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

[Jora Vao]

Opponent: [member=Malphas]

The Sith-Pureblood leaned backwards, opposite to the slash of Jora's blade. He rolled back, out of harms way. The blow of the push only sent him further across the room. Jora took advantage of the distance between the two. He quickly deactivated his blade. His left hand raised to the temple of his skull, fingers outstretched. His right hand clenched around the hilt and held outwards. He focused on a visual imagination of himself. Something began to form beside Jora. At first it was only a blur of dulled colours until it was fully realised into the perfect illusion of himself. The illusion was visually indistinguishable from himself. Jora could perceive all of the dopplegänger's senses, and to those interacting with it, the dopplegänger seemed real.

As the Sith threw forward his hand, unleashing a counter-force push. Jora, both of him, were struck. The duo were sent sliding back on the soft soles of their boots. Jora maintained a strong posture that the doppleganger mimicked. The illusion did everything as Jora did. It was nothing more than a trick to confuse the unacquainted. Unlike the Sith, Jora did not utilise the force to amplify his strength or speed. Rather, as a Sentinel, he threw in an equal amount of physical-orientated attacks as he did force abilities. The diagonal slash came at Jora, but this time, the other doppleganger moved on it's own. Separate to Jora's own movements. It stepped aside, attempting a flank whilst Jora quickly deflected the blow with his newly activated blade. He didn't initiate a second strike, focusing only on defending himself as he concentrated on his doppleganger.

Jora kept his guard up, stepping back. His mind was working hard to focus on two different happenings. He worked to make his doppleganger raise it's hand, telekinetically throwing stone shrapnel at the Sith as though the doppleganger had thrown it himself. A mere ruse, but one that could prove vital in confusing the enemy. Jora returned his focus to that before him, allowing the doppleganger to stand where he stood in a mock defensive stance. Jora only hoped his opponent was now as equally confused as any spectators would be. The utilisation of the doppleganger force ability was a rare one, but not unheard of. And to the unacquainted, it would be as confusing as it was dangerous.

 

[Hawke]

Location: Hallway Outside Archives.
Allies: [member="Zaren Bouqi"]
Enemies: [member="Daella Apparine"] [member="Seras Goto"]

Hawke's own ability to sense sides of the force was, well, quite useless. She could feel others presences well enough. Her own true talent was hiding her own signature. A natural talent aiding her shyness to The Force. She never wanted to be found out, and in her years around fully trained Sith none ever noticed her ability to use this power. Since she lacked training of course; she was mostly useless otherwise. Maybe a light Force Push or tossing around a small object was within reason. Enough of zee background!

When Daella ran out from around the corner she was nearly filled with lead and laser. She was lucky Hawke recognized those robes and ordered the troops to hold fire. Swiss cheesing an ally didn't look good if others found out. That goes on your service record and generally a court-martial. Well all good knowing she wasn't a Sith here to cut her up; Hawke lowered her guns.

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

"I'm afraid I haven't the slightest who he is. Questions latter though, the Sith are coming. And I could use the..."

Hawke was interrupted as Zaren made his appearance behind her. And demandingly ordered the Padawan to remove her hood. She did so. Revealing her blonde hair and blue eyes, pale skin and a sharp chin. All this was time wasting though. She could still hear them coming, echo's playing tricks on the exact distance. "Commander we've no time for twenty questions". Hawke edged around the corner of the T intersection. "The Sith are... HERE!!! Look out"! Hawke reached out to grasp Daella's robes and yank her in as a hail of blaster fire came down towards her. In hopes the distracted Padawan would be saved from her end. Not that they knew who she was when there were plenty of Jedi around in robes.

 

[Alan]

[member="Hion the Herglic"] had made a lot of estimations about Tracyn. But this was the man who had thrown Basilisk war droids out of the sky once. Hion was slow, still. It took a long time to conjure up that much energy, and especially after doing it just recently. Tracyn couldn't move out of the way, sure. He couldn't dodge it up, down, left or right. However, there was one place to go during a bomb blast. Up, up, and away. By no means did he escape the shockwave, but he wasn't killed by it, or severely injured. The fact that he was very far away, also helped. He had backed up from Hion, and was on the defensive. He didn't need to move back far, just farther.


