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

[Darth Kentarch]

TARGET: [member="Minna"]

Now he remembered. Darth Valtryx. He was there where when [member="Darth Ferus"] founded the Sith Assassins, along with Valtryx. At the time she was just another acolyte who would never have the depth to become a Sith Lord. Now she stood before Kentarch a Jedi. Redemption. The Jedi clung to this concept, as if absolution would wash away someone's sins. His physiological attack had proven to be a weakness for Minna. She was not ready for it. When the fear invaded her mind, she seemed to pause for a second a she doubted herself. Then Kentarch had an idea, an incredibly evil one.

Complex, it required considerable focus. Kentarch vanished, yet created an illusion through the force of himself standing in the stop he just at. [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] was not so far away, first her body moved in the snow, then it slid across the ground. Minna lashed out at the illusion of Kentarch. As her blades whirled towards the illusion, Kentarch telekinetically lifted Tey's body up behind his illusion, holding her there through a force grip. Then the illusion vanished, revealing the Jedi now positioned upright in place, once hidden behind the illusion construct of Kentarch. Minna's advance with her blades spinning with such lethal precision, right into the helpless suspended Tey.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

Again and again the man came, throwing blow after blow in a never ending assault. Djem So was all about never giving a single inch after all. The Sith Lord gritted his teeth as he kept to the defensive. His lightning guard held, but that wasn't going to be forever. Ferus was an assault kind of person, and this constant defense was grating. He was only doing it to study, but that was slowly becoming pointless.

Until, there it was. He had been storing some kind of energy, well. Not any kind. A burning light. Yet it was only released as an energy wave, a telekinetic wave to toss Ferus backwards. A wave Ferus gladly would ride away from the Grandmaster. He lept back with it, both hands up as a mock defense. In reality he was channeling, and as he flew back both hands came around to unleash a massive torrent of lighting. The bolt was less a channel, and more of a spontaneous burst, trying to blow back his opponent, and possibly fry him.

 

[Minna]

Target: [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] [member="Darth Kentarch"]

As she whirled towards her target something changed in the force. A shift of his body, as if he were preparing something. It wasn't until she was inches away did she realise that her focus had been an illusion. Straight after that she could then sense the real person behind it, a fellow Jedi. Quickly she deactivated her blades, saving the girl from laceration but not from the impact of herself. She was still launching forward and now managed to crash into the floating body, sending it down with her. Landing on top of her, it was then she noticed the very girl who had lay dying over the snowy field.

"Using your friends against you, he deserves to die."

The voice in her head forced her to move from atop the unconscious girl, standing and turning to face her true opponent. Part of her said to help Tey, this was no way to die. However the burning voice in her own conscience goaded her, trying to convince her that killing Kentarch was the only way to keep the girl safe.

"He is too strong... A Jedi can not defeat him... You must unleash your anger."

Both of her bright blue blades ignited, held low but ready to continue fighting. Her gaze locked on to Kentarch, but for now she was motionless. The internal conflict had her divided between actions. Such conflict was something she had quelled a long time ago, but this Sith had used his cruel magic to reawaken it. She refused to fall to it, never again would she touch that darkness. With this in mind she knew the only thing to do. She remained standing still, her arms simply crossing to hold both blades symetrically upwards infront of herself. As he lowered her head and closed her eyes, the force flowed through her, connecting with her mind. It seeked to calm her conflict, whilst keep a mindful watch of everything around her. No doubt Kentarch would try his attack while she was seemingly inactive, and she welcomed him to. Silently she was drawing upon the force, calming herself whilst storing it's power, ready to be unleashed whenever Kentarch decided to make his move.

"Give in... Claim your power!"

"Valtryx"

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Darth Azurea struck Master Harrison with the force of a wrecking ball, but he was not to be underestimated. He blocked her blade from a low position, but with his own Force enhanced strength, he was able to throw her off of him. The determined Sith Knight landed on her feet, a white powder of snow spraying up as she regained her balance.

Her knees bent sharply for a second attack until she heard Harrison's next set of words.

