Sith Crusades: Attack on Voss

[4ND-R0]

Team Darkside​

Area: Voss, in the forests near the Temple
Allies: [member="Loxa Visl"] | [member="Boethiah"]
Enemies: | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"]


The damned bird had woulded her leg. She seethed in the pain, but allowed the pain simultaneously fuel her own drive for hatred and the dark side. With the winged nuisance coming for another swoop, the witch merely stood her ground and outstretched her hands as stiffly as she could. She called upon the Force, and greenish protection bubble formed around herself and an immediate area of about two feet. She was fueled purely on adrenaline, pain, and the dark side. She would keep the force barrier up so long as her constitution would allow. It was a strain to keep it going, but her fight or flight instinct was in overdrive, choosing push her body's limit in favor of survival over death by a mere, filthy bird.

She ignored the animal's words to her, seeing it little more than a beast trained by the hypocrisy that is the Jedi Order. Thankfully, she could feel presences in the Force really close by. Ones that she was familiar with. Witches of her own coven, of the Primeval, had come to her aid. She could almost smile and pray to the gods. Yet, could not loose focus now. She kept up her rage and pain, pressing down on her wounded leg to incite more sensations of pain. She reveled in the sensation, allowing it to fuel her rage. She leaned head up and opened her damaged mouth.


“SHA’MATRI!” She called out as loudly as she could, knowing the sound would travel far enough for the pair to hear.

She dropped to one knee, keeping her barrier up in the hopes her coven would come for her. She would keep it until the last of her strength if she needed to survive that badly. Steam still rolled off her scorched skin, make her look hellish to everyone.

 

[WolfMortum]

Team Lightside
Allies: Team Lightside.
Enemy: Team Darkside.
Opposition: [member="Xenro"]

There was a part of Veiere that knew Xenro was right in calling him out for his aggression, despite the fact that the Sith was trying to antagonize him. Much had changed since their last encounter and the Jedi Order had proven its degradation long since. The Silver Jedi Order might have become his new home had [member="Lady Kay"] not resurfaced upon Commenor with the company of [member="Darth Prazutis"] at her side, though she had and Veiere had left this world to return home. It had not been a failed effort reaching out to the former President now Queen of Commenor, yet it had been a grueling time of doubt and perseverance, the eventual collapse of his faith in the Order had started the day of Atrisia and over the years since, he had all but given up, his faith and allegiance remained to the Force and to the light but not to the decline of integrity in how he looked to serve such ideals. "I haven't stood under the banner of Jedi in a long time..." He exclaimed from a small distance, they having clashed and the Sith seeming to be on the defensive.

He could not be sure about Xenro's tactics though if met with an aggressive stance, it was often best to wait out the aggressor and to let them tire themselves out before moving to retaliate. Soresu had taught Veiere this bes, however he didn't have the opportunity here in taking his time, the longer that this one remained the greater potential damage he might do to the world of Voss around them, already having torn asunder the forest around them, the atmosphere in their given scene red as if dusk had set, a reflection in the sky overhead of the fires burning down upon the grounds around them.

He pressed forward on the attack once again, his lightsaber being taken into both hands this time and drawn down behind him as he dashed across the burned and decrepit terrain to meet with Xenro, a violent blur of green energy arcing up in a diagonal slash starting at the Sith's left hip and rising up through to and out from his right shoulder had Xenro not seen it coming and sought to respond. It was a heavy handed strike, one that would soon be followed up in an attempt to topple the Sith Lord's balance were he in range still, a heavy boot being thrust against the mid-section still in momentum of the assault, Veiere baring the lightsaber back down across at head height, looking for decapitation once more. His opponent was experienced, he knew this already, the Force powerful in them both and his senses snapping at every change to the threat of their duel, pre-cognition a teaching of both alignments in the Force, their moves and intended strikes dancing about as if in choreographed, complimenting the opposition in a bout worth their time.

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Team Darkside
Location: Xo'xann Star Destroyer Monogator, dead in space, Voss orbit
Allies: None in range
Enemies: [member="Sala'dine"], approaching Jedi fleet

He had no chance. The Monogator was a dead hunk now, and starting to very slowly fall into Voss's gravitational field. But the main Jedi fleet would be on top of him before that. Now clearly seeing the Jedi dreadnought, he saw that it was indeed over three times the size of the Monogator. He felt a lot of Force presences, meaning that it would be a tough way out. He would have to think of another plan.

He disabled his red lightsaber, saving his energy for when a boarding party came. There was a chance that it would take a while for them to reach him and the command crew, because the command bridge didn't have too much docking bays. If he was lucky, the Monogator would crash down before he could be boarded. Then, he could find a way to slash out of the Monogator and escape.

For now, he waited. The front of the Jedi fleet started to close the distance, and he knew they would be boarding soon. He ignited his red blade again, waiting for the moment to strike his enemy.

