Snow White and the Seven Sith (OS/SSC Skirmish, PM for invite)

[Jericho]

The Sith's attack was a painful strike, for that moment his vision was funny, his breathing was heavy he could barely hear. All he could feel was hate within his being, hate was a very powerful emotion. The balance within his stirred and his body felt weak. The warrior took in a deep breath in, he hadn't much time before the attacker made his move once more. The warrior opened his eyes and enveloped himself in the force to increase his own speed. He didn't need to move much all he needed was the use of momentum his enemies momentum. Vengeance spoke calling him a Jedi and saying that he would rather not kill him as he made his lunge. Why had he not used more lightning or some sort of another spell? Had he done so, Jericho would have been taken down. Telling by how he was fighting, he was reliant on spells and distance. Maybe it was more satisfying to kill him by the blade? He did not know but that his first mistake was jumping in and closing in that distance.

He prepped himself for a slight dodge, at a moments notice he changed the motion of his attack doing a spin then switching to both his hands gripping his saber tightly. Another mistake, for whatever the reason he change his commitment from killing to disarming giving him little room of time but enough to make his move. In doing so he left various parts of his body vulnerable. And his third and final mistake, his own arrogance. The warrior spun with the sith showing that the giant still had finesse from his martial training. The warrior didn't need to move, the shaper, raised his arm and earth followed a blunt stone pillar would rise aiming for the man's groin. From that pillar, he placed his foot on it and jumped away from harm, creating distance so he could regain his breath. He looked to the other Sith who looked like he just dug himself out of his own grave. Bleeding, dazed but determined. He had potential. As he did nothing Jericho did the same, doing what he could to regain his strength.

It was then he felt the presence of many more Jedi some with over sensational calm. The warrior grunted lightly, as he stood up once again. Looks like the Calvary had arrived. He clicked on the communicator build into his armor sending a distress signal hoping that would come to his aid, if not he would still fight the two, though from where it stood, all he needed was to fight the one but now understanding more of his abilities he would fight more tactically. He felt as though he was revitalized and he stood up tall and unclipped his two of his four sabers the color of orange purple piercing through light of the snow. Knowing that he could now secure prisoners, well more..Securely than his one seat ship. He took in a deep breath. And uttered one word. "Surrender."

SSC: [member="George O Rourke"] | [member="Minna"] | [member="Nima Tann"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"]
OS : [member="Vengeance"] | [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="First Daughter"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Mullarus"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Allies: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member=Minna] | [member="George O Rourke"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member=Mullarus] | [member="First Daughter"] | [member="Darth Ferus"]

The deal with the devil, yet again. How many times would Connor have to stand before the face of evil and bargain with his life, and the life of others, for the sake of another? His blue eyes remained on Setzi, not flicking to the others. His Sanctum allies – his friends – had his back, they would be watching and ready. His focus was on the Lunelle girl and her dealing with Chastity.

His arms slowly lowered, keeping the two at bay and he was about to speak, but George suddenly caught all their attention with the discovery of another Jedi, bleeding out. The crimson stained the snow below her fallen body, and Connor felt a surge of anger well up as the others ran to her.

"If she dies, you will follow – you are bargaining the wrong way to find your sister, Setzi. Call your men off!"

Snapping his head around to the Sith gathering, his hand tightened on his saber hilt and teeth gritted behind a closed mouth. He then walked towards her and stopped, his voice calm and brimming with authority.

"Your quarm is with me, and me alone. Spilling their blood will achieve nothing. Call them off and we will talk."

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Jericho"] | [member="Minna"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Nima Tann"] | [member="George O Rourke"]
Enemies: [member="Judas Foster"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Xavka Duquo"] | [member="Mullarus"] | [member="Vengeance"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"] | [member="First Daughter"] | [member="Darth Azurea"]

Everything happened in slow motion. He'd felt the slightest disturbance in the Force, and just as he turned his head in search of whatever it was causing it, a shadow appeared behind his former mentor. Before anyone could act, Teynara fell. His eyes widened, and only when George called his name did he snap out of it and rush to her side. "Tey," he cried out as he took her in his arms. "Hang on, it'll be alright...!" While at first devastated at the sudden turn of events, even the Silver Grandmaster couldn't keep his utter disgust bottled up. This hit too close to home. "You monsters... You cowards! She wanted to help you!" His teeth gritted as he glared at the Sith. He'd half a mind to take their heads for what they'd done. Instead he decided to focus on mending Teynara's wound, ripping off a piece of cloth to stop the bleeding with. "This is Grandmaster Heavenshield," he spoke into his communicator. "Bring the ship to my coordinates. We have a critically wounded in need of immediate medivac."

