Populate ORDER-chaos-Harmony || CIS Populate of Javin [ KO ]

[Lunara Azure]

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Wearing: Tempest Mantle | Tempestas​

Tagging: Felix Aquila | William Bradley​

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There was something about stepping onto the surface of a new planet, a sense of potential wating, of a breath held. Would it devolve into an all-out war? Would it be a celebration? A peaceful exchange of ideas? Oftimes you didn't know until you'd taken those first steps, until you experience something noew.

Sometimes.

This wasn't one of those times.

The Knights Obsidian had been called out enmasse by the Lord Commander to answer the call of the force. An urgent command which seemed to thrum through the sea of energy that washed through the galaxy, a current that drew all those who were able to answer to the planet of Christophis. The Knights had rarely gathered such force in one place, an army capable of rending and twisting the very fabric of the universe. A single Master of the Force was capable of acts that could twist reality around them, and there was more than one Master here. A tsunami of power answering the beacon that had pulsed out through the force.

Lunara could feel all those individuals, all those eddies of power swirling around her as she stepped through the door to the hidden structure, eyes closing for a moment against the storm that seemed to be brewing on the planet. Every breath filled with the potential for chaos, for destruction that seemed to hang in the air. It felt like pinpricks walking down her back, a sensation that left her feeling a little nervous, a little unsettled. Emotions the blonde wasn't used to feeling.

They ere here to meet one of those forces, a mote of light amongst the sea of stars gathered here, Felix Aquila. A pulse from her commlink alerted him to her presence as she reached out through the force for a moment before her senses recoiled from the power filling the air around her.

Blue eyes closed for a moment before she took a deep breath, tilting her head back to look up at the giant who was following behind her.

"This might be one of those situations where you might need your sword."

Her hand tightened on her staff as she took a step forward, hearing the strangled scream of one of the knights, the serpentine hiss of the statues as they came to life. Creaking across the bridge. Lunara was sure she'd had a nightmare like this before, her hand making a quick gesture as a bolt of fire formed in the air, lashing out against the stony flesh of the serpent. Dissipating without leaving even a burn.

"Well…it wasn't ever gonna be that easy was it?"

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[John Locke]

Wearing: Would you believe, a suit?​

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Location: Locke and Key Offices | Theed | Naboo
Tagging: Alessandra Creed
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There were times that John regretted his inability to touch the force, that energy that so many of his friends and colleagues wielded with barely a thought. Times like this where he was forced to sit behind, to keep the home fires burning while they put their lives on the line. There wasn't anything that he could do but sit and wait, watch the comms feeds coming in and trying to keep a track of the mission. He couldn't help them from here but if something came up, he wanted to be aware, to mobilise what assistance he could.

At times like this, his staff knew better than to interrupt him, to disrupt his thoughts unless it was an emergency. Only Gianna Aegis could normally penetrate the cloak of silence which he wrapped around himself, walking through the defences like she always did. Well, Gianna Aegis and apparently Alessandra Creed wielding threats.

The face that greeted Alessandra when John returned her call held not a trace of warmth or compassion. It was the face of the Exarch, of the businessman whose reputation left entire boards trembling. A mask that showed not a trace of emotion baring the cold light dancing in the backs of his dark eyes.

"Minister Creed. You wanted my attention, you have it. Speak quickly."

A blade drawn should be used, Alessandra had threatened him and it was only the respect he held for her that kept John from retaliating in kind.

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[William Bradley]

Wearing: Uniform, Swords
CHRISTOPHSIS
Lunara Azure , Felix Aquila​

Stepping down behind the young lithe body of his master, he, in turn, was a hulking brute in the eyes of those who would see him, the uniform he wore hiding most of his figure, only his towering height showing any sign of the power that was underneath, even if he didn't have the force to aid him he was a force to be reckoned with.

His eye scanned throughout the area as he followed Lady Azure, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword as he felt the typhoon of clashing force auras swirling around him, whether it was those of the force users, or from the planet itself, they all became entangled and separate at an instance.

His attention drew around him as the serpentine hiss hit his ears, his hand clutching the hilt of his swords as he drew them as his master had asked for them. stepping forth he watched as his master without a mere flick slashed down a serpentine beast with a flick. His swords slashed out towards another one of the former statues turned to flesh. His swords met spear as he struck down with both blades, his strength overwhelming the serpent as he clenched his teeth, his swords pushing the spear to the floor before he reached out with his elbow slamming it into the beasts face before he slashed across with his swords, slicing the base of the beast's neck clean off.

"This galaxy has never been an easy place master, you of all know that as well as I." He said, not even letting out a breath of effort as he took his place next to his master, his swords towards his side as he poised himself for the next monster to attempt to strike at the pair, as the room full of Knights moved to the defensive.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

T A M A N E N

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The corridor became a crowded place fast Mishel worked fast to disable security. Corral them into rooms where she could lock the door she needed a clear path to Sotta. She could hear the Majordomo now over the intercoms. Whispers that Sotta had found a large cache of artifacts from the days of Seiger Ren ran rampant throughout the personnel sent to dispatch her. Not good. Seiger was a secretive type, of course, being as he led the First Order of all nations - he harbored all sorts of artifacts but those dealing with the Ren? Whatever it is, she couldn't let Sotta get his mitts on it, knowing him he'd sell it, and then it'd be in the hands of Force knows who.

From the long corridor Mishel found herself in a small hub that broke down into a few more hubs. She focused a moment with the Force before making the decision to keep heading straight, only to find more security heading her way. Mishel vaulted over most and sent out a telekinetic wave to keep them down as she landed back on the ground and sprinted toward her objective. The sublevel of the palace was a lot bigger than Mishel thought it would be. There were other lifts and corridors as she ran through and if it wasn't for her abilities. Mishel most likely would have gotten lost.

