The Full Reach of Law (GA Dominion of Atrisia Hex)

[Adele Adonai]

Hesitation went rippling across that connection between [member="Darth Lykos"] and she, a cautious pause like the catch of breath before the exhale.

Strength? Perhaps determination tempers the sword of your character.​

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This was her reply, only to be shattered shut as the first blast of the Waves of Darkness hit.

Whatever came next was quickly drowned in the tremendous crash of a mental assault that had the Weaver mentally flung back against the icy surface of that dark pool. A'dele was not perfect. This was a condition she knew all too well. A sin she would struggle with day in and day out. Her imperfection is what made her weak. Made the spider cracks within her mental sanctuary flare into existence.


Safe was a relative term when one was their worst enemy.

One could hide within the meditation of the mind as much as they could be cast out into the light. Adele knew that too well now.

For a brief instant, Xavka would be able to enter the mental sanctuary of the woman. In it, the image of a woman with vestigial horns and hair of gold amidst a flurry of ice and snow could be seen within the mind, painted in hues of slate, silver, and navy. The bitter tang of Bafforr pollen would tickle the nose with a sharp taste to the senses; an undercurrent of earthy, woody, and a green notes. Each soft caress of the wind would brush along like a lover's caress, fluttering the hem of robes, lifting the strands of her gossamer hair.

There was a vague sense of awareness within the dreamscape. The sound of ice groaning and breaking grew louder, a shatter point of fine spiderweb cracks across that mental terrain. Walls held behind mists became visible black jagged rocks, their sheer black cliffs jutting from the earth, no longer crystal but solid obsidian. With razor sharp edges and ranges that made one wonder why did the Jedi Healer's mental sanctuary have such an impressive wall for protection?

At least, until one noticed that the ranges didn’t point outward; but in.

The Force bubble that protected her body vanished. If there was a way for her face to blanch a paler hue it did then. The Gormak crystal blazed to life over her brow, the Force Imbued Rhodium flaring to slam the icy walls back down, sealing the cracks and creating an impregnable fortress to face the assault. The brief image given to the Sith Lord was wiped clean in a sudden brilliant flash. Had it been an illusion? A twisted manifestation of the Waves of Darkness? Likely.

The next sight that the Sith Lord would see would be the healer clutching that saber within her hands. Right upon the hilt, left upon the blade. She held it with such a tight grip that blood began to pool within her grip. Crimson rivulets poured down her and between her fingers, staining that pale white robe and the ash-dusted ground below.

The reason would crash along every single one within her vicinity; A'dele had taken upon herself the hit and was utilizing battle meditation to protect them all. She made herself vulnerable to do so, letting her mind single-handedly shove out in a sphere that hammered out her will. The woman would visibly shudder under the onslaught, and in her frailty, one could see her strength.

That candle in the dark.

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[member="Darth Lykos"] [member="HK-36"] @Darth Vitium​

And ALL​

FIGHTING AGAINST WAVES OF DARKNESS WITH BATTLE MEDITATION​

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[Siriwook]

[member="Cathul Thuku"]

Location: Inysh
Allies: GA Geloyra Malleus Sieb Tevv Zark Siriwook
Enemies: Sith Jagger Fuga Maizono Suravi Teigra Marcus Itera
Objective: Take care of incoming patients

Siriwook complies with the suggestions of her mistress. Before long, people are calling out to her for various items, each time with a different name.

"Hairball, come here--"

"Hairy, fetch me some--"

"Fuzzface, go get the--"

Siriwook has never had so many endearing nicknames, not even among her own kind. She walks swiftly among the rows of patients, deftly avoiding collision with her dancer-like grace. They might not stand still like trees and bushes, but avoiding running into them is not so different, and avoiding things that move was part of her daily survival on Wasskah.

Eventually, someone asks her for a certain neuro sedative. Siriwook knows that the last of that is temporarily unavailable, so she looks around for some supplies and decides to use the neurotoxin she'd extracted, separating out one active ingredient and pairing it with another medicine she knows by its smell is made from the leaves of a parasitic vine that will protect the nerves from damage by the toxin.

"Hiiiiiiir [Here]" Siriwook hands the improvised medicine to the person who asked for the sedative.

"What is this? Stupid furball, I said neuro sedative!" the medical professional throws the vial at the floor.

Siriwook barely catches the vial before impact with the Force. She is able to set it down gently before picking it up with her hands. She looks the medic in the eye disapprovingly, even though such an aggressive move is uncomfortable for her. She may not have understood furball, but she knew the other word, Stupid.

"Hiiiiiiir... ghwee wurrrr augh [Here... we were out]" she says again as she hands the vial gently to the medic. She pauses, adding, "Augh hreegh haaareee horruuuu [I feel sorry for you]"

Without another word, Siriwook goes to her ship to sleep. She doesn't care if the medic uses the sedative or not, and she must rest to regain her strength. And she is more than a little hungry.

She tries not to cry as she remembers all the names she'd had today, "Furball, hairy, hairball, fuzzface"--these were not meant to be endearing.

"Hruuu ragh wooru hreee wooghee argh-ooo [No wonder humans think wookiees are angry.]"