(Btw, the Monogator will be crashing down on Voss eventually, but it will land in a lake and not make a huge planetary impact.)

 

[Xenro]

Engaging [member="Veiere Arenais"] ​

The man spoke loudly, introspectively across the small distance between them. His words indicated a loss of Knighthood or a fall from grace; whichever the case may be, doubt swirled rhythmically around this man and clouded his focus. Only his decision to face the Sith in combat and right an ancient wrong steeled him for action. "It seems that time did grant you wisdom, at least."

His vibrant green eyes shifted across the fallen Jedi's person slowly, and as Veiere prepared for his next assault, Xenro spoke up. "Did it pain you?" he asked.

Veiere exploded into motion, and Xenro moved with the precise, measured steps of a dancer. Each movement was conservative, and wasted no more energy than necessary. His gaze did not move from the man's own. At the pinnacle of lightsaber mastery, ones senses were beyond that of the body alone. In the Force, you perceived everything- your own weapon, the weapon of your opponent, the speed of your bodies...

Combat was a science, and if you understood the body, you could pick it apart even further. Xenro had watched, just long enough, to see the things Veiere favored. His handedness, his approach, right down to the way he breathed.

Something as small as a quick inhalation formed a damning tell. His shoulders dipped in just such a way, and his body twisted with the movement. From the left.

His blade arced upward to meet its rival head-on. The weapons clashed mid strike, and the raw power of Veiere's two handed strike caused the defensive blade to give. They splashed sparks between the two duelists and the sabers came away clean, not a wound between them.

Arenais' blade continued on its course, the momentum more than enough to be unassailed by a surgical strike. Its intention had not been to deter, however. Xenro felt the depth of the blow, and judged the distance of the path from start to finish. "To watch the things you believed in fail, I mean."

His slow, stalking movements carried him in a circle around the other man as his boot came up.

As if the impact meant nothing, Xenro's body folded forward into the blow, and he shifted. He was forced back, and his opponent attempted another immediately lethal stroke.

The kick was an interesting twist, but the decapitation was predictable. His body moved similarly again, the weight changing and shoulders twisting to lend more power to the attack. Desparation.

It broke against the light of Xenro's own blade.

Thrust from chest level, the weapon formed a perpendicular line between the two combatants and its tip threatened to sear the man's face.

Their weapons crackled in protest as the two men stood at odds. The nexus of the two blades rained hell on the already charred earth, and Xenro held his weapon evenly.

"Or was it you that failed?"

 

[WolfMortum]

Team Lightside
Allies: Team Lightside.
Enemy: Team Darkside.
Opposition: [member="Xenro"]

Light flashed before his eyes and a sudden searing pain followed as the tip of his blade reached out and caressed the side of his face, burning into the flesh of his cheek and taking into it's vibrant gleam a part of the former Knights left ear, the burning of the energy channeled from the hilt of the Sith Lord causing his skin to bubble and blister, the blood that might have been drawn instantly cauterizing against such a temperature yet saving Veiere none from the burn itself, he was forced to pull away before Xenro could drive it any further into him and otherwise end him right then and there. He stumbled backwards, his left hand releasing the hilt to the sole care of his right, instead reaching up to his cheek as he put several feet between them and soon dropped against the floor of Voss still scarred from the plague that he had previously unleashed. Desperate to not be left of guard, he scrambled again to his feet though seemed completely put out, his left eye closed as he glared back in defiance of the Sith from the other. Veiere had played into the blow by falling short and becoming predictable in the fight, one more second and it could've been his last.

He was still trying to goad him though, this Sith like so many others speaking as if he knew Veiere's faults and his short-comings, the limits of his ability; like so many others he was proud of his accomplishments and willing to bet his own against Veiere's. "The failure was my own..." He responded, keeping his distance and using the conversation as a means to try and recollect himself and his stamina for the fight; "Yet it is not a thing to feel ashamed in...-Every time we fall, we must learn to pick ourselves back up...-To recover and to progress..." His left hand slowly descended from his wound, his left side charred and parts of his hair around his ear had been burned away, skin around the missing flesh dark and loose while the line of scar tissue that ran from the side just above his mouth to the of where his earlobe had been smelled something god awful. His breathing was staggered and his mind felt disillusioned, the aching from his concussion of the crash landing to Voss now completely irrelevant against the new pain that tormented him so and left his confidence in the fight shaken. "You're all so damned sure of yourselves..." He added, trying to straighten his stance, his lightsaber being lowered to his right side, blade pointed to the ground, his left arm sitting against his midsection, hand open and palm facing skyward; it was almost as if he were guarding himself with it, "There are far better things to live for than to cast your grievances against others, you're no better than I am, a part of the Force that flows throughout the galaxy yet there's always got to be a reason to war with one another, to start a fight and peg yourself as a justified killer for the failings of other men...You might be skilled with that blade and I remember your power in the force like it were yesterday, the way you use your blood...-Yet you lack integrity, you lack the clarity of mind and the peace of self, thus you will forever be searching for something, forever missing a part of yourself and your lust for power and dominion over others will never sate that thirst you struggle to recognize. Whether by my hand or someone elses, you will be lead into defeat and find you know not how you got there...".