"Roger, ETA one minute!"

Overhearing the deal the Sith tried to pull on Connor, Thurion shook his head. "Don't fall for it, Connor. It's a trap!" Nothing these Sith said could ever make him trust them now, not after this act of cruelty. The roaring of engines could be heared in the distance as the ship drew near. "Come on, Master Tey. Stay with me..."

 

[Darth Ferus]

Enemies: [member="Connor Harrison[/FONT]"] | [member="Jericho"] | [member="Minna"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Nima Tann"] | [member="George O Rourke"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
Allies: [member="[/FONT]Judas Foster"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Xavka Duquo"] | [member="Mullarus"] | [member="Vengeance"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"] | [member="First Daughter"] | [member="Darth Azurea"] (Tags aren't working. Sorry folks)

Ferus couldn't hear Azurea. No, the mental message wound find a blocked mind impossible to penetrate. But he didn't need to hear the message to know what was going on. Red eyes flashed with enjoyment as the first Jedi fell. Yes, this was how it should work. Jedi and Sith couldn't just talk. Off in the distance there was already a death match going on, why should this be any different? The Force began to swell around the Sith Lord, cold, decrepid. The Dark was strong with him, built into him. A snap hiss, and his golden blade came to life just as the girl fell. So the fight would begin sooner rather than later.

Now was the time to strike.

The Force continued to build, this time in his saber. The golden blade glowed with the energy, ready to strike. Yet he did not move, or at least, not in the way most would expect. The Force built up around him would burst, and he faded from view. Instantly he was gone, as if he had never been there to begin with. Yet at the same time he came to view beside the Grandmaster. As he hudled over the girl, trying to heal her, the Sith Lord ripped through space to form right next to him, his blade already swinging downwards. The burst was the signal.

Jedi were selfless, always trying to save the lives of others. Did they expect the Sith to stand idly back as they turned? Did the Jedi really think that after one of their own fell more wouldn't? This was the sort of attitude that brought upon death. The golden blade soared through the air as Ferus reapeared, it's deadly arc swinging for the head of the Silver Grandmaster. The Force built up in the blade would erupt upon contact with anything, releasing a raw blast of power strong enough to shatter bone. Would the Grandmaster move out of the way, leaving the dying girl at the mercy of such an attack? Or would the other Jedi turn their backs once more to the remaining Sith, to be struck down one by one?

Ferus hungered to find out.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Mullarus' fists tightened. Any chance of a peaceful, bloodless exchange were now in shambles, ruined by a man afraid to face the enemy with honor. He watched the jedi crowd around the fallen blonde, except for [member="Connor Harrison"], who seemed to have more important things on his mind.

Just as Mullarus was about to step forward and challenge the jedi, [member="Darth Ferus"] dissapeared and appeared moments later among the jedi with another surprise attack. It really was no wonder that the jedi hated them. The sith rarely played fair. And why should they, really?

He took a deep breath, his voice electronic and metallic coming through the small speaker in his helmet as he stepped forward. He unhooked his lightsaber from his belt and activated it, a long blade of violet shooting out to the side like a freshly sharpened sword being pulled from its scabbard. To top it all off, the lightsaber's crossguard ignited as well, painting the snow around Mullarus a shade of purple. The exotic lightsaber hummed softly in Mullarus' hand as he reached over and held it with two hands, as it was meant to be.

"Fine. This sith filth will show you the power of the Dark side face-to-face." he realized the irony in saying so, as he wore a helmet and a hood in the hellish cold. It appeared that Ferus was gunning for [member="Thurion Heavenshield"], which left the nautolan [member="George O Rourke"] without an opponent. "Nautolan! Come. You will find I have no decietful tricks up my sleeves. Cross blades with me, as Jedi and Sith were forever meant to!"

[member="Darth Azurea"] / [member="Darth Kentarch"] / [member="First Daughter"]

 

[Vaulkhar]

The situation surrounding Vaulkhar and his opponent was growing more and more dangerous. At this point in time, the best the Dark Jedi could do was likely launch himself into a series of suicidal combinations simply to keep Jericho's attention on himself. If he were to willingly take a blow, he could likely land one upon the Jedi, one that would be crippling. If he could do so, more likely than not Vengeance would have a much easier time defeating the Jedi, but Vaulkhar would likely be dead from doing so. He didn't want to die, of that he was sure. With every invasion, every subjugation, and every battle he fought for the One Sith, he found himself in this very situation. He did not want to die fighting for a cause he did not believe in. And he most certainly did not want to see his former mentor, a man he considered family, fall to this Jedi or any Jedi for that matter, simply due to serving a faction within the galaxy that did not care for either of them.

