Knives Out (OS vs GR Skirmish on Ruusan) PM to join

[Lord Gaius]

Objective: [Assist the Sith]
Location: [Transit to Academy]
Allies: [Sith | [member="Kerstas"] | [member="Darth Valdra"]]
Enemies: [Jedi | [member="Brad Skywalker"]]


"Kerstas, in case the Jedi are too much for you."
Sabik nodded. He felt the landing gears jut out of the shuttle, it was beginning to touch down. Then there was a loud bang and the entire transport shuddered. They hit the ground, the red lights flashed green. The doors swung aside, and before them was a stretch of grass, brush and rock. Three hundred meters ahead, on the other side of this open field, was an entrance to the Jedi enclave.

A plethora of Jedi awaited them, but soon the Sith would be crawling all over this valley. Sabik held the hilt of his lightsaber in his left hand, reverse-grip. He did not thirst for battle. He got enough taste for warfare two years ago. There was nothing glorious in fighting. There was blood, tears, the stench of defecation and decay. The howling screams of the mortally wounded shrieked out into the sky. There was no glory.

He stepped down from the shuttle, and Kerstas purred, "Then we'll just have to hurry." Sabik responded with a quick, "Agreed." He raised his left hand, still gripping the hilt, he pointed to the Jedi named Brad Skywalker. "Attack him first. We work together and overpower the Jedi two-on-one and this will be quickly done."

His boots kicked up grass and dirt and rock. Sabik burst into a hasty sprint. His eyes trained on Brad, he charged across the open field towards the enclave. Some overly pumped Sith had arrived before the landing party, and now stood alone at the entrance with the Jedi. The Sith did a display of fire and threats, oh how Sabik hated the insufferable theatrics of the Sith Lords.

As the Sith went through his circus routine, Sabik had a job to do. His duty and service to the Sith was not out of desire but requirement. He would not be here if he had a way out. But the more he was around the Sith, the more he felt himself drowning in his emotions. The pain and anger was suffocating. It's getting dark, too dark to see.

Before he knew it the distance was made, anger burst from him at the seams. The light show by Darth Valdra was still in effect, and had yet to attack Brad. Too bad, he told himself. He leaped at the Jedi Padawan, the Force propelled him further and faster than humanly possible. His thumb slid down the length of the hilt and activated the yellow blade, he swung his arm, and the lightsaber, left-to-right, right-to-left. An attempt to cut across Brad's chest.

 

[Kaiden Rohn]

Location: Temple
Allies: Republic/Jedi
Enemies: Approaching Sith
Objective: Wake up, wallow in self pity.


Kaiden didn't have much to lose. Apart from the weight. Ha ha. Very funny. Galaxy laughs, he takes another drink. And another. He was outside the temple, stationed there out of pity. They figured that putting him so close to holier-than-thou do gooders would maybe just sober him up and bring him out of the pit he had crawled into. The way Kaiden saw it, Kaiden had been drinking for the past forty eight hours straight, or seven years. Seven lonely years with no friends, no love interests, no jobs. Just post after post, and his paychecks went straight to whatever alcohol was closest, and in one case- brewing his own. His head hurt, and he found a pounding in his head. Except, it wasn't just a pound in his head- it was all around him. He heard gunfire, and thought he was having another nightmare.


Unfortunately, he wasn't. He awoke to a swarm of Sith soldiers, a bad hangover, and a worse feeling of failure. He was a failure, that was for sure. A failure as a leader, a failure as a boxer, and a failure as a soldier. But he wasn't about to lie down and let these Sith go past. But they made it past. He saw dead temple guards around him, littering the ground like trash after a concert. He was taking solace in Sith troopers and Dark Jedi were dead as well. Kaiden rose to a stand, and looked around. But so did several Dark Jedi, approaching the man in the Havoc Squad armor. Unfortunately, Kaiden was in a bad mood, and the Dark Jedi who took a long swing at him, found himself without a pair of functioning lungs as Kaiden dumped several slugthrower rounds into him. As the Dark Jedi squeeled and choked, he grabbed his body, and shot the rest of his friends down. By the time he dropped the Dark Jedi, the soldiers that were with him were also dead.


Kaiden felt like lying down and complaining for the rest of his life, but it wasn't a good enough time to have another midlife crisis. As Kaiden ascended the stairs, he paused, leaning over and hurling. Glad he wasn't wearing a helmet. He took a long swig of his canteen, popped a few pills, and felt the old familiar rush. Kaiden had a few other vices besides the sauce. Water and pills being the only real thing, along with bad food and guilt supplementing his healthy diet of a troubled man.


