Duel Desecration of Jedha | Jedi vs. Sith

[Dagon Kaze]

Retaliating against the New Jedi Order's incursion
on the sacred world of Korriban
the Sith turn their gaze on Jedha City.
As the New Jedi Order sends its own to observe and protect
the annual pilgrimage at the Temple of Kyber
the crimson blade strikes in a daring ambush.​

Pilgrims scattered in panic seeking safety as crimson sabers hissed to life and brought death. Blue blades rushed to meet them all across the Temple of Kyber and its outskirts. All sorts of objects flew through the air as deadly projectiles and lightning crackled in return. Lightsabers locked together embodying the eternal battle between Light and Dark.

Dagon's heart paced, struggling to find the same serenity he wielded a moment ago. He'd barely been able to activate his blue blade in time to parry the ferocious attack of a Sith ( Serixibis ).

Spoiler: SETTING AND MATCHUPS

• 1v1 duels (i.e only read your direct opponent post, nothing else matters)
• Temple of Kyber and surrounding area
• Sith ambush Jedi on pilgrimage/protecting pilgrims

Violet Horne vs. Darth Daiara
Takui vs. Alina Tremiru
Dagon Kaze vs. Serixibis
Aelys vs. Darth Strosius
Eina L'lerim-Vandiir vs. Iasha Rha
Desbre Gensan vs. Calin Harr

Condal Dunstrum vs. Xeykard
Maynard Treicolt vs. Adriana Fortemps
Zaavik Perl vs. Mlow Eman'outther
Jax Thio vs. Second Son
Okkeus Dainlei vs. Val Drutin

Iroh Gedari vs. Mordecai Zambrano
Romi Jade vs. Darth Kizash
Elpsis Kerrigan vs. Darth Wyrm
Allyson Locke vs. Cara Dorniarn
Jyoti Nooran vs. Darth Interitus

 

[Violet Horne]

Darth Daiara

It had made sense to them to travel to Jedha.

A true temple, unaffiliated with any specific Order, open to all. Where better than to learn about the Jedi? To see where it had all gone wrong and how the fracture had begun.

it was a good idea. sadly...

Even the best ideas could run into the wall of reality.

Violet wasn't certain how it started.

screaming... and blood... that's always how it starts.

Through the chaos Violet had been cut off from her main group. A set of kindly pilgrims with kind stories and tales. She really hoped they were okay. That they somehow found a place to find shelter from them. The Sith, it must have been, the bleeding lightsabers, crimson red and the ooze of the Darkside seeping into the air.

the ancient enemy... hide me, they cannot know... no no, fight, prove yourself, yes! destroy them all.

This made her swallow. She wasn't a stranger to combat, her time in the Outer Rim Coalition caught her with a few fire fights, but it was different here and now. She had never fought Sith before... maybe... maybe she should hide too? Her arm rose up. By itself almost. we do not hide. Something seeped through her veins, it felt like dirt, like moss and fungal waste. This arm, hers? Its? Started to glow, a shine of emerald... and then Violet bled. It burned something fierce and forced her to cry out.

Loud enough that any attempts of stealth would already be failures.

She blinked through the tears and then saw it.

A shining, grotesquely large blade in that hand. Attached to it, part of itself, but somehow distinct. Violet couldn't help but gape at it.

would you like to destroy some evil today?

 

[Darth Wyrm]

This was untenable.

No, unacceptable even.

Who had come up with this operation? Some sort of simpleton? A fool hellbent on their own destruction? Well, to be frank, one could describe many a Sith Lord in those terms. Perhaps that wasn't fair of Darth Wyrm. No, it certainly was not fair as such. But one might forgive him, if they knew that Darth Wyrm was the little snail currently dragging itself down a corridor that looked inhumanely similar to the dozen of other corridors that had preceded it. Humans certainly loved to repeat themselves in their architectural designs.

Either way.

His minion should have been here to carry him, or his little repulsor-lift should have flown him to his goal. Sadly the former had been killed by stray blaster-fire (Oh, the Verpine would be fine, Wyrm already had a new clone batch working on him, but how would that help him NOW?) and the battery of the lift was somehow drained.

