Skirmish Falling to the Earth like Black Snow [Jedi & Sith]

[Connel Vanagor]

I learned from my mother and father, but I am not them!​

Spoiler: PERSONAL EFFECTS

Jedi Defender Light Corvette
"Crotch Rocket" Speederbike
Headset Microphone Comm-link
Vambraces
Custom Robes/Armor
Long handle Lightsaber "Alpha"
Short saber "Omega"
Astromech Droid "D1-N3"

[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
SECTOR: Cerea Farmlands
MISSION: Rescue Hostages
TAGS: Allies:
Kahlil Noble / Jorus Q. Merrill / Targraanak / Cortana Jade / Jonyna Si / Lossa Darcuhl / Thirdas Heavenshield
Foes: Darth Carnifex / Darth Strosius / Malum of House Marr / OPEN

Connel Vanagor can be fooled.

Once.

Not to say he was a tactical master or anything, but once he learned what you were capable of, he would be on guard and not let you pull anything else, if he could help it. The “Little Jedi” comment was just what he wanted to hear, Connel knew a ‘bait’ when he could hear it. So with the desire to ruin that, he slowly masked his aura. It should work well enough to render him invisible through the Force, but he was not a master of the skill, so if Vazz knew what he was doing it could fail just as easily.

Disengaging and clipping both of his weapons, Connel silently pointed to himself and then to a nearby window. The window was his intended entry point. Not much of a surprise, but at least he won’t be falling into and springing a trap. Walking relatively quietly, but quickly to the edge, Connel jumped and grasped hold of the window skill before climbing in. Looking around, it was dark, and he had little choice, but re-engage both weapons.

He knows I’m here now.

Spoiler: SUMMARY OF ACTIONS

Staging to Rescue hostages

 

[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

"Chit" Nathan muttered as the ambush from SF-3335 commenced. He wasn't fast enough to warn Jonyna Si , but he didn't need to be, as the Jedi Master was more than adequate at evading the attack, and returned fire, Nathan, not wanting to split up and leave her vulnerable, directed his targeting systems to the last approximate place she had been before the enemy had cloaked and unleashed cannon spray in her direction.

"Master Si, I'm going to try and flank them while you attack directly. Good luck." He said as he piloted on the ground to rush his target, unleashing another burst of the cannons in the Sith strandcast's direction...

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"I'll find more, there's always an abundance in supply."

Though it was clear that several souls had been freed from Tosochkashai, it was not the total sum. Many more were bound within the broken blade, crying out in anguish for release. The runes etched onto the blade's surface pulsated with vicious hunger, already yearning to replenish what had been depleted. Darth Carnifex snarled, His eyes blazing with indignant fury. "You fight a losing struggle, my child, the Jedi spread themselves thin. To contain the Mandalorians, to contain the Sith. How many worlds suffer even now as you stand here before me? A Shield not broad enough."

He struck again, lunging at Kahlil with the fury and quickness He was deadly for. But the Shield of the Jedi would not be so easily overcome, for despite all of the Dark Lord's venom; the Shield stood resolute and did not waver in the face of such horror. Spinning through the air, the Dark Lord's blade clashed with Kahlil's lightsaber, the Dark Lord then shifting momentum midair and bounding up and over before landing with deft grace on the other side.

"And what of your children? They grow might indeed, but you will not be there forever. When your bones lie moldering in the crypt, I will yet endure. Vera cannot withstand the power of her blood, nor can Aeryn, Aurra, Adam." A devious grin spread from ear to ear, almost inhuman. "Not even Aris, his fate was sealed long ago."

Kahlil Noble ​

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

"You disapprove," Malum spoke without judgement, through the mask that he was fast becoming readily attached to, the replica of his great ancestor's, the one which Malum had worn as he committed his most damning sin. Betrayal. As he overlooked the burning planet below him.

It served as a reminder, of that unforgivable act.

Yet it served other purposes too, it bound the two dishonoured apprentices of Darth Ophidia, where others may have thought the Tsis'Kaar was dead and gone with the death of Darth Ophidia, as her betraying apprentices turned upon on each other for scraps and oddments. They rather stood together, both having few friends in the Order, when they had arrived to trial, both masked and resolute, without emotion or feeling.

