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

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Tugoro's eyes would widen as he felt the force energy building up, gathered by the pureblood would stood a meter or so away. Examining his opponent, Tugoro would not be able to take in much, aside from the Sith's youth. They were probably only a few years apart in age, Tugoro thought it was brutal that teenagers like themselves were fighting. Lifting his arms, the young padawan would begin to focus in the short amount of time he was given, collecting force energy from within and around himself. Thrusting his hands forward, Tugoro would concentrate and perform the force barrier technique, in hopes of contending with the Sith's skill. Tugoro liked to consider himself adept in telekinesis, however the only real focused, formal training on the ability he had was with Ryan Korr. The Knight had taught him the barrier technique, though it would be ineffective.

The pureblood's force push technique would surge forward through the air, slamming into the defense Tugoro had erected. @Malphaas was indeed powerful, for his telekinesis proved to be greater than Tugoro's own. The boy's booted feet would skid across the ground, his body struggling to gain it's posture after the impact. The padawan's right foot would lift, before slamming against the flooring firmly. Tugoro's movement would cease, his arms moving away from his body, still gripping the saber in their hands. Looking forward, the boy would be met with a a crimson saber. Tugoro's own weapon would lift into the air, holding it to the right and above of his body. The two beams of energy would collide, causing a brief flash of light, though it would not last.

Tugoro aimed to implement Makashi, his feet moving with the battle. Stepping to the right, the boy would angle his saber towards the ground, attempting to slide off of the attack, and move away from his opponent. The boy's feet would move quickly and precisely, aiming to step to Malphaas' side while blocking. From there, Tugoro would begin to rapidly move backwards, wanting to distance himself from the opponent. He proved to be a challenge, for his arms stung, from the energy and physical attacks his enemy had dished out. Breathing in deeply, Tugoro would begin to calm his mind, hoping to hone and concentrate his thoughts on the battle at hand. The technique he implemented began to work, steadying his breathing and ultimately calming himself, and his physical state.

 

[Sheff Zee]

The force push had knocked his opponent back which was good because his charge that had been behind it wasn't going to be stopping. Oh no, he was going straight for the Jedi Padawan. His attack had been blocked unfortunately, and then the Jedi began to move to Malphas's left, the side where he held his lightsaber, which was odd to say the least but wherever he went he would have been assaulted by his crimson fury anyway.

So it didn't bother Malphas in truth.

Once his opponent had begun to distance himself from him, it was cut short by Malphas's own ability in Makashi as he practically followed him, almost stepping in the same spots as he did, but longer strides bringing him closer to the Jedi Apprentice. Due to this, the ability that the Jedi Padawan tried to implement, that usually required quite a deal of concentration and not an intense opponent, was hopefully going to be cut short before the Padawan could fully focus himself.

Then eh was attacking again with the ferocious strikes.

Bringing his crimson beam down in a heavy and powerful, but quick overhand strike. He meant to continue pressing him back until he could get him into a corner and then defeat him easier.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Kian Karr]

Enemies: [member="Romeo Sin"], One Sith
Allies: [member="Tugoro Taidarious"], @AllJedi

Ki'an had been preoccupied with his own attack that he hadn't noticed the Sith approaching him from behind. When the fireballs were launched however, he did sense himself to be in danger. He also sensed the build up of force energy that emanated from his friend Tugoro. Not bothering to look and trusting his friend, Ki'an went with the force push and flew backwards, flipping over in mid-air and landing with his knees bent to take up the impact.

Coming around, Ki'an saw the Sith who had attacked him. Ki'an put the blaster away and ignited his lightsaber, the yellow blade bathing his alien features in an odd light.

"We need not fight." Ki'an said approaching the Sith, "surrender now and you will not be harmed." Ki'an finished, his voice muffled by the mask.

 

[Sarianna]

[member="Darth Tsolan"]

She was moving, watching him jump back and Srianna stopped advancing her saber staff around into a defensive stance as the daggers came. Her staff moving and what connection to the force's precognition helping her but it was mostly her pushing her reflexes to their limits. Sarianna was off again moving forward as one banked off the floor under her staff and she felt it in her leg. The warm trickling of blood going down her thigh to pool in her boot on the inside and leave a small red trail on the floor. She needed to keep and press the advantage as she lept to reach him.

