Wearing: Armored Jumpsuit,
Synthweave Tunic,
Utility Belt,
Appearance
Equipment: Lightsaber
Location: Atmosphere of Exegol
Tag:
Brandyn Sal-Soren
,
Cybelle Elyance
,
Darth Wallgof
,
Darth Temerant
,
Velda Nar-Donna
,
Escape Jara
Leaving Brandyn behind, only to subsequently part ways with Cybelle, was not an easy decision for Briana to reconcile with, even with knowing that they had a mission to complete. A responsibility as Jedi, to
act. To dither could mean the destruction of them all. Thus was the life and purpose of a Jedi.
And so, despite every natural inclination and instinct wanting to pull her back and protect those whom she felt charged to defend, she pressed on to the forward module, securing every room she could along the way.
Sweat slid down her face and caught in the strands of dark hair that’d escaped from her meticulously styled updo, slicing her way through lines of enemy droids that flew at her like a metallic wind, covered in showers of colored light erupting from the clash of her cerulean blade and the fritzing of wires, all the while counting her lucky stars that the swarming hordes were not made up of the Maw’s hollow eyed ‘moon children’.
Her brows furrowed, teeth grinding as she reached the end of her destination. Husks of smoking metal were strewn throughout the corridors behind her, but Briana knew her troubles were far from over. With each passing moment she could feel the shadow of death and darkness encroaching, eclipsed only by the faint blips of light she felt from Cybelle and Brandyn who continued to fight. Not just for the project, but for a more united purpose.
The hope of a brighter tomorrow. The
true objective behind their mission.
Stepping toward the cockpits sealed door, the young woman raised a hand out in front of her, fingers slowly curling around some unforeseen object and into a tight fist.
Under the applied pressure from the Force, the door trembled and bent in a way that simultaneously granted her access and prevented it from ever closing again.
Then, as she crossed the threshold, a familiar dread coiled within her like a snake, a glacial chill moving through the atmosphere of the room long before she felt the warning from the Force.
A set of guards descended on her like a pair of hell bent juggernauts floating on an unseen wind, their blades whirling and whining with an adept skill and precision she’d never seen.
A symphony of death, harbingers of destruction.
“Shiraya almighty,” she cursed, feeling her resolve waver and her heartbeat quicken as they spiraled towards her, booted feet shifting to a grounded position as her saber slashed in an upwards arc to keep the guard's double bladed weapon from splitting open her skull.
Normally, Briana considered herself quite adept at reading the flow of battle, analyzing her opponents, watching for their patterns. With the two before her, however, she found them to be quite unpredictable in their movements. Unexpected, impossible to control.
Strong as they were fast, cunning as they were brutal.
As blades crashed, it became ever more apparent that every fundamental, biological element comprising these creatures' DNA had been designed to create the
perfect predators, carefully crafted to protect the Maw’s most pertinent secrets.
While she’d been trained to face down many an enemy, Briana felt wholly unprepared for this.
One moment she was pressing the attack, the next she was on the back leg by several paces. Her arms were locked together across her body, rising from her waist to sit above her shoulders before bringing the brilliant glow of her cerulean blade into a defensive position. Not a place she usually found herself, nor liked to be.
Your arms are aching.
She tried to ignore the thought, but there was no denying that she was tiring. Between the weight of darkness that rolled in like vapors down a block of frozen air and the impossibility of tracking her attackers movements…
It was too much. More than what her training had prepared her for.
Staggering backwards from a block of her attackers blade, Briana was unable to tell if the crimson globs of viscera that snaked down her dominant arm was her own blood, or theirs. Fear moved in, dread ravaging her body and seeping into her very limbs, constricting the surety that’d brought her to this place.
Calm yourself.
She could almost hear Brandyn’s voice in her head, telling her what to do, trying to calm his sister as her emotions threatened to overrun her. Then she felt it, a steadying hand against her shoulder. That place in her heart reserved only for her brother, warmed. Her own hand reached up to grasp his, acknowledging a connection that had long been dormant. In that moment, she knew. Brandyn was there with her. He was always there with her.
As their connection solidified, the call of
Valery Noble
’s plight reached her.
Kneeling to the ground in what appeared as obliged surrender, Briana closed her eyes and released a steadying breath, allowing her mind to merge with that of the Swords. A flash and explosion of light burst from the Force itself as she summoned the breadth of her own inner light, gathering it within her heart and clenching down upon it until she could feel the light of every Jedi joined together - becoming a pure conduit to serve the Force, instantly dissipating the Sithspawn in a bath of brilliant luminosity.
Shadow becoming light.
Stumbling to her feet, her breathing labored, she moved towards the control paneling - her mind set.
If they couldn’t secure the project, she’d make sure they took down as many Sith as possible before this was over.
Hunkering down near the navigational controls, deft fingers flew across the paneling, apparently of the same mind as her brother as Brandyn’s voice echoed over the comms.
With a sharp and sudden jerk, the ship veered off its course - redirecting them towards the massive Wall of Light that began to engulf the planet.