Kaiden wished he hadn't walked in, whoever did this was seriously evil. Dead kids. Something that no person should ever get used to. Just kids. Not really combatants. Whoever did this was a coward. Kaiden unholstered his only other weapon, a shotgun. Not too many shells, but enough stopping power and enough pellets to make Sith sweat, just a tiny bit. He stopped to pick up a simple vibroblade from a dead Sith. Not that he was any particular good with it, but- it could at least buy him some time, albeit that time would cheap and not very much.

Clinic. He rounded a corner to the clinic, and found it successfully in lockdown mode- albeit with a lot of bad guys. Kaiden had to make a decision, and those fifteen or so that were with the bad guy, the odd looking [member="Sage Bane"], were not about to fire on his allies without him having to say something about it. With a bit of a grunt, he leveled the shotgun against his hip, and removed his sidearm. One expertly trained hand fired accurate fire at the soldiers, while the other let loose a torrent of shotgun shells, red plastic shells ejecting like rockets as he pumped away at them. Kaiden wasn't dramatic, he didn't announce his presence, he just rounded the corner and fired at the Sith troopers, but didn't go for the Sith himself. It'd be a bad idea for him to pick a fight with that guy, with so many Jedi around. They'd handle him. He could handle the meatheads with itchy trigger fingers and egos to match their ridiculous armor.

 

[Kerstas]

Objective: Get rid of that smelly Sex Panther
Location: With Sabik, attacking Brad
Allies: [member="Darth Valdra"] [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Melori Raaf"] [member="Sabik Dhami"]
Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Brad Skywalker"] (<--stinky Jedi!)

[My turn for the theme]

Kerstas followed closely behind Sabik, giving nothing more than a grunt in reply to the designated target. Her legs were pumping and her heart was racing, but she managed to keep up. The fortune of long legs, obviously. That, and she was leaping more than she was running, dabbling into the Force to assist with her Force Jumps. They weren't anything fancy, but they conserved her strength. Her lightsaber, meanwhile, remained unlit.

On the side, she studied her new partner again. It seemed he was getting angry...But not, necessarily, at the Jedi. A quick glance ahead gave rise to another reason: a silly Sith making light. How bothersome.

She was surprised and amused to see that Sabik thought the same.

They finally arrived at the Padawans, and Kerstas made a decision: she would forgo personal glory for efficiency. Meaning instead of breaking away to another Jedi, she would help the Acolyte with each target he chose, unless forced otherwise.

Quickly eyeing what Sabik's attack was, the Chagrian girl moved in on hhe own, aiming low at the legs of the Skywalker child while he aimed high.

It was a near-perfect attack, to be honest.

 

[Viktor Noali]

Objective: Ooh, a SITH EWOK!
Location: Spaceport
Allies: [member="warok the defiler"] - The One Sith
Enemies: Republic Scum + [member="[/SIZE][COLOR=rgb(235,235,235)][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/7896-aela-talith/"]Aela Talith[/URL]"][/COLOR] | [member="[/SIZE][COLOR=rgb(235,235,235)][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/1679-micah-talith/"]Micah Talith[/URL]"][/COLOR] | [member="[/SIZE][COLOR=rgb(235,235,235)][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/6816-sabena-shai/"]Sabena Shai[/URL]"][/COLOR]
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Viktor opened his eyes with a yawn. Wait... what? He rubbed his eyes and looked around. Was I... sleeping?

Yeah, we thought you could use a little rest! You know what they say, all work and no rest makes Viktor a dull, dull boy. Isn't it all work and no play? I'm fairly certain it's rest. What are you two talking about... It doesn't matter. You're welcome, by the way.

"I'M FAIRLY certain I've heard that somewhere," Viktor said as he rose to his feet. "Regardless, whats done is done." Looking about the cargo room Viktor wondered how long he had been asleep. With a deep breath he reached out with the Force. His relationship with the Force was still a new one and Viktor wasn't quite the ideal pupil. You could say it was his inability to focus.

Hey, what are you doing?

Shh...

No, seriousy. What are you doing? Be quiet... let him focus....

Just be QUIET...

Viktor's ability to sense others with the Force was an ability he was still working to master, you could say at the moment it was quite amateur. It didn't take very long before a tingling sensation started to crawl its way around Viktor's mind. Clearly the invasion had begun. Opening his eyes he began to head for the exit ramp of the YT-1000.

