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

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Archives!
Objective: Retaliate with extreme aggression and violence. (A.K.A Operation Brutality)
Primary Foe: [member="Boolon Murr"]
Music: Five nails through the neck - Cannibal Corpse

Vornskr snarled as he began to feel the calming effects of Boolon's invisible touch, slowly permeating his being in an attempt to painlessly and peacefully render the Sith Lord out of commission. However; as admirable as an attempt that would be to anyone else, the Sith Lord felt nothing but contempt and vile hatred for the Ithorian standing before him. His body tensed as he summoned forth the darkness to fight against the Jedi's attempts to subdue him. "Peace is a lie, there is only passion... and my passion shall sunder you." Vornskr did not lung out at the Jedi as he would with any other, but instead he decided to counterattack with an ability that was similar to Boolon's, but was also it's antithesis. With his free hand he made a fist as darkness began to pool into his armored gauntlet, before unleashing that pent-up darkness as a myriad of dark tendrils that sought to entrap Boolon in their entropic embrace.

They were now caught in a maelstrom of conflicting energies. The calm, white touch of Boolon intertwining with the violent, black grip of the Vornskr as they clashed with the Force rather than their weapons. One trying to peacefully subdue the other, and the other trying to forcefully rip the energies from him.

Time would tell who would emerge victorious.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Location: Hovering Over the City.
Objective: Destroy Things.
Enemies: Anyone Fighting Back.

"Inferno I see that the Archives are being raided by the Sith as we speak."
He rubbed his chin as the AI spoke to him.
"Fire at the Jedi Temple, cause distractions, BURN IT TO THE GROUND!!"
He roared, raising from his seat, waving his hands in front of him. He was grinning wide, and his eyes burned brighter. He focused on the darkness swirling inside him.
"Drop me nearby the Jedi Temple after you're done Beauty."
A ping sounded as the cannons began to bombard the Jedi Temple.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
He shrieked in laughter, afterwards he dropped down from the ship from a safe distance from the temple and made his way there. Caring two weapons, his saber and a sword capable of chilling anything it touched.
"JEDI!!!! COME MEET YOUR DOOM!!!"
He boasted, and challenged anyone nearby to hear him.

 

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Success, if only for the moment.

Adrenaline drove the Knight now. Graxin forced himself back up to his feet without the least bit of grace. His hood fell back behind his head, and his cloak hung disheveled over the silver durasteel underneath. His instinct was to draw the twin lightsabers from his hip and charge, but experience kept him from doing so.

The powerful invisible fingers wrapped around his throat. They pulled and strangled; crushed and closed his windpipe. His mouth opened to draw air, but the effort only succeeded in causing him further discomfort. Graxin wasn't so helpless as he had been against the lightning however.

Wordlessly, for he could not speak under such circumstances, Graxin sent another wall of telekinetic energy toward [member="Daella Apparine"]. This was much weaker than the first, and only designed to break the hold she held over him. With luck, the effort would succeed.

 

[Soeht]

Once again, Daella was struck by a telekinetic push of [member="Graxin Rade"]’s. This time though, she simply stumbled back. She took just a couple paces to regain her balance. The telekinetic grip on Graxin faded away in that moment as Daella lost concentration on the Force Choke.

Upon recovering her stance, Daella took a moment to examine Graxin. She did not attempt another attack - thus giving the man the time to regain his footing and drawing his weapons.

Only when and if Graxin did this, Daella simply lifted both hands up. She did not have a weapon in either. She turned her palms toward herself and opened and closed her hands twice - an attempt to taunt Grexin in charging forward.

 

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Graxin stared in naked surprise for the moment. he had expected to remain on the defensive; only to buy time for the Masters to arrive. This was something different from the Sith he had grown up serving, something different.

The leather bound hilt of his primary blade jumped to his hand, followed by the weapon bound in silver. The former produced a stark orange blade, while the latter pointed outward in a warm, almost welcoming shade of cyan. He set one foot behind him, and tilted the two weapons forward. It was the beginning form of Niman.

He did not charge, but he did crack a thin smile. Finally, he spoke. "No lightsaber? No brutal charges? You're different from Krag's Sith." He took two steps forward, though no sign of true aggression came from his movements. "That's refreshing."

[member="Daella Apparine"]

 

[Soeht]

The orange and blue blades of [member="Graxin Rade"]’s lightsabers pierced the dark mist that [member="Darth Hauntruss"] had created earlier- which was beginning to fade. Immediately, Daella casually adjusted her footing as Graxin settled into his chosen stance.

