Pain is a understatement. Mandos & Pubs vs One Sith [Temple of Pain]

[Khallesh]

Location: Temple Center
Objective: Keep fighting
Allies: The One Sith, [member="Sifa Tirel"]
Enemies: Mandalorians & Republic
Equipment: Vong Toys

Mandalorians. Their very appearance was an affront to the Yuuzhan Vong. They brazenly flaunted their reliance on infidel machines: clanking powered armour, jetpacks; blasters. Khallesh would stop this heresy on the doorstep of the One Sith.

Unlike the Jeedai she had not lightsabre to cover her approach. Instead she had to rely on her agility and armour. She skittered between pieces of cover, but the mandalorians seemed to have turned their focus on the pale girl.

Still a blaster bolt caught her square on the thigh, nearly toppling her as she bounced on the balls of her feet. “Do-ro'ik vong pratte!” she screamed as she covered the last few feet, ignoring the pain.

Her arachnostaff tightened in her grip as it hardened into a spear. She lashed straight out with the tail end, the stinger glistening with venom. The mandolorian moved to block it, but her strike was true. It tail struck just underneath the midriff, slicing straight through the underlay of his armour. He barely even screamed as the toxins attacked his nervous system and snuffed out his life.

Khallesh wasted no time and rolled to the side as several blaster bolts lanced her way. The arachnostaff changed its form at her command, slithering down her arm and changing shape. Now the weapon was more akin to a curved scimitar, freeing up her spare hand for a Flash Bug to cover her next move.

 

[Mythos]

Location: Running through what remains of the Temple under heavy Mando fire
Allies: OS
Enemies : [member="Vilaz Munin"] OOC: Nuh uh! XD
Objective: Get the Hell out of here before this place gets overrun with Mandalorians and Jedis.

As soon the place was lit up by what seemed like a Nuclear Explosion the Smart side of Animus' brain activated for the first time in the entire encounter. He was on the run, no engaging, no fighting anyone. Just Run Animus. Run until you hear the Blaster fire be drowned out. Easier said than Done when the Elite Mandalorian Commandos with Jetpacks were on your ass. Animus was a Sith Assassin however... He knew how to duck and weave behind broken stones and let his enemies pass, he knew that speed and stealth were sisters and they held each other's hands. Using Force Stealth to diminish his Signature to be undetectable he dashed into the trees and away from the battlefield as fast as he could.

Once "Safe" (No such thing in this encounter) and running through the forest he noticed he had one of the Elite Commando Mandalorians on him and he was forced to fight. Blasting him with a bolt of lightning did little but slow him down as the Beskar armor proved to be much to his dismay, very very good. The Mandalorian blasted him with heavy projectiles that looked like karking Artillery! How could such a massive Explosion come from his Wrist!? What the Kark? Animus did not expect it and the blast impact was instant.
He ducked to the side which proved useless, as his body was flown aside to the Explosion and the Mando commander was on him like Bees on Honey as he landed on the floor.
Animus was hit hard and he was flat on his back as the Mandalorian stood over him relishing in his victory.

"Any last words Sith Scum?"
The mandalorian pointed his blaster at Animus standing over him in triumph. Leveled with great skill the Mandalorian would have done good not to monologue.
"Yeah, Your Mother's a whore"

Without hesitation and with the Last of his strength he pulled out his ELG blaster. Commonly referred to as the "Diplomats blaster."
He ducked his head to the side as the Mandalorian blasted at his face sending Woodchips from the trunk behind him flying everywhere and Mythos shot him under the helmet. The Mandalorian staggered back clutching his neck who was now bleeding profusely and died at the spot.
"Damn... that was just one of them..." Animus muttered under his breath activating his distress beacon.

He lay there... for what seemed like hours before a Hod Sneaked through the woods and had his body picked up. The Mandalorian had managed to break his spine in the fall, and under fire he had to be brought in with a stretcher... He did not let go of Kezeroth's Lightclub however. In the Stretched his hands clasped the mighty thing for dear life. The Hog Flying out quickly and vanishing into the atmosphere shortly after. He faded to black... He now knew what a Mando could do. He would never underestimate them again.