 

[Laneya Wexler]

Tag: Taiia Locke | Allyson Locke | Kristyl Arenais



It seemed to be that a trip anywhere would never just be a trip somewhere for Laneya. Ever since that morning she had been found in that old diner and told that her little gift was Force related, nothing had been normal since. Every place she went seemed to have purpose for one reason or another, and while at times she did not like the feeling of being out of control of her own path, there seemed to be little she could do to stop it. So when Taiia had told not only herself, but the other, younger student in her tutelage that they would be accompanying her on this journey, Lana had not expected a delicate field trip. And rightly so.

While she had been considerably chatty - for her - on the journey, arriving and following along behind not only Taiia but the infamous Allyson too made her quiet. She felt...strange here. The Force was something Lana did not understand, being brought up only knowing the bare minimum of it's existence, but this place had her on edge almost immediately. And that did not ebb as they reached this temple. Delicate brows pulled downward in the middle, and the girl's head tilted ever so slightly to the side.

"What...is that?" she asked aloud to her mentor. There was some mix of confusion and concentration on her face. "Do you hear that?" she didn't ask anyone in particular this time, but surely she couldn't be the only one, right? Lana's mouth closed and a soft hum vibrated her vocal chords, matching whatever it was she was hearing. No words, just the tune she could hear, where ever it was coming from. Strange, almost haunting...

Which came to a gasping halt moments later. The door had opened? How did she miss that? "What?" she asked Kristyl since she had been addressed, and then her gaze shifted forward to see the others springing into action. It caused Lana to take a half step back. What happened, how did she miss that? Hell, what were those? "What the hell happened?"

But her confusion wasn't what Kristyl needed right now, so Lana's expression hardened a little, "Right now, we stay out of the way." she told the younger girl. The pair of them were not equipped for whatever that was. "Unless opportunity for us to help presents itself." Of course Lana didn't know how they could be of help to Masters in this sort of admittedly terrifying position, but stranger things had happened.

 

[Vanya Aklin]

F O C U S E D

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Tag: Gerwald Lechner | Kyyrk | Taiia Locke | Kristyl Arenais | Laneya Wexler

It would come as no surprise to learn that it had been the Solanaceae who had been the first to hear the echos - and familiar had those whispers been to the Nightmother. She had been touched by death, had been one with the Nether, and she understood what it meant to feel it at that moment. She was a woman under no obligation but bought the echoes to the attention of others, to the Lord Commander with his flippant disrespect of Nightsisters because of the actions of one woman. Whatever emotions lay between them, it hadn't mattered. The Nightmother stood present at his side.

She had been silent for the journey and had not spoken as there was nothing to be said. She moved with the group, undisturbed by the cold despite the goosebumps that rose along tattooed skin. As if the cold bothered her. A pyromancer never felt the chill of winter or the bite in a gust of icy with, and with the spirit of Vahl blessing her, residing within her, her soul was always aflame. Echos and whispers we heard she scanned the area around them but she did not hesitate - strides were confident, carrying her at the side of Gerwald Lechner and Kyyrk as they entered first.

Once within her head had been on a swivel, obsidian hues taking in all that was on display; how the air was alive with sensations not seen but felt. Temples were seldom as mundane as they appeared to be. In many cultures, temples were sacred places - hallowed ground. Home to centuries of history, and dangerous secrets, and shelter to the guardians that protected them. As though to bring life to these thoughts her gaze snapped in the direction of the Titans as she heard that serpentine hiss, the sound of stone grinding on stone as they had come to life.

The Nightmothers eyes threatened to roll at some of the comments made by those younger, less world-weary. Perhaps if she had not been raised on Dathomir, where fear would get one killed, she may have been more sympathetic. "Help if you can otherwise stay out of the way." She said as she moved past Kristyl Arenais and Laneya Wexler to stand at Taiia's side. Her words were harsh but the intention was to keep Taiia's focus on the threat, not where the teenagers were and what danger they were in.

As Taiia's lightning branched through the darkness Vanya allowed herself a moment to breath slower, to centre herself, to align mind, body, and spirit. Obsidian hues closed as she opened herself to the Force, to the spirits, allowing all to move through her. She heard something - humming or was it chanting? A ritual? Smoke billowed around her hands moments before fire burst from her awaiting palms in blazing, flickering flames. "Murus Ignis."

The flames dripped from her hands like lava, spreading across the floor before a wall of fire had been conjured in the path of the advancing Titans. With another word it has been thrown forward, both hands poised out in front of the Nightmother, intending to engulf both Titans and whatever serpents were conjured and keep them at bay on the bridge.

Even stone would break beneath the flames of an apocalypse.
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[Kaalia Pavanos]

Ishana Pavanos

"Can you believe it? Twenty years..."

Looking back, Kaalia did not have much good to say about her years with the First Order. It was a mold she never managed to fit into and that often resulted in tensions between herself and those who were supposed to be her closest allies. The blind fanaticism of those around her had been off-putting, yet there was little she was able to do about it other than simply dealing with the irreconcilable differences the best she could. Ultimately, she was fighting for a cause she did not truly believe in with all her heart, something that only had one possible result- a complicated departure.

Because of the First Order, Kaalia ended up meeting the woman she had been married to for twenty years now. Her life today would have been unrecognizable had she never joined their ranks when she did. Today, she returned to the place where one of the first steps towards the life she had now was taken. What was supposed to be one night had turned into infinitely more.

Darth Daiara ' wellbeing still worried her, but for now Kaalia could give those thoughts a rest. There was little she could do when it came to her daughter, so the distraction was a very welcome one. A trip down memory lane in a literal sense, before the butterflies had turned into a matured, steady love.

"I remember looking over this river from the hotel room." As she peered across the water once again, though this time from much closer, Kaalia recalled the picture like it had been yesterday. To think more than twenty years had passed since then felt close to absurd. "What a night that was..."

Kaalia's gaze changed focus, moving from the river to the woman she was with. Ishana was the reason why Kaalia was able to build the life she had always wanted. Without her, she had no doubt that her soul would have been claimed by the deepest recesses of the Dark side long ago.

She adored Ishana in every possible way. And so, looking at her, all she could do was smile.

