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

[Tasgetius]

R E T U R N​

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CHRISTOPHSIS - OUTSKIRTS​

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Time had always been a fickle thing, and in no place was this more true than in the Netherworld. The being had forgotten just how long he had been trapped in the strange plan, guiding others that had also the misfortune to find themselves in that strange place. The last he remembered before he had come to reside within the unnatural realm, was Akala; then he awoke in a strange place alone with none near that he had known or could even find. He had no real measure of time that had passed, either within the realm itself or without, all that he had known was survival and the fight to survive among the strange landscape that had become his home. Now though there seemed to be a moment when that would all change and once more he would find himself in a strange place though it would be within the known Galaxy once more. ​

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In the distance, as he had wandered across the ever-shifting landscape of the Netherworld, he had heard whispers at first, slowly growing into a loud thunderous chanting. The voices had drawn him closer, albeit against his better judgement, for it could have just as easily been another trick of the Netherworld or some malicious entity that dwelt within seeking new prey. Each step seemed to be labored at this point, hope having drained from him long ago - or perhaps there yet remained some spark of it buried deep within his bosom that he had not fully lost to this place. As he drew closer, he heard it, the voices growing louder, their chanting; clearer now than the first whispers that had drawn him to this point - and then he heard it for a moment, however so brief. ​

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Sounds of battle further in the distance, clashing of flesh and material in the struggle of life. It was a noise that was all too familiar to the individual, a noise that he was more than happy to ignore, or perhaps he even wanted to withdraw further into the Nether once more to escape the sounds of battle. No, even against his deepest desires to shy away from those noises, he was drawn closer - as if by some invisible force that brought him to the edge. His breathing labored for a moment, his heartbeat; audible within his ears as stumbled forward. This was his chance, a moment to escape this place once and for all - and then it happened. ​

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As the energies gathered began to act upon their own volition and reality itself began to warp and shift its very fabric, some lengthy tendril struck his form and grabbed hold. Pulling back for just a moment, his own strength was not enough as it pulled him forward and threw him into the darkened chambers. A heavy grunt emanated from his being as he rolled across the floor before slamming up against a far wall; unbeknown to him in that very moment, he was free of the Netherworld. It took him a moment before a deep gasp of air rushed to fill his lungs, coughing filling the room for the moment and breaking the silence as the being pushed himself up slowly. ​

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The armor he wore was in tatters, part of the helm had broken long ago, exposing the steely-blue eye as it slowly adjusted to the shifting lights, barely making out the shapes and figures of other individuals and entities that existed in the room. The armor that had covered the length of his right arm had been torn away, leaving exposed the mechanical-skeletal structure of the arm that was beneath. His hand grasped a cylindrical piece of metal adorned with leather wrapping. Steadying himself against the wall, his left hand held firm as he rose slowly, wheezing with each breath as his vision slowly shifted from the hazed blur. ​

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He knew not where he was, nor those that were around him. All he knew was that there was a threat before him, and it was something he had faced time and time again in the Nether, threats to his own survival and wellbeing. Memories began motions, which in turn begat actions. Without a thought or even hint of decision, his fingers moved on their own as his hand gripped firmly to the cylindrical object, his thumb pressing firmly against a singular button just below the emitter. A brilliant blue-green blade burst to life from the object, humming softly as he slowly brought it up, his left hand coming to rest just beneath his right as he took a defensive stance. ​

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"Once more..."​

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He wheezed to himself with a half-gasped breath, his lungs burning as though they were on fire with each breath he took. Perhaps he had become accustomed to the strange atmosphere and laws of the Netherworld; all he knew though, was that if he were to die here today, then he was going to ensure that his death would be remembered as a crescendo and not merely a whimper in the dark.​

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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​

 

[Vanya Aklin]

F O C U S E D

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Tag: Allyson Locke | Taiia Locke | Abel Denko | Luna Evanstance | Tasgetius | Kyyrk | Felix Aquila | Josiah | Narissa Jondi | Gerwald Lechner | Rann Thress | Vitaara Oduro | Nine Lives | Kristyl Arenais | Lunara Azure | William Bradley | Laneya Wexler |

No need had there been for words to be spoken the moment the masculine Titan charged. Much like Taiia Locke , the Nightmother vanished in a vapour of smoke, leaving only a shadow where she had once been, reappearing far from the Titan's path, and in that brief moment between locations so much happened. Vanya envisioned the Knights as both a chaotic mess - each person doing something, anything, to defend themselves and those they loved, but also as a well-oiled machine for in that pandemonium, there seemed to be no friendly fire or collateral damage. But it was not this that captured the Nightsister's attention and threatened to drive her to her knees.

The sonic scream of a ritual unfinished ripped through her, making her head ache and enticing visions of turmoil to flash frantically behind closed eyes. And when at last she was able to draw them open, her teeth clenched and her mouth set into a tight line. She willed her head to stop throbbing and her vision to stay clear and rallied to Abel Denko 's cry of forward. With another flash, she had manifested at his side, caught instantly in a whirlwind fury of elements.

"Imbeciles." She spat after seeing the fools trying to get the orb back under their control. Vanya had not hesitated in moving past Abel and Luna Evanstance and toward the cultists meddling with powers beyond their control. A flash of blinding lightning forced her to raise an arm to shield her face, a barrier raised in an instant to deflect the wild bolt that threatened to strike her. That barrier shimmered a brilliant green before fading away as though it had never been there and when it did, she saw another person within that room - someone that she had not recognized.

