[ENDGAME] Ghosts of Lothal

[Doran Ren]

Location: ​Landing zone, moving to Jedi temple
Objective: ​Kill the Jedi, establish our order in the temple
​Allies: ​All FO personal, [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Varas Ren"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Sieger Ren"]
Enemies: ​All Jedi
Music: (X)

Doran hummed an old tune as his TIE V/N jolted through the atmosphere of lothal, his gloved hands gripping the steering yoke. He couldn't help but grin as he approached the large grassy clearing where he could see a group of dead Jedi. He smirked and brought the ship to the surface and whispered to himself "Come on lads save some for the rest of us." ​The TIE's engines rumbled and shook the grass below as the ships wings touched down into the soft dirt. Doran leaped from the open cockpit and attached his mask to his face and pulled his hood over his dark hair. His eyes surveyed the field of fallen force users. He began to stride towards the ranking Ren, Decitus.

He smiled as he stepped over the corpses of young Jedi, he nearly tripped over the arm of one which was coldly grasping his leg. In an act that took less than a second he activated his saber, severed the corpses arm in anger, and deactivated the saber. He gave a short bow and approached the master of Ren, placing his lightsaber back on his belt. "Master Decitus, I don't believe I've made your acquaintance. Doran Ren at your service, I see its time to bring an end to the Jedi's presence here? Maybe we can finally end this once and for all."

 

[Dirk Bannahan]

Lothal's surface,​

On top of The Jedi Temple.​

Allies: [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Sieger Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Ilya Cardonne"]​

Enemies: [member="Iturizu Yuvie"] | [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"]​

Racosidae swallowed a gulp of air in sudden intake, pulling in greedily as pain flooded through her ribs. Her violet eyes bulged as the diminutive Ren realized that her purple strands of slick hair draped across her cheeks and downward. Occasionally, gravity would cause loose debris to flutter past her face, bouncing an innumerable amount of times as pebbles or shredded armor ticked and pinged down the chalky remnants of pulverized dust. First the sensation of blood rushing to her head enveloped her awareness, then the painful bite of safety straps pressed their entrapping web upon her damaged chest. Grimacing, she struggled to look about the wrecked, flaming remains of the dropship. The stink of cooking fat wafted up her nostrils as the seriousness of the situation slowly settled in. Across the groaning wreckage the only other person who was quick enough to secure their safety harness was engulfed in flames from the face down to the level of their stomach -the morbid result of lit fuel seeping down a series of cracked rivets and structural beams which had been wrenched into wicked shapes. Luckily the unidentified disciple was already dead, or at least Rae was happy enough to assume such.

It occurred to her that staying put was against her best interest, undoubtedly cosigning herself to death in guarantee. Aware that the alternative was almost equally unpleasant, Rae broke open the various straps holding her as prisoner.

Her next moments of awareness passed so quickly that she might argue that they actually occurred. Dropping a few meters and bouncing down the sides of the jagged edges of the craft bereft of grace or dexterous control gave her a new definition of pain as various parts of her limbs and blue cloak snagged on this or that. A particularly violent snap in her shoulder shook her from the reality of her existence, and the young warrior crumpled down the sides of the rubble with the unknown boon that the poor souls before her provided. Other stormtroopers had poured out of the haggard opening in the shuttle, becoming stuck in the most nasty of bits or sheering into pieces as the craft collapsed piece by piece upon them. In Racosidae’s transformative state, she slid and careened unto and rolled past corpse after corpse comprised from her former platoon of fighters. Eventually the now chalky slicked Ren landed in a pool of chunky blood, burnt embers, and various conglomerates of churlish viscera multiple stories below the final crash site of the doomed dropship.

She laid there in the murk for a few minutes as the world above and around burped fire and whined with the singing plasma blasts from squadron after squadron of starfighters that passed and spun. She watched the dogfights and hot streaks of black smoke slicing across the horizon. Decided that it was time to move on the Ren crawled with one arm over to a ledge, not realizing that she was fouling the very objective they had come to seize by force. Still in a stupor, she reviewed her equipment as she found a nice nook to cower in. In the commotion her utility belt was gone, and her lightsaber was nowhere to be seen. All she had was the thinly armored bodyglove already compromised in a number of places and the once luxurious armorweave cloak that now clung to her body in sickly red tones. Lacking any kind of communicator or emergency beacon to call for help, Rae began to gingerly touch her left shoulder and chest, determining that something in there had to be fractured at best.

