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

[Marcello Matteo]

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

Glacier-blue eyes stared at the Acolyte for...several moments. There was a time that Marcello probably would have wondered if people were truly this misguided. There was a time when Sith, though his enemy, held his respect as a group of sentients. In the past he had been impressed by the strength of their resolve and ability to execute their desires in whatever way they deemed necessary. Perhaps that was part of the allure? The darkside was certainly a gateway to many powerful capabilities...and it came easily. Death, however, was always easy.

Marcello understood the reality of balance in the Force. For that reason, he did not judge the Acolyte before him harshly. The Rogue Master was resolved and centered in the fact that it was his place to be misguided and pathetically ensnared by the false promises of his kin. Marcello had walked down both paths. Unknowingly, Taeli boasted that claim to a much larger degree than he. Given that reality, what hope could the Acolyte truly have? He was just beginning down a path that they had both walked, embraced at one point. Further more, they'd had the strength of purpose and character to turn away, to find a better way to leave a mark on the galaxy and within the Force.

So. The Rogue Master would offer the Acolyte all that he was entitled to, a swift response followed by definitive, immediate action. "No." No sooner had the words left the Naboo native's lips than a powerful, crushing wall of repulsive Force energy erupted from Marcello's core in a complete one hundred and eighty degree arc towards the Sith Acolyte.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wcBosWg1UfA​

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

Thurion fell to the floor, unable to catch himself from sheer exhaustion, coupled with the Sith Lord's grip of his throat. On his knees Thurion gasped for the air that had been denied to him mere seconds earlier, and he could feel the dark void dissipate and disolve into nothing. Over where a great warrior had once stood definatly, now lay a defeated man in the form of Mythos. He had been disarmed, fully and completely. Struggling to get back on his feet, Coci came to his aid by shouldering some of his weight despite her smaller frame. "Take me to him..." he asked of her, and together they presented themselves before the defeated Sith. Crouching down beside the man, Thurion made a quick mental note of his injuries. If given medical treatment he would live.

"Thurion," he told him, still panting from exhaustion. Beads of sweat and droplets of blood alike crawled down his face after being able to finally give his body a moment to collect itself. "But you will not die this day, my lord," he added while taking the lightsaber hilt from his hand and setting it aside on the floor. Thurion then placed his palm against the side of the man's face as he gazed into Mythos' mind. Without his connection to the Force, there would be no barriers stopping him. He was not searching for any Sith secrets or anything like that, but rather he wanted to know the man behind the Sith Lord. Images of a family, a wife... and someone he never expected in the form of [member="Kida Malgus"]. "Kitty," he gasped as he removed his hand and ceased his looking into the man's mind. He now knew the face of the one she'd referred to as 'father' during their meeting on Aargonar.

Composing himself, he spoke some carefully chosen words. "Your powers have been taken from you. You are no longer Sith. I strongly urge you to return to your family; become the loving father your children so deserve. There need be no more bloodshed between us." Thurion even managed to offer Mythos a brief smile before beckoning Coci to help him up again. "We need to go. The Alliance is pulling back." Making sure to pick up Snowfall before moving out, the two made their way back through the facility until fresh air once again found their lungs. Though they had failed to wrest Lujo from the iron grip of the Sith, the Light had prevailed against Darkness this day.

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

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


The humming blade reached his hand and coincided with the hefty weight lifting itself from his back. The Jedi had rolled along the floor, attempting to gain distance from him, and the Arue'tii was compelled to allow it, using the time to lift himself back up to his full height. His red cape swayed somewhat off center, apparently having been knocked somewhat out of place by the grappling Harmon. He cast his gaze upon the foe, watching as he set himself against the wall. Abelain twirled the blade once in his hand, returning the familiar sensation of it's weight to his mind as he prepared to sally forth once more and finish his opponent. The noise of the mysterious weapon, and it's visage put off the idea of charging headfirst. It was one of the few weapons in this fight that had managed to wound him, and he did not enjoy the idea of charging directly into it's gruesome range.

Still, his opponent was no doubt wounded. That much was evident by the corruption of words that were slurred from the potentially broken jaw of his foe. The scent of blood amplified that impression, and Abelain could not help but think that Harmon Taldan was nearing the end of his well of energy. The Arue'tii couldn't pretend that he was at full strength either, but the same scent of blood that indicated a wound, and the prideful wish to prove the being inferior and allow it's Escalation kept him on his war path. His mindset had become focused on Taldan, examining various ways in which he could be defeated and how he could overcome the weapon without undue injury to himself.