It told them all, that they were resolute and determined, that the Tsis'Kaar would not be dead with them at the helm.

Of course, that was the reason he told himself, whispered at night hoping that it was true, lying to himself as ably as he lied to others.

As another voice, one not his whispered back every time.

He shook those troubling thoughts out of his mind, for once simply enjoying this unlikely moment of peace in his mind, all the more ironic that with his position on the hill, overlooking the chaos on the planet below, it was anything but peaceful. The comms spoke of various great battles taking place on the planet, such was to be expected, he supposed. Even if this world was not yet part of the Galactic Alliance, its presence so close to its expanding borders, almost made it so by default.

That Darth Carnifex himself had revealed himself on the world, almost guaranteed Alliance intervention. Such that he led this expedition, would have normally had him and Ali stay far, far away from this incursion, even united in common cause against the Jedi and Alliance alike, working actively with the Twice-Failed Emperor was still a step too far.

Which was of course, why their presence was far from completely voluntary. Part of the series of backroom compromises and agreements which had seen them freed and vindicated in the face of the rest of the Order, part of the general reconciliation pushed by the real Emperor, which sought to end the petty factionalism that had brought strife to the Sith at seemingly every moment.

Of course, the fact that Darth Carnifex had revealed himself personally on this world opened quite a few questions in itself. It had seemed the man had tried to keep a relatively low profile ever since the previous civil war, content to rule his vassal state upon the old Sith worlds, atop the Malsheem. He had remained out of the Ouroboros Crisis, and the first time he had seen him since had been at his surprising presence as the leader of the tribunal placing him on trial. Now, he was leading an expedition against the Alliance and Jedi... why?

His subordinates had been rather active in days past, Darth Nwul was infamous for what he had done upon Thule, and then there had been the attack on Taul, while Darth Caedes had been one of the prime planners of the expedition to Odacer-Faustin, and his personal control over Korriban grew day by day. Useful and able subordinates were doubtless useful, but if they began to overshadow their superior... questions might be raised.

Perhaps this was his purpose then? To make his position well known and felt, to overshadow the successes of his subordinates, and to confirm to all that the old lord of the Kainite was second to no one.

Perhaps.

Speaking of subordinates, he turned away from the destruction of the planet below, to face his newest, Kadann though simply calling him a subordinate did not adequately or accurately explain his role. An employee? A bodyguard? An advisor? All seemed closer still to the accurate term, but all felt lacking in some sense, "I can see it on your face, and to be readily honest with you, I agree, this is wasteful, but this is not our show."

He still was not sure how to feel about the old man, his experience was a boon to have certainly, but what his true loyalties were, was still somewhat a mystery. What his purpose was, even more so.

Still, he had accepted his services easily enough, and he had yet to fail him. To think the man he had simply seen at Darth Nwul's ball, would now serve him.

The Universe worked in mysterious ways indeed.

In the distance, drawing his attention away from the old men, he saw a flash of brilliant light near a settlement he ascertained was a village. It was hard to tell from a distance what it was, but it was the closest the battle had reached his position, which meant, it was likely time to get involved.

"Come along if you desire, it would seem it is finally time for us to play our parts," Malum said, his cloak billowing in the wind as he turned away from Kadann, his presence soon becoming invisible to both the naked and unnaked eye, it was time for battle.

Which meant the whispers would not cease.

SF-3335 Jonyna Si Nathan Bloodscrawl

 

[SF-3335]

Location: Outskirts of Farm Village - Cerea
Call Sign: Tempest Four
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic”
Allies: Darth Carnifex Drako Annika Starfire Xeykard Darth Malum of House Marr
Enemies: Jorus Q. Merrill Lina Ovmar Kahlil Noble Mother Askani Vulpesen Thirdas Heavenshield Nathan Bloodscrawl Jonyna Si
Direct Engagement: Nathan Bloodscrawl Jonyna Si

In watching the Jedi she had shot at through her helmet’s electro-optics, SF-3335 suppressed a gasp as her target’s right foot exploded into flame, sending her speeder bike flying skyward in a maneuver that was as perplexing as it was preternatural. However, while she didn’t allow her thoughts to linger on how the Jedi had dodged her energy torpedo in such a dazzling, explosive fashion, the strand-cast quickly considered the implications of the Jedi’s maneuver. She knew that by using her inflamed foot to generate upward propulsion, the Jedi may very well have damaged her own speeder bike in the process, at the very least destroying the glass canopy and the foot pedals, the latter of which were potentially vital to controlling the machine. By that reasoning, SF-3335 ascertained that the leading Jedi would no longer be a factor in the fight—a potential mobility kill—unless something wonky had occurred regarding the laws of physics.

