Duel Desecration of Jedha | Jedi vs. Sith

[Takui]

"You know," he replied, "I liked you more when you kept your mouth shut."

The woman continued to speak like she had any actual interest in his life; but perhaps she did have one in his wound. He could not hide it from her now, but he could severely limit what she knew about it.

Knowledge is power, son.

It was tragic, that focus Sith placed on death. Mortality. Their views were so different, yet they learned about the same Force. What a shame, the way that they let the soullessness consume them. That fixation would take everything worth having from her.

In order to get what you want, you have to know more than the person you want to get it from. Once they know what you know, they don't need you anymore. Always be certain that they need you.

In some paradoxical way, this Sith needed him. That was why she remained. If she didn't want something from him, this fight wouldn't matter. That was the great divide between them.

He pitied her.

With a grunt of effort, he propelled himself off his back foot. The hop carried him into her guard, and he brought his saber upward, toward the center of her blade. His momentum carried him further, seeking to force her weapon back and close enough to burn her body.

Alina Tremiru

 

[Darth Strosius]

Aelys
---------------------

The masked man silently watched as his enemy approached, his gaze following the Jedi's every movement as he simply waited with his lightsaber at the ready. For a brief few moments he was even impressed by the display. He idly wondered how the other man managed to pull off such moves, his own muscles seeming to get sore at the mere sight of them.

"...you Jedi enjoy your dramatic entrances I see..."

Two out of three that he had met had done something flashy before they faced him. Then again, he had seen plenty of...eccentric Sith so he supposed that it was just how things worked. At least it kept things interesting.

Alisteri looked over the Jedi curiously as he waited, allowing his opponent plenty of time to make the first move. He had yet to face a Jedi so young, seemingly just as if not younger than himself, in combat. This would be an interesting experience nonetheless, perhaps he could rile this Jedi up and get some proper hatred flowing. A converted heretic was far better than a dead one in his mind, and he had yet to convert anyone but himself to the proper side of the Force.

His thoughts and musings were interrupted however as he suddenly had to block an incoming attack that nearly impaled him.

"There we go! Aggression is a path to salvation, Jedi scum!" The acolyte did his best to sound unfazed by the attack as he pushed the blade away from his body using his own. His crimson sabre was soon to leave its blue counterpart however, as he went on the offensive to try and put his opponent on the back-foot. He did his best to clear his mind and focus on the task at hand; he had a Jedi to beat before he could worry about anything else.

Still, he could get a little bit of healthy teasing in.

"Come on! Show me what those foolish masters teach you!"

 

[Alina Tremiru]

"Funny, you're not the first to say that." He wasn't taking the bate. The smile faded after a moment more as she physically changed her stance and outlook. Alina was here to prove herself, not talk to Takui like an old friend. Whomever he was, she was going to take him down. The acolyte sprung forward to match his charge, bringing her blade around to slam into his. He wanted to try and overpower her?

She slipped forward with her blade against his. Angling the strike away and up. Putting all that momentum at an angle so it'd have to slip off and away. Not without injury. Her blade singed against her shoulder. That was a pain she couldn't just push past. The sizzle of flesh. But she was Sith. She used her pain as fuel. Controlled it.

With his weight hopefully off balance she'd try to grab ahold of his wrist and flip him to the ground. To try and twist his wrist. Disarm him. His saber and his training with it outclassed her.

 

[Takui]

She raced forward to meet him, the age old battle of strength versus agility. Her blade turned to an angle that would change his and spread his guard open in the middle. Without abating his forward momentum, he tugged down on the blade and twisted his torso so that he would glide past her side with his body facing hers.

As his feet hit the floor, his weapon came parallel to his body, sending sparks flying from the nexus of their strikes. Ideally, that small motion of magnetic fields grinding would bring her blade closer to her flesh than a simple residual burn; but even if it didn't, he had his blade readied for her to bring another powerful blow his way.

She reached toward him and found his saber in the way. If that didn't discourage the attempt, he would gladly make it an object lesson.

Inertia carried him away, but in all likelihood she would stay square with him. If she did not, he would be behind her. Once more in a defensive stance he watched carefully for any sudden movement.

