Here Comes The Freedom Train (The Republic Invasion Of Korriban)

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen growled as his arm was hit by a knee. Still, his dizzied head was in greater trouble as a blade came racing towards hit. "Son of a kathpup!" As his own lightsaber had been dislodged, Vulpesen brought his hand up behind him to grab onto his enemy's wrist. One product of his light weight was the fact that his body didn't get in the way of itself. Also, swinging through trees and tight spaces generally called for quite a bit of flexibility. Still, the awkward position stopped his arms from doing for much more than keep him alive. The saber buzzed by his head, threatening to shave a little too much off the top should the jedi make a mistake.

He searched through his memories, looking for any sign of hope. He found it on Dac. He had fallen to the darkside for a moment, and in that rage he had amplified an ability he already had. Adrenaline could do many things. Passion or no, Vulpesen could use this to his advantage and further use it as his enemy was wearing something that may just help. A helmet. Helmets tend to be made out of things such as metal, and such things vibrate. Lifting his head to that of the sith, he placed his head on the helmet to keep it from getting slammed, settling for a push instead should the sith attempt such a maneuver. Throwing caution to the wind, Vulpesen focused his control of the force into his throat and mouth, the latter of which he placed right on the center of where the face would be. The jedi might have had a splitting headache from the earlier hit, but he was determined not to be alone. With the force finally adequately focused, Vulpesen let out a sound that had often been used to simply gain attention in the busy market streets. Now, it was amplified to a much greater degree as a long and proud howl ripped from his throat. "HOOOOOOOWWWWWWWLLLLLLLL!"

The product of being a jedi is the ability to use the the product force. A product of being raised by an Amaran, is the ability to let out a very loud howl. Combine the two, and you get a sound that tends to break any nearby glass, or the eardrums of a nearby opponent. It was nothing compared to what Hion the herglic could do, but it would certainly do the job of stunning most people at this range, allowing Vulpesen follow up with a twisting maneuver followed by a force push to get him away from the sabers, then the sith who's company had become fairly unwelcome in his personal bubble. @[member="Darth Naefas"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@[member="Syn"] @[member="Rasu Gan"] @[member="Ronin Wendigo"]

Location: Waiting by the turbo lifts for Syn, Rasu and Ronin
Objective: To stay awake


Iella looked at her chronometer on her wrist and up and the red indictors on the turbo lifts, They seem to have caught the close lift, she thought. The waft of the music danced around the immediate area outside the lifts, the same music they would be hearing inside. But it did not suit Iella's taste, although something told her Syn would enjoy it. She looked around, the place was quiet for the moment, no sign of life or any disturbances ... yet. And she did not know what to do with self while waiting. She took another look at the time piece, but did not register anything as it was simply something to occupy her mind. With a deep sigh she sat down on one of the small seat outside the lift.

She began thinking about things, anything but the situation just to refresh her mind. She crossed her legs and leaned forward resting an elbow on the top knee and cradling her face with her hand, the other hand still holding her light saber, dangled over her leg with the ignited blade pointing to the floor. Her eyes began to feel heavy and they slowly closed, her mind sending her off into a dream state for the brief moment. Her body relaxed and the blade began to slowly move more toward the floor.

Her face sank deeper into the palm of her hand and pushed cheeks up a bit and her head tilted with the slumber. Her blade only inches from the floor began to heat the thin carpet, a small column of smoke began to rise up and swirl around the lift area. Iella's nose wrinkled as the smoke touch her nose. A small spark in the carpet flashed and the next moment it was alight. The aroma of burning carpet grew and now woke her with a start.

Looking around she saw it, Oh bother. Standing up quickly she began to stomp out the fire with her boot. It did not take long and the impending danger was removed. She looked up at the lift indicator and waited ... again.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

PERMANENTLY BORROWING DZU'URI

@Nico Minuro Ike

Well. It seemed this MC-90 wasn't stocked with the best, nor the brightest. Kiskla's lithe frame wove through the blaster bolts, until she was at the nose of the ship; guaranteed that her back was protected by the Padawan. "Now, if you all don't mind." It seemed at these invasions, Kiskla attempted something new each time. She drew The Force into herself, and her light eyes glowed cerulean when they flashed open. Her metaphysical mentality spread to those on board, infecting their thought process. Traditionally, the Jedi used a maneuver called 'Mind Trick' -- Kiskla was projecting this to an amplified state, persuading those on the bridge to adhere to her commands rather than the Orders issued by the Empire.

"Prepare for take off." Kiskla spoke, her voice trance-like; especially when it was echoed by five separate mouths. She grinned, having seen her trick work. She'd done this once before, but never under a high stress situation. The uniformed individuals went about the business, preparing the cruiser to lift. After a few moments time, Kiskla still facing them, the massive ship levitated; all it's systems active from the major control centre.

"Enter co-ordinates 093.333.499." Again, her instructions were followed and repeated. The Sith ship would be set towards Republic Space.

