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

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Somewhere... it really doesn't matter. There are trees nearby.
Posting Buddy: [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Objective: Catch up on old times.


Alexandra watched as the other two Jedi moved out of the location and sighed, almost seeming to forget she was in a battle with Darth Carnifex for a moment and holding a bored look on her face in noticing that the Mandalorian had shot at the larger Jedi. It was looking to be a good fight too and now she had Carnifex alone with her and that was far less interesting.

Not that the old man was uninteresting, a grin touching her lips as she looked back at Carnifex and pushed her body back and to a few meters away from him before stopping and leaning against the slightly glowing staff. The Force still touched her and the staff, being funneled into the item through her and acting as an extension of her body for now. There wasn't much she could do in truth without backup and she knew that the man would easily overpower her in a straight up fight. There was the use of the plants nearby but she knew well enough that Kaine had abilities to deal with such things, the most recent example being his swords.

It made her sigh as she thought over her options and looked at the man.

"So, if I said I surrender, whats the chance of me getting a nice cushy room in the Palace again. Not that Im a bit skeptical of this fact but last time I got dragged back to the Sith, it was for that Kangaroo court of a trial. And I kind of have plans I need to complete so imprisonment would be a bit of a pain in the ass. You get what Im talking about... death too, would really prefer not dying." Her left hand dragged the staff to the side while the right hand rested on a blade that had remained strapped at her side up till this point.

She made no attempt to retrieve it, not yet atleast, but she did keep her hand there incase she had to. She could also feel other Jedi leaving the area, knowing that Taeli and those with the woman were probably cleaning up the Jedi who had come. For all intents and purposes, this mission had been useless. A number of Jedi were wounded, Alexandra had been unable to retrieve anything, and now her favorite pair of clothing had a tear or two from the tumble she had taken as part of her ruse.

It was with that next sigh that she tapped her finger on the staff.

"I have something to address with you Carnifex. Though, I think that it would be best done in private. It involves a mutual distasteful bastard I wish to see dealt with. Would you care to listen over some more fun?" She twisted the staff out and into a ready position once more, wondering how the sith would take her words.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Ossus​

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Aboard the Princess Leia​

Turning around, heading back for Jedi folk​

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Aboard the Princess Leia, Mishel towel dried her hair, "they had doors Mara."

The cat growled in response, the half-Felacatian shook off all the water right next to Mishel in protest before heading to the cargo hold. Mishel curled her lips inward and looked at her outfit. "Malaka, this is the good leather! Do you know how hard it is to get this..." She went about cleaning it, "ah... feth. Cee!" The Tygaran called ou to C7. Ossus was an outright mess right now, "one, locate Coren, two do I have another clean outfit?"

"Yes of course, your sister just sent in a fresh batch of Corellian pilot style clothing." C7 headed into the cargohold as well his robotic voice seemed to echo with pleasure as he hummed. Making a small hello and how do you do to Mara before reappearing with a set of clothes. "And I shall head up to speak with Mr. Senmonte about Master Starchaser's whereabouts."

Mishel thanked C7 and headed to the refresher to grab a quick sonic shower.

Moments later she remerged clean and with the new gear, "a little tight in some places but it should work." The Jedi adjusted the waist band a bit before heading up to the cockpit. "Status?"

"Mr. Senmonte has located Master Starchaser, and Miss Jade."

"Romi? Oh cool, yeah signal to Coren that we're gonna take a lap around the library but we'll be there soon." Mishel ordered as she took a seat behind the pilot and co-pilot. [member="Marakai Al'Orren"] had grabbed Mishel from the Hall of Knowledge quite literally. Grabbed by what might as well have been the scruff of her neck and yanked out as the cat swam back to the surface with the woman in tow. Mara joined Mishel and the others in the now crowded cockpit.

The older of the two women glared a moment, "do you know how fething hard it is to get water out of fur like that? Do you? For Force sakes, what were you trying to do?"