It was this mindset that led him to his next mistake; not taking heed of the familiar soldier who had lain upon the ground for so long that he had become discounted in the conflict. The item of interest that brought the soldier back into Abelain's mindset was a thud against the side of his head and the slight tickle of heat from underneath the chitinous armor. He turned, red cape hanging awkwardly and scraping messily against the floor in an unkempt mess. The soldier continued his gradual retreat away from both Harmon and himself, firing shot after shot into the blue hide. The Arue'tii felt himself become forced back by the multiple shots, the tickle of heat appearing within each one minus one directly in his shoulder which became moderately hot; the reaction to being hit in the same place twice.

Smoke rose from the body of the Arue'tii, clouding the air somewhat with it's smog. In the brief moment that most blaster bolts would cease their discharge, it seemed to continue. The smoke spread out, as if though it held a source, and the slight turn of Abelain to bring both of his opponents into view revealed that the frill of his cape had caught fire and was pouring smoke into the air as it was devoured by it. The taunting comment brought attention to the soldier, and he felt obliged to answer it with his own taunt: "Probably about as well as your friends would taste." The voice sneered, apparent frustration clear in the unclear air.

He twirled the blade once, hurling it towards Harmon's chest in the same fashion that he had gutted one of the now deceased soldiers, and in the next moment found himself charging towards the familiar soldier who had fired upon him, armed only with a lightsaber hilt which continued to spark and sputter as it worked to return to activation; a fruitless activity.

Spoiler

1. Readied self for combat once more.
2. Was shot multiple times by the same weapon that he had previously been shot by.
3. Answered taunt with his own.
4. Threw vibroblade at Harmon's chest
5. Began charge towards Andanian Ategann, now deprived of the blade.

 

[Harmon Taldan]

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

Harm watched as the chitinous creature moved towards him, then watched the other soldier begin to fire into the creature. Harm knew that wouldn't be fruitful in anything but distracting him.

The smoke was new. Harm drew his scattergun up to firing position and aimed in the direction of the chitinous warrior in the smoke cloud. Harm kept his own mouth shut as the taunting continued, knowing that he would help nothing by slurring with his broken jaw. He'd almost gotten his second wind, and was preparing to stand to fire upon the enemy again, when the melee happened again.

This time it wasn't the chitinous creature who came at Harm, but its vibroblade. Harm's scattergun was already in firing position, the maser bolt was a surprisingly apt weapon for this instance, imparting energy as both a laser, and a kinetic blast. Harm calmed visibly as he took aim and fired a pair of blasts at the vibroblade. The blade was blasted away from him, though sadly not broken (I won't break your things, promise).

The chitinous creature was bearing down on the other soldier, and Harm couldn't let that fight go down, he didn't know the other guy, but this creature was too much for any one soldier to take. Harm stood, holding the maser scattergun to his shoulder and followed after the creature, placing his steps carefully as he waited for a clear shot.

 

[The End Narrator]

[SIZE=9pt]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] The Festering Cairn[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Help Gabriel, Help Myself, Fight emotions.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Galactic Alliance | The Light | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Kail Myn"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Enemies: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Pain, Injuries, and death knocking on the door to Gabriel’s soul.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Gear:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Vanguard Armor (Destroyed) | The Destiny | The Prophecy[/SIZE]

https://youtu.be/T9eaTfDxHog​

Mira slowly climbed to her feet, swaying a bit as the nausea began to settle. The overwhelming darkness still lurked about the cairn and the burden of pain weighed down upon her tiny frame as she struggled to keep upright. Her vision cleared and would blur – a continuous motion with each step she took towards the crucified body of Gabriel. A step forward would result in a stumble, a hand coming to wrap about her midsection, grabbing against broken and torn armor. Pieces of stone and shrapnel protruded from wounds in her face and blood flowed freely from the lesions created in the brief combat with @Soeht. She counted her blessings considering the brief moments she had to use darkness to heal what she could before he attacked – otherwise she would be blind and wandering the cairn with no eyesight. Another step forward resulted in yet another stumble, her left hand reaching out to catch herself just before the hanging form of Gabriel. His pain was sickening, it amplified through the Force like a nexus of energy that grabbed at her core. She had to free him – she had to help him somehow. She would crawl the rest of the way, trying to get herself close enough to where she could pull him down.