Taking a deep breath, Vaulkhar deactivated his lightsaber as Jericho backed away from Vengeance after narrowly avoiding his attacks. He looked between the both of them, shaking his head. The only chance he had to keep his family safe would be to surrender and return with the Jedi as a prisoner. Of that he was sure. He lacked the necessary skill to go toe to toe with the Jedi, that he realized early on in the fight. And suicide was not something he was going to attempt just to give Vengeance a chance against their common foe. It didn't make sense to risk his life in such a manner, for something that wasn't even guaranteed.

In that moment, Vaulkhar took his lightsaber up and threw it towards Jericho, deactivated of course. It glided through the air towards the Jedi Master, through the guidance of the force. As such, the young Dark Jedi followed suit, hands raised, sending a clear message.

"I surrender, but I have a proposition." He spared a sideways glance at Vengeance before continuing. "Allow the other Sith free passage to leave, and I shall return with you as a prisoner."

SSC: [member="Jericho"]
OS: [member="Vengeance"]

 

[Kenrath]

Vengeance smirked at [member="Jericho"] watching his attacks do nothing against the man. That smirk held even as the earth opened beneath him Vengeance's free hand shooting down catching the pillar letting it push him up as the Jedi vaulted off of it. Vengeance growled as his the small bones in his wrist cracked but it beat the alternative. Grimacing Vengeance shook his head. Never in his short life had he met a Jedi so scared to stand and fight. His gaze narrowed as the single word Surrender was uttered. Just as he was about to retort his Apprentice deactivated his saber and started walking towards the Jedi.

Vengeance growled at [member="Vaulkhar"] raising his good hand he reached out in the force to yank his young Apprentice back away from the Jedi.

"NO."

It was all he spoke before he turned back to the Jedi. He hand lifting Vengeance attempted to envelope the Jedi in the force to crush every bone in the man's body. Vengeance was pissed now and things were about to get much worse.

"Surrender?" "Jedi?" "You will have to defeat me first and to do that you are going to need to stop running like a coward." "Face me like a man or get the Feth out of my way."

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Toola
Objective: Kill
Allies: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Jericho"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Ferus"]
Gear: First Post

Finally, he waited long enough to bring havoc to the Sith. It had been a while since he crossed blades with one of these scums that he despised heavily. They had left a bad relationship with the Mandalorians in the past as they used them just to combat the Republic and the Jedi. Those Warriors in the past hungered for the glory of war, and thanks to a Mand'alor who a pawn of the Sith Empire who won the helm of Mandalore the Mandalorians became allies under the rule of Mandalore the Lesser. Eventually, as time passed, the helm was passes to a new sole ruler known as Mandalore the Vindicated they broke their ties wit the Sith and waged war on them. After that historic event the Mandalorians would never have an alliance with them.

And glad Vilaz was that the Clans didn't have a pact with them.

After their landing on Toola the Warrior began to find a Sith that could satisfy his challenging lust. Most of them already had an opponent except one Sith Lord that found its way to the Grandmaster and was in the position to strike Thurion down who was giving aid to an ally. A cowardly act was what the Mandalorian thought. Both of his hands went to grab both of his dual pistols and began to fire volleys of plasma to Ferus. With Ferus already in the motion of being his blade down to Thurion's head it would be quite difficult for him to dodge while attacking. There was, unfortunately, nothing Vilaz could do to save Thurion from the blade, but with his attack it could've done something to reduce the damage from the one already being given by Darth Ferus.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

[member="Teynara Jeralyr"]
TARGET: [member="Minna"]

Tey's crumpled form fell into the snow. She bled heavily, a mortal wound if not treated quickly. Kentarch did not stick around to gloat or make unwarranted speeches. No Tey was just another casualty that fell to his blade. He remained cloaked and moved away from the fallen Jedi. [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] rushed over to his fallen comrade, and [member="Connor Harrison"] seemed distracted by [member="Darth Azurea"]. He heard the man words as he closed in on his target. "... Call your men off!" Kentarch did not answer to Azurea, if Connor was hopping she would make everyone stand down he was mistaken. Likewise another advantage had presented itself, The three masters were now somewhat separated, and Kentarch glanced to Minna as she was now a stray.