As Graxin approached, Daella silently listened to him speak. She remained in place and continued to wait for if Graxin would take the charge forward - at least for now.

 

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Graxin didn't so much charge as he did march. He approached slowly, shoulders tense, weapons tilted to defend against any form of attack she may throw at him. He grew to hold only a few feet between them, and spoke once more. "You'll have to forgive me if I don't know your name, or your titles. I'm still growing used to everything that has happened away from the Outer Rim."

The lightsabers tilted toward [member="Daella Apparine"]. They were as ready to strike out as they were to repel a strike of most kinds. Graxin drew in a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. "I'll ask you to surrender, though I highly doubt you see that as an option, nor would you if you saw it was. If you want to continue, I will defend myself and my allies."

Graxin waited five seconds. If she complied--doubtful that she would-- he would leave her be. More likely, she would strike out, and he would defend himself.

 

[Allyson Locke]

The knee an obvious target and Zaren's attack was easily readable despite his quickness. The force influenced Sciath's movements as he twisted the blade that was in his hand so that the emitter was facing downward. As the Jedi moved for the strike, a crimson blade ignited fending off the other saber. With a push of the deflecting saber, the Sith Knight attempted to push Zaren off balance hoping to set up his attack. Sciath's second blade bore another red blade, but instead of defending it moved to slash diagonally across the shoulder of [member="Zaren Bouqi"].

 

[Soeht]

Slowly, Daella lowered her arms as [member="Graxin Rade"] approached. He stood at least half a foot taller than Daella and had considerably more muscle mass - naturally due to the difference in gender. Daella’s eyes slowly dimmed and returned to a cool blue.

“If I surrender?” she asked with a firm voice.

 

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Surprise was plain on Graxin's face. He had never been good at hiding his emotions; in his expression and in the force around him. His guard did not drop, but he did ease. Only a tad.

"We can discuss what you want. Perhaps we could organize a trade, instead of slaughtering each other. This attack helps nothing. Your people die, my people die, war rages on." His voice was sincere, though it could be mistaken for naivety. "I served the Graug when I was a child. Blood calls for blood and weakens all. It helps nothing. There are bigger threats than each other that we should be worried about."

[member="Daella Apparine"]

 

[Zion Krayt]

When his lightsaber had been given additional pressure, the Jedi Knight did his best to pull it back to him while bringing his other arm over and in front of him to deflect the lightsaber with his arm. It moved along his forearm, but that stopped when he threw himself backwards into a roll and only got up to a meter away before stopping and his quick long steps brought him to [member="Sciath"]'s front again as his off-hand found the small of his back and unclipped another lightsaber hilt and ignited it, just as his first one was performing a horizontal slash at the throat of the Sith.

 

[Soeht]

Immediately, Daella decided to attempt to take advantage of the opportunity [member="Graxin Rade"] presented. Her eyes glanced at Darth Krayt’s holocron - sitting in a stasis. It was fairly obvious that the holocron was of Sith design - absolutely useless to the Jedi. While Daella had infiltrated the Jedi, she did voice the opinion of wondering why the Jedi of this chaotic era ever kept such Sith artifacts rather than simply destroy them as the First Republic Jedi normally did.

Lifting her left hand to point at Darth Krayt’s holocrons, Daella told him, “If I take that holocron, which is dangerous for you Jedi to even have in this temple, I will have every Sith on this planet leave with me.”

 

[Kian Karr]

[member="Sciath"], [member="Zaren Bouqi"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

Ki'an made his way down through the corridors of the Jedi Temple, enroute to the Archives. Rounding the bend, Ki'an came across several Sith Troopers standing guard. He had been moving so swiftly that he nearly ran directly into the soldiers. As they brought their blasters around to fire, Ki'an struck, his blade slashing in a powerful two-handed slash that caught the first Sith soldier and cut clean through into the one standing beside him. Ki'an finished the final soldier with a jab forward, cutting into the man's chest through the weak point in his armor just below his arm.

Ki'an felt a twinge of pain in his knee, it wasn't bad, but it would slow him somewhat. Before Ki'an continued forward his bent down and picked up the blaster pistol on the hip of one of the Sith soldiers and tucked the blaster at his hip. Running forward once again, Ki'an quickly came to the Archives. What he saw inside amazed him. There were multiple Jedi and Sith fighting. Ki'an wasn't sure what the Sith were after, but it seemed clear it was here in the Archives.