Veiere wasn't talking about the Dark side verses the Light side anymore, he was talking about the moral choices of the man in person. As lecturing as it might come of, preachy as all people having been brought up by the Jedi often were in their teachings, Veiere was targeting Xenro for the capacity of self, the person he could be without the need to put others down in order to rise above whatever hate drove him to be what he had become. The Sith had been fighting against the Jedi for centuries, nothing had come of it but one war after the next, people dying and others finding their anger renewed in this loss, it was a ridiculous yet vicious cycle and while people, most especially within the Jedi Order had learned of the balance in the force, it had done nothing to deter the unnatural loss of life that had come from such wars, said loss that wounded the veil of natural energies the Jedi and Sith both utilized in their efforts to follow their believed cause. Standing there, looking down the path of black dirt, surrounded by the burning of tree's and flora, the sky caked in the black of smoke, Veiere knew that they were both guilty of that same failing and thus, stood on the same level regardless of alignment to the two perspectives of the Force they had trained in; their differences were minimal against their failure to adhere by the power that they controlled; the power that had given them life and that they had used to take lives in the past.

His breathing had slowed, his mind open to the world around them, it ached in the presence of war, the damage that had been done might be healed by the Jedi there on Voss yet in the moment, Veiere felt it all and drew in upon the flow of all things, distancing himself from the fight in mind and listening instead to the course of the wind, a breeze that brought with it the proof of life. No matter how big or small they might believe themselves, the Force was ever present around them, something so much bigger and so much more potent than they could ever be; to Xenro he might appear to have been lost in a day dream yet in what Veiere felt, he called it all to him, that it might give him the strength needed to survive the battle. It had barely started...-Nothing in this day had started well yet this fight was only moments in and he still had the presence of the Sith bordering upon the edge of his mind, intent on killing him.

"Show me that you are not as big a failure as I am" Veiere spoke up in open invitation, his eyes opening to look ahead and despite his body suffering, his left foot slid back to place the majority of his weight upon it, his right moving forward a pace and his right hand being met with his left, turning the hilt to face the blade off to his left side, angled to the ground in a readied and defensive stance. The ball was not in Xenro's court and Veiere was prepared to respond accordingly.

 

[Lief]

Team Lightside
Among the Athena Initiative Diplomatic Convoy to Voss
Onboard the Miraphaet
[ [member='Arutha'] | [member='Darryl Montreux'] | [member='Lena Gray'] ]

<Uh, Captain. Just a friendly note from the scanners that our survivor is heading straight to what seems to be a firefight.>

Lars did not take his eyes from the viewing port, and for a moment his comms remained silent as he processed the report and calculated how best to proceed. This wasn't his area of expertise. He hadn't joined the Initiative to land himself in hot waters, ducking and weaving through lines of fire in the hopes of remaining alive.

Damn Sith, ruining everything.

"Roger that, Montreux, keep tabs on their movement."

He opened comms to the rest of the ship now, voice blaring overhead.

"This is your Captain speaking. We're going to be landing just outside the crash zone, in approximately two minutes. Gear up, grab a weapon, Chaos knows what's out there. We have a crew member to save, and from the looks of these readings there may be several injured from another vessel. Nimm, you're up, I don't care what side they're on, work your magic. Gray, get them prepped and ready to go. Floyd out."

Cutting the comms, having never once removed his sights from what lay ahead, he brought the ship around toward the crash site while giving it and the apparent firefight a wide birth. Suicide. This is suicide. You're sending your men to their graves, Floyd, you know they're incompetent... How many lied just to get in to the Initiative?

Time til descension, approximately 1 minute.

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Location: Leaving Monogator before it explodes
Friends: None in range
Enemies: Jedi Fleet, gravity, planetary defenses

He realized that if a boarding party were to come, then he would not survive the full assault. He had been a fool to think of that before. At best, he would be imprisoned. At worst, he would be shot dead. He looked at his barely functioning radar, and gasped. The Monogator was starting to burn up in the upper atmosphere. He had to get out. Fast. At this point, planetary defense lasers were focusing on the Monogator as it fell to its doom.

There was no choice left but to check the ship's halls for escape pods. In some places, the ship was torn open and the intense winds whipped up his hair. Most of the escape pods had been taken, but maybe, there was an extra. With his command officers behind him, they ran on. Eventually, he found what he was looking for. A spare escape pod. He quickly ran into it as parts of the Monogator's hull started to completely rip off. He ejected the pod, and him, with his 10 command staff, were launched off the ship.

