Om... Wat? [Galactic Alliance Dominion of Omwat]

[Joza Perl]

Out of the corner of her eye, Joza caught a glimpse of Ayme connecting with the ground. The Zeltron had tried her best to divide her attention between her own battle and what was going on around her, but she was far too inexperienced to do either efficiently. And thus, she made a mistake. Turning her head to the side quickly, all she saw was the red dripping down the other Padawan’s face before a piece of debris collided with the left side of her ribcage.

With a strangled cough, the young woman was thrown a few feet to the side where she ended up stumbling and ultimately falling to her hands and knees, the wind knocked out of her. Her lightsaber had fallen clumsily out of her hand, skittering further away than she would have liked. Joza was distracted by the sudden pain for a moment, trying to process what had just happened and what she should do, but her mind was going numb. Things didn’t look good for either of them, and she was unaware of [member="Adele Adonai"] stirring behind them.

She could see the Rodian approaching her, but her attention was drawn to the red lightsaber in his hand and the thought of dying. Biting her lip, Joza extended a hand toward where her lightsaber had rolled to and cursed inwardly to herself as the weapon only shook in place, not yet coming back to her.

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[Ayme Katash]

Ayme groaned as she struggled to regain some focus. The ruined bit of console rolled off her back and collided loudly with the floor. She placed her arms beneath her, the scratched palms flattened against the ground and her muscles strained under the continued need of their use. Her eyes slowly rose to see the Trandoshan walking towards her confidently. Waves of arrogance fell off of him like a ocean of vanity.

Ayme had never been particularly special in any way growing up. She wasn’t graceful, lacked poise, wasn’t gifted in her intelligence, or particularly athletic. What Ayme lacked in those areas she more than made up for in pure tenacious grit. She was the definition of stubborn and once she had made up her mind about something, there was no stopping the girl.

In that moment, with her blood dripping slowly onto the floor, Ayme decided.

Her blue eyes hardened and with a growl she pushed her body up and jumped to her feet. The Trandoshan slowed his advance but did not stop moving towards the defiant girl. With a flick of her wrist her lightsaber sprung from the ground and ignited as it reached her palm. It was the first time she had managed to do that without missing her hand, in fact most of the times she had attempted that trick the lightsaber would collide with her forehead. She pushed away the feeling of victory and readied her stance.

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[Jacen Voidstalker]

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Jacen's eyes snapped open. [member="Adele Adonai"] had some more colour to skin, as much she eve had. What was more important was that despite her shallow breathing he could sense her back and at the surface of her own mind. Jacen tried to stand. He faltered.

He needed a moment to gather the Force around himself, but he didn't even have that.

"Trust the Force Ayme," he called. Raising one hand he pulled both the dark acolytes together. It wasn't much, but it was enough to give the padawans an opening.

 

[Ayme Katash]

The Trandoshan and Rodian slammed into each other suddenly. Originally both were advancing in separate trajectories towards their quarries, now their positions landed them in the center of the room. Behind the enemies were the two masters still on the floor yet clearly beginning to become more aware of the present. Ayme risked a glance to her right where Joza took the opportunity to regain control of her lightsaber. Both apprentices now stood at the ready to face their foe.

Ayme tightened her grip on her orange blade and ran towards her attacker.

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[Joza Perl]

Joza’s attention was divided between her wayward saber and the approaching Rodian. She could feel her heart beat pulsing through her body now, loud enough to the point where it felt like it was beating in her ears. Panic began to set in. Is this how it would end for her? On her first real field test? She knew that keeping a clear head was vital, but it was so hard to do when faced with the very real threat of death.

Suddenly, her advancing opponent was pulled to the side, crashing against the Trandoshan. Joza’s stomach flipped, and at last her saber was back in her grasp. Clambering upward, the Zeltron took quick stock of everyone’s positions before charging forward, aiming a diagonal slash at the Rodian’s chest. With the way she was thinking, it was kill or be killed.

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[Ayme Katash]

The Trandoshan's balked against his comrade and snorted in anger. He yelled a string of curses at the Rodian as he struggled to regain his footing. His heavy scaled hand slapped the scar across his face and yelled in fury at the young blonde approaching him. Ayme sliced downward with her blade forcing Trask into a crouch which only fueled his fire. With another shout the Trandoshan brought the blade up to a guard position then pushed against the orange blade sending Ayme off balance.

"Give up little girl." Trask snarled through his teeth.

