Long Overdue (Jedi Skirmishing Sith Empire's Ossus Library!)

[Er'in Tenel]

Location: The Hall of Knowledge
Equipment: Black Lotus (Lightsaber), Erin's Robes, Sith Amulet, Shadowclasp
Engaging: N/A (yet!)
Near: [member="Jerek Zenduu"] [member="Micah"]

Er'in was still irritated they had not permitted her into the inner chamber. Oaths to the Brotherhood, indeed! Besides, it was a _Sisterhood_ of the Sith in her books. Kaalia might have been right about this Valkyrie thing, even if... the battlefield part seemed a touch alien to the sorceress.

So in her mildly peeved huff she utterly failed to notice the warnings the Dark Side screamed into her mind - at least conciously, although anyone watching her would have noticed her calmly take off her glasses and set them aside, then shift position from her catlike lounge in one of the reading chairs to the first of the duellists ready positions for seated lunge in Makashi, her free hand dropping to rest on her lightsaber. Concious or not, Er'in was very in tune with the Force in that regard.

She blinked at the sudden sense of tension as the wards of the library lit up in response to the burst of lightside energy outside, glancing up from the copy of Darth Lumia's text on lightwhip techniques - the copy - to scan the surrounding area.

That was a Jedi Padawan standing in front of the seated Cathar acolyte who had - until now, been quietly studying, she was not in fact, going any more insane.

From off to her left, she caught a glimpse of her reflection - only not, an older her, a myriad of fine tattoos covering her skin, one half dripping blood - and her breath caught, this had been... happening a bit of late.

"You know, darling." Her reflection said to her. "You probably want to put the book down and start moving right about now. But you know, you never listen to anyone, let alone yourself. So I expect you'll ignore me."

Er'in did not in fact ignore her own advice, even as she filed away yet another bizarre encounter with herself as a sure sign the Dark Side was taking her mind and instead carefully folded the book closed and rose to her feet, ignoring for the moment the on-going confrontation so she could walk over to the Sorceror Acolyte who was her assigned guard.

"Be a dear and sound the alarm, would you? I imagine it won't respond to me just yet."

The Sorceror stared at her blankly, then glanced around the room and drew the correct conclusion, reaching down to their commlink to key an alert to the security force.

"Intruders in the library!"

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[Coren Starchaser]

Location: Outside the Library
Allies: Jedi Strike Team
Enemies: Sith and compadres
Objective: Remove Romi Jade as a combatant

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l9PxOanFjxQ​

The Jedi Master had many concerns on this planet. And only part of it was the advertised strike on the Sith. Making it known to the displaced of the galaxy that there was still hope in this galaxy. A bit of it was much more selfish. He knew Romi Jade was missing. She had fallen off the grid on Mon Calamari, and during that event? There was only so much he could have done. From getting the family of Nemo Ven off world, to dealing with the monstrosities that just had [member="Taeli Raaf"] all over them, he had to make the calls. Protecting those he could outweighed making a ballsy and possibly foolish call. Discussions with his trusted lieutenant, [member="Cambria Zadira"] had confirmed he was in the right.

But here? He was here to run into the knowledge that the Sith had about her affliction, and if possible, finding the architect behind this all. If he could cut the head of the serpent off, in Taeli or whoever she was learning from, he could prevent these atrocities from continuing. There were many things Coren could accomplish with that data. Learning how to remove it from the galaxy, and arming the collective Jedi Orders with the knowledge? It could turn the tide.

One thing he was hoping for, but knew would be a shot in the dark, was to actually have Romi on this world. As the planet was shaking around him, that was when he felt her. [member="Romi Jade"] on this world, and he reached out to the meld they shared, that partnership, however twisted it was now. He turned to her.

“Romi… what … happened to you?” His eyes found hers, and he was reaching into the meld, immediately working, as natural as breathing for him, to push the light into it. Finding the darkness, the suffering, and pushing in calming feelings, and compassion, love, the emotions she invoked in him. And working to shield the meld from the shock.

“You’re here… Turn away from this place, you know what they’re capable of!”

Ever the soldier.

