Invasion The Liberation of Ossus [Republic vs. Sith Empire]

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

THE STILL GREAT BUT SLIGHTLY MORE DESTROYED THAN USUAL JEDI LIBRARY

@[member="Cameron Centurion"] | @[member="Syn"] | @[member="Tracyn Ordo"]


Kiskla's arms were burning from the sensation of Cameron's counterattack, and she tore off the gloves that had been covering her hands so the leather would not burn against her skin. The two Masters were at a parallel, matched in opposing strengths. With more practice, however, she could conquer that skill and overcome any archaic Sith chants.

Well that had certainly been a sight for eyes who were looking for an impressive demonstration from either side. It felt like they were two elephants transforming into lions. Massive in The Force, but also bloodthirsty.
She hadn't expected an easy fight, and after that connection she had touched, she felt on top of the world. Besides, she had more help available should she need it; there was a Jedi Knight and a fellow Master nearby.
Cameron, as a Sith, was alone.

She sensed him, rather than just seeing him. His muscles were dark shadows of movement, trained and precise to the point of his nearness. It was then, that she realized how that exercise had drained her. Her strength was not at it's peak.

So, she bought herself some time.

Playing tit for tat, as Cameron had twice now evaded her strikes, Kiskla once again played to her strengths. Her lithe frame's weight shifted to her knees and she propelled upward, just above the erected barrier. Tightly, with practiced ease, she tucked tightly into a flip so she landed lightly on her feet, facing her opponent. To turn her back on him would be foolish, she'd already made the mistake of giving up the high ground. Although she had been thoroughly trained in combat, and had mastered one of the most elusive and difficult forms, she was still stronger with The Force; still some of the effects remained from Cameron's dark web and tapping into her more fatal attacks would be difficult. This had evidenced herself as she attempted to summon a mass of light tendrils and she only succeeded in sparks forming along her arm's soft skin.

Cameron would have to recover from his sliding, and in that time, Kiskla made the decision to forgo the electric judgement and instead allowed what Force balance, and energy she had to encompass her body. After so much light had drained her, there was a heavy weight of darkness left within her. She took a figurative step toward it, and lent herself to the form that so many apparently coveted; Juyo. She wasn't in a frame of mind to fully lend herself back to darkness. One of her blades fastened to its hold on her lower back, the other remained in her hand, and as she twisted her wrist it activated.
This time, she would not rush into the attack. Twice, she had made that err. Time to turn the tables.

Like she said, she was only just starting to have her fun.

 

[Syn]

@[member="Cameron Centurion"] | @Tracyn Ordo | @Kiskla Grayson

The jedi master breathed in deeply as he felt it all, the darkside of this place and the massive amount of light side energy Kiskla used. His senses flared around them while he stood near her and pushed more energy into Kiskla. One saber deactivating as he set a hand on her back. Nothing more then to push the energy from him, he was fresh and with age came power but there was more then that. The sigil on his neck was a battery of the force amplifying it for him while the techniques Feena Mason and Cathbodua taught him. An iron will and washing all the energy into a person. He gave it to Kiskla as the light she sent out had made his blood boil, the area making his skin crawl.

Then the sith sent out a darkside net and Syn snarled staying planted until the last possible moment, he had fought sorcerers before and this one had seemed to almost hurt him which was a better sign. The movement between him and the jedi councilor came in a dazzling display of force while Syn moved to the side igniting in a snap hiss the pale purple blade while he slipped into that moment, into that form as he crouched low, the force energy around them making his hairs stand on end and the knot in his gut loosen. He spent so much time not enjoying the hunt and the fight that it was almost painful and now here he gave a grin.

Then he was off, clearing the distance towards Cameron as the smirk became a snarl and the jedi master took the energy that was boiling his blood and pushed it out. Pushed it into the force to distort the air and go for a twin set of shadowstrikes one trying to hit the knee cap and the other into the throat of the man. His chanting was annoying and sith sorcery to a sithspawn was grating on the ears. Then his feet left the ground and the jedi master pushed himself forward letting his knees tuck before slashing in an "X" with both downwards. The boots preforming a bicycle kick that let the gungnir armor show under the robes. Both kicks going after his center of mass.

