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

Location: The main hall
Allies: [member="Darth Hauntruss"]
Enemy: [member="Anarya Drast"]

Darth Banshee was behind the Jedi as she went for leader of brotherhood, and a fellow member of the one sith. She was here for ice cream and fight, and she all out of ice cream. She saw the the jedi move through air, with grace towards the sith lord. She then focused on her as she made speech, she planned to push her into the wall when she landed. She could feel her sprite as she focused on her. Then she then focused her hate of the Jedi order. into single movement. Then aimed the force push straight at the middle of her back.......................
 
Miles descended from the roof of the building down to the ground the easiest way he knew, jump.

Using his jetpack to decelerate, Miles landed with a light thud, his rifle drawn and he was on the move to the back of the invading Sith.

To all Jedi and Havoc, I am inbound on the Sith. I am here to assist in the evisceration of the enemy.


[member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Anarya Drast"] [member="Sarianna Misarr"] [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Ki'an Karr"] [member="Kiyron"] [member="Countess of Báthory"] [member="Hawke Katamirth"] [member="Zaren Bouqi"] [member="Arturious Engel"] [member="Ella Nova"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Jora Vao"]
 
[member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Anarya Drast"]

Willa was watching and had relocated enough that she was looking into the main hall now. She could hear the com chatter and reached out with the force as she spied a sith in full combat armor. Her lip curled in enjoyment and she observed for a few more moments. Her words in her head taking in what she needed as Miles headed off to engage the rest of Havoc would be able to handle soldiers who might come into the base. "Padawan look out." She spoke into the comlink and then squeezed letting the slud fire as her senses exploded. The shot being felt and focused on by her so she could guide it towards the sith using the force to curve it a little and not lose speed from the shot. The mandalorian weapon was made for anti armor some phrik would be easy enough and distance usually out of range to be sensed. Her focus on it let the fire show in her eyes while they flashed.
 
Blessed are the peacemakers
LOCATION: TEMPLE FRONT ENTRANCE
ENEMIES: good guys, Ki'an Karr, Tracyn Seren Zaren Bouqi Tugoro Taidarious (jk)
ALLIES: bad guys, Darth Nephthys, Darth Hauntruss (jk they're the enemies)


Tracyn had made his way into the temple, and then, it all happened at once. Stone rippled apart, as the temple exploded around them. Tracyn used the force to protect himself, the shards and dust forming around his projected use of the force. He closed his eyes. His master called it moving meditation. He had applied it to his body, as he cleared his mind of the initial fear of battle. Fear was replaced with serenity and concern, and anger was replaced by a sense of duty. He found that replacing and adjusting emotions worked far better for those who struggled with them, rather than ignoring them. He opened his eyes, and saw the root of the problem, the giant, reborn [member="Hion the Herglic"]. He narrowed his eyes. The world slowed, as Tracyn applied the force to his body.

It was truly his gift, his skill that defined him as a warrior. To enhance his body with speed, strength, and endurance. The force came into his body, his muscles, his bones. He felt himself feel stronger, be faster than he could ever be. However, it was multiplied by his Teras Kasi training. The combination of the two, made him quick. Very, very, quick. And it had taken him a long time. Crushgaunted hands curled around his lightsaber hilt, and it ignited. All before the last piece of debris had fallen from the explosion. Tracyn picked up his feet, and went for the door.

The stormtrooper didn't even feel it as Tracyn pushed his hand into his chest, rather, two fingers. It went straight through his armor, and crushed his ribcage inward, the bones striking his heart. He fell over, killed by a green and brown blur. Tracyn wasn't wearing his Beskar'gam, and was incredibly swift now. He stood behind Darth Orcus, and twirled his lightsaber. He said nothing, there was no time for talking. Besides, talking before a fight only happened during movies and when the two parties were trying to resolve it peacefully. He waited. Patiently. Unlike their last encounter, Tracyn was now going to be patient. He however, gave him a small smile.
 
Location: Main Hall
Enemies: Friggin Sith
Allies: HAVOC SQUAD and the pubs @Riley Stryrker @Miles Verden [member="Brill"] [member="Fadeyka"] [member="Commander Sharky"] [member="Kiyron "][member="Captain Wells"]

"HAVOC SQUAD, ON ME!"


