The Ancient Eye - Civil Gambit - Edemar

[Salij-Nekt]

Salij-Nekt felt a force nearby, and turned to face a spectre. A spectre that looked...a lot like himself. To Salij, it was fully physical. Except instead of his axe, it wielded a lance. He turned to face it. Taking his axe in both hands, he got into a readied stance. Salij knew not of how this spectre came about, believing it to be a spirit that had the sole purpose to try and discourage Salij, to test him. "You wish to test me?" He watched the spectre, stalk in a circle around them. "So be it!"

He spun forward, holding his axe out to cut them quickly. The spectre, as if weightless flipped over the oncoming attack, and once it landed it twisted around and caught Salij in his side with the lance, throwing the Anubian down. The Anubian ended up eating dirt, but was quick to get to his feet as the lance struck down next to where his head had been. He snarled with a cruel grin, finally. A challenge to face. They seemed to both be equal in strength and skill. A challenge the Anubian had waited for, for years. And a chance to test skills it had been testing.

It put it's hand out, as if he were willing the very air to his command. That's what Salij believed when he did this, as he pushed the next stabbing attack back to give Salij room. The move stunned the spectre, and this Salij used to hit the spectre with spear-like end of his axe.

@ Aeron Tosh [member="Priscilla Utorna"] [member="Kainan Wolfe"] @Formorta @Kyle Raymus [member="Karl Halvorsen"] [member="The Matador"] [member="Skorvek"]

 

[Karl Halvorsen]

Karl was a believer that crazy was simply a manner of opinion. However, watching the havoc unravel itself in the town gave him incentive to change his mind. Why there were warriors fighting the air, having their own conversations or simply swinging silently, Karl did not know. In fact, there was so many things he did not know, but for starters, he wanted answers.

Answers like 'Why he was here' when half the rampaging force looked as though they could bring an entire city down on their own. This was no exaggeration on its own as he watched what he assumed to be his employer by sheer virtue of size obliterate a group of villagers. Bodies were dropping like flies, smoke made his eyes water and for all intents and purposes, the gun-for-hire really had no idea why he was called to help in their destruction.

There was nothing he could do that the others hadn't already got covered. Not that Karl really minded- it meant less work for him.

So there he stood surveying the carnage, pistol in his hand and the other fiddling with a newly lit cigarette. Occasionally someone would look up and notice the gunslinger smoking the destruction away; a few villagers made attempts to rush him. They were attempts. By the end of the five minute mark his cigarette was down to its last puffs, standing in front of a pile of bodies amidst his shell casings. "Bully me," he said, spitting out his cigarette as he flipped the cylinder back in. "Think I need a talk with the big man."

For posterity of course, he thought silently to himself. He took a brisk walk over to the giant, hulking monstrosity, gingerly avoiding the occasional man-sized projectiles if he was lucky; sometimes, it was giblet-sized and incredibly messy. Mostly the latter as he flicked off a small meaty chunk from his shoulder. It left a blood stain on his suit, which also left an incredibly disagreeable expression on his face. Though he couldn't deny the violent effectiveness of his employer, did he really have to be so incredibly messy? Stopping by the edge of the humongous sword's reach, Karl cleared his throat, thoughts lingering on the exorbitant cost of dry cleaning these days.

Criminally expensive.

"Hello?" he said with his voice raised over the commotion of the screams of pain. "You're a big- and I mean, extremely big- man." Karl jerked his thumb back at the several warriors in the background who were still wildly swinging/shooting/screaming away. "Surrounded by a bunch o' nutcases. Deadly nutcases, but nutcases altogether - do they do. . do what they're doing a lot?"

Crack!​

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He continued speaking as he quickly spun the revolver down without missing a beat to meet another villager attempting to disrupt his conversation. "Half the village is in ruins, pretty sure you've got a few others in da' shadows lurkin' 'bout and you know what?"