He looked back just in time to see the Monogator explode in midair, shrapnel flying everywhere. He would have to get a new command ship. So the escape pod drifted through the air like a feather, too small to be targeted. Cloud after cloud, the escape pod glided down. Eventually, the mountains and trees of Voss were visible. As the escape pod started to dip below the mountains and near the ground, he saw duels go on all over the area. Red hitting blue and green, fighting to the death. Finally, his escape pod hit a group of trees and started to impact the ground.

With a very loud screech, the escape pod smashed through trees and bushes until eventually it stopped, at the edge of a forest. Once the pod stopped, he carefully stepped out. Indeed, there was fighting everywhere. Brushing off his clothes, he ignited his lightsaber and searched for an enemy.

 

[Xenro]

Engaging [member="Veiere Arenais"] ​

"Power over others?" Xenro listened to the man gush with an expression devoid of emotion. "Dominion?"

His eyes closed as Veiere aired his defiance and spoke on the failings of modern Sith. The weakness had crept through cracks and festered, and the structure had rotted from the inside out. If even a broken Jedi could see it from the outside, the entire meaning of the word 'Sith' had been lost.

There was more, though. Xenro could taste the pain of this fallen Jedi before him, and the emotions that laced his words like bitter poison. He was cracked and coming unhinged, but he spoke with a genuine disdain that poured out from the inside. "It is the failure of all sentient creatures to believe themselves capable."

His skeletal hand probed at the dark vestments he wore and tugged them free. The flowing fabric fell from his torso and revealed something far more hideous than the warped, lifeless arm granted movement.

Each piece of flesh was segmented, pulled taut, drawn together, and sewn. Different tones and textures clashed, but melded as one in futility. "I think you misunderstand me, Master Jedi." He held open the garb for a moment longer. The stitches where his head was sewn in place were evident now. "I have no intention of making war, or playing at king."

His fingers slipped away and the robes shifted and fell back lazily over his chest, leaving the flesh still partly exposed. "I searched my whole life for secrets. In archives, in ancient temples, in the Jedi Order itself..."

His hand stretched toward the ruin crafted of his own make. "I learned the truth of this galaxy firsthand, and it is simply that there is no peace. Not in life."

Xenro took a step forward. The robes flowed with him, and his hand stretched out toward Veiere. "So I sought the secrets in death."

Tendrils of kinetic energy rippled at his command, and the Jedi would feel something akin to fingers caressing the burn on his face. "This pain you feel- this is something that the living will always have. It is inescapable. These wars you see- they are a problem of the living. Life is the most damning evil of all, Master Jedi."

His fingers closed, and his eyes opened. "I have given them true peace. It is something that you will never find while you yet draw breath. So make your war against me, against the Sith- make it against the whole galaxy if you must."

His hand tightened, and the energy around Veiere dispersed. "If it is peace you seek, you will never find it."

 

[Darth Ferus]

Deep in the forests just outside the Jedi Temple Krest continued to take his time to reach the violence his fellow Sith had unleashed. Patience was important, both for Jedi and Sith. For the time being he had no intention of joining his fellows. No, something else kept him in the forest. Whispers of the Force told him of an event to happen here, and he had no intention of missing it. Who was destined to come here?

Soon enough, that would be answered.

[member="Sorel Crieff"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Team Lightside
Allies: Team Lightside.
Enemy: Team Darkside.
Opposition: [member="Xenro"]

"What foul works have you done to yourself..."

Veiere stared on as Xenro exposed the damaged flesh, scarred and stitched with what the former Knight could only presume were the body parts of dead men, flesh and though unconfirmed, possibly the organs harvested from other corpses. The Sith expressed an opinion sounding as though he himself counted his own life among those already dead, claiming that war was the problem other living and speaking as though he himself somehow wasn't included in all of it, despite his being there on Voss and his part played in the killing of numerous others, the harm rendered to the living world. He claimed to have sort answers, even within the Jedi Order; this was something that came as a surprise, the potential that Xenro had once been among the Jedi; though there were numerous forms of Jedi in this day and age and the lines considered right and wrong had been marred accordingly, a matter of perspective given your place in life, the old Code no longer seemingly followed quite nearly as strictly as it had once been. It was the actions of other Jedi that had tore Veiere away from his faith within a future of the Order, not a Sith...-Thus he could not argue with justified doubt least he be reminded of those who had unleashed hell upon Atrisia.

