He who cast the stone [PM to join!!]

[Atlas Kane]

Before he could reply to the stranger, the Dark Lord spoke. His voice exactly what Hayato imagined a Sith Graug Warlord to sound like, deep, dark and bellowing. "I thi-" Though then he was cut off again by a large orb of destruction speeding towards him and the stranger to his right. Instead of relying on the Force to shield him from the blast that would eventually come, he decided to jump over the blast, high into the air to perform a powerful maneuver he had developed over the past couple years. He started drawing on the energy of the Force and focusing it into his blade, which he held above his head, ready to deliver a powerful strike from above.

When he was diagonally in front of the Dark Lord, he slashed diagonally downward, aiming for the upper half of the Sith. A powerful Telekinetic slash of energy erupted from the blade and started rushing towards the Sith, missing the stranger in front and heading directly for the Sith's head. Hayato doubted the attack would cut off the man's head, it was not focused enough to cut through armor, it would merely throw the Dark Lord back if it hit, keeping in tradition of him only using incapacitating attacks, rather than dealing deadly blows, which the old Jedi had sworn never to use.

[member="Jaryn Rhane"] [member="Darth Vulcanus"]

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Hayato"]

The Jedi moved quickly, much more quickly than Vulcanus could easily track. The Jedi who had refused his offer sprung into action, barreling through the flames and darting straight toward the Dark Lord. Vulcanus prepared himself, he was going to rip the man apart; that was until his head whipped backward unwillingly. The Atrisian had leap into the air and unleashed a powerful strike of kinetic energy in the direction of the Graug Warlord at speeds that could break a lesser creatures neck. The Dark Lord stumbled backward, the material of Sith helmet denting inward under the weight of the force. He had no chance to defend against the oncoming opponents' attack.

The saber of Jaryn slammed into the Sith's armor, the blade bouncing bouncing off the material that made up his chest plate. A heavy scorch mark blemished the dirty armor and the Sith Lord felt the impact, a bad place to hit. Jaryn had made a terrible mistake, you see, Vulcanus excelled at close quarters combat and was a master of Force Strength. Vulcanus exaggerated his stumble, falling to a single knee under the impact of Jaryn's saber. He waited, then, only a split second before using a combination of Force Speed and Force Strength to latch onto the man's ankle. He bound his hand around his bone like an unbreakable vice and crushed inward in attempt to shatter it. Doing so, he also made a pulling motion in order to trip the man to the ground while pulling himself to his feet as he heated the man's skin in order to burn and sear his ankle.

"Now you die!"

When the beast was successful, a barrage of powerful punches awaited Jaryn.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Jaryn felt the massive sith's arm wrap around his ankle, he knew he was going down momentarily. But, Jaryn wouldn't allow this to go unnoticed.
The young master took both blades in hand, ignited and in the few moments he was delivering a dozen fast blows towards the sith's head and as he was pulled down continued to do so, before slamming into the ground by the yank of this sith. His metal grip testing the physical strength of the young master, silencing his blades as he knew were his priorities were; Jaryn had to remain concentrated! Not allowing emotions to weaken his focus, forcing his telekinetic grip in between the fingers of the Sith Lord, he was able to free himself from his grip. But not without great fatigue, concentration and endurance of pain.

However, the sith had given him a sore wound. However, Jaryn already had the momentum of this Sith's pull and slid behind his arm and flipped in the air, landing with one foot before reactivating his blades and leaping over the sith's arm, cutting towards his chest with one blade and with the other attempting to slice across the sith's chest before throwing his upper body backwards and allowing himself to fall backwards a metre or so away from the sith, landing on his buttox to negate damage to his weakened ankle.

-[member="Hayato"], strike now!-

He commanded, allowing himself a breath before returning to his feet. For a joint attack on the sith lord [member="Darth Vulcanus"], Jaryn wasn't certain these two jedi could defeat the sith master. Nevermind Jaryn alone, however he would do his duty. No matter how many bones the warlord broke.

 

[Atlas Kane]

As the wave of telekinetic energy hit the warlord, Hayato prepared for another attack, though that was when the massive Graug got a grip on the ankle of his ally. At the same time, the Graug Warlord shouted another threat at them, though Hayato stayed silent this time, focusing his entire being on the battle now. It was as if someone flipped a switch and the once so humour filled Jedi Master turned into a cold-hearted warrior. He wanted to rush to the man's aid, but he wasn't needed. The man freed himself after slashing at the head of the Sith a couple times and performed a jump that got him away from the Dark Lord. The man didn't look like he was seriously injured, though his ankle looked as if it hurt quite a lot. But that was not the primary concern right now, the man's instruction to attack said it all. He had to divert the Dark Lord's attention so that the man could get back up on his feet.