"Excellent. Thank you guys," Viktor said as he continued to walk. "You know the whole point of me getting here early and doing all that, you know, ASSASSIN-Y stuff was so we could start our attack before the main force arrived." With a wave of his hand Viktor activated the ships ramp with a gentle manipulation of the Force and proceeded into the spaceport.

We're sorry, alright! No we're not. We thought you could use the rest! That we did. I tried to stop them... No you didnt! You didn't say anything at all. Whatever...

"What's done is done," Viktor said as he exited the hangar into the main hallway. He stopped instantly as his eyes came to rest on a Ewok who was chanting and conjuring forth some sort of plant. Viktor could sense the strong dark side energy surrounding him. Is that a....

SITH EWOK! ARE YOU SERIOUS! He must be with the assault group. Let's go make friends, right now! I agree... He looks... Interesting...

With a hastened step Viktor began to walk towards the jawa and his quickly growing plant. As his eyes started to wander he noticed [member="sabena shai"] standing across from the ewok. With a gentle tug of the Force Viktor called his lightsaber to his hand and gripped the hilt. He came to a stop next to [member="warok the defiler"] and beamed a smile at [member="sabena shai"].

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: Murder and Mayhem
Location: Ruusan Starport
Allies: [member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Viktor Noali"]
Enemies: [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Micah Talith"] ((Claiming as opponent if still unclaimed)) [member="Sabena Shai"]

As the drop ship touched down Vengeance wasted no time disembarking not even waiting for the ramp to open fully. He charged out into the open cutting down anyone in his path. It didn't matter to him whether they were civilian, military or even Jedi. He relished every kill working his way towards his objective. Ultimately being the Jedi Temple.

As he turned the last corner he saw what he was looking for. The true battle had already begun. He rushed up to [member="Warok the Defiler"] giving him a smile.

"Looks like the party started without me." "Not much of a reception though if you ask me."

He turned looking at [member="Sabena Shai"] with a demented smile.

"Well well who do we have here?" "A little thing to play with."

He noticed how she had not drawn her saber and chuckled shaking his head. He leaped his own standard saber coming to his hand and igniting as he bared down on her. He landed an arms length form her looking at her saber still clipped to her belt.

"Do you want to die Jedi?" "You hesitate as if you want to die?"

He paced back and forth a minute as he taunted her his ignited saber at his side.

"Come meet death little one or are you waiting on somebody to come save you."

Vengeance cackled raising his saber gripping it with both hands

 

[Sabena Shai]

Location: Spaceport
[member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Vengeance"] | [member="Viktor Noali"]

When Warok took forth some seeds, Sabena still stared at the Ewok while seemingly on edge. Then, the Ewok began to chant and Vengeance, armed with a crimson lightsaber, made it the entrance of the spaceport.

Without hesitation at that point, Sabena ripped the lightsaber hilt from the right side of her belt. The hilt bore no distinguishing features - not even a button - in contrast to the lightsaber hilt still resting on her left hip. She gripped it tightly with just her right hand.

There still was a click just before a green blade emerged from Sabena’s lightsaber. The blade was initially position between Sabena and Vengeance. Sprouting roots then began to tear through the floor. The few civilians nearby noticed the violently growing vegetation and armed combatants. They began to run away in all different kinds of directions.

As the roots rushed toward Sabena, the young Jedi slowly backed up as she swung her lightsaber several times toward the ground before her. The plasma blade sliced into the roots and slowed their growth toward her. She maintained a meager distance from them.

Then, Sabena threw her left arm forward - toward Warok. At that moment, she influenced the Force in an attempt to telekinetically throw Warok a distance away from the entrance of the spaceport.

Outnumbered by three Sith though, Sabena continued to back up - further into the spaceport’s high bay foyer. Her eyes continued to shift focus among Warok, Vengeance, and Viktor.

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: Murder and Mayhem
Location: Ruusan Starport
Allies: [member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Viktor Noali"]
Enemies: [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Sabena Shai"]


Vengeance shook his head watching her throw her left arm out seemingly only focused on Warok. His stance widened as he brought his saber up, shot forward, and slashed down towards her extended arm. His purpose to cut it off and bring his focus towards him the more immediate threat. He followed it up kicking out with his left leg towards her stomach.

"So you do have some fight in you then." "Goooooooooooooood I was beginning to worry this was going to be a slaughter." "Not that I mind a good massacre but I need the exercise, starting to get a little heavy around the mid section." "You know the feeling right?"

Vengeance laughed his eyes blazing with excitement at a fight that did not involve a lot of cowering in fear.

