S.W.O.R.D. Training [The Primeval Dominion of Bosph]

[Kail Myn]

Objective: Survive!
Location: The settlement, outside the wall.
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Enemies: [member="Grimoire "]| [member="Naga Itesak"] | [member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="Felista Rakk"]
[07/20]

How could she have not seen this sooner? Kail felt like a fool for not sensing the malevolence in the man's voice, or the unusual circumstances behind it. Few ever went to her for anything in this village, she may have been a Jedi, but the people of Bosph were hurt and broken; the Jedi did nothing to stop the Primeval from forcing them off their worlds and away from home. So why would they come to them now of all times? No. They would do it alone.

The young woman struggled as the man's body put pressure onto her, her chest and abdomen were bruised and perhaps a fracture or two in her rib cage. Despite the sharp pain she felt, adrenaline rushed through her veins and kept the padawan alive. All she sought now was to survive, to not let this man kill her. "Get. Off of me!" She shouted at him with desperation, then she heard Coren call out.

Get down!

Quickly, Kail fell back, allowing the man to take control of the situation as the Jedi Master fired his scatter gun directly at him. She had to have faith. If no one did, who would?

 

[Rapax]

[4/20]
Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Grimoire "][member="Felista Rakk"] and others of the prime
Enemies: [member="Kail Myn"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]

Naga arrived to see Coren fire at Ajihad, He knew ajihad could handle the master it was time for naga to face the other one to prevent both jedi from attacking Ajihad. Naga removed the militia armor he was wearing and went to his normal form and lunged at Kail in the hopes of tackling her so that his claws could start slicing into her chest and begin ripping flesh from bone. The time to feast on jedi flesh has finally come and he will gorge on this opportunity one way or another...

 

[Enoch Zambrano]

Objective: Obj. C. Digdigdigdigdig
Location: Ancient ruins
Allies: [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]
Enemies: Dirt
Post: 1/20

Enoch stood behind the throne of his Uncle, he too was looking at the ruins. A group of Bosph workers Enoch had, 'hired' walked throughout the ruins, scanning and searching for anything. Disgusting. The denizens of this planet were filthier than the powerful Hutt who hovered in front of him. Enoch crouched down, running his fingers across the dirt. As he held his hands up, he sniffed the dirt, and his mind searched the ruins for any sources of the Force. Brushing his hands off, he stood.

"Uncle, what exactly are we looking for here?" As far as Enoch could see, this was simply a pile of rocks left behind by foolish Jedi. Enoch wanted nothing more than to bombard the location from space, along with all the Bosph in the surrounding area. Enoch folded his arms, his gaze shifting from the ruins to the Hutt. He wasn't sure how such a creature could be related to him, but he never thought of asking. "This place is...boring. You mean to tell me the Host Lord believes this place to hide a powerful artifact? I mean no disrespect, of course."

 

[Isabella Denko]

[member="Kail Myn"]Objective: 2
Location: The settlement, inside the wall
Allies: [member="Grimoire "]| [member="Naga Itesak"] | [member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="Felista Rakk"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Kail Myn"]
[1/20]

Izzy considered herself to be a people person. She very much enjoyed interacting with others from different cultures and learning from them. She found this to also be a good way to gain their trust and what she wanted. Power, Isabella had always craved power like the kind her mother had. Make decisions for an entire planet and be beloved by the people. This was a dream of the young woman and one in which she had every intention of fulfilling. Talking to the folks of this village was a step towards this goal.

While fellow member of Primeval chased after a few Jedi Izzy had made her way inside the way and in a cantina. It was a great place to meet and chat with the locals of the town. This place would become their's at the end of the day so there was no better time than the present to begin making connections within the villages, no matter their size, on this world.

Taking a sip of her beer Izzy smiled at the man whom had taken a seat next to her. The young woman only drank during social occasions and also had limited herself to one drink. During her years Izzy had gotten good at nursing her drink and making it look as if she had drank much more than she really had. This little trick served her well as while others got drunk and said stupid thing she would stay calm, cool and collect while taking mental notes of the going ons. Tonight was no different.

