Dathomir Rising: Huntress

[Neyana]

Allies: [member="Solan Charr"]

"Thats not Romeo's fault." The girl stated, she would ten notice his voice suddenly change, and then girl would sigh and slowly follows behind him. "Whats going on?" She softly whispered, moving abit lower as well and hid somewhere ajacint to him. "Solan...? What do you mean problem?" It was then that she looked over the ridge, and saw the fighting. She gives him that 'I told you so' look. ". . . .Must I say it?"

 

[Armand Temi]

Perla saw the Force user making quick work of four Nightsisters and their mounts. With a harsh pull of her rancor's reigns she maneuvered the beast into a canter and circled around the dark cloaked human, careful enough not to get too close since she had seen one of the rancors felled by Force lightning just moments earlier.

"I'm not here to fight you, Pateesa. I'm here to introduce you to your new owner. Her name is Perla!" she shouted. Howling out a tribal battle-cry, she kicked her rancor into a gallop and with one hand drew out a long neuronic whip in order to jolt the human into submission. She raised the whip up and brought it down and if it hit, it would slash the Force user in the back from the top right to the bottom left.

[member="Sedita Helion"] [member="Daedel"]

 

[Sedita Helion]

[member="Perla Pirjo"]

Sedita had barely finished cutting down the last of the four Nightsisters before hearing yet another newcomer. He smirked as she called out to him, and extinguished his lightsabers before gesturing for her to come and get him. As the Rancor lumbered towards him at full speed he saw her bring out a whip that was a good deal more advanced than the simple ones used by the four he had just dispatched.

Raising one brow, Sedita's smirk faded a bit as he recognized just what he was up against now. "Well now...this just got interesting."

He reactivated his lightsabers and assumed a Jar'Kai stance as the woman brought her whip towards him. Just one hit from that could neutralize him, or at the very least cripple him by physically breaking some of his bones. Even as a Sith Sedita felt that whoever had created the Neuronic Whip design had been a blasted sadist.

Sedita dashed to the side, hearing the whip impact the ground and heard it split apart rock and bark where it landed. He dashed past the Rancor and turned while sliding to a stop.

"Little girls shouldn't be playing with such dangerous toys!" He called out. "Come now, I've killed four of your kin already. Must we draw this out? A change in weaponry won't change the outcome."

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Nicole Sarah Feanor"] [member="Sedita Helion"] [member="Perla Pirjo"] [member="Daedel"]

He just turned and looked at Nicole for a few seconds before staring at the scene again. "You are far too much like Romeo, how are you not his daughter by blood..." He gripped his scythe before curious about whether or not running in there to help the guy would be a smart idea and then immediately dismissing the thought. "Listen Sarah, those down there are probably not going to let us go if we don't play this smart, so the if we are seen i forbid any fighting with them.

 

[Neyana]

Allies: [member="Solan Charr"]
Unknown: [member="Sedita Helion"] [member="Perla Pirjo"]

She sighs and shakes her head. "Are you sure I'm like him?" The girl was slightly puzzled, but looked back down to the scene that was occuring. She slowly nods her head, finally agreeing with her Master. "Right, right. I'll let you do the talking." With that, she would create a worried look. The last time she was captured, she met Romeo. Though, this time she might not be so lucky.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Nicole Sarah Feanor"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Sedita Helion"] [member="Perla Pirjo"]

This was interesting, the force around them must mask his forces from their sences and making them near impossible to be noticed. He liked his odds better now. He radioed to his men, "All science teams and half the security units, fall back to the last village, radio for transport and await my return, no reinforcements."

As soon as they slowly shifted their way back the way they came Jaster knew he couldn't miss the chance to get Rancor biological samples along with more plant data. The researchers would have his head. Jaster turned back to his men, 15 troopers now, about 3 squads worth. "Recon mission, 3 squad wedge formation and keep low and use foliage as camouflage, don't want Jedi or Sith to kill us now do we."

To be compleated honest Jaster just wanted to see what would happen between the two parties. Keeping quiet and letting his men place BioFilter helmets and using camouflage, they collected biological data key to medical research.

He used his binoculars to keep an eye on the force users and the rancor rider at a very safe distance. Still being able to make up what they were saying using built in point volume detection from his binoculars.