 

[Sabena Shai]

Location: Spaceport
[member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member=Vengeance] | [member="Viktor Noali"]

From the corner of Sabena’s eye, Vengeance shot toward the Jedi woman. Her eyes shifted to him in an instant. She planted her feet as she swung her lightsaber blade upward to meet Vengeance’s. At the same time, she lowered her body. This helped in giving her leverage while blocking Vengeance’s downward slash.

A loud hiss rang out within the spaceport’s foyer as Vengeance’s lightsaber struck Sabena’s plasma blade. A screech followed as the blades maintained momentary contact. Her left arm retreated from its exposed position to attempt to grip her lightsaber.

Yet, Vengeance quickly followed with a kick to Sabena’s stomach.

“Oomf,” she gasped as she stumbled back several meters.

With haste, Sabena recovered her stance. Vengeance seemingly chose to talk instead of pressing the advantage.

“Heh,” uttered Sabena beneath her breath.

Quickly, Sabena shifted her feet so that her right foot and shoulder were forward. She continued to grip her lightsaber tightly with her right hand. The blade pointed at an upward angle with the hilt around hip level. Her left arm remained near her body.

As the fingers on Sabena’s left hand motioned outward, slightly, Sabena told Vengance, “Watch your f͢eet̛.̶”

At that moment, Vengeance stood alone. Just earlier, Warok was chanting something that made roots and vegetation violently grow and tear apart concrete. It might have seemed as if Vengeance was in the way and could be caught - and also subjected to whatever nasty effects the roots may have.

 

[Aela Talith]

Objective: Find out the Academy is being Attacked
Location: Ruusan Spaceport
Allies: [member="Micah Talith"] | Sabena Shai
Enemies: [member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Viktor Noali"]

Aela didn't have time to explain to Micah.

She didn't have time to tell him why she knew something was from, why she knew that there were Sith attacking, that Sabena was in trouble. She could feel it. There was a burning hatred that had touched her senses, an anger, and evil. She ran as fast as she could dragging her brother along with her. “There's Sith here!”

This is what she had been preparing for, what she had known would happen. Sith had come. Aela hadn't expected them now, she hadn't expected it to happen so soon, but she knew they were here. The screams of the spaceport guided them, and eventually they turned the corner.

Three bright red lightsabers, one on a chain.

Her breath caught, her bright orange eyes shifting.

“Sabena.” She breathed and looked to Micah. “We have to help.”

There was no discussion, there was no running away this time. They would help Sabena, they would capture these Sith and bring them to the Jedi for arrest. It was all they could do.

Aela pulled the lightsaber from her belt.

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Ruusan - The Clinic[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Kaiden Rohn"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A moment of warning was all that Truden and him would receive before a squad of Sith arrived on the spot, their guns at ready to fill them all with holes, but it was not meant to be. Just as Khaleel pushed Kana back behind him - not caring that she was a Jedi Master and could handle herself, was the moment when Kaiden came in and saved their collective asses.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“My thanks!” Khal would shout at Rohn, giving him an inclination of the head, while his eyes settled themselves on Bane. Some part of him was trying to calm himself down, but then it went back to images of Kana riddled with bullets… and the peace of mind was gone.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Khal did not speak, his fingers merely extended themselves and he started walking towards Sage, approaching him silently while smiling.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Kill me.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Kill me now.[/SIZE]

 

[Sage Bane]

Location: The Healer's Clinic
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Kaiden Rohn"]

A hail of bullets rained down on Sage's troops before their triggers were squeezed. From his peripheral vision he could see the bodies of his men slumping to the floor. Nonplussed, the Sith Knight barely gave the corpses a glance. The soldiers did their job as far as he was concerned, getting him to the clinic without a scratch. Sage might put their names on a plaque somewhere if only to assuade their families. Taking his focus off his disposable dead men, the Sith Knight whipped his head around to face the shooter. With huge, dark circles hollowing out his eye sockets, and a defeated gaze flanked by miles of crows feet, the man looked like he’d been rode hard and put away wet. Not exactly a threat, but just in case, Sage’s non-saber hand shot out, attempting to hit the intruder with a violent telekinetic pulse. The attack was aimed right at the man’s chest, a heart-stopping burst of pure dark-sided energy. Confident that his pulse would send the “gramps” flying to Kingdom Come, Sage turned back to the two blonde Jedi.

Shoving his female comrade backward, the male Jedi strode forward. As Sage stared into the other man’s steely blue eyes, a death’s wish glowered back. Sage was all too happy to send the man to his Maker.

