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Fly High, Die High - GR Invasion Of OS Ord Mirit

Objective: B
Location: B - 4
Allies: [member=Sena Lassiter] and [member=Tes Dralyn]
Enemy: This is you, [member=Andras Garon]!
Gear:
Uhm..... Lightsaber? Some fancy robes. Yeah, that's about it

"Oohh I almost forgot about that." Ameli said, looking thoughtful. "Though I suppose that's kind of the whole point of the planet. To not remember how much fun you had? But we did have fun." the blonde grinned, as the few fond memories she had of the place flashed before her eyes. Ameli had absolutely loved Zeltros. With all the drink and drugs, she had barely noted the hurt until a few days after. It was like Coruscant on spice. If the Sith ever set up shop there, she'd be the first to transfer. Though given the way the Acolyte duo had left the planet, she wasn't entirely sure they'd welcome them back.

"That sounds... Intense" she said, as if the girl had yet to decide whether she found competition to be a good thing or not. On one hand, she enjoyed the lethal dance between two individuals who sought to deliver severe pain to the other, on the other, she had never faced someone with military or Jedi training. Or, that wasn't entirely true, but still. Would there be someone stronger than her? Someone to overpower her? How did that feel? Curiosity got to her. "Just another dance, eh? Think I'll pick up on the steps?" were there new steps, or still the same? Chances were she'd at the very least build up a sweat. Ew.

You ready, girl number one asked. "I-" girl number two tried to reply, but never got that far. "Well we're already here. Guess we're going." Ameli sighed. For once though, she wouldn't let Sena dictate their course by cutting her off and making the decision on her own. Not that she minded, she was usually happy to go along. It had brought her to wonderful places in the past. Though now it was the blonde, who half-skipped ahead.

"Have you ever flown into a warzone like this? Is this something I should start expecting when we travel together?" she asked, walking backwards and looking back at Sena as they entered into the main factory complex. Ameli turned back again, as they made their way through to the entrance into 'B - 4'. "What happened? Have you ever lost a dance?" Walking into the area, there was but one man inside. "Think he'll wanna dance?" she asked Sena in a hushed voice, without turning her head away from him. It was interesting how her first question wasn't 'Is he Sith? Is he Jedi?' but simply 'Can I kill him?'
 

Liliane

Guest
Objective: B
Location: Fuel Depot | 9
Allies: The Galactic Republic & Allies
Enemies: The One Sith & Allies, [member="Vengeance"] & [member="Greta Kohler"]
Gear: Personal Lightsaber, Blaster, Covenant Ring

Somebody had noticed her. Her heartbeat raised a lot and adrenaline got a huge boost. She would have to fight. It was like a primitive need she felt inside -- the need to stand for herself and destroy what was on her way. The need was stronger than anything else she had ever felt like; maybe it was the Dark Side of the Force which started taking control over her.

"I won't leave, you nasty Sith!" she spoke with a surprisingly calm and cold voice. She would have wanted to have a mirror around so that she'd be able to see if her eyes were their typical red colour or if they had changed to the hue full of corruption.

"Maybe you're the one who should train and come back. Or stay here and die."

Her eyes flickered around, trying to see if there was anybody else around. At that moment, she only noticed the man. It was good. But the point was, he had a huge number of troopers with him -- there were at least ten, maybe even twenty or more. How would she fight against all of them?
 
Objective: B
Location: Section 7
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"], [member="Darth Ferus"], [member="Saiah"], [member="Jardo Snow"]
Enemies: [member="Aela Talith"], [member="Zaren Bouqi"]
Gear: Clothes, lightsabers.

This moment presented a great opportunity for the amphibious Sith Assassin. The Jedi happened to be somewhat distracted by others, enough for this to work, therefore Avreet prepared to close the distance between them and send the female Jedi Master to the Void by piercing her heart and ending the fight before it even truly started… and he would have done so if not for another Jedi appearing out of nowhere, a familiar signature Veles had last felt many, many years ago. There was no time to wonder about how the man’d managed to sneak into the place without being detected by anyone – as the phrik-armoured man waited for nothing and immediately used the Force to attack, targeting the least obvious member of the Sith party and anyone else standing in the way. Mentally cursing, the Mon Cal was forced to forego his initially planned strike as a telekinetic blast’s been released by the newcomer and sent straight at the cloaked Sith Lord, who found himself forced to address the latest issue instead of focusing on the original enemy.

