Conquest of Alderaan [One Sith vs Republic]

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Palace Steps
Enemies: [member="Darth Junra"], [member="Sciath"], [member="Darth Nexus"], [member="Darth Odium"], [member="Quinn Vos"]
Allies: [member="Tracyn"]

For one moment, Ryan hung suspended in mid-leap. For one moment, time stood still. Then the air exploded. The cataclysmic roar drowned out all else, leaving a ringing in his ears. Bits of rubble rained down, cutting across his face and blinding his right eye with flecks of dust. He did not look at the palace, nor did he hear Daella's words amidst the white noise. He knew the palace was in ruins. He knew he'd failed. Again.

Failure was nothing new to him. He'd failed to protect his padawan friends upon Ossus, when a lone Sith had slaughtered them. He'd failed to be there for his father when he was taken ill. He'd failed to save the others enslaved by the Vong when he escaped. He'd failed to stop the Sith from blowing up the Temple. The list ran on, long and full of his shortcomings. Yet all the misery and regret in the galaxy would not undo those failures. He did not know how to prevent them in the future. He was weak. He was mortal. And he would fail again. The only thing that mattered now was that he kept fighting.

Marcello had stopped. Vulpesen had stopped. Aaralyn had stopped.

I am not them. I will not yield. Come on darkness and death, come sorrow and agony, my old friends. Come and take me, if you can.

A single grey eye watched as time resumed with rapidity, as if to make up for its brief excursion. His other eye was clenched tight against the pain of dust and the blood leaking from cuts on brow and cheek which dripped scarlet ichor. He only needed one eye to witness twin crimson blades shearing toward him, one for the leg and the other for his chest. Yes, one eye would be enough.

The thrust took him in the lamellar plates over his chest, made of synthmesh, while the slash at his leg battered into the durasteel greave. Both synthmesh and durasteel had one thing in common. Cortosis weave.

Sciath's blades would be simultaneously shorted out, unless they lacked dimetris circuits. The red-head's kick would catch the Fallen in the face. But the Jedi twisted in the air to turn one blow into two with lightning swiftness. He brought his blue lightsaber down in conjunction with the kick and straight toward the Sith's arm, which was outstretched in a thrust and thus vulnerable. Due to the speed and near weightlessness of the lightsaber that blow would land first, then the kick. This all happened in the blink of an eye. Unless the ability of this Sith Knight exceeded that of Ryan's by a great margin there would be no time to prepare a Force Push.

Bleeding, near-sightless, the failure of a Jedi still fought.

I am stone. Stones do not yield.

 

[The End Narrator]

[member="Darth Acarus"]

"Negative, Colonel," Kiyron rasped through the comm, "Engage all Sith forces at the library." He paused, and then added, "If you have any artillery, have it launch strikes there as well. Havoc out." He slumped back down to the ground as the Sith staggered back in pain and rage. Starstuff. That would make the situation worse. He groped out and grabbed a fallen soldier's slugthrower and wrapped his hand around the grip, every movement sending searing pain through his body. He angled it up, calculating the trajectory from the side, aiming for the sword wound as his helmet began to crumple around pinching the back of his head and narrowing his field of vision. He squeezed the trigger, nearly blacking out as the recoil jammed his wrist back. He forced it back down, bones clicking in his wrist, and squeezed the trigger again, holding it as it started flying upwards.

Something rumbled off in the distance and he could hear the engines and treads of the Reliant-class tanks arriving, though compared to whatever creature the Sith had now, it was like a scene from an old holovid as the tanks trundled up to face a monster far larger than them. If anyone survived this nightmare, it might end up being made into a movie. Attack of the 50 Foot Sith Monster or something like that.

Hopefully they wouldn't run him over. That would be unfortunate.

"Roger, call for fire received."