Her body twisting and kicking off the roof to give her more speed while part of her brain went towards blocking out the fresh shooting stab of pain in her leg. She wasn't going to let a small injury stop her she was here to try and stop the sith. Now her body moved spinning the blade in front of her like a dive bomb to slam into and try too break that makashi defense. She was at least glad he had stopped talking though that was a distraction she didn't want and batted with the blade while her body twisted to deliver a spinning kick aimed at the boys kneecap if he blocked.

 

[Soeht]

As [member="Graxin Rade"] continued to talk, Daella simply took slow steps toward him. A Sith shuttle began to approach the clearing that Graxin, Daella, and the soldier were in. The high pitched roar of the engine filled the air.

Yelling over the screech of the shuttle, Daella said, “Know this, Graxin Rade.”

Immediately after saying Graxin’s name, a loud pop pierced through the air. A sphere of electromagnetic energy enveloped Daella and anything within ten feet of her - Graxin likely included due to Daella continuing to keep up with his pacing.

The device that detonated was a cooked EMP grenade that Daella held in her right hand - which had just been hanging limp to her side just recently. The electromagnetic pulse disabled electronics near it. This ranged from comm-links to even lightsabers - especially the energy modulation circuits and wiring within the hilt.

As Graxin called [member="Zaren Bouqi"], Daella talked with the commander and, in thus frantic gesturing, had an EMP grenade slipped to Daella. After that, Daella took the time to study Graxin’s posture to make educated guesses on what he was trying to do with the holocrons.

Just as the EMP grenade went off, the soldier that had been standing watch sprang to action. By standing over ten feet away from Daella, he avoided the EMP. Thus, his blaster rifle was still operational. Taking aim at Graxin, the soldier pulled the trigger. Several blue stun rings flew from the blaster rifle toward the Jedi - threatening to stun his body.

Meanwhile, Daella was kneeling on the ground. She grabbed her right wrist with her left hand while sporting a grimace on her face. The right sleeve of her robes were torn and tattered. Her eyes - now orange - looked up - past Graxin - to see the actions of her comrade, [member="Darth Mierin"].

 

[J3C0]

Outside the Jedi Temple Near Sith Forces.
[member="Daella Apparine"] @Graxin Rade
Mierin waited at the end of the tunnel. Her gaze was impassive and calm, settled down upon the ground. She had not joined in on the assault, rather she had stayed behind and played the defensive card shrouded within one of their Vong Allies Cloaks of Nuun. There was no need for another Master to go in, and so she had chosen to remain hidden instead, waiting for Daella to appear just as they had planned.

She saw them come towards her first, she was still hidden within the shadows of course, cloaked by living creature that had stitched itself into her skin.

For a moment she did nothing as they approached, assuming that Daella had turned another Jedi to their cause. A scowl appeared on her lips however as she heard the man speak, no, he had not been turned. He did not share their vision, and therefore he would have to be disposed of. As they reached the maw of the tunnel, Mierin called upon the force.

From the depths of nowhere Mierin appeared, in an instant her hand was up and the power of the force flowed free.

Invisible tendrils of the Force snaked around the Jedi Knight, heaving and seizing him, holding him in place with the Sith masters powerful telekinetic grip.

 

[Vulpesen]

A spark in the sith's mind, quickly crushed by the silent calm that he wished to exhibit. The first mistake and the herald of his advantage. Still, Tsolan was forced to admire her spirit as she continued on, hosting another aerial strike. Don't get predictable. That moment after an argument when you find the perfect comeback, and yet you can't use it. So many people fail to have a second chance. But here, this jedi was dong just that. Giving a second chance. Tsolan did not recoil, he didn't back away. Instead, he lunged forward, moving into a rolling dive under the jedi. He felt a small burn in the small of his back, but that was nothing. Such pain was only a nuisance and not a hindrance. As he completed his roll, Tsolan reached out his hand to catch the jedi in the air. He did not push her, he didn't pull her into a strike. Instead he simply conserved his energy and enhanced what was there. Flying is fun. Landing, not so much. He brought his hand down, using his grip to hurl his target into the ground below, simply enhancing the force that her landing would make.

[member="Sarianna Misarr"]

 

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Graxin had failed. The morality and benefit of the doubt that he held so dear has betrayed him.

His thumbed flicked the ignition of his primary blade just as the grenade went off. He was satisfied that the holocron would not fall into Sith hands. He knew their purpose was not one of charity. This satisfaction only lasted a moment, however, for the lightsaber had remained silent. The severity of his misstep dawned on Graxin as he instinctively threw up a small force barrier.

