So Be It, Jedi; Imperial Confederation Dominion of Tython

[Travis Caalgen]

Director Travis Caalgen - Commissioner Third Class, Imperial Security Bureau​

Starship: INV Silencer, Conqueror-class Star Destroyer​

Location: Tython Gravity Well, Tython System​

Status: Objective III - I Have Become Death​

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"Hyperdrive powering down, resuming course at sublight speed."

An ensign called this from one of the crew pits on the bridge, glancing up as the white-uniformed director loomed over them dangerously, a cigarette in his gloved hand. "Divert power from auxiliary power cell Aurek and target the largest pirate vessel within range," Caalgen commanded, pointing a finger through the viewport towards the ongoing space battle. Cardan, an acquaintance of the man, and his newly-levied Open Circle Fleet were currently engaging the mustered pirate vessels of the Jedi, but would shortly send a duo of escort ships to the Silencer, he hoped.

Caalgen turned, his gaze focusing on the large viewscreen near the rear of the bridge. The room dimmed slightly when it activated, showing a magnified view of the battle as a targeting reticule dramatically constructed itself over an ancient Providence-class Dreadnought. "Stand-by Alert: Targeting sequence initiated, estimated time to firing - one minute and closing." The monotonous voice of the Chief Gunnery Officer came over the ship intercom, a dull hum beginning to make itself known throughout the vessel. Travis watched in earnest, he was very keen to see how his pride would perform after it came back from refitting, his thoughts trailing over the technical specifics for a moment.

He peered up at the viewscreen again, watching the chronometer in the bottom-left corner tick down the time until they were ready to fire. His lips curled inward to form a dastardly smirk, his lips parting to repeat a phrase he had heard ad nauseam: "You may fire when ready." His aide, the first officer of the ship, nodded and directed those in the crew pits to relay the order. Down in the bowels of the vessel, a black-helmeted gunner with a rank plaque denoting him as a 'master chief petty officer' read the order from a small viewscreen and turned towards his crew, giving them the signal to fire.

"Commence Primary Ignition"

They went to their stations, each waiting to complete their part in the firing sequence with unrivalled precision and efficiency. The Chief Gunnery Officer approached an expansive console and pressed down in the centre of a group of buttons, several of them lighting up simultaneously with a sharp tone. The others worked around him as he smoothly pulled back a lever, the ambient humming turning deeper. He glanced back, receiving the 'go ahead' from his subordinates before he reached for a switch embedded on the wall, pressing down and causing a loud hydraulic hiss that radiated throughout the room.

Then it happened.

A lone orange-red beam projected itself down each and every firing tube that was carved into the innards of the ship, prompting the gunners that inhabited the control stations within to shield their eyes when it was followed by a sheath of energy down the tunnel. Soon enough, emerald beads of kyber energy surged down the path that the beam had laid out before them, converging into a tributary laser stream. Eight powerful lasers departed from the edge of the disk affixed to the surface of the Silencer, funnelling into a central point before being shot off towards its target. Caalgen paused, witnessing the beam enter the screens field of view and impact against the port section of the dreadnought, the durasteel hull of the ship glowing red-hot for a split second before the entire vessel erupted in a brilliant explosion.

It was so good to be back.

 

[Simon Meinrad]

They ask me how I do it. How I cope with all of it, right after Tython.​

The entire operation was a mess with corpses and remains all across the theater.​

It's simple. I don't get too close with those of my brethren. ​

Loyalty and trust is amongst us Marines, but I never take the opportunity to bond with my brothers.​

I just focus on pushing them in order to plant our flag in the name of Chancellor.​

So far it's worked out for me.​

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Location: Tython
Allies: [member="CC-15715"] | [member="Lynda Dorn"]
Objective: Knightfall

They had received their orders from high command, orders that Choruk intended to complete no matter the cost. He wouldn't treat his men like cannon fodder, but he was ready to make the sacrifices that war demanded if one wanted to get an advantage over their opponent. Soldiers of the 212th Attack Battalion were tasked with reinforcing the Coruscanti Guard at Firebase Aurek, and the Commander knew Spear would do the job well. It amused him to see the Coruscanti Guard struggle and needing the efficiency of his kin to pick up their slack. Frankly it was a unit that Choruk was not fond of and looked down on clones that joined its ranks. Thoughts that never went recorded and kept with himself. Then again, most clones felt the same for the Guard and viewed them as self-centered sloths that found themselves superior with guarding the Chancellor and other officials.

Hopefully they don't fret with some dirt on them.

Now he must focus on his assignment.

"While Commander Spear and the 212th are reinforcing the Guard, we have been assigned in securing this city block which is just a few klicks from Firebase Aurek. This is to allow us to gain more footing in the city and allow reinforcements to come at ease. There will be no retreats as this is pivotal for this operation, understood?"

No questions were asked, just a chorus of positive answers. That's how he wanted them. Choruk already started a reputation amongst his peers, one that almost mirrored of a clone during the days of the Clone Wars.

"Gunships almost hit the earth, get ready to surge!"

 

[Hansen]

Captain Malys
Tython Surface, Cessea City, Kuligo Nature Reserve, Near Firebase Aurek
Tags: [member="ST-00/0666"], [member="SC-01/2876"], [member="CT-94194"]
Nearby: [member="CC-15715"], [member="CC-239"]
Objective: #1 Knightfall

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What remained of the Z-74 exploded in a ball of fire and metal against the forest floor but not before Lynda leapt from it like some agile feline, that coiled spring was unaimed though a desperate attempt to escape that deathly spiral. Instead of landing gracefully their duraplast armoured body curls against a tall tree at the spine with force sufficient to liquify a normal human's organs and detonate each thin blue discs between each vertebra of spine. In these slowly passing fractions of a second Lynda raises both arms protectively in a shield for helmeted face her orbs noting an incoming hellstorm of twisted metal and fire. A stalactite of alloyed Durasteel javeline'd through the air towards Captain Malys and posted itself deeply through Lynda's shoulder joint in between the Katarn's Pauldron and Breastplate, that's when the shock kicked in and Lynda's mouth released a blood-curdling scream echoing off of the trees.

