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

[Marakai Al'Orren]

LOCATION: The jungle outside the Temple proper​

ENEMY: [member="Darth Veles"]​

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Silent feet stalked through the jungle the predator called home, relying on her natural abilities to remain unseen and unheard in her feline form. She paused a moment, head tipped up to catch a fresh, unknown scent, reeking of darkness and a touch of something she could not identify.

In spite of a massive form that bristled with sharp spikes and auburn fur, she remained undetected by the troopers pouring through the jungle along the paths that led towards the Temple that loomed in the near distance. Mara crouched and slipped from her feline form to her human one, reaching out with the Force. One by one as they moved through the jungle...through her jungle...intent on doing harm to her friends and family...they disappeared, stumbling into the brush with a negligible application of the Force.

What was not negligible was the set of five parallel gouges that sliced apart their armor and the flesh beneath, reducing both to masses of macabre crimson stained ribbons.

She did not remain in place long, sliding from shadow to shadow, from cover to cover, leaving a trail of Sith trooper corpses behind her. She would see to their proper disposal if they were left behind by their superiors, but for now, the peculiar scent had grown stronger and drawn her attention once more.

Mara knew every inch of the jungle intimately, having lived on Ossus since its liberation, arriving with those who had come to establish the Temple. With her predatory, feline self, there was no one better to patrol the jungles and even lead the younglings through on their treks.

The younglings.

The Temple.

The Force was awash in crimson to her senses, the familiar auras of those little ones she knew now bathed in darkness and blood. Her breath caught in her throat and tears pricked at her feline gaze, drawing her to pause and allow the feeling to wash over her. She drew strength from it, the sharp sting of each tiny extinguished flame in the Force giving her the resolve to continue.

The source of the scent was close now, enough so that Mara breathed deeply and tilted her face upwards. Faint and feather-light, her mind reached out along the ripples in the Force, following them as a spider would follow the disturbances along its web to their source.

Up.

She shook her head and took several steps back, peering up to find nothing and yet...while she could not see or hear, she knew the scent was coming from up in the trees. But which one, she mused, as carefully as she could withdrawing her mental touch in an effort to remain undetected.

 

[Sheff Zee]

Location: Main Hall
Enemies: [member="Jora Vao"], @Ki'an Karr
Allies: [member="Darth Hauntruss"]

Whilst his Master had broken through the gate, he had remained behind her the whole time. He had watched her combat the two Jedi Padawans in front of them, but he had yet to even draw his weapon. She was able to handle the both of the Padawans easily enough, and with the Sith Magic that she had shown before he was certain that she could handle the both of them and then crush them when the time came.

The Charcoal Sith Pureblood wanted to speed that up.

Opening up his cloak to grab the hilt of his shotosaber that he had been gifted by Ballen-Ist, he ignited the crimson beam of the weapon and just as soon as [member="Jora Vao"] had retrieved his own lightsaber in his hand when he had recovered from the Sith Lightning, he pivoted around his Master's form and then lunged towards the twi'lek's right kneecap.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

LOCATION: Temple Entrance/Main Hall
ENEMIES: [member="Tracyn Seren"]

A figure darted into the cloud of pulverized dust. Orcus swung a squat head in the direction of a dying shriek. A stormtrooper's remains greeted him. Blood dripped around the jagged edges of a crumpled hole in the white plastoid armor, as if someone had punched directly through the chestplate. Orcus' black eyes glittered with displeasure. What a waste.

The Herglic Sith had never excelled with the Force, not even when utilizing the most basic of powers. However, not sensing the familiar presence standing right behind him would have been a feat in and of itself. His senses were dull, but not that dull. Grinning at the prospect of adjusting a mistake he'd made before his first death, the Herglic turned around to stare down at the human.

Orcus' hulking form towered head and shoulders above the Jedi and he had over six hundred pounds on the human. Orbalisk parasites encased the whole of his body save for his feet, his flippers, and his head. The chitinous substance of their shells could repel blasters, slugthrowers, and even lightsabers. Moreover, the insects fed off of the Dark Side that churned within the Herglic and in return granted him increased strength and speed, as well as a persistent rage which bubbled beneath the surface. Couple that with the Dark Rage which Orcus could enter, further increasing strength and speed, and he proved a difficult opponent, even for a physical enhancement specialist.

"Ah, Tracyn," Orcus's greatsaber snapped to life, an enormous crimson blade twice as wide and twice as long as an ordinary lightsaber. He glanced at the corpse of the stormtrooper. "That was... very unjedi-like."