"So how could I ever forget?"

 

[Ascendant Muse]

CHRISTOPHSIS - ABOVE

The Knights Obsidian began their battle.

The Feminine Titan found its spear immediately at the mercy of an Obsidian Lord. The Force shrieked out in opposition to its slaughter, attempting to pry the weapon from its grasp. It tugged back, pulling against the efforts of Kyyrk - which rooted it in place. As if seeing this vital opportunity manifest, others from the Knighthood launched their assault. Taiia Locke cast holy lightning across the gap, all of which collided thunderously with its form. Meanwhile, flames from Lunara Azure bounced harmlessly off of its stone exterior. Moreover, a devastating frontal assault was launched by William Bradley who literally severed the beast's head and retreated back towards his fellows.

The Feminine Titan, now headless, impaled the ground with its spear. The Bridge shuddered at the impact. And in the darkness, cracks began to form across the structure. From where its head once stood, ichor began to leak profusely, causing its movements to become erratic. This may have manifested as another opening, until the Masculine Titan stepped in.

Against the Hellfire of the Nightmother did it launch forward. It stood in front of the Feminine Titan and slammed its Tower shield into the ground. More cracks. More shuddering. Yet worse still, the Shield brimmed with might. A dome erected about them, concocted of the Force, which allowed them to withstand the wall of infernal wrath from the Nightmother. They did not wait for a counter assault. The Masculine Titan then took off in a dangerous sprint.

A Knight tried to impede its advance, attempting to use her saber to cleave its shield in two. Yet her blade bounced off harmlessly. Her form was then broken against the shield. The impact was that of a freight train pounding into her bones. And now, the Titan was making a straight line for where the youngest of the Knights stood behind their Masters.

And whilst the Masculine Titan charged, the Feminine Titan raised its spear and slammed it into the bridge. Again. And Again. And again.

They had to end this quickly, or they would all fall into the abyss.

Kyyrk | Josiah | Abel Denko | Luna Evanstance | Narissa Jondi | Alessandra Creed | Felix Aquila | Mishel Kryze | Gerwald Lechner | Vitaara Oduro | Ishana Pavanos | Nine Lives | Taiia Locke | Allyson Locke | Kristyl Arenais | Laneya Wexler | Lunara Azure | William Bradley | John Locke | Vanya Aklin | Kaalia Pavanos​

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[Kyyrk]

F I G H T
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Kyyrk held his grip on the spear as long as he could, and his effort was rewarded by William Bradley as he severed the titan's head. But the fight would not end there. Nor, it seemed, would the titan. His hold broken, Kyyrk could only watch as the titan thrust its spear into the bridge. At the same time, the masculine titan slammed its shield into the crumbling surface. Why kill the Knights when they only needed to destroy the bridge? He stepped back, stowing his lightsaber on his shoulder. His blade would do him no good here, as evidenced by another Knight bravely charging the titan, only to be crushed against the charging shield.

Kyyrk thrust a hand forward, a torrent of Force Energy crashing forth, meeting the shield of the charging Titan with what he hoped would be equal force. But Kyyrk was never one to assume his enemies would lay down and die because he willed it. He spun around, using his momentum to throw another blast, and another. But then the female titan struck the bridge again.

And again.

They were going to bring the bridge down. If but one side was severed, the bridge would collapse under its own weight. Kyyrk stepped back, drawing a deep breath. His hands thrust down towards the bridge, elbows spread, and fingers splayed apart. He called upon the Force with all his might, WILLING the bridge to hold.

The Titans may be able to shatter the supports, but they would have to kill him in order to destroy the bridge entirely.

He could hold the bridge, but he did not know for how long. The strain was not terrible yet. But it was growing with each strike of the spear. All he could do was pray his allies would destroy the titans before he tired completely. For the sake of the Knights still caught on the bridge? He had to hold.

Josiah | Abel Denko | Luna Evanstance | Narissa Jondi | Alessandra Creed | Felix Aquila | Mishel Kryze | Gerwald Lechner | Vitaara Oduro | Ishana Pavanos | Nine Lives | Taiia Locke | Allyson Locke | Kristyl Arenais | Laneya Wexler | Lunara Azure | John Locke | Vanya Aklin | Kaalia Pavanos

 

[Felix Aquila]

O B J E C T I V E​

Tag Lunara Azure
Equipment:

• - Light-saber
• - Personal Shield
• - Armourweave Clothing

Felix would receive the chime from his comlink that someone to whom he was charged with the protection of had arrived, Lunara was widely considered a giant in the force, however, as he approached the roar of the mountains here began to sing louder through the force. The ground rumbled and splintered beneath their feet as beyond the bridge to their destination, two titanic golems tore free from the wall. Like the statue of Talos, clad in steel with distorted faces, the two of them would move to attack the party with everything they had.

A feminine one would find itself pinned, by several of the knights, arresting her spear and striking several nominally deadly blows against the creature before finally sheathing the weapon within her own chest. Felix's attention then turned to the male as it would rampage towards the front-lines, a knight sent to attack its shield to be discarded as if they were little more than meat to be roadkill along its path. Felix would let out a hand, telekinetic force wrapping around the body of the poor knight to break their fall and draw them back behind the lines to a place of relative safety.

Kyyrk seemed to have stalled the shielded behemoth, but even he was having trouble it seemed, lunging forth, Felix would let out a shout "Saber!" His hand poised to his side as though to draw a phantom sword, as he would grip the empty space, green fire would envelop his hand to his wrist revealing his saber, pressing down on the trigger the blade would glow its brilliant gold, a stunning replication of the sun above themselves in both image and purpose. Felix was a beacon, basked in sunlight, radiant, upon snowy mountaintops which were aglow with daylights solar kiss. This may as well have been a nexus in the force for him as he made his attack.

Reaching Kyyrks' side and passing him, Felix would focus on the light emitted by his weapon, flowing the light he had absorbed into its edge and compressing it, the wavelengths would merge, combining, compounding with the radiation of the sword and the abundance of the light in the air. For a moment, it would seem as though he warped space, the world being dragged into his weapon and stretched and contorted. But it was simply even more light being pooled inwards, warping the visions of those around him as a mirage.

