Skirmish Rumors-- SJC/TSE

[Kyra Perl]

Location: Building top-> river bank
Tags: Coren Starchaser Thirdas Heavenshield

Spoiler: JERKS WHO MESS UP PERFECTLY GOOD LIVES

Location | Abandoned Construction Site
Objective | Follow Something Predetermined
Writing With | AMCO | Kyra Perl | Thirdas Heavenshield | Coren Starchaser | Darth Prazutis | Darth Void

Nida’s first through was of regret—regret that she had not been taller, nor positioned well enough to plunge the blade into his heart.

It took Thirdas an eternity to realize what had just happened. Even though it was only a few short seconds, Nida’s typical patience was razor thin with the dark side assailing her, probing it’s way deeper into her mind and spirit. She watched as Thirdas’ body fell away, tumbling down the staircase entwined with Kyra’s.

Nida grimaced as her sister's scream rippled through the air, pain lancing from her core and dancing through every nerve in her body. Unbeknownst to her, this was the tension of pain that her betrayal had caused Thirdas, felt through their force bond. Perhaps when she calmed down she would have the mind to re-examine her feelings about him, but for now, they were as twisted as the mangled remains of buildings on Yurb. As Kyra pleaded with her, fury rose in her chest and she gave herself to it willingly, finding the poison of anger addictive.

“Stop being such a brat, Kyra. By the Force, didn’t you want this? You’ve been trying to drive us apart for ages.” Nida’s tone was level, but the smoke of her ire was coiling around her words. She gestured widely with the knife, sending a few drops of Thirdas’ blood spraying. Caught up as she was, she knew that Kyra had not intended for actual harm to come to Thirdas. But it had come anyway.

As Kyra desperately turned to Adrian, Nida shook her head. “No, you have it wrong, Kyra. Adrian simply helped me to realize who I am.” Inhaling sharply, her senses flared at the incoming lash of psychic energy. Someone like Adrian could more than handle himself, but she did not want her sister to be retaliated against.

“Kyra—Kyra!” Speaking harshly in admonishment, she dropped the knife and rushed to her sister and grasped her face in both hands. “Kyra, I am awake for the first time in a long time. I am not a Jedi, Kyra, that path was never meant for me. I am a Child of Dark Lord.”

She stroked her sister’s cheek with a thumb, leaving a bloody imprint. “As I was meant to be.”

Location: Near Starport, construction site.
Objective: Truth in falsehood. Seek out and disable the assailants.
Writing With: Nida Perl || Thirdas Heavenshield | Kyra Perl
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Always playing the hero, these Jedi and their pawns. Always so eager to fling themselves about like the self-righteous ragdolls they were. No matter, he could sense that the younger Perl remained mostly unharmed... and less fortunately, that the Heavenshield still breathed.

He had yet to hone his telepathic senses to the point of being able to notice the explosives in the building or the man's suicidal bravery, however.

Strolling down the stairs after Nida, the Sith Lord furrowed his brow at the sisters' exchange. Drive them apart? Were they... oh, oh that was awkward. He could only guess if and how that would influence whatever conditioning the girl had been put through as a child. Such thoughts were quickly left by the wayside as Kyra lashed out against him, however, lazy smile twisting into a grimace at her surprising strength.

Pushing back the growing headache with a grunt and an exertion of energy, Adrian's skin briefly rippled as power flowed through him, reinforcing his defences in case she opted to continue. Such folly, such audacity... such raw, untrained potential.

He had never been able to resist potential.

"My oh my, that hurt my feelings." Though his smile seemed somewhat forced, the look of interest in his eyes was genuine, as were his feelings on the matter. He had no desire whatsoever to harm the girl, however annoying she was. "Listen to your sister, Kyra. I am sure she wants what's best for herself - and for you." Pausing, his smile turned wicked. "Come to think of it, surrendering seems the best way to save him."

Nodding in the man's direction, obscured by the sisters as he was, Adrian continued. "You can play nurse and I can call in a trauma team."

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Construction Site
Going for a Swim

"S-stubborn--" he muttered under his breath, unable to finish his thought due to a spike of pain as Kyra stood in defiance of her sister and the Sith Lord seemingly pulling the strings of Nida's psyche.

He was still alive, despite currently bleeding to death, and was able to push himself to sit up with his back against the wall where he was able to watch the confrontation between the Perl sisters, one hand pressed against his abdomen. His other hand on the trigger of the remote.

"Nida," he called out after mustering his strength for a few laboured breaths. He raised his bloody hand that had until now attempted to stem the sanguine tide of his stabbing wound, as if trying to reach out towards his beloved.

Tears that had formed in the corners of his eyes now traveled down both cheeks, before he suddenly yanked his hand back as if tugging on an invisible chord, grabbing hold of Kyra through an untrained use of the Force and pulling her back down the stairs into his arms, securing her as he now held out his other hand, revealing his finger on the trigger.

His eyes settled on Nida's, showing nothing but grief.

"I'll always love you."

He squeezed the red trigger, activating the explosive charges hidden in key points of the site. Several loud explosions shook the unfinished building at its core, causing incredible tremors and quakes as the load-bearing beams and pillars gave way. This whole construction site was going down.

Thirdas put both arms around Kyra as the ground beneath them gave way, sending them falling down into the cloud of dust which erupted from below and rose up with terrible force to cover the entire surrounding area. Having no way to break his own fall, Thirdas hit his side against a slab of concrete, breaking a couple ribs in the process but still holding onto Kyra, making sure she wouldn't hit her head or anything vital.

Falling further and suffering several more blows to his body, Thirdas was barely conscious by the time he and Kyra made it through the thick cloud of dust only to fall into the river separating the construction site and the space port. Submerged and being swept away by the currents, he was forced to relinquish his hold of Kyra as he had no more strength left in him to make for the surface.

A streak of red emanated from his bloody wound as he descended into the watery abyss with seemingly no way out. He'd already lost sight of Kyra. At least she should be able to get to safety by letting the river wash her away.

Closing his eyes, his last conscious thought was of home.

Kyra Perl | Nida Perl | AMCO ​

Kyra stood entranced, unmoving as Nida's fingers caressed bloody circles around her cheeks. Her mind screamed at her to run. Go. Nida's darkness emanated off her, resonating against Kyra's mind... wallopping... like sirens... moving slowly on by.

This wasn't her sister.

Yet the feel of Nida's hand-- the subtle pheromones, her energy-- it all made up an identity that Kyra knew on a primal level. The truth was unmistakable. Her sister, Nida Perl, had come back to her... a sith.

Kyra swayed in sync with the waves of darkness billowing off the elder Perl, each one stealing her breath. "Nida," she pleaded, her voice cracking in desperation. "Don't do this." Her features contorted, their softness lost to the ugly edge of despair. Kyra reached back out, her finger's brushing Nida's cheeks--

A yank of the force pulled Kyra back, the smaller Zeltron flying like a rag doll into Thirdas's arms.

"I'll always love you." The man uttered over her shoulder.

Kyra saw the trigger in Thirda's hands. Her shock shattered, an animalistic 'no' pulling from her as she thrashed against his hold. The building exploded, tearing Nida from her sight in wave of dust and debris.

It struck her that the practice room could never have prepared her for this moment. The number of times the padawan found herself crushed under objects on the field had her reacting with a smoothness that only experience could buy. A force bubble erupted over their falling bodies, its presence shredding off hurling rocks and crushing walls as they slid with the wreckage down into the river.

Was it a jedi's life, to try and not be crushed? It was starting to feel like it.

The sudden impact of cold water tore the two apart, water filling Kyra's lungs and setting her inside on fire. In the moment of chaos, Kyra went limp in the water, overwhelmed and numb. The water encased her, calm and weightless.

Was Nida dead.

Was she dead.



"Find your dad."

Oh no, not him too. A pulse of energy echoed off of Kyra, the direction reached out for-- clung to. She sputtered to the surface, vision blurry as she looked to the space pad. "Dad," she choked, Coren Starchaser 's energy felt nearby. It rang pure. Untainted. A small part of her near teared up over the very fact.

"Dad!" She cried out for, her scream rippling through the force with that same, raw psionic energy as before. She thrashed with one arm, struggling to stay above water in her damn beskar sling.

And then she realized something.

Jawline. Where was Jawline.