Tired now, she used her working hand to pull the hood over her face and withdrew into the privacy of her own mind, seeking to pool together enough energy to make a go at some miracle before resigning completely.

 

[Progflaw99]

Location: Lothal, Jedi Temple Area​

Allies: [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Varas Ren"]
[member="Madelyn Lowe"] | [member="Varex"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Ilya Cardonne"]
[member="Racosidae"] | [member="Doran Ren"]
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Enemies: [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"] | [member="Iturizu Yuvie"]​

Though the shuttle around him bucked and protested against the aggressive flight pattern it took, Sieger's focus was unbroken. Time and time again he had drawn upon the Force, coerced it to do his bidding. No - he commanded it to do his bidding, and obey it did. The Jedi far below would likely see his manipulation of the strange power to be a perversion of its nature, The Dark Side. Unnatural. They would never understand the need for order, they refused to bow to the greater order, the order which would see them all safe and protected. Instead they chose to fight back against 'Control' or 'Tyranny', the words of propaganda thrown about like a huttball in play. Their time to see the truth was upon them.

Even as Sieger's mind coursed like inky tendrils through the waves of the Force he could feel the presence of the Jedi upon the surface. Defiance radiating like a miniature sun in the face of the darkness impressing itself upon them. Even in the face of such might they held onto the quickly fading rays of hope as if they were a bonfire - a raging inferno that would consume them in their folly.

One of mind the pilots of the shuttles drove harder towards the surface, unmolested as the covering fire from the Star Destroyers and Cruisers in orbit successfully cutting off the most ready avenues for intercepting the blackened shuttles. Sieger's chosen had made it this far, soon they would arrive on the field of battle. It was there their mettle would be tested and if all went well, an extinguishing of all hope that had held their enemy thus far. Too long had they defiantly stood amidst the war machine of the First Order, defying all odds and calculations the Supreme Leader could muster.

It was time...​

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For Lothal..​

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To Fall.​

The Landing had been rough. That's all he knew for certain. Too engaged in conjuring an immovable shroud throughout the very fabric of the Force, Sieger had hardly even known they had arrived except by the sudden and violent jarring of the deck beneath the feet of his physical body. For a fraction of a second there was silence - a gaping void of sound in which you could hear your heartbeat slow and methodical. *Thump Thump* The blood pumping to every muscle in your body, adrenaline coursing through your veins. *Thump Thump* - and then the silence was broken.

A cacophony of noise, grating of the boarding ramp as it descended, blaster fire as the automated turrets began to lay down covering fire to clear the landing zone, and then the voice of Sieger permeated it all - drilling down to the very soul. Audible to all despite the symphony of horror unfolding at what appeared to be the ground leading up to where the temple rose into the sky.

"You have all been chosen - You have given me your blood and sweat but I see you have yet more to offer. Show me what it means to be a servant of Sieger. Terrible. Merciless. Unforgiving. Forget not our enemy's insolence, their treachery, their lies. Masquerading as the greater good, spreading their chaos wherever they go. Now is the time for vengeance for those lost on Kaeshana. For the dead at Mustafar and Hoth. For the fallen at Dagobah. We will see their debt paid." Vehemence unexperienced by his own seeped through every word, the edge of his voice cutting through the fog of the battle joined. "Consecrate the soil here with blood - your Supreme Leader demands it."​

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A surge of darkness spilled out from the man, an ethereal shockwave felt in not only ripples through the force but as tidal waves crashing against the shore. Those within its radius were engulfed, emboldened by Sieger's presence and tempted with the mere taste of power their Supreme Leader weilded - power that could be theirs. As his power grows, so also will yours. The words of the Knights and Masters at Bastion would echo through their minds, compelling them to strike faster, harder, and to leave none alive. The time for negotiation was over, that much was certain. Sieger's own footsteps carried him forward, bounding from the boarding ramp of his shuttle and into the unfolding fray. With a vibrant flash his blade ignited, mere milliseconds before a vibrant blue bolt of plasma reached him, deflecting it harmlessly away. Whether from a soldier, a Jedi, or an autoturret, it made no difference to Sieger. His retinue no doubt in his wake he bound across the open ground towards the base of the large stairs, a sneer across his twisted features as one final message boomed through the air and in the minds of his own.