Crack crack crack!​

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"For the first time, I'm not the one standin' out of here in a Murder Convention y'know? I mean- I've caught flak for carrying a couple guns more than your average joe-"

Crack!​

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"But y'all are some serious special kind of Murder, y'know what I mean?" Crack! "I don't do identity crisis in general, but I do get a lil' upset when I find I'm not really- needed? Urgh, that tasted weird to say out loud. All I'm saying is-" Crack! "-I'm a man who likes to know what he's gotta do to earn his pay." He paused for a brief moment as he quickly holstered his second gun and pulled out his lever-action. "I mean- d'you want me to kill that man?" He said as he shot a fleeing villager, spinning and racking out the first shell casing from his gun. "O-or that guy? I coul- I just did it."

BLAM!​

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"I'm not bound to run outta targets here in general." BLAM! "Just-" BLAM! "-wonderin'-" BLAM! "-where I'd-" BLAM! "-fit in with the bunch o'-" BLAM! "-crazies. Oh and no rush, obviously."

BLAM!​

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"Take your time, please."

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

The Demon charged at [member="Kyle Raymus"], pushing through the blaster shots from his weapon. It's upper torso shaking and jolted in place as it relentlessly continued forward, hacking and slashing at kyle, sidestepping to catch him as he back up. The Demon had no consideration for the damage done to itself, slashing for his stomach with its left and thrusting the right towards Kyle's face. Pain surged through its ethereal body, blood rain down from every tense muscle on its body. Blood poured from its mouth as the creature grinned, salivating with boiling foamy blood pouring from its eyes and jaw.

​The Demon had no eyelids, its twitching eyes fixated on the mans form as it closed the distance, pressing its face into Kyle's and throwing its knee into his chest. ​"VIOLENCE BEGETS DREAD."

​​On the other edge of the battle, [member="Kainan Wolfe"] delivered a series of strikes at the ethereal imitation, striking twice at its defences. The imitation moved as if it had expected every strike, balancing the blows against its fencing blade and saber to mitigate the damage done, ducking under the third strike from its right. The manoeuvre almost seemed impossible as the ethereal creature bent at an impossible angle, striking at Kainan with its fencing blade on his right shoulder and thrusting its weight into his waist with its foot, the creature spun on a single leg, twisting as it struck at his side with its saber and propelled itself onto two feet. "WEAK FOOL." ​The creature taunted, spite coating its words as its eyes lit up, dashing forward with the force to attack Kainan as he recovered from its flurry.

​Across the battlefield the mercenaries made valiant efforts to fracture the opponents leadership, yet there was still a strange co-ordination. The only leader the mercenaries needed to worry themselves regarding were the Jedi was. Those who fought, did so as though they were possessed. You could see it in their faces, their heart was not in this. Every feeling they may have had urged them to stop, but they could not. They were prisoners of the Jedi's vengeance. Even as [member="Formorta"] or [member="Priscilla Utorna"] might try, the horde continued. The village warriors trampled over the bodies of those whom before they would have called loved ones. It was insanity, pure chaos.

The strange anubian spectre lunged at [member="Salij-Nekt"], the stunned expression evaporated as it lunged again with increased speed. The creature did not obey this worlds laws, mid-flight the creature spun; landing opposite Salij as it thrust its lance towards his back, intending to impale Salij.

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​The Matador redirected a strike from one of the villagers, throwing Oribuir onto his back as he knocked the villagers weapon back into the enemy beside him, striking at another as the Matador allowed the force to fill his movement; striking and crushing villagers with every strike. He charged into them like a raging bull, thrusting his horns into the stomach of one man, using his momentum to throw his head up, two iron hands clasping the mans lower torso.

​Rage, rage was all there was. Polished and efficiently carved into not a blade, but a hammer. A mighty hammer that struck down any of those who came between it and its goal. A Hammer, with a purpose of crafting a stronger Galaxy. Nothing it would get in its way, nothing in the Matador's way, ripping the man down, the horn ripping through his chest and snapping his collar bone in two. His body hit the ground with a snap, his bones shattering as the Matador swung the body back and forth into the ground, knocking back several villagers as he flung the body across the sandstone floor. Oribuir came swiftly to his grip as his blade cut through the stomachs of three villagers, knocking the blaster out of a thirds grip and dropping the blade down upon him, crushing him.