Thirdas Heavenshield

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Getting the Damaged Package (Thanks USPS*) //:
//: Ground Zero //:
//: Darth Daiara //: Darth Prazutis //: Ellie Mors //: Elise //:

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You're weird.​

Allyson sighed at the young acolyte's response to her kindness. It was a response she fully didn't expect from her, it was possibly the Corellian had been around too many Jedi at this point. She wondered what Aradia's life was like before meeting her. If the tentacle death pit she found Aradia in was any indicator, Allyson figured it wasn't something charming. Shaking her head, she decided if anything she'd lookout for the redhead helped her along till she couldn't anymore. ​

Allyson followed quickly, but it seemed action was going to meet them head-on. Explosion and gunfire, the Force swirled around them, and there was nothing the Corellian could do at this point. A bright light burned slightly against her skin, almost like a sunburn. She recognized the power, it was one she used before when she was a Jedi. The first realization that her position had changed wavered on the light side of the Force. She wasn't so Jedi like now, not anymore. She panicked, when had she fallen, when did the light of the Force turn away from her? Was it when she fell in love with the Lord Inquisitor? Was it the moment she betrayed her friends on Borosk? ​

The former Jedi thought the change would have been noticeable, a distinct power shift, but she couldn't place any particular time that she felt the light leave her. In any sense, there wasn't much time to dwell on it. The small redheaded acolyte was now flying at her. Allyson braced herself and caught the little girl feeling the same burst of power from the Grandmaster. Allyson was able to summon the Force to brace her body, keeping her as a standing testament against the Jedi. "You okay?!" Looking at the floof of an apprentice, she gave the girl an awkward smile, but there wouldn't be any time for small talk, seeing that Aradia was ready to bounce off and head back into the fray.​

Her durability was admirable, Allyson made a mental note to include that in her report. Green eyes watched the line that Aradia was making, seeing that her attention was on the Grandmaster still, nodding, Allyson understood the plan. "Aradia, be careful!" Cursing, Allyson took off, following the girl. If the Force light hit her the way it did, it would come off worse for the actual Sith. A sense of responsibility came over the woman as she moved to help Aradia with obtaining the Grandmaster. She didn't want anything to happen to her. In a sense, she wanted to take her under her wing to protect her. ​

With her sense of responsibility came a sense of guilt. If Allyson hadn't had tipped off the Concord, none of this would be happening. The mission would have gone well, they would have transferred the prisoner into the custody of Jorryn Fordyce. Allyson's internal war brewed, as she wondered if she had done anything right in her life leading up to now. It felt as if everything she chose to do, something chaotic, had to follow. ​

As Aradia reached for Elise, Allyson felt a surge of power that she had felt only once. Within a blink of an eye, the Grandmaster was pulled from the ledge headed towards the two Zambrano Sith waited. Allyson looked down and watched as the demon she had seen before brought forth flame and brimstone and his demonic blade. Horror etched on the Corellian's face as she watched. There was nothing she could do; if she defended the Grandmaster she would once more find herself as a traitor. Her hands were tied, but at least she could offer some solace when this was over to the woman. ​

With the order, the man walking towards her, Allyson moved towards the Darth and awaited the prisoner's exchange. Looking at him, snark slipped from her, usually tamed lips, "A bit much, don't you think?"​

*United Sith Praz Services >:[ *

 

[Elise]

Location: Dangling from a walkway-> pinned to the ground--> ragdoll over Darth Prazutis ' shoulder
Tag: Amani Serys Darth Prazutis Ellie Mors Allyson Locke Darth Daiara

Spoiler: People interacting with me

Near: Amani Serys
Aiming at: Elise
Post #2

And so it had begun. Ruek raised her head at sounds of weapons fire, their fading echoes triggering a sudden hot avalanche of bullets onto the platform above. Fingers tensed about the grip of the rifle as she rose. One liquid motion, rehearsed as a dance in worship to greater purpose. From beneath the thick cloth was brought the focus used in devotion, the rifle’s scope already to her eye as she strode forward.

The few remaining turrets took multiple shots each to silence, enough for her weapon to demand respite to cool. Ruek slung the loyal companion over her shoulder and pulled the pistol from her belt,then taking aim at those confronting the Sith on the platform.

“Terrorists,” she said under her breath as she shoved a pedestrian out of the way,”These are the people you defended. You were the persistent fool.” It was said as an accusation, thrown to no one nearby, but to someone she suspected could still hear. He was there running the maze in her mind, trying to find an exit she had bolted shut. She wouldn’t let him interfere.

She aimed for the Jedi present on the platform. Only a single bolt was fired before a blanket of light exploded, forcing her down to a knee as she blocked her face with the hat.

"Dujikri zhol!" She seethed as the curse snaked through clenched teeth. Remaining on the ground she pulled the rifle back into eager hands.

They wanted the grandmaster alive. One can be alive and not have an arm or two. It was time for this creature to have her wings clipped.

The rifle brushed her cheek as she raised it toward the sky.

Engaging: Ruek Tast

The scene exploded into action seemingly all at once. Through the sensory overload, the grandmaster’s presence shone, figuratively and literally. The burst of light gave her an opportunity, and Amani immediately prepared to capitalize. This was their chance. Her push forward was cut short however, danger sense kicking in as a second presence gave her pause. Not the grandmaster’s, but one now tied to it. The padawan craned her head back to see the unassuming figure she had previously passed, now revealed as a threat, rifled aimed high at Elise.

“No!” Instinctively, Amani extended both arms outward, attempting to create a Force barrier around the grandmaster with one, and to throw the sniper off target with the other. She followed up by throwing off her cloak and revealing the pike behind her back. Amani took the hilt in hand, extending it to its full length and igniting the radiant blade before preparing to hurl it at her opponent’s rifle like a Force-enhanced javelin.

LORELEY

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Tick. Tick. Tick. Boom.

Sound drained from the world around the shapeshifter as the adrenaline began to sink in, the sounds of voices - of shouts, of words and screams - fading into the background as the neurons in Vesta's brain all began firing at once to try to register the burst of raw energy that burned into vis face, and then the kinetic explosion that crashed into ver only seconds later and took ver from where ve stood and launched ver through the air several meters back, no longer standing. The Shi'ido could not relish in the act of betrayal made by Nida Perl , nor could they witness the great many other things that occurred during the chaos - only the shock of being struck, and then the silence that came with it.

Noise returned first, the white scream of pain made manifest in vis ears as the momentary unconsciousness faded back to reality with the same erraticism that it had left ver with in the first place. A gasp for air, as vis lungs decompressed and the need for oxygen burned sharp, came next before color flooded back into view with the opening of vis eyes to comprehend where ve was and what had happened. Elise had caught the Shi'ido off-guard, that much could certainly be marked as true - despite being gifted with the titanic heritage of vis parents with the force, ve was not nearly as experienced, not as prepared, as either of the two of them could have been, though it was more something vis mother likely would have been prepared for given her history with that order.

Still, despite the pain and the temporary disorientation of the wave of telekinetic force that had knocked ver clear from where ve had stood before and the subtle numbness in the force from the light side of the force in such a steep concentration, Vesta began to stand - though not without great effort. The force, dark, raw, but still wounded by the light, flowed freely from the strange shape that vis body seemed to take on - not entirely human, certainly not Epicanthix like vis father, but certainly not normal. Emotion rolled off of ver as Vesta brought their gaze level with the Jedi Master, tilting vis head from side to side to crack vis neck audibly - not that ve, or anyone close enough, could actually hear the sound above the white noise that a kinetic wall of energy would have generated.

Vis right arm was limp, soaked red with blood as the shape of the Shi'ido's form stabilized, but the anger on Vesta's face was for an entirely different reason - the exposure of the shapeshifter's nature before so many people that had need to know the daughter of the Lord of Lies was the greatest lie of all. The face the 'daughter' was most comfortable with, the one that Vesta had painstakingly crafted from memory and practice for Quinn Varanin and to be open with verself, was on display - and the whole of the body that came with it. And if that was exposed, what point could there be to hide the darkness that had always appeared so much smaller before? Darth Prazutis was a behemoth of the dark side in the force, and Alekto had been a similarly conspicuous presence in its waves, but where Vesta stood a Miraluka could have very well been staring into the edge of a black hole - for ve shined like a star on the surface as none of the darkness could escape from vis will, but beneath there was nothing but corruption and hate.

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Hatred for the Jedi, for the Sith, and for everything in the galaxy between and beyond.