The indignity of it all.

Him. A true Dark Lord of the Sith, resorting to crawling on the floor like a... like a... common snail. All around him people (usually human) were running about, scared and pathetically blubbering about some sort of assault. Oh, that must be his colleagues. They must have started the assault already. Each time a human almost stepped on him, they were beset by horrifying mental that caused them to flee in a different direction.

They were all so.. fragile.

Mentally anyway.

Now, where was I supposed to go again? If only his minion hadn't been killed so soon. He had an actual datapad with the mission information. But oh, well, this looked like the security station. The Darkside of the Force pulsed and suddenly the room had an additional figure. This one muscular, tall, tentacles attached to his face.

A dark-skinned Feoorin.

Before the two human guards could react? They were sliced apart with a lightsaber. Now where did that come from? Well, some questions really shouldn't be answered for the sake of your own sanity.

There was a larger problem either way- that usage of the Darkside and the screams of the security guards? Probably drew some attention. The Feoorin-Snail had to work faster now.

Elpsis Kerrigan​

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Darth Wyrm

Go to Jedha they said. Escort some pilgrims, visit the Temple of Kyber, see the sights and do some good marketing for the Order of Fire. Control your urge to punch preachey Jedi. None of the Jedi who have decided to become Sith lackeys will be there. Naturally, it all went to hell in a handbasket. Just like every mission of that nature.

Red and blue lightsabres clashed, a multitude of projectiles flew through the air and lightning crackled. Civilians fled, people screamed and died. Explosions echoed across the corridors, which were being increasingly filled with corpses. Or just the bodies of those who were well on the way to joining the Lifeweb once their life force left them.

Blaster bolts scorched the walls. It was chaos. Elpsis felt alive. Battle was familiar. It was what she understood. Putting holes in scumbags or simply burning them alive was what she existed for. Besides, she was a tad annoyed about having missed Korriban. So she followed the call of the Force. There were tendrils of darkness reaching far into the temple. The screams of guardians echoed as their life was torn from them.

Elpsis' armoured form was, all things considered, not the stealthiest. She lacked the talent to conceal her blazing Force aura and thus made no attempt. Thus it was quite possible that her quarry would be able to sence her in advance. That was fine with her. The energies of the Force flowed through her. They spread through her like wildfire. She found the Sith standing inside a security station of some sort. Two corpses lay at his feet.

The nature of his undoubtedly nefarious plan was unknown to her. Regardless, she was not the type to politely ask a Sith to stop being evil and all that. With her standing in the corridor, there was a bit of distance between them. Hands ablaze, she hurled a fireball towards him. Inferno - her lightsabre - was on her belt, ready to be drawn, while a sidearm rested inside her holster.

 

[Aelys]

Darth Strosius​

Aelys leapt straight into the action as soon as he heard the first scream tear through the calm and quiet. It hadn't taken long for the world around them to devolve into scattering pilgrims and pumping adrenaline. Onlookers and pilgrims alike rushed in every direction, some back into the city to get back to their ships and away from the attack. Others fled into the Temple of Kyber, seeking the protection of the surprised and surveying Jedi present.

While others worked to herd and shepherd the frightened masses to safety, Aelys scanned the surging crowds that approached the Temple, his gaze leaping up to the surrounding rooftops as he formulated his plan.

There's too many people. Aelys thought upon watching the flow of bodies move. It'd take too long to get in the way of the danger fighting against the mass of people searching for safety. With a Force aided leap, he took off from his place near the Temple. Wind whipped past him, causing the mop of nappy hair atop his head to bob over his face. Hitting the rooftop, he had a clear view of the surrounding area. Jedi and Sith were already engaging with each other within the city.

His hands balled into fists as he reached into the Force, feeling the loss of life, the fear, pain, and panic that permeated the air. There was an underlying presence of anger under the surface, but what truly stood out was the anticipation and allure of the sounds of violence that met his ears. There was a draw to it that he very much understood, even longed for. It was after all, at the deepest root, the true reason he sought to complete his training as a Jedi. For the fight.