 

[Bethany Kismet]

Atrisia
Invested - [member="Reverance"] [member="Veiere Arenais"]
Nearby- [member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Darth Vitium"] [member="Nick Sept"] [member="Mala Arar"] [member="Alecandria"] [member="Soeht"]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rR-0669Q7cY[/media]

There are many paths along any ability- there is no single way to learn and incorporate something into a series of teachings. The method and events that had allowed the diminutive Jedi to master Morichro allowed a certain reciprocity. Few could take advantage of it- even if they recognized it. And the idea that anyone would, well, it had never even occurred to her that it would go like this.

As his blade raked across his body, Bethany stepped back, breath catching in her throat. What she felt was only an echo, dulled by a lack of intent. But the burning agony laced across her abdomen and she gasped. Watching him, and feeling it repeated- a backlash along the length of the connection necessary to work Morichro- was nightmarish in a way she had no experience with. She had taken on the pain of others with deliberate tenderness in the past. But this..... this was not the same. This was a perversion of that conscious sacrifice.

She only kept that connection for a heartbeat. She could feel the roiling hunger, from him and his symbionts, and once again, she had no choice but to recoil. She could only take that pain from someone if they were willing to let it go- and she was certain that he did not face this agony as a deficit.

He embraced it as a lover.

Severing the Morichro was the only thing she could do.

Other echoes in the Force, these of a different tenor, flickered at the edge of her awareness. Still reeling from the ghost of what he had done to himself, she reached out for these and she could breath again.

"They are trying to make peace," she murmured, looking up at the looming form. She still didn't fully understand what he was doing here- why he was fighting her. If she had, she never would have bothered. And maybe the next few minutes would have gone differently. She was so set on peace, and it had been so long since she had fought a war- 500 years- she was not prepared.

She was not here for this war- she was here for Atrisia. And Reverance? He was here for something else entirely.

"This does not have to happen- we do not have to fight-"

She was so focused on those threads being woven by [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] and [member="Adas James Malgus"] that the shockwave from both [member="Reverance"] and the darkness from [member="Darth Vitium"] converged on her in the same breath.

Bethany gasped, the air torn from her lungs as the blast hit her full in the chest. It would have knocked her backward- but the aphotic wave of despair had gained an almost physical presence. Her back arced, head thrown back as only the sheer weight of tangible doubt left her standing, a force at her back.

Why did you do it? Why did you leave us? We needed you. It was just a forest. You chose those trees over your family. Why? We needed you. Corrine. Rian. Why mother? Why Bethany? Slow voice, ponderous, pained, echoed You knew what it was like to lose me to Ilum. You fought to bring me back. How then, could you have gone to Sekot, arms open as to a lover? You left me, us. And we died, Bethany. Slowly. And then, very quickly. Do you even know, how that happened? How you could have stopped it, had you only been there?

[You said you understood....]

She didn't know how she ended up on her knees. In the fall, she had caught herself with her hands. The pain there, from hot ash and broken stone, however, was nothing in comparison.

I lied.

 

[H3xle]

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="veino garn"]

Taryc looked over at Draco as he slipped off his gauntlet and motioned for her to bare skin. She paused a moment before nodding, then turning her eyes towards [member="darth malakai"], she doffed her helmet. Her black bob cut came to the bottom of her ears, and stayed out of her face with strategically placed clips. She side stepped closer to Draco and bared the side of her neck while she watched the Sithling, helmet in one hand, sword in the other.

"Probably should leave it standing..." She spoke softly, still watching the Sithling for any sign of movement. "Artillery is still going, but the fighting has stopped outside..." Her ears twitched as the lack of raw throats echoing battle cries and blasters was punctuated by the sounds of artillery. "I hope we didn't miss a cease fire...that'd be a pity..."

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Adele Adonai"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Seras Rose"] [member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Jamie Pyne"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Adas James Malgus"]

Jacen sighed, his eyes were allowed to fall towards the steps of the palace. He had left behind an angry and confused boy back on sullust. One who had grown up too close to the sith, who now blamed the Alliance for everything that had gone wrong. The longer Jacen was here, the longer he was away from his own son and the rift that seemed impossible to seal. He forced himself to remember that this was still a boy. One who had just lost his father.

“We can…” Jacen started, but he stopped as Erebos threw down his blade. Jacen’s hand had settled on the hilt of his saber before he knew what was going on. Was he being betrayed?

He watched with bewilderment at what Erebos did next. His fingers relinquished their grip on the hilt as Erebos seemed to be trying to fight the last strands of the storm. Yet he had no choice but to act when his old enemy threw a punch at the boy.

Jacen wasn’t fast enough to stop him, but in two quick strides shouldered his way between Adas and Erebos. The rest of Erebos’ speech would have been delivered with Jacen standing just inches away. Perhaps it was foolish to put the young Atrisian prince at his back, but he was unsure exactly what the unpredictable sith was trying to do.

When Erebos was done, Jacen took a step back. He kept his eyes on the King of Shawken, but positioned himself so that he could address Adas first.