 

[Rasu Gan]

Catching up to Master Syn, the Shi'ido looked around at the pile of smoking corpses as the pair departed the engine room, and made there way into a nearby turbo-lift. After finishing his message to Iella, he turned and spoke to Rasu, causing a small smirk to appear on the girl's lips. The lift music, relieved some of the stress and tension within the Shi'ido's body, leaving her ready for the next fight that would soon be upon them.

A small ding, indicated that they were at the appropriate level. Leaving through the open door, she turned back to face Syn, however caught sight of another figure, slumped down against the wall. Tilting her head slightly, she recognised the figure as Iella E`ron. Suddenly worried to find the Jedi Master in this state, she hurried to her side, pulling her by the arm. "Master Iella are you alr...Master are you sleeping?" she asked, shocked to find an experienced Master nodding off during the middle of an invasion on an enemy dreadnought. Rasu let a small chuckle escape her lips at the Master's small nap.

@[member="Iella E`ron"], @[member="Syn"], @[member="Ronin Wendigo"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@[member="Rasu Gan"] @[member="Syn"] @[member="Ronin Wendigo"]

"What!... oh", was her reaction for the abrupt awakening. "No no not sleeping.... Meditating, Knight Gan", she smiled as she got up. Iella straightened her back as it was a little stiff from the fighting and the bad posture on the floor, she fixed her robes again, nice and neat and pushed back a strand of hair that had escape the confines of her plait. Her head turned to look back into the lift, it seemed she was right, Syn there enjoying the music ... still. She pressed her lips together, to stop a laugh from erupting but could not hide the smile.

She whispered to Rasu, "You have heard the expression about, music soothing the savage beast? .. ", she nodded into the lift. And so with a slightly raised voice, to bring Syn out of his... 'repose', Iella spoke again. "So shall we storm the bridge?".

 

[Tormax Tryte]

Darth Naefas as the man prepared to release the powerful Force Bellow or Scream, from his face hole. But he wasnt just about to let him be thrown away like that? He felt the man's presence in the Force as he marshalled as much power as he could, and Naefas was ready.

Already moving his hand as the man's mouth opened, due to Darth Naefas always moving from the Force Speed, and the Jedi Knight, not. Arvis Syphex was faster, and his hand knocked the Jedi Knight's face to the side, just as the Force Bellow was released from his mouth. He doubted he would be thrown from it, because if the Jedi Knight wanted to dip into the dark side to draw on it's power, he couldn't just return to the lightside as if that had never happened. He would no doubt be compromised from the true power of the Force.

And to finish him off, Darth Naefas grabbed the Jeid Knight's throat and just squeezed. He had resorted to just brute strength now. Through his augmentation through experiments, his free and bare hand, since the Knigth had cut off the gauntlet, and his just general speed within the Force, there was no logical way the Knight could stop him. And because of that, Naefas just summoned the Force to force choke the Jedi Knight.

@[member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Rianna Organa]

Valley of the Dark Lords
@[member="Rasho the Hutt"]

Rianna had heard the movement, unsure of what of what or who approached. She looked up from where she was, staring into the large orbs of a Hutt. She did not move, she made no motion to go for her saber. Rianna had seen many hutts in her time, often more from a distance than this close. She was not frightened, she was just tired the force around her she could feel but her body was tired from the effort

She listened to his words - "You know, those who heal for a conquering horde are just as accountable as the killers on the front lines. And you know their justifications are only that -- justifications." - "This is not righteousness."

She looked at the dead around her, they were not all republic, some were sith. She had not noticed any difference in them, she started to tell him before she could answer he had turned and slithered away. Was he right? Was this not righteous? Surely Korriban had needed to be liberated. The Sith, were they not an evil. Rianna paused, they were life just as the Jedi. Perhaps it was time to fall back, but who would help all that were suffering, was that not the oath. Rianna stood up, were they becoming a conquering horde, Rianna closed her eyes.

She would not let the words of the Hutt seep into her beliefs. No, she would continue to offer aid to all the wounded, Sith, and Jedi. Rianna moved on to find the next group of injured.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen growled as the hand came around his throat, quickly batting away the threatening lightsaber, as the sith put his focus on the choking subject. No, this did not feel good at all, but Vulpesen still had an old trick up his sleeve. With his enemy's lightsaber having been sent to the side and his free hand now encircling Vulpesen's throat, he had left his body open to Vulpesen's oldest weapons. Focusing himself into the force once more, Vulpesen used his own free hand with make an upward gesture, taking hold of three daggers within his coat to fire them at point blank range into the torso of @[member="Darth Naefas"]. Being choked wasn't pleasent but it was hardly an imediate threat, unlike these new weapons which had about a foot of space between the two force users. As for the sith's force barrier, Vulpesen had very few doubts that he could keep it up through this entire struggle.

