Junction [GA/SO] Convergence — Junction of Naalol and Eiattu 6

[Ko Vuto]

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Location: Eiattu 6
Objective: I
Equipment: Standard Lightsaber | Lightsaber Shoto | San-Ni Staff
Tag: Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax

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Ko really didn’t have a very good idea of how powerful other zambranos were supposed to be. With so many he couldn’t imagine that they were all powerhouses. But it felt like it was becoming clear to him that she wasn’t putting her all into this fight. That this was more so a bit of sadistic entertainment to keep her occupied instead of tearing through more rank and file opponents. Soldiers that Ko felt were of greater importance during this battle in the bigger picture than their individual fight.

Observing as she telekinetically summoned a pair of sabers to launch him. Ko changed the handling of his san-ni staff. Holding both it like he had two batons or fighting sticks that happened to be connected together. Quickly knocking them away from him until an invisible energy gripped his body and yanked him towards Teresa. His naturally fast Dorin reflexes had him reacting to what was occurring. Holding his flexible staff up defensively. Making sure it was taut and sturdy to block her strike.

That was until her blade suddenly vanished. Ko didn’t have the luxury of time to brainstorm for his next action. Having mere milliseconds to decide and he did. His instinct to attack and take advantage of such a clear gap in her defense had him shift his body at the last moment. Ko didn’t wish to attack her weapons, he wanted to attack Teresa herself. One of his hands let go of his flexible staff and the other swung it out towards her. Flicking the metal rod straight towards the Valkyrie’s head just as her blade reignited.

There was no turning back now, so Ko wasn’t going to half-ass this. His body twisted some mid air as he used the force to empower his weapon. Giving it a great deal more lethality and impact. At the same time he should’ve cracked her in the head the extended lightsaber she wielded would make contact with him as well. His defense came more from his mobility, to throw off the edge alignment. But still it would cut into him severely. Slicing up along from his thigh, up his waist to his lats, and eventually across his armpit. Leaving behind a rather jagged yet continuous scorch mark along his torso.

The momentum of the Force Pull on his body had him fall back past her, harshly colliding against the ground. His san-ni staff lay next to him. Having dropped during his fall. “ERrrr!” Ko painfully groaned as his body curled some on the ground as the burning pain set into his nervous system. He hurt now, and all he wanted to do was curl up into the fetal position until he could think straight again. He couldn’t really tell how badly he’d been stuck. If this was just some long and narrow second degree burn or if anything vital had been damaged. It just hurt like hell.

At this moment though, part of his mind drifted back to the training he was subjected to by his uncle. Where he was to perform strenuous and aching tasks while intoxicated. Forced to push past the physical and mental distractions to focus on overcoming them. Ko didn’t even know if his retaliating counter attack worked against the Sith. But he took a deep breath and picked himself up onto his knees before exhaling. His breath was shaky from a bit of shock and fear. In a flash he was scared that his life had just ended with her attack. Yet he was still alive. But that panic still lingered in his system. Ko reached down and grabbed his weapon once more. Wincing some from the movement but getting himself back up onto his feet slowly. His stance and posture was far more ragged. The arm that was nearly cleaved off from her attack he kept close to his torso. Moving it made his armpit sting with a searing pain. His good arm held his staff at one end. Flicked the weapon up and over him. Letting it rest on his shoulder and fall down across his back. Ko was clearly worse for wear, but he wasn’t dead yet.

"Good... effort... Was that your best move against a Jedi..." Ko said, imitating her earlier statement. His breath was heavy through his mask, and the words were shaky as he spoke them. But his waning body was not a good reflection of his spirt however. ​

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[Rosalia Aros]

Tag: Vince
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The acolyte should have seen it coming, but dimming down her force-presence dulled her senses somewhat as well. The push sent her flying forward, hard enough that she nearly fell. Just as she whipped around to see why, the young man cried out.

The scent of blood made her dark presence flare to life.

A low growl escaped the teen as she barred her teeth and extended her claws. As the nether creature was pushed off her alliance companion, Rosalia took advantage of the moment. The monster was vulnerable for a moment and the acolyte jumped forward. Her claws found the slightly softer underbelly and slashed hard.

The monster swung and sent her falling back.

And a shot rang out, echoing through the tunnel.