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Objective: Three --- Convert Infidels Through Magicks
Location: Excavation Site
Allies: The Primeval
Enemies: The Unfaithful
[02/20]

As much of an oddity the Zambrano family viewed him, so too, did the Hutt see the rest of that lineage, from that unseen nephew which had grown to such infamy, as oddities. This did not exclude this [member="Enoch Zambrano"] fellow... Uncle? The only time he was an uncle, to his scattered memory across the Dark Ages, was fairly recently as Titus Zambrano, brother to Ramese and Viktoria Zambrano, Uncle to their incestous offspring Kaine, and Mordecai. That had been decades ago. Thus, what was this mere child driveling on about? Not even his nephew, knew he had an uncle... and certainly not one that was presently a gastropod. Indeed, to be a Zambrano was to be tied up into a twisted knot, and when your buttocks reach your face, you call it cousin.

So perhaps the terminology - although incorrect in its nature - was perhaps, innocent... and maybe even, forgivable. What was not innocent, and what was not forgivable though, was that sentence. Cool eyes began to brown with disappointment, as the grey-splotched midnight flesh turned with muscular deliberation. The hovering Throne angled slightly to his whim so that his dead eyes might face the non-believer. His hands nearly hissed as they writhed to life, beginning to acidically salivate on his arm rests. His presence of power as the Warlord, as well as the Prophet, emanated so profusely as a noxious liquid, the Bosph's 'hired' backed away... at least one of them actually got sick in whatever perversion of alien biology it had to get sick.

"You mean to convince me, your sanity clouds your ambition to obtain power, gifted to us in the faith of our gods, and thus, their voice in the Host Lord? Your lack of faith, disturbs me." The slimy brows above the chameleon eyes of the Hutt furrowed in anger, though his eyes betrayed merely mild disappointment.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: Get out alive
Post: Something
Allies: The one and only superfood [member="Kail Myn"], savior of your smoothie
Enemies: [member="Lord Ajihad"], [member="Naga Itesak"], [member="Felista Rakk"], @Grimoire

The shot was made and Coren needed to get Kail out of here. The younger Jedi was apparently his charge for the day, and Coren took those situations very seriously. He was going to get her, and the village out of there. He knew they were starting to pack up, heading to the ships, the same way he knew his astromech was making it back to his own ship. Once he had a ship nearby, then that was really how he was going to show the Starchaser name.

For now, this post was outlining the fact that yes, Coren did take the shot, and no, he did not call the shot aside from shooting a scatter blast at Ajihad to get him off of Kail. He needed her to help get this village moving. He was no Jedi, he was no hero. At the end of it all, Coren was the one shouting loud about the Sith until someone heard him.

Sounds very familiar, but the Sith may not be the Reapers, just very very close.

 

[Kail Myn]

Objective: Survive!
Location: Outside the wall.
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Enemies: [member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="Naga Itesak"] | [member="Isabella Denko"] | The Primeval
[08/20]

Kail was relieved to see Coren had a true aim, this fight so far had been a close call but she knew that the assailant would not go down so easily, and wasn't ready to get into a fight. Only then did she realize that fate itself would not be so kind to the young Jedi this day. Another one, this time more beast than man, lunged at her clearly in an attempt to bring her back down into the dirt. This time a furious Kail dodged out the way, falling into the soil with one hand picking up dirt as she pushed herself off the ground and into a sprint near Coren.

She was not about to let them get the better of her, and she wouldn't forgive herself if everyone in this village died because she wasn't strong enough to save them.

This battle may favour the enemy greatly, but she believed... She had to believe that there was hope, a chance that any of them might make it out of this alive. Why are there those who'd attack innocents? Why would warships descend on this world of all? What could they possibly want with refugees and exiles? Kail grit her teeth at the thoughts, her heart was boiling in rage and she couldn't begin to think of the suffering those who are left behind will go through.

 

[Rapax]

[4/20]
Objective: 2
Allies: Lord Ajihad Grimoire Felista Rakk and others of the prime
Enemies: [member="Kail Myn"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]

Naga fired a blast of lightning towards Kail he was hoping to hit her to temperarely paralyze her so that he can bolt up and attack her. He was not about to let this jedi get away he will either capture her or feast on her heart....preferable the latter then the former but circumstances make it complicated. He activated his lightsabers,The need for hideing was over.. and it was his time to strike at this jedi while the others had there targets to deal with.

 

[Vakarian]

Objective: Helping the Good guys.​

Allies: [member=Coren Starchaser] | [member=Kail Myn]​

Enemies: Primeval​

Post: 1/20​

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Baffled Drive engaged.

