Legacy of Krayt (Ossus OneSith/SithBrotherhood.v.Jedi PvP)

[Soeht]

“Darth Junra,” answered Daella with a glance at [member="Graxin Rade"]. Whether or not the Jedi had tied Daella's identity to Darth Junra would depend on how reliable the Republic's intelligence had been. Granted, Daella frequently used "Daella Apparine" to interact with the public, yet every One Sith properly addressed the Sith Lord as Darth Junra.

Otherwise, Daella kept her eyes on the pathway - only known to her. Compared to the pace that she took to get into the temple, Daella simply kept a calm walking pace on the way there.

Still, Daella asked another question with, “You mean you were Sith?”

 

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Graxin remained silent for a long moment. He matched her in step-not an easy feet considering the height difference, and stared straight ahead. After a long pause, he exhaled a heavy sigh, and nodded.

"I was Darth Vulcanus' apprentice. He raised me for a pet project, and I came to think of him as a father." He chewed on the inside of his cheek, and glanced down at the woman. "He's dead now. I was going to try and take his place as Emperor and Warchief of the Graug. The Lords under him didn't want that. The Jedi saved my life, and here I am."

He finished with a sense of finality to his voice. He had not heard of her before, and that was his own fault. He should have paid more attention to the state of things. "The fight between the Republic and the One Sith isn't my concern. What is my concern is the murder of people for political power."

"So I ask you, if the Republic was at peace as many say, then why did your people disrupt that? Simply because you wanted to be in charge? I can understand that. I had the same goals."

[member="Daella Apparine"]

 

[Alan]

Location: Temple Grounds
Enemies: Sith
Friendlies: Not Sith


The force continued to flow in and out of Tracyn, as he empowered his body uninterrupted for some time now, his muscles pulsing with the energy of the light-sided nexus. Darkness was expelled from him, and the inner turmoil was slowly being put to rest, as he meditated in the middle of the battle, and empowered his body. He could feel and see everything around him through the force, while he pulsated the force through his body, from his hands, he felt it spread upwards, empowering his mighty forearms, his biceps, and all the muscles inbetween. And he could feel the lightness on his feet, the force empowering his movements. Just a little longer, and he would move.

And move, he shall.

 

[Sheff Zee]

The Sith Acolyte walked into the Archives after his Master, [member="Darth Hauntruss"], she had led the attack into their and several Sith had followed her into there as well as some Sith Troopers. At the moment the troopers held the entrance, but Malphas figured that would only be temporarily while they searched for the Holocron. Until then, he had set his sights upon the back of a Jedi Padawan, [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] who he hadn't seen previously.

He seemed like a Jedi that would be a good fight. And so he took a step and leapt towards him, the force leap pushing him to greater bounds.

 

[Soeht]

After [member="Graxin Rade"] told a bit about his life story and asked for insight on the One Sith’s goals, a half-grin stretched across the right side of Daella’s face.

“Heh,” she grunted just after Graxin’s question.

At that moment, Daella stopped moving forward. She turned suddenly to Graxin. Yet, she did not lash out at the Jedi.

Glaring into Graxin’s eyes, Daella told him, “Your ‘father’ ransacked Coruscant and enslaved a great deal of people for a worthless cause. If I had not acted, the Republic would never had attempted to eliminated the wretch’s base and saved its people.”

Continuing, Daella then said, “The Mandalorians brought a fleet over Coruscant, and the Republic proceeded to give concessions to them as they held the planet hostage.”

Taking a step forward, Daella continued her rant as her voice grew louder and declared, “Even within the Republic, billions remained enslaved and impoverished. Parasites reap the rewards of their labor without any contribution of their own to society. Meanwhile, the Senate is inept in acting. Democracy is a sham in which parasites are chosen to represent parasites.”

At that moment, Daella’s eyes began to glow, in a way. While this was something she had sad nearly an infinite amount of times, she was still to the brim with emotion as she continued to tell Graxin, “And the peace was merely beginning to fall apart. So long as other nations remained, they would always be envious of another nation. Distrustful. War is always inevitable so long as borders exist.”

 

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Graxin remained silent as the woman gave her piece. he simply stared down at her; cautiously aware of the sudden lack of personal space. Yet, he felt no real danger. She wished to explain her reasons, and Graxin had asked for them. "Rest assured, I served Vulcanus out of necessity. He died by my hand. I am not him."

His lips pressed into a thin line, and he continued. "And I understand your argument. At the same time, I beg the question, are you sure this is the right way to go about it? Violence breeds violence. You want to unite the galaxy for the sake of protection, control. Noble, but, do your allies want the same?"

He raised an eyebrow, and let an apologetic smile slip. "It's not my place to judge your actions...but, are you so sure that the Sith are going to level things out for everyone in the end? Keeping a population under control by restricting their freedoms...they might as well not live, Darth Junra."

Graxin fell silent then. The smile held. He didn't wish to offend the Sith. Not for fear of his life, but simple courtesy. His words likely fell upon deaf ears; she had likely heard them before, but it seemed wrong not to express his views as well.

