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

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: One
Location: Following Marcello so H?
Allies: [member="Marcello Matteo"] [member="Kaileann Vera"]
Enemies: [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Nomkneer"]

Gear: Lightsaber Second Lightsaber Third Lightsaber Robes

Well, she wasn't sure who this random acolyte was ... but he seemed to think someone else was nearby. There wasn't another Sith presence near her or her fair haired companion, not even any soldiers, so trick of the light perhaps?

"Not sure what you are stepping in to, but you might just want to go the other way," she said, arching an eyebrow as she gauged the man drawing two lightsabers. "No one here to help you, and you're a bit in over your head."

She drew her one of her lightsabers, but she didn't ignite it yet. Unless he decided to do something else, she would simply watch him. She had built up quite the reservoir of Force energy during the cleansing she and Marcello had been doing, and she had yet to unleash anything. The Kaleesh should know he was facing two Masters as this point, their other comrade having gone off to complete her own objective.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

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


The Sith Lord remained calm, something not usually characterized with Sith. Some charicterized Sebastian by his Echani blood and figured he could predict movements, but this was false about the Echani they were merely fluent in the language of combat and could make an educate assumption on moves. On the other hand, some who really knew him knew his senses were sharp and keen, some said the best in the Sith, but he would not name himself, maybe [member="Darth Ferus"] or [member="Vrag"] but he would not think himself. What this did provide him was two highly effective sensors if you will at predicting moves.

He examined the field and things within his reach and then saw in almost slow motion her spear fall to the ground. It never went slower and he did not go faster, he only calculated quicker than she moved. He saw the old fashion gun and it clicke on what needed to be done. As she raised it he grabbed a steel pipe through the Force and watched her finger. Before she pulled he would launch the pipe for her barrel aiming to plug it as the shot was coming out. This was hoping it would cause the gun to burst an be ineffective. What's more, the heat from the explosion and sudden obstruction should convert the poison to gas and effect her, but this was not for sure or a known outcome to him. He didn't bet all his chips there as he pulled a piece of sheet metal with the bar that for enough time covered between then and then dropped. The non lethal rounds would not have the power to penetrate.

Next was Jacen's moves and Sebastian had been calculation his possible choice of moves since he recovered and went on the defense. He was gathering that the Jedi enjoyed feints so one was expected. He would wait to respond and not charge in. Mara was right on what move he would take, but wrong on the direction. He would wait til he was in range and then roll to the left of Jacen missing the incoming strike. He would come behind him and send a quick jab aiming to send his saber into his stomach from the bottom side. He would then twist the saber to make two. Leaving the one he jabbed in a reverse grip he would stand and pivot around bringing the other blade in a reverse grip to stab as his chest where his heart lay. His back was currently to Jacen as he performed this, but his guard was still up. He would wait before he broke into his style as his style would be difficult with them spread out, but maybe Mara would be down.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Aib9Z23NnM​

Location: The Festering Cairn
Objective: Crucify Gabriel (Objective IV)
Allies:

• The One Sith
• [member="Soeht"]
• [member="Braxus Zambrano"]

Enemies:

• The Galactic Alliance
• The New Jedi Order
• [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]
• [member="Mira Rekali"]
• [member="Kail Myn"]

Gear:

• Darth Vornskr's Sith Lightsaber
• Roecnar (Twin Blade of Reebas) Taken by Braxus and gifted to Vornskr

He took great pleasure in inflicting such agonies on Gabriel, each inch that tore through his palms and feet brought a bigger smile to his thin lips. The twisting and tearing of flesh as the jagged durasteel sliced open his veins, spilling his life fluid upon the slab he was now being nailed to. Each scream or grunt that bubbled past Gabriel's now blood-slicked lips was like music to the Sith's ear, his skin tingling as he indulged in his mastered art of inflicting pain on others. Deeper and deeper the strip of metal punctured his flesh and bore into the rock behind him, until at last Gabriel was completely bound to the stone edifice by spikes of thick durasteel. A mere twist of the Sith Lord's hands bent the metal right at entry to effectively prevent Gabriel from sliding his hands and feet away after Vornskr released his telekinetic grip on the man's body, letting him hand painfully as he continued to bleed out.

