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

[Darth Vaildra]

Location: Jedi Enclave Courtyard
Objective: Kill or capture [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Enemies: Republic
Allies: One Sith

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5EksVHYaxUA​

Valdra laughed a little, "The dead cannot be annoyed by anything." When two duelist met in battle it was customary to test each other's skills. Valdra knew Makashi, probably not enough to compare to her in the area, but enough to know it's forms and how to test it. His first attack was an Ataru based attack which is an awful form to use against a Makashi user because it left openings, openings she did not take. His next form would be Jar'Kai with a bit of a twist from another form. Valdra pivoted his foot and brought both blades up and around him parallel to each other. He would pivot closer to her sending a Twin Strike from her right hip crossing to her left shoulder, a move he would expect her to block. Upon blocking he would deactivate his lightsaber in his right hand and reactivate it within the blink of an eye in the attempt to lock blades with his left saber and slash her with his right saber.

All the while his eyes did not leave hers, he was studying her. She was holding back which was good, she was testing him and all he would give was random styles that did not seem to fit together. Valdra was master of none of the styles and only proficient, but if she gave it thought as to why he knew so many different styles she would draw possibly one of two conclusions. Ether he was merely a a practitioner of many different forms and master of none, or he was master of a form that required him to be fluent in many different forms in order to fuly understand the form which he had chosen to master. The conclusion she came up with, if Valdra could figure out her conclusion, would tell him a lot about her. The Sith way appeared to be attack with everything first and never learn about the person they had slain. A swordsman's way would be to know your opponent fully and only reveal what was enough to defeat the enemy.

Valdra knew his enemy, he knew her very well, Corvus Raaf. From the moment his parents were killed by the Sith, young Hakora had been training night and day to be the best fighter, to bring justice and peace. He had trained under his sister, but the Sith had destroyed Alderaan and his home. He sought the Jedi, the Keepers of Peace, surely they were why he was training. Though he was rejected, seen as no better than a Sith, He was treated with great prejudice and the greatest offender, a Knight named Corvus Raaf. He tried to find a home in the Vitae Allaince, but even there he was treated as nothing more than a tool at Vulpesen's disposal. Why then had he joined the Sith, he still didn't know, but they accepted him. Sure Valdra was flamboyant at times, arrogant at others, but they accepted him, he even found something like a friend in his sworn enemy of [member="Darth Ferus"]. The Sith didn't seem so evil to him anymore. He had been fighting for peace, but the truth was, Peace is a lie.

Before him was merely a stepping stone to Corvus Raaf. She was a traitor to Valdra's family and he would enjoy making her pay. He musnt get to impatiant and reveal too much too fast, he was merely prepping her, testing her, seeking her weaknesses and her strengths.

 

[Darth Timoris]

Objective: Win
Location: Outside the Jedi Academy
Allies: Meh…
Enemies: [member="Zylah Dvale"] (claimed)
Theme: Cry baby for me, yeah

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TraIJVYbqVU

‘Hey did ya know you're makin' nice with a murderer
Hey did ya know you're swappin' lives with a dirty girl
In order for me to play your nurse,
You gonna have to tell me where it hurt

Hey you know you're lockin' lips with a libertine
Hey did you know you're knockin' hips with a killer queen
Another victim of my method of seduction
I made you look but you never saw me comin'

Come on and give it to me
Take you to give it to me
Give it your best shot
My love is black and blue
Come on and give it to me
Take you to give it to me
Give it your best shot
Give it your best shot

Hey did you know I'm the spider and you’re the fly
Hey did you know you got your eyes on a suicide prize
With a flick of my wrist I'll twist your worlds around
Think you're the ace but who’s got the upper hand now?’

Recently she’d been developing her fighting style. Gone were the days of duelling in absolute silence. It had its time and place but under her new Master, she’d grown to encompass a wider range of skills even when holding a saber.

Dun Möch was her most recent addition. She suspected she would have limited effect on Jedi Masters or even Knights but Padawans were a different proposition. She would soon offer up taunts to expose her opponent’s hidden weaknesses and doubts. These could then be followed up with mental attacks to strip away her concentration with the Force.