 

[Alan]

LA BIBLIOTECA JEDI

Tracyn Ordo was not a man to wait around, however. Sith Master or not, he owed Kiskla. Big. He then wondered, why the living hell did the Sith not attempt to retort back at him. Tracyn, felt slightly offended as he was seemingly disregarded. For a half of a second, Tracyn turned and shrugged at @[member="Syn"], and then came towards the side of Cameron. His fist, curled into a fist, while his lightsaber hand gripped the hilt tightly. Pivoting on his heel, he swung the lightsaber at Cameron's side like a mighty sledgehammer, and with the pivoting motion, went to palm strike Cameron straight in his face. He moved like a demon, henceforth his commonly known name.

He wielded rage in his heart, but he did not use it in this instance. He knew how far he could go into that pit of anger and destruction, and what it could bring him, total victory. No, this was years upon years of training coming to a finely-tipped spear, directed and thrust at one particular individual. Mandalorians taught him to never take his eyes off the target, and his Jedi training taught him to predict the next movement. If anything, he would prevent Cameron from even landing a successful blow. Cameron was tough, but Tracyn had fought greater odds, and beaten them. He wondered what Syn was to do, with his sledgehammer-like tactics of simply overpowering through sheer physical prowess and training, rather than relying on the force or any other method to get the job done.

@[member="Cameron Centurion"] @[member="Kiskla Grayson"] @[member="Syn"]

 

[Darc Xavior Talus]

Dark Heal

Keeping a cautious eye on the surrounded Sith, Darc came closer to Daella and knelt next to her. He rested a hand on her wounded shoulder and emphatically connected with her. Feeling her thoughts and emotions, Darc channeled his dark energy; taking in her pain and agony to fuel his will of the Force. A dimmed glow of purple came from his hand and slowly engulfed the Jedi Knight's shoulder. In a matter of seconds, Daella's wounds began to recover in an attempt to sustain her longer in combat. With her back in the battle, the cornered Sith had little chance to continue from the punishment the Jedi had endured them.

@[member="Daella Apparine"]

 

[Cameron Centurion]

((OOC: If this post doesn't make sense...let me know. I feel like a couple of these attacks were aimed at Cameron during the web attack. As that's mostly over and done with and was only meant to be a way to meet Kiskla's earlier action, I'm acknowledging said attacks but moving along to keep the progression more linear. Not discounting or ignoring anything, just hard to go back and respond to attacks during an event that's...not still happening. Keep it coming though!))

During the employment of the Dark Side Web, Cameron had most certainly injured himself to a degree. However, injury during the course of manipulating the dark side of the Force was hardly a rarity...especially with powers that required a great deal of focus. Fortunately, if it was dangerous for the wielder at the epicenter of power, it was near deadly for those that felt it feasible to slide in a frontal sneak attack. Whether by passive intervention of the Force or pure luck (more likely), Cameron managed to avoid any considerable damage from the strikes thrown his way as the dark side fueled his actions. That, however, did not mean he hadn't been struck by one of Syn's telekinetic attacks. Avoiding the greater strength and mass of his physical attacks no doubt was a large part of the reason the Sith Lord was still relatively unhindered in mobility.

As for Kiskla, her strength of being...small was unfortunately predictable and over-used, lest she forget he'd known her longer than most of her present comrades. To stop his slide quite abruptly, Cameron merely rotated the heel of his right foot which was effectively serving as a stabilization anchor during the skid. At the same time, he stretched his left hand out behind him and applied one strong pulse of energy from the Force to arrest his momentum. Not more than a second after Kiskla had danced away from his strike, Cameron stood on two solid legs, watching her and the other two Jedi in silence. For a second, the Sith Lord took stock of what was before him. "Let the rhetoric be what it must. Those that endure do so out of strength. Honored to spill blood with you this day, Jedi." What a motley crew they were.

No smile, smirk or other facial expression adorned Cameron's features. Instead, he merely motioned with his left hand for the Jedi to proceed as the pain in his upper body slowly started to ebb away. He did not fight for any Empire, planetary control, or glory. He fought for the simple realization that improvement was only gained in struggle. The Jedi Order had seemingly changed for the better. It certainly took them long enough... Thus the true fun could begin.