"Put them in the ground."​

 

[Kahne Porte]

Location: Jedi Temple
Allies:[member="Iturizu Yuvie"] [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Enemies: [member="Sieger Ren"] [member="Ilya Cardonne"] [member="Samka Derith"]

The Jedi Master looked over to Master Kortun and he nodded his head with a determined look in his eyes as he glanced ahead of him. He didn't know the Jedi Master on a personnel level but had heard his name mentioned around and he was to be trusted from what he heard. The force is with you my friend. Kahne spoke through the force towards the Jedi as another individual had spoken that Kahne did now know.

Kahne glanced to his side and just smirked slightly and cocked his head to the side just a little bit. "My first guess is, a lot." He said which was meant to be serious but might've have given a small sense of humor to the situation that could've helped ease tension.

The Jedi Master could see them from afar, as the enemy spilled out towards the front and had soon engaged Jedi and Alliance personnel alike. The darkness surged forward and he himself could feel the tendrils of the darkside smashing against them. Fear was apparent, however the Jedi Master stood strong as his he called upon the force and his own aura and lightside energy lashed out and would combat this evil, he wouldn't stop and he wouldn't allow this darkness to overcome them.

"Stand fast my friends." The Jedi Master shouted out, as his lightsaber flew to his hand and the green blade came to life from the hilt. "Stand strong, do not give in to fear. Fight!" Kahne stood in a defensive stance, as one of the first few Knights of Ren struck against him and Jedi Master would fight back with all his hope and fury.

 

[Vek Calridge]

Location: In atmosphere above Lothal City, approaching Galactic Alliance complex
Objective: ​Strafe GA ground forces, destroy GA starfighter hangars and point defense systems
​Allies: ​All FO personal
Enemies: ​All GA personal

Vek's TIE fighter shuttered as the starfighter ripped through the clouds followed by his newly appointed squadron. As he flipped switches and accelerated the ship the large city came into view as well as the shuttles holding the Knights of Ren and a compliment of stormtroopers. Vek grinned as he listened to the raging engines of his ship, this is what he lived for. He activated his comms and cleared his throat "Alright squad we are moving in on the target. Keep their point defense guns off our shuttles and hit for their ground hangars before they can launch too many fighters for us to handle. Good luck, lets drop em." Vek pushed the TIE to its limits as the ship began to slice through the air towards the ground. He came yards within the shuttles sending a shudder through the troop bearing ships. Not a moment later red laser bolts began to fly past the ships from the ground, blindfiring towards the distant fighters. The sixteen fighters swerved and weaved through the lasers as the clearly surprised ground crews attempted to shoot down the TIEs. Vek grunted as he quickly jolted to the right to avoid of volley of laser bolts. "Eight of you hit those point defense batteries, the rest of you follow me."

Vek's TIE as well as eight other fighters moved to the right while the others moved towards the ground to the left. Illuminating the GA ground units with green laser bolts, a fantastic display of flames and explosions erupting from what was point defense cannons. The other TIEs began to head straight for a large set of buildings as well as a large landing sight filled with various starfighters. As the TIEs were only a few hundred yards above the field of ships and hangars Vek and his squadron could see the scrambling pilots below trying to get their fighters in the air. Vek's targeting computer locked onto a line of grounded X-Wings. His gloved hands gripped the steering yoke and his thumbs pressed into the red buttons that would bring plasma and death to the pilots below. His fighter as well as his squadrons lit the ground with green bolts of plasma, burning through the
scrambling pilots and downed ships alike.

 

[Progflaw99]

Location: Lothal, Jedi Temple Area​

Allies: [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Varas Ren"]
[member="Madelyn Lowe"] | [member="Varex"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Ilya Cardonne"]
[member="Racosidae"] | [member="Doran Ren"]
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Enemies: [member="Kahne Porte"] (Engaging) | [member="Tiland Kortun"] | [member="Iturizu Yuvie"]​

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Violence. The field of battle was rife with it. Wide sweeping slashes cut across those who stood in Sieger's path. Others were cut down by their own blaster fire reflected and redirected - the momentum wouldn't last forever though. Already between his strikes at the enemy Sieger could see a second wave rallying behind the first, forming what would likely be an impasse. Already he could feel the energy radiating from the cluster ahead, a man standing firmly on two feet shouting to those around him. The Supreme Leader couldn't hear his voice over the vibrant hum of his crimson saber but he could feel the Force staving off the welling darkness. A sneer of disgust creased his features as he stepped forward to engage yet another foe intent on beating him back.