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[Bolt]

Objective: Defend the Temple
Location: Temple of Pain
Allies: One Sith / [member="Naga Itesak"]
Enemies: [member="Braith"] / [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Gear: Thermoguard Bodyglove Demon Armor / Swords / Amphistaff / Tsaisi

As the Demon 'walked' closer, when Zaiden had twice commanded to leap as well as attack but got no acknowledgement, Zaiden had already finished resupplying himself with energy as well as having slain several dozen beings around himself.

He contemplated the undead, but they would likely be blatantly ignorant to his choices of attack as well.

So instead he lept high into the air, soaring over towards the woman who fought his creation. As he began to descend, Zaiden saw the woman raise an arm, and within the attached hand was a large Spear.

Instantly worrying about his creation, Zaiden cast his Force Cloak about the other as well - vertically as Zaiden had yet to reach the ground properly. Then from closer proximity, forced his being to side step. To which the large weapon harmlessly passed through air.

Landing with an imperceptible tap, Zaiden released both Cloaks, and stared at the young woman. He to noticed Corvus racing toward them, and grinned as he pondered if she was planning join the fray. It would be interesting if she did!

Turning his mind back, he sensed the youngling he came to aid racing away, Do not run! Stay and fight for the causes you believe in! If you do this, I will do my best to protect you! If we are to lose, we leave then!

Turning his gaze back to the woman who first approached, he called across the distance, "You must be aware of what will happen if you attack this planet, yet you attempt so anyways! I offer a single warning! Turn back!" As he said this, his words were carried along by the Force to offer Corvus the same warning.

If the youngling returned, it would be 3 against 2, and one of those Master bearing many tricks! It was to be a wonderful adventure!

 

[Caleb Brolen]

Location:Inside Temple
Objective: Power Generator
Alliesubs And Mandos
Enemies: Os

As I heard the screams of battle echo in the distance I felt something in the force. It was ferocious but then after a few seconds it seemed to become calm once more. I had never felt anything like that but if your at some Sith temple and you feel a strange feeling then it's best to go check it out before something bad happens. I looked back at my astromech droid and said "R20 guard the ship" and I heard a series of beeps and boops as I ran towards the fighting.

As I ran for a few minutes later I came to a overarch above [member="Corvus Raaf"] to see her and someone else facing two other people. I stayed out of it because I didn't want to get in there way and it seemed serious. I continued running and sneaking towards the power generator trying to stay out of site as much as I could.

 

[Turin Val Kur]

Opponent: [member="Lord Sebastian"]
Objetive: Fight some Sith, defeat some darkness

Life came and life went. As Turin's saber hummed he watched as the mighty Kezeroth fell to the silver haired Sith. He grimaced at the scene before him. It was good that somethings had not changed, even in this Galaxy. Where he had been surprised by some of the Jedi he had had met that were still alive or had gone Dark, Sebastian was one that he knew well and cared not for.

He stepped forward, not registering that the battle was still going on around him. His heavy boot rising and stepping over the Gen'dai's dried corpse. "Impressive," he flourished a his lightsaber, "Most impressive...But even in my realm the Mercenary behemoth Kezeroth was an undisciplined mass of hatred. Your end lies with me, Sith." he spat the last word as if it were poison in his mouth.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Knock knock
Allies: Mandalorian and Republic forces, and of course, Corvus Raaf
Enemies: Sage Bane and other Sith, but mostly Sage
Gear: Robes Lightsaber Second Lightsaber

"Why thank you, Mand'alor," Taeli said, nodding her head with a slight smile. Manners was always appreciated, especially manners that had such an effect on the decor like that. If there was one thing the Mandos could do, it was make a point. Kezeroth had died, she hadn't expected that, but then again ... unfocused hate and anger could only go so far, could only make one a behemoth for so long. Well, worse came to worse, there were always other ways to ... well she shrugged.