The nether monster fell. Rosalia got to her feet, hand clamped tightly against her opposite arm, where the monster's claws had ripped skin. Her dark eyes were wide, but now held an otherworldly gleam. Her dark aura would be no mistake now. Rosalia made eye contact with the young man briefly before she disappeared into the darkness herself.

Swiftly, she'd make for her own allies. This encounter would live in her memory, but the girl already knew that letting him live was as good as defeat. Another day, perhaps… if they ever met again.

 

[Vince]

Convergence
Objective II: Tunnels of Naalol

Surviving with Rosalia Aros ​

Everything transpired quicker than the information could truly be processed. Confusion clad the young Royal's features as he remained seated on the tunnel floor. By now, he was covered in a layer of sweat, making the few parts of him which weren't covered in armour glisten in the light of the flashlight. His chest rose and fell with every breath whilst his eyes frantically looked for both the beast and the girl.

"Hey!" he hollered. Without any other response than the echo of his own voice. Carefully standing up without dropping his guard for too long, the Crown Prince continued to scan his surroundings. Now standing, he once more let out a long "Heeeey! Are you there?"

Still faced with nothing but silence, he turned to move along his original path: Now with both hands grasping the rifle and with quickened steps as he only had to tend to his own safety. Once some distance had been created between the site of the encounter and his current position, he allowed his off-hand to leave the rifle as he activated his comms.

"Stay alert. I was ambushed by a Nether Monster - it is dealt with now - but there might be a feral girl on the move. Likely a force user." With that, he would continue down the path until eventually being able to reconnect with his troops. From there, they would continue to work to clear the upper levels of the tunnels before returning to the surface.

 

[Jhyrack]

No. It only enraged him further. "Zaiya!" He called out as he sprinted forward. He was supposed to be the tank, not letting her be the one to be struck.

The sixteen year old Lovalla hear Aris's cry just as she went stumbling back, arms straining in the attempt to keep the bleeding, crackling distorted blade from cleaving her in two, only to trip and fall, pain lancing down her spine as she did her best to try and keep a hold of her saber in her hand.

Jhyrack made no move to pursue the colourful girl. He would derive no pleasure from putting down a fledgling like this.

He had not lied to the pair. There was little strategic value here in advancing quickly. Jhyrack would let them live to fight another day if he thought they could provide a true challenge with growth.

He blinked slowly as he turned towards the oncoming young man. His vision was blurred, but the pain made him feel alive.

"I saw you," he declared.

Jhyrack swung defensively. A low sweep, at waist height to put some room between them. He had seen his love of the fight.

"Come! Give me everything you have! Maybe you will cut me."

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Name (optional)
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Third Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Pom Stych Tivé

"You gotta be kidding me," Jax shook his head as he activated his Lightsaber. "What's the matter Pom? Don't want to face me? I thought you said you weren't going to rest until I'm dead."

He felt a disturbance in the Force, a dark power was starting to become stronger. Looks like Pom was doing something in that place. "I need to hurry," Jax thought.

Jax leapt trying to dodge the whip and summoned the Force from his palm. "Time to dance," Jax said hurling a Force push towards his opponent.

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

Jax Thio = bad guy

Objective II - The Veil
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The Force Push is enough to evade the tail end of the Laser Whip, and the Nightsister recoils her weapon into her force imbued palm, charred through to the tips of her fingernails from decades of Magickal abuse. She abruptly turns and storms towards the mouth of the cave. The Sorcery shall ensue within the Netherworld, while she addresses these minor annoyances of the physical realm.

The presence of Jax makes the Darksider's stomach lurch. The way he assembles the plasma of the Force in her presence, and determines it peace, is disgusting. It is in fact a complete aversion to the sensations of existence which she is accustomed. He judges everything she stands for. His snobbery angers her to her core.

She stomps her foot into the dirt at the mouth of the cavern, steeping her surroundings in the chaos of the Darkside of the Force, soothing her irritation.

Her free hand slips behind her back discretely into her purse. "You have dictated my path to me for the last time, Jedi," she warns. "Stop trying to bend the galaxy to your groupuscule."

Not a fan of the monolog, unlike her current company, with her last utterance the Nightsister leapt into a fighting stance. With a wide swing, she swirls her whip and lets the barbs soar, in a manner that they will wrap around and slice through their victim. A potions vile secured in her other hand, she raises the force to awaken its enchanted properties.