Relieved, Hayato put his gaze back on the Sith. He didn't look like he was going to go down easy, it'd take a lot of effort from both him and his ally to take that behemoth down. His previous attack would've knocked any regular opponent flat on their back, but this one was more tenacious. Though Hayato had an idea of how to defeat the Sith. He would need some time to prepare though. He decided it would be best if he started right now, while the Dark Lord was still recovering from the attacks of his ally, and so he did. He drew upon the Force to enhance his speed, turning him into a blur to anyone who would be watching, as he sped towards the Dark Lord. He gripped his sword with both hands and held it behind him, ready to strike, as he got closer and closer.

Then he cut. It happened at an alarming speed, it was an upward cut, aimed at the Dark Lords chest. Hayato barely had time to see if he had hit, before he drew upon the Force again, increasing his speed tenfold for a fraction of a second, making him appear behind the Sith Lord, where he cut again, this time a diagonal cut aimed at the Graug's back. He followed that up by speeding up again, accompanied by a jump that catapulted him above the Dark Lord, where he prepared another telekinetic strike, which was only half as strong as the last one, thanks to the shorter preparation time. As he came closer to the ground he slashed downwards, unleashing the wave of energy he had stored in his blade at the same moment as it would hit the Graug.

[member="Jaryn Rhane"] [member="Darth Vulcanus"]

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Speed, the weakness of a brute who valued only violent strength. Jaryn's strike came faster this time, the blade of his saber striking the chest plate of the Graug warlord like a lash of a whip. The shimmering cylinder of energy blackened the surface of the armor and knocked the beast back a few paces, leaving him open for the attack by the Atrisian with the sword. The first attack from the Jed Master struck like a bolt of lightning in the midst of a chaotic storm. The blade ran up the Sith's armor, leaving behind it a long strip of chipped metal as it made it's way to the helmet of the Dark Lord. The razor sharp tip may have not been enough to pierce armor such as Vulcanus's, but that didn't stop it from catching on the eye slit of his helmet.

The tip of the blade shot through the eye slit, giving the Vong Overlord's face a nasty wound above his left eye. As the samurai jumped over the Dark Lord, he took the helmet with him. The spiked helmet flew into the distance and the second strike had already glanced off the Dark Lord's armor before it had even hit the ground. Vulcanus had yet to even register what had happened by the time he felt a strong force push send him to his knees and then felt the cold steel of Hayato's blade run down the back of Dredge's neck.

Like a bullet he was shot off into the distance by the flurry of energy that had been released by Hatyato's blade, his body tumbling across the ground like a ragdoll. He rolled, spun and flipped across the dry surface of Utapau before finally coming to a stop eight eight meters from his opponents. A cloud of dust was left in his wake, the swirling clouds of particles obscuring the Dark Lord from view. Was he dead? There would be no telling, not from outside the veil of dirt that had been drawn around him.

Several moments later, the dark figure began to rise over the dust and debris as it began to settle. At first, only the back of his bleeding head was visible. Then, he slowly began to look over his shoulder. For the first time, the men who had come to fight him would see that it was no Graug they were fighting; at least physically anyway. No, it was the cold, heartless eyes of Dredge looking back at them. The Vong Overlord cracked a smile, his sharp teeth glowing in the sun as he slowly drew Vulcanus's sword from its hilt on his side. The jagged, curved blade seemed to swallow the very life of the planet around it...it was a pit of darkness.

Without a single word, Vulcanus summoned a great deal of force energy behind him. Dust particles and suddenly burst into flame around him, creating a wave-like wall of fire that swayed to his command. Drawing his sword above his head, Vulcanus expelled a jet of flame from the bottom of his boot as he commanded the wave of fire forward. The flame from his boot acted like a jet engine, propelling him forward like a cruise missile and straight for Hayato. The wave of fire, however, was powered by the darkside and scorching the landscape it touched; its trajectory setting it on a death course with Jaryn.

Vulcanu's arm drove down like a piston, aiming to send his sword straight down the middle of the Atrisian. Even if he failed to kill him on the first strike, he would not relent. He would strike him again and again like a hammer to a nail, until he had broken him.

