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

[Vahtik De'Gorrei]

LOCATION: Area Surrounding Temple Ruins:
ALLIES: [member="Darth Isolda"]
ENEMIES: Potentially [member="Talon Vosra"]
MUSIC: Three Cheers for Five Years
She called... and oh, oh I wanted to answer. One of her arms so casually reached out, beckoning me forth... How could I ignore her? How could I turn away from this? An end to the chaos. That is what I want. Now there is a means to an end. A beautiful, strong, wondrous means. Together... together the Sith can stop the madness. I know that now. The future has been shown to me. What great powers she carries... Which means her master must be even stronger. Amazing. So much potential for greatness. This is what I want. To stand by them. TO BRING ORDER TO THIS GALAXY. YES. Vargent stood up, a light smirk starting to grace her features as she walked over to the older woman. Slowly she reached out, letting her fingertips gently brush against Moira's. "That sounds wondrous. I would be honored if you would let me stand next to you..." Then she turned to Talon, curious as to how he would respond to what he witnessed. Would he accept things? Or continue to fight against the truth?

 

[Antares]

Location: Manarai Heights.
Objective: Kill a Chiss Sith.

His force push hadn't been as useful as he had thought it would be, instead of knocking her off of the wall, it had gotten her behind him with the aid of her own Force acrobatics.

The Force was useful indeed.

That's why when she had glided over him and behind him, he had simply taken two quick steps forwards, and her lightsaber made contact with nothing. He moved with grace, and faster from his days of training physically.

He was made for this.

When she made her downward slice, his lightsaber snapped into a high guard, while simultaneously throwing his right hand straight into her chest and releasing a force push practically point blank into her form.

[member="Sokrai Ronaro"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Jedi Temple Entrance
Objective: Suck Kiskla Dry (Giggity)
Allies: [member="Darth Shara"] | [member="Daella Apparine"] | [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]
Enemies: [member="Kiskla Grayson"] | [member="Ben Watts"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"]
Battal Musik: "Break those bones who sinews gave it motion" - Meshuggah

The tactic worked, in a sense, but then renewed flares of threat surged through Vornskr's mind as the Jedi Master now sat to sunder his breastplate. He brought both of his hands down to grab at her hair or shoulders, attempting to wrench her away from his chest, but the enclosed space was now working against him. Perhaps the threat of violent scalping would persuade the Jedi into trying to go for his hands instead of his chest, but alas it was not to be so. Vornskr's breastplate had been breached through shatterpoint, and with an audible pop the intertwined plates of phrik fell out of alignment and began to thunder down upon Kiskla, revealing the chainmail shirt and boiled leather underneath. No doubt the plates would cause some damage on their own right, but phrik was normally a light metal that allowed the wear increased mobility despite wearing large armor.

The rage that began to bubble and boil from Vornskr could be tasted in the air, and with a ravenous roar of annoyance and hatred and completely fell upon Kiskla, trying now to just get a firm grip on her with his hands. His body began to glow a sickly green, translucent fog billowing out of him like a machine giving off steam, but it was if the fog had a mind of it's own. It twirled and twisted itself towards Kiskla, attempting to smother her in it's sickly embrace. Tendrils of fog began to billow out from Vornskr's hands as well, leeching the life from the air as they sought to latch onto fresh meat. Should Vornskr gain a firm hold upon the Jedi Master, the devastating effects of Force Drain would begin to literally suck the life from her, further empowering Vornskr like some macabre vampire. All the while Vornskr snarled deeply as he attempted to siphon the life from Kiskla.

Meanwhile; the temple continued to crumble around them, large chunks of debris crashing around them. The section of the roof above the two combatants was slowly crumbling away, and within a few minutes it would cave away and come crashing down, whether they were still there fighting or not.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: MedEvac from Jedi Temple
Objective: Survive
Ally: @A'dele Adonai

Bleary eyes blinked open. Ryan stared aimlessly. Pain. So much pain. He felt hands pick him up and begin to drag him off the battlefield. He heard the voice of Knight Adonai. Rescued. He was being rescued. Not dead.... He wouldn't die here, in the rubble of his home. Part of him wished he would. Korr's consciousness began to fade. So much pain. He let oblivion take him.

