Invasion Chapter Two: House of Cards | Long Live The Empire DE vs GA Coruscant

[Darth Vinaze]

Amani Serys | Eloise Dinn

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As Amani channeled the lightning back towards him, Vinaze ceased its flow, and as the remaining energy surged back towards him he forced it upwards, striking the high ceiling above and causing parts of the roof to collapse in and down onto the Jedi master.

Turning his attention to the apprentice, the unlikely survivor, he could feel her pain and anguish bursting through the Force.

The dazed and defeated Sorren hardly had time to follow the order given, and likely before he even realized the threat she was upon him. His lightsaber flashed to life just moment before her blade struck, but with each successive attack her fury bore against him he was unable to keep up. One of her wild, impassioned strikes dragged a deep gash across his body, then another, then another. His lightsaber clattered to the floor, and his body soon followed from the onslaught.

It was a pitiful sight.

Vinaze's eyes lingered for a moment on the boy's mutilated corpse, then to the dead scattered across the room. A waste of time, having trained those knights, he thought. But Sorren, nor the slain handful of acolytes, were the strength of the Odojinyakaar. Faith in the Emperor was their strength, and these warriors had not died with his name on their tongues.

Then his eyes rose to Eloise, to the darkness in her own. Was their a deeper darkness in her heart? Or was this merely the desperate rage of one on the verge of death? He knew they were often the same. Humans being the passionate and fickle creatures they were, it rested within them all. This one had not only slain his apprentice, but made mockery of the Sith Lord in doing so. Her strength... he pondered, perhaps it is she who ought to be my apprentice. Would that I could wrench her from her master.

"Let the hate flow through you, Padawan. It is all that keeps you alive, that will ever keep you alive. Heed such, and you will do just fine."

Vinaze began to walk backwards, circling his hands around each other, summoning a green mist until it darkened and thickened into a black smoke, then casting it forwards into a great shadow cloud engulfing the room and obscuring all. A darkness spell of Dathomirian sorcery. When the smoke cleared, the Jedi would find Darth Vinaze gone, and they would be left with the pain in their wounds, and the pain in their hearts of the actions they had taken...

EXIT POST​

 

[Detritus Ren]

Location: Jedi Temple, Interior Chambers
Allies: DE, Olorion Fossk
Enemies: GA, Grandmaster Valery Noble
Equipment: The Ren Lightsaber, Detritus Ren's Orbalisk Armor
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Finally! Detritus was able to conquer his enemy, her screams of pain were music to his ears as he reached out through the Force. No one had come close to reaching the mind of Valery Noble, not since the World Eater himself. It was as if the joined soul between the Jedi Master and the World Eater allowed Detritus to take advantage of that bond, to manipulate it to his advantage. As he explored her mind, using her worst memories, her fears, her own doubts against her. The Master of Ren fed off of it. He reveled in her agony as he continued his mental rampage deep into the recesses of her mind, and to add literal insult to injury by mocking her very role as Sword of the Jedi by exploiting her failures.

Her lightsaber extinguished and fell to the ground. Her cries for pain brought further amusement, as soon enough would he tear her apart to find some use for her infected soul. Perhaps find a way in which she could be useful, but for now enjoyed the agony that he had put her through. He started to advance upon her slowly. She was in no position to strike back against him, she was helpless and in pain. She was at his mercy, after so many years of hearing about her. He finally had her in his grasp, his ultimate triumph, his ultimate revenge.

"You're not going to-"

Noble would say defiantly through her excruciating walk down memory lane. Detritus look of triumphant amusement quickly shifted into a scow. Her arrogance, her persistence had annoyed him. Had enraged him, for in that moment she would suffer for her crimes. However, before Detritus could enact his revenge further, did his eyes widened as the pain, all the anger that Valery had kept bottled inside of her had unleashed itself. It wasn't darkness, but it was the light striking back. She was using that parasitic remnant against him, before he could reach down to connect to it did he find himself reeling back.

Detritus would stumble back. He looked all around to see the release of such energy would begin to tear the chambers apart. The beautiful tiles that lined the floor would shatter along with the walls. The entire room shook, as even the floor wasn't spared for Detritus had to steady himself with the Force just to keep himself together. Chunks of the floor would begin falling down upon them as Detritus would try to slowly continue his advance towards her. Determined to stop her right then and there, even if the chambers caved in on them both.

