Public Crisis on Cato Neimoidia | ATTN: Jedi

[Kyrel Ren]

The Master of Ren felt absolute in his power, and while the brutal beating he gave to the woman he long sought was not the limit of his powers. He just wanted to relish his fists against her pretty face and if it wasn’t for the dyad perhaps he would nibble on her. Her saber was still lodged in him, and as she recovered by jumping over him, her remark about purging him made him laugh. She didn’t know how complicated his being was, and on this day would be all the more glad to show her.

Before he could even go on another assault of brutality, before he could even move he felt something stop him. He couldn’t move, as if he felt the Force grip the entirety of him. Not just him but of his slain men as well. He wanted to laugh as he felt his own freeze technique used against him, and now he could hardly move. What happened next did nothing but make the dead man form a twisted smile as he saw the woman now unleash a torrent of light against him. It was harsh, blinding and of course very painful.

He screamed out at the harsh light. His armor torn to shreds after withstanding most of the blast. His death mask ripped off and now his stitched up bloody face was shown to his adversary. All the while he couldn’t move, and waited for it to end. He chuckled slightly examining his wounds and the torrent of black goo exiting from his body. “Now that really hurt… I almost forgot…” He laughed a little more as then underneath two massive arms, he started to show the depths of his monstrosity. Underneath his arms, two more painfully separated from his first two, one pulling her own blade from his chest, while the other reignited Vaders Bane. The drops of blood coming from him down to his dead soldiers, slowly the black goo made them rise. Those that were cut down now emerged as necrotic vessels of primal instinct.

A loud screech came from one of them before they charged again at the man. Kyrel’s main focus once more on Valery. “Behold the depths of my depravity.” He said with a wicked grin his deformed face could muster. Next he opened his jaw a little more and shot out yet another weapon. A long tongue with a three meter range. Wrapping the tongue around her torso as if attempting to pull her apart, the tongue not only acted razor sharp but the saliva itself functioned like the black goo, attempting to shred through her clothing.

Valery Noble
Kahlil Noble

 

[Valery Noble]

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Location: Cato Neimoidia​

Objective: Head of the Snake​

Valery: Appearance​

Outfit: Factory Link​

Lightsabers: Link!​

Tag: Kahlil Noble Kyrel Ren | Closed​

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The combination worked.​

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With Kahlil manipulating gravity, the Master of Ren was stunned long enough for her to get a position behind him. The intense Force Light that followed obliterated much of his infused armor, stripped him of his mask, and burned away at his corrupted body. He was left a bloody mess and acknowledged the pain it caused moments later. But he was still standing, and the fight was far from over.​

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From underneath his arms, she watched two new arms grow and as one pulled at the lightsaber that remained stuck in his torso, the violet blade disengaged. The bond between Valery and her crystal repelled any Dark Sider from using the weapon, and she took this opportunity to swiftly summon it back into her hand while he recovered and replenished his troops.​

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"Kahlil!" she called out to alert him of the beasts that were coming up behind again. But as those words left her mouth, she felt a familiar pain firing up inside her. The parasite that had been targeting her for a while now found its strength in her exhaustion, and she stood frozen just a bit too long.​

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As her eyes fell on the Master of Ren, she felt her body stiffen. A long, razor-sharp tongue had wrapped around her torso, pinning her arms against her sides and tightening up to put her body under intense strain. With the black goo slowly burning through her clothing, and the tongue itself cutting her arms and body open, she let out a scream of agony.​

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The pain from his attack combined with what happened internally was almost crippling, and it echoed over to her fiancé.​

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I need to get out of here.​

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Unable to use her arms to cut herself free of his grip, she channeled the last bit of energy she had within herself and focused it on the beasts around them. Slowly, they began to levitate and with intense power, she slammed them all against the ground. Whether it took them all out or not didn't matter — she was moments from blacking out, and she had just bought Kahlil the time he needed to free her from the man's grip.​

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[Travot Ravenna]

No takers? Well, it was worth a shot. He nodded Dagos Terrek and pulled up his armor's bracer to his mouth and activated his comlink to the channel used by one of the Concord Defense Force's liaisons to the Order.