"Grid Mike Bravo Six-Niner-Seven-Eight, Niner-Eight-Seven-One." The coordinates would come back confirmed by forward observers left in the battlefield and the batteries remaining in the mountains would begin firing steel rain down upon the remnants of the Library. Cannon fire after cannon fire would boom from various points of the mountain as the Alderaanian Reserve Forces continued their fight from afar.

 

[Camellia Swift]

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[Darth Odium]

Location: Approaching the Palace ruins
Objective: Make Lasting Enemies
Allies: [member="Quinn Vos"] [member="Darth Junra"]
Enemy: [member="Ryan Korr"] "The Dragon Reborn"

Odium's crimson lightsaber staff was ignited on one end as he walked toward the battle. His mind intent on more than just killing a Jedi or breaking the republic but on a cause greater than those but to create the bigger picture one needed to put all the pieces in place. He brushed a hand against the bone fetish necklace he wore and drew on it with the force. Then he reached into his satchel for a dagger and bound to it a spirit.

He would have to get close but soon he would give the Jedi something to remember him by and a payment for the foot.

<<I said I'd find you.>> Odium sent across the expanse, <<You'll never escape me boy.>>

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

It seemed the Knight [member="Tracyn"] would wait, and with that. Nexus almost scoffed, and took a few feet forward. Swinging his blade with huge momentum into the blade of the Knight, even without the Force. Time moved so much slower in Nexus' mind, he just thought faster. His augmented abilities gave him a massive advantage, and his physical strength was unparalleled. Even before he had begun to use Cardio Muscular Packages he had fought a tarentatek in hand to hand combat and finished it off with a saber strike to the brain. Unless the Knight was capable of putting significant amounts of force energy into augmenting his strength to parry the blow, the pure momentum could possibly shatter bone and had done so to many who had thought it wise to test the Void's strength.

Other than that, it was a simple one handed move that did not require a high level of energy and the blade itself was easily retractable if Tracyn would attempt to dodge another blow, but the Sith was certain he could keep going for much longer than this, Jedi Knight of the republic.

 

[Fadeyka]

Location: Remains of the medcenter
Allies: Jedi and Republic
Enemies: [member="Darth Veles"]

How could this had happen so fast to a world so grand. These sith are so evil to do this to these people all was nothing but slaves now to what. She wouldn't end as a mindless one. Heard so many story. Finding herself unable to not hear the cries all around her. Finding herself dropping to her knees to a wound body to cheek for signs of life. Feeling nothing at all above her.

 

[Alan]

Parrying. What an arbitrary concept in fights against someone bigger. Tracyn just stepped backwards, and deactivated his blade. And then, shot his hand forward as the blade inevitably went to the side. And so, [member="Darth Nexus"] would pay the ultimate price for letting Tracyn do what he did best- use Force Burst. The Force Burst was quick, and would be devastating upon impact. Deflection, was going to be hard for the imposing mass of cybernetics and armor, thanks to his moreso focus on the abilities of fighting rather than the force-based aspects of combat.

It sped towards him, him, specifically. Tracyn aimed straight for his chest, but not a general impact. He went to slam it into him, the green hued, semi-transparent energy beaming towards the former Jedi known as Astrian Callus.

"Such strength, yet such lack of discipline."

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Tracyn was smart, smarter than most and clearly more capable than many sith or jedi he had fought before. But, he cared little for it. He would fall like the rest, but Nexus would have to rethink his tactics. Tracyn took little more than a moment to unleash a Force Blast, a powerful force attack that Nexus was capable of bringing up his body to the side, the right hand side of his waist taking the damage and causing Nexus to stumble and fall to one knee, but was quick to ignore the pain and was half standing up, hunched over a little. "You would not dare cross blades with me. You are no fool @Tracyn." He complimented his opponent, as it was deserving. Few had lasted this long against him, but this was a battle of intelligent and wasn't in the heat of war. But, Nexus wasn't pushing hard, not yet. His general force barrier, his force capabilities allowed the Force Burst to crumble down into a bruise. However, if he had more time a well placed Force Shield would have deflected the attack. He would note that for next time, if there was one.