"Like it or not, you are one with the Force and that power flows through all living things. What effects the natural currents of this energy will too affect you no matter how you might try to deny it..." Veiere openly disagreed, moving to step to the side, his gaze parting from Xenro to take a second glance across the terrain around them seeking to gauge it's stability while he still had the moment in conversation; "I must too disagree with your view on Peace, it is attainable though not through the resignation of self..." He rolled his right hand, the blade of his lightsaber spinning in a single circular motion at his side, his forearm loose and his mind looking to his opponent once more who too seemed to be stalling for time. "No sentient creature is exempt from pain, it is as natural as the air that I breath, a part of the natural cycle of life and cannot be denied...-You say you are not existing to be a cause of war and yet here you are on Voss doing exactly that...-What secrets have you come here for, then, you who claim to be so detached from the rest of us, so easily disregarded to all this that we living are concerned with...-You, so vocal. Explain this to me should you want me to understand, or otherwise let us be done with this....-Draw your blade, or leave these people and their world to their own premise". Veiere was giving him the chance, though even he did not agree with it, this Sith seemed so certain to know him that Veiere refused to abolish the chance for mercy should it mean Voss would be left without the further stain of death upon its land. It was the only chance, Veiere knowing well that Xenro would not change in his ways by their second meeting; he did not enjoy the thought of killing this man though enjoyed the potential killing that the Sith might do elsewhere even less. He too doubted that his opponent would accept the chance given and turn to flee, had he the want to do so than his fear would be evident and that fear would make peg him just as 'alive' as the rest of them were, that instinct for survival running through every living being in this galaxy. Self preservation...

His lightsaber expelled a loud hiss, the blurred green of his second blade, the two handed sword of light changing that Veiere might adopt the form of Jar'kai, his right hand guiding the hilt of the weapon to his front, that either blade might extend to either side of himself, his back straightening and his left arm moving to balance his weight as his feet parted some little bit further, burying the soles against the cracked earth, strengthening his position and awaiting further the decision of the Sith.

 

[Vitha Na'iv]

Allies: SJO, various lightsiders, Veiere Arenais
Enemies: Sith, various dark siders, Allara Ven
Location:Forests of Voss
Equipment: Blue bladed saberstaff

Vitha dived down deactivating her blade so she could gain maximum speed. However something was off as the darksider suddenly turned and a green bubble surrounded it. This wasn't something the Avogwi was familiar with and not wanting to charge in headlong now that her advantages of surprise and unfamiliarity were gone she pulled up sharply.

Powering straight up she turned slightly and wheeled sideways folding up her left wing. Eyes locked on her opponent she stretched out with the force trying to get some idea of what exactly that bubble was. She felt the dark side strongly emanating from the dark sider but there was something else. A darkness that permeated like the stink off a rotten corpse being blown by a breeze towards her. Concentrating hard enough to almost give herself a headache she sensed two or three figures coming through the forest from beyond the darksider.

While it was nearly impossible to scare and Avogwi, they had no natural predators, losing the advantage of being able to overwhelm an opponent because there might be a second one she'd have to defend against wasn't something she relished. Adjusting her wings she waited a few second more before powering upwards creating several strong gusts of wind with her massive wingspan. She'd remain and watch them waiting for an opportunity to strike but she'd do it from a position where she had the advantage.

Catching the wind about fifty feet above tree top level she settled into a glide and started peering through the canopy trying to catch glimpses of her former opponent as she flew away gaining distance. Going about a quarter mile away she sighed. The trees made it near impossible to see. In a more open area she could easily see two miles or more.

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Location: Voss forests
Allies: Sith, approaching [member="Allara Ven"]
Enemies: Jedi, soon to be [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"]

He had left his burning escape pod ten minutes ago. His command crew were likely dead by now. As he walked deeper through the forest, he sensed two things. First, he heard a strange call. Then, he started to sense a Force presence. A Jedi. At that very moment, a large bird flew overhead. As it zoomed away, he realized that that must've been the Force presence, likely the Jedi.

The bird was too fast for him, so he decided to follow the source of the sound. Eventually he found the source, a witch kneeling on the ground, surrounded a green bubble, who seemed to have gone through a battle with that bird Jedi. An enemy of the Jedi was a friend of his, so he carefully walked over. "Are you ok?" he asked to the witch. He disabled his red lightsaber and put it back in his utility belt.

He had heard about witches before, studying the Dathomiran witches from the Old Republic, Clone Wars, and present day, but never actually seen one. He was unaware of most of their modern abilities, though he knew in a bit more detail their older skills. The bubble surrounding the witch was a skill he had never heard of before.

 

[Sorel Crieff]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e_G01yj9zL0

Sorel was a Jedi Master — that much was a fact. But not all Jedi were equal, and not even Masters. She was only recently granted the title and her strengths lay in simple things.

Her wisdom despite her years was one. And she was exemplary with the simple Jedi abilities — but did not have the extensive repertoire of most of her contemporaries. But what she knew, she knew very well indeed. And attached to her hip were two items she was entirely accomplished with.