"Evaporate the water, but uh-"

"Last I checked you weren't a master, and whoever decided that Ossus should be Manaan ought to be taken out back and shot, yes I agree. Ugh, Mishel - why." Mara still didn't understand, at all. She also didn't understand who decided she should be left in charge of the superpowered kid with an attitude problem. Maybe this was payback for her own sins of the past. Mara sighed and looked back over at Mishel, "well?"

Mishel shrugged, "listen - I was trying to save the damn library. All knowledge is sacred, and if you kill the knowledge then you've no way to understand your opponent. Which means, you can't defeat them well - not nearly as y'know, well. Plus, I heard they had information on crystals here but that's all gone."

"Master Al'Orren, Miss Zanteres - we're coming back around there seems to be a hotbed of activity here. Mr. Senmonte does not feel safe landing."

".... I just got a showe-"

"Ugh..." Was Mara's only reply as the Princess Leia turned around for a new approach vector.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"]

 

[Anden Fancelo]

Anden Fancelo​

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Objective: Retrieve the boy.​

Allies: TSE, [member="Micah"]​

Enemies: The Jedi, [member="Jerek Zenduu"]​

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After a moment of reprieve, with his senses dulled. Fancelo watched on as Jerek retreated with Micah. He'd remain, laying on his side as a mere witness. Unable to do anything.

Long moments passed, Fancelo shivered from the cold floor a bit. He was finally able to feel something once more, the slight pain on his shoulder from falling a bit too hard on the ground was there. But for him there was a bit of pain everywhere. A stinging sensation. He then rose up immediately, recomposing himself. After coming to, he was found with another obstacle which was coming to terms with his newfound senses. At least for the time being. He gripped his head as he was overwhelmed with various amounts of information regarding even the smallest details of his surroundings. But he looked over to the knife on his hand, the soldier was reminded of the objective that he assigned himself.

Retrieve the boy.

The thought of the objective brought some means of clearance to his mind, he then rushed off towards the direction he last recalled. Sprinting even, and to Fancelo's surprise. He never ran so fast in his life. He somewhat felt the wind against him in his haste, but there was no wind blowing. It was him, blowing through the wind.

Eventually Fancelo caught up with Jerek, who was slow due to the fact he had to lug the boy all the way over there. Sufficient. All that was left was to close the distance, to which Anden did. He slid down to the floor, the ground providing little friction, but dirtying his clothes for sure. He then extended his leg outwards and swooped. Trying to sweep Jerek from the floor and have the boy hit the ground.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: Slow the Sith, Evacuate
Allies: @Cotan Sar’andor
Enemies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] [member="Romi Jade"]


This fight was the last thing that Coren needed. The Jedi Master sensed the change in the Force as he was throwing the explosion down to the ground, he knew just who that was. His eyes squinted as he looked into void. Never learning? No, he didn’t. His grip tightened on his saber pike as he spun it around, putting himself in another ready position, stepping in time with Cotan. Keeping the enemy on the far side of them.

“Maybe not, and that’s what keeps me from not cowering to the likes of you.” He said, hoping his voice felt as defiant as he hoped it did. He knew that they were not going to be on this world for long. With the pain the Jedi have been experiencing, he knew it was time to go. And as soon as he knew the others were safe, or on their way.

That was, until he heard Romi. She was speaking to him, and he could feel her intention. The fire sparked in his eyes when he heard her mention Coruscant. A deep breath and the heat of the Force was growing inside him. He could take them all out, right now. Something about her tone was not hitting the market, but the Jedi tightened his grip as he reached out in the Force, intent to just pull Romi and Taeli to the ground…

But the ship was coming. Hearing his battle-bro, the Corellian nodded as he was pulled from his intention. There were lives at stake, the Sith could wait. Calling the Force to him, he was focusing the light into his hand, not for a blast of Force Light, not exactly. No, this was blinding and stunning, all in one. And as he called the force to his hand, he slammed it into the ground, intent on sending a shockwave of this disabling power around him and Cotan to give them the time they needed.