”Setzi, Chastity died two days after returning. She gave up and the poison took over. We lost her."

She straightened again, and as though frozen in ice, stood completely still. Her Force Rage was waning already as it would naturally, but the words had stunned her as intended.

"Don't try bluffing your way out of this!" shouted Mullarus. While the Acolyte could be right, Azurea's emotions - always so close to the surface in battle - took over. While she had previously thought her sister dead for months, this news was like a fresh knife of grief in her heart and her abdomen, as painful as any metal blade. She stumbled once as though she may just fall to her knees, but Azurea finally said:

"Mullarus is right! It’s a lie! A twisted lie meant to deceive us!"

She approached Harrison slowly, coming closer, her blade crossed defensively in front of her.

"I demand proof, Master Harrison if what you say is true."

And finally Darth Azurea noticed the Twi'lek Master now on the scene. Her eyes moved from the pink female back over to Master Harrison and then to Mullarus and First Daughter.

"Proof. Now. Or else I will stay here and fight until one of us dies."

[member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="First Daughter"] [member="Nima Tann"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Allies: [member="Nima Tann"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Mullarus"] | [member="First Daughter"]

While Setzi reacted, she was reacting as anyone would. Her physical and emotional balance was off, and she was now fighting between being a Sith Knight and a humane Lunelle girl. But she, or rather Connor, had just made things escalate from bad to worse.

Connor flicked his head to the Acolyte behind him, facing the blue blade, and the masked silent one to their side. Sets moved forward to his palm - better for Connor if things went from worse to impossible.

”I will get your proof if you leave this place," he said firmly, but calmly. ”Give me time to get what I need, because I can't do it here defending the lives of those not involved. This is my fault, not theirs. If you attack me, you will get nothing and the trail ends here. I promise you that."

It seemed there was nothing in the void but the sound of their blades humming and the whistle of the icy breeze passing his ears. The thudding of his heart in his chest felt like it was going to knock him off his feet.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Mullarus was silent. He felt that he wanted this to end. There was no point to battling these Jedi here. Killing them wpuldn't reveal where Chastity was. On the other hand, they are not to be trusted, and perhaps the only way to male them talk is to make them beg for mercy.

Either way, [member="Connor Harrison"] was probably right. Mullarus noticed he normally had a lot to say, and he did not need to speak for [member="Darth Azurea"]. He stood back, lightsaber still lit and coloring the snow around him violet. He waited, watching.

 

[Kenrath]

Vengeance instinctively raised his saber attempting to block the slash towards his shoulder at the hands of [member="Jericho"] with a smirk. Under the pressure of the Jedi Master's strength Vengeance dropped to a knee growling as the two sabers inched closer. He even allowed himself to scream in pain as saber bit flesh. Vengeance reached out with his hand desperately attempting to place against the man's chest to shoot a bolt of lightening directly into his chest.



[member="Vaulkhar"]

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

"That wasn't what I asked, Master Harrison," she said.

Darth Azurea took a step closer.

"But how much am I like your… former student?" Azurea asked cryptically.

Another step closer still. The Sith Knight's large yellow eyes reflected the light for a moment like a cat's eyes. Her hood blew down from the wind and her long dark hair cascaded across her face.
With saber in hand, using the other, she brushed the hair away. Connor Harrison would see the face of Chastity now where Setzi's face once was. Using an illusion she had transformed her figure and her visage into that of her sisters. It wasn't a difficult image for her to conjure. She knew each line of her sister's face, each tilt of the hip, each defiant pout.

With even the familiar voice of Chast, Azurea said, "Why is no one attacking you, Master Harrison?" She shot a glare at Mullarus, the true Sith coming out, her anger clouding her normal sensitivity towards her colleagues. She was fully enraged and fueled by the darkside.

Darth Azurea sprung again upon the Jedi Master, his time with Makashi footwork and cobra-strike jabs that she had practiced so often at the Sith Academy on Glee Anselm. As she closed in on him, he would hear Chastity's words again, "How delightful it will be for your own Padawan to kill you."