Time elapsed normally now for the Captain's sharpened post-human senses and despite her body convulsing involuntarily, Lynda managed to focus long enough so that she could examine the beige robed Jedi Knight who strode towards the Coruscanti Guard. Captain Malys raised a bloodied right hand in a gesture of surrender or pleading? The resolute Jedi Master didn't care and continued on a path towards his quarry without delay, that humming verdant blade drew closer and Lynda attempted to speak only to make a vulgar gurgling sound unable to produce intelligent vowels or consonants as a steam of blood sheeted down over her chin from ruptured gums obstructing her throat between desperate breaths staving off an embarrassing end of choking on her own sanguine venal fluid. That's when the Clone Officer who Lynda berated earlier arrived again, this time to save the bigoted woman's life.

After Spear and the Knight engaged in a brief albeit brutal melee which involved no small amount of struggle on both their parts the former arrived not long after to find Captain "Malys" Dorn pinned against a tree with an earth-coloured rod lodged through their shoulder at the joint and two thin streams of claret red trickling down uncontrollably through a breach in hermetic seal around throat. Lynda extends an open tremoring hand on the arm not secured to the oak towards Spear as he approaches triumphant. Through a pair of pink-stained clenched teeth. "Med-Kit." Lynda laboured strands of fetid spittle mixed with the precious lifefluid gushing from exploded gums pushed between the gaps of teeth audibly. "Bike." She had to bite the word in the air behind helmeted visage, referring to the smouldering Z-74 there was a first aid kit strapped to its' side whether or not the Clone Officer elected to retrieve it or use another source of supplies was entirely upto Spear's discretion.

 

[Krayn]

Krayn Ren
Heading Towards The Tower of a Thousand Steps
Objective: #2 Et Tu, Skywalker

Other then the sound of a few distant rumbles and a trail of smoke that was steadily increasing into a dark cloud in the sky over the nearby Jedi Temple site, barely visible over the tips of the dark green trees that loomed over the Ren and the droid.
“The temple at the top of the mountain was built upon the ruins of the Matriarch’s Summit that was constructed over a thous—“
“I do not wish to know the history of this place.” Krayn said, cutting off the droid. “It is irrelevant to the mission.” His pace was steady and purposeful, the droid hovering along at the same speed next to him making a dim hum as it went.
“With respect I disagree.” The droid continued. “My databases have shown that there is a test associated with the access of the temple above.”
Krayn went quiet and turned his mask towards the droid. He didn’t give an answer, but his silence was enough to encourage the droid to continue.
“Twi’lek pilgrims used to light four beacons on their way up the mountain, this would allow access to the temple and the chosen Matriarch at the time. Should you not light these beacons the tower would be inaccessible to any who reached the peak of the mountain.”

A stone construct was sat not far away, no more then a broken rock, yet it did hold a crude carving that gave it away as more then a simple rock feature of the surrounding forest. Cracking twigs and the undergrowth beneath his black boots the Ren approached the stone and placed his hand upon it, closing his eyes even behind the cover of his helmet and began to use his ability of the Force.

The world changed. Moved into a realm of darkness with cracking red lightening. All around him turbulent storms continued to spread as far as the eye could see with red rain falling like blood from the sky. His own form, as dark as his surrounds stood before the only element that was of the brightest of whites. The stone tablet, now visible in the glory of its yesteryear.
“You come back here?” A twisted voice came from a shadow behind him, deep and pulling at the fear within his soul. “Why?”
“It is not for you to know.” He answered back, his mouth unmoving as he touched the white of the tablet, tendrils of darkness flowing from his hand like blood from a wound.
“You are mine. I am you. I know everything.” The shadow said with a vicious spit.
Krayn went silent, the shadow deserved none of his time, even as it moved around him like a creeping predator. Instead he kept his own attention on the tablet that his essence was beginning to seep through. “Stop. By my order stop.” The the tablet split, the darkness having flowed through it completely.

He opened his eyes and the forest had returned. Gone was the storms and the shadow left in the realm of the force hidden behind the reality of the real world. The only remnant of his brief journey was the small flame that now burnt unsupported upon the stone which had returned back to its sorry and worn state.
Taking a deep breath Krayn turned away from the stone and continued his pathway up the mountain.

 

[Lin'yao Escala]

Lin'yao Escala
Objective: #4; Catching up with his brother
Location: Star Destroyer, Orbit, Tython
Interacting With: [member="Kou'ha Escala"]
__________ __________ __________ __________

One of the clonetroopers guarding the entrance to his brother's quarters withdrew a code-cylinder from a pouch slung around it's waist, waving it over an identification scanner, causing the door to slide away into the wall to allow for Lin'yao to enter. He brushed away his own nerves and hesitation almost immediately and walked into the room calmly and slowly, keeping his back straight, his shoulders relaxed, and his head held high. It was the sign of a man who's blood ran with that of Panathan nobility, a man who was of royal descent and would acclaim to the 'throne' one day. Yao's crimson eyes fell upon the form of his brother. At the mere sigh of his sibling, the heir of house Escala could immediately tell that something was off. Body language spoke wonders as to what someone was thinking and doing. He was tense, bitter, his shoulders were drawn inwards and his fingers were clenched inwards at his palms.

Though, despite what he saw of his brother's body language over a casual glace of crimson pupils, Lin kept at a professional manner and attitude. There was no reason to act as though something was amiss. To do so would draw worry and curiosity and even loathing from his brother. After all, the two of them had always had a tense and troubled relationship. Now to say that the two of them didn't love each other, for they did. Though their tendacies were fierce and back-biting at one another, at least, years ago before Yao had left they were.

"Hello, Kou'ha. How have you been?" Lin'yao began, extending out his hand as a peaceful greeting between the two scions of house Escala. "As you know, I've been gone for a few years and I'm back now, and I'd like to catch up on all that's happened with you."

Lin's way of speaking was more bare-bones with Kou'ha, there wasn't much need to act and speak as a political figure, a diplomat, with his brother. At least, for the time being that is.