The floor cracked and crumbled, larger pieces of the ceiling would come crashing down. Ren was getting so close to his sworn enemy, so close to finishing her before allowing these chambers to collapse. The fires would spread and roar as Detritus would stand in front of Valery completely trapped as the flames kept coming closer, and the light was being extinguished in the chambers entirely.

"You will never escape me, Jedi Witch! You hear me! Never!!!" Detritus would say screaming in her face, as if such words represented his undying hatred for her. If he would be buried here in these chambers, if the chambers became the tomb for them both, did Detritus want her to know that he would haunt her in both this life and the next if the Shadow willed.

The fires continued to spread, debris continued to fall on them both. Surrounded by both flame and stone with a woman he hated, did Detritus choose not to rage against the crushing light that surrounded him, and threatened to bury him. Detritus looked around, and looked up his arms spreading out as if he were to embrace what the Shadow had in store, what the World Eater willed.

Then there was nothing but the darkness.

 

[Raphael Gallustrade]

He fell to the ground, with a thud, blood dripping from the place where his arm had once been. Immediately he paled and it was all he could do, in the moment, to breathe and keep from crying out. Admittedly... this was how he thought this would go, but he had to fight anyways. He'd needed to face her. At least she'd only kill him, not drag him back to whatever academy she'd been speaking about. She was too angry, too lost in her own anger and rage to be able to think clearly. It hurt so badly...

The dark miasma lifted had been lifted and he felt... only slightly more enervated than he had originally. Physically, he was at his limit, but he was using the Force to keep himself from too much shock. Subtely, he pulled his jacket more to his right side, with the Force, using the extra bit of sleeve to tie off the wound. Then, with that done, he practically shoved himself forward, landing on his ass, beside Gatz. There wasn't enough time to do much. He was going to black out soon, from blood loss. There wasn't time to form a better plan... He only had one.

"Hey..." he whispered to the other padawan. "We're kinda in trouble here... I'm bleeding pretty badly and I'm pretty sure I'm going to pass out soon." He watched as Adeline swallowed his arm, with a sickening grin, staring at her blood toothed maw. "To be honest, I don't think either of us are safe. If she keeps going, as out of control as she is... she's going to be the death of us both... I can only think of one thing: We need to bring the ceiling down on her head...and try to get out of here... Just...follow my lead."

He was barely able to focus from the pain. He'd never lost an arm before, but dank ferrik did this hurt... With any luck, Gatz would follow this plan. With all the concentration and strength in the Force he could muster, Raphael focused it all on the ceiling above Adeline. The focus gained from Qi-ko, the patience from Ambria... and the power from Rapture, all culminated and swirled around the ceiling. There was a popping sound, a cacking and groaning sound. this had to work... They didn't have many other options...

Gatz Derrevar Adeline Noctua

 

[Mahsa]

Apparel　&　Weapons

Padawan Robes
NJO Utility Belt
Survival Kit

Lightsaber (Dantari Crystal)
Energy Slingshot Cuff
Energy Pellet Creation Bangle
(Hurrikaine & Permafrost Crystals)

Location: New Jedi Temple (Rooftops), Coruscant
Objective: Bless the Drifter , she no longer wants to puke :’)

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The biting winds continued to howl around them, chilling the girl down to her very bones as the rain continued to pour against them mercilessly. She was cold, tired, and the constant pull and sway of dark energy inside her mind wasn’t doing Mahsa any wonders. It had gotten worse when the newcomer had begun to mess around with it, and the addition of new energy emanating from Kata’nari proved to be the straw that broke the camel’s back.

A retching sound was mostly deafened by another strike of thunder when the Kazelrrian turned towards the corner of the wall she’d held herself against, heaving whatever contents that had narrowly avoided an earlier escape inside the stairway. She had never felt as sick as Mahsa did in this very moment, and the compounding headache that threatened to split her head in half was only making everything worse.

She wasn’t sure how long she spent resting against the wall as if her life depended on it, before a sudden relief had washed over the young padawan as the energies shifted once more. What had once been a cacophony of unwanted shrills and sharp noises assaulting her ears had suddenly been reduced to a tolerant hum—not quite the harmonious melody of nature Mahsa was used to listening from the Force, but at least it didn’t made the girl want to claw her eardrums.

It’s gone—! Wary eyes had turned to look back towards the seal and the stranger who’d stabbed it, wondering if this new shift was their doing, before Mahsa finally noticed they were currently staring in her direction… straight at her, actually.

"W-Who…" Her voice was hoarse and uncooperative at first, and the taste of bile caused her Mahsa to grimace—spitting it out before she tried again. "Who are you…?"