The devolving chaos was the result of the Sith. An enemy that he was taught to hate, resent. One that he had never faced. But Aelys knew that this day would come. The day he'd get to test his worth against the crimson sabre.

Not too far away he felt an isolated Sith.

He leapt again, jumping from rooftop to rooftop to close in on the threat.

 

[Serixibis]

\\. Jedha, The Temple of Kyber
\\. Yeet the lad. Dagon Kaze

The heat was familiar to the dark-robed Acolyte as she slipped through the city, the sun of Jedha no less oppressive than the tyrant star of Korriban as it bore down upon the blessed world. A world of peace and contemplation, a shining beacon of good in a universe beset by evil...

...They would have to do something about that.
​

Shrugging off her own heavy robe the Acolyte readied herself to join the ouverture of violence wrought by her comrades. The dull crump of munitions pair with the echoing whip-crack of blaster fire and the superheated ~FWOOSH~ of igniting sabers as the Pilgrims are cut away, their Jedi protectors forced to act as their charges were so cruelly assailed. With a lightfooted leap from her perch above the dusty street, she joins the chaotic melee.

With a flourish of her spear a pair of Pilgrims are dispatched, one battered aside while the other leaves with a slice to her gut that sees her all but crawling away. Her weapon twirls and stabs toward a larger pilgrim that looks like he might know how to handle himself. The hefty youth was quick to shy away from her blade, quicker than his prodigious size might suggest as her alchemized weapon is batted aside with...

A Lightsaber.​

Their weapons meet with a crack of oily yellow light, the alchemized and cursed metal of the Acolyte's weapon smacking off the buzzing blade of the Youth's saber and forcing the Sithling back with the rattle of gilded trinkets and armor. The Padawan's assailant looked the part of a War-Champion of some decaying and decadent court that never knew good taste or moderation, her slender form dancing backward down the steps of the great temple to create some distance.

Her hand lofts, the gilded Sith War-spear levels at the Padawan and turns, the sunlight reflecting across it's scratched surface at unnatural angles. Serixibis's pus yellow eyes narrowed then as she sizes up this opponent, and the conclusions she came to were not good. He had almost a foot on her, and close to eighty pounds of weight besides.

"Jedi, take up your weapon. Fulfill your purpose. If you do not stop us here everyone inside the Temple behind you will be put to the sword, and it will be because ~you~ failed."​

She hisses, the thin bone spikes along her jaw flaring outward in time with the twitching tendrils along her chin as she stalks down the stairs, keeping her posture low and guarded as she prepares for the Padawan's reply.

 

[Mordecai Zambrano]

Military strategy knew no bounds.

Win the hearts and minds of a populace? Surely, attacking them during a sacred pilgrimage was the way to go.

Mordecai reached upwards to pinch his brow, sighing inwardly. The Sith Lord had remained fairly quiet and still for the majority of this operation, opting to lean against one of the high railings that overlooked much of the procession itself. Jedi and local security forces were in numbers here, yet a few tricks of the mind and sticking to the outskirts had managed to suffice so far. When all hell broke loose, he made no move to leap into the fray.

Mordecai was getting too old for that.

"This isn't chaotic at all," he grumbled quietly, deepening his lean against the rail.

There were no refined battle lines, no solid avenues of attack, and the existence of a backup plan was probably a rueful lie. Just lightning arcing from Sith fingertips, blaster bolts fired by soldiers, and the dazzling clashes of lightsabers. Mordecai pursed his lips in thought as he watched the frenzied battle ensue, nodding to himself as he made up his mind.

Unless the fight found him, he was just going to sit back and watch the show.

Iroh Gedari

 

[Darth Kizash]

Tags: Romi Jade

To be honest, I had little issue with the Jedi of the galaxy. Jedha was no better than Tatooine in my eyes and the reason it was so sacred was beyond me. Why was I here? Well. Lets just say I had to be.

A vermilion blade swept viciously in a horizontal sweep. Barely missing its intended target. Some fear stricken Jedi knight convinced he was to save civilians from the evil of a Sith Lord. Our battle had gone on for minutes by now. Trailing and trekking over toppled buildings, into charred streets and to the roof tops above. Our blades locked for the fifth time and it was then he spoke to me.

