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

[Talon Vosra]

LOCATION: UNDISCLOSED BUILDING NEAR JEDI TEMPLE
OJECTIVE: RECIEVE LOCATION AND LEAVE TO PICK UP [member="Jannik Morlandt"] ON THE WAY TO KIRA
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Isolda"] AND TIME
ALLIES: Jannik Morlandt

Talon watched with mixed feelings as the padawan turned. It was sad she had embraced the darkside but he also felt compassion because he knew all too well the strength of fear and pain. He still held his resolve but it was only by a hair breadth. The emotions were there, fear, anger, hate all boiled in the pieces of his shattered heart, but he fought the urge to embrace them to give them release.

'Hold on Kira...' he thought as the images of his friend being tortured so brutally replayed in his mind.

The Dark prophetess approached him now with her grim warning and Talon couldn't help but wonder if kira wpuld understand. Her pulsating tattoos moved as if living things and her black tipped fingers seemed to expel dark smoke as she reached up and press against his temple. The Sith tattoos he had never been able to remove felt like they writhed with excitement at her dark touch. Then the burning began. Her touch was at first soft and warm then within moments it felt like her fingers were burning a path through him. He gritted his teeth as his eyes bore into her with an intensity he had never shown before. His face was covered with green streams of blood filled tears as he awaited her to finish.

His heart ached and his mind reeled as he was transported across space and time. Myriads of worlds were impressed on his memory and thousands of places streamed by his minds eye. Finally he saw a harsh world barren unforgiving. It held a palace he saw it stream by, slave pens, beast pens, a corridor and at the end a bleach white circular room and Kira hanging in its center.

"Rattatak" the word was but a whisper in the back of his mind as he blinked.

The black tattoos on his forehead had changed and now three black tear shaped marks sat beneath his right eye. He stepped back his vision still tinged with blood as the vision had been. He could feel the Sith woman as if her twisted soul had mixed with his and he stumbled. A callused hand went up to the still hot marks on his cheek and he knew the price would be high indeed, but he could still reach Kira. He embraced the Quey'tek meditation and withdrew his presence in the force and ran toward the starport.

As he left he saw a familiar form. The Master he had seen teach at the temple and again on tython, [member="Spencer Jacobs"]. He turned his solid green eyes on her the green tear streaks stained his pale skin. He said nothing. He looked away and wrapped himself in the Cloak of Shadow and disappeared.

 

[Soeht]

LOCATION: Jedi Temple Steps
ALLIES: [member=”Ven'Rain Sekairo”], [member="Darth Shara"], [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Sopher Jakobs"], [member="Darth Isolda"]
ENEMIES: [member="Ben Watts"], [member="Marcello Matteo"], [member="Kiskla Grayson"]
MUSIC: Daella's March

Ben Watts’s words were met instantly with a booming,"Wrong!"

As Ven’Rain attacked Ben, Daella stood in place. She continued to hold her pose as Ben counter-attacked Ven’Rain.

With her voice growing even louder, Daella commanded, “Use your brain!”

Then after Ben made some distance between himself and Ven’Rain, Daella bellowed, “This age of chaos is because the galaxy is divided! The Republic holds no desire to change that.”

A blast caused by [member="Marcello Matteo"] shook the ground at Daella’s feet. She stumbled away from where Marcello as the blast wave of his attack rippled throughout the nearby scene. Yet nearly immediately, Daella recovered and stood upright once more.

Once again, Daella continued her feverous speech by claiming, “This era of chaos has continued for over four hundred years, and there’s no reason it could not do so for another four hundred!”

After saying that sentence, Daella raised her lightsaber high above her head. Her words continued to pierce the deafening battle surrounding them and could be heard by those nearby.

“I draw my blade so that those who would have perished in the next 400 years of meaningless war and strife may live!”

In one swift motion, Daella stepped forward with her right leg and pointed her lightsaber at Ben - who might have been dealing with Ven’Rain’s attacks.