 

[Romi Jade]

Ossus Sith Library​

Exterior​

Allies: TSE​

Enemies: Jedi​

Objective: Coren...​

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Her chest rose slowly, and her throat retracted a bit as if she were to vomit; there was nothing. Soon she was digging her knuckles into her skull to cull the episodes she was experiencing over and over again; those visions and dreams she'd been forced to bare witness to left her scarred, mentally. She was having trouble realizing reality....

Ughhh

Somehow...Coren's voice crept inside her mind

“Romi… what … happened to you?”

A bit delirious...she followed his voice to the core and was shocked when she had no answer. "I..I..I don-....I don't know" Feeling as if she were losing her mind, she fell into a crouch. Lacing her fingers around her lower face like a web she tried to find an answer. "I only remember fire...and then there was blood...and then there was you..." she sounded frantic, backing that feeling up with a large gasp towards the end.

“You’re here… Turn away from this place, you know what they’re capable of!”

She ceased her whimpering...and slowly rose to her feet. "I told you!" She screamed, "I knew what was going to happen...I tried to warn you!" The now feral expression on her face matched her aggressive pacing. She was referencing the events from Before the Storm. Then came the pain...and the voices.

Mhnmmmm

She cradles her head, before looking up at Coren with moisture building in her eyes, "Coren, I'm losing myself here...Help me....I can-"
With a single tear, her mouth parted for words...but when she sought to to look upon Coren again...she saw her former master [member="Veiere Arenais"] and the fire....she was reliving the dream from Mon Cala....

No...

"No!" She opened her mouth, and a unbearable high pitch force erupted from her being in only a few seconds. Like a detonation, it expanded but fueled by rage. For a long time...Romi had been using a large chunk of her own energy to suppress the effects of the poison, and in doing so had been unable to utilize her abilities to their maximum degree...but now...with no chains her banshee like wail would be realized.

SKREEEEEEEEEEEE!

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Ossus, En-route to The Hall of Knowledge.​

Objective: Locate and secure existing Artifacts/Datacrons of the Jedi.​

Inventory: Jedi Robes, Ul'onore & Al'Keyva.​

Allies: The Jedi Academy Network.​

Enemies: The Sith Empire.​

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Ossus; Bekk had visited the world plenty of times in the past, though never once during it's time under the Sith Empire, making this mission something of a size-able threat to his desire to live and serve the Galaxy. That said, in this line of work, it came with the job that most of the kinds of people you came across either struggled to trust in the Jedi, or just plain outright wanted and more than the Zabrak would care to admit, tried to kill him for whatever possessions and ideals he carried.

Today, their strike team leader was [member="Coren Starchaser"]. They'd never met before now, though the Jedi Academy Network connected all Jedi across the Galaxy and had provided plenty of briefing for the assignment that Bekk had volunteered for. With no permanent place of residence amongst what was the Order of today, he relied heavily upon their network in order to take up whatever assignments he could find in service to the Force, stewardship over the people and maintaining the peace wherever he possibly could. Unfortunately, this peace-keeping wasn't part of this assignment, though in a sense, maintaining the balance was where the safe-keeping of knowledge was concerned.

The Sith Empire wasn't subtle about it's influence over the Galaxy, and while some Dark-Siders used discretion in their ways, these were the worst of the lot for they seemed to hold no indifference over the exploitation of the Force, for power within themselves, and over others. As such, it was a Jedi's duty to risk life and limb to ensure that whatever texts and datacrons had remained here from previous Jedi occupation, the Sith could no longer make use of them for their own purposes.

Wrapped up in the black cloak that flowed around his feet with every step towards the objective, the air already feeling thick for the density of the Force that lay over the environment. The Former Jedi Library had been left a derelict, and the Sith had built a much larger facility consisting of five great pyramids that was ever so the image of their creed, giving off a wild and dark impression to the wary mind whom might not have been so fortunate to be trained in the Jedi ways.

The Zabrak had requested that his drop-off be off-site from the rest of the Strike Team, for he felt he would better serve the objective as a means of distraction as their team leader had encouraged. His lightsabers swayed against either side of his utility belt as he moved quietly, yet with purpose. The Force called to him, and he to it, seeking to embellish himself within the light that it might guide him with the strength and clarity of mind that would be required of him this day.