The Nether lingered on Tasgetius as it did to everyone that ventured there but his sudden appearance, despite her immense curiosity, had not mattered. Not right then. All that mattered was that they needed to act quickly to avoid a catastrophe. Vanya moved closer to the orb, too close to be considered safe, and threw both hands out, allowing the Nether in the air to feed her power, and she with the words "Vis Obex", summoned a barrier once again.

It took all of her concentration to twist and bend the barrier until it surrounded and envelop the orb but she managed, managed to contain the fiercely forking lightning and blazing flames. Each outburst rattled against the barrier until the muscles in her hands ached and her heels dug into the ground when it threatened to explode out of her control. She could hold it, not for an eternity, but long enough for the Knights to deal with the cultists and prepare themselves.

Interrupting a ritual never ended well.
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[Vitaara Oduro]

AND SO THE LIGHT FADES AND DREAMS OF TOMORROW WASH OVER

POST: 2
TAG(S): Open

Vitaara hadn’t expected it all to happen so fast. So uncontrollably and chaotically. No sooner than they had come upon the undying temple, had all hell broken loose. It was hard to keep up with it all. Nearly impossible really. And that gave the Mirialan Jedi Knight pause. A simple moment to collect herself and assess the situation. To try and piece it all together.

Titans? And cultists? Was this what she could come to expect if she chose to work more hand in hand with the Knights Obsidian of the Confederacy? Unbridaled pandemonium? She shook the unsettling thoughts from her mind. To dwell on them would certainly lead her on a path to her doom. A doom she hoped she’d not meet for many a year to come.

By now the integrity of the bridge was no more. It was all any of them could do to keep the thing from falling into the abyss below. To a realm of unrest and uncertainty. Of darkness and shadow. Of death. And if that didn’t seem like enough chaos for one day, something creeped and crawled from a web of Force energy. Something foul and decrepit. Something evil.

But . . .

It wasn’t alone. Something else stirred from within that foul portal. That gateway to death and uncertainty. Something unlike the evil that consumed the air around them, entrenching each and every knight in its repugnant stinch. It was as if death had been made incarnate.

Around Vitaara, the derelict foundations of the passage and temple screamed, holding tight as they could to keep from buckling and falling apart. Lightsabers in hand, their white blades humming, Vitaara launched herself forward, attempting to join the fray. Attempting to fight alongside and protect those around her. Those of the Knights Obsidian that fault against this insanity for the better of many more. But, her plight to join in further was beyond her control.

Her head throbbed. Her vision drew gray. She reached a hand to the rear of her head and felt. It was wet and warm. The consistency of blood. Her blood. But when had this happened? That answer would elude as the adrenaline that had flooded her veins prior had more than likely held her psyche together. Held her wits and constitution true to form. But now that faded. It threatened to fail. And fail it would as her body drew limp. A combination of the loss of blood and an unidentified concussion finally catching up to her. The gray would turn black and her consciousness would fade. Her lightsabers lay upon unresponsive hands, blades now withdrawn.

The Mirialan had fallen. But the extent of her injuries would be anyone’s guess.
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[Kyyrk]

F I G H T
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Kyyrk strained against the growing weight, sweat pouring from his brow. His breathing was short and labored as he attempted to hold the bridge stationary. He sank to one knee as another blow from the female titan landed. This was it. This was how he died. Holding up a damned bridge. He closed his eyes, clenching for the next strike, but it never came. Instead, it felt as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He looked up, and saw William Bradley had joined him in his efforts. Kyyrk nodded once, refusing to speak and expend more energy.

One by one, the Knights fell. But so did the Titans. Kyyrk saw what he thought was the figure of Allyson Locke falling from the bridge, but he couldn't be sure. He hoped for Taiia Locke 's sake it wasn't. The titans were crumbling and falling, and what efforts could be made to recover their falling, the Knights were making. The survivors were running towards the end of the bridge. A young Mirialan fell near him, blood seeping from the back of her head. Kyyrk looked to William, then back to the girl. She was still alive. But he couldn't take her with him. Or could he?

He looked back to William and shouted, "Go!" His tone left no time for doubt or question. It wasn't a suggestion, it was an order. They were the last upon the bridge. William had father to go than Kyyrk. He'd have a better chance if Kyyrk stayed behind. Kyyrk looked back to the still form of Vitaara Oduro, then to the far end of the bridge. He'd need to make it at least another five yards. Even then it was risky. He waited as long as he could, knowing that William would not be able to make it all the way, then he dropped his hold.

He turned, scooping up the Mirialan girl, and sprinting towards the far side of the bridge. The bridge was now actively crumbling around him. At the last possible moment, he leapt forward and extended his left arm, firing his grappling line to the other side. He only hoped it caught something. He faintly heard a clink of metal against rock, and the line went taught. He gripped the girl tight to himself, and swung his body to absorb the blow that was coming. Sure enough, he slammed into the wall beneath the bridge, driving the wind from his lungs. He was safe, for now, but the line likely would not hold for long. Just a moment to catch his breath, and he'd attempt to climb...