The grin on his features widened, revealing rows of large, conical teeth above which stared black, fathomless eyes. Chuckling, Orcus swung with a horizontal slash aimed to cut Tracyn in half at the waist. Of course, the speedy human would dodge the blow, so Orcus prepared to lash out in one of two ways. If Tracyn attempted to flip over his head he would snap out a flipper and deliver him a mid-air blow that would shatter bones. Or, if he chose to dodge to the left or the right, Orcus would meet him with a backhand. Either way, the Jedi would not be escaping unharmed.

 

[Hawke]

Location: Jedi Archives Entrance
Allies: [member="Zaren Bouqi"] [member="Hatake Mutashi"]
Enemies: [member="Seras Goto"] [member="Daella Apparine"]

Well rather useful information she required seemed to not be forthcoming. The Jedi in charge wasn't helping her help him help everyone. Maybe he was meditating? Jedi were weird. "Alright men. We've our position to hold. Nothing gets through this door. Kal, Desom. Look around to make sure there is no other way into the archives the Sith could get in from. Team one with me in the hall, we'll keep an eye out. The rest of you set up a barricade at the door". Orders were set and everyone got to work.

Minutes Latter...

The fain thump of boots echoing. Many of them, but exact numbers were hard to tell. "Gun them down when they come in view. They've a lot of open hallway to cover to get to us". Hawke reached down for her pistols, unbuttoning the holster flap and gripping the black gunmetal and silver pistols. She was crouched down at the door's edge. A wall of tables and other odds were nearing completion. Closer, closer.

 

[Lupe Baracka]

[member="Anarya Drast"] [member="Darth Banshee"]

Lupe was so startled by the combat. He took his 1/3 smoked... well smoke... out of his pocket and lit it. He ignited his saber once more and saw Anarya on the ground, in a not so good state. Lupe waved to Banshee and took a big puff. He stuck his smoke inbetween his fingers and pulled it out, all dramatically as a taunt.

"Don't feel proud of yourself... anyone can beat her."

Lupe put the spice back in his mouth and took a few rapid puffs. He then put in out on his thick lapel; he put it in his ear like a pencil and looked up at Banshee.

"COME FIGHT A KNIGHT DAMMNIT!"

He yelled at the top of his lungs and assumed his cocky, unorthodox stance. Weight bent forward, arms dangling by his waste; his head pointed out into the open only to provoke his opponent.

 

[Alan]

[member="Hion the Herglic"]


Tracyn didn't appear to move for a moment, even as the blade came towards him. In fact, he simply stared at the blade as it swung towards him, as if it were something to be observed, rather than feared. All he had to do- was step backwards. Well, not step. More along the lines of move backwards. He watched as the blade swung in front of him, and it missed him by a hair. Tracyn did this simply, for dramatic effect. He flicked off his lightsaber, and twirled the hilt around in his hands, before he looked over at the Herglic.

"Slow."

Tracyn said cooly, rolling his head around, and bouncing up and down on his feet. He waited, again. Patiently. He had something that Hion didn't have- patience. Hion and him shared the same curse of rage, but Tracyn had forgone giving into it some time ago. A thing he had gained by that, was patience. All he had to do, was wait just a little longer.


"Very slow, Hion."

 

[Kaiden Rohn]

JEDI ARCHIVES
BANG BANG

[member="Hawke Katamirth"] could hear the sounds of a lot of people dying. And the heavy air-ripping sound as a blaster cannon went to work. Blue bolts of plasma zipped through the air, flanking the stormtroopers. They fell in droves, caught in the L-shaped pattern of death that was very difficult to get out of. He snarled, as he continued to press the heavy repeater downwards. God how he loved to kill Sith. He screamed in rage, gritting his teeth. He pressed his thumb down, and motioned with his hands for Havoc squad to press the attack with him.

"OPEN FIRE!"

Death came like the raindrops, and wet the ground with it's storm that day.

[member="Bendak Ginn"] Ori'Alor Tal'Verda Commander Sharky Fadeyka Riley Stryker Captain Wells Brill Luminous Kiyron

 

[Vulpesen]

Tsolan grinned as she came at him wtih the flurry of strikes, a tactic he himself had often done. Of course, the reason he could mimic it, was the same reason he could defend against it. A split second after she moved forward, another red blade snapped to life and Vulpesen's saberstaff started to catch her own in a show of red and white. "I left the corruption of the jedi. Surely even you see it. Surely you see they were not what they once stood for. Its gotten to the point now, that I can do more good spreading peace from here, than I ever could as a jedi!" On that last point, he took a small jump away from the clashing sabers and separated the combined hilts, making two separate entities to start his own, far more erratic and free strike of the female before him.