Nearing the outskirts of their designated target, Bekk dropped to a knee and lifted his right hand to the ear-piece upon hearing word that the presence of the Sith Emperor himself had been confirmed there on Ossus, “All units be advised, the Sith Emperor is here!”.

"Copy that, I'm in position" Bekk responded, making it known he'd reached the first checkpoint. Infiltration to Ossus had been a success for the strike team, yet this was where the real challenge would begin, to put it very lightly; "Moving on the objective now. Force preserve us" he concluded with a small piece of encouragement, for it would take the grace of the Light to get them out of this one, once everything fired up.

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Spoiler: Tags

[member="Romi Jade"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Erin Tenel"] [member="Micah"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Jerek Zenduu"] [member="Manu Xextos"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Cassius Droma"] [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Filiae"] [member="Ailuros"] [member="Amilthi Camlenn"] [member="Fane Magnus"] [member="Calder Icehammer"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: Destroy every single defiler of knowledge
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Micah"] [member="Erin Tenel"] [member="Koda Fett"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Manu Xextos"]

Equipment: In signature

She had been staring out the window of the Magnus Quarters, looking out over the grounds that consisted of this Sith library while they waited for the Keeper of Antiquities. The Emperor had been impatient as always, but she had soothed him that the Keeper was likely making sure the item was true to its value before disappointing the Dark Lord. A shuttle landed off in the distance, a frown immediately growing as she sensed the light side presence within, especially Coren as he flared up like a beacon.

Brave... but foolish. Would he never learn?

The Keeper had arrived with their prize, and what a prize it was, but she didn't turn. She was watching the rapidly approaching Mandalorian who must have accompanied the Jedi. An internal sigh escaped between her lips, for she recognized the man's armor. Yet another man that just would not leave well enough alone. She would need to apologize to her wife's godmother she suspected. Before he crashed into the room, she merely turned to the Emperor and said, "Jedi."

The ceiling and part of the wall exploded in spectacular fashion and the Mandalorian flew in, shooting the two guards flanking the Emperor and seemingly not noticing her at all as he activated a flamethrower and rolled for cover.

And this had been the Warmaster?

Red tendrils of energy left Taeli's hands, a powerful Force Drain coming at the Mando's back to sap away his vitality and Force energy. In a room with two powerful dark siders, ignoring one was generally a fatal error.

 

[Riamah]

Location: Ossus, top of the pyramid
Allies: Jedi, [member="Calder Icehammer"], [member="Kaine Australis"]
Enemies: Sith, [member="Darth Carnifex"]

The cat had been in battle a few times. With the Silvers, another with the Empire and now with a Mandalorian and bear. She wasn't exactly with any one government at the moment and instead was free to wander around. That being known by her a few others was exactly what she was doing. Very curious by nature, she joined her friend for this mission and now found herself with another person.

He burst through the walls and they found themselves face to face pretty much with the Sith Emperor. Having been paying attention to the movement of his empire, Ailuros had the feeling they would be coming for her home at some point. Better she made an introduction of herself...the Mandalorian jumped in and started firing though. This caused her to puff up slightly to try and appear more intimidating.

Following him into cover, she heard his spoken message clearly and one of her ears tipped in the direction of the Emperor to listen for any reaction from him.

 

[Rhane Varless]

Location: En Route To Magnus' Quarters​

Equipment: Armor and Lightsabers​

Tag: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Romi Jade"]​

Mission: Accompany Coren Starchaser​

Rhane's armor clattered and clanged as he kept pace behind Starchaser. Rhane had been chosen for this accompaniment because of his recent dueling showcase shown againt [member="Manu Xextos"] ,who also happened on this mission. Rhane felt around his utility belt as his ran, finding both sabers and his dagger. This mission would perhaps be the most dangerous the group would undertake in the immediate future, there was no backup or massive fleet to save them here. Doing so would be mass suicide. Rhane left a brief set of instructions to his Vice-Admiral, Nitso, in case he did no return from the mission or did return permanently injured. Such instructions mainly involved the delegation of his titles, such as fleet commander and now teacher to a padawan. He thought about all the possible outcomes and results from this situation, his death, the death of Coren, the death of any high ranking sith or perhaps some thought bomb would be placed and kill them all. These ponderings caused him to lag behind Coren.