@[member="Syn"] | @[member="Kiskla Grayson"] | @[member="Tracyn Ordo"]

 

[Soeht]

GREAT JEDI LIBRARY OUTSKIRTS

As @[member="Kaine Zambrano"] charged toward Daella, she readied herself for his attack. She regained focus in her eyes and anticipated the attack - as if it was the situation she had been waiting for.

Yet as Kaine began to bring down his lightsaber, Daella’s feet flew out from under her by the will of @[member="Mikhail Shorn"]. She fell backward. Her left hand ceased to cover her right cheek. To compound the issue, @[member="Balaya Zambrano"] sent a jolt of lightning toward Daella.

Fortunately for Daella, @[member="Darc Xavior Talus"] managed to deflect Balaya’s attack with the Force and block Kaine’s lightsaber with his own. Daella subsequently fell onto her back. The barrier and Daella’s erratic movements for the moment allowed her to barely escape from Balaya’s attack. She temporarily deactivated her lightsaber as she barrel rolled away from Kaine.

Sparks rippled from the Emperor through the ground toward Daella as she began to get up. She jerked back her hand each time one touched her fingers. She allowed only a small gasp to escape during that moment of pain.

For a moment, her head still hung down. Daella’s eyes remained on the ground. The moment Darc touched Daella’s shoulders and attempted to heal her, she shrugged him off after just a second of the purple glow. She lifted her head toward the Emperor and grasped her lightsaber with both hands - one dirtied by the ground, and the other stained in her own blood.

Once Daella glared at the Emperor once more, the full extent of the wound became apparent to all. Starting from the right edge of her mouth to some place near her cheek underneath her blood-stained blonde hair, a gash stretched across her face. A mix of fresh and somewhat dried blood caked around the wound. The dark healing Darc attempted managed to at least stop the bleeding - transferring a sliver of the tremendous pain Daella felt from the wound.

Even with Daella’s bright yellow lightsaber shining over her body, the full depth of the wound could not be visually discerned. Yet, after Daella stood fully upright once again, she turned her head away from where Darc stood and spat a dark, red glob of spit onto the ground.

After a glance at Darc, Daella sped toward the Emperor. She arced around toward his right side as she held her lightsaber before her. With deliberation on her part, Daella simply ran for the Emperor with her lightsaber held nearly centered to herself and pointing vertically toward the darkened, smoke-covered sky. When she reached striking distance of Kaine, she only rotated the tip of the blade away from herself as she continued to run toward Kaine - as if to drive her lightsaber into the Emperor with the power of her feet rather than arms.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| @[member="Aika Kawakami"] | @[member="Sochi Ru"] |
[OOC: Guys, I'm bored. Can we get this wrapped in the next post or two, so I can go fight someone? ]

Ella lifted her hands up to indicate to the Ysannan that she meant no harm. She even used her relative knowledge of utilizing the Force to calm the tribesmen down, so they would not attack. "Keep your weapons low," she said to the soldiers around us. "Only fire when we say so."

She turned her gaze to Aika and said, "We need to hurry this up Aika. We need these reinforcements now. If we cannot broker a deal with the Ysannan, then we can move this regiment and ourselves to the fighting." She tried to keep her voice calm and collective, but she didn't feel that way. She was frustrated that it had taken this long to get to the tribe. Many had died due to their complacency. It was time they hurried it up.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

@[member="Kaine Zambrano"]

Balaya moved as she turned her attack into one of fury and rage, the jedi were not the issue. She needed to keep Kaine going, to keep him strong as she chanted a little and moved barreling towards him into a slid tackle. Balaya pushed with her words and with the force while she kept chanting and tapped her masters leg. Physical contact to send as much dark energy she could into his body and into his rage. All the emotions she could feel around herself and a sneer on her face while she held her lightsaber, a quick roll brought her up and ready as she stood behind her master before moving near him with her blade to cover.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

TURNING TO FIGHT DARC AND DAELLA
Ruins
@Kaine Zambrano @Marek S'hadar @Daella Apparine @Meta @Darc Xavior Talus @Balaya Zambrano

Shorn ended the lightning as Marek's head slumped forward, either dead or unconscious. He didn't feel like checking. He was afraid what he would have to do if the man was still alive.

"I'm a cynic," Shorn said softly as he turned around, "I'm never surprised."

