Invasion Darkness Rises; the Battle of Kintan - TSE Invasion of SJO Kintan

[Wyatt Morga]

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Location: New Kalandra, on the retreat.
Allies: Elise
Enemies: N/A

Her message was well received, and the sky began to swarm with transports of every sort - from those of official make and model, to the random freighters from brave spacers willing to sacrifice their livelihood for the greater good. The Sith Fleets were there, but the Jedi knew this was their single opportunity to leave;​

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To save the most amount of people.​

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One of the ships came down before them, a smaller troop transport with a helmeted trooper onboard motioning the two Jedi forward;​

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“Come on, lets go!”​

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Wyatt rushed forward with the Jedi Master, as the last of his strength left him. As the ship was lifted, and the skyline became more obvious - as the shells rained down on the city and fires raged, Wyatt collapsed with exhaustion. His breath weak, his eyes slowly rolling back in his head - he repeated one mantra for the Jedi Master;​

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“There is no death… Only the… Force…”​

 

[Vaulkhar]

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Location: Atop the Rubble
Objective: Stop the Dark Lord by Any Means Necessary
Allies: Silver Jedi Order
Enemies: The Sith Empire - Darth Carnifex
Equipment: Armor | Blade | Left Arm​

Each blow brought with it the might of an empire. Each blow rattled Vaulkhar's body and left him recovering as his free hand would move up to parry the following strike. The speed, strength, and raw control of the force his father employed made him one of the most powerful beings in the galaxy. Few could truly stand against the might of the Dark Lord now, even in his twilight years. The emperor's wayward son was not one of those people. He was skilled, well trained, and carried within his bloodline the prodigious strength of his father. Even with all of that at his disposal, it wasn't enough. He was growing tired with each attack he blocked or parried, his body ached and grew sluggish. Though the fight was relatively short, the overwhelming force of Vaulkhar's opponent was enough that he knew the end was quickly approaching.

With a deep breath, he steeled himself. He called the force to his aid and slid the lightsaber in his left hand back onto his belt. The force flowed through his body, strengthening his body supernaturally. As his father's saber came down in a downward arc, his left arm shot up to meet it. The bastard caught hold of the blade with his cybernetic, armored, right hand and clamped down. The crushgaunt's vice-grip and his enhanced strength locking up nice and tight on the weapon. Vaulkhar looked up, his icy-blue gaze locked on his father's baleful, bloodshot eyes. Behind him, Darth Carnifex would likely see the dozens of evacuation ships carrying the planet's defenders and citizens upward to the stars. Many would likely die, but others would escape beyond the dark clutches of the Sith Empire.

"Kintan may fall, but many still survive. In this planets ashes, hope will rise with the Jedi, father," Vaulkhar grit his teeth and struggled against the giant's strength. He allowed his second saber to fall and motioned around them. "These victories you claim will not last forever. The true Sith will rise against you and when they do, the Jedi will strike you all down."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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Engaging:

• Vaulkhar

Equipment:

• Sith Lightsabers​
• Sith Commander Armor​

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The Emperor's blade was caught by his son's open hand, the blade sizzling as it strained against the energies that kept it from slicing deeper into the arm.​

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There they stood, briefly interlocked and at an impasse. ​

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"The expenditure of energy in the defense of the weak will be the undoing of the Jedi, my misled son." the Emperor hissed, "The Empire has no such qualms, those who stand against us shall die." His eyes looked up to glance at the fleeing transports, "And those who escape our judgment this day will find their reprieve woefully short, the end is coming." With one hand still holding his lightsaber, the other lashed out to wrap its large armored fingers around Vaulkhar's throat and began to squeeze.​

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"A pity that you must be counted among them." said the Emperor, almost sorrowfully, as he proceeded to throttle the life out of his wayward son. When, at last, the lifeless body of his son hung limply from the Emperor's clenched hand, the fires surrounding their duel field dissipated into nothingness.​

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Location: Fortress Kharis Ruins
Tags: Darth Carnifex , Joycelyn Zambrano , Fiolette Raaf, Taeli Raaf , Vandra Zambrano , Jerek Morrows , Kyra Perl , Kat Decoria , Acaadi , Vaulkhar , Judah Lesan

E N O U G H​

It was unnatural.

It was an abomination that crossed the line in the rubble and bathed in the radiance of the lights touch. It was a swirling maelstrom of dark side fury, a wellspring of void energy, a wound in the very world around them. The force screamed as the golden rays ignited in an explosion of white gold molten fire. The beings presence was an affront to the very balance, it's simple presence blighted the earth and poisoned the air around him with his presence. The fire seemed to be alive as it washed over the Lord of Death's form, engulfing his entire body in its fury and as seconds ticked by, time almost seemed to slow as a howl seemed to escape the lips of the hateful tyrant as he drowned in fire.​

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Another lie.​

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As the fires slowed the Dark Titan's form came into view his head completely engulfed in the golden flame. It burned the flesh, charring the delicate layers black until the shape of his skull came into view, a pair of piercing molten eyes bore down on the pair of knights assembled before him. Before them the giant cut loose with yet another horrifying roar as he took large, slow, deliberate steps forward pushing himself through the fires that burned his skin as if he was a lone boulder parting the tides fury. The light was like poison flowing over his body, washing every vile cell with the power of the heavens threatened to burn away his very being, every second counted. As he closed in he surged with all his might, pressing the Sith Lord reached out to try and grab the Jedi Knight(Judah). The Mountain effortlessly picked the smaller figure up and slammed him so hard into the crumbled earth, the rock shattered beneath his crashing form. It wasn't over. A rain of furious, bone shattering strikes rained in again, again, and again like the pistons of an engine, he could feel every bone snap as blood washed his massive fists. He finally picked the Jedi up and launched him into the distance, like one would a simple rock. In the distance he could feel them...the padawans fleeing, tails between their legs. They could run...they could hide...it wouldn't save them no matter how far.​

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Death was coming. ​