"This is but a fraction of the suffering they shall endure, Gabriel." They was in relation to Gabriel's loved ones, those that he cared about deeply and would lay down his life for. Luckily for Gabriel, Vornskr had no knowledge of their location and most of this was pure spite, but Vornskr was very knowledgeable about individuals who could in theory lead him to those people he sought to harm. However; for now they were safe.

Vornskr turned away from Gabriel to pluck the man's lightsaber from Braxus' hand, a new trophy to commemorate his victory over what he considered one of his most hated enemies. He then recalled his own lightsaber to his hand, feeling the familiar designs of both as he inspected them. The carved rancor bone fit well into his palm, and as he went to hook it to his belt he realized that he was still bereft of any article of clothing. Not only that by the wounds inflicting by Mira earlier in the duel still oozed blood despite most of the wound coagulating and starting to seal up into future scars. She was currently being dealt with Apparatus, so Vornskr wouldn't interfere. Besides, his lust for vengeance had been momentarily sated, and he thought it high time to get going while the going was good. There was an anger building somewhere on the planet opposite of him, something familiar and terrible.

"Leave them, Braxus, our business is done."

 

[Kaile Vera]

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

It seemed that the female Jedi Master along with Marcello were going to dance their own little tango. Thankfully, no one had paid attention to her yet.

"Alright, darlin'" with bobo at her back, she was still caught in the Force null bubble that made her feel like a Yuuzhan Vong. No one would be able to find her through the Force. Squeezed tight here by the corner, Kaile quickly went through the motions of removing the panel that would grant her access to the generator. She had to work fast, she didn't know when someone would finally catch her.

Delicately removing the last bolt, she popped out the panel. Okay, now to use the datapad. Kaile then took her slicing equipment, and began the motion of plugging everything in.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Braxus Zambrano
The Herald of Darth Vornskr

Location: The Festering Cairn

Objective: Revel in our victory.
Allies:
@One Sith
@Darth Vornskr
@Soeht

Enemies:
@Gabriel Sionoma
@Mira Rekali
@Kail Myn

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

Braxus grinned as Gabriel cried out in pain when the metallic spikes crashed down on his limbs, crimson blood bubbling to the surface from the punctures. The day couldn't have gone better and there was nothing better than perfectly laid plots coming to fruition. All of it was to half bring Vornskr back, and half trap Gabriel like a dog and get the revenge that his master deserved upon such a righteous opponent. Heralding the new age with the crucifixion of a sworn enemy of the old age would do nicely. The acolyte pulled his own cloak off that he took off before his shirt burned, and offered it to Kaine, there were of course pockets in the cloaks interior to safely store his new lightsabers and to act as some form of cover. "Yes, master, and what a fitting monument for the new age he will make." Braxus replied as he took one more look at Gabriel. The growing anger on the planet sounded that it was time to get going, get out while you were ahead they always said. Soeht could almost certainly handle himself especially after the discovery of him being Darth Apparatus.

 

[Soeht]

Location: The Festering Carin
Allies: One Sith

Soeht slammed his hand into the ground as [member="Mira Rekali"] rolled away. He was quick to stand up straight once more. He let his left arm hang limp at the side. The dagger he held slipped from his grasp and fell the ground. A red light began to pulse within his right hand once more.

“Thi̵s i̢s҉ what̀ ͢y҉ou ̵fac̸ȩ,” Soeht said.

As Mira sent a collection of debris from all around toward Soeht, the Sith threw his right hand forward. An open palm faced Mira.