 

[Jerek Zenduu]

Location: Great Sith Library - Exterior
Equipment: Wet and muddy Jedi Padawan robes, Lightsaber, Hololink
Engaging: [member="Anden Fancelo"], [member="Micah"]
Objective: Walk it off

(Post Soundtrack: Legends Never Die from League of Legends Soundtrack)​

The padawan assumed he would have the advantage. He assumed the Imperial was not a Sith, and as such, would not be a Force user. He assumed his years of training would grant him the skill and stamina he now needed. He assumed his connection to the Force would grant him the foresight and speed he now needed. He assumed that spotting the rushing Imperial would grant him the time to get out of the way of the man’s slide into him.

He assumed wrong.

It was a valid attempt, there was no doubt of that. Jerek started moving, placing his weight on the foot under the shoulder he was carrying Micah over, pivoting in order to turn his body and launch off his weighted foot into that direction. He tried to judge the distance as best he could, figuring the Imperial sliding toward him would be a little slower than his customary Force-imbued opponents he had trained against on this very world. He even drew on the Force again, trying to bolster his fading strength with the seemingly limitless energy of the Force. None of it was enough.

The teen felt the outstretched foot of the man connect with his shin just as it carried his entire weight, and suddenly there was nothing keeping him up. His momentum continued for a moment, enough to launch Micah off his shoulder to fly forward, and for Jerek to land free of the Imperial, face down, into the damp mud in which the Imperial was sliding. The muck that now covered his traditional padawan garb was the least of his problems, his throbbing shin was added to the list of aches and bruises the teen had already suffered today, but the immediate threat was slowly dawning on the dazed padawan as he rolled over to face the chilly sunshine.

Whoever this Imperial was, he was far more deadly than Jerek had first considered. As his chest gasped to fill his air starved lungs, the boy fumbled in slow confusion. His eyes searched for the Imperial, his fingers searched for his weapon, his mind searched for understanding.

Slower than he should have been, Jerek scrambled to his feet, grasping hold of his lightsaber. Now freed again from the burden of the Cathar boy, the teen threw his arms out in a move to shake off the debris from his robes, and then drew them toward his center. His feet were centered under him, two pillars from which the core of his strength drew, his body facing straight toward his opponent. With his hands finally touching, he gripped his lightsaber with both, and ignited the blade, which extended up through the center of his posture toward the sky. The opening stance of the most basic form, but one Jerek felt the most comfortable with in his state of mind and body.

It was time to see just how good Jerek’s lightsaber training had been.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The Emperor's eyes narrowed as his gaze swept from Alexandra to the retreating Manu and then back to Alexandra again. Though he was loathed to drop his fight against an enemy of his order, he knew an opportunity when he saw one. With almost pained resignation, the Emperor's bladed hand faded away until only the skeletal remains of his hands were left. The blue flames that burned in his eyes and coated his hands also faded away to a dull flicker as both arms fell down to his side.

"Very well, Alexandra. I will accept your surrender."

At that moment a small cadre of Sith Warriors and Imperial Legionnaires appeared on the scene, cautiously brandishing their weapons against the Jedi as the Emperor spoke.

"Drop your weapons, and I will let the Lady Raaf be the one to take you into custody."

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]​

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: Investments
Location: Exterior of the library
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Kaalia Pavanos"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Cotan Sar'andor"]

Equipment: In signature

She could not, and had no inclination, to stop the eye roll as Coren responded in his usual way. Honestly, the man was on the thin line of irritating and rage inducing for her. Scratch that, he had earned her everlasting ire by attacking a library and one of his men causing flooding. That man was also permanently on her list. She had been intending to hunt down and destroy the remnants that followed Coren, but after today... he was going to have her attention.

She saw the gathering energy even as the other Jedi with Coren, she recognized him from Coruscant, unleashed his own wave to push them back. Taeli, as she was want to do, simply went with the attack, being sent back but controlling her flight with the Force so she could land on her feet. A sleeve had to come up to protect her eyes from Coren's blinding stun wave, but she didn't need her physical eyes. She just needed the Force, and she was very tempted to attack them before their ship came for them...

And that brought to her mind, where were the karking garrison's fighters?

Well, Coren might get away, but she was still going to leave him bedridden for days if she had her way.