Nexus took one huge steps forward, allowing the force to run through him. His body shooting forward at blinding speed, his free right arm outstretched and a powerful Force Wave erected from beneath the Knight's feat, like a small hurricane. It would rip clothing and bruise skin, but it was merely to hold. Nexus had a master level of control over his telekinetic abilities and had apex level reflexes and speed. The force would ensure his victory, he would kill Tracyn.

 

[Alan]

Beeline movement. Explosion of movement. Tracyn frowned. He was fighting like a Rancor. When he needed to be fighting like a dancer. After all, that's what this was- a dance. Tracyn thumbed the activation on his blade, and let the Solari Crystal do it's work. It glowed, with an orange hue. He had received it from [member="Ermac Laith"], and, being so close to [member="Darth Nexus"], would make him probably at least feel the presence of an overwhelming lightside nature. At the very least, Tracyn hoped to chip away at the Sith.

Tracyn felt the blast under him, as he leaped upwards and over the Sith, his lightsaber moving like a fan. His elbows tucked inwards, his blade went to deflect any attack by the man's hand or blade, while his feet, expertly trained in Teras Kasi, went to simply scuff the man's forehead with his durasteel foot. More alone the lines of 'try again' than 'I'm going to hurt you'. Tracyn, had barely spent any real energy, and was constantly being rejuvenated by the Alderaan nexus, and the amulet of Tel'ra.

"You seem a familiar presence."

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

The Knight continued to evade every attack that Nexus could throw at him. But, instead of attempting to strike again. Nexus ducked down, avoiding the Knight and his feet by mere inches, turning around and falling on his leg to support his body as he stood, slanted on part of the ripped up ground. Then, he reached out again. Attempting to catch the Knight in the air as he was busy with his fancy movements. Then, as he attempted to wrap his telekinetic grip around [member="Tracyn"] he could feel the presence of the lightsider, but it did little to distract him. It was a telepathic attack, and he was an epicanthix. He could feel it, but it proved not to bother him as much as the Knight would have likely hoped. However, Nexus had been trained to survive for hours of rigorous combat. But, something was off about the Knight, like he was constantly being replenished. He scanned the man's body mid flight, finding nothing.

If his suspicions were correct, it would only be a matter of time before Nexus found and destroyed what was replenishing his energy, took out the Jedi with a lethal blow, or was simply exhausted from unending combat. But, he was certain even this invasion would be over and more sith would be on Tracyn before that happened.

 

[Soeht]

Location: Aldera Royal Palace, Aldera City
Objective: Destroy the will of all that oppose the Dark Lord
Allies: [member="Cale Gunderson"], [member="Arturious Engel"], [member="Darth Nexus"], [member=Sciath], [member="Darth Helios"], [member=Myr], [member="Darth Odium"], [member="Quinn Vos"]
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"], [member=Tracyn]
TBD: [member="Anastacia Fa'leen"]
Background Music:

Spoiler

http://youtu.be/3emzzO9iAco

As Darth [member="Sciath"] attacked [member="Ryan Korr"], Darth Junra observed the effect of the Jedi’s armor to Sciath’s lightsabers via Force Sight. She continued to “glare” at the silent Jedi as the injuries on his body began to pile up from the falling debris.

“Cortosis?” muttered Daella under her breath as if guessing the nature of Ryan’s armor. Her eyes began to crack open as she tightened her grip on her lightsaber.

Seeing Ryan Korr wind up for a potentially devastating attack against Sciath, Daella stepped forward to act. She threw her left arm forward and pointed it toward the Jedi. As her a hin of bright orange escaped the small crack of her eyelids, her influence in the dark side of the Force immediately began to act upon the Jedi. She then curled her fingers and pulled her hand back as if yanking something.

At that moment, a telekinetic noose would attempt to squeeze Ryan’s neck and pull the Jedi back to prevent his attack - or at least his lightsaber - from reaching Sciath. Daella’s move would have also had the potential of choking Ryan.