"Enough. Is. Enough." The figure of a man spat, a lightsaber flying through the air back to an open palm as vis left arm raised - its blade igniting once again, a pillar of red that mirrored the red glow in vis eyes.

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Amani Serys Allyson Locke Darth Daiara Aril Vrane Coren Starchaser Centin Tillo AMCO Nida Perl Ra's Mi'la Undari Taeli Raaf Thirdas Heavenshield Ruek Tast Lirka Ka Caedyn Arenais Tulan Kor Dorn Monteth Rezom Akulak Mantacor Serixibis Darth Void Kyra Perl

Location: Yavin IV, Spaceport
Tags: Thirdas Heavenshield , Ellie Mors , Coren Starchaser , Lirka Ka, Aril Vrane , Nida Perl , AMCO , Kyra Perl , Tulan Kor, Rezom, Ra's , Centin Tillo, Amani Serys , Serixibis, Darth Void , Ruek Tast , Darth Daiara , Taeli Raaf, Akulak Mantacor, Dorn Monteth, Allyson Locke , Caedyn Arenais, Elise


E N O U G H​

The tide turned.

Each orange plume that engulfed another turret served to decrease the amount of fire from the insurgents, and increase the amount that came from the spaceport. For their plan to work the attackers relied on chaos, the element of surprise that could toss the captors into disarray to divide their attention, giving a retrieval team enough time to acquire their target. It was a small window that required a highly skilled team of professionals in order to pull off. Far too much had gone wrong even before their arrival beyond the Sith knowing they were coming, and before they knew it their window had passed. The Blackblades poured a storm of fire on the gun nests once they were identified, rockets sending them up, their resistance allowed the grunts, the soldiers to properly take position while others moved to press the attackers position.​

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"Bang."​

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The Grandmaster of the Jedi Order were individuals unquestionable in their devotion to the light, peerless in knowledge and wisdom, beacons to such a degree that all the order saw their brilliance and elevated them to guide every soul down a good, righteous path towards a peaceful future. When Elise called in her time of need she spoke her words softly with all the grace of an angel, causing a blinding eruption of white light. Quite suddenly the entire world vanished beneath a flash of obscuring light that burned as bright as the sun. Any who happened to be looking found themselves struck by the grandmasters power. Vesta. For all the power imbued within his child who was very much the product of her parents, she lacked her father's experience. The young Zambrano was struck with the light momentarily blinded. But the Lord of Lies was prepared. The helm was created with polarized, anti-flash lenses. The combination of being prepared a split second before gave him an edge in handling her ocular assault, coupled with the polarized, anti-flash visor. The Shadow Hand peered up to watch the Grandmaster spread her wings and take flight into the air, leaping to grasp the bottom of an overhead bridge. ​

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Pandemonium.​

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The young Vesta erupted unleashing her true presence, her form changing seamlessly into another her very wrath carried into physical form as she took flight after the fleeing Grandmaster. Ruek Tast opened fire with a rifle at the dangling jedi to clip her wings before she could take off out of reach. Amani leapt into action the determined cries of a Jedi determined to wipe away her shame at allowing the precious matriarch to be taken. It was a two pronged effort by the younger Jedi to shield Elise in a force barrier, while pressing Ruek. The angel held on with just one hand while she raised the other at exactly the same time to prepare herself for the coming assault, her attention diverted for just one second too long.​

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"ENOUGH!" The Mountain roared. He no longer spoke in thunderous whispers but with all the fury of an erupting volcano. He barely moved a hand towards Elise but the amount of power that poured from him was quite simply immense. It shattered the frail barrier around her, and surrounded the matriarch with enough force that it shook the entire walkway above. In one fell swoop as gracefully as she leapt the angel fell before him. As she fell the giant was already on the move the colossal runeblade spun through the air, fire violently cracked on its dark steeled edge. The very moment the Grandmaster hit the ground he drove the blade straight through her wounded leg. The razor sharp, alchemized mullinine edge cut through cutting muscle and ligaments as it passed, the enhanced settings of the runeblades ultrasonic vibration generator and sonic discharge cell sent violent vibrations and sonic waves all up and down her leg shattering bone into pieces from her toes, right up to her hips. But that wasn't all. The thin layer of devaronian blood poison along its edge caused pain that was so absolute, pure agony the likes of which were rarely seen before it was so profound, it was almost paralytic once it hit the blood stream. ​

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What did it feel like to burn alive?​

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Elise found a searing pain shoot through her entire body as it was touched by the cerulean hellfire drawn from the depths of purest hatred, the dark side given form in the destructive flames. The flames burned what it touched and drowned her spiritually in the dark side of the force itself. The angel would feel it continue to slide as it met the earth beneath as the giant slid two of its six and a half foot blade into the ground beneath. She may feel the blades vampiric pull and tug at her very life force. Daesumnor was a soul stealing runeblade, the greatest weapon in the arsenal of the Lord of Lies. It caused a permanent death that all feared. For Sith it was the end of immortality as they knew it and for Jedi it was the permanent obstruction of peace, becoming one with the force was out of reach for those he fed to Daesumnor. In the very moment it was clear to all that he could have killed her. The Shadow Hand could have fed her to the vampiric blade and presented her bejeweled skull to the Sith Emperor Emperor Carnifex, the second Jedi Grandmaster to fall by his hand. But was it even more disturbing that he so easily chose not to kill such a dangerous force of light?​

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"It's over." He said still holding the blades hilt. The Shadow Hand peered towards his daughter "She will offer no further trouble." It was a sickening sound as he drew the blade and reached down to try and take hold of Elise and toss her over his shoulder. The Crownguard took position behind him protecting the giants flanks. He activated the channel to the commander of his Blackblade escort "The package has been secured. Protect the transports departure and return. Your work is done." He began moving towards the team of Allyson and Aradia who would take the woman away. ​

//: Getting the Damaged Package (Thanks USPS*) //:
//: Ground Zero //:
//: Darth Daiara //: Darth Prazutis //: Ellie Mors //: Elise //:

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You're weird.​

Allyson sighed at the young acolyte's response to her kindness. It was a response she fully didn't expect from her, it was possibly the Corellian had been around too many Jedi at this point. She wondered what Aradia's life was like before meeting her. If the tentacle death pit she found Aradia in was any indicator, Allyson figured it wasn't something charming. Shaking her head, she decided if anything she'd lookout for the redhead helped her along till she couldn't anymore. ​

Allyson followed quickly, but it seemed action was going to meet them head-on. Explosion and gunfire, the Force swirled around them, and there was nothing the Corellian could do at this point. A bright light burned slightly against her skin, almost like a sunburn. She recognized the power, it was one she used before when she was a Jedi. The first realization that her position had changed wavered on the light side of the Force. She wasn't so Jedi like now, not anymore. She panicked, when had she fallen, when did the light of the Force turn away from her? Was it when she fell in love with the Lord Inquisitor? Was it the moment she betrayed her friends on Borosk? ​

The former Jedi thought the change would have been noticeable, a distinct power shift, but she couldn't place any particular time that she felt the light leave her. In any sense, there wasn't much time to dwell on it. The small redheaded acolyte was now flying at her. Allyson braced herself and caught the little girl feeling the same burst of power from the Grandmaster. Allyson was able to summon the Force to brace her body, keeping her as a standing testament against the Jedi. "You okay?!" Looking at the floof of an apprentice, she gave the girl an awkward smile, but there wouldn't be any time for small talk, seeing that Aradia was ready to bounce off and head back into the fray.​

Her durability was admirable, Allyson made a mental note to include that in her report. Green eyes watched the line that Aradia was making, seeing that her attention was on the Grandmaster still, nodding, Allyson understood the plan. "Aradia, be careful!" Cursing, Allyson took off, following the girl. If the Force light hit her the way it did, it would come off worse for the actual Sith. A sense of responsibility came over the woman as she moved to help Aradia with obtaining the Grandmaster. She didn't want anything to happen to her. In a sense, she wanted to take her under her wing to protect her. ​

With her sense of responsibility came a sense of guilt. If Allyson hadn't had tipped off the Concord, none of this would be happening. The mission would have gone well, they would have transferred the prisoner into the custody of Jorryn Fordyce. Allyson's internal war brewed, as she wondered if she had done anything right in her life leading up to now. It felt as if everything she chose to do, something chaotic, had to follow. ​

As Aradia reached for Elise, Allyson felt a surge of power that she had felt only once. Within a blink of an eye, the Grandmaster was pulled from the ledge headed towards the two Zambrano Sith waited. Allyson looked down and watched as the demon she had seen before brought forth flame and brimstone and his demonic blade. Horror etched on the Corellian's face as she watched. There was nothing she could do; if she defended the Grandmaster she would once more find herself as a traitor. Her hands were tied, but at least she could offer some solace when this was over to the woman. ​

With the order, the man walking towards her, Allyson moved towards the Darth and awaited the prisoner's exchange. Looking at him, snark slipped from her, usually tamed lips, "A bit much, don't you think?"​

*United Sith Praz Services >:[ *

Elise hung one handed off the lip of the walkway, blood- covered fingers slick as her second hand found purchase. With force-steeled strength, she began to pull herself up.