" The darkside will only consume you! I sense your regret. Your shame and self-condamnation. Your hold so much anger and hate. You dont have to let it control you!" His words touched a rather soft but callused spot in my mind.

He was right, but also very mistake.

" Look at me. Do I look like I can let go?" I retorted and shoved him off. His counter attack came swift as a vertical falling slash. I side stepped glancing at his blade. With a subtle gesture with my hand I guided the interia of the Knights blade into an arc headed behind his back. As a result is weapon was released from his grasp sent flying behind him.

As for myself I was also sent flying riding the wave of energy threw out by his hand. Slamming into the edge of a wall I groaned. The left side of my chest ached immensely. Something broke and it felt like my ribs. Yet another pain to add to my already broken body.

 

[Darth Wyrm]

Elpsis Kerrigan

The benefit to having tangible illusions is that you can affect the world around you.

Its drawback? The world can affect you back.

So, instead of the blast of inferno flame smashing through the illusion and hitting the wall... it smashed itself into the shape of the Feoorin. There, as one would expect from being caught in the face by a fire ball, the figure was thrown into the wall. Throughout this all the snail, tucked out of sight and hiding beneath the security console was besides itself in rage.

Really it was quite amusing, hilarious even, if anyone could see it.

The antennas on its head twitching in indignation as it saw its illusion twitching in pain. Could illusions feel pain? Could Feoorins for that matter? Wyrm wasn't entirely sure, but you had to at least make it a show, no?

"You wretched fool, I will show you the meaning of pain." From the ground the Feoorin rose up, but instead of waiting for its shade to get its feet on the ground again? The slug reached out to the mind of the... red-haired woma- was it a woman? Wyrm assumed so, but it was honestly hard to tell with humans sometimes.

Either way, it reached out, balling its mind together into a metaphorical mace to bludgeon her mental barriers.

"What is it that you fear, Master Jedi?!" Already Wyrm was getting a migraine from having to maintain both the illusion and assaulting the human's brain, it would have been fine if she hadn't thrown a fire ball at them however. Trying to maintain and update exactly what sort of damage was being done... oh... no... just thinking about it made its headache worse.

 

[Val Drutin]

Location: Outside the Temple of Kyber
Gear: Lightsaber | Armor
Writing With: Okkeus Dainlei

After his participation in the invasion of Dantooine, in which he had slain a Jedi, Val found that he enjoyed fighting the Light Side warriors. But like so many of his other past interests, it would amuse him for a limited time only.

On the occasion of the desecration of the Temple, he was still very much entertained by it. The slaughter began in earnest with an attack on the pilgrims. Val avoided them - many of the pilgrims were unarmed, and unarmed opponents were no fun to fight. Instead, he searched the crowds for someone who could match him. Someone with a lightsaber of their own, preferably, and enough skill to know how to use it well.

He found his foe in the form of a young Jedi Knight. "Hey!" Val called, getting the Jedi's attention. No doubt Val was a strange figure compared to the other Sith, but he had a distinct Dark Side aura that definitely marked him as the other. "Wanna have a duel?" he inquired, waving his violet lightsaber in a manner that managed to be both threatening and inviting.

 

[Takui]

Equipment: A lightsaber and a Prayer.
Opposition: Alina Tremiru
Location: Jedha, the Temple of Kyber

His legs felt stronger than ever.

Because he rushed his rehabilitation, lingering pain burnt in his abdomen. He might suffer through it forever, but at least he wasn't useless. In the presence of pure Kyber, none of that mattered. The Force was neither dark nor light in this place, but still powerful. The Sith could not be allowed to spread their corruption to such a sacred place.

Balance was not to be disturbed. That was the Jedi maxim, part of the life he chose himself. It was what drove him to take up the Jedi weapon again, even after he failed with it.

Even after one had plunged into his insides and cooked him like raw meat.

As he walked through the halls, he did not have to wonder why they chose Jedha. The power that lurked here was vast, and the energies that dwelled at its epicenter could be made to serve the darkness. If that happened, simply setting foot in this place might set the Id ablaze.