“Taking Coruscant is merely the first step on my ambition,” she said.

And with a most monumental voice, Daella thunderously declared,

 

[Tallia Farn]

Coruscant - Jedi Temple flank
Objective - Survive
Allies - The Force
Enemies - [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Cale Gunderson"]
Music - Star Wars Episode IV: The Force Theme http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HcZ9kQ1h-ZY


Tallia scrambled to her knees, looking desperately for some kind of weapon to defend herself. Her lightsabers were just out of reach.

There is no emotion, there is peace

Her brain worked furiously to keep one step ahead of her attackers on both sides. There was no room for error.

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge

Time slowed, and lightning arched out in slow motion. The embodiment of pure hatred surrounded her.

There is no passion, there is serenity

The darkness approached, moving to consume her small flicker of light. For one of the first times in her life, Tallia didn't know what to do.

There is no chaos, there is harmony

Suddenly, out of the darkness, Tallia sensed another light. It seemed small and insignificant, but then others began to appear around her. First hundreds, then thousands, until what was once filled with the dark side, became enveloped in the light.

There is no death, there is the Force

This is the Jedi Code

Tallia awoke to the sound of exotic birds and a rushing stream. She was laying in a soft patch of grass that was extremely comfortable. She stood up and took in the view of her surroundings. The planet, if it indeed was a planet, was completely covered in a lush forest. There was no sun overhead, but there was light all the same. It seemed to stream out of everything at once. The trees, the water, and the plants all worked together to make the place as bright a sunny day.

A path through the forest brush formed before her eyes, and she followed in curiosity. After traveling for what seemed like hours, for there was no way to measure time in this place, Tallia reached a clearing. In front of her stood a gigantic city. It sparkled with beauty and light, casting it's glow to the deepest depths of space itself. She walked over a pristine bridge that lead over a crystal clear river that flowed lazily as far as the eye could see in either direction.

Tallia noticed that the city had no gates or walls. There was nothing to keep out. There was no violence, no corruption, no chaos, there was only the force. Beings of all species' lived in harmony together. They treated each other with respect as equals. No one was better than another, they were all one in the force. The beauty of the place had no parallel. This was what the Jedi fought for. This was what the future could hold.

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Tallia's body jerked to life with it's hands extended, drawing the lightning in and aiming to absorb it. Tallia's mind was still in the dream. Only the force remained. The lightsabers on the ground were not needed. The force had all the resources it needed. Tallia's body unleashed the lightning back at both it's attackers fueling the attacks intensity with pure force energy. The stream was relentless, pouring out from it's hands. It filled the surrounding area with a blinding light, covering everything it touched. An unnatural voice boomed from Tallia's mouth.

Love over hate

Compassion over passion

Light over dark

This is the way of the Force

 

[Marcus Faust]

Location: Great Hall/Steps
Objective: Kill Stuff
Allies: Dak Canton
Foes: HK-36, Aedan Miles, Bluejay Ungolfen , Siobhan Kerrigan

And that, that was where he and Kerrigan differed. He did specialize in lightning, this would have the same affect as him trying to take her on with telekinesis. Okay, in a less severe fashion, but still, lightning was a game he could play well. His hands shot out and formed orbs of energy as he called her attacks into him so that he could hurl them back in her direction. A sickly grin formed under his mask, tugging at scared skin.

The gas was going to be a problem however. It spread as the ground shook, it was going to envelop him soon. But as the temple crumbled, he felt a surge of satisfaction, and hatred for those who couldn't accept it was over. Soon the massive amounts of lightning he sent at Kerrigan was no longer, but was his, a deeper purple hue as rage boiled in his veins.

"Fall." He snarled, his voice booming and metallic, laced with hatred and pain, it was the first time he'd uttered a word in years, so one could figure he damn well meant it. The scene was horrific, maimed bodies lay discarded as those who still stood kept on butchering, bombers soared, temples fell, and it seemed as if the planet itself burned.