And found herself staring down the barrel of a gun.

A spark of light gasped down the corridor, the familiar padawan pulling the master's attention her way. Amani Serys . Elise's eyes widened in a flood of relief, the girl's presence here confirmation that Elise's sacrifice had not been in vain: The bounty hunters had upheld their end of the deal. The padawans were released and left to flee to safety.

But now the girl was here.

There was very little safety in that.

The padawan erupted a shield around Elise, absorbing the shots from the gun aimed at her head. Elise's lips parted, words for the padawan forming on the tip of her tongue... and then she was jerked back down. The wind whipped against her jedi robe, her eyes wide with shock and outstretched fingers stained red as they grabbed at the air. The ground met her before she could react, but the pain of impact was nothing compared to the pain that struck her immediately after. Outnumbered, distracted, the Grandmaster was pinned to the ground by a blade known by the legends.

There was no comprehending this. There was time to be. All at once, the woman known as Elise, keeper of the order, tender of padawans, ear to those who needed it... was obliterated. Her identity was wiped from her mind, replace by incomprehensible agony. Muscles were severed. Bones shattered. Poison spread. The darkness assaulted her.

Her back arched, the pain soundless and unexpressed as her body contorted. It was no longer hers; she no longer owned it. The sword touched her soul and she detached from it all.

Her spirit left her body, tethered by the barest string. For a moment, she looked serene, her face smooth and unhindered as it existed in a moment of uninformed bliss. And then the spirit opened its eyes, its attention falling onto the spasming body underneath it. Her brows shot up in alarm-- Darth Prazutis removed the blade. The spirit flickered back out, falling back into the unresponsive body whose neurons kept twitching.

The Grandmaster did not stir, a dealthy sheen to the limbs that slowly.... grew... still. Elise was tossed over the shoulder of her assailant, unresponsive.

No longer a problem, indeed.

 

[Ruek Tast]

Engaging: Amani Serys
Post #3

A hair's breadth between the trigger and her finger, and an exhale away from firing the blast to ground the grandmaster.

She'd heard the exclamation ahead of her, "No!"

A pulse of emotion had shot forward with the word. Ruek felt the soles of her boots slide against duracrete while simultaneously having her rifle slung upward, the force of the action throwing her off balance quickly. She stumbled back, catching herself with a hand planted on the ground.

A pike, burning with shades a Jedi would wield, lanced through the air toward her. She pulled herself to the side and held her breath, the blade of the pike slicing through the left of the hat's brim. She exhaled and threw down the headgear.

Ivory hair. Red skin. Matching black marks on both temples. The Alder-Espirion rose to her feet, glowering at the padawan who ruined her moment of worship.

"...children shouldn't be here," she removed the power cell from the rifle then let the weapon fall at her feet. As she tucked away the power cell with one hand her other curled into a fist, a vibroblade quick to slip from the gauntlet's knuckles.

"Your mission failed. Leave, and don't look back."

 

[Nida Perl]

Location | Abandoned Construction Site
Objective | Explode I guess
Writing With | AMCO | Kyra Perl | Thirdas Heavenshield

On some level, Nida knew that she should be touched that Thirdas and Kyra were so devastated by her actions. Any instincts she had to comfort them were stifled under waves of dark influence, overwhelming her like water breaking from a burst dam. Though their words and pain registered, Nida did not recognize them.

Kyra’s pleading startled her the moment her sister had reached out to touch her face, and Nida’s first instinct was to recoil from it. The newly minted Sith was not completely gone, and as such the raw desperation in Kyra’s voice tugged at something that was buried beneath all of the Sith encoding.

Suddenly her sister was drawn away, into Thirdas’ arms by an unseen force. Locking eyes with Thirdas for a tense moment, what he said lanced into the core of her soul.

"I'll always love you."

Never had she heard him sound so bereaved, the feelings his despair stirred within her crashing against her indoctrinated values. Unable to process this, Nida groaned in a moment of agony, grabbing at her head to try and silence the pain.

Her danger sense flared and the world around them erupted into a cacophony of light, fire, and debris. Similarly to Kyra, a bubble of Force raised around her being, and she instinctually moved closer to Adrian, hoping that the Sith Lord would see it fit to keep her alive.

 

[Darth Void]

AMCO | Kyra Perl | Thirdas Heavenshield | Darth Prazutis |
Fighting: Mi'la Undari


War

Closing in on the site, the Sith traversed the remnants of buildings around her swiftly only to be met with resistance. Of course she would. The sound of a side arm being shot at her echoed in the air, the Sith deftly ducked beneath the round that was aimed from the rooftop above and rolled forward as the turret prioritized their target to the marauder. The shift in the force gave her momentum to anticipate the large bolder as it came down at her from Kyra Perl. Landing on her right knee, Void swung her beskar plated right arm across and redirected it straight back up and watched it aim straight for the turret exploding to pieces upon impact destroying the turret in its wake.

Adrenaline pumped through her veins as the marauder smirked beneath her mask, the tide was changing in their favor as screams came from the rooftop. Clearly the Jedi were their own worst enemy.

'Bang.'

Light enveloped her senses and blinded her, damn that Grandmaster. Void shuddered momentarily as she shut her eyes waiting for her senses to return from the telekinetic force. "Hey there, looking for me?" an unfamiliar voice broke through once her hearing returned. Void rose to her full stature slowly and turned to face a young Twi'lek Jedi.. a padawan at that. Her full attention now on the Jedi before her, the construction site crumbled to pieces behind her sending debris and plumes of smoke all around them painting a new battlefield. This was Sith territory, they would not fall to Jedi, let alone their padawans. Void cocked her head to the side allowing her neck to pop audibly once as her vertebrae realigned. The Twi'lek dared to taunt the Darth Lord by offering her the first strike. Like a hungry animal, Void moved forward and circled the Jedi with slow calculating steps. Like a pulse in the force, her power began to flow slowly... pouring out darkness and hunger that would weigh like a heavy blanket on top of the jedi.

She would taunt her prey back, Void's low voice hissed in distortion beneath the mask

"Jedi... All of you will FALL."

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The Jedi and the Sith were two sides of the same coin. Coren had learned how to fight them head on, but when they came at him from the side, it was something he was working on, ok? His lightsaber was out, and the Force would be with him, but there was the objective to watch for. He didn’t fight for the glory of the fight any longer, he was here and he was going to do what he could to disable this Sith and get back to his reason for even being to this world. Maybe he couldn’t actually be able to take time to explore this ancient world, but there would be times for that. With the stasis thrown towards the Sith, he was able to have his step back. Hopefully it would give him time to think.

But he was observing the Sith, there was a lot going on in that Knight. He could feel something going on out there, something bad. Was it between Nida Perl and Thirdas Heavenshield ? He wasn’t sure.

Who was watching Kyra?

His train of thought was promptly interrupted as a wave of fear and hopelessness came towards him. Golden blade still ignited, facing down to the ground in his right hand as his own hands went forward, helping to direct that wave of fear.

Nida was lost.. Thirdas too… Kyra was next…

No. He would have felt that. The darkness was crawling into his psyche, but he was a Starchaser, he was one who would burn the torch of Skywalker. Shaking his head, he was calling upon the light, the hope of the Force to burn out the darkness, to burn it away.

And that was when he heard her… Kyra. Calling for him. The Light inside erupted more, not in a visually blinding show, but in something all Sith could feel as he pushed on the fear.

Go! He called out in the Force to his daughter. He was protecting himself, but lending anything he could spare to her, reaching out to connect to her, to provide her the hope and valor she needed.