*They're brave.* he thought. *Foolish, but brave.* Sieger had spent many of the First Order's years operating from the shadows, pulling the strings of government, only recently having made a more conscious effort to appear. And appear he had.

The Jedi in front of him couldn't have been half Sieger's age, maybe even a quarter. No child by any means but young, likely inexperienced - and yet, resolute. There was an irritating defiance about him, jaw clenched tightly as the lightsaber hilt was gripped tightly in his grasp. He would die like the rest, but for a moment Sieger was overcome with curiosity. It was only that brief lapse which drew his focus which allowed the Jedi to live a moment longer, long enough to raise his blade for a strike. Hastily Sieger's own blade snapped up, a flourish as he batted aside his enemy's weapon. With a smooth thrust his blade slipped past his foe's guard and into his abdomen, a sharp gasp emanating from the Jedi's lips as he breathed his last.

All around Sieger the others fought their own battles, no doubt some of the younger disciples falling alongside their enemy. Through the fog of war, Sieger's attention once more fell upon the stalwart man ahead, this time hearing cries of motivation shouted across the din of the battlefield. Sieger knew what he was going to do. To instill fear, to destroy hope, to invoke despair - he had but one task. Eliminate those who bore even the slightest of chance at rallying those left behind. To guarantee their victory he would eliminate that bastion of hope. As the body fell before the Supreme Leader, his voice carried over the battlefield, eyes locked on the figure there. Blade raised in silent challenge, Sieger spoke a single word.

"You."
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[Doran Ren]

Location: ​Landing zone, moving to Jedi temple
Objective: ​Kill the Jedi, establish our order in the temple
​Allies: ​All FO personal, Samka Derith Varas Ren Kyrel Ren Sieger Ren
Enemies: ​All Jedi (attacking) [member="Iturizu Yuvie"]
Music: (X)

Doran's crimson saber gleamed as its tore through one alliance trooper after another. The disciple grunted as he advanced through the crowd of battling troopers, Jedi, and Ren while his saber blocked laser bolts. As he was charging towards the temple and cutting down Galactic Alliance scum he was shocked by a hard hit to the left side of his temple. The dark warrior fell to the ground and grunted as he turned to see another Jedi charging him while he was on the ground. The Ren let out an enraged scream as he lept forward and used his left hand to grab the young Jedi by the throat and drive his saber deep into their chest. They must have been caught off guard by his quick recovery and surprising aggressiveness. He grinned at the Jedi as they fell to the dirt feeling the burning hole where their left lung had been. Doran continued running toward the temple, dodging blasters left and right when he was yet again impaired by more Jedi, one charging him head on, the other from his left. The young Ren both of his hands to grip the Jedi in front of him with the force, placing on a vice on their body and slinging them to the side towards the Jedi to the left. Impaling the first Jedi on the seconds saber. Doran laughed demonically as he threw his saber which decapitated both at once.

His enjoyment faded as his saber returned to his hand and he turned to see a female Jedi standing resolute at the entrance to the temple. She appeared to be composed in the face of battle, and Doran wouldn't stand for that. As a disciple his skills were limited, but he always had an idiotic confidence about him which tended to get him into situations he couldn't handle. He began to sprint at full speed towards the Jedi, grinning as he traversed the ground closing the distance between himself and his opponent. He turned for a brief moment towards his fellow Ren and yelled out to anyone listening, "I might need some help with this one!"

Doran flew past the many obstacles in his way, his eyes burning with fury as his crimson saber hummed in his right hand. He could only hope another Ren was going to assist him here. The Ren let out a maniacal cackle as he jumped near ten feet in the air gripping his saber with both hands and bringing it down as hard as he could towards the aqaulish. The sabers of the two foes clashed and Doran peered into her eyes through the sparks of the two blades and grinned behind his mask,

"Hello love. Your life ends here."