 

[Lord Eclipsion]

Location: Manarai Heights.
Objective: Kill a Chiss Sith.

His force push hadn't been as useful as he had thought it would be, instead of knocking her off of the wall, it had gotten her behind him with the aid of her own Force acrobatics.

The Force was useful indeed.

That's why when she had glided over him and behind him, he had simply taken two quick steps forwards, and her lightsaber made contact with nothing. He moved with grace, and faster from his days of training physically.

He was made for this.

When she made her downward slice, his lightsaber snapped into a high guard, while simultaneously throwing his right hand straight into her chest and releasing a force push practically point blank into her form.

[member="Sokrai Ronaro"]

Sokrai, extremely angered that she missed this, realized at the last second, that she was going to be force pushed. So, right as he raised his hand to send her flying, she threw her lightsaber straight at his torso, using all her concentration to not let get thrown with her.

And it worked. As she went flying, she didn't see the saber fly with her. Sokrai hit the ground with a heavy thud, winding her. As she gasped for breath, she saw a guard rush at her, knife unsheathed and ready to stab her. She swiftly grabbed him by the head, and with much effort, snapped his neck. He gasped, and collapsed to the ground. Poor sap. She thought about the poor soldier, as she turned to the Knight.

[member="Antares Windu"]

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Location: Jedi Temple Entrance | Top of the stairs
Objective: Live, conquer. Fight.
Allies: [member="Ben Watts"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"]
Nemeses: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Shara"] | [member="Daella Apparine"]

Through clenched teeth, Kiskla yelped when her head was pulled back and exposed her throat. Still, her grip was steadfast and determined. The metal shattered, and pelted against her own torso which flexed in a weird self-defence. It would mean more bruises, when this was over.

The whisps of gold were not unbeknownst to her. Kiskla had been a victim of Force Sever once—or rather, an attempt — by her late master. It had resulted in his death. This however, was something far different. A gasp was induced and she squirmed, arching her back and angry now. It was a strange type of anger, one that wasn’t really directed to anyone but herself and the — yes.

By nature, the Kiffar was a fickle creature. She was also blunt. Apparently, this close-quarters no longer worked for her because it was was cutting her too close for comfort. A light haze drifted over her eyes, almost a glassy look, before a rumble conjured within her. It would be the same expelling of agitation as she had on Katarr — and that had levelled the field. It would be more pointed now.

Without any sort of warning, Kiskla mustered what grip she could, and that which squirmed within her veins through the alchemical prison on her wrist, a thunderous telekinetic wave rolled from her body. It would succeed what her physical could not, and throw [member="Darth Vornskr"] from his dominant position. It caused her to break her focus on Art of the Small; revealing the shadow in brevity that crossed her eyes. Once the onslaught was released, and the meters were set between them, the tattoo once more receded and she panted. Because it was such a raw, desperate display, it was likely that the others in the immediate vicinity would feel it as well; as indirect sufferers ([member="Darth Shara"], [member="Ben Watts"], [member="Marcello Matteo"], [member="Daella Apparine"]).

The instant the weight was lifted, Kiskla would tuck her knees into herself and propel herself with a backward summersault — putting more distance between herself and the Sith to regain what ounces of strength had been drained from her.

 

[Antares]

Location: Manarai Heights.
Objective: Hold the Wall.

The lightsaber burnt through the front of his robes as he stepped out of the way and burnt some of the flesh. But it wasn't deep enough to impede him. The Force was already reacting to the wound and making it's attempts to heal him when he put in the efforts.

Using the Force to heal yourself was quite useful. He was happy Kiskla Grayson and Sochi Ru had taught him how to use it properly. And he would have ended the Sith where she was, but he had force pushed the Sith away.

Before the Sith's lightsaber could get too far away, he had force pulled it into his free hand, and wielded [member="Sokrai Ronaro"]'s lightsaber, as well as his own. And he held it in a vice grip, even if she did attempt to take it back with her own force pull it would have been difficult.

