Operation Morning Star [SJO vs. TSE]

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: Concordia - Outside Fortress Imperious​

Ally(s): [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]​

Enemy: [member="Darth Prazutis"]​

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Gear: Fate's Dance | Kervanos | Svalinn | Nephil & Seraph | Angel's Dance | Claimoh Solais | 4 x Shiva Knives | Twin Burners​

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It felt like all colour had been stripped from the world, all love and happiness fleeing from the presence from the man in front of her. No, not a man, this was the Dark Sun that haunted her nightmare’s made flesh, not a man though a monster, a creature of agony and horror made flesh. Not even flesh, she could hear the heavy thump of his footfall as the Dark Sun appeared, looming above the men around him like some giant out of myth, a titan. Yet even that gigantic frame wasn’t enough to contain the sheer level of darkness that seemed to make up the man, his mere presence battering on her senses.

It was honestly like nothing she’d ever experienced before, not on Azure when she’d thrown her spirit at him, not when facing any Sith before. It was all she could do to stay on her feet in his presence as the goliath strode towards them. The pink-haired Jedi could feel her breath catching on her lips, limbs shaking as the Dark Sun’s mask slowly turned towards her. She could see his burning gaze behind it, fiery eyes filled with hate and anger she could only imagine.

The bow and arrow in her hands shook, a scant comfort to the Jedi even as she nocked the bow, drawing the arrow back till she could feel the fletching tickling her cheek. She knew Yuroic had only been trying to help, to protect her, but what protection could there be from a darkness this absolute? She tried to calm herself enough to focus, to take the shot that her father had demanded, even as a part of her railed against his command. The bow was his weapon, not hers, not at a time like this. The young Jedi wanted to flee and charge the Dark Sun in equal measure, wanted to do something, to cut him to pieces with her own hands, to prove to herself that the fear, the petrification was all in her head. That she didn’t need to be protected, that she could handle any threat out there, that she could handle the Dark Sun.

It was a worthy wish, one true to the code of the Jedi, to stand before the dark unbowed and hold it back. It was a wish that had never accounted for the Shadowhand, for the darkness that was just too great, that washed over you, suffocating and drowning out positive emotions by his mere presence. And then he spoke, the monster’s attention fully on the girl. It felt like there were only the two of them in the world, his words sweet, like honey pulling at her guard, at all those carefully constructed walls she’d built in her hind. Did she really need them? Maybe he was right, maybe she should give in, stop resisting but…she could remember it, remember the cold touch of death as she’d drifted away. Everynight, every second she closed her eyes Asaraa could still see it, that river of souls flowing past her away from her. The innocent this man had slaughtered without a second thought, all those innocents that she’d failed to protect.

Tears blurred the Jedi’s vision the emotion she’d barely been able to hold back overwhelming her as the world around Asaraa seemed to blur and shift. They weren’t on Concordia anymore; it was another world. The Jedi could feel the life teeming all around her as something, some force beyond her control directed her gaze upwards just as the first turbolasers fell. All that life. All those souls.

There were no weapons in her hands, the force remained just out of touch, almost taunting her with its presence. All there was the monster burning with the dark side next to her and death. Nothing but death as the fleet in orbit wiped out the city, wiped out every innocent soul on the planet. Every child’s fear, every mother’s desperation as she threw herself over her children every father’s anguish as he watched helplessly as the beams of light wiped out his family like a god’s judgment hurled from on high.

Asaraa felt it all, each emotion ripping through her like a knife, flensing the young Jedi’s soul, her mind to shreds, a hoarse scream escaping from her lips as she sank to her knees, the arrow she’d previously drawn sailing towards the Armour Clad monstrosity as the bow fell unheeded from her hands as they came up to clasp her head. Tears rans from the young Jedi’s eyes as the emotional assault torn her apart, tore apart those walls that she’d built so long ago to protect herself. Long hair fell over Asaraa’s face, her lips drawn back in a rictus of pain as all those memories swirled loose, memories of a Jedi, Memories of a Sith, memories of a slaughter she’d never witnessed sprung loose, whirling around her mind as she bent under the weight of the emotion, of the storm that had been unleashed scouring her mind of all conscious thought.

All she could feel was death and pain never ending.