The stun bolts dissipated one by one against the shield--the last broke it. He would have tried to resist further, were it not for the sudden pressure enveloping his entire body. The dark embrace froze his limbs and stamped out the final flames of retaliation. Graxin wrapped his fingers around the holocron in a last ditch effort to destroy it. He squeezed; trying to shatter the thing.

All he succeed in doing was slicing open his hand with the relic's sharp edges. He grimaced. Warm blood dripped from his fingers and soaked his robes, and the holocron remained whole.

"Stop your assault, like you said you would." He growled. There was nothing he could do further. The possibility of trying to destroy the tendrils with a force repulse occurred to him, but the probability of success was low, and escaping afterword, impossible.

[member="Darth Mierin"] [member="Daella Apparine"]

 

[Soeht]

In an instant, [member="Graxin Rade"] had been subdued. The holocron remained intact. Daella remained kneeling for several seconds. She drew heavy breaths as she continued to clutch her right wrist. After [member="Darth Mierin"] had expertly finished the job, Daella turned her head back to Graxin.

“Know this, Graxin Rade,” repeated Daella as she slowly got up.

Within Graxin’s view would have been the bloodied right hand that grasped the EMP grenade earlier. While each finger was still attached, she would require proper medical treatment.

Gazing down on the Jedi, Daella told him, “The naivety of the Jedi will always be their downfall.”

Then, Daella walked over to Graxin. She moved the flap of his robe aside and saw the blood covered holocron. Without hesitation, she pried it from his grasp with her injured right hand. She hissed and grimaced in pain as she touched the holocron.

One she took Krayt’s holocron from Graxin, Daella turned to the shuttle as it started to land. The soldier that assisted the Sith turned to Daella.

“The Jedi, Lord Junra?” asked the soldier.

For a few moments, Daella continued to walk to the shuttle. About halfway there, she stopped and turned back to give one last look at Graxin. Her eyes had returned to a cold blue.

“Eliminate him,” she commanded.

“Yes, My Lord!” responded the soldier as he took aim at Graxin.

Turning back to the shuttle, Daella continued to walk to it. She heard a blaster shot rang out. Yet, she jumped at the sound of it. She turned back to see the Sith soldier falling to the ground - a blaster bolt to the head.

A squad of Republic troops came charging out of the tree line. They began firing at Daella and Mierin

In a rush, Daella took off toward the shuttle. She yelled, “Darth Mierin! We’re leaving!”

The shuttle’s gunners took aim at the Republic squad and fired at them - providing covering fire to the Sith. Daella managed to reach the shuttle’s landing ramp and turned back to Mierin and Graxin.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

The young padawan would bare his teeth with anger, watching as the pureblood he fought against almost mimicked his own stance. The two had begun to use Makashi, which was not a good thing in Tugoro's eyes. The more his opponent knew of the form he used, the worse this situation would get. Gripping his saber handle firmly, the boy would come to an abrupt halt, standing as still as a rock. Confidence in his own abilities was something that was definitely present, for the human could not help but smirk, looking rather smug to most observers. Even though he considered himself lazy, Tugoro enjoyed the heat of battle, for testing your mettle against another's was truly something that excited him. Seeing as [member="Malphas"] had been able to keep up with his pace, Tugoro decided to instead use his agile physique against his enemy. Adopting a Soresu stance, the young padawan's arms would lift, one pointing forward while the other held his saber close to his body, and high.

Soresu was probably Tugoro's favorite form, for he had practiced it many times. It was stamina efficient, and on top of that concentrated on defense. Two things the boy would need to contend with the Acolyte who faced him. Having a natural knack for his defense skill, Tugoro would grin, awaiting for his attacker's strike. Sure, the pureblood was slightly intimidating, but Tugoro continued to focus either way, trying to wipe away all doubt he had. Extending his arm forward, the padawan would hold his weapon tightly as it collided with Malphaas' own. The impact would only be brief, for it only succeeded in redirecting the powerful overhand blow away from Tugoro's head, towards the ground. Blocking head on would only result in quicker exhaustion, something that the boy aimed to avoid entirely. The Sith's strikes were strong and quick, definitely a worthy challenge for his own skill. Tugoro's own saber would continue it's movement as his arms lowered to his side, allowing the blade to spin as his fingers and wrists maneuvered it. It would come around in a full circle, ready to act against Malphaas' attacks.

 

[J3C0]

Mierin turned to regard [member="Daella Apparine"] for a moment, but then simply nodded.