A mix of telekinesis and lightning spewed forth from Soeht’s hand. A sort of electric barrier. As blades, rocks, and dust approached Soeht, they were violently stopped midair and entangled in red electrical arcs. The lightning radially stretched out from its source, which was Soeht’s palm. A hiss as if two lightsabers struck each other could be heard as what Mira threw at Soeht struck the “shield.” Objects stopped by the “web” seemed to be given some sort of charge - sparks flew between blades that were stopped and were then falling to the ground.

As knives and rocks could be heard hitting the ground, [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]’s screams still dominated the Festering Cairn. [member="Darth Vornskr"] and [member="Braxus Zambrano"] seemed to have plans to move on.

“A͏n͠d̀ n̡ow̨ ͡yo҉u ͢staǹd ̧a͡lơǹe,” Soeht told Mira.

Due to the condition Vornskr left him, Gabriel might seem to need help if he was to live. With [member="Kail Myn"] no where to be seen, Mira was the most likely person to offer such help.

Yet Soeht would not simply let Mira do so.

Wasting no time, Soeht then closed his right hand into a firm fist. Pain fueled his power - from the wound on his hand to the damage Mira just did on his left hand. More lightning erupted from Soeht. This time though, it shot out as if it was a coiled spring wrapped around his right arm. A kinetic pulse traveled with the lightning - as if the attack was a Force Push mixed with Force Lightning.

The attack would certainly hurt if it struck Mira’s body - the obvious target. It could even throw her back much like Soeht had done on Coruscant.

And if Mira was indeed thrown to the other side of the Festering Cairn, then Soeht would attempt to take his leave with Vornskr and Braxus.

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Obj 1
Location: Enroute to H
Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Kaileann Vera"]
Enemies: [member="Nomkneer"] | [member="Lord Ajihad"]

Glacier-blue eyes were focused in the direction of the approaching Acolyte before he'd even arrived. Marcello was never much one for discussion during any sort of actual combat situation.

Silence surrounded the Rogue Jedi as his eyes scanned the newcomer during his discourse with Marcello's dark-haired ally. To Taeli's retort, Marcello added a simple statement. "One chance to surrender." Marcello was a simple sort in his discharge of redemption. It was not his place to force someone into doing that which they did not desire. Cajoling and manipulating were the machinations of the Sith, not Marcello.

The large Rogue Jedi had been granted a second chance once before, and he'd just extended the same courtesy to Nomkneer. Allowing the Acolyte to simply walk away in another direction was not an option, Marcello certainly did not discriminate between ability levels. A Sith was a Sith.

((OOC: Sorry for the delay))

 

[Harmon Taldan]

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

To say that Harm's kick didn't go as planned was an understatement. Rather than getting space, he found himself trapped as the Sith monster grasped his leg and held it fast. Conditioning and training allowed him to maintain his balance while on one leg. His hands were still free, but that was less helpful against a creature as large as Abelain then it would have been against a creature more his own size. Add to that the fact that a blaster pistol had proved less than useful with shots to the face. He might be able to extricate himself, but he doubted the creature would let him extend the combat to range again. He'd have to rethink his weapon systems to include some melee weapons.

The creatures right hand came in, tightly gripping the lightsaber hilt, attempting to hit Harm in the helmet. The armor would likely withstand it, and let him deal with it well as well, but not forever. If he let the creature get in good hits early on, he might not have the stamina to wait for a mistake. He had to defend himself with his full strength and skill and try to engineer an opening to take the upper hand.

Harm slipped his left hand up attempting to take the blow along the outside of his arm. He was going to attempt to angle the blow into his ribcage, then drop his left arm to trap it. If that worked, Harm would tip back and try to fall onto his back, then lift his left foot to try to flip the creature over himself and onto the creature's back.