Kyra Perl Aril Vrane

 

[Darth Daiara]

Location: Main landing pad.
Tags: Darth Prazutis Ellie Mors Allyson Locke

Spoiler

Location: Yavin IV, Spaceport
Tags: Thirdas Heavenshield , Ellie Mors , Coren Starchaser , Lirka Ka, Aril Vrane , Nida Perl , AMCO , Kyra Perl , Tulan Kor, Rezom, Ra's , Centin Tillo, Amani Serys , Serixibis, Darth Void , Ruek Tast , Darth Daiara , Taeli Raaf, Akulak Mantacor, Dorn Monteth, Allyson Locke , Caedyn Arenais, Elise


E N O U G H​

The tide turned.

Each orange plume that engulfed another turret served to decrease the amount of fire from the insurgents, and increase the amount that came from the spaceport. For their plan to work the attackers relied on chaos, the element of surprise that could toss the captors into disarray to divide their attention, giving a retrieval team enough time to acquire their target. It was a small window that required a highly skilled team of professionals in order to pull off. Far too much had gone wrong even before their arrival beyond the Sith knowing they were coming, and before they knew it their window had passed. The Blackblades poured a storm of fire on the gun nests once they were identified, rockets sending them up, their resistance allowed the grunts, the soldiers to properly take position while others moved to press the attackers position.​

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"Bang."​

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The Grandmaster of the Jedi Order were individuals unquestionable in their devotion to the light, peerless in knowledge and wisdom, beacons to such a degree that all the order saw their brilliance and elevated them to guide every soul down a good, righteous path towards a peaceful future. When Elise called in her time of need she spoke her words softly with all the grace of an angel, causing a blinding eruption of white light. Quite suddenly the entire world vanished beneath a flash of obscuring light that burned as bright as the sun. Any who happened to be looking found themselves struck by the grandmasters power. Vesta. For all the power imbued within his child who was very much the product of her parents, she lacked her father's experience. The young Zambrano was struck with the light momentarily blinded. But the Lord of Lies was prepared. The helm was created with polarized, anti-flash lenses. The combination of being prepared a split second before gave him an edge in handling her ocular assault, coupled with the polarized, anti-flash visor. The Shadow Hand peered up to watch the Grandmaster spread her wings and take flight into the air, leaping to grasp the bottom of an overhead bridge. ​

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Pandemonium.​

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The young Vesta erupted unleashing her true presence, her form changing seamlessly into another her very wrath carried into physical form as she took flight after the fleeing Grandmaster. Ruek Tast opened fire with a rifle at the dangling jedi to clip her wings before she could take off out of reach. Amani leapt into action the determined cries of a Jedi determined to wipe away her shame at allowing the precious matriarch to be taken. It was a two pronged effort by the younger Jedi to shield Elise in a force barrier, while pressing Ruek. The angel held on with just one hand while she raised the other at exactly the same time to prepare herself for the coming assault, her attention diverted for just one second too long.​

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"ENOUGH!" The Mountain roared. He no longer spoke in thunderous whispers but with all the fury of an erupting volcano. He barely moved a hand towards Elise but the amount of power that poured from him was quite simply immense. It shattered the frail barrier around her, and surrounded the matriarch with enough force that it shook the entire walkway above. In one fell swoop as gracefully as she leapt the angel fell before him. As she fell the giant was already on the move the colossal runeblade spun through the air, fire violently cracked on its dark steeled edge. The very moment the Grandmaster hit the ground he drove the blade straight through her wounded leg. The razor sharp, alchemized mullinine edge cut through cutting muscle and ligaments as it passed, the enhanced settings of the runeblades ultrasonic vibration generator and sonic discharge cell sent violent vibrations and sonic waves all up and down her leg shattering bone into pieces from her toes, right up to her hips. But that wasn't all. The thin layer of devaronian blood poison along its edge caused pain that was so absolute, pure agony the likes of which were rarely seen before it was so profound, it was almost paralytic once it hit the blood stream. ​

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What did it feel like to burn alive?​

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Elise found a searing pain shoot through her entire body as it was touched by the cerulean hellfire drawn from the depths of purest hatred, the dark side given form in the destructive flames. The flames burned what it touched and drowned her spiritually in the dark side of the force itself. The angel would feel it continue to slide as it met the earth beneath as the giant slid two of its six and a half foot blade into the ground beneath. She may feel the blades vampiric pull and tug at her very life force. Daesumnor was a soul stealing runeblade, the greatest weapon in the arsenal of the Lord of Lies. It caused a permanent death that all feared. For Sith it was the end of immortality as they knew it and for Jedi it was the permanent obstruction of peace, becoming one with the force was out of reach for those he fed to Daesumnor. In the very moment it was clear to all that he could have killed her. The Shadow Hand could have fed her to the vampiric blade and presented her bejeweled skull to the Sith Emperor Emperor Carnifex, the second Jedi Grandmaster to fall by his hand. But was it even more disturbing that he so easily chose not to kill such a dangerous force of light?​

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"It's over." He said still holding the blades hilt. The Shadow Hand peered towards his daughter "She will offer no further trouble." It was a sickening sound as he drew the blade and reached down to try and take hold of Elise and toss her over his shoulder. The Crownguard took position behind him protecting the giants flanks. He activated the channel to the commander of his Blackblade escort "The package has been secured. Protect the transports departure and return. Your work is done." He began moving towards the team of Allyson and Aradia who would take the woman away. ​

//: Getting the Damaged Package (Thanks USPS*) //:
//: Ground Zero //:
//: Darth Daiara //: Darth Prazutis //: Ellie Mors //: Elise //:

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You're weird.​

Allyson sighed at the young acolyte's response to her kindness. It was a response she fully didn't expect from her, it was possibly the Corellian had been around too many Jedi at this point. She wondered what Aradia's life was like before meeting her. If the tentacle death pit she found Aradia in was any indicator, Allyson figured it wasn't something charming. Shaking her head, she decided if anything she'd lookout for the redhead helped her along till she couldn't anymore. ​

Allyson followed quickly, but it seemed action was going to meet them head-on. Explosion and gunfire, the Force swirled around them, and there was nothing the Corellian could do at this point. A bright light burned slightly against her skin, almost like a sunburn. She recognized the power, it was one she used before when she was a Jedi. The first realization that her position had changed wavered on the light side of the Force. She wasn't so Jedi like now, not anymore. She panicked, when had she fallen, when did the light of the Force turn away from her? Was it when she fell in love with the Lord Inquisitor? Was it the moment she betrayed her friends on Borosk? ​

The former Jedi thought the change would have been noticeable, a distinct power shift, but she couldn't place any particular time that she felt the light leave her. In any sense, there wasn't much time to dwell on it. The small redheaded acolyte was now flying at her. Allyson braced herself and caught the little girl feeling the same burst of power from the Grandmaster. Allyson was able to summon the Force to brace her body, keeping her as a standing testament against the Jedi. "You okay?!" Looking at the floof of an apprentice, she gave the girl an awkward smile, but there wouldn't be any time for small talk, seeing that Aradia was ready to bounce off and head back into the fray.​

Her durability was admirable, Allyson made a mental note to include that in her report. Green eyes watched the line that Aradia was making, seeing that her attention was on the Grandmaster still, nodding, Allyson understood the plan. "Aradia, be careful!" Cursing, Allyson took off, following the girl. If the Force light hit her the way it did, it would come off worse for the actual Sith. A sense of responsibility came over the woman as she moved to help Aradia with obtaining the Grandmaster. She didn't want anything to happen to her. In a sense, she wanted to take her under her wing to protect her. ​

With her sense of responsibility came a sense of guilt. If Allyson hadn't had tipped off the Concord, none of this would be happening. The mission would have gone well, they would have transferred the prisoner into the custody of Jorryn Fordyce. Allyson's internal war brewed, as she wondered if she had done anything right in her life leading up to now. It felt as if everything she chose to do, something chaotic, had to follow. ​

As Aradia reached for Elise, Allyson felt a surge of power that she had felt only once. Within a blink of an eye, the Grandmaster was pulled from the ledge headed towards the two Zambrano Sith waited. Allyson looked down and watched as the demon she had seen before brought forth flame and brimstone and his demonic blade. Horror etched on the Corellian's face as she watched. There was nothing she could do; if she defended the Grandmaster she would once more find herself as a traitor. Her hands were tied, but at least she could offer some solace when this was over to the woman. ​

With the order, the man walking towards her, Allyson moved towards the Darth and awaited the prisoner's exchange. Looking at him, snark slipped from her, usually tamed lips, "A bit much, don't you think?"​

*United Sith Praz Services >:[ *

Oh chit. Feck. Crap! She had run the wrong way!