Coryn had recently discovered his knack for appearing when it seemed that he was needed, and that logic did not fail him this time. The rumor mill was constantly spinning, and it didn't take long for news to spread of the Primeval dominion of Bosph. This was not the first time the planet had come under attack, at least not by those who followed the path of the Dark side. The Empire, under Palpatine, had once bombarded the planet for the overwhelming presence of sentient native with Force Sensitivity; the planet was held as a threat in the eyes of the oppressors, and it was a threat that they couldn't tolerate. It devastated the natural world, leaving the mass of grassy plains torn by the scars of turbolaser fire from ships in space.

It was, however, the first time that Coryn had ever visited the planet. If only, it could be under better circumstances.

He passed through the atmosphere of Bosph with ease and kept alert of his surroundings through the force. He wanted to ensure that he could help as many people as he could, even going so far as allowing refugees from the Primeval attack to board his ship and smuggling them off world; he was no smuggler, but he was a Jedi, and that meant that he helped those who needed it. As he drew closer to the ground, his mind reeled with a sudden burst of light and dark energies, dancing along the edge of his mind, so he widened his awareness, focusing on the presence of the light side. It did not take him long to find them, a man and a woman by the feel of them. But, there was also something more in the air, something sinister.

He had felt the same sinister feeling when the dark whispers entered his mind, it meant the potent presence of Dark Siders. He passed through the cloud cover, and he was greeted by the view of a settlement under attack, smoke rising from various areas within the tiny settlement. His eyes flashed briefly in anger, before they settled into neutrality once again, he could not afford to allow his anger to drive him; the dark side was too potent here, he would be a pawn to its whim.

Deciding it was not the best of ideas to land in direct correlation with the settlement, he piloted his ship to the nearest overlook and quickly shut down anything that would give the position of his escape craft away, then proceeding to exit the ship and make his way across the grassy plains. It took several moments, but aided by the Force, his strides were swifter, allowing him to cross distances that would have otherwise taken a while to cross in mere minutes.

Once into the settlement, he followed the presence of the light siders to a man and woman being assailed by several dark siders, sith or something else he could not tell; he had never seen them before. He remained in the shadows watching for a time, until one sith, [member="Naga Itesak"], loosed a blast of lightning towards the younger woman. Coryn would not risk harm to anyone if he could help it, so he leaped from his cover, drawing the valkyri sword that he had recovered from his part in the Battle of Fafnersvik on the planet of Midvinter. He landed with a roll and brought himself up to intercept the lightning with another force ability.

He closed his eyes, and time seemed to slow around him, he drew on the Force and imagine a wall of energy being thrown up in front of him, a protection against the dark power that was headed towards the woman behind him. He wasn't a hero by any means, he was just someone who wanted to see good brought back to the galaxy, and if that meant getting into a little trouble along the way, he would be satisfied with that.

Spoiler

Coren said that it would be alright if I joined up as well. Hope that's all good.

 

[Enoch Zambrano]

Objective: Objective 3
Location: Next to the big guy
Allies: [member="Zambrano the Hutt"], Sargon
Enemies: Heathens
Post: 2/20

"My sanity is dead. My insanity drives me to slice your fat head off of your non-existent neck, and hold it up buy your tongue. Perhaps another day?" Enoch responded to the fat slug with a tone just as hostile and filled with disappointment. He crossed his arms, walking further into the ruins. Orange eyes stared down at the ground, moving to look over an broken stone tablet, with strange writing chiseled across it. Enoch kicked it with his foot, and it flipped over, puffing up dirt into the air. The man snorted, turning back to look at his Uncle, a twisted smile now plastered on his lips.

"So! Tell me about this place. Why are the Riftseekers here, and why should I help you...?

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Objective: Three --- Convert Infidels Through Magicks
Location: Excavation Site
Allies: The Primeval
Enemies: The Unfaithful
[03/20]

The Hutt merely issued a harrowing chuckle. It was low, deep, and soft. The eyes remained brown, but the angered forrow softened to an amused fixation. The intensity of his disappointment grew, though in his eyes it appeared to soften... perhaps with pity. The laugh was incredibly knowing. There was no other means to describe it as his chest softly rose and fell with each inaudible chortle.

"Only the sane, believe what they do is without sanity..." Zambrano was probably the most qualified psychopath in all of the galaxy, and he knew the intricacies of one's perception of reality. One who told another that they were insane... often times were not. Murderous and unfeeling to other's emotions, sure. Anyone has it within their capabilities to do that. To be totally removed of one's sense of reason in the basis of reality? That was a truly phenomenally rare condition, that the Warlord knew best over the course of over 400 immortal years. He never admitted to insanity however, and that was the true mark of one totally detached from himself.