By the time she had turned her head to look back at him, his own aqua blue lightsaber beam was coming around from his left - her right, to plunge into her midsection from the side. Simultaneously, he did a half-lunge - not fully extending his leg, to stab upwards just above her head, if she made her attempts at leaping straight up to escape him, she would shear herself in half.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Location: Jedi Temple, Side Entrance, Courtyard,
Objective: Kill the Spare
Friendly: [member="Alen Na'Varro"]
Hostiles: [member="Popo"] [member="Tallia Farn"] [member="Darth Veles"]

So, the Jedi turned around and started speaking to and fighting thin air. How was I supposed to know there was an invisi-Sith fighting her? Naturally, I assumed she'd finally taken the train down to crazy town. Happens to all them Forcers. I took a better aim through my optics and unloaded. The rifle kicked against my shoulder as I sent a hail of 5.56mm FLARE slugs filled with pyrophoric gels that would ignite upon impact. Which meant that if, say, a lightsaber blocked one of them it would vaporize the slug, but the pyrphoric gel would still ignite and spew fire everywhere. Which is fun for me, bad for the hostiles. I unloaded the last 12 rounds from my magazine straight at the female Jedi. Unbeknownst to me, Darth Veles was also there. The hail of bullets didn't differentiate between friend and foe and a few rounds went right for the invisible Sith.

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Sith flank
Objective: Kill more Jedi
Allies: [member="Alen Na'Varro"]http://starwarsrp.net/user/2551-alen-navarro/, [member="Dak Canton"]
Enemies: [member="Tallia Farn"]http://starwarsrp.net/user/1251-tallia-farn/, [member="Popo"]http://starwarsrp.net/user/3023-popo/, any other Jedi/Republic

The shots forced him to dash to the right, further away from the Jedi. Several bullets whizzed past his head, though he chose not to deflect any of them as it might result in a molten metal sprayed across his face. When no more shots followed, he took a quick jog towards the Jedi. Not very amused his attack did not go as well as the previous, Avreet frowned at the brat. Her words only confirmed the Jedi religion was the most hateful of all, every non-human being an inferior lifeform to insult. He withdrew the his weapons from the saberlock, not bothering to answer her rhetorical question. "And you must be a Jedi. An extremely dangerous sociopath who has no place in a civilized society. And a racist on the top of that! Your parents should have taught you some manners, brat." Veles spat right back, circling the young Jedi, always facing her and aiming with his twin blades in her direction. Another death could be felt in the Force, more power for the Dark Side of the Force! Empowered by that, the Mon Cal disappeared again and created three projections. One in his own place, two at the Jedi's sides. He himself moved between the one in front of Tallia and the one to her left.

All three projections attacked at the same time, the real and cloaked Veles as well. The projection to her left aimed to impale her neck with both of its blades, the one to the right slashed with both sabers horizontally to cleave her in half and the front one wished to plant its weapons into her heart. The real Darth Veles? The blade in his right hand went up, a vertically slashing down at her left arm, only to change the direction with a simple flick of his wrist and turn it into a stab meant for the Jedi's belly. His other hand also held a lightsaber, though only in two out of its six fingers. The remaining claws telekinetically attacked the woman with Force push aimed at her left leg once the strike with the blade was complete of if she chose to dodge or jump.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Jedi Temple Entrance
Objective: Smoosh all the things.
Allies: [member="Darth Shara"] | [member="Daella Apparine"] | [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]
Enemies: [member="Kiskla Grayson"] | [member="Ben Watts"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"]
Battal Musik: "Spheres of Madness" - Decapitated

One moment Vornskr was sucking the life out of Kiskla like a demonic sponge, and the next he was flying through the air to land flat on his ass. He tumbled for a moment before regaining his composure and rising to his feet, both lightsabers still firmly clutched in his hands, yet un-activated. His breastplate had been removed, due to the successful effects of Kiskla's shatterpoint rending his armor asunder during their intimate closeness. His helmet, gauntlet, bracers, greaves, and sabatons were still firmly fastened to his person, but his chest was bereft of phrik protection. It was a shame, but Vornskr would make due with the conditions given to him. He had been thrust into battle wearing less than this, and come out alive. He would survive this.