And her major strength? Her complete and utter trust in the Force. Which was why she was now walking away from the Temple — which was under attack — and was walking through the trees towards an unknown foe.

She knew there was someone to face — she had seen it as a form of premonition, and despite the fact that the future was uncertain, she knew this to be a certainty. So her dark robes flowed behind her as she walked briskly into the depths of the forest, towards whatever fate the Force had in mind.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Xenro]

Engaging [member="Veiere Arenais"] ​

This man's perceptions mirrored expection, but flew in the face of reality. Xenro watched as he delivered his empassioned speech about how they were all the same, and how all of them were a part of the Force. The Code of the Sith and that of the Jedi were both sides of a single coin. Light and Darkness, above and below, yin and yang.

There were creatures of purest darkness, and those who professed to be taintless, unmarred by selfish desire. The way of the Jedi, as taught for countless generations was exactly as this man described it. Denial of the Self.

Sith sought to consume all things on their path to self actualization. It was a destructive, self-mutilating path that led to isolation. Both Jedi and Sith were ultimately beings that denied the natural order. So when Veiere asked what secrets that Xenro sought, he pried the fabric away from his torso and let it flutter off into the inferno.

It burst into flame a moment later, and cinders scattered to the wind.

"There is greater kindness in release than the persistance you aggrandize." It was a simple, cruel, and direct statement. This man sought to integrate him with the rest of humankind through his words, and his actions, but in so doing he condemned him all the same. Such was the paradox of society.

Those who did not conform were crushed.

"Your people have believed since the dawn of time that the nature of the species is to integrate, coexist, build, reproduce, suffer, rebuild, and pass it to the next generation like some great gift." Xenro turned his wrist upward, the blade pointed toward Veiere's torso. "But in the same breath, you would damn every being who did not agree. You would force them to comply, break them of their individuality, and enslave them to your notions of peace."

"Is that any less wicked than what I have done?"

His skeletal palm stretched out, and he lifted the index finger in a single, quick motion. All at once, the ground beneath the fallen Jedi's feel churned, and a spike of earth intermingled with a viscous, black substance raced toward his chest.

"At least I don't lie and tell them that they're free."

 

[Darth Ferus]

In a small clearing within the forest the Zabrak sat, his eyes closed and his mind open. The tattered red cloak that had been worn to scare those easily spooked had been hung on a nearby tree. It would find no use for what was to come. The Sith was dressed in bright colors of red and blue, as well as darker browns. Thin cloth and thick leather, the classic clothing of his people.

With a deep breath he continued his meditation, listening to the Force like one would listen to an old friend. Soon enough, the whispers spoke of the one he was waiting for and her approach. Without looking over he spoke. "I find myself enjoying the silence of the forest. It's so vastly different from my home, so I can't think of a better place to due battle." There was a chuckle as the Sith stood, turning to face [member="Sorel Crieff"] . "They call me Krest, and you are?"

 

[Blackthorne]

[member="Allara Ven"] [member="Rakkus"] @Boethiah @Vitha Sat-thuron

Boethiah gripped the sword per her mother's advice, and stepped forth from her brother alongside her.

"I don't know the way," the young witch says.

It was Loxa who had the vision, and it was Boe who followed.

“SHA’MATRI!” She called out as loudly as she could, knowing the sound would travel far enough for the pair to hear.

She dropped to one knee, keeping her barrier up in the hopes her coven would come for her. She would keep it until the last of her strength if she needed to survive that badly. Steam still rolled off her scorched skin, make her look hellish to everyone.

She did not need ears to hear the wail of a pilgrim on the winds. Such pain could be felt on the currents of the Force. Loxa paused as the ground beneath her feet gave another bucking tremor, hairline splits spitting steam forming along the landscape. It would not be long before the rift tore through the forest and swallowed it whole.

<< Know the pain of your people, Boethiah, it is also yours to bear, >> pressing forward, Loxa stepped across the forming crags to follow the way before her. In her mind she saw the young Allara surrounded by the power of the Source and she strode blindly through the roiling fogs with feet so sure of their path she might have walked it before. It was not so far from the truth.

There, finally, in the distance the green glow of power hearkened, joined by the heated red of a lightsaber blade that quickly vanished. The Sha'Matri moved forward, not to be hurried by a future already set in motion. When she arrived on the scene of the young Witch clinging to her last vestiges of hope it was not in a frenzy but in the calculated movements of one with purpose.