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

 

[Allyson Locke]

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

The saber carved deep into the stone of the female titan, and Allyson adjusted her footing to stay as stable as possible. From the corner of her eye, she caught the glow of the Force. The movement and creation of the manipulated Force Light were familiar. Allyson paused as her saber sunk into the flesh like stone. Taiia had taken a page from the Corellian's book, and at that moment, she couldn't have been more in awe (and/or attracted to) of the woman.

The light arrow burned through the rest of the statue along with the rest of the attacks. There was no hesitation on what needed to be done. The titans collapsed, and the ion blade disappeared, its hilt spinning in the Jedi Master's hand. She sheathed it as if it was a blaster on her thigh before realizing her predicament. Like anyone, she had assumed the statues were solid; even with the plunder of attacks, she figured it would all stay together.

She was wrong.

Everything around her disintegrated into dust and rubble. On the other hand, Allyson stayed connected to the thick slab that still remained of the female titan. With each pull and pull, the knots of the lightsaber-resistant rope only tightened. The stone began to plummet as she accepted her fate. Allyson looked towards Taiia with a bashful grin. At least the bridge stayed up?

The stone fell, and Allyson held onto the ropes, waving towards the Obsidian Lord, "I'll uh catch up or something!" Allyson fell past the bridge and into the ravine below. "OH! Your light arrow was kind of hot! WOOOOOOOOO"

She couldn't figure how far she was falling, but the moment the rock hit the water below, it disintegrated like the rest of the titan. Panic settled in, and Allyson remembered that the one thing she couldn't do was swim. Her body flailed about, coming loose from the stone and paddling to the surface to catch her hair. Having fought in a NAVY, one would think swimming would be second nature. Unfortunately, the navy she flew with - was in space, the other body of weightlessness.

Wrestling with the water was proving useless, and Allyson continued to sink or float somewhere as she flailed about, cursing the concept of water being in a cavern.

 

[Alessandra Creed]

Location: Naboo [Creed Tower]
Tag: Kyyrk | John Locke | Mishel Kryze (No need to respond unless you want to haha...Ale isn't here - But raising heck on Naboo)

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Patience, was not a virtue she oft possessed.

Her expression was full of quiet displeasure when John Locke appeared on her view screen. If it weren't for the fact that she was used to dealing with powerful men with equally powerful god-complexes. She could stare down the Dread Queen and the Vicelord himself with all of her faculties maintained. This man was a technological mogul, a politician, but still, a businessman.

She knew exactly where to hit a businessman where it hurt.

"If there was an actual crisis why are the Ministers barred from speaking to you directly?"

Her words were waspish, at best. He greeted her with chilled tones, cold eyes, and he would receive little more than the same. She didn't bother reaching out to Exarch Talon because there was very, very little love between them. She suspected that the flaxen-haired woman quietly blamed her for the departure of her ex-husband, but she had no proof. "What if I witnessed an attack?"

"What if there was something taking place that was a threat to national security and the Minister of War, Lord Commander, and the Vicelord were all unavailable? Just because I manage coin doesn't mean that you can ignore me as you see fit."

Exarch Locke would be forced to endure the slurry of words in rapid succession with each point she made causing chocolate eyes to grow darker by degrees. She breathed. Counted. The temper that Valessia Brentioch was known for flowed through her veins, tried and true, though she tried to keep a professional barrier between it and her target. "My point, my reason for barging in on your pristine bubble—"

"What the hell are the Knights Obsidian doing? Where are they? Do you even know?"

The cryptic missive she had gotten from Kyyrk hadn't left her with any feelings of security or confidence. If anything—She felt as if reinforcements were required. She could feel it in the back of her mind, the back of her heart, and it burned like a dull ache. A warning of something exceedingly wicked or explosive soon to pass.

"…Something is wrong, Locke. Don't ask me how I know—I just know it."

 

[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 arrow passed through the crumbling titan, and disappeared into the darkness behind it, emerald eyes quickly scanned for more threats, however, she could feel the darkness growing beyond them. She released her hand holding the bow and the light construct simply faded away before disappearing entirely.

Taiia turned to regard each of her squires, making sure that both of them were alright. She calmly stepped back toward them and placed a hand on @Kristyl should while speaking to them both. "Are you both ok? I wasn't expecting this. I should not have brought you both here." she flagged down a couple of knights that were running past her. "Get them safely to the ship and remain there until you hear from me" her eyes looked to regard Kristyl Arenais and Laneya Wexler "Go with them. I.." she was about to speak again when she heard a familiar voice call out.

The redhead turned to see Allyson falling from the bridge while wrapped up in a piece of the titan. The redhead took several steps forward to see where Allyson was falling down to as she heard her comment.

"I'll uh catch up or something! OH! Your light arrow was kind of hot! WOOOOOOOOO"

Taiia rolled her eyes as a playful smirk touched her lips. Still, the redhead was concerned as the brunette sank below her vision. Stepping to the edge of the bridge she could hear the sounds of stone hitting the surface of the water. At least it wasn't solid ground down there, Taiia watched as Allyson sank beneath the surface, her heart stopped for half a beat until she saw a slightly more wet Allyson emerge, then she sensed the panic from her lover before she sunk beneath the water again.