​As Oribuir collided with the ground, the Matador gripped it in both hands and pulled the hilt against his right bicep, using his entire body to spin the blade within the crowd; cutting down all within ten feet of his blade. Bodies and blood gushed into the air with in such spectacular violence, gushing from the exposed intestines, livers and chests of his enemies. Their severed bodies, broken limbs becoming strewn about the general radius of Oribuir.

​Blood soaked the steely grey iron plate of the Matador; gushing over his arms and against his face and chest. Nearly forty lay dead, yet still the battle continued. More and more the villagers turned to focus on the Matador as [member="Karl Halvorsen"] came to his assistance, opening fire on the surrounding villagers. "Just fight." ​Came the robotic yet bestial response, a gargled grunt followed, like a enraged lion as he batted back another attack.

 

[Skorvek]

Skovek saw the spectre and simply chuckled as he called forth 3 other phantoms of himself that went forth to take care of the tendrils before he started to speak his voice echoed and sounded ethereal like darkness incarnate was before them. You send ghost...and phantoms before the Lord of souls? you are truly desperate, Allow me to show you just how useless these beasts are against the lord of the Dead!.After that he raised his hand forward and it glowed blue as he started using force walk on the spectre to literally absorb the ghost infront of him into himself. If it worked the ghost would be bound and no more of a threat to him then an ant to a ant eater would be a threat. He unsheathed his sword and with a phrase in ancient Anubian that called forth those who fell in the battle to rise back up and fight in his name and charge forth with the others, as bolts of lightning from the sky struck areas of the vilalge away form amtadors forces.

@ Aeron Tosh [member="Priscilla Utorna"] [member="Kainan Wolfe"] [member="Formorta"] [member="The Matador"]

 

[Formorta]

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[member="Skorvek"] l [member="[COLOR=#7a98a2]Salij-Nekt"][/COLOR] l [member="[COLOR=#7a98a2]Kainan Wolfe"][/COLOR] l [member="[COLOR=#7a98a2]The Matador"][/COLOR] l [member="Skorvek"] l [member="Karl Halvorsen"]​

• Garadel
  Rebel Settlement on Edemar

In the moment Formorta had fired her first shot she had already picked out another target, but had not taken the shot, why? there was not point, no one had reacted to the man’s death, not one seemed to waver due to the idea of an enemy sniper on over watch. Could she have continued to fire one the enemy in attempts to weaken their strength? yes, but using sniper rounds would just be pointless, and a waist of her skill, being in the thick of the fight and putting her CQC to use would have reaped many more lives that anything she could have done with a rifle.

To top it all off it seemed there was another sniper going to town on her targets as well, the sniper did not seem to be taking direct shots at anyone, each round sent from what seemed to be a semi-auto rifle being sent into random spots in the crowd of insane villagers. Though seemingly doing decent work, it was but a small dent into the otherwise massive steel ball crashing into their current forces, "Killing leaders are not working, moving to secondary objective, finding the Jedi".

Quickly switching to her headset Formorta went to work contacting the other member of PAC Ops @Aeron Tosh, a rather odd edition, but never the least skillful in what he was good at. "Tosh, my current objective on leader targets in not having any affect on the battle, switching to tracking down the Jedi, send me your location and I will meet up with your shortly, also It seems there is another sniper on the battle field, allegiance is unknown at this time but to be safe just keep your head down, Formorta out".

 

[Salij-Nekt]

Salij could only watch as the specter moved with unnatural speed, flipping over him. He turned to meet it's attack with his pole-axe. He was about to attempt to block a swing, only for his eyes to widen in surprise for perhaps the first time ever as the lance came at him. He attempted a side step, but he had not enough momentum as the lance speared through his lower right side. The anubian gasped for a moment of pain, holding the lance there for a moment. Then...he laughed. A dry laugh, and he moved his head up to meet the specter's gaze.