If not skill with a saber, she was still cunning and dangerous.

Alina Tremiru

 

[Okkeus Dainlei]

Location: Outside the Temple of Kyber
Gear: Lightsaber, Robe
Writing Partner: Val Drutin

It was just something about the Sith that made him uneasy.

Maybe it was the fact that they were murderous creatures, willing to do anything to get what they want. It might be that he once was a Sith, and he knows first hand what destruction they can cause. Rotherham fact at how unpredictable and confusing they were.

Especially Sith wielding purple lightsaber, asking if he wanted to duel.

"Um...a duel? Aren't you, like, wanting to kill me or something?"

His golden saber sat loosely in his robotic hand. As the low hum of the blade stayed ever so present, it began to drown out some of the background noise of the other fighters. Cautiously he took a few steps closer to the man in front of him.

"So like, you are just wanting a sparring match? No life or death stuff? I'm just lost here man."

Stopping a handful of meters away he planted his feet firmly in the ground, holding his position. His Durasteel fingers slowly began wrapping around the lightsaber's hilt. Even if the man did want a friendly duel, he still needed to be ready to fight.

What a confusing situation this was.

 

[Condal Dunstrum]

When he first set foot upon Jedha's soil, the armour-clad Jedi had not truly known what had brought him here. A feeling, a vague message from a friend, it all blended together - the important part was that he was there for a reason, one that would reveal itself sooner or later.

A few days later, the Sith came bringing fire and death, as they always did. A ravenous scourge upon the Balance.

Even armoured as he was, his opponent loomed over him in bulk and height alike, the creature's lightclub exceeding even his sword in reach. Despite his brutish visage, the Sith struck with remarkable speed; a fell foe indeed, but the Force was with him and he knew no fear.

Driving his sword into the incoming lightclub, the superior momentum afforded it by its weight more or less equalised the Sith's superior strength, but the viper-like strikes that followed were a different matter. A few slipped past his guard, though none hit the vulnerable joints. Yet. With a silent exertion, Condal brought his blade down in a curved slash, fully-expecting the Sith to match him. Force willing he would grind him down.

"What do you fight for, Sith? Yourself or the wicked schemes of your masters?"

Xeykard​

 

[Eina L'lerim-Vandiir]

Lirri Vendar
Padawan​

Location: Temple of the Kyber, Jedha City
Equipment: J-3 "Tranquility" Class Jedi Battle Armor | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit undersuit | Yellow blade lightsaber | G1 OmniLink
Tag: Iasha Rha

Lirri has also been in this place, most recently meditating. It was necessary after a visit to Anzat and then @Pom Stych Tive. Although she learned a lot about the Dark Side, it only further strengthened the little girl that the Dark Side could not survive and she was determined to believe the teachings of the Light Side and wanted to carry out its will. Despite spending several weeks as the “guest” of the Night Sister’s Matriarch, the Dark Side had no power over the little girl. And the Sith were here again now.

The little girl was more prepared than before at Anzat, now she had also acquired armour and proper equipment. She still didn't have a new master, which broke her down because she wanted to improve and develop. It's been a long time since her master died during the siege of Bastion. Since then, she still had the feeling that everyone had forgotten about her. Lirri watched and learned that way. Fortunately the little girl wanted to develop on her own, so she always watched others and learned a few things as well.

But it wasn’t the same as if someone had been there and was just dealing with her, her development, maybe one day. Now what mattered was that the Sith had to perish, they could not stay in this holy land, they could not defile this place. Still, they did enough damage in the Galaxy, it was time to put an end to it. She, too, hurried forward to the place where the Sith arrived. As she looked around, she noticed a red-skinned twi’lek girl about the same age as her. She's going to be a good opponent, at least that's what she might have thought.

”The Sith has no place on this planet, I will not let you do even more damage in the Galaxy!” said in her girlish voice.

​

 

[Val Drutin]

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

"Um... a duel? Aren't you, like, wanting to kill me or something? So like, you are just wanting a sparring match? No life or death stuff? I'm just lost here man."