The Grandmaster was yanked down from the walkway, forcing Aradia to stop her ascent and run allllll the way back down. A small force jump had her hit the ground running, but the damn brunette still reached the scene first. Aradia scattered in soon after, panting and hip-checking the woman in her side. Shetotallygotherefirst.

She glanced up, giving the woman a stubborn look to drive that home! But all at once her childish insistence to be at the forefront of their task melted away, the girl turning to realize the presence(s) that stood before her. Her hair stood on end, the darkness unlike anything she had felt before.

Would she be like that one day?

She resisted the urge to take an uneasy step back, swallowing hard against the moment. This was just another test. She reached out her hands, clearly intending to take the passed out woman, twice her size, off Darth Prazutis 's hands. Her nose crinkled at the sight of the woman's leg, unable to help the uneasy glance the sword, then sith lord was leveled.

Another wave of goosebumps, her shoulders tense.

"We'll um, take her. Master?" Was that the right name for this monster? It struck her then that she might be in the presence of very powerful people. Her knees buckled, sending the doof down into an old but familiar position of servitude.

She was learning, alright? Don't you laugh at her! Allyson Locke

Talk about a cringe moment for later.

 

[Kyra Perl]

Location: River Bank

The Jedi and the Sith were two sides of the same coin. Coren had learned how to fight them head on, but when they came at him from the side, it was something he was working on, ok? His lightsaber was out, and the Force would be with him, but there was the objective to watch for. He didn’t fight for the glory of the fight any longer, he was here and he was going to do what he could to disable this Sith and get back to his reason for even being to this world. Maybe he couldn’t actually be able to take time to explore this ancient world, but there would be times for that. With the stasis thrown towards the Sith, he was able to have his step back. Hopefully it would give him time to think.

But he was observing the Sith, there was a lot going on in that Knight. He could feel something going on out there, something bad. Was it between Nida Perl and Thirdas Heavenshield ? He wasn’t sure.

Who was watching Kyra?

His train of thought was promptly interrupted as a wave of fear and hopelessness came towards him. Golden blade still ignited, facing down to the ground in his right hand as his own hands went forward, helping to direct that wave of fear.

Nida was lost.. Thirdas too… Kyra was next…

No. He would have felt that. The darkness was crawling into his psyche, but he was a Starchaser, he was one who would burn the torch of Skywalker. Shaking his head, he was calling upon the light, the hope of the Force to burn out the darkness, to burn it away.

And that was when he heard her… Kyra. Calling for him. The Light inside erupted more, not in a visually blinding show, but in something all Sith could feel as he pushed on the fear.

Go! He called out in the Force to his daughter. He was protecting himself, but lending anything he could spare to her, reaching out to connect to her, to provide her the hope and valor she needed.

Kyra Perl Aril Vrane

No help was coming.

No help was coming.

Kyra choked, slipping under the surface as her beskar sling weighed her down. She fought with it, reason leaving her thoughts as she ripped and pulled-- its weight left her body, the same moment her father's voice reached her.

Go!

His energy buffered her, sending strength and confidence through her limbs. Through the fear and the pain, Kyra was forced to come to one conclusion. She had to save herself. It was an unfamiliar turn in a world that had always taken care of her, but those that did were gone.

One, turned sith.

The other, floating to the bottom of the river.

The last, fighting to keep the sith back so she could leave.

And her master. Where was her master?

There was no one now. No one but her, and Jawline-- missing and needing aid. She pulled to the surface, looking wildly around for him. The river currents were wild, ripe with the after affects of the falling building. The task of finding Thirdas felt hopeless, but it was her father's force valor that pushed her forward, and her master's old lesson that gave her direction.

There are a great number of powers you can unlock through meditation. You only need to find your center.

Kyra gasped for breath, her cheeks puffing as she let herself slip under the cold surface. She expelled all thoughts from her mind, the girl showing a rare bout of focus as she let it all go still... Pin pricks of light appeared around her, the force's presence revealing itself to her. Just like it did for her and Caedyn in their practice sessions. It was the first time she had ever accomplished it on her own. It was overwhelming and awe-inspiring. She wanted to revel in it, she wanted to reach out and touch it, but that was not why she was here today.

One pillar of light was larger than all the rest, and its life force was quickly growing dim. Jawline. Kyra jumped to, propelling herself towards him.

Her fingers wrapped around the collar of his shirt, the water making it all too easy for the small, one handed girl to heft his weight towards the river bed. She coughed, tripping over herself and his boulder of a body as she gave a final yank and pulled him out. Gravity brought her down over his chest, his wounds leaving him slick. Kyra stared down at the unmoving ranger, panicked.

"Thirdas?" She smacked at his chest uselessly. She wasn't a healer like her sister, but she had seen Nida work enough to know to apply pressure. "Thirdas?" She screamed at him, pressing her hand down over the wound. She let out a soft sob, feeling particularly small in that moment.

"This is Padawan Kyra Perl," her voice came over the comms, her tears mixing with the river water down her face. "I have a downed ranger. My-My sister is lost. We need escort out. Now. Pleasehe'sdying," She breathed, her voice flickering out. She squeezed her eyes closed, head tilted back as she kept. Applying. Pressure.

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

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Riverbank
Being revived

He'd long lost track of the passing of time as he drifted through the endless void. His longship sailed dark, motionless waters seemingly on its own, as there was no crew with him. He was alone, but not lonely. His ship reached the white shores yonder and came to a gentle stop, and the fallen warrior disembarked.

Before him stood a set of impossibly huge gates which slowly opened as he drew near. There was a bright light enveloping him, yet it did not blind him but rather comforted him, put him at ease. It stirred an inner warmth he'd rarely felt before, and from within that bright light a figure emerged. As the figure drew near the white light turned warmer in hue, becoming more akin to sunlight.

Instincts told him to kneel before this figure.

Engulfed in the light emitted from his own being, the towering figure reached out and caressed his cheek in a loving manner.

"It is not yet your time, my child."

Just as he was about to look up and see who this figure was, suddenly he was pulled away by some unseen force, and the divine light became but a speck in the far distance until it was no more.

Pain built up in his lungs and he fell on his back, forcing a sudden urge to cough violently. He felt cold water splash against his face as he puked up what had previously filled his lungs, and his eyes shot open as he desperately gasped for air in between loud coughs.

It took some time for him to realise where he was, drenched to the bones and suffering from numerous injuries. Only now was he reminded of the pain as his chest heaved with each cough. Broken ribs and stabbing wound.

At his side was a person. A girl. Zeltron. He reached for her hand in a panicked state.

"Nida! Nida," he called out, but as his gaze focused on the person beside him he realised his mistake. "Kyra... forgive me..." His grip of her hand softened and his body went limp from the exertion, but he did not let go. He looked out across the water to find the rubble of the construction site still kicking up dust, a pained expression on his face.

"What have I done..."

Overhead a ship appeared, hovering in place as it came to a stop right beside them. Navy-coloured Y-Wing, with a Sullustan leaping out of it to help the exhausted Kyra and wounded Thirdas aboard to whisk them away to safety.

Before he succumbed to fatigue, Thirdas could not help but feel he would be better off dead.

Nida Perl | Kyra Perl | Coren Starchaser | Darth Prazutis | AMCO ​

 

[AMCO]

Location: Near Starport, (de)construction site.
Objective: Truth in falsehood. Seek out and disable the assailants. GTFO.
Writing With: Nida Perl || Thirdas Heavenshield | Kyra Perl
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"I'll always love you."

Distracted as he was by Kyra's telepathic display, the comment still drew his attention to the ranger... and more importantly the trigger in his hand. After but a moment's hesitation, an exertion of will would have torn the trigger from his hand and another ended the threat he represented...

... alas, a moment's hesitation was all the wounded man needed.

Building shaking, it quickly became evident that it would not stand for long; perhaps he could have seized a hold of his foes and protected himself, or perhaps not - Adrian had never been one to take chances where his own life was concerned.

Body contorting strangely, the Sith Lord surged forward with inhuman speed, ripping apart Nida's poorly-planned barrier in order to get to her.