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

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

As Sebastian was apparently fast enough to pull off two precise, powerful bits of telekinesis before Mara could fire, even with Force-enhanced speed, she had to resort to a brief Force shield to shove the bar away. Shields, at least, she could do. The metal bar hissed past her. Naturally, her shot was ineffective. Naturally, with his back against a wall, Sebastian still managed roll past Voidstalker and around him. That probably wouldn't go so well, seeing as he'd just given Voidstalker about six opportunities to impale him, but with Voidstalker engaging at close range, Mara didn't see much point in firing the shotgun. Instead, she held her peace and focused on gathering power again. Didn't feel like doing much else.

 

[The End Narrator]

Location: The Festering Cairn

Objective: Recover

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 brought both arms up swiftly, crossing them over one and another to shield her face. She conjured what Force energy she could to absorb the blast – but it wouldn’t be enough to take on the full might of Soeht. Lightning would shoot off to the side off her barrier, some would impact the already heavily damaged armor, sending bolts through her injured frame. She grimaced harshly and tried to maintain her ground but was sliding back – inch by inch.

The pain coursed through her, causing the shimmering barrier to fade and reappear – allowing more strikes to impact her. The barrier finally collapsed and Mira took the remaining blast head on and was sent tumbling backwards across the stone in a heap of limbs and tattered armor. It was like being thrown into a tornado and spit out the back side, nausea hitting her almost instantly. Her hands would extend out, bracing herself against the ground as the world around her spun rapidly.

Her stomach muscles clenched tightly and Mira heaved and then swallowed, doing her best not to vomit right there on the Cairn floor. She couldn’t tell what was up or down. She just knew everything was wrong. Her face began to pale and finally she threw up, spewing blood and bile across the slate before her. Tears forced their way from her eyes as she vomited again and again until it was to such a point she was dry heaving.

With the dark temptation gone from her soul, pain rippled through her body. She could feel it’s stain upon her core, swirling around the core of light that burned brightly within her. Mira made no inclination to move, instead remained braced upright as best she could – trying to regain her bearings. She could only hope that Soeht would follow Vornskr and his herald and leave her and Gabriel to their suffering.

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective: 1
Location: H
Enemies: [member="Marcello Matteo"], [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Allies: [member="Lord Ajihad"]
Gear: 1st post


Nomkneer felt someone of the sith there, guess he was mistaken as his mind still played little games with him even after the absorption of his darkness. He looked around and all he saw was two jedi masters facing him up front and warning him that if he decides to attack they would not hesitate neither. He took one of his lightsabers and pointed it toward [member="Marcello Matteo"] as his eyes gazed on his stance, gestures and emotion trying to figure out his opponent.

"You, if Jedi have so much honor and good will. Face me just you and me, i want to try out my new skills and weapons."

He sensed their mastery but he carelessly wanted to face an opponent head on and Marcello was the perfect target. His lightsabers were as bright as ever waiting for Matteos move as he stood in a Niman defensive stance his most used style. His force sight was on and focused, ready to read movements and try to counter them as this opponent is not some padawan but a Jedi Master.

Nomkneer is honorable in only certain situations like the current one if there were two sith and one jedi instead of the other way around. Even though he has some sense of honor it doesn't mean that he will do what ever he needs to do to win this battle, trickery or no trickery.

"Face me Jedi, you are the first Master who will taste my t'saber."

 

[Connor Harrison]

OBJECTIVE: 2: Fleet – Take out the ‘Immortal’ / Protect GA Fleet
LOCATION: Orbit above Lujo
ALLIES: [member="Ayden Cater"] | [member="Roth Tillian"] | [member="Jareb Kaine"] | [member="Poy Luroon"] | The GA Fleet
ENEMIES:[member="Catalys Maijora"] | [member="Darth Odium"] | The OS Fleet

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bc_GtOKpbc

A Sith cruiser seemed to burst into flames and split in two, pounded by the Defender and a barrage of canon fire. The shockwave pulsed outwards, at the same time Dax carved his way though the blast as an X-Wing fighter took out a Sith from above.

”Good shot Gold Six!”