Part of her projection was immediately validated when the Jedi sent out a hail of blaster fire towards her position—all but confirming that she had shattered the canopy of her speeder bike in order to evade the energy torpedo. Fortunately, with the roughly 900 meters of distance separating the strand-cast from her two targets, SF-3335 had little to fear from blaster pistol fire. However, that still left the other Jedi, who was pulling around in an attempt to flank her position.

She couldn’t let that happen.

With a soft grunt, SF-3335 engaged the Crimson Velocity’s auxiliary boosters, throwing her bike to the left in a nigh-instantaneous burst of lateral acceleration. As the masked Jedi rode to flank her, the sudden maneuver kept his bike in front of her guns, while also seeing her safely outside the envelope of his cannon fire. In turn, the strand-cast leveled her crosshairs over the forward fuselage of the masked Jedi’s ( Nathan Bloodscrawl ) bike, the range indicator reading 700 meters and closing as she did. She opened fire just as the number went down to 698 meters, at which point the four machine guns mounted on the forward outriggings of the Crimson Velocity spat out a full auto burst of explosive and armor-piercing slugs, ten bullets in total aimed directly for the glass canopy of the incoming bike.

In short, she intended to shatter it and thereafter, kill the rider.

Spoiler: Loadout

Craft: Crimson Velocity

• FAE/S-05 ECM Array: Inactive
• FAE/S-02 Semi-Active Stealth System: Active
• Ósýnilegt-class Personal Cloaking Device: Inactive
• FAE/S-03 “Phase Masque” Distortion Matrix: Inactive
• Sound / Auditory Dampening System: Active

Loadout:

• Primary Gun Hardpoint (4)
  
  • FAE/W-09 "Yammka" Medium Machine Gun
    
    • Ammunition
      
      • 100 Round 10.36x77mm AP Ammunition Belt (2)
  • FAE/W-09 "Yammka" Medium Machine Gun
    
    • Ammunition
      
      • 100 Round 10.36x77mm Explosive Ammunition Belt (2)
  • FAE/W-09 "Yammka" Medium Machine Gun
    
    • Ammunition
      
      • 100 Round 10.36x77mm Explosive Ammunition Belt (2)
  • FAE/W-09 "Yammka" Medium Machine Gun
    
    • Ammunition
      
      • 100 Round 10.36x77mm AP Ammunition Belt (2)
• Universal Chemical Projectile Launcher (2)
  
  • Pink Vapor
  • Nagnol Gas
• Cargo
  
  • SV-5 “Phanes” Survival Kit
• Pilot Equipment
  
  • FAE/A-03 Repulsor Craft Riding Suit
    
    • Utility
      
      • Neahtid Earpiece
    • Energy Shield
      
      • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • X8 “Gambit” Elite Disruptor Pistol

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil wasn't listening. Not at first. The chains he'd created had shifted. Tethers, ropes. Lifelines. The souls he'd freed remained around him, talked to him. Not with words of course, but by the calm smile on Kahlil's face it was clear something had changed. His lightsaber extinguished as the souls shifted. When Carnifex struck, Kahlil turned his attention finally back to the fight.

A blade of light erupted from the hilt, as he'd formed so many times before. Empowered, emboldened, by the souls that had once been trapped. By the souls that now wanted to to free those that remained.

"I've already accepted I won't be the one to defeat you. The Force can only give so much after everything that I've done." The scars of the darkside had stunted his growth, bleached his hair, decolored his eyes. There was no fixing what had been broken. The Force only compensated what he was lacking. He brought the blade back around to meet the twisted edge of the soul eater, and with it it burned alight to try and free the souls still trapped.