Still cloaked and force signature concealed in the force, like Tey he rushed up behind Minna. In a sprint he came up, and his left hand lashed out with his Sith Hidden Blade, aimed right at Minna's upper spinal cord.

 

[Minna]

Target: [member="Darth Kentarch"]

That unmistakable sound, one she had noticed some time ago which had saved her from certain death. A blade revealing itself from a bracer, the very hidden blade she had seen created. She had used that blade in both it's testing periods and it's final product to take the lives of whoever the Sith deemed a target. The sound had become associated with many bad memories, which is why it always stuck to her. First she heard it towards the girl who had joined them, and as she suspected her body fell and began forming a mass of blood. An assassin was here, and that dreaded contraption with them. With the force she pulled her saber into her hand, igniting it's singular blue blade and staring around. Thurion was moving towards the other Sith, shouting in defiance to their cruel actions. Connor seemed deeply affected by the events, he must have been close to the girl they had come for. She could understand if he cared for her, that same sort of attachment had lingered in Minna for a while, and still did when it came to her husband.

There. Her senses screamed at her and her saber moved accordingly, bringing her into a spin to strike the forearm that came for her. She knew the hidden blade could withstand a blow from a lightsaber, and that might save his hand from being dismembered, but hopefully she could count on him being unable to use it any longer. In truth she didn't want to give him the chance to, as after her spin she continued to face him, assuming a stance suited to her single blade. Her hilt was held horizontally to her chin, allowing her eyes to peer over at her opponent with a locked glare. There was no fear in those eyes, only conviction. Soon enough the cold wind bothered her little, she had entered her usual zone where the physical world mattered not. The force flowed through her, and she became one with it.

This all happened with little delay, as quickly enough she launched an attack. Her blade moved quickly from what seemed to be a defensive position to one of many strikes. It's light flowed as if it were one trail of energy, a trademark of Vaapad; the form she had picked up more recently but knew was effective against Sith. Whilst she attacked she probed his essence for any signs of emotion; any anger, hatred, fear or pride in his successful strike on the other Jedi. Anything that would power a Sith was her focus, and she accepted it all. Once she had accepted the darkness, she could overcome it.

Her flowing strikes started high aiming to force whatever weapon he used, if any, high up in defense. Soon enough though her attacks would drop like a waterfall, the decline in it's current as blue and smooth as one in nature, suddenly aiming for the vital points of the legs. Unrelenting was the best description, as even when that seemed to be her only trick her blade moved again, rising up and jabbing forward as if it were a spear, aiming to pierce the left side of the man's stomach.

These sith had come to a land of peace, harmed a fellow Jedi and threatened the security of their capital. For these crimes she was not holding back.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Jericho"] | [member="Minna"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Nima Tann"] | [member="George O Rourke"]
Enemies: [member="Judas Foster"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Xavka Duquo"] | [member="Mullarus"] | [member="Vengeance"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"] | [member="First Daughter"] | [member="Darth Azurea"]

Still cradling Teynara's unconscious body, Thurion awaited the arrival of the medevac while simultaniously trying to keep up with what's happening around him. This time, however, he was ready for even the shadows to strike. He'd seen what they were capable of, passing in and out of view like phantoms, or at least one of them was. Upon seeing Vilaz pointing his blasters towards him, Thurion reacted before the former was even able to pull the trigger. With a small, concentrated burst of telekinetic energy he separated himself from Teynara, shoving both himself and her body away in opposite directions. The Sith's shadowstrike would hit neither. He'd already spilled enough blood.

Getting up on his feet, he made sure Teynara's body was out of harm's way before igniting his azure lightsaber. "Come out and face me, coward! The shadows cannot aid you any longer."

 

[Darth Kentarch]

TARGET: [member="Minna"]

Blocked. Kentarch smirked to himself as the girl spun to deflect the hidden blade. The Sith Lord jumped back, glancing at the gauntlet weapon, it had received a glancing blow but seemed fine. As Minna centered herself, Kentarch Sith Lightsaber came to life in his right hand. The red blade extended and Kentarch took the blade in both hands, centering it in front of him. Not a moment to spare Minna came charging at him, her blade movements fast. Kentarch recognized Vaapad from a mile away, the unpredictable and lightning quick lightsaber strikes. The Jedi Master tried probing him for his senses. She would fine nothing. Kentarch knew the force defense to block such attempts to penetrate his mind.