"You...you dare...strike me?" the anubian growled toward the specter after he was done with laughter. With a feral roar he lifted his pole-axe in a large arcing swing in an attempt to cut it's head off while guiding it with the invisible force it had practiced with, holding the lance so it could not dodge. At least, not with it's weapon still in hand. Blood dripped from Salij-Nekt's wound, but he couldn't care less. It could be tended to later. He even had these thoughts as he grew weaker and weaker.

@Formorta @The Matador [member="Karl Halvorsen"] [member="Skorvek"] @Aeron Tosh [member="Kainan Wolfe"] [member="Kyle"] Ramus

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

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[-SOUNDTRACK-]​

Attn: [member="Kyle Raymus"] | [member="Kiso"] | [member="Skorvek"] | [member="The Matador"] | [member="Formorta"] | [member="Salij-Nekt"] | [member="Karl Halvorsen"] | [member="Aeron Tosh"]​

• Garadel
  Rebel Settlement on Edemar

The specter wove and twisted, warping itself and bending at impossible angles to avoid Wolfe's attacks. In all his experience, Wolfe had never seen anything move like that and the warlord was more than a little shocked and surprised. Usually, he overpowered his foes through a combination of attrition and cleverness. As the creature delivered the first of its impossible attacks, Wolfe barely managed to dodge being maimed. The fencing blade still pierced his flesh, making his arm visibly lower, but it did not inflict crippling damage. It became clear to him that attrition would not work here. He needed to replace that with something else, otherwise the homunculus would exhaust him long before it tired. Taking a deep breath, the warlord closed his eyes, just as his unnatural opponent performed its second impossible attack.

I am a leaf on the wind. I do not break against the gale like a wave upon the shore, he repeated in his head. Retreating inwards, he sought his balance, his calm. I glide with the current and soar like a bird, came the next line. Wolfe rebounded from the shove, using the momentum to weave around the creature's saber strike. I am the whirlwind. I break the current's will and make it my own, came the final line, the third part of an exercise that he and his friend Rath Exigo had developed together after several weeks of study and theory. Within the depths of his soul, Wolfe found what he sought for and he seized it. The warlord opened his eyes and they burned like the coldest ice. The Darkside flared around him like a shockwave, pushing outwards and giving everything a crystalline focus. And then, he moved.

All of his experience, all of his willpower, all of his strength and speed and purpose, he poured into his attack. The pain from his shoulder, forgotten. The world around him, forgotten. His focus narrowed and gained purchase, blocking out everything around him as his full attention fell exclusively upon his enemy. Reaching within, he shot out a hand as he suddenly charged, launching a telekinetic blast at his opponent as he stepped forward just thirty-five centimeters. That was only the beginning.

A Makashi backhanded swipe of his lightsaber followed, which then reversed into a downwards, diagonal Vaapad slash, followed by a graceful thrust forward and up as he pivoted, Ataru style. He did not stop there. Pressing the attack, he delivered flurry after flurry, switching from Ataru to Makashi, then Vaapad, then Makashi again as he struck again and again, harder, faster every time, as time itself lost meaning. There was only the here and now, him and his enemy, blade against blade and only one would live.

 

[Kyle Raymus]

Kyle was attacked yet again by the furious beast that was the Demon. It swung its cleavers relentlessly, not hesitating at all. It seemed to be unaffected by the blaster bolts. It merely shrugged them off and continued forward. Straight for Kyle's face. And his stomach. Kyle retreated, blocking the strike going for his face, and sidestepping, or atleast attempting to sidestep, out of the way of the second cleaver. It met it's mark, slicing Kyle's side, just under the rib. It wasn't incapacitating, but it sure did hurt. What with almost reaching the liver. Kyle jumped back, clutching his side, before biting his lip and pushing the pain to the back of his head. Into the abyss. It kept reminding of the cut in his side, but it didn't hurt.

All that was left....was fury.