 

[J.Reaper]

reaper satt on of the trees heavier branches on the jungles of dathomir, he had landet a few clicks from where he was now in small ship that he borrowed from a friend, reaper was a clone but he was trained differantly then other clones since he was more like an assassin then a soldier but still, he was a clone, reaper had a phase II armor on him and helmet, he had two blades on him, one long that he called Umbra and his dagger that was like a small sword rather then a dagger that was called Lux, they were made out of black steel combined with carbon fiber so they were pretty hard to destroy, he had a standards sniper rifle on him aswell since he was here to hunt, though this was an old module so he had to reload everytime he shoot, he had a cloak on him that covered most of his helmet down to his legs, he looked around the jungle and heard a rancor roaring, reaper had a bad expiriance with rancors since he one time got sent flying by one and almost killed him, but this time he would make it back unharmed, he held up his left arm and activated hus Holo map with his right and scanned the surrounding area, he saw a couple of blips on the map indicating that there was surrounding creatures and maybe people, since he saw other ships going to orbit, he pulled up his sniper and checked through the scope and looked around, it was hard since the trees was in the way but he managed, he saw to people that seemed to be hiding and checked in the direction where a man was fighting with a bunch of nightsisters. he then saw another person moving towards the man, he grinned a bit before he changed his position so he held his rifle and used his arm as a stabilizer and reloaded a explosive round, though this was his last round he did not mind so he fired a shot just between the man that had killed the nightsisters and the woman, he looked through his scope as the bullet hit as a explosion ocured and he laughted "lets see what they will do now" he quickly reloaded back to his normal bullets and aimed just infront of the ones hiding into a tree to scare them, he fired as the bullet soared through the air and hit the tree making a decent hole on it. reaper Grinned as he watched through the scope what the people will do.

Nicole Sarah Feanor Solan Charr Sedita Helion Perla Pirjo

 

[Armand Temi]

Her rancor was getting skittish so she dug her heels into its tough hide and circled around her target. The human was taunting her which was good. He had plenty of fight in him and Perla was trained to fight.

"You're right," she said, shouting at him from atop her borrowed rancor. "Let's settle this like adults. Put down your weapon and I'll put down mine. And then we'll have a conversation about why you're here on my fair planet. Do you want to be a servant to the Nightsisters? Because that is the only reason a man would be on Dathomir in the first place."

Her rancor snorted and huffed, sensing the tension in the air, wanting to strike. She held the reigns firm and awaited an answer from her adversary.

[member="Sedita Helion"]

 

[Petra Cavataio]

Allies: WoD ([member="Fabula Cavataio"], and [member=Daedel])
Outsiders: [member="Sedita Helion"], [member="Perla Pirjo"], [member="Nicole Sarah Feanor"], [member="Solan Charr"], [member="Jaster of clan Awaud"] and [member=J.Reaper]

Winds began to whipped around through the trees, changing from north to south and back every minute. Not a cloud in sky and darkness fell across the lands of Dathomir. Death’s mistress was awaking from her slumber. Boney, fleshing hanging hands gripped the sides of the carbonite casing. Up rose, sitting to see a servant standing before her. Words in Paecian left the fleshless mouth of the witch that would be record later for historical sake. She said, “Net’dahe mate.”

Then with in the moment the servant heard the sounds of the words, all life and force had been drained. The servant’s cry through the force was a sweet treat to Petra. That was the only one that was sweet and tasty to her. The other cries that came from witches and rancors were fuel to her awaking. All had to die so her fallen witches and rancors could spend their afterlife torturing those that wrong them. Getting to her feet, the casing had decayed and became nothing but dust as she had abused the force that flowed through the object.

Taking steps out of her tomb, she walked through the Morte Clan’s stronghold. Those Witches, Jai, and Rancors that still lived after all that had happen made sure Petra had a clear path before her. They all could see the footsteps she left behind her. The earth under her feet kept being drained. Each step drained more from Dathomir as Petra’s decay appearance became more of her normal look. However even walking the three rings of the stronghold, going into her home to get a cloak and metal pole that was two feet long, it was not enough to restore her looks.

The wind began to increase its speed over the lands of the witches. Groans and cries of pain flowed with the wind to every stronghold and outpost. All the while, night’s darkness beat day’s light into submission. It left the afternoon feeling like it was the witching hour. Then, only then once Petra walking through the jungle leaving a trail of decay life had restored her appearance to be counted among the living, the wind suddenly stopped and replaced with a whisper Net’dahe mate.”

Stepping out, cloak hood hanging over her head and cloak tightly closed. Petra stared from the darkness the hood made at the outsiders. Then she simply said, “Chwayat maka yatao hâsk et net’dahe mate.” Her gazed went to the one that boasted about killing witches and in basic just said, “Et… you shall be first.”

The sky cleared from the darkness to the normal day it was. It was Petra shifting her focus from the planet to single target with the force. Around her bare feet, the decay of plant life was the biggest hint the force was active around and through her. While she ignored all that was said because death of her sisters was a great crime compare some woman questioning a man about out dated traditions

 

[Armand Temi]

With the sudden change in the atmosphere her rancor bucked and reared up, threatening to toss her off. The wind picked up and all beings in the area would feel a rumble in the earth. The death of the sisters needed to be avenged, thought Perla.