Sinful, perverse, violent. These were the virtues of the Sith. They delighted in the flesh and delved into the occult. Where the Jedi willfully rejected normal lives to serve, the Sith rejected their humanity to oppress.

As he rounded a corner, Taku saw a hall carved out of stone, with myriad clusters of Kyber that radiated cool, gentle vibrations into the Force. In the center of the room, a massive crystal stood like a pillar. This was the heart of the Temple, certainly.

The Padawan reached out a hand and let his fingers brush against a crystal idly. His fingertips buzzed, almost like pinpricks. Pure, unadulterated living energy flowed back through him. He could feel the cosmic power expanding, not only through the crystal, but within himself. The Kyber opened his psyche to the entire universe- and he pulled away.

"No," he murmured. "I don't need that kind of power. That's not why I came here."

Taku turned his attention back toward the main crystal, and he took a breath. He could not begin to decide how to approach the nexus of energies. They came to protect the Temple, and those who made their pilgrimage to it.

Little did he know...

 

[Darth Daiara]

Spoiler: The Story

Darth Daiara

It had made sense to them to travel to Jedha.

A true temple, unaffiliated with any specific Order, open to all. Where better than to learn about the Jedi? To see where it had all gone wrong and how the fracture had begun.

it was a good idea. sadly...

Even the best ideas could run into the wall of reality.

Violet wasn't certain how it started.

screaming... and blood... that's always how it starts.

Through the chaos Violet had been cut off from her main group. A set of kindly pilgrims with kind stories and tales. She really hoped they were okay. That they somehow found a place to find shelter from them. The Sith, it must have been, the bleeding lightsabers, crimson red and the ooze of the Darkside seeping into the air.

the ancient enemy... hide me, they cannot know... no no, fight, prove yourself, yes! destroy them all.

This made her swallow. She wasn't a stranger to combat, her time in the Outer Rim Coalition caught her with a few fire fights, but it was different here and now. She had never fought Sith before... maybe... maybe she should hide too? Her arm rose up. By itself almost. we do not hide. Something seeped through her veins, it felt like dirt, like moss and fungal waste. This arm, hers? Its? Started to glow, a shine of emerald... and then Violet bled. It burned something fierce and forced her to cry out.

Loud enough that any attempts of stealth would already be failures.

She blinked through the tears and then saw it.

A shining, grotesquely large blade in that hand. Attached to it, part of itself, but somehow distinct. Violet couldn't help but gape at it.

would you like to destroy some evil today?

Simply sitting around and waiting for the next attack was no longer good enough for Aradia. The Jedi and their imperial lovers were relentless, heartless war machines. Every moment spent waiting risked another purge she could hinder-- another attack she could stall. It was ironic, really. She understood that now. Hate-fueled jedi.

The hypocrites.

She would act now, because the next time a purge came, there was no guarantee she would survive. Never mind her master's family.

And that couldn't happen.

The force pumped through her veins, the girl no longer resisting its call. It was a tenuous relationship, one she sought to keep control over. It frightened her, but that was okay. Fear was a reminder of her what she fought for.

She joined the party moving in to strike the Jedi temple, her form cloaked in black cloth as she dispersed through the halls. Everyone had their goals. Aradia's was simple in design. Learn what she could about them, then leave nothing of use behind. It was strangely comforting to not be going in this deep alone again, her nerves soothed as a blue saber jumped to life in her hand. The owner was no longer around to miss it, Kaalia had said, though Aradia bore the shame of its presence with every slash she made at the entrance's control panel.

'Maybe if you don't lose this one, you can have one of your own.'

She clutched it tightly to her, her hand waving the busted door open. The darkness radiating off of her was unmistakable.

They had made her this way.

Violet Horne

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Darth Wyrm

The fireball slammed into the apparent Feoorin and threw him into a wall. It was deceptively realistic. The scorched skin, the hard thud that came from hitting the wall, the dust that coated him. Some of this Elpsis could see, some she could not.

The Feoorin arose, and even as he moved, Elpsis suddenly felt a strong pressure against her skull. It felt like someone had applied a club to her skull and was tryng to bash through her mental walls. White-hot pain exploded inside her skull and she staggered, wincing. Her walls were strong, but it bloody hurt and made her feel dizzy. Briefly she grasped the very real wall as she sought to regain her bearings and shield herself. Blood dripped down her nose.

