Invasion The Republic Shall Fall [One Sith Invasion of Coruscant]

[Soeht]

As [member="Darth Shara"] laughed, Daella stood her ground as the foundations of the Temple quaked due to [member="Odium"]'s actions.

Then as [member="Ben Watts"] spoke, Daella simply gestured her right hand to the side - as if dismissing something - and curtly replying, "Nonsense!"

"You think I've ever served the Republic in earnest?" she questioned aloud as her voice grew in intensity.

"If you want to see the fate of democracies, just look at the galaxy as it is now," she continued as she glared at Ben, "Once ruled by a glorious democratic alliance, it tore itself apart. Now, it's fractured into many different states."

For the first time in a very, very long time, Daella's words seemed sincere and heartfelt. From the emotion in her tone, it would have been clear that she believed the One Sith's ideals - whether others judged it right or wrong.

"How often, Master Watts, have you loathed the fact that the Republic is so inept in taking action?" she asked with an even louder voice - as if to drown out the cacophony of battle. Her eyebrows narrowed as her face's expression sharpened. Others, such as [member="Kiskla Grayson"] and [member="Darth Vornskr"], could then hear her as she lifted up her arms to enlarge her lungs' capacity.

"And how often have you scorned the fact that any action by those such as [member="Selena Halcyon"] is reversed the moment such people leave?" she then asked.

"My Lord's Vision is a permanent solution to end this age of chaos," she claimed, "Rather than a temporary measure of peace."

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Jedi Temple Entrance

((OOC: Had to catch up. Save yourself some time if you deem so necessary, find your name and read the paragraph around it. Should give you enough of a gist ))


While Marcello had heard his apprentice call to him, he'd been unfortunately able to immediately depart to render assistance. Yes, the majority of Sith forces had focused heavily on the Jedi Temple, but Marcello had taken the time to ensure some sort of unity of command where the military was concerned. Lest he forget that it was not just the well-trained Jedi under threat of attack. Collateral damage from various uprisings and skirmishes as an off-shoot of the larger attack had run rampant for some time, prompting Marcello to do what he could to safeguard the citizens of Coruscant.

Having finally gotten the local forces of Coruscant fully integrated and effectively managing the civilian population with the slim amount of military forces not engaged in direct battle elsewhere, the Jedi Master returned to the cockpit of his black and blue N-1T once more. The repulsorlift engines roared to life as the vessel rapidly accelerated from the depths of Coruscant's lower levels. The Force was so rife with struggle and death that the various emotions beating through to the very core of the planet were nearly palpable. Focusing his mind, the Jedi Ace rotated the control column as he engaged the sublight bank at full power.

Immediately, the sleek interceptor began rocketing through the air, drawing Marcello dangerously close to several buildings and structures. In fact - it reminded him of a swoop or pod race, forcing adrenaline into his system. The instant the fighter broke through to the clearer, slightly less congested but far more damaged upper levels of Coruscant, the Jedi Master inhaled sharply. There were two people in particular that Marcello was able to pick out of the masses...with effort. It seemed both [member="Kiskla Grayson"] and [member="Ryan Korr"] were in relatively the same area.

The flight to the area surrounding the Jedi Temple was fairly swift. Dipping the wing of the interceptor down slightly, Marcello's glacier-blue eyes searched what was rapidly becoming the ruins of the Jedi Temple once more. To be blunt...people were everywhere, scurrying around amidst flashes of various colors. Any kind of air support he could give would be for naught at the moment, since he did not know precisely where the enemy was or was not. "R9," the Jedi Master quietly intoned to the astromech seated just behind him. "The transports departing the Temple, provide them escort to safety and don't get killed. I'll see you soon buddy."

Overriding the safeties on the canopy locks, Marcello used the repulsors to bring the spacecraft into a brief, stable hover over the top of the High Council pillar. Opening the canopy, he entered the code for it to seal behind him prior to jumping out and onto the angeled surface of the Temple roof. Not the most ideal method of arrival, but he wasn't about to risk some Sith deciding to blast his vessel in the process of landing amidst the considerable rubble near the entrance. Also - the transports needed an escort, and he preferred to waste as little time as possible getting R9 to them.

Using the Force to cushion his impact with the roof, Marcello allowed himself to slide down the roof on his left side. In but an instant, he was free-falling again down the side of the large spire to a section of largely-destroyed roofing. Once again, he used the Force to manage his descent rate and subsequent landing. Immediately and with considerable effort, the Naboo Jedi Master leapt back into the air and vaulted himself over the side of the Temple. Tucking into a roll as he descended, he withdrew the worn cylindrical hilt of his lightsaber and landed near his fellow Jedi Masters, Kiskla, [member="Ben Watts"], and [member="Daella Apparine"] with the dark blue blade of his weapon activated.