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[Aris Noble]

Aris rushed in. There wasn't any slowing, wasn't any sense of his own safety even. Zaiya was attacked by a Sith, a monster that was stronger than he was. That pushed him back. That sort of strength was terrifying, even if in the back of his mind he was thrilled by the idea that there were people he could fight on the same level. Or even just, struggle against.

No, instead he was just there as the Sith turned to face him and struck out. He brought his hand around, suddenly taking hold of the lightsaber as it was swung. His own hand was burning a bright white, a defensive heat to keep him from being cut or burned by a Lightsaber. And he went with the swing, hanging from it as if it was a monkey bar and swung his own blade around for the Sith's neck.

Zaiya Ceti | Jhyrack

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

Objective:
Allies:
Forces: Black Bane Spider Company, Starweird Shock Jumper Company
Enemies: Ko Vuto

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There was no turning back now, so Ko wasn’t going to half-ass this. His body twisted some mid air as he used the force to empower his weapon. Giving it a great deal more lethality and impact. At the same time he should’ve cracked her in the head the extended lightsaber she wielded would make contact with him as well. His defense came more from his mobility, to throw off the edge alignment. But still it would cut into him severely. Slicing up along from his thigh, up his waist to his lats, and eventually across his armpit. Leaving behind a rather jagged yet continuous scorch mark along his torso.

The momentum of the Force Pull on his body had him fall back past her, harshly colliding against the ground. His san-ni staff lay next to him. Having dropped during his fall. “ERrrr!” Ko painfully groaned as his body curled some on the ground as the burning pain set into his nervous system. He hurt now, and all he wanted to do was curl up into the fetal position until he could think straight again. He couldn’t really tell how badly he’d been stuck. If this was just some long and narrow second degree burn or if anything vital had been damaged. It just hurt like hell.

At this moment though, part of his mind drifted back to the training he was subjected to by his uncle. Where he was to perform strenuous and aching tasks while intoxicated. Forced to push past the physical and mental distractions to focus on overcoming them. Ko didn’t even know if his retaliating counter attack worked against the Sith. But he took a deep breath and picked himself up onto his knees before exhaling. His breath was shaky from a bit of shock and fear. In a flash he was scared that his life had just ended with her attack. Yet he was still alive. But that panic still lingered in his system. Ko reached down and grabbed his weapon once more. Wincing some from the movement but getting himself back up onto his feet slowly. His stance and posture was far more ragged. The arm that was nearly cleaved off from her attack he kept close to his torso. Moving it made his armpit sting with a searing pain. His good arm held his staff at one end. Flicked the weapon up and over him. Letting it rest on his shoulder and fall down across his back. Ko was clearly worse for wear, but he wasn’t dead yet.

"Good... effort... Was that your best move against a Jedi..." Ko said, imitating her earlier statement. His breath was heavy through his mask, and the words were shaky as he spoke them. But his waning body was not a good reflection of his spirt however.

As her eyes locked onto her target mid-swing, Teresa's focus was intent on following the path her blade carved through the air. However, she did not expect the Jedi to counter with an attack instead of defending. It was a miscalculation on the Blackened Valkyrie's part. The tip of Ko Vuto's weapon first landed on her jaw and slid up across her face until it reached her forehead.

"Ghrr!" she grunted loudly, more from shock than from the searing and burning pain. That was too close for comfort, she thought, feeling blood running down the back of her throat from burst vessels. Her fingers rose to trace the injury, and Teresa realized her eyes were fine, but it was hard to breathe through her nose. At a glance, she noticed the Jedi writhing in pain, presenting an opportunity. She used metamorphosis to shift the damaged tissue, opening things up and taking a deep breath.

Teresa was glad to see Ko struggle as he prepared to stand up, though her expression was no longer one of elation from battle. Her golden-orange eyes, wrapped in dark voids, bore deeply into the Kel Dor. A moment ago, Teresa's Force aura had been as heavy as a weighted blanket violently wrapped around her, but surely the poor Jedi would feel the shift. No longer was it held in; it now lashed out like a beast gone feral.