 

[Aran Finn]

LOCATION: SITH FLANK
OBJECTIVE: AVOID GETTING SMOOSHED
ALLIES: [member="Dak Canton"]
ENEMIES: [member="Popo"]

Of course, Popo's Beskar armour still protected the neck, though it was structurally weaker in the joint. Alen's move was a risky attempt at breaking the deadlock, and now it began to backfire. One flaming Beskar Hutt wrapped his arms around Na'Varro and began to squeeze. Hutt's didn't have incredible upper-body strength, but Beskar armour allowed for a massive increase in crushing power. Coupled with the fire from Dak Canton's slugs, this was an incredibly potentially dangerous attack. And no matter what the Sith did, it was going to hurt like hell.

It was in this moment that Alen began to thank the Force for Ashin Varanin, Morna Imura and Spencer Jacobs. Their generous training was about to save his life.

It was a dual usage of Force powers that he had been training ever since he had seen Ashin doing it, which had made a serious impression on him. Tutaminis and Force Weapon, though he wasn't channeling Force Weapon on his lightsaber, he was channeling it through his body to protect himself. It was a Force power extremely similar to Force Shield and Force Wall in application, and it was more than adequate to protect him against a Beskar Hutt crush hug. Na'Varro felt the extreme pressure exerted by the Hutt on his frame, but his frame held regardless. It was painful, extremely so, but it would not affect him in the long run. Regardless, the Sith Lord roared in pain. Energy absorption was working well against Canton's flames ... he'd successfully absorbed Morna Imura's hottest flames and had bathed in lava before. Which had been a nice experience.

Now his application of Force Weapon began to expand outwards, becoming something else entirely. A Master of the Force could chain together applications of Force use much like a talented kickboxer could chain together punches and kicks. Each application added to something greater, so it became more than the sum of its parts. Now the man let the Force explode from his body in a wave, looking to break the Hutt's grip and gain some space. Lightsabers just weren't going to cut it against Popo's impenetrable armour. Cut it. Heh.

Na'Varro was tired. Popo's tech and armour was wearing him down, slowly but surely, and he had used a lot of Force power. He was powerful, but he did not have a limited supply to draw on. He needed to make Popo less effective. He needed to use more Force energy. Dire straits, eh ...

Darting back, Alen discarded his lightsaber and became one with the Force. Seizing the electrostaff with Force Grip, he attempted to move the staff away from Popo's other hand and then tug it towards him, while aiming a Force Push at the forearm of the arm that held the staff. Basic physics. Arm goes back, staff comes forward, hand lets go or the wrist dislocates.

Tired, so tired. The Sith Lord dropped to a knee for a few seconds, breathing heavily. The man could not feel his face, but adrenaline told him he had to keep fighting, or he would surely die against a dangerous opponent.

He also realised that he needed a suit of armour, and badly.

 

[Darth Armyss]

Location: Jedi Temple - Archives
Objective: ...No longer sure
Opponent: [member="Vilox Pazela"]

Albrecht's mind was unable to continue resisting, but unfortunately for Darth Vazela, there wasn't much more that he knew, only that this 'Darth Isolda' he sought was somewhere on Coruscant, but nothing more. On the other hand, he wasn't quite as defenseless as it seemed. Something didn't seem quite right about this, about how his foe seemed to be getting stronger as time passed, how they seemed to be gaining knowledge on how to beat him as time passed. As Vazela's blade inched ever closer, he called upon the last reserves of strength he had, but to do so meant lowering his mental defenses completely, allowing the Force to flow through him unabated.


Peace...is a lie...there is only passion...
Through passion, I gain strength...
Through strength, I gain power...
Through power, I gain victory...
Through victory, my chains are broken...
The Force...shall free me!