For the moment, Marcello allowed himself to digest the situation... Daella was standing near Ben but something about her...seemed different. More importantly, Ben's body language toward her was not what he'd come to expect from the Jedi Master. Kiskla was, shocker, attempting to fight off two Sith all on her own and plenty more Jedi were just trying to escape the collapsing edifice. Strands of blonde hair drooped around focused eyes as Marcello took a brief moment to consider the still-crumbling Temple. Shifting his gaze back to the very, very large Sith that was [member="Darth Shara"], ignoring Kiskla's fight with [member="Darth Vornskr"], Marcello shrugged. "Place needed a makeover. So you're done now?"

Every time. They came, they destroyed some buildings, they left. Literally. Every Sith organization he had ever seen did that. Well, that wasn't entirely fair. Every now and then, they prevailed and stayed before promptly ignoring the planet and moving on all over again. He wondered what they really thought there was to gain from it, ever. Then again...maybe there was no goal. Perhaps they merely desired the struggle, the conflict, forget who was killed or maimed along the way. That sounded fun.

The thought was almost immediately interrupted by a sharp sense of pain and despair...followed by nothing. For now, Marcello ignored the sensation. The greater threat still existed in front of him, and he'd not the time to chase through the Force to the origination of the sensation. Still, he knew what it likely had to meant. Kiskla was plainly alive, directly in front of him. A familiar anger slowly began to bubble beneath the surface of his otherwise calm veneer. His master, now his apprentice.


Funny thing. His anger was not with the Sith at just that moment, nor was it with the Jedi. His failures were his own. Glacier-blue eyes remained planted on the large Sith.

 

[Jsc]

Jedi Temple Debris
Ay: [member="Jedediah Bagely"]
/exit


Sam climbed out over the debris and moved with some caution across the devastated landscape. The explosion of the Temple had given them some breathing room as both ally and enemy shifted to adjust. They could make their escape with minimal interferences.

The blond recovered a downed air speeder near the outskirts of the temple proper and pulled the bodes out from the crash. It didn't smell good. But it was an exit. She gave a salute and a nod to the soldier and strapped herself in. Time to make that withdrawal from combat permanent.

 

[Talon Vosra]

LOCATION: UNDISCLOSED BUILDING NEAR THE BROKEN TEMPLE
OBJECTIVE: RESIST THE DARKSIDE
ALLIES: UNCERTAIN/ [member="Vargent Nordii"]
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Isolda"] and unknown

Music:Brink

Spoiler

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They were within reach of each other, the Sith and he. Emerald orbs met black pearls as he listen to her speak. The woman's voice sounded as if three spoke as one. Myriad voices spoke the frustrating truth. He barely registered the padawan as his own fears became his enemy. He heard the response to the padawan's fears.

"Those sins were of a few not the many, sister. Go, go to Tython. Leave the Sith to me." Talon's eyes never left the prophetess for a second. Was it selfishness, was he as bad as the cold distant Council. Was he like one of them who had time and again made advances on padawans and young women in the temple? Was he no better than the Jedi who thought themselves Gods among throngs of fodder? He was begining to wonder.

Within moments of the Sith woman returning her gaze on him the world began to spin. They were ripped away through countless light years. His head swam, his stomach leapt and the urge to retch would have been understandable for anyone to feel.

Suddenly he saw as if through a light haze a room of circular design. The floor slightly sloped for drainage of liquids. Chains were set into floor and ceiling. It was certain those chains could retract into both ceiling and floor at the touch of a button and there pulled taught between the bonds was the diminutive form of his dearest friend. Her blonde tresses hung about her sweet face as sweat and tears made the blonde locks cling to pale skin. Her delicate features were twisted in anguish and Talon lunged forward to lightsabers alive in an instant. The love that had been but a bud opened as compassion and empathy filled him. His desire to save her, take her place, do anything for her was all he felt. The sabers did nothing as the passed through where the chains should have been and the cold hand of reality gripped his heart. The light sabers, turned off.

'Clack click clack' the metal hilts struck a floor. He stared up into he blue eyes as he realized he could do nothing.

"No...Kira" his once strong voice was naught but a choked whisper as he looked down at her torn flesh. Ten thousand lifetimes could never wipe the pain away from his soul as he thought of her pain. If you said that in that moment you heard a crack louder than those that took the temple then Talon would have believed you, because then and there the pieces of his heart shattered and fell at the blonde jedi's feet. Talon could have been knocked over with a breath as his knees colided with the floor.

"Where is she?" his voice came out in a weak whisper that the Sith may not have even heard as his sugar filled tears poured from his eyes. His pain so great his sadness so complete that his clear liquid tears slowly became tinged with dark green. His strain against his desire the murder the prophetess and the anguish ober being unable to help his friend was becoming an insurmountable weight. Green tint turned solid as he weakly stood and turned on the Sith woman. Blood filled tears dripped on the cold lifeless floor as he looked over to her. Only the knowledge that Kira wpuld never love a Darkling kept him from embracing his anger and hate.

"Where is she?" His voice came at last strong and foreboding, "Take me to her now."

