Candle in the Dark [GA vs OS Invasion of Lujo Objectives: 1, 2, 4]

[Darth Prazutis]

Braxus Zambrano
The Herald of Darth Vornskr

Location: The Festering Cairn

Objective: Herald in the new age with the deaths of our foes.
Allies:
One Sith
Darth Vornskrhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/136-darth-vornskr/
Soehthttp://starwarsrp.net/user/25-soeht/

Enemies:
Gabriel Sionomahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/9481-gabriel-sionoma/
Mira Rekalihttp://starwarsrp.net/user/7324-mira-rekali/
Kail Mynhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/7141-kail-myn/

Gear: Derriphan, Braxus's Lightsaber, Cortosis Gauntlets,

Braxus clipped the lightsaber to his belt and turned towards the fallen jedi, pinned to the floor battered and defeated. But his gaze fell towards [member="Soeht"] and gestured towards her, he would finish what he started Braxus could tell that much. The encounter was certainly far from over, and a maddening grin formed on the face of the Anzati as he looked towards his Master, swatting around the battered and defeated Gabriel. Darth Vornskr promised to return the pain the man had inflicted upon him tenfold, he would crucify him and show all the world that a Zambrano always kept his promises.

The Anzati circled behind his master and flicked his wrist, he reached out with the force and attempted to seize Gabriel's lightsaber from the man when his master pinned the man against the wall. If this attack were to be averted the next sentence being said would be removed from play. "This time looks like this belongs to you, Master." He said as he handed the man the defeated Gabriel's weapon. A memento just like Gabriel was left with in the last encounter that resulted in Vornskr's fall, now it would be repeated under much different circumstances.

 

[Soeht]

Location: The Festering Carin
Allies: One Sith

And then, Soeht stood next to [member="Mira Rekali"] as she was pinned to the ground. His feet were near her head. He looked down on Mira with a frown.

Lifting his right hand up, Mira would have easily been able to see the ceremonial dagger she threw - still lodged in Soeht’s hand. Soeht grasped the handle of the knife with his left hand and slowly pulled it out. There was no change in expression or even a wince as he did so.

Taking just a moment, Soeht examined the knife. Then, he turned his gaze back to Mira. He kneeled down.

“Are you just going to die?” asked Soeht, his voice crawling its way toward Mira in order to be heard.

Soeht brandished the knife before Mira’s face.

“You came here to fight,” Soeht continued, “Only to leave the job half-done.”

 

[The End Narrator]

Location: The Festering Cairn

Objective: Resist, fight the temptation.

Allies: Galactic Alliance | The Light | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Kail Myn"]

Enemies: The One Sith | Naked [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Soeht"] | [member="Braxus Zambrano"]

Gear: Vanguard Armor (Destroyed) | The Destiny | The Prophecy

Mira felt his presence.

Her eyes closed as his words hit her ears, louder than the beating of her heart. She kept her eyes closed, trying to drown him out of her mind. She would shake her head softly, opening her eyes to look up at him.

She knew what was coming – tears brimming up at the edges of her eyes. The darkness was there, speaking to her in an ancient tongue. It welcomed her, it begged her to unleash from within. Her lips quivered, eyes closed once more as tears fell down into the pools of blood below her face.

She wasn’t ready to die but she wasn’t ready to give in.

Mira had no savior, had nothing else to give.

She whispered. “I can’t…”

Reality was that she could, easily. She had done it before. Mira had given in once before and only partially unleashed her potential. She could sacrifice more of herself to the darkness and survive and fight on, right? There was a spell she heard her mother practice once or twice before – a healing spell, but it was laced with darkness.

 

[Soeht]

Location: The Festering Carin
Allies: One Sith

As soon as [member="Mira Rekali"] gave her replie, Soeht would bring the tip of the of knife closer to her face. The blade inched close to her left eye at first. Then, Soeht moved it over toward the right eye. If Mira opened her eyes, it would best for her not to jump in surprise.

“You’re afraid of losing control,” Soeht told Mira, “Fear is good. It’s the acknowledgement of danger.”

The knife moved away from Mira’s face - giving her a couple inches of wiggle room.

“What you need is the knowledge (pó͠w͏e̸̸͟r̡҉̕),” claimed Soeht, “To direct your emotions as you wish.”