Kaiden sprinted through the forest, blaster bolts rolling over his head. He radioed in to the various members of Havoc Squad, wherever they might have been in the fight. He rolled along the ground as the stormtroopers engaged him. He removed his republic sidearm, and placed himself behind a tree. Bolts were exchanged, and the stormtroopers couldn't quite stack up to the elite nature of the commander. He wasn't promoted because his dad was someone important, even though he was, in a way. Kaiden eventually replaced his sidearm with his rifle, and started to suppress the stormtroopers around the great hall. He was hoping that Havoc squad would come and help him out, soon.
 
Tsolan's eyes observed the battlefield from behind the black mask, searching for something to do. So much to do, so many to incapacitate. Then, he saw her. [member="Alexandra Cinthra"], hosting her own battles. There were few people in this conflict that he knew, but Alex had been a good friend since long before he was a sith. Now,, he strode over to her, a red blade igniting in his right hand. The once golden gaze of the foxhead sabers now blazed a blood red as he reached his old acquaintance, still hidden in his armor and mask. "Would you like some assistance?"
 
The force screamed at her as she ran to reach the other padawans. She dove, intending to duck into a roll, but it was too late. The blast [member="Darth Banshee"] had sent her way slammed into her side, and she went sprawling. Her saber clattered away from her, far out of reach. The girl struggled to get up, to fight back, shocked back into her normal state. She raised an arm to defend herself, but no blow came. Instead, a sound ripped through the air.

BLAM!

The shot echoed in her head, and she knew it had saved her. it would distract the Sith for long enough for her to get clear. Scampering out of reach of the Sith and their pets, she tried to reach her saber.
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
[member="Darth Tsolan"]

She looked the one she assumed was a Sith and sighed, pointing at the woman, this [member="Sarianna Misarr"] and spoke. "Ya, mind dealing with her, i have a temple to break into and shit to do, please and thank you." She waited for one of them to react, glancing behind her as Resistance worked on the door and then looking over the area for any more signs of visitors, her hands though remained behind her and hidden, and in them was both her sabers with her thumbs on the activators.
 
Tsolan nodded and once again prepared his saber, preforming a makashi salute towards the jedi knight. "I don't believe we've ever met." His voice was smooth as it came from behind the mask, completely calm as he faced his first conflict against those he had once called friend. "That should make this quite a bit easier." His feet started to move, sending him in a slow circle as he prepared for the jedi to make her reply.

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] [member="Sarianna Misarr"]
 
Ki'an watched as [member="Anarya Drast"] made her way toward [member="Darth Hauntruss"], her lightsaber dancing around brilliantly. He didn't know what she was going to do, but she never made it to the Sith Lord. A blast of force energy took her off her feet and Ki'an saw [member="Darth Banshee"] emerge from the shadows. Ki'an narrowed his eyes. They had met in battle on Empress Teta and while Ki'an would have loved to settle up with the Sith Knight, Ki'an was confident in Anarya's abilities. Besides, Ki'an needed to stop the younglings, and he knew of only one way to do that.

Ki'an took a step toward [member="Darth Hauntruss"] only to find himself suddenly taken by surprise by a powerful blast and a loud HUUUUMMMM. The Sith had brought the [member="Hion the Herglic"]. Ki'an had never met the Sith, but had heard of him from his service in the battle of Carida. Ki'an was so distracted by the blast that when he turned back toward Darth Hauntruss he found two of the deformed younglings falling upon him. Ki'an's reflexes saved him as he dropped down and rolled into the two younglings legs, toppling them over. Ki'an came up and brought his saber down on the head of one and kicked the other twice in the head before he rose and started toward Darth Hauntruss again.

Ki'an was aware that he was outclassed, but he felt that the Sith Lord had to be dealt with and was certain that help was on the way. He just needed to keep her busy.

"What you've done to the younglings," Ki'an said stopping a few meters from the Sith and raising his saber in front of him defensively, "is beyond horrible. The use of the force in such a way is deplorable and perverse." Ki'an said, knowing he couldn't reason with the Sith, but wanting to express to her his belief regardless.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"], [member="Jora Vao"], [member="Lupe Baracka"]
 
[member="Darth Tsolan"]

Sarianna listened and kept her eyebrow raised as she stood there and the approaching sith broke her focus. THis was not good or at least not enjoyable but she would have to make it work while she moved. Backing just a bit back and holding both of them in her force sight. Then the sith was moving and her hand held her saberstaff. Clipping the sasori on her belt and dropping the belt she had the batons on while she spoke finally. "We have once before, I am not surprised you don't remember. Even with the darkside your presence in the force is the same."