The Acolyte's natural force sense alerted him to the impending danger, and in a sudden burst of speed, he reactivated his lightsabers and blocked the incoming blow, his expression clearly giving away how infuriated he was at having been deceived, having finally broken free, as while his mind could be subjugated, his memories were made of sterner stuff, so to speak. If the Sith Lord was wondering what had allowed the Acolyte to break free, the answer was the force itself, as made evident by a complete change in the pattern of his thoughts, all thoughts being driven out by a maelstrom of dark side-fueled rage. Attempting to attack Albrecht for real was a huge mistake.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Location: At the wrecked Temple, steps.
Objective: Kill things
Foe: [member="Darth Vindica"]




Sometimes Siobhan found that she should just stick with telekinesis. There was something terribly thrilling about chucking people like ragdolls with your mind. Or just plain and simple tearing down buildings. Probably the exact opposite of subtle, no doubt also a bit crude, but also extremely satisfying if it worked out.


Regardless the volley of lightning came shooting back towards her through the air. All around her chaos seemed to be breaking out in Coruscant. Bombers roaring, buildings being torn down, the Jedi Temple having been torn asunder by an overpowering explosion. Siobhan...did not care about that much. War was hell, after all. It was just a usual day for her. The Forcebreaker gas still spreading, but that would not be her problem.


As the blasts of lightning swept towards her she pulled up, moving to ever greater heights with tremendous speed as she shot through the air. Of course, lightning was very directional and was attracted to conductive metals - beskar was not very conductive, though admittedly she had bionic limbs beneath. However, Siobhan was flying and so in a sense the lightning strike would be like hitting an airplane. Lightning when hitting a plane tended to do very little due to it not being grounded and having protective systems.

After all, planes were designed so that if lightning struck them, the bolt usually travelled along the exterior of the plane and flowed through the body into the open air. There was no grounding point and so it simply passed through the metal with little harm. As Darth Bane had said, unleashing storm of lightning from one's fingertips was a matter of possessing raw elemental power. At its core it was simply electricity generated by the dark side.

So it was like striking a plane with organic parts beneath it. The bolts of lightning hit her and she felt a sting, a burning sensation of sort, the bright flash of lightning also disorientated her vision and while the lightning did not damage it did shake and toss her back in the air a bit, but then it passed through the outer coating with no serious harm.


So she remained there gliding in the air, eyes affixed on her target. Drawing upon the Force she returned to her time and tested strength in telekinesis. Power rippled through her, then she unleashed it upon the Sith. A telekinetic shockwave with the force of a bomb blast swept towards him, chunks of debris and dead bodies being raised along the way, even sent flying into the wrecked Temple, driving the Forcebreaker gas further towards the Sith. It unleashed the power of an overpressure shockwave from a bomb. Calling the explosion of unadulterated telekinetic energy a force push would be insufficient due to its ability to utterly shatter walls of concrete as if they were glass and break bones of the armoured Sith upon impact, let alone send him flying into the ruined Temple, that being the intent.

 

[Ben Watts]

Jedi Temple
[member="Daella Apparine"] @ [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]

Ben could feel himself wearing down, but luckily for him, the Sith walked right into his favorite type of lightsaber duel. Ben was a master of the art of Soresu, he had been practicing it since he was but a wee lad, so when a Sith decided it was time to just bring the fury at him he sat back and relaxed. She shot a blaster bolt at him which he easily deflected and he fell into a rhythm blocking over and over again. Mixed with battle meditation, Ben could deflect the Sith's blows for days on end with little to no problem, and though she was powerful he had mastered the art of gracefully pushing aside the attacks. He offered no resistance to her attacks and instead listened to the crap that was spewing out of Daella's mouth.

[member="Marcello Matteo"] created the diversion he needed with his powerful force blast. It through the Sith who was on top of him long enough to gain some ground, but he had already recovered enough, he felt a second wind coming on as he stumbled around trying to regain his balance after the force wave. Flipping backwards, he landed on top of an overturned pillar, and he held his lightsaber at the ready in case Ven'Rain decided she hadn't had enough.