Heading inside, she could feel the compulsion to find Connor, to fight along side him, to save him. It was something she would have done regardless, but she wondered why whatever Sith he was fighting was trying to draw in more Jedi. Honey pot trap? Possibly. The compulsion might be stronger, but she had a feeling because someone's attention was split between multiple tasks, it wasn't as powerful as it could.

The battle raged, but she headed towards the ... interesting. She kept heading towards where Connor's presence was radiating from, hoping to see him in just a moment.

 

[Rapax]

Location: some where in the trees near the battle zone
Allies: [member="Razor Shot"]
Enemies: [member="Braith"] [member="Corvus Raaf"]?
Objective: let us take the jedis heart and feast on her flesh.

Naga stopped and the thought of a mere acolyte finally taking the life of one of the jedis strongest brought a twisted grin to his face. He grabbed a few more explosives arrows adding 6 more to his 10 already, And leaped to an arch in the shadows and saw braith he readied the explosive arrow and aimed for her head. With nothing but the back ground of battle as his noise he let it loose towards her face in the hopes that the explosion would blind her or better yet destroy a piece of her armor for a weak spot.

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Location: Heading back into the Temple
Allies: Republic and Mandos [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Turin Val Kur"] [member="Caleb Brolen"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] @Azreal
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Razor Shot"] [member="Darth Mythos"] [member="Khallesh"] [member="Sifa Tirel"]
Objective?: Avenge

Sad, angry & determined to Avenge is only trusted friend. Very quickly he found himself by the crater where the Gen'dai ended. Picking up Kezeroths broken armor mask Nulgath spoke into the damaged comm. " Dearest allies, This is Nulgath Zardai also known as Darth Mudrac. This strike against the Sith could not be done without your assistance, my Intel and lastly Kezeroths Sacrifice. We are in in debt to each other." Nulgath then dropped the shattered mask to the ground, there was nothing else left to say. He had admitted aloud on the comms that he was the traitor and thanked both Republic and Mandalorian for their forces aid. The heavy blow was done..

Turning his attention to the front gates, Nulgath's eyes flashed a dark purple as he raised his hands releasing a storm of force lightning to the aspiring sith defending the Temple and the droids as well. This was done so all could see the Sith kngihts true colors. His anger was manifest through his powers and as he continued his assualt on One Sith his quietly recited an old creed that would always encourage him to give his all.

" There is no passion... There is solely obsession
There is no knowledge. There is solely conviction.
There is no purpose. There is solely will
There is nothing... Only me."

One Sith as a group was a joke. A single tactical mind had brought ruin on a single One Sith Temple, showing a intelligence that rivaled the Sith Order as a whole. There was one vision, one mind, one plan, one with all the power. " ...Only Me." a smirk grew as he stated the last part again only to boost his own ego and pride.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Location: Temple Gates
Objective: None Shall Pass
Ally: [member="Darth Mythos"]
Enemy: [member="Turin Val Kur"]


Lord Sebastian watched the Knight take the Mandalorian's lightsaber, but Sebastian had his sights set on something less metaphysical and more valuable and he didn't have to wait long. Upon his death the Mandalorian's dark side energies were released. He took a deep breath for the great pain that was coming. He fell into the dark side and began to reach out to the exploding darkness using all his power to make a connection. His purpose was to not let such power go unwasted.

He began absorbing the power and darkness into the eyes of his cane as he began to let out an ear piercing scream that had his voice and the Mandalorian's voice deepness, but he was not absorbing the soul of the Mandalorian's, only the lose power. His mind was becoming clouded by pain and agony as he absorbed such Dark Powers into his cane and receiving the backlash. Very similar to the Sith Inquistor absorbing Force Ghosts, but he was absorbing power making it his own. The power proved to be too much for the eyes of his cane so he began absorbing it into hiss body as well to increase his power in the Dark Side He skin became infused with the power making them begin to restore and him appear to lose age and go back to how he was in his 20s.