They continued to circle, red on orange, the fight looked like a dance of fire in the dark room. Ayme lunged forward the tip of her blade making contact with the side of Trask's face that hadn't been scarred before the battle. The trandoshan howled as he took several steps backwards away from the blonde.

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[Joza Perl]

From the way Joza held her saber low upon approach, Keeno could read her obvious move. A slow smirk curled his lips as he ignited his saber and raised it, poised to parry the Zeltron away. She’d wasted her opening by letting him know what she was planning on doing. As Joza swung upwards, a red saber was there to block her blade from moving any further. But with her panic-induced need for survival, Joza had put much more force behind her attack than The Rodian had expected.

Stumbling backwards from the unexpected pressure of the blue lightsaber, disgust flashed across Keeno’s face as he struggled to regain his footing. He could sense the fear in his opponent, something that the Jedi were not expected to use as a driving force in battle. It spoke of her inexperience, but like a panicked animal, she was liable to lash out without thinking.

Not one to let himself get pushed back by the enemy, Keeno lunged forward, his saber aiming for the Zeltron’s throat. Joza had moved forward at the same time, now completely on the offensive. She was running on adrenaline, the most primal part of her mind screaming at her to eliminate the threat. Blue and red blades sparked as they clashed, back and forth. Neither combatant had taken ground from the other even though they both desperately tried to.

After a successful parry, Keeno swung his lightsaber inward in a riposte sort of motion, using the momentum he had gained to aim a horizontal slash at Joza’s neck. In ducking to avoid it, she had lowered her center of gravity too quickly and lost her footing. The red saber streaked through the air, coming down upon her in a vertical slash this time. She was able to clash with her own blade, but didn’t have the stability to push it away. Nearly grinding her teeth to a pulp, Joza’s eyes found scattered chunks of debris behind the Rodian. Waving her free had in a as subtle of a motion as she could manage, the remnants of a durasteel panel flew forward and caught Keeno at the ankles.

He stumbled off balance for a quick second before falling backwards, his head connecting with some of the debris that had rolled closed. Nothing that he was momentarily stunned, Joza scrambled up to regain her footing. The tip of her blue saber honed in on his neck, but not before a searing pain ran along her left side. The injury to her ribs had caught up with her, causing the Zeltron to cringe and slump for a moment.

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[Ayme Katash]

A blast from the Force slammed into Ayme’s chest. She could feel her body absorb the impact and propel the air from her lungs. Her lower back came into contact with the durasteel floor. Her vision blurred as she turned her bloody cheek along the floor in an attempt to get a look at her attacker.

The Trandoshan was still howling in pain and anger. His hand was clinging to the wound she had given him. The blow was lucky, it had nothing to do with skill. That was the fact that terrified her the most. The pain she was feeling would heal but the sheer fact that she was terribly outmatched was something that she could not escape.

With a grunt Ayme attempted to push herself off the floor only to feel her bicep give out and her face slammed back into the floor. The tears in her eyes were threatening to fall. With a deep breath she forced them to go away. Now was not the time for remorse, the fight wasn’t over yet.

She raised her right hand and focused on a control console which was still attached to the bridge. Her mind fought her and wanted to panic but she refused to let it deter her new purpose. She could feel sweat or possibly blood roll down her face at the effort as she felt every circuit and conduit that ran through the device. Her mind latched on to a cluster of wires. Her eyes flew open and her fist clenched. With a final jerk of her hand wires yanked free of the console and went flying towards the Trandoshan, whose vision was blocked by his own hand. The crackling wire came into contact with the sith’s chest, sending him convulsing to the floor.

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[Jacen Voidstalker]

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What the padawans lacked in experience and skill, they made up for with guts and determination. Sensing the flare of pain from his own defenders was enough to send a surge of energy through his limbs. One foot came up and planted itself on the deck. His hand came down on that knee and slowly, but steadily Jacen found his feet.

Just that simple act was enough to send his vision swimming, but Marshal Voidstalker was not the type to sit on the sidelines when others were fighting for their lives. Yet it still took time for his shaking hand to find the hilt of his lightsaber. The padawans were still on their own for now, but he was gathering his strength rapidly.




(BTW Joza, top work, feel free to join myself and Havock here: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/79231-vanguard-campaign-alliance-dominion-of-karfeddion/)

 

[Joza Perl]

In the time it took for Joza to succumb to the pain in her side, the Rodian had regained his senses and taken stock of the situation. The Jedi hovering above him hadn’t completed the fatal blow she was poised to deliver. Was it because of her inexperience? Fear? Her injuries? He sensed that it was a mix of all three, but didn’t dwell on it. With a subtle flick of his wrist, he’d sent a few pieces of shrapnel towards the pink woman.