Lifting his right hand again, there was a faint red glow building up. Arcs of electricity crackled and sparked within his bleeding palm. It would seem as if he was willing to perform the same ritual as he had done with [member="Darth Vornskr"].

“Then you won’t need to be afraid,” said Soeht, “Then you would be the master of your destiny.”

 

[Kaile Vera]

Obj 1
Location: F
Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | @Kaileann Vera | [member="Marcello Matteo"]
Enemies: TBD - none directly engaged
Gear in spoiler


Her heart was thumping loudly. Okay, so far so good!

Nibbling on her lower lip, Kaile decided to get on all fours. With the fighting and all, it was better to keep a low profile. There was a sickening scent of blood and gore, along with just... Kaile shook her head. No, just keep going Kaile! Just keep going!

The fighting would continue, with the area being cleansed by the two Jedi Masters. For Kaile, she couldn't feel the shift of the Force herself. Not with Bobo on her back. Crawling faster, she stuck against the wall. After a few meters, she got to her feet. Okay, here we go.

The next room.

Down the hall, there was the second generator. Alright Kaile. With a huff and a puff, the Lorrdian slicer used her skills to get herself towards the far end of the room. Once there, she tucked herself tightly. Hopefully, no one will see her.

Taking out her servodriver and her datapad, she began to work...

 

[The End Narrator]

Location: The Festering Cairn

Objective: Sacrifice more.

Allies: Galactic Alliance | The Light and the Dark | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Kail Myn"]

Enemies: The One Sith | Naked [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Soeht"] | [member="Braxus Zambrano"]


Gear: Vanguard Armor (Destroyed) | The Destiny | The Prophecy

Mira could smell the burning air between herself and Soeht.

She could taste the iron on her tongue as blood seeped from the corners of her mouth. Her teeth gnashed together, pushing saliva and blood out onto her chin. Her breakdown was something she resisted for a long time and would continue to resist. Temptation was only temporary – maybe even in this singular instance, there was no guarantee she would be submissive to the rule of a Sith Lord as her Master.

If she gave in once more, would it hurt? Would it hurt to just let go and walk the line between light and dark to save herself from a fate she was not meant for? She had walked that same path on Coruscant and now here she was again on another battlefield – broken and in despair, with no other choice. Mira closed her eyes tightly, chanting in her mind. It was worth a shot.

She would be tainted even more, and even worse [member="Fiore de Noir"] would see it in her eyes if she lived beyond this day.

As the words rapidly repeated in her mind, wounds would close and bones would snap and heal into place. Painfully of course – but fast none the less. The blades that penetrated her skin would slowly fall out of her flesh and harmlessly onto the ground. Of course, there was nothing subtle about it – and the darkness would be felt by Soeht. One thing he would notice however, is that Mira was not broken and had not surrendered herself completely to the will of the dark side. For one to completely surrender themselves to darkness was a process, one that Mira had long since fought.

She was using it to her advantage for the moment.

“You will not touch me with your foul power.” She spat out suddenly, opening her eyes to look upon Soeht.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

Looking at someone and taking your attention off them are two different things. He felt the power building behind him and knew something was coming, but there wasn't much he could do when he had an enemy already. As he waited he then felt the snap of power and was only just barely able to conjure the Force to his neck to prevent death. He fueled his muscles to fight back the restriction, but that was about it for a moment. He could not breath and his sight grew fuzzy. He just barely was able to lift his hand and use what skill he had to push back. Yhe grip around his neck was powerful, but as he pushed he gained a little more freedom until he broke free.

He was rudely greeted with an attack from Jacen as well. Sebastian's movements were slow at first not able to counter the slash from above that proved to be a faint aimed at Sebastian's stomach. He felt the seeing pain of a blade entering him, but reacted quick using a short of buddy's palm with his free hand to push as the incomin attacker. He used a bit of a rushed Push to push himself back to where he went sliding back a few yards on one knee. He looked at the two, neither were near each other and blood had been drawn. Looking at it things felt worse than they were as the blade only caused burns and did not pierce deep enough to cause damage to prevent him from continuing.