He caught back up with him just in time to see him mid-conversation with Romi Jade. ''Starchaser, I'm here.'' he placed one of his hands on Coren's back to alert him of his presence. Rhane had no clue who this person was, but sensed a great and conflicting darkness within her. He remain silent, watching the two converse in an obviously conflicted manner. She seemed both scared and angry, obviously upset with some sort of lapse in judgement with Coren or someone close to him. She suddenly burst into a Force Scream.

Time seemed to slow for Rhane. He saw Coren, moments away from receiving a direct blast from Romi's force bellow. He saw the girl, attacking her Coren with pure, unbridled and unadulterated power.

Rhane lept.

He somersaulted upwards and outwards, boosted by Force Jump and the repulsors in his armor, avoiding the blast. He landed behind Romi and launched at her, attempted to restrain the girl.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Ossus​

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The Hangar​

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Had it been an ideal landing? No.

It never was. She had to focus herself on where she would land, and those damn shutters weren't making it easy.

Mishel landed somewhere outside the hangar, dispatching the Leia to play hide and seek with the Sith-Imperials while she went in. By now the Great Sith Library was crawling with both the anticipation of battle and battle itself. The Force was in flux here, the light and the dark once more wrestled for knowledge. The hangar had clearly been meant for dignitaries and the pilots of the armada. She landed somewhere beyond the rapid-closing turadium shutters, Mishel had little to no back-up save for the battlecat. A fight at the top of pyramid was taking shape but for the most part Mishel ignored it. She inched closer to the turadium shutters, automated turrets would be taking aim at any point now. She took a deep breath and exhaled.

Focusing, she concentrated on one of the automated turrets. She swore she could time every beat of her heart, it became her steady rhythm as the turrret's fire whisped just by her. Mishel motioned with her hand and the sound of a turret resisting her order could be heard. The screech of metal, the wretched sound as it was pulled off and into one of the rapid-closing shutters. The disciple took what precious time she had to slip through just as it shut behind her foot crushing the turret with an uneasy motion. She swallowed hard watching it go to the ground. Inside the hangar, more turrets, along with guards, droids and a number of security features activated. 'Chit.'


[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BZyH3ur-Yl8[/media]

 

[Rick Kaloo]

OBJECTIVE - FLOOD
ALLIES: SJO
ENEMIES: SITH

OSSUS - LIBRARY EXTERIOR, NEARBY POND​

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The flood struck an enemy only now realizing their position.​

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The massive floating blob of water had at last reached the library gates. With a final, powerful push, Rick hurled the water forward, the liquid sharply accelerating its pace.

Water poured into the library in great waves, seeping in through every crack and window present. Two large exterior doors were nearly unhinged as a torrent of water smashed through and into the main hall. All around the library, water was seeping in, and leading the way for more to follow.

Then, the second phase of Rick's plan begun. He hopped off the tall end of the large rock that he had controlled the water from. After a twenty-five meter drop, he landed at the basin that a pond once was, before Rick had ripped it up from the ground. Despite the extra distance from the fall, Rick's cybernetic legs prevented much harm from coming to Rick, and left him merely shaken. Then, he sprant forward, his legs easily doubling the speed that his biological legs would've provided him with.

One and a half minutes later, he had arrived at the outskirts of the library. Drawing outward to ensure the moisture in the air was still in his control, Rick continued to run forward.

Undetected, he reached the doors that his flood had pushed open, and drew his lightsaber from his belt. It ignited, the aqua blue blade the same color as the water Rick controlled.

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[Darth Carnifex]

"Jedi."

The Emperor stood, his actions almost imperceivable as they were augmented by the Force. An explosion ripped across the ceiling of the Magnus' office, showering the group with bits of debris and trails of flame. Smoke blanketing the room, broken apart only by the rays of sunlight that now streamed through the gaping wound in the pyramid's apex. Sensing danger, the Emperor raised a single hand towards the billowing smog to erect a resolute shield of shimmering blue energy between himself and the source of his premonition.