As she saw the Padawan heading towards her she reflected on how similar they were – yet so different. Her Master’s words echoed in her mind – strike an opponent down and you gain a solitary victory. Turn them to your cause and you achieve so much more. She would attempt to show this impressionable young Padawan the glory of the Dark-side – but ultimately victory would come in one form or another – her arrogance would not allow for any other outcome.

But even with just a saber in her hand, she had sufficient tricks up her sleeve to keep her opponent guessing – and that in itself was what Dun Möch was all about. So she allowed her black cloak to drop to the floor and unclipped her saber hilt from her belt. Now they could see the blue of each other’s eyes.

“Your choice of opponent serves you well. Welcome to my web. I sense great potential in you, your Master chose well. But my Master could take you to a place so far beyond that which you could even dream of. And take it from someone that knows. Oh yes, how I know.”

Her saber hilt remained in her left hand and by her side. She had yet to call on the Force as she wanted to see how far this approach could take her. For she had the ace to beat any hand the Padawan played. The one piece of news guaranteed to place doubt even in the staunchest of those that followed the Light-side without question.

 

[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 them. It seemed to be a pattern watching them stumble around unsure what to do. Despite focusing on the immediate threat Micah had done exactly like Sabena, dropped his guard and focused on the Ewok. For Sabena it had nearly cost her an arm. For Micah it would be much worse. He would drive his lightsaber through the boy's back if he had to.

"Going somewhere little boy?"

Vengeance turned and leaped aiming for a spot a few feet in front of Micah to be were Vengeance was sure he would be by the time he got there. He swung overhead with his Saber downward attempting to slice right down through the top of Micah's head down through his feet.

"Turn and fight you coward or they will all die." "The last thing they see will be you failing to save them."

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Objective: Not die (I hear that's good these days...)
Location: Just outside the academy
Allies: [member="Brad Skywalker"]
Enemies: [member="Kerstas"] | [member="Sabik Dhami"]

The next few moments flashed by, with a Sith Lord scattering the fellow Jedi around him a display of arcane power. More worrisome for the padawan, both of the One Sith apprentices he had briefly pushed back and decided to turn their focus onto him. It would be a tough fight.

Travot only knew one form of lightsaber combat, Soresu. But he knew its techniques and philosophy well. He also had experience in sparring with other jedi padawans who preferred other styles, notably Makashi and Shii-Cho. Still he wondered if it would be enough against the likes of Sabik, who seemed to Travot's eyes to be very well trained or very hardened by actual combat. It wouldn't be surprised if it was the two of them combined that made him particularly stand out as a threat on the battlefield.

His blade swung around his body in tight arcs, moving to block [member="Sabik Dhami"]'s lightning quick attacks. Thankfully for the large man, Soresu's inherent nature of keeping the blade close to defend the body made his defense bearable, but the apprentice soon took advantage of that. Travot suddenly felt a force on his lightsaber hand push his own saber at him. He didn't fight that force, but rather deactivated his lightsaber ever so briefly until he regained control of it, using the traditional counter to Sarlacc's Face, sometimes known as "Fading Menace". But the cobalt blue blade sprung once again to life, just as the apprentice moved in to close the distance.

Ravenna's green eyes briefly observed something. He's left handed...The padawan began side stepping to his own left, while keeping his own blade in a variation of the classic centerguard position, with his hilt roughly at the centerline of his body and at the waist, but with the extended blade slightly tilted to his left. The apprentice's diagonal slash connected with his blade before the other man's blade switched off. His eyes briefly flickered as he recalled a similar move.

There were several moves which utilized the gambit of briefly turning off one's lightsaber to distract one's foe, but the one he was most familiar with was sometimes known as "hyperspace". "Rising Sun" was the typical counter to that move, though he was not sure where exactly the man's blade had went, but he subconsciously knew that he would likely be dead if he stayed where he was for a millisecond longer. Instinctively, the man rolled backwards onto the ground. [member="Sabik Dhami"]'s blade sprang once more to life, right to where the man had once stood, catching the furls of cloak and searing one of the soles of his bantha hide boots. As he completed his roll, Travot flicked his left hand at the apprentice, sending an uncoordinated and weak Force push at the other man. It wouldn't likely be enough to throw him backwards like before, but it might prevent the apprentice from charging him as Travot regained his defensive Soresu stance.