Lord Sebastian fell to his knees as it all ended. He was not able to absorb it all, maybe half. He was sweating blood and still in great pain. His eyes were glowing red as his body looked to be burning with black smoke like fire. He began to laugh in his pain forcing the mind to block the pain. After many moments he stood again and looked at the Knight and his request for training, "...find me... After... We will talk."

He wanted to test his power and rest at the same time. He felt stronger, better and now a new person came to make his first desire come true. He knew not who the person was nor did he care. Upon the threat he lightly laughed and then laughed even louder for a while. He finally settled down, "go play with someone else, you are not worth my blade."

 

[Sifa Tirel]

Location: Temple Center
Objective: Learn!
Allies: The One Sith, [member="Khallesh"]
Enemies: Mandalorians & Republic, [member="Darth Mudrac"]
Equipment: Lightsaber

Her lightsaber flicked up, her other hand scrunched as a mandalorian suddenly seized in place. The Force wrapped around him, tying him into place and forcing his body to stall. Sifa slashed the bright plasma of her lightsaber and cut into the knee, the armor there segmented and broken. As soon as she did the force around him dropped away and the armored man collapsed to the ground, his falling body meant with the strong daze of her lightsaber.

In almost that exact second a voice carried over her comm-device, a frown tugging at her lips.

Searing plasma flicked up to catch stray bolts of lightning, the half focused attack glancing off her blue lightsaber almost as an afterthought. A curse escaped her lips, her eyes dashing over towards Khallesh. The Yuuzhan Vong woman was fighting Jedi, perhaps she would not be able to see the lightning in time, though it had been foolish of the man to warn of his betrayal before conducting it.

It wasn't what she would have done.

Better to remain in secret, better to remain hidden. As the lightning ceased Sifa flicked her lightsaber to the side, slicing a gargoyle statue in half. Her free hand wrenched, and suddenly the hunk of rock soared towards the traitor Sith.

 

[Khallesh]

Location: Temple Center
Objective: Keep fighting
Allies: The One Sith, [member="Sifa Tirel"]
Enemies: Mandalorians & Republic
Equipment: Vong Toys

A bright arterial spray of blood coated Khallesh’ armour as her strike hit home. The Mandalorian stayed on his feet for a moment, head lolling back and showing the deep gouge the Yuuzhan Vong had carved through his neck. Armour always had holes, and the amphistaff was always willing to find them. His blaster was dropped to the floor, then he slumped to his knees and fell to the side.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, right before a stray bolt of lightning caught her in the chest. Khallesh was thrown from her feet, her body wracked with pain as she involuntarily spasmed. Fortunately the traitor Sith was throwing lightning at many opponents and she was able to roll back behind the loose chunk of masonry and regain control of her faculties. A pair of defending droid soldiers fell from the walls above.

She watched curiously as the pale human used her lightsabre to absorb some of the cerulean tendrils. There was nothing dishonourable about using a distraction to close on an enemy, as long as the intention was to reach combat. That was after all, what they still bred Chazrach for.

Khallesh sprung out of cover, keeping Sifa Tirel between herself and their opponent – who had revealed himself so clearly with his dazzling show of power. Khallesh planted her right foot and brought her arm around in a wide swing.

Perhaps as [member="Darth Mudrac"] focussed on the hunk of rock Sifa Tirel had thrown his way, he would not notice the small razor bug cutting through the air to his right and homing in on his position.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

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Objective: Defend the temple.
Location: Temple of Pain.
Enemies: [member="Azrael"] and his rude companions.
Allies: One Sith love.
Gear: [SIZE=9pt]Armour[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Tsaisibola[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Nagajj[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], standard lightsabre.[/SIZE]

If there was one thing for which she had to admire the Mandalorians, then it was their ability of making a karking mess of things. They efficiently reduced the architectural marvel of an archway to dust, when frankly all they had to do was knock. The fight would come all the same. Such wanton chaos and lust for destruction was unbecoming of an ally to the Jedi. Oh what fun they could have had if only they aligned with the Sith. However, such was not the way of things. The beskar-clad barbarians had set their grubby hands on a jewel in the Dark Lord’s treasury and as such, the hand would bleed.