With a grunt Sage pressed forward, his body whirling like a dervish. In two heartbeats, he closed the distance between he and his unarmed opponent. The Way of the Hawkbat was the Sith Knight’s chosen form, and like a demon's wings, his saber fluttered dangerously fast, striking at the Jedi from all angles, but his attacks were most specifically aimed at the other man’s guts.

“Say hello to your Maker, pateesa.”

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Ruusan - The Clinic[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Kaiden Rohn"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Underlord was all steel, duster and scruff, his pace steady and uneventful. One could see death in his eyes and yet one would be wrong to assume it was a wish for his own, he simply did not want Kana to see what he would do once all bets were off, once vengeance kicked in.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]He kept on walking, his smile only broadening as the Sith Knight started running.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Khal blinked and [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]time slowed down to a screeching halt.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Heart started pumping faster, the beat of his heart raging through his body, adrenaline flooding his systems and every inch of Bane was analyzed. The subtle twitches, the angling of his knees as he started to jump.[/SIZE]

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

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But Khaleel had never played fair, so as the Sith Knight’s feet left the ground? The Underlord suddenly lashed out with his hand, literally sweeping in the same trajectory that his opponent was making.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]...and Bane would find that an unseen force was attempting to blast and send him flying further and over the Underlord, the lightsaber that had tried to cut his gut into ribbons would merely slice into Khal’s left shoulder, sizzling, burning, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]pain[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px], but not life threatening.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]If Bane was actually flying off with the new momentum of the Force pushing against him? Khal would quickly turn around and follow up with a quick jab in the air, particles of wind forcing themselves across the distance and punch the Sith Knight [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]into [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]the wall and above.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Khaleel could smell the scent of burning flesh and his lips turned into a soft snarl.[/SIZE]

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective: Defend the Jedi Academy
Location: Approaching the Ruusan Academy
Allies: Republic
Enemies: [member="Tanek Santii"] [member="Darth Valdra"]

As Setzi walked up the path, she noticed a young man not in Jedi robes but in a type of clothing she had never seen before. Her skin tingled with his dark side energy and she momentarily stopped in her tracks. Suddenly a fireball flew by her and the explosion caused her to leap to one side, tumbling a bit inelegantly into the nearby brush. She cowered behind some shrubbery and noticed the man, probably Sith, kept moving towards the Academy, while the blast fizzled out. A wave of relief washed over her. Great, now I'm hiding in the bushes like some kind of frightened nuna at the first sign of trouble, she chided herself. She sincerely hoped Master Shatterstar was not around to see this bold display of cowardice.

Setzi unhooked her lightsaber from her belt and ignited it. She could have lunged for that fireball after all, instead of just letting it explode and damage the school grounds. She slowly came out from behind the bushes and continued walking up the path until she made her way to the Ruusan Academy entrance way.

 

[Sage Bane]

Location: The Healer's Clinic
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Kaiden Rohn"]

Sage's red blade whirled through the air but did not not sheath into the bit of flesh he expected, the parts where critical organs controlled the body's delicate dance of life. Instead, the Sith Knight found himself flying flying upwards in an arc over the Jedi. His plasma beam dragged against the man's shoulder amid the smell of burning flesh. So his blade did find skin and muscle to violate after all. As Sage continued his trajectory, his muscles turned, he twisted in the air from the momentum, so that he might land sideways instead of face first against the...

Crack!

Sage hit the wall hard, making impact right below the vaulted ceiling of the entranceway. His body slid down the wall to the floor, and he was grounded for a moment. The smell of burning flesh mingled with the smell of adrenaline coursing through the room created a dangerous thirst within Sage, a lust for blood that had been awakened ever since his sojourn through the Netherworld. It was the very thing that coaxed him to slaughtering innocent Kel-Dor civilians in a Dorin spaceport massacre as well as the younglings down the hall. The demon within that attached no value to life. Hell brought to earth. Groaning he rolled to his side and pushed himself to his feet. His ribcage complained, telling him of possible fractures or a more severe break, but the dark side of the Force shoved it off, urging his body past its physical limits. He switched his saber to one-hand, holding it in diagonally across his body in a defensive position. His free hand rose to shoulder height.

With his thin fingers twisted into a claw, Sage began to weave together ropy tendrils of the Force, sending them out towards his scruffy opponent. Long, thin tongues of dark power shimmered from his finger tips, heading towards Khaleel's body. The drain sought to siphon the Jedi's power from him, feeding it into the Sith's lanky frame. Sage's eyes glinted as he imagined the Jedi on his knees, forced to kneel from exhaustion before he eventually withered into a husk of impotence.