Naturally, unwilling to let the blast hit him and possibly break his focus and invisibility, thus ruining the surprise planned for the woman, Avreet chose the simplest and also the most effective way of dealing with the blast of telekinetic energy headed his way – by not getting hit. That’s been done by taking two long and powerful strides to the side, quickly moving the Sith Lord into the woman’s back, feeling nothing but a soft breeze on his moist skin as the wave of air passed by. When moving to dodge the attack, one eye swivelled to towards the newcomer, the other remained fixed at the woman, allowing Avreet to witness the glowing orb shielding the female Jedi from Ferus’ attack. In the end, Avreet was glad he’d been disturbed, as his lightsabers wouldn’t have penetrated the shield anyway.

The pacing did not stop there and soon Avreet made a semi-circle around her and stood in her right side, similarly to how he did when he appeared on the Jedi’s left – effectively using her as a shield from any other attacks by placing the young female Jedi between himself and the newcomer. This seemed like another good moment to go for a swift stab, yet Avreet held his hand, patiently waiting for a better opportunity, not wasting his energy on pointless strikes. If his fellow Sith released a few more attacks, it’d significantly drain the woman’s energy, eventually forcing her to leave her shell, become vulnerable… and then he’d deliver.
 

Darth Timoris

To err is human, to forgive divine. And I'm no god
Location: B - 7
Objective: Out of my hands
Allies: A nice pillow would be good
Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"]

Her lack of patience had been knocked out of her but her arrogance was only partially remedied.

Up close like this, she felt confident, invulnerable even. She was highly proficient in Teräs Käsi – as much an expert as the man whose memories she’d been gifted through Sith Sorcery on Ambria. And perhaps – like him – her conceit would be her undoing.

His hands went to grab her arms. She saw the move coming – it was core to the martial art after all – to predict attacks in an almost Force like manner. This was to her favour, given her lightning speed, once he held her upper arms, her lower arms would be inside his guard – exposing his heart for her to pluck like some ripe plum - so she did not oppose him.

Except…the moment he grabbed her arms, she could remember nothing else… Her body would have gone limp in his hands and she could only hope the massive amount of electricity wasn’t fatal. Not that an unconscious girl would be able to defend herself anyway.
 
PC Template
Objective: Defend the fuel depot. (Objective B)
Location: Room 7 of the fuel depot moving to room 9.
Allies: One Sith and [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]
Gear: Standard Dark robes and Red blade Light Saber.


NPC Template
Unit: Sith Trooper Platoon
Strength: 30 Trooper
Objective: Providing interesting background for Vengeance.
Location: Room 7 of the Fuel Depot in defensive positions.


Vengeance laughed actually laughed at the jedi. It was a laugh of joy............did Sith feel joy? He brought his saber up in a Makashi salute.

"You have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that." "Shall we dance you and I little Jedi?"

Vengeance smiled as he started to walk towards her almost as if stalking her the predator stalking his prey. Just as he got to her his hand shot forward a small ball of lightening leaping towards her.

"When you fall let it be known that is was Vengeance who sought you out this day and Vengeance who brought you to your knees."

He wore a smile on his face like a kid with his favorite toy. Oh how much he really enjoyed an actual fight. Finding an opponent willing to lay it out all on the line was the only opponent worth seeking out. This Jedi whoever she was had given him so much more than any Jedi he had met so far. For that even though they had just met he respected her. He was going to kill her but he respected her.
 

Liliane

Guest
Objective: B
Location: Fuel Depot | 9
Allies: The Galactic Republic & Allies & [member="Vol Nanna"]
Enemies: The One Sith & Allies, [member="Vengeance"] & [member="Greta Kohler"]
Gear: Personal Lightsaber, Blaster, Covenant Ring

The ball of lightning was a thing she had not seen being used that much, so she didn't know what to do. Was it going to follow her? Or just fly on in one direction, waiting to hit something? Her anxiety made it slightly more difficult to fight. Maybe if she did manage to survive this, she would have to practice a lot more so that she'd feel more comfortable fighting? After all, her duels against Sith had by so far been only little spars, not real duels with a chance of anybody's death.