Val glanced at the vicious fighting occurring around them, then looked back at the Jedi Knight as if he were a moron.

"What are you, a valley girl? 'Um, so like, yeah'! C'mon blondie, let's do an old style duel to the death! Go out like Alexander Hamilton!" Assuming a fencer's position with his feet apart and his lightsaber pointed forward, he cried, "Have at thee!" and lunged at the befuddled Knight.

 

[Aelys]

Darth Strosius

While he moved, Aelys' features were placid, as if combating this Sith was a menial task like dusting off the shelves back in the Coruscant Temple. The lack of emotion was typical of the Padawan. He had had years of practice at hiding his emotions externally. But internally, he was a whirl of unbridled anger, hardly focused as he pressed forwards to impale the Sith.

The words he spoke passed through one ear and at the other like he hadn't heard them at all. For despite the calm that was the surface of his skin, his adrenaline was pumping, and the sound of his heart thumping in his ears muted the sound of irrelevancy that fell from the Sith's mouth.

When his lunging attack was pushed to the side, Aelys' extended leg slid back, his left hand sliding further up the length of the saberstaff to grasp it by the middle and perform a downwards arc in front of him to parry the Sith's blade and flick it off to the side as he stepped forwards into his guard. The saberstaff rotating in his hand as he moved to jab the deactivated side of the weapon into the side of his head.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Darth Wyrm

And so the security terminal went boom. The inhabitants of the temple could surely replace it, so Elpsis was not concerned about property damage. Flames crackled in its remains. Presumably the blast affected the Feoorin in some manner. In any event, Elpsis did feel a spark of pain emanating through the Force. But again the threads led elsewhere. Somewhere other than the Feoorin she had been tossing fire at. Curious. Something was very off about it. However, before she had time to process this, arms came for her! A multitude of arms, to be precise. They suddenly burst through the wall.

They were illusions, but tangible enough to affect the real world. Or for fire to burn. Forced to divert her attention away from her foe, Elpsis summoned a cloak of fire around her. Just in time to burn the first probing arm. The fires crackled as another limb reaching for her was burnt. Concentration was written over Elpsis' features. A scorched arm was clove in twain by Inferno. The blade burnt orange. The colour of passion. Some might say it skirted crimson. The smell of charred flesh filled the air.

But there was a multitude of arms coming her way. Even when scorched, they still struck. One got past her shield and slammed its clenched fist into her face. She was wearing her helmet, but concussive force still transferred. It hurt and she was left briefly disorientated and the cloak weakened. Enough for arms to grab her from beneath and cause her to fall hard with a loud thud. She fended another attack off. Then her head was suddenly raised and slammed back into the ground hard. Pain shot through her skull. There was blood dripping down her forehead. She tasted the viscera on her lips. A massive hand wrapped around her throat. The fingers were not real, but they felt it when they squeezed tightly, choking her and making her gasp for air. But the unyielding vice-grip would not loosen.

Elpsis knew all too well that some illusions were realistic enough to kill. Her mother - her birth mother - had been a master of such arts. Elpsis had not inherited that aptitude or rather not chosen to develop. She could perform mentalism, but it was brute force. She could, however, shield her mind. Her Tephrike and the Witch-Necromancer Matsu Xiangu had put her through the path of blood and iron.

She managed to reach for her sabre and the orange blade sliced through the shadowy flesh, freeing herself. She gave no verbal response to the Sith's attempts to taunt her. She was, as a rule, not talkative in combat. Threats and taunts were distractions. The fire that rippled from her hands was her answer. Rather than a singular fireball, it was a wave of flame that swept towards the room. Area-of-effect was harder to avoid. It had the advantage of being useful whether there was a mirage or not. The cracks inside her flesh burnt intensely.

 

[Darth Strosius]

Aelys
---------------------

The seeming calm of his opponent did not go unnoticed by the acolyte, his eye narrowing as his words failed to yield any fruit. Evidently the infamous peace of a Jedi's mind was strong with this one. No matter, all he needed to do was find the right button to push.

Well, he'd have to find it once his ears stopped ringing from that strike to his head of course.