The Blackened Valkyrie's wings shot out with a whoosh, stretching wide as she began to move closer. The other two blades returned to their place just as the Jedi finally made it to his feet. "Not at all," she said in a soft-spoken tone that carried an intimidating edge. "Are you feeling so confident, now you know I've been holding back a bit to toy with you?"

"My soldiers aren't even here to actually capture this place. No, I just wanted the exercise and to have some fun. I've had enough of that now, and the same goes for you." The wave of her intent to kill hung heavy in the air. Teresa's steps where slow at first, but with short burst of blindingly fast speed the Valkyrie covered the ground in a flash and came to a complete stop. "It's amusing, when you're dead, They'll probably just think this was a noble sacrifice and move on. Though to me, you are insignificant, nothing. It won't be hard to forget such an ugly and featureless face."

Teresa clenched her hand tightly, focusing on the rage, pain, suffering, and grief. All of that became power building in the palm of her hand, or rather, she condensed by brute force. That hand moved up from her side, visible to those nearby, revealing a shimmering orb swirling with cracks emitting a glow like an aurora.

At this point she stood not from the Kel Dor and looked down on him. "Begone."

Her hand stretched out just as the condensed Telekinetic power shot forth
and a high pitched whistle that followed...

Spoiler: Lightsabers and equipment

Dark Valkyrie Armor
Iroai Amulet

Old Owners Lightsaber

Ancient Lightsaber

Trandoshan Jedi's Lightsaber

Fathers Lightsaber

Svikin hjörtu

Sekitangara

 

[Darth Strosius]

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Objective: Capture the Citadel
Equipment: Lightsaber, Sword, Dagger, Robes
Tags: Jarek Voss / Jonyna Si

The ion mortars that joined the rain and artillery shots were a perfect compliment against the shield platforms and droids, leaving many of the advancing troopers again at the mercy of the fire raining down from above alongside the more easily forgotten and inconsequential drops of water. Between the ions and the walkers the brief period of advancing was quickly bogging back down into a deadly attrition that was most certainly not in the favor of Sith forces.

They needed to close the distance between their forces and the Citadel now, before all their progress was undone by the thundering of guns. :"I need spotters trying to pin down the locations of those mortars, and the artillery preferably. Start transmitting them to our ships in orbit. We may not have bomber support but a few shots from orbit can give us some breathing room.": It was a hasty order but one that the hampered lines of Troopers were eager to receive. Despite how it stalled the advance, Troopers began to occupy buildings to try and find better vantage points to spot their foes.

Darth Strosius himself would continue the march forward however, the Force being more than enough to keep direct fire from above off of himself as well as the Acolyte and the Troopers around him. As long as he could focus on those incoming shots they could keep advancing. But then one of the droids ahead of him was struck down and his masked gaze turned to regard the presence that had felt so eerily familiar. He didn't recognize the Jedi to be one that he had faced before, at least not at first glance, but he had little time to ponder on her familiarity as she leapt at him.

He quickly raised his blades to prepare for the incoming slash but the sonic boom that was sent forth instead of a proper strike would hardly be blocked by blades alone. With a growl, and his weapons still clutched as tightly as he could manage, his fingers splayed wide and the previous efforts of shielding and deflection that had kept his soldiers safe from the raining fire shifted forwards to dull the coming boom and part it like a wave crashing against the shore.

Unfortunately that effort left him all but wide open as the Jedi followed up with an actual slice this time. With a quick step he shifted and let the slice cut across his heavy robes and armor as his sword and lightsaber were swiftly angled inward and slashed forwards to try and catch the nimble foe before she had fully recovered from her first strike. He couldn't afford to get bogged down fighting one Jedi, not when they had a whole world to take.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Naalol - The Veil
Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x | Weapons: x x x
Allies: Aris Noble
Enemies: Jhyrack

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Thank the Force that the behemoth decided to turn away from Zaiya, taunted by Aris’s presence and strength. Aware that the Sith Lord’s attention was now on Aris, Zaiya deactivated her saber with one hand while reaching up to her head to draw out a rosewood hair stick. It was risky, but she was still on the ground close to the Sith and he was blind and distracted.

With a twist of her body and a surge of strength, Zaiya drew up on her knees and her fist did her best attempt to drive the end of the rosewood hair stick against the Sith Lord’s thickly muscled thigh. Bare skin would have been better, but Zaiya had to work with what she had. It wasn’t leather but loose fabric he wore as pants. It would do.