His Throne hovered gracefully about the ruins, his eyes looking without truly seeing, while his mind wander but not without purpose. His mind poured the burning oil within his soul over the dirt, and let the ash of his sorrows drift through the air to cover all erected structures. With every beat of his heart, its irregular echo revebrated against the hearts of those surrounding him, creating a cacophony of life... there was but one echo that his ears searched for. It was with the L'ans in the Unseen Rift, that he sent forth with his bone amulets and charmed staff, to seek out.

"In our inscrupulous journey to find the Rift, the great portal to Sargon, many pathes must be taken to obtain the power necessary to harness the change of the Dead One. We must be enlightened by the knowledge of Nogras, with the blessing of a flawed artifact of Harlementh. Whatever artifact rests here, was saught out by the blind... now that they are absent, my duty shall not be to open their eyes, but to find what they fruitlessly saught in the bleakness of Sargon. The blindness here, though... is too thick to sift through... too many heathenous beings blocking the path of Nogras. It is the flaw of Harlementh."

[member="Enoch Zambrano"]

 

[Sirak Kolar]

Objective: Capture The Jedi
Location: Amongst the Fighting
Allies: [member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="Naga Itesak"] | [member="Isabella Denko"] | The Primeval
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] │ [member="Kail Myn"] │ [member="Coryn Raxis"]
[01/20]

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The soft whirring of the twin ion engines filled the void of silence that clung to the air of his single man fighter craft, overtaking the otherwise deafening quiet with a white noise that offered no true solace to Ebon. As the ship came to rest in Bosph's orbit, he offered a soft twitch to signify his battle meditation was done. Nearly this entire trip, from Mygeeto to here, was spent in this masterful position, one of the few force skills he truly knew by heart. It was in this he found his power, how he controlled his violent blood lust, and how he oppressed the force energies he had so little control of.

He offered a small, soft tone to the computers navigational computers, already knowing his objective.

"Proceed to navigational point Alpha Delta Four Eight Nine."

The ship offered no resistance, it's engines chirping in anticipation as the ship began to pick up speed once more into the planets clouded atmosphere. It reminded him of so many planets before, and in his mind it would remain just another planet that he'd look back on rarely. His mission was simple, to capture [member="Kail Myn"] . All other objectives were secondary, and no other lives mattered. He had his target, and any who came in-between were nothing more than a causality count. Ebon offered a final and gracious prayer to his Gods, and quickly stood to peer out the open window of his fighter.

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As the ship came to a slow flight path above the sacked village, Ebon offered no more than a secondary glance. His interest in the city meant little, and only the girl mattered now. The power in his body rippled and quaked into every fiber of his being, the gloved hand around his lightsaber tightening into a violent and twisting grip. His strength was monstrous, only amplified by the battle meditation he had just undergone, and as he climbed out of the ever flying ship, he offered the faintest of smiles. Battle excited him, engorged him with pleasure of the mind, and even if he failed he'd know it was his gods that meant it to be. The air around him threw the cloaked hood from his head, and the strong focus inside of him empowered him with supernatural energies.

The sudden jump from the ship sent the Zabrak flying through the air. In this moment, he studied his surroundings, felt for the presence of the Jedi, and marked his environment carefully. The force guided his descent, if not rudimentarily, and almost as instantly as the armored, nearly seven foot beast of a man hit the ground, he lifted himself to a frightening sprint towards the energies he felt.

Two Jedis and a ...warrior.

The thought ran rampant in his mind before coming to a sudden stop, his focus finding itself to rest on the second of the Jedi. Each step he took offered a small quake behind him, shaking in any direction a relative short distance, and replying with a soft whistle from the speed he took on. As the scene closed in on his sight, Ebon finalized his entrance with a resounding crack, his lightsaber igniting from either side in a glorious red hue, while his massive and intimidating form lurched through the air to descend on the Jedi [member="Coryn Raxis"] . His Ataru training came back like a flood of beautiful memories, and the flying Zabrak offered nothing more than a wide and beaming grin, his sharpened and edged teeth throwing off a minor stench to any who got too close. The blade came down with extraordinary force, the weight of Ebon only amplifying the energy he came at the ground with.

A single thought came through Ebon's mind. A soft spoken, quiet thought that laid rested in the back of his mind, but surely held the weight of a dream. It started softly at first, chanting in a distant manner, crescendo'ing into an overpowering and eldritch cacophony of jubilant glee.

"Kill. Kill. Kill! Kill! KILL! KILL!"