However, amidst the pain there was something else she felt. When the Sith was in pain from his migraine, Elpsis briefly picked it up through her empathy. But the threads did not lead back to the apparent Feoorin. Howeer, Elpsis presently lacked the focus to process that. She felt an intense burning sensation - like a jabbing electric shock that only grew in intensity.

It made her angry. But she could endure pain. Tephrike had gifted her that. "I'm no Jedi," she spat coldly. And the fire inside her became a weapon once more, as she fashioned a thermic lance and sent the beam of blazing heat soaring towards the Feoorin. If it did not hit him, it might blow something up.

 

[Violet Horne]

"What is this?"

She stared at the blade in her hand like it was something wretched.

it is me. and also not me. but this isn't the time for questions, evil is nearby.

Even if Violet had wanted to argue she couldn't. Not with the fresh sound of explosions ringing through the hallways. She carefully made her way towards the sounds. Less confident stride of a warrior, more the hesitant trundling of someone who really did not want to be here. Sadly sometimes you didn't have a choice in the matter.

From one moment to the next Violet wasn't alone anymore.

Instead... face to face with Darth Daiara

"O-oh..." Blinking there, surprised and shocked. "Jedi Knight! We are in danger." Violet said with looming relief, while her attention was drawn to the blue lightsaber humming in the hand of the girl, who couldn't be far from her own age.

Maybe someone more experienced would have realized it immediately.

Luckily for Violet she could lean on ancient wisdom. Quite literally so.

that is no Jedi, you idiot

Before the young padawan could seek clarification, her hand seemed to move off its own accord, reading itself in a battle stance. The rest of her body followed suit only moments later. "N-no, wait..." A grimace there as she stared at the young girl. She didn't seem evil? Not a Darksider, surely? She just seemed... young... and maybe... well, a little bit angry.

"You are a Sith?" Using that word like a curse.

attack, attack, attack, destroy evil

 

[Darth Wyrm]

Elpsis Kerrigan

The human proved more resilient than expected.

A pity.

It did often enjoy a swift victory. It did wonders for the ego, especially when you had been crawling over a corridor like a mere initiate the entire day, but perhaps Not-Jedi could be forgiven for not realizing it. By someone other than the furious snail anyway, because Wyrm was not in a forgiving mood. Which implied that sometimes he could be forgiving.

This is false.

"Oh, did you flunk out of Jedi daycare, human?" Wyrm riposted right in return. The effort to maintain the illusion, while also coming up with clever (in his opinion) retorts almost made the snail miss Elpsis' next move.

He ducked and dashed forward. It was a close-call, but in the end it all turned out o-

Thermal fire bomb ball lance splashed against the terminal. Luckily for Wyrm, he had already crawled into the boot of the illusion, because otherwise this would have been a short duel indeed. Instead the explosion rocked him from behind. The swift dash prevented him from being incinerated, but even still fire licked at his back (and also his head tendrils, since the ducking hadn't been as swift as the snail would have liked). Now on fire and finally feeling the heat of the fire on his own personal slimy skin Wyrm got serious.

"I will rip you limb from limb!"

This might have sounded like another witty riposte or sheer bravado from an alien on fire.

But then the walls around Elpsis started to ripple. Out of them came bloody arms, actual arms, punching, pulling, grabbing, really doing everything that arms in a horror show would do.

Which is what this was quickly becoming.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Equipment: Family Lightsaber, SIF-7 Minos
Opposition: Takui
Location: Jedha, the Temple of Kyber

This was it. Her chance. The battle of Korriban nearly cost her her life, but it had nothing to do with the battle with the Jedi. While her efforts helped the war in the long run, missing her chance to go after a Jedi and prove herself in combat. But now was that chance. She was one of many Sith who'd come here today in preparation of the ambush. She gripped her saber tightly in one hand, letting the adrenaline fuel her body. She was ready. She had to be ready.

The signal to strike came, and she charged forward with her allies.