[member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="First Daughter"] [member="Nima Tann"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Allies: [member="Nima Tann"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Mullarus"] | [member="First Daughter"]

And the Sith once more resorted to illusion, trickery and manipulation against Connor.

At one point he would have fallen for it, but right now it was just as expected. From the encounter with Lord Matsu Xiangu that had leaven his body riddled with scars and his mind broken, and then against the Sith who had posed as a refugee and claimed the live of his Master, Sochi Ru, the transition between Setzi to Chastity Lunelle was flawless but foiled.

The look and sound was identical, but on the battlefield this was just another form of attack Connor responded to in kind. As Setzi once more wrapped herself in the rage and launched her attack, Connor's posture flipped and he swung his saber from the Acolyte up into clashing with Setzi's and with his free hand sent a wild blast of Force energy back to the Acolyte to buy him enough time to focus on the Knight. Her attack - sober and illusion - was strong, going for a relentless push that made his blade work left and right to bat away the crimson shaft.

He said nothing as the last sweep of her blade passed across his front and his left hand came up with his fingers curled and he emitted not a blast of wild Force Lightning, but a controlled blast of Electric Judgement. Syphoned from the good in him, the green tendrils snaked from him out that would at one time burnt his skin as lightning, all aimed towards Setzi.

”I will get your proof if you leave this place," he said firmly, but calmly. ”Give me time to get what I need, because I can't do it here defending the lives of those not involved. This is my fault, not theirs. If you attack me, you will get nothing and the trail ends here. I promise you that."

 

[Jericho]

The warrior attack with but a single blade but with his size and the force empowering him. He was able to force his opponent down to one knee, the sith desperately moved to his hand blind to the fact that his other saber was readied to his own defense in case of this. Jericho placed his saber into the palm of the man's hand. If the Sith warrior did not retract his arm in time, the saber would surge through the entirety of his arm. The warrior deactivated his saber and pressed it on to the sith's neck and continued to pin him down with his purple saber. Through the action of his friend, [member="Vaulkhar"], Jericho gave him a mercy. The chance of surrender or that of down own death. The man uttered only one word once again as he did before. "Surrender." He could feel the other combatants continue their fight. Once here he would move onto their position and give the necessary assistance whether medical or battle.


[member="Vengeance"]

 

[Vaulkhar]

Watching the exchange between [member="Jericho"] and [member="Vengeance"] was beginning to worry Vaulkhar. Vengeance was a skilled warrior, one of the best, but he was overpowered by Jericho. His means of getting close was a good one, outsmarting his opponent into putting themselves into a dangerous scenario worked on most who held a higher level of skill or understanding in the face of battle. Jericho seemed to contain some sort of wisdom in the face of battle, as he was fully capable utilizing his full arsenal to defend himself. The battle was something he could join, on either side, and likely tip the scales in that side's favor, but he did not desire either of these men to die this day. Looking onto both of them, Vaulkhar could not help but hold a manner of respect for the both of them.

Vengeance is his former master. He took him in as family and trained him in nearly everything he knew this day. The two of them faced challenge after challenge together, and unintentionally came to see one another as family. Vaulkhar took this mission because Vengeance suggested he should. They faced the invasion of Contruum together, and the both of them survived the fighting. Yet he could die this day, at the hands of Jericho.

On the other hand, Jericho was a mystery. Vaulkhar knew he was a Jedi, who was willing to allow the man he considered family to survive. He showed him mercy because Vaulkhar asked him to, not many would grant such a boon to a user of the dark side of the force. It was heartwarming to see he was given this chance, and Vengeance was given this chance, if the both of them simply surrendered. But things weren't going the way Vaulkhar had liked. Taking a deep breath, he made a snapped decision and sped forth towards the both of them. As he raced past where he dropped his lightsaber upon losing concentration, he reached out towards it, pulling it towards him through the use of the force. As he approached the Jedi and the Sith, the Dark Jedi unleashed a wave of force energy, aiming to gain their attention.