This beast... it was something eerily close. And it was to be hated. It represented pure evil, and death. Kyle lunged, beginning his counter-attack. He excelled in Makashi, and didn't even practice the other forms, so he had to go all out. A precise lunge, rather deep, but he could recover in the neccessary time. He aimed straight for the chest, aiming to throw the beast off balance, force it to retreat, or atleast to back off for a moment. He needed time. Kyle then let loose with his more...underhanded armament. The creature lacked armor. He would use that. Even if he couldn't reach it with his saber, missiles, flamethrowers and other ranged weapons would hurt. He activated a button in his vambraces. A hole opened up in the armored gauntlets and hissed. It released a thick green fume. It also happened to be very flammable. It engulfed Kyle and the area around him in unpenetrable smoke. You couldn't see through it. Not even with visual aids. Both warriors were blind. But Kyle didn't need to see his enemy to devastate him. Area of Effect weapons are surprisingly efficient. Especially in these situations.

Hopefully the enemy would enter the gas field. Then, Kyle would attempt to leave it as quick as possible, and set it off with one of his weapons. The flamethrower, prefferably. He didn't want to waste missiles just yet.

[member="The Matador"]

 

[Aeron Tosh]

As Aeron was making his way through the rest of the village - where there wasn't much fighting going on. He received a transmission from his team's sharpshooter [member="Formorta"] asking if she could tag along.

"Sure thing. Sending you my coordinates right now, but it'll probably be difficult getting here without getting detected", Aeron warned her, and then proceeded through the rest of the untouched village.

Small cottages, wooden houses and disgustingly poor, malnourished villgers was all that was composed this place, so when Aeron caught sight of a jedi giving orders in their supposedly "elegant" clothing he knew it was him without a doubt.

Though Aeron found the jedi he knew he couldn't engage him on his own. No way could he take on all his reinforcements and the jedi by himself, so instead he just opened up his comlink and told the rest of the team about his whereabouts.

It didn't seem like the jedi was doing anything besides setting up further defenses, and he was talking to a hologram that was too difficult to make out from so far away.

 

[Priscilla Utorna]

"How boring." Throwing her rifle on the ground as the final bullet escaped the chamber. It seemed like no matter how many precise headshots thudded into her targets the rabble would continue to appear. Her eyes peered over to the fellow sniper who had similarly decided to stop firing. "Alright Dareiyn. Time for my payment." looking to the roof beside the flat top she was currently standing on, jumping from it to the next and proceeding down the sandstone stares. Upon reaching the final step her eyes locked with that of a soldier, unknown affiliation who promptly pointed a weapon to her chest.

Her eyes rolled as he began to warn her. "Stop!"

"Shut up." Raising her leg and slamming the man into a nearby wall, afterwards grabbing him by the neck, and throwing him recklessly into a wall before disarming him and continuing to walk down the stairs. Priscilla probably had one advantage over the rest of her "allies" in that she had already spoken to the Jedi Master, giving her a clear indication of what she looked like, though peering through the scope of this newly acquired weapon and based on common sense she would not be wearing the grand robes she was wearing earlier.

Nearby: [member="Kainan Wolfe"] I [member="The Matador"] I [member="Kyle Raymus"] I [member="Kiso"] I [member="Skorvek"] I [member="Salij-Nekt"] I [member="Karl Halvorsen"] I @ Aeron Tosh I [member="Formorta"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​The ethereal creature appeared unaffected as [member="Skorvek"] called forth with his power, attempting to bind what he believed to be a ghost to his own power. The creature appeared unmoved, it's eyes shining bright as a radiant yellow shot forth from its mouth, spewing lightning from its jaw towards the anubian.

​Yet, even their skirmish was lot amongst the chaos that the Lord of Necromancy had now unleashed, scores of fallen village warriors had begun to rise; regardless of injuries sustained before dead. The undead rallied, raising their weapons as suddenly the forces of the ancient eye were no longer so greatly outnumbered. The warriors became unsteady as the Jedi recoiled in her hidden depths at the sight of such horror, a momentarily blip that allowed the undead to begin to rain down upon the living, pushing back the village warriors further and further.

