[ENDGAME] - Shadow's Fall

[Kuzo]

Location: Beyer's Hospital-> FALLING
Allies: [member="Jairus Starvald"]
Nearby: [member="Anais Auraeli"] [member="Ember Farseer"] [member="Mara Merrill-Valkner"]
Objective: Stop dangling AGAIN. Rendezvous with Jairus.

Well.

That was unexpected.

Honestly, when she'd said 'climb or let go' she hadn't been expecting in a million years for someone to just let go over a nearly bottomless chasm. The mindset that would bring someone to that decision was entirely alien to Irajah. She had fought, tooth and claw, every step of the way for her own survival. Against Gideon. Against the Zambranos. Against the Alliance. Against the First Order. There had been moments of despair but never of the sort that would lead to such an act as this.

Irajah snorted.

With the weight of the girl gone, she turned her attention to her own state. As strange as that had been, it meant very little beyond the confused calculation of why anyone would do such a thing. She had her own problems that had only been exacerbated by the sudden arrival of a clearly mentally unstable child.

Reaching up to grasp the railing now with both hands, she closed her eyes for a moment. Heat flooded through her as she pulled on the force. Giving herself a mental once over, she was certain her right shoulder wasn't dislocated, but it throbbed in pain. Without the Force to strengthen her, there would be no way she could make that climb.

Slowly, hand over hand, face a tight grimace, she started to ascend.

She made it almost to the top- she'd still have to figure out a way to reach the broken walkway just above, but one step at a time she decided, focusing on that last meter. She hadn't been counting on the shock wave that came rolling through. It moved faster than the sound of the crash itself, the sense of danger flaring into a scream at the back of her head the only warning.

Time froze. Then cracked. Into a million pieces, a million possibilities.

Without thinking- she didn't have the time- she chose one, plucking it in a fraction of a heartbeat. With a burst of the Force, Irajah lashed out at the side of the building against her, shattering the duracrete. Just in time.

The shock wave hit and she was propelled through the hole, thrown by the force of it hard enough to impact the closest interior wall.

Better than falling hundreds of meters to her death.

Probably.

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

[-SOUNDTRACK-]​

Allies: Galactic Alliance (sort of), Confederacy of Independent Systems​

Enemies: The Sith Empire​

Objectives: Evacuate​

Gear: Wither (Sith Sword) | The Triad (Lightsabers) | Shrouded Blade (Lightsaber) | Obsidian Strike Armor​

Troops: 20 Barons | 30 B2 Super Battle Droids (Evacuating survivors)​

Attn: [member="Darth Sabezt"] | [member="Adrian Vandiir"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] Duelling: [member="Darth Prazutis"] Allies: [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Rylan Kordel"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Tanaski Yumi"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Jairdain"] | [member="Mereel Vaun"] | [member="Mishel Noren"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"]​

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• Rooftop
  Jedi Temple on Coruscant

An explosion ripped a hole through the roof as Confederate battle droids carved their way out of the crumbling building with blaster and grenade, aided by the telekinetic blasts of the one who was leading them. Behind them, came survivors from the Temple, allies that the Confederacy needed to save, as distasteful as that was and a shuttle was already soaring down from the clouds to gather them.

The leader of this strange party stood alone from the group, fur-lined cloak flapping in the wind in tandem with his silver hair, golden feline eyes scanning the scene of destruction and coming to rest upon a dance of death that was unfolding a short distance away. "Droids, get the survivors on that shuttle and get them out of here. I will call for another shuttle, shortly," the leader spoke, his voice the familiar calm and cold of one who had become known as a patient schemer and master plotter. "Roger, roger," replied the cold, uncaring machines.

Stepping forward, the leader assessed the situation, deconstructing it in his mind, piece by piece. The grand marshall of the Galactic Alliance seemed to have turned traitor and now she, along with another imperial Sith, were busy grinding a pair of Jedi into the dust. As much as he would have liked to just stand and watch as the Jedi were slaughtered, or even to take their lives himself, the master was a patient man and the victory of these two imperials would impede his own greater plans. Raising his comlink to his lips, he spoke a message to his friend and compatriot, Srina Talon. "A shuttle of evacuees will arrive from the Temple, shortly, but I will not be on it. First, I must deal with a traitor and an imperial Sith. Do not worry for me," he said and closed the channel.

As the dreadful storm threatened to engulf the two pitiful Jedi, the Overlord stepped forward, his limbs sizzling with the pent-up energy of the demon he had only just consumed. Allowing some of this energy a deceptively merciful release, he then seized upon it, yanking like a master pulling the chain of a slave, forcing it to coalesce and pouring the immense hatred and murderous intent that was reflected by his eyes, into the abomination that he was forging.

In an act that sent rippling shockwaves of darkness coursing like murderous echoes through the Force, a pitch-black nothingness took shape in the Overlord's clenched fist, a tear in the very fabric of reality that was shaped like the outline of a spear, a featureless object that felt deathly and fundamentally wrong. It was pure, crystallized Darkside energy, murderous intent given physical form, an object willed into being by one who had mastered the ancient and deadly Sith art known as Darkshear, the Spear of Midnight Black.

With a flick of his free wrist, the Overlord's taloned hand made a calling motion as he commanded the Force to tear off a chunk of the failing roof and sent it in the path of the column of destructive power that Darth Prazutis, the Shadow hand, had unleashed, intent to interrupt the imperial Sith Lord's attack.

Then, with Force-imbued speed, he flung the abomination in his hand, casting it towards the imperial who's actions threatened to remove two of the tools that the Overlord sought to use. As much as he admired these imperials for what they had accomplished here, their actions would only perpetuate the cycle that would lead to the eventual rise of the Lightside, once more. And Darth Tacitus could not and would not allow that. For he did not seek to merely eclipse the Light. Instead, he would extinguish it, forever.

