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

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

Alexandra hesitated, seeing Vornskr retreat and she herself stopped, him running meant they achieved their objectives or something worse than even him was coming. Without a second though she too turned and bolted for the door before glancing at Boolon and smiled, tipping her head to him as her helmet came up and protected her from the gas. She fell in behind the Sith Lord as quickly as she could, for the most part unmarred by the fighting and with full strength in reserve.

[member="Boolon Murr"]

 

[Hawke]

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

Hawke slid to a stop just shy of the barrier. Not wanting to feel whatever ill effects it certainly possessed. She also felt better then a moment before, a second wind or adrenalin? Whatever the case it didn't matter much, the Sith were in retreat, or had they finished what the came for? Hawke was forced back as Kaine unleashed a gas from several canisters. They aided quite well in his escape. "We'll meet again fallen Emperor. Expect worse next time"! Hawke's bravado shouting as Kaine ran. Running high off she just survived an encounter with one so strong.

The Jedi she assisted contained the tear gas in some field of Force. Glad for that she walked over to him. "Are you well Master Jedi"?

 

[Sarianna]

[member="Darth Tsolan"]

Sarianna had miscalculated slightly in her mind. She knew in the range and force game she could lose... two of the three sides were hard to do and she had chosen to build a powerful and strong saber skill. She impacted the floor and felt her shoulder give way as it twisted and popped to an odd angle. She rolled over and was gritting her teeth as she held the saberstaff before sitting up. Then she was looking off at the sith as her sigil glowed pulsing force energy into her as she stood up moving to the wall. Her body leaning against it before she bit her bottom lip and slammed herself into the wall. The supressed scream echoing into the force with the pop before she dangled her arm looking at the sith. "I won't give up and so long as there is light I will fight your darkness."

 

[Soeht]

Just after [member="Darth Mierin"] got on the shuttle, it began to take off. The landing ramp was still down. Just before the landing ramp would have begun to close, [member="Tracyn Seren"] rushed for the shuttle and finally stood before it. Daella could see the Jedi below her as the shuttle continued to rise.

To Tracyn’s words, Daella merely replied with silence.​

The landing ramp began to rise as the shuttle took off toward the rest of the Sith forces - all in order to leave the planet with the holocron.

 

[Alan]

The silence, was disheartening. He stared at her for a while, before he watched her depart. He didn't put up a fight, he just watched her leave. And he wasn't mad, he was just...disappointed.​

​

​

"You'll see, [member="Daella Apparine"]. You'll see."​

​

He wondered if the Republic had any air assets. After all, a Jedi in a ship was just a fancy target.​

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Hawke Katamirth"]

Boolon's stomach growled; he felt...hungry.

"I am, thank you," he said, continuing to heal everything and anything. "We were only in contest for a minute or two. I'm not too terribly injured. Please - help me find the wounded. I can take it from there."

 

[Darth Veles]

When the order to retreat came and reached his ear via the comlink, the amphibian focused on saving his student instead of prolonging the fight. With most of the enemy combatants turning their attention elsewhere, the Mon Calamari Sith quickly closed his distance to [member="Darth Banshee"] with three long strides and decloaked himself, appearing in front of the young woman in a second. Her limp movement suggested she would not be able to get out fast enough, not before most of the Sith forces retreated, which would have resulted in the enemies swarming the poor Knight and possibly killing her in revenge for the One Sith attacking the Temple. Not going to allow that, Darth Veles wrapped his arms around the female Sith and lifted her into the air before tossing her body over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, his firm grip preventing her fromany possible resistance she might put up.

"I apologize for any discomfort, Lady Banshee," the Sith Master said politely, knowing she had to feel highly uncomfortable in this position, but he was capable of carrying her and getting both of them out at a swift pace, much better than letting the female Sith escape on her own. Veles was not going to leave anyone behind, not someone who'd trained under him several times.

His augmented muscles flexed under the weight of the armored woman as he started bending light again, this time not only around himself, but both of them. His powerful cloaking technique worked as good as always, although he had to use some of his Dark Side reserves to do it properly, the energy of the Light Side not offering the same ammount of power. As the duo disappeared from the battle, the Mon Calamari was already making his way back to Sabrina's ship, hiding their signatures as well.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Sciath heard the summons from his Master, which only meant one thing, they had gotten what they came for. Still he needed to disengage with the Jedi. Crossing his blades in front of him he was able to block the horizontal slash to his neck, he pushed against the Jedi with the Force. There wasn't another attack, he was called off and through the rubble he saw an opening. Both red blades disappeared and he engaged in the Force to help him leap towards the opening. From there like the rest of the Sith he would leave.


OOC: I leave for one day of go karts and things end lol. I'm down to do a thread with us Zaren if that's cool.