Suddenly a Jedi Knight charged him from his left, lightsaber blaring and righteous vindication upon his lips, seeking to cement his glory in slaying a Sith Lord. However; Vornskr was in no mood to play, and thus activated one saber, deflected the blatant attack and firmly grasped the Jedi by the neck with his other hand. With a slight adjustment in pressure, the thumb of his gauntlet broke through the Jedi's soft neck, blood exploding out as a surprised gargle bubbled out from the Jedi. Vornskr heaved the Jedi's body towards the temple stairs, watching it flop awkwardly down each step, bone cracking and blood spurting with each impact.

"Putrid little worm, you shall not touch me."

Vornskr's attention returned to Kiskla, his most tenacious opponent who despite everything has retained her incredible will to live. If only the other Jedi were as resilient as her, then they would actually be more of a challenge than the weak fodder they constantly sent at him. It was like the writer wanted to boost his own self satisfaction by ruthlessly murdering Jedi, who would've thought?

 

[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"]


She spun her lightsabers defensively, giving each of the figures a touch through the force. "My manners are reserved for those that give me reason to respect them. So far, all you've shown me is that your a nameless goon blindly following a flawed ideology." Tallia decided she didn't have the time to figure out which was the real enemy, so she treated the situation as if she was surrounded. She stalled for time with words. "What did they promise you? Riches, glory, power.. Those things fade. When I die, at least I can be at peace with myself, knowing that I've done is the right thing." When the first of the illusions moved, she leaped away into the air. Tallia was in the middle of preforming a backflip when she was caught by a blast of force. She landed ten meters away onto the permacrete, coming away with a few scrapes and bruises. The Sith, on the other hand, was in for some fire. The thermal rounds landed within the vicinity of him and his two illusions. A stray bullet detonated near her position and scorched her forearm when she raised it to protect herself. That sniper was starting to become more than a nuisance. She threw her voice in his direction, amplifying it with the force. "Whose side are you on anyway?" Her attention was turned back to the flames. "We fight for freedom, equality, justice. Know that if we can't save the Republic, you can be damned sure that we'll avenge it."

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Location: Jedi Temple Entrance | Down a level of stairs
Objective: Send Sith back to shadows as dust.
Allies: Uhm, well they're busy.
Nemeses: [member="Darth Vornskr"]


Kiskla gripped her stomach as her midichlorians danced within her, The Force breathing life into the gaps that had been created. Cells that had burst and withered were quickly being reinvigorated. The girl yielded an unknown, prodigal footprint in The Force. A few ounces of drainage was like taking a straw to Mannaan and claiming that it would be sucked dry within the hour. Even if it was [member="Darth Shara"] doing the sucking.

Her light eyes looked pained, not for herself, however. Blond brows knit with futile concern as the promising lad slinkied down the steps, leaving a physical trail of his failure behind his corpse. There was too much death today, too much that she could have prevented. Could she? Daella could have. They shouldn’t have allowed her to be so distant. Her shoulders shook, and she focused on the light energy that resonated within The Temple’s core. She overlooked the deaths and pain and focused on the bravery, the honour and the duty of The Jedi. The glassy look had been replaced with her usual steely glare; and she maintained her lock on [member="Darth Vornskr"]. With a flick of an index finger, the bits of phrik that had once shielded his torso levitated from the ground. They remained there for the briefest instant while the demon within her sloshed against it’s confines, demanding to be used. She yielded, and allowed a twirl of Vaapad of twist around her slender, bruised body.