The duel snap hiss of the blades had Sarianna holding the staff along the length of her arm while silver blade glowed. One hand coming out lightly while a smile played on her face and she felt the force breathing through her limbs. Battlemind was singular, focused, something you used to augment yourself and then when you were strong you made it external into battle meditation to inspire. Her focus wasn't going o the others, it was all on her while under the armor she felt the sigil glow with the force. Mental shielding from it going to her own.

She didn't need to move letting her muscles tense, her mind race and reach out to find that connection and form her own loop. She didn't know if she would win, she knew she was able to protect him by distraction from endangering others. That was enough for now as Sarianna gave no look of a stance at first and then she was moving. Leaping to the side and at a wall as she dug a foot in ascended up recalling the techniques. Snake ascending a waterfall into a kick off and her saber swung around the one blade deactivating in a trakata technique and treating the staff like a long handled saber Sarianna grabbed it into a stronger fulcrum to create a strike and navigate it around her body.

Ascending snake into falling leaf.... She thought to herself and came down to try and smack at the armor of the sith master. She came down with gravity assisting her strength while her armored boots kicked down behind the blade if it was block. She was trying for his body and the armor to kick off again turn this environment to her advantage and strength. She wanted to keep the pressure up while her body moved coming to the ground and leveling the blade while she let out a breath. Stay focused, his armor makes little difference, press the attack, use the unorthodox and press.

She had not foreseen or factored in armor, that made things tricky but not impossible as the saber activated again with both blades. Her hands raising it to just infront of her as she centered her own being. She wasn't worried about the woman yet but knew where she was and thinking briefly on how best to fight her if she joined into the fray or tried to fry her. The saber could absorb the lightning but leave her vulnerable. She was focused now on the defense and let her intake of air bring fresh relief with each bit of force energy.
 
Block an aerial assault? Did she think he was insane? Tsolan had never relied on strength to win a battle and such was not going to change with the color of his saber. Deciding to avoid the attack all together, the sith made a quick whirling spin to the right, aiming to avoid the lade and legs. As he came into position behind the jedi, Tsolan reached his hand out behind him, calling upon the force to make his first offensive move. If all went well, [member="Sarianna Misarr"] would find an unexpected change in her flight plan as the attack would be used to hurl her into a wall with the sith lord's powerful force push. "The jedi now attack first in combat? No wonder I left."
 

Jora Vao

Guest
J
Allies: [member="Ki'an Karr"] | Enemies: [member="Darth Hauntruss"]

Jora stood by the gates, continuing his assault of growth upon the stone. A vision entered his mind, not that of his own. He spun around, ripping himself out of his meditation only to see younglings now twisted by foul play attack Jedi. He didn't hesitate, his eyes closed once more. Long, thin tendrils rose from the gardens and began to latch around the feet of a nearby youngling before ensnaring her wrists. She struggled but it was futile. Long, thin stems continued to wrap around her in a cocoon.

A concussive explosion tore through the gateway. Stone shrapnel the size of fists shot through the room. Tearing through the soft tissue of flesh and sinew that belong to both Jedi and Younglings. Jora had been lucky to not be struck with his close proximity to the gate, but the blast itself had sent him head over heels across the room. He snapped out of his meditation, arms flailing as feet kicked. He crashed down onto the pavement with a meaty thud. Face scraped, dirt and grime smeared across his robes and tabard. The young Twi'lek planted his hands on the ground and pushed himself up onto his knees.

He craned his neck to the familiar Kel Dor. He was heavily outmatched by the Sith Lord. Jora stood to his feet, an unsteady hand curling around the lightsaber at his waist. Pulling free the leather bound hilt, a tiny copper chain hung from it's bottom with a rodent skull adorned at the end of the chain. Jora's thumb slid down the length of the leather, igniting the lightsaber. A yellow focusing crystal burst a maize-coloured plasma. The snap-hiss of the blade was heard. Jora took steady steps towards Ki'an Karr, standing by his side. The blade was positioned in the low-guard stance of Niman at a downward 40° angle.
 
[member="Hawke Katamirth"]

Seras could see and hear the attack going on now. Her eyes watching as she looked past the soldiers moving to secure the few troopers. Her hand tapping at the wall now while she observed the crazed children stopping only to scan one that was attacking a jedi with its teeth. The data might help develop... well who knew what it might allow them to discover. She could hear orders being given down the walls while she walked picking up a combat blade and saber. "Distasteful." She disliked that it sealed and burnt the area she stabbed but here it might prove useful while giving a nod to the few soldiers with her. "Go... play.... kill."
 