Kentarch saber met her assault with ease. Keeping the blade out in front of him, he merely shifted his position and weight to stop each blow. The Sith always found Vaapad overly elaborate, consumed to much energy, and ran the risk of driving the practitioner insane. His Form III was much more conservative and practical, coupled with his double grip he had far more control, balance, and strength. As her relentless assault continued he did not move, when her attacks dropped to his legs, only did he move instead of taking backing up slightly. Leting her strikes miss all together. She finished by trying to run him clean through in a lancing blow.

This time however Kentarch anticipated her attack. From his body blinding light erupted, and the Sith Lord stepped around the thrust towards Minna's left. Still in a high gaurd, he lashed with his own lightsaber, smacking the Jedi's already lowered blade down. With his own lightsaber above her's own, placing him in a advantageous position. Just after he deflected her blade he swung his own blade in an horizontal pinwheel motion right into her waist line.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Allies: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member=Minna] | [member="George O Rourke"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member=Mullarus] | [member="First Daughter"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"]

He could feel it inside him. He wanted to reach out and throttle her, to squeeze her neck and riddle her with a violent wave of Force Lightning until she boiled and died before those who followed her - they would see the Jedi were not doormats to walk over simply because they fought for good.

Setzi wasn't moving, she was simply goading him and all he could hear were the shouts of his friends being targeted by her lackies. Once more, he had brought them pain. They had followed him into a dark tunnel and they were suffering because of it. Why didn't he come alone? He could have settled this and extinguished the curse of Chastity's name - the Lunelle name - for good.

"Stop...this," his blue eyes locked onto hers, fighting every dark calling in his head, "or else you'll lose all chances of seeing Chastity again."

 

[Minna]

Target: [member="Darth Kentarch"]

As she searched the man for emotions there came nothing, a disappointing result after hearing of Vaapad's effectiveness against Sith, but it seemed this particular Sith was well versed in defending against such techniques. A Lord, no doubt, that she had identified by his ability in stealth. If he was an assassin, and one who focused on striking from the shadows, then the fact that he had lost the element of surprise gave her hope that the odds were in her favor for once. She was a warrior, never one for the subtle arts of the force. Even in the Sith Assassins she struggled to make a quiet entrance. Now though it was not about being a killer, it was about being a guardian. Protecting the Republic, but also in this case her allies in the Sanctum. She didn't know any of them personally, but they were Jedi and respectable people even in stories, and so they were worth fighting for.

With no access to the emotions she needed to feed on, a change of technique was in order. First though, she had to deal with the Sith's counter. The blinding light did little to disturb her, she had already given herself to the force and it's own way of sensing the flow of battle. Her eyes squinted for sure, but she could still see in other ways, namely the contact of his blade on hers. It was batted down, breaking her defense for the moment in which he would attempt a strike at her waist line. As her blade angle down, the bottom end of the hilt angled up, and in this moment she was glad to have built a new lightsaber; specifically one modelled off her former master's.

The second blade of her saberstaff ignited, and with a turning motion of the whole weapon she resisted the sith's strike. A push against his strike would be enough to defend, but no doubt he would persevere with strength on his side. With that in mind she pushed at the hilt, allowing only one hand to grip it. Just before he might overpowered her looser grip, her thumb flicked along a small button. Both blades whirled in a fast spinning motion, forcing any blade that might be locked with it out and away from her. The circular shape of energy acted as a temporary shield, allowing her to move back and create some distance until it stopped. Once it did she resumed a two handed grip, her body angled slightly, and the saberstaff by her side with both blades still active.

It was her turn now. Her right hand moved her weapon around slightly, as if to begin a strike from that sides blade, however only her thumb pushed the blade while her fingers flexed, calling upon the force to fling up a spray of snow at the Sith's face. A small distraction, either by covering his eyes with snow or forcing him to block it before contact, either way diverting his attention and possibly blocking his eyesight. Using the momentum from the turning movement, the force empowered her in a fast leap straight over her opponent with an aim to land behind him. In the air her hilt seperated into two seperate ones, the left blade becoming the one in her right hand and vice versa. As she landed softly behind him, her arcing motion for seperating the blades became her attack. Angled upwards slightly to create an X shape the two sabers slashed up, aiming straight across his back in a way that would draw the letter on his skin if he did not react.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Mullarus' eyes darted between [member="Darth Azurea"] and the nautolan, [member="George O Rourke"] that he had verbally challenged as the others began to find opponents of their own among the Jedi. Above all else, he would not let Azurea die, not any of his fellow Sith if he could help it...well, he may not shed a tear if those assassins who started this mess lost a limb or two.