The rest happened instantly. Vornskr was across from her, about 10 meters. The rest of them were closer to the mouth of the temple, whereas she had successfully forced Vornskr to be quite near one of the arcane, cloaked statues. Down the steps from their originally elevated position. The shards of phrik shot toward Vornskr at a ballistic speed, directed at his exposed area; the sharpness exposed and aiming to impale him. Then, Vaapad took over the Jedi Guardian. Like a pouncing cat, she launched forward with astounding speed that blurred the outline of her body. Traditionally, a Vaapad user could look like they were using more than one blade. While Kiskla already used two, she merely looked like a physical beam of light; it was as much an illusion attack as it was dangerous. She was like a ball of lightning, incredibly fast and incredibly brilliant. When she was about five meters from her target, she elevated her position by skipping up five steps while still moving forward. Suddenly, one of her blades twisted from her grip, cutting through the air with a deadly horizontal rotation toward his knees whilst she came in with an attack that was more difficult to place, as it still looked as though there were multiple blades. He would realize, hopefully too late, that her blade was sweeping in with impressive strength for a girl of her stature, against his left ribs. Opposite the leg that was the target of her boomerang sabre.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Location: Jedi Temple, Side Entrance, Courtyard,
Objective: Kill the Spare
Friendly: Alen Na'Varro
Hostiles: Popo Darth Veles Tallia Farn

She had a point.

I wasn't a big fan of baby killing Sith myself. I'd already killed my fair share of Guardians of the Galaxy today and it wasn't sitting well with me. Every time I gunned down a Jedi I felt like I was ripping the wings off a butterfly and then stomping all over the remains. My job was no longer to take out hostile assets. My job was to protect the Arbiter. And right now, I felt like I wasn't doing a very good job of that. I ejected my spent mag and drew out aclip of BANG slugs. I clipped the magazine into place.

"Roger that, Ma'am." I yelled back.

Then I turned my attention on the gigantic slug clad in what looked like beskar. Now, the Hutt and the Arbiter were engaged in saber to electrostaff combat, but the slug was a gigantic target. I moved around the courtyard to get a better angle and wound up having a decent line of sight on its back. I was guessing I wouldn't be able to penetrate the slug's armor. That's what the BANG slugs were for. The 5.56mm rounds would embed themselves in armor which they couldn't pierce. Then the deuterium core would detonate. It might not be able to blow a hole through phrik, but the overpressure of the blast is enough to cause specific damage to internal organs as well as due some other interesting things with trauma.

I opened up, the rifle beating in a steady rhythm against my back as I fired four three round bursts at the Hutt in quick succession.

 

[Darth Veles]

Jedi Temple flank
Enemies: [member="Tallia Farn"]


" Every other ideology than your own flawed, everyone else a nameless goon..." the Mon Cal grunted as he dodged several bullets and was forced not to attack the brat while she was vulnerable in the air. The light around him also returned to normal, revealing his form, his piercing gaze immediately burning holes into the Jedi's soul. "You're deluding yourself, Jedi. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I am a righteous man fighting for freedom. Equality. Justice. Innocents. Order. Peaceful galaxy. Better future... and you are a religious zealot who has to be removed. You're like cancer... hurting the galaxy with your selfishness." Finally free to focus just on her, he placed his right foot in front of his left, allowing his to take quick jogs back and forward to either attack or dodge. His right hand pointed the lightsaber at her, while his left waited for the right time to be used, right now pointing the tip of the blade towards the ground. He was ready, a good offensive and defensive stance. "Have you solved slavery? Hunger? Piracy? No. Girl, you do not even know your own ideology! You talk of revenge, you do not bother with saving innocents who might be caught in the crossfire! You are a monster." He stated coldly, feeling perfectly calm and prepared for her. This time, she would be the one to attack. The Force enhances his speed and reflexes, making the world appear slower from his point of view. No doubt he would defeat this Jedi, his cause was just and his faith incorruptible.

 

[Phylis Alince]

Unfortunately for [member="Kiskla Grayson"], Phylis Alince was not at the Temple, or on Coruscant. Joshua Dragonsflame’s sudden and violent arrival had quite upset her, and so she had left Coruscant, away from the mess and furore.

Currently she was on the distant world of Ilum, investigating the ancient ruins and the crystal caves. And, more accurately, freezing her ass off in her ship.
Quite out of contact with the rest of the galaxy, it was only when she tried to check in and found that Coruscant was unreachable that she knew something was up. Well, that and a tingling in the Force, but she’d put that down to hypothermia.