She looked to the Jedi for a moment, considering snapping his neck and ending his life. Yet instead she pressed him away. With a nudge of the force Mierin tossed [member="Graxin Rade"] to the ground, leaving him there for the soldiers to finish off.

With the cloak of Nuun obscuring her Mierin easily made it to the shuttle without ever anyone actually shooting at her. The wavy appearance of her hidden flesh seem to shimmer as she boarded the shuttle craft. She became visible for a moment, standing besides Daella with a look of disapproval, she would have preferred a more pleasant tone with the order of leaving.

“Sound the retreat.” Mierin said to one of the Sith Troopers in the shuttle as the craft lifted off from the surface of the planet. “We have what we came for.”

(Sith! Roll out!)

 

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Graxin tumbled to the ground like a helpless child. The blood flowed freely from his eviscerated hand with each heartbeat. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. He stumbled up to his feet; unable to stop the Sith from escaping. He watched with narrowed eyes as their shuttle took toward the skies.

"We need to secure the temple." He stated hollow. The soldiers that had come to his rescue fell silent. Two nodded, and they quickly dispersed. Graxin continued to stare where the shuttle had been.

He had the Sith's name, and all that he had wanted to know. A smuggler needed to be contacted, and a flight chartered for Coruscant. He could not let his failure reach completion.

 

[Sheff Zee]

His overhand strike had been deflected to the ground, thankfully there had been no counter-attack and the Jedi Padawan continued in his own defense. He wanted to use his stamina and his physique to counteract the Sith Pureblood. A shame for him it would seem. Malphas wanted to be a Sith Sorceror, but he was built and excelled at melee combat. In fact, he excelled at duelling. Or at least he thought so, and there was a smirk visible just at the bottom of his helmet, but it was barely seen as he spun and his lightsaber descended into another heavy overhead strike in mid-spin.

Throughout the whole ordeal Malphas's off-hand had been at the small of his back and whilst simultaneously swinging with an overhead strike, he ignited the shotosaber that slipped into his grasp and he slashed with the blue lightsaber towards the midsection of the Jedi Padawan.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Alan]

TEMPLE GROUNDS
Enemies: Da Sith
Republic: The friendlies
Spaceballs: The musical

More of the force flowed into his body, supplying him with even more energy. He was nearing what he felt, was maximum capacity for the moment. Or, if more than he needed. He could still recall Cazer Kresh, teaching him about the force. Relying on the force, and using it, were two different things. The Sith abused it, relying it to hold up their bodies in some cases, such as Darth Nihilus, who literally abused it to the point where he became a wound. Tracyn had no such intention of abusing it, so he was almost ready. He was empowered now, and he was as calm as the eye in the center of a storm. He rolled his shoulders backwards, and his fingers twitched softly. And he waited, just a bit longer, to move forward. And whatever Sith was in his path, would feel his wrath.

 

[Hawke]

[member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Boolon Murr"]

Hawke hit the ground like a sack of Corellian potatoes. She'd exhaled on the way down to avoid having the wind taken out of her. Kaine wasn't done with his assault yet. It was a triple punch combo. The lightning struck her next, such a painful feeling. Every nerve in your body twitching with agony. A pain she knew all to well; and one she could somewhat ignore. The torture she endured, meant to break her body and spirit had only made her stronger and more defiant. The last of the combo round was a shock wave emanating from he Sith Lord. Her body flung backwards and over in a reverse somersault. She was upright again on one knee facing Kaine. A nice recovery from the attack but she was hurting, and he had no intention to letting up. "Never quit do ya"? Hawke wouldn't back down, she lunged up. Charging right at the madman. She drew her other pistol and fired squarely for his face. He'd have to protect himself if he wanted to remain among the living. Sith weren't known to sacrifice themselves for so little, something she'd learned in her long service under them. It was all or nothing, either they both went or she'd dive under him while his saber was at his eye level.

 

[Alan]

A body moved, as Tracyn stood. Bolts and the glimmer of the force swirled around him. He was calm in the storm, the hurricane of battle moving about him. He saw something. Someone. A maverick. A renegade. A liar. A deceiver. And most importantly- a Sith. She had played her hands so well, and she moved with such purpose. Whatever the Sith wanted, they got. But they would not be leaving, not without a fight. A very, very, good fight. Or at least, her. He moved towards her, maneuvering about the trees. He had time to recover now, time to replenish and stock his energy. His force presence, thanks to the meditation, was nothing less than substantial. He moved in a practical blur. He had moved faster than most Jedi with his abilities in Teras Kasi, but his ability to enhance his speed through the force, and the fact he had been unbothered for so long while building his power, made him a fearsome opponent.