His crossguard lightsaber, the size of a greatsword, still ignited in his hands, he waited. The nautolan was not moving from his spot, still seeming to help the blonde girl. Mullarus, likewise, remained dug in, still only a few meters away from Azurea. Hatred steamed out from every pore on her body, and that was good because it was so cold out. He occasionally glanced over at [member="Connor Harrison"], the man she seemed to want to talk to about her sister. If only those damn snakes didn't start picking off jedi so soon, maybe this all could have been avoided...of course, Azurea did want this...didn't she? I she, too, as cold-blooded as Pyrrhus? Am I really the only one with a little bit of restraint?

Was the nautolan going to do anything? More importantly, was Azurea? That man she is impaling with her cold glare? If he or she did something before that stray alien with such a concern for the blonde, he might end up backing up Azurea instead.

As the battle began, Mullarus heaved a heavy sigh. Jedi or Sith, it didn't matter. They all wanted to tear each other's throats out whenever they got the damn chance to. On the surface, they were all monsters, but deep down, it was never so black and white...

 

[Darth Ferus]

There it was, the strike needed to end at least one life, possibly two. Yet that was all torn from him in an instant. Warnings flared through his consiousness as bullets came flying towards him, bullets he couldn't block or evade. Teleportation left him unable to use the Force for a short time, and that's exactly what he had used to get close to [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] . Speaking of, his repulse was probably what saved Ferus from a painful experience. The blast of Force sent the Sith tumbling head over heel backwards, just out of the shots from [member="Vilaz Munin"] . Red eyes scanned over to the Mando's form, and a low growl rumbled from his lips.

"S̛͓͔̞l̫̲̦̩̬o͏͎̪t͚͕̙̟̖h̲͎͚,̜̙͡ ̮̭̠̯̯͇̞k̡i͖͈̜̹̲̫̕ͅl̥̟̙̦l̫̮̯̻̜ͅ ͉͞h̖̣͉͍̭i̷̤̮m̶̟͔̖.̡͇͔̗̝̭̲ͅ"


Sloth being [member="Xavka Duquo"] . Ferus wasn't about to deal with the Grand Master and a random Mandalorian. How far they had fallen though. Men built on combat and violence to the point they were closer to Sith than any other group refuse to accept who they are anymore. Such a sadness, but his attention was elsewhere now. Red eyes, glowing with the malice that only a Sith Lord could have, focused on the man of Silver. And he laughed. Not a maniacle laugh, but a simple one. The kind a father offers to their child when they show something cute.

"Jedi, I have not been hiding. I can't actually even use stealth in the way most people can." A calm response. Out of the two, it seemed Ferus was the only one in control of his emotions. His golden blade shut off as it was reattached to his waist, and slowly the man flexed his fingers. Lightning cracked off of them, a sign of channeling. A small grin took over the features of Ferus as he offered a slight bow of his head.

"Shall we begin?"

 

[Darth Kentarch]

TARGET: [member="Minna"]

The only thing that stopped Kentarch from sawing the girl in half was the sudden activating of the saberstaff's other blade. As his blade was deflected by the spinning motion he broke off his engagement before he could get caught in the sudden sweep of the spinning saberstaff. At this point the only thing that stopped him from killing her was the luck of her having that weapon, if his opponent hoped she could take in a head on fight because he was Sith Assassin she was greatly mistaken. Before he could renew his attack she blasted some snow in his face, then jumped. Kentarch shielded himself with his arm, but dashed a full pace forward.

Sensing the girl landing behind, Kentarch summoned up the force. Minna's double X attack missed by a large margin since he dashed forward, less then a second later Kentarch spun to face her with an outreached hand. The force came to life around him and a devastating wave of telekinetic energy that surged toward Minna, the attack itself was strong enough to displace air, the pressure giving the telekinetic assault a blueish trail of condensed air in its wake. Not a force push but a force 'strike' powerful enough that it would not just knocked her over but cause blunt force trauma damage. The Sith Lord likewise timed this during her elaborate jump-land double x strike. Wondering if she had the footing or the balance, let alone the defenses ready to take that kind of impact.