Realization dawned on the obsidian lord, without even thinking she dove off the bridge after the brunette she fell with speed breaching the surface of the water harder than she would have liked, but after all, she was in a hurry. Beneath the surface, her world turned dark as her eyes scanned the water looking for the flailing Allyson. Taiia withdrew her lightsaber and ignited it, the water only slightly disturbed the plasma as she had in fact built it so it would always be of use even underwater. With the sliver light leading the way she used her bond with Allyson to home in on her. Fear rose in her as she searched, she could feel herself start to panic but she pushed it down until she could finally see Allyson but she was no longer moving.

Taiia quickly turned off her saber and swam up behind Allyson, slipping both of her arms under Allyson's and pulling her close as she linked her arms around the brunette's stomach making. The panic was rising for the redhead but she moved as fast as she could, She swam hard for the surface dragging Allyson with her, and began to tread water searching for a spot she found a large piece of stone jutting out of the water which would afford a stable enough surface, swam over with Allyson and pulled her up onto a flat part.

Taiia was drenched as was Allyson, quickly she pressed her fingers against the brunette's neck. No pulse, she leaned down and put her face near hers and watched her chest, her breathing had ceased as well. Taiia pushed down the fear and panic and got to work, she tilted Allyson's head back slightly opening her airway before pinching her nose, and then covered her mouth with her own she pushed air into the woman's lungs before she shifted back and started to press on her chest to restart her breathing. She laid her head near the woman's mouth, she felt air starting to move, and laid her hand on her chest. It slowly began to rise and fall. Taiia took a large breath herself and scooped the Corellian into her arms before teleporting her and Allyson back to the rest of the Knights above them before gently laying her on the ground.

The now very wet Obsidian Lord looked to her squires with a small smile, nothing of this outing had gone to plan at all. "I think this is enough excitement for today." she continued the statement that she was preparing to utter earlier. She turned her senses to the darkness behind them, she could already feel the Nightmother taking decisive action. She slid her arm around Allyson and lifted her again. "Lana, would you help me carry Allyson back to the ship?"

 

[William Bradley]

Wearing: Uniform, Swords
CHRISTOPHSIS
Kyyrk | Vitaara Oduro

With him and Lord Kyyrk holding up the bridge he felt the flame of the Sith Lord inside of him flame up, giving him his power but corrupting him from the inside, this dark energy swelling around him as he tapped into the Eye of Wraith. His brow furrowed as he felt the sweat begin to drip down his face from the strain. His jaw clenched tightly as he continued to force the bridge together.

William's eye watched as some Knights fell before they dispatched the last of the titans, the force of the fight straining against him, his veins bulging with the strain as he continued the strain against his body as he focused his concentration on holding together the bridge.

Glancing over he heard Kyyrk tell him to go, with an exhausted look he groaned before letting go of the weight from his shoulders as he jumped over landing on the far side of the bridge, glancing back to see Kyyrk scoop up the Miralukan woman. William watched as the Lord used his grappling hook to hook onto the wall, a soft sigh of relief escaping his lips as they slammed against the wall, their hold remaining.

He lay down at the edge of the chasm, his arm reaching down towards Kyyrk, "Lord Kyyrk, it would seem you require some aid." His hand offered towards the man, digging his knees into the rock to make sure he didn't move whilst helping the Knight to the solid stone at the entrance of the cave.

 

[Kristyl Vaashe]

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

They had all managed to avoid falling down into the ravine below alongside the collapsing bridge thanks to Taiia Locke 's quick thinking, their Master having pulled both Laneya Wexler and Kristy safely back just in time to watch the entire thing go down hard and fast.

"Are you both okay? I wasn't expecting this. I should not have brought you both here.".

The youngest of the two nodded a little absently, still trying to wrap her head around the sudden...-Was it teleportation? One minute she had been on the bridge, then she wasn't!

In response to their Master's apology, the look over her face held no blame nor resentment in the decision to bring them along. While she was feeling quite fearful of whatever that big statue thing had been, she was just glad to still be standing at this point as the adrenaline continued to course throughout her veins.

"I think I'm good...Uh...Yeah?" she replied, pausing to check herself before looking back up at Taiia and then to Lana next to make sure that her big-sister-squire was alright too. Of course, she was; she was much better at all this stuff than Kristy was!

The last thing Kristy had expected was for their Master to then turn, and suddenly, for some unknown reason, Kristy couldn't make sense of, throw herself off over the side of the collapse. "Wai-Whatta ya doing!?" she shouted after Taiia, but it was too late. She'd already dropped down towards the water below.

The young girl rushed forward, almost skidding to a halt before the ledge and dropping to her knees so that she, too, wouldn't plummet over the edge. Peering over, she looked on after Taiia and soon realized that someone else was down there too. It was that other lady that Kristy didn't know, the one that had been with them walking in. She must have fallen when they were getting to safety?

"Are you two okay??" she called down at Taiia and Allyson Locke , not being able to do much else but hoping they were going to be alright. Looking back to Lana, the pair of them would soon need to find some way to reach their Master, she of whom would soon be seeking Lana's help in carrying the other woman to safety.

...-She was too heavy for Kristy, so it'd have to be lookout duty for the youngest of the group!

She had to still try and act tough, even though nothing had been evident thus far amidst the chaos.

 

[Ascendant Muse]

CHRISTOPHSIS - INNER CHAMBER

The Nightmother was their salvation.