Jumping away from the ball seemed like the best thing to do, so that's what she did -- she took a small leap to the right.

"I'll mark this day in my calendar, but I'll add quotation marks to that remark. So that I'd wake up happily every morning and have a small laugh."

She looked at her ignited blade and then at the enemy once again. Huh, it was going to be an interesting fight.

Her feet started guiding the girl backwards, away from the man. But her mind formed a plan of how to fight against the opponent. And when she was in the edge of that section of the fuel depot, she took a Force Leap forward over the man and would fall behind him.
 
PC Template
Objective: Defend the fuel depot. (Objective B)
Location: Room 7 of the fuel depot moving to room 9.
Allies: One Sith and allies
Enemies: [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]
Gear: Standard Dark robes and Red blade Light Saber.


NPC Template
Unit: Sith Trooper Platoon
Strength: 30 Trooper
Objective: Providing interesting background for Vengeance.
Location: Room 7 of the Fuel Depot in defensive positions.


Vengeance listened to her retort but watched her retreat back slowly. It didn't fit at all. Her words were aggressive but her actions passive. It was not until she leaped that Vengeance smiled knowing what it was she was doing. He paused letting her pass over him before he quickly turned 180 degrees slashing diagonally chest high in single handed grip as he turned to face her. As he completed the slash he brought his saber up over his head his free hand joining the other one on the hilt bring the saber down in an overhead strike aimed at her right shoulder.

He taunted her.

"Tsk tsk tsk." "You give up secure footing entirely to quickly in an act of desperation Jedi." "You are doomed to lose already acting so recklessly." "Do they not teach you Jedi how to wield a saber anymore."
 

Liliane

Guest
Objective: B
Location: Fuel Depot | 9
Allies: The Galactic Republic & Allies, [member="Vol Nanna"]
Enemies: The One Sith & Allies, [member="Vengeance"] & [member="Greta Kohler"]
Gear: Personal Lightsaber, Blaster, Covenant Ring

Lilin turned around right after she had landed and was surprised with a diagonal slash which she parried with a diagonal slash against the blade. Ugh, that was getting interesting. She could already tell the man was a better fighter than any of the Sith she had fought with before. It was equally terrifying and heartwarming at the same time. It also made her feel slightly anxious.

The attack at her shoulder was something that she had a slight difficulty at blocking. Just a single moment before the blade would hit her, she moved slightly to the left so that the blade of the bright red saber only touched her slightly. It hurt as if she had been brutally amputated, though.

"Ugh."

She sighed and slashed with her saber vertically from the right to the man's left arm. While the saber moved, she used her left hand to Force Pull the man closer. Whether it would succeed or not, she'd see soon.

"Thankfully, I am not a Jedi."
 
PC Template
Objective: Defend the fuel depot. (Objective B)
Location: Room 9.
Allies: One Sith and allies
Enemies: [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]
Gear: Standard Dark robes and Red blade Light Saber.


NPC Template
Unit: Sith Trooper Platoon
Strength: 30 Trooper
Objective: Providing interesting background for Vengeance.
Location: Room 7 of the Fuel Depot in defensive positions.

Vengeance side stepped the slash letting it pass between them before feeling the force pull. He chuckled deciding not to resist he shot towards her bring up his elbow level with her jaw letting the momentum determine the force behind it if it hit at all. Then Vengeance brought his knee up towards her stomach attempting to knock the wind out of her.

"You certainly fight like a Jedi." "Then again no Jedi yet as ever put up as much of a fight." "It is going to be a shame when I kill you." "You would make a formidable Sith with that attitude of yours."

As he spoke he took the hilt of his saber swinging it in an attempt to smash it into her face. If she wanted an up close and personal brawl he would give it to her.
 
PC Template
Objective: B
Location: B-9
Allies: The Republic, [member='Lilin Imperieuse']
Enemies: The One Sith, [member='Vengeance'] , [member='Greta Kohler']
Gear: Lightsaber, Torn Battle Robe.