 

[Varian Alaric]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] #4; Reflecting on Life[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Location[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]: Upper Street Level, Concord Avenue, Coruscant[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Interacting with[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]: Self[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]__________ __________ __________ __________[/SIZE]

It was crowded. People of all races, creeds, and sexes walked among Concord Avenue. People were everywhere, and it was something which unnerved the former Knight of Ren. Varian knew anything could happen within this crowd, there could be an attack of some sort, an assassination, a riot, or even bounty hunters. All of the possibilities of what could happen swam through the man's mind, making him uneasy and overly cautious as he walked among the mass of people, pushing some out of the way as they refused to move. Large groupings of individuals, of people, such as this, made the man's paranoia run wild. His paranoia was usually tame when on a battlefield as he was more concerned with surviving and killing than anything else. But being among this crowd with only a handgun as his only defense, there was nothing for him to do. There were no distractions, there were no friends, no family, nobody...no one. Alaric couldn't believe that he was making himself uneasy and paranoid by the possibilities instead of the likeliest, he had begun to do such things more and more ever since he left the First Order and ever sense Varas had disappeared.

To think, at one time he had loved her and felt sorrow after she left. Now, however, his heart was filled with bitterness and resentment at what she had done. Oh how mindsets and viewpoints can change so very easily, much like Imperial domains...like the one over Coruscant. Where once flags of the One Sith reigned, now there were flags of an Imperial Order in their place. At least, from what the man had seen, the Imperials treated their people decency like they deserved to be treated. Unlike the Sith who sought to control all and kill all for the guise of the Dark Side, unlike the Jedi who sought to preserve all through domination to prevent war...by genocide and mass killings. The irony wasn't lost on the former Ren.

He looked around the crowd, trying to find something to distract himself with. Which was when his eyes fell upon that local market the landlord had told him about. Drawing on his own confidence and willpower, Varian walked towards the store hesitantly, feeling like a lost puppy without any substantially powerful weapons on his person. And then, he stepped inside.

 

[Kou'ha Escala]

Kou'ha Escala, Passenger
Objective: #4; Unwanted intervention
Location: Assigned quarters, INV Indra, Tython Space
Interaction with: [member="Lin'yao Escala"]

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The moment he caught sight of the figure of the heir, and most favoured scion, the faintest twitch of a sneer found its way to the corners of his mouth. The beloved, the one who could do no wrong, the sanctimonious peacemaker.

If not for the fact that he had retained much of his teachings, the former Captain would have revealed more of his utter distaste for the man visiting him only now. But just as the heir has mastered his mask of pleasantries, the youngest has his veneer of indifference to fall upon. Within a few seconds of his brother entering his assigned domicile, Kou’ha allowed none of his emotions to leak from his person.

Lin’yao may not be an enemy. But neither was he someone that could be considered a friend.

Behind him, in the backdrop of the ongoing conflict happening in space, the red and orange brilliance of the destroyed dreadnought formed a vivid silhouette around his figure. And yet another vessel vanished from the holographic projection after several blinks of red.

“I see that father and mother has finally reached out to you,” he started carefully, his voice a monotone even as he observed his brother with keen eyes. In the years of his life with the First Order, much of the tension and envy that he held for the heir has dissipated. He had even found some measure of peace and pride in his service as Captain. But now? With her ladyship sacrificing her life and the First Order all but destroyed or scattered to the vast galaxy, he found all his venom and bitterness surging forth once more.

And here he was, safe.

Safe while his colleagues were being decimated.

But even with his rage choking him up, Kou’ha once stood in the midst of politicians and nobilities. He wanted nothing more than for his father to continue to remain a distant figure and his mother to cease her hovering. And more than that, he wanted the perfect one to go back to his ideal existence and leave him be. But he knew that his vaunted family would never do so if he continued to allow his emotions to get the better of him.

“I... have been doing as decently as one in my position has been able to,” he continued in a vague manner, giving the heir a careless shrug of his shoulder. He did not doubt that either their father or mother had spoken at length of their concerns over his person, or else the heir would not be standing before him at this very moment. “Attending classes, brushing up on my studies in preparation of entering the service of the Imperial Confederation, dealing with my emotions.” It was spoken in a blasé manner.

He narrowed in eyes in mock consideration, tilting his head towards the heir.

“Why the sudden interest after so many years, Lin’yao?”

Depending on how the other answered, it would set the tone for the rest of their conversation.

 

[ARC-94194]

Private CT-94194 - Imperial Stormtrooper Corps​

Equipment: Mark/IX "Katarn" Armour (Krennic-Pattern) - DC-15S Blaster Carbine​

Location: Cessea, Tython​

Status: Objective I - Operation Knightfall​

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The Open Circle Fleet had arrived about fifteen minutes ago, with hundreds of cruisers and the rare star destroyer clashing with the hired pirates of the Army of Light. Nearest to the planet and guarded by the majority of the fleet, eight Venator-class Star Destroyers hovered at the edge of the mesosphere, deploying an unparalleled amount of support craft down to the surface of Tython. CT-94194 and the other ninety-five stormtroopers of Flintlock Company we currently aboard a Chi-class Heavy Dropship along with several other companies in their regiment, waiting to finally be deployed in the deadly crucible of battle.

Ninety-Four had heard scraps of a conversation between his captain and the regiment's colonel that they were being sent to reinforce a general who himself was relieving a small garrison established by the Army. His thoughts trailed back to the briefing they had received while the fleet was in hyperspace, about how they were faced with an urban warfare op against Jedi and various mercenary groups, the identity of which unknown. They were going in blind, the only intel being preliminary mapping and recon done by a lost company of ARC troopers.

The clone's grip tightened on the barrel of his blaster carbine, his eyes glued to the durasteel bay doors that he would soon walk through with his brothers. Years of breeding, training, and simulations had prepared him for this battle, and he would not fail to please his superiors with his combat prowess. Maybe today he'd be able to earn one of those nicknames that the others have, to further distinguish him. He pushed those thoughts aside when the massive cabin of the dropship dimmed, a large red light being cast over the white-armoured stormtroopers, some of the formations already bearing the marks of their distinct legions.

He felt the dropship touch down on the ground, the inertial dampeners keeping him from falling over from the gravitational force. The bay doors opened with a loud hydraulic hiss, squadrons of A9 Repulsortanks flying out of the main bay, followed by a horde of AT-RTs that evenly dispersed into the concrete jungle of Cessea. As troops began to disembark from the dropship, Ninety-Four scanned the area, his eyes trailing over the assembly area that had been set up to receive the dropships and LAAVs that arrived from the destroyers in orbit, an eyebrow raising at the mass of wounded soldiers off to the side. Thirty-Three, their section corporal, walked ahead with the rest following closely behind.