Find a Jedi. Prove your worth.

These were the thoughts that went through Alina's mind as she rushed through the halls. She needed to find someone. Anyone. She wouldn't be left behind again. She wouldn't be the one who didn't fight a Jedi. She rounded another corner to see the large crystal. The heart of the temple. Even she could feel it's power. Alina paused in front of it, forgetting for a moment what she was here for. This was what it was like to feel the Force? Movement caught her gaze, and she turned her attention to the Jedi that had just stepped back.

Jedi. She pulled out the blaster on her hip, leveling it. Without a word she fired, yellow eyes narrowed in hate. She had to strike first. Strike hard. That's how she'd win.

 

[Darth Daiara]

Spoiler: The Story

Darth Daiara

It had made sense to them to travel to Jedha.

A true temple, unaffiliated with any specific Order, open to all. Where better than to learn about the Jedi? To see where it had all gone wrong and how the fracture had begun.

it was a good idea. sadly...

Even the best ideas could run into the wall of reality.

Violet wasn't certain how it started.

screaming... and blood... that's always how it starts.

Through the chaos Violet had been cut off from her main group. A set of kindly pilgrims with kind stories and tales. She really hoped they were okay. That they somehow found a place to find shelter from them. The Sith, it must have been, the bleeding lightsabers, crimson red and the ooze of the Darkside seeping into the air.

the ancient enemy... hide me, they cannot know... no no, fight, prove yourself, yes! destroy them all.

This made her swallow. She wasn't a stranger to combat, her time in the Outer Rim Coalition caught her with a few fire fights, but it was different here and now. She had never fought Sith before... maybe... maybe she should hide too? Her arm rose up. By itself almost. we do not hide. Something seeped through her veins, it felt like dirt, like moss and fungal waste. This arm, hers? Its? Started to glow, a shine of emerald... and then Violet bled. It burned something fierce and forced her to cry out.

Loud enough that any attempts of stealth would already be failures.

She blinked through the tears and then saw it.

A shining, grotesquely large blade in that hand. Attached to it, part of itself, but somehow distinct. Violet couldn't help but gape at it.

would you like to destroy some evil today?

Simply sitting around and waiting for the next attack was no longer good enough for Aradia. The Jedi and their imperial lovers were relentless, heartless war machines. Every moment spent waiting risked another purge she could hinder-- another attack she could stall. It was ironic, really. She understood that now. Hate-fueled jedi.

The hypocrites.

She would act now, because the next time a purge came, there was no guarantee she would survive. Never mind her master's family.

And that couldn't happen.

The force pumped through her veins, the girl no longer resisting its call. It was a tenuous relationship, one she sought to keep control over. It frightened her, but that was okay. Fear was a reminder of her what she fought for.

She joined the party moving in to strike the Jedi temple, her form cloaked in black cloth as she dispersed through the halls. Everyone had their goals. Aradia's was simple in design. Learn what she could about them, then leave nothing of use behind. It was strangely comforting to not be going in this deep alone again, her nerves soothed as a blue saber jumped to life in her hand. The owner was no longer around to miss it, Kaalia had said, though Aradia bore the shame of its presence with every slash she made at the entrance's control panel.

'Maybe if you don't lose this one, you can have one of your own.'

She clutched it tightly to her, her hand waving the busted door open. The darkness radiating off of her was unmistakable.

They had made her this way.

Violet Horne

"What is this?"

She stared at the blade in her hand like it was something wretched.

it is me. and also not me. but this isn't the time for questions, evil is nearby.

Even if Violet had wanted to argue she couldn't. Not with the fresh sound of explosions ringing through the hallways. She carefully made her way towards the sounds. Less confident stride of a warrior, more the hesitant trundling of someone who really did not want to be here. Sadly sometimes you didn't have a choice in the matter.

From one moment to the next Violet wasn't alone anymore.

Instead... face to face with Darth Daiara

"O-oh..." Blinking there, surprised and shocked. "Jedi Knight! We are in danger." Violet said with looming relief, while her attention was drawn to the blue lightsaber humming in the hand of the girl, who couldn't be far from her own age.

Maybe someone more experienced would have realized it immediately.