He felt his body be launched as he flipped high, and very high, into the air. A normal human had a reaction time of less than a millisecond- Tracyn had used what he learned from Raiden Nar, and @Carn Dista to learn about premonition. And this, was why. He felt his body go upwards, and the world behind him explode. Trees exploded, dirt was showered all around him. Tracyn landed, on his palms. Crushgaunts dug into the soil, as his body went for the dirt in a roll. He had to get used to the lack of Beskar, especially when he hit the ground from the force aided leap and the man stood. He was still within visual range of Hion, though Hion was nearly half a kilometer away now.


Tracyn smiled, and spit the blood out of his mouth. He placed two fingers to his neck, and pointed to Hion. Hion did not understand, that Tracyn was a Knight by choice. He had more experience in combat than most in the Jedi order, and had been a Jedi and in combat for most of his life. He might have been more experienced than Masters anyway, in the art of war, combat, and general life experience. He stared at Hion from his position, and smiled. He had time to recover now. And so he sat, on the ground, waiting.


"I was trained by the best Hion. You rely too much on brute strength."

 

[Darth Veles]

While most of the Sith forces moved towards the Temple, Veles remained on the tree branch, crouched and looking at the battle. The decision of storming the Temple was a foolish one in his opinion; the building was well defended so anyone who managed to get inside met strong resistance. The Sith should have softened the Jedi by raining blaster fire and rockets at the Temple for a few minutes, preferably using the ships as a support. His favorite student disappeared in the Temple a while ago, meeting Force knows what fate. Luckily, Veles had not felt her die, which gave him hope of seeing Lady Banshee again. She saw him as a father figure for some reason and although Veles never looked at her as his daughter or anything like that, he did not want her to die. He had already lost two apprentices to the Jedi hydras; he won't lose another one. Due to the brash Sith charge at the Temple, none of the defenders needed to move to his position. It was time to go.

Closing his eyes, he deeply inhaled the scent of battle and focused on the Force. The place was filled with the Light Side of the Force with only a small streak of Darkness that slowly grew stronger as the battle continued. Thankfully, Veles was a very open-minded Sith; he believed in controlling both Light and Dark Side, and had learned to feast on both of them. The Light Side still felt fairly alien as he drained its energy into his body and definitely was not so powerful as its counterpart, but Veles could manage.

It was then that he felt something strange, ripples in the Force and the Dark Side growing more powerful as several beings died. His head looked in the direction of the disturbance. Despite not seeing much due to the thick vegetation, the deaths could be felt closer and closer to his position. That could mean only one thing, a Jedi beast was coming to receive the Dark Lord's regards. On the other hand, it meant whoever wanted him dead must have tracked him down somehow... despite his abilities. Perhaps the enemy possessed some sort of thermal vision? Switching the vision in his cybernetic to just that, he zoomed in and searched the forest, noting the bodies that started to rapidly lose their heat. It did not take long and he could see the creature, feel it in the Force as well. Just under him. His prey wished to become a hunter. The time has come to see who was the better assassin.

Veles took one step into nothing and fell down, his lightsabers pointed down as well and seeking to impale [member="Marakai Al'Orren"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra and Resistance soon got the door open and a smile that grew wide over her mouth showed as she moved her saber in a slow circle and activating it, looking back at [member="Darth Tsolan"] and watching him fight the Jedi [member="Sarianna Misarr"] and how they bantered about the Jedi, her eyes then were drawn to the mask that was being worn by Tsolan as she stared, a fox. "No..." She walked over inbetween their battle once there was a pause with a saber aimed at Tsolan and her second at Misarr, though her question and eyes focused on him. "Vulpesen?" She did keep a careful eye on the Jedi though, incase this one was a bit too zealous.

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Location: Jungles of Ossus
Objective: Hunt @Kiyron
Enemies: @Kiyron

Nox and Cerebrus’s flat ebony heads suddenly gave a perk. Instantly, they began to bare teeth and a low growl began to emit from the depths of their throats.

“What have you found, ma petite?” Would come Cyrena’s throaty purr. Tri-colored grey and white eyes would lift up to the canopy.

“What delicacy do you smell?” came her accented and cultured purr. Spreading her senses out through the Force, the Countess of Bathory gave a small cluck of her tongue, encouraging the Vornskrs to move forward.

“Hunt my beauties…tell me what you see.”