Part of her wanted to believe they were friendly, though she couldn't remember having seen a figure anywhere remotely like theirs within the Temple as of late. The dark energy oozing from Kata’nari made her wary however, the discordant tune emanating from the sword not too dissimilar from the mayhem that had reigned around that fething seal before.

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Allies

Hostiles

Unknown

Kaleleon

Ibaris Varanin

Drifter
Anyone else here?

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[Aris Noble]

Aris touched his neck with a grimace. Blood. Had he ever seen his blood before? A second later and it wouldn't be a shallow cut. His eyes narrowed as a red blade burned into existence. She was Sith, was she? He should've known. Well, no, he knew in the back of his mind that there was no way for him to without just assuming the worst of a stranger. Those thoughts didn't matter now. He brought his blade up in a quick motion, controlled, practiced.

Predictable. For all his strength and speed, he was still a Padawan, and the Shii-Cho he utilized was clear as day.

"I- ugh- Young Mast- Sith?"

Aris blinked just as the sword on his back sudden unsheathed itself to float beside him. Seszil was awake now that the darkness had left. He hadn't noticed it himself, what it was doing to him, what it was doing to his friend. But now he was aware, and they were together. And the boy didn't waste any time. His movements focused in, turning to faster, sharper moves as he called out. "Three!"

By all accounts, he was randomly calling out a number. But for Seszil? It was their form. Every strike was shadowed by the floating blade then, a second delay as Aris turned to strike at a different angle. This was what Aris had been working on far more than just his own blade.

Spindle

 

[Vazz]

Pain surged. Makko had retreated from the lethal strike, but the burning of the cut on his leg had Vazz snarl through his now bloodstained muzzle. The pain, though, was strength. Here he was strong. He could take advantage of this. Strike out against the Jedi, follow through. He grinned wide, crazed even as he took a step forward to crash his blades against one another again in a spark of light that was immediately consumed by the shadowed nature of the Defel.

Only for that sensation to leave him entirely. The dark aura he'd been feeding off of was suddenly gone. He blinked, once or twice, before his grimace returned. He didn't charge forward, rather, he shrank right back into the shadows around him.

He couldn't run or walk right now. And he was in the Jedi temple.

"Seems that bite was a little too shallow. But, you're bleeding aren't you?" Vazz spoke from the very shadows around them. He no longer had surprise. He no longer had an unsettled Jedi. He no longer had fear.

"You should stop that bleeding. Wouldn't want to upset that princess of yours by just dying, mm?"

Vazz was fleeing. This was no longer a fight he could win, and worse, he needed to get out before the chaos of the battle settled and he found himself the one chased.

Makko Vyres

 

[Balun Dashiell]

Allies: The New Jedi Order
Location: The Jedi Concourse
Opposition: Cesare Demici

Cesare Demici parried Balun's lightsaber off to the side. He moved fast, much too fast. Before Balun had realized it, the Dark Jedi had managed to get around behind him. Balun pivoted upon his right heel, turning to look back over his shoulder and finding the Dark Jedi's hand reaching out for the younger man. A surge in the Force sent his senses scrambling as a kinetic wall hit him side-on with such strength that he was hurled from his feet. It happened so fast that Balun couldn't tell the distance he was carrying, but the next thing he knew, he collided with something impenetrable. Pain wrought throughout his body, primarily across his torso, as he rag-dolled to the Temple floor and sputtered for breath against the dust and debris-laden stone.

He couldn't tell if it was the blow to his head from hitting the pillar or if the Temple was quaking where it stood, but the ground rumbled against his left side as Balun tried to make sense of what had occurred. His vision was distorted, and he felt something wet run from his forehead. He reached up to wipe at it and found blood smeared across his hand. He'd been cut somewhere, though he knew not how badly. He knew he couldn't stay there with the threat of other combatants so near him; He couldn't let his vulnerability show.

The Darksider let out a blood-curdling scream as Balun climbed to his feet, looking across to see Cesare Demici seemingly struggling to contain himself. Whatever inner conflict was being waged within the Dark Jedi, Balun could only presume to believe this was the terrible effect of the Dark Side of the Force. "It doesn't look that way to me", Balun shouted across the noise of the enveloping battle as Jedi clashed against Imperial agents, soldiers and Force Users within the Temple Concourse; "You're trapped, a slave to your anger" just as the New Jedi Order had taught Balun, the corruption of the Dark Side and the turmoil of one's emotions unhinged and overwhelmed the older man before him.