A casual backhanded wave of telekinesis swept toward where Meta sat in the treetop, aiming to knock him far, far away from the battle. This was no place for padawans. And Mikhail was tired of these almost-deaths. In a way, he was being merciful. Alone against the Thronebreaker, the padawan would not have stood a chance.

He limped toward Kaine's fight against Daella and Darc. His cybernetic hand held his dagger in a tight grip, while the broken fingers of his other were extended outward. Just as the blonde Jedi rushed at the Emperor, Mikhail wrapped his telekinetic will around her throat, closing tightly and attempting to lift her into the air. He gestured, trying to throw her onto Kaine's blade

 

[Aika Kawakami]

(I was already planning on wrapping this part up, sweetie. )

While things were going nice and slow, the same couldn't be said for her heart rate. Aika's heart had to be going a mile a minute by this point. Hearing Ella's words didn't make any of this any easier. The thoughts of others dying because they'd taken too long only increased her level of stress, and such could be seen in her eyes as they widened. It all seemed to reach a fever's pitch as she locked eyes with one of the armed natives.

"We....We're not here to harm you!! we only came to help you in resisting the Sith! We're not warriors, at least I'm not! I swear." As the Yassana began to slowly lower their weapons, Aika lowered her hands to her sides while trying to slow her breathing. After all, at this rate, one would think she would be having a heart attack. "We know that the Sith have come through here, and we can only imagine what they've done. I, along these two young Jedi, and many others have come to assist you. To rid Ossus of them once and for all. All we ask is that you allow us to come and go as we please from this planet. I know you've seen the academy, the library. They're both very important to us. We will offer any aid we can for all of you. All we request is that we work together to make Ossus better place. For all. Right you two?" Aika quickly looked to both of her companions in a hurry, for confirmation. Her own words only carried so much weight, but if all of them could assure the people, it may very well have a greater impact. That, and she was ready to high tail it out of here. Having weapons pointed at one didn't make her exactly comfortable.

@[member="Ella Nova"] @[member="Sochi Ru"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine rolled across the ground from the impact of Darc's attack, before righting himself and rolling into a crouching position before standing back up. He glared at the Jedi, until he suddenly felt the surge of dark energy course through him as Balaya transferred her energy into him, and since she had hardly exerted herself during the entire battle, she had plenty to spare. Kaine brought his lightsabers up as Daella neared his position, her lightsaber held tightly to her as she attempted to run Kaine through with the momentum of her sprint. Suddenly Mikhail intervened, and lashed out at Daella with his mastery of telekinesis, giving Kaine the opportunity he needed. With a firm grip on both of his blades he swung one of them at Daella's blade to knock it to the side of her, and with the other he attempted to impale, much like she impaled him earlier.

@[member="Daella Apparine"] @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] @[member="Balaya Zambrano"] @[member="Darc Xavior Talus"]

 

[Saki]

@[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

Saki looked up from where she was and sneered as the one sith attacked the others. Her snarl came when she rushed him while he went after Daella... The speed adding to her impact while she punched with three force blasts aimed in an attempt at his head. The attack not over before Saki snapped the saber back into a yellow blade and threw it holding the force steady to keep it activated and going at his arm pit where with platemail would be a gap usually. "Ahhh I'll kill you."

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

OUTSIDE THE LIBRARY RUINS.

@[member="Syn"] | @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] | @[member="Cameron Centurion"]

Wait.

Kiskla thought, projecting her voice to both Tracyn and Syn. Cameron was a devil and had a strength to be unpredictable, albeit a charmer with words. He had the advantage there. He may had always been sage and observant, but when she was fifteen she hardly cared to take into account how others managed their physique in battle, unless she was looking to learn. And she hadn't been that smart then.

Syn and Tracyn were both bred to kill. Kiskla was more of a finessed weapon. As it stood, the three of them were the base of the triangle, with Cameron at the tip, coaxing them to edge onward. As she assessed the scenario, and held the men's attention, she could feel the Force breathing it's rejuvenating power into her once more. Her arms still burned, but the pain was being eaten by the mending efforts of her presence.

Do your best to work in unison. Sporadic attacks will only get us so far.