"But I wouldn't underestimate my children. Or the next generation of Jedi. They will always rise."

Darth Carnifex

 

[Xeykard]

Vulpesen Caltin Vanagor ​

The blast knocked him back; Xeykard was briefly sprawled on the cracked stones of the town square, but he scrambled to his feet and raised his saber again. In truth, he was surprised he'd made it this far. His frenzied strikes had even forced Vanagor onto the back foot -- and that was as he'd been recovering from his opponents' earlier salvo.

Standing before two formidable foes, he found he did not feel weak.

His body ached. The lightning still stung. But his muscles were loose, his mind focused. He could feel everything surrounding him. For a moment he hesitated, drawn -- as he always was -- by the movement of the Force, but as ever his discipline kept him in check. Now was not the time; not in front of these two, and not in front of the Dark Lord.

He wrapped the Force around his blade and leapt forward -- past Vanagor, and to the yellow-green one keeping up the storm above. He wanted to surprise him, if only just enough to force his new opponent to block. His strike came down twice: first, that deadly-humming red blade, and second, the energy around it, launching into a telekinetic blast as soon as Xeykard's blade met his opponent's.

 

[Annika Starfire]

Location: Prisoner holding
Objective: Manage prisoners
Tags: Mother Askani Jorus Q. Merrill Lina Ovmar
Wearing: this

How kind of Lina Ovmar to simplify it for her, the Sith were a bafflingly eclectic force where loyalties were hard to pin down... she might have thought had she not been forced to react quickly to the incoming attack. She lightsaber clashed with the woman and she quickly slid her led back like in training to avoid the leg blow, still feeling the awful sting of that energy blade as it grazed her thigh. She could not win against a superior swordsman but she could fight her way out defensively... in theory.

The team of blackblades that had rallied to her quickly regrouped, they were elite warriors, trained brutally and intended to fight the forces of the Jedi, if they could be defeated by something as simple as a force push, they would have been dead before they left boot camp, they took advantage of the distance that Lina had given them and raised their guns to open fire on her. Annika was relieved to see those friendly bolts, it was likely the only way she might live through this encounter.

She flashed her own purple blade, looking for an opening as she backed away from the woman in front of her, using her other hand to whip up dirt from the ground, it swirled with the purple flame that generally acompanied Annika's use of the force and was an attempt to blind or at least disorientate her foe. She wished she had more training, she wished she wasnt fighting for her life against a more experienced foe, but here she was. She felt the darkness around and listened to it, trying to use it to anticipate the incoming strikes from the pair of glowing red plasma swords. It was the strangest feeling, but the raw passion of her first ever real duel felt like a drug to her.

It began to darken around them as her untapped sorceress abilities were stirred and Lina would feel, something trying to enhance her emotions, make her angrier, perhaps more prideful and complacent. Of course this was not something Annika had ever trained for and the Lord would probably brush off the creeping attempt at mental manipulation with ease, but it might at least prove ab interesting tidbit of entrainment for Djo.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Location: Main Square, prisoner holding
Direct tags: Annika Starfire

The blackblades were a problem. As Anikka retreated from her attack they pushed forward, forcing Lina to shift from assault to defence as they unleashed a barrage of blaster fire against her. Red blades were a blur, swatting each bolt aside, slowly moving back, assessing her situation, looking for an opening in the barrage as Annika made her own attack, purple flame and dust blurred her vision, a bolt slipped through her defence, grazing her side.

Lina let out a low hiss of pain and then shifted her deflection. Two bolts found home back at their origin, two down. Not a lot but it made things a little easier. She stepped into the barrage now, no longer retreating, her footing secured and her path clear. Whatever attempt the girl was making to manipulate her mind was failing, the mental attack would crash uselessly against her high defensive walls. She'd spent a lifetime keeping her father out, a master mentalist out. This? this was like a cat pawing at durasteel door. Utterly irrelevant.

Lina angled the deflected bolts towards Annika, let see how she fared against her own tactics.