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

SSC: [member="George O Rourke"] | [member="Minna"] | [member="Nima Tann"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
OS : [member="Vengeance"] | [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="First Daughter"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Mullarus"]


Drifting, detached, feeling somehow lighter in herself than she normally did, Teynara could not figure out how she came to be where she was. It felt like dreaming, but that was the reality, wasn't it? To be on a cold planet, facing Sith, standing alongside my friend? That's the dream. I'm asleep, aren't I? It was the only way she could explain how she found herself to be this way: feeling a little heavy in one sense, as though her thoughts were clouded by a fog, but light at the same time, as if unburdened by tensions or stressors. Yes, that's it, she affirmed to herself quietly. I'm asleep.

The dream hadn't been a good one - she had to chide her subconscious for coming up with something so utterly odd. I'm a Healer. What purpose would I have going to a world where the Sith might be? It made little sense to her fuzzy mind. It hadn't gotten any better - she'd stood next to Thurion and a few other Jedi she didn't know - maybe she'd seen their faces around the Academy sometime? - facing off against a small handful of Sith. She'd watched, bemused, speaking words that definitely sounded like something she'd say, receiving no reply but silence.

And then he stabbed me. That was the bit that really didn't make sense. I wonder what the Masters would say, that I dream about someone attacking me like that. Didn't even announce his presence or threatened me. Just walked up behind me and stabbed me with some weird contraption. Even that part was odd - where had she ever gotten the idea for a weapon like that? Just another thing that made no sense, but that seemed to be a pretty common theme in this dream. Maybe I fell asleep watching the Holonet, and it invaded my thoughts while I slept? That could be it.

The alternative just didn't make sense, did it?

She wasn't remembering something, after all. How could she? I've never been to a planet like that, and I'd have remembered seeing Thurion. He looked exactly like he had when she'd seen him a few days, busying himself with all the duties demanded of a Grandmaster. How far he's come since we spent time training together. It was such a transformation - in some ways, it was even more incomprehensible than the contents of that weird dream. He always had the potential to do something astonishing. Just didn't think I'd bear witness to it so soon. He was different to the young man she remembered: taller, stronger, bearded in a way that suited him rather well, carrying a confidence and a strength that she'd only glimpsed when he had been a student. That's what he looks like now, isn't it?

Her semi-conscious self smiled. Thurion would never drag me to a frozen world to confront Sith. Something really bad would have to happen for him to do that. She spent a few idle moments wondering at that, trying to think why he mind would come up with something so absurd. It was that notion that froze her for a moment: why would I come up with something that patently odd? It was a lightbulb moment, a flash of insight that struck her with the force of a lightning strike: I wouldn't. No, this wasn't even memory: this is reality.

First, a moment of panic flushed through her - she had been stabbed. She hadn't seen it, she'd felt it. How else would I know the pain of that woman I was watching in my dream? The sharp incision slicing through her robes, cutting deep into her back, slicing through skin and muscle and sinew, her nerves screaming in agony. That's too vivid a recollection to ascribe to any dream. You might be able to dream of something like that happening, but to remember how it felt...no, that couldn't be ascribed to any dream. After you fall and hit the ground, you always wake up, don't you? That was how it worked. But I'm not really awake - I can't move.

She knew this to be true, as she remained there, wherever she was. Awake and yet...I'm not, am I? That's why I feel so heavy, so disconnected. But the only other time she'd felt like that was... Ah, I'm in a Healing Trance! That explained a lot. But, in the 'dream', I didn't have time or the focus to do that. A Jedi could initiate one by themselves, but otherwise? Unless someone forcibly placed me here. There were rumours that it was possible, but she'd never heard of it being done before. Didn't think I'd experience it firsthand.

Yes...there it was. She could feel the Force at work, not around her or outside of her, as she had done so many times before. This was the energy flowing through her, working independently of her consciousness, directed by another towards healing her injuries - and they had to be serious indeed for someone to take such a drastic measure. Maybe too serious for a Healing Trance to cope with, she thought, wondering distantly why she didn't feel pain or, really, anything. I really don't, do I? I think, I remember, but do I feel? There was no pain, no sharp stabbing sensation, no burning wound, no heat nor cold. It's like I'm not even here. So strange.

There was nothing for her to do here, though - that, she knew. I'm unconscious, obviously. Not awake in the traditional sense. The Force has to do it's work, and you fill your body with thoughts and feelings, and there's less room for it to operate. Maybe that's why she was here, like this: her body, a jug that had emptied itself of her, to make room for the healing energies that might sustain her, shield her from the death that was so close to being hers. Best I stay out of it, for the moment, then, she noted silently, wondering why she was bothering to talk to herself.