He could almost hear the cheer from the bridge as a transport began its flight down through the fleet towards Lujo. The Immortal was hanging back and not attacking, which was a concern, but right now the Alliance were taking all chances they got – it was time to push forward!

”I’m taking the transport to the planet, stick with me Three and Five – let’s get the troops on the ground and do it all again!”

Hopefully the transport would have a simple passage down to the surface to provide back-up for the Alliance on the surface, and that way the Fleet would continue to cut down the Sith until their objective was complete.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location: The Festering Cairn
Objective: Recover Broken People
Allies: Galactic Alliance | The Light | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Kail Myn"] | [member="Mira Rekali"]
Enemies: Time

The resonant thrum of repulsors heralded the arrival of an Alliance LAAT. It held position just above the ground, air shimmering beneath it. Doors slid open, revealing a brisling row of blasters. Jacen Voidstalker was first out of the door, his armour scarred and dented, but not pierced.

His face was set in a look of grim determination. The Alliance forces were beginning to pull back, yet no one had returned from here are the cairn. Gabriel had told Jacen about his mission to prevent the resurrection long ago, but the Marshall had not been able to accompany him, instead joining the assault on the Bunker.

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

Objective: 1
Location: G
Enemies: [member="Harmon Taldan"], [member="Andanian Ategann"]
Allies: One Sith

The blow was deflected into Harmon's rib-cage, losing much of it's momentum and force. Still, Harmon was grasped tightly against Abelain, forcing him to use only one of his legs for balance which he surprisingly seemed capable of, at least for now. Taldan's arm came down, trapping Abelain's hand against the rib-cage. He attempted to pull it away, but it was far more difficult than he would have originally expected. It was in the next moment that the Arue'tii understood what Harmon was attempting to do. He fell backwards, legs attempting to apparently flip the chitinous being over himself, and then land upon his back. It was a clever strategy, one that had been used for time immemorial in dealing with large beasts or deadly foes.

There were flaws with that plan though, namely the part about throwing whatever was attacking you over yourself. When Harmon fell, Abelain was drawn towards him and his legs, that was simple physics. His grip tightened upon the leg that he held in his hand, and when he was about to be flipped, he pulled back on that leg. Abelain lurched forward, his balance thrown off, but he was not nearly as far away as Harmon had perhaps hoped, and his grip upon the offending leg still held. When the Jedi attempted to get upon his back, he simply yanked down on the leg, and spun his other arm around to deliver a painful and sharpened chitin elbow to the opponent's head.

The scent of blood and victory littered his mind.

Spoiler

1. Tightened grip around held leg.
2. Pulled on leg to reduce efficiency of the throw.
3. Pulled down on leg when Harmon jumped on his back
4. Twisted around, and smashed elbow into side of Harmon's head.

 

[Harmon Taldan]

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

Harm's opponent was a damn good combatant, that much was obvious. In the detached section of his mind, he noted places for improvement for both himself and the chitinous being, though for obvious reasons that part of his mind wasn't allowed to talk to the rest of his mind. The rest of his mind was doing constant combat calculations as the melee developed, with the background singers singing "Oh Shit, Oh Shit, Oh Shit" at varying volumes depending on what was going on.

His maneuver did not go entirely as planned. He flipped the creature over, but the creature still held on to Harm's leg, which threw off the balance of what he had been trying to do. He still ended up atop the chitinous creature, but not in as much control as he would like. The elbow that came up, likewise, was not in Harm's plan. The elbow hit the helmet of his armor and rattled him. Harm tasted blood, likely a split lip or loose tooth. The chitin on this creature was tough, it got impact all the way through his armor. Bright flashes speckled Harm's vision as he retaliated. With nothing else for melee weapons, Harm hammered down with his right fist twice, trying to use his left to hold the creature to facilitate the punching. All else was trying to stay atop the chitinous creature, though his balance was precarious.