 

[Vulpesen]

A blur of crimson flashed across Vulpesen's vision, and he brought his saber up, just in time to catch the powerful blow meant to cleave him in half. Driven to his knees, the Zorren let out a growl as his knee pressed into the hard ground. Then he felt something esle, a gathering of the force, a rushing river against a damn, and when it burst, a release of telekinetic power fit to shatter a man's body. As that impact crashed into the smaller form of the Valde... his cloak fluttered.

A flash of azure rose up from the runes of the Varos cloak and Vulpesen grinned as he peered up, his tail swishing in satisfaction. "Do better." The Varos cloak was more than a simple royal regalia. It was a force armor, forged by a council of Wilders then improved by Sasori's own Matsu Ike for a man who had honed his craft across the galaxy, perfecting himself into the perfect weapon against a rogue force user. Sure a slug thrower might have been a problem, thus leading to his constant frustration with the mandalorians.... but a sith was his bread and butter.

Arcing his blades to slide Xeykard's assault off to the side, Vulpesen opened his mouth, his mask opening alongside of it to reveal a fanged maw. Throughout the conflict, Vulpesen had said quite a bit. Time to show that quips and jokes weren't all his voice was good for. "HOOOOOWWWWWWLLLL!" The force howl was an old trick from when he was a jedi, when he thought his was human. Now, with the anatomy of a being who's voice could carry miles, it was that much easier to turn that voice into a weapon of concussive terror.

Xeykard Caltin Vanagor

 

[Syd Celsius]

Syd had just melted through another soldier's armor when she felt the tide starting to turn against Kahlil Noble . But damned if he wasn't giving his all.

Syd flew up into the sky, here she could feel the Force more clearly as she wracked her brain for a way to help bail Noble out of his predicament.

A solution came to her, but it was terribly risky. She stretched out both her hands. Despite having much of her knowledge stolen by The Battalion, what remained was still ancient, and potent.

The spell she called on next didn't have a formal name, it called on the light of the planet itself, the Force not darkened by the presence of Darth Carnifex . She changed it even as she stretched out her tendrils not just to Kahlil, but to the spirits that were on his side, connecting them to the web of life that fought against the dark, Green lightning arced off her body as her flesh shuddered everywhere.

She directed that light, that power that set itself against the dark, into Kahlil's body, directly into his cells as much as she dared, even as her sorcery tried to make the very spirits, the very blade he wielded, even stronger with the Light Side of the Force than they otherwise would have.

Kahlil she called out mentally. I have no time to explain. Take the light into you. As much as you can and KICK YOUR FATHER'S PASTY ASS FROM HERE TO CORUSCANT!

Darth Carnifex

 

[Jonyna Si]

​

To her credit, Jonyna knew her maneuver was risky. The Cheetah was designed to take a lot, and a spurt of flame that flipped the entire thing did cause some minor damage.

Either way, Nathan seemed to have the speeder jockey covered. She still had a mission to do. Shifting her bike, she sped past the two, towards the village. Reaching up to mach 2, she zoomed toward where she had determined the hostages were. Surely no sith would be crazy enough to stop here now, yeah?

Tag: Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Arriving at the village, he quickly realised that he had miscalculated to a degree, the explosion he had witnessed that had finally brought him off his vigil upon the hill, seemed to have been some leagues away from the village itself. It meant little, but it did mean the village was his for now, and he would dare any Jedi to try to drive him off it.

Marching through the deserted streets, he vaguely remembered the datapad he had been reading before his attention had been brought here. The villagers of this settlement had been taken hostage as far as he remembered. He could only hope the Sith troopers had the good sense to withdraw back to the square to establish defensive positions, or at the very least had transferred the hostages towards the rearlines.

On second thought, considering how the Kainites operated, perhaps it would be best for him to "find a way" for the hostages to be... liberated.

That would be for later though, still cloaked from the naked eye and the unnaked eye, the sound of an engine rapidly approaching him alerted him that his query was near.

The Force bound to his will, flowing freely through him as easily as blood pumped through his veins, he closed his eyes, his ears confirming the sound as what it was, as crimson eyes revealed themselves to the world, and in the distant stretch between him and the clearing ahead, a speeder of a make he was unfamiliar with was swiftly approaching with a speed that seemed more dangerous to the rider than anything else.