[member="Daella Apparine"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Location: Archives
Enemies: [member="Romeo Sin"] @Malphaas
Allies: [member="Zaren Bouqi"] [member='Ki'an Karr']

The area around the archives had become quite chaotic, people were fighting everywhere you looked. After his attempt at aiding Zaren, a strange sense of danger would begin to shiver up his spine, as his gaze turned to his Keldor friend. A new, dark presence had arrived in the archives, only adding to the evil fog that clouded the large room. It was strange, but Tugoro knew that he was not the one in danger at the moment, or so it seemed. The man known as Romeo had his attention on Ki'an, the young human's best friend who he had been fighting alongside. A large concentration of force power began to build up around the Knight, before several flashes of light were emitted from his palm.

Breaking into a sprint, Tugoro's form would zoom across the floor as he enhanced his lower limbs with the force. There wouldn't be a lot of time to act, however the boy still would. He had saved his friend once before on Carida, and he was determined to do it again. Closing his eyes for a brief moment, the padawan would begin to concentrate on the force energy within him, and around the Keldor. It would begin to gather in front of him as he moved, shooting forward in a wave as Tugoro thrusted his arms forward. The boy aimed to demonstrate his telekinetic prowess, hoping that the technique would launch his friend away from the four fireballs with minimal damage.

Skidding to a halt, Tugoro would begin to eye the red skinned alien that leaped in front of him. Lifting his arms, he would slide his thumb over the activation switch, causing the blue training saber to activate. It would cast a faint glow on the ground beneath him as his arms extended, causing the beam to point forward at the new enemy.

 

[Soeht]

“Take this as advice,” began Daella as she maintained her stern gaze, “Avoid assumptions.”

Once she said that, Daella turned around and began to walk down the pathway once more.

Yet Daella continued to talk with each step. She told [member="Graxin Rade"], “What the other Sith truly want is irrelevant. They are powerless against my Master. His power keeps them in line.”

“And what happens after the galaxy is united isn’t important right now,” claimed Daella, “Yes, we will eliminate the parasites and use the collective power of the galaxy to push it to a new age of prosperity, but wishful thinking is the work of a fool stuck in a life of poverty despite the ability to ascend. There is only the goal of now: to end this dark age by uniting the galaxy, and thus save all the lives that would be lost in its endless continuation.”

 

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Graxin immediately followed after her. He had heard words like this before. There would be no reasoning with the woman, not on this topic. "People have thought like you have for, many, many years, and tried to bring about the same change, with the same methods."

His gaze settled back on the pathway, and his smile faltered. "Not one has ever succeeded, but, I will leave you to your designs. The political situation of the galaxy as a whole isn't relevant. Though, I am curious about this master of yours. A hidden Emperor, perhaps?"

His eyes continued to point straight. He had no idea how far these tunnels went, nor did he know how far off they were. Regardless, the conversation was interesting enough to keep him invested.

[member="Daella Apparine"]

 

[Sheff Zee]

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

The lightsaber hilt in his hand ignited as he landed in front of the Jedi Padawan. From looking at his weapon, it seemed like a genuine lightsaber, and he'd stay wary of it. His own crimson beam was held in between him and the Jedi rather than to the side and he tilted his head to the side.

His durasteel helmet sat atop of his head with his cloak over it and he watched the Jedi before releasing a force push at the Padawan and rushing towards the Jedi Apprentice right after it and performing a diagonal slash from the right shoulder to the left hip of the Jedi.

 

[Soeht]

“My Master,” began Daella, “Remained hidden for far longer than I believe all my comrades have lived. Now, he is the Emperor reigning on Coruscant.”

The walk down the passageways continued. There were more turns to take. There was still no sign of the exit - or any exit. There was simply secret corridors and intersections. Daella remained in the lead, ahead of [member="Graxin Rade"].

“Most of my comrades merely submitted by my Master’s strength and adopted his vision,” claimed Daella, “Yet it was one I had long before I met him.”

 

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So it is an Empire then.

​Graxin tried to memorize the path they were taking, but the act was simply impossible. He would have to figure things out when he made it through the other side---though he had a rather vivid idea of what awaited him.

"I see. As long as you're truly happy with your decision, then it was the right choice." Graxin paused. "Honestly, I had not expected it to be an Empire...interesting revelation, that."

His remained stone faced as he followed after the woman. The holocron weighted heavy in his pocket now, and the lightsaber pressed to it was begging for him to ignite the weapon. "So, what kind of trap have you set for me outside, Darth Junra? Are you going to have me killed, or something else?"

[member="Daella Apparine"]

 

[Soeht]

Without any sign of urgency in her voice, Daella asked [member="Graxin Rade"], “Why would you follow if you believed this was a trap?”

Finally, Daella and Graxin would come to a door with a console on the wall.

“Actually,” commented Daella as she walked up to the console and began to press some buttons, “It makes since for you to follow anyway. The lives of billions are in your hands.”

Then, the door opened. Light flooded into the dim corridor. Sith troops and vehicles moved around before them.