Once more, the amber light of his lightsaber ignited with a snap-hiss, energy-charged and channelled by the blade emitter at the head of the hilt, soon drawn into both hands and raised up at shoulder height, Balun falling into a well-balanced stance facing Cesare Demici. "You're stronger, better trained, but you will never find peace in the Dark Side. You use the Force like a weapon while I stand in the light," Balun exclaimed, conviction strong in his words as he stood down his foe, understanding full well that he could die doing so, yet he fought for his friends and the only family he had ever known.

 

[Malva'ikh Dralidok]

|| LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE ||

~Day of judgement, God is calling~

OBJECTIVES: Drag Efret Farr to the Dark Side
TAG: Astri Elyse | Efret Farr

Spoiler

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CORUSCANT, CORE WORLDS

The little one was trying her best to escape, but the Master had no intention to do so. She’s indulging in the addicting terror and horror of the Dagger. Clips of scenes are played in my mind, a highlight of which boon the Dagger has blessed the Master with.

SACRIFICE.

So symbolic. The temptation of the Dark God knows no bound. Even with the perilous situation the Master was still sleeping. So welcoming of the Dark, so ready to sacrifice everything she has for a full blessing.

Yet, suddenly, she wakes, just as I was sharing her boon, and the sudden cut sends jolt of burning electricity straight through my brain, down my spine.

And so when she used the last bit of her power to escape the fervent snare of the Dark Side, the shockwave also sent my body trampling backwards.

And so I have to watch as my prey escaped my grip once again. Her fortitude is commendable, and her proficiency in the Force so desirable. The Master and the Padawan escaped through an ability even the Nephilim is not proficient in.

Yet the grip of the Dark Side knows no limit, unlike this mortal servant. She might have escaped now, but the allure of the Dagger will bring her back to me, willingly. Breaking a Jedi is not an instantaneous process. Push too hard and their fortitude takes the best off them. The Nephilim is a patient servant of the Dark Side.

Besides, any chance of chasing the pair was closed when a Star Destroyer broke through the Senate building right in my horizon.

On to the next target.

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[Magdalena Bloodscrawl]

There was a rumble in the temple grounds at the lowest levels in the Chaos.

It was an Impeding Assault Tank that burst through the most ancient levels, right through a wall, and out poured a number of Clone Force Commanders, Clone Ashla Healers , and Clone Knights .

More tanks burst through other walls, some crushing Sith who had been about to slay Jedi, and out poured more from the heavily modified tank, followed by a somewhat elder but still quite attractive blond woman in a Ritual Gown .

The Force Commanders wasted no time, and at her direction unleashed heavy bolts of green lightning on Sith Lords they encountered in the immediate passages, already finding themselves in lightsaber duels, backed up by flashes of green lightning from her fingertips. A woman not at all interested in playing nice today. Not with Nathan missing.

The Sorceress of Ossus proceeded to more fighting. She felt the darkness and suffering in the temple, how the Sith had defiled it with Bloodshed.

But there was no time to waste. The Attack and response had taken a long time to coordinate...

The Sorceress proceeded upwards, flanked by Force Commanders and healers, casting spells to protect Jedi they came across, other clones removing the injured for evac. She was not here to stop the Sith so much as she was here to extract wounded Jedi to safety. That was what she would do.

As a favor to her son...

 

[Khronas]

NEW JEDI TEMPLE, CORUSCANT
Valor the Forsaken

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Khronas skidded to a halt amid the lush forest setting of the Room of a Thousand Fountains.

Everything had changed.

His lidless yellow eyes glazed over as he dove deep into the Force. His peers battled around him, waging war on their eternal Jedi enemies. And yet Khronas was unconcerned. His time to die had not yet come.

He traversed the span of time and space, his Siniteen mind comprehending predictions and permutations beyond the capacity of a small-brained human. An innumerable array of galactic events, occurring at random to an untrained mind, presented themselves to him and submitted to his will. He travelled along the Grand Timeline, watching how his every move had been perfectly aligned, a beautiful synergy with the invisible dance of cosmetic energy. He was then shown the moment he stepped away from his perfect future and the time he had wasted battling the Jedi youngling when he had other matters to attend to.

There it was. The turning point.

The tide of both the invasion of Coruscant and galactic history had turned. And while Khronas had planned to be right at the centre of that pivot, to witness that powerful moment in history, something had happened that he had never before experienced.

He had arrived late.

The moment had passed. The Grand Timeline had forked. All had all been for naught.

Anger burned within the Acolyte, a fiery hatred consuming him. The Jedi must pay for ruining his carefully laid plans.