Then Felix would strike once, from a distance.

An arc of compressed light and heat would launch for the shielded beast like force empowered plasma cutter, quick enough that the attack would be over in the blink of an eye. The cut was angled for what parts of its legs Vophs blast hopefully exposed as the monster attempted to push against it, while the beam of light he fired would burn hot and intense enough that it could warp or burn through the supports of the Palace on Naboo.

Felix would move to a combat ready stance, the light from him momentarily gone as he would launch the blast, as one were looking at him through a low saturation filter. His eyes, no longer radiant as the sparks would begin to return. Inhaling deeply once again to reignite the cinders of light stored within himself once more.
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[Gerwald Lechner]

"He snatched the spear from the Egyptian's hand and killed him with his own spear…"
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They followed him, despite the few who questioned his leadership. It had been his task to see this thing done, and if it killed him, Gerwald would see it through. Duty, the word had become something which created conflict within the wolf. He hated it, and yet he was obligated to it. @Naedira Dracath had been the example every Knight Obsidian should have followed. Duty was what made a Knight what they were. Those who lived to be the hero, or to prove how powerful they were, did not understand their purpose or calling.

Gerwald did not.

Naalol had taught him a valuable lesson. Duty to the Confedeacy and duty to her Knights always came first. It was why Gerwald cursed as the battle before him ensued. Few were successful in their attempts to fel the titans which attacked. Kyyrk demonstrated sound strategy even if it was reckless of his own safety. Lunara Azure relied on her sorcery to distract, while another decapitated the being.

The bridge Gerwald had crossed onto was no longer safe. As the headless titan beat against the structure the wolf could hardly keep his balance at first. He had been tempted to shift, but knew such a transition was foolish now. There was only one move for the wolf to make.

He gripped the ring in his hand, the one he always had with him. He muttered a wish, a soft prayer, hoping it would not fall on deaf ears.

"Catch me… unless you wish I join you much sooner than you hoped…"

With that, Gerwald called his hammer to hand. It had been a gift, and today it would be the weapon to save those on the bridge. Kyyrk would not hold it for much longer, and Felix Aquila would not stop it alone. No, there was only one course of action.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!"

The shout echoed through the hall as the Lord Commander charged the titan. With the force accelerating him, the wolf leaped into the air, swinging the hammer down upon the statues chest. It would likely fall and in doing so take the Lupine with her into the depths below.

 

[Rann Thress]

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The effects of the Cataclysm were still felt throughout Confederate Space. Multiple auxiliary KO bases were still quarantined, as was the old temple on Rannon. The Knights Obsidian still had not fully recovered from the event, and likely wouldn’t for quite some time, and Rann doubted they could survive a second…

It was because of this doubt that Rann made haste towards Christophsis when word arrived of a discovery there. Uncertain of its nature yet unnerved all the same, Rann arrived upon the planet and made his way towards the gathering of Knights Obsidian. He gave a curt nod towards @Kyrrk, followed by another to Lord Commander Gerwald Lechner . He kept quiet as the Lord Commander advanced into the unknown, followed by Kyrrk, and Rann took the opportunity to advance as well.

Thanks to his mask, light levels weren’t necessarily a problem. It had a very basic Low Light Level vision that helped acclimate him to the darker conditions, allowing him to see the cavernous room.

“Lovely architecture,” he mused quietly, his voice metallic from his mask. He spotted the statues at the far end and silently studied them. They were beautiful and mesmerizing. Great detail and design with exceptional accents upon the edges. And the weaponry.

“Hmm,” Rann ran his hand across what would be his chin were he not wearing the mask. “What is thi-” he began, yet stopped when the statues began to...to move.

“What the hell are THO-” came the cry from one of the younger knights as the statue seemingly commanded the Force and pulled the poor soul onto the Spear. Rann stared with eyes wide at the sight, not fully comprehending before the rest of the Knights sprang into action. Rann was amazed by the speed with which they had decided that victory be the only course, and with a quiet sigh, he joined them. Keeping his lightsabers deactivated, he opted instead to rely on the Force and try to deepen his connection with it. He removed his mask and tossed it to the side, lowering his hood and removing the black glove that held his robotic hand, the constant reminder of his Fall. With a final deep breath, Rann summoned upon the Force and imagined several chains wrap around the legs and arms of the creature, pulling them taut as he attempted to draw and quarter the creature. At the very least, he would help immobilize it and perhaps make the surface area more flat for Gerwald’s attack.

Kyrrk held the bridge while Felix prepared to and Gerwald launched himself into what Rann could only endeavor to call a suicidal charge. Yet he was only impressed. A far cry from a similar engagement on Naalol. Gerwald was not offering himself in place of others, he was winning the battle, perhaps at the expense of himself. Rann knew what would happen if Gerwald connected. He would likely fall to his death.

No. he thought to himself as he reached a hand out, palm up as if to cushion the blow.

Gerwald, let me help. He begged the Force as he closed his eyes, hoping to save Gerwald if his attack found home.

You don’t get to die yet. Not now. Not while you’ve beaten me. Rann strained, sweating at the effort to try to maintain his hold on the titan, and find one on Gerwald.


Not while others could use your help he thought, as he closed his hand attempting to save Gerwald, and closed his other attempting to crush the titan.

Rann knew how dangerous the situation was. He knew how hard it was to grab someone whose guard was up and filled with deadly purpose. Rann considered himself one of the more advanced telekinetics in the Galaxy. Certainly within the Knights. Yet he understood his limits. And right now? Facts were if Gerwald did not wish to be saved, he simply would not be. Not while Rann was focused with helping restrain the Statue.