If the point struck, a massive electric jolt would charge through to the Sith, Zaiya intending to use it to hopefully incapacitate him further. His size made her fear it might not fully knock him unconscious, but whatever it could do to help Aris gain an advantage would work.

Here is hoping it did. Otherwise if the Sith lashed back…

Well. She’ll think of what to do then.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Approaching High Tower
Objective: 2
Appearance: Warrior
Tag: Ran Serys | Phaelissia

Hearing Phaelissia over the comms, she wasn't sure what she was needing to expect. Whether they were going to end the duel swiftly or they needed to prevent her from moving from this spot. Both had issues. Ending swiftly might lead the Jedi to escaping and continuing their plan elsewhere. Prolonging the duel could get them swarmed by others. For now, Eira just needed to focus on fighting and working on taking down the Jedi. Being able to defeat a Jedi would be something she could use to garner plenty of respect within the Sith Academy on Jutrand.

The Jedi decided to go on the attack, perfect. They had triggered the Jedi into an aggressive move. Eira used her vibrodaggers to deflect the strikes coming her way. Feeling the strength and power fuelling the strikes against her, Eira knew that she couldn't win this fight purely on strength fighting strength. She was not that strong herself.

Instead she moved around, sweeping at the feet and using the training from her Master to be agile, parrying and countering strikes. She was not clinging to a Lightsaber Form, that had not yet been instilled into her. Instead, she was more unpredictable, dancing with Echani flairs and movements mixed with Lightsaber basics, but nothing was precise or done with the elegance of a Master in combat.

She was surviving through the Force, it warned her of strikes and graced her with movement that she did not realise she could achieve.

 

[Jhyrack]

His own hand was burning a bright white, a defensive heat to keep him from being cut or burned by a Lightsaber. And he went with the swing, hanging from it as if it was a monkey bar and swung his own blade around for the Sith's neck.

The Jedi darted back in like a streak. Jhyrack roared to meet him.

This. This was what made the blood sing. He knew it too. The Jedi felt it, lived it. Finally Jhyrack believed he would enjoy this. His boredom would be given a reprieve.

The jedi caught his saber, using it to gain leverage and height to strike for the neck. The swing came with such venom that Jhyrack actually defended himself with his free arm.

The blade struck the back of his upper arm. Jhyrack's left elbow resting against his horn.

Drops of his own blood landed on the floor. The blade had singed through his clothes, cut through his skin leaving a vicious cauterised wound.

"There!" Jhyrack declared, grinning. "I knew you could do it."

If the point struck, a massive electric jolt would charge through to the Sith, Zaiya intending to use it to hopefully incapacitate him further. His size made her fear it might not fully knock him unconscious, but whatever it could do to help Aris gain an advantage would work.

Here is hoping it did. Otherwise if the Sith lashed back…

Well. She’ll think of what to do then.

"Argh!" he cried out in pain. His body trembled, shaking Aris free. He kicked out at the Lovalla despite his whole body convulsing and twicthing.

"You!" he shouted at Aris, staggering back and barely keeping his footing. "Send her away. You know you want to test your limits. I see you!"

 

[Ko Vuto]

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Location: Eiattu 6
Objective: I
Equipment: Standard Lightsaber | Lightsaber Shoto | San-Ni Staff
Tag: Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax

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There was undoubtedly something different now about his opponent. As if his attack released some kind of building pressure within her. Ko was currently trying to catch his breath as she spoke to him. He listened to what she said. This was just a bit of fun for her? The sadistic thought made Ko clench his weapon tighter in one hand in frustration.

But his thoughts couldn’t really linger before she approached. Her sudden burst of kinetic energy caused her to close the distance so quickly startled Ko, causing him to step back a bit in surprise. She seemed confident in his fate, in his demise. But went as far as to insult his appearance as well. Probing his own insecurities.

As she raised her hand and focused her malevolent power to him Ko dropped his san-ni staff. “It’s about time somebody starts to prune that overgrown weed you Zambranos call a family tree…” Ko said as he summoned his own energy in his good hand. Ko’s body was wavering but his mind and spirit still held great resolve. His black and white morality shined through in his own aura. Was it possible that this Valkyrie could be redeemed? Maybe. But that didn’t matter to Ko. Redemption would only be justice for Teresa, not for her victims. She needed to face retribution here and now. He wouldn’t get hung up worrying about the ‘what ifs’ futures if she could find salvation.