He felt a flicker of danger, and found his eyes settling on a blue-skinned chagrian female, and watched as her blade came down in a fluid flourish. Makashi? It was an eloquent form that he appreciated, and one that he had been looking to get better hands-on instruction around the temple itself, but his other studies and determination to master Soresu had kept him from delving further into studying "the duelist's form". He focused on her being, which seemed oddly cool and unemotional compared to most of the Sith that he had encountered. That in and of itself made him both curious and somewhat unnerved. She clearly wouldn't be the typical sith he had fought in the past. Their blades sizzled and crackled as her thrust met his circular parry. As he attempted to deflect her blade to Travot's right, his left hand focused a Force Push aimed downwards at her feet. If he was lucky, which he highly doubted, he might be able to knock her feet out from under her. But he guessed that between their movements and his own concentration on keeping her blade from striking him, it might mess up her foot work, something that he knew was important to many Makashi praticioners. But he knew that Soresu's relied on it too, and the man sidestepped to his own left, attempting to flank her in order to concentrate his own powers on her right side.

 

[Elijah Black]

Objective: Defend Jedi facilities on Ruusan
Location: Outside the Academy
Allies: @Team Jedi
Enemies: [member=Melori Raaf] (claimed)

The Sith came into view. Zylah slowed down her pace as she closed in. A quick glance at their surroundings told her that these two were isolated, for now. It looked like they would have an uninterrupted duel. What struck Zylah first was that the Sith girl looked so... Normal. It had been similar to when she had run into Sage Bane on Telti. She had expected to see the face of evil, but that wasn't what met her. Then again, Sage's evil had been hiding underneath the skin of his arm in the form of three amphistaves. Looks could be deceiving. No matter how she looked, today, she was the enemy.

Like Melori, Zylah prepared herself for battle. Having already left the dark brown robes behind, it saved her of ridding herself of them now. She didn't draw her lightsaber yet though, it remained in place at her belt. It felt wrong, for a Jedi to ignite her weapon before a Sith. Theirs was the way of aggression. Despite how people expected her to act, as someone who aspired to become a Jedi Guardian, she was a defender first and foremost. It was a bit of a contradiction, as she showed a completely opposite attitude in battle. Only when all other options had been cast aside would she commit fully to the clash of lightsabers. Despite a reckless past, Zylah was learning patience.

"I didn't choose battle today, that is on you. But it does not have to be that way." Zylah countered. "You say that, yet you've never met my Master. If you truly believe that, I shall take you to her. If you still think that your Master has more to offer after seeing her, then you will be free to leave." in honesty, she wasn't sure if she had the authority to give this promise. Chances were that if she came with her, and didn't accept the Light, she would be arrested. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, however. It was a far-fetched attempt, she knew, but for some reason, she felt all hope wasn't lost for this one. There was always a hope of redemption.

At first glance, she was struck with a sense of familiarity, but she was quick to shrug it off. She was very certain she had not seen this girl before. Zylah couldn't help but wonder, had things been different, could they have been friends? The Padawan recalled what she had told her Master, that she wanted to bring hope to the hopeless. If the Jedi hadn't rescued her from the Arkanian genetic research facility, who knows where she would be today. Perhaps she'd be standing next to the girl? What had led the blonde on the path of the Sith? Had she been misguided, or was she born into it? Had anyone tried to save her? Perhaps all she needed was someone to give her another chance.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective: Defend the Academy
Location: Ruusan entrance
Allies: Galatic Republic
Enemies: [member="Tanek Santii"]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=285Lospdgb0&ab_channel=ToriAmosVEVO[/youtube]​

Still hovering near the Ruusan entrance-way, Setzi felt a distinct darkside presence. Slowly turning around the padawan saw a Togruta in the vicinity, likely a Sith. Being from a remote farm on Aduba-3 she had never encountered the species but there was a first time for everything, she thought.

She noticed his entourage go past her without much fanfare. Setzi wasn't about to engage a large group like that. She would let some of the stronger Force users take care of any military forces. The young padawan wasn't even sure where the battle stood at this point. Perhaps the Galactic Republic had already lost and the soldiers were securing the Academy, sweeping through to arrest anyone who was still alive.