Perhaps she was restating what they already knew, she'd never fought with either of them before. But she had fought with Cameron and knew what he was capable of then, and she had just experienced an introductory breadth of his abilities now. He'd also shared some insights with her not long ago. To him, Sith fought for knowledge and advancement. Some, anyhow, and she felt like Cameron fit snugly into that category himself. If they denied him a fight, he would not learn anything. His pursuits for personal knowledge would be at a roadblock and then…then what would he do? How much more of the dark side did the knowledge seeker need to delve into? They were on a planet that was home to the Jedi at one point, for galaxies sake! She might as well pay it some homage -- but how? How could she word this so as to intrigue him? If there was no intrigue, he would not lend an ear.

Her lightsaber hummed loudly, it's volume waning between the steady spits of rain drops. The water was clinging to her robes for the most part, and sliding down what armour was exposed; rinsing the mud from it. As of yet, the Sith Lord hadn't drawn any blood, but his words held the threat.

"Aren't you bored of this yet?" Kiskla asked above the rain, despite the interests of her companions. She had asked him why he was a Sith and he had admitted that he was a student of The Force. But was he really? Had he truly invested in his education so as to truly understand all the faucets and nuances of what she was native to?
Fighting with the same darkness for hundreds of years, she projected solely to Cameron and saving her breath. She needed his mind for this, if she was going to attempt to persuade the manipulator. Planting breadcrumbs. Seeing the same outcomes.

Kiskla disengaged her lightsaber and took a step back, holding Cameron's gaze while reaching out to Tracyn's mentality. His Mandalorian blood was no doubt boiling for a fight. Cover Syn and I. She instructed, while making a mental suggestion of what the two Jedi Councilars should do. Syn was powerful, and she was powerful. The Sith were almost at the point of retreating; if their ability to draw on the darkside was cut off, this would be easier won for the Jedi. Their home would be reclaimed. Light circled around her and within her, finally feeling her full connection again after the effects of the web subsided. She had always been so concerned about the Son, that she'd paid little attention to the daughter.
Turns out, she was quite the formidable asset and far superior to her darker sibling.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]


Krag's entire face had gone numb and he was pretty sure that he no longer had a set of back fangs in his mouth. With a savage growl from the back of his throat, Krag stood up from under the tree and pushed it aside. As the Graug Knight stood up from the ground, he was pelted with fireballs as the Jedi Master jumped into the trees and began his assault. Krag, his powers weakening, pushed the fireballs aside with anger and rage acting as the fuel that was keeping him running during this time of weakening. As one of the Master's fireballs flew towards him he, instead of deflecting it, caught it in his colossal hand and chucked it as hard as he could at the spot where the Jedi Master was about to land.

In mid-air, Josh barely managed to catch the deflected fireball in his hand, before landing. He let his energy flow into it a bit, causing it to grow before tossing it back at Krag, faster then before. He leapt from that tree to another quickly, before tossing another fireball at Krag for good measure.

A smile had crossed Josh's face at this point. The adrenaline was pumping, his heart was racing, he was loving every second of this.

@[member="Krag"]

 

[Syn]

OUTSIDE THE LIBRARY RUINS.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"] | @Tracyn Ordo | @Cameron Centurion

Syn moved with it and he crouched low. The sith lord something more then he thought. Even having been in the fight in the temple that was now in ruins and still he was able to repel the three of them. The jedi master stalked around while he worked his thoughts around as Kiskla spoke to him, the prickling of power was going around him as she spoke with a raised eyebrow. Whatever she was bringing up and trying to say tot he man only brought the jedi master closer to her, he could defend and fight easily enough while watching him as the scent in the air spoke of more darkside energy. the purple blades came to rest at his sides while the jedi master took a position semi in front of Kiskla to defend and protect her. She was after all the more tired and not wearing ultrachrome armor.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Meta grimaced in the face of the explosion of the branch himself and the grappling hook had recently been hanging from, however. As the Sith had raised his focus to Meta, he was already on the move, dislodging the grappling hook and grappling to another branch, he fell. Landing behind the battle beside @[member="Marek S'hadar"], away from the battle. Meta turned with his blade in a defensive gesture. However, with his free hand he pulled Marek over his shoulder, weighing the man. Luckily, he wasn't overly heavy.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