The wave of energy surged forth as Vengeance aimed to send his bolt of force lightning directly into the chest of Jericho, and Jericho aimed to quite literally sever the Sith's arm. As the wave would rush over them, successfully or not, Vaulkhar would follow forth and aim to bat away the lightsaber's of the two and beat them back, away from one another. At this point he sought only one thing. To preserve all three of their lives. The three of them could walk away from this, all living, without the need for bloodshed. No side had to win this day.

"The desire for victory is clouding the judgement of both of you!" Vaulkhar cried out as his lightsaber made contact with either of their sabers, though his first strike was aimed towards the Jedi's saber. "Think clearly and back away, none should have to die this day!"

 

[Kenrath]

As the lightening began to surge from his hand Vengeance was partially blinded by the proximity of saber and lightening. He closed his eyes and as he did he was blown back and on his back by the wave of energy unleashed by [member="Vaulkhar"] at both men.

His saber deactivated during the fall. Slowly standing Vengeance heard but did not respond to his former Apprentice's words. Instead he looked at [member="Jericho"] his words directed at the Jedi.

"You mean to keep two sisters apart." "To continue to break family apart and you call me the monster." "I gave you a chance to do the right thing and walk away." "You chose poorly."

He stole a glance at Vaulkhar before turning back to Jericho.

"Today is not about victory or defeat." "Today is not about Jedi or Sith." "It is not about Republic or One Sith." "Today is about reuniting family."

Vengeance reached up putting a hand to the saber wound on his shoulder wincing in pain.

"To continue fighting would be pointless." "You either don't know the information I need or won;t give it up." "Walk away whoever you are." "Today is about family but tomorrow.....................tomorrow it is not about reuniting family."

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Target: @Vilaz Munin
Gear: Assassins Armour, Heavy Cloak, Weapons Listed on Bio

At the order of [member="Darth Ferus"], given to him through the usage of his Title, Sin of Sloth, amongst the Sith Assassins, Xavka directed his attention to the man as directed. He was fully clad in thick armour, the weight of which was obvious from the deep imprints left behind the man in the snow, a few pistols hung at his side, but beyond that Xavka could not deduce anything else about the man and what he held in reserve. And, without the information, he found it hard to decide on how to fight this opponent, only two facts stood out to him. One, the armour was obviously heavy and mobility would be hopefully be greatly reduced. Two, the man seemed to specialise in long range weapons. As such, Xavka drew the conclusion that he would have to keep moving, never allow his opponent to hit him.

Shifting slightly, Xavka lunged at the man, keeping his feet close to the ground. The length of his lunge was extended through usage of the Force, causing him to easily move in towards his target with the single movement. As he lunged his single flesh arm flashed out, his sword emerging from the expanses of his robe and travelling swiftly towards his opponent's neck, moving in a left to right slash. As he withdrew the sword, a blue glow formed around it as he imbued it with the Force, increasing its durability and cutting potential. At the same time, hidden beneath the aura, sparks of electricity arced as lighting was directed into the blade, waiting to be discharged against the man.


OOC:

Spoiler

Sorry for taking so ling with getting this post out, RL issues came up and prevented me from writing. And, Ferus, it took me 2 pages, but I finally responded to your post where you ordered me to attack.

 

[Nima Tann]

She continued to listen them carefully and tried to understand what was happening, there was no tension for now since this event was more complicated than she thought. Family, always made people do things that they would regret later, she would understand the woman since she has lost 2 of her sisters already, one to the Sith and one to the unknown. Yet it didn't change the fact that she was still a Sith and a threat to the group. She would have come with peaceful terms, instead she wanted war. And Connor, was not doing anything. Yes, she understood that he was trying to make peace, but she wasn't going to listen. They never listened. She slowly walked towards the man, and she used illusions as Nima expected, guilt train always worked on her anyway. Luckily, Connor was immune to this, else the situation would get out of the hand and Nima wasn't able to take on 3 Sith on her own because of her condition. She was still a handicapped after all, no matter that she was using the Force to enhance her walking.