 

[WelshPsych]

Location: Concordia
Allies: [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Objective: Cause a distraction
Equipment: Ranger Armour, Lightsabers

A sigh of relief crossed Yuroic's expression as he watched Asaraa take his bow and arrows. He held his Lightsaber firmly in his hand as he walked forward, the connection to the Force was slowly returning to him as he got further away from the voidstone. The blast of Dark Side energy hit Yuroic hard, he was nearly blown back as the Dark Side energy surrounded him. It was an energy he was not unfamiliar with, he recognised a power this strong before, the same power had come from the Sith Emperor, it wasn't just that the physical appearance reminded Yuroic of the Emperor but the Force coming from the Sith Lord was similar to the Sith Emperor as well. It seemed impossible that another could be as powerful as the Emperor. Unless, unless it was another Zambrano, and the only one it could be was the Emperor's uncle Prazutis. This was not going to be a fight that Yuroic was going to do well in if this was the case. He had lucked out facing the Emperor, keeping his distance and using his arrows, to fight another powerful Zambrano was risky, likely suicidal but Yuroic couldn't let fear dictate his actions. He had to keep his family safe.

Even though the voidstone arrows had diminished his connection to the Force, he had been able to tell how terrified Asaraa was. It solidified his decision on keeping her back and to join him when she was ready, he couldn't risk his daughter's safety in this fight. Yuroic stepped toward the giant man, he was tall, in Yuroic's mind too large in figure, it almost made Yuroic look tiny in comparison. However, this didn't phase the older Jedi, or at least his outer appearance didn't reveal that he was afraid. In fact, he had an air of confidence ebbing from him, it was odd that his confidence was so high when he was facing death. Holding his Lightsaber tight in his grip, he looked up to the large figure as he moved in closer. He could sense that Asaraa was struggling, she was afraid, almost froze to the spot in fear of this man while Yuroic stared this being that proclaimed to be death incarnate. A smirk crossed Yuroic's lips as he stood as tall as he could. "I do not fear death Sith. Fearing death is folly, it is inevitable, only the Sith fear something that is inevitable." Yuroic mocked in a cool tone.

"If you like to surrender and you know, not have to face defeat, then now is your chance." Yuroic twirled his Lightsaber around side to side, preparing himself for the fight that he was going to face. His mind flickered to his loved ones before he shook his head. He needed to focus on the fight, pooling the Force into his body, Yuroic allowed himself to embrace both the Dark Side and the Light Side, revealing that he was Grey to the Sith. Not tied to any one side and embracing all sides of the Force, the Force Lightning crackling down his left arm before striking at the legs of the Sith Lord. It wasn't a strong attempt to attack the Sith Lord with the lightning, instead a mere distraction so that he could leap up high and slash at the Sith Lord's face. He needed to keep the Sith distracted for Asaraa's arrow to have a chance at hitting the Sith.

"So, are all Zambranos this big, ugly and ridiculous? I fought Carnifex, or as you know him Kaine, unless you have a cute pet name? I bet you Zambranos have cute pet names, you have to since there are so many!" Yuroic exclaimed as he moved around the Sith Lord, testing blows against the armour and testing the Sith Lord with how fast the large being was. "Anyways, Kaine has a very similar Force signature as yours so I am guessing that you must be family and since records only state there is only one Zambrano who could rival Kaine, must be that you are Prazutis. Do you have a cute pet name, Prazutis is a little mouthful." Yuroic mocked, it was a technique to put his opponent act more irrationally and make a mistake. It was also an attempt to distract Prazutis from the incoming arrow that Asaraa fired at the Sith Lord.

 

[Romi Jade]

Romi crashed her blade against Mishel's, using the rush of energy flowing through and the combined momentum to open their scuffle -- she got no spark and only the loud and resonating hiss-crack from a collision of the blades. She dropped back two steps, catching her stray glance as her scarlet blade came up in a guard high by her right ear.

"I--"

“Never thought MIshel was as weak as that. To come back to be something less than a Jedi.” Coren stated as he started stepping forward, his lightsaber in hand, as his cloak released from him. “When she could be so much more than what you are.”

"Coren! You're not helping!"

Regardless both of them had fought with one another to the point where they could work in tandem easily, she lurched back to provide the necessary quick opening for his tailwind attack -- She spun around his form clockwise, and as she completed the circle, she whipped her blade through a leveled arc in the air before her and after Starchaser.