 

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The defenders had failed. A mountain of Graug and Vong corpses ringed the defensive position, but the cost was too high. With every foe that fell, another two took his place. The Republic forces was quickly overwhelmed. The small force that remained was busy evacuating civilians deeper into Utapau to await the Republic's reinforcement. Graxin's own soldiers now numbered zero. Not a single one had survived.

Graxin himself had received a particularly nasty gash along his right an, and been forced to retreat. He relied on the force to hide himself from the enemy forces, ducking under rubble and sprinting down alleys. Utapau might have failed, but the opportunity to end any future incursions was still available. Krag was still here. The true Dark Lord of the Sith remained, and with his death, the Republic could focus its efforts on the weaker threat: the one Sith.

Graxin understood this, and he was ready to die for it. Despite himself, it was emotion as much as duty that drove him. He wanted to end Krag. He wanted to make his former mentor suffer terribly before he died.

The Knight made his way toward the two Masters and their foe. He would join the conflict soon enough. Bleeding profusely from his right arm, he bounded over buildings and cut down whatever stood in his way. The force guided him now. He followed it without question. Soon, he would arrive, and soon, Krag would fall to his blades.

[member="Darth Vulcanus"] [member="Hayato"] [member="Hayato"]

 

[Rexus Drath]

[member="Graxin Rade"]
Parker laughed wildly until his laughter drowned into fits of coughing and giggles. Looking at all the crying babies in their little white stroller cradles he looked back to one of his Grag and barked a few orders. "We need ten of them, alive." Looking over to the babies again a slow creeping grin slid up from ear to ear as it enveloped his face. "Oh but I count fifteen. So gentlemen, load them up to the collectors and chow down." Grabbing a baby from it's craddle Parker blew out a window and began to stick the child out the window. With a low hum of energy a collector droid quickly and gently grabbed the baby and furrowed it into the air towards the giant command ship. Parker was here for a reason, this wasn't a random act of violence and cruelty. There was a reason why he was here and it was one of stealing babies.

And one by one the crying infants were carried one by one into the cold yet gentle arms of the collector droids. Parker chuckled then looked over to the remaining five children. "Alright boys! DIG IN!!" The Graug roared their heads back and ran towards the crying children in their cribs. Only a foot or two from reaching them a Graug with only one arm bolted up the stairs and screamed at them. "THEIR ALL DEAD!! THERES SOMEONE DOWN THERE!!" The Graug limped forward warning the rest of them of the presence of whoever was killing them bellow. Parker held up a fist and stopped the men from eating the children. He smiled brightly and turned around. "Apparently not all of them." Quickly pulling up his pistol he shot the one armed Graug in the head and watched his body topple backwards down the stairs where he could only hear his bones break in sickening snaps as he hit the ground.

"Didn't even have the descency to knock first. Well boys we don't have time to snack. Let's go." Looking towards the window where he had deposited the babies to the droids he looked back to his men and shrugged. "Actually, indulge yourselves. Not like you have a lot of time left anyway." With a laugh Parker ran towards the window and jumped out of it to quickly grab onto the tentacle of a collector droid. Lifting up the hand clutching the detonator he pulled the trigger on it, then boom.

The lobby that held the sith in it simply exploded. It wasn't a big enough explosion to vaporize him or kill him it was an explosion that targeted the weak points of the structures interior. The sith would be fine, perhaps pushed back by the explosion but that building was certainly coming down in the space of a minute to two minutes at most. Driving by on the collector Parker got a good look at the sith through the window and he could get one at him in return. The sith or darksider had two choices now. Go upstairs and save the children, dispatch the Graug and go home feeling good about himself. Or, chase the man who was responsible for it all.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Jaryn watched in awe as the elderly master deliver a lethal blow to his enemy, Jaryn was forced to act as the sith lord revealed his vong puppet beneath the skeletal armour. Jaryn and the Vong stopped for a single moment as they both looked into one and others eyes, Jaryn in the vong, saw the death of the force. He saw the death of everything. Himself and this Jedi couldn't allow this sith to walk, and even if they failed. They'd leave a good dent in him.

Jaryn empowered himself with the force, ignoring the pain in his leg and leaped over the maddening wind of fire by a few metres, he felt the wild rage of the sith in the burning ground beneath him, the very edge of his soul turning crisp with the thought of such a being leaving here alive, he did as much to ignore the very mild burning he was receiving from the fire, it was like hell was at his back. So, where was he now? Death? No, he would deliver death.

No, Jaryn was the messenger.