 

[Iturizu Yuvie]

Location: Jedi Temple
Allies: [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Enemies: [member="Sieger Ren"] [member="Ilya Cardonne"] [member="Samka Derith"]

Yuvie stood near the trenches that surrounded the Temple, reaching for his saber as the First Order ships approached, the red blade spinning forward from the hilt. Why? Well Yuve was still a Sith, even if the Mirlan had changed sides, leaned more towards the light then dark and held no joy in being related to that 'other' order he still followed the code and it's beliefs. Only hoped non of the GA troops attack him out of habit due to choice in weapon.

In front of him Kahne stood firm, shouting to the troops to hold fast as the enemy Ren came crashing against them, a sect that in the Mirialans mind was far more fanatic then most Sith. "Don't show them fear, they feed off it, keep a level head and that is half the battle won, shatter their moral, make them think the battle is futile, don't let scare tactics make you waver". Bracing himself the wave of charging Rena and First Order troopers hit, not for one second stopping, not even despite the casualties they raked up charging over a flat plane, but that was not going to stop the crashing wave.

The enemy force came into the defenses like crashing wave, Yuvie almost being knocked back by a Ren who came at full force, just managing to block their blade, not a position he wanted to be in for long, more so if the enemy double teamed him. Letting the enemy attack follow through he allowed his hilt to spit, puling it over and around the enemy's crimson blade, making the Ren over extend, before his quickly trusted the saber through their face. A quick clean kill but nothing impressive, said Ren most likly being fresh and charged in with the feeling of being invincible and more powerful then any meager Jedi... well Yuvie he was not a Jedi.

Drawing his blade back the Mirialan started to back pedal towards the temple stairs once more, blocking blaster bolts back towards the enemy as the two side clashed, this may very well be a losing battle, but the GA was going to make them pay for very inch of ground. Well until a person bounded at him, bringing a crashing blade against his own with quite a powerful blow, a sadistic smile across their face. "Love really that's what your going for Ren"? Yuvie replied putting weight behind the saber locked before side stepping to let the man follow through, holding the saber hilt in a form 2 position.

 

[Samka Derith]

Location: Lothal landing zone --> Jedi Temple​

Allies: [member="Doran Ren"] | [member="Sieger Ren"] | [member="Racosidae"] | [member="Ilya Cardonne"]​

Enemies: [member="Iturizu Yuvie"] | [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"]​

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"Charmed," she nodded her head towards the bowing figure of Doran Ren. "Just in time for the extermination campaign," the young girl muttered darkly. "I do hope you're not afraid of a little bloodshed." Looking at how the young man had desecrated the dead, she didn't expect he would. Using tendrils of Dark Side to probe at his mind and power, she saw an untested but powerful warrior. Unstable perhaps but a rabid dog could be useful when pointed at the proper foe.

Her assessment of the Disciple was placed aside, however, when she felt a familiar and beautiful Dark presence approaching.

The Supreme Leader was approaching.

As the man she was devoted to landed, the young Ren stood perfectly upright, rigid in posture. Totally unreadable on the surface but beneath her helmet, she smirked. A smirk which broke into a deranged grin.

As the Supreme Leader demands, she thought to herself, basking in his Darkness as he led them into battle.

As the battle ignited, Samka Derith could practically ignore it. The girl's bizarre aura and unnatural agility let her manoeuvre through the fighting without yet having to bring her crimson blade to bare. She weaved, dancing and skipping her way past blaster fire and the slashing of Lightsabers, relying on her allies to take out any who may dare approach her, subtly moving so that friend and foe would collide and she could move in further undeterred. Her goal was to reach the Temple doors.

The Jedi Temple of Lothal was magnificent in its simplicity. It was an ancient structure of stone and caverns which the Jedi had converted to their cause. Now the Ren would convert it to theirs.

Extending both palms outwards, she called upon the Dark Side to assist her. The Light was strong here but she was too and with the power granted to her merely by being in the presence of her Supreme Leader, she was certain that the doors would yield to her within moments. She crushed down on the door, attempting to smash it to bits. There was likely a trick to gain entry, some requirements to be met in the past but the Alliance Jedi had done away with such defence mechanisms when they lifted it from the ground. Privately, she now wondered if that was a deliberate act by their secret allies but questions could be asked later. Actions would be taken now.

As the stone began to crumble, she heard a voice to her side.

"I might need some help with this one!"

The young man she'd met earlier had dashed towards an opponent. A Jedi, or one fighting for the Jedi, with a red blade, how curious.