 

[Darth Naomi]

Voided cuz stuff, I'll repost

 

[Darth Odium]

LOCATION: 10km FROM JEDI TEMPLE ON THE BACK OF A SPEEDER TRUCK
OBJECTIVE: GET BREAKFAST
ALLIES: CREDIT CHIPS
ENEMIES: BEING MUTE


The Nautolan Sith slowly rolled over and crawled to the edge of the truck. With a mighty pull he dropped himself over the edge and lay there for a few moments as his ribs screamed in protest. He slowly, with the aid of the sid eof the truck got to his feet and stumbled into the speeder truck stop/ dinner and stumbled to a booth. His black eyes searched for a menu that was not there. A serving droid arrived to take his order and he realized he could not even speak telepathically to the droid.

"What'll ya have honey?" The droid asked.

Odium blinked and then pressed the sides of his hands together then opened and closed his palms together like a book or a menu. The droid simply stared at him.

"We don't have anything with wings sweety." The droid said unsure of what the green mute was expressing.

Odium frowned and pulled out his datapad. He activated the stylus and began drawing a picture of a cup of caff and a stack of waffles with a berry on top.

"Oh! I see what you want." The droid said with an actual chipper tone, "be right up in a few minutes."

Odium clapped his hands happily and smiled as the droid hovered away.

'Blew up the Jedi Temple and Ordered breakfast without help!' He thought, 'This is the best day of my life!'

He sat and felt the triumphant jubilation of his hearts as the caff was sat in front of him. Even his ribs couldn't sour his mood now. He sipped his caff and thought about how he was certainly Darth material now when the droid returned. His mouth turned down in a frown as the plate of flat cakes were sat in front of him. These were not waffles! Odium look3d at the droid and yelled at it with telepathy but the drpid simply hovered away without hearing a word. With a sigh he resigned himself to his fate and began eating.

'Odium the Temple Breaker.' He thought, 'defeated by ordering breakfast.'

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Jedi Temple Entrance
Objective: Smush Kiskla
Allies: [member="Darth Shara"] | [member="Daella Apparine"]
Enemies: [member="Kiskla Grayson"] | [member="Ben Watts"]
Battal Musik: "Hanging by a thread" - Currents

Vornskr's blades slammed into Kiskla's, but the Jedi's defense held for the moment. It was quite the scene, two eternal enemies locked in combat while the symbol of Jedi ignorance began to crumble around them. While his mask retained it's impassiveness, Vornskr's face underneath was set in a deep snarl as he forced himself upon Kiskla's blades, sparks flying left and right from the contact. Lightning from Kiskla's fingers danced across their crossed blades to strike at Vornskr, the bolts arcing across his armored gauntlets and bracers before Vornskr's knowledge of tutaminis allowed him to absorb a portion of the lightning and channel it into himself. The Jedi then pivoted on her right, and sent her blade right into Vornskr's armored torso, but to no avail.

Vornskr's armor, the plated portions at least, were made out of phrik and thus impervious to lightsabers. However; there were gaps in spots like the armpit that could be exploited by a lightsaber, as the only protection underneath the phrik plates was a durasteel chainmail shirt and boiled leather. Vornskr deactivated one lightsaber, and with the back of his gauntleted hand he smacked Kiskla's stabbing lightsaber away from his torso, although the movement was awkward due to the closeness between the two combatants. Luckily, Vornskr was a master at hand-to-hand combat that required the opponent to be this close to him, and without warning he deactivated his other lightsaber and fell upon Kiskla with his full weight to try and pin her to the floor.

From there he would attempt to strike at her most vulnerable points whenever he could, which included the face and neck.

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

JEDI TEMPLE RUINS: Landing Pad, Near Steps
ALLIES: [member="Daella Apparine"], [member="Darth Shara"], [member="Darth Vornskr"]
ENEMIES: [member="Ben Watts"]
It felt as if talons were piercing her lungs. Needles had been poked in nearly every area of exposed skin. Medicine was plastered over burns and workers melded spare metals over her armor. Nearby her helmet was on the floor. Had she been wearing it, things might have gone differently. The thought made her scowl. "Doing good Ven. Did you hear? Apparently we had a spy in the Order this whole time. Isn't that great?" Sanya, the nurse, said. Lady sure was chatty. But it felt oddly... good. For that, the spawn didn't scream, didn't flinch, didn't complain at all. Even when a burning substance was slathered onto the back of her neck. "Jedi can be fools, can't they? We will crush what little of them remain." Sayna smiled and nodded. Huh. She seems like a rather decent lass. Perhaps she'll work with the beast again sometime. That would be interesting, would it not? Soon Ven was mostly healed up. Her armor was still beat up- but it was good enough for now. Before she left she picked her helm up... would it work? Eh, it's worth a try. The woman tried forcing it onto her head. Somehow it fit, though her horns cut through, oddly sticking out of the top. Perhaps this was not a good idea. Oh well.