One of the Sith, she could sense the anger and confusion growing inside him as the waiting went on. Maybe too much, to be honest. The other Sith were reluctant to fight for now, but he wanted a fight, she could understand from his behaviour. Well, for now he stood out of trouble, but who knew that he wasn't going to get bored of this not-going-well persuasion attempt? Well, she started to watch the man to prevent him doing anything stupid if he wanted to intervene. She had this sense that it was going to be any second now.

[member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="First Daughter"]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Allies: Silver Sanctum Coalition
Enemies: [member="Darth Ferus"]

As the Sith Lord was thrown back by the shockwave, Thurion was not fully expecting retaliation so soon. From Ferus' palms lightning was emitted, fueled by the Dark side of the Force and used purely as a means of destruction, as most of the Sith's arsenal was. While having little experience in dealing with such powers, Thurion deactivated his lightsaber and braced for the counterattack, both palms facing his opponent in hopes of deflecting them or possibly absorb them. Feet planted firmly in the cold ground of Toola, the bolts of lightning made contact with the palms of his hands, yet he stood his ground.

At first it felt as he would immediately become overwhelmed by the force of the attack as it surged through his body. He could feel the Dark side attempting to cripple his nerves and cause his heart to cease beating. It was an awful experience, but one that would soon be alleviated through sheer focus and the aid of the Light side of the Force. While Ferus would regain his footing, Thurion felt as the power of the Dark side attempting to infest his being was turned into Light, and with a step forward he unleashed it back at the Sith Lord in the form of Electric Judgement, aiming for the ground beneath him. He did not intend for it to hit his opponent; dealing with such destructive forces was not the Jedi way. He merely used it as a means to counter the attack.

"There is nothing the Dark side can do that the Light side cannot undo, Sith," he spoke as his lightsaber snapped awake once more, ready for whatever Ferus would throw at him.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Darth Azurea had Master Harrison right where she wanted him, her rage appeased by the violent clash of their blades together. The block and parry of Makashi was indeed like a dance, one he was performing now with his old Padawan Chastity. However he was unfazed which greatly disappointed the Sith Knight. While she was aware she wasn't going to fool him, she hoped to jar his senses a little, to cause the Jedi Master to go lightly, tread carefully.

But he didn't, and she paid for this failure to rattle him. When the Electric Judgement hit her, the bolts of green energy hitting her squarely in her torso, she skidded backwards and was then knocked off her feet. Her body, wracked with the pain of the electric shock, curled into a ball in the snow. But once it stopped, she pulled herself up on her hands and knees and began to laugh, a low, growling chuckle. She was once again Darth Azurea. She could not sustain the illusion through the pain of electrocution. Her energy was also fading now that her Force Rage waned.

"That was quite an angry attack, Master Harrison," she taunted. She narrowed her eyes. "You have been tainted by the darkside as I have been. This much I know." She rose to her knees and moved her hands in a circle as though moulding clay. Azurea chanted quickly in ancient Sith, summoning a Sutta Chwituskak or Bolt of Hatred, a large magical spear made up of darkside hatred, which with she was brimming. She flung this directly at his chest. No saber could block it and if it hit him, it would cause the same type of damage a physical spear would - piercing through armor, through flesh and bone.

[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

The pause. It was all Ferus needed to continue his assault. His form burst forward after his shot, fully intending on striking the Grandmaster again. But his assault was quickly halted as his own lightning was returned to him. As fast as he began his run, he stopped, watching the blast hit the ground before him. A chill went down the spine of this Sith Lord, a chill he remembered from so long ago. One he hadn't felt for many, many years.

Thrill.

The fight was where the Darth could truly live, a fight where anything and everything was possible. Where he couldn't just win, but had to earn it. Had to press as hard as he could. A deep breath escaped the lips of the Sith as the Jedi spoke. So he truly believed the Light was stronger than the Dark? That everything could be undone with a simple touch of this brightness? Well. He wasn't lying. But just as the light could cleanse the dark, so could the dark corrupt the light. And the brighter the light, the darker the shadow it would become.