"Hold on tight," said the witch to her prey. "You're about to meet an ancient Nightsister." Perla shivered and almost fell off her mount with the power of the elder witch.

"And then," the young witch added. "I think you will want to run."

[member="Petra Cavataio"] [member="Sedita Helion"]

 

[Kytarra Hawk]

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The earth would tremble.

Milky white eyes would cast upon the heavens. The use of shadows spells from [member="Petra Cavataio"] would not go unnoticed. Off in the distance, those of Singing Mountain clan would lift their head. The stoic warrior women of the scouting party would furrow their brow.

A tall brunette, decorated in dark blue iridescent lizard skin armor would click the flat skull plate of her Rancor. Paecen would flow from her lips in a query to the Shaman of Singing Mountain clan.

"Pergi menyelidiki." Go investigate.

 

[Sedita Helion]

[member="Petra Cavataio"] [member="Perla Pirjo"]

Sedita huffed and hung his lightsabers from his belt. "I have seen many terrifying things in this galaxy, dear girl...I shall not fear the power of some Dathomiri Witch." He replied, feeling the presence of this powerful witch the closer she got. He couldn't deny that he felt a form of nervous anticipation, wondering what marvellous...and terrible being could create such an effect over such a wide area, exhibiting grand power like this...

"Let her come." Sedita decided, picking up his cloak and clipping it into place. "I think that my time here may have just paid off after all."

If the Sith did feel any fear towards this witch as he perceived her presence bearing down on him, he hid it well. He looked overhead and watched as darkness gave way to daylight once more, and he heard her speak to him, her words becoming as clear to him as though she stood right in front of him. She was like a force of nature incarnate, both terrible and beautiful in ways that Sedita couldn't articulate-and if he was not careful he might very well not live long enough to find the words at all.

He turned to the direction she was coming from and pulled his hood back up. "Well...I knew there was some purpose behind my being coaxed here, perhaps this might be it." The acolyte whispered.

When the Witch truly did step into view, Sedita couldn't deny now that his heart was pulsing so fast that he almost believed it would burst from his chest. He was standing before something far beyond himself, far beyond anything he had seen before in his travels. The smile never left his face as he almost admired the approaching form, but in his mind the Sith finally admitted to feeling...a little intimidated, like an insect about to be squashed beneath a Rancor. That may as well have been the odds in this situation if everything his senses told him about this woman were to believed.

...

Again: in hindsight, maybe he should have learned to not always heed the Force when it directed him somewhere with a vision.

 

[Armand Temi]

The cloaked Sith did not appear to be afraid of the threat of a stronger witch joining the hunt. Perla took advantage of this distraction to take another pass at the human with her neuronic whip. "You're a fighter that's for sure. I wanted to keep you for myself but you would probably kill me in my sleep. I'll have to sell you instead. What a pity!" she shouted.

"Hup, hup!" she shouted to her rancor. The beast galloped towards the Sith and she struck again with her whip. If successful the blow would hit him in the shoulder.

[member="Sedita Helion"]

 

[Sedita Helion]

[member="Perla Pirjo"]

Sedita realized that the other Witch, who he had assumed to be out of the fight in favour of letting her superior face him, was attacking him with his back turned. He spun and drew one of his lightsabers, swinging it at the whip....which struck his hand. Sedita bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood, which he spat out as he cradled his hand...showing that two of his fingers had been broken clean off.

...again, Neuronic Whips. Made by a blasted sadist.

Fighting back the growing response to cry out in pain, Sedita squeezed his eyes shut and sucked in a breath before willing his pain to fade, using his training to attempt to push past it while he summoned his lightsaber into his good hand. "That...was a big mistake, girl!"

Sedita focused intently on the witch who had struck him. "Little ones should know...when to leave the fighting to the adults." He hissed as he began to execute the technique known as Crucitorn, attempting to heighten the witch's sense of pain while raising one hand and unleashing a wave of force lightning against her and her rancor.

If the strategy did work then the pain of the force lightning, multiplied by his influence through crucitorn would hopefully neutralize the witch and her pet long enough for him to defend himself against the stronger witch.

 

[J.Reaper]

reaper watched from a distance when the man and the woman riding a rancor was fighting, they did not care much about the shot seemed like, he noticed that it had started to become dark in sky and after a couple of minuts light again, he did not know why but he thought to himself that something was coming, something strong. reaper got up and holstered his rifle as he started running between the branches getting closer to them and watch the fight, he moved quickly making barely any noice when he moved, after a couple of minuts he stopped on one of the branches and had a better view of the show, he satt down taking his helmet off and pulled out a cigarette as he watched the two of them fighting, he would enjoy to watch this.