Not wanting to distract herself too much from the intense work breaking through the Jedi Temple's stony entrance, a small cold tendril of telepathic energy wormed its way into Doran's mind. It would bring shivers to the man's spine, even to the follower of the Darkness. Her voice, somehow beautiful yet terrible echoed inside of his mind.

"I have faith in you," it cooed. "Show me what you can do and I won't let you die, boy."

 

[Doran Ren]

Location: ​Jedi temple
Objective: ​Kill the Jedi, establish our order in the temple
​Allies: ​All FO personal, Samka Derith Varas Ren Kyrel Ren Sieger Ren
Enemies: ​All Jedi (dueling) Iturizu Yuvie
Music: (X)

Doran was slightly surprised at the Jedi's reaction time, he grinned as he followed through the attack and stopped himself to get into a striking position. His saber skidded against hers as she dodged him, causing him to stumble past her and quickly turn in an aggressive stance. As the two force users clashed back and forth seemingly balanced in their combat skill, Doran stopped and stepped backwards. Grunting as he clutched the side of his head with his free hand. It felt as if some horrible, painful darkness was boring into his mind. He momentarily cried out and clutched his head, then suddenly falling silent and standing straight. A voice was in his head calling him to go forth and destroy his enemy. He felt faster, stronger... darker.

Darkness began to flow through the young Ren as he held his saber tight, his muscles clenching and his eye twitching. He felt cold, yet powerful. A beautiful voice caressed and eased his mind, telling him to show his true power. Doran spoke back and hissed "Yessss, master." He looked up to lock eyes with the Jedi once more. His hatred was seeping out of him and the cold of his darkness reached out to touch the Jedi. He removed his mask and hood, dropping them to the ground, grinning at his adversary. "You will all burn Jedi, every last one of you. The Supreme Leader is here there is nothing you can do to stop us anymore." The young Ren rushed forward with his overwhelming darkness, charging the Jedi and swinging his crimson saber towards her neck with all his might.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Objective: Eliminate the New Jedi Order, and claim the secrets of the Temple.
Allies: [member="Sieger Ren"], [member="Varas Ren"], [member="Doran Ren"], [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Ara Zambrano"], @Racosidae
Enemies: [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Iturizu Yuvie"]
Equipment: Vader's Bane Lightsaber, Raiment of the Vigilant
Location: Landing Zone > Jedi Temple
Music: All along the Watch Tower

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Kyrel couldn't help but feel proud of his Daughter's words. Not only did her immense dark side aura showed a change, but her mind had changed as well. No longer as naive as she used to be, and filled with a sense of purpose. She was everything the Enforcer of Ren could hope for. And it is exactly why he had created her, to perhaps improve on himself if not even surpass that. She was beginning to understand her true potential. Finally, the Jedi would end today and with it, the Ren shall have their revenge. For the years of constant battle, the billions of lives lost it would all come to an end today once and for all. The transport bumped as it was almost hit by anti-aircraft fire but all Kyrel could think was getting to the Temple. His excitement increasing each moment he felt the spark of light surrounded by a dark abyss.​

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All the while, he could hear the sounds of TIE Fighters firing, and zooming through the skies aggressively. Explosions rocking the shuttle as he could feel in the Force the dark master was not far. A grin couldn't help but spread across his lips as he felt Sieger's power course through him, with only a single message coursing through his mind. "Consecrate the soil here with blood - Your Supreme Leader demands it." With a sudden feeling of dark energy flood through his veins along with the voice as he often described it a sick sweet lullaby. Kyrel returned the message obediently. "By your command." Then he could hear a thump thump, he could feel the transport landing, his rage barely contained as soon as the door opened blaster fire was already zooming ahead of them.​

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Kyrel had slowly stepped out, signaling Varas to stay close to him, activating the crimson blade that fed off his anger, and in turn fed him rage and power unlike any other. Deflecting blaster fire with ease right back at Alliance troops, he saw the Jedi temple and couldn't help but laugh and smile like a madman. "It seems Decitus is there hogging all the fun. It is time to join her my daughter, and prepare for the Supreme Leader's arrival." He said as he started to push forward with Varas, carving a path of destruction slaying any Alliance trooper or Jedi in their path towards the temple feeling several signatures. He had wondered if he would face anyone, but could only know once he made it's way and bringing the doors of the Temple down. The Ren claiming what is rightful there's.​