A pair of disruptor blasts crashed against the shield, eating away at the conjured energy before dissipating completely as flame licked away at the remaining energy. Only after that had subsided did the Emperor dispell his shield, sending the smoke out through the open roof with a swipe of his hand. With the battlefield unfettered by visual disruption, the Emperor could get a good bead on his attackers.

"Australis. You've come to meet your doom at last."

Hand still outstretched, the Emperor allowed the Dark Side of the Force to fill him like water rushing into a basin. Power vibrated through every cell of his being, manifesting as electricity that danced along the folds of his robes and fully burst from his fingertips as a great cacophony of violent scarlet energy that arced through the air towards the Mandalorian's cover. Lightning raked the rich mahogany of the desk, setting it alight where the energy carved great canyons of smoldering ash through the wooden surface.

The fire danced along the floor, racing across rich tapestries and a collection of physical manifestos, consuming flammable material greedily as it unwittingly served the Dark Lord's will.

[member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Ailuros"] | [member="Manu Xextos"]​

 

[Viviana]

Location: Atop the Library
Allies: Jedi ( [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Ailuros"] ) [member="Manu Xextos"]
Enemies: Sith ( [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] )
Objective: Diversion

An explosion was certainly one way to draw attention. Calder, who had been following Kaine with Ailuros up the side of the pyramid, lept into the room just as the smoke cleared. The large ursine figure stared down the being he had dubbed as Death incarnate, but did not charge to engage. Instead, his attention was to the coming drain from a second Sith within the room. Where Carnifex seemed to call forth the death of the spirits, leaving behind a void, this figure warped and shifted them. It matched the twisted nature of this world.

Kaine wasn't paying attention to the other Sith as he had backup, someone who could cover him. And cover him he did. With a loud ursine roar Calder brought his hammer down, smashing the floor on impact. The air between the Mandalorian and Triumvir of Power shimmered and erupted with jagged spikes of ice to cut off the drain. It continued upwards and to the sides, splitting the room in two.

Darth Carnifex and Calder's allies on one side, Taeli and Calder himself on the other.

The Icehammer was lifted from the ground, the Beorni gazing down at his quarry. "I give you this chance to surrender, but I imagine you will not."

 

[Fane Magnus]

Location: The Catacombs
Equipment: Robes, Padded Armour, Lightsaber, Comlink, Ancient Maps of the Catacombs
Objective: Retrieve Holocrons
Allies: Jedi Strike Team
Enemies: Sith

So much for the quiet approach.

Fane had only just reached the entrance to the Catacombs when the sounds of battle reached his ears, a great rumble, like a great wave hitting stone and the crumbling of rock. He had hoped they would be able to stay quiet for longer, to give both himself and other Jedi more time to enter the catacombs beneath the library. The Force around him weighed heavily, disrupted and in conflict. He could feel the lashing presence of the darkside pushing out around the library, indicating the presence of powerful Sith. Fane resisted the temptation to reach for his lightsaber, he would have to trust those other Jedi could handle themselves for now and that they would keep their escape clear and ready.

Fortunately, it seemed the distraction had worked. Whatever guards had been assigned to the entrance were absent, allowing Fane to slip through into the Catacombs unopposed. He knew other Jedi were close by, though how many would actually manage to enter the catacombs was still uncertain. He couldn’t afford to wait for them, and would simply have to hope they caught up later in the tunnels below having managed to avoid attention as he had.

Descending into the dark caverns, Fane took the chance to glance at the route he had given himself, the Jedi knowledge vaults weren’t too far and were hopefully unoccupied, though he doubted his luck was that strong. They were never quite able to get more than a general estimate of the Sith presence on the planet.

Breaking out into a jog, Fane descended lower into the tunnels heading quickly towards his intended target, using the map and the Force to guide him in his path. The path twisted and turned before him, but it was of little consequence, he knew his route. He just didn’t know what lay at the end of it.

[member="Darth Eversor"]
[member="Cassius Droma"]

 

[Amilthi Camlenn]

Location: Chamber of Antiquities
Equipment: Black Robes, Lightsabre, Thermal Detonator
Tags: [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Darth Filiae"]

The staircase ended in a large antechamber, opposite to gates that must lead to a the main library hall of the level. To the sides of the rooms were additional doors. The acolyte turned around. "If you so wish, milady, please wait here for the Keeper of Antiquities. I'm afraid I cannot say when he will arrive."