The hum of a lightsaber was a sound all Jedi recognized and as Vol walked through the halls his ears twitched at the sound of one igniting through muffled speech. No doubt an effort by his body to direct him towards battle though there was no need for that as he relied on his instinct for direction, something that all Jedi learned to do in one way or another. And that very instinct had already sent him on that path.

Now sure of where he was meant to be Vol sprinted down the hall. The door swayed to the side and opened before him as he entered. The room was large, lengthy traveling down like a main hall connected on all sides but one. There was a window at the top of the exit-less wall. Natural light that came in blended with the unnatural, creating a picturesque scene of the rest of the room. The centerpiece being two Jedi engaged in a battle. Vol thought the young woman looked confident, like she was on a mission, like she had a plan. If Vol could aid in that plan he was going to.

He ignited his saber and angled it diagonally in front of him. He pointed the saber at the Sith across the room but Vol could tell this was not his fight. His instincts and the force told him there was another approaching but he was distracted by the combat in front of him. The Sith had grazed the woman with his saber. Vol being a healer couldn’t stand by when allies were hurt but he had to for now.
 

Liliane

Guest
Objective: B
Location: Fuel Depot | 9
Allies: The Galactic Republic & Allies
Enemies: The One Sith & Allies, [member="Vengeance"]
Gear: Personal Lightsaber, Blaster, Covenant Ring

Sith...

The girl's attack at the left arm of the man's was easily stepped away from and the Force Pull was turned into an attack from the Sith. The elbow hit her jaw, but she did manage to stop the pull before the hit would get really strong. Now her right shoulder and jaw hurt more than they had ever hurt before and her focus was deluded.

But she had to fight. Adrenaline built up inside her and she could feel energy flowing into her. Although it didn't seem to help her a lot at thinking.

She was able to take a small step back from the kick in the stomach so that she wouldn't get even more hurt, but she could not too much against the hilt being smashed into her face. Getting hit with a piece of metal like that was definitely not the weakest and the girl was sure she would end up with a lot of bruises. If she made it out alive.

Right after getting hit with the man's hilt, her right foot kicked into the man's left leg and her lightsaber moved in a diagonal swipe from the man's right side of the waist upwards, headed towards his left shoulder.

She could feel herself getting angrier and more aggressive.

After the swipe ended, she would bring her saber down and slash at the Sith's knees.

"And you would make a good dead body."
 
Objective: Childminding
Location: B-7
Allies: [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Aela Talith"]
Enemies:
Gear:
Of all the places to strike back at the One Sith, Ord Mirit was an odd one. Seemingly no tactical significance, but it must have acted as a necessary supply depot in a One Sith chain of worlds. Hyperspace was an odd thing, the Galaxy was a big empty place, but if you took control of the right hyperlanes, you could cut your enemy’s territory into small chunks.

The over-exuberant children had got ahead of him, even Aela who must have been nearly eighteen, was only just old enough to be in a combat zone in his opinion. He wasn’t their parents, and he damn well couldn’t dissuade them of this course. All he could do was try and keep them from getting sliced and diced by Sith.

As he entered the room in the depot, and saw Micah closing on the female sith, he feared the worst. It wouldn’t take more than the right pair of hips on a young Sith acolyte to turn the lad, he reckoned. As he lined up his rifle on a trooper, he silently reminded himself to bring a bucket of ice-cold water next time.

A careful squeeze of the trigger, and a three bolt burst down the soldier taking aim from behind a crate. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Sith close with Micah and him clipping his lightsabre to his belt and reaching for her.

Crap, he thought. He turned his rifle towards the pair. A veteran of many wars, he would a good shot at this distance, but if they moved quickly…it all proved unnecessary as a bright spark of electricity leapt out. The girl convulsed and started to collapse.

Good lad, he thought, shouldering his rifle and unclipping his lightsabre. With his off hand, he took up his Occluder handcannon, before heading towards Micah.
 
PC Template
Objective: Defend the fuel depot. (Objective B)
Location: Room 9.
Allies: One Sith and allies
Enemies: [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]
Gear: Standard Dark robes and Red blade Light Saber.


NPC Template
Unit: Sith Trooper Platoon
Strength: 30 Trooper
Objective: Providing interesting background for Vengeance.
Location: Room 7 of the Fuel Depot in defensive positions.