As the bridge crumbled underneath the Knighthood's feet, snap decisions were made. Some would push forward towards the unfolding madness. Others would retreat back towards the entrance. And as the pieces of stone thundered into the aquatic abyss below, thunderous splashes could be faintly heard. If one listened close, that is. For the crash of stone into water paled in comparison to the cacophony occurring just beyond the door.

Fearlessly, the Knighthood rushed into action. The cultists did their absolute best to contain the ritual gone haywire - but to no avail. Many of their midst were struck down by flame and by lightning. The rest had enough sense to attempt to dive for cover. The rift into the Nether continued to expand with each moment. The smell of rotting flesh poured into the space. And if one looked into the abyss, they would see glimpses of those same monstrosities which laid the Knights Obsidian low years before.

The Nightmother was having none of that.

She moved quickly and defied oblivion. A barrier of the Force was hastily erected about the orb at the center of the madness. And with that in place, the lightning struck back upon its form. The flame seared the stone. Its wrath was no longer able to reach outward, but it would only strike inward. As this cycle of mayhem continued, monumental cracks formed in the orb's surface. And underneath those breaks? Light. Golden. Brimming. Light. The stone began to fall away, piece by piece - and the light began to thumb. Each motion reverberated heavily through the Force, enough that even those by the entrance could feel it in their bones.

The last of the stone fell away in but a moment's time.

The lightning and flame drew to a close.

The light grew to be Blinding.

Like a fallen star, the radiance filled the ritual chamber and bled outward. It would burn past the eyelids. Past raised hands. Yet it would not burn. It would not harm. At least, not those who had breached the Temple in the hopes of preventing madness from spilling into the Galaxy. There were cries of terror. Anguish. Suffering. The source of which could finally be seen when the radiance waned to a tolerable level. And once one blinked the residual blur from their vision, they would see all that remained.

The cultists had been reduced to literal cinders.

The portal had been closed. Beasts which had attempted to claw through were burned to piles of ash. And above beat a golden heart. Above existed a God.

"Be. Not. Afraid. Mortals."

The four words were a cacophony, uttered directly into their minds. As if countless languages and tongues were speaking at once. They would find warmth spreading across their body as each syllable rang true. Warmth which closed wounds. Warmth that inspired. Warmth that encouraged them to draw near.

"BE. NOT. AFRAID."

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

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[Kyyrk]

S U R V I V E D
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Kyyrk turned slowly as the residual energy from his fall spun the cord from which he hung. He heard a voice call out to him from above. A glance saw William Bradley 's hand extending down to him. Kyyrk strained against the rope, as he hoisted the unconscious woman in his arms up to the man. Once he felt her weight lift from him, he let go and grabbed on to his grappling cable, using it to pull himself up. Slowly, he clambered up onto the cliff. He collapsed, rolling over onto his back as he caught his breath. He was never fond of doing things like that. Why did he always do things like that?

Kyyrk held up his left fist, elbow resting on the ground. He reached across, and pressed a series of buttons before letting his limbs fall limp again. //I'm still here.// The matter could have ended much worse. But for all the death caused today, he was still alive. He vaguely heard the cacophany of battle behind him, but paid it no mind. Not until he heard the fell howling of the beasts that had nearly ended the Knighthood those years ago. He rolled over, pushing himself to his feet and readying his saber once more. His gaze turned to the still form of Vitaara Oduro, and he stepped between the girl and the beasts. There was still hope for her. But from down the staircase, a light began to shine.

Kyyrk's brow furrowed in confusion. He walked forward slowly. He could hear it. The song. He walked forward slowly, still not quite believing what he was seeing. The ritual chamber was bathed in light, which only grew more intense with each passing moment. Kyyrk stood beside the Nightmother and Abel Denko , staring in wonder at the wall of pure light that shimmered before them. Without thinking, he reached forward as if to lay his palm upon it. Though he could keenly see the cultists within the maelstrom of light burning to ashes, it felt no more warm than a gentle summer's breeze. A voice filled his mind, commanding him to not be afraid. How could he? This...being before them...was it not the same one that had saved him time and again?

Kyyrk closed his eyes, and stepped forward into the wall of light before him, allowing himself to become fully immersed within the display of power. The Light warped around him, channeling itself through him. He took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. The crystal within the man's lightsaber sang with joy at being reunited with its source. Kyyrk's eyes opened as the light subsided, and he looked to the sphere in the middle of the room. This was no tool of Ektheros. Of that much, he was certain. In the absence of the light, Kyyrk felt...cold. As though something was missing. Yet deep down inside of himself, he could feel the same fire raging. Somehow, he knew...it would take little effort to call upon it, and create a light of his own...

Alessandra Creed || Vanya Aklin

 

[Abel Denko]

CHRISTOPHSIS - INNER CHAMBER

This whole ordeal had been a whirlwind.

Whilst standing at the apex of the stairs, the Nightmother had not hesitated to rush past into the fray. Her expertise was this realm - dealing with forces that had no business being in the waking world. Dealing with the monsters that attempted to break through the rift. She cast a barrier around the orb which hurled the elements across the room. And Abel, with his apprentice in mind, did similarly. He knew his limitations - knew that he would only get in her way. And thus draped his dominant hand around Luna Evanstance to draw her closer. His light-shield was raised defensively - and along with it was his will.

A bubble cocooned around them and he braced for the worst.