 

[Darth Immortus]

@[member=A'donari Cinn]

Aretine recognized the game that the Jedi was playing, and would respond by not allowing him a moment's rest. The Sith Lord and Makashi master was fresh and fast and ready to fight; he could sense the fatigue in his opponent, however. It was made more apparent by the Jedi's attempts to distance himself from the Sith with a telekinetic blast.

The Count held his hand out and furrowed his brow, welling the Dark Side within him to catch and absorb the energy that A'donari had directed his way. He threw his arm off violently to the side, and the energy went with it. Once it had dissipated, Aretine quickly closed the gap. He advanced again, his blade held in a point towards A'donari. The red lightsaber, like a lightning-fast pit viper, feinted once to the left and then thrusted towards Cinn's midsection again, putting the Jedi's defensive stance to the test.

 

[Adonari Cinn]

@[member="Count Aretine"]

Force push turned into show of aggression and skill. The blast slammed into a wall making a few new additions to the interior. Rubble and dust covered the air in between A'donari and the Sith in front of him. It was becoming clear that he was dealing with someone as controlled in the force as himself if not greater. A calm resolve filled his mind while a single peaceful intake of air brought his thoughts back to his basics. His Soresu form would hold if he remained humble. His Master's old words filled his mind within the single second of rest.

There is no emotion, there is peace.​

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.​

There is no passion, there is serenity.​

There is no chaos, there is harmony.​

There is no death, there is only the force.​

His weight lifted slightly from his heavy feet just as the red glow of the Sith's blade moved through the filthy air. The glow lunged towards his right side. His torso already turned sideways stayed firm. A'donari's eyes trained on the wielders own wrists which would tell him all he needed to know. Wrists twitched and brought the edge of the blade in a deadly strike masked by a graceful dancing jabbing movement. The enemies blade upon him left him with so many options.... Distance had to be kept. His right arm, wrist down, dropped in front of his chest again stabbing his own blade down towards the ground to touch the Sith's while his feet moved in a quick step backwards.

 

[Darth Immortus]

@[member="A'donari Cinn"]

The Sith Lord saw that he had the upper hand in the duel, and continued to press the advantage. He would not relent. The Jedi's defenses were strong, but that only meant Aretine would have to take advantage of his fatigue and wear him down through attrition until he made a slip. Aretine kept his own movements light and economical, yet accurate and deadly.

The trained swordsman advanced on A'donari once again. He feinted upwards and then thrust again at the Jedi's chest. The wall of the building was fast approaching; with any luck, the Jedi would be pinned against it soon as he had nowhere to go but backwards, unless he took a big risk and attempted a daring move. Either way, the Count was confident that he would soon be his.

 

[Adonari Cinn]

A'donari's three hearts spurred his tired bones on. He could feel the force of the Darkside feeding within the Sith in front of him. The blade advancing up and down in front of his body. He recognized the jabs for what they were. Deadly little attempts to find the one opening in it's opponents guard. They could be sent a hundred times, each different, and never alike in angle. Though they all had a purpose and therefore transitioned back before forward. The show of blade's was coming to it's final chapter. He knew it deep down. The one to walk away would soon be decided.

Feet shuffled backwards as the blade moved at his face, A'donari leaned back avoiding it's lick while taking another step. Recoiled then released once again came another strike from the crimson blade towards his chest. His own blade parried the second attack, the exact same as the last jab, that had come for the same spot. The man wanted his heart. All Sith wanted to break the Jedi. His actions were speaking through subconscious. It was nothing more than a thought in A'donari's mind before he blinked. - Within the second he dropped down into force. Releasing his mind into the Jedi that waited deep within, always touching the infinite wisdom and serenity of the galaxy. The force accepted him down to his core. - As the lids of his massive eyes opened his pupils burned hot white. A sign that A'donari was no longer on the physical plane within his mind but instead released within the force. He was a beacon of hope within the Temple shining through the darkest of Evil. Love, hope, and passion for all of those who had been twisted and corrupted by the teaching of men like the one in front of him now. The Light Side loved the man. So much power and ability for good wasted on selfish needs of power.

A'donari could feel the presence of the very atmosphere between himself and all physical surroundings. Left palm opened to well force while moving behind his body, still in Soresu guard, placed flat on the wall. Blade extinguished the momentum he released the force transferred within the cracks. A'donari's body shot to the right in a dive. Destruction ensued as the debris and rubble shot outward from where he had once stood. A few rocks peppered his back and legs. The blast was unavoidable due to how close he had been to his own attack. Tucking and rolling brought the Jedi back to his feet in his guard, blade waiting beside his right cheek. Dust and smoke covered the area where his attacker had been. New bone bruises could be felt behind his hamstrings. The force eased his mind bringing peace and strength. There is no Death, only the force. played within his mind. The cells that had died within his body held a touch of easing comfort. White hot eyes and green blade stood at the ready for whatever came next.
@[member="Count Aretine"]