The woman had already used a lot of power and judging by her frame she was more of the mind than a fighter. Jacen was a bit different he had both the skills and knowledge to back his attacks. Sebastian shut off the part of his brain that refinished pain, not with the Force, just a thing he picked up as a Jedi Shadow. Handy in situations that involved torture. He had a double bladed lightsaber, lerfect for taking in two, but he'd want them together. He considered attacking Jacen, but she would probably hold back. If he attacke her there wa a chance he'd bring them together, or Jacen would attack from a distance. At the moment he had a wall behind him and both in view. He chose to stay kneeled with his blade held out behind him and watched. Defense would prove to be the best offense here.

 

[Soeht]

Location: The Festering Carin
Allies: One Sith

A clear rejection came from [member="Mira Rekali"]. A single twitch of his face followed. The red light from Soeht’s hand faded as he lowered it.

“Ók͠ay̛,” was his reply.

Then, he brought the tip of the knife down with a swift motion. Mira, now with her eyes open, would see the tip of the blade rushing toward her right eye. Soeht had no intention of stopping the blade short this time.

He sought the stab Mira’s right eye with the dagger.

 

[The End Narrator]

Location: The Festering Cairn

Objective: Break down the barriers.

Allies: Galactic Alliance | The Force | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Kail Myn"]

Enemies: The One Sith | Naked [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Soeht"] | [member="Braxus Zambrano"]

Gear: Vanguard Armor (Destroyed) | The Destiny | The Prophecy

The darkness that coursed through her veins propelled her in such a manner, one wouldn’t have expected her hands to come up in such a blazing fast manner.

Soeht’s hand would indeed come down but stop an inch shy of its intended target. Mira’s hands would hold tightly against the wrist that held the blade. Her chanting would no longer be contained within her mind – but became audible. A whisper that grew louder with each passing second. Darkness would encompass her essence, swirling around a single source of Light that remained within her soul. Her chanting ceased suddenly and Mira sneered at Soeht.

“You’re a fool.” She said bluntly.

All things were delicate, both living and non-living. The arm that was contained within her hands, the very same that kept a blade from piercing her good eye, was no exception. Mira could feel the leylines within the Force. The very weak points that were begging to be exploited, screaming with red pixilation to push and penetrate.

So with sinister elation – Mira obliged the request.

She would send a ripple of Force energy through those weakened points in Soeht’s arm. Be it the wrist, the forearm, mechanical points. It didn’t matter where – multiple fractures within the Force would expand with an explosive force. Bones would break, muscles would tear, mechanical structure would shatter. His arm would literally shatter before his own eyes.

 

[Soeht]

Location: The Festering Carin
Allies: One Sith

[member="Mira Rekali"] managed to stop the knife before it reached Soeht’s target. As she chanted, some blood from his left arm made it past the seams of Soeht’s armor and dropped down toward Mira’s face. Soeht’s face grimaced. Her focus being the arm itself, the armor hardly showed any external change. But damage appeared to have been done as the strength behind Soeht’s arm quickly faded. Soeht kept some sort of grip on the knife, though.

No words were returned to Mira this time, though.

Going back to the moment Mira grasped Soeht’s wrist, the Sith was already in motion. Soeht ceased pushing forward at that moment - be it by Mira’s spell or his will would not be known. In fact, he was attempting to pull the knife away.

And after Mira gave her taunt, a blood covered gauntlet would have been rushing toward her face. Soeht’s right hand. Already wounded, he was unable to use its full strength. Yet, he just needed to straighten two fingers. The force behind his attack would be from his arm itself.

Now two fingers raced to blind Mira and sink deep into her eye sockets.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Objective: End This!
Location: L
Allies: GA | [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Enemies: OS | [member="Lord Mythos"]
Gear: Valkyri armour | Snowfall | Lightsaber

Illusions and Sith trickery! Such talk of honourable combat, only to end with his opponent summoning phantoms to do his bidding. He could kick himself for actually believing Mythos' words. As the shadow dissipated before his eyes upon striking it down, the agile leap made by the actual man caught him by surprise. Turning his head to the side to track the Sith Lord's movements, he could see the flawless blade of Snowfall arc towards him, and suddenly it seemed time had stopped. He could count the milliseconds from the moment the sharp edge cut into his skin, from his forehead down past his eye socket - thankfully leaving the eye unharmed - only to reconnect with his cheek. As time resumed, at first there was no pain and it became difficult for him to even realise he'd been hit. Then the cut began to sting horribly before droplets of blood crawled their way down his face.