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[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Room of a Thousand Fountains
Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Darth Prazutis"], [member="Alvarex Zambrano"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Mishel Noren"], [member="Cotan Sar'andor"], [member="Tracyn Ordo"]
Gear:

• Neo-Imperator Sith Armor
• The Imperious Sword

The Emperor ceased his magical attack on Cotan, reached out instead to grasp the burst of telekinetic energy right as it reached him. He held it at bay with his hands, redirecting the energy's momentum to slam into the ground nearby, tearing up a great deal of stone and marble before the energy dispersed into nothingness. Carnifex looked out over the destroyed room, his eyes meeting those of an age-old enemy that he had not expected to arrive on this day.

The day of the Sith's greatest triumph.

He couldn't help but laugh, his dark voice ringing out across the storm-filled room. "Tracyn Ordo, I would have thought you had learned better than sticking your nose in other people's business. Or had you forgotten the lessons of Vendaxa?" The Emperor had left the Mandalorian Jedi for dead on that fertile world, half-drowned at the bottom of a lake with a lightsaber wound in his chest. More debris came flying at both the Emperor and the Shadow Hand, but they were easily cast aside with a flick of the Dark Lord's wrist. Such simple telekinesis couldn't compare to the overwhelming power and might that both towering Sith Lords contained within their physical forms.

Carnifex allowed Cotan to retreat, he was no longer a threat. Much more appetizing meals had arrived to put an end to his schemes, and he relished in the opportunity to finally put his power to the test.

Reaching out, the Emperor sent forth an extension of his will to shield his uncle from harm. It materialized as a shimmering gridded wall of translucent energy, and with it, the Emperor was capable of using his own unspent power (and the power he had amalgamated from the Jedi he had drained of life) to stop the flung Spear of Midnight Black right in its tracks. Not only did it stop the attack, but it also lashed out at the Darkshear's very construction. Carnifex had studied deeply of the ancient arts, and he understood much in the way of Sith Sorcery and Alchemy. Such an easily recognizable attack as Darkshear was thoroughly known to him, and without much effort, he destroyed the invisible spear and sent its shattered remnants hurting away from the Shadow Hand.

"So, what brings a practitioner of the Dark Side into conflict with the Lords of the Sith themselves?"

Carnifex reached out, his hand hovering over the broken ground with his palm facing downward. Even as the last word he spoke left his mouth the ground began to rumble and shake, the molecules which comprised the stone beneath his feet bending to the Dark Lord's will. A tower of smooth stone would erupt from the ground, spilling into his hand like water, before solidifying into a much more recognizable form. A curved sword, a scimitar, was molded from the raw stone and given the strength of invulnerability through Sith Alchemy. Spinning the weapon with the Force, the Emperor would then will it to sing through the air towards both Tracyn and the unknown Sith Lord.

Furiously intent on tearing them to ribbons.

 

[Rylan Kordel]

Location: Burning City Ruins​

Allies: The Confederacy of Independent Systems, Galactic Alliance​

Enemies: Sith Empire​

Objective: Evacuate Civilians​

Tags: [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Adron Malvern"]​

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"Copy that Talon." Rylan's response was quick and to the point, he had his orders, he also had his plans for what he'd do in case things went side ways like they so often do. It would be some minutes before he'd have any form of back up, and civilians where already crossing his path, and each one he waved through and directed to the spaceport, which he hoped would be a safe enough location for those who came his way for aid.

Eyeballing the terrain, mapping everything with his hud, and forming a plan, the Knight cracked a small grin, grabbing his duffel of detonators, he moved about the area, slapping the explosives onto weak points in different structures and arming them to go, if things got bad, he'd drop the buildings on top of any and all advancing enemy forces. Moving on to a pile of rubble, Rylan let out a bit of a long drawn breath, setting up his rifle to start sniping into the main path once the enemy came, and they could be coming, they always came, it was like an unwritten rule, Sith Spawn hunted and murdered everywhere they set their filthy claws, and Imperial Troopers where no better than the beasts, maybe less intelligent, maybe not, he never spent much time figuring them out.

There was a scream from somewhere down that path, and the knight found himself easing into a familiar stance as a sniper, if he was lucky, he'd kill three or four, maybe five spawns from this position before he'd have to run and gun to a new position, or maybe his back up would show up and help him out, no guarantee that anything would happen how it should. Hell, maybe today would be the day he drew his final breath, a thought that did bring a small smile to his face, but he knew no matter what the end result of the day was, he'd take more of them with him, than they would every like to report, after all, who wants to tell a Sith Lord that they lost a few dozen or more men to a single soldier.

Pulling the trigger, there was that sound, the lovely sound of a blaster bolt letting loose it's damage upon it's target, that target being a Sith Spawn was all that much more satisfying, as the heated energy blew a whole right through the beasts head, dropping it where it stood. Two more beasts came rushing from around the bend, advancing quickly on Rylan's position, and he'd be lying if he didn't admit that there was some form of exhilaration to this moment, he quickly found his marks, then dropped both Spawn, turning his sights back into the direction of the path, no more Spawns, not yet, but soldiers? Oh yes. Not many, just a fire team, but something he'd have to deal with all the same...

 

[Cotan Sar'andor]

Location: Running away from the Room of a Thousand Fountains
Enemies: [member="Darth Prazutis"] @The Environment
Allies: [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Quvox"] [member="Jace Khel"] @Other Jedi that might need a ride maybe in the main hall eventually

Cotan covered his ears as the walls of the Room of a Thousand Fountains blasted apart under the strain of Prazutis's storm, the sound proving rather painful when coupled with the sound of the Vanguard's crash earlier. He could feel the Force Meld get ripped away, as well, as Romi ended it; he barely stumbled before calling on the Force on his own again, forcing himself to keep moving. Some few Jedi came behind him as he ran, his shouts to follow managing to make it to their ears. He turned, jumping over a pile of debris in the hallway, only to sense the deaths of the Jedi behind him as the storm caught up.