[member="Sarianna Misarr"]

 

[Jora Vao]

Allies: [member="Ki'an Karr"] | Enemies: [member="Darth Hauntruss"], [members="Malphas"]

The Twi'lek had started in the perfect low-guard stance of Niman to deflect the incoming blow to his kneecap. He twisted his wrist, bringing his blade to conflict with the incoming crimson. They collided in a brilliant burst of mixing energy. Jora's feet were closely spaced. He didn't hesitate to strike back. He brought his lightsaber in a upward diagonal arc, an attempt to slash across the abdomen and chest of his opponent. His free hand clenched and unfurled, arm pushed forward to unleash a blast of energy to push his opponent back after his strike.

The Twi'lek was rusty in combat with other force-sensitives, but Niman seemed to supplement this. The form whilst held no visible weaknesses, held no strengths either. It was known as the Moderation form. He took several steps back, tempted once more to access a source of knowledge that could change the tide of his particular duel, but may result in a horrible catalyst thereafter. He glanced down to the rodent skull hanging from the hilt, reminded that although his Master was now one with the force, he would always be there in spirit. Jora bathed himself in courage, mustering a mind of only harmony and peace. None that dwelt on fear or anger or hate. With this spiritual resolution, he prepared himself for the next assault. He returned to the Niman low-guard stance once more.

 

[Anarya Drast]

Anarya, still reeling, heard Lupe's voice over the chaos. Anyone can beat her. "Thanks, Lupe." she muttered. She almost had her saber... and something was in top of her. One of the youngling-monsters was on top of her. She tried to struggle out, but it had her pinned. Desperate, she swung her hand at it's head as hard as she could, managing to stagger it long enough to get her saber and knock it out. Again. There has to be a better way...

Turning to [member="Darth Banshee"], she watched for any movements the Sith made. The girl wasn't fully ready to be in a duel, but she was going to support her friend. No matter what.

 

[Sheff Zee]

Allies: [member="Darth Hauntruss"],
Enemies: [member="Jora Vao"], @Ki'an Karr,
Location: Main Hall.

He had targeted the leg for a reason, it was easier to avoid a counter-attack when your weapon was crossing over your body. So whilst the Jedi's blade came upwards to slash across his abdomen, he was leaning backwards and to the side that would take him further away from the Jedi's weapon and rolled away.

The force push that came to him in mid-roll only pushed him further and he stopped a few meters away and took in what he could of the Jedi Padawan. He wasn't there to speak with his enemy, there was no point in doing so. He knew no abilities that involved Sith Magic, so there was nothing for him to speak in that case.

This was his first engagement with an actual Jedi. He wouldn't let that go over his head. He advanced slowly, and he threw a force push to the centre mass of the Padawan with the intent of throwing him back a few steps, whilst simultaneously moving forwards to strike at him with a diagonal slash that would lead from the Jedi's right shoulder to his left hip. He moved with the Force to amplify his speed and to slow the ongoings around him. He needed all the possible advantages that were possible.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

It was better to be late to the party, than never show up in the first place.

While his brothers and sisters had rampaged off to wade through the Jedi defenses on Ossus, Darth Vornskr remained within the shuttle as his disciples ceremoniously smeared his bare body and armor with blessed oils. It was a ritual he had adopted prior to the Battle of Empress Teta, and had done so right before dropping into that chaotic battle zone to fight against his nemesis, [member="Kiskla Grayson"]. Soon his large frame was slick and shiny as the last of the oil had been applied to him, and now the disciples began to adorn him in his battle wear piece by piece. With the underclothing and armor in place, a cloak of yellow wool was given to the Sith Lord, who quickly snapped it to both of his rondels and flung it over his back. The last disciple stepped forth and presented a plush silk pillow upon which Vornskr's lightsaber rested gently, and with a heavy hand the Sith Lord plucked his weapon from it's resting place and hung it upon his left hip.

With everything in place, and the ritual completed, the Sith Lord Vornskr emerged from the shuttle and strode out onto the battlefield with a swagger of a conquering tyrant. In one swift motion he activated his crimson blade and easily rent a trio of unsuspecting soldiers that had quickly responded to the sudden attack with one fell swoop of his mighty blade. He followed up his strike with an overhanded smashing blow to cripple, and demolish, the defenses of a nearby Jedi. However; he was not here to slaughter whatever fodder the Jedi would send out to face him, but to instead break their masters upon the ruins that would herald their sickly demise. He cared not which location he went to, but he began to carve a path of destruction terrifying enough to bring his enemies to him.