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Upon approaching the Temple he couldn't help but first notice a Ren, engaged in combat. Kyrel was soon forced to take a pair of Jedi Padawans along with their Master. A woman guarding her apprentices protectively like a Mother protecting her cubs. He grinned as he engaged in vicious swordplay, the Padawans blocking as with both hands, he struck savagely relying on brute attacks and the enhanced strength of his armor to gain the upper hand, a similar style he had used all throughout his time as a Knight of Ren. Batting the saber's away the first cut off the First padawan's saber arm, a human boy no later than 15 and the other padawan a Twi'lek girl no later then 16, who couldn't help but scream in anger, Kyrel's focus was quickly shifted as the girl took her blue blade and struck his armor in style that clumsily resembled his own. It was as if the girl was studying his movements, his form and attempt to win by using them. Sparks flew as the saber cut through his armor, but all that came was sparks due to how resilient the armor was against lightsabers. Nonetheless, Kyrel only growled as he struck her face with his razor-sharp claws of his hands, cutting deeply into her face and leaving her in pain which left her open, as Kyrel quickly stabbed his blade through her chest impaling her, her eyes looking at him in both pain and horror as Kyrel fed off her fear, before leaving her dead at his feet.​

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Focusing on the Master, and not even bothering with the boy, the Master an elder human female almost twice his age gave him an impassive look. She kept her blade in a defensive stance, and in his rage, his rushed forward aiming his blade to strike her midsection, but she quickly ducked and had Kyrel go on another attack. Only having his blade aiming to decapitate her only to be met with a parry. Caught in a blade lock the two tried to force the other back. Wanting a quick end he had kicked the woman in the gut before ending her with a swift decapitation. Long enough to see the arrival of the Supreme Leader, his red blade ignited and a presence to which he could only describe as if it was a black hole that dared to greedily consume everything in its path.​

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He grinned even more as he looked to his daughter. "Remember this Varas... Remember this as the path to the future." He said as his eyes were taken away from Sieger to focus on Decitus as she struggled to gain entrance into the Temple. His research into the Temple yielded that the Lothal Temple was not an ordinary temple. It had often been one that belonged to the planet of Lothal itself, and the only way for those steeped in the dark side to open it was by force. By forcing your will upon it and forcing it to open. "Varas come! You may need to aide in opening the door to the Jedi's destruction." He said momentarily thinking what lied in the temple that could be of use. Approaching Decitus and standing beside her, seeing her struggle before opening the temple. He spoke through the sinister tone of his mask telling her as he extended his left hand reaching out through the Force. "We must force our will upon it. Together our will shall be the temple's will and shall ultimately yield it's secrets to the Supreme Leader." He said as he concentrated, the stone was already rumbling but with his added efforts, he enforced his rage, his hatred, his will upon it. Fed by the Supreme Leader's power along with the combined strength of the two elder Ren. The ground surrounding them started to show a red glow in the form of mysterious markings, as they both fed their dark energies into the temple, the stone rumbling and starting to open as their will was enforced.​

 

[Armand Temi]

Objective: Eliminate the New Jedi Order
Allies: [member="Sieger Ren"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Doran Ren"] [member="Racosidae"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Ara Zambrano"]
Enemies: [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Iturizu Yuvie"]
Equipment: In signature
Location: Jedi Temple
Music: Shadows of My Name

Varas could feel the darkside pooling around her senses like thick mucilage, threatening to overtake her entirely. Yet her training told her the key to not being completely smothered by its incredible power was to embrace it fully. To breathe it in like oxygen, despite the fact that the Force on this level, felt like smoke clogging her lungs.

She did not choke. Varas exhaled smoothly and the strength within her compounded.

The call of Sieger Ren resounded in her ears. The presence of her Father and all of his hopes and dreams for her future buoyed her determination. No weapon now as was as sharp as her religious zealotry towards the Ren, her state of mind so focused that the clone of Kyrel Ren was resolved to fling herself at her enemies until they died or she did.

“By your command,” she whispered, joining the chorus of the Ren.

Igniting her father’s saber, she knew it would inflict her today with its madness and memories.

“Where is the resistance?” she asked more rhetorically than anything. Just behind Kyrel, as they moved like black-clad twin vornskrs over the grounds of the Temple, as though summoned by her snide question the Jedi came, yet her father swiftly executed them. She only watched, saving her strength, yet unfortunate enough to watch the bloody slaughter may think Varas was a coward, yet no one would know the real truth that she and her father moved as one, and right now he needed no help.