"Right, we're to rendezvous with the rest of the platoon on 5th Street, keep your guns close and your scanners primed. Move out!"

The section began to make their way towards their objective, the sounds of battle drowning out all the thoughts they could muster.

[member="Lynda Dorn"] | [member="ST-00/0666"] | [member="SC-01/2876"] | [member="CC-15715"] | [member="CC-239"]​

 

[CC-15715]

Clone Commander CC-15715 ‘Spear’
Tython Suface, Near Firebase Aurek
Tags: [member="ST-00/0666"], [member="SC-01/2876"], [member="CT-94194"]
Nearby: [member="Lynda Dorn"]
Objective: #1 Knightfall

He was fully aware of the pain in his leg, just below the knee where the joint had been pushed out by the Jedi’s attack. However he could also feel the gelatine seal of his inner-body suit pushing hard against it, keeping it in position so that he, an expendable force of war, could keep on fighting. It was a rough life, but nothing, nothing like the woman who was before him was experiencing.

She was alive though, her life sign indications fighting as his helmet took in the damage and presented him with an overlay upon his HUD. He was no medic clone, and as he began to seek what the best avenue attempt was he had realised that there would be no getting one here in time. She spoke, weakly yet with utter determination that almost threw Spear’s situational report out of the window, her hand pointing towards the wreck of the bike that was smouldering in the clearing.
He gave a nod.

He put pace into his steps, ignoring the screaming from his knee as he got to the bike and began to rip apart the small compartment. It had taken damage and he couldn’t be sure it would be complete, but he wrenched out the field-medical kit that was inside and turned back in a half-sprint to the woman attached to the tree.

He collapsed to a knelt position next to her, playing it off as a purposeful move yet he was more then aware that his knee had given way completely at this point. Yet her situation was beyond his, he was a clone, he meant nothing. She was at least someone’s daughter, raised as a child. She had a life.
“Bare with me.” He tipped the contents of the med-kit on the ground, grabbing a shot of painkillers that he thrust into her shoulder, the intent would be to ease the immediate pain and allow him to work without too much additional distress. “I need to get this out.” He indicated at the metal that was pinning her to the tree. “Otherwise we ain’t going anywhere.”

Ripping her shoulder armour off, he took hold of the metal in both hands, assuring he knew where his next steps were. “I’m sorry. This is going to hurt. Alot.”

Then he pulled, hard. If it hadn’t been fore his increased strength and conditioning all he would have done was caused her agony. Fortunately he however had the muscle to pull the object clean out and fast from her arm. Blood followed, but he was quickly ready with a pressure seal. The gel can was sprayed into the wound, filling it with a foul smelling grey paste, then in an instant the paste went red, becoming super-hot and sealing itself to her flesh before cooling to a spongey grey consistancy. It wasn’t the prettiest method, but it would stop the bleeding and at least give her time to get back to headquarters. She may lose the arm though, that was up to how good she was at healing.

“Okay.” Now he applied a Bacta pad, attaching it across her shoulder and holding it with some rope that was in the bag as the bandages had been burnt through. He did the same for the back exit wound. It would hopefully be enough to let her live.
“We need to get you to a medic.” He looked around the clearing, for something he could use to get her out of the area.

 

[ARC-94194]

Private CT-94194 - Imperial Stormtrooper Corps​

Equipment: Mark/IX "Katarn" Armour (Krennic-Pattern) - DC-15S Blaster Carbine​

Location: Cessea, Tython​

Status: Objective I - Operation Knightfall​

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Eight stormtroopers crept through the ramshackle streets of Cessea, the distant echo of artillery fire and the scream of TIE fighters flying overhead keeping the clones of Section Cresh on their toes. A unit had already swept the area between the LZ and 5th Street, but they never knew if there was another Jedi Knight or mercenary sniper around the corner, the not-uncommon sight of corpses with a cycler round embedded in their neck just enough to warrant their weapons raised at all times.

Ninety-Four's fingers broke away from the under barrel of his carbine to brush against the trio of frag grenades magnetized to his waist; at any rate, although the HUD of his armour told him how many grenades he had, physically feeling them boosted his resolve a somewhat.

A friendly sight awaited them in the form of the two other sections of their platoon standing by idly next to an abandoned restaurant, their heads craning to check out Cresh as they approached. Thirty-Three, their corporal, met up with the Lieutenant, his sergeant, and another corporal inside the shop, leaving the lance corporals to watch over the 'shinies' as they called them.

A few minutes went by, Ninety-Four passing the time by counting the number of windows on nearby buildings, the clone swearing he almost saw a face in one of them. He turned just as Thirty-Three came outside, motioning for them to huddle with him.

"El-tee is having all the sections split up and head down each direction of the intersection for a sweep." He grunted, resting his DC-17A on the ground, "We're to patrol down 5th Street and clear out any buildings that appear active. Got it?" The rest of the section murmured in acknowledgement, moving aside to allow the corporal to lead the way down their designated route.

Ninety-Four looked over his shoulder as they marched along, a sense of dread beginning to creep into his mind while he watched the others move away in the other direction. "I've got a bad feeling about this…" Oh-Nine whispered, just loud enough for the other clones to hear, prompting Ninety-Four to crack a smile.

At least he wasn't alone in the feeling.

[member="Lynda Dorn"] | [member="ST-00/0666"] | [member="SC-01/2876"] | [member="CC-15715"] | [member="CC-239"]​

 

[Hansen]

Captain Malys
Tython Surface, Cessea City, Kuligo Nature Reserve, Near Firebase Aurek
Tags: [member="ST-00/0666"], [member="SC-01/2876"], [member="CT-94194"]
Nearby: [member="CC-15715"], [member="CC-239"]
Objective: #1 Knightfall

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Clenching her jaws together tightly. "Just pull it out." Through her scarlet-stained perfectly aligned teeth Lynda's throat gurgled in a wet growl. The Clone Officer started removing the pauldron obscuring the Durasteel Rod that had been hurled into Lynda's body and she turns her muddy green eyes away from the sight pursing them shut with an anvil-like force. Something hard like a solid metal snake traveled in a smooth motion out clear of Captain Malys' body she could feel sun-kissed skin beneath her bodysuit cling to the beige spear each centimeter as it retreated from the sanctity of her augmented Human body. Lynda near bites her own tongue between the two perfect sets of chemically-altered and hardened teeth, grunting loudly a stream of arterial blood erupted from the wound straight across Spear's faceplate. Collapsing down onto her backside against the oak left a thin streak of claret paint upon it's thick trunk where she fell with Spear leaping to the Captain's aid promptly with a coagulating seal, between that and her acrid-smelling genetically modified blood Lynda would certainly live although not before suffering even further as the dull fetid gray paste expanded rapidly to clot the eight gauge hole left in her body.