And then she found out the truth. Sith attacks on Coruscant were depressingly common. All the way back to the ancient days of the Sith Empire when they’d wandered around Coruscant blowing up buildings with impunity. One would have thought the vast Republic fleet might have intercepted whatever pitiful fleets this remnant Sith legion might have scrounged. Or perhaps they had been nothing but background noise….

Either way, Phylis was glad of one thing. She was the archivist, the glorified librarian of the Jedi, and she’d prepared against this eventuality. In her cargo hold was a large data storage unit holding an archived copy of all the records of the Jedi Temple. It had been the one she’d used when going between Jedi enclaves, and what she could tap into when she was not there and needed information.

Of course it didn’t include the holocrons or the physical items themselves, but they were much more durable anyway, and she had electronic scans of as much of it as possible. Even if the Jedi Temple fell they would not lose everything. Not yet.
Shivering now with concern, the Jedi Master began the long preparations to leave Ilum and return. Though what use one extra Jedi could be she didn’t know. Likely by the time she returned it’d be all over, one way or the other.

 

[J3C0]

Jedi Temple Steps
[member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Daella Apparine"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Marcello Matteo"]
(Maelibus have the ability to sing as to disrubt brainwaves, here's their wiki.)
Shara looked at all the Jedi around him, taking in deep breaths and staring at the Jedi master that now confronted him. He growled slightly, his lightclub humming at his side, its two meter long blade threatening anything around him. The Massive Maelibus took a step forward, his foot cracking the duracrete beneath him.

For a few seconds he considered charging the man, grabbing him and breaking him over his knee.

Then he looked to his allies, he looked to Daella, then to Vornskr, and all the Sith fighting in the courtyard. No...this was not the correct option. He could fight and kill this man, or he could aid his allies. He looked tot he new Jedi Master one last time, then took in a deep breath.

His maw opened, though no speech came out.

Instead the Maelibus began to emanate a song of sorts. Music fell fro his lungs, a divine sonata that drifted from him and crossed out into the battlefield around him. Enhanced by the force the song carried all around him, hypnotic compulsion carrying throughout. His more powerful One Sith Allies would be used to it, they would be trained against it to resist the song up to a point.

The Jedi however, would not.

Shara sang, the hypnotic tones of his species quickly placing a spell on those around him. Those too weak to fight his daze.

 

[RC-1025]

Location: Senate Building
Objective: Evacuate Senate Building, Rescue Senator of Naboo
Allies: Republic, [member="Serenity"]
Enemies: One Sith, NPC mercs
Music: Unyielding - Halo 2 ST

When the Republic Commando rounded the corner, he saw a mercenary hefting the bound Senator of Naboo toward a speeder while two men stood at the entrance with their backs turned to the Commando. Though he would have preferred the stealthy approach, he had no time for that. Without slowing down, he fired at the man on the right. When he saw his partner go down, the other merc turned to see a blue and yellow colored Clone Commando upon him with a fist ready to strike. RC-1025 struck the man in the throat, causing him to gag, then kicked him over as he twitched in pain.

Seeing that the Republic was onto him, the merc holding the Senator pulled out his pistol and fired at the Commando in an effort to slow him down. The Clone tried to weave around them but a few managed to find their target. However his shields managed to hold. At this point the merc reached his speeder and tossed the Senator in the back. He hopped in the pilot seat and started it up. The Commando took the opportunity to raise his weapon and fire at the engines. With the engine blown, the speeder fell to the ground with a thud. The man looked over only to find a blaster bolt flying to his face. Needless to say, the man fell in his seat with a burn in his head. Seeing no more threats, the Commando decided it was safe to retrieve the bound Senator.

He went up to the speeder to find that though she was a little bruised, the Senator was fine. "Senate Guard, this is RC-1025. The Naboo Senator is in my possession. I request a transport for her ASAP," he said over the com.
"RC-1025, request approved. We'll be there soon," was the reply.

The Commando extended his wrist vibroknife and cut through the Senator's restraints. "Thank you! Thank you so much! Who are you?" she asked.
"Just another soldier ma'am," RC-1025 replied.