While Daella attempted this, her voice boomed out into the air for those around her to hear.

“Know this, Vahla!” she bellowed, “The Goddess has given unfathomable potential to you!”

It was as if Daella spoke as [member="Darth Isolda"]. In fact, as Daella had suggested, the Eye of the Dark Lord did inform Darth Junra of a particular Vahla Jedi with red hair and a jaded demeanor.

“That storm with your heart,” she continued, “Tap into it! Show me your true nature!”

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Medcenter remains
Enemies: [member="Fadeyka"]
Allies: Sith

As improbable as it was, his opponent dropped to her knees next to a body just as his blades moved to deliver a fatal blow into her chest. Veles frowned, he had not expected something like this to happen. Was the soldier a Force sensitive, or simply had a streak of luck? Whatver the case, the amphibian quickly lowered his invisible blades, now hovering above the woman's head. One of his large eyes shifted towards the body she checked, realizing this Havoc squad member had to be a medic, as nobody else would have bothered to check the for the injured. Nobody else from the infamous Havoc squad, anyway. Unfortunately for her, she still belonged into the band of misfits, criminals and killers, and therefore deserved to be judged as one.

Decloaking, the Mon Cal Sith revealed himself in front of the soldier out of nowhere, like a phantom, the burning plasma wielded by him prepared to swiftly end the woman if she moved. No longer he twisted sounds, the loving hum of his lightsabers could be heard. "Surrender," he ordered, his voice bearing thick Imperial accent, "And you will well treated as a prisoner of war. Or fight," both of his blades moved a centimeter closer to touch the helmet and start melting two holes into it, "Fight and I promise you a swift and painless death." There was no trace of ill will or anger in his tone, just a simple statement he meant seriously. If she raised her weapon, attempted to fight back, anything else than saying she surrenders, Veles would end her life, just as he said.

 

[Fadeyka]

Location: Medcenter
Enemies:[member="Darth Veles"]
​Allies: Republic

Chills went up and down her spine as she saw now the blades along with the welder of them. Stone cold in her eyes behind her helmet. Heard the accent had she stop her breathing in these few second. "I ...I ...no move.." all the words that came out of her mouth. For the time the one on the ground wouldn't be worried about only that keeping her head of hers. [SIZE=13.63636302948px] Doing what told of her very quickly she dropped the weapon to her side. "Weapon ...is... out..drop...to " [/SIZE]

Knowing the next thing would be to undo her helmet showing her face. The first thing if that happen would be her glowing orange eyes of her. The skin of that had the markings on both cheeks and her forehead to her chin. Knowing that she didn't need to try talk reason to this one she was already at a disadvantage with her skills. Advance training she had yes but that was all in the medical field most of her unique geometrically repeated tattoo.

Coming to think that those that knew of the Mirialan race even with out the force knew that they would be very fast quick on there feet with their flexibility. Today wouldn't be a day she would test if this was right or not. If it was a different day maybe.

 

[Arturious Engel]

Objective: Palace
Location: Palace nearby Darth Junra
Allies: [member="Darth Junra"] [member="Cale Gunderson"] [member="Darth Nexus"] [member="Sciath"] [member="Darth Helios"] [member="Myr"] [member="Darth Odium"] [member="Quinn Vos"]
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Tracyn"]
TBD: [member="Anastacia Fa'leen"]


Arturious slips up net to Darth Junra watching Sciath fight a Jedi with a smile on his face his saber still ignited when the woman speaks this Lady Panteer. Arturious half turns to the woman motioning towards Darth Junra.

"You want to speak to someone, you want to plead for your people." "Plead to her but choose your words carefully has she will not be as.........."

Arturious pauses turning back to the fight for a moment before finishing.

"........ well frankly she may just kill you for even speaking at all."

Arturious smirks before addressing Darth Junra

"My Lady additional troops have arrived to finish securing the objective." "What are you orders........by the way the prisoner fancies herself a noble and wishes an audience." "If anything else it should be entertaining to hear."