Watching on baited breath as the blinding light burned within the Nightmother's barrier. As that same light bled forth and engulfed the room. And despite his efforts, the light bled through his bubble. It...it did not burn. It did not hurt. It was...as warm as his mother's embrace. Why was he thinking of her now? It had been a lifetime since she was killed in the street - why was her face all he could see against the blinding light? Was this a trick of the being within it? Ah...but for one bloody moment he indulged. It was hard to resist. Hard to not find comfort in the smile he could see in his mind's eye.

Mo- he began to mouth.

Until the light extinguished. And in its place was a being. A voice. A presence. The gravity of its power was not lost upon Abel and he snapped back to reality. "Stay close." he warned. And though the being asked them not to fear, Abel was cautious. He placed himself between it and his ashen-haired charge. For that was his duty as her mentor.

 

[Tasgetius]

S U R V I V E​

CHRISTOPHSIS - OUTSKIRTS

'Be not afraid' the entity spoke, and it stood in the same line of famous phrases such as 'Don't worry about it' in regards to how one would approach the situation. At that moment they couldn't afford fear; however, it was still something that was worth having around, it kept one alive and ensured that they were capable of pushing themselves to greatness. For Tasgetius he had been dealing with the fears and horrors of the Nether for longer than cared to admit, and this being that had made its existence known in the Galaxy was just another such being. It mattered not that he could feel the warmth that spread throughout his being, this creature was a product of the Nether and nothing from that twisted place ever came free or without a cost - the cost was just not known yet.

Tightening his grip upon the lightsaber in his hand, he remained where he stood, nearly up against the wall as he carefully took a step towards his immediate left, his boot brushing through a pile of ash that had once been a cultist. He was still hesitant to openly accept the appearance of this being as anything other than a threat - not a benevolent creature to be welcomed with open arms; one to be greeted with skepticism and doubt of its nature and its own motives. What washed over him was neither fear nor pleasantries, rather, it was neutrality, a means of keeping himself balanced and how he had managed to survive in the Nether for as long as he did - neither embracing the light nor the darkness that grew and festered respectively in that place. This entity, however, had not made it known which side it came from - after all, even darkness could gain followers with good deeds and honeyed words.

Keeping his blade before him, he slowly circled around, always keeping a respectful distance between himself and the entity whilst also ensuring that he kept himself out of Vanya Aklin way on the off chance that the powers that be decided to fling about their magicks. It was annoying to some extent, having survived the Nether only to be greeted by one of its denizens upon his own escape from that place. Another wheezing sigh slipped from his lips as he took in a deep breath, unsure of what would happen next, though knowing that the likelihood of injury or potentially death still remained upon the horizon.

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​

 

[Laneya Wexler]

Tag: Taiia Locke | Allyson Locke | Kristyl Arenais | Everyone Else



So many things had happened, things that Laneya couldn't even comprehend or keep track of. But part of that was because up until just moments ago, she had been enraptured by whatever the chanting had been. Even now, without the sound, without the voices of the cultists, Lana could still hear it. The tone, the pace, the tune...all much more than the words. It wasn't until the brilliance of light that she really pulled focus, and that was merely because the young squire needed to shield her eyes. Yet the harm she expected to come, did not. Instead she was warmed, caressed by the brightness. It sang in her ears, sweet melodies of songs she had long since forgotten, and for the moment made her forget about the haunting tune she now had burned into her mind from being in this place.

But even that was short lived. The light receded, and then she could not see anything more from where she stood.

Before Lana could question what that was, what could have caused such a reaction, her mentor had reappeared before both her and Kristyl. "What happened to her?" she asked, but upon closer inspection, the younger woman shook her head. "Never mind." The older pair were soaked to the bone, and that was information enough. A soft acknowledging sound was made in the back of Lana's throat and she moved forward to help Taiia as was requested of her. This was most certainly not ideal for the first outing as a team, but it would certainly rack up field experience points in a variety of ways. "Alright, I've got her." Lana stated, or rather she had the part of Allyson that she needed to be helping carry out of this place and hopefully back home.

 

[Felix Aquila]

P R O T E C T​

Equipment: None
Tag: Lunara Azure Narissa Jondi Josiah

Felix was exhausted after his attack, blinking in and out of blackness. He had watched as the blow landed, not only splitting the creatures colossal shield with a singing clang, but flowing through and behind it as well and dropping its arm as though it had been sheared in two by his light. Burning red lines opening the creature up as others capitalized on the loss of limb and armour. It would retaliate, hurling its sword with everything it had, hurtling through the air end over end towards Felix as he would allow one of his shoulders to tilt backwards, leaning out of the path of the weapon which would hew through the air inches from his form.

Felix would reach out a hand to catch the weapon with Telekinesis, but he'd thrown far too much into his attack from before. Slipping through his grip it slew one of the knights behind them... not strong enough. But Felix could feel himself falling to one knee, panting at the exertion he had put in, feeling the edges of his vision beginning to black out as sweat would cover his brow.

It wasn't much longer until the bridge gave an almighty tremble, grabbing one of the other Knights Felix would drag himself to his feet and charging towards the other end, Hurtling the Knight forward and following them up with a force push as they would turn, using a force pull to throw Felix to the safe end at the other side of the bridge leading into the chamber. Something had happened here, something had broken as the smell of char filled the air. Stepping in, it wasn't long until the room was bathed in light.