Cracking, groaning, roaring as it tumbled down in a heap of rubble. Ophidia put her helmet on her head as the archway collapsed in the next room. Dust scattered through the room in a gust of wind from the blast and rubble rolled out on the once squeaky clean stone floors. She could hear the roaring sound of jetpacks. Who wore jetpacks? Mandalorians wore jetpacks. Jedi were too fond of jumping, in her experience.

Instinctively, the Assassin melted into the shadowy corners of the hall. Her presence melted away, and her physical form enveloped in transparent fog, as she turned light away from her. She was not one to storm into the fray like an angered Oxibeast. No, she would watch; she would wait. Darth Ophidia would pick her target and make them bleed as a whole. From behind the metal visor of her helmet, she watched with perfect sight the intrusion of the Mandalorians, and her heart filled to the brim with sweet, succulent hatred. It bubbled up inside her like a sticky semi-liquid substance, fuel for the Pale Assassin’s wrath.

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Location: Temple of Pain
Allies: Mando and Republic
Enemies: [member="Khallesh"] & [member="Sifa Tirel"]
Objective: Avenge
Equipment: See page 1

A singular sinister spike of darkside energy emitted from Nulgath as his sense of danger alarmed him of the rock incoming on his person. Extending a hand the Knight slowed the hunk of statue with his grasp in the Force, with the twist of his fingers Lightning ravaged the material floating above his hand. It was overloaded with Lightning sparking like a circuit, Glancing at [member="Sifa Tirel"] the Acolyte from before only made Nulgath frown in his mask some what. " Where is your thorns oh beautiful rose? " he commented to the young lady who attacked him. She was stunning in his eyes as was every female host of the darkside but this admiration was not to mistaken with weakness. Blasting the hunk of charged statue back toward [member="Sifa Tirel"] with a smirk Nulgath would enjoy watching the material explode with Lightning on contact.

With his hand still extended the Epicanthix blinked as something zipped past his armored bracers cutting deep into the Terantatek Hide and scratching the Phrik plating. Something hit him but what was it? Looking around he heard the Razor bug once more as it again zipped back his back lightly cutting him. " Ow." He muttered as he finally caught a glimpse of the damned thing. Following the Razor bug was annoying and made Nulgath turn around like he was watching a fly buzz around him. Fed up with the non sense of such a device the knight exhaled releasing a burst of lightning that arced from his very body causing the Razor Bug to fall still to the ground.

Glancing around Nulgath remembered the Yuuzhan Vong that was at the Temple earlier from before. Where was she hiding? [member="Khallesh"]

 

[Azrael]

Location: Just inside the Temple Gates
Objective: Payback
Allies: Mando'ade and Republic Jetti
Enemies: [member="Darth Ophidia"] | Dar'Jetti
Gear: Sith Breaker Loadout

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  Solus Irud Beskar'gam
  
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  E'tad Kal (back mounted)
  
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  Ripper Mk2 (right hip of gunbelt)
  
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  Force Breaker Grenades x3 (on gunbelt)
  
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  Thermal Detonators x2
  
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  Beskad (left hip of gunbelt)
  

One singular beam of angular shaped light spilled into the temple with jagged lines tracing the path of the entrance's current ruin and shining into the Hall of Sorrows. The Sith had constructed a massive complex on this planet, and it would certainly be a marvel to take in if he'd had the time or the patience to admire such architecture. This was not a sight-seeing tour of the Dar'Jetti's shrine to all things dark, this was a mission to usurp their content state of power and throttle them into the notion that while war still raged on, many battles could still upset the balance of power and force them into unforeseen circumstances that would not be kind to their path, or their plan. Dust settled in clouds as a single movement near the ceiling zipped through the massive gate. With such ornate and and majestic size - the form of the Manda'alor looked like nothing but a singular speck on the horizon given the scope and expanse of the temple. Twin jets of brilliant red though trailed his form through the immediate conclave whipping through a line of Sith compatriots that were coming to reinforce the doors. A pair of metallic orbs dropped from the salvager and into the crowd, before his form was meters away, and the explosion and loss of life ripped apart the reinforcements, given the Mandalorian time to land amid the chaos.