Lynda was confronted with the irony of her bigotry in this moment, a Clone of all things it would seem is now responsible for saving her life a fact that would later sink in fully. Captain Malys' torn gloves reached upto her throat and after disengaging the seal around helmet's faceplate dropping it clear, blood and spittle erupted from her mouth onto the forest's floor and her lungs now took in the unfiltered cool Tython air who knew such a thing could be so liberating after your own sanguine lifefluids threatened to steal life rather than facilitate its' existence. "Can you." Lynda sputtered, the streams and splotches of blood around her armour and body was beginning to visibly coagulate and harden into solid masses. No Human could do that so quickly hinting towards Captain Malys' rare and unusual physiology. "Comlink for airlift?" She was asking, no pleading with Spear to evacuate her via air it would be faster getting the critical-condition Officer aboard a Star Destroyer where a cylindrical tank of Bacta could no doubt have her back on the field in a few days at most were she a normal Human. For a member of Project: Revenant? Lynda Dorn would most likely return in a handful to eight hours without any evidence she had once been in such a mangled bloody state.

It wasn't any reconciliation to the burning of the grey paste lodged into the cavernous wound left where her shoulder joint existed, by some miracle it had not been broken merely immobilized, although the same could not be said for surrounding soft tissues and ligaments which indeed still made the affected limb limp and a distinctly numb sensation for presence of nerve pinching. "Can you walk?" Lynda asked with an uncharacteristic softness in her tone gesturing to Spear's leg, though he tried to conceal the injury Captain Malys recognized the tell-tale signs of some lower leg injury with its' ostensible lack of flexibility when he had approached. In an ironic twist of fate, it might become of the situation that Lynda walk for the both of them with her yet still functioning legs while Spear used his unmolested arms and hands to shoot any threats.

 

[Lin'yao Escala]

Lin'yao Escala
Objective: #4; Catching up with his brother
Location: Star Destroyer, Orbit, Tython
Interacting With: [member="Kou'ha Escala"]
__________ __________ __________ __________

Lin'yao expected for his brother to be hurtful and harsh and unconvinced of his own pleasant nature. He didn't blame his brother for such a thing. After all, his argument and his reserved anger and suspicion had merit with it. The game of merchants, nobles, and kings was a tricky game as were all games, it was a game of politics, and ins such things, one had to be prepared to lie and backstab. One had to be prepared and ready to wear a second face or even multiple faces at one time, a mask which covered the 'true face' of a participator of the game. Since he had been gone, Lin had fought in such a game, winning a few, while losing others. It was always a random game, though one constant was the lying through happy eyes, one constant was the backstabbing to better one's own goals. Kou'ha had merit to his argument of course, Har'xa had probably informed his family of such things that Lin was doing.

Kou'ha was smart. He could put all of the puzzle pieces together.

Though, such accusations and hurt received from a family member still gnawed at Yao's soul. Though the two of them held a bitter relationship, he still very much loved his brother. Which was why when Kou'ha had accused Lin of an ulterior motive with his 'sudden interest,' Lin's confident eyes and stature broke suddenly, his eyebrows furrowing and his crimson pupils shifting down for a few seconds before he settled his gaze onto his brother once more. Kou'ha was obviously pained and hurt and bitter about everything, and in no doubt, bitter about the heir's own arrival to meet and talk with him. Lin sought to remove that bad blood, at least, some of it.

"Kou'ha, we're brothers and I haven't always been here to talk to you, to connect with you. My interest is in just checking up on my little brother and seeing how he is doing, if you'll let me."

 

[Krayn]

Krayn Ren
The Tower of the Matriarch
Objective: #2 Et Tu Skywalker

The pathway up the mountain had led him through each of the trials expected of him, each waystone throwing him into the same bleak black and red world of anguish and lost hope to test both his mental control and physical resistance to what was thrown his way. As a Jedi these waystone’s would have been lit by a torch, resembling the light being ever present against the darkness, but for him, he entered that world as part of it. A wanderer who sought not to embrace the red clouds or the darkened earth, but instead master it, use it and taint any remaining light that lay within these places of power.

He had warded off a demon of the Parkside in his second test, cleaving it in two with his lightsaber before breaking its mind and binding it to the stone, leaving it to forever keep the pathway open for those who held the strength over it. His third test had seen him reunited with his old Master, the Supreme Leader took the same ritual that had bound the First of the Ren so much into his own will and life. However this time he had fought back, he broke the bond and took the Supreme Leader’s own mind as his own, cleaving forth any connection he held at that time. It would still be a long path until he had the capability of doing so in his reality, but the victory had allowed him passage.
Then the final test had came and it had very nearly claimed him. He had been faced with the Jedi once known as Belis Toobin, and he had struck him down. For the past was dead.

He had killed it.

These tests had ensured that the way was open and now he stood before the temple itself.
The small construction, no more than a round metal and stone building was nothing short of uninteresting, but for one connected with the Force the feeling of the place was one of serenity and power. It ached in the wake of him ripping open the ancient bonds that kept it closed with his dark ascent up the mountain, but still a great bulwark of light remained within.

The Jedi.