She would, no doubt, feel that quick-and-dirty application of energy, then strange, elongated fingers grasping her shoulders, and then a truly immense expenditure of power as the fabric of space twisted around them in a graceless imitation of his Phaselings, or perhaps the Aing-Tii. A moment of intense vertigo later, the pair fell half a dozen metres before striking soil, the Sith Lord's body shifting to absorb much of the impact.

"That was... unfortunate."

Rising to his feet somewhat shakily - and pulling Nida with him - he stretched oddly, shifting back into human form. Eying the tattered remnants of his clothing in annoyance, he tore off the scraps then somehow produced a simple but functional replacement from his own body.

Close enough that some of the dust reached them, the building finished its collapse, the silence soon filled by the scuffle at the starport.

 

[Amani Serys]

Interacting With: Ruek Tast , Elise, Darth Prazutis

Amani watched in horror as the Grandmaster fell to the ground, and was struck by the Sith Lord’s blade. One did not need to be an empath to see the agonizing torment the weapon wrought, and in a single moment, the padawan’s hopes were dashed. Elise, Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi, was defeated. Was she… dead? A chill ran down Amani's spine, and she was swept up by a torrent of emotions. She had failed. Again. And now they were left with what seemed the worst possible outcome.

The sniper tried to reclaim her attention, face now revealed, and with a vibroblade in her hand. Slowly turning to face her opponent, the padawan called her pike back to her side, and found her focus drawn to a Force disturbance on the Alder-Espirion’s armor; Along the left shoulder, down onto the chestplate. Amani began to draw on a power she had not fully tapped into since Yurb. There it had been unintentional. An instinctual, last-ditch reaction to impending death. Now, she willingly gave in to her grief and anger, the Dark Side overtaking sense of reason. “I’m not done here.” She responded coldly. The Mirialan’s normally teal eyes mutated into a glowing, predatory yellow, her arm raised with ill-intent. With fingers curled, she assaulted the armor’s shatterpoint with the Force, creating an explosive burst capable of sending plate shrapnel flying dangerously close to the sniper’s vitals.

But whatever happened there was of little concern to her at the moment. Amani turned her attention back to Elise, and Darth Prazutis, now carrying her away. The Sith Lord’s presence was overwhelming, the little voice of reason in the back of her head screamed at the padawan to run the other direction. It was time to do something stupid. She reached out a hand once again, attempting to pull the Grandmaster from his clutches. While her Force potential was admirable, and even further amplified by the power of the Dark Side, it was a foolhardy attempt to defy the Sith Lord's far superior strength.

“I’m not letting you take her...”

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Location: Yavin IV, Spaceport
Tags: Thirdas Heavenshield , Kyra Perl , Elise, Nida Perl , AMCO , Amani Serys , Ruek Tast , Allyson Locke , Darth Daiara , Coren Starchaser , Ellie Mors

R E M E M B E R T H I S​

When the helm finally receded from his face there was only a callous expression on the giant's face.

As if none of it mattered. The Grandmaster of the Jedi Order was slung over his shoulder like dead weight and there was no celebration, no reveling in his victory. The Shadow Hand of the Sith Emperor simply gazed towards the escorts who barreled in towards him, the blade of that horrific weapon was tipped downward in the same hand he gripped it in while the other wrapped around the limp body. Even in his silence the colossal battle plate made noise as its servo motors hummed beneath the surface, the faintest hint of whispering trapped souls surrounded the one who claimed domain over Death itself.​

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When the older of the two girls spoke her voice holding a tone a rare few ever dared to utter before him, the fallen intelligence agent Allyson Locke, if she sought to get a reaction from the giant it failed. The effort washed over him and dissipated harmlessly on the indomitable wall that was his poker face, only the rumbling cataclysm of fury that burned beneath the surface that was always there gave any indication. He switched his gaze over to the arriving younger woman Aradia. It took a very long time for the instincts of a former slave to fade away. It was obvious the very moment he saw the acolyte who broke before his scrutinizing gaze her eyes shooting down to the floor, her knees buckling in submission. The Mountain had just begun to move his lips starting to move as if he was about to speak when....​

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“I’m not letting you take her...”​

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Just like that one of the next generation of Jedi Padawan's, an innocent initiate in the ways of the light fell. Anger and grief rolled from her as she could no longer contain it. It drove her power and tainted her attacks with its corruption. Amani was a youth really, a child some might say, the same voices would even say she was innocent. In a foolhardy attempt at bravery she struck out against him, as if she could rip the grim reaper himself away from his prize. Despite her newfound power the Lord of Lies didn't even move, his back still facing the padawan who tried so hard. "I can feel your anger. Your hatred burns. But not bright enough child. Remember this moment. Comprehend the enormity of your failure, your worthlessness. She will die a thousand deaths before the end because of you. Remember me and when your hatred burns true, come find me. If you survive."​

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Then he swung that vicious blade around and drowned her in wrath.​

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A deafening roar of such ferocity it broke the ground beneath him tore from his lips as he unleashed the full power of the dark side, an unbelievably devastating eruption of crimson lightning exploded from the blades tip. It surged with immense force towards the young padawan and if it made impact? It would collide with the sheer kinetic force of an explosion more than enough to launch her clear through the air. The destructive impact such lightning could char her very skin black and cause widespread devastation and blinding agony. If it struck in full force there was no doubt that the padawan would vanish from view at the hand of the monster. Regardless of the outcome the air reeked of ozone by the time the lightning finally dissipated and he simply handed the woman over to the retrieval team. ​

 

[Amani Serys]

Darth Prazutis Elise Ruek Tast

She had called upon every ounce of the Force she could muster. She had submersed herself in her anger. She had pulled at the Grandmaster with all of her might. She had fought, with conviction and passion unlike that which she had ever unleashed. Her hands shook uncontrollably, the air around her rumbling, sections of the floor ripping up between them.

It wasn’t enough.

The Sith Lord didn’t even turn around. He didn’t even bother to look at her. At the sound of his voice, Amani relinquished her grip, arms slumping to the side as the utter futility of her efforts began to dawn on her addled mind. His towering form radiated a darkness that made her tremble.

Failure.

Worthlessness.

She will die a thousand deaths before the end because of you.

Each sentence struck harder than the last. For this padawan, his words rang out with the cold, undeniable truth. Anger. Hate. Rage burned inside of her, not at the Sith Lord, but at herself. Amani looked up, hot tears streaming down her cheeks as irises faded between colors. And then, her vision was overcome by an explosive fury. Twisting lashes of jagged scarlet arced towards her. She thought she knew fear before. She did not.

This was fear.

Visions of a distant past, lost and innocent youth, converged with branches of unattained futures, omens of what could have been, flashing before her eyes in a single moment. Amani was not ready to die. But death was not some bound to the whims of mortals. In the end, it would come all the same. One way, or another.

Reaching out her hand, a last-second Force barrier manifested in front of her. And unbeknownst to Amani, the automatic defense system that had been secretly programmed into her cybernetic arm triggered as well. A second shield projected outward, bolstering the first as the lightning came into contact. Neither lasted long. The first shield shuddered under the explosive tremor of energy, shattering immediately. The second survived only marginally longer, riding on the slightest of buffers offered by the previous defense before it too succumbed to the blast. The electricity webbed between her fingers, super heating the cybernetic’s metal components. The pain sensors in her arm reached a critical threshold before overloading. Metal and circuitry exploded outward as it coursed up the arm, and into her body. The beam itself broke through the outward palm and struck her in the chest, sending the girl rocketing backwards. She thought she knew pain before. She did not.

This was pain.

Incomprehensible agony tortured every nerve, every atom of her being. Rending mind, body, and soul with the hellish power of the Dark Side. Amani cried a blood-chilling scream on contact, pitching beyond what her voice could reach and cutting it short as she was cast away by the Sith Lord. The lightning carried her body for some distance before she was tossed across the floor like a ragdoll. Her metal arm had been destroyed, leaving behind only jagged pieces of framework and a few sparking wires. The concentrated bolt of lightning that broke through her hand had left a black, burning scar in the center of her chest, now smoldering with fading heat. The electricity sent her heart into an arrhythmia, upsetting her vital functions and leaving the young girl little more than a limp mess on the ground. Still, the pulse remained. Muscles twitched and spasmed reflexively as the shock faded out of her system. The barriers shielded her from the Sith Lord’s full, unmitigated attack.

But it was the Dark Side that saved her life.

 

[Ruek Tast]

Amani Serys Darth Prazutis

“I’m not done here.”