Ko moved in tandem with her. Pushing his hand up to meet The Sith's, the energy in his palm crackled, sparked and popped. A sign of his failure to learn pyrokinesis properly. A sign of his own limitations. Unable to create a more sensible and measured flame like his masters. Instead the power he evoked was combustion. Creating a powerful explosion through The Force to meet her own in kind.

Their colliding energies create a powerful shockwave, greater than the sum of their parts individually. Foreseeing that Ko braced himself using a precise and calculated use of soft to solid as well as an invisible barrier to tank enough of the blast that was created. Nonetheless however the Jedi Knight was sent hurling up through the air like a piece of debris.

Just as Ko was about to hit a hard surface he mustered as much as he could through The Force to telekinetically soften his fall. Breaking his descent as much as he could, his body still harshly tumbled against the hair ground. That combined with the nasty slice Teresa gave him a moment earlier had Ko grunting in pain. But he simply laid on his back, his chest and lungs straining with labored breaths. Ko wasn’t entirely sure what just happened. But he believed that he’d succeeded in bringing a swift end to Teresa Zambrano’s life. Although he survived their clash, just barely, he couldn’t imagine that she managed to…​

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[Aris Noble]

It wasn't enough.

Aris gritted his teeth as he was tossed away. His blade cut, but they weren't going to stop the Sith like this. Hell, they weren't even going to get away like this. He rolled to his feet, steadying his hold on his blade as he narrowed his eyes in focus, trying to think of something even as the Sith kicked at Zaiya. He tensed, ready to leap back, but what the Sith was saying made it obvious what the next step was going to be.

The Sith wanted to fight him, not Zaiya. Sending her away would at least mean she could find someone to come help them.

"Zaiya, go."

He stood, both hands again on the hilt of his saber as he readied himself. Lowered his stance. He didn't dare say it aloud for her to get help. Better to play into the Sith thinking that he wanted the chance to test his mettle than for him to strike out at Zaiya to stop reinforcements.

"I've got this."

Zaiya Ceti | Jhyrack

 

[Jarek Voss]

Darth Strosius , Jonyna Si​

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The mortars, artillery, and blaster fire started to blend together to form a melodic symphony of sensory thrilling music, one Jarek was finally able to not make overwhelming. Trailing behind the Lord Inquisitor, troopers and walkers charging towards the Citadel, the Jedi, gave the young acolyte a shiver down his spine he had never felt before. He felt powerful. The sense of pride and feelings of power were intoxicating.

That made what happen next even more jarring.

Seeing the droid be struck down, and the Jedi leaping off the droid into the air seemed to happen in slow motion, as Jarek was initially unable to even react. The sonic boom reverberated through bones and organs, his head felt like it was going to split in two, causing him to slightly falter. The Lord Inquisitor's movements were nearly a blur for Jarek, as his mind was catching up to the movements of both of them. The acolyte saw Strosius side step, Jarek seeing his moment to act. Opening himself fully to the Dark Side, he reverse gripped his yellow training saber, hunched down and ran to the opposite side of the Jedi. Jarek had been studying Juyo on his own at the Academy, and now he was able to test it against a Jedi.

Everything once again seemed to come to slow motion. His heart beat faster, his pupils dilated as he reached the Jedi. Jarek jumped, and spun horizontally, his yellow training saber spinning erratically. He was trying to catch the Jedi off guard with a pincer movement. His silver eyes turning red and yellow with flames of hate, and a wicked smile across his face as he came down on the Jedi.

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

Objective:
Allies:
Forces: Black Bane Spider Company, Starweird Shock Jumper Company,
Enemies: Ko Vuto

Ko moved in tandem with her. Pushing his hand up to meet The Sith's, the energy in his palm crackled, sparked and popped. A sign of his failure to learn pyrokinesis properly. A sign of his own limitations. Unable to create a more sensible and measured flame like his masters. Instead the power he evoked was combustion. Creating a powerful explosion through The Force to meet her own in kind.