Then, his eyes refocused and his enlarged brain took back over. The passage of time marched on. He had divined the Grand Timeline once before, and he would do so again. Next time, he would focus on nothing but surrendering to his destiny. The future would belong to him.

The Jedi who had delayed him approached, calling for Khronas’ death. The Sith turned and directed his hatred toward his foe, reaching out with the Force to predict his next move. Amid the swirling darkness and bloodshed, Khronas sensed a second presence, a simple mind over whom the Jedi felt protective. Was the Jedi with child?

It mattered note. It was time for their fight to come to an end.

“You cannot comprehend what you have stolen from me Jedi!” Khronas screamed. “But this will not be a moment you will not soon forget!”

Khronas reached out with the Force and grasped a dozen fist-sized rocks. Drawing on the anger that burned within him, he flung the deadly missiles toward the small presence the Jedi was so concerned to protect.

Without waiting to see if his attack found its mark, Khronas turned and disappeared into the chaos.

His time would soon come.

 

[Valor the Forsaken]

TAGS: Khronas

Valor's eyes widened as he saw the deadly projectiles hurtling towards him. Without a second thought, he turned away and crouched down, shielding the frog nestled in his pocket with his body.

Debris pelted his back and shoulders, every impact sending sharp jolts of pain through his already battered frame. He gritted his teeth, focusing on protecting the frog despite the agony and pain.

Frog: "Ow! Hey, what's going on out there? Is this your idea of fun? 'Cause I'm not having any."

Valor: "Just stay still. We're almost through this."

Frog: "Almost through? Feels like we're in a blender! And not the good kind that makes smoothies. More like the kind that makes frog purée."

Valor: "I know, I know. Just shut up already."

Frog: "What's with the 'heroic sacrifice'? You got a death wish or something?"

Valor: "I'm not dying today. Neither are you."

Frog: "Better not be. 'Cause if I end up as frog paste, I'm haunting you in every life. And trust me, I'm not a quiet ghost."

As the barrage subsided, Valor slowly looked back, his body aching from the onslaught. Khronas was gone, vanished into the chaos. A deep frown etched across Valor's face. He couldn't believe he had let him slip away.

Valor: "He's gone."

Frog: "What? After all that? You mean to tell me we went through a rock shower for nothing?"

Valor: "Not for nothing. We're still alive."

Frog: "Barely. You look like you've been through a meat grinder. And I'm not exactly fresh as a daisy myself."

Valor: "We need to find medical assistance."

Valor limped away from the battleground, seeking safety and healing. The Room of a Thousand Fountains, was now a chaotic war zone. He moved carefully, avoiding skirmishes and fallen debris, his focus on finding help. The frog continued its sassy commentary, but Valor took comfort in its constant presence. He wouldn't let Khronas have the last word. Not today.

 

[Simon Meinrad]

C A V A L I E R
CORUSCANT | JEDI TEMPLE
ALLIES | Zhea Nox
ENEMIES | Dark Empire | Kaleb Sunwalker

LAPSUS​

The taste of this power was so…refreshing; and he wanted more of it. To see the boy writhe in pain satisfied him. How pathetic his power was compared to Simon’s as the older man accepted the promise of the Dark Side. He could break the Dark Jedi here and let him rot on the floor in his madness. Worse than a rabid dog.

His focus on Kaleb was so intense that everything around him warped, paying no mind to whatever was occurring around him or throughout the Temple. Not even Zhea’s words could break his focus, for they were faint echoes in his ears. Soon his new ascension would be complete and all the powers of the Force would be his.

Until it wasn’t when a slight push made him lose balance and focus. The source of it came from Zhea. Simon was confused, and then angry for what she had done. Could she not see the good he was doing? To save her while destroying the Dark Jedi who threatened to kill her? To leave him alone with his pain in this physical plane?

“Zhea, step aside. Now!” those words did not belong to him as it was his anger and darker side who spoke with such venom. Never he imagined to yell or act with anger towards the woman he loved.

His position was blundered when the Dark Jedi gathered himself, still under Simon’s spell as he began to choke Zhea through the Force.

“No!”

Simon felt nauseous with fear rising through his core to see Zhea and her life within the grasp of this fiend. The Fallen Jedi made a simple demand: be free from Simon’s torment or Zhea would pay for his insolence. Simon had the power to destroy this pup and Sunwalker very well knew that. But it wasn’t worth it, nor would it ever be if Zhea was endangered. She was his foundation; he was loyal to her than any other principle in this Galaxy.