Stunned for a moment, Alisteri nearly stumbled back but caught himself. "Fething Jedi." He hissed in pain, gritting his teeth as he quickly recomposed himself and stepped back; bringing up his sabre to block or deflect another possible attack as he put a step or two of distance between them. He hadn't fought against someone wielding a saberstaff before, and it showed.

Hopefully his enemy wasn't as quick at moving his weapon, but there was only one way to find out.

With a growl he launched himself at the Jedi again, bringing his lightsaber down in and overhead strike whilst his free, left, hand moved to try and deliver a punch to the other's gut.

 

[Iroh Gedari]

Now he understood.

When the red blades had emerged, screaming their war cries and igniting the spark of hate that now permeated throughout the Force, Iroh had begun to comprehend why he had been directed here. Having guided those pilgrims closest to him to a safer area under the direction of local security forces, the old Jedi Master moved throughout the city, never engaging unless he was attacked first or if he felt the need to intervene.

Most of them never saw him coming.

As he directed a group of frightened pilgrims past the decapitated body of a Sith that had been murdering them one by one, Iroh’s attention was drawn upwards to one of the many balconies overlooking the procession route. Up there, one who watched but did not participate ( Mordecai Zambrano ). Was it because he was above such things? Pressing his lips together in thought, Iroh strode forward towards the particular building, a purpose forming in his mind.

Whoever was up there obviously was of great power and authority. Either they could be convinced to order a stand down, or killing them could cut off the head of the serpent and allow a much easier defeat of the body.

As he approached the door of the turbolift that would take him up to the particular balcony, Iroh suddenly bent forward as a crimson blade hissed through the air where his neck would have been a second prior. Instantly, Iroh twisted around in a crouch and activated his lightsaber, the azure blade catching the second strike solidly before it bisected the Jedi Master. His left hand then flew forward, sending his attacker flying backward with a Force push into a stone wall and knocking her out cold.

Satisfied, Iroh stood up to his full height and deactivated his weapon, clipping it back to his belt as he turned and entered the turbolift. His right hand pressed the button for the balcony, causing the doors to close and the car to ascend upward.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

// Lord Inquisitor Fordyce //
// Jedha //
// Maynard Treicolt //

Jedha wasn't much to speak of in Jorryn's mind. Another sandy desert out in the middle of nowhere, the only smidgeon of relevance it held towards the galaxy was some old abandoned temple. The Echani never understood neither the Jedi nor the Sith's fascination with the ancient. In Jorryn's experience, all it held was dusty old tomes and knowledge of fools long dead.

Wasn't it the Sith that believed in teaching strength through dissemination? Why then were they constantly digging away at old buildings, eager to find a holocron of some ancient Sith that got killed by the one after them?

Regardless, it didn't matter today anyway. This time it was the Jedi that were making the mistake of giving too much value to the past, pilgrims both of the Jedi and those that valued their ways making themselves easy targets for ambush. The Sith had been caught on the backfoot too many times during their war with the NIO and GA, any opportunity to strike back against the Jedi without the full backing of their fleets was certainly something the Sith didn't want to miss out on. The Lord Inquisitor specifically found herself wanting to vent frustration through means one doesn't have in an office.

The title of Lord Inquisitor didn't matter here, there was so rank or order when it came to this fight. This was all Sith out for blood, not much organization or thought beyond scour the temple and kill all Jedi in and around it. Jorryn herself had made her way into the centre of the Holy City, the temple itself already flooded with blades both red and blue. A black hood covered silver hair as she made her way through the chaos of the city, ignoring all the peasants as they flooded by her to escape indoors. She was here to kill Jedi, not the dirty citizenship of this planet.

The Echani's search for an opponent came to an end as she found a blue blade through the fog of bodies, it's wielder directing civilians away from the battle. Amber eyes tracing the blade up to its wielder's face, a spark of recognition running through her mind as she tried to place it. Borosk. She hadn't gotten his name back then, but whoever he was, he had been responsible for separating Jorryn from Rae.

She almost felt blessed as a smirk curled on her dark lips.