[member="Zaren Bouqi"]

 

[Vulpesen]

A small laugh ushered from the mask of the sith as he watched the display from the jedi. "Good, such spirit will serve you well. However, I'm afraid its time for me to take my leave." He grinned and stepped back, tapping into his comlink. Always keep yourself prepared for an escape. With his ride coming, Vulpesen simply reached out his hand and sent out a wave of the force, aiming to push the girl away from him just before leaping onto a coming transport. "May we meet again. I look forward to seeing how you grow in strength."

[member="Sarianna Misarr"]

 

[Sarianna]

[member="Darth Tsolan"]

Sarainna was thrown back and impacted the wall as her head snapped to strike it, the air escaping her lungs before she collapsed to the floor and her saber deactivated. THe sith was getting away and she clenched her saber looking up to try and follow him. Her jaw hurt, her arm was throbbing and she knew she had lost a lot of blood as the dagger dug deeper into her skin. She wanted to scream for a healer but knew others were hurt more then herself. She wasn't going to waste the resources while she got up from the ground and tucked her staff into her chest and secured it to her belt. Grabbing her other and extending it into a walking stick she could lean on to support her weight. "Damn."

 

[Zion Krayt]

The push delivered from the Sith Knight had unbalanced him enough to give Sciath a window of escape. Of course the chance to flee had been taken and Zaren simply stood confused as to where to go. Hearing the sound of beeping the Jedi Knight grasped his comlink and the first words he read were telling him the location of [member="Graxin Rade"], his Jedi Ward.

Near the South Entrance? How he had gotten there wasn't what he questioned, but why.

And so he ran through the same hole that [member="Sciath"] had used and circled around the temple, expanding a force sense as he searched for Graxin. Then he laid eyes upon him. He wasted no time in walking past [member="Tracyn Seren"] and walked straight to Graxin while taking in the scene.

Burn marks on troopers too big for a regular blaster rifle, a door and above it the temple.

"Graxin." The Protector of Tython said. The helmet he bore retracted from his face and slid into the comfortable position on the small of his back. "What. Happened."

[OOC]: Yeah another thread would be great Sciath.

 

[Darth Isolda]

THE CALL FOR THE RETREAT HAS ECHOED THROUGHOUT EACH AND EVERY DARK MARK. THEIR OBJECTIVE HAS BEEN COMPLETED. ALL ONE SITH FORCES ARE TO LEAVE OSSUS IMMEDIATELY. ​

 

[Placeholder 0123]

Graxin stared at [member="Zaren Bouqi"] through narrowed eyes. He remained silent, and pointed with a bloodied hand toward the Sith shuttle. Speaking would betray just how he felt at the moment--that Zaren had been too late. He knew it was not true, but the desire to throw the blame wholly on another individual was far too tempting.

He turned toward the temple, cradling his eviscerated hand, and began to walk. "We'll have to go retrieve the holocron, I believe."

 

[Zion Krayt]

The eyes that Zaren bore at the moment widened for but a moment as he heard the tone that Graxin gave him. He didn't turn to look up at the retreating shuttle, there was no point, it was gone already and now, it was only Graxin and Zaren. "I asked you a question." He said unwaveringly. He was going to get the full story.

Gauntleted hands clenched and unclenched as he watched the Jedi Knight. He could only imagine as to what was going on. His eyes flickered from Graxin for a moment to rest upon the door and he narrowed his eyes upon them as he imagined as to where in the temple it led to. Probably multiple entrances and exits, the Archives being one since he doubted Graxin could move so fast in a handful of minutes.

Well, Zaren had to get here, but that was because he thought Graxin was near dying.

[member="Graxin Rade"]

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Location: Jungles of Ossus
Enemy: [member="Countess of Báthory"]
Objective: Monkey around the jungles
----

Kiyron glared at the vornskr that was up in the treetops with him. Of course they could climb. Just his luck. Even worse was the Sith forces he could hear thrashing around the jungle to flank him. Even more helpful. It could be used to his advantage though, if he could figure out how to use it. The potential for friendly fire was relatively high in this situation. Then the next vornskr joined the first. Great. He reached down and slowly loosened he sword in its sheath. He could grab it fairly quickly now if necessary.

Then the woman appeared down below and called up to him. The leader? Sounded like it. Walked like it. Probably Sith. He upped his bet with himself before calling back down.

"You might want to stay clear of the area. This marks the boundary of an active battleground. We're just waiting for a mine-clearing crew to get here and clean it up."

He was so precious, stating his warning. However, just as Cyrena was about to make the call for the attack, her hand came up. A mental command to 'hold', would resonate within the two Vornskr's minds.


"It appears that you shall live another day, ma petite." Cyrena would coo out. "Pity." A recall of the vornskrs would then follow suit. She was already starting to back away. It was time to leave. They had all been summoned to do so.

"Rest well... little solider. Until next time." with that, she made the motion to leave and head back to their ships.

 

[Erinyes Draclau]

[member="Boolon Murr"] and all the other Jedi


With the Sith retreating, Erinyes also began to set about organizing relief efforts. She was glad she had been able to help Master Murr, but the status of their knights and padawans was of the utmost concern.