Her lightsaber ignited, she faced the Togruta. The dark energy emanating from him was very strong, much more powerful than she even knew what to do with at this point in her early Jedi career. But she breathed deep and stepped forward, inching towards him, holding her saber high.

"Stop," she said to the red skinned humanoid. "Go no further or..."

Or what Setzi? You'll attack him? You've never hurt a nuna much less a Togruta.

But still she stood there as brave as she could manage for being so new to the Jedi Order to challenge the Sith before her.

 

[Sage Bane]

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

Blood coursed down his face from where his fingernails had tore through the skin. Frothing like a rabid dog, Sage let out a howl that could be heard through the halls of the Academy itself. As he slammed into the Jedi Knight, entangling limbs, human and Vong alike with the other man, Sage's left shoulder felt like every muscle, fiber, and cell was being ripped open from the inside. The amphistaff arm itself was Force dead, but the Jedi had struck Sage right above it, at the fleshy intersection of hell and humanity. Sage's eyes widened as he looked down just in time to see his pale shoulder burst open, exposing blood, bone, and the ring of the banelith masquer which had been fitted especially for him. His black tentacles, which were still seeking out warm body parts around which to coil, broke away from the grave wound, groundmouth and all.

Suddenly there was another pain in his leg, and a spurt of blood as bullets punched through his thigh. Sage's opponent was bleeding, too, having taken more than his share of friendly fire. Sage whipped his head around to glare at the shooter. Rage, pain, and wrath, welled up inside of the Sith Knight, like a tidal wave. Once the red wave crested, he let out an inhuman shriek as he sent out another devastating telekinetic pulse towards the old man. Surely this one would break the old codger's geriatric bones.

Sage felt the phantom limb moving on it's own accord, wrapping itself around the Jedi and choking him, and sure enough, there it was attached to the Jedi like a trio of leeches. Even unattached, the mindlink between he and his pets was so strong, that Sage felt one of the arm's sentient heads clamp down onto the Jedi's arm and bite, injecting the man with a syrupy venom. Without medical attention he would die within twenty-four hours. Even if Sage's opponent won this battle, it would be a race against the clock as he struggled to find a Jedi healer that was still living.

With a smirk, he flicked on his commlink and gave a quick order over the secure One Sith frequency.

"This is Knight Bane. Make sure you kill every Jedi Healer you see. No captures."

Sliding on a puddle of blood beneath him, Sage's lightsaber pommel snapped into his hand. Fatigue suddenly overcame him. Blood loss. His red blade was ignited and pressed to his wound. A messy cauterizaton, but enough to stem the bleeding. Sage drew himself up into a defensive Jedi-ready stance, facing down both men with his saber held high. Echoes lingered in his head, traces of the demon that was let in when he was tethered to the Jedi.

Despite its screaming, Sage wasn't done playing yet. Not by a long shot.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Objective: Murder and Mayhem
Location: Ruusan Academy
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Jedi Scum

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pQAyGf4Ljt4[/youtube]​

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Blood splashed across the ground, there was the soft thud of another Jedi's dead body landing on the marble floor. The fourth to fall to his hidden blade. Like the others the Jedi did not see it coming. Again the Sith Lord out of habit surveyed his surroundings, he realized nobody had caught his trail yet. Kentarch had always been a master of stealth, but he figured someone would have picked up his trail by now. He was obliviously mistaken.

The attack on the academy had not fully precipitated as he'd expected. It was time to change focus. Like all establishments the Ruusan Academy would likely have a database of some kind. Intelligence, operations, logistical data, covert identities and the such. If Kentarch could access this information the potential damage he could do in return would be limitless. Moving quickly the cloaked figure, still invisible thanks to force concealment, moved down another hallway. Passing from room to room he checked each until he finally reached server room.