OUTSIDE THE ONCE TOTALLY MAGNIFICENT JEDI LIBRARY, BUT NOW IT'S KINDA AWKWARDLY DESTROYED BUT ITS GONNA BE OKAY. EVERYTHING IS OKAY. :flower:

@[Member="Syn"] | @Tracyn Ordo | @Cameron Centurion | @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] | @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] | @[member="Krag"] | @[member="Saki"] | @[member="Kaine Zambrano"] | @[member="Daella Apparine"] | @[member="Balaya Zambrano"] | @[member="Darc Xavior Talus"] | @[member="Ella Nova"] | @[member="Sochi Ru"] | @[member="Aika Kawakami"] | @[member="Marek S'hadar"] | @[Member="Meta"] | @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"] | @[member="Iella E`ron"] | @[member="Yasuo"] | @[member="Dar'rak"] | @OtherForceUsersOMgguyz


Kiskla was wholly exposed to the Force and it's faucets available on Ossus. Sith and Jedi alike, in varying degrees of expertise were in pain. She could feel familiar signatures, and foreign ones all together.
The blonde took another step backward, keeping her eyes forward.
If the Jedi took Cameron's bait, it would be entertainment for all four, undoubtedly, but they would also be wasting their energies that could be used more efficiently.

​

Slowly, her cells began to radiate again, and the glow of her eyes started to return as the Force fed into her veins. Never before had she felt so in control, and in this moment she didn't feel so bashful of her premature Master. She had earned the title for a reason, and now she would show it beyond tough talk; just as the Sith had wistfully suggested on the neutral space station.
Cameron may have been focused on self-betterment, but Kiskla had an onus as a Master of an organized Order. Yes, that mentality limited her but it also gave her a sense of purpose to fuel her actions. Of course she was curious on her own accord, and developing her own abilities was a prominent desire, but right now it was not forefront.
Speaking of forefront, Syn seemed to get her suggestion and took an initiative to establish himself as her protector. Okay; she would probably need it considering she was wearing whatever was the standard issue from The Republic to it's soldiers.

She made sure Tracyn was intent on preoccupying Cameron before she folded her long legs to a kneel. Immediately, she could feel the mushy ground cake around her knees. But it was more than that. She could feel it's life Force reaching out to her, it's history like twisting threads that wound to a tapestry that revealed it's story of light and dark, and the eternal struggle the planet had been involved with. It had been a sanctuary of knowledge and training, and then of darkness. Kiskla focused on both, now wholly enveloped by the Force's empowering strength. Her cells were bursting with energy and just waiting for her command to take an action.

For Kiskla, there was nothing to lose other than energy (and probably her life). She'd already tasted this moments ago, and it had whet her appetite and encouraged her to continue.

The planet's core was convoluted and churning with darkness and light alike. This was a relief to the Kiffar because it meant less of herself she'd have to lend. Focused more than ever before, she felt Syn's serenity and likelihood to participate before delving into herself and the nexus. Energy was being drained and replaced, ebbing like a constant current. Dark and light twisted; The Sith drawing from their outlet as the Jedi drew from theirs.
Time to cut the plug.

Kiskla reached out to what she felt was the nexus and poured lightside energy into it. Three Sith Masters and a Knight were drawing on the darkness of the core. Kiskla grit her teeth, knitting her brow furiously and reaching out to the ground, supporting herself as her slender body trembled under the toil of expelling the planet's darkness. This was a lot of effort from a single being, luckily, it was coupled with the aid from Daughter who had the light prowess of at least a quarter of the council. It had gone untapped from now. Currently, she was sapping what dark energies she could feel for herself. And slowly, like an eggshell, it was beginning to crack and it's hateful, oily, black energies were hungrily being sucked up by the light entity's counterpart sibling of darkness. This process, coupled with Syn's efforts, would make the dark energies of Ossus less, and less available to the darksiders until they were completely and totally void and the nexus wholly cleansed. She was confident that some Sith were dark in their core, but like herself, she needed her surroundings for more intense tasks and daunting Force abilities. With Syn's aid, the objective was to rid the availability of darkness in the immediate area, therefore reducing the sith to basic techniques at best.
Considering the ailing condition of most of the Jedi engaged in the outskirts, this could be an opportunity to take advantage of should the two councilors succeed (and technially, an entity too).