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[Allyson Locke]

//: Fighting Stoned //:
//: Taiia Locke //: Laneya Wexler //: Kristyl Arenais //: Rann Thress //: Kyyrk //: Felix Aquila //: Lunara Azure //: Gerwald Lechner //: Ascendant Muse //:

Allyson didn't bargain for the mission to be a field trip. There were plans in the works for what would happen before, after, and probably during the mission. All of those plans were now ruined with the addition of the two padawans or apprentices, err squires that Taiia had brought with her. The Corellian was antsy, there was too much going on, and she kept her hands to herself. Mostly out of respect for the children and their eyes. The entire ride, Allyson chewed on the end of her thumb, which was now raw.

Heading into the chamber wasn't the most exciting thing of the trip. In reality, Allyson really didn't know what to expect of the whole thing, but she ensured the eyepatch was secure. If anything, M needed to be kept in the dark on where she was. For now, the paperwork said she was taking a long-needed vacation for Jedi studies. It would provide SIA with information about the Jedi along with help Allyson along with becoming stronger. Her hand traced along the eyepatch until she found the knotted string; she gave it a quick tug, just in case.

Not much happened, and Allyson settled into the thought of a mundane adventure in babysitting. As she accepted the dull moment, the universe had other plans. Standing with her back towards the statues, she groaned, hearing the screaming and yelling. "Ahh, Taiia, you don't have to try so hard to make this fun for the kids or me." Turning, rolling her one visible eye, she looked at Taiia, the kids, and then back to the now active statues. "Oh? You're going all out?" Glancing towards the redhead, she watched as a stream of Force lightning infused with the light-side of the Force. Allyson blinked her eyes rapidly, highly impressed by the woman but very sad that the squires were brought along.

Reaching behind her, she drew the physical bow she carried with her. The arms unfolded, and the string pulled tautly. The Corellian watched and dodged nimbly from the attacks and screaming people. Seeing that Taiia was occupied, she lifted the eyepatch for a moment letting the onboard HUD estimate the height. "Perfect." Digging in her pack, she grabbed some rope and tied it to the end of the arrow. The head was spiked, but it would create a claw to latch into whatever it was fired at when it opened. Fading into the shadows, Allyson quickly moved to the backside of the female figure, arrow nocked, she fired towards the shoulder blade. As soon as she could, she slung the bow over her shoulder while catching the rope. As her hands gripped the rough fabric, she quickly found herself flying upwards towards the back of the female stone giant.

Laughter mixed with the terrified screams as Allyson suddenly appeared as she slammed hard into the stone. "Karking chaos." She groaned, spinning and swaying as she held onto the rope. Slowly she climbed, pausing every so often as the stone giant moved. As Allyson climbed to the top, two arrows were pulled. They were the same model as the original arrow. Sticking them into the giant's neck, Allyson tied herself down, hoping to have some support as she prepared her actual attack. Standing secured, she drew her lightsaber and began to hack away at the nape of the giant's neck.

 

[Narissa Jondi]

LOCATION: Ancient Temple, Christophsis
Equipment: Echani Light Armor | Echani Icy Vibroblade | Wearing
Tag: [ Rann Thress ] [ Valeria de la Vallée ] [ Josiah ]

[ @Gerwald Lenchner ] The Lord Commander stood before the gate, seeming nearly a portal himself. Or if not a gate proper, still he seemed a bridge between worlds. Narissa's confidence that her master could open the Temple had less to do with any theoretical understanding of the Force, (or even a simple understanding that most temples were opened with a Master and Apprentice working together) than with that sense she had that he dwelled between realms. Tension flowed between the gathered Lords and Knights, as it always must when the powerful and entitled gather. Less so than she expected, truth be told. The calm and confident Lord [ Josiah ], who had spoken confidently to Kyyrk Verros, won a nod of greeting from the Lord Commander, re-confirming Narissa's goal to stay right beside the man. A brush of thought from her Master reached her. Confident, comforting - not that an Echani needed comfort, of course. A fleeting smile flared in turn; she saluted him, fist to heart, though unease swirled through her. She did not wish to be fully open to the powers dwelling here, despite the knowledge that only be staying alert would she stay alive. < "If you insist." > It was not the most gracious reply, perhaps. Almost, she reminded him to remain grounded in this world. Almost entreated him to listen to those gathered here, as well as to the voices from beyond. But only almost; he would be who he was. It was his greatest strength. A deep breath, and she once more allowed her senses to touch upon the water and ice around her, reflecting sound and motion to her. Yet also, she sent a small barrier of ice and snow, woven through with elemental power, to shield him whilst he worked. It was unlikely not stop a blow, but it might deflect one.

Heightened senses caught the subtle motion as Lord [ Kyyrk Verros ] tapped a reply to someone, before answering her query as to the nature of the threat they faced here. Given his uneasy reply, Narissa readied herself for a deeper trouble. Tendrils of power reached out to the snow-encrusted mountains, a shimmering ice-shield wrapping around her. The concern evidenced in his expression made her wish for a Battalion or two of droids. They ought to be immune to whatever was whispering at them.

Again, tension; it seemed there was history between Lord Verros and the Aquila. The light swirled around and into Lord [ Felix Aquila ]; Narissa felt the transition between crystal-clear, silvery pure light echoed from the snow, and the furious, opaque power the Rhylothian Lord drank in. It yet remained beyond her to understand, for the two things were as distinct to her as night and day. The cool, spiritual power of the refracted light a pure and beautiful thing as natural to her as breathing, the heated power of the sun utterly opposed, water to fire. His eyes burned silver and blue when he greeted her; a sign he was not yet upon a combat footing. "Greetings, Lord Aquila. I am pleased you could unlock the secrets therein." A glance took in his singular lack of armament. "Are those secrets why you choose to be unarmed?"

[ Vitaara Oduro ] A peaceful presence approached from behind; a Knight elegantly garbed, with dual lightsabers. The peace was deep, powerful; it brushed through some of the tension from the others, allowing Narissa to focus upon what she could do, not the duality of ancient threats which came together there. A grave, respectful nod met the Knight's introduction. "Well met, Dame Vitaara," A glance behind her to where the ice-encrusted Temple murmured to them, "The Temple calls. Is that your purpose as well?"