“We will do what we have to do to end this,” he said with a curt nod. His hand had been retracted when Erebos had thrown down his weapon, but it was extended towards the young man once more.

“And as for you,” he said, turning to Erebos. “You have sunk so deep into the Dark side that trust will not come easily. But the road for redemption is there for everyone who seeks it. When this is done we will talk further. ”

Jacen had every intention of ensuring Erebos came back to Sullust with him after so he could get to the bottom of what had really transpired. And to ensure the spread of the dark side came to a halt. Many had fallen under the sway of the Dark Lord. Many who had meant well and simply strayed from the path.

He turned from the palace steps, one eye still on Erebos. He turned in the direction where Mephirum, Vitamin, Reverance and Kismet still fought. Now it was time to bring it all to an end.

“Ensure those who have stood down are secured, evacuated or given medical treatment as appropriate. Atrisian forces are standing down, ensure all GADF forces join the ceasefire then start to plan to fall back to the city limits.” Jacen called into his comm. The fleet was easy, air assets too. But once a ground battle started everything devolved from large scale command down to Companies, Platoons, Squads, then right down the Fire Team level. It would take time for all the guns to fall silent and even longer to arrange the withdrawal. “But any able hands meet me just south of the palace.”

Hopefully HK, Spencer, Kana, Eplsis Gabriel, Aela and any other able members of the New Jedi Order and its allies would gather to bring the madness to a close.

 

[Aela Talith]

Atrisia - South Of the Palace
[member="Jamie Pyne"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | Everyone else

Aela heard the signal over the radio, first from the Iron Knight, then from Jacen himself.

Chaos was still reigning around them, the darkside was still thick, but it seemed that things had calmed sufficiently. She frowned as Jamie and her made their way through the mass of the palace grounds, fingers wrapped around the hilt of her lightsaber. She still felt a bit of dread in the pit of her stomach, an after effect of the the amount of power that had been used here. A glance at Jamie told her that her apprentice felt the same thing.

”Deep breaths.” She told Jamie as the two headed towards the South of the palace, moving along the walls so that they wouldn’t be spotted.

In truth Aela had no idea what they would find when they got there, but to her it seemed that they had missed most of the actions. A part of her was glad for that, Jamie wouldn’t have to face a Sith just yet. She smiled slightly as she spotted the small gathering, her eyes narrowing as she tried to spot Jacen.

”There they are.” The Marshall said nudging Jamie. ”Come no.”

With another few minutes of rushing both she and Jamie eventually managed to run up the side of the courtyard, somehow having avoided battle and blaster fire all the way. She smiled slightly as she jogged up to Jacen. The two Marshall’s had known one another for quite a while, with Aela having socked him on the head a few years ago. ”Jacen.”

The Marshall said in greeting.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Inysh
Allies: GA [member="Geloyra Malleus"] [member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Zark"] [member="Siriwook"]
Enemies: Sith [member="Maizono"] [member="Jagger Fuga"] [member="Suravi Teigra"] [member="Marcus Itera"]
Objective: Deal with the neurosedative shortage

"Admiral, our supplies of neurosedatives are exhausted, requesting 500 units of neurosedatives. Oh and your apprentice might have wanted to help but her efforts were misplaced" the doctor told Cathul.

"All units, please send me your list of required medical supplies. I will transmit your lists to the Prozac. 500 units of neurosedatives, noted"

"Roger" the doctors said, once their lists are forwarded to Cathul.

"Open a channel to the Prozac" she ordered her communications officer.

"Channel open"

"ANS Prozac, this is Therapy Command. Stand by for transmission of the request for medical supplies"

Upon hearing the description of this annoyance Siriwook caused in one of the wards, she hoped Geloyra did no such thing. While the crew would pass Siriwook off for doing medicine the Wookiee way, in a fashion that is incompatible with a protocol that is mostly fitting to humans/Near-Humans, such violation of protocol would be much harder to forgive on Geloyra's part. Cathul was going to go to the site of the inconvenience caused by her Wookiee apprentice, passing by to give some food to her, and also minding that using the Force as a neurosedative was going to cost her more mana on top of what she already spent. But using the Force as a neurosedative was a rather low-energy operation. Yet she knew how under-appreciated were Wookiees in Alliance-land. She hoped that Mandos were more grateful towards the Wookiees than Alliancist medical personnal were. Once she arrived at the last known medical station the Wookiee went through, she discovered rather angry medical personnel...

"Admiral, do you have neurosedatives in tow?"

"Don't forget that I can also use Force-healing, too! I can use the Force as a neurosedative while the Prozac is fetching the supplies everyone at camp needs"

"That's different from this furball, but what they say about you is true, I'd be wary about you using the Force for healing. Yet I have no choice"

"What failed me as a therapist was my poor bedside manner" as she used Force-healing as a neurosedative, much in the way she did that on herself when she had headaches after using Instinctive Astrogation Control.