Sedita Helion Perla Pirjo Kytarra Hawk Jaster of clan Awaud Petra Cavataio

 

[Armand Temi]

Perla smiled inside when she realized she'd wounded the Sith. His hand was a bloody mess. But she kept a determined frown on her face to show him that she wasn't afraid.

Then he raised the non-wounded hand and suddenly the witch was struck by a bolt of electricity. The Force lightning caused her rancor to buck her straight off of its back. She hit the ground hard and the whip flew from her hand. Suddenly her body was wracked with pain, a different kind of pain than just being shocked a few minutes ago. Perla was hugely inexperienced with The Force but she tried to concentrate and clear her mind to try and get rid of the pain. In the process, she caught a few bits of the Sith's thoughts and emotions. He was fearful of the powerful witch they had both felt a few moments ago.

Her concentration was broken by a fresh jolt of pain and she writhed around on the ground, holding onto her head. Whatever it was she knew the Sith was causing the agonizing physical sensation. "Make it stop! Make it stooppppp!" she commanded.

[member="Sedita Helion"]

 

[J.Reaper]

reaper looked while the woman was on the ground screaming, he then looked at the man and noticed that he was a sith since the use of lightning bolts, he pulled out his sniper and used his left arm as a stabilizer for the sniper and aimed towards the mans head "damn sith" he said while still having the cigarette in his mouth, he reloaded and held his breath to stabilize the scope as he the crosshair was directly on the siths head, no wind luckily so he was clear to fire without calculating the wind and the gravity.

Sedita Helion

 

[Sedita Helion]

[member="J.Reaper"] [member="Perla Pirjo"]

Sedita stopped pouring lightning into the woman and grunted. "This is the consequence of recklessly attacking a superior opponent with a hair brained strategy." He looked at his mutilated hand and grimaced. "And this is the consequence of trusting one of you primitive witches to not do something stupid." Sedita knelt and reached into his pack for his medical kit, hoping to store his severed fingers to have them reattached once back aboard the Talo and provide something for his hand to numb the pain coming from it in the meantime. He trusted Crucitorn to do its work and keep the Witch on the ground in too much pain for her to be of any threat to him for the moment.

Sedita kept one eye fixed in the direction that the other Witch was coming from, wondering why she seemed to be drawing out her own confrontation with him. Sedita had numerous theories for her motive in waiting, but theories mattered little when he was trapped between a rock and a force of nature with others scurrying around trying to attack him when he wasn't looking.

(Reaper, I wasn't sure if you had actually fired or if you were still preparing to fire. PM me if you actually had already fired.)

 

[Petra Cavataio]

[member="Sedita Helion"], [member="Perla Pirjo"], [member=J.Reaper], [member="Kytarra Hawk"], [member=Daedel]

Eyes rolled at what was witness. In nanoseconds the force in and around Petra was redirected. It came to fruition as she rose her foot and stumped it beneath her. “Mure di terra vieni fuori ora.” Those words came out the moment her bare foot touched the ground. Green mist came from the ground like dust being kicked up. The force surged through the ground. It had one goal under Petra’s will. As sudden did her actions happen, the ground rose into the air between Perla and Sedita. An earth made wall that was fifteen meters long, three meter high, and one and half meter thick existed now.

“Tsis… focus ora.” Petra simply said to the Sith. Her words were jumping around as she disliked the feel of basic on her tongue; however, it was appearing the only thing these kids could understand. Those words were her last for the moment. She focused on reaching out through invisible rivers of the Force, on the flow that existed around and through Sedita. Attempting to redirect that river to come towards her, she tried to drain the Force so she could use it against him. So she could stop draining the plant life around her which the radius of dead plants had grown.

 

[Armand Temi]

As Perla tried to catch her breath between the fresh waves of pain, she felt the ground around her shake and a giant mound of earth grew between her and her adversary. This wall created a barrier so that the Sith couldn't get to her and hopefully it distracted him enough that his Force hold on her would be lessened.

Spying her neuronic whip, she crawled towards it and grasped it. She was finally able to lift herself up on hands and knees. Now to find the frightened rancor. She spied it behind some trees still trying to shake off the effects of The Force Lightning. Perla whistled to the creature but since it was not her every day mount it took awhile for the stubborn beast to respond. When the rancor did it lumbered back over and stood besides Perla, protecting her as she summoned the strength to rise to her feet.

[member="Sedita Helion"] [member="Petra Cavataio"]