It was that moment that the heavily armored transport decided to make its appearance. The soldiers stepped off to take the Senator away. They waved for the Commando to join them but suddenly a orbital bombardment hit someplace off from the Jedi Temple. Though the planetary shields significantly reduced the power of the impact, it still managed to make contact. "[member="Serenity"], this is RC-1025. There was an orbital bombardment. Where did it impact, over?" he said.

 

[Lord Eclipsion]

Location: Manarai Heights.
Objective: Hold the Wall.

The lightsaber burnt through the front of his robes as he stepped out of the way and burnt some of the flesh. But it wasn't deep enough to impede him. The Force was already reacting to the wound and making it's attempts to heal him when he put in the efforts.

Using the Force to heal yourself was quite useful. He was happy Kiskla Grayson and Sochi Ru had taught him how to use it properly. And he would have ended the Sith where she was, but he had force pushed the Sith away.

Before the Sith's lightsaber could get too far away, he had force pulled it into his free hand, and wielded [member="Sokrai Ronaro"]'s lightsaber, as well as his own. And he held it in a vice grip, even if she did attempt to take it back with her own force pull it would have been difficult.

By the time she had turned her head to look back at him, his own aqua blue lightsaber beam was coming around from his left - her right, to plunge into her midsection from the side. Simultaneously, he did a half-lunge - not fully extending his leg, to stab upwards just above her head, if she made her attempts at leaping straight up to escape him, she would shear herself in half.

Sokrai barely managed to dodge the blades, by sliding away to the left. as a never found anger pulsed through her veins. She had become enraged before, but this was a whole new level of pure, unleaded fury. Energy crackled and sparked at her fingertips, as she let her rage control her, and let the force do it's bidding. For the first time ever, force lightning ejected from her hands with ferocious and humongous power, easily overpowering any defense that [member="Antares Windu"] could put up. The only problem was that it was extremely tiring.

 

[Antares]

Location: Manarai Heights.
Objective: Hold the Wall as Alliser Thorne says.

The Jedi Knight felt the rage and hatred flowing through her body, he felt growing in the Force, the power of the Dark Side, his own anger was calmer of course, more maintained, it was him channeling his own inner darkness.

But to what?

His own abilities in the Force and lightsaber combat.

That's why when the Sith released the lightning, the Force practically screamed at him to defend himself. But he couldn't go anywhere without being hit by the wild attack of the Force Lightning. He had to stand against it.

So he crossed both of the lightsabers in front of him, and summoned the Force to him so that it would ground him. What the Sith must have forgotten however was their proximity, and despite him sliding back from the lightning, and the energy that was sneaking past the plasma blades and scorching his flesh, he still swung out his leg to the side of her own in order to bring her down to her knees.

[member="Sokrai Ronaro"]

 

[Lord Eclipsion]

Location: Manarai Heights. Objective: Hold the Wall as Alliser Thorne says. The Jedi Knight felt the rage and hatred flowing through her body, he felt growing in the Force, the power of the Dark Side, his own anger was calmer of course, more maintained, it was him channeling his own inner darkness. But to what? His own abilities in the Force and lightsaber combat. That's why when the Sith released the lightning, the Force practically screamed at him to defend himself. But he couldn't go anywhere without being hit by the wild attack of the Force Lightning. He had to stand against it. So he crossed both of the lightsabers in front of him, and summoned the Force to him so that it would ground him. What the Sith must have forgotten however was their proximity, and despite him sliding back from the lightning, and the energy that was sneaking past the plasma blades and scorching his flesh, he still swung out his leg to the side of her own in order to bring her down to her knees. [member="Sokrai Ronaro"]

Sokrai felt a weighty kick at her knee, as she dropped nearly a foot. But, this worked to his disadvantage, as it filled her with more rage, as the lighting became slightly larger and way more powerful. She howled in rage, as she slowly lifted herself back to her old height. The energy cracked and pulsated with pure energy, as it became hotter around them, thanks to the heated up air.
[member="Antares Windu"]