Hand would unlatch from her partially exposed side and reach up to grab the blood bathed sarcophagus, gripping it tightly to pull herself upright. Her left hand that caught herself would brace against the resurrection case that once held the remains of [member="Darth Vornskr"], while the right would reach out through the Force. Eyes would close and concentration would focus upon the man before her. The ripples of blue and red energy swirled about the cairn, colliding and exploding in a beautiful dance of chaotic energy. She would touch what she could – Light or Dark and pull it into her form, harnessing the very essences that were present. It was simplistic really, she focused on the focal points of pain around Gabriel – his hands and feet, where these metal objects that impaled him to the wall like a sacrificial lamb to some deity. She would pull, gently and a bit slowly. Perhaps too slow for someone in his condition but her fear was that there might be damage beneath that was unseen. It was the fear that caused her to suddenly jerk at the last second. She held him upright for a moment, garnet eyes open to stare upon the limp form and the metal objects that once held him to the earthen partition.

Mira held on for just another moment before letting him down as gently as she could but let go a bit too soon and the form of Gabriel would fall to the ground with a soft thud. She in turn, would collapse to the ground, breathing heavy, beads of sweat dripping down her forehead. Once again, she would resume her crawl, moving over towards the fallen form of the Master. As she came upon Gabriel, she sat back and brought her arms underneath his own, pulling him into her lap as best she could. She groaned against the dead weight that was the armored and much larger man. This was a time she wished that she had more physical strength than strength through Force. A hand would come to rest upon his chest, while the other would support his head. Garnet eyes stared down at the older man as she began to weep - his pain was evident and Mira was lost and confused. She didn't know what to do, she felt abandoned by her own friends - by the Jedi. Did he feel the same? What was going through his mind beyond the pain and suffering?

 

[Andanian Ategann]

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

Ew, Andanian thought when the beast answered him.

Then he hurled his sword at the last soldier left besides himself and came barrelling toward him like a train, hardly seeming affected by the ten blasts he fired at him. He instinctively tried to fire at him again, but he was out of bolts in this cylinder and had no time to reload.

Feth it! he thought, hurling the entire revolver at the beast's head and bracing himself for the impact of being tackled.

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

Objective: Tear the flesh of inferiors.
Location: G
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Harmon Taldan"], [member="Andanian Ategann"]


The noise of Taldan's weapon going off nearly made Abelain divert himself from his course to dodge, but the blow never came. He continued, drawing closer to the soldier who was gradually backing himself into a corner, apparently out of his ammunition though it hadn't done much good either way. The distinct clatter of the vibroblade indicated what had happened to it, and it continued it's droning hum from farther away than it had been previously, it was unlikely that he would find the time to retrieve it now. The Arue'tii could not allow himself to become distracted with such thoughts, and instead he focused in on the soldier as he arrived, the revolver being thrown at him bouncing uselessly off of him and clattering to the floor like the garbage it was.

His foot came down on the weapon, an accidental casualty that resulted in a crack of broken machinery. As he continued his path, scattered pieces of the now destroyed revolver clattered into the various corners of the room. Abelain dropped the still nonoperational lightsaber hilt to his side, freeing up his hand as he finally came upon his target. No doubt, Harmon would be waiting for his chance to strike, which meant that his assault had to be rapid and efficient. He moved his right arm forward, attempting to restrain the right arm of the familiar soldier before spinning upon his heel and slashing at the stomach with the chitinous blade upon his left elbow.

The natural weapons were quite efficient at tearing and rending flesh, muscle, sinew, and bone. Though, they were not nearly as sharp as to penetrate armor beyond basic leather, still, even if there was armor to stop the blow, it packed a decent enough punch behind it and left Abelain in a good position for a counterattack by Harmon.

Spoiler

1. Charged at Andanian.
2. Broke Andanian's revolver, as he requested.
3. Right arm to Andanian's right forearm to restrict movement.
4. Left elbow blade slash across stomach against Andanian.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

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

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

• [member="Mira Rekali"]
• The Force
• [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

Enemies:

• Gravity

Gear:

• Memories

"Come on now, get down from there." He looked up towards the red brick house, the woman sitting on the shingles with her legs hanging from the gutters. She gave a shake of her white hair, laughing.