She made no movements as he entered, merely remaining in the centre of the temple with her hands relaxed behind her back, eyes closed in meditation. Her attire was simple, yet designed for the perils of her role; bright pink hair was tied back and did not fall freely as he hologram had depicted.
“So it is.” She would say, calm and addressed only to him. “I knew they would come for me here, but I found myself at a loss when it was you that appeared before the base of the mountain.”
Her eyes opened revealing brilliant green orbs that observed him carefully. “I hear you go by many names now. Krayn, Ren, messenger, the first, Ren.”
“All of which hold no meaning to me.” He spat back through his helmet’s voice. “Understand that it is not a Ren that ended you.”
She twitched slightly, her hands coming to rest at her sides. “No, you are none of what I have heard you are.” She motioned to the temple around her. “I once sat here contemplating the loss of my master. It was a hard time and would have seen me challenged beyond my ability as a padawan had it not been for a conversation offered by a friend.”
His fist tightened.
“Words of comfort and self-assurance that drove me to become the Jedi I am today. Yet in those days had I have known…” She gave him another look. “…What you would have become.”
“Your words mean nothing Jedi.” His lightsaber had found its way to his hand, yet remained un-ignited for now. “You are stalling an inevitable end.”
“They had told me of what happened. That Belis had fallen. Yet I presumed you had died, been killed. Not fallen into the darkness, not to the enemy you swore to destroy.” She was showing emotion now, her own hand resting on her hilt at her belt. “Yet here you are. My old friend.”
“Belis is dead. I killed him.” The red beam erupted from his lightsaber. “Just like I will kill you.”
“If Belis is truly dead.” Her own lightsaber ignited, a brilliant purple kissed blade. “Then I have nothing to fear from you.”

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau
Location: Jedi Temple, Inner Chambers
Objective: Et Tu, Skywalker?
Actions: Prepare and Ready for the mission
Equipment: Data-Pad, ballistic body suit
Attire:

Spoiler: Suit

His lips continued to display a rather dazzling forced smile, but perhaps foe once in his life Seto chose to remain silent and nodded his head to the Captain's response. There were jokes that could have been made, and such Seto promised himself to make this a point in his conversation with Marr when they arrive back to their home to enjoy their well deserved brunch.

The Temple no longer loomed over them as they entered, now it had consumed them for better or worse of the inhabitants of the Temple. A pair of droids had quickly scanned and confirmed that neither sibling possessed weapons, Seto only inclined his head as he felt a certain calm break through the tense air between them and the guards. Set the table, relax the players, make the belief that anyone can win the ideal pushed forward.

Seto would never admit to cheating a sabacc game, nor would any be able to provide proof for such statement. That was the issue, Seto always made others feel he somehow knew they he’d win, that his confidence could not only be from true arrogance or blissful ignorance of reality. As Seto smiled as the Captain gestured for them to follow, the other guards grew tense once again to such a smile.

The Council Chambers took a few minutes to reach, Seto himself appeared enjoying their little walk regardless if he was under armed escort. He stared into certain corridors and hallways, and Seto would gauge the uneasiness of the guards to see whether anything of importance had been there or lead to other important places. A clever idea, for a sabacc player to read reactions of others but otherwise futile once Seto used the Force to sense for the Artifacts.

Best to make myself difficult with them for the time being.

The Force presence of the Masters were difficult to miss, and even as they walked through the Chamber doors Seto was certain such mastery of the Force deserved even his consideration past simple amusement. Difficult targets to eliminate, no reason to scoff at their training and studies. Seto bowed, low he flared his arms outwards and slowly raised himself back straight.

“My Lords, I applaud you all for accepting the request for representatives to discuss Tython’s entry into the Confederation. . . truly the mark of a wise Jedi to begin speech over violence.” Seto began, his voice held an edge that matched the sharpened turn of his lips from a smile to something more akin to a smirk.

The Force slowly welled inside of Seto, his footsteps slowly took him closer next to Marr, his hands clutched one another as he paused momentarily. They’ll be crashing this meeting in but a few more moments.

Some of the Jedi Leaders appeared anxious and even a few gave into their worry and reached for the weapons beneath their robes. Seto paid them no heed, instead he stared directly ahead and continued with his words. “-Before we continue, I must ask, have any of you played Sabacc before?” Seto’s question followed with his Force shield being projected around both Marr and himself.

The Stormtrooper team sent in to help the Commissars were certain to come in crashing with enthusiasm that Seto hoped he prepared himself to brace against. He was told to expect a rather explosive entry.

[member="ST-00/0666"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"]

 

[Kou'ha Escala]

Kou'ha Escala, Passenger
Objective: #4; Unwanted intervention
Location: Assigned quarters, INV Indra, Tython Space
Interacting with: [member="Lin'yao Escala"]

​

His dark eyes flickered when the heir broke his crimson gaze from his own keen ones. Kou’ha continued to observe quietly as the other furrowed his brows, a small part within him equally pleased and chastened that he was able to elicit such a troubled expression from the perfect one. Even as he buried his faint pleasure within the dark recesses of his mind, the more calculative side of him wondered if the heir’s mask extended to family?

It has been years since they have last spoken to each other, after all. The two brothers may share blood and family name, but they may as well be strangers.

But do you want it to continue to be so?

His own memories were distant and faded by time, but Kou’ha remembered a more pleasant time and an idyllic childhood where he would patter after his two older siblings in hopes of being graced by their attention.

Would he allow all his resentment and misplaced anger and unwarranted envy to continue to paint his future?

No.

The answer was–

No, I do not.

He has always wanted to walk away from his past and its shackles in hopes of a brighter tomorrow. He has always wanted to forge his own path and stand on his own successes. And while his failures were acute and cut deeply into his psyche until all Kou’ha had that remained was his wounded pride and a taste of ashes in his mouth, he was still a scion of House Escala, and he would not allow his sentiments to reign over him because he wanted to left alone to wallow.


If Lin’yao was extending a hand for him to take, and wanted to attempt to mend their strained relationship, then the former Captain will meet him halfway and give it his all. “I give no assurances that this–” Kou’ha finally said, gesturing at the space between them both, “–will ever go back to the way it once was.” He took a deep breath to gather his thoughts before he continued, “But I am willing to give… this… a try.”

With an audible sigh, the sable haired man made his way to the edge of his bed, dropping himself on its soft surface with a clear lack of grace. “If we are to continue on with this conversation, you best take a seat,” the former Captain said tiredly, gesturing towards the desk and chair that was situated a short distance away. “And please, Lin’yao, no games or silvered words. Between father’s cryptic chiding and mother’s well-disguised worries posed as queries, I have quite enough.”