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​The ethereal Anubian had greater pull than [member="Salij-Nekt"], it matched him in size and strength. Holding the length of its staff, it had every advantage as he swung his weapon with one hand, holding the blade of the spectre's weapon in the other. The ethereal Anubian dodged under his strike, using his attackers momentum against him as he dashed forward, thrusting the staff of the lance into Salij's face, followed with a kick to knock him down as it pulled the lance backward, ready to aim for his throat next.

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​Kainan visibly staggered as the creature rebounded, ready to strike once more as the man swerved around it with great speed; landing a few inches beyond the reaches of its blade as it swerved around, striking at air as the telekinetic blast caught the finer definitions of its form, causing them to shudder in the air, however nothing more. The ethereal image was largely unaffected as Kainan delivered a vicious assault, feigning his first strike as the creature reacted; countering and learning from his blow as it continued to parry again and again, peddling backwards as [member="Kainan Wolfe"] pressed harder and harder, switching from form to form as he frantically attempted to outsmart the image as it parried every strike. However, the creature faltered as he continued again and again; it's fencer blade removed from grasp as it's forearm was severed from its body.

​The creature turned, pulling its saber to its chest as it used Kainan's momentum against him, its form shifting as the ethereal creature shifted into mist, passing between his legs and striking its feet into the back of his skull. Dropping once more as two slimmer arms held the singular blade, wildly swinging at Kainan's neck.

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​The Demon followed [member="Kyle Raymus"] almost mindlessly, following up its strike to his rib as it leapt into the air; striking downward with both cleavers as Kyle ducked out of green smoke. The cleavers connected with the dirt beneath their feet, sending up junks as the demon raised itself slowly, swinging within the green gas for its opponent.

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​As [member="Formorta"] begun to make her way towards Aeron, she would find herself walking around a corner; blocked by a wall. Behind her, a woman of similar height stood; holding a rifle almost identical to her own. The round fired, smashing the wall behind her into pieces and if it hit Formorta, it'd smash her into pieces too. The woman didn't wait, dashing at Formorta; ready to fight.

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​The door shut behind @Aeron Tosh as he entered the building, its shape changing as it seemed to absorb him, pulling him. A voice echoed through the ceiling. ​"Once upon a time, you were a good man. You deserve to be punished." ​Small shades the size of children begun to sprout up from the ground, three in total, their movements frantic and ridged as they pulled their thin limbs from the earth. Each giggled and growled, charging at Aeron. ​"Will you kill children Aeron?" ​The feminine voice asked as the small creatures lunged at the smuggler.

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​Four walls came into existence in front of [member="Priscilla Utorna"], stopping her in all directions. ​"You'll never find me Priscilla. I do not wish to harm you. But I will." The walls began to move, intending to crush her into a smooth paste. ​"You have become aligned with these savages, there is no redemption for you." ​Sullen words echoed in her mind as the walls slowly closed in, the only light coming from above.

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​The Matador pressed forward with his blade drawn, hacking and slashing as the undead came to his aid. He felt it all around him, dark apparitions attacking his companions, yet none for him. The Council member wished for him to see his companions fall first before she struck at him. Yet, there was one flaw in her plan. He cared not for any, they could fall and he would continue without misstep. He was The Matador, and her weakness was to care. Yet, she had spoiled and turned bitter against herself, forcing innocents into battle.

​Even still this great pull of energy made her stick out like a beacon of force energy amongst the battlefield, yet with so much chaos. It was hard to pinpoint anything.

 

[Aeron Tosh]

Aeron, startled at the childish illusions he's had thrown at him. He knew what this was, it's the same thing his allies on the battlefield were swinging wildly at; He knew it was a test just like all the others, only this wasn't a test of strength and combat prowess, it was too test his mind. The jedi intended to break Aeron's morale code, and along with it himself.

He wouldn't let that happen. The children - even if imaginary weren't deserving of a warrior's death. Any kind of death, in fact.

Aeron kicked and pushed the children as they swarmed his legs, crawling on him like spiders on an ant. Annoying him like a fly you can't swat. Aeron was clearly stronger than the spastic gremlins that emerged from the ground, pushing and knocking them down endlessly even though they'd just keep coming back for more. Aeron ran for the door frantically trying to get it open but to no avail the door couldn't even be hacked like normal doors could. Aeron seemed to be out of options. Kill and be tainted, or die knowing he's innocent.