"I asked you three times now to fix this! If you can't do it, I guess I'll have to."

"Well, you know I work right..." He jumped as he saw her trip, nearly falling off the roof. "Come on Sylvia, you're gonna hurt yourself!"

"Ah, it's not that hard." She tugged and yanked a cracked shingle free, flinging it down into the yard. It exploding upon impact, the young hybrid holding up his hands to shield his eyes. "See, just like pulling teeth."

"And you know about that how?"

"You think Samson yanked his tooth out all by himself? Though he wasn't really a fan of the string technique."

"You use the door and string?"

"Yup."

Gabe laughed as he crossed his arms, watching her slide the shingle in and hammer it down. Once it was in place, she blew air up over her face and tossed the hammer down onto the broken shingle. As she was moving to the ladder, her feet slipped out from beneath her. Rolling, Gabe scrambled just in time to catch her, taking him down to the ground all the same.

Opening his eyes slowly, he looked up to see the Cairn rooftoop and all the destruction that had followed his defeat. If such a mild term could be applied to what occurred. He was humiliated and left hanging, not even given the honor of a quick death. It was a thing he had given to Kaine, though it was done so more out of passion and desperation. Given the chance, he may have taken the Sith Lord in for a trial. But such enemies, they were too much of a threat to be kept alive.

Body broken, pain resonating from his limbs and crawling inward for shelter, he grimaced as he looked up towards the young woman. The one who had saved him, for the time being, and was likely the one to pry him free from the wall. How he missed that brick house now, the cold and the warmth within, those missing bits of mortar between the bricks. The sort that he promised to fix without any intention of doing so. Instead, he would find himself in the arms of another Jedi. Just like on Taloraan, he was needing to be saved. It made him question himself, that others would have to put themselves at risk for his own preservation. The notion stung harshly, biting back any physical pain he might have.

He tensed as she pressed her hand against his chest, baring his teeth. "No tears...You survived. We couldn't hope for more." He suspected a trap all along, the molestation of psychometry to aid the Sith Lord in his resurrection. The Alliance had been played. Or at the very least, he had.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Mira Rekali"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]

Dust lingered in the air as readily as shadows encroached from the corners of the cairn. Through it all, a single beam of light cut a path. It swung back and forth before it came to settle on the pair. At the other end of the beam, looking down the length of his rifle, was Marshall Voidstalker.

A series of bright blue dots appeared and a high pitched whine followed the fist-sized medical droid that bobbed through the air to hover over Gabriel. The air faintly shimmered as it completed its scan.

Jacen was no battlefield triage expert. He read the report, decided it was safe to move him and took action. The light vanished, but soon others appeared as GADF soldiers filtered in. With rifle shoulder he approached the pair.

"Again?" he asked incredulously. "Can you walk miss?" he asked Mira as he crouched down beside them and prepared to heave Gabriel up. Time was not on their side.

 

[Harmon Taldan]

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

Harm moved to the side a step, bringing the other soldier out of the line of fire, then he pulled the trigger on the maser scattergun and recocked the weapon, priming it for the next. Harm started thinking over the things he could do with the force. They were of a limited number, he hadn't had much training besides the basics. He didn't know what he could do aside from spamming the scattergun at the creature. He only had six shots left in it, and he didn't know how many it would take to take this creature down.

 

[The End Narrator]

Mira nodded softly.

"Yes, for the most part I suppose I can." She looked down at Gabriel and chuckled. "I suppose you're right as well, now don't speak - save your strength." She looked up to the medical droids and the GADF personnel before turning to [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]. For a moment she was hesitant to let go of Gabriel, perhaps it was because of the ordeal they just endured and the fact remained they endured it alone. Perhaps it was a fear that this was an illusion conjured by darkness or by @Soeht.

She couldn't tell.

She merely stared for a moment longer before looking back down at the injured Master held in her lap. "Maybe next time, we'll fight together...?" She chuckled softly. "You aren't the only one who desires to end the existence of that abomination." Mira let go of Gabriel as the medics and GADF soldiers took hold of him, she clutched for just a brief moment out of that fear that lingered and then let go. As they came to aid her, she held a hand up and did what she could to rise to her feet. "I'll take care of myself."

[member="Gabriel Sionoma"]