"Woduri ri tutsatsa is kakdta, Iyikwoti ri ziyaka iw natura," she hissed, unleashing a Sith curse on him. It wouldn't kill him, or even injure him, but it would drain the strength from his limbs and leech away his vitality for several days.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Starchaser was not a fan of Taeli Raaf that was a well known fact. A documented one. After Endgame? And now with Romi? He shook his head. The part of him that wanted to fight on knew the was a loss. They had come with a small detachment but nothing resembling a fleet. And right into the hornet’s nest. He was here to remind the Sith the Jedi were still there, still in the galaxy, protecting those who couldn’t protect themselves. And able to get through fleets to make a strike. This, of course, was more an attempt at liberation of data. But it became much more than that.

He could feel the losses, the strikes. He knew what was happening. It was why, even with [member="Romi Jade"] and [member="Taeli Raaf"] instigating, he had to step back. The ship was coming down and he reached out to all the Jedi around him, just as Taeli was muttering in Sithese.

Sound off! We’re leaving! He stepped again and made to jump to the incoming ship as the Force hit him, with the energy flowing through him now, he could shrug it off, but he knew it was unnatural. Getting to his feet on the deck of Cotan’s ship, he looked back at Taeli, eyes alight. He reached out to find the other ships and the other Jedi.

Someone was going to have to navigate everyone to a ship. It might as well be the man who brought them here.

 

[Jerek Zenduu]

Location: Great Sith Library - Exterior
Equipment: Jedi Padawan robes that are going to need some serious dry cleaning, Lightsaber, Hololink
Engaging: [member="Anden Fancelo"], [member="Micah"]
Nearby: [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Objective: Sayonara Sithies!

The whine of the descending engines of a starship was music to the teen's ears. He looked up as the craft loomed in the sky, growing larger with each passing second. The markings made it clear this was no Sith craft, it was surely a Jedi's vessel that was about to land in the embattled clearing between the library buildings, granting quick access for those still fighting there. Their rescue had come at last!

Jerek felt a renewed sense of energy at the sight, a fresh surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He wasn't going to die here after all, it seemed.

He breathed in, feeling the Force enter him, joining forces inside him with his burst of energy. He could feel its tenuous nature already leering from the edges, threatening to rise up and doom him once more, so the padawan moved to act quickly. Deactivating his lightsaber, Jerek clipped it back on his belt with his right hand, throwing out his free hand towards the opposing Imperial. Reaching into the Force and using the palm of his hand as a guide, the teen sent a wave of energy towards the man, a physical push to knock him off balance, and possibly back a ways.

Enough distance, he hoped, to give Jerek some room to act.

Scrambling to the place where Micah lay on the ground, he checked the small Cathar boy quickly, a hand on his torso confirming that the Sith student was still alive and breathing. Then he hoisted the child once more, using what little strength he had left to carry Micah in both arms, and began to run towards the rescue vessel.

It had not landed as he assumed, but hovered over the field, and on its open ramp Jerek could spy the Jedi Master who had led the charge here today. Coren's presence was closer than that, however, the boy could feel him inside his mind, guiding Jerek towards the ship. He nodded, forgetting that nobody was looking. His pace took him towards the ship at a fair clip, but one far slower than he had before. Jerek was quickly running out of steam.

The Master's influence was helping, though. As Jerek reached the ground beneath the ship, he felt a greater wealth of energy suddenly available to him. He tapped into it gladly, bundling it around him and springing forth in a Force-assisted jump. The padawan held his new charge tightly as he jumped up to the open ship, which left him unable to steady himself as he landed, wobbling towards the open air behind him.

A hand reached out to steady him, pulling the boy into the safe confines of the vessel. Jerek passed a weary grin to the Jedi ally, unable to do much more than that. He was safe aboard now, and all that mattered to him was to get as far away from the planet as he could. Only then could he start recovering from the day's events, and the finality of it all. His home, the one true home he had ever had, was lost to the Sith and the devastation they wrought upon it. But here, he had saved a small part, whatever the capture —rescue?— of the Cathar boy meant for that.

And soon, Jerek was going to have to figure out what that meant for him.