He released Kaleb from his torment, hoping the Dark Jedi would honor his word.

“Release her…and take your knowledge,” nothing was more important than seeing Zhea’s life safeguarded.

 

[Darth Ptolemis]

Closed: Välk

[ambience]

Looking around the derelict chamber, the Blasphemer suddenly felt something sinister. For the first time in decades, he sensed the oncoming storm of a thing most unholy… betrayal. The moment frozen still, it all clicked for him. The time has come.

"Yes, they are close." he said, his voice sinister as he stepped forward. "They were under your nose this entire time." From a leather pouch on his belt, he produced the red triangular shape of a Sith holocron. "So interesting that you couldn't sense them all the way here." he remarked, looking from it toward the Blasphemer. He returned the holocron to the pouch. "Turns out you aren't as powerful as you thought."

With every word Välk uttered, in his head, the drums of anger increased in volume, muting his rationality. Again, he clenched his bloodied fist. Damning himself, hating himself, the Blasphemer became acutely aware of the pain he had already endured on his way here. Has his apprentice orchestrated all this? To weaken him before luring him into his tomb, to his death? He took a step back. The ground began to shake, but this time, it wasn’t because of outside Forces. His eyes, like beams of laser, lit up with corrosive fury. Whatever lights existed in this space got even dimmer.

Thunderous lightning sprayed from Välk’s fingertips; having to raise both arms to combat it, Ptolemis slid back despite his firm stance as his black-tinted barrier almost cracked under the immense magnitude of his usurper’s power.

He did let up with one hand to remove his saber from his belt and igniting the crimson blade.

"Let's see what you can do, mortal."

Fighting against the mind-bending power of the otherworldly being that was the THUNDER itself before him, with two arms extended to hold back these rapids of electricity, Ptolemis’ barrier roared a bone-rattling bass with each explosion of light. He grit his teeth as his humiliation settled in his mind; mental images of his master, his past, and his future all looked down at him, laughing at the fool that he was. His legs struggling to keep him upright against this tempest, spasms licking at his muscles, the fire of their passion grew stronger until it came to a tipping point.

After attempting to snuff out the onslaught of lightning with a devastating push, a thousand voices climbed from the throat of the Blasphemer of Fondor to utter his unholy decree: DIE BY MY HAND!

Igniting his lightsaber, driven by a lust for murder, he attempts to assault his usurper with a flurry of slashes, leaving many openings, sacrificing even his sanity in order to devour.
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[Gatz Derrevar]

Ship: The Red Night
Equipment: Outfit | Lightsaber
Tag: Adeline Noctua Raphael Gallustrade

His assault on Adeline wasn't effective, all things considered. The shrapnel that had imbedded itself in him wasn't much more than a bunch of beestings to her. Gatz hadn't realized how thick her hide was in this form. But that was fine. Bleeding body or not, he was just getting started. The Force flowed through him as if it was a copper wire attached to a lightning rod, fueling him and making him capable of far more than he had ever dreamed.

But how long was that going to last? Gatz knew he couldn't dawdle. His next step was to simply draw his lightsaber once more... only for Raphael to have an idea of his own.

That the man could be down an arm, literally bleeding out, and still have the rationality to come up with this idea was impressive. That he could focus enough to pull it off was even more so. And the man might be right: Adeline, so far, was some untouchable Sith god. They had, literally, been entirely ineffective against her. Even the single hit Raph had gotten off on her had only convinced her to transform.

So Gatz helped him out, strength in the Force reaching to the ceiling above them, gripping it...

And pulling it all down on top of them, in a menagerie of brick, mortal, marble, and steel.

 

[Amani Serys]

Eloise Dinn - Darth Vinaze​

The Sith Lord deflected the lightning himself, this time simply ricocheting it upward into the ceiling. It broke apart the duracrete, and sent it crumbling down onto Amani. She raised her hands at the last moment, slowing their descent just enough to stop herself from being buried. As it hung precarious over her head, she felt the chill of darkness as Eloise sprang upon Sorren like a predator smelling blood. The dark apprentice was too weak to withstand her flurry of strikes, and succumbed to several decisive slashes in mere moments.

Amani was taken aback by the sight. Dispatching a threat wasn't a banned action for the Jedi, but Eloise had done so in rage. The thought of what she could be, if she let that darkness subsume her, reemerged. More than that, the Sith had seen it too. Amani feared the worst, that he might try to sway her or even take her himself. In a moment of desperation she repelled the debris still looming over her with a burst of energy. But no sooner had she done that, had Vinaze disappeared in a gout of smoke. The Jedi were left with nothing but the bodies of the slain, and a front row view to the chaos unfolding across the city.