 

[Vora Kaar]

Objective Two: Find out what is going on
Location: Somewhere in the battle?
Peeps close: [member="Ebon"], [member="Coryn Raxis"], [member="Naga Itesak"], [member="Kail Myn"], [member="Coren Starchaser"],

Oh that was one night of drinking. It was fun, always fun, except for the hangovers. That is what always hit me hard. My head was hard and my junk was dizzy... wait, its the other way around? Oh I don't know. Waking up, I grabbed a glass of water and downed some pills. Trying to end the headache that had come of my stupidity last night. Looking under the sheets to see my stark white body, and two ladies hanging onto my legs. Ummmm I do not remember them. Like, at all. Sliding my legs out from their grasps, I then moved my body away.

I stood up and as I bent down to grab my clothes, i felt something. Like the hairs on my back warning me of something. A ships engines were close. Loud and booming. Obviously not a good sound. And I felt... scared. Fear. And even a little anger. Something was happening. I rushed on my clothes and armor. Small plates of durasteel and slid my helmet on. The blue HUD systems came on as I was clipping my belt on and grabbing my guns. More notably my slugthrower. Using a lightly armored fist, I punched the window out and jumped out. Looking up to see a ship in the air, and a Sith drop from it towards Jedi. Obvious lightsabers are obvious.

However, I couldn't see much since everyone was running and there was a giant wall in the way to see what else was happening. As I was jumping down, I could see tendrils of lightning headed for somebody. I'm sorry, but why are you attacking someone with freaking LIGHTNING! I brought up my slugthrower and with very quick aim, popped off two shots while running in the direction the lightning was headed. Clearly making my stand as with the Jedi for now. I didn't know what was going on, or why. But seeing as how these Random SIth came up and attacked people, It was just not the right thing to do.

Sure, Sith were not all that great. Nor did they follow any real moral code other than their gods and their teachings. But sometimes, you need to have common sense, which it seemed like nobody had at this moment, to determine why exactly did you attack said person. If some fake god were telling you, then I would question it a bit more.

Sure, I worked for the Primeval as a hired hand. They had their reasons of a crusade, and I had mine. Credits. Credits never lie darlings. Neva'!

 

[Vakarian]

Objective: Defending myself​

Allies: [member="Windstrider"]​

Enemies: [member="Ebon"] ​

Post: 2/20​

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Darkness teemed at the edges of his mind, attempting to break through the mental barriers that he had placed in defense of such unbridled evil. The setting was perfect for the whispers that constantly plagued him to start up again, and he feared that with so little Light to aid him, he would fall to their temptations. He could not fall to the dark, he wouldn't allow it, the galaxy didn't need another thing to be afraid of, it already had too much to worry about. Fear and doubt running rampant through his mind, he jumped as if shocked when he heard the shots being fired in his general direction, but somehow he knew that it was not towards him, but towards the dark sider across from him. He did not have much time to react, for he felt another entity force its way upon his mental barrier, light clashing with dark in an haggard attempt to stun him with the potency of the darkness.

Sapphire eyes turned towards the sky in search of the new threat, just in time to see the flash of crimson as the lightsaber and its owner streaked through the sky towards his position. There would not be much time to react to the newcomer - Coryn had been so enveloped in his own doubts and fears that he was oblivious to the new presence until it had all but managed to reach him. Even now, the presence drifted closer to him, aided by the dark side as it contributed increased speed to the creatures descent from the skies above. He had been a fool to allow himself to become so unaware of his surroundings that he had missed the signature of the newcomer, especially with how powerful of a darkness that seemed to fester within the creature.

With so little time to react, Coryn did the only thing that he knew to do, he called upon the force with all his willpower and rushed from his current position, bringing up his force-imbued sword to deflect the crimson bladed lightsaber. Sparks flashed and blinded him briefly as sword met pure energy, and had his sword not been imbued, it would have likely not withstood the force of the saber coming down on him. Even so, the descent of the creature had given the dark sider a more powerful advantage in terms of pure force; Coryn was brushed aside as the bodies of the two collided, and he was thrown back to the ground below him with a rough thud and heavy roll as he righted himself and came into a crouching stand - his right rib had been cracked.

The pain flooded his nerves, sending them in a frenzy, and forced him to summon the restorative properties of the force once more to heal his wounds. Unfortunately, the mending of bone took more time than the mending of flesh, so it would require a great deal of concentration. Within several moments, Coryn had meagerly healed himself with what little knowledge in the art of healing that he had, and searched for his opponent - wary sapphires scanning the environment around him for the threat that had descended upon him from the sky.