It did little to actually phase Thurion; he'd suffered much worse injuries in battles past. He was just flabbergasted by it all. He hurt me with my own sword, was all he could think. Wiping the initial wave of blood off his face using the leathery palm of his gauntlet, the Grandmaster returned his focus to the fight. Healing would come later. "Well struck, Sith," he told him, still annoyed at the fact. Turning to Coci in the room, Thurion sent her a determined nod. She would know what it meant.

Launching himself at his opponent once more, Thurion would deliver a powerful kick to the man's torso to send him flying back against the wall. Not content with this, he then summoned the axe upon the floor. He could sense the darkside aura protest and scream out, trying to lash onto his mind. As the hilt connected with the palm of his hand, there was a momentary sensation of great pain and anguish, yet overwhelming strength. It didn't last long, however, as Thurion proceeded to send the axe flying towards Mythos. This was just to keep him occupied while husband and wife would call upon the Light side of the Force to deliver the finishing blow.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Objective: One
Location: K.
Allies: The Galactic Alliance (and her allies) | Silver Sanctum Coalition: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
Enemies: The One Sith (and her allies): [member="Lord Mythos"]
Gear: Vanguard-class armour (no helmet)| Lightsaber

The sith had fled! Her application of the force blind had done the trick, one of the more lesser skills can be used with great effect .. at the right time. But there was no time to stand around pondering this. As a sharp wave of pain struck right at her core, Thurion had been hit with his own sword, and now injured. She moved to turn to go to him but the arrive of some sort of Royal Sith Guards arrived, the first of them piling in the room coming for her. Seems the sith Lord had a trick up his sleeve after all.

Immediately several darts flew through the air toward her, Coci raised her hand and flung the dart to clatter to the side wall. Before they could get a good footing inside and establish a defense around their master, both of Coci's arms raised and sent a powerful force push to them, sending them either back through the door from which they came or smack against the wall. She is not in a good mood. Now....

Her lightsaber back in her hand, a war cry issued from her mouth and she launched toward the remaining guard. Parring the strikes of the pike the guard used, she waited for an opening and once it came her purple lightsaber plunged into the chest of the armour and through the back of the guard. It did little to cool her anger and now her attention returned to her husband and his foe.

She could see the blood running down is face, she could see the Sith holding his sword and as Thurion nodded to her, a look she knew well enough, Coci as ready when he gave the command. On your mark... she spoke to her beloved's mind.

 

[Mythos]

Objective: Become a Legend
Location: L
Allies: The One Sith
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] & [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Gear: In siggy & bio + Snowfall

The adrenaline of combat pumping through his veins was gone, even a Sith Lord was not above exhaustion yet the power of the dark side of the force that danced and rushed through the place gave him incredible power. Broken rib, severed tendons and an eyesight that was just now slowly returning allowing him to focus on the force rather than in maintaining force sight that required a great deal of concentration did not in any way make this easy for Mythos... but surrender or retreat were things that simply were not in his character or in his vocabulary for that matter. When he landed he slowly opened his eyes and saw the blurred image of the Jedi master before him and heard his words as clear as his daughters first words... they brought a smile to his face and a nod in return for the compliment. "As you master Jedi... but I am afraid it is time I end this."

His opponent charged and Mythos only took a simple step back and placed his two fingers from his left hand forward to meet the sole of the metallic boot. When the tip of his fingers touched to bottom of the boot Mythos unleashed the power of telekinesis. It manifested itself around his form and then forward to push his enemy back and throw him off balance. Breathing heavily and sweat mixed with blood covering his entire body, Mythos unleashed the full power of telekinesis one more time knowing well that it would tax him almost to death. When the axe soared through the sky he saw it clearly as it streaked darkness through the very fabric of the force like a beating black heart and when it made contact with his opponents hand Mythos tilted his face prematurely to avoid the throw. The axe drew blood from his cheek and took off half his ear, but it was of no consequence... he had the opening he needed....

He lifted snowfall so the tip of the sword pointed to his enemy as he unleashed a tidal wave of darkness to hook him and every single person, friend or foe, in the room by their necks and hoist them high in the air. Mythos knew that the added weight of the armor would act as an anchor to his body and possibly just pop his head off from his shoulders yet... he did not wish to kill his enemies, rather, defeat them and then show them that the only true salvation for the galaxy.... Was the One Sith.