The sinewy muscles of both predators went darting forward like black shadows. Bright red crimson eyes glowing as if hailing from the depths of the Nine Hells. They would zoom in on their objective, leading the entourage flanking Cyrena closer to where their objective lay.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Location: Near the Library? Somewhere in there.
Objective: Notice [member="Ryan Korr"] --- FEEL THE GODDESS. Nah, just fight.
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"]
Allies: [member="Daella Apparine"] @... i’m so sorry but i forgot how to spell your name >.>


Nephthys’ concentration would be broken just as she felt her feet slide from under her. In the next moment, tendrils of the Force had savagely sent her towards a new enemy. Strands of hair as black as ebony would flutter round her delicate face as bright crimson eyes would lock upon the ginger haired maleling aiming to strike her through.

The mute would be quick to palm her extended saber in the shell of her hand, and the next instant the strike that had attempted to pierce her vong crab armor would be met with a violet blade of her own.

Sparks would fall over them as she found her balance anew, feet bracing as the diminutive Vahla summoned the force to enhance her strength. Power ran through sinew, vein, and bone, giving her the ability to stand her ground.

Words would come to mind. Images as her body would strain against his for what appeared long moments. Within the depths of the Vahla, her ties to her Miraluka heritage would be able to sense a churning storm within the Jedi she faced.

Familiar. A call.

What was it?

She had no time to consider what this meant, instead the woman would use her newfound enhanced strength to shove the Jedi back with all her might, attempting to get him to lose his balance and allow her to follow pursuit.

 

[Arturious Engel]

(( I know seems kind to random but being 3 pages behind does not help.))


Location: Somewhere outside the archives/library (I think )
Objective: Loot and plunder the riches or fight which ever
Allies: [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Malphas"] [member="Daella Apparine"] [member="Seras Goto"]
Enemies: who ever is nearby I think [member="Jora Vao"] [member="Hawke Katamirth"] [member="Zaren Bouqi"] [member="Ryan Korr"]

Arturious calmly stalked letting the others square off against whomever they would. Since it seemed he was going unnoticed Arturious just kept pushing forth through the hallways and corridors looking for the prize. His lightsaber remain ignited but after the initial wave of Jedi he flipped it letting the blade snake out past the back of his arm.


"Now where is that pesky little archive at." "Somebody should really put up a road map or something."

Arturious smirked at his own little quip glancing briefly at [member="Malphas"] fighting some random jedi and [member="Darth Nephthys"] apparently toying with another before pushing further into the bowels of hideous architecture.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Allies: the one sith, and I may need help
Enemy: [member="Anarya Drast"] [member="Lupe Baracka"] [member="Willa Isard"]
location: main hall heading towards the rear entry.

As Darth Banshee pushed the Jedi against the wall, she was struck by some thing. It hurt it hurt a lot, she fell back into the other room. She gritted her teeth, as she tried to pull her self up. She could feel some swelling in her leg, she figured it was probably just badly bruised. Well she hoped that was it.

As she got her self up, she heard one the Jedi shout in almost rage, at her COME AND FIGHT A KNIGHT DAMMIT. This was almost prove the light side was no more, even the Jedi where turning towards anger. She focused the pain her leg, and then focused on the enemy in the main hall. She took a deep breath, which as she did. Removed her mask, revealing her face. Then showed the Jedi how sith shouted ARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, this shout was no normal shout, their was reason she took the name Darth BANSHEE and it was not for her looks. This was force bellows, the power the force projected through her voice.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

LOCATION: Main Entrance
Enemy: [member="Tracyn Seren"]

Merciless black eyes full of glee watched as the bellow took Tracyn and hurled him off into the distance, over half a kilometer away. The bellow drew to a close and was replaced by a grim chuckle. Amidst the tropical, jungle fauna, Orcus could barely make out the figure of Tracyn, who had apparently decided to sit down after falling such a distance.

A blast of air escaped Orcus' blowhole in a snort of wry amusement. One Jedi did not the battle make.

Tracyn's words, unless he was shouting, never reached the half-a-kilometer distance Herglic, who promptly turned his back on the human and strode deeper into the Temple.

A Gand Jedi emerged from a hallway leading to the main entrance, flanked by two Temple Guard soldiers. Tracyn's 'patience' cost the Republic three more lives, for while he was sitting off in the distance, taunting Orcus, the orbalisk-encased Herglic charged the enemies, full-tilt. The Gand Jedi found his lightsaber struck uselessly against the chitinous shells armoring Orcus. In the moment of the Jedi's shock, Orcus launched a brutal overhead slash that slammed into the Gand's parry with the strength of forty humans and drove straight through the block. The crimson blade of the greatsaber cut the Jedi in twain from skull to groin. The two halves fell apart with dull thumps.