Vengeance smiled has his hilt slammed into her face but his enjoyment was short lived as the kick struck his leg buckling his knee bringing him in closer. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw the slash coming. Vengeance growled his right hand shooting out to catch her wrist before she could complete the slash. With his free hand he attempted to drive his fist and saber into her stomach shooting back up into a standing position Vengeance tried to lift her off her feet doing a quarter turn to bring her up and over his head to slam her on her back maintaining his grip on her saber hand.

All the way through he taunted her.

"You know what they say die young and leave a beautiful corpse."
 
Objective: B (Battle the Grandmaster)
Location: Section 1
Allies: The Dark Side
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Gear: Lightsabers, Singlet, Cloak, Arm, Eyes
Theme: Mother by Danzig
[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vgSn0SbQJQI[/media]
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Authority. They say it demands respect, symbolizes power, might, and it was the only voice that spoke to the Sith Lord. A Jedi that refused to force her way, to call upon true power, that was a voice she could not obey, a voice she would not obey. There was no reinforcement behind her words, empty threats falling upon deaf ears. The woman spoke of truths, of compassion, as if they held any meaning within the force that was all-consuming, all powerful. "Inaction is your greatest fault, Jedi." She sneered, knowing full-well that the woman's favored form was that of the Mynock and a far less offensive form to her own way of the Ysalamir. Her opponent wielded one blade, an excellent choice for her defensive form, but with Makashi the Sith Lord could be as deadly with one as she could with two, and she suspected the Jedi Grandmaster would do well to remember their last duel. "You delay the inevitable with your pacifism and naivete." Atrophia hissed, keeping her distance a bit between the Jedi and herself while she prepared to strike. The planet was 'alive' with death, Jedi and Sith, Soldiers and Imperials, falling like pieces on a board. She could feel the pulsation of the force as it cried out, in agony, in pain, and she felt it rush through her heart like the adrenaline that surged through her. It was impulsive, electric, active. She was not this Grandmaster of patience, she sought action, results, it was why she had stayed on the dark road, been to hell, literally, and back. "Death is no obstacle, Jedi, I have defeated greater foes." Came her taunting as she lunged towards the woman.

Right over left, left under center. Two sabers struck like vertical pincers that raced towards the Jedi's center-mass, perhaps the least vulnerable of the master of Soresu's body. She knew it would be countered, parried, perhaps even retaliated against if the woman felt daring enough to fight back this time, but it did not matter. She had developed far more than simple parlor tricks in her time away, far more than elegant and timed jabs and slashes. Her upper body moved forwards with her legs, right knee sliding forwards firmly as her feet carried her across the ground. A repulsive wave of telekinetic power rushed like a ripple through the air from the Sith's lower body as a method of counter-balance, reminiscent of her duel with her late master, who was now lying dead somewhere on Prakith. "Fall into depravity, cower behind your blade, Corvus, or fly like the raven you are; you are nothing before the all-consuming darkness, the tide of power that thrives within me." She whispered, words reverberating throughout the room from every angle like an echo as if to contradict the soft rasp of her lips through a telepathic urge. It was a game of words, Dun Moche, and there were no sharper tongues than hers. It was a pity for the Jedi Master that there was no foolish [member="Connor Harrison"] to defend her this time, that there was no holocron to distract the Sith Lord, only the glimmer of tears she wanted to see rain from the Grandmaster's face.
 
Objective: B
Location: Section 1
Allies: The Force
Enemies: [member="Darth Atrophia"]
Gear: Lightsaber, shoto, self-belief
Theme: Time for the anthem…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DB2ELkIzWQ0

‘In time or so I'm told
I'm just another soul for sale... oh, well
The page is out of print
We are not permanent
We're temporary, temporary
Same old story

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?

I'm the voice inside your head
You refuse to hear
I'm the face that you have to face
Mirrored in your stare

I'm what's left, I'm what's right
I'm the enemy
I'm the hand that will take you down
Bring you to your knees

So who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?’

"Inaction is your greatest fault, Jedi."

“And you should conquer recklessness. Learn to recognise when speed is important. It is not necessary to strike the first blow – but it is sometime vital to strike the last one.” Her voice remained calm, peaceful and ever so slightly demeaning.