"See your children grow... yield and i shall show you the same honor as i showed Master Tann when i defeated her."

 

[Harmon Taldan]

Objective: 1
Location: G
Enemies: One Sith, [member="abelain narv'uk"]
Allies: GA, [member="Andanian Ategann"]

Harm had known it would eventually come to melee. He had been fairly unprepared for such in his weapon loadout, though his armor held a special surprise for most lightsaber wielding Sith, and thus was what he counted on for melees.

As Abelain came forward to strike, Harm took a single pace back to give him time to react. He still held his blaster revolvers in his hands, though the lack of damage they did made them next to useless in this fight, and the closing of the distance negated any advantage they brought him. Harm dropped the revolvers as he took the pace back, leaving himself open handed against an enemy who was dual wielding blades. One of the blades was the trademark red lightsaber of the Sith, though the other was a vibroblade. His armor protected him from lightsabers, but would still get bit into by vibroblade contact of enough length. Harms right hand struck out forward, his middle knuckle sliding into line with his forearm out of pure muscle memory as he struck out at Abelains hand with the armored fist, hoping to break the grip on the vibroblade. His left arm he twisted only slightly to take the lightsaber blade on the blade of his arm, where the cortosis layering was thickest. The rare metal allowed him to survive the lightsaber strike with his arm still intact, and had the added possibility of shorting out the offending lightsaber for a few minutes.

Harms only offensive move for the moment was to lash out with his right leg, adding some force imbuement into the move. As Abelain looked heavier, it was quite likely that if Harms kick contacted, it would throw Harm back more than it would Abelain (your choice of either). If Harm gets thrown back, it turns out that he was prepared for it, using the action to get even more distance from the Sith monster. He would turn the backward momentum into a flip to land on his feet several yards away.

List of Actions

Spoiler

1)Attempt to known the vibroblade from his hand with a punch to the wrist area
2)Block lightsaber with cortosis strengthened armor, possibly shorting the blade out for a few minutes
3)Kick Abelain with the hope of getting some breathing room

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

Objective: Break the foe
Location: G
Enemies: [member="Andanian Ategann"], [member="Harmon Taldan"]
Allies: One Sith

Abelain's charge forward had negated the usefulness of ranged weaponry, and Harmon seemed to recognize that fact as well, dropping his weapons and preparing to face the Arue'tii with only his bare hands. Surprisingly, that seemed to be reasonable in terms of defense, especially considering that an open hand could allow for better defense, though with Taldan's inferior flesh, the explorer had difficulty determining how exactly he would use such a defensive stance. The answer to that particular question however was found when the vibroblade soared towards the opponent. He responded with an armored blow to the hand of the Arue'tii, a move which had it's effectiveness amplified by the previous mistakes made from twitching away from the blaster bolt and the general lack of intense skill using bladed weaponry. The arm was stopped dead in it's movements, the pain streaking up Abelain's arm and eliciting a grunt. The mixture of the force of the blow, and the pain forced the black Sith blade to slip from his grip, clattering onto the floor and continuing it's agitated hum.

The vibroblade had been eliminated from use, at least until someone had time to pick it from the ground, and though it posed no threat to him due to his powerful hide, it would have been preferred in his own grasp. The crimson blade struck against the forearm of Harmon, suddenly sparking and flickering in and out of existence for a moment before finally cutting away from view completely. In just a single attack, the Jedi had managed to disable both of the weapons from use, and that elicited immense frustration in the form of a low growl rising from behind the 'smile'. To finish of his repertoire of moves, Harmon lashed out with his right leg, catching Abelain in his left leg and pushing it from it's balance, causing him to crouch slightly to retain his erect position. However, as the leg struck, the Arue'tii found that his left hand was currently unoccupied, and in premium condition to grab at the leg, gripping onto it to hold it in place and drag them closer to one another.

He intended to wear down his opponent, even if he could not immediately tear through his armor. If the grasp were successful, he would attempt a secondary move, focusing still on the plan of attrition. The right hand, still holding the currently useless lightsaber hilt found itself slamming forward towards the left lower jaw of Taldan, attempting to jar his head through the armor and potentially throw him to the floor with the power of the blow.