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Objective: Three --- Convert Infidels Through Magicks
Location: Excavation Site
Allies: The Primeval
Enemies: The Unfaithful
[04/20]

"As for you, faithless one..." The Prophet continued, "Why you should help is less important than why you shall help." The beast's eyes closed, and a roaring blister of reality opened up before, a swarm of brimstone and many-legged shadows devouring at the peripheries of the hearth. Poisonous vines fell into the great blaze and turned into ashen particles, or congealed into sludge and oil at the foot of the blinding barrier. His all encroaching spirit attacked from every angle, but the hatred at the heart of this site ignited his foul presence... halting his advancement.

Even as harrowingly dark as he was, there was something missing from his passage... to be Sith or filled with darkness did not seem to be enough to locate the artifact... it was born out of those with honor... those not tainted by the twisted measures that his life had taken. Enoch though was young where he was old... and he could be used as a gateway that just might fool whatever barrier prevented him from listening to the echo of the artifact. A change needed to take place, before the light could locate this bizarre creation. His eyes opened up, banishing his sight in the force of what prevented him from success. "I see that you've brought a number of the locales. Their unique culture is an interesting one, of which I am peculiarly accustomed to. Host to a bizarre 'ritual' known as disremembrance... are you familiar with it?"

[member="Enoch Zambrano"]

 

[Sirak Kolar]

Objective: Capture The Jedi
Location: Facing down Coryn Raxis
Allies: [member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="Naga Itesak"] | [member="Isabella Denko"] | The Primeval
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] │ [member="Kail Myn"] │ [member="Coryn Raxis"] │ [member="Windstrider"]
[02/20]

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Dust escaped from beneath the powered assault the Sith had just used to bear down on the unsuspecting Jedi, and with it Ebon grew in blood lust and excitement. Battle was the only true place he felt alive, years of holding it back in the Jedi temple, betraying his true Zabrakian heritage, forced it upon him as his mind seemed to weaken. He reveled in it, surrounded himself with it, and used it as the bread and butter of his very existence. In the name of Balagoth he served, and in combat he practiced.

The faint slugs from [member="Windstrider"] fired off, but neither made it to meet with Ebon. The rudimentary fire arm's ammunition sailed through the air violently, tumbling and screaming in hopes of finding flesh, to mushroom out and complete its life to serve the guided purpose set upon it by it's master, but either shot missed as the Zabrakian moved swiftly from his standing position back to an assault on the Jedi, Ebon's Ataru training taking shape before the enemy is a awe inspiring display of unbridled aggression.

Once more into the fray, Ebon's double edged blades threw themselves in a horrid flurry, first striking to his left, then right, down, and up. There was no hesitation to the strikes, no concern for his own safety, and the power behind each strike only forewarned the coming of the next. Back to back, the flurry went on to persist, Ebon's form twisting in the air, lurching in anticipation, and finally a focused, force imbued roundhouse threw itself for [member="Coryn Raxis"]'s head.

The air found hope in the symphony of strikes Ebon displayed, nearly all of them calling forth faint whistles from speed alone. It was a soft song, but an imposing one, as each variable strike was met with the quietest response from the air, and in the solace of the moment, it was the sound track of Ebon's mind. As he twisted and turned, Coryn would no doubt-ably see the horrifying grin in the Zabrak's serrated smile, but in the off handed chance he stared into his hate filled eyes, he would find the calm in the storm, and how truly focused the Sith once known as Sirak came to be.

 

[Vora Kaar]

Objective Two: Find out what is going on
Location: Somewhere in the battle?
Enemies: [member="Ebon"], [member="Naga Itesak"],
Allies: [member="Coryn Raxis"], [member="Kail Myn"], [member="Coren Starchaser"],
Music Selection: Something filled with Rock

The rounds I had missed the man. Sure, moving, and I was still slightly hung over could be blamed for that. However, adrenaline was kicking in. I could feel my heart beat faster. My skin tingle as though it were alive. My bones were solid, yet shivered as I shook from the rush of energy. This was battle. This is what I had trained for years for. And now I would fight force users. Most of the time if I did, I was in the background while Axel dealt with that. But now, I had to learn. And learn fast.

While using my right hand to fire off another two rounds at the Sith who was currently sending a kick at the man's head, my left hand pulled out a mandalorian heavy blaster pistol. Might as well keep the man on his toes right? Defend against blaster fire, then dodge or defend against slugthrowers? Yeah. Nice combo at this range.