Therapy Command:

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ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier): 2000m
ANS Yag'dhul (Dreadnought Mk3): 700m
ANS Vandelhelm (Dreadnought Mk3): 700m
ANS Moenia (Nebulon B7): 300m
ANS Otoh Sancture (Nebulon B7): 300m
ANS Spinnaker (Nebulon B7): 300m

Attack craft (deployed in a defensive screen):
144 T-70 X-Wings
60 BB-2 bombers

NJO ships:

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In-system:

ANS Tylenol (Cardea-class medical cruiser): 790m
ANS Pharmacokinetics (Cardea-class medical cruiser): 790m
ANS Bestine (Acclamator-class assault ship): 752m

Outbound:

ANS Ritalin (Saint-class SAR craft) 250m
ANS Prozac (Saint-class SAR craft) 250m

 

[Dar'rak]

Location: Outside the Palace Inside a cloud of dust, ash, and Dark side energy.
Allies: [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] | [member="Franc Kotrag"] | [member=Deacon] | [member="Seras Rose"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member=HK-36] | [member="Bethany Kismet"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Michael Sardun"] | [member="Spencer Varanin"] | [member="Adele Adonai"]
@any other Jedi at/near the Palace.
Enemies: [member="Darth Ferox"] | [member="Darth Vitium"] | Sith

Spoiler: Gear

Spoiler: Basic Lightsaber

Converts from a twin set of hilts into a single double-blade saber-staff. Emerald Green Blade.

Spoiler: Armor

Basic Jedi Robes colored Green with armor mesh underneath.
Natural Reptilian scales

Objective: Survive the Darkness.

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Dar'rak had followed through with his attacks and was pleased they had all struck true. Though he didn't notice at first glace his tail felt something metallic when it has struck his opponent. Dar'rak had to try and focus through the haze of the dark side that had descended upon them. He could feel it's power growing and new it had to be coming from his opponent. He was finding it harder and harder to focus on the light side of the force by the second. This was not a good thing as he could feel it creeping into his own being as the light side was slowly being forcibly held at bay. a familiar spark ignited in his eyes and crackled over his knuckles. Something that had not happened in some time and he thought he had suppressed the ability to non-existence. Yet the power arched over each of his fingers like a wave as time passed. Slowly at first but then became more prominent as he gripped the hilt of his activated Lightsaber and reached for the Hilt of his second.

Dar'rak's opponent for his part seemed to be holding back waiting for something. Perhaps he too knew what Dar'rak did about their fluctuating power and was biding his time until his surpassed that of the young Jedi. Dar'rak knew he could not allow this to take place and if he wanted to come out on top of this battle he would have to press the attack now before his strength was sapped completely. Strangely it seemed to be the only clear thought he had in his head at the time.

Dar'rak moved forward towards his opponent as his second blade ignited in the darkness twin beams of green plasma burned and hummed in unison as the Jedi moved to attack Darth Ferox with the full force of the light he had left before it was fully sapped from his being. Coming in low the Jedi struck out with his first blade as he intentionally overshot his opponent and bypassed him to get at his opponent's weaker side. Dar'rak would first have to discover what side that was. The young Jedi pressed forward alternating which hand and in turn which of his two sabers he struck out with; twisting his own body back and forth to put extra pressure on his opponent. Dar'rak still had the advantage over his opponent with having an extra limb he could strike out with. Though the Jedi knew if he were to do so without keeping his opponent's own blade occupied he could loose the limb most painfully. For the time being he wanted his opponent to focus solely on his own two lightsabers as they were the immediate threat.

 

[Adas James Malgus]

Adas was shaken to his core, a quick movement from the jedi master and he just positioned between himself and Erebos who attempted to launch an attack at him. Adas feared for his life, he looked desperately to find his mother but found no other support than the belt of the Jedi master. He clung to that belt, like life itself was hanging in the balance and he looked up to see [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] doing what everyone said that jedi did, protecting those who could not protect themselves. A massive beast came to them, Mythos' hound Groom, a tuk'ata that was massive and imposing. The beast growled at those gathered especially at Jacen being a jedi and the hound being monster from Korriban yet he did not attack... Adas was not about to step outside Jacen's side for any reason, you would need pliers to pry that boy from the Jedi's belt. Adas had an uncanny protector. He nodded, desperately and fearfully. Erebos was Mythos' only friend in the galaxy that shared the gift of the dark side,with Mythos by his side Erebos has learned what honor and brotherhood and friendship was, perhaps that is the redemption that he spoke of. Adas knew this, His father spoke of Tzanith often, a warrior who could not see how we saw, a warrior who saw with the eyes of the force. Mythos said to him that Erebos was the man who gave him eyes and taught him that he had always been blind.

As the Jedi master rose up the steps Adas was hiding behind him, hand firmly gripped in his belt and hoping to the force the Jedi master did not send him away. The battle inside the palace seemed to rage with fury and Adas was going right in with him, he knew that the safest place he could be right now was as close as he could be to Master Voidstalker. Good strategy. When they reached the inside a woman greeted the marshal. Adas popped out from behind him and saw [member="Aela Talith"], another Jedi master. "He's right Master Jedi" he said as a whisper to the Jedi master he currently tailed. "The lord of Mustafar and Shawken came to discuss trade not war...." He swallowed hard and told the truth. "My father spoke of war, but not Erebos or Ultimatum of anyone else... they told my father it was ill Advised..:" And it was. Case and point. The Apocalypse that had ensued.
Adas regained courage and strength filing himself with the pain and agony that surrounded him, he was a child born of blood and darkness, he was born wrapped around the Axe of Adas and spoon fed dark side influence and evil from birth, he could feed on pain...