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

[member="Lord Sebastian"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

Voidstalker had the close-in game this time around; Mara kept her distance. Dropping her spear, she pulled her scattergun. Lever-action, twenty-gauge, loaded with porous ceramic flechettes and knockout venom. The short barrel gave a decent spread. She aimed at Sebastian, tending toward one side in case he leaped that way. Her goal was to give him no way out except through Voidstalker, in such a way that even high speed would create a moment where he was square between Voidstalker and the wall. He was kneeling, anyway; to outpace a shotgun, he'd need to roll, and Voidstalker would probably nail him to the wall one way or another.

She aimed and fired with Force-enhanced speed, cranking the lever. She got off two shots from the twenty-gauge; if her line of fire stayed clear and nothing interfered, she might get time for more.

Not a lot more to this. Wear him down, distract him, let Voidstalker do the heavy lifting.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Lord Sebastian"]
As Jacen heard the crack of Mara’s scattergun he quickly adjusted his strategy. With Sebastian on his knees his first line of thought had been remarkably simple: an overhead strike followed up by closing the gap and a kick to the head. Simple, yes, but it also would have been brutally effective.

But Jacen did not do that, instead he had to keep his distance. Perhaps a word about weapons with a spread afterwards. Keeping his Jacen made a ghost of a feint: a thrust for the knee. He barely even started the movement. His opponent was an experienced swordsman who could read moves coming early on. On the flip side that also meant Jacen didn't have to follow through on a feint to couch his opponent's mind in the low thrust. Jacen recovered and Brought his saber down in a brutal overhead chop.

The Sith on his knees lacked the full ability to use his strength to press back upwards from the partially prone position. Jacen was weary of the counter, but had the mobility and the reach to back off if necessary. For now he simply wanted to keep the Sith penned in so that the non-lethal pellets could give him a pleasant nap.

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective: 1
Location: B
Allies: [member="Darth Erebos"], [member="Darth Rapax"], [member="Lord Ajihad"], [member="Lord Mythos"]
Enemies: [member="Damian Starchaser"], Marcello Matteo
Gear: 1st post

Nomkneers paralization was fading as the minutes passed, the nerves started to relax and his muscles were starting to receive the correct commands from its brain. The kaleesh would move his toes and his fingers slightly to awaken his body from its random state. At the moment Erebos and Damian would distract each other he took both lightsabers and did a hole on the ground and fell through it, using the Baneful scythe he hanged on the hole and used telekinesis to maintain him grabbed against the ceiling. Using the telekinesis like vines and the ceiling was his path, he was in the I room at the moment and going through the next room L. Grabbing the ceiling with telekinesis like vines, he went through the I room quick avoiding all distractions as many soldiers were down there shooting each other and force users fighting to the death.

The kaleesh arrived at room L and looking down below he saw the most astonishing sight, dozens of people being lifted in the air, looking around while hanging he saw his master being the one causing such terror. He kept on the ceiling focusing his mind on the telekinesis rather than what he just saw and went through the room quietly while knowing that the scythe made him spark to anyone and Mythos would recognize him immediately.

"well.. im not staying in this room that's for sure"

He kept swinging on the ceiling and reached finally the hall towards the room K. He let himself go inside a group of four enemy soldiers and with the scythe on both hands he did a spinning strike slicing them all in half. He took a gaze for an instant and saw someone of the sith fighting two warriors of the Jedi, his curiosity got to him and ran forward putting his scythe on his back and taking out both his lightsabers deflecting blasters using his Niman defensive style. Getting closer to them he said a word to his brother of the sith before facing the enemy in front of him. [member="Marcello Matteo"]

"Mind if i step in?"

 

[The End Narrator]

Location: Hell.

Allies: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] and Myself

Enemies: [member="Soeht"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"]

Simplicity at its finest.

Despite the grotesque sensation of his blood dripping down upon her already stained face, she turned her head to the left and the weight of his arm and the fingers which aimed to gouge her eyes would slam harmlessly into the ground beside her head.

Mira would then simply – let go of Soeht and roll to the left. Yes, jagged edges of blades and shrapnel might attach into the damaged frame of the Vanguard armor and the wounded Mira would wince or groan as she rolled, but it was better than having her eyes tore from her socket.