It wasn't time for sentimentality. Cotan foused inward, pulling more of the Force into his aching, tired muscles, speeding them up far beyond normal human capabilities. He couldn't keep up the boost forever, certainly not after the fight he'd just been in, but it should be enough to get him to his ship. The charred corpses were quickly left behind as he ran, straining himself further and further to jump over, scramble around, or simply push through piles of debris damaged doorways. Under the strain of the Force Storm Prazutis was unleashing and the crash of the Vanguard, the temple was collapsing, and the main hall was showing some of the worst of it.

Now, rather than just dodging what was on the ground, Cotan had to be mindful of the space above him, as well. As he ran, he noticed and sensed some familiar people from earlier. His eyes turned, landing on [member="Romi Jade"] and the fighting group she was in the midst of. Cotan slowed and launched a Force push, sending a dazed-looking tentacle-faced Sith rolling off towards a wall, before caling out to the group. It was short and simple: "Storm's coming, follow me!" Then he continued to run, not even bothering to see if they were behind him. If they didn't all hurry up, they'd die, and Cotan couldn't do anything to stop it.

It definitely wasn't the time for sentimentality.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Location: Coruscant, high orbit (Luna Transport)
Objective: Save the children
Allies SJO & Friends: [member="Aubrey King"], [member="Alyisa Mithel"], [member="Charlie"], [member="Josh DragonsFlame"], [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Jyoti Nooran"]
Opposition: Sith/None yet
(Performing Force Inspire)

The Colonel’s words of encouragement brought warmth to the Grandmaster’s heart. For a brief moment, her smile grew and she gave a nod of agreement. Valkren’s tone had not gone unnoticed by the Jedi healer, this time it was friendly, not the terse, flat tone she’d experienced before. Yes, perhaps time did heal all wounds, she couldn’t help but muse. His camaraderie made the mission that much more bearable, it was always good to have a friend at your side. And though she remained silent, she did remember Ord Radama, very much so, in fact. It had been her first real taste of combat against the Sith, but the Antarian Rangers had been quite a sight to witness in their steadfast dedication to the Order and their allies. Valae imagined that it would be much the same today.

“Alright,” She said, drawing a deep breath. “We should get to the transports; we’ll be breaking atmo soon.”

Giving the Colonel a pat on the shoulder plate, she moved past him to lead the way to the hangar. With every step down the corridor, she could feel the weight pressing on her shoulders. Valae could only imagine the scene that awaited them, it was certainly not going to be easy getting down to the planet. But she had Onyx Squadron here and other fighters of the Silver Spacy, they would do their job well, of that she had no doubt. As the pair entered the hangar, the transports were being made ready for their arrival. A few offered respectful nods and stepped to the side to let the Colonel and Grandmaster pass.

Climbing aboard, she tapped in the frequency of Master DragonsFlame, she knew that he would be waiting. “Josh,” She addressed him informally, “We’ll be starting our descent very soon, let our fighters cut a path and follow them down -- we’ll be right behind.”

Taking a seat, Valae closed her eyes as the transport began to leave the Stargazer. There were so many engaged in battle all around them, she could feel it. The odds seemed to be stacked against them, they needed a boost, and the Grandmaster knew just what to do.

Momentarily pulling the force in around her like a cacoon, she began to focus. Her intention was clear in her mind: inspire. Memories swam in her mind -- meeting her Master for the first time, making friends at the Temple on Voss, learning to heal others. They were just the kind of thoughts she needed to empower her and enable Valae to reach out to the minds of allies around her. As her presence began to grow and spread -- far beyond the hull of her transport and the Stargazer.

Their allies in space would feel a hopeful swell of confidence and courage. Soon, those on the ground would feel it, too. As their armored transport began to break atmosphere, she opened her eyes and looked to Valkren.

“The presence of the dark is strong here,” She noted, “Be on guard.”

Location: Coruscant, high orbit (Final Dragon)

Objective: Back up Valae, Save the children

Allies SJO & Friends: [member="Aubrey King"], [member="Alyisa Mithel"], [member="Charlie"], [member="Valae Kitra"], [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Jyoti Nooran"]

Opposition: Morons

"Copy that, Valae. I'll follow them down" He answered on the communicator as he would then cut the connection to allow Valae to focus on other tasks. Taking a deep breath, he would allow himself to relax, though the feeling of Force Inspire hit him soon after, and a small smile would cross his lips in turn.

"May the Force be with you too, Grandmaster Kitra."

"Take us down, R4" Josh spoke toward the droid that was manning the cockpit as he would sit down, cross-legged to meditate. Closing his eyes, he would allow his lightsaber to fly from his belt, the blue blade activating as the Final Dragon would follow behind the fighters... The blade would begin to spin around him, as he began the process of image training... The spin of the blade around him allowing him to feel as though he were being swung at by a melee weapon at all times. It allowed him to enter that state of adrenaline he knew would benefit him during this sort of training and warm-up...

 

[Mishel Kryze]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-xKM3mGt2pE[/media]​

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The darkness surrounded them now and Mishel looked at Coren as the winds whipped by the screams of death were matched only by the debris that careened through the sky. The Tygaran had a rebuttle but it was lost at the rise of [member="Darth Prazutis"] followed by [member="Darth Tacitus"]. She looked away from [member="Taeli Raaf"] and swore in this moment that she would one day repay Taeli for her betrayal. It would come when she least expected it, but today - today she would obey her master. Geonosis. She imparted to Coren be safe Master. Mishel swallowed hard and looked down at the various levels of the Jedi Temple that now bore themselves to her. She took one flip back and utilized the Force to guide her way down, just as she saw the eclipsing darkness around them. Hope cannot be lost on this day, it cannot.