Years ago, when he had first seen Mandalore up close and personal, he'd been told of what the Sith had done. A nuclear strike had shaken the foundations of the Mandalorian's home planet - courtesy of these insolent insects that kept crawling back up to the surface. From there his hatred of the Sith had begun, and had only founded itself in more fervor with every atrocity that came at the Mandalorians with. From watching the Liberator die by their hand, seeing his Ori'vod being overtaken by their Dark Lord, and watching his adopted Father perish. The Sith had taken a great many things from him - most recent of which was the brute known as Kezeroth. Any chance the salvager had to repay some of that insidious destruction, he took full advantage of. There was a reason that there was a shoot to kill order out for any compatriots of the One Sith Empire anywhere on Mandalorian soil. Their only chance was renouncing their allegiance and praying that the Mandalorians might show mercy - but there was no mercy to be found here. He would not relent or pity their kind - they were simply in the path of slaughter as far as he was concerned.

Unfamiliar settings required immediate readings, and once the half-blood's boots hit the ground and the jetpack engines waned to a halt - his HUD lit up his view with readings from the entire area surrounding him. Within seconds the Ripper was hoisted into his hands, balancing his right wrist on the bionic left while moving at a soldier's clip in a muted stealth. Infrared and night vision coming into a dual overlay allowed the warrior to see both heat signatures and low levels of light without exposing any beam of light from a glow-rod. Utilizing a slightly hunched posture and careful sole presses to the tiled ground beneath, Azrael shifted in his stance and moved further into the temple. With the forces outside fighting, many had already made it to the exits to defend the temple or flee in complete cowardice. There was not a great many likely to be found inside the temple, and thus his unit was fanning out looking for stragglers to pick off.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: South of the Temple of Pain
Allies: The Republic, [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Enemies: The One Sith, [member="Naga Itesak"], [member="Razor Shot"]
Objective: Break Things, Kill Creeps
Gear: Plates of Scorn, Maw of Midnight, Offering Crystal (1)
Theme: Re-Education (Through Labor) by Rise Against

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[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7t72Ctb4TTE[/media]

A roll of her eyes, a flick of her wrist, and the spear plunged directly into the ground some ten meters beyond where she had anticipated her weapon to strike the smoke demon. In reality, had the man had the beast strike out at her when it had the chance - when she had still been frozen in place - a very different scenario would have played out, but he had delayed too long, acted too much, and had tried to mount far too much at one time. The window of opportunity had been short, and it had long-since passed. And, with true slime-ball villainy, he began the process of trying to scare her off - something he would have been better of not trying to provoke. Unfortunately for this Sith, Corvus seemed to be alive and well - she was actually approaching the general area, apparently - and thus this facade faded faster than food placed before a starving Gungan. It appeared this fellow was a master of multi-tasking, having simultaneously performed a deadly field of draining the lives of others, conjured a demon of smoke, and telepathically communicated with her while also cloaking both himself and his beast at once. If it weren't for the fact that all of this was relatively pointless, perhaps the Alua'an would have been alarmed. But, clearly, his specialties lied in saving his, and his creation's, own hide, not dealing with foes that could pose any modicum of a threat. So it had came to no surprise to her when the Sith had deigned himself to protect a worthless creature rather than take advantage of her assault on the demon to strike at her - only slowing the inevitable. And with the closing of her eyes as he spoke the spark of sight that reached farther than his words, the feeling of farsight, she knew the danger fast-approaching her, the arrow, or projectile, which would quickly prove to further frustrate her. So, rather than dignify the man's rather empty threat with a response, she promptly leaned her body to the left, lifted her left arm, and released a massive display of electric might - a stream of force lightning which cackled and licked at the frosty air, which the Sith had managed to forget.