The thought she had been holding in her mind to maintain her appearance had a natural conclusion - but Amilthi caught herself before she acted in it. To strike down the young man as he was would have been going to far. He wasn't doing well, and she understood that becoming and apprentice of the Sith was often not a matter of free will, and it seemed likely not to have been in this instance. He had done nothing to offend. It was true that he was in all probability a future Sith, that perhaps by killing him now more than one life would be saved. But if only given the time and opportunity - she could have saved him. Cold calculation was often the right thing to do, yet to cut off these moments of hope seemed too dangerous as something that might lead her down the wrong path, get her into the wrong habits, let her capacity for compassion atrophy.

She could see the young man frown as her composure momentarily lapsed and he felt that something was off. Suddenly Amilthi's bare hand hit his chest, he wanted to stumble backwards but instead found his knees give in and toppled over backwards. Her hand did not lose contact, it was as though she was guiding his body to the floor, and he slammed into it with force. His consciousness blacked out when the back of his head hit the ground. [member="Tiland Kortun"]'s teachings had borne fruit.

Amilthi lost no time to drag the body aside, one of the doors opened as she approached, leading into a hallway whose end she couldn't make out. She pulled the limp acolyte inside and left him on the floor, picking off his lightsabre and clipping it to her belt behind her hip, well hidden by her flowing robes, before she returned to the antechamber, the automatic door closing behind her.

Amilthi approached the panel next to the main gates from the antechamber with a kind of anxious anticipation. It was not a pleasant place to be, and whatever lurked behind those doors was positively a sickening presence. Having lost her internal focus for the moment, she reminded herself that how she felt was actually entirely irrelevant - her being miserable was actually not part of the equation at all. It was just ephemeral mental phenomena that would not stop her.

Unsurprisingly, the gates did not let themselves be opened.

 

[Redmond Geller]

Location: Catacombs
Gear: Blackblade Armor, Autokrator Rifle, SIF-57 Blaster Pistol, SI-HB-2 Power Mace, x2 Durasteel Combat Knife
Objective: Search For Possible Intruders
Allies: Blackblade Guard Team Gamma
Enemies: [member="Fane Magnus"]

Things had gone loud and fast, but when the Emperor himself was on site, one could expect a quick response from the onyx-armored soldiers that were the Blackblade. So respond they did. Did they question the point in sending assets below when the Jedi were storming from above? No, they followed their orders to the letter. They never asked questions, most due to their fanatic loyalty to Zambrano himself.

But not Redmond.

He didn't care about the Sith or their ancient books, he didn't care about Zambrano's grand schemes for the galaxy, or what the Empire might accomplish. The Blackblade had just been something to keep him centered, keep him disciplined. Without it he'd have been lost in his mind or something, to be frank he hadn't given it much thought. More than any of that though, they kept him sharp, and it had been easy to get in. His name had a legacy, that was the one thing he had Cadmon to thank for. Granted that had been before the middle of the Geller three had gone off to do...whatever it was he'd been up to. Redmond hadn't seen him since he was little more than a toddler, so he didn't truly care.

He cared about using the weapon he had brought to bear though. The squad of black armored elites moved through the ancient catacombs, weapons sweeping every corner and crevice. They were on the hunt.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Location: Outside
Allies: Jedi, directly [member="Rhane Varless"]
Enemies: Dark siders, directly [member="Romi Jade"]
Objective: Subdue

He knew he had to do something, something to stop her from fighting. And the problem with that? Was how to stop her. Coren was a Jedi, he followed the religion and the code, even if his interpretation was much more proactive than some of the Jedi he considered to be a great example, like Arcanus. But there was something to be said for being forward. Sure, it was maybe Crusading, but following the New Jedi Order and Master Omai Rhen’s position? Coren Starchaser was the next in line for that mantle.

The Sword of the Jedi, for certain.