Though Mish or Mežsrožu was quicker and much more solid than they expected off bat. In that span of several minutes, the group shifted from defense to attack, and through a myriad modes of each. With Romi being the one to handle the counter, a subtle bend of her waist allowed her to move just out of the blades way, before she brought her own down on top; she stiffened her blade arm and arced her wrist up to hold Mish in a blade lock.

"Please, do tell me how much Mishel has failed you, it just makes me all warm and fuzzy on the inside."

"Mish...you didn't fail anyone. I-I know you're in there, and listen to me, you don't have to be anyone's pawn. Come back with us..."

[member="Coren Starchaser"]
[member="Mishel Kryze"]

(Sorry! I didn't realize it was my turn)

 

[Maia Halos]

Beskar Mines
Allies: TSE
Enemies: SJO [member="Kenth Typho"]

She didn't want to kill him.

Oh, not because she didn't want to kill, or that it had anything to do with HIM.

But because she wanted to know still who this was and just what the frek he was doing here. A chance to practice mentalism more perhaps? Her master had said it was an area she could stand to work on further and unfortunately sometimes the act of practice was particularly difficult on the subject being practiced on. She could practice with someone better than her, sure, but they were still the one in control. Perhaps practice some good deep rooting.

Maia blinked.

And recoiled ever so slightly. The surprise clear across her face.

I'm sorry wha-

The sith knight went flying across the room. She managed, just in time, to throw up a cushion of telekinesis behind her, softening her collision with the wall. All of her attention suddenly and aggressively on not being knocked at high speed into ROCK. Then

WHOOM

The second one spun her around in midair. Snatching at one of her sabers with the Force, she ignited it and sent it spiraling in a low arc toward his knees, slicing through the air. Reaching out she cocooned herself right before she smacked into the wall. Too much of her attention on flinging the saber, she hit harder than she wanted to, knocking the wind out of her.

Precious seconds.

 

[Kenth Typho]

Beskar Mines
Allies: SJO
Enemies: TSE -- [member="Maia Halos"]

This was what Kenth lived for.

It was just something he didn't like to admit.

Not the intelligence gathering or the cloak-and-dagger rodeo. Not the hiding in the trenches. The mud deep around your ankles, while you try to survive. Blaster shots running above your head. Mortars booming, while praying the heavens wouldn't bring death to you. No, it was this. The struggle against a stronger predator. Oh, she was a young girl, but he had seen her eyes. Dead things. Black pitch that swallowed you whole and left nothing in its wake. This one would have executed him without a second thought. She wouldn't even remember his face the next day.

In his mad dash Kenth almost missed the leaping stride of the lightsabre. Flying hard and fast at him. It was by sheer reflexes that he managed to jump over it. A sheering pain ran through his hinterleg. The sabre had just managed to clip him- burning through the weaker parts of the duraplast.

A grimace, but nothing to do about it now.

Not while his running stretch already moved him towards her.

The second blast hit her straight. Spinning her around, before she smacked into the wall. There were only a few seconds left.... and there Kenth was already. His fist already launched like a piston at her gut. You could almost miss the electric sheen around the armored knuckles. Ionic discharge. If connecting properly? It would hopefully keep her dazed, so she can't bring up those other lightsabres. This close to each other they were both glass cannons.

His physical strength, but her Force strength.

No room for error.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Mežsrožu could not help but to throw her head back and laugh, "typical Jedi, oh how deep ignorance does run - truly it is how your order thrives these days, is it not?" Mežsrožu was capable of deflecting Master Starchaser and on his next attack she blocked with precision, she let loose a Cheshire cat grin. "Mishel is many things, but her ability to predict is often less of a thought, it's messy - uncoordinated, and lastly - unskilled." Whereas the brunette now in a call to Force drew heat from her blade igniting fire along its edges. Makashai had been one of Mishel's finer talents but not one of the Sith, it was one of the Ren and it wasn't a style that Mežsrožu was ready to use - not yet.