"You delay the inevitable with your pacifism and naivete."

“Never confuse attack, defence and aggression. Even Younglings know this. But if I delay the moment I must strike you down, forgive me for exhausting all other options first. It is…my way,” she shrugged her shoulders slightly, as if apologising for not looking to kill the Sith immediately.

"Death is no obstacle, Jedi, I have defeated greater foes."

“You have not defeated me and you would do well to consider overcoming your overconfidence. To plan for only success is to fail to plan.” Now her voice bordered on patronising.

Inverse Dun Möch was something she’d studied in depth. It helped she was able to avoid emotion and her calm and positive reactions were unlikely to turn this Sith to the Light but at least it might aggravate her opponent, make her more rash. Corvus was – as ever – playing the long game.

Right over left, left under center.

Corvus’ saber snapped into her palm as her arm was already moving into the correct position to parry the blows. The violet blade illuminated her face as it snap-hissed into life. In her time she’d faced all manner of foes and all styles of combatants. And she had her shoto if need be – but if Kenobi could counter all of Grievous’ sabers – she could manage two.

Their lightsabers sizzled loudly as they clashed – Corvus keeping her opponent’s sabers in the outer circle wherever possible. Never blocking, always deflecting. Her saber in constant motion, her bladework tight as she built up momentum with the minimum of energy expenditure.

As prepared as Corvus was for many things, she was not ready to die. Not yet. Not today at least.

"Fall into depravity, cower behind your blade, Corvus, or fly like the raven you are; you are nothing before the all-consuming darkness, the tide of power that thrives within me."

“Your killing stops here,” Corvus said, her voice still calm and collected, her efforts minimal – as was the way of the third Form. “I have grown up since we last met. You on the other hand have simply gotten older. I am a Jedi, I am sworn to tell the truth, as much as it might hurt you to do so – search your feelings, you know it to be true.”
 
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective B[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: A microcosm of Opportunity [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“What’s your name, Master Jedi?” the Sith Lord asked.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]His posture seemed composed, relaxed and utterly indifferent to the real threat the lightsaber posed to his corporeal form, but in a lot of ways it was a mere illusion. There was a tension there, a gathering of the storm that was waiting to be sprung on the [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]exact right moment[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Had it come yet?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Maybe.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But Carach was not a man who hastened a fight, there was a certain ritual to it, a way to do it and a way on how not to do it. They would see if the girl was able to overcome the lowered expectations that the Voice of the Dark Lord held for the Jedi Order at large.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It would be… [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]interesting.[/SIZE]
 

Liliane

Guest
Objective:
Location: Fuel Depot | 9
Allies: The Galactic Republic & Allies
Enemies: The One Sith & Allies, [member="Vengeance"]
Gear: Personal Lightsaber, Blaster, Covenant Ring

The punch in Lilin's stomach didn't make her feel any better. She couldn't block it from happening any way as she was too exhausted both mentally and physically due to numerous hits she couldn't parry.

For the first time ever, she felt weak. Ruined. Wrecked. While the man held her wrist and took the rest of her into his grip to raise her up over his head, all she could think go was the aggression, fear, sadness inside. It took her over, made her feel like she was caught between all of her troubles. And this strange feeling in her chest which she didn't understand.

Her eyes blinked and turned from red to yellow. They were full of the Dark Side of the Force. And then she fell on the ground, her back hitting the ground first, then the rest of her body. It was an infuriating attack. It was extremely painful.

"I know exactly what they say about people like you," the girl whispered as she lied on the ground, kicked the man with her foot, trying to make him stumble, and started to rise up. "You are weak. You can't embrace the fact that you have to obey to the wish of the Force." She stood up on her legs once again and looked into the eyes of the Sith while her lightsaber was in her hand, once again ignited.

"You try so hard to become the Master of the Force, but let me tell you something. You can't. The Sith are a fragile tiny shell which will be crushed when enough force is applied. You may think you are powerful, but in the end of the day, you are just weak. You are too weak to stand against your emotions. You are so weak that you fell into the pit of darkness."

She wrapped her left hand around the lightsaber's hilt and took a Jedi Ready Stance.