Being that frosted air slowed the molecules of water vapor in the air to the point of becoming "moist", the lightning was carried ever-quicker to the approaching target, an arrow bearing an explosive payload. A simple touch of a spark from the surge resulted in a modest explosion and the lowering of her hand while she rotated her helmet-covered her to look towards the rapidly descending master that had spoken out to her, her face no longer bearing a single blemish from the shattered arrow that had scraped the side of her cheek minutes ago. "Focus on surviving." Braith muttered, pursing her lips as she evened out her posture and gestured towards herself at the spear that had lodged itself in the ground. While the weapon hid itself from conventional methods of detection, primarily due to the alchemical enchantment that had placed a permanent force stealth on the spear, Braith possessed a unique method of being aware of her belongings - and friends - at all times, a blood trail. To her, unless cloaked by the might of the White Current alone, there was almost nothing that could separate her from her weapons and belongings. A simple telekinetic pull and the spear was ripped from the ground that was now covered in frost and flew directly into her hand, rotating somewhat so she was holding it vertically. If the Sith wanted to play the game of hide and seek, with the help of some strange archer in the distance, she would most certainly play his game, and she would either rip him apart, limb from limb, or force him to back down - there would be no retreat on her part.

 

[Sifa Tirel]

Location: Temple Center
Objective: Learn!
Allies: The One Sith, [member="Khallesh"]
Enemies: Mandalorians & Republic, [member="Darth Mudrac"]
Equipment: Lightsaber

Sifa reacted more out of instinct than anything else. Her free hand swept up and over, grasping the hunk of rock and tearing it out of the ground, throwing it towards a nearby wall. The Gargoyle head exploded, tearing apart the rock and mortar of the wall, half razing the structure. A wince tore through her as the crackle of lighting licked against her flesh, nipping at her and singing the hairs on her arm.

She shifted, her eyes locking onto the Traitor.

Khallesh was moving towards him, slowly, but she needed time.

Sifa shifted her grip on her lightsaber, then broke into a spring. She didn't run towards the Traitor, instead she broke off to the side and rushed towards one of the Mandalorians that she had broken earlier. A moan escaped from one of the men, though Sifa hardly payed attention to him. From his belt she tore a blaster, a simple pistol. As soon as she gripped it she turned on a dime.

Three shots rang out, each directed at the Traitor Sith, half a second after they sputter from the blaster Sifa tore her arm back and threw her lightsaber. A telekinetic chain wrapped around her own saber, the spinning blade still being held by her even as it became little more than a disc of burning plasma headed towards the traitor.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: Defend the Temple
Location: Hall of Sorrows
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Gear:

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Zeyd-cloth black robes with armorweave underclothing
lightsaber
Sessile trio-staff
The Blade of the Satvas

Amid the ferocious rumble of falling debris, the main door to the temple was breached, allowing Jedi Knights and Mandalorian soldiers to spill into the temple's halls. It took all of the Sith Sorceror’s control to hold back the hatred and rage caused by the sight of his prized temple being swarmed by these saboteurs. Along with the throngs of allied forces pouring into the Hall of Sorrows was a delicious shimmering in the Force, a portent of death and destruction as one of the temple's antagonists was snuffed out like a flame. This fatal triumph of the Dark Side filled Sage with an indescribable ecstasy that almost took his breath away.

As the intruders drifted into the temple like a turning tide, Sage's eyes flashed red. If Sage did not need to conserve his energy to keep up the illusion, he would have unleashed the full power of his Hadzuska Rowa on the opposing forces as they filed in, using the main entrance way as a funnel of death, but the Sith had other plans, namely the mind-fracking of a beautiful, raven-hair Raaf sister. With one simple mental command, with a blink-or-you’d-miss-it quickness, his shadow wolves loped back to the temple interior and returned to their master’s cast shadow, where they would stay unless he summoned them again. Disguised as the Silver Sanctum Jedi Master, Connor Harrison, replete with a light sided signature, Sage raised his red blade against the temple’s security droids, whirling into a series of graceful Ataru strikes, halving them in two. To the enemy, he was another warrior of the Light, or so he hoped.