<< Peace, child, >> the uttered words in Pacean rang strongly through the trees, encompassing the immediate area in a haze of stillness and silence. She moved forward, eyes tracking the movements of the unknown Sith entity but giving no indication of threat, and moved to stand before the Witch's crumpled figure. A single hand stretched forth, offering strength and protection, << this one has heard the call. Come, a girl's struggle has only just begun. >>

 

[WolfMortum]

Team Lightside
Allies: Team Lightside.
Enemy: Team Darkside.
Opposition: [member="Xenro"]

The expression that he held must have presented a greater darkness than that of which he had meant to portray, the dried blood from the initial collision into the world having already marred the left side of his face, now coupled with the flesh that had been peeled back by Xenro's glancing strike caused pain in the mere frowning at his words. They were within feet of each other though the Sith stood still and did not seem to pursue him, for the minutes that passed them by in their conversation, Veiere had not only confirmed his initial presumption that the Sith was allowing him to exhaust himself, but so too head his vision returned to it's norm, his head while pained immensely, clearer than it had been from his earlier concussion. Patience in the battle was slowly paying off, Veiere drawing upon the flow of the force around them both in order to try to amplify this temporary peace through the practice of Curato Salva, the healing arts of the Jedi. While it wouldn't see to his recovery from wounds of the flesh, he worked to strengthen his mind through a light meditative trance, one faint and targeting his physical body, not playing at the mind nor peace of spirit but slowly revitalizing his stamina and concentration over the time.

Every passing moment too gave Veiere the opportunity to pace himself, Xenro playing his games, Veiere felt he was well within his rights to make the most of it. His breathing left him through barely parted lips, while he would soon inhale through his nose, employing a practice that eased students into such exercises as meditation and hypnosis, the calming of breath to steady the mind, a tactic that he hoped would aid in the balancing of his emotions. The Sith was right, he was slowly allowing himself to become unhinged and in that lack of control, he could make a mistake that would end up costing him his life.

Your people have believed since the dawn of time that the nature of the species is to integrate, coexist, build, reproduce, suffer, rebuild, and pass it to the next generation like some great gift. But in the same breath, you would damn every being who did not agree. You would force them to comply, break them of their individuality, and enslave them to your notions of peace.

"To whom do you categorize me within, which group of people. The Jedi? Society as a whole?" Veiere questioned now, his curiosity genuine as he found himself wanting to understand just how this person had become so twisted up into believing the things that he were speaking. "The Jedi are flawed...-As are the Sith; as are all people...-But we will always maintain the choice in all things that we do. Freedom of that choice is something that you cannot take away from them...-Our very existence is guided by the concept of choice. Right and wrong, just or unjust. It is something you will never take away from people..." Perspectives that often rivalled one another were a reality in the galaxy that could not be ignored nor put to an end, this was true in the Sith's defense, there would always be people out there to want to stomp down on those that opposed them yet Veiere himself was not one of those people. He didn't stand before Xenro with his blades ignited because the man believed something different from his own ideals, but because of the harm that he was doing upon a world that he differed from, in doing so pegging himself as a hypocrite to his own argument.

"How is it that you yourself are not as equally guilty of the things that you are judging me for..." He soon turned the discussion back against Xenro, querying the man for the things that he seemed so focused on believing, perhaps justified in his attack against Voss, Veiere wondered if he held the same contempt for himself that he did for all others; "You yourself are attacking a people that differ from your goals, your ideals and concepts...-The differences in people are inescapable, not something to judge others for. There are so many cultures and peoples out there all that work in difference from others, yet not all of them seek to reign death upon their counterparts, they do not do to themselves what you have done...".

"I do not care that you are Sith, I do not care that you are killing Jedi anymore than I would care that you are ostracizing a people; any people" He slowly stepped forward, closing in the gap between them. Lightsaber moving to his side that the forward blade be pointed to the ground, the rear facing behind him, he had left out of stance and now stood somewhat more naturally as he continued to elaborate on his view of things; "Democracy in this life matters greatly, the collaboration of peoples that you have so little faith in, can achieve far greater things than what you yourself have done thus far to my experiencing. Peace is possible, though not attained through effortless works, it is worth the fight and if I must, then yes I will be forced to kill in order to protect the majority...-And that is something I will have to live with. I am no more infallible than you are, you who seems to eager to project the guilt my way while failing to prove yourself any less in the wrong" His left hand extended off to his side, to which he gestured to the terrain, "This chaos around us came not from my hands but yours...-Death and suffering is your weapon, my Ally is the Force and a will to fight...-That others might not have to. You can go on and list my faults for there will be plenty, yet you remain a part of this same society that I share and cannot question me anymore than you ought to question your own motives...-Voss does not belong to you, nor do the lives of which live upon it".

At least I don't lie and tell them that they're free.