He grabbed the comlink of his nearest offcer and spoke loud and clear. "This is Adas, son of Mythos... to all allies of Atrisia and my father. I Order you to lay down your arms or you will be destroyed" He said, looking to Jacen Voidstalker for approval and then to Erebos and his Atrisian officers. This needed to end...

Soon enough Groom joined them and now they had four hundred pounds of Korriban beast on their side. Sith and Jedi now stood side by side to save end the conflict that consumed this planet.... They could only hope it wasn't too late


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[Jamie Pyne]

Atrisia - South Of the Palace
[member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

If the worst the two had to endure on that day was scampering about through the wilderness in between battles and the general warzone then Jamie would be happily surprised and relieved. It wasn't that she was glad she missed the bulk of the chaos, but rather the bloodshed that certainly had transpired. It was an ugly thing that she had never quite been subjected to before. Her life had been for the most part peaceful and unobstructed, especially when compared to other worlds throughout the galaxy that knew only of pain and suffering and oppression. It was a strange thought, that luck of the draw was the only card different between her life and that of a slave born elsewhere into a life of servitude.

As the two reached Jacen's location, a face she recognized from her initial stop on Sullust a warm smile painted her face, happy to see at least someone else she knew, and that he was well, despite looking a bit worse for wear and in desperate need of cleaning up. Still, alive was better than dead, that much she was sure of. It was no surprise to Jamie that Aela knew Jacen, given her position and status in the Alliance, and so there was little point in mentioning any surprise of the subject. Instead the younger girl tipped her head forward in recognition of the man, offering him the respect he had very clearly objected to during their first introduction. "Master Voidstalker." Blue eyes cast to the others within the vicinity, unawares of their position or role, side or intentions.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Location: Just outside the Palace
Allies: Sith
Enemies: [member="Dar'rak"] [member="Deacon"]

Equipment

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Templar's Edge

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Ornate single handed sword. Bright green blade.

Simple Lightsaber

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One or two handed. Burning red blade.

Armor

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Simple smuggler armor. No resistances, just not your average Sith cloak.

Objective: Stay in control.

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Age had the gift of experience. Of knowledge, skill. The ability to see beyond the first move and plan a fight accordingly. Ferox had honed his skill for so long that this was a passive thought. He would watch his foe and move around them, trip them up, make them doubt their actions and capitalize. But, he couldn't. The Force that would warn him of impending danger did only that. Every move he could think of was filled with the overwhelming sensation of defeat. Despair.

Burning red eyes stared up as the Dragon came forward, bringing out that cursed second blade. With almost a growl the Zabrak tried to think, but came up with nothing. There was no time for plotting, no time for the Force to lead his blade. So he chose something else. As the green blade came close his right arm shot out. The growl turned to a roar as the cybernetic hand would press against the plasma blade.

Normally, the hand would be removed. But the limb had a secret, one the Zabrak learned from [member="HK-36"] . Underneath the durasteel plating was a layer of Cortosis ore. It was brittle without the Durasteel casing, but the ore had another property. When it came in contact with the plasma blade of a Lightsaber it would deactivate the weapon. The cybernetic hand would continue forward if such a result happened to grasp the lizard's hand and crush it with the mechanical power.

If the grasp was successful, the green edged sword would swing out in the man's right arm wildly, his mind already threatening to give into the rage and hate clogging his mind.

 

[Shaddi]

The fear in [member="Adas James Malgus"]'s eyes caused a little pang of guilt to gnaw at him. "Adas breathe in. Calm your nerves and your mind. I'm going to give you the same gift I gave your father, how to see like I do." He said as he placed his hands on the boys shoulders, his expression one of kindness and maybe more fatherly than Mythos had shown the boy but then again this was the first time Erebos had met the boy and couldn't tell how he had lived given that his life had been spent with a man he had thought dead. "Focus you power, focus the force within you and close your eyes." He said and waited for the boy to do so as he placed his fore and middle finger onto his closed eyes. "Focus your power to your eyes, drown them in the force." He said as he used his own force abilities to pull Adas's perception into the right way, using his own power to speed up the boys learning speed given the situation. "Now without opening your physical eyes, open them, your eyes in the force and see the world as I do." He said as he smiled, remembering the time he taught Mythos and the boy's fathers reaction to it.

He knew that [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] might think of this as his way of trying to sway the boy to the dark side but if the jedi thought force sight was a dark side power then the man was truly lost to his obsession of vengeance. "When you see the world like me you realize that everything is connected in one way or another through the force. It is due to this that I see Ysalamiri as abominations that should be extinct given their particular force killing abilities." He then said with a slight chuckle though he made sure to walk to Jacen's side and looked towards him. "I wish to tell you something Jacen. I do not intend to be taken into custody only to be locked away without anyone even trying to give me a fair trial or whatever goes towards that in the farce that I see the galactic alliance to be. However you will have your conversation, that I promise you."