As Daella stepped outside, she told Graxin, “Just a bit more to a shuttle.”

 

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Graxin narrowed his eyes as light flooded. The Sith force was waiting, just as he had expected. "Multiple reasons. Curiosity, mostly."

Regardless, he followed after her. The lightsaber rolled between his fingers as he checked for the umpteenth time to make sure the holocron was still where it should be. It was. "I'm afraid I won't board the shuttle alone, Darth. A simple precaution, I need to be careful. You understand."

Now that they were outside, his comm systems should have worked. Should. He slipped the small device from his pocket, and clicked it to life. "I trust you'll allow me to make the call?"

[member="Daella Apparine"]

 

[Soeht]

As soon as [member="Graxin Rade"] pulled out the comm-device, Daella’s eyes snapped to him. She took a few seconds of silence to examine the situation.

“Do so,” she told him, “Yet if you want to save the lives of the Jedi still in the temple, you mustn’t wait long. We won't wait long.”

A squad of soldiers noticed Daella along with Graxin. They knew of Darth Junra by sight and refrained from immediately attacking. In addition, they knew that she would have been using secret passageways to infiltrate the Jedi Temple. They assumed that Graxin was a Sith as the commander made his approach.

 

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Graxin gave [member="Daella Apparine"] a short nod of understanding. He pinged the comm unit to life, and sent a message to the one Jedi he felt he could truly count on, [member="Zaren Bouqi"].

"Bishop, this is Graxin. Order the defenders to stand down, that Sith have already been told to do the same. Come to my location. The Sith want the holocron, I have it....bring another person of your choosing. We're going to talk about things."

The Knight closed the comm, and slipped the unit back into his robes. His eyes settled on the commander, and drifted over to each of the soldiers present. A thin smile replaced his stoic expression. "Lovely little set up you have here. My allies should be on their way...if they take too long, then I will go alone. Also, the Sith that was attacking Bishop, the one in the archives...could you tell him to cease hostilities? I'd rather not take too much time waiting for the message to spread to all of the Sith.""

 

[Soeht]

As [member="Graxin Rade"] attempted to communicate with [member="Zaren Bouqi"], Daella talked with the squad’s commander. They kept their voices low enough to the point that Graxin would not have been able to discern what they said. In addition, the commander wore a full-face helmet over his head - preventing lip reading while Daella had her back to Graxin. Their hands were in a flurry of gestures as well.

Just as Graxin finished sending his message, Daella and the commander finished their conversation. She turned back around to Graxin as the commander departed - giving orders via holocomm. One soldier remained near Daella and Graxin, though. He stood ten feet away from Daella and had his blaster rifle at hand.

“They will take care of it,” claimed Daella as she gestured her left hand to them. Her right arm hung to her side with the dorsal side of her fingertips just beyond the edge of her robe’s sleeve.

Motioning her head toward the one soldier still watching them, Daella told Graxin, "He will keep an eye out."

"We'll go directly to Coruscant," continued Daella, "I can start examining the holocron's contents now. It's important to find a cure as fast as possible, and a day less could save an exponential amount of lives further down the line."

 

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Well, that certainly concerned more than a few personal theories. Graxin raised an eyebrow, and held back a laugh. She thought he was a fool.

"I'm afraid that will have to wait until we're off world." He murmured. He had doubted that the Sith was telling the truth...his doubts were now confirmed. He slowly strolled back toward the door. It was not obvious what he was doing--it looked as if he was only pacing. Slowly, however, he was distancing himself from the Sith. "As much as I worry for the lives of those on Coruscant, precautions are necessary."

"When we're on the ship, you can look at it." And he opened the comm to [member="Zaren Bouqi"] once more, voice lowered. "Near the southern wall, I think. Hurry." The unit was pocketed, and the tracking beacon activated. He could be found, if needed.

[member="Daella Apparine"]

 

[Soeht]

As [member="Graxin Rade"] began to stroll back to the door, Daella slowly followed. As she kept her eyes upon Graxin, she actually moved them up and down the man’s body. She took mental notes of his posture - at least as far as she could see due to his robe.

“These precautions of yours merely delay the results you desire,” informed Daella, "And the safety of Coruscant."

The soldier stood in place as Daella and Graxin slowly walked back to the door. Despite not pointing to anything, he kept his finger on the trigger of his blaster rifle and kept his gaze upon the two. Radio chatter, though intelligible from where Daella and Graxin stood, could be heard from his helmet.

 

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Graxin looked to be completely at ease. This was assisted by the robe, of course, but it was all he could do to appear relaxed. The only sign that he might have been distressed was his hand still wrapped around the lightsaber in his pocket.

"My precautions keep me from being taken advantage of, Darth Junra. I could just destroy the holocron, if you want to be so hasty?" He raised a brow, and shot the soldier a quick glance. It wasn't his intention to destroy the thing--he did wish to help if he could, but he also knew of the Sith's ways. He knew of their deceptions.

"Though I'd rather not. You've been a dear, for what it's worth, and I do enjoy a bit of cooperation."

[member="Daella Apparine"]