M O N E Y
ALLIES: BOTM | NSO
ENEMIES: GA | NJO | SJC | NIO | AC | Any other Jedi-huggers
ENGAGING: Aeris Lashiec | Kai Bamarri
GEAR:
Lightsabers
Force-imbued dual Phrik Blades
Phrik dagger
Dressed to kill
Company of Legion of Bone among which is the Ash Hellions - All led by General Samron Gerron
The Fortuna in orbit
Force-imbued dual Phrik Blades
Phrik dagger
Dressed to kill
Company of Legion of Bone among which is the Ash Hellions - All led by General Samron Gerron
The Fortuna in orbit
The wind was out of Danika's sails.
The Presence of the Abyss receded as she just stood there while the other woman spoke to her. She barely paid attention to the words as a hollowness overtook her, the amethyst blade hanging helplessly at her side.
The damned Jedi and their meaningful philosophies.
Some of what the other woman said, however, broke through the cold void.
A cynical laugh escaped Danika's lips as she turned her teal eyes towards the Jedi.“Be strong enough to seize back the power to act for yourself and not because it is the will of some man who plays pretend in the Senate. What would the destruction of the Jedi truly give you?”
"Oh my dear, you have it completely backwards. If you think I am subject to the senile whims of an old man playing at the Darkness, you are making a grave mistake. The Sith and their misguided machinations hold nothing for me. They are a means to an end. Nothing more. I am no Sith. Haven't been for almost two decades." she said.
As she spoke, the Force battered at her senses and she turned her attention to where Samron was facing the Padawan. The Falleen had had the upper hand, but the tables have turned drastically. The boy was no mere Padawan, it seemed. When she felt the life force slowly leeching from her dearest friend, panic struck at the Lady of Conquest.
Dropping the lightsaber instantly, she brought both her arms up coupled with an emotion-filled cry. The immense telekinetic Push she sent at Kai Bamarri , was completely primal as she emptied her heart into it. The force of it ripped up the floor as it traveled with the speed of light toward the otherworldly being.
Falling to her knees and hands, Danika looked at the Hellions with dull, sea-green eyes, all her fire gone.
"Graves, get him out of here." she croaked, motioning with a shaky hand toward Samron, who had fallen to a crumpled heap to the floor. There were not many who had a place in Danika's heart, but Samron had a special one in it. The years spent working together, had cemented a bond of friendship that could not be broken.
She could not allow his death.
Even if it's just a mental one.
Turning her attention to the Consular once more as tears welled in her eyes, she remained on her knees.
"Please put a leash on your animal, and my men will stand down." she very nearly begged. She would stay for now, but most of her being wanted to accompany the Falleen back to the ship. But for now, she had to buy some time.
She just hoped Samron's damage was was repairable.
~General Samron Gerron~
Flanked by the Ash Hellions
12/12 Legionnaires ready to engage
192/192 Legionnaires in reserve
What?
Samron watched in horror as the boy's limb was severed. He did not expect to succeed, but he did. Yet, success was short-lived. Somehow, the boy regenerated. And with it came feral action.
The Jedi lad renewed his onslaught with even more aggressive fervor than before. Samron's feet stood fast as he braced against the Force-induced slashes with his own blades. He needed a new plan, because clearly, blades could not harm this boy for long.
At the same time, he started to feel fatigued. Fast. His usual fast, calculating mind within a battle, felt almost sluggish. At first, he blamed the strain of keeping up with the unnaturally fast movements of his opponent. It took him far too long to realise what was happening.
Hands full and body strength failing while the Jedi seemed to be growing stronger himself, Samron wanted to order his men to engage, but failed to form the order over the comms.
His steps faltered and he would have been slashed into pieces if it wasn't for his armour protecting against it. As the darkness of a coma slowly started to take hold of him, he dimly heard both Danika's cry and the shot of a disruptor sounding off simultaneously as Prefect Graves fired at the boy.
The force of his Mistress' telekinetic power threw him from his feet as wll and the embrace of comatosis overtook him.
Nathan Graves, on the other hand, did not wait for Danika's order, but was already moving in the direction of his General's crumpled form. The Hellions moved with him, all weapons trained on the Jedi but not firing yet.
<Conquest, this is Carnage One. We need medical extraction at the temple, ASAP. Carnage Actual is down.> Graves said over the secure commline to the Fortuna.
<Copied, Carnage One. Extraction on the way in eight.>
<Copied. Carnage One out.> Graves replied before changing to local. <Aether, stay with Halo with three quarter force. Take half of the Hellions too.> he then told the Legate who had second command over the Company.
<On it.> came the reply as Graves and one other grabbed the fallen General.
This was a mess.