More Knights arrived; a tall woman with a katana and a cold mien; a Knight with two squires. Narissa knew none of them, and only offered a polite nod of greeting. Hearing the soft words of advice to his own apprentices, Narissa determined to stay near to Kyrrk and Josiah. They had lightsabers, after all. But just for a moment, she stared at the Knight [ Abel Denko ] and his two Squires. The promise of drinks. A warm smile. A moment of levity to press back the bleakness of this place. That, too, was a comfort she drank in, though she revealed it by no more than the single look at the trio. Another duo; the rather famous [ Taiia Locke ] and the Lady [ Allyson Locke ]. With them were two very young squires, one no more than a child.

They brought with them the Nightmother, herself, who moved to stand by Lord Verros and the Lord Commander.

The temple door opened.

A chill rippled through Narissa as they moved within the Temple itself. Fear was balanced against curiosity; pride forcing her on despite the whispers from within. Mirrored, crystalline snow bounced dawn's light ahead of them, fading into an endless abyss that sprawled on either side of a single, narrow bridge. Sunlight just touched the end of the bridge and the strange carvings depicted therein. Twin figures, male and female, guarded or worshiped or even held up the doorway before them. But it was the Abyss which drew Narissa's horrified gaze. The strange, green ichor that reached out to the kneeling twins and caused them to move.

The Force shrieked protest, shaped to a path never meant to be, and Narissa reeled from their pact along her wide open senses. Kyrrk's cry was too late; Narissa's response likewise hopelessly too little. Icy-cold power reached hopelessly for the Knight torn from their midst, arms of ice tugged at the inert, still form of their companion. The merest whisper of sound escaped her, as she sought to settle the body at her feet. Around her was chaos; some charged the fell golems, others called upon the Force to challenge them. Searing purple power, flashes of fire. Lightening from Taiia shattered the darkness.

[ Lunara Azure ]A soothing, powerful presence from behind her, and a murmured [color=light blue]"This might be one of those situations where you might need your sword."[/color] No, the comment wasn't meant for her, but the advice seemed sound, none-the-less. She drew her Ice-blade, dropping into a fighting stance much more natural and easy than any Force power.
[ William Bradley ] The giant so addressed stepped past Narissa and the gathered Lords and Knights, to directly assault the horrific golems.

But Narissa was moved to respond to the [ @Lanya Wexler ] second-youngest-Squire present, despite the chaos around them and the cold rebuff from the Nightmother [ Vanya Aklin ]. "I hear it," she said softly, silvery gaze settling for a moment upon the other Squire. Chaos and violence swirled around them, but it was nothing to the inferno the Nightmother unleashed upon the Temple. Ice shrieked and stone melted; Narissa gasped and took a step back, the heat a weapon against her, kept from doing harm only by the Nightmother's fine control.

Which made it stupid to risk the Nightmother's wrath by talking to the anxious squires. The other anxious squires; Narissa did not deny her own fear. Yet … what if her fellow squire heard more clearly? Heard enough to be helpful? "Or at least I hear something calling, or building … coaxing." she pitched her voice to be soothing, and angled her blade to offer protection to both squires.

The bridge holding the most powerful of the Knights Obsidian shuddered and shrieked; Narissa could not see clearly, past the flashing powers.

But she heard it.

Heard the pounding of stone feet, as Masculine Titan charged where the knott of squires yet stood.

Sunlight seared through the darkness; green fire, and purple. The cry that came with her Master's charge broke her heart, but she simply awaited the outcome. He would always choose so. A small nova erupted, Light seeking to aid the Lord Commander. Another Knight, [ Rann Thress ] one touched or damaged by the Darkside, pulled off mask and glove, revealing a cybernetic arm. He reached deep, into the primal nature of the Force itself, and Narissa felt him reach after her Master.

Indeed, the Knights Obsidian rallied around him …

It was the Lady [ Allyson Locke ] who chose to defend the young squires. Silent, without warning cry or fanfare, Narissa charged forward to aid the skilled archer. A terrifying clash, slender Echani blade straining to deflect the gargantuan fist of the Titan. Spinning, Narissa flashed the tip of her blade into a stone eye; it likely would not harm, but she meant to keep it's attention whilst the Lady Locke worked. The chaos of battle meant Narissa was unaware that the Titans functioned just fine without their heads, until a chance movement brought the horrifying sight to her.​

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[William Bradley]

Wearing: Uniform, Swords. Rage
Ancient Temple, Christophsis
Lunara Azure Felix Aquila

Having taken off the head of the feminine serpentine beast he looked towards the masculine one, before noticing that his foe still had a few tricks up their sleeve. Slamming its spear into the bridge he watched as the cracks sprawled out throughout the structure and began to crumble. Before he could make a move he watched as Kyyrk gather the force inside him and supported the structure that was crumbling beneath their feet.

His feet planted sturdy onto the floor beneath him he focused his mind and felt the anger swell inside of him, letting the Rage fill him completely he unleashed the power of the Eye of Wrath. Feeling the anger of Horak-mul swell inside of him he forced it deep inside of him as he focused his attention towards keeping the bridge up long enough to let the Knights finish their job alive.

"Master Azure, Lord Kyyrk and I have the bridge, aid the others so that we can all make it out of this in one piece."

Before he could let out another breath he felt the impact of Gerwald Lechner 's attack hit the bridge, even with as much strength as Horak-mul's spirit granted him, he buckled at the attack, he could only pray that the strength of him and Lord Kyyrk could hold long enough for the rest to get off unscathed.