Their colliding energies create a powerful shockwave, greater than the sum of their parts individually. Foreseeing that Ko braced himself using a precise and calculated use of soft to solid as well as an invisible barrier to tank enough of the blast that was created. Nonetheless however the Jedi Knight was sent hurling up through the air like a piece of debris.

Just as Ko was about to hit a hard surface he mustered as much as he could through The Force to telekinetically soften his fall. Breaking his descent as much as he could, his body still harshly tumbled against the hair ground. That combined with the nasty slice Teresa gave him a moment earlier had Ko grunting in pain. But he simply laid on his back, his chest and lungs straining with labored breaths. Ko wasn’t entirely sure what just happened. But he believed that he’d succeeded in bringing a swift end to Teresa Zambrano’s life. Although he survived their clash, just barely, he couldn’t imagine that she managed to…

... The gap between what the Kel Dor believed and reality was vast. The shockwave did send Teresa flying back, but she was already in the process of hopping back before the explosion occurred. As the Blackened Valkyrie arched through the air, she found herself landing among concrete shattered by her weight and impact.

She leaned her head to the side and spat out a large web of blackish-red blood. Teresa felt dazed, wondering what had just happened. Her hand clenched once or twice as she tried to memorize the feeling from a few moments ago while still disoriented. The Blackened Valkyrie's instincts grew louder, as if imminent danger was approaching.

Her eyes snapped open, and she realized her ears were ringing with a deafening, strobing sound. Despite this, Teresa noticed the GADF soldiers moving toward her. "Pitiful creatures," she muttered silently. Lifting her arm, faint wispy trails extended from Teresa's hand, connecting to those who approached too closely. They were paralyzed as they immediately felt their life force being ripped from them.

As Teresa was about to push herself up with her other hand, it fell upon a small leather bag, partly torn. Just seeing a corner of it, Teresa recognized it. It was the Iroai Amulet, the one she had given to Braze . "Why the feth is this here?" she asked herself, inspecting the pouch further. It obviously came from that Jedi just now. "No, no time to think about that now," she said with a sigh, putting the amulet around her neck alongside the one she was already wearing.

Finally getting to her feet, Teresa did not release her grip on the ability, continuing to drain life force to aid her recovery. The dead around her steadily increased in number. Fear grew among those who didn't grasp the gravity of their situation, and gradually there were fewer victims left to sacrifice as those near enough to avoid being ensnared fled in demoralized panic.

She walked across the battlefield as shots whizzed past. Often, they bounced off her armor, or she deflected them with Sekitangara. The blade did not reflect the shots, but the energy absorbed coursed through the crystal. Meanwhile, the other six blades shot up into the sky, sent in a particular pattern that would be hard to decipher without understanding its meaning. The two companies that came with her, however, recognized this as a signal to gather the wounded and prepare for a bounding retreat.

"It will do for now, next time I'll be sure to bring them all," Teresa said knowing the two company captains surely had enough to go off now.

Last post - Thanks Ko for being an amazing opponent!

Spoiler: Lightsabers and equipment

Dark Valkyrie Armor
Iroai Amulet

Old Owners Lightsaber

Ancient Lightsaber

Trandoshan Jedi's Lightsaber

Fathers Lightsaber

Svikin hjörtu

Sekitangara

 

[Jonyna Si]

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TAG: Darth Strosius Jarek Voss

The Roar of Cathar connected, and it gave her the opening she needed. Two of them. She didn't expect it, but she knew it was a possibility. She needed to be swift. Fighting multiple opponents was practically a specialty for her, and she needed to focus.

With a quick step he shifted and let the slice cut across his heavy robes and armor as his sword and lightsaber were swiftly angled inward and slashed forwards to try and catch the nimble foe before she had fully recovered from her first strike. He couldn't afford to get bogged down fighting one Jedi, not when they had a whole world to take.

The moment she landed, she shifted her footing, adjusting Lucy to catch both saber and sword. It was a momentary defense, but it would be enough for now. She needed to strike back. With a quick breath, she let out a blast of air from her mouth, a defeaning and pounding roar at the sith in front of her. She needed to make some space. Isolate and-

Everything once again seemed to come to slow motion. His heart beat faster, his pupils dilated as he reached the Jedi. Jarek jumped, and spun horizontally, his yellow training saber spinning erratically. He was trying to catch the Jedi off guard with a pincer movement. His silver eyes turning red and yellow with flames of hate, and a wicked smile across his face as he came down on the Jedi.