He breathed in a deep breath, he had a few seconds, and for them even the entity within him seemed to think it best to leave him to his concentration, twisting his body to prepare to dodge the way of the soon-to-be rampaging hulk, headless and wild, lightning bore at the tip of his fingertips.

And allowing his breath to release, the white lightning of his mistress crackled alive, erupting out of his hands, and with the ferocity and speed of light made manifest, a veritable storm concentrated at an epicentre, seeming to appear out of nowhere in the middle of the street, rampaged forth towards the oncoming figure.

Jonyna Si

 

[Jonyna Si]

​

The moment she saw the storm, she opened fire with her twin boars. Even as the lightning hit the speeder, and slowly fried the electronics, she kept her steady fire as she took her hand off the throttle, letting the bike slow as she waited for her to get close, reaching down and grabbing Liz.

500 meters.

400.

300.

She let go of the controls all together, firing off a full salvo of rockets into the storm at the last second. While they won't have a target to lock onto, they would give her an opening at least.

200.

100.

At the last minute, she drew her katana, bailing out of the side of the Cheetah as it hurled into the storm, rolling at 50 miles an hour to the side, as she braced with the force for injury.

Tag: Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

It confirmed it was a Jedi at least, not some negligent driver.

Only a Jedi could drive so negligently, and survive their negligence. For unfortunately, as the invisible black tendrils of his Consume Essence confirmed, it had been a force-sensitive that had been driving the speeder, and as they continued to confirm, they had lived.

Nothing could be easy, could it?

Such were his thoughts, as his eyes widened a fraction, time slowing as he witnessed twin plasma bolts flying towards him, and then soon after, a full salvo of rockets.

Certainly, the most technocratic Jedi he had faced.

The Force flowed freely out of his fingers, extending his hand out downward, while the other faced forward, concentrating on the forces at play, he made his move. Pushing in both directions, he channelled the momentum of both gravity and the oncoming plasma and metallic hulks. At the end of the day, it was all energy, and energy held no allegiance, no inherent force other than what was acted upon it.

Which meant it could be used to do whatever you wanted.

Flinging himself away from the oncoming collision, a great tumult sounded as what he had stopped in his tracks before him ignited into a great cacophony, soon joined immediately after by the speeder, struck by the plasma bolts and rockets. His eyes closed, as he grimaced darkly at the, great explosion of hulking steel, with electricity seeming to coil around it like snakes coiled about a carcass.

If the thing could barely be called a carcass by the time the flames had taken hold.

Neither of them had drawn first blood then, even if they had made for a delightful little display.

Well, it would be best to change that. So he thought as the invisible man stalked off to find his prey.

Jonyna Si

 

[Jonyna Si]

​

Letting her coat take the brunt of the impact, Jonyna slowly rolled to her feet, feeling quite sore after the sudden ejection from her now scrapped speeder. Recover. Adapt. Those words rang through her mind, as she closed her eyes, and rather than feel through the force for her foe, she used a trick she had used previously on Quintessa .

A massive gust of air flowed through the village like water, Jonyna feeling every object it touched, making a mental map of the area. Whatever had attacked her, it seemed invisible. But Jonyna was smarter than that. Nothing was incapable of being seen, sometimes you just had to look with more than your eyes...

There! "Thought you could hide, devil in the moonlight. Tell me how the wind blows!"

Jonyna slashed right at the sith, slicing the air in front of her and harnessing her je'daii blade Liz's power to launch a sonic wave at her invisible opponent, before charging her foe, keeping the blade in front of her as she blitzed her foe.

Tag: Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

An elementalist? Or just one adept at using the wind in their favour? There was not enough evidence to conclude the former, but still enough to not entirely throw out the theory. The gust of wind was an unnatural phenomenon, that much he was certain of, even with the burning hulk that he had avoided, the fires would not have made the wind that had approached him so, and of course, there was the simple fact that the wind had not emerged from those fires.

Too weak to throw him off his feet, strong enough to be felt.

Was the Jedi he faced simply weak, or was there something he was missing?

It was as he stepped over a melting metal plate, that the answer was given rather forcefully.