 

[Soeht]

A long time had passed since Daella disappeared into the catacombs she secretly built. As she jogged down them, she undid the bun that held together her hair. Her neck-long hair fell over her face - further obscuring her identity. As she traveled through the tunnels, she used her right hand to braid her hair.

[member="Zaren Bouqi"] stood guard at the door of the Archives as [member="Hawke Katamirth"] took a group of soldiers down the hallway to the Archives.

At a T-intersection before Hawke, Daella ran out before them. She had exited the tunnels earlier and maintained a brisk pace down the center of the aisle. She did not seem to attempt to be stealthy. Instead, she wore a light brown cloak and hood much like many other Jedi. Daella stopped as soon as her cold blue eyes caught a glimpse of Hawke through her hood and blonde hair. She turned to the officer - her face half covered by a shadow casted by her hood and her hair. Yet, the braid she wove was visible and would be similar to that of a Padawan’s braid. Compared to Hawke, Daella was also considerably shorter than her.

With an unsteady, unsure voice, Daella asked Hawke, “H-Have you seen Master Kormit? I can’t find him…”

During her days at the Ossus Jedi Academy, Jedi Master Kormit was a regular instructor. He never became a part of Daella’s inner circle, yet she did interact with the Duros man frequently and knew of him as well as any other being that stayed at Ossus.

Two days earlier though, Jedi Master Kormit died en route to Ossus. He gave his life to protect an upstart Jedi Knight that had great potential. Depending on how the Jedi and Republic distributed information of Jedi deaths, both Hawke and Zaren could have known of Kormit’s death.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

LOCATION: Temple Entrance
ENEMY: [member="Tracyn Seren"]

The Herglic shrugged slowly. Through life he'd endured many smaller species making fun of his weight. He rarely let it show how their words affected him. He could do nothing to change his species, for it was his species that had cursed him with this immense bulk that made even the simple act of sitting down an exercise in caution. Orcus had been told time and again by his pod to let the words roll off, but how could he make barbs roll? He felt Tracyn's words pierce deeply and stir up an old hate.

Clacking his teeth together twice, Orcus's black eyes narrowed. He immersed himself in the Dark Ocean, feeling the pull of its tides and drawing them in until he brimmed with cimmerian strength. Opening his maw, Orcus unleashed a point blank Force Bellow at Tracyn.

"HAUUUUUUUM!"

The breadth of the attack was too wide to be dodged and the suddenness of the blast too swift to be avoided. One could no more evade this than one would the explosion of a bomb, which it might as well have been. No doubt the Jedi would seek to use a barrier of the Force to block the incoming shockwave. Many had tried before, but for a physical enhancement specialist, and a knight in rank, conjuring up a telekinetic barrier would be like throwing up a wall of concrete in front of an armor piercing tank shell. Orcus himself was a specialist who only possessed two powers of note. One was Dark Rage, the other was Force Bellow. And if the doors of the Temple could not withstand his bellow, then Tracyn certainly would not.

The true power of a bomb blast does not come from the shrapnel or the fiery explosion, but from the overpressure shockwave created. Just 15 psi above normal in a human body can cause severe damage to the lungs. A blast the likes of which Orcus unleashed could do far more. The overpressure alone could implode the sinuses, shooting bone back into the brain and killing instantly, as well as constrict the lungs so that the pulmonary arteries leading to the heart sheared off. When the lungs re-expanded they would be filled with blood and the victim would drown in their own vitae. Further injuries included ruptured eardrums, and the implosion of any gas-filled organs such as the stomach or the intestines.

But that was just the overpressure.

The actual shockwave emitted from Orcus' mouth was capable of turning a permacrete wall into rubble. If it met a human body it could rip appendages off, fracture bones, and literally tear a person apart.

Even if Tracyn managed to get some form of a barrier up, at this close range and with the blast wave moving in excess of 504mph, there was little he could do...

Except die.

 

[Zion Krayt]

Location: Jedi Archives
Allies: [member="Hatake Mutashi"], [member="Hawke Katamirth"], @Jedi
Enemies: [member="Daella Apparine"], [member="Darth Hauntruss"], [member="Darth Nephthys"]

From one side of the hallway he felt that someone was coming, and from there the Dark Side practically radiated off of them. It got to the point that he had even seen the person who was the container for the Dark Side that he had sensed approaching. It had been, [member="Darth Nephthys"], and his fist clenched around his already ignited purple lightsaber. Out of the threshold he came, and he called to [member="Hawke Katamirth"] immediately after setting his sights upon the small Sith Knight. "Take all your men into the Archives now."