My paces small and calculated. Bringing a good range of around 20 or so meters between us. And I was no stormtrooper when it came to aiming. I was a crack shot. Good at it over the years since I was what, seven? I knew guerilla warfare. All tuskens had to learn about it. Even the adopted humans like myself. There was always something that I was beaten with. As a child I was hated for my human heritage. I was scolded for being left behind by my parents. I was beaten for missing a shot with my rifle. I was hazzed just so I could get any schooling every year. And at 16, I left that godforsaken village. Because I was going to die before the next year with challenges of tuskens wanting to get my rifle, or my clothing. Just to say they killed a Tusken raised human. I was going to become better than that.

Hence the crack shot skills with rifles and handguns. Even more so with knives and fighting dirty. I fought they way I did because I had to. It was not because I wanted to be cool. or to be good in that field of battle, but to survive. The will to survive, and the fear of becoming someones queen kept me alive. And now, I would throw that into the ring to help this Jedi. I had no clue about this man's background. Nor did I know about who he was, or if he was even a Sith or not. But I would throw my all into this fight.

Muttering to myself, "Come on Max, Drex would be mad right now."

I rushed forwards with a speed that could only come from years of running from authorities, years of running from bandits. Years of running from childhood bullies. Only this time, it was different. Instead of running AWAY, I was running FORWARDS. Running straight into the action to help this man. Because every one deserved a chance to survive. Even if the chance is slim, It's better than none.

"I am about to do something stupid ain't I?"

 

[Sirak Kolar]

Objective: Capture The Jedi
Location: Facing down Coryn Raxis & Windstrider
Allies: [member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="Naga Itesak"] | [member="Isabella Denko"] | The Primeval
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] │ [member="Kail Myn"] │ [member="Coryn Raxis"] │ [member="Windstrider"]
[03/20]

However powerful his kick and previous strikes were, Ebon knew his attention had to change to the rampant wall of lead and blaster fire leading his rear. As swift as his focus changed, he felt the rip of a bullet graze his thigh, forcing a bellowing cry of pain that sounded more akin to a bull ready to charge. What mattered little to him now was the pain, what mattered more was how he would deal with this bounty hunter. His foot kicked off from the ground in a fluid motion from the previous kick, his entire body a working display of art powered by taught and toned muscles, accented beautifully by the rampant force augmentation behind every movement.

In the moment he began to bear down on the lone mercenary, his blade began it's iconic whirring, blaster firing being deflected with quick and decisive action. Each blaster bolt cast shot awry with a satisfying zap when met with the energy beam that was his lightsaber. As the distance closed, Ebon offered a faint grin, and finally stood only a mere few feet from the mercenary, his movements taking only a few seconds in total time to both correct himself from the kick, and travel to where he stood now.

Ebon's eyes focused on the helmet [member="Windstrider"] held over his face, and in perfect harmony forced his lightsaber in a long and accurate arc towards the blasters the bounty hunter wielded, hoping to disable each of them. What came to be, was his Shii-Cho in action, the art of disarmament, Sun djem they called it, and his dedication to the art only made his strike that much more appreciated. Despite it being the most modest, and first lightsaber form, Shii-Cho in the hands of a skilled user was as much a force to be reckoned with as any of the other forms, and if there was one thing Ebon took pride in, was his skill in saber combat.

Ebon offered a course, quiet word to the mercenary before him, close enough now that his hot breathe could be felt on whatever openings to his skin that their were. Blood continued it's faint trickle down his thigh, staining his black robes with a rank dampness, yet the Zabrakian continued to ignore it.

He spoke softly, challengingly.

"Hello."

And with it, his eye's opened with furious anger, and his serrated smile followed in equal reprise, jumping back as [member="Naga Itesak"] struck out with his lightning, making sure it was to miss Ebon. Still, despite his seemingly entire focus on the newly found enemy, Ebon kept marks on where the other Jedi's stood, most, more specifically his mind kept track of a surprise attack from [member="Coryn Raxis"], but whether or not he had recovered from the strike he had given him was little concern.

Spoiler

Edited the ending as to not conflict with [member="Naga Itesak"]'s Emote.

