OBJECTIVE I - YAVIN IV (PVP/PVE)
CURRENT MISSION - Beat Them Back!
Immediate Goals -
1: Ensure that you and Malum survive
2: Drive off the Jedi from the Temple
2.1: Snuff out the Flash Runes [In Progress, about to be completed]
2.2: Push
Kahlil Noble far enough for Malum to "do his thing".
BLUFOR -
Darth Malum of House Marr ,
Darth Amarok
,
Darth Carnifex
,
Annika Starfire,
Ansisa
Lina Ovmar
Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax
Srina Talon Sarlow Zambrano
Vestara VII
OPFOR -
Valery Noble
Kahlil Noble
Zark San Tekka
Connel Vanagor
Thurion Heavenshield
Vulpesen
Nir Si
Gress D'ran
Liram Angellus
Loomi Danthem Scipios
Jalen Kai'el
BB-610
Tracyn Ordo
TARGETING ACTION(S) -
Darth Malum of House Marr
Valery Noble
Kahlil Noble
Springing further with resigned determination, striding as the Jedi realized too little too late realizing the Kiffar's plans are sprung into motion. One sniper, two, each making their mark on the Flash Runes before falling and their compatriots rising to take their place. He felt time slow, in the way only a battle could allow the moments to slow to allow his mind to reel. He had trusted in his contingent, he had trusted his cousin, but now...this was beyond him. Give him a slugthrower, or a crew of Hutt Cartel gunmen in front of him, maybe a few starfighters with blaster cannons pointed at him, and he could slip through like water on a otter-duck's back. But here, against a Jedi, against a
Master - the fallen scion of the Butcher King on Korriban.. what could he
do?
"You should run, Acolyte."
And that was it. Those were the words that spurned him from grim obedience to cocksure smile. Smiling was a weapon, to intimidate, to cause fear, and to subdue the pain that he may endure. Trayze didn't fight alone, for he had his cousin, who he trained, who he was now willing to state he shared blood with. Their shared ancestor of the legendary Darth Marr had granted them gifts that were as diametric as they were dynamic.
For Malum was like a shadow, slick, sleek, and even now contested the Jedi Grandmistress like two currents of wind. Malum was more mystically oriented, casting his mind and knowledge to the breadth and length of all manner of esoterica, blessing him with a wide variety of abilities and trinkets. Trayze, however, was content to practice throwing a single punch a thousand times.
Even now, the Jedi would beheld the similarity between the strange Acolyte and the Lord of the Tsis'kaar - for the Force flowed in each of the pair. In Malum, he was a shadow, bending, lurching, striking, parrying; in the Acolyte, Khalil would find somewhat of a kindred spirit.
Tutaminis, but not simply a reactionary means of absorbing energy, encased the Kiffar in a vampiric shield of shimmering pressure, greedily devouring and accumulating energy, bloating within the core of the Acolyte like a bubbling geyser. Ever since being inducted into the Sith Order in earnest, Trayze used his psychometry and his connection to the Force to focus himself inward. Honing his physique, focusing on the base skills of how the body and mind endure the Force, and pushing them to the limit, and inch by inch further.
Trayze knew what his strengths were, and they were excelled through not only his cousin, but through the unlikely mutual teaching of
Elise Ahana-Gwyneira
to delve deeper to how his own power can affect other Force users, as well as a certainty of mind. Rather than the placid calm of the Jedi, Trayze's skin began to shimmer with a handful of photons as the Force coiled and bubbled within the Kiffar's very being, for Trayze's mind was passionate certainty.
It was not arrogance, he told himself, for he knew long before the Force was even known to him, he had fought a thousand scrapes. With Kahlil's lightsaber had shifted in color, in an aura that drank too of the Force, but not as greedily as Trayze had.
If Kahlil thinks a fancy new saber will save him the Kiffar allowed himself a wolfish grin.
He has another
think coming.
Wordlessly, draconic bark to answer the perceived challenge of this new blade. Not simply the mindless blast, for neither like the
blinding he had been focused on earlier, but with
heat,
plasma and thundering sound that would crackle through his arms into Trayze's own saber to crudely beat back the Jedi. Like a well timed swipe, the energy burst forth with his very being as the conduit, to pummel the lightsaber - already preempting the Jedi's own defensiveness. It would be precisely what he had hoped, focusing on beating back the juggernaut scion of the Zambranos away from Malum and those under his care. For it was not simply by
his own mettle that he would prevail, but permitted
passion and fury to fuel his movements and to cast discipline deeper into his very being, and allow that to echo back out into the Jedi, and with that echo, beat back the so called "Shield of the Jedi".