The Temple Guards wasted no time, opening fire on the monster. Their bolts found a chunk of the Herglic's face, searing a line across his cheek, but then he was upon them. He lashed out with a backhand that broke one soldier's neck and sent him flying across the room, while the other perished beneath a stroke of his blade.

Deep, booming laughter reverberated from the Sith Lord as he waded deeper into the Temple.

 

[Lupe Baracka]

Lupe had heard force shout before. It happened after he sliced that Wookie boy's wrist. He saw the effects it had from a padawan in a dark moment.... He was about to hear the wrath of it from a Knight, on the dark side... Lupe fell to the turf and cried. He literally tried to extract his ears; he pulled them hard with his hands. It was ridiculous, but he was tough. He stood back up after the ringing was minimal. He wiped his tears, he used the force to pick up his dropped weapon. He reassumed his position with an embracive frown.

He beckoned the Sith slowly, the ring in his ear was like a pulse to his anger. He said it in a deep, but confrontational cadence and tone.

"Sing me scale".

[member="Darth Banshee"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen's blade snapped into a neutral position as [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] entered between them, causing the sith's eyes to fall on when white master while his attention split itself on the two women. "So, you've finally figured it out my old friend." His usual playful tone was one, replaced by the calculating and calm words of this new creation. "And by the way, don't you have a job to do while I handle this reckless pup?"

Sarianna Misarr

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

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

Soresu wielders did not lose their balance easily, neither did those of Djem So. Ataru on the other hand was a different story. Less about maintaining balance and more about recovery and transitions. So when Ryan found his thrust parried and then shunted back he flowed with the attack like a reed, turning a backward stumble into a backflip that brought him away from the woman. He landed lightly, despite the heavy skirt of synthmesh weighing upon his hips.

Taking a defensive stance, he quickly reassessed the woman before him who would seem petite and benign, save for those glowing, crimson eyes and the familiar spiky, grey armor. Vonduun crab armor, he recalled. He'd seen Darth Shara wear it into battle. The organic armor was resistant to blaster bolts and lightsabers alike. I'll have to strike where she's undefended. Hands. Hilt. Face?

She was short. Very short. Almost childlike in a way. Would he really kill her? If it comes to it.

Immersing himself in the serene flow of the Force, Ryan tried to expel his fears and focus on the here and now.

He moved into the attack, taking three swifts steps forward and bringing his lightsaber down in a double-handed grip toward her neck. Expecting her blade to sweep up to a high guard in order to parry the blow, Ryan launched a low front-kick with a snap of his right leg, aiming to take her directly in the kneecap. Crab armor or no crab armor, joints were simply not meant to bend in certain directions, particularly backward.

 

[Sarianna]

[member="Darth Tsolan"]

Sarianna kept moving, matching the blade work of the sith now as he continued to speak. Then he was backing away and she twirled the blade for a moment bringing it into place as her hand went in front of her face. "Jedi are human child and like all human's they are flawed, they will fall and stumble. The order will go through dark times but as with everything they can be great if they wish to be. They merely need the light to show them the way." She kept moving letting her staff glide around her as a blade deactivate. Holding the staff like a long handled saber again she focused letting the blade point towards the boy. "And I will fight for them, same way I will fight for the light. Not because it is easy, not because it is always going to be right but because the galaxy needs jedi to combat the destructive and selfish nature of the darkside."

 

[Soeht]

As [member="Zaren Bouqi"] continued his interrogation, Daella became more fidgety. When he asked for Daella’s name, she simply began to stutter as if trying to form a word.

Then, Sith soldiers began to shoot down that hall at Daella and [member="Hawke Katamirth"]. The officer grabbed Daella and yanked her into the Archives.

“Eh!?” exclaimed Daella as she was pulled off balance.

Tumbling into the Archives, Daella slammed against a wall just on the inside of the door. She yelped in pain and slid down to have her knees just touch the floor. She sniffed once as she looked away from Zaren.

“I-I-I know he should be here,” Daella replied, “B-but I c-can’t find him. I-I’m his Padawn. D-D-D…”

Just before continuing, Daella paused. She turned her head toward Zaren as she still remained on her knees. Her eyes remained to the floor. Her ragged hair still covered most of her face. Her fake Padawan braid hung just to the side of her head.