 

[Rapax]

Objective: Capture The Jedi
Location: Joining [member="Ebon"]'s battle
Allies: Lord Ajihad | | Isabella Denko | The Primeval
Enemies: Coren Starchaser │ Kail Myn │ Coryn Raxis │ Windstrider
[05/20]

Naga growled seeing his attack blocked by [member="Coryn Raxis"] and seeing [member="Windstrider"] join the fray, Naga activated his lightsaber and went after [member="Windstrider"] Unleashing a flurry of lightning towards him. Naga moved to a higher ground so he can have the higher ground to better position himself against future attacks. He wasnt able to strike at [member="Kail Myn"] like he hoped...it annoyed him his chance to shed a jedi's blood was stolen...but these two new opponents would prove most fruitful trophys when he is done with them and he will feast on there flesh and bathe in there blood.

 

[Vakarian]

Objective: Protecting his ally​

Allies: [member=Windstrider]​

Enemies: [member=Ebon] | [member="Naga Itesak"] ​

Post: 3/20​

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His eyes were not quick enough to find the danger that would send him sprawling through the air and back onto the rough terrain. The roundhouse, having been imbued with the force, sent his brain into self healing mode, effectively silencing his connection to the Force and rendering him unable to sense the things around him; he would have to rely on the senses that he naturally possessed, or had gained through his training with the Nightbrother's on Dathomir. His sapphire eyes turned towards his opponents, finding the two dark siders and the mercenary who had come to his aid. He could not feel the alignment that the mercenary held in his heart, but as long as he fought on his side, he would trust him.

One did not need to feel the presence of those around them to feel the darkness closing in on them. The light was outnumbered in this instance, and could quite possibly be beaten by the darkness. As if to reaffirm this realization, the voices returned to his mind, "We warned you Coryn Raxis. We warned you that the light could not withstand the darkness, and you did not want to see that truth. We tried to convince you to join us of your own accord, but you resisted. Now, we will take you by force. You are weak and destined to fall, it was written in your fate from the day you were born among the witches. The darkness courses through your veins, and it will be brought forth."

Each word spoken by the voices struck a hidden chord within his heart, a chord that began to sing; to sing in resonance with the dark. He resisted the pull, the temptation that was growing within his heart and mind, he began to recite the mantra that had saved him from the darkness before...

"Emotion, yet Peace." he spoke aloud, reciting his mantra. "Peace is a lie, there is only passion." the voices of the dark countered, shattering his conviction held in the first line of the mantra.

"Ignorance, yet Knowledge." he countered again, his voice slightly less sure of his previous convictions.

"Passion, yet Serenity." The voices did not reply to his words, there was only silence, so he continued.

"Chaos, yet Harmony." the last line of the mantra, his supposed saving grace. The voices had seemingly silenced then, allowing him time to regain awareness of his surroundings.

Blue eyes searched furiously for the two sith and his ally in the fight, and upon finding them, he froze. His ally, [member=Windstrider] was pinned between the two Sith, one of whom was spinning his saber and the other preparing to use another flurry of lightning against his ally. This would not be allowed to happen, and so at the realization that his ally was in trouble, something sparked deep within his core; something primal and long buried, something that had not been felt since his time on Dathomir -- Rage.

A flash of yellow sparked in the deep pools of sapphire and a rush of power, fueled by rage found its way to his core - giving him a connection to the Force that he had not felt since his arrival at the Silver Sanctum. It was a primal energy, fueled by emotion and pain, it was an all encompassing power - it was intoxicating.

"Through Passion, I gain Strength" , he spoke aloud directing his voice to the two Sith across from him.

"Through Strength, I gain Power.", his voice had taken on a darker tone, resonating with the primal power building within him.

"Through Power, I gain Victory", he stepped confidently towards the two dark siders, his eyes melting into a harsh mixture of sapphire and rustic yellow, a look of impassiveness etched into his face as if it were stone.

"Through Victory, my chains shall be broken." the three across from him would feel a build up of power, gathering towards him through the force, causing a ripple that extended in all directions.

"And the Force shall set me FREE!" his words seemed to unleash the power that had built up within him, a power fueled by his rage and desperation at his current predicament, a power that was both primal and controlled. It manifested itself in a Force Repulse that, if it met its targets, would scatter them all in various directions. No matter if the power connected with the others or not, Coryn fell to his knees, his energy all but depleted in the sheer amount of force and power put behind his use of Repulse. He retreated from his emotions, eyes fading in and out of blackness, threatening to force him to succumb to his exhaustion.

The fight had not lasted long for Coryn, but hopefully he had bought his ally some time to get out of harms way. It was hard enough fighting one member of the dark side, let alone fighting two of them.