As Romi had approached, he was doing his best to fill the bond they shared with the emotions. “And I told you to stay on the ship.” There was pain in his voice. He knew what had to be done, he knew he was going to have to go it alone on Mon Cala if she was having concerns. But he wasn’t prepared for what happened next. The fact that he knew what Romi was capable of, but never suspected it’d come at him. As she screamed, he did his best to react instinctively, a barrier of pure Force energy coming up a second too late. The brilliant light catching only a fraction of the scream’s impact.

The Jedi Master went toppling backwards, only to do his best to roll away from the onslaught of Force energy. With the intervention of [member="Rhane Varless"], he did see a moment to get up, and calling the Force to him, he was getting to his feet, blue eyes becoming focused, and he’d let loose a stasis blast right for the dark sider.

 

[Mythos]

Ankhypt. Capital Citiy. Mythic Pyramid of Darion Thun.

....Several standard weeks earlier...

"Ossus?" Mythos said into the vision, his face contorted in incredulity and annoyance. His fist dug deeper into his cheek after every moment. This was of no concern to him, The Ancient Eye now offered the sight into the future however blurry, this however made no sense. "Why would the Jedi attack Ossus? And why am i shown this? This is not what i am searching for Anok-eh" Mythos said, his eyes reflecting the visage of doom and powerful explosions.

The circular chamber was centred by the Ancient Eye mounted on a ritual pedestal that amplified it's already significant power. Mythos stood on his throne and was flanked by his armoured Anubian advisor that only now took one step forward. "Perhaps you have not yet seen what it intends to show you?" Anok-eh said, his robotic voice a strange contrast to his canine-like, barking language.

Mythos noded in agreement and silently turned his eyes back to the artifact as time passed and the various branches of events that constantly was changing slowly expanded and refined itself. The future was constatly at odds with itself, constantly at war with entirely different possibilities with entirely different outcomes at the end. Patterns began to develop and the more pieces of the ancient eye were gathered the more clear and concise the image became. The last piece gathered by burning the tree of life alongside a small acolyte named @Micha was particularly strong.

The patience of the Sith Magnus was rewarded by the flash of a symbol, an emblem that he was looking for. His entire being some would say was created for this single purpose.

Make the Alliance in Exile die, everywhere he could find it. Clear the ancient eye showed their banner, showed Mythos their symbol how he could understand it.Gold and Blue.

"Prepare the NSF for combat deployment. "

Location: Temple Outskirts. Current Day.
Objective: Find The Galactic Alliance/Exile.
Team: TSE.

One would think the best idea was to lay in wait with a legion, two battalions and a fleet yet such a presence would likely be quickly noticed, the events that took place altered just like the killing of a bug in an unknown world could have consequences.

Deep in the woods several clicks away from any fire Mythos laid in slow approach and patrol with a whopping six soldiers at his back. "Blackblade have the Catacombs, contact in the upper sector. We flank their forces, there is report of a central force near the pond outside the library. You are all clear to engage."

Instead of walking into the battlefield as usual with the golden armour that Australis made for him swinging an ax like a Sith Imperial Lumberjack, Mythos set up position six hundred meters away and took cover. "Take em out".

The team was positioned outside the main battle and now lead by Mythos who was not firing himself, began to take shots into the jedi forces with their advanced weaponry. Using the C.A.R.G.S. System Mythos was able to coordinate and lead his small infantry team to lay down deadly suppressive fire at the pond where @Rick Caloo had been.

 

[Koda Fett]

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LOCATION: OSSUS SITH LIBRARY - INTERIOR
ALLIES: THE SITH
ADVERSARIES: THE JEDI

The Jedi had become nothing more than a shimmering glimpse of light as the Sith had nearly destroyed them once more, relegating them to the roles of vagabond protectors if not inside the New Republic. Yet, not even they had too much time. The Bounty Hunter had been certain of it. The Sith clashed with them on Corellia, and it would not be too long before it occurred once more. And then they may be reduced to ash, or flee to fight another day. But, this contingent of these aggressive-- in a certain context --Jedi had allowed themselves to be made known, and an escape hardly seemed probable. Ossus may very well become their tomb, and Fett could only hope to be paid for the burial itself. Starchaser always seemed rather idealistic- too much for Fett's liking.