The Sith Lord noticed a Jedi standing guard. He surged forward, hidden blade shooting out under his left palm, and then he jammed the blade into the Jedi's throat. Bringing his body count up to five. After he was sure no one else was around he walked up to one of the terminals and pulled a small data-pad from his cloak. It would take him a few moments to slice through their security. Hooking up the data-pad, he started the override process. Oh this was going to be fun.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

Objective: Kill Jedi, destroy Jedi Academy
Location: Dropship down to the surface
Allies: One Sith, [member=Sage Bane]
Enemies: [member=Setzi Lunelle] (claimed)
NPC: 50

The company of soldiers flooded the entrance without resistance. This was as far as they would go unopposed, Tanek assumed. Sage had given him their command, so he had an interest in keeping them mostly alive and making sure they were successful. Aside from this little truth, he didn't really care how they fared. The only conflict that mattered to him was his own, and his opposition stood before him.

He was not letting her out of his sight. The Togruta walked towards her with slow but sure steps. His pace didn't change when she ignited the blade, nor did it slow down when she urged him to stop. He wanted to project a certain sense of inevitability. He would reach her, and she could not stop him. Tanek had no interest in stealth at this point, and so to the best of his ability, he let the Dark Side build up within him, then radiate outwards. He wanted her to feel him, to taste the Dark Side. Whether it was something that caused fear or temptation in the girl was something he was eager to observe.

"Always so eager to do battle, the Jedi" the raspy voice of the red-skinned Togruta, covered in white markings, sounded. "Is there no end to your blood lust?" He had his lightsaber in hand, but he had not yet ignited it. He found it amusing that the Jedi was the first to draw a weapon, and he intended to play on that in his little mind-games. The distance between them was growing smaller. Soon he would be in range of her brave blue blade. "What will you do next? Cut me down? An unarmed man..." to say he was unarmed was perhaps a bit of a stretch. "Your move, Jedi. You can end this, you know" Tanek was feeling unusually talky, but it wasn't every day he got to come up close to a Jedi, uninterrupted. Assuming he was allowed to proceed, and she didn't walk backwards, he would come to a halt at an arms length away from her. "Your reign of terror is at an end"

 

[Sabena Shai]

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

“Hm?” sighed Sabena.

Aela’s shield continued to hold for a few moments as the thorny vines constricted around it. Yet, Aela’s concentration would wane as she was attacked. Immediately as the Force Push threw Aela, the shield quickly dissipated.

Revealed once more, Sabena stood apparently resolute in the center of deadly ball of vines. The plain lightsaber in her hand was deactivated. A second lightsaber hilt still remained on her belt. She clinched her left hand in a tight fist. The Force was alive near Sabena.

With not even a second to spare before the vines would attempt to eviscerate her, Sabena slammed her left hand into the concrete floor at her feet. Such a dramatic gesture brought forth a telekinetic whirlwind that engulfed the space immediately surrounding Sabena. The torrent of forces shredded the thick-thorned shrubbery. Wriggling zombie roots and the bits of concrete - that it earlier tore up -scattered all across the spaceport foyer.

As the whirlwind began to subside, Sabena looked up toward Warok with a slight frown. Her eyes glanced at the trail of roots that lead back to him. She continued to call upon the Force. Then, her left hand began to open…

 

[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 grunted as a strange sensation came over him. His senses dulled and the nervous wobbling from foot to foot became true unsteadiness. Someone was toying with his mind. The Ewok shook his head, trying to clear it.

Force Stasis, like its less robust relative, Force Stun, worked best on the weak-willed. Shamans, whose practice requires the binding of spirits, do not lack in will. Consequently, the brief blast affected Warok for a mere handful of seconds. While he stood there, woozily, quite a number of events transpired. A boy attempted to run at him, but was swiftly intercepted by the blonde Sith. The girl who had hit him with the discombobulating spell received a sudden onslaught from the dark-haired Useful One. And lastly, the calico-eyed captive broke free of her thorny cage with a whirlwind-display of telekinesis. All while Warok stood there, mostly helpless.

Outrage coursed through Warok. He stumbled backward, gnashing his teeth and glaring at the remnants of his spells. All that work, for so little reward. And this child. The power she wielded.... Warok did not like that at all. Not one bit. His fists trembled, enshrouded in metal. She cast a hand up toward him, planning to shove him backward? To hit him with a blast of some other pathetic Jedi-power?