 

[Asmus Janes]

Rogue Squadron essentially glided out of the city. His X-wing had several scorch marks on the undercarriage from some kind of Force-based energy weapon that had stripped his shields. With repulsors powered it took barely any thrust to glide away.

His console warned him of several ground based systems following him from time to time. It seemed the atrisians still had some installations intact.

"Coming up Rogues," he called. He dipped his right wings to get a view of the Alliance Base. They'd deployed it with great haste. A well oiled military machine. Repulsors whined as he circled down and extended his landing gears.

A little shaked up, Asmus pushed his cockpit forwards. As the Rogues landed a cargo ship pulled away. Medical supplies for onward distribution. He watched in awe as a GR90 blotted out the sun before coming to hover over a nearby field. Modular cargo pods started to be pulled down from her belly.

Asmus slipped down his ship's nose before someone could bring a ladder. He briskly headed for one of the nearby tents to find out what the score was.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Elpsis glowered at [member="HK-36"] when he suddenly got between her and [member="Seria Ventreme"], just as incandescent flames were spitting from the redhead's hands towards her opponent in order to envelope her in a fiery embrace. Apparently he wanted to play Droid of Mercy today. "If she attacks me or anyone else on our side again, I'll burn her alive," she snarled, then turned away.


Her senses remained alert, so if the Anzati performed another death charge, she'd know. "If you wanna rage against butchers, take a look at your Sith masters. They torched their own planet," she left that as a parting shot for the woman.


While she limped away, she heard HK's comment about [member="Symara Tarriq"] wanting to take her out for dinner. Epsis furrowed her brow in confusion. They were kind of in the middle of a war here. "She asked what? Uh, yeah. Sure! When we're not in the middle of a bloody battlefield, y'know."


The droid grumbled about Jedi. Though Elpsis was quite certain that the robot just wanted praise since he seemed like an attention whore, she kind of agreed. She had no love for the Jedi order and was very happy that her adopted homeworld was free of them. She winced when she felt a spike of pain shoot through her bad foot. Crucitorn kept the sensation down, but it had to be used sparingly.


"Hey, Jozie, you comin?" she glanced towards [member="Joza Perl"]. The firemane could still hear whispers in her head while she made her way to the palace. What was this feeling of sudden, inexplicable dread? Her mind stabilised as she found her anchor in her mental safe place, in the Shadowlands. They were compelling her to be fearful and despair, but she shook the feeling off, smashing into the desperate whispers with her mind. Good thing she had a naturally upbeat attitude and there was no hell god around.


"Anyone got a gun for me?" Alas, she'd lost hers during her crash, so she grabbed a bolter and a revolver from one of the Abregado-Rae troopers. Her eyes swept across the ruins of Jar'kai, and her mood darkened, becoming more somber.


Fires raged, an ash cloud clogged the atmosphere and the city was in the ruins. There was so much pain, agony, fear and hatred everywhere. These feelings were so strong they permeated the air. As always, the Sith had left naught but desolation, ruined homes and broken lives.


War was hell, but it was a far greater atrocity to refuse to stand up to evil and let it continue its reign unchecked because one could not could suffer the idea of getting one's hands dirty. Nothing except a battle lost can be half as melancholy as a battle won, she thought to herself, remembering a saying [member="Tempest"] had used once. It seemed appropriate given the circumstances.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Allies: Nobuddy anymoar ;(
Enemies: Errybody ([member="Spencer Varanin"] and [member="Kana Truden"] to be exact)

At this point, it was blatantly obvious who was going to win the Battle of Atrisia. The Alliance simply had far superior numbers between themselves and their allied forces. In this street brawl, what had originally been a small scrap had turned into what would soon become a massacre if the Sith didn't evacuate. Ajihad would indeed try to make a quick escape, but not before trying to get one last hit in one at least one of the nearby Jedi.​

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As the force bubble was cast the Sith's eyes would narrow at the impending danger. The wall would initially hit the barrier, proceeding then to break into several smaller pieces as it wrought destruction in the area around them. He dove beneath a nearby piece of rubble before anything major could fall on him, though a few decent-sized rocks hit him in the back as he avoided being squished. Sadly, this would put him out of the immediate range to kill his target for the time being.​

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Sorry for the short post, quite busy atm so please tell me if I missed anything. I am aware of HK's droids, but they would not be able to detect me while I'm invisble.)

 

[Veino Garn]

[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] [member="Draco Vereen"]
Palace
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Veino let the lightsaber deactivate with a hiss as the Trandoshan yielded and withdrew from the battlefield. Nothing remained now in the once wild room except for their quite conversation and the young Sith who had been fighting Draco's companion. Clipping the hilt to his belt, he strode forward, removing his helmet. He studied the other inhabitants of the room before moving over towards the young woman. She was wrestling with darkness- but then, most people were by this point. The Sith attack tended to do that.