 

[Adele Adonai]

With the fighting having come to an end in the archives, and the boost of morale successful to those within her vicinity, A'dele quietly slipped out of her meditation. Opening ice blue eyes, she took a deep shuddering breath.

Slowly, she would rise from her seiza position, coming to her feet. She could feel the pain, anger, and worry from several individuals through the Force.

As a member of the Circle of Healers, she knew what she had to do next. Quickly, she set about to bringing first aide to the wounded around her.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

LOCATION: Archives
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Daella Apparine"]
ALLIES: [member="Boolon Murr"] [member="Zaren Bouqi"]

The wall exploded, chunks of rubble flying through the air to pelt Ryan's face even as he attacked the short, female Sith. He got a glimpse of dark armor and the scent of oil filled the air. Then a presence full of peace entered and Korr's concern fled as shadow before dawn's break. His focus returned to the fight, yet the brief startling cost him.

A second blade sprang to life on the Sith's lightsaber, as blood-red as the first. Korr's blade smashed into the parry even as the blade from below hummed toward his leg. Doubly surprised, Ryan could not retract his foot. The crimson saber slashed directly into the durasteel protecting Korr's shins. The same durasteel which, like every exterior piece of the armor he wore, was woven with cortosis. The contact produced an immediate reaction, overloading the dimetris circuits on that end of the saberstaff and causing the lower blade to flicker out of existence.

Ryan was not left unharmed. Though the saber had been shorted out, the brief contact was enough to gouge a deep furrow into the face of the durasteel that did more than just leave a scar in the armor. It heated the metal up to such a degree that the flesh of Ryan's shin began to burn. Gritting his teeth, Korr continued on with the kick that - without her second blade to block it and with his own blade still locked against the first - would now surely impact the knee. He followed up, speed enhanced with the Force, by pushing his right foot entirely through and pivoting on it, bringing his left leg around in a swift, partially airborne roundhouse kick aimed at her face.

If she moved her lightsaber to counter the blow, Ryan's own blade would be left free to strike.

Hit her on her knee he did, but the response before the partial round house kick to the face would be the large influx of kinetic energy from the Force between her right hand, as it slipped away from the hilt and went pressing against [member="Ryan Korr"]'s chest. The agony she felt as Vong crab armor cracked and pain slashed against her knee only augmented the sudden rush of power from the Force as she sent a powerful Force at point blank range to the Jedi's chest with every intent of sending him flying back.

The distance provided would allow the Darth who already had channeled Force body to override the pain and bear the damage. Bright crimson eyes would flash at the Jedi's direction, the tiny mute reflecting her displeasure through the gleam of those eyes.

She would have followed through to send another attack had it not been for the mental summoning demanding the One Sith's departure. If granted enough distance, the Vahla hybrid would do as she was told, and move to leave the premises.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

[member="Malphas"] was a skilled opponent, there was no mistaking that. Though, Tugoro was confident in his swordsman abilities, having practiced them for a long time on Kashyyyk. He had also trained with a few masters, though his knack for a defensive style had surfaced on his home world. Lifting his arms, the boy would angle his wrists diagonally, having his blade point downwards at the ground while the Sith struck. The Acolyte's overhand strike would slam viciously into Tugoro's own weapon, though with a single step backwards the boy went to work. Angling his blade towards the ground even more, the young padawan would have the Sith's attack once more slide along his own saber, and to the ground. Taking another two steps backwards, Tugoro's arms would retract, bringing his blue beam of plasma close to his body once again. His vision would narrow as he concentrated on Malphas' figure, watching his movements while trying to sense his intentions.

Though, he would have little time to concentrate on the force, seeing as the Sith's assault did not end there. Immediately after the blow had been defended against, the Sith aimed to strike once more with the element of surprise, his arm having reached around his back. Tugoro's eyes would widen as he saw the second, smaller saber ignite, lashing forward at his chest once more. Instead of stepping backwards, the boy would leap, pushing on the ground with both of his feet to create a distance of three meters between themselves. Taking a brief moment to glance at his torso, the padawan's teeth would grit as he noticed the burn mark across his chest, the Acolyte's saber having sliced through his tunic. The blade's length had not been long enough to pierce his skin, however it was an extremely close call. Tugoro would have to take into account the second saber while he dueled, all of the strategies he had thought of were now scratched. Standing firmly on the ground, he would focus on his opponent, watching everything he did.

 

[Sheff Zee]

When the Sith Apprentice heard the call of a retreat, he tilted his head to the side once the Jedi Padawan had fled and and deactivated both of his lightsabers. If he had had more time he knew he would have beaten the Jedi, but there wasn't, and it was time to go. With a chuckle Malphas turned to the side and force leapt through a hole in the that had been made present during the battle.

Probably from some form of laser hitting the wall, and he escaped.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]