 

[Darth Timoris]

Objective: Destroy the Jedi facilities on Ruusan
Location: Outside the Academy
Allies: Who needs ‘em
Enemies: [member="Zylah Dvale"] (claimed)
Theme: I’m not an angel

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7GLkb-6TULk

‘Sorry about that. You made a mistake
On the day that you met me and lost your way
You saw all the signs
But you let it go
You closed your eyes
I should've told you to leave
Cause I knew all the time you couldn't handle me
But you're hard to resist
When you're on your knees begging me

I tear you down
I make you bleed eternally
Can't help myself
From hurting you and it's hurting me
I don't have wings so flying with me won't be easy
Cause I'm not an angel, I'm not an angel

I wasn't always this way
I used to be the one with the halo
But that disappeared when I had my first taste and fell from grace
It left me in this place
Now I'm starting to think maybe you like it

I’m not an angel.’

She’d tasted the Light before - and found it wanting. Part of her wanted to kill all Jedi and another aspect wanted to show the non-believers what they were missing - how their chains could be broken and freedom from an oppressive Code that would surely stifle them if they couldn’t escape it.

She’d only faced one Jedi before and he was a peacekeeper to the extent he proved a pacifist. And she felt cheated as a result. Tefti was equally frustrating - the droids were a work-out but the Republic soldier had fled rather than face her.

As she landed she sensed so few truly Light auras. What had the Jedi come to? There was no value in fighting those that were already on their way down the path to the Dark-side - she needed to sate her bloodlust on one who was pure enough to be incorruptible. To show them fear as they had never sensed it before.

For Melori was not one of those Sith that shunned the emotion. Rather she embraced it. She was never more alive with the Force when on the edge of death.

So she exited her stealth ship and headed for the Jedi Academy. She could sense up to twenty Younglings and Padawans - a drop in the ocean compared to Ossus, but none the less worthy of her attention. And she sensed those with greater power - but one stood out like a beacon in the dark. This one had to be hers.

Light against the Dark - Jedi against Sith - Devil against Angel. The struggle was eternal and today she would add her own footnote to the journals. If that was a win or a loss was yet to be decided - but if she was to prove to her Master she was worthy, this was the time to perform.

“Come little Jedi,” she said out loud. “Come to me…come meet the fallen angel.”

 

[Isar]

Objective: Kill the halflings
Location: Spaceport
Allies: One Sith, [member="Vengeance"] | [member="Viktor Noali"]
Enemies: Republic, [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Sabena Shai"]
Gear:

Spoiler

• Chain Whip Lightsaber
• Gauntlets
• Clay Totem
• Wood Totem
• Brassvine Seeds
• Acid Root Seeds
• Cacta Bush Seeds

Warok's lightsaber hung unlit on the beskar chain, wrapped around his body like a sash of metal.

Other Sith began crawling out of the woodworks. Warok ignored them, for the most part, his focus set on maintaining the spell. As words in three different languages rolled from his tongue, along with no small amount of spittle, Warok couldn't help but giggle inwardly. Oh look at the little savage, muttering his nonsense words. How uncivilized. Hehehehe.

Vines sprouted from the concrete, ripping it apart as they grew with terrifying speed. Wickedly long dull-gold thorns sprouted from them, making it apparent that these were brass vine plants from Haruun Kal. They faired poorly in the arid climes of Ruusan. Even now the forced growth of Surge of the Briar left them browning, dying. The plant spirits fought for control with Warok, fought for life, but their efforts were like that of a gentle breeze on the forest's mightiest pine. Then a telekinetic blast clipped Warok, spinning him around and sitting him on his furry rump.

The chant ended in an, "Oomph."

The growth stopped abruptly, leaving the Ewok surrounded in a sea of swiftly withering vines. Warok gnashed his teeth. Ah, too late little Jedi. Here came the real finesse. Warok stood.

Thorns. He needed their thorns and little else. But how to control a dead thing that no longer grows? Why, with Sith Magic, of course. Giggling to himself, Warok waved a paw and muttered the incantation for Reanimate Life.

"Tsaiwinnoka hoyakut."

Warok's eyes gleamed with black fire, like flaming tar pits. The dead vines came to life, writhing underneath Warok's absolute control. He gestured and they surged out like a river. A slashing motion with his paw caused them to split into two streams, diverting around Vengeance. The deadly points of the thorns might still catch him as they squirmed past, but that did not appear to bother the little Ewok.