It's when you start answering yourself that you know you're going crazy. That was what people said, wasn't it?

 

[Jericho]

The offer of surrender stood and for the first time, he was caught off guard twice in one fight. The wounded sith, offered himself as a prisoner so that his allies could go free. He was showing his compassion for others? An admirable move that garnered the warrior's respect something very few sith were able to get from him. His potential was confirmed, he was tedious, determined, skilled and deep down kind. After finishing up here, he would put in a good word to the order. But as for the offer, it wasn't his place to decide rather it was for the council decide. But if the other would stand down, he would let him go freely but this wasn't the case, the seemingly experienced sith was showing more of his true colors under his gentlemanly guise. The sith warrior's demeanor went from calm and refined to scattered and frustrated when the other submitted to him and yanked him over back to his side.

Oh look, an angry sith, never seen that before.

Now from way he spoke, it was confirmed, the man was arrogant and selfish. With the others submission, Jericho would of let him go but rather that that he would risk both their lives even believing that he had the chance to win. Aside from his lucky shot, the warrior held back, he was learning how they moved, how they fought. What made them tick as any former sith hunter would do. Not to say that an pissed off sith was someone to underestimate, the deprived their power form their raw emotions rather, the negative ones believing that it gave them their power. Which there was some truth, but it blinded them, as they blind others. As they grew angrier, they grew sloppier. Jericho raised his hand and enveloped himself in the force once more defending himself against his opponents force crush. He has had his fair share of limbs crushed by other sith, especially Imura, that man broke his legs three times in their encounters. In other word, he has had much practice countering that attack. The man by the name of Vengeance called him a coward.

So it came down to that, name calling, that was just rude.

Once again he emitted his force signature but this time more widely, a mixture of the calming sensation with a flurry of emotion, a tornado of light and dark with is earth shaping made the earth in the area shake. The warrior that stood before them was neither Jedi or Sith, merely a defender of those he cares for. In this case, the Silver Sanctum's members and their extensions. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, he finally recovered from the attack and gripped his sabers. Lets see of the sith warrior was worthy of his blades that cut down so many before him. He increased his strength and his speed with a blink of an eye closed the short distance between him and the two, he aimed to kick the weaker on away to keep him from further harm. Then swung his purple saber blade down aiming for his shoulder with his increased strength ontop his his towering size he hoped the sith warrior would block out of reaction in hopes to shattering his grip. While doing so he kept his orange saber ready for a counter with his force abilities.

SSC: [member="George O Rourke"] | [member="Minna"] | [member="Nima Tann"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"]
OS : [member="Vengeance"] | [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="First Daughter"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] |@ Mullarus

 

[Minna]

Target: [member="Darth Kentarch"]

Minna's footing was no problem, she had ensured her landing was stable and suitable for defense. No, the problem came in the timing. The force gave Jedi heightened senses and much improved reactions, but they only went so far. As she felt the mass of force energy collect around the Sith ready to be unleashed, she prepared to bring up her own defense. By the time he sent it flying towards her she had enough energy for a minimal barrier, one which took the brunt of the blow but still pushed her back. In the thick snow her boots slid, parting the white material creating two lines atleast a meter long which marked her start and end. She remained unscatched, but also wary of this Sith's power. Now she was beginning to realize he was more than a rogue in the dark.

"Cold here, isn't it?" She smiled with a tilt of her head, half taunting the Sith in her own way. With her head movement she flicked her gaze to his lightsaber, and concentrated on the force around it's hilt. Just like she had been taught and had practiced, she shifted the molecules around it. The metal of the hilt began to get colder, as the molecules started moving slower and slower by her will. Already it was a freezing planet, and so her progress would not be hard. Metal contracts under cold, and with such precious components inside a lightsaber there was no certainty it could function below harsh temperatures, like the ones she was beginning to subject it to. It was not her aim to disabled the lightsaber by this means temporarily, oh no, because once the metal began to freeze over she raising her right hand towards it. Calm and centred as usual, Minna unleashed a thin channel of yellow lightning, calling upon the same technique she had discovered on Balmorra. She did not need rage or emotion to conjure this ability, she was no Sith.

Her true aim was for the immense heat and impact of lightning to clash with the freezing metal of the hilt and, by the logic of science, shatter it's metal to pieces. There was also the matter of lightning crackling around her main channel, flickering out where it pleased to maybe grace the Sith's skin.