As lightsabers thrummed against one another, sparks flew and embers caught on vapers grew into flames as they danced around the trio now. "Oh, but Master Jade - Starchaser is helping, he is quite the helpful man." Starchaser's words severed Mishel's hope like a knife placed between the third and fourth rib of a man, now poised to strike. A gruttal laughter emitted from Mežsrožu at that moment she flourished with each progressing moment. It was as if [member="Darth Carnifex"] had taken her on personally, but still, there was a flicker of hazel green - a flicker that Mishel had not yet given up this fight. Flames now encircled the three of them and licked at the air like a dog to a bowl of water.

Another clash, and this time Master Jade and Mežsrožu's blades were locked one against the other, "but do tell me why should I entertain such treacherous talk? Explain to me once more Master Jade, the promises of the light, the promises of walking the path of the Jedi - because I can promise you."

She pushed Master Jade and Starchaser back with a telekinetic blast, "they've all turned into lies, the very lies that brought down the Republic, the very lies that tore through the Alliance and will bring down your Order." Where they stood now threatened to crack and the dark side corruption grew stronger. Mežsrožu emanated power and no longer hid the strength of the Force that she had gained in her time with the Sith. Tortured, trained, broken and brought back - beaten and reminded of who and what she was, a monster. A monster whose place was to bring down the light - to take what had not rotted the core and destroy it. To replace it with order the very order her father Sieger Ren once tried to instill, and would now be left to her.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Romi Jade"]

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Amidst a maelstrom of swirling darkness came the flickers of dampening light. The small presence of the vampiric void stone began it's work to gradually leech the potency of the enormity surrounding them. If they were looking for a reaction or any sign of frustration from the behemoth standing before them, they would be sorely mistaken. The Sith Lord showed no visible reaction to the void stones presence giving more of a feeling that they stood against a force of nature and its inevitability than an actual being. There were many sides to the complex being that was the Lord of Lies. among them was the dominion he held over death itself. In this mountainous setting they faced a coldness that eclipsed the frigid weather as he moved like a silent monolith, words wouldn't be spoken from the Shadow Hand's mouth not even as his opponent so defiantly toyed with him, his clever words designed to taunt and pull on the titan to draw him headlong into conflict. But the master of death didn't speak nor did his charge waver not even as ozone exploded and the blue crackling lightning surged towards his legs. As the electricity impacted with his form it only served to bring more questions, the armor dulling some of the severe impact while the copper faraday cage protected it's electronics. Did the giant feel the pain at all? Rumors abound of the Mountain who conquered pain itself were brought to the forefront as the Shadow Hand didn't so much as grunt in the face of the blast, his form convulsed at the lightning touched but he carried it through his momentum.

Then he brought the greatsword down.

Daesumnor was a massive weapon and when it was wielded by the Shadow Hand it gifted him with an immense amount of reach over ten feet of reach with the immense weapon. As the jedi jumped with his ignited lightsaber the runeblade came crashing down as he came in. If it struck it would be the weight of a very heavy blade against weightless lightsabers, the consequences of such an impact were almost certainly severe. What was more startling however was the giants reflexes as he caught the arrow out of the air, the powerful leeching void stone ripped at his inner resolve, pulling at the banks of accumulated energy from the environment surrounding them. But while the damage it inflicted was already done it wouldn't get the chance to magnify its presence before he spun it around and launched it at high speed right towards the young pink haired jedi that fired it in the first place.

[member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] ​

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Starchaser knew that the galaxy was moving around him, that his fight for the Light against the Dark competed with the lives of those around him. The wars didn’t always bring peace and he was starting to see that now. Fighting the Sith, that was what he was here for, but he didn’t need to be bringing the whole of Jedi Orders and galactic superpowers into the fight. He knew that he had to fight back the darkness, but if he could bring the enemy off their game?

Then that was what was needed. It was that Form Zero life he was never good at.

But he’d be better at that than actually fighting her. As the blast came from Mishel, the Starchaser grinned as he was pushed back. Allowing the Force to help guide his tumble, as well as he could. The Jedi wasn’t expecting it like that but he already had something else planned. Holding his hand up, he was letting loose a flash of bright energy. It stemmed from the Force, and the light side, but it was more intended to disorient and delay. This wasn’t a fight that was going to be won through combat.

“Your life isn’t over yet, Mishel. You’re not a failure.” If anything, it was his fault. And he knew that. He approached, with his lightsaber extinguished, but the Force enveloping him against the darkness.