"Thought you could hide, devil in the moonlight. Tell me how the wind blows!"

Why did they always announce themselves?

He had little time to consider the newly unveiled feline Cathar Jedi, wearing an outfit that seemed to have been vomited by a rainbow, with orange hair and elongated ears framing a rugged face, as she slashed in his direction with a blade that was surprisingly not a lightsabre. The blade slashed in his direction, and before he could consider how odd the action was considering the distance.

He heard the telltale rumblings of a strike that was invisible but was entirely too real.

And out from the periphery of his sight, she moved with a speed that was immediately following the sonic wave.

Both hands rose, the Force obeying his commands, as he had long ago decided after being defeated by that speedster, there was a certain trick to dealing with their type.

One hand pushed against the oncoming momentum, bringing the wind to a halt, and then blowing it back with lessened force back at the direction it came.

The other hand, wielding a ring that began to glow an unholy flame, in a burst of flame seen only when a spark hits oil, orange glow quickly warping in its fury into a burning blue, within seconds engulfed the field, the flames fed by the wind in its fury spreading over the premises.

Desiring to catch onto anything.

And turn it into cinders.

Jonyna Si

 

[Jonyna Si]

​

Fire.


Practically a friend at this point, the Cathar charged straight into it, channeling Tutaminis through her coat to prevent it from burning, she kept up her banzai charge, heading right up to the sith lord's face, swinging right for his neck. She hoped to end this quick, but she knew it was never that simple. Even so, she meant to try.

Tag: Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Was it simply a rule that all speedsters had protections against fire? Did they simply move so fast that their bodies had grown immune to the all-consuming force that was the very symbol of destruction and death for millennia? Perhaps he should have expected it, after all, it had also been a wall of flames that Quintessa had burst through, breaking his final defensive line, and necessitating intervention from beyond the grave to save him.

Of course, to a degree, he had expected it. The Force loved nothing more than to play out the same conflict over and over, make it rhyme, it was the only way to achieve its balance after all.

Yet he had long since stopped being an unconscious slave to its whims and wishes.

As his life flashed before his eyes, rubies meeting sapphires, he all too easily could swap the tall figure of the Cathar, with the diminutive figure of the Asa'nyx, his amulet began to rapidly heat, preparing to do as it had done those long years ago, saving him from Quintessa's blade, just as it would do now, save him from the blade so close to his neck.

No.

He was better than the apprentice he had been nearly half a decade ago.

And now, there was something else within him that refused to let him die so easily.

"Unleash me."

It was time.

As the band around his wrists began to warm, the Jedi might have been surprised as all of a sudden, where there was nothing visible, but the wind knew presence existed, the dark smiling figure of Darth Malum appeared, raven locks glistening against the sun, and crimson eyes glimmering with madness.

The smile did not leave his features when a second later its head was separated from the rest of his body.

Only for a second later, having the same white lightning that appeared a few seconds before, erupt through his rapidly evaporating torso.

Doppelgangers were useful, Malum thought, especially when there was something within his mind that was more than able to sacrifice itself over and over if it meant even for a second having an independent body.

The real Malum flickered into existence, hand raised, fingers plumming and curling with the white lightning shooting forth, a metre behind where the doppelganger had stood, his cloak and invisibility fading, with the realisation that he was discovered, that the woman could see with more than her eyes.

Jonyna Si

 

[Jonyna Si]

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And just like that, Jonyna smirked. Now this was a real fight. While the finishing blow she had hoped didn't come, now she couldn't help but feel the adrenaline rush of combat. The hunt was on, and much like her mother before her, she was a hunter in soul and spirit.

Fight through the pain, daughter.

As soon as she felt the shock hit her, she twirled her blade, the lightning first sparking across the blade of her katana, then the crystal within the hilt. Liz was probably the best thing she had ever invested in, and now she had to once more put her to use. She held up the blade, sparking with energy. One would expect her to once more charge, or even launch the electricity back. But Jonyna was never one to go the obvious route.

"Quiet because you got nothing to say, or are you just depressed for the look?"

And with that, she quick drew Alex, the machine-blaster pistol unleashing a full power cell of bolts.

Tag: Darth Malum of House Marr