Then launching down towards the Sith, with now only one saber in hand, the young master send a small wave of force lightning directly towards the sith's blade to momentarily phase him before launching downwards like a missile slamming the saber down heavily enough to cut through a couple feets worth of durasteel into the sith's chest and landing in between @Darth Vulcanus and @Hayato. Jaryn wouldn't have been able to defend from the sith's attack, at least not physically. So, he assumed his new found friend wouldn't even attempt such a task. But, that was when Jaryn's eyes drew wide. He may have dealt a deadly blow, but would now have left himself wide open for an attack from the sith.

He readied a telekinetic barrier quickly to defend from the oncoming attack.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Jaryn Rhane"]

The lightning was the first thing to strike and it impacted the Sith Sword in Vulcanus's hand with a strength worthy of notice. The blade shimmered as the sword absorbed the lightning, its metallic surface glowing blue as it stored the lightning within its twisted makeup. The sword was brought to the ground as a result and Vulcanu's body came to a halt as Jaryn brought down his lightsaber hard against Vulcanus's chest plate. The metallic surface of his Sith armor sizzled as the blade sank into the plate, a river of melted minerals flowing down his armor. The blue blade had mad its way a full inch into the armor, the deepest incursion of Krag's metal plates yet.

As the blade was withdrawn, Vulcanus found himself stumbling backwards and a strip of his armor glowing red hot from the effects of the saber. The beast growled in anger, he would not be bested by a Jedi. Gripping the Sith Sword in hand, the beast sent a course of force energy through his muscles and down into the Sith Sword. He was adding his own energies to the stored lightning within the blade, adding to its power and concocting a vile brew of destruction. The Vong's eyes bulged and veins popped through the skin as the Graug Warlord's spirit forced dark energies to strengthen and tighten the muscular structure of his host.

"AHH!" the beast gave a bellowing warcry as as he let another exhaust of flames propel him forward, his sword rising high above his head. The blade was sparking now, the electrical charge built inside to its maximum and upon impact with an opponent would send a blinding, all powerful flash of lightning that would surly devastate whatever or whoever it touched.

 

[Atlas Kane]

Hayato looked at the monster that was underneath the armour. He had never before seen anything like it in person, only read about it in the news. He recalled them being called 'Yuuzhan Vong' or something similar. They were apparently Force Dead creatures, but Hayato could definitely sense something from that man, it was the same feeling he got when a Dark Sider was near and the aura of a Dark Sider definitely emanated from the man in the armour. So he wasn't surprised when the monster summoned a large amount of fire behind him and sent that flaming tornado of doom towards his temporary ally. Hayato was confident he could dodge that attack, so he didn't make any moves to help him, rather he focused on the Sith who came at him with his sword.

Hayato considered just parrying for a moment, but the immense power and strength his opponent possesed was too much for his bones to take, so instead he decided to redirect the blow with his sword by letting it slide down. However, that plan turned out to be unnecessary when a current of lightning stopped the Sith's sword. It was the other Master who had gotten up to his feet again and was now attacking the Dark Lord again. Before Hayato knew the man was right next to him and had made a very impressive cut into the Sith's amour, which was an indirect contribution to his plan, but he wasn't going to complain about it.

However, when the Dark Lord got ready to release a powerful blow against the man, who had left himself completely exposed, Hayato had to act. The blade the Sith was holding had energy of both electric and Dark Side origin. It would completely obliterate the man if Hayato didn't act now. With a quick thought he used the Force to pull the man backwards, probably a bit too far, but you could never be sure enough. That way he was out of harm's way and the sword would impact the ground and waste all the energy built up, making Hayato's job afterwards much easier.

[member="Ozamu Tzang"] [member="Jaryn Rhane"]

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

The world seemed so still for the brief moments before Vulcanus's sword impacted the ground. There was nothing he could do to stop it now, he had dedicated himself to the attack and it was going to hit something whether he liked it or not. The jagged blade of the Sith Sword struck the ground with the force of a small car, surging a powerful pulse of electrical and dark energies into the ground. For a moment, the earth at their feet simply sparked and cracked under the pressures of the force and the heat of the electrical charge. Sand turned to glass, stone melted and finally a blue ball of light overtook the field of battle.

The air itself shook as the electrical charge surged suddenly and violently, unleashing a torrent of air and lightning that exploded outward like a blue ball of flame. Vulcanus was shot backward, his body being pelted with rock and heated sand. The creature was shot across the ground, skidding across the coarse surface of Utapau on his back armor plate. He would have continued his attack as he slid, if the explosion hadn't blinded him like a bat.