Warok sneered his defiance with a petulant twist of the lips, prepared to meet whatever she might throw at him. He lifted one paw to the heavens, calling upon the spirits of the wind and sky. Already, many tormented spirits circled the girl before him, called up by her whirlwind. He saw them, fleeting zephyrs, formless and in disarray. Warok brought them the order of his nature, marshaling them into place.

Clouds gathered overhead, drawn inexorably until the air pealed with sudden thunder. Rain began to drizzle down, just as the flaxen haired maiden finished whatever assault she had planned.

 

[Micah Talith]

Objective: Protect Sabena and Sis
Location: Spaceport
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Sabena Shai"]
Enemies: [member="Vengeance"] | [member="Viktor Noali"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"]
Focusing on the the one wanting to chop me in half. RUDE


Well things were going pretty well.

Okay so maybe not SO well, but one had to be upbeat no? Good thing that the guy was big on talking. Voice travels, and when one decides to Dun Möch from above your head, well... it gives a bit of a warning that one doesn't even require the Force with.

Micah wasn't surprised that his opponent would use distraction and doubt through taunting, in conjunction with lightsaber combat for t his fight. But it would take a bit more than that to get through his head -- well, until he realized someone was coming for Aela.

Then again, Aela could take care of herself, but brother protecting sister is a strong trait.

As it was, [member="Vengeance"]'s taunts gave Micah that bit of an edge, and when he came down to strike, he went strafing to the right. The hum of the saber barely missing his head and searing a line down his shoulder and back, cutting the leather of his armor and inflicting some rather stinging pain from the lingering heat.

But at least he didn't get himself chopped in two.

Tumbling to the right, he would pop back onto his feet, the twin suns of his eyes now focused on his opposition. The other second half of the crate that was scattered on the ground would be sent towards the Sith, using it as a distraction to smack him on the face.

Because the next instant, Micah would disappear in a sweep of bent light cloaking.

 

[Aela Talith]

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

Of course, the little Sithling wouldn't know.

Aela had a very specific brand of fighting, one that most would find odd, and one that most Sith would find entirely incomprehensible.

She did not attack.

Aela had thrown her lightsaber at Sabena, freeing her, she had frozen Warok in place, but she had made no move to attack him. She had supported and helped, but she had never attacked. That was because above all things, she was defensive. It was where her skills lay, and it was where she was strongest. The force flowed through her, and as the Sith approached, her lips thinned.

As his lightsaber slashed down Aela simply dashed backward. She took a single step, and curved her body to the side, letting the bright red sear passed her body only for the blade to be immediately replaced by the Sith's boot.

Her eyes opened wide, but with her reaction time amplified by the force she managed to lift her hands in time. The man's boot slammed into her hands, driving her palms back but softening the impact of his kick against her ribs. She let out a breath, her ribs bruising, but not breaking. Aela's head swiveled to look at the man, her hands closing around his shoe to hopefully trap him in place.

At the same time the force surged through her, her hands tightening as she tried to freeze the man in place with Force Stasis.

 

[Sabena Shai]

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

The loose concrete near more vines between Sabena and Warok levitated in the air due to a telekinetic power. The movement of debris tore apart the vines up until the point of their split. The remainder of it rested undisturbed as the concrete never moved past that. These concrete rocks levitated a couple feet from the ground - possibly no more than chest-height for the Ewok.

Slowly, Sabena stood back up. She lifted her left hand from the ground and kept her fingers and thumb fully extended. The levitating concrete parted to the sides of the spaceport’s corridor and remained suspended there - avoiding what other combatants that it could in its journey to clear the area.

Once standing upright, Sabena reignited her green lightsaber held tightly in her right hand. A low rumble of thunder echoed within the giant foyer of the spaceport. The sky darkened outside. Rain soon followed.

“Rain. Wasn’t in the fo͜r͡e̡c̵a͢st…” commented Sabena, who had remain indoors as she since the One Sith attack began.

Sabena gave a quick glance to both Aela and Micah. She then got into a quick stance with her right foot and arm forward - apparently preparing for lightsaber combat despite possibly seeming a bit sluggish in footwork when Vengeance confronted her in melee.

 

[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

"Hm," Warok uttered, voice barely audible as the rainfall grew into heavy sheets.