The zombie plant streams did not reconvene after passing Vengeance, but rather moved to encircle the calico-eyed girl. The vines curled around her like the coils of a great snake, pulling tighter and tighter, bristling with hand-length thorns that were almost as hard as durasteel. Her blade might catch a great many of the writhing vines, but even should she manage to cut several vines apart, the pieces - already dead - would continue to wriggle, attempting to get under her feet with their long, sharp thorns.

The Defiler was vaguely aware of another Sith standing next to him.

"Do something useful," the teddy bear snapped.

 

[Viktor Noali]

Objective: Support the Ewok
Location: Spaceport
Allies: The Sith - [member="Vengeance"] - [member="Warok the Defiler"]
Enemies: The Jedi - [member="Sabena Shai"] - [member="Aela Talith"] - [member="Micah Talith"]
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Something... useful? Is this guy serious? Who does he think he is? Aside from adorable? Adorable.. Are you serious... Fine, fine. He didn't seem that interesting anyway. Um, did you not see what's happening? I'd say that's pretty interesting. Something... useful... Hold on, we're missing the point here. What's the point. That. Ewok. Just. Spoke. Basic. He did, didn't he? ......

The other sith acolyte, [member="Vengeance"] had engaged the Jedi without hesitation, an admirable but foolish move. The adorable ewok had summoned forth his reanimated zombie plants and had pressed the attack also, putting both Vengeance and [member="Sabena Shai"] in their destrutive path. Somethiing useful... Viktor looked down to [member="Warok the Defiler"] and shrugged. They appeared to have things handled here and he would much rather make it to the Jedi temple and group with the main bulk of the Sith. Wordlessly Viktor began to turn and walkaway from the ewok but stopped as his eyes found [member="Aela Talith"] gripping the hilt of her lightsaber, staring in their direction.

Yup, there is a tingle. More Jedi in the spaceport. Perhaps this won't be as dull as we had thought... So, we aren't going to the temple? No, we will still, right? Of course...

With a thunderous SNAP Viktor ignited his lightsaber and placed himself in the center of the hallway between her, the two other Sith, and more importantly her Jedi ally. Turning his head he looked back at the teddy bear.

"I'll buy you some time. Finish it," Viktor said. He then turned his attention back to rogue knight who had found her way into the hallway.

It just might take awhile...

 

[Micah Talith]

Objective: Welp, time to help Sabena
Location: Ruusan Spaceport
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Sabena Shai"]
Enemies: [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Viktor Noali"] | [member="Vengeance"]

Well, it wasn't only the women they would have to keep an eye out for. Micah arrived just behind his sister, sliding beside her, only that instead of waiting, he merely acted.

The Force went surging through the Talith teenager, that intangible energy shooting out from his right hand with sweep of his arm. It would grab at a heavy shipping crate in the corridor, a weapon of opportunity, and sent it flying coming at the side of the carebear Ewok chanting his spell.

It was done with every intention of slamming into him, the result breaking his concentration with incapacitation if lucky.

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Ruusan - The Clinic[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Kaiden Rohn"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Underlord did not stop when Sage crashed into the wall and slumped to the ground.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A Jedi would have halted in his tracks, he might have given his opponent an opponent to gather himself up again, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]offer [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]redemption perhaps and a chance for a new start. But Khaleel Malvern was not a forgiving man and his wroth had been awakened when the Sith had decided to attack Kana, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]teach him the errors in his ways and make sure he will never repeat them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Broken beads of stone, sharpened and jagged edges were kinetically touched and immediately lashed out, traveling to hit the Knight wherever possible.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Then something strange happened.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Red slivers of power, a sensation of pure and utter coldness, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]something[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] was tugging at the very foundations of his life itself and yet… the Underlord could only smile. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Drain was a specific something, it was a technique that had a Sith attach himself towards his opponent, in that specific moment the two beings were fundamentally connected. Few people could counter this movement, because there weren’t any specific movements against it - Khal surely did not know how, but that wasn’t important right now.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Because someone knew exactly how to counter it.[/SIZE]

H̳̳͙̞͍̯̜̮͔̎̃̃̈̇̑ͤ́̕ę̦͆̾ͯ͞l̙̹̙̣ͥ̍͐̅̊͂ͥ͢l̢͔̲̤͙̮̓ͦͤͫ̔o̺̘͉̰͇̥̝̝͂ͤ̉̑ͭ͋͒̂̔,̂͞҉̝̣͚̳̼̬̦͈ͅ ̹̯͎̮̙͚̟̂̐̆ͫ͛̊̉̐S̳̟̳͒ͧ̋̄͂̐ͫͩ̀̚͢ȃͫ̊͌̐͏͓͕̰̗̦g̙̱̤̥͒̿̌ͦ͆̔͢͡ȅ̛͙̬̱͓͈̗̫ͦ͆ͭ̂̑̏.̸̢̧̙͇̲̩̉ͤ​