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

Objective: 1
Location: G
Enemies: [member="Harmon Taldan"], [member="Andanian Ategann"]
Allies: One Sith


The blow had landed and triggered a satisfying feeling with the Arue'tii. The iron scent of freshly spilled blood filled his olfactory senses, emanating from within the helmet of the Jedi. That was a lesson he had learned from his homeworld, that armor didn't prevent all wounds to a being. It was the same with his species, they were created with powerful hides, but blunt wounds against them would strike pain and injury into their muscle and flesh underneath the chitin. The opponent facing Abelain was no doubt a talented one, though it seemed as though his professional skill lay within ranged weapons more than it did the art of melee. For a brief moment, Abelain wondered whether the soldier that had been on the ground earlier had recovered, but to turn his attention from the fight would invite calamity.

The fight needed to end sooner than later, lest he become worn down and fatigued from the constant blows that he both created and defended against. The hefty weight of the armored soldier on his back did not help matters, and it became difficult to maneuver or move with the grappling Taldan upon his back. The first blow landed around Abelain's neck, and smacked his head downward, loosening the grip on the leg and also eliciting a grunt of pain. The second blow landed closer to the back of his head, and sent him to the ground in a shrieking heap. On hands on knees, he slid his elbow back once more, aiming to catch Harmon around the right ribs.

Not so far from him lay the still humming Sith vibroblade, and with his other hand he reached for it, aiming to seize it for use against the opponent atop him. "You cannot hope... to win this encounter..." He hissed from behind his 'smile' the words tainted with obvious pain and anger. To the Arue'tii, the words held true, there was no chance that he would be defeated by such an inferior species as this one, especially in the wrestling that they had begun upon the ground. No, by the end of this conflict he intended to lay flat the intruder and to spill his blood upon the ground.

Spoiler

1. Get smacked to the ground on his hands and knees.
2. Use right elbow to smash Harmon in right lower ribs.
3. Attempt to gain possession of the Sith vibroblade.
4. Taunt.

 

[Harmon Taldan]

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

The coppery taste of his own blood in his mouth sent Harm further into his 'soldier mode.' His emotions becoming further shut off from his conscious mind, leaving only room for strategies and tactics, and the fight. The punches to the Arue'tii's head had the desired effect, causing the chitinous creature to loosen his grip on Harm's leg. A quick shift got his foot bearing weight again, then he started to push. The creatures elbow hammered in again, propelling Harm even further than he had intended. Too late, Harm saw the creature reaching for his vibroblade, then he hit the ground and rolled. First he was rolling to dissipate the momentum from hitting the ground, then he rolled to add a few more feet away.

Harm came up from his roll on his butt, back against the wall. His maser scattergun was in his hand, having pulled it from his back as he rolled, and aimed at the creature as it picked up the vibroblade. Harm reprimed the maser scattergun to make sure that he got the creatures attention.

"You cannot hope... to win this encounter..."

"Wanna bet?" Harm spoke, his words coming out strangely, affected by a possibly broken jaw.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Objective: Unleash the Light
Location: L
Allies: GA | [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Enemies: OS | [member="Lord Mythos"]
Gear: Valkyri armour | Snowfall | Lightsaber

To his surprise, Mythos rather easily blocked his advance and pushed him back using telekinesis, causing Thurion to crash into the far wall with a loud clanging sound as he was struck against the metal. Fortunately his armour protected him from any trauma an unarmoured peron would sustain from such a hit, although it did manage to knock the air out of him for a couple seconds. As the Sith Lord raised Snowfall against him once more, the room filled with palpable darkness; not in a literal sense, but rather it snaked its way into you mind and soul, attempting to grasp at whatever hope of victory you might have. It made itself known physically as Thurion found himself struggling for air, much as if an iron grip clamped down on his throat.