His eyes flicked from the levitated bits of rubble to her blade. Warok gnashed his teeth. Silly Jedi. Sith never fought fair. He cast his paw toward the earth. A jagged spear of lightning tore through the black clouds above, hurtling like a lance from on high toward the pale-faced girl. Be it roof or open sky, the bolt would shear through. Just as it would sear her.

"I changed it."

Just like he could change all things. Order and chaos, the so-called ever war between Jedi and Sith? They paled in comparison to Nature. And Nature was his to command.

 

[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"]

Just as Vengeance start to revel in a partially successful attempt he caught the movement out of his eye. Out of instinct he turned double hand gripping his lightsaber and slashed down cutting the section of the crate in half. He followed it with the remainder of a 360 spin his elbow tucked so that only his forearm was sticking out. He had already seen the Jedi use a combination of throwing something and then charging. He assumed this was not different. When he got back around to where he though Micah had been he frowned seeing nothing but air.

"What the............................" "Really you would rather hide than face me?"

Vengeance brought his saber up in a defensive posture. With his free hand keeping it tucked close shot another bolt of lightening where Micah had been standing last time he saw him. He shook his head.

"So much for being defenders of the weak." "All I see are three cowards trying not to get killed while people die and your precious temple is destroyed."

Vengeance turned a tight circle trying to feel out Micah through the force since sight was obviously going to be no help.

 

[H3xle]

Location: Jedi Enclave Courtyard
Objective: Protect, Defend
Enemies: [member="darth valdra"]
Allies: [member="Taeli raaf"]

Dair heard the call of Valdra, and felt the dark energies swirling around him. Without a second thought, the Valkyri Knight doused his force presence with art of the small, as taught to him by Master of Shadows Kian Karr, and watched as Taeli went to meet the Sith Lord. She would likely be enough to defeat this sith master, whoever he was, but they were attacking a Jedi enclave on a Republic planet, so typical rules of fair fights went out the window.

He let Taeli go first, waiting a few moments for their fight to get fully developed before he strode in. He was making his presence in the force about as small as a mouse, moving with slow, silent strides down the edge of the hallway towards the courtyard. He saw the combatants, and waited until Darth Valdra's back was to him. In an instant, he flared his presence in the force from small to big, filling the area with a pure, icy aura of the light side as he moved calmly forward. He didn't pause at the doorway that led into the courtyard, instead he leapt off of it into a forward roll, coming up to the side of Valdra, a probing strike at the Sith Lords left knee. The strike was mostly intended to see how he would defend from an attack from a second fighter on a different side than Taeli, so even if it did hit, it would be nothing more than a third degree burn with possibly a little penetration. Then Dair rolled to his feet, his saber, Winter, held before him in a typical Jedi defensive posture, blade parallel with the ground.

Actions

Spoiler

1) Enter Fight with a forward roll
2) Probing strike at Valdra's left knee
3) Come to feet in defensive position

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[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Enclave Courtyard
Objective: Deal with the brother of her friend
Allies: [member="Dair Cotarin"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Valdra"]

Hakora was definitely an interesting opponent so far, but he was still too flashy with his movements. Switching forms in the middle of a fight was a useful psychological attack on an enemy, but she just kept her cool as he attacked with both blades on her right side. Blocking it, she saw the one blade deactivate, and while her saber was locked with his left hand one, his right saber ignited to slash at her.

Pivoting along the lock of the blade, she spun onto the outside of the blade lock, disengaging it at the time, trailing her blade across as she moved to be behind Hakora, and avoiding the other slash by simply not being there. Footwork was key here, and as she didn't want to reveal anything beyond what she had so far, she was quite happy to rely on her footwork. Minimum energy wasted, maximum control of her actions.