Eliminate. Simultaneously to her roar, she raised Liz behind her to catch the other saber. Strike back. That was what she was taught. Her tail flicked out of her coat, as Claire ignited. The ghostfire blade silently slashing at the acolyte behind her, hoping to take out a leg.

"Don't expect this to be easy" The wind around them spoke in her voice. Jonyna didn't need her mouth to taunt them. She controlled the wind and rain itself.

Soon, it started hailing. Credit sized balls of ice falling alongside high explosive mortars, and lightning bolts striking droids. The armored battalion behind her opening fire with chain lasers from Tigers, as they held the line.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Naalol - The Veil
Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x | Weapons: x x x
Allies: Aris Noble
Enemies: Jhyrack

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Zaiya had trained her body to take hits, but even then, she was only a Padawan and she certainly couldn’t use the Force well enough to act as quickly as she should and she’d known that would be a risk when she moved close to attack the Sith Lord. The savage kick landed right on her stomach, and she went sailing back, winding her as bits of sharp rock and friction sliced through her robe at her shoulder and her side.

Struggling to find her breath, she painfully did her best to push herself up to a half prone position.

"Zaiya, go."

What?

Alarm would blanch her features further, a layer of grime and a small cut along her cheek bleeding slightly.

Leave him to fight alone?!

"I've got this."

Instinct fought the command; the Lovalla’s emotive bond with the Noble teen did not want to leave his side, concerned for his well-being despite knowing just how well Aris could handle himself. Some personal knight she was, despite all her jokes.

Yet another would recognize the tone of his voice, the stance that he gave as he met and stared down the Sith. Aris wouldn’t say those words lightly. Sure he wanted to protect her just as much, but he wasn’t looking down at her ability.

There had to be more.

So the Lovalla fell back to how she acted back on Tython, as much as her Lovalla tendencies told her to stay. She had to trust Aris — and maybe she could call for help this way.

Aris would hear Zaiya struggle to her feet, favoring one arm over her belly. She briefly paused, focusing all her will at Aris.

Please be safe, she’d convey, her skin radiating a medley of concerned colors and swatches of bioluminescent ripples and pulses, but well aware that Aris wouldn’t feel that through the Force.

But perhaps someway it would.

 

[Jax Thio]

Location:
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Third Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Pom Stych Tivé

"Why are you so presumptuous?" Jax mumbled though he had to admit that there was truth to her words. He did miss Spasa but what happened between Jax and her was long ago. At this point, Pom was Jax's attachment and Jedi must rid themselves of attachment especially if they are starting to detract from the greater good.

"I'm not here to save your soul," Jax sighed as the Dark Side started to surround him. "I'm here to stop you."

The Jedi Master sidestepped the whip and then leapt towards Pom trying to take advantage of the opening. "It had to come to this!" Jax said. "But we're going to have end our little meetups sooner or later!"

 

[Phaelissia]

Location: High Tower - Naalol
Objective: II - Naalol: The High Tower
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic”
Tag: Eira Dyn Ran Serys

Just after her third chakram sliced across the Jedi’s stomach, Phaelissia called the weapon back into her grasp before immediately throwing it again from 20 meters away. This time, the disc came in a low, arcing trajectory aimed not to sever, but to slash across the woman’s ankles. In doing so, the Cipher hoped that the unconventional angle might make it difficult to redirect or bounce the chakram towards Eira, while potentially forcing her opponent off-balance in the process.

All the while, Phaelissia called her two other chakrams back, snatching them out of the air as she moved to close the distance. In the span of a heartbeat, 20 meters became 10 and suddenly, her cybernetic eyes lit up once more, at which point twinned lances of frosty death struck out towards the Jedi in beams of ultra-ionized CryoBan, both committed on a trajectory that threatened to freeze her feet should they strike!

For all intents and purposes, it seemed that Phaelissia intended to compromise the Jedi’s mobility, before moving in for the kill.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Frostfire Azalea
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade - R
  • Utility
    
    • Neahtid Earpiece
  • Droid
    
    • ASBF-X86p "Njósnari" Probe Droid
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Purifying Lash
• Freezing Fates
• Sonic Detonator (2)