She knew not what would befall them but it was clear that she had been outmatched.

Mishel landed in another part of the temple, Garn and Nooran she recognized the names from Dagobah. She let herself go in that moment, knees to the crumbling temple floor she could see down into the depths where more Jedi and Sith fought. She closed her eyes again and felt the tears stream down her face. She drew in a breath and exhaled again but the tears wouldn't stop. There had been so much loss on this day, her heart hurt in full - no she hadn't been a Jedi for every long, or even much of one. Her lightsaber fell from her hand hitting the temple floor with a damning noise. It then rolled off and sailed away, and Mishel watched it with her eyes as it fell. She gritted her teeth as she fought off the urges to give into the darkside. Lingering effects of Taeli's fear spell conjured up the anger and rage she had long been suppressing.

Get it together Mishel, got a job to do - find Garn, find Nooran and get out of here.

The Tygaran looked up once more, past the room of a thousand fountains and upwards to the roof where hell itself now breached the top. As if the Netherworld's gates were not already abounding with souls. Mishel's fist balled so tightly she felt blood pour from her hands, her blood. She let out a harsh cry, anguish filled her lungs and when she was done. When she was done, she rose to her feet and looked over to the side. She could see the Confederacy ships, droids working to pull people from the wreckage. It was her turn now she supposed and as the young woman looked off to the side she took a deep breath and exhaled again.

Even with hope so frail, it will survive and so will I. Life might be tough, but baby so am I - alright. Let's do this.

She could do this, she could do this - once more into the fray, she jumped down with the intent on heading to where the Garn and Nooran had last been seen.

[member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Veino Garn"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Outside Sunset Tram-Station, Coruscant Streets, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds​

Allies: The Galactic Alliance, [member="Srina Talon"]​

Enemies: The Sith Empire​

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Srina's response echoed in Aryn's mind as he sat in silence. As the wreck of The Vanguard gradually came to a rest, rubble and ruin from the Temple still pouring off the side of the building, falling down into the streets and sublevels far below. Everything else suddenly seemed so distant, so meaningless, Aryn hardly heard the sound of the bombers now, the distant blasterfire or the shouts of soldiers, none of it truly mattered any more under the weight of reality, of his failure.

Only the last words of Srina's message resonated with Aryn, reminded him of his purpose now. The Alliance may have been lost, his failure thus far absolute, but there was still some potential, some chance that he could do good, that he could save some lives at the very least. He pushed himself to stand, clasping tight his lightsaber as he turned away from the distant image of the temple, racing back towards the tram station where he had left the refugees, yet it seemed that today the galaxy had decided simply to mock the Supreme Commander, when he arrived back to the station, only death greeted him.

The Sith that strolled among the bodies of the refugees were four in number, they spoke among themselves, not realizing his presence at first, whatever they were discussing was of little concern to Aryn, his focus was now singular as he activated the blue blade of his lightsaber, the hum of its activation quickly drawing their attention as they readied their own weapons and made to charge for him. The misery which had poured from him almost as a beacon to Srina faded, replaced not by anger or hatred but purpose, vengeance. As he stepped forward, ready to meet his adversaries, the words of his father's old story echoed through his mind once more.

There is no flying, hence nor tarrying here.​

I 'gin to be aweary of the sun,​

And wish th' estate o' th' world were now undone.​

Blow, wind! Come, wrack!​

At least we'll die with harness on our back.​

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The first sith came with far too great a confidence, as he ran, he drew too close before beginning to pull his saber back for a flash. Dashing forward, Aryn closed the distance far quicker than the man had clearly intended, drawing up his own weapon to leave a gash clean across the torso, his free hand shoving aside the shoulder of the man as the body rolled and fell to his side. Aryn did not bother to cast a glance back, eyes shifting immediately to the second of his adversaries as they charged.

A red blade thrust forward toward Aryn, and as the energy of the force flowed through him, augmented by the sheer willpower that came with his fury, he thrust out his own hand, palming aside the blade itself as though it were nothing, the magnitude of the force within him protecting him from the intense energy that came with it. With his saber hand he thrust outwards, the hilt of his weapon striking firm against the side of the man's head and sending him spiraling, only to feel the white hot agony of Aryn's blade cutting deep along his back.

He gave the third and fourth credit, they came at once, confident after their fellows were cut down that they could not take the man alone. As one strove closer and struck out with his blade, the other remained back, letting a burst of lightning fly out toward the Supreme Commander. Bringing his blade up, Aryn caught both attacks with the blue blade of his weapon, halting the red blade and directing the lightning back upon his nearest attacker. Forced into a retreat by the burst of lightning, Aryn was granted a brief opening. Reaching back, he called upon the lightsaber the first Sith had dropped, activating it as it flew and stepping aside as the whirling blade carved straight for the third opponent, cleaving the man's arm off as the body dropped along with it.

Aryn barely saw fit to close the distance to the fourth Sith, engulfed by the white hot agony of his failure, he reached out with the force and enclosed a grip around the man's throat. He heard gasping, choking, but it was for only a few moments before a loud snap rang through the station, followed by the crumpling of the body to the floor. Taking in a deep breath, Aryn deactivated his lightsaber and set it back upon his belt, turning to make his way out of the station before another second could pass, calling out once more through his bond to [member="Srina Talon"]. "It's time to leave this world."