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@[member="Syn"] | @Mikhail Shorn | @Saki | @Kaine Zambrano | @Daella Apparine | @Darc Xavior Talus | @Marek S'hadar | @Meta


Iella threw herself down into the mud, her foresight telling her of his intentions, she could see moments before the event happened, the whistling sound of the ball bearings only inches away from her, as the flew over the top of her body missing her this time. She lifted her watery mud face up and looked around. Saki now had engaged the Sith, Knight S'hadar and Meta now injured and at the point of collapse, and then she saw Daella. Immediately, Iella jumped to her feet and was about to run to aid Daella .. when she felt it.

The Light Side, powerful and present .. fueling her and seeping into every fibre of her body and soul. From somewhere a powerful Jedi connected to the light side of the force and funneled to the entire surroundings. Iella felt the connection, to the energy looping around her and back, who ever it was, a Jedi she had yet to meet, was cleansing Ossus of Dark Side and the result charging the Jedi in the process. Iella began to channel the energy, and feed of it, this she had done on more then one occasion with Syn.

The Force filling her now she focused on her target, her presence in the force shielded by her necklace and with Jedi Speed, she ran for the Emperor. She would be just blur. His arm raised ready to strike Daella with his blade impale her .. Iella raised her arm and with the added strength of the Light, she sent a shockwave directly to the Emperor, she is very close and wave would hit hard and fast gathering up mud and water as the energy pulse would strike him. The force of it would send him flying, for a great distance and most probably cause injury.

After the wave was released, Iella ignited her saber and readied herself for anything to come.

 

[Atlas Kane]

Outside Jedi Library ruins
Pretty isolated from all other Jedi

The Sith's words were true. The other Sith would hunt her if they believed she was a traitor and still alive. It made sense to wound the Sith and then treat her injuries as fast as possible, so that she may appear like she died, but was stays alive. It was very risky and a lot could go wrong, but he had to do it. With that, his own Lightsaber activated in his hand and he assumed the opening stance for Soresu. The golden blade he was used to seeing gave him a sense of confidence about this situation and he swore he would not fail now. ''Then let's do this and thanks for having enough trust in me that you would allow me to do something so risky.'' With those words spoken, he now awaited the Sith's first attack.

@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]

 

[Cameron Centurion]

The Force was never quite so...simple. However, Cameron permitted what he could feel and see in the very marrow of his bones to continue because it was amusing. Drawing on the inherent darkness of the planet only worked insofar as the inherent darkness of said celestial body was fed. The Force was the Force regardless of location. The concentration of dark or light side energy was the result of a natural inclination developed over time, a lot of time. Could what the Sith did to Ossus be undone? Absolutely, and the massive outpouring of energy from Kiskla was indeed the start, the beginning. However, if any being could permanently change the nature of the Force over as wide an area as a planet, this so-called invasion would have been done long ago.

As a simple matter of fact, the Jedi Master's efforts meant nothing to Cameron. While the natural assistance of dark energies that had permeated the heart and soul of this planet was indeed useful, it was far from necessary. The Force existed in and around all things - even Kiskla's very presence could grant a Sith strength. Underneath it all, her actions to root out the Sith and the power of the dark side were being fueled by an intense, burning desire to take this planet back, to succeed. Strength from emotion, no matter how deeply vested, did exist. It fueled the Force, begged it to respond. There were many that carried amulets and trinkets to draw upon. Granted...most of those people were Sorcerers that could benefit from such reserves. Ashmedai was no sorcerer...what he was had been molded through years of personal loss, being surrounded by death and destruction, and then being punished for showing any sort of remorse or concern. His ability to care about...well...anyone had been stifled from a very young age, and it had only grown worse with time.

Ashmedai's own story was, well, irrelevant to what was presently happening. The amount of stories of strife, success, death, and life presently on Ossus was no doubt stifling. "I see.". It was the only response the Sith Lord offered his Jedi counterparts. What he did grow tired of were the actions of those capable of so much more. Casually and slowly, Ashmedai approached the Jedi before him. Unlike them, he wore no armor. The form-fitting dark blue and grey uniform he wore beneath his cloak was rain-soaked, but the material kept him from worrying about damp clothing hindering his movement. Other than the armorweave construction, Cameron Centurion had only himself and his weapon. More than enough.

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