Amani quickly approached her padawan to make sure she was alright, or at the very least, out of her instinctual fury. Her gaze then turned to what remained of the skyline beyond. "…We need to go," Was all she said for now, an unspoken 'we'll talk about this later' hung palpably in the silence. She activated an emergency transponder on her wrist, and awaited the arriving medical ship...

Exit Post​

 

[Zhea Nox]

ECLIPSE
ARCHIVES | CORUSCANT
ALLIES: Simon Meinrad
ENEMIES: DE
ENGAGING: Kaleb Sunwalker

ALL THE KING'S HORSES​

"Zhea, step aside. Now!"

She flinched away as if he had physically struck her. Never before, even when they were on opposing sides, did he ever speak to her with such anger and venom. It tore her apart inside to see how instantaneous the Dark-induced change was.

She just wanted to turn away from him when a great force closed around her throat. With every heartbeat, the hold tightened, cutting off her breath.

"RELEASE KALEB OR JEDI NOX DIES!!!"

She knew he would. Swaying him now would take substantial time - a luxury she didn't have anymore as she felt him slowly squeezing the life out of her.

She didn't even try to fight it, her will broken. Her eyes just found Simon's, the hurt and betrayal clear in the tear-filled sky-blue. She saw the struggle of thoughts flash across the face she knew like the back of her own hand. She saw how the Dark power vied for control over the man that held her heart and soul.

Who would emerge the victor?

Kaleb tightened his grip, her heels ever so slightly lifting from the ground. She could feel the welcoming arms of unconsciousness slowly starting to wrap around her. Hopefully she'll be blissfully unaware and out cold when he finally crushed her windpipe.

Just before the dark of unconsciousness took her, Simon's fear-filled voice echoed in her ears.

"Release her…and take your knowledge,"

"N-no..." she choked out while trying to fight back the unconsciousness.

It worked for a moment before it fought back again, the edges of her vision starting to darken.

 

[Kaleb Sunwalker]

Location: Jedi Temple, Jedi Archives
Allies: DE
Enemies: GA, Simon Meinrad Zhea Nox

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Kaleb could feel the immense power of the dark side course through his veins. It was a liquid fire that he wished to keep feeding. It never felt more alive until this moment. The bleeding of his lightsaber, the life of Jedi Master Zhea Nox within his very grasp. Oh how the Emperor would reward him for the death of a Jedi Master and the bleeding of his crystal. With all of this he would have passed Fossk's little tests to earn the right to become Sith. To emerge from the gutter and rise leagues above the Dark Side Elite. He could see the very future hang in the balance with Nox's life in his grasp. He gritted his teeth, the snarling scowl still remained. When the duel began was Kaleb generous in his offer of surrender before Emperor Fossk himself and they wouldn't die. Now..... Now it had been far too late for such generosities to be made again at this point.

The Dark Jedi would slowly apply more pressure to his hold. His index and his thumb behaved like two pincers squeezing invisibly around Nox's throat. The more he would close the two fingers ever so slightly, he could hear Nox's pained gasps for air. How she tried to resist, but the more she struggled did Kaleb revel in his sadism by squeezing his fingers again. He could feel his head still throbbing, as if his brain was ready to bash through his skull. Slowly did he start to feel the pain lesson. His fiery gaze moved over to the old man. He sensed his fear, his worry for Nox. He should have learned that such attachments were a weakness. Now the love they shared would be their undoing in the face of real power. What he thought of as a strength would he learn that is a hinderence to both himself and the Kiffar woman he held within his grasp.

“Release her…and take your knowledge,”

Was the old man serious? He wanted to trade Master Nox's life for the Jedi Archives. Kaleb raised an eyebrow skeptical of the man. An Imperial Knight who used the dark side, who loved this Jedi now was offering all the knowledge the New Jedi Order had to offer. What Sunwalker had long sought after, and now this old man was willing to throw away his mission for something as useless as love. At first he had the urge to question the old man, the man who seemed ready to destroy the Archives was giving it all to him. Just for this one life.

"N-no..."

"Quiet!" Kaleb would spat out venomously while squeezing his fingers in a pincer again, tightening his grip on her windpipe to try and silence her. Just enough so Kaleb could ponder the old man's offer. He had limited options, for he could just kill the woman and capture the old man. Let him suffer the folly of his love for Nox. He could kill them both right now, perhaps sending a few holobook cases crashing on them both. Let them share such love in death. Then Kaleb saw it. Out of the corner of his eye did he see his lightsaber on the ground, the old man hadn't noticed it but it was behind him. Kaleb knew what to do.