He saw her entering the temple with the throng, wearing robes almost as black as the Sith. Ah, yes, she used to be a Sith Lady herself. How strange it must be for her to enter a temple such as this. He wondered, did she feel the pull of the Dark Side as she laid eyes on the towering stone Sith Lords that decorated the Hall of Sorrow?

There you are, the pretty little moth to my brightly burning flame. Now let’s see how brittle your wings are.

"Taeli!" Sage cried out, mirroring Harrison's rumbling baritone as best he could. He danced with the security droids, leaving metal arms and legs in a tangle on the marble floor.

"Over here! I need your help!"

 

[Khallesh]

Location: Temple Center
Objective: Keep fighting
Allies: The One Sith, [member="Sifa Tirel"]
Enemies: Mandalorians & Republic [member="Darth Mudrac"]
Equipment: Vong Toys

Khallesh broke to the opposite direction, legs pumping hard as she accelerated. She was bred for war, born for war, brought up in war. Her muscular legs ate up the ground as the arachnostaff unfurled in her right hand. Her left flicked out as she closed, hurling a blob of Blorash Jelly towards her opponent. Fixing him in place would be to her advantage, allowing her to close with impunity. The Sith would need to fling something in its path, or move out of the way rapidly, either would suit her purpose. Would a treacherous Sith be as dangerous as a Jeedai in combat? Already he had discarded his honour and turned on his own crime. A heinous crime for any, but as far as the Yuuzhan Vong was concerned there was no death too unpleasant for such a foe.

Khallesh’ keen eyes appraised her opponent. He wore a thick hide coat that had apparently halted even a pass from a Razor Bug. Yet his legs were surprisingly uncovered. She planted her right foot, almost immediately arresting her momentum. Her right arm snapped forwards, holding the tail of her arachnostaff. Like a whip, the organic weapon snapped out, jaws open and searching for a target on the Sith’s closest thigh.

 

[Rapax]

Location: some where in the trees near the battle zone
Allies: [member="Razor Shot"]
Enemies:[member="Braith"] [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Objective: let us take the jedis heart and feast on her flesh.

Naga Snarled that his arrow was intercepted so quickly, This was going to be no small feat defeating this jedi but should she fall he was going to keep her gear as a trophy. He moved again as he always has been doing since the start of his snipe attempt, He found out that his attempts to try and nail her with the arrows would fail.

So he decided to try and attack her with a barrage of lightning. Naga would send a bolt then move before unleashing another and this was how he attacked for now, Tried to avoid close range combat with her at the moment.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Objective: Make it clear — nobody tells Corvus which parade to rain on!
Location: Temple of Pain
Allies: [member="Braith"]
Enemies: [member="Naga Itesak"] | [member="Razor Shot"]
Gear: Meh…
Theme: Time for that theme…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DB2ELkIzWQ0

Turn back! Really?

She was a Jedi. She had said it before and she would say it again. She was sworn to oppose evil — and do whatever she needed to do to ensure that abominations like the Temple of Pain were removed from the galaxy.

So the warning was shared with the wrong person. As she walked she connected with Braith momentarily. ‘You have company mo chuisle.'

And now walking forward once more, she sheathed her sword. Entering Center of Being she merely closed the gap on her foes, intending to be at Braith’s side. She did not rush, her pace was slow and steady. They were clearly not going anywhere and she was reminded of the Code. The words of Master Wiwa. How speed did not lead to success. Corvus had learned to recognise when speed was not important. It was rarely necessary to strike the first blow, but it was invariably vital to strike the last blow.

And as she walked, she thought out loud, her voice low and barely audible.

“I'm the voice inside your head
You refuse to hear
I'm the face that you have to face
Mirrored in your stare
I'm what's left, I'm what's right
I'm the enemy
I'm the hand that will take you down
Bring you to your knees

So who are you?
Yeah, who are you?”

She was patient. She was assured and she was ready. The Sith were defeated. They just didn’t know it yet.