Now was the time to return to battle. Who should she fight this time? Ah, here comes a Republic trooper, ready to-... Nope, he's dead. What about this- her too. Great. This is going to be so much fun. There, in the distance, a few Jedi, along with a couple Sith. Why were they talking instead of fighting? Oh... "My Lord's vision is a permenant solution to end this age of chaos. Rather than a temporary measure of peace." In that moment things started to make sense. This must be the 'spy' who infiltrated the order. Interesting. Those near her? Dark Lords and members of the Bathrobe Brigade. Soon to start squabbling, of course. Yet some, for now, remained unmoving. Somehow either unable to process this information, or unwilling to act against it. Ven started to approach, keeping a few meters back. She was only a little more than a foot shorter than Shara, making her tower over his companions. For a moment the Force Dead creature hung back. Watching. Waiting. "I am here to serve, should you need it, master." The words were filled with a sarcastic sense of loyalty, directed mostly at Daella. When would this fight start?

 

[Not Ordo]

LOCATION: A GALAXY FAR FAR AWAY
OBJECTIVE: COVER THE INVASION FOR 6 O'CLOCK NEWS
ALLIES: ALL THE ADORING FANS (STILL PLEASE DON'T SHOOT MEH)
ENEMIES: BLASTER BOLTS, LOGIC, BEING NOT ALIVE.

"WHAT THE HELL!. DID YOU SEE THAT! BY THE BEARD OF DISTA! THE FREAKING TEMPLE IS SHOOTING FLAMES AND TOWERS ARE FALLING!" Jek screamed into the camera droid.

Jek looked out at the temple and the fighting saber jockeys. This, this was getting crazy. He watched as ships came out of nowhere and began air strikes and dogfoghts in the atmosphere. His hand that he had been hiding behind his back from the camera lifted a half empty bottle of scotch to his lips and took a long drink.

"By the great girth of Popo this is going to make me famous." He whispered before he turned to the camera, "ladies and gentle beings of the galaxy. This is Jek Floggerty on site risking life and limb to bring you first hand footage of the Jedi temple being destroyed by an as yet unknown force."

The various camera droids all sent footage and one by one the screen showed close ups of various fights and areas of the temple collapsing. It even showed a blurry image of a Nautolan leaping out of the temple and crashing into a speeder truck.

"The footage you just saw was close up footage on the battle being waged at the Jedi Temple that is on going." Jek said as dramatically as he could possibly ham. "I will continue to heroically cover this on going battle for you people of the galaxy. As always you stay classy Holonet and now to sports."

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Location: Jedi Temple Entrance | Top of the stairs
Objective: Don't get permanently smushed by fatty [member="Darth Vornskr"] -- see if anything can be done for [member="Ryan Korr"].
Allies: [member="Ben Watts"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"]
Nemeses: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Shara"] | [member="Daella Apparine"] | [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]
Music Choice, in all appropriateness to the situation.


Kiskla wanted to scream at Ben to do something -- to strike Daella down for the words she was saying. Kiskla's blade sizzled, leaving only a burn against the Sith Lord's torso and she gasped angrily. While she vented her frustration with a gust of wind from her lungs, she felt the weights of her holds shift -- soon her lightsabers had no other plasma opponents. Since she was was angled against him, his quick turn to pin her took her by surprise. Although it shouldn't have. Antares had done that to her so many times as a Padawan that she mentally kicked herself. Defensively, she reacted, crossing both blades once more over her torso as her shoulder blades slammed into the marble of the steps. She looked like a sleeping Pharaoh, with crossed goods held so near her chest. On impact, Kiskla winced, and forced upward on her blades, testing his weight and the resilience of his armour. She wasn't good at determining metals, but she wouldn't waste her effort. Being over 200lbs, plus armour, didn't give Kiskla much wiggle room. In a battle of strengths, she'd have to retreat with a tail between her legs.

But that was not her style.

When she pushed against his embossed torso, and burned hopelessly against the metal, the woman was activating a sense of sight that not many were privileged enough to pursue. It would take some time, but if Vornskr wished to maintain this nearness, that would work to her benefit. Until then, she tucked her chin forward as much as possible -- unfortunately bringing herself nearer to those hollow, glowing red slits in his helmet. The curled clip over the hollowed place for the nose even scratched between her eyes, drawing a dot of blood. She adjusted the position of her fists, tilting her thumbs toward her chest until they ground against her collarbone -- enough strength for the levy to be worth something more than a slight prickle. The two cerulean blades tilted their tips upwards, scathing against the sides of his phrik-coated torso and toward the area beneath his arms. Traditionally, armour had gaps there, the elbows and behind the knees. She was hoping that her blades would bite into his flesh.
Simultaneous to this adjustment, Kiskla leveraged her own weight; which was half of her opponents that was threatening to crush her bones even now. With a decisive shift of her hips, Kiskla's right leg looped around the back of her opponent's left knee as she summoned the strength of The Force to her aid. With this additional boost, she shouldered him with her left shoulder, and kneed with her left knee, while working to keep their twisted legs as the axis and anchor for this move. If all went right, his underarms would be severely burnt and it would cause enough surprise for her to leverage the boost of The Force to be on top, rather than beneath. And then she'd use her blades like scissors and snip his head off.