"Jedi!" She shouted over the chaotic sounds of the crowds to pull his attention, using one hand to pull her hood down and the other to draw her lightsaber. "You were at Borosk weren't you? I have a couple questions for you."

 

[Alina Tremiru]

It was, perhaps, her biggest flaw in this fight. To press on like she had. To haphazardly risk her flesh just to try and win was a foolish task. What Takui intended as he put more pressure on his blade. She screamed. The lingering burn of her shoulder and how it gouged flesh even she couldn't just push to the back of her mind. She was an acolyte. Sith, but young. Everything in her mind changed. She was no longer trying to win this to prove her strength.

Now all she wanted to do was escape. Her eyes were wide and frantic as the power she held over the Jedi faded. No longer was the Force suppressed. She didn't have control. Alina stumbled away from Takui with her blade in one hand. The other was curled to her chest. Moving the arm made the pain even worse.

"Chit. Chit! Damnit!" She cursed far more than just that. Back the way she came. That's how she could get away. That's how she'd have to get away.

 

[Takui]

"H-hey!" the woman turned to flee, and Taku held out his hand after her. Suddenly, the world was acutely there again, and that same hand flew up clutched his head as his senses overloaded. With no time to prepare for the sudden influx, he stalled, unable to fully give chase. "Come back! I won't hurt you, please! We can get you help! The Jedi can heal your wounds and purify the darkness inside you!"

He shook his head, but kept his weapon ready in case she decided to fire back at him. Taku had managed to prevent a Sith from spreading their corruption to the Jedha temple, but he wanted to do more. He wanted to bring her back from the brink.

She was still inexperienced. There was still time. She could still be saved.

"Please," he implored.

Alina Tremiru

 

[Alina Tremiru]

He wasn't following. She could actually get away. Somewhere safe. She wasn't strong enough for this. She needed to get stronger. And yet his words caught her off guard completely. Alina froze where she was midrun, turning to look over her shoulder. Yellow eyes showed just how confused the young Sith was by this offer.

No. She was weak. She would not let herself get weaker.

Alina's eyes narrowed as she glared at Takui . He was insulting her. She wasn't weak. She wasn't! Her glare only grew the longer she looked at the padawan, but she couldn't bring herself to say something back and counter. So she kept running. She needed to escape and figure out how to get strong so she'd never again be subjected to the embarrassment of a Jedi trying to help her.

 

[Takui]

She disappeared from view, but not before he caught the look in her eyes. Taku could feel the conflict, and when it blossomed into fear, hate, and rage, he let his hand fall. So she was further gone than he first believed. He frowned.

It was a sad thing to think that someone would reject help that they sorely needed. Pride got in the way, but worse than pride, there was a sinking feeling in his gut. What if it got worse? What if, in letting her flee, she let that hatred consume her and fell deeper into the darkness?

There were things beyond his control, and that he had to learn not to dwell on. He told himself that, but in the end, Taku was human. He would worry over her, even though he never learned her name.

The darkness was intoxicating. It lured people in and ate them alive. All that was left when it finished was a hollow shell. He could feel her still, even though she was further and further away, until finally she faded into obscurity. All the while, he shook his head.

His blade retreated into its hilt.

"This is Padawan Mihzu," he spoke into a comm. "A Sith has taken flight from the central crystal hub. I'm going to remain here for the moment to keep watch, but be on high alert. Subject is female, late teens or early twenties. Eyes evidence corruption, and she has blonde hair. Just around 1.8 meters. Be advised, she is armed with a lightsaber and a blaster, but she has been wounded."

Alina Tremiru

 

[Romi Jade]

Tags: Darth Kizash

Romi felt the Force flood through her; it was partially keeping her standing really...

She'd been one of three members in the Jedi formation on this side, and just across the strip from where another Jedi Knight was engaged in a duel with what seemed to be with a Lord, they'd been separated in the ensuing chaos. The fighting on her side had come in waves; she manned it anyway with what strength she had.

She threw herself back and wove the humming scarlet blade back and forth before cutting off her opposition. "Get back!" motioning with her free hand for the innocents to scatter.