 

[Ellie Mors]

Call Me Devil

Location: Upper Atmosphere
Equipment: Golden Carapace, Saberstaff

"You're telling me that they're in the middle of.. that?" A posh feminine voice asked from her seat that overlooked the burning skyline of Coruscant. The sight of a massive dreadnought crumbling down over the vast majority of the area surrounding the Jedi Temple, where it had found itself impaled upon, wasn't an easy one to digest - even for someone who'd lived the lives of thousands. "Yes, Braith, the fighting broke out in several areas, but we last heard from the Dark Lord's uncle in the middle of the temple... Or what is left of it, anyway." An Imperial soldier replied, not quite sure what to refer to the witch by - it was easier to speak with Sith, perhaps, because of their chosen names and titles, whereas Braith desired only to be known by her given name. "Alright.. Bring us down near the temple grounds, I'll get through the mess and you lot can get back to the ship. Don't waste your time engaging with refugees and the like, our - my - only concern is with those that belong to the Empire and anyone who might prove to be a thorn in our side." She said. He must have hesitated or waited too long to acknowledge her request because the shuttle jolted in mid-air suddenly with the gesture of her hand. "Question me all you like in your head, but it would do you well to remember who controls the winds. Bring us down or I'll drag us down." Braith noted, her voice ice.

He could feel a chill run down his spine and suddenly wasn't too certain that she hadn't done something to the air in the cabin to emphasize her point.

"Got it." He grumbled, steering their shuttle down towards the ground.

She looked out her window again as they made their descent, the fingers of her left hand playing at the armor that squirmed and shifted along her pale skin. The soldier, the man piloting the shuttle, was just as repulsed by the fact that this witch wore an armor made of parasites - creatures she let live and crawl on her skin of all things. "It isn't so bad." Braith said with a roll of her eyes. His brow furrowed, catching sight of her shift in expression through the passenger mirror that let him see back into the rest of the cabin, and wondered what she was talking about. "The armor, you dolt - or did you think your thoughts about me were something you could keep to yourself?" His face paled and he averted his gaze to the city they were quickly approaching. If he'd felt a chill before, his bones were on ice now.

"Oh relax."

"It isn't every day you're in the company of a god."

She smirked.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Mishel Noren"] [member="Cotan Sar'andor"]

Equipment: Armor in signature, lightsaber

Taeli deflected the girl's attacks, taking several measured steps back as she held off against both of her opponents. The girl had broken free of her spell, impressive. Pity that overconfidence and bravado of hers would get her killed. Coren also knew the girl needed to leave, his orders notwithstanding, it didn't the Kerrigan offspring knew how to follow those. A family trait perhaps? Either way, the girl was merely an irritant while Coren was gathering the light side to him again, charging towards her to no doubt unleash more Force Light.

Hmm, she supposed it might be time to test a theory of hers. If she recalled her darkness, reactivated her spell, it was theoretically possible that the attack would be harmless, for the most part. It might shatter the containment spell, but she would retain the full use of her powers. The dark surged underneath their feet, and Taeli smiled. She would not need to resort to theory today after all, thanks to the Lord of Lies and the Shadow Hand of the Emperor.

She took one further step back as Coren neared, his lightsaber extinguished, sliding on his knees, and hands outstretched to grapple her and create a better contact for his Force Light. That was when the skylight behind her shattered and a geyser of dark energy rocketed up as a storm of malevolent force. Laughing, she was surrounded by the energy and try as the Force Light might to reach her, there was too much darkness now. Taeli was feeling rejuvenated, no... even better, empowered.

Harnessing the energies of the storm, Darth Prazutis even sending out some arcs of lightning she assumed with the control from his mind, she summoned up a new spell.

"Totia iw ri Zutawohnasi, Atki iw Jina'tis!"

The energies of the storm, all of the death and destruction that was clinging to the world, all of the fear, anger, hatred, despair... all those dark emotions were fuel. They were perfect to create one of the most insidious expressions of Sith Magic. Without the power of the storm, she doubted she could this on her own, but with it... oh yes. Strands of pure dark side energy started to form, twining together to form dark side tendrils... but instead of just a few... in the shadow of the dark side, they would start to emerge from the ruined roof, cracking the stone as thought they had been dormant within for years. From the very air, more started to appear, twisting out as though birthed from the very darkness.

Taeli regarded Coren, the Light still glowing around him, and she looked at his apprentice, running. All around their rooftop battlefield, tendrils of pure dark side energy had risen, waiting for command.

With a flick of her hand, they would rear back and race forward to strike. If they touched, whatever they touched or wrapped around, would be disintegrated. Flesh, bone, metal... nothing would be left bu the cold agony of the void.

 

[Marakai Al'Orren]

Location: Coruscant...here we go again...
Allies: Debatable
Vicinity: [member="Adron Malvern"]
Enemies: Everyone harming civilians
Objective: Assist with the evacuation
Soundtrack: Imagine Dragons “Warriors”
Gear: Armor, Lightsaber


It had been years since the last time she’d stepped foot on Coruscant. When the Republic had crumbled before her very eyes, too bloated to sustain itself and too warped to see where it was going wrong. When the newly formed One Sith had ravaged the city-world like a two-credit back alley whore on Nal Hutta. The temple that had been the only home she’d known had been razed to the ground because so many people had been involved in a measuring contest that no one thought to try and save the structure or the Padawans within it until it was too late.

A hand ran through sable tresses as she crouched atop the building, a gaze of burnished gold sweeping across the remains of what had once been a particularly lovely district. A healthy mix of residential and commercial structures at this top level, it was home to thousands, many of whom lay dead beneath the vast swaths of rubble and debris. Bodies littered the duracrete, some spasming in their death throes, others simply staring sightlessly skyward. It dragged along her senses like nails on a chalkboard, the agony bleeding into air and rubble alike.

She breathed deeply, centering herself even as her gaze narrowed into feline slits. Her head canted to the side as her body tensed, fingers curling into claws and digging into the durasteel beneath. It protested audibly, then added the tenor of rending metal to the air as her claws shredded through it. The scent that hit her nose was something foul, even more so than the dead and dying…it was living darkness and she growled, the sound reverberating deep within her chest even as her form started to change.