Woah, grim.

 

[Adele Adonai]

L O C A T I O N : J E D I T E M P L E - running towards the front of the Jedi Temple.
O B J E C T I V E : Saving Private Korr -- and Maya
A L L I E S : [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Maya Whitelight"]
E N E M I E S : None

Time meant nothing. Only mere shadows dancing on the walls as the Jedi Temple continued it’s collapse.

Deft feet allowed the Jedi Healer to avoid the large cracks upon the floor, as the Force went screaming a cry of warning. There was a disturbance in the Force. So great as the pillars came tumbling down, A’dele spun her head towards the direction it called her.

Her attention befell upon a young woman, who upon inspection was wounded. Without hesitation, the young Zabrak went rushing to her aid, as her arms went wrapping around her. A hand went upon the woman’s back, a warm glow rushing through the flesh upon the woman as the Jedi Healer quickly sent a healing wave of the force to accelerate her healing, at least enough to allow her to walk on her own.

“Are you able to walk?” she asked her, attempting to help her along. “We must move swiftly.” another shudder tore through the ground as a massive crack went ripping between their feet.

“Come!” came her urging, as she led the Zeltron female towards the front of the Jedi Temple, utilizing the Force to grant her strength to aid the injured Jedi along. A small group of Jedi followed suit, rushing to get out of the collapsing temple.

It was then that they came across an Eldorai male. With a nudge, A’dele turned towards the two Jedi Padawans.

“Quickly, take him!” she ordered, as the two went to pick up Ryan Korr, the ground shuddering underneath them. One Jedi Knight, a male Bothan, spun his blade to block an incoming stream of blasterfire, protecting the healer and the wounded as they went rushing away from the temple.

A group of medics and a squad of Republic commandos soon join the fray, taking point for the Evac.

 

[Vahtik De'Gorrei]

LOCATION: Area Surrounding Temple Ruins
ALLIES: None
ENEMIES: None
NEAR: [member="Darth Isolda"], [member="Talon Vosra"]
Of course, she was right. The Jedi had failed in trying to protect their people. Innocents were dead. They would continue dying. This wouldn't be over. How foolish had the Republic been, to believe the Sith were truly gone? One can not kill a belief. Out of the darkness it will always return. Even stronger than before. 'Good' and 'Evil' would forever fight against each other. None would ever truly win- not forever. And as Varge sat, as she listened, she learned. Nothing was safe. The only way to survive, to protect those you love, is to become the strongest. So if the Sith were the winners of this battle... that made them strong. Switching sides wasn't such an easy thing. It wouldn't happen instantly. But she knew she wouldn't return to the white-robed warriors. Not for a long, long time at least.
"You are right, of course. I refuse to be fooled by them any longer..."

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Sith flank
Objective: Kill more Jedi
Allies: [member="Alen Na'Varro"]
Enemies: [member="Tallia Farn"], [member="Popo"], any other Jedi/Republic

The moment both of his weapons found their destination, he decloaked himself, breathing heavily after maintaining Force cloak for so long. It was worth it though. Avreet watched as both crimson plasma beams effortlessly went through the young Jedi's body, burning through his flesh as if it was nothing but air. Unfortunately, as the Sith Knight noticed upon looking at the body falling from his blades, he had missed the heart according to the placement of the two holes. So unprofessional. The Jedi's presence in the Force drastically faded away, though refused to disappear completely. Although the thought of removing the Padawan's head crossed his mind, the chance of him dying without intense medical care was fairly high. "You should have retreated when you had the chance. What a shame." Darth Veles stated and uncaringly darted his eyes from one fighting group to another, apparently deciding who to join. Kneeling next to the body for a while and feasting on the Dark Side and death looming over the planet to regain most of the lost energy, his cybernetic eye continued its search through the small skirmishes all over the place. While all of them presented an interesting opportunity, his gaze eventually fell upon a heavily armed and armored Hutt accompanied by a young Jedi girl, fighting against a lone Force user. Typical Jedi, they never fight fair.