The beast slid for several meters, coming to a stop god-knows-how-far away from his opponents. He still couldn't see straight, his world was being covered up by an orb of light that refused to stray away from his vision. The Jedi couldn't have fared any better, that much was certain. The Dark Lord stumbled to his feet, using his sword as leverage, he would end that Atrisian today...he swore it.

 

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Graxin was moving too slowly, and he knew it. The battle would be over before he arrived. He ducked under another alleyway, and quickly snapped the neck of a Graug gruntling that drew in too close. He doused his weapon to charge for the position he knew Krag to be fighting in. Even if he arrived late, he would be there to make sure that Darth Vulcanus did not get up when he went down.


Shlurk stared at the murderer with bloody intent. He would see this man's entrails hung from the spires of his home on Gratos. The monstrous Graug began to march toward [member="James M Parker"] as he passed over. A reptilian hand rose forward to try and throw Parker off balance--until the entire building shook from the force of an explosion. Shlurk was sent sprawling. He rolled twice across the floor, and muttered a curse as the gash on his arm began to bleed profusely.

He turned to chase after Parker, but the mad man was gone. He had won. Bellowing in his rage, Shlurk turned to leave the facility--until he heard the faint cry of an infant. The building was coming down, of that he was positive. Still, perhaps there was a chance to please the Grax'thul. If things went correctly, then he would be choosing the new leader for the Graug race, or so he had said. Shlurk very much wanted that position.

On that train of thought, he charged up the stairwell. His blade screamed for blood as it carved through the remaining Graug. Lightning poured from his fingertips to envelop another Graug. With his enemies dispatched, Shlurk doused his blade. He could feel the building beginning to double in on itself. Calling upon the Dark Side, he tapped into his primal desire to succeed. It rejuvenated his limbs, and allowed him the momentary focus to scoop up the remaining infants in his massive arm, and hurl himself from the windows. He came through on the building he had previously jumped from, using a force barrier to shield the children as he rolled across the ruined walkway.

Just as he cleared it, the hospital fell. The Republic soldiers inside likely met a painful demise, along with any patients still inside. Growling a tiny curse, Shlurk broke into a dead sprint toward Graxin's private ship with his armful of infants in tow.

It was a comical sight.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Jaryn did not expect, the force pull from his ally.
He was sent, hurdling backwards towards the scorched ground and slammed hard into the surface of where he lay only moments ago. He gritted his teeth, using what little energy he had left to roll himself off the ground paved with flame and backed himself up against the wreckage of the speeder. He need this moment, Jaryn knew they needed to take him down quickly. Neither of their long term attacks with suffice.

Jaryn sat down, exhausted. He had been thrown about by the sith and now his own ally. He was fatigued, and severely hurt from both unexpected attacks. He needed to catch his breath, this wasn't a fight that would be won easily.

[member="Ozamu Tzang"]
[member="Hayato"]

 

[Atlas Kane]

Hayato was unexpectedly blinded by the bright explosion of light that was the sword's impact on the ground. Everything suddenly turned white and his eyes hurt with a burning pain. He quickly closed them and assumed a battle ready stance with his blade held above his head and pointing forwards in one of the standard Soresu opening stances. But instead of just doing that, he reached for his belt, where he had his Lightsaber. He picked it up with his hand and ignited it. A golden blade emerged, though couldn't be seen by anyone who was blinded by the blast of the sword. He held it forward as well, enhancing the standard Soresu stance with this second weapon held horizontally in front of him. He was made himself ready for the Sith's next attack. He was certain this wasn't going to be an easy fight and he was already starting to get tired, using the Force so much so suddenly was tiring for the old Master.

With his mind he probed the area around him, he could see everything in his vicinity with the Force. He was able to pick up both, the Dark Lord and his ally, the former just having stood up a couple tens of meters away from him while the latter was taking a short break and resting a short distance away from where Hayato was standing. He was glad to know his ally was ok, that way he could focus on the battle at hand more clearly.

[member="Jaryn Rhane"] [member="Ozamu Tzang"]

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Hayato"]

Vulcanus didn't have the luxury of seeing the battlefield, his force senses were not as attuned to such things as Hayato's obviously were. So, as the beast stumbled around blind he had to force himself to focus in various directions in sad attempt to try and pinpoint Hayato's location. "Where are you, Jedi? I will destroy you!" the beast growled as he gripped his word tightly in his hands. Every direction he looked he couldn't seem to find the man he was looking for, no this was problematic.