Bones shattered and rearranged themselves, sinew tore, and muscles realigned between one breath and the next. In the place of the armored Force Master was now a massive, sable furred Felacatian predator whose golden gaze caught sight of the Sithspawn clambering over the remains of the buildings below. They hissed and stopped for a moment as they caught sight of the survivors scrambling toward a still standing building that looked to be an evacuation point. There were B1 battle droids surrounding some of the groups of civilians, while others still were making their way forward on their own.

Atop the building was someone flanked by Magnaguards and Mara briefly entertained the though of using the Force to contact him before a chorus of roars from the Sithspawn below made that notion completely untenable. The woman may no longer have considered herself a Jedi, but she would not leave civilians to be slaughtered wholesale by rampaging, mindless creatures. It wasn’t right no matter which way you looked at it, phrased it, thought about it, or tried to spin it.

Letting loose a roar amplified with a touch of the Force to ensure the Sithspawn would hear her over the general chaos in the air, the feline took a running leap off the building. She landed atop one of the heinous creatures, claws and sabreteeth finding purchase in a weak point between the armor plating on the back of the neck. With that and the sheer force she landed with, the Sisthspawn was dead before she even stepped off the back of it to take on the next one. Mara roared once more, the challenge in her tone pure and utterly unmistakable as she did everything she could to keep their attention on her instead of on the now panicking civilians.

She lost herself to the pace of the fight, letting her predator free as she tore through armor plating, snapped necks, and broke limbs with a vicious pleasure lighting her fierce golden gaze. Battle had always been her forte, the one place she was the most comfortable, and allowed herself to simply let loose from the confines she normally bound herself to. Even with all her years of experience, however, she was far from perfect and enjoyed taking damaging blows perhaps a little too much.

One of the Sithspawn managed to slash a bone scythe across her feline face, the wound bleeding freely and beginning to obscure her vision. The tenor of her roar changed to one flavored with anger, and in that moment, the woman erupted back out of the beast. Mara’s features bore a matching wound, a deep slash too close to her eye for comfort, and it slowly began to knit itself back together as she ignited her amber lightsaber. As the woman refused to acknowledge the meaning of caution with civilian lives on the line, she threw herself back into the fray and hoped the battledroids would be able to rush the civilians into the building quickly.

 

[Marcus Faust]

Allies: [member="Mereel Vaun"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Cambria Zadira"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Allyson Locke"] anyone really who isn't Sith, but specifically Archive Group, also [member="Tracyn Ordo"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Saarai"]
Objective: Be the hero

Faust didn't stop the lunge, instead backstepping quickly and allowing the razor sharp blade to make a shallow puncture into his very prosthetic leg. Thankfully, nothing vital to operation had been damaged, yet. Which emperor had it been where in the wake of a coup, his own master had taken his legs? There had been so many he'd forgotten, they'd all blended together into into one horrendous recollection.

"I am no Jedi." He said firmly, catching a strike across the blade of the inherited blade. Marcus would explain no further, the two masters had both seen years of battle and likely fought plenty of opponents who felt the need to espouse the nature of their chosen order of force sensitive warriors, he was sure he was not the only one who had tired of it. As slash after slash came down he blocked them with alarming speed and precision, the force guiding his each and every movement.

As another slash came it, he caught it with the blade, attempting to smack aside the razor sharp wing with a quick riposte, then slashing at the Thrikken's torso. "It is easy to accept that, but surely there is more to it all than this." Quickly he unleashed a telekinetic wave, hoping to knock Saarai back and leave him vulnerable. ​"This wheel, must be broken Saarai, why not by sentients like us?"

Yes, he was stalling, but at the same time, he truly was pleading with the Sith as one who had walked the same path.

There had to be a better way.

 

[Cairyn Midore]

Location: Upper Atmosphere
Equipment: Iscariot, Wabbajack, Lightsaber
Allies: [member="Braith Achlys"]

"It isn't every day you're in the company of a god."

"What?"

There was seldom a better time to make an entrance, the Teevan wandering in, a gloved, mangled hand running through his hair, rubbing the remnants of sleep from his eyes. He'd been napping throughout the majority of the trip - one of the many side effects of playing host to multiple parasites. The sudden jolt that was Braith moving the vessel herself must have jostled him awake. He wasn't exactly the most intimidating sight to behold, but if they were going to revere him as a god, he wasn't about to argue.

Chartreuse eyes flickered between the two, curious yet also glazed over, as to be expected from one almost constantly in the embrace of painkillers. He must've missed something. Or a couple somethings. Oh well. He continued to look between them, any preexisting tension lost on the boy. Every so often, he'd shudder, as if remnants of electricity still coursed through his person. "So, uh, what's the objective here?" He finally asked, neck popping as his head cocked to the side. "Like, is all we're doing evac or do we have an actual, uh, target?" His unblinking gaze finally settled on Braith when he spoke, each stutter an intentional addition to his speech.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Force Light was the ultimate expression of the power that unified everyone. It was not as perverse as lightning, and destruction, the perversion that Sith and Dark Siders called the true essence of the Force. Coren knew what that was all about, he had been there, spending years preferring to sap the life force out of his enemies before finishing them in a blast of pure dark side intention. Crackling like a lightning storm, pirates and enemies of the Imperial Order he had called home knew what was coming for them miles before he was around. He knew the about the tumultuous storm that was arising— Towns fell, sapped and electrocuted before the Dark Jedi Knight. It was a message he sent, a statement. If you withstood the might and command of his old Order, everyone would suffer.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]This was decades ago, before a carbonite slumber removed him. And when he awoke? He found himself in the care of the Lords of the Fringe, those beings working to bring the light of civilization to his old stomping grounds. From there, the Starchaser started to change, he felt the need of the galaxy to choose its own. He saw the crimes he had committed in a fresh light. What he had done in the service of his own Sith Masters. He was a hand, a tool, nothing more. The Lords had shown him his error, and in the coming years, he found himself in the service of the Levantines, and the Silver Jedi. And the light grew.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Until he was approached by the Alliance, Omai Rhen, and Nemo Ven, two fierce warriors and defenders of the good of the galaxy. They had pulled Coren out of a life of smuggling and helping behind the scenes. Gave him purpose. Throughout his time in the Levantines and Silvers he had found peace, and the Alliance had given him purpose.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]And that purpose was making him a family, and given a goal. Some Jedi were fans of using Wall of Light, or a Beam of Light. These powers were just as bad as the Dark Side. For him, the Force was a wellspring, but even that wellspring was going to run dry. It didn’t matter. His student was safe, the Jedi were in retreat. All he had to do was keep the Sith here. Keep them fighting, and he had Taeli to deal with. That was enough. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Wonderful trick.” He said, the Force still alight around him. Using the Force to enhance his speed, he moved to dodge the tendrils, before focusing the Force around him, and focusing a blast of Force light at Taeli.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Taeli Raaf"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YKX1ela3nA[/SIZE]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"]