"This is Knight Ravenna, I am currently on the southbound train in the city. We have secured the bomb site, but we lack the skill to disarm the bomb itself. Can you route us a bomb disposal expert or demolition's specialist to assist?"

A few moments of almost agonizing silence set in. Travot wondered if his message went through, but then a calm and steady baritone voice began to flow through the speaker.

"A Skytrooper squad with a demo specialist is on their way. Should be arriving in a few minutes. May the Force be with you Jedi."

"And with you as well," replied Travot awkwardly.

Why do I always feel like I'm at a religious service when they say that? He turned his eyes onto the enemy soldiers as he walked to the train's door. Just got to make sure they behave....He whipped out his lightsaber and activated it once more before plunging it into the side of the train. He cut a rough but large hole, big enough for several people to easily pass through...or to toss out the bomb if need be. The wind entered in with a howl, but as the door fell, he found himself with a pleasantly surprising vista of the bridge city. Under other circumstances and with more safety features, it might have even been enjoyable. A few specks resolved themselves in the air into a handful of skytroopers. The whine of the armor's propulsion units filled the air before they landed in the train in ones and twos. Two of them almost immediately put themselves to guarding the prisoners, while the others secured the car's other entrances. Lastly, the demo specialist and what looked to be a sergeant landed and offered to the two jedi a brief salute before getting to work on the bomb itself.

 

[Briana Sal-Soren]

Themes: XoXo
Tag: Vizion Trozky , Justice Lesan , Darth Ptolemis Valery Noble

A dense darkness oozed into the atmosphere, growing with every passing second, a seizing sort of power that crawled with untold horrors as it neared. It had a foul stench to it as well, the stench of death.

Against her own volition, her body straightened, feeling an invisible talon scrape across her mind.

It was enough that Briana barely had time to react to the shockwave, meeting the blow by driving her lightsaber into the top of the car to keep herself from being thrown off, feet sliding backwards by several feet until she finally came to a stop.

He already had them on the defensive and if they were going to survive this, they needed to figure out a way to change that.

Briana stepped up from her crouch, noting that Vizion, Lossa, and Justice were still breathing, felt the light move in to banish that thick miasma.

No more dark foreboding in her head, just the voice of friends beside her. Because of them, there was no room for fear in her heart, only calm, determination… love.

But while it gave her courage, that alone would not see them survive this encounter.

Dislodging her lightsaber, sparks flew. “You know… you talk a big game,” she feigned disappointment, her tone less than impressed, goading. “but all I’ve seen so far are parlor tricks. There's still time to surrender if you're scared.” There was a real possibility she was trying to bide time, trying to think of what to do. What her next move would be.

Briana.

The voice was one she’d recognize from anywhere. Valery.

You must trust in yourself and the Force. You and your friend’s fates have become entwined, embrace the Force together as a whole. Let the light guide your path. Remember, a rope of three cords is difficult to break.

<Vizion… Justice…> using the individual bonds she'd formed with them, she projected to them each telepathically, her feet shifting to begin her charge forward, the light of the Force wrapping itself around her like a warm security blanket, launching her quickly forward and sliding to the Sith's side. Her palm flattened, manipulating the energies around them to send a strong Force Push directly into his chest, hoping to momentarily set him off balance and give them time. <We must concentrate our efforts, focus on the light and the combination of our energies merging together as one. A harmonic barrier to entrap him in.>

If they could accomplish this, together, they would become a barrier of pure light energies, the rock against which the surf of the dark tide broke. Mentally, she reached to form the link, hoping they would respond in kind.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Oh.

He really was a monster now. Kahlil grimaced as he felt a surge of the Dark behind him. He kept his attention on the Crimson still standing, forcing them to the ground under the invisible weight. All to keep Valery Noble free to fight against Kyrel Ren . Only something else happened. He blinked, glancing over his shoulder. Yeah. Monster. And it had Valery in it's grasp. He turned on a heel, abandoning what he'd been doing. His green blade flashed to life as he severed through the tongue binding Valery.