Luckily for Violet she could lean on ancient wisdom. Quite literally so.

that is no Jedi, you idiot

Before the young padawan could seek clarification, her hand seemed to move off its own accord, reading itself in a battle stance. The rest of her body followed suit only moments later. "N-no, wait..." A grimace there as she stared at the young girl. She didn't seem evil? Not a Darksider, surely? She just seemed... young... and maybe... well, a little bit angry.

"You are a Sith?" Using that word like a curse.

attack, attack, attack, destroy evil

Aradia raised her hand, not wasting a beat as she force shoved at the girl standing before her. "And you're a Jedi," she quipped, her voice mirroring the girl's distaste.

The room she stepped into did not gain her attention, the world tunneling around Aradia. The pulse of the girl's saber thrummed in her ears. Her erratic breaths. The vulnerability of the open door at her back. Aradia didn't hesitate, aiming to force shove the girl again-- keep her stumbling right back into the wall.

Aradia raised her saber between them, attempting to keep the girl pinned. Violet's age didn't even register on Aradia's thoughts. Nor did the girl's sense of confusion. The Jedi had shown no pity on her Academy that day in Bastion, this Jedi would get the same.

"The security room. Where is it?" She wasted no time on formalities. She was here for one thing.

 

[Takui]

He took a deep breath, then exhaled. The power in this place sat on the precipice between exhilarating and intoxicating. With his senses in tune with their resonance, the crystals sang to Taku. Their melancholic melody haunted him.

The Padawan turned his ruby gaze toward the rest of the room, awed by its magnificence. There were still so many secrets in the Galaxy to be uncovered, and so much he had yet to comprehend. "Beautiful," he whispered quietly.

In the same breath, the chorus shifted. The song became a scream, and Taku felt it. Danger, rippling through the immaterial and washing over him like a wave. Instinct seized control, and the green lightsaber snapped to life. It hissed softly as his body whipped around, and the beam caught the blast toward its center.

The energy rebounded to the floor and charred a panel.

Taku saw the woman who fired, the blaster still hot. She was an intruder, and her presence felt full of desperation. He could feel that she wanted something. Determination. Hatred.

Sith.

"Drop your weapon," he commanded. "If you surrender peacefully, I can guarantee you a fair trial."

Alina Tremiru

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Equipment: Family Lightsaber, SIF-7 Minos
Opposition: Takui
Location: Jedha, the Temple of Kyber

Chit. That's right. They could sense things around them like danger. Alina's gaze narrowed further as the jealousy she felt raged in her heart. But no. No. Control. A Sith was not a slave to their emotions. They mastered them. She took a breath as she lowered the blaster and holstered it on her hip. It'd do no good, not yet at least. The smooth cylinder in her other hand erupted with the red blade of her saber. No, she shouldn't be fighting for her own selfish reasons. The Sith would win and eliminate this Jedi threat.

The Empire protects.

Her grip shifted on the saber as she took a more neutral stance. Alina said nothing. He could feel danger, so she needed to cut that off. Had to, if she was going to stand a chance. Around her the Force started to feel.. Off. Spreading further and further around her. No, directed towards him. Her only power in the Force.

Disruption.

She charged forward once she had deadened the Force around her. To put him in range of this ability. To cut him off from the one thing that gave him strength over her and level the playing field. "You're mine, Jedi."

 

[Takui]

Something felt wrong.

It wasn't just enmity now. An all consuming hunger stretched its maw wide and greedily consumed reality itself. Only, nothing disappeared or faded away. It was simply...

The Force wasn't there.

In an instant, the woman bled her emotions outward and warped the intangible. The Dark side was a horrific thing, truly, and this Sith twisted the world to her whim. She refused to surrender, but more, she charged head on.

For Taku, the moment he felt it disappear was almost refreshing. The sensations, the subtle ministrations, every distraction he hadn't fully learned to harness faded away. He could think clearly again.

He watched her close the distance with his body relaxed, loose, and ready.

Taku raised his weapon into a defensive stance and sank slightly, knees bent, feet shoulder width apart. Balance was key. Cooler heads prevail.

Alina Tremiru