Rising back to his feet, he offered the body one last glance before igniting the twin lightsabers in his webbed hands and cloaking himself again, bending light and sound surrounding him and quickly disappearing from the battlefield as if he was never there. Dark fire burned in his heart, the hate he felt towards the cursed Jedi made him stronger and more focused, strengthening the connection to the Dark Side of the Force and allowing him to draw power more effectively. A slight crouch as he measured the distance between himself and the combatants while the Force gave his legs the power to carry him to incredible heights and the young Sith shot up into the air. One jump and the Mon Cal Sith flew towards the enemies, his intention to take out the Jedi brat just like he did with the previous one. The landing made no noise, just as the lightsabers, as he silenced all the sounds that might reveal his presence. Focused solely on the brat, Veles did the same thing as before; launching himself towards the back of the young Jedi, both of his lightsabers seeking to impale her through her upper turso. Why bother to sneak if nobody could see, feel, or hear him? The shots that rained at her did not worry him much; if nothing else, it distracted her a bit and he doubted any stray bullet would hit him.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Jedi Temple Entrance
Objective: Continue to smoosh Kiskla, maybe buy her dinner afterwards
Allies: [member="Darth Shara"] | [member="Daella Apparine"] | [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]
Enemies: [member="Kiskla Grayson"] | [member="Ben Watts"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"]
Battal Musik: "Hanging by a thread" - Currents

The smell of burning metal, and then singed flesh permeated the air horribly as Kiskla's lightsabers cut into the openings in Vornskr's armor. He audibly snarled at Kiskla as she wailed on him with her knee and shoulder, and began to cut underneath his arms with her sabers. While his physical body continued to try and hammer away at her vulnerable areas, while also welcoming her embrace and further pinning her down, his mind extended itself with the Force. In a surreal way it accessed the damage being done to the body, and located the cause of said damage while also formulated a way to resolve this threat efficiently. With the Force he reached out towards the threat, which happened to be both of her lightsabers.

Mechu-Deru allowed one to analyze the schematic of any mechanical device almost instantly, among other advantages, but Vornskr had an extensive knowledge of the lightsaber. He had built many himself, for his own use, the most recent being the two now deactivated in his fists. With the Force he reached out to Kiskla's lightsabers, and attempted to manipulate key components within them to render them temporarily useless, at least he hoped. It had worked well enough against apprentices and knights, but Vornskr had never fully tested his ability to manipulate a Jedi's lightsaber with a full-fledged Master as skilled as Grayson.

It would be an interesting experiment.

 

[Darth Isolda]

Location: Undisclosed location near the Jedi Temple
Objective: To convince
Allies: All Sith -- potentially [member="Vargent Nordii"]
Enemies: [member="Talon Vosra"]
Music Selection: 300 Rise of an Empire


Ever so slowly, the Eye of the Dark Lord bore her pitch black gaze upon the shuddering and desperate form of the Zelosian Jedi Master. He was shattering, that much was clear. It was evident in his despair, in his inner turmoil with his demons as well as that which held his affection.

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“The ͟Ģoddess d͢oes̀ n̶o̶t w͠i̕th͏h̢ol͘d h̛er̵ ̶ble̡ssi͞ng͏s̡,̢ J̶e͟di̷.̨” she began softly, confidently, “I ͞ca͝n͟ ļe͡ad ̨yo̷u ̴t̴o ̧h҉er…̡ b̛u̧t͘ y̧ou múst͝ c͟h͟o̧o̴se.̨ T͡hat̕ cho̢i͢ce ҉ẃi̴ll͟ d͞e͏t̶e̛r̀ḿine͜ he͡r Fat̛e̷.̴ ͟ Yo͡u͞ can ̢sav͠ę he̡r…” There was a sudden whirl of the midsts as the Oracle’s eyes began to swirl much like a Nautolan’s, as dark as the void and reflecting the various scenarios of Kira’s fate.

One would be her death. Another had her in Talon’s arms, breathing, but barely, a former scared shadow of what she was. Yet another showed an altogether different version; dark, twisted, with citrine eyes narrowed in hate and anger, a snarl upon her face, the Darkside twisted her visage as the cerulean coils of lightning erupted from her fingers, the roar of a crowd behind her cheered her on.

“..͡.̵or͢ ļea͡v̨e ̛he̢r̡ to҉ ̨a ̵F̸at͞e͏ ͢m̵úch́ wor̷se t̷h͠an ̸d͜e̕a҉t́h̛.̧.” only to lift her head up towards the Jedi Padawan, a hand extended out towards her in beckoning.

“T͏he̴ ̷D̴a̧rk Lord̨ ̧see̸k̶s ̷tr͡ųt͞h ̵am͞o͞ng͘ t͜h̡e͘ dar̶k̛n̡ess̕.̨ ̧Hís ̶vi҉s͝i̶on ̷i͞s ҉to͟ ͝s̀e̴e̕ a uńited ̛n͡ati͏oǹ. ͠ Ąn or͟de͝r ̕tò th͢e c̷h́a͠os. ͘ ͠Th̡e ͡wáy ̡of̕ th̕e ̛Jeḑi͝ ha̧s̡ b҉ec̷o̸me ̢cor͡ru͝ṕt҉,̨ ̢ w͠e̶ ̸a̢i̢m̧ t̕o̢ ̶give ̸t́h͠e ̢g̀àlaxy͞ i̵t͟’́s̀ pros̸p͟e͢rit͟y҉ ̴t͟h̀rǫug͠h̶ ̶òŗd̕er̴.” there was the seemingly gentlest of expression upon the Oracle’s face.