Main Hall

Opponents: [member="Jora Vao"] Ki'an Karr

The force explosion was quite the explosion. Hauntruss had to raise her hand to block the storm that came from the blast. As the dust and debris settled, her golden eyes noticed two Jedi had stepped before her with their blades ignited and ready. Hauntruss rose up and looked down at the two. Her eyes held a piercing gaze, as if she was trying to break into their spirits. Then her eyes dimmed in intensity and a smile rolled from lip to lip. Her voice slithered from her lips and drifted towards the pair. "The force?" Hauntruss hissed at the one who challenged her powers. ​"The force is an unkind entity, and amoral. It cares not how and who uses it." Hauntruss began to stroll closer to them. Both her hands had been raised as if she was asking to embrace both of them. Her body like a cross she came closer. "The force allows it, so who are you to criticize?" she laughed. Closer and closer she came, with every step the lightside recoiled at her dark poisonous aura.

"It is you who failed to protect the younglings, it is you who strike them down in their helpless state." Hauntruss mocked more and more. "You and I are not that different, when the time comes your high and mighty talk is worthless and so is your foolish Jedi Code." Hauntruss was now close to both slowly her hands moved towards each other. With each having their fingers begin to clench forming claw like forms. Her black long nails pointing at either Jedi. Hauntruss paused. She did not speak for a moment. The hum of lightsabers and the cries of battle around them supplied the soundtrack to their tension. The calm before the storm.

"And now, young Jedi." Hauntruss whispered in slow hiss, "You...will...die." Sudden silence and then Hauntruss having in the meantime surged the force into her arms sprang into an unreal speed. Her light whip snapped to her arm and activated in an instant. Flinging her arm aside the whip arced and snapped into a attack aiming to slice the yellow blade wielding jedi [Ki'an Karr] in half. While simultaneous her other hand shot a blast of lightening at the blue twi'lek in a sudden froce expulsion. Hauntruss' attacked aimed to give her room and to kill or throw her opponents across the hall.
 

Qun Vell

Guest
Q
MAIN HALL:
ALLIES: [member="Anarya Drast"] @Ki'an Karr
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Hauntruss"]
OBJECTIVE: Save the Children.


"Heading . . . Location." Qun responded drunkenly, before marching towards the main hall. With broken glass atop the building and the sight of three padawans, the human padawan engaging the lesser of the two foes while the Twi'lek and Kel Dor were readying a fight with what seemed to be the big bad, a woman whose taint and power was tangible even to the lowly drunkard padawan. It was clear that she was the origin of whatever was befuddling the minds of the younglings,

Speaking of younglings, there were still a few floating around, and they were charging endlessly, trying to claw and bite at whatever lights they could find. Seeing a couple of rodian girls coming he grabbed the two with his large meaty arms, while taking his other two unoccupied hands and pulling out a couple of flasks. He wasn't quite sure how other species survived with only two arms, but he found his second pair of arms to be highly useful. Unwillingly chugging the alcohol their small bodies were unable to contain the consumption, already showing signs of loss of motor function. He dropped the pair and they stumbled to the ground, trying to walk before falling onto their faces, where sleep called them. It wasn't subtle, or a very jedi-ey way to get things done, but it did get it done.

Sadly, the two rodian girls charging him were not the only younglings in the area. A small wookiee boy had taken to charging him from behind, pouncing on top of the Besalisk. Wrapping furry arms around his neck he dug his claws into Qun's chest while biting as his lower back. Qun let out a yelp of pain before swinging his hips up and his upper chest backwards, prompting his entire to fall behind him, violently squeezing the hairy child between the Besaliks and the floor. Limply arms fell off of Qun's shoulder before dropping to the floor. Qun rose up and turned around, checking the wookiee child. That was a stupid move, could have hurt the child. Badly. A quick glance and he saw the wookiee's chest rise however, he was still breathing. He might have a concussion when he awakes, but he was still breathing, and that was all that mattered. For now.
 
[member="Darth Tsolan"]

Sarianna was going forward, her body surging forward and she rolled to stop herself as she skip on the floor. The leather squeaking while she laid there for a moment and thought about a few things... namely how best to counter force powers. Her body turning over as she looked up and didn't need to smirk or speak yet, she liked this she liked the fighting and the conflict. At least he had a good point somewhat but not every jedi waited until they were impaled to think gee maybe I should fight back. They would all be dead by now as Sarianna moved quickly forward and activated the saberstaff again.