 

[Darth Isolda]

Location: Outskirts of the City
Objective: Hang with Kaine and trade Pocket Sith cards
Allies: Darth Vornskr @Darth Hautruss
Enemies: The Republic and the foos that serve them | [member="Talon Vosra"] | [member="Spencer Jacobs"]
Music: Mordor theme - Lord of the Rings -- Because it’s an epic theme.

A throaty chuckle would bubble forth from that delicate neck as Darth Isolda would swivel her head to meet the gaze of the God-King.

“He entertains me, brother.” she would confess, inclining her head in greeting. “You honor us with your presence.” would come her purr, as a hand would extend out towards him, admiring his stately garb. The Sith Lord was anything but ordinary, and his high born demeanor made that clear. Yess… there was an aura of destiny about him.

The Goddess is pleased.

“I do enjoy companionship,” she’d say, panning her gaze back to the distant blazing of smoke cones as the spirals of Aldera’s city would fall.

“Especially for a sight so beatific as this.” her chin would rise, dark kohl lined eyes widening in pleasure as strands of ebony would lift from her pale face with the cooling breeze.

“With every planet we take we spread the word of the Dark Lord. Of his plan. Of Fate.

With every Republic soldier that is struck down we grow stronger,” there was such conviction in her voice. “And with every seed of the Dark Plague I spread to the Jedi that causes them to fall, we grow absolute.

Their weak shall be culled -- and reborn. Tempered by the fire and sharpened with our blades.

Our time is upon us, brother.” the distant flicker of fires would reflect upon those silver eyes.

“Our hour is upon us. Our Victory. “

Her hand would then extend out towards the city, to where she would feel the Zelosian Jedi in the throes of his confusion. He had been shielded momentarily by another. One whose power and strength would dance with a notable flavor.

“Well well… what have we here? “ her head would cant slightly to the side. “Ahh… the Queen.” It was not that of Aldera she spoke, but another Queen -- with blonde locks and hazel eyes a hue reminiscent of twin suns. A face well known throughout the galaxy.

“The Chosen one has decide to grace us with her presence.” she’d inform Kaine, “Spencer Jacobs.”

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Medcenter remains
Enemies: [member="Fadeyka"]
Allies: Sith

His crimson blades no longer continued to burn two smoking holes into her helmet, as he took a short step back and drew the plasma beams further away from the woman, allowing her to drop her weapon, which fell into the dust and rubble with a metallic thud. Still, the Sith Master remained cautious, considering her to be armed the moment the soldier's hands started removing the helmet, revealing her species to be the Mirialan. Upon a brief observation, the amphibious Sith deemed her to be a fairly typical member of the race, green skin and tattoos in her face. Veles' mind as well as his webbed hands ready to telekinetically grab the trroper's helmet in case she had gotten the idea to toss it at him in an attempt to distract him. Needless to say, such a thing would have ended very badly for her. Luckily, it seemed the soldier realized it as well and chose to comply.

The tips of both searing blades remained pointed at her chest, ready to kiss her body and send the Mirialan's consciousness to the void if she wanted to be a hero. On of his large amber eyes remained fixed atthe woman while the other swiveled to glance at the Sith troopers that have been setting up a field hospital as [member="Darth Banshee"] ordered. The hospital itself was near Lady Banshee's ship, guarded by a few hundreds of soldiers. With the medcenter in ruins, it was the only place around that offered a chance of medical treatment to the wounded. Obviously, they needed every being with some medical knowledge to help them treat the wounded. As the orb looked back at the woman, his stern gaze piercing her head and almost burning two holes as lightsabers would, he spoke again, his tone firm and showing no will to compromise. She was an enemy, but also possessed the medical knowledge they desperately needed.