Equipment: Armor in signature, lightsaber

Even to the end, Coren was still a paladin of the light, still fighting against the darkness. He had to know there was no way he would live through the day. Perhaps he had always known that today was his last day, and that was why he sent his apprentice away. The tendrils were preparing for a second series of strikes against him, even as he raced forward, still channeling the light of the Force. She could already tell that they would not intervene before his blast of energy would reach her. There was only one option now.

With a snarl, she gathered the energies of the storm and sent in a blast of her own, shadows and dark energy clashing against light. The churning of such powerful energies, light and dark, clashing and melding... there was only going to be one result.

An explosive force was birthed from the potent mixture, ripping outward rapidly to consume and blast both of them back. Landing heavily, darkness took her vision, pain throbbing...

Visions and sounds came back slowly, followed swiftly by pain. Groaning, she slowly got back to her knees. Her armor, the phrik armor, was completely cracked and shattered. Pieces were missing. Her robes, the same ones she had worn since her days with the Republic Jedi, were torn beyond repair. Her right sleeve was completely gone, a patchwork of burns crisscrossing up and down. Her side felt burned too, and there were definitely a few ribs that were bruised or broken?

Blinking, she couldn't have been out for long but she could no longer see where Coren went or if he even survived the explosion. Luckily, her lightsaber had survived the explosion intact, and with a tired gesture, it came back to her hand. Just in case he returned.

 

[Darth Imperia]

Location: Jedi Temple
Objective: Black Out
Enemies: [member="Quvox"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Jace Khel"]
Allies: [member="Tsisaar Taral"] | [member="Vili Ozouf"]
Equipment: Sith Robes, The Penumbra, Sera's (but actually Imperia's because Possession) Cybernetic Suite, Jin'Wodasir (x2)

--

Imperia cursed herself silently as the Padawan's lightsaber spun towards her legs. For the briefest of seconds, her concentration was split, and during that time there was a brief reprieve for Quvox, as the lightning grew weaker. Unfortunately for her victim, his trick did little else - she stopped the lightsaber mid air, and then sent it flying away with a burst of telekinetic force. With that distraction out of the way, the Knight was free to turn her attention back to -

Was that a Star Destroyer?

Oh no.

The lightning ceased completely, and Imperia braced for impact.

-

She didn't brace hard enough.

First, there was the heat. A rapidly descending, several million ton hunk of durasteel generated quite a lot of that, and by the Force, it burned. Then, and this was worse, there was the debris. The heat may have seared Imperia's flesh, but she could still move while she was in pain.

After getting hit in the face with a chunk of duracrete? Not so much.

Everything faded to black.

-

Imperia wasn't sure how long she'd been out, but she figured it couldn't have been long - even before vision returned to her, she could still hear the sounds of battle.

And then, as vision returned to her, she saw the figure of Tsisaar Taral, her acolyte companion, flying overhead.

Huh.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Location: Room of a Thousand Fountains
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Mishel Noren"], [member="Cotan Sar'andor"], [member="Darth Tacitus"], [member="Tracyn Ordo"]
Gear:

• Neo-Imperator Sith Armor
• ​Asmenys iv Tave Gimtihttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/120169-asmenys-iv-tave-gimti-blades-of-the-fallen/#entry1683581

Now this was true power.

​In the heart of the storm the Shadow Hand remained entranced by the power of the dark side, his mind expanded with every moment the storm climbed another inch. He was the storm and he could see everything around him, all he needed to do was push and walls blasted out of the way, floors would buckle, people became engulfed in death and destruction from the raw power of the dark side. The more he fed on negative emotion, the more bodies were linked to his storm, the stronger it became. He was the conduit for the growing cataclysm of dark side energy that grew like a festering parasite within the Jedi Temple.

​They were trapped between a falling star destroyer and a raging force storm brewing within the temples center and he cared not for the destruction wrought, it would all be torn apart and collapse into a swirling ruin in his wake.

The attack from Darth Tacitus was foiled through the efforts of his nephew who quickly began engaging both him and Tracyn giving the Shadow Hand the time he needed to continue the destruction. The mind of the Destroyer gazed upon the growing battle above him on the temples roof, part of it groaned under the weight of the immense star destroyer that fell to the earth with some of its towers still standing. Prazutis raised both hands up into the air and with a defiant roar there was another shockwave through the force, an immense explosion of crimson energy as the storm grew bubbling upward, its power utterly blasting everything out of its way, the sheer force buckled the hardest of metals and tore at the supports above them.