Up to a knee she would come from her roll and in a sweeping motion with her right hand - she gestured towards the other kneeling individual. The debris field she rolled across, which was nothing more than a few meters by far, would scatter across the short distance between them. A simple, concussive push with the intention of sending every bit she could into the face and side of Soeht. Broken blades, small pieces of metal and dust. Mere nuisances perhaps but enough to get him off-guard.

Why?

Desperate times called for desperate measures. It was also time to take this fight off the ground.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WEQnzs8wl6E​

Location: The Festering Cairn
Objective: To bring revelation to the ground (Objective IV)
Allies:

• [member="Mira Rekali"]
• [member="Kail Myn"]
• Galactic Alliance
• The Force

Enemies:

• The One Sith
• [member="Darth Vornskr"]
• [member="Braxus Zambrano"]
• [member="Soeht"]
• The yoke that tethers slaves to such purpose

Gear:

• Roecnar (twin lightsaber of Reebas) (Stolen and offered to Kaine, unknowing to Gabriel)
• Busted Vanguard Armor

The fight, he could have done so much more. But what often should occur was rarely in tune with what came to fruition. The scuffle was fiery and short lived, brutish fists pounding against one another as they sought to end this fight or prolong it forever. In his heart, Gabriel wasn't sure which is was. Kaine, that never ending tyrant, it gave the man purpose. In a universe so blinded by moral codes and ethical lines and questions of who was good and who was bad, it all meant nothing in this cavern. Here, two men on the opposite sides of the spectrum, equal only in passion for their own purpose. And in this purpose, Gabriel lagged behind, not nearly as committed to the fight as he should have been. Disillusioned by recent events, inner turmoil of the Galactic Alliance and the life that was tossed away, he scraped at the dirt to discover the fossils of what he once greeted a mission. But he need only think back to Panatha, back to the massive dungeon and the prisoners tortured beneath, to the Grand Master, to remember what he served. And that was justice, be it vengeance or reckoning. And here, in the Cairn, he failed that purpose as the kick came crashing into his chest.

Smacking against the stone hard, he let out a gasp only in time to look up. Exhausted, pinned, hopeless. He looked to his left, just in time to focus in on his hand in slow motion. The twisted metal pushing against the armored hands with brutal power, cutting through the armor and flesh and armor once more. Until metal cut into stone and left him tagged to the wall, insect with wings pinned open.

"Ahhhhh!" He bit down on the yelp as he shook, eyes closed as he tried to push the pain away. Immobile, metal cutting through his feet and the centers of his palms, a tremor clutched his body as he went rigid. He attempted to flex his hands, each pull of the tendons he could feel it stretch and sever. Blood welling up from the wounds around the entry point, it began to trickle out slowly, repaying all the sacrifices made in the Cairn to this point. He recalled that promise now. Looking up from a downward glance, he squinted at the Sith Lord. But it wasn't Kaine he saw, it was that house again. Of brick and chipping mortar, red stone in a wash of white snow. Slowly falling from the grey skies, smoke rising to meet it. Children running, yelling at each other as one picked up a ball and threw it at the other.

It wasn't two Arkanian boys. It was Destin and Armaud, a pair of twins not ever knowing the fear that the universe demanded. So small, so young, so happy. Amidst all the pain and the certainty of where this was going, Gabriel smiled. As he had always done, except this time it wasn't forced. He had loved ones, he had friends, he had those who he cared about and those he depended on. Be it for companionship or that stern reminder to stop being so stupid. Those words, if not always spoken, provided by Ava on the homestead. He remembered that night, finding her so distressed by the weight of memories, an affliction he had known his entire life. And how it was the memories of her, taking to adopting the children, that lifted the weight itself. It was an odd thing, these random memories, so quickly to rack the victim as it was to lift them up.

There was no Braxus. There was no Mira or Soeht or Kail. There was only Kaine now and the promise he made. And in response, Gabriel let out a sigh as blood dripped from his lips, cheek cut deep from the thrashing. Looking back up, defiant even now, he wondered if he begged for his children, if it would only provoke the man. He bared his red teeth as he hung limp against the stakes, approaching exhaustion. "I find the taste bitter...this reminder." He let out a laugh, grunting from the pain it caused in his hands and feet. Shaking his head, he blew air up his face, pushing hair away from his eyes, as he tried to retain his consciousness.