Hurry up you fools, we can make it alive if you could just hurry. His mind focused on the task at hand doing all he could to hold the bridge together, his brow furrowed in focus before an all too familiar voice crept into his head, Let the fools die, they did not begin to move fast enough to escape the cascade, why should you bear the burden for their failures, you are strong, they are weak. He cleared his head pushing away the shattered spirit of Horak-mul down as best he could, concentrating on the bridge that still crumbled as he forced it to stay together. Hurry

 

[Taiia Locke]

//: Allyson Locke //: Kyyrk //: Abel Denko //: Josiah //: Vitaara Oduro //: Gerwald Lechner //: Narissa Jondi //: Nine Lives //: Kristyl Arenais //: Laneya Wexler //:
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Taiia watched as the lightning tore into the statues, it seemed to have slowed them for a moment but it did not halt their advance. If anything they almost seemed enraged by the flurry of assault against them, to her side the Nightmother unleased hellfire as she had never seen, this caused Taiia to glance at Vanya Aklin with interest. Perhaps she might need to go and visit the witches once again, she had learned much in her time there. She pushed the thought down and turned her eyes back to the monsters ahead.

They were now striking at the bridge repeatedly and the larger one which carried a shield was charging at them, the force seemed to divine its intent and Taiia heard turning on her heels she teleported away from Vanya. She needn't worry about her, she was more than capable. A green vapor materialized in front of her squires, yet as it disappeared her form became visible but before either of them could truly grasp what was happing she wrapped an arm around each of them before teleporting again before her feet had even touched the ground. She placed them both gently on the ground a good distance behind the bridge and stood in front of them she turned away and took half a step before glancing back at them with a smile.

"Don't be afraid, but also be careful." the force flowed around the woman as she stepped away from the two squires, not far but enough the redhead's anger was well kindled, not hate but the righteous fury of one with something to protect she gathered the light in her palm and it slowly began to shape itself, it was a foreign idea for her but she had seen it enough times. Slowly the light began to roll and bend contouring to the image in her mind, a bead of sweat formed on her brow most of her constructs had been simple while the lightning was simply pouring light into another power.

When she held the finished bow in her hand she looked up at Allyson a smile touching her lips as she saw the lightsaber hacking away at the statue. She shook her head slightly before she lifted the bow and placed a hand lightly upon the string, as she drew it back an arrow took shape its point white as if it were hot from the intensity of the redhead's ire.

Spoiler: How it looks in my head

Taiia drew the arrow back to its full length aiming for the center of the titan's shield, much like gathering the force to infuse a punch she focused the light into the tip of the arrow and released, a golden streak of light raced down the bridge seeking to bury itself into the shield at full force, intending to shatter it completely.

 

[Nine Lives]

Nine had not known what to expect.

However, Nine could not resist grinning like a savage under her mask.

Raid Bosses! Actual Raid Bosses!

Nine had immediately stealthed herself with the Force as the others attacked, drawing her Alchemized Katana as she sprinted, getting behind the two giants.

While others were attempting a brute force solution, Nine was in favor of a much simpler method.

The things needed to walk, right?

She began attacking it's ankles, the way an annoying poodle nips at a mailman with it's teeth. Others like Kyyrk and Gerwald Lechner went for the dungeon type spells and attacks. But not her. She simply sought to damage its chief structural weakness beyond being huge and slow.

She was fast slashing at the stone, the Alchemized blade already biting deeply into the stone of the female titans ankle. More than once, it tried to kick her away or stomp her, but her dodge game was strong today and she was constantly moving, constantly seeking an excuse to attack the ankle, taking more chunks out of it.

A movement of its leg nearly caught her, and she barely leapt out of the way.

"Hey, someone!" she called out, scooping a errant squire who had panicked out of the way of a giants swipe in the nick of time. "Target the ankle. The damn things still have to walk, right? One ankle is already vulnerable!"

Nine then went right back to attacking that ankle, slashing away at more of the material, hopefully distracting it and opening it up to the attacks of others. Abel Denko , being an Achilles Expy, might hopefully see the benefit, and the irony of him attacking someone or something in this manner...

Every second she aggro'd the damn thing was another second her comrades were not being angrily swiped at it...

Narissa Jondi

Allyson Locke

Laneya Wexler

Kristyl Arenais

Josiah

Vitaara Oduro

 

[Kristyl Vaashe]

Master: Taiia Locke
Sister-Squire: Laneya Wexler
Wearing: Training Robes of the Lotus
Weapons: Asaraa's first Lightsaber

Kris barely had the time to think as the situation continued to spiral out of control (in her eyes at least).

"Right now, we stay out of the way. Unless opportunity for us to help presents itself." Laneya Wexler had told her, not exactly reassuring the younger of the pair but certainly the idea of keeping back and letting their Master and the others do all the scary stuff sounded better than getting her head chopped off, or whatever these statues could do to someone of her size and stature.

While trying to stay close to her Sister-Squire, and also out of the way of the fighting itself, her lightsaber clattered from side to side against her belt. Despite the weight against her side, it hadn't occurred to Kristyl to consider unclipping it and raising the weapon up in her defence. The Lightsaber had been a gift from her Mother Asaraa Vaashe , a symbol of recognition since her daughter was now to study under Taiia Locke 's tutilage and grow in her experience and prowess as a Force User...-Yet the idea of having to use it was still very intimidating and in this particular case, not something she felt confident in.

Watching Taiia Mataan and the others fending off against these monster-like statues on the other hand caused her eyes to widen, and were they not facing certain danger, Kristy might well have been lost in her amazement of their skill in battle. She was pretty certain someone had gone as far as to throw fire against their enemy and Taiia had controlled lightning as though such a thing, wasn't simply possible, but easy to practice with how effortlessly their Master made it happen.

As their attackers began targeting the very bridge they were all situated upon, Kristyl had continued to gradually step backwards alongside Laneya before she felt the touch of their Master. "Don't be afraid, but also be careful." Taiia told them, yet Kristyl was still trying to work out how the woman had suddenly appeared before them and then in the blink of an eye, the three of them were standing further away in relative safety compared to where they had been.

"I...-Okay!" Kristy stuttered, not knowing what else to say but to accept what she was being told. She didn't exactly know how not to be afraid in a situation like this, but she didn't have much of a choice either, everything was happening faster than she could keep up with.