There was no response from Ferus. Talking was not a place for fighting, and it was very rare he'd engage in conversation unless to provoke. This Jedi would not fall so easily to the likes of words, but what of action? The lightning around his arms would fade, and the deep red eyes of the Sith would continue to watch, study. He was good with the Force, enjoyed using his lightsaber. Seemed to focus on it, actually. Oh how Ferus wanted to join in the clash of blades, but there was too much going on. So fire would be the way to go.

A spark quickly turned into a roaring fire around the Sith Lord. The living force screamed in agony around the flame, and it quickly became clear why. The fire fed off the Force itself, burning it, killing it. Illuminated by the fire now, the savage and deformed grin of Ferus was plain as day, and his eyes widened in pure joy. His hand raised up, and the burning flame spread out into multiple tendrils, ripping out almost like whips for the Grandmaster. To burn not only his flesh, but the connection to the Force. Who knows? Maybe even the silent screams of the Force would become a distraction to those so attuned to the Force.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Allies: [member="Nima Tann"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Mullarus"] | [member="First Daughter"]

Setzi fell, and Connor moved forward, the blade switching from left to right hand and keeping it low to the ground. He shook his head slightly as she slowly came around, laughing in some perverse pleasure/pain as only a corrupt Sith would. It pained him to see, but reminded him who the stronger sister had always been.

He brought the saber up to point to her, but she was right there with her attack. Connor stood still as she goaded him, but when her stance changed and she began to chant, he felt his skin bristle and he backed up five steps, flicking his head to see Nima beside him. Twisted and fuelled by hate, Setzi was a student of dark magic; the forming spear evidence to that.

The Silver Jedi had seconds to act as she flung it with an animalistic rage. Throwing himself back, twisting his front away, the spear passed by him with an eerie, hollow whistle as he awkwardly landed on the hard floor, saber deactivating as he crunched in the snow and let out a sharp gasp from the impact that was harder than expected.

He shot his head to her, now aware the danger she presented. Pushing up quickly with what felt like a badly battered right shoulder, he ran towards her with a drive of strength and speed, aiming for her with his left shoulder – a shoulder barge like a bantha butting into you. Hopefully it would give him the upper hand he needed to quell the beast that was out of control inside her.

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Allies: [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Mullarus"]
Enemies: [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Nima Tann"]

Gear: Armor Lightsaber

How ... interesting, she thought, watching Darth Azurea and the Jedi duel. The Sith Knight had tried to use guile, but there had been a slight problem with creating an illusion to look like her sister. She did it right in front of the Jedi ... he was going to know it was an illusion and clearly he had agreed with her assessment as he didn't hold back with the bolts of green lightning.

However, she did impress when she summoned a quite powerful Sith spell and flung it at the Jedi Master. It missed and the Jedi was charging the Knight to shoulder slam her. The other Jedi Master hadn't intervened yet ... why oh why? Not that it mattered to her, she was quite content to just stay on the fringe's ... but Azurea did need some help.

Raising her hand, she sent just a tiny bit of a Force Push at the Jedi Master so his shoulder charge would be shifted to the side and he would run right past the Sith Knight. It would give her an opening to try something or perhaps the Jedi Master would be able to react as a Master would to such an attack and have a counter.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

While @Darth Azures battled her sister's master/lover - apparently - and the mysterious Acolyte whom had observed until now was hopping in to help her, the twi'lek remained, seeming to be sizing him up from where she stood.

Mullarus stared down [member="Nima Tann"], without an opponent. It would probably be a good idea to take her on so she didn't take a cheap shot at either Azurea nor [member="First Daughter"]. He took a step toward her and pointed his exotic lightsaber at her, letting his helmet activate and cover his face. With his voice metallic and electronic through the helmet's speaker, he spoke. "So be it. Face me, jedi. Let me show you the Dark side's might."

Immedeatly, he threw his off-hand forward with a Force Grip. Like a huge spectral hand, he aimed to grasp the twi'lek's leg and strip it out from underneath her and throw her face into the snow.