Aeron slipped out the shiny, clean blaster in his holster and reluctantly pointed it at the children. A tear formed in Aeron's crystal blue eyes and his hand was trembling uncontrollably.

 

[Formorta]

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[member="Skorvek"] l [member="Salij-Nekt"] l [member="Kainan Wolfe"] l @The Matador l @Skorvek l [member="Karl Halvorsen"]​

• Garadel
  Rebel Settlement on Edemar, heading to Twi'leks location

[SIZE=10.5pt]Formorta stayed crouched behind cover as she received the message from her Pac ops comrade, "I'll find a way, stealth is my father after all". Shutting down the commlink Formorta peaked over the wall of her sniper point, the quickest way to Aeron Tosh location was through the centre of town, least take a detour around the outskirts and scale up a wall, but that would take too long, allowing more time for the Jedi to perhaps escape if their front lines pushed too far inward.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]"Seems dangerous, but it would serve as a good test of my skills, and show those here that I not just all bark", though usually a calm and professional person, Formorta was rather competitive when it came to skill and her reputation, if people wanted to doubt the mysterious gun for hire she'd just prove them wrong. Ducking back down the cloaked woman once again slipped away into nothingness as the stealth equipment was put to full use, taxing its ability to the max and thus giving a tight window frame to make the life-threatening dash across the enemy back lines. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Using her armours grappling hook she quickly leaped down the side of the building, but running down an ally of sort, but for some reason suddenly blocked off my unnatural means, 'odd I could have sworn this rout was unbl-’.[/SIZE] A thunderous sound echoed behind her as a slug whizzed past her face behind her revealing a woman like her own behind her, coking a rifle that looked identical as well. "... and illusion of sort hu... do not mind if I do, it would be an interesting experience to face myself in combat".

[SIZE=10.5pt]Formorta dropped her rifle to the ground, quickly equipping her two vibrio knifes as the doppelganger like woman attacked, allowing them to make the first move, Formorta being more a counter martial artist then an attacker, she also wanted to see what tricks this ghost had up its sleeves.[/SIZE]

 

[Salij-Nekt]

Everything had depended upon that strike. Salij could only watch as the swing went over the specter's head, and for once, Salij felt fear. This being was too unnatural. It would have to fight fire with fire, unnatural powers versus unnatural powers. Once more reaching out as the lance came for his face, he aimed to make a bit of a misdirection, to guide the strike elsewhere. But still he felt a sting across his face, and the kick had come from nowhere. He was left there as the lance lined up.

So Salij called on the power of the Force once more to do it again, to misguide the lance. As it did, the anubian made for a roll, it needed to get better footing to fight this battle.

@Formorta @ Aeron Tosh [member="The Matador"] [member="Priscilla Utorna"] [member="Kyle Raymus"] [member="Kainan Wolfe"]

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

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Attn: [member="Kyle Raymus"] | [member="Kiso"] | [member="Skorvek"] | [member="The Matador"] | [member="Formorta"] | [member="Salij-Nekt"] | [member="Karl Halvorsen"] | [member="Aeron Tosh"]​

• Garadel
  Rebel Settlement on Edemar

...Strength of will is derived from Purpose. It is an overriding force, indomitable and unyielding, even in the face of certain death. Strength of will means having the courage to stand facing oblivion and scream your defiance against the universe. It means a willingness to do the things you know will cause you harm, to accept the price that must be paid and to make sacrifices...

Wolfe stood facing an enemy unlike anything he had ever seen. A monstrous apparition, born out of the perverted Force powers of an insane Jedi master who would do anything to win, no matter how cruel or atrocious. It was this insanity that made his opponent dangerous and unpredictable.

The creature showed no signs of getting tired, or feeling pain. It adapted instantly and impossibly, even when its arm was parted from its body, dissolving into mist, then reforming again as if nothing had happened. It struck at Wolfe from behind, causing him to stagger. But Wolfe had strength of will. He would not falter.