"Jedi are not a single thing, that was a failure on your masters part if they only showed you a single aspect of the order and a failing of ours for not teaching you to resist evil." The saber staff danced as as she shifted and held the blade behind her back and into the floor. Her hand off to the side open and ready while she let her body move and react, tucking in lower and popping up with another twirl as she came to stand and the blade was in front of her at a ready stance. Muscles relaxed and tongue gently pushing against the top of her mouth, her blades pointed at either side and arms out. Choking up her grip before starting again and this time turning the middle of the staff into the point to rotate from.

Sarianna slashed fast and semi erratic going at inner thigh, hips, elbows and hooking it up towards the arm pits. Never faster then to try and test his armor, to make contact and bounce back into another strike with a flurry. She wanted to test him now letting her face remain emotionless and serene in the constant state of combat.
 
Ki'an had to admit to himself, that he didn't like their odds. He had expected the Sith to be fast. He had expected her to be a powerful force user. But he hadn't expected her to wield a lightwhip! The only saving grace Ki'an had, was that as fast as the Sith was, lightwhips required sweeping slashes to maneuver and Ki'an was able to read the attack and dive down out of the attack. Ki'an rolled backwards quickly, unsure of how [member="Jora Vao"] would manage.

Ki'an wasn't prepared to fight a lightwhip, he need another weapon. Glancing around, he saw one of the younglings unconscious on the ground and he called her small lightsaber to his hand. It was a training saber and would do him little good in an attack. But he didn't need it for the attack. Shoto's were the necessary element in combating a lightwhip and he would be able to use this to bolster his defense against the unorthodox weapon.

Ki'an rose to his feet and saw that his robes had been torn long his side. The lightwhip hadn't missed by much. He would need to be more careful going forward, no mistakes could be allowed. This was a fight for survival and a fight for the redemption of his fallen friends. Ki'an rushed forward back into the fight. He need to cut down the distance and keep [member="Darth Hauntruss"] within his arm reach or else he would be forced back on the defensive. Ki'an came in fast and ducked down as he did, bring the small training blade up defensively while cutting down at the Sith Lord's knee with his lightsaber. Hopefully he could distract her enough to allow Jora a chance to recover.

Everything was happening so fast, Ki'an didn't have a chance to consider how his other friends [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] and [member="Anarya Drast"] were fairing. Nor did he have time to linger on the timely arrival of [member="Qun Vell"]. The drunkard padawan was an odd individual, but Ki'an was glad he was here to offer more combat muscle for the Jedi. They were going to need it!
 

Jora Vao

Guest
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Allies: [member="Ki'an Karr"] | Enemies: [member="Darth Hauntruss"]

Well, that was certainly a surprise for the Twi'lek. He had never personally encountered a lightwhip before, but he knew of someone who had. It provoked a part of his mind to place his hands into the folds of his robes and bring forth an object that could aid him. But it could attract the attention of others, nor could he risk losing such an item. Least of all to the Sith. The explosive force of lightning caught him unawares. His hand instinctively dropped the lightsaber, letting the now deactivated hilt to clatter on the floor. His hands moved in front of him in a defensive manner, but too late. A blinding pain shot through his body, tearing through the very fabric of his being. His eyes clenched shut. Hands held outward. And what was once indescribable agony had now become relief. He was thrown several meters back, his feet scraping against the stone ground in protest as he tried to absorb the lightning.

Jora channeled the energy through his body, empowering it with his own. In comparison, his energy was dwarfed by that which had been absorbed by Darth Hauntruss. He leapt forward, bringing his elbows back and thrusting his arms forward. Straightening them. The energy he had absorbed now channeled out of his hands in mimic of her force lightning. If anything, it was a redirection of her own attack, but weakened. He targeted the attack straight back towards Darth Hauntruss. As the last sparks sizzled from his hand, he curled his fingers into a fist, the leather bound lightsaber hilt flew back into his hands. Re-activating. Jora was breathing deeply, revealing he was tired. He pushed past the physical restraints of the material world and retook his stance. He glanced to Ki'an Karr briefly, unsure of how to act. He had two options; throw himself blindly against the Sith and face horrible defeat, or retrieve the holocron of a former Exotic Weapons Master and allow the gatekeeper aid him in battle. Thus making him a bigger target, but simultaneously allowing him to gain an advantage.
 

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