Felix could feel his energy be revitalized, but, he found himself interested in the nature of this light. Not sunlight, but... something special. He would attempt to absorb the power into himself as he would the rays of the sun. Feel them sink into his form and energize him more deeply as he would bathe in it. He would be deaf to the words that it attempted to whisper into his mind, muffled whispers attempting to pass through thick doors barring entry. Though it would attract the boys' attention, looking up to the shining creature.

"What's... that?"

He would ask Lunara should she still be here with them all... some form of spirit? Or something darker?
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[Lunara Azure]

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Wearing: Tempest Mantle | Tempestas​

Tagging: William Bradley​

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There were few moments in the galaxy, few locations that required a fell gathering such as this conclave of the knights obsidian. Enough power had been gathered in this place to twist the very walls of reality, to bring gods and monsters to their knees. A gathering that the galaxy feared. A gathering that had barely been enough to accomplish their goal.

It was a reminder that the galaxy was filled with wonders that hadn't ever been seen, that history was littered with gathering just like this and more. It was a reminder that no matter how powerful, how capable the Knights Obsidian gathered around her were the truth was that there were others out there just as powerful, there were those in history who eclipsed their capabilities, who you would be forever chasing without any hope of matching, of catching upto. Those who had created these guardians had been one such group.

They might have been defeated, but it was only through luck and some heropic acts, such as the wild disregard of his own safety of the mysterious Kyyrk, and of her own apprentice. The blonde sighed softly, taking a step forward along the edge of the ledge to peer at the giant of a man for a moment. She couldn't deny that he'd done well for himself this day but…she'd have to have a word with him about not throwing himself into danger quite so recklessly again. Saving other's lives was all well and good, and a useful favour to have but not if it meant you'd be giving up your own in return. There was no benefit in that.

All thoughts of benefit, of lecturing William were cast from her mind by the sheer intensity of the being that unveiled itself in the centre of the room, the sheer power that it exuded was unlike any she'd ever seen before. The knights had just fought a great battle, scored a great victory but even all their power, all their capabilities seemed to pale in comparison to the being that had just made itself known to them.



"Don't be afraid? Yeah right, easy for it to say."

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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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"If you had witnessed an actual attack of the magnitude that the Presidium would need to become involved Minister then I assure you that I would already know about it. More eyes than just yours watch the skies and our streets, people I might add who know how to use the correct channels, who know to let my assistant know what it is they want rather than resorting to threats at the first hurdle."

The man raised his eyes to catch the woman's gaze through the screen, one hand gesturing to the side.

"Do you really think that my staff are foolish enough to impede you if you were truly on important business, that they would have stood in your way if you'd told them that it was a matter of urgency for the Confederacy. Instead of talking to them you chose to use your position as a weapon to threaten their boss, and by extension their very livelihood. All because…you wish to know what the Knights Obsidian are doing at this moment."

The dark-haired man's head tilted to the side for a moment, eyes glowing with a pale blue light, before he shook his head.

"I was not aware that the allocation of the Knights Obsidian fell under your jurisdiction Minister Creed, perhaps I missed that decree when it was announced?"

The cyborg let the silence fill the channel for a moment, the woman's ice met with his own, as unyielding as a glacier.

"If you had asked to speak to me about the current disposition of the Knights Obsidian then you would have discovered that they have deployed to meet a threat which required their expertise and that I an monitoring their actions currently."

John had met Alessandra countless times before, had worked on budgets late into the night and had never seen the woman this put out, this shocked and uncomfortable before. So…out of sorts.

Dark eyes softened for a moment, the ice withdrawing from his voice.

"Alessandra, you know us better than that, you know we wouldn't just send the Knights off into the unknown without watching them, unless we thought they could handle it. The Knight Commander and the Vicelord's own son have been deployed on this mission. We're watching them but, we have to trust them to get the job done. If you've heard something, or seen something, if you know some reason I should deploy additional forces to support them…"

A hand gestured at the woman through the screen.

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[Alessandra Creed]

Location: Naboo [Creed Tower]
Tag: Kyyrk | John Locke | Mishel Kryze (No need to respond unless you want to haha...Ale isn't here - But raising heck on Naboo)

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There would be a long silence on the other end of the transmission. Anyone else might have been mollified, mortified, by Exarch Locke dressing them down without pause. Anyone else. His tone was calm, devoid of anger, though, his frustration pressed forward in other ways. Dark eyes bore holes into him through the electronic screen and for a moment he might have thought that the secure line had encountered difficulties and frozen. When she did speak—Her tone held a deep bass that momentarily stressed what the speakers were capable of reproducing. “Do not patronize me.”

“The eyes of the Confederacy are everywhere, are they? Your little birds, little spies. Where the hell were you when the Agents of Chaos took us by surprise and murdered half of Ryloth. Where were you when they made a play for Olanet? Where were YOU when half the Knights Obsidian were decimated under our noses?”

“I am not some wayward, unwashed, tin-foil hat-wearing nutcase off the streets. If I come to you like this it’s because there IS a problem that concerns the Presidium. Your assistant did try and push me off with excuses, so, with respect, kark, your first hurdle. My position IS a weapon just as much as being an Exarch is. You use it without thinking. Without even meaning to—And here we are.”, she paused, staring down the cyborg mogul without a shred of fear. Nor was there any sign she intended to back down. The potshot he took about being over her head would only make the gauntlet she threw that much larger. That much more terrible, indeed, when she threw it down. “You all expect the Ministry to carry on without you—But you keep us in the dark. How is that effective?”