The padawan's eyes had turned to the amber glow Ruek had only witnessed in those of the Sith. With the rise of the girl's hand Ruek knew a blow was coming and she dug in her heels to brace for it.

"How quickly they turn when their hope fails them," she thought as she had begun to throw her forearms up to shield her face. But it wasn't a push nor pull, no. At first there was a heaviness pressing into her shoulder followed by a faint groaning of stressed material.

She glanced down at the sound of a crack.

POW!

An eruption of cloth and metal, throwing her backwards and skidding across the floor. Strips of fabric fluttered through the air as metal clattered on the ground. She landed on her back with a yelp then arched her back as she seethed, the hot pain of shrapnel having seared into skin and muscle.

She drew sharp, uneven breaths while attempting to control herself. The vibroblade hissed as it was dragged across the duracrete and retracted into her gauntlet. She rolled onto her right elbow then pushed herself up, only finding use in the one arm.

Groans were plentiful while she wrenched out pieces of minor shrapnel. Both eyes and fingers explored the damage, a look of disgust curling the edge of her lip. It almost felt blasphemous to bear so much injury, but to know the mutilation was sustained in the line of duty made it worthwhile.

It made it sacrificial, even.

Ruek's eyes turned toward the padawan. The girl was done, given a merciful lashing by the Sith Lord above. Ruek approached with a limp, leg sore from her less-than comfortable landing. She paused, observing the padawan with a cold eye. She bent down to retrieve her rifle then slung it on her shoulder. After trudging closer she paused, her stray pistol at her feet.

"Capture would please them. Two for the price of one?" She knelt to take her pistol.

"Two for the price of one."

She made it to where the girl had been thrown. The Alder-Espirion looked down at the Mirialan. The pistol's frame clicked under the pressure of a tight grip.

Then Ruek breathed. She holstered the pistol and searched her belt, drawing a bacta patch from her pouch to slap on her exposed shoulder. Two more she brought out, and as she knelt down at the girl's side she threw a cautionary look over her shoulder. She slipped the patch between the layers the Mirialan wore, securing them over scorched flesh above her heart and connection of the cybernetic. She gave the girl a soft smack on the cheek, a smirk on her lips as she whispered, "You have some learning to do, little one."

Rising with a groan Ruek stretched only slightly, still cautious of the pain as she cradled the arm. She turned away, considering it all a fine success. Almost.

"Hmph, I really liked that hat."

 

[Ellie Mors]

The column of red light faded as the blade of Vesta's saber retreated into vis lightsaber. The demolition of the building that the Jedi had been using as a vantage point was momentarily distracting as Allyson Locke and Darth Daiara came to collect the Jedi that was prone over vis father's shoulder, but that moment was fleeting in the face of a defiant Jedi padawan that stood opposite Darth Prazutis . It was this that brought the gaze of the Shi'ido towards the action closest to ver, and it was not without ideology that the Sith Lord's eyes narrowed while vis father spoke. Words that sounded dogmatic, almost faith-filled, left his lips - like he was parroting a line that had been spoken before. It brought concern to the shapeshifter's mind - that the dark side could be changed in the minds of those who were cloaked in mortal flesh into something beyond just a mere expression of energy manipulated by passion and emotion.

If godless men and women could wield that power, and believe in its influence as a higher power - then surely they would reason that they, themselves, could become the master of that power, or at the very elevate the dark side itself into the realm of deification. Vesta's head turned away as lightning erupted and clashed against the temporary barrier of the Mirialan, not caring to watch someone struggle with their life when it didn't gain ver anything to do so. Instead, vis mind wandered to other things, pointedly the source of what hubris ve had been exposed to for as long as ve had been "awake". Power is truth, such was undeniable, but all truths could be twisted, even in the minds of the most powerful - and here ve was seeing that.

"When Adriana Fortemps has finished with her, send her to the prisons in Dromund Kaas. Miss Elise earned herself a reminder of what she has been told."

Vis face contorted with disgust, red eyes lingering back towards the fallen form of a Jedi that had managed to survive, and turned away from the rest of the group. Not caring to stay for trivial pleasantries, or whatever sort of cleanup would come afterwards, the Shi'ido stalked off before simply fading from view - the rays of light bending and twisting around ver until ve simply disappeared.

 

[Rezom]

Location: With Ra's
Objective: Indeterminate

The enemy escaped for now. Maek groaned as he watched them run. He could pursue, however he noticed the injuries sustained by Ra's . And much as he wanted to get this done, just as important the fight was was keeping allies alive. You couldn't fight a war if you just let everyone die on your side trying to kill the enemy.

Rezom tapped his weapons and rushed over to near Ra's trying to figure out how things were going. The answer was really, not optimally. But before anything could be asked, Ra's spoke telling him to head out but not engage much in close range with any higher ranked jedi, "Would it not be better to go after them simultaneously? Sacrifice the few minutes to create a more efficient offensive? Otherwise they may have time to figure out how to deal with me, and they've already adjusted to me and can then adjust to you as well?" he inquired. He knew full well he wasn't going to take on masters of the force, possibly not even knights. If it was a matter of pure combat skill, maybe. But it wasn't. They had years more training in the force than he did and that could make all the difference.

 

[Ra's]

Objective :Making a tactic with Rezom


"Yes. Your plan should be more efficient." Admit the warrior without shame, Kaleesh are not hypocrite and weakling who can't admit their failures during a confrontation, in this one especially it seems that Rezoom is proving himself more than expected, while his master was doing mistakes due to arrogance after too many months without a proprer fight Rezoom was acting as properly as any master could expect, Killmonger was glad about his apprentice battle awarness he surely is a prodigy himself.

"Cover me from distance but stay close enough to join the fray in melee if you have no proper aim" Tell the Kaleesh after 3 minutes of silence and recovery, he walk slowly forward to join Aril Vrane and Coren Starchaser position.

 

[Nida Perl]

Before the blast could rip her to shreds, something else hit her. Nida felt an explosive use of the Force, and her barrier was torn apart in an instant. An inhuman creature had her by her shoulders, did something to remove them from the situation, sending them hurtling to the ground. It had all happened so fast that Nida didn’t have the chance to scream.

Nida’s first thought was that they’d been fortunate enough to land in the dirt, which was softer and had more give than pavement. The monster that had grabbed her shifted back into Adrian, and Nida craned her head towards him despite her swimming vision, in time to see the tail end of him shifting back into his human form.

Entirely unnatural, but intriguing.

“What are you?” She managed to ask through her shock, shakily taking to her feet. “I mean—thank you, for saving me Adrian.” Backpedaling, Nida realized that it had been a rude questions. Just because she’d shifted to the side of her enemy did not mean that she had to forego manners.

It hit her that she and Kyra Perl would be on opposite sites of this fight, and likely more to come. Closing her eyes, she swallowed the pounding of her heart and reached out into the Force. When she felt Kyra’s signature, Nida breathed a sigh of relief and pulled back. It had crossed her mind to search for Thirdas Heavenshield , but her feelings over him were painful and tumultuous. Kyra was her sister, which made her feelings less complicated for now.

AMCO

 

[AMCO]

Location: Near Starport, (de)construction site.
Objective: Truth in falsehood. Seek out and disable the assailants. GTFO.
Writing With: Nida Perl || Thirdas Heavenshield | Kyra Perl
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Straightening his freshly-made jacket on habit alone, despite the fact that it was an extension of his own body, he flashed the shaky Zeltron a warm smile as if to reassure her that he remained quite unoffended by her little faux pas. "Think nothing of it - I was hardly going to leave you to die."

Extending a hand into the air, he rotated it slowly, unmarred skin and slender fingers turning into semi-transparent hide and freakishly long claws.

"As for what I am, that would be a Doppelganger. Or Myubbukderdutr, if you prefer. A species of my own creation; I used to be quite human, to be clear, but I found that state of being to be woefully inadequate. Limited lifespan and a fragile, entirely too nonadaptive biology? No thank you."

Turning towards the ruined construction site with a frown, he felt the Zeltron reaching out for... something, saw her breathe in relief moments later. The meaning was clear enough, for someone who knew how to watch. "I take it your sister yet lives? Good." Smile turning sympathetic, he carefully observed her reactions. "I assume you would like me to instruct the no doubt inevitable response force that she is not to be harmed?"

Not that they were likely to find her, Jedi had quite the gift for slipping through the net.