<< Through the strings of compassion, a Jedi can become entangled and bound. Pull at their noble hearts, for their need to save becomes their undoing. >>
— Darth Caedes, on defending against Jedi
"And for a moment, I respected you for saving your apprentice."
Caedes curled his fingers like spider's legs and sent ash and smoke to billow and be thrust forth, called up from the stone floors and lingering clouds, into the Master's face, cinders and grit racing for azure eyes.
"Oh how just like a Jedi of you," Caedes spat, derisively.
Skipping back further, he leapt up onto the perch of a Civilian Freighter's elongated dorsal wing and glared down at Kahlil. Beneath him, the ship's hull groaned and warped, transparisteel viewports cracking, his venomous rage like the pressure at an ocean's floor.
"Your disappointment can't cut me, Jedi."
Behind him someone yelped with fright, the sound of their voice cut off suddenly and muffled, as if by a cupped hand. He could feel them there without turning to look, pin-pricks of fear in a vast field of pain. Sisters,
young and clutching one another, with tears in their eyes. They reeked of loss and confusion, of the utter-most depths of fear and desperation.
From this vantage point, Caedes could look down upon most of the battlefield, able to see Wake and his now
hibernating plaything-hostages, frozen by Kahlil's glyph-work. Alas, their lives would be worth no less in the eyes of Jedi morality for their inability to move, to scream, to gun one another down. To the East, blades hummed and flashed, sparking as they slid and crashed against one another. A true Battlemaster, Valery Noble wove between her opponents, using footwork and speed to press their advantage in numbers against them.
An ear-splitting pair of shrieks lit up the air, blood curdling and chilling, as two little girls rose above Darth Caedes, suspended in the Force. Entangled, they gripped and clutched at one another, grunting with exertion as they were torn apart and left to hang, writhing like desperate savages; almost near enough to touch fingers. They screamed and protested, the eldest threatening Caedes despite her situation, the youngest bleating for help. Both were under-lit in the toxic green of his lightsaber.
Caedes clucked and coo'd to them, a mimicry of motherly care.
"Fear not girls," he intoned, smoothly, beneath their wailing.
"You're safe now, everything will be alright. The Jedi have come to save you!"
With a sudden splay of his fingers, he sent them each flying, hurtling them head-over-heels in opposite directions; one careening towards a cluster of gas tanks, the other a transport's armored hull near Valery. The gesture was flippant, almost casual, a toss of two fingers, gaze never leaving Kahlil's, taunting the Shield to draw nearer.
The Force roiled in his presence, triumphant amidst the chaos and cruelty, making him grin feverishly, causing his shoulders to shake with silent laughter. The Sith had come, their fleet's blockade orbiting Elom so close as to be seen in the sky. The Jedi were outnumbered and stretched thin for time. They were not powerful enough to repel the intentions of Lord Carnifex nor his Order, they could not make an elongated stand on Elom. Time was on the side of the Sith, and there was always another
body to protect...