"You are merely a pawn, a rebel who tries to fight against the Force. But you will never succeed."

She smiled at the man while she moved forward once again and, even though her whole body hurt, when she was close enough to the Sith, she raised her hands with the lightsaber above her head and stroke vertically, trying to hit the man's head. Right after that, her lightsaber's blade would disappear and she would try to punch the man in his face while her left hand would focus on another Force Pull to hit the man straight into his stomach.

Oh Force, her body hurt a lot.
 
Objective B
Location: Somewhere you’re not.
Duelling: [member="Darth Carach"]

It was a wide miss, at least it felt like it. Her attack seemingly dissipated into nothing like a fever dream in the midst of all the chaos. Her head shook for a bit as she tried to get a grip. Was she losing it, did it happen in the first place? She wasn’t sure, but whatever it was it was as if for a moment she had been out of sync with reality.

A grin grew on her. What was her name?

“You don’t care, not really.” She grasped her hilt by both hands. “It’s Kana.”

The healer raised her saber one more time. A hand extended itself in front of her as she hunched down while raising her saber to align to the horizontal line of her sight. She was readied for defense, perhaps as a dead giveaway of her moment of hesitation or even doubt that she fully knew what she was doing. The storm was brewing both internally and externally. The flickering of eyes, the increased heartbeat and the thin layer of sweat forming on her forehead without having taken any action.

She both wanted it and didn’t want it at the same time.

“My name, is Kana Truden,” She repeated as her guard remained in place. “And I come seeking an end.”
 
[SIZE=13.3333333333333px]Location : B - 7[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.3333333333333px]Objective : Arrive at the depot - Search the Blondie[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.3333333333333px]Allies: [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.3333333333333px]Enemies: [member="Darth Timoris"] 1 vs 1[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.3333333333333px]Music: [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333333333333px]Some Nights[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Just like that, the petite and unconscious form would slump into his arms, a lingering cerulean glow waning from the gunmetal grayblue of his shock gauntlets. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Some nights I stay up cashing in my bad luck...[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Some nights I call it a draw.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]“Not personal, Blondie,” he’d utter with an upward quirk of the corner of his lips, bracing the blonde’s weight as he’d guide her body down to the ground. The stun gauntlets were no joke. With enough voltage to deck a Wookiee, he had to ensure he blasted her with enough energy output to knock her out for a few minutes without permanent harm.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]He sat her down, letting her rest her back against the bulkhead behind a crate for protection. In other circumstances he’d be a bit more gentle, but the focus was on making sure he disarmed the woman pronto. Through the Force he was well aware that Aela was in her own hot mess, and while he knew she could take care of herself, that whole brotherly protective streak still would tug strongly within.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Steps came from behind him, and it was only his sense of awareness that he caught sight of a fellow Covenant member. Voidstalker. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]“Cover me!”, he’d call out to him, crouching down besides the young woman. Starting from her head, he began to move down, searching her unconscious person for any weapons. He needed to get those away from her stat.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]The way a body would lay and how weight carried allowed the Lorrdian in him to pick up on things a normal person wouldn’t. It was also a good thing she was wearing robes. Made searching for hidden shives or sabers all the easier. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Then they needed to make sure they could restrain her. His stun gauntlets were good. But not THAT good. A few minutes could be anything based on her fortitude. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Granted, nothing was stopping him from shocking her again if she began to come to. [/SIZE]
 
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective B[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: A microcosm of Opportunity[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Kana… Truden.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Sith Lord tried to taste the name on his mental taste buds and it came up short as the realization settled who this could very well be, how… [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]fascinating[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]. Part of him wondered if this was the right course of action, if he should simply let this girl go, because of her shared heritage with his business associate.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]In the end she had stepped foot on this battlefield herself. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Nobody had forced her to.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]She was here on her own accords and Carach could not simply afford to be merciful, letting her go without at least an illusion of a fight. The Dark Lord would probably not approve of him letting a Jedi Master go whose mental state was [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]fragile[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] to say the least.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Ah… yes, Truden.” Carach finally replied. “I have heard a lot of good about your brother.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Silence. The storm raised itself.[/SIZE]
 

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