He wasn't sure where to go, where he would be the most help. Ki'an closed his eyes and considered the options and then simply made a choice. Pulling the blaster off his hip, Ki'an took aim at one of the Sith warriors ([member="Sciath"]) and, waiting for the right opening in the fight, opened fired. The blaster was set to stun, which was good. He wanted to make the bolts harder to deflect. Ki'an fired three shots, the first toward the Sith's head, the second at his chest and the third at his legs. He was careful to fire at an angle that would keep the blasts hopefully out of the way of [member="Zaren Bouqi"] and he stretched into the force, touching Zaren's mind to alert him to his presence before he fired.

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Graxin nodded solemnly. He couldn't just say yes, and truthfully, a decision he made would likely be frowned upon by any other Jedi of his rank or higher. He was still viewed by many as Darth Vulcanus's former slave, and his involvement in the glassing of Telos had started to whisper through the halls. Many thought him to be the same man.

"Tell me what's on it. Tell me you won't use it to harm anyone, and I'll consider it...and, if you're manipulating me, then I feel sorry for you. Only the lowliest of souls would strike me down for trying to help them."

[member="Daella Apparine"]

 

[Soeht]

What was on Darth Krayt’s holocron was likely details on his exploits in the galaxy, the creation of the One Sith, the foundation of his power, and more. To anyone that had some knowledge of Darth Krayt, it was reasonable to assume that nothing on it could be considered benign by a Jedi.

Yet as [member="Graxin Rade"]’s words suggested that he did not know much of the holocron’s contents, Daella continued her game by telling him, “Coruscant is suffering from a rakghoul outbreak. While the brutes I travel with merely want the holocron’s power, I require it in order to save the billions that could die from it.”

 

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Graxin considered this for a long moment. His gaze traveled back to [member="Daella Apparine"], and settled there. The twin blades hummed; soothing, if not for what they would do to someone when used. The weapons both died simultaneously, though they remained in his hands. Graxin took a deep breath

"You hold seniority over the Sith then? Call off your allies in the archives then. Mine will cease attacking...You understand I can't just hand it over without proof."

[member="Daella Apparine"]

 

[Soeht]

"I know you do not have the authority to ensure such a call," Daella told [member="Graxin Rade"]. She used his admission of not knowing Daella as a justification for saying such a thing - as it was easy to assume that those in a position of authority would know of Daella and what she looked like.

Continuing, Daella then told Graxin, "And neither do I. Yet as soon as our objective is complete, they will obey my command to leave. Without that holocron, the fighting will continue regardless of what I say."

 

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"It isn't authority for me, it's trust. We're defenders, not warriors. You would have to look to the Silver Jedi for something like that."

Regardless, Graxin back away slowly. He turned partway--enough to view Daella, and walked toward the holocron. He gave it a long once over. It was indeed of Sith make, which meant it was quite unlikely it held the secrets to any kind of cure. Graxin knew first hand that Sith throughout history destroyed, they did not build.

"I have a...compromise, my nameless friend. If that's truly the purpose you want of the holocron, then you can have it. However, I, and two other Jedi of my choosing will accompany you to Coruscant, and make sure that it is used properly."

[member="Daella Apparine"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Tsolan listened to her words, finding a sort of disappointment in them. Jedi were supposed to be the defenders of peace. It had been the reason he had joined them. Now, it was among the reasons he had left them. This babbling was useless, it was time for action and as [member="Sarianna Misarr"] struck out again, the sith lord's blades twirled in response, moving his wrists, hands, and arms to deflect the attacks. As a master of MaKashi, he would be a very difficuLt opponent to disarm, deadly against those who adhered to the disarming techniques started by first form.

Despite his own skill, Tsolan had to admit that the jedi's use of battle mind was quite troublesome, allowing her attacks to snap at him faster than others might be able to. Compensation for lack of superior experience. React by changing conditions. Tsolan had never been taught battlemind, he was simply an instinctive fighter, knowledge and skills brought on by Zarro's sometimes harsh training, conditioning under Daella Apparine, and hardening months on the streets of Nar Shadaa's lower levels. For him, combat and strategy were instinct and rising threats were puzzles to be solved. Deciding on how to handle a specialist of close combat, the sith moved on to his greatest ally. The force. Wit a quick leap, Tsolan placed himself several meters from his opponent before lifting his hand towards her. As a jedi this skill had served him well, as a sith it would do just as good. "Dance." Within a second of the word, five daggers flew out from behind him, racing for the jedi's legs. If she wanted to advance any more, he'd give her a hell of a time in doing it.

 

[Soeht]

“Then come,” immediately replied Daella, “Choose your escorts now before more die.”

Even then, Daella maintained an athletic stance - ready to move if confronted by another Jedi or even [member="Graxin Rade"] himself. She still remained in the place that she had been standing at before the conversation began.