“ No̶ ̕ḩa͡rm̵ şh҉all ͞be͠fa͘l͘l ҉th͝e c͞iti̛z̵en̕’s̡ o҉f̛ ̛C͏or̷ųsc͞a̧n̢t̛ w͠h͟o ̧tru͘s̷t i͠n ́H̕is ͘jųdge̛men̨t.̷ ̸ We̷ ͢o͝n̶ly̕ seék͜ ͟ţo ͏b͝r҉i̛ng a knowl̢e̡dge ҉o̷f ͝s͠anct҉u̵a̶ry̷ ͢in͞ H͟is̵ pow̕er͟,̀ ̴ H̀įs̷ ̷ģlory. ͠

I can ̡s̛how yơu ̕w҉h̛a̧t̡ sha͡l̶l c̀o͡mé ̶to p̴ass.̢ I͞ń i̴t yo͡u͘ şh̕all̶ ̧see̴ thè dęli͘g̶ht i͠n H̛i͡s̸ ̶eyes̷ a̵t ́t͞he͟ p̕r̶ośpe͏r͢it͏y He ͏s̶h̀all͜ ̡be͡stow ͡u̴p̨on͝ ͝t͏h̕os͏e̕ w̛hǫ ̡s̀ta͏nd ͘b̕esi̸d̵é ̷h̀i͝m ͜t͜o̕ r̷ig̴ht̕ ͠this͏ g͟a̶l͘a̧x̨y͜ onc͞e͘ a͢n͢ḑ fo͝r̀ ́all.“

Her eyes went boring onto Vargent, reading her through the Force. Images and visions swirled within the Eye of the Dark Lord’s mind. For the Jedi, she revealed to her the truth of the future. Of the rule with the Dark Lord’s vision. Of a united galaxy brought to order. Safety. Security. Protection for all.

An end of senseless death with no reasoning. It was a glorious future. And she could be part of that.

“Come̶ ͜V̢àrge҉nt Ǹo͟rd̡i̕i̛. Fo̕r ̨t҉he ͜G̨od̨des҉s͜ ͢ha̕s͠ a pl͏an f̷or ̡y͏ou.̛ A̷ de͞śt́in͏y.”

 

[Darth Armyss]

Location: Jedi Temple -Archives
Opponent: [member="Vilox Pazela"]
Objective: Defeat "Darth Vazela" and retrieve Sith Holocrons

The Acolyte, despite his best efforts, succumbed to the 'Mind Domination' technique, although he seemed to struggle against it for a bit, his lightsaber blades very nearly making contact with the undercover Sith before he stopped, deactivated his lightsabers and stopped dead (not literally dead, but you get the idea) in his tracks, a blank stare upon his face. Of course, his mind was none the wiser in spite of its brief resistance. That being said, now that he was made docile, Lord Vazela might discover that he wasn't exactly an easy mind to read, his memories seemingly in the eye of a proverbial storm of thoughts and emotions. However, there was some information available at this point: the Sith Lord leading the attack was known as Darth Shara, though there were other high-ranked Sith Lords involved in the campaign, and the objective was the complete domination of Coruscant and the elimination of the Jedi, though the latter was probably obvious anyway. With a bit more effort, some more information might be revealed.
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Meanwhile, in his own mind, Albrecht had no idea what was actually going on as his mind played out the duel by itself. Vazela's attack was a typical opening move from Ataru, he recognized, but not the one he had expected. He blocked the incoming attack with one blade, then brought the other lightsaber around to grip his foe's weapon between the two lightsabers, then made a quick pulling motion off to his left side in an attempt to disarm the adversary.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Location: Jedi Temple Entrance | Top of the stairs
Objective: DO NOT SCIENCE IN COMBAT.
Allies: [member="Ben Watts"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"]
Nemeses: [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Music: R. Empire


Apparently that didn't work, and because of the weight of the metal she was wriggling against, bruises would definitely soon be surfacing on her shoulders and knees. Even her ankle ached when the anchor-twist failed; her teeth clenched to prevent the satisfaction of a scream reaching his ears. She dropped her foot. Time for a new tactic.

The Force glimmered a warning, like a fist pounding on a door. At first, Kiskla wasn't sure the direction she should be concerned about, then she put two-and-two together. Since her body wasn't the problem (that seemed well-pinned) her blades were. They were causing him pain when the nimble girl couldn't. They were currently her life-line, until she could think of something better. Nay, until she could conjure something better --- but she was still searching his thoroughly plated armour.


Kiskla wasn't a mentalist by trade, actually, she wasn't really anything by trade. She did, however, have a strong understanding of the mind and what was necessary to do in order to persuade it. It had been one of the oldest tricks of The Jedi that had fascinated her when she was young, and she had used it ever since. Although [member="Darth Vornskr"]'s intentions weren't exactly known, she could feel a tremor pulsing from the crystals that kept her blades ignited. It was indication enough. Through the helmet, beyond the skull, Kiskla wove herself into the coils of his mind. She expected to see frantic centipedes wriggling within the confines of his skull -- she was met with nothing. Light eyes widened in horror. He was like Kei Amadis, her Padawan of long ago who could resist her mental surges. It made communication between them difficult. And that made this that much more difficult. She'd have to intercept in another fashion.