The words echoed in his mind, and at first he did not notice the tremor in the earth before him yet as the earth began to crumble away his senses fired on all cylinders and he threw himself swiftly off to the right, now once more being forced into action, the Force itself fueled his movements, strengthening his muscles and augmenting the pace in which he used to evade the emerging spike breaking through from the worlds surface. The hilt of his lightsaber tightened against his grip, the rear blade being drawn behind his back whilst the forward dig into the ground floor, the tip trailing as Veiere moved with a surge of energy not naturally known for one of his age and stature, the Sith being alerted no doubt by the shift in the Jedi's aura and feeling that he had moved once more onto the attack, Veiere used the momentum to swerve back in towards Xenro, coming within mere feet of the other and bringing his right foot sharply into the dirt forcing his body to pivot, his right arm sweeping the lightsaber around in a horizontal arc as he spun counter-clockwise, the first of the blades aimed for the Sith Lords lower stomach and as he turned, the back of the weapon being lifted to cross the height of the mans chest. Both feet slid across the earth as his momentum carried him passed Xenro, forcing Veiere to drop into a brief crouch and soon pushing off once again lunging forward at him in order to cover the gap, thrusting the blaze of vibrant green energy out in a third attempt this time seeking to pierce through his heart.

 

[Zef Halo]

Team Get Me Out Of Here
'Bout to leave the Myra

Gear up, grab a weapon. Are you crazy? I didn't sign up to get shot at.

He felt his ugly white uniform's collar dragged by an overwhelming force and the conman unwillingly had been pulled out of his chair from Lancsel. The communications idiot was hellbent on being a hero.

"Let's go, Montreux." The man said with determination befitting a revolutionary.

Darryl escaped his grasp but a daring look from Lancsel made him walk again after the man towards the armory.

Guns, armor plates and people cocking rifles and walking bolts. The least place Montreux wanted to be but did he have a choice? Who knows when a missile might end up hitting this barge and tearing it to bits. He probably had a bigger chance of survival on the ground.

Right?

Putting on a blast vest and a few armor pads on various joints, while holstering a slug pistol, Darryl ended up with the rest of the rescue team at the exit ramp of the Mira.

If anything, he still had his cigarettes in his pocket while one stood between his lips.

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[member="Arutha"] | [member="Lauris Floyd"]​

 

[4ND-R0]

Team Darkside​

Area: Voss, in the forests near the Temple
Allies: [member="Loxa Visl"] | [member="Boethiah"] | [member="Rakkus"]
Enemies: Jedi and their allies

She heard several sounds after the creation of her protective bubble. She heard the flap of wings darting away. The large bird seemed to have given up the pursuit for the time being. Her strength waning, she dissipated the shield. It fizzled out is puff of greenish mist. She heard others nearby. First was the sound of a lightsaber retracting, seeing the brief flash of red as it powered down. A Sith? Someone who was not of the Jedi Order at very least. Yet, it was the second voice that made her chest swell with hope. The words were Pacean in nature, from the throat of an older woman.

“Sha’Matri.” She said, just barely within speaking volume.

She could hardly look at the other woman, the High Priestess of her coven. The burned flesh still seared with horrid heat. Yet she felt her superior give off an aura of protection and strength. It was an almost maternal feeling​ that Allara sensed, something that she had longed for so many years. Tears ran down her eyes some, stinging the wounded cheek. She gladly accepted the Sha’Matri’s hand. She used her uninjured hand, carefully pulling herself up as to not pull down the Great Mother.

It hurt to move yet. She hissed through her teeth, relaxing her muscles as her Vong claw retracted back. In turn, she also hooked her saberstaff on her belt. For now, she reached out to the Force, telekinetically drawing a nearby fallen branch to her hand. It was enough to serve as a walking stick until she was somewhere protective. She wanted off this planet. Let the Sith fight their own crusades. Her instincts told her to retreat, proverbially lick her wounds, and fight another day.

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Location: Forests near Voss
Allies: First Order, [member="Loxa Visl"] | [member="Allara Ven"]
Enemies: Silver Jedi

As he stood by the witch, he heard a distant call of a language that he did not understand. Another witch came out of the woods, perhaps the witch in the bubble's friend or elder. He did not say or do anything, because he was very uncertain about what to do if he provoked the two. They comforted themselves, and one of the witches used the Force to pull a stick to be used for walking.

Even though he had come here to bring terror and chaos to the world, he almost felt happy for the witches. A deep sense of respect filled his mind, and so he turned around and silently walked back in the direction of the Temple. Silently weaving his way through the trees of Voss, he felt that those two witches he met back there. They were more than witches. They were almost like family. He felt that after this battle was over, he would study the witches more in detail, maybe even visit Dathomir or another ancient witch planet.

He had gotten enough experience during this battle that he didn't need to go with his brothers and fight the Jedi. Realizing he still had his comlink with him, he called his personal shuttle, to see if any survivors from the Monogator's destruction had taken it. Seconds later, a figure appeared on the screen in a military uniform.

"Bring the shuttle down to my coordinates, even if you have to go through the whole Silver fleet. Get me off this world, and jump to Bastion. I have some studying to do."

The pilot simply replied "Yes, sir." and the figure of the man disappeared.