“How can you expect that we can survive when I have to fight more red tape than my taxes to get you on comms? I answer you—Directly. You have my direct line. I expect the same courtesy.”

Some might have been worried that the Exarch might fire them for their impudence. It was certainly possible that he could try, though, she had sincere doubts toward his success. She knew too much and shared a mutually beneficial history with the Vicelord that would likely trump any efforts into having her removed from her station. Thus, she pressed. He softened. She remained as she was. He had already said too much that had placed her on a path that wouldn’t see him as anything other than a potential adversary for quite some time. It was a shame—But it was the truth.

It didn’t take a blind man to see that she was desperately worried.

Perhaps, it was because he was only about half of one.​

“You didn’t send the Knights out into the unknown before, John. We had our intel but most of them died because we missed something. I was speaking to one of them before we lost contact. He was pulled off course, en route back to Naboo, because of the emergency. He asked me to pray that what they’d found wasn’t what he thought it was. That isn’t like him and I can feel it.”

Some things—She just knew. Like, when it was about to rain. Or when someone had passed away. She just knew. The way her stomach was bottoming out told her that something was wrong. It wasn’t just being left in the dark that had sent her tearing through the Exarch’s ear with such ferocity. It was something she couldn’t see yet. Lingering, on the horizon.

There but not there. There and gone.

There and dangerous.

“We send support teams for less. Bill me. I don’t care. Just do something.”

Her eyes finally tore from his. If she was wrong and there was nothing to fear? So be it. A flicker of something unreadable flowed, but it was far from weakness. Her decision and approach were steadfast. This was something else. Her head shook slowly and she glanced down at the keys to her terminal. If he wouldn’t act—She would. The resources and connections that she had acquired of the last decade made her a force to be reckoned with. If she felt like others were carrying their own weight, she was a true ally.

If Alessandra felt like John Locke was jerking her around simply over a power trip?

There would be hell to pay.

//I'm still here.//
Kyyrk
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Some of her ire faded when the words flowed across her communication device. She wasn't sure what that meant, nor, could she really press for details while in a heated debate with Exarch Locke. Did that mean it was over? That the danger had passed? Or had it only just begun? Alessandra didn't feel any better, nor, had the tightness between her shoulders ebbed at all. Kyyrk could still have been fighting for his life for all she knew. They could monitor the situation, but, how much really echoed in real-time? <<Is it over?>>

Quick words. Very, quick, before she looked back at the Exarch.

“Make sure our people come home, this time. That's all I'm asking. Even if it's overkill...Please.”

 

[Ascendant Muse]

Hear me, oh children. Hear the words of MEDJAI.

I am all that stood between this world and the UNMAKER.

I have thwarted and battled HIM for eons. Now, his servants have cut me to ribbons. I am sealed. Bound. MUTED.

Even now, I WANE. I cannot linger.

I cannot protect CREATION from the UNMAKER.

You saw what he is capable of. You bear the scars of UNMAKING. You are the first mortals to openly DEFY him.

This battle now falls to YOU.

The others...they are lost in the LIGHT and DARK. They do not see the truth.

I gift you this - a glimpse of the TRUTH. I gift you my BLESSING and WILL.

Seek out the UNMAKER. Seek out the BANDO GORA before all is UNMADE.​

CHRISTOPHSIS - INNER CHAMBER

The presence worms into every mind.

It overrides every thought - it overcomes will and resistance with ease. For MEDJAI is a GOD.

Each can witness the beginning as if it were seen with their own eyes. They would see the Galaxy from on high - when it was mere infant. When each world was isolated and unable to reach out through Hyperspace. In that beginning, there was not Light. There not Dark. There was Harmony. All spectrums of the Force were in Harmony. All worlds and peoples were in Harmony. Order and Chaos held hands as man and bride.

The UNMAKER moves. A shadow - a bleak presence across the Galaxy. It inspires Chaos. It upsets the Balance. It shatters the peace of the ancient Je'daii and creates the flawed duality of Light and Dark. It inspires worlds to take up the sword and to cut paths across the heavens - to Conquer. It inspires the Light to rise up in defiance, to fight in the name of supposed peace. To blanket the stars in their doctrine of Order. And in one fell swoop, it plunges the Galaxy into a Disharmony that has persisted to this very day.

MEDJAI is roused from her slumber and immediately enters battle with the UNMAKER. She is able to subdue the beast: to plunge him into the Nether. To imprison him. But the damage has run deep. The Disharmony has conquered all.

And with each generation of Chaos, the UNMAKER grows stronger within his prison. His voice reaches out into the waking world, allowing servants to rise.

MEDJAI is ripped asunder. Her literal heart is encased in stone and now beats before the Knights Obsidian.

Her eyes were used as conduits into the UNMAKER'S prison. This sin caused the Cataclysm to consume the Knighthood.

The vision ends, and the Knighthood finds itself whole. A final gift - wounds restored. Deceased pulled from the abyss.

All would rise knowing the truth...Their enemy - the enemy of all has always been watching. Fighting against them.

They are blind no longer...but what will the Knighthood do with this knowledge?

As for Medjai...Her heart beats its last...and the light fades to nothing.

For the battle now belongs to THEM.

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

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