"Take off your armor," ordered the Mon Calamari calmly and turned his head towards the soldiers helping to build the hospital, keeping one eye on the prisoner. "Two men, to me!" His voice boomed over the battlefield that grew significantly more silent than several minutes before, most fights slowly dying out as the One Sith swept over the Republic forces.

Two soldiers immediately made their way towards the Sith Master, who turned to the Mirialan again, ignoring the two armored figures who raised their weapons at the female Havoc trooper. "You will be searched, then go to our field hospital with these two gentlebeings and help the wounded soldiers and civilians. As long as you behave well and do your duty to the injured patients, you will be treated as one of our own doctors. Try to run or do something else that goes against being a prisoner of war and I will execute all wounded Republic soldiers. Do you understand?"

Nodding at the two, he issued one more command. "Search her."

 

[Saki]

LOCATION: Inside Sparkles
OBJECTIVE: Get out of the Worm
ALLIES: Jedi/Republic
ENEMIES: One Sith

Oh this place was still a hell hole even as she went deeper into the belly of the beast and was using the lights of her datapad to move. Feeling the world with the force was a strange thing as she moved finding another pulse and slashing at it. Her body being held by the whip and her grip this time around staying true. She had to get out of here as she could feel the battle raging on outside... of this massive worm. She could feel the darkness and the vibrations as the worm went to work and attacked the university. Her snarl as more blood gushed out in the dark messing with the illumination was loud.

Then she was pulling herself up, she had sliced two sections of artery, not enough to fully kill it as the blood pumping indicated but the heavier thumps brought her attention around to the now empty vein she could climb in and get herself closer to the skin. The segment of worm while she crawled through making her want to vomit while she kept the holographic display on and crawled along the slick surface. "I am never going to get this smell out of my hair." A small thing but it was keeping her from losing her mind focusing on the small stuff, on the little problems that took away from being trapped in a giant worm.

She debated what she was going to do as she came to the middle and sat there for a time, breathing through her mouth gulps of air before she took her saber off her hip, the clasp releasing. A snap hiss as the pale purple blade came into focus slicing into the creature, Saki could hear it now, louder sounds while she dug her heels in and pressed against the fleshy tube. The saber digging in and more blood or other liquids gushing over her with soupy consistency until she felt less resistance and more fresh air. The worm for the moment was above ground which was good.

It meant as Saki deactivated the saber and pushed herself forward grabbing the hide of the creature and getting as small as she could in the armor before squeezing herself out. The feeling was like going through one of those jeffries tubes on a ship she was not liking the squeezing but that first gulp of fresh air as her face hit the university rubble was worth it. She took in huge gulps and fell over onto the rubble while looking around and for the moment just speaking into her comlink... let alone glad she still had a comlink. Soon... soon it would be time to run as she spoke.

"Command.... anyone... I.... I don't even know where to begin.... I..... oh god I'm coughing up blood and stuff that isn't even mine. Is there anything in the area of the university still around?" She was moving now and standing up coughing still while turning around and looking fully at the size of the creature. Not wanting to go through that again, fighting a sith sure, surviving and fighting out of a giant worm.... No never again she was done and fell over a little with a stumble while she tried navigating the ruins. The vibrations there but she needed to do something while the sounds of soldiers came.

 

[Veino Garn]

Location: Outside the university archives
Objective: Rescue [member="Niamh Raste"] and companion
Allies: [member="Saki"] [member="Niamh Raste"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Janus"] [member="Darth Astraios"] [member="Hion the Herglic"] inside the buiding, [member="Darth Hauntruss"] on the other side of the building, potentially [member="Darth Tsolan"]
Frenemy: [member="Alexandra Cinthra"]
Emotional State: Image

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Veino caught the gist of Alexandra's words and turned back briefly, face falling and shoulders slumped, almost like a kicked puppy. A light seemed to die in his eyes at his words, and he gave her a sad smile before turning to head into the oncoming storm of debris and laser fire, lightsaber flashing upwards to deflect the blaster bolts back at them, but his heart wasn't quite in it. His mind was begging to go back and find out why, but he forced it away, concentrating on the Force, not on the pain that twisted his insides. He had a duty to do. His hand shot up, sending a Force push towards the debris and beyond, aiming for the troopers.