Ascendant Muse | @Allyson | Kyyrk | Abel Denko | Josiah | Vitaara Oduro | Gerwald Lechner | Narissa Jondi | Nine Lives​

 

[Ascendant Muse]

CHRISTOPHSIS - OUTSKIRTS

The Knights Obsidian would not be denied.

In the face of the Masculine Titan's charge, the Knighthood raised their own defense. Though its towering shield claimed the life of a knight early on, slowing its advance became priority. Kyyrk responded to the charge first by attempting to halt the beast with telekinetic blasts. But then the impending doom of the bridge was noticed. He was the first to dig deep into the depths of the Force in the hopes of preventing the fall into the abyss. Over time, his efforts were aided by William. Meanwhile, Felix Aquila burned brightly.

His blade blazed with the intensity of a falling star, and collided with the Masculine Titan's shield directly. This was enough to do more than stop it in its tracks. Initially, the protective barrier halted the assault from utterly decimating its form right then and there. But it did not hold. Once the light pierced through its defense, the Masculine Titan shifted. The assault hungrily devoured its shield and would have destroyed it as well, were it not for the last second jerking motion. While it did spare the beast's "life", it came at a heavy cost.

Its shield and shield-arm had been completely burnt away. In their place was a charred blast mark. The impact had also sent the Titan stumbling back a few paces, but it would not perish without retaliation. Its gladius was pulled back and hurled with all the strength it could muster. Moving as a blur, it flew past the front line of the Knights. It did not hit its intended mark - which was Felix proper. But it did find flesh to feast upon. Other Knights had begun to fan out near the back of the bridge, and one was not so lucky. The blade caught her form in the midsection - separating one into two.

As if spurned forward by the demise of their kin, the Lord Commander and Master Mataan furthered their assault. The former leapt forward, thunderous hammer in hand, and beat down upon the beast's chest. The blow crashed through the Titan's stone form, blasting first its torso into pieces. Immediately after, its form crumbled into chunks upon the floor - harmlessly scattering across the bridge. In its final moment, it could not do more than fall. For Rann Thress had bound its form in place. Now, it was nothing more than dust in the wind.

Meanwhile, Allyson, Narissa, and Nine Lives focused their efforts on pushing past the masculine titan. The headless counterpart was attempting to rock the bridge into oblivion - but was halted by their tandem efforts. Between their bladework and the Jedi's nimble mount, the feminine titan too found its form crumbling to dust. With ichor spilling wildly from its form, it descended to the bridge's floor in pieces.

As for Master Mataan, the burning arrow - due to the fall of the beast - blazed forward. It careened through the open passageway at the rear of the bridge, whizzed down the looming staircase that followed, and detonated.

"GODS N-" exclaimed the sole, conscious cultist. The robed being dove for cover as the arrow exploded nearby. The detonation was enough to injure those closest, and to rouse the coven from their trance. So quickly was their focus decimated that their ritual was unable to be completed. On paper, this was a good thing. In practice? Pandemonium. The ichor emanating from the floating orb went haywire. Its power manifested wildly, striking at random with lightning and flame. To make matters worse, the very fabrics of reality were beginning to shift. The coven had been attempting to summon more of what had laid the Knighthood low.

And now, that more would be out of their control.

The Knights would have few precious moments to hobble across the blighted bridge and put an end to this madness once and for all. If they faltered, it would spell their doom...and the demise of countless others.

Kristyl Arenais | Josiah | Vitaara Oduro | Laneya Wexler | Allyson Locke | Narissa Jondi | Taiia Locke | Kyyrk | Gerwald Lechner | Abel Denko | Luna Evanstance | William Bradley | Rann Thress | Felix Aquila | Lunara Azure | Alessandra Creed | Mishel Kryze | Ishana Pavanos | Kaalia Pavanos​

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[Abel Denko]

CHRISTOPHSIS - OUTSKIRTS

The Chaos. The Death.

Just another day in the neighborhood, right? Well. At least it was for Abel. Though his upbringing did not involve murderous statues, he was horrendously desensitized to the loss of life occurring before his gaze. He had watched men perish before his eyes when he was but a boy. As a man, this hardening allowed him better focus on the task at hand. And that mission was keeping Luna Evanstance alive. As soon as the first sod was impaled by the feminine titan's spear, Abel ignited his saber and raised his light-shield. Moreover, power flowed from his form, effectively mirroring the barrier tactic employed by the masculine titan. His tactic allowed him to shelter himself, Luna, and the pair of knights that were within arm's reach.

And not much else.

He could feel the efforts of his fellows holding up the bridge. And if the circumstances were any less dire, he'd have been blown away by the majestic displays of the Force. From the elements to blades of burning light, the Knighthood was putting up their best fight. However, he could not spare a thought in the moment - for he had to keep Luna alive. He couldn't drag her into the mouth of hell and let harm come to her. "Just say close!" he kept repeating. And each time one of the Knights fell, he added. "We're going to get out of this!"

Was he comforting her? Or convincing himself?

With a united effort, the Knights did manage to fell the Titans - but in doing so, he could feel something even worse brewing on the far side of the bridge. Part of him wanted to tell Luna to get outside - but he couldn't. No matter how much he cared for his charge, retreat wasn't their way. Not when everything hung in the balance. They had to push forward. He would just have to keep her safe while doing so. "After this, just take my card - c'mon, forward!" he said, offering a jest before motioning forward with his weapon. The notion was one shared by the surviving knights as well, for advance across the bridge seemed the most viable option.

What, with the structure hanging on by a thread and all.

When Abel himself finally rushed through the doorway, he paused at the top of the stairs. Before his gaze was an orb burning with the Force - and it did not give a feth about where its lightning struck. The robed freaks surrounding it were attempting to bring it under control, but to no avail. The elements were flying everywhere. And it looked like a portal of some kind was brewing underneath it. Lovely. "Don't suppose you have a blaster on you?" he said, motioning towards the floating death orb.

As running at it, with their close ranged weapons, seemed ill-advised.

Luna Evanstance​