"Draco," Veino said with a nod, "Good to hear that." He turned to the partner and gave a short nod of his head. "Name's Veino Garn." He turned for a moment to look out the holes in the building. "And doubt we'd have to level it. Probably going to fall over anyways." It would be a bit of a shame, really, to see this grand old building fall to dust. There was a strong culture here, a strong identity. True, it had fallen beneath the sway of the Sith, but even his own people had been that way once, long ago. They had returned to the Light more strongly than before now. And perhaps, under wise leadership, they would again. Certainly if he could manage to make a difference, he would.

"First priority is getting you two back in shape," Veino added, turning on his boots as he considered. "Let me do that, Draco. You've got enough injuries." He strode forward, and removed his gauntlets, "May I?"

It would give him some time to think about how best to proceed. This area was secured, for the most part. Only scattered sounds at this point. Artillery, by the sound of it. But everything had settled down. Still, Darkness remained. A powerful one at that and at the moment, it was their biggest concern. Especially as he listened to the comm chatter, it seemed the Atrisian and Alliance forces were standing down, but if Sith were still present, they were not necessarily going to comply and as shown, could be far more devastating than any army.

"We have a ceasefire in process between Alliance and Atrisian forces," Veino commented, "Ground and air assets withdrawing. Sith responsible are still at large and... Grayson?" He frowned and rubbed his chin. Did they mean Cyril Grayson? How was he involved in all this? "Sounds like Mephirium and some Sith are still out there."

He bit his lip as he considered, running everything through his mind. "Those are our biggest priority. I'll get in touch with the rest of the NJO and see what the situation is." He keyed a quick situation report in the palace and sent it to the other Jedi, along with a request for a larger sitrep. More importantly, where he was needed next.

[member="Aela Talith"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Atrisia, Palace of Jar'kai
Nearby: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Bethany Kismet"]

The Sith Lords response was deafening, the moment the barrier lowered around himself and Bethany Kismet, a wall of strength broke through everything to reach him, his body picked up off of his feet and in the moments that seemed to slow, mind frenzied to try to recollect the pieces of how he had found himself mid-air, a distant cry echoed in the back of his mind; frightened and suffering. The Jedi Knight had been launched and he held no armaments to soften the blow that would be the far courtyard wall as his impact. His breath was taken from him as he came against it on his left side, his torso suddenly flaring up as it felt like one or more of his ribs fractured or broke under the pressure. Face down, he landed and struggled to find the strength to pick himself back up. He had been too slow and hadn't been about to control the swift descent, instead cast aside while the behemoth sought the death of the woman.

He did not know these people, but he knew the voice that had called out to him, knew it intimately and yet the distance that must have been between them, Commenor so far away, it seemed unbelievable but the Force held a reach far greater than any person or body of power and authority. Standing shakily to his feet, his head spinning and perhaps even concussed, he gazed around him as if his surroundings held the answers. Had the Dark Side of the Force been so strong to shake him, to betray his heart and distract his mind with the death of a loved one. More importantly, was it a calling that he could afford to ignore. Atrisia was a war zone, a battle whose cage of death held so many souls and yet none of them compared to his loyalty and affection to the [member="Lady Kay"], such a moment pinnacle to the fall of a Jedi Knight.

Three of the 501st had yet to evacuate the area, Decius was gone though the few who had witnessed the attack sprinted across the battlefield at his beckoning; "We need to leave, now" Veiere shouted atop the sounds of war, one hand across his midsection, the other taking his lightsaber back into grip and ordering the troopers into a retreat, "Get me to the Captain, Atrisia is done. Cover me and fall back with the rest of the 501st" He reaffirmed, this battle was no longer the place he needed to be. If even remotely possible that he could be wrong about what he'd heard, he wasn't willing to risk the life of the President of Commenor over any other. Too long had it been since he served the Jedi Older and too few times had the Jedi Order stood fast for him.

Looking back, a moment of pause to acknowledge the guilt and the remorse for abandoning the courtyard. He eyed the pair encompassed in their confrontation; a silent apology for his decision and one that he knew would have consequences far down the line, emotional if nothing else. It had been loyalty however that had brought him here, not to the Dominion but to Cyril Grayson and in his friends refusal to step away from the path of death, loyalty to Kay Larr would be his saving grace, a reason to live to fight another day.

Spoiler

Marking as exiting post.

 

[Reverance]

Location: Atrisia, Palace of Jar'kai
Objective: To show the way
Nearby: [member="Darth Mephirium"]] | [member="Alecandria"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Darth Vitium"] | [member="Bethany Kismet"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RUV5-ZqQ4o0​

She was never the enemy and she may have never known it. Not if the tide continued as it would, crashing upon rocky shore...

The blinking eclipse of the shield stuttered in response, expectation for reprisal ever present. But when none came, it dropped like a vile of water against stone. Splashing against the ground, it recoiled before clamoring back to it's master, siphoning back into his presence. His prey knelt against burning stone, nearly crippled by the strike. She was one for a different form of expression, he knew that now. The subtlety of the morichro did not so easily slip by.

As the shield dropped, only the soulsaber remained in hand, now extinguished and contained within the hilt. The living saber rested upon his back, seemingly satiated by the influence of the attack on both the woman and her fleeing friend. The Sith Lord offered an expressionless gaze towards the man before conveying his power once more. But it came not in the strength of his combat prowess nor the manifestation of the force in some conceptualization of darkened malevolence. No, instead it came in the form of a single step. With speed at his aid, that step would span the distance between Bethany and him in a singular moment.