There was three of them, hissing in concert with the whining of their crimson weapons -- she'd only just recovered from her coma, and her limits were still unknown to her, she opted on making quick and decisive maneuvers...

Like a krayt dragon hungry for a meal, they advanced, making a solid drive for her center.

She slid to the right and blocked a red slash low right, directing the red blade away and into the solid stone. Pivoting on her left foot, she snapped a sidekick into the woman's belly, driving her back; she wore an armored breastplate, it'd partially shield her from the full strength of the kick, but wouldn't stop her from catching her heels on debris and going down, temporarily taking her out of the fight.

Then, she ducked beneath a slash meant to open her from shoulder to shoulder. She stabbed the scarlet beam through the space between the next humanoid's legs, cocked her wrist, and stroked the blade against the back of his left knee. Tugging, she came up and through the limb, severing it completely. She glided back to avoid his weak retaliation as she hit the pavement.

The third came for her snarling. She charged him, and snapped her blade down in an overhand cut to halt his forward movement. She picked up speed on the cut, forcing him into a block. Pulling from her lower body, she pushed in with her blade hand, then slid the lightsaber's hilt down -- she hammered his breastbone with her saber hilt, then hooked her right leg behind his and dumped him to the ground.

She lurched backwards before falling into a sprint. She widened her stride as she raced across the strip, then vaulted the balustrade to drop to the next level below, witnessing the painful conflict between the Knight and Sith Lord from afar. Some feet away before she could jump in and aid.

She sought after them anyway...her autopilot kicked in.

 

[Desbre Gensan]

​

Location: In the Churn​

Equipment: Simple Jedi Robes, inherited lightsaber, light-filtering lenses, aquata breather, Hush-style comlink, liquid cable launcher, food/nutrient pills, stim pills,​

Tag: Takui​

Dance Partner: Calin Harr​

Des had never been to Jed'ha and only in recent times heard about it. But then the news of the upcoming pilgrimage to the Temple of the Kyber had come across the Comport. Despite tensions between the NJO and Silvers, she'd decided to chance the journey after askance from her master. But as she went she couldn't escape the sense of foreboding she had. Though there be no reason for it she could discern. Maybe recent meetings had left her with an ill taste. But no, there were others she recognized making the Pilgrimage, some she'd even call a friend.

So it was when the attack came she'd hesitated only a moment before her saber swept out with that classic snap-hiss and resonant hum filling the space. At first, it was pure chaos in the churn. A rock, a missile the size of her head moving so fast she could barely see it sped toward her. But warning from the Force and trusting it's guidance let her bend backward out of the way so swiftly it sailed maybe two centimeters over her nearly-prone body.

Landing hard on her back she kicked back up and onto her feet. Whirling about she deflected a blaster bolt then spotted a group of cowering pilgrims, civilians. This attack was meant for the Jedi, she knew, but the Sith weren't of a mind to spare anyone. Moving to take a defensive stance over them she called out to make sure they were alright, then swiftly cut through the wall once, twice, then taking a hold of it in the Force, she made a fist and pulled, yanking it out of the wall, and placed the large triangular chunk between her and the Sith where it could be a momentary shield. "GO," she bellowed.

They went quickly, ducking out of the street and into a dwelling where they could pass through into more relative safety.

Whirling about, she spotted Calin Harr with blaster and saber, close enough to do something about. She found herself wishing she had a blaster. At least that had a Stun setting on it. She had no illusions she could render him unconscious with a touch of the Force. It was then she heard Taku come over the net. Grabbing her Hush-style comlink she opened up. "Affirm. You alright, Taku?"

 

[Takui]

"Copy that, Desbre, I'm fine."

Taku was thankful that the other Padawan came to Jedha to fight against the Sith. This was a sacred place, strong with the Living Force. It was vital that it not become a wellspring for evil.

Though he was worried that there might be internal bleeding, if there was it would be minor. If something had ruptured, he'd be much worse off than he was currently. That situation could have gone very badly if things continued.

"Let me know if you need any help, otherwise I'll just wait to rendezvous with the others."

Desbre Gensan