 

[Mellifluous Magenta]

Private First Class ST-00/0666, “Beast”
Post 3
Objective 2, Et Tu, Skywalker
Equipment: Mk. IX Katarn-Class Battle Armor, w/ JT-12 Jetpack, Liquid Cable Launcher, VB-113 “Tidefall” Class Vibroblade, T-8B Self-Loading Precision Carbine w/ 4x Combat Scope, DC-17 Hand Blaster, 2 Class A Thermal Detonator, 2 Sonic Concussion Grenades, Three Lightsabers, Throwing Knives
Location: Jedi Temple - Main Hall, Tython

“We’ll rendezvous with both of you soon, sir and ma’am. Good luck. ” 0666 finished as the two commissars boarded their speeder.

A flurry of activity developed within the base camp as the troop transports and armored fighting vehicles were readied for the mission. 0666 immediately took her place in a Deliverer APC, which was designated to be driven directly inside of the Jedi Temple upon initiation of the assault in order to expedite the rescue of the two commissars and as an shock and awe tactic. She couldn’t stand to take her eyes off of the three lightsabers on her belt, while waiting in the transport for the beginning of the operation. Although 0666 typically trusted the strength of the magnetic strips on her armor to hold her own weapons, she could hardly trust them to hold a weapon as expensive as a trio of lightsabers, each of which likely cost more than the weapons and armor that the typical stormtrooper carried into battle. To say the least, 0666 would be thoroughly embarrassed is she managed to lose them.

After a few minutes, the engines of the Deliverer rumbled to life and the massive tracked vehicle began to trundle down the hill as an explosive noise echoed outside of the APC’s thickly armored frame. Traveling at nearly full speed, the Deliverer came crashing down the hill and towards the entrance to the Jedi Temple, along with a convoy of walkers, tanks, and stormtroopers charging on foot. After a few moments, a hard shudder reverberated inside the troop compartment when the vehicle crashed through the doors of the temple, which would have easily thrown 0666 from her seat had she not been held down by her seatbelts.

It wasn’t until the an ignited lightsaber began to cut through a circle through a thin part of the vehicle’s armor when it came to halt. 0666 immediately knew that it was a Jedi from inside of the troop compartment. She rapidly unclipped her seat belt and lifted her precision carbine, preparing to take aim at the breaching point.

“Jedi, penetrating the TC!” Beast screamed, as she sighted her rifle and discharged a rapid barrage of six polonium-210 rounds at the burgeoning ring of molten metal from at the left side of the troop compartment. Sensing that he would be met with a hailstorm of fire if he continued, the Jedi abandoned his plan to penetrate the troop compartment and leapt from the side of the tank. Within the next moment, the Deliverer’s rear entrance was slammed open, and the small contingent of stormtroopers emerged from the vehicle with guns ablaze.

Beast took position near the right side of the tank, her fire joining a barrage aimed for an isolated pair of Jedi who only managed to block and dodge a few of the stormtroopers shots before succumbing to the overwhelming flurry of firepower.

“Move for the council chambers.” Beast’s commanding officer directed, as the squad fell into position along the walls for cover in preparation to engage their next set of targets...

 

[Varian Alaric]

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As soon as Varian had walked into the store, he was lost. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know where anything was. He had never in his life walked into an urban marketplace, having only in the past stuck to little side stalls of fruit or rural markets that were on his home planet of Tamora. To be in such a place now, it was daunting for the man. So many options and so many varieties of thing to get and to do, it was almost overwhelming. Even though he was a mercenary, he had never strayed too close to urban centers and urban marketplaces such as these, he saw them as dangerous and as places with too many people. Which is why, just like when he was on Concord Avenue, he felt at loss and strange in such a place as this. He could take care of himself, though he didn't know much about how to handle these new experiences, such as this. Though such a place was little and insignificant and taken for granted by most, to Varian, such a place was as a museum of exotic objects that anyone could buy. It reminded him of the exotic food stalls back on Tamora, they had things such as Dathomiran Dragon Fruit and even Mon Cal Seaweed.

Alaric's glacier blue eyes looked about the place in wonder as he took a few steps forward, unsure of where next to go, and what to do.

"Hello! Hello? Hello, sir!"

At first Varian was confused as to where the feminine voice was coming from and he looked around. He looked to his right and saw a a red-haired woman who was nearly as tall as he was who was dressed in khakis, a light blue shirt, and a light blue cap which sat loosely on her hair. Almost immediately the former Knight of Ren could deduce that she was someone who worked here.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's fine, are you finding everything? You look a bit...lost?"

"Ah, that's the thing. This is...this is uh, my first time ever coming here and ever being in a place like this," Varian said sheepishly looking away suddenly in embarrassment at how shockingly honest he was being.

"Really? Well, I'll help show you around."

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Marriskcal Lati, Civilian
Objective: #2; Et tu, Skywalker?
Equipment: Hairsticks x2, Attire (made from shell spider silk)
Location: Jedi Temple, Mountain Range, Tython
Interacting with: [member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="ST-00/0666"]

​

Even while she dearly wished to be rid of their escorts, Marriskcal allowed none of her distaste to leak. She stayed in the middle of their strange little procession, playing the part of a naïve and meek heiress with her eyes wide and wondering as they continued down the hallway. Every time they passed something that seemed of interest, her steps would falter for a fleeting moment, her lips parting slightly even as her gaze moved towards a different figure each time as though she was about to pose a query, only to be quelled by their stern glares.

While her brother sought out the places of interest of their secondary objective, the blonde allowed her focus to be fully on the forms of the knights that surrounded them. She took quiet notice of their dominant arms, the make and design of their hilts, and the way they moved, slowly building up succinct profiles on any old injuries that may impede them in a skirmish and their likely lightsaber forms. Though the blonde has suppressed her aura and was unable to use her own abilities to measure their own, she has always preferred to rely more on her physical prowess anyway.

As they were guided into the Council Chamber and their appearance formally announced to the esteemed masters, Marriskcal looked upon their solemn figures with unveiled awe on her mien even as their dour escorts fanned out behind the two siblings to stand guard. It was with a faint hue of rose on her cheeks that the young woman realised her almost faux pas and followed her brother belatedly into a curtsey of her own, crossing a leg behind the other as she lowered her head gracefully with her hands placed before her, the delicate flowers and beads of her hairsticks chiming in the silence of the hall.