His leather boots scraped the ground, kicking up debris as he moved towards the Sith shuttle. He avoided the incoming blasts from the troopers, and moved in front of Daella. For the time being, they stopped firing. Maybe it was out of fear, maybe it out was out of respect. It was partially, also because they wanted to see what Daella would do. They'd rather suppress the Republic soldiers, than deal with a Jedi anyway.

And with it, he activated his lightsaber, caring a swath in the side of the ship as he passed. He stopped in front of the loading ramp. He reached out with the force around him, focusing on the details as he stared down [member="Daella Apparine"]. He didn't say anything, he just rolled his knuckles for the time being. A moment passed, and the wind swayed his hair and his cloak. Crushgaunt adorned hands, found themselves gripping the lightsaber hilt tightly. He narrowed his gray eyes, and held the green blade at his side. He spoke.

"I know what you want. And it's going to destroy you."

He waited. Patiently. And quietly. But most importantly, his presence and prowess was on full display. He hadn't done this in quite a while, displaying his full prowess outwardly. He waited for Daella's move, or one of her cronies.

Spoiler

i mean, screw it, why not

 

[Lupe Baracka]

[member="Darth Banshee"]

Lupe was at a war from a distance. He once again hit the turf, covering his ears. He was in pain and wondered where he was going wrong. "It must be my lack of ranged attacks."

When Lupe closed his eyes he saw a familiar face, it emerged from a darkness. It had the motif of despair, but the nostalgia it bestowed had a warm feeling. It was Lupe's uncle. A criminal in his weathered and dismantled home planet. The headshot of his uncle was clear. His expression remained neutral as his mouth opened slowly, it almost seemed subconscious to the "vanilla face".

"Lupe boy, If it be politics or combat engagement... it's all about versatility." The last word had a soft reverb to it.

"All great leaders, the greatest of the greatest. The champions. The top tier." The plain face now frowned. It wasn't a normal frown, it was a heart sickening one. One cold and plagued by an irregular amount of sorrow.

"They all find their downfall when... their versatility runs out."

A mandalorian blaster was placed under his Uncle's chin as a tear dropped from his eyes. There was no hand on the gun, well... no hand to be seen.

"Never let...the other guy play on your weakness boy."

The vision ended and Lupe opened his eyes. He stood bit his lip. He wasted no time running towards banshee at a very rapid rate, a force influenced run of speed; a first time for the young Jedi. He attempted his largest force jump ever as he meant to jump over banshee. As soon as he landed he was to implement a pivoting slash to her back.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Darth Vornskr"]
[member="Hawke Katamirth"]
[member="Erinyes Draclau"]

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]'s attempt to break past Boolon caught his eye -- ah. He filed that away as Draclau's Force Valor got him up. A powerful aura of healing descended on Hawke Katamirth, easing her aches and pains, bolstering her energy. With a nod of gratitude to Draclau, Boolon looked about at the chaos and the Sith in full retreat, their objective apparently accomplished.

"Well, friend?" he said to Vornskr. "Will you run too?"

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Suddenly Vornskr stopped mid-stride as the words of [member="Daella Apparine"] floated over to him from afar, and as a precautionary move he summoned form a barrier to defend himself against Hawke's bullets as he mulled over these new commands in his head. Vornskr deactivated his lightsaber, and let it hook back to the belt across his waist as he eyed over [member="Hawke Katamirth"] and [member="Boolon Murr"] behind him with an amused smile. "We will meet again, Ithorian. Your doom has only be delayed, not avoided." Just as Vornskr began to lower the barrier, several canisters of tear-gas emerged from the satchels on his belt and exploded into action around the Sith Lord as he let them drop down to the ground with a clatter. Using this as a significant distraction, Vornskr cast an illusion upon him as used the Force to increase his swiftness as he made his way to the gaping hole in the wall from which he had entered the archives.

Then he would simply take the same pathway he took to enter the temple to reach the shuttle to make his escape.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Darth Vornskr"]
[member="Hawke Katamirth"]
[member="Erinyes Draclau"]
The gas, being of indeterminate and unlabeled type, found itself quickly confined by an expert adiabatic shield, the kind Boolon used to restrain pathogens. He opted not to answer as the armored man vanished through the wall gap, leaving only the faintly musty odor of Epicanthix blessed oils.

Without hesitation, he set about healing any injuries in the vicinity.