Joza could hear Jacen struggling to regain himself behind them, she could hear the crackle of electricity as Ayme cleverly took down Trask. But none of it truly registered, it only stayed in the back of her mind. And so, she didn’t hear the sharp objects whizz through the air until it was too late. The Zeltron would gasp and lurch forward as two of them became embedded into the back of her left shoulder. But as many mistakes as she had made, as much pain as she was in, she wouldn’t take her eyes off of Keeno.

Pain shot through her shoulder and caused her grip on her lightsaber to shake and slacken, but she was determined not to die in her first bout of real combat, even if she felt like she was. It was the horrifying reality of a very real death that fueled her actions, and it was likely the only reason she found the strength to stand up.

Even though his attack didn’t have the desired effects of distracting his opponent completely, Keeno still took a swing at Joza. His hand clenched around the hilt of his saber tightly as he brought the blade up in a wide arc, but the Jedi had been paying attention. In a wild movement that almost missed, Joza parried away the red blade, the Rodian’s lightsaber almost slipping off of hers as she redirected it to the side. But her saber continued moving, riding on the momentum of her frantic energy. She had put too much force behind it, and lost control as her blade moved downwards, slicing through Keeno’s wrist

Her enemy’s cry of pain was dulled by the loud thumping of her heart in her ears. Somehow she had lasted this long. She was still standing, shaking with adrenaline and fear, and wondering how long this would last.

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[Ayme Katash]

The Trandoshan screamed and landed on the floor with a thud. His body shook with convulsions as he struggled against his traitorous muscles to stop the pain. As his movements finally slowed Ayme dropped her hand heavily into a puddle of blood and sweat, the wires followed suit. The energy still crackled as the wire whipped around searching for purchase in the ruined room.

Her eyes turned to Joza and could see the Zeltron remove the hand of her Rodian attacker. Keeno was still screaming in fury but his eyes turned towards the padawan and burned with renewed fight.

Ayme placed her right palm against the floor and pushed up, she had to use her elbow of her left arm but was able to roll to her knees. Chairs which were somehow still upright were within her reach and she used their slightly more stable frame to slowly rise to her feet. Her robes were completely soaked and her vision blurred from pain and exhaustion but she was standing and that was enough to remind her of who she was. Ayme was a survivor, she had lived through pain, destruction and so many deaths. This little skirmish was not going to be the end of that legacy.

Her hand outstretched and her lightsaber flew into her palm. Her face winced at the strain in her muscles but she refused to let that stop her as she made her way over to Keeno. She reached Joza's side just before the red lightsaber ignited in the Rodian's only remaining hand. "You looked like you could use some company. Let's kick this guys ass and I'll find a bar," she looked down at her robe briefly, "without a dress code, and buy you a drink."

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[Joza Perl]

Hearing Ayme’s voice brought Joza back to reality, the sound of rushing blood leaving her ears quickly. She winced when the depth of Keeno’s rage induced screams reached her ears, afraid of the fury that was behind them. She wondered if the loss of his hand would even slow him down enough, as angry as she had made him.

Even though they were both heavily injured, Joza felt her anxiety lessen a little. Two against one was always better, right? She tried to give Ayme a smile in response to her quip but couldn’t find the will to in the moment. The Zeltron felt like she’d need more than a drink after this.

Slightly more level-headed, the pink Padawan was able to register Keeno’s incoming strike. The Rodian had managed to get back to his feet, though he was somewhat unsteady on his feet from rising too quickly. Joza was too green to be able to detect anything but obviously terrible posture, so she couldn’t take advantage of his imbalance. All she saw was the red lightsaber streaking toward her, fueled by the Rodians’s wrath. She raised her saber to parry it away, but the force behind it was too strong and she ended up being pushed back.

Jedi and Sith charged at each other at the same time, the urge to win and the will to live burning behind two sets of eyes. The tip of Joza’s saber reached Keeno first, aiming for his chest but grazing the side of his cheek instead, as he had done to her. The sudden searing pain was enough to cause him to give pause.

At that moment, the scent of the the Trandoshan’s cooked flesh hit her nose and she felt her stomach turn. Taking a wobbling step back, Joza heaved for a few moments before giving a strained cough and vomiting. She stared dazedly down at her robes, the front of which now had a bile stain on them. …Yeah, better find a bar with no dress code. Or a laundromat.

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