She rose only when Seto began his opening repartee, his words gracious and unyielding as he addressed the vermin. It was becoming clear to everyone within the chamber that the white haired noble was inciting the Jedi on purpose, moreso when his presence began to rouse and swell. Even while they were close to being able to discard their veneers, Marriskcal continued to play the role she had crafted for herself, her vivid blue eyes flickering from being to being in a worried manner as she drew closer to her brother.

As the Jedi began to slowly crumble and fall into disorder, with some trying to speak reason and refute Seto’s words, while others were beginning to draw their own weapons in clear disdain, Marriskcal conveyed her earlier observations of their knight escorts to his mind. As an indomitable wall rose over the two siblings, the young woman took in a sharp inhale, the chains of restrain over her own aura falling away as she prepared herself for the chaos ahead.

With most of the main forces of the Jedi sent to Cessea, and only a small group of inexperienced apprentices and knights left to secure the vast Temple, the swift appearance of the stormtrooper team were expected. And with their presence within their sanctum, all the best and most capable of the vermin were gathered within the Council Chamber. The Hunter smiled sweetly even as the doors began to hiss as it opened and the telltale sound of a detonator hitting the floor resounding through its hallowed hall.

She activated her sight even as a blinding white light filled the expanse, her eyes following the movements of the masters even as the air began to burn in the ensuing conflagration. Marriskcal knew that if they were to fight fairly against so many of he high-value targets, they may not fare well. But when they were dazed and hurt by the explosion?

Simple~

As soon as the worst of the heat passed and her brother’s shield began to dissipate, the blonde lunged, the alacrity of her movements augmented by the auspices of the Force. In three strides, she loomed over the weakened figure of Grand Master Deluded. Before his eyes could even meet her own, Marriskcal raised a leg and brought her heel down over his head. Droplets of bright red, bone shrapnel, and organic matter hovered in the air for a moment before gravity took ahold and it fell back to the dust and debris covered floor.

Moving away from the prone body and the small crater that has formed, the young woman turned to give Seto a look that conveyed that she has tried her best to stay pristine.

“I think I like these pair of shoes, Seto. They feel more stable than the white ones I wore to Anaxes.”

​

 

[CC-15715]

Clone Commander CC-15715 ‘Spear’
Python Surface, Near Firebase Aurek
Tags: [member="ST-00/0666"], [member="SC-01/2876"], [member="CT-94194"]
Nearby: [member="Lynda Dorn"]
Objective: #1 Knightfall

“Yeah I can…” He managed to lift himself up to full height with a pained grunt. The armour’s internal suit beginning to apply pressure on the wound once more in order to keep him as active as he possibly could be following the injury. “…Walk.” A couple of small steps gave him pain, but resistance against the potential brake that had took him to the ground before.

He had already been trying to connect with the CIC command that was scattered across the planet, however all he was getting was static. “As for calling in an evac…” Again, he put his finger to the outside of his helmet and pressed it hard against his ear. “…All I’m getting is static and interference.” Two hands grabbed the helmet and pulled it from his head to reveal his face beneath, it was identical to his host and the rest of his brothers, yet held a sturdy professionalism and age that the other’s seem to miss.

He rolled the helmet around in his hands and took a look at the rear. “Damn.” Throwing it on the ground he turned back to Lynda. “The Jedi must have hit the communication circuit, thing is fried out. We’re in the black.” He spat a ball of bile onto the ground, a build up of saliva that was a reaction to the adrenaline that had been pumping through his system. “Which means we might as well be KIA for a while.”

He limped over to the woman, his eyes now easily seen to take in her injuries. “Look, I’m going to stop those guns. Otherwise all this was for nothing.” He pulled a pistol from his hip and flipped it in his hand to offer it to her. “If you’re feeling up to it I’d welcome the help, but I understand if you’d rather…” He looked at her arm. “…sit this one out.”

Somehow he felt like he already knew the answer.

 

[Krayn]

Krayn Ren
The Tower of the Matriarch
Objective: #2 Et Tu Skywalker

Their blades had already met a thousand times, purple and red hazes that filled the room with light and the sound of violent clashes of energy. Each flurry of strikes blocked by it’s parter added to the dance that took place between the pair, each championing their own belief be it the dedicated, loyal and compassionate following of the Light or the aggressive, anger-fuelled and direct Darkness. The room screamed with their presence, the only witness to their flashing exchanges as leaps were dodged or met with equally aggressive kicks and parries. The walls bled molten metal from where the attacks had met them, unable to defend against the plasma of the blades that cut them deep, often together as attacks were parried or made.

“I sense much fear in you.” Krayn’s voice was deep and modified as ever by his helmet, seeming as deep as a well. “Fear that you will die today, just like the rest of them.”
“Then you are mistaken Ren.” Farifax answered through her teeth, her saber parrying madly against a renewed attack. “I do not fear death. I am a Jedi, there is no death there is only…”
She was flung through the air, blasted by a roar that had come from the Ren’s fingers and voice alike, smashing the air from her lungs as she hit the wall on the far side of the temple. The Ren came forward fast, stepping across the intricate floor work and prepared his saber for the killing strike. However he had underestimated the ability of his quarry who with a flick of her wrist had reached through the force to stand firm against the strike and her body. His blade dug deep but would not reach her, instead hitting firmly against a wall that could not be seen, causing him to release an angered yell and attack again. Her saber was raised this time, taking the clash of the hit, pushing it aside and giving her time to rectify her positioning by grabbing hold of his wrist forcing him backwards as they continued to spar.

“If you are such a Jedi.” Krayn said. “Then end me.”
“If I wanted to I could have, ten times over.” Farifax replied with heavy words filled with sadness. “Even you I couldn’t just strike down, for the man you were.” She gritted her teeth. “He means the world to me and it pains me that here you are so I will never get to see the man you should have been.”
The Ren roared and flew forward, hitting her hard with his own body and crushing her back into the wall, the lights faded as the sabres both fell from their hands and collapsed with heavy metal against stone to the ground. He took hold of her arm and launched his helmeted head forward firmly into her face, her fist connected with his gut and a kick to his knee brought him low. He would not allow this to be the end and with Dark Powers surging around him he pushed upwards with both hands forcing her to again hit the wall and resist against his will to see her crushed by the power of the Darkside and the solid stone wall.