Wolfe whirled, black blade slicing gracefully in a wide, horizontal arc as the Lord of Shrouds extended his right arm forward. His ice-blue eyes locked onto the creature, hate and the promise of violence radiating out from them. The remnants of the Jedi Autocracy fought without honor, without consideration for civilian casualties, like the mindless drones that they were. Wolfe had come to Edemar to cut them down.

A wordless scream erupted from the top of Wolfe's lungs and with it, bolts of lightning shot out from his extended hand, crackling as they leaped through the air to strike at the apparition. They carried with them the promise of Wolfe's justice, merciless, swift and brutal.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

[member="Salij-Nekt"] rolled through the lance, landing a few feet away from the ethereal anubian as it's lance thrust into the ground; caught chaffing in the dirt as its head turned to face him. The creature growled in some malignant mumbled form of Ankhyptian, taking two steps back as the creature ripped the lance from the ground, spinning it above its head to keep Salij at bay; landing with its lance facing its opponent as it charged towards him. It aimed to strike his gut.

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The apparition curled and squirmed as it launched forward, with both blades extended towards the [member="Kainan Wolfe"], its body connecting with the lightning bolts as it jolted backward; the momentum of the lightning thrusting its body downward as it railed against the superior force furiously, squirming as the feminine screams of the Jedi Master could be heard in the back of Kainan's mind. The strain was too great, the apparition became to dissolve; black veiled fluid spilling from every orifice as the black mass dissolved into what looked to me the shattered body of a villager. Suddenly, Kainan would feel those empty cries; pressing at the back of his mind. Like a beacon.

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[member="Formorta"] dropped her rifle, and almost in unison the apparition did as well; lunging toward the mercenary as all six of its limbs formed into pincer like hands as each struck at a different part of Formorta's body, like black headed spears; some of which stretched in length beyond human capacity like tendrils at the woman. The apparition mouthed some half garbled words as it pressed closer, attempting to pin Formorta against the wall behind her, intending to relinquish her defences and strike at her vital organs.

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The creatures lingered, shifting just beyond the reach of [member="Aeron Tosh"] as he held his weapon, trembling at the notion of firing. Childish and poisoned chuckles escaped the creatures as their hands formed into pincer like shapes, carnivorous teeth piercing the sides of their ethereal faces as they grew almost bestial; twisting and twitching a little bit more erratically. A moment passed before the first lunged, aiming for the smugglers throat.

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​On the battlefield, it seemed as though the haze was clearing; yet so many bodies. So many littered the floor, from children to pregnant women to loyal warriors. All sense of rationale was lost in the madness, the chrome Giant's red eyes shifted to Kainan Wolfe, observing as his battle appeared to be coming to its end, yet here he stood almost isolated on the battlefield.

​The Matador was thrown from his conscious thoughts, parrying a blow from a Dravalan villager; cutting off his left arm and thrusting his right Gladius into the chest of the villager, throwing his body a few metres into the side of a building. The Matador roared, cutting down villager left and right in a bloodthirsty frenzy; slicing through enemy left and right.

 

[Salij-Nekt]

Salij got a bit low to avoid the spinning lance in the air as he was forced back by the phantom. The Anubian continued to pull back, holding his pole-axe as he was ready to block any swing. But no swing came, instead a charge. Salij-Nekt tried to use the power it barely knew, putting a hand out to try and stop it. Using the force to at least attempt to slow the charge down enough to make his own swing. The fight was not in the Anubian's favor, and if he continued this way, he would no doubt perish in this fight without help. He was beginning to realize this as the blow sunk into his gut, this challenge was too much for the Anubian that knew little of the force.

[member="The Matador"]

 

[Aeron Tosh]

As one of the demonic children leaped at Aeron, he instinctively closed his eyes and pulled the trigger.

Without opening his eyes he continued firing off shots in the child's general direction, he prayed and hoped that his shots just magically shot all the terrible apparitions and that he would finally be spared from the Jedi's horrible mind tricks.