“I’m D-Diana,” she said, finally answering his question with a lie, “V-Vu Noi.”

“W-what's your name?” asked Daella.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Darth Tsolan"] [member="Sarianna Misarr"]

"Hey Jedi, kick this sith's ass for me, i got records to steal and artifacts to pillage. Please and thank you." She turned and started towards the open door of the temple whistling the light tune that nearly accompanied her where ever she went, a smile on her face as she entered the temple and continued the whistle. No doubt the Archives would be full of fighting so instead of charging on in she took the flights upwards. She wanted to get on the upper levels of the library and watch from the shadows for the right moment to come out and take what it is she came for.

 

[Zion Krayt]

When [member="Daella Apparine"] was pulled into the Archives, the Jedi Knight stepped through the threshold just as the blaster bolts hit the place where he had been standing. Then the Republic soldiers in the hallway would presumably begin to fire at the Sith who had come. Nothing better than being interrupted.

The Jedi Knight tilted his head to a side when she had said her name. The black helmet of course moving to follow his motions. He didn't reply at first, but he thought back to events not that long ago. A supposed Jedi Master had killed themselves, one by the name of Diana Moridena if he remembered correctly, he knew it had been from suicide, but why, he was uncertain. It just occurred to him that they had the same names.

"If I remember correctly, Diana Moridena was one of the Jedi stationed here. Did you know her?" He asked softly. He wanted her to look into his eyes, just with that name he hoped it was a trigger for... Something. Anything. "Look me in the eyes." This time it was a command. More mechanical due to his suit than human. Coldly said, there was no room for argument the voice would hopefully translate to.

"Master Kormit is not here, so prepare yourself. The Sith are inside." And with that, the purple lightsaber that had been on turned off as he turned back to the door. The reason for this was he was waiting for someone, an enemy, to come past the door before he stuck out, and take them unaware. If it played out well, it would work. Meanwhile, he made sure to concentrate on Diana Vu Noi.

"Guard the door with me."

[member="Hawke Katamirth"]

 

[Kiyron]

Location: Jungles of Ossus
Enemy: [member="Countess of Báthory"]
Objective: Write a good story and not die

Kiyron bit back more curses as he saw the entourage change direction to head his way, led by those Vornskrs They were nuisances for sure. Too close and too many for the sniper rifle. Too big for the PDW. It'd have to be the Ambassador revolver, which was unfortunate. There'd be no stealth after those shots, and they'd have to be very close to take down a vornskr. Bottom of his tree close. There wasn't much choice though. He noiselessly slid it from his holster and deactivated the safety, settling down to wait for them to arrive at his tree.

Tension sang through his nerves, and the butterflies came back again, fluttering a mad, drunken dance inside his gut. He hated this part. Waiting. He preferred sniping because of this. Usually while waiting, he was pretty far out of their enemy range. Now, it was reversed and he was in their range but they weren't yet in his.

 

[Hawke]

[member="Daella Apparine"] [member="Zaren Bouqi"]

A close shave for the new girl. Hawke pulled her to safety in the nick of time. The soldiers returned fire but were quickly forced back around the corner and into the archives. The situation didn't look good at all. They were inside, so how did the rest of the temple compound fair she wondered. Something she didn't want to, but the negatives always stand out. "Grenade now"! Hawke crouched down on the opposite wall from Diana and one of her men threw a grenade around the corner. Some screams of Sith troopers rang loud as they were put out of commission permanently. That bought them time for the moment at least.

 

[Soeht]

The moment [member="Zaren Bouqi"] mentioned Diana Moridena, Daella remained still for a second. Her pupils dilated at that moment - even if it was hard to see through her hair. She then shifted her eyes to Zaren. Tears remained just at the edge of her eyes - building up just at the surface. At that moment, she reverted her gaze back to the floor and covered her scarred cheek with a hand.

“I-I have heard of her,” answered Daella.

Then as Zaren informed Daella that Master Kormit was not present and to prepare for the Sith attack, she sighed, “O-okay…”

As Zaren turned to the door, Daella looked over to [member="Hawke Katamirth"].

“T-thank… you,” she whispered, just barely enough for Hawke to have been able to hear.

After saying that, Daella slowly got up. She continued to keep a hand over the scar on her face and avoided eye contact - despite as hard as it was to see through her bangs. Once she got back on her feet, Daella stood in place and did not act further for the moment.