The brunette clone closed her eyes and did now as she was bidden. A creak of metal could be heard among the cries of pain as the temple’s entrance was breached.

 

[Kahne Porte]

Location: Jedi Temple
Allies: [member="Iturizu Yuvie"] [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Enemies: [member="Sieger Ren"] (Engaging) / [member="Ilya Cardonne"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Varas Ren"] [member="Doran Ren"] [member="Kyrel Ren"]

The Jedi Master had never fought the Knights or Ren before, long had he heard of their strength and unity and other such things. He was experiencing it firsthand, and they were truly a formidable opponent. The sound of cries and screams came from either side as blade pierced flesh and enemy and ally were both dying around him. The Jedi could feel the passing of his fellow brethren as they collapsed to the ground and breathed their last breath. In those moments it just urged him forward as he couldn't let their deaths be in vain. Two Knights of Ren charged him and after a few slashes and cuts from their lightsabers the Jedi Master found his opening with each of them and took it as he struck them down.

Kahne looked forward as the body of Jedi had just hit the ground and individual before that Jedi pointed his lightsaber at him in challenge and proclamation. Kahne took a deep breath as he twirled his lightsaber around his in his hand and took a few steps forwards the Master. Kahne's hand shot forward using the force and utilized a force push towards Sieger. It wasn't strong by any means, it was more used as a means for something else.

 

[Dirk Bannahan]

Lothal's surface,​

On top of The Jedi Temple.​

Allies: [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Sieger Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Ilya Cardonne"] | [member="Doran Ren"]​

Enemies: [member="Iturizu Yuvie"] | [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"]​

The swells of twisted energy served their dark purpose: further funneling the trained Ren into euphoric frenzy, pushing the malicious members of the secretive cult to beyond their capabilities. At this point Rae’s own wounds were sealing up and repairing as was standard for the blasphemous strengths of the Force Vampire. Her senses solidified and pinpointed with dubious accuracy the signatures of life struggling against life. Like blots, some of those signatures winked out or faded as their final essence drained away in a slow sway, like the waving of flowers in a somber field.

She stood and clutched to her person while on approach to the edge of the roof. Below masters could be seen dueling or preparing to do so, but the resistance was underwhelming to say the least. The closet other person to her position appeared to be a fellow Ren by the name of Doran, though this was of course unknown to Racosidae in her current state. Figuring there was nothing else to do, she began to amble the down sides of the temple with the intention of linking up with this cloaked figure, but struggled to find a safe way down without tumbling to her death.

The fates were kind, and Rae found a small enough ledge next to a window. Wrapping her cloak in anticipation, she used a small swell of power to shatter the glass with a push, throwing her body into the opening. It turned out to be more clumsy than she anticipated, and the diminutive Ren winced at the loud crunching of broken glass as she stood at the ready. Unarmed of all but the Force, she gazed about what appeared to be a dimly lit hallway, tense for a sudden ambush...

 

[Iturizu Yuvie]

Location: Jedi Temple
Allies: [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Enemies: [member="Sieger Ren"] [member="Ilya Cardonne"] [member="Samka Derith"]
Engaging: [member="Doran Ren"]

Yuvie swung his saber in time with the assaulting Sith, though the Miralan had dedicated much time to learning form 2 the lack of actual on field experience was coming up, both duelist being par with one another by the way things where going. A last blow of the two Red blades breaking apart the short clash as the Ren clutched his head in pain, a shrouded feeling clouding over the area, like a twisting tendrils of evil precising the mans mind. Yuvie taking a more defensive stance as the mans words dripped with dark intent, but the Mirialans calm face not wavering as the two stared off at each other.

"Really, you are so weak that you need you master to control your body and mind to face me? pitiful" the Sith replied with a intent glare. "And who are you calling a Jedi? or has the dark side rotten you brain that much you can't tell a Sith when you see one or is everyone not in your fanatical order just automatically a Jedi"? Not replied came a the Ren lunged forward with intent to decapitate their opponent, Yuvie reacting by raising his arm, the red blade raising against the Dark Side infused armor plating he wore, the Mirialan replying by blasting a powerful dose of fore lighting aimed at the Rens chest.