Then something began whistling up above, and he glanced up to see a hail of silvery objects falling from the sky. Drop pods? Ship wreckage? Then the first one hit, exploding and showering its vicinity with shattered duracrete and metal splinters. No, artillery. It continued to rain down, many of them being eliminated by the defenses, but enough still landed, punching through the archive roof and sending the already sketchy building further towards its demise. Veino cursed. The Echani were in there now.

Then everything was ringing and he was surrounded by fragments, many of them shredding his clothes and biting into his skin before he brought up a Force shield. The blast still hurled him sideways, and he slammed into a duracrete block, falling beneath it. His mind swayed, confused and in shock. He could still make out some of the debris hurled by the Sith Lord heading towards Alexandra. He let the Force flow through him once more and sent another Force push towards, knocking it away from her. He lay back for a moment, stunned as artillery shells continued to fall down. Then there was another rumble, and another noise appeared. He heaved his head up to look. Republic armor had arrived, cannons pounding away and repeating blasters spraying the battlefield. An excellent distraction.

He hid his Force signature, becoming invisible to those who would seek him through the Force, and stumbled off towards the building. He had no desire to fight the Sith lord. That was not the goal. He was going to rescue the two crazy Echani. He crawled through the rubble, bleeding from countless small scrapes and ears still ringing. The battlefield was quieter that way, fortunately. There. A hole in the wall. He rose to a half-crouch and ran for it, ducking beneath blaster-fire and deactivated lightsaber in his hand as he was plunged into the darkened building. He paused, reaching out with the Force, trying to find them. There was a faint light-side signature across the building and below him. Were either of them Force sensitive? He didn't know. Either way, it was the best lead he had. He started down the hallway, staying in the shadows and dodging falling chunks of masonry.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Veino Garn "] [member="Darth Tsolan"]

Location: Following Veino Garn through the archives

Alexandra watched him turn and run into the archives and darted after him, she would not let another one, and worse yet a friend this time, die before her even if she had to knock him out herself to ensure that. Her body shot after him as she followed him, the sound of Republic armor incoming and a shot that nearly hit her as debris and shrapnel shredded through her robes, the only indication of a non vital organ being hit was that it had impacted into her armor rather than into her body. Her mind didn't stop her though and while her non vital areas were protected a thing trail of blood started to flow from her left arm, a piece of metal having imbedded itself in her shoulder as she pushed into the hole and looked around. "Veino, Stop now, you need to leave, not go deeper into battle." She held her blade only very lightly, the red stain clear now as it showed on what little robe was left after nearly being hit.

 

[Taral Mirtis]

Location: Royal Palace
Allies: [member="Darth Junra"], [member="Sciath"], [member="Arturious Engel"], [member="Darth Odium"]. [member="Quinn Vos"], [member="Darth Nexus"]
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Tracyn"]

Taral strolled through the Palace courtyard as the ground began to shake, and part of the palace collapsed upon itself. Smiling, Taral continued his stroll. There was little resistance anymore, the Sith were easily eliminating or capturing all who stood in their way. Taral walked slowly until he came upon two fighting and the demon stopped. His sword rested lightly on his shoulder as he watched [member="Darth Nexus"] and [member="Tracyn"] fight, and turned his head to see another duel underway. The second one seemed to be handled, as [member="Sciath"] fought [member="Ryan Korr"], and [member="Darth Junra"] stood nearby, watching and taunting.

Taral turned his fiery gaze back to Darth Nexus and the Jedi as they fought. It would ruin the fun to join in the fight, and completely overpower the Jedi, but this was war, not fun, and sometimes war required underhanded methods. "This world has fallen, Jedi. Surrender. We both fight for peace. Accept that and let us bring Order back to Alderaan."