Looking down at her, he could feel the pain vibrating from her very presence. While he could not claim all ownership of it, he would feast on the jealousy all the same. The way her aura rejected his, and all the stimulations, only made the act all the more enticing. He knelt in front of her, free of fear of consequence. Either he would approach the pain which he so desired, sent through nerves that hadn't been accustomed, or he she would strike out against him, proving her intent false. Both ends would suit him.

"Your pain..." He nearly shuddered at the thought, fighting the urge to engage her once more. "...It is exquisite." Synapses firing off in reaction to his presence, she would know the true cold and volatility of the soulsaber as he approached. The world was no longer filled with hopeful thoughts, peaceful remedies to a violent situation. There was a quiet between them, the sort that he longed to know. He hadn't expected for it to come so easy. There was an aspect of joy that he couldn't hide as he attempted to press a hand against her shoulder.

He was reminded of his time on Manaan, carrying [member="Matsu Xiangu"] away from the battle. Delimbed and nearly unconscious, he supped upon her pain on that day like a heavy dessert that followed an excessive meal. Forever the forager, always ready to consume. Consume essence was but a basic component of the repertoire of most common Sith. But for Reverance, it served as nourishment for the benefit of the host. He did not take her fear, nor her anxiety. He did not strengthen on the superficial realization of some deep seated sadness nor did he relish the memories of those she might have disappointed in some distant past. It was all fixated on pain and the direct line to such sensation. And he would siphon it away, if she allowed it, all for the reckoning that festered deep within him.

Never filled. Never truly sated.

"You..." His eye focused on her, seeing her for more than just the obstacle in his path. "...Don't belong here."

He had lost track of his effort to crush the One Sith Remnant. In the background of this small engagement, they nearly faded from existence.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Adas James Malgus"] | [member="Darth Erebos"] | [member="Adele Adonai"]

He stood quietly behind Jacen, constantly moving his focus towards some form of Harmony. He would admit that, given the situation, it was particularly difficult. While the fight had died down, by and large, he couldn't help but struggle against the itch at the back of his throat. One that grew with every step he took towards the palace of Jar'kai. It was a sense of foreboding, a sense of darkness, only discomforting in its level of magnanimous persistence. It was a dull headache that wouldn't stop.

He thought to offer Adas some form of comfort, enlisting memories of his own redemption. If a man like him, with a face like his, could do it: then anyone could. He could have offered experience in relation to good deeds, experience in doing something better than waging war - a thing Ada's father had known and nothing else. But when he thought to speak the words, he knew that Jacen already had the right of it. Gabe was content to serve the role of support in this regard.

He couldn't kick the nagging sense of familiarity, like he knew the presence that existed within the palace. Or at least had known a fraction of it, at one time. He shook it off for fleeting thoughts of his brother, knowing that the presence that existed within his sibling couldn't drag such negative feelings from the Marshall. And besides, he had heard his brother died on Selvaris so long ago.

Shaking the feeling loose, he continued to center himself in the same fashion as Adele. He couldn't provide much in this current circumstance, but he would do his best. No need to have multiple chefs in the same kitchen.

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Location: Lialic Spaceport
Objective: Carry out her Master's orders
Allies: None currently
Enemies: [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"] [member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Arieth zh'Vranthi"]

Eldaah tilted her head in curiosity as ships arrived in the system, sending a signal that was expressing Naboo's willingness to help. Odd, she had not been expecting Naboo assets to arrive in system. She was almost disappointed by the lack of actual GA assets yet, but ah well... they would arrive eventually. For now, she would observe what these Naboo scouts might do. Leaning back in the chair she had commandeered in the spaceport flight control tower, she contemplated also the odd lack of full response from the planetary authorities and the other faction that appeared to be in the system. Well, maybe they would respond to the next hotspot for her viral attack.

In the government district, her probe droid would slip through the security screenings as it broadcasted it was a simple courier droid, delivering a message. That was certainly true from a certain point of view. This late in the evening though would mean fewer targets to infect, but there would be some workers working late or the night shift or even the janiorital staff starting to clean the office. The droid, and its master, weren't picky about who was infected and transformed as the goal was to cause complete anarchy in the city and observe reactions.

The droid would find a suitable target, a group of five people working late in the records building and it would deploy the ball. Rolling along the floor, one of the office workers picked it up and was immediately surprised as it exploded into dust, filling the room. A few moments later, through coughs and screams, five new slythghouls would emerge and start hunting down prey to turn.

All across the city, desperate transmissions would be picked up by the Naboo ships as the rakghouls dispersed and started to turn more people. Garbled cries of help, calls for military aid from anyone who could offer it. Security and planetary authorities trying to figure out what it was and quarantine districts, but it was rapidly growing out of control. For anyone to survive, they would need outside help quickly... or the Alliance would find a city consumed by her pets... and the threat of it spreading across the entire planet and possibly even the sector if infected beings left the planet.