Then, through their bond, unleashed his own deterrent. A bright, blinding light. Not to purge, just to blind. Disorient. Enough that he could pick Valery up and leap towards the roof. Now was the time to escape, it seemed. The Nemodian's they helped, hopefully this would've bought them enough time to escape on their own. But Valery needed help and a quick escape.

 

[Darth Saevius]

Last Order​

Tags: Takui
Location: Takui’s location, Insertion Pod Location

As the explosions, gouts of flame, and molten slag sprayed indiscriminately around them both - Saevius was not focused on it all. Even as the bridge’s structural integrity was tested to its limit, and massive cracks began to manifest themselves betwixt their very own feet; the Sith Lord’s focus lay squarely upon the Jedi before his blade. This was not to say that he was completely oblivious to the increasingly dire situation they found themselves in. To the contrary, the former Sith Inquisitor was so in tune with the force, it was as if an extra sense which guided him in more ways that one without said connection could understand. As a child, when he took his first proverbial steps down the path of enlightenment and power; it all felt so new and strange to him; so intoxicating even.

Instead of having to think about every step, or every strike of the blade; his body soon grew to the keen mastery he now held wherein he simply knew where to step before the thought even krept into his mind. The closest example that even carried the slightest semblance of accuracy was as if a dancer instinctively knew what position they needed to be in once exiting a triple spin in the air. The amount of repetition and discipline required to do so would amount to the body moving as if it had a will of its own. To that point, Saevius had spent his entire life mastering saber combat, footwork, and technique. His body was as well honed and disciplined as many others before him. But with the force, it raised said mastery to a level that only intensified such control over ones’ body. The force guided him; flowed through him with the raw corruptive power of the dark side.

As the two men spun about, backs touching ever slightly until they squared off in front of each other yet again, their blades hissing angrily as they entwined. As Takui’s smile drew back into a sadder expression, the Sith Lord’s perception pricked him ever slightly. Was that... pity? The very thought was unthinkable to the Sith; he needed no one’s pity - least of all this pissant masquerading as a Jedi. Despite his usual coolness with which he carried himself even in the throes of combat, Saevius could feel his hackles rising. He was not one to lose control of himself, but he could feel his anger rising within him. Before long, he muscled his lightsaber into a quick redirection, breaking the lock which had bought the pair a few moments. His hand twisted upon his dual bladed saber, with a release clicking softly. The two halves separated into two, affording more freedom of motion as he renewed his assault against the Jedi.

His right-hand saber thrust forward into a vicious stab, with the left lightsaber, coming in from the opposing side in a subtler motion. The Jedi would notice a distinct difference in the Sith’s body language, but only slightly. Previously, Saevius appeared to be a predator playing with his food. Now, there was no mirth, nor any semblance of recreation in his movements. Instead, death was in his eyes. Cold, yet burning fury which would result in only one of them exiting this arena if the Sith had his way.

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[Vizion Trozky]

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LOCATION	EQUIPMENT	OUTFIT	THEMES	TAGS
On top of a train on Cato Neimoidia​	Two Lightsabers Golden-Bladed​	Jedi Robes Medium Armour​	Into The Fray​	Briana Sal-Soren Justice Lesan Darth Ptolemis ​

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He felt Lesan join them, but spared the younger man neither words nor a glance, as their adversary had begun its offense: delving first into the mind, which at first made Vizion grimace, then scowl as he forced the encroaching will out of his psyche, not unlike dropping the gate shut on a fortress. His master had prepared him in so many ways since he was a child to not be taken advantage of, and the second of these alerted him to the incoming hatch before it tore away from the railcar, the moment his mind was free of the assault.

There were a few options here, and he took the most advantageous and beneficial group, fully aware of the potential risks. Knight in all but rank - a delay at his own request - he vaulted into the air to put himself behind the Sith as Lesan began pouring out his light, and with mere milliseconds before the hatch door would have reached his position. He could hear Briana talk her own game - the girl had a mouth on her, and he’d heard far worse words pass through those lips - words distorted somewhat by the rush of air as he altered his position mid-air and landed with a controlled thud some feet away from the Sith, facing its back.

It was then that far less derisive words seeped into his mind, and he welcomed the connection, < Clever girl, > he appraised through their bond; he refocused on their enemy, and began to draw on the purest thread of his power, entwining warmly and strongly with that of his friends’, bolstering them, as he trained that searing pressure, the same Light, on the Dark One.