The Fallen Jedi looked to the old man, letting him know that he was mulling the offer over, while with his free hand he started to grip his lightsaber. Slowly with his gloved hand kept to his side did he slowly start to move the hilt, angling it in the direction of the old man. Kaleb's burning gaze slowly softened along with his grip on Nox's throat. Slowly he started to release the pressure on her throat, watching her start to descend back to the ground before releasing his hold on her completely.

"Kaleb is a man of his word," he said the tone of his voice showed his utmost sincerity. Then with the closing of his right hand did his lightsaber start to launch from behind the old man. It's nascent crimson blade coming to life with a snap-hiss. The saber flying in a spinning arc was aimed right for the old man's head. He hoped to kill him right then and there, having other uses for Nox, he did say he was a man of his word, but said nothing of sparing the old Imp Knight.

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio

Location | Jedi Temple Undercroft

Tag | Gatz Derrevar Raphael Gallustrade

Her eye focuses on Gatz, almost squinting as she studied what was going on. Her senses, her hunger.. This was a different man compared to who was standing within that very spot mere moments ago, unsure what was going on the monster slows her advance, cautious as ever thanks to the strange sensation at hand.

Suddenly, she stops right within her tracks as the dark aura that had been choking the light around the area suddenly vanished.

For as trained as she was, as fast or as strong.. Adeline could commit the same mistakes as any other being. One such mistake was having her attention taken by the sudden change around her, being caught off guard as heavy slabs of stone were ripped down from the ceiling above.

In a panic she tried to slip away, only to be caught within the crushing blow.

The weight and force from it strong enough to keep her down for now...

From within that pile of stone, one could see blackened blood begin to puddle out in strands. Her twisted aura had faded, the heat of rage no longer polluting the air around them, the monster was either dead or knocked out.

Above the two now was an opening, new light shining down into the once blackened abyss they were lost in. And with the previous way out in ruin, they would need to ascend the rubble to escape.

Albeit, said escape was into the warzone...

As they would ascend into the light, a glint of darkness would confirm that the vampire was still alive. An opening in the rubble allowing the two to see that she was very much still alive. Recovering, and now no longer a huge monster... The woman would climb out from the bottom of the rubble as the two had made it to the top.

She said nothing for a time, watching the both of them while popping some bones back into place. It was easy to see that her body was badly broken and shattered, and yet she didn't seem to acknowledge the pain from an outside view.

"Till next we meet, I look forward to that visit dear."

Adeline jests before hobbling over to a darker corner, not chasing after the pair.. Today was enough, she needed some food and rest time.





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[Eloise Dinn]

"Let the hate flow through you, Padawan. It is all that keeps you alive, that will ever keep you alive. Heed such, and you will do just fine."

Having said that, the Dark Lord of the Sith skedaddled away. Deep in a barbaric rage, Eloise roared something not fit for print and nearly chased after him through the black fog. Alas, her injuries finally caught up with her and she collapsed amid the carnage.

FIN

Amani Serys Darth Vinaze​

 

[Simon Meinrad]

C A V A L I E R
CORUSCANT | JEDI TEMPLE
ALLIES | Zhea Nox
ENEMIES | Dark Empire | Kaleb Sunwalker

LAPSUS​

He expected the Dark Side Elite to cheat. It was in the nature for scum such as him to do so. Just as the Fallen Jedi consider his options, so did Simon. Figuring out the best move to both save Zhea and attack the dark assailant. He could see faint visions of multiple possibilities.

Some he prevailed.

Others he failed.

The most haunting premonitions were the ones of Zhea’s death. The hint of that possible future pained his heart with anxiety taking hold over his body.

Sunwalker finally made his decision. He would honor his word, but his actions triggered one of the many premonitions Simon witnessed. He reacted, although it was too late to completely avoid the lightsaber as its blade tore off his left earlobe and left a small scar on his cheek. The pain was sharp, staggering to his knees.

ARRGH!

Even in pain he was still determined as his hand released light to temporary blind Kaleb; however, Zhea would be collateral for his this sudden tactic of his. With a stunned Sunwalker it would give him the opening to unleash a blast towards the young man. Enough power to throw the Dark Side Elite far away from him and Zhea, hoping to make him unconscious to grant a window of escape for Simon and his beloved.