He was forced to call out to her for she and her men had moved further down the other way and towards where [member="Daella Apparine"] was coming. He barely heard what the brown garbed person had said, but it went along the lines of Kormit. He didn't know the Jedi personally, but it had been said that he hadn't returned to Ossus when he was supposed to. And he had been meant to return two days ago. Kormit is a traitor? He had immediately thought, and then his right hand snapped down the hallway towards the possessed youngling and to the Sith Knight at the end of it to slow their approach and her hopefully, focusing self upon controlling the troopers.

Once that had been done he turned back to look to Daella Apparine and his grip upon his lightsaber tightened. He felt the Dark Side coming from her, it had appeared... Almost suddenly, but he couldn't see her face. Inside of him, he knew something was wrong with that.

Mutashi, how is it going? Hurry up.

He had projected his thoughts telepathically to his Padawan, and with a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure he was safe for the time being, the Jedi Knight looked to the small stature of the Jedi down the hallway and he said, "take off your hood." It was a command, no questions asked. It would be the only way to test her loyalty, but he also saw no reason for a hood to be raised. His own black cloak hung loosely off of his body with his black armour complimenting that, but that was it.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Location: Archives
Allies: [member="Zaren Bouqi"] [member="Hatake Mutashi"], Republic
Enemies: [member="Daella Apparine"], [member="Darth Nephthys"], Sith

Extending his arm, Tugoro would begin to utilize his telekinesis abilities, focusing on the force energy in and around him. Opening his clenched hand, the young padawan would aim his open palm towards a few younglings that had appeared. They had dropped their sabers long ago, reverting to a savage like assault with their hands and body. Tugoro did not like harming young children, though he would never lower himself to that one Knight's level, who had sliced a child's head clean off. The boy could not help but shudder as the sight replayed in his mind, as he watched the two children in front of him stumble onto the ground, due to the force push he had released. Lifting his head to towards the ceiling, Tugoro would hear the voice of [member="Zaren Bouqi"] over an intercom, ordering all Jedi to head to the archives.

Lowering his gaze to the grand battle in the main hall, Tugoro would grit his teeth in annoyance, seeing as most of the people were caught up in duels. A feeling of nervousness would wash over the boy's being as he realized that his master was trying to lead, which meant that there were no masters present. This was a disaster. Having confidence in his master's plan, the young padawan would pivot on his heel, before looking towards [member="Lupe Baracka"] in disgust. Moving at a quick pace, the boy would begin to concentrate on the force energy around him, causing it to flow into his legs as he sprinted. His form would begin to pick up speed, his legs moving rapidly in order to shoot him down the hallways, towards Zaren's force signature.

Blaster bolt fire was the only thing Tugoro could hear as he stopped, looking down the corridors to see many things. Republic soldiers fought valiantly against the enemies, sending wave after wave of bolts in their direction. Stopping at the archives entrance, Tugoro would turn, looking down another corridor, where his master had been approaching a cloaked figure. Letting his ignited blue training saber rest at his side, the boy's sense would keep sharp, awaiting for any attacks.

 

[Soeht]

For years, Daella had managed to remain embedded within the Jedi Order despite being an apprentice to the Dark Lord all along. Yet, [member="Zaren Bouqi"] was among the few, if any, to recognize something about her dark nature. It could have been either through Zaren’s innate talents or Daella growing less used to utilizing a disguise, yet he still recognized something.

“Eh?” was the immediate response from Daella. She panned her head around and began to notice the chaos around. She inched close to the Republic soldiers as if they would protect her.

Abiding by Zaren’s command though, Daella gently lifted her hands and grasped her hood. She held her position for a second. She tilted her head down. For a moment, her face was completely obscure. Yet, she still pulled down the hood to reveal the top of her head - covered with blonde hair similar to [member="Hawke Katamirth"].

In fact, she seemed to be a young version of Hawke. It became more apparent as Daella lifted her head. Yet, her eyes and nose were fairly obscured still by her free hanging hair. She was not the only blonde haired, blue eyed woman in the Jedi, though, and not the only one notable for something.

After pulling down her hood, Daella seemed to avoid eye contact with Zaren - what little could penetrate through her golden veil. She turned slightly to her left in the process of doing so. On her right cheek was a brutal scar stretching from her lip. Daella had received this wound from [member="Darth Vornskr"], yet she kept it hidden through synthskin after the Liberation of Ossus.