The massive explosion of dark energy obliterated what was left of virtually everything above the ruins of the room of a thousand fountains. Even rubble from the crash swirled within a maelstrom that climbed into the sky howling winds, booming thunder and deadly blasts of lightning were among the dangers that swirled about. The rubble almost created a barrier for the floating Sith Lord, a solid barrier making it extremely hard to pass any projectile through.

Taeli.

He could see her vivid in his entranced state disoriented after the boom of darkness meeting light. After the upper levels were demolished he could see her tossed through the storm. Carefully a large piece of fast moving debris slowed and it moved just so much so that she'd collide with it, and be able to use it as a launch point to begin more movement, collect herself, etc. For the same reason that Darth Carnifex wasn't hampered by the storm she wasn't either. But it was evident this was controlled. A falling Jedi was utterly cut to ribbons from the shattered glass that moved at incredibly fast speeds.

​The storm expanded still and the Sith Lord looked downward for the rest of the temple beneath them.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

He was a warrior. He knew that. A watchman. A Warden. And today? His ward was that of the New Jedi Order. Sending his apprentice off, he knew that at least some part of the Order would be saved, and if she listened? And contacted the others? They would be getting out of here. Cotan, he could sense, was on his way out. That gave the Jedi the hope for tomorrow. And that was all he was needing to survive the day.

The blast of Force Light was hurrying towards [member="Taeli Raaf"] with the determination that Coren could muster. He was going to be the last one standing here. He was going to ensure the New Jedi Order survived. The light he was sending was that determination, that hope, that dream. The galaxy needed the Jedi, and the Alliance was not dead, not today.

The Force on this world was choked, perverted, by the dark side. The Jedi were here, with determination, but even that was not going to guarantee what Coren needed to happen. The next few seconds happened slowly. The explosion of the powers sent at each other hurled Coren back. He could feel armor being stripped away, his mechanical arm melted. Pushing every ounce of the Force into his mind, he caught himself on a very weak barrier before sending out a psychic burst to the Jedi around as he could feel the world fading.

“Run!”

[member="Taeli Raaf"]
[member="Mishel Noren"]
[member="Veino Garn"]
[member="Jyoti Nooran"]
[member="Romi Jade"]

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Spoiler

Armour | Pike | Sword | Jin'wodasir x 2| Sidearm | Scroll
Arriving in: 3 x Phi-Class Heavy Dropship full of Sithspawn (x x x) and some pilots

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Fortunately for Joycelyn, the sheer size of the dropships and the necessary space between them made enclosed space less of a problem. Even though she was quite tall, the dropships were several times taller, wider and longer than her and were parked almost their own length apart. The continued fire did make more shrapnel patter against her armourweave, but a more intimate explosion was necessary for it to actually penetrate. What she had landed, while being a fraction of the Ferrata's capacity, was enough to put the entire street to the claw.

While the Ravagers and the Behemots tore through buildings, The Hyal'hask pulled citizens out of hiding by their arms or hands, or hair or similar appendages, kicking and screaming before. Some were thrown to the Ravagers, some were lined up by the Hyal'hask themsleves and executed, some swiftly, some in drawn out displays of cruelty. Bodies were nailed up on walls with arms and legs splayed. Heads were thrown in piles or placed on the spiked carapace of the sithspawn as they tore through the block.

The Hyal'hask Saphir punched reared its head back and pinched its nose as blood flowed out, as it spat, it grinned with its sharpened teeth and cracked lips. Its compatriots seemed cheered on by the display of prowess from the blue-clad combatant. They tried to fan out and surround her once more, willingly letting her draw them into the unfamiliar as they followed their blood thirst. Behind them, one of the Ravagers followed the scent of blood and the din of battle. Its clawed feet stabbed through the fallen hyal'hask on its way over, leaving a mangled corpse behind.

Joycelyn instantly regretted her choice to peek out and fire. While her shots had caused nothing but smoke and broken glass, her opponent fired a salvo with more precision than Joycelyn had thought. Had they pinned her with a rangefinder already? Barely a shot fired from her own weapon before the hairs on her neck stood, the Force calling out for her to stop. She squeezed the grip of her sidearm. A piece of the panel clicked and caused a shield to form around her. The shield was easily chewed up by the bolts, but it allowed her to throw herself around the corner. The repeated explosions rocked the ground around her, and she could feel herself pounded by the kinetic force, causing considerable bruising.

Rolling further in, she looked at the grip of her sidearm. The shield in it was spent, but she had learned a few things. First of all, this was going to have to take a different approach. She needed to smoke her opponent out of their hiding and engage them differently. The blaster went back in its holster as she looked at what she had available.

"Innie, minnie, miney, moe" "If you say so."

She picked an orb off her harness like an apple from a tree, and turned it between her fingers. Grenades were tricky, but rewarding if they hit the right spot. Throwing it? No, not quite. She closed her eyes and wrapped the Force around it. Her senses expanded as she felt the battlefield around her and the object in her hand. Then, the thermal detonator floated from her hand and over the top of the dropship. It was a long way so she had no time to cook it. She kept her focus on it, meaning she would sense and contest if it stopped in the air. The arc she made would land it in the second floor, but the force of it would tear the building's integrity apart.

[member="Saphir Steele"] [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"]

 

[Onrai]

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

Vanessa was about to do something - then she ended up looking through a hole that ran through the temple and saw the giant burning Super Star Destroyer coming down on them. Sighing, she looked over at Alex and focused, trying her best to create a vision within the woman's head - a vision of her kids giving her a hug. It was simple. Pacifying. And it gave her the opportunity to sock Alex right in the face and knock her out. And if it worked, she would hurry over, grab the assumedly stunned Alex, and start to hurry her way out of the temple towards the nearest location her shuttle was at.

It was a race against the clock until she got smushed, and Vanessa didn't want to add "getting crushed by an SSD" to the list of ways she'd died.