[member="Mishel Kryze"] [member="Romi Jade"]

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: Concordia - Outside Fortress Imperious
Ally(s): [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
Enemy: [member="Darth Prazutis"]

Gear: Fate's Dance | Kervanos | Svalinn | Nephil & Seraph | Angel's Dance | Claimoh Solais | 4 x Shiva Knives | Twin Burners

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Death and pain, a sea of darkness that seemed to stretch out to the horizon, met by the dark storm clouds that filled the sky. Bright lightning the only source of light in the mindscape, casting patterns in the ocean of darkness that surrounded her, tried to pull her under. A choir of screams rose to answer the girl’s own pained cries, the voices of her victims, of those that she’d failed before waiting there beneath the surface. A million ghostly forms reaching for her with their ethereal limbs, their touch cold and clammy, grasping at her flesh as her head was pulled under water, struggling to the surface only to be drawn under again. The cold fingers of panic slipped down her spine, grasping at her thoughts, driving all rational thought out of her mind. She was left with near animal struggles, her hands clawing at the water, that wasn’t really water, the darkness and fear closing in on her as the horizon got closer and closer, hands stilling as she slipped beneath the surface once more, her body freezing under the assault of the darkness.

A hand grasping at her own, an illusory smile pitying and patronizing but genuine all the same, one final pull above the water. One final assault that shattered the walls she’d constructed around the memories in her head, freeing them from their prison as they spread like a liquid, finding nooks and crags in her head. She could remember the woman’s life now, the life she’d stopped short when she took this body. She could remember glorying in death and destruction, face painted with blood teeth bared as she killed with a gesture, a thought, killed without remorse. A darkness, an anger the likes of which she’d never known, hatred for the one who’d put her here. Beneath it the Jedi, looking out with sadness, a sadness so deep, so profound that it threatened to swallow her as much as the anger. The sorrow of a life wasted, corrupted by the sith…a potential lost.

No more.

Crystal blue eyes snapped open, watching an arrow fly, a sword fall. The Jedi way was sacrifice, the protection of others, there was no choice here, not really. Asaraa opened her mind to the maelstrom ripping through her mindscape, to the turbulent energies of the force that surrounded her as her hands came up. A hiss of pain slipped from her lips as the arrow found it’s target, slicing across her bicep as it drove itself through her arm.

It wouldn’t change anything, she couldn’t make another choice. Tendrils of the force lashed out around the greatsword, the weight of the girl’s mind and experience, her entire presence in the force thrown against the blade, against the Dark Sun’s strength, pressing down on the blade as she sagged down to one knee. Fighting to provide an opening, to take the weapon away from the monster who had been unleashed.

 

[WelshPsych]

Location: Concordia
Allies: [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Prazutis"]

As the arrow whistled to its target, Yuroic watched as the Sith gripped the arrow and then launched it back at Asaraa. Yuroic yelled in warning to Asaraa as he could feel the frustration building in his body, his gaze darkened as he parried the attacks from the large Sith, his sword was too heavy for Yuroic's Lightsaber to block head on but he could parry and dodge the attacks best he could. It was harder than he had anticipated since the Sith was fast with the very heavy blade, much faster than Yuroic thought a standard human would be. He breathed out as he slipped back and clipped his Lightsaber, his anger built in him, this wasn't natural and he could just get flashbacks to Mirial and Commenor where he faced something unnaturally and deeply connected to the Dark Side. Back then he had been weaker, his skills less refined and yet still he could not match the Dark Side. What was he doing that was wrong? How could he still be too weak to stop the Dark Side from hurting those that he loved?

His anger, hatred were fuelling his movements, his attacks became more aggressive but still remained skilful and precise with each strike. Honing his emotions to guide his blade with more strength as he attacked this voiceless monster. Looking over to Asaraa, she was hurt but not dangerous so, calling out to her through the Force "Asaraa! Focus up, come help me fight this Sith, we can take him on together." He focused back on the Sith, as a strike hit his parry, breaking through and slashing his armour, fortunately the cut damaged the armour but didn't break the skin. He could sense the strength of the Dark Side pouring from the blade and knew that he didn't want to risk getting cut but he wasn't sure that he could keep this pace up. Hopefully Asaraa would provide help and they could tackle this Sith as a team.