“S-sorry,” continued Daella as she tucked in her elbows and fidgeted with her hands, “I d-don’t feel comfortable showing others th-this… W-where’s Master Kormit?”

 

[Zion Krayt]

Location: Jedi Archives
Allies: [member="Hawke Katamirth"], [member="Hatake Mutashi"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"], @Jedi
Enemies: [member="Daella Apparine"], [member="Darth Nephthys"]

He remained quiet for a moment, but then that changed. He had lived amongst the Jedi Order for so long, practically since birth. In his time the Jedi Order had been infiltrated several times. Sith Lords had casted illusions over themselves to give the appearance of young children, and they had worn the skin of... Children. It had most likely been a combination of synthskin and synthflesh, but it had still been heart-rending and brain shattering when the skin burst from their body, the illusion was dispelled, and out came a darkly clad Sith Lord.

Through whatever training or natural ability that Zaren had acquired, he had felt that he could tell when there were Sith present. If not for their blatant presence being announced to the Galaxy, or simply because they acted oddly. Maybe that was one of the reasons why he didn't trust easily. Which is why he didn't trust this girl. "Look at me." He said, and he beckoned her over with his right hand, so that his left hand could remain free with his still ignited lightsaber. He didn't mean to turn it off with the approaching Sith presence behind him.

In the distance however he felt his Padawan approaching. He was skilled enough in combat, but he wasn't certain if he had a real weapon upon him. Maybe if he got to him in time he would find out. "If you knew Kormit, you would know that he was scheduled to return several days ago." He meant to bait out whatever was hiding close by, whether it be the girl or a concealed presence using the girl. He didn't care, it had to be done.

"What's your name?"

He felt as if things would reveal themselves soon...

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Archives
Enemies: [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] (come at me bro)
Allies: [member="Zaren Bouqi"] [member="Hatake Mutashi"]

Knight Korr burst from his quarters, clad in his personal combat armor. The flexible synthmesh and cortosis weave material would fair poorly against a slugthrower or a physical sword, but against energy weapons it would serve him well. Putting on the equipment had taken time and he cursed himself now for worrying about his own safety while others died out there. He should have just left without it, but the armor would likely save his life more than a few times.

Intelligence was scarce. Ryan felt the same darkness they all had when the sudden attack came. He felt them out there, amongst the Temple. Sith. Sith in yet another Jedi Temple. He grit his teeth. He would not let it fall. Not while he still had a breath in his lungs.

A voice crackled across the intercom, Knight Bishop. Ryan listened intently, brow furrowed in concentration. The archives? Blast. He launched into an all out sprint. The Force burned through him, a vibrant flowing river of light that cascaded through the whole of his being. Immersing himself in the waves of calm, he tried to release the mix of panic and anger he felt as he sprinted down the hall. The bodies of troopers and Jedi lay scattered about. Gritting his teeth, Ryan set his eyes on the Sith just before him, a woman. Other Jedi flooded in from the halls, summoned by Bishop's warning, and moved to engage the Sith.

Korr was about to attack, when he found himself staring down the barrel of a Republic trooper leveled rifle. He didn't think, he merely reacted, letting the will of the Force flow through him. He thumbed the switch of his lightsaber as he swung it up. The bar of sky blue snapped to life and seared through the barrel of the rifle just before the trooper pulled the trigger. Korr followed through with a brutal kick to the chest that sent the trooper slamming against the wall. A sharp, directed Force Push from Ryan's palm smashed the trooper's head into the wall and knocked him unconscious.

Stern grey eyes glanced about for the perpetrator of this act. He could feel a darkness at work in these troopers. His stormy gaze found the woman and he furrowed his brow.

Without bandying words, Ryan stretched out a hand and drew it back toward him in a yanking gesture as he sought to rip the woman off her feet with a basic, yet powerful Force Pull. At the same time, Ryan leapt forward and thrust, aiming to pierce her upper right thigh.

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: artifact room

"Yes, Master. Right away," he said and then ran off to the artifact room along with the ten troops that were assigned to him. He knew the temple very well and took the shortest route to the artifact room. So far, no battle or duels was happening as he headed towards his destination. Finally, after not stopping from their run he arrived to the entrance of the artifacts that contained everything that was ancient.

"Stand your ground! You seen any sith, you fire without hesitation. Understood," and they all nodded back. For now, they began putting themselves in defensive position to engage any hostiles that dare come to them.