He would not remain docile, however, and while Mythos stood attempting to break him from afar, Thurion summoned the Force despite the lack of oxygen. Coci would know to do the same, and once again his eyes turned into azure fire. They would only have this one shot at this, but one shot was all they'd need. Struggling to do so, he reached out towards his opponent, both palms open. "Th-the L-light... is with m-me..." he managed between faint gasps of air just before the power of the Light side of the Force was unleashed upon the Sith Lord. The room would light up, and with the combined efforts of husband and wife a massive Wall of Light appeared, emanating from their palms and moving with great speed towards Mythos. This was the strongest weapon in the arsenal of the Jedi, as any darksider caught in it would become severed from the Force entirely.

 

[Andanian Ategann]

Objective 1
Location G
Allies: GA / [member="Harmon Taldan"]
Enemies: [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]

Sounds like they're gettin' busy...

Which meant it was time to strike. As the giant monster Sith wrestled with Andanian's backup by himself - bless his noble soul, so much more courageous than Andanian's - the young imperial runaway grinned, his helmet now off after being tossed across the room, unholstered his revolver from his belt and lifted his head, looking over at the two rasslers to his side, about ten-ish feet away. He said nothing, just levelled his trusty revolver at the big bad blue Sith and pulled the trigger, a single red blaster bolt shooting out of the barrel of his revolver in his direction.

Wherever the blast would hit, Andanian would quickly stand back up, revitalized by his sudden 'sneak attack', as he saw it in his head, and take a few steps back away from the two, using both hands to unload the rest of his blaster's cylinder, being nine shots, directed once again at the mysterious alien. This time, he would yell, "How's blaster taste, you big tree trunk!?"

 

[Mythos]

Objective: Rejoin the darkness.
Location: L
Allies: The One Sith
Enemies: GA/ [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] & [member="Coci Heavenshield"].
Gear: In siggy and Bio. No Snowfall

In darkness even the smallest glint of light can illuminate.

When Mythos stood to end the conflict, to finish what had been started by the galactic alliance he was sure that victory was imminent and that he would soon have guests to attend to in Atrisia of a more light sided origin. Twas not so... The light that blazed from the room was like a small sun, something he was familiar with during his voyage to the tomb of Naga Sadow. He had never faced a wall of light, he had never faced a Jedi so powerful, when he saw the power the light manifested in such a way his eyes opened wide in amazement. "Impossible!"

Yet it was so, the titanic and blinding light washed over the entire room covering it with a blanket of pure brightness and blinding, shining light that no darkness could drown out. Snowfall fell to the ground as he brought his hands to cover his eyes, he called upon the force but his exhaustion and the power of the light severed him from the darkside of the force as he fell back. His pain started to return and without the darkside of the force to null the pain or to use it as his power it was very real... he felt alone, truly severed from the force... was this death?

Survival... was it that important? Run and live or stay and die an honorable death? The latter was much more attractive to him, Mythos had no wish for a life without honor living with the shame of retreat or surrender. He lay there, bloody and with various broken bones and muscles... he awaited the killing blow with grace and dignity. He thought of his daughter Kida, his newborn son Adas and his lover Serena, the thought of them without him did not worry him.... he had made them strong enough... he would not watch his son grow and have the girls chase after him... but that was a reality he had long ago accepted. The smile upon his face was a statement in the face of death, courage, bravery, honor.... even in death.

Weak hands gripped his lightsaber, the songsteel hilt of its finely crafted hilt feeling cool and inviting to the touch... yet he did not wish to take the glory of death from the man who had defeated him in a fair battle. Well...mostly fair at least. A blood spurred chuckle escaped his lips and through the blinding light he could see the image of a great and powerful warrior, a vision or just the image of Thurion through the blinding light, he could not be sure.... but the man... wielding a great weapon approached the Sith Lord.

Mythos nodded and extended his bloodied hand with the un-ignited blade of the lightsaber pointing to his chest and the ignition button facing the warrior who approached him. "Well fought..." Mythos said, almost a whisper. "What is your name?... I wish to know before i die." One final request, not too much to ask of anyone in Mythos' mind, yet he had to know so he could rest in peace and die with honor.