As a precaution, she disengaged her blades and pressed the fingertips that had been curled around the hilts against his breastplate. The Force ripped through her, from her mind and skipped over her elbow joints, wrist, knuckles and finally poured out her fingertips. This armour was karking heavy, and she needed help with that. It was also well forged. She had initially thought each lapping layer would have a gap beneath it, but it was merely raised metal for effect. Where the metals connected at his stomach-plate however, there was an adjustment in the forging. Someone had welded it thoroughly, but the transition of metals were all she needed to introduce a shattering technique to the metal which should ripple from his core and out toward the shoulders. She expected to make it rain phrik.

 

[Tallia Farn]

Coruscant - Jedi Temple flank
Objective - Take back the home front
Allies - [member="Popo"]
Victims - [member="Alen Na'Varro"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Dak Canton"]

Tallia launched forward at Alen. Yes, she recognized him. His dark force signature was a dead giveaway. It didn't change what she had to do though. She unleashed a whirlwind of lightsaber attacks imbued with the force. They struck at him with deadly intensity far beyond that of Tallia's own strength. Hopefully, with the help of the Hutt, who was holding his own extremely well in the fight, she'd get some solid hits on him.

She was distracted when a trio of bullets rained down on her. With the aid of the force, she dodged them. She caught another volley with one of her lightsabers. Tallia could sense the attacker, but he wasn't her most pressing concern. The distraction had caused a rift between her and the duel. She needed to get back into the fight if they were going to win this. Tallia was moving in again when she felt a gust of wind at her back. No sound nor tremor in the force. The air current was all she had to go by.

Now was not the time to ignore instinct though. She spun around and grinned when she saw the lightsabers glowing. Tallia's blades clashed against the cloaked Sith's. It was a close call, and had caught her unawares, but she recovered quickly. She guessed that the blow would cause his illusion to break. Then the real fight could begin. He was Mon Calamarian, and very angry. "And you are?" She asked "Let me guess, is it Mr. Fish? Or maybe Dark Lord of the Fish?" She wasn't usually speciesist, but she liked getting under an opponents skin. "I like you, so I'll give you some advice." She locked sabers with him and leaned in to his face. "I would suggest leaving while you still have the chance." She broke away and took a step back. "Dark-siders always lose. It's in your nature. So I'd quit while your up."

 

[Antares]

Location: Manarai Heights.
Objective: Give no mercy.

Before the four-armed Yuuzhan Vong could even respond to his advances upon him, his lightsaber was suddenly pointing to a woman, a Chiss with a Bogan Aura. She had dared to get in his way, and it vexed him in a way that was probably not right for one such as Antares Windu.

"Get. Out. Of. The. Way." Said the voice of Antares, it was more of a growl that was uttered from his throat. It was barely louder than the battle and slaughter that was ensuing around them. The guards that had manned the wall were being cut down by the Horde's host, soon it would only be him being outnumbered by the enemy.

Soon he would die.

Unless he killed these two beings in his way. The time for a second lightsaber hadn't come, using Makashi with a single lightsaber was the way he fought, and the woman would learn this.

"Time to die." He said, but instead of charging her, he got out of his ready position and snapped his free hand to the side - off of the wall, and then the Force came in the form of a push at her side.

[member="Tsavong Kraal"] would have to wait.

[member="Sokrai Ronaro"]

 

[Lord Eclipsion]

Location: Manarai Heights.
Objective: Give no mercy.

Before the four-armed Yuuzhan Vong could even respond to his advances upon him, his lightsaber was suddenly pointing to a woman, a Chiss with a Bogan Aura. She had dared to get in his way, and it vexed him in a way that was probably not right for one such as Antares Windu.

"Get. Out. Of. The. Way." Said the voice of Antares, it was more of a growl that was uttered from his throat. It was barely louder than the battle and slaughter that was ensuing around them. The guards that had manned the wall were being cut down by the Horde's host, soon it would only be him being outnumbered by the enemy.

Soon he would die.

Unless he killed these two beings in his way. The time for a second lightsaber hadn't come, using Makashi with a single lightsaber was the way he fought, and the woman would learn this.

"Time to die." He said, but instead of charging her, he got out of his ready position and snapped his free hand to the side - off of the wall, and then the Force came in the form of a push at her side.

[member="Tsavong Kraal"] would have to wait.

[member="Sokrai Ronaro"]

Sokrai's blade swung at Antares, but was stopped when she was pushed to the side. She was nearly flung off, but force powered acrobatics always come in handy. She landed behind Windu, and slashed at his legs, and flipped in front and made a downward and very dramatic downward slice. Ataru was what she was trained in, and she was becoming quite skilled at it, improving every day.