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Something ugly would rear its head.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Even as Khaleel slumped to the ground on one of his knees, gritting his teeth, his limbs growing colder and colder, something ancient woke up and it was [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]amused[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px].[/SIZE]

H͉̯͉̆ͩ̋̇ͣ̄̂ͨ̃͡a͖̥̾̏̐ͬ͛̕v̴͇̟̠̪̱̹ͩͦ̉͂̔̇̎͢ë̵̳̪́ͣ ̧̛̥͚̫ͩ̉ͧ̋͢y̡̹͍͓̪͈ͤ̾̈́̇ͫͫͫ͝ò̶̟͕̠̹̠̝̭u͗ͭ̒̔͏̥̘͖͔̟ ̖̪̦͕̖̘̒ͫͤ̅ͭͤ͌c͉̹͚͈̪̭̑ͭͭ̈́͐̋̇̂ͅơ͙̭̣͙͋͋̈́̌ͧ͢m̀ͧ̏͋̉ͥ̊̏҉̙̲̖͘e̵̲̝̲̱̎̓ͤͧ̈́͛̎ͭ ̨̝͙̟͍͉̺̞̏ͪ͌̀t̢̼͆́͊o̧̖͚̭͇̟̺̹͕ͨ̅ ̶̹̭͇̠͓̹̱̮͛̏ͤͤͥ͑̏͐͘p̛͂ͣ̅͐̈̑̇̋͏̜̹ĺ̮̫̳̼̟͚͖͋̇́ä̱̻͉̫́y̛͚̞̓ͬͨ͢?̼͍̠͓͓̱̓̇͡​

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And then it showed Sage exactly what kind of abominations dwelled in the night, why children instinctively knew to be afraid of the night and that in the grand scheme of things? Both of the two men were mere children playing at games that this entity had mastered at the dawn of civilization itself.[/SIZE]

 

[Relit Vandal]

"What is your name?"​

"Relit Vandal..."​

"Do you think that really matters?"​

"Yes..."​

"Why?"​

"A name is a persons identity. It's how they will be remembered, throughout the world."​

"And is that all you want to impact? The world."​

"No, the universe requires our assistance."​

"And are you capable of that? Aiding the entire universe?"​

"Do you think I'm not?"​

"A Jedi must understand their limitations. Accept that their abilities are finite and limited. You can't save everyone. How does that make you feel?"​

"I can't accept that."​

"Can't...or won't?​

"Won't."​

"...Good."​

​

~~~​

Objective: Defend the prospects of the Jedi Order
Location: The Steps of the Ruusan Academy
Allies: The Jedi Order, [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Varus Shatterstar"], [member="Dair Cotarin"], [member="Zylah Dvale"], [member="Travot Ravenna"], [member="Setzi Lunelle"]
Enemies: Those hidden in the dark, [member="Melori Raaf"], [member="Sage Bane"], [member="Darth Valdra"], [member="Kerstas"], [member="Saiah"], [member="Vengeance"], [member="Viktor Noali"], [member="Tanek Santii"], [member="Darth Kentarch"]

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Steps upon soil, a mobile plant considers the notions of taking root. Each placement of pressure responds with the slightest breath of exaltation, dirt removed from it's rocky substrate and lifted into the air. His steps were those of consideration, moving quietly from his landing position in the forests to that of the steps of the academy. Within, he could feel the presence of those mounting towards the defense of this planet and it's faculties. The academy stood as beacon for everything right and proper and Relit couldn't stomach the notion of floating listlessly by, thinking that his presence wouldn't behoove the effort. The time for waiting was over.

Slow and methodical, he moved up the steps of the front of the Academy. For those within, he would exude a presence of benevolence and foolhardiness. But why would they trust such things? They shouldn't and to avoid the need for such awkward and necessary confrontation from those they didn't know, Relit would make his quiet stand upon the steps of this sacred place. Weapons sheathed, yet prepared, he cupped soil within his palms and rubbed the soot and ground stone upon the portions of his fingers not covered by worn down gloves. Too long, he thought, to be removed from ground. The Jedi Order needed more than a watchful eye, they needed guardians and stalwart warriors. Prepared to stand against this rushing tide and proclaim 'no', even in the face of crushing defeat, Relit stood somber in the beating sun. And meditated upon the carved stone with clasped hands. A tree takes root, for the moment.