Fett had been all too familiar with the flickering of a lightsaber; a weapon so elegantly dangerous, but still a cause for false confidence to arise. He had ascended a flight of stairs with carefully placed trajectory, and his Carbine remaining at the ready. He could certainly identify rippling blaster fire as it had been so easily deflected, ultimately leaving the defender in an awful state as their life had been taken. The Mandalorian had rounded the corner rather quickly, and the Jedi he faced turned to witness nothing more than an arc of flames extend in their direction before consuming them whole. It didn't leave much to the imagination, either.

And, still, Fett continued on his way. He traversed this library in search of nothing in particular, but another individual to pay him. Yet, he always reserved the notion this task may come without payment if the circumstances do not favour the Sith.

 

[Rick Kaloo]

OBJECTIVE - FLOOD
ALLIES: SJO
ENEMIES: SITH

OSSUS LIBRARY INTERIOR - NEARING CATACOMBS​

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The flood had done its work. ​

The midlevels were completely soaked, with scripts disarranged beyond recovery. Now, Rick once again took control of the rampaging flood and angled it downward, away from him. The lower levels, the "catacombs", would now be experiencing their share of water. In case there were any Jedi there, he let out a quick warning.

[I'm sending a flood in the catacombs. Wrap it up down there or block off whatever you want sealed.] yelled Rick in his handheld radio.

Then, right beside a great set of stairs leading both up and down, water consumed Rick.

He allowed it to push him downward, steadily dropping toward the lower floors. As soon as the water crashed down with a great splash, Rick pushed the water ahead but stood in place, his robotic legs giving him a firm grip on the ground. A great torrent of water soared by, spreading out from hallway to hallway. When the water began to extend out of sight, it finally ceased descending down the stairway. Rick was now slowly drying off.

So Rick ran forward, his lightsaber in his hand, seeking to finish what his floods started.

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Oops, double post

 

[Nan'eth'illa]

Location: The Great Sith Library - Within the Chamber of Antiquities
Objective: Uncover a deeper knowedge of Mechu Deru.
Tags:[member="Amilthi Camlenn"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] (I won't butt in if you two want to play on your own )

Tensions rose inside Filiae's mind and her shoulders instinctively lowered. She clicked the top of Mekhis' holocron shut and tucked the pyramidine shape away in one of the many pockets of the large outer robe draping her form. Her left hand plucked the dislodged eye off the table and tossed it toward the door like a pebble. However, before it could crash against the vertical surface, it veered to the side and hovered mid-air under its own agency. The door opened under Filiae's remote influence and the eye slipped through, into the antechamber outside.

The eye adjusted to the new light and surveyed the room, transmitting the video feed back to the one-eyed chiss in the chamber.

"Might have been nothing, I guess."

She second-guessed her own senses and reached once more into her pocket to remove the holocron and resume her work when- Something rocked the very foundations of the structure as the roof was blown off, a flood hit the base, and words of warning about the Jedi attack resounded through the Force. Warnings in the infrastructure trickled into her cybernetics and echoed out through her own connection to the machinery: //W:structure_under_attack;defend//

With a deep inhale, Filiae closed her eye and remembered the csen'ai's teachings: See all, hear all, be no-one. The Chiss' presence in the Force melted away like ice nestled against the engines of a ship melted into water and became one with the pale snow.

While her presence in the Force shrunk, she used her signature combination of Mechu Deru and cybernetic implants to reach into the system around them and launch her own commands and alerts. //CCom:begin_lockdown_procedures;CoA;T-5// She would not let the secrets in these vaults be plundered by the enemy, be they Jedi or the heretics squatting in the space she once called home. No, she had made this her home, this empire, this life. //C:Inquisitorarth_Filiae;securingCoA//.

Her organic eye opened again, and with a brush of her hand, she ensured that her sabre was at her hip. With quick strides she left the workroom and entered the antechamber; her dislodged eye floated further out, still feeding information back to her. The door would soon lock behind her as the security-command to lock down the Chamber of Antiquities had been set. It was not a command she would normally be allowed to issue, but as an inquisitor at a heritage site under attack, she was allowed to take charge in matters of security.

After all, security and surveillance was her expertise.