“Tell me when it hurts, filth.”

Not too unlike his father, was he… and he knew when and how to use it. One of many tools on his belt.

 

[Darth Ptolemis]

Objective II: End of an Era

Allies: Dimitri Voltura & ALL SITH.
Enemies: ALL JEDI.
Engaging: Briana Sal-Soren Vizion Trozky Justice Lesan Lossa Aureus
Equipment: In bio.

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The heavy piece of metal hurtling through the air had been avoided at the last second by the golden Jedi and disappeared into the deep valleys as the tram followed the rails' curvature.

The golden warrior landed behind him from his soaring jump. The cerulean beauty carved up a section of the railcar only to grind herself to a halt. Molten sparks ripped through the air. In the meantime, a third Jedi caught up with and joined their assault team. Beneath his metallic façade, eerily enough, the corrupted Fondorian smiled upon witnessing their growing numbers. 'Their odds did improve.' He thought. The Masked One raised his saber in anticipation and stopped; a first sign of respect, or at least consideration, from the emotionless entity.

“You know… you talk a big game,” she feigned disappointment, her tone less than impressed, goading. “but all I’ve seen so far are parlor tricks. There's still time to surrender if you're scared.”

In his mind, Ptolemis felt a wave through the Force, a wave that came from all three of his opponents. Reading between the ripples, it became evident what they were now… connected. Their newborn bond bolstered them, and in a fraction of a second the cerulean Jedi slid in from her previous position and with her open palm produced a quaking push straight at the corrupted Fondorian's abdomen.

Darth Ptolemis. A tragic being, infected by the Dark Side. A cryptic anomaly, he was – not an eloquent duelist, nor a nimble acrobat. The Darth merely snapped his terrible gaze at the lightning-fast Force-wielder that emerged by his side and knowing full well that he could neither dash, dodge, or in any way escape the incoming punishment, he called upon the Bogan, and channeled the apex magnitude of the Black Holes themselves that slumbered at the center of the galaxy. The roof of the railcar under him immediately indented in the shape of his two feet as he creased two jagged lines into its surface, sliding backwards as the incredible strength of the Force Push dragged his now incredibly heavy frame away from the three. His channeled defiance took incredible strain, but he did not fall.

Yet a reminder of the fact that he was fighting Jedi, not mere soldiers, soon followed as their joint barrage of attacks flowed together like a seamless pirouette of Force projections. The Masked One's altered mass dissipated as he exhaled, but then, the two remaining Jedi joined efforts and lashed out at him with the power of the Light.

"That would be the Corellian in her. They always like their odds... until they don't."

The white-hot heat of an exploding sun could not describe adequately enough the pain that pierced through every cell of Ptolemis' being. The two beams were expertly timed, since he still reeled from the Force Push that came just a moment before their insanely bright projections.

“Tell me when it hurts, filth.”

His joints gave way. Even his saber felt like it was about to melt through his palm. Memories long buried floated to the surface. Even the faces of his parents flashed by. The more he was subjected to this Force-imbued lashing, the more faces emerged. Faces of people he destroyed.

He fell to his knees. His saber deactivated. The pain was unbearable. Molten purity encasing him in a shell of his past life. But then, right when he felt the smallest, writhing on the roof of the car, banging on it with his fist, yearning for release, shielding his face from the Light in vain, did he lose control.

The Bogan took over.

...Even the sky appeared to darken...​

The entire railcar rumbled as the growing avalanche of darkness BLASTED FROM HIS THROAT, visible veins almost bursting as he screamed an infernal cacophony at the sky, gradually taking over the oppressive light and mercilessly splitting the ears of all present through the unrelenting power of the Dark Side.

The Darth emerged from his abysmal agony, literal steam escaping the folds of his robe. He stood straight, equidistant to the three Jedi, and his crimson blade once again exploded into the dreadful scene. Hate bleeding from every single emphasized syllable, he spread his arms out for an eerie embrace of what is to come, and imparted:

I WILL EAT YOU.
JEDI.​