Then Knight Cotarin arrived and attack Hakora on his opposite side, and Taeli threw a progression of feints at Hakora to keep his other side occupied. Coordination would be what was needed with her fellow Jedi, and Taeli was a good enough swordswoman to know where to strike.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Location: Jedi Enclave Courtyard
Objective: Kill or capture Taeli Raaf
Enemies: Republic, [member="Dair Cotarin"]
Allies: One Sith

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Y7EQDNQm5g​

A mouse doesn't have a Force signature and if it did, why would it be in an Enclave like this? The intrusion to Valdra's little fight was a annoying and complicated one, but not in the least bit surprising. Valdra knew Kian Karr, very well actually, Valdra was the first Jedi Shadow shadow to assist him in the first mission when the man was nothing more than a fellow Knight. At that time, he was not much of a stealthy guy and Valdra had the upper hand in that department, but from what Valdra knew, Master Karr was much much better than Valdra in the stealth department now. The problem here, was not the Knight's skill in the Art of the Small, Valdra could barely even use it, he used a crude mix of Force stealth and cloak when he needed the result.

The problem was simple, Valdra excelled in four things, four things he felt were the most important to master; Speed, Vaapad, Fire, and Senses. To sense someone in a small enclave from space was by far not an easy matter and to point their location was damn near impossible. To sense the Art of the Small in use nearby? Cake walk, especially when you knew [member="Darth Ferus"] who was using that ability like it was candy. Now sensing was the easy part, blocking the attack may prove more challenging since it was, by all definition, a cheap shot. Valdra was facing Master Raaf with what was the end of an unsuccessful Twin Strike, it was clear by how she dodged that she anticipated it, which is impressive and thus Valdra's game served no more purpose.

Valdra snapped his two lightsabers with long ish hilts together to make a red double bladed lightsaber. For his first trick he kicked at the dirt like someone who would kick dirt in someone's eyes, but dirt was not what was sent to the incoming Knight, but a cloud of fire meant to do the same effect of dirt, but more burny. The lightsaber connected, but brushed off the pure cortoss boots. His clothing, flashy as it was, was merely Alexandra Feanor's white armor with color changes. He spun his blade to meet Raaf and her attacks, but instead of playing with her and showing off, he became serious and used Vaapad fully against her. His blade met her blade before it was finished making it's move, if he was going to survive these two, he could not hold back. He caught her blade, smacking it away over and over until he saw it, a slight opening.

Like a tiger attacks it's pray after careful waiting, Valdra unleashed on her and went back on the offence, or so he hoped. His attacks her simple, windmill strikes mixed with spins to deliver powerful blows. The problem with using Vaapad is to have it's full power it needed to draw on the opponent, but fighting Jedi, who did not enjoy fighting, made this difficult so his attacks, while incredibly fast, did not have the deadly power that was the Vaapad signature. With this he was powering himself to move quicker like the Vaapad creature making his double lightsaber appear, without Force Illusion, to attack with 7 blades. Valdra always hoped to surpass seven blades, but he was stuck here and had been for quite sometime. It was like trying to get over a hill in a car running out of gas, unless he met a greater master it would be a long time before his skill surpassed this area, but still even this would make Mace Windu proud.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Enclave Courtyard
Objective: Deal with the brother of her friend
Allies: [member="Dair Cotarin"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Valdra"]

Oh, he was just full of flashy surprises, but then again she didn't really have much room to talk considering what she was now being forced to unleash. As Hakora unleashed a blitz of pure offense with his now double-bladed lightsaber, Taeli's mind had already calculated and recognized the use of Vaapad, but in an unconventional variation with the saberstaff. Strange, Vaapad was only really useful against dark siders, he would just be wasting even more of his energy attacking both her and Knight Cotarin with Vaapad.

Although, apparently he had eyes only for her right now, and it took all of her skill with her lightsaber to deflect or divert his questing blades. The problem was . . . she had plenty of practice with a saberstaff herself, even if she didn't look like it currently. Where one blade was, the other was on the end, and it was this that allowed her to keep his assault at bay as he couldn't use Vaapad to its full speed and power.

Moving back just a few steps, she decided it was time to show him what a true blitz of a lightsaber looked like.

A second amethyst blade ignited from her lightsaber, and then she twisted the handle.

The second half circle of the guard slid out and formed a perfect circle. The blade emitters disengaged their maglocks . . . and began to spin rapidly.

With the same neutral look on her face, she augmented her limbs with Force and launched her own assault now, a spinning, whirling wall of energy in front of her as she attacked Hakora again and again, her style change most likely coming as a surprise.

Spoiler

just focus on the lightsaber, not the Pau'an wielding it