As Daella bellowed her final words, Ben stood atop the pillar laughing, his lightsaber now hung lazily by his side as chaos went on all around him. "You... are.. so.. full of it." he said through his laughter at her complete bullcrap. "In all my years you have to be, at least, the tenth person I have heard say those exact same words. Sure, I believe that you think you will accomplish what you are setting out for but you will fail just as everyone else who has been enlightened by some misguided vision. The Republic, through all its struggles, has always been around in the Galaxy. We will always be here and there is nothing you can do to stop that."

 

[Popo]

Location: Sith Flank
Objective: Finish Him
Allies: [member="Tallia Farn"]
Enemies: [member="Alen Na'Varro"]
Music:

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EAwWPadFsOA&hd=1

Popo's grip on the Sith broke as he smashed the Hutt back with the Force, but not before Popo caused a bit of damage it seemed. The Hutt felt the impact from the blast through his armor and knew that, without a doubt, he was going to be sore for months. Maybe longer.

It was then that he realized two things. First, the Sith had gotten free from his death grip. Second, his arm and wrist began screaming in agony.

Hutt's don't have bones, which can be both a blessing and a curse. When faced with dislocating force, there were no bones to dislocate or roam around and cause trauma internally. The downside was, attacks tended to pulp more flesh than species with bones. Funny how biology worked.

In this case, Popo's muscles and flesh popped and he could feel things tearing internally. The pain was nearly unbearable, but he kept his grip as strong as he could. In a reaction borne of desperation, the Shell Hutt stabbed his off hand at the Sith's head, stopping less than a foot from the kneeling Sith's upper chest. In a knee jerk reaction, the Hutt fired the blaster on full auto and let the recoil force his arm up, a roar of pain and anger tearing from his throat.

Only when the blaster stopped firing did Popo let his grip break on the staff and cradled the badly injured limb to his chest.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Location: Sith Flank
Friendly: [member="Alen Na'Varro"]
Hostile: [member="Popo"]

I flicked the switch to single fire to get more accurate and controlled fire on the hostile so that I wouldn't hurt the friendly, then I continued shooting at the gigantic Hutt, aiming more precisely for his head with the BANG slugs. Maybe his big slug body could sustain such injuries, but I doubted his head could take some blunt force trauma from explosive 5.56mm rounds and come away all hunky dory. Pew pew. My finger pulled the trigger once, twice, three times. The butt of the rifle recoiled rhythmically against my shoulder as the rounds zipped toward the back of the King of Anti-Salt Committee's head.

 

[Soeht]

LOCATION: Jedi Temple Steps
ALLIES: [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"], [member="Darth Shara"], [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Sopher Jakobs"], [member="Darth Isolda"]
ENEMIES: [member="Ben Watts"], [member="Marcello Matteo"], [member="Kiskla Grayson"]
MUSIC: Daella's March

“Then watch, Ben Watts,” said Daella, “And let me show you that my ambition - my Lord’s Vision - is not just words.”

After a solid blink, Daella opened her eyes to reveal burning gold eyes once more. She tightened her abdomen for a moment as she slightly curled up. She pulled back her elbows as if cocking for a punch. Then, Daella stepped forward and threw out her left arm palm-first.

A bright pink arc of lightning shot out from her hand. It was a very short pulse of intense electricity. Yet, it shot at Ben Watts at a high speed like a projectile.

Then, Daella sprang off her feet. She bolted toward Ben Watts with great initiative to reach him. Her face grimaced as she neared him. Eventually, she spun her body around mid-stride as she was nearing Ben Watts. She swung her lightsaber at Ben from his right at around the waist level. The spin allowed her to apply force on her attack for a longer amount of time - thus generating greater momentum behind it. It would feel like a much stronger attack than Daella is normally capable of.

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

LOCATION: Temple Ruins
ALLIES: [member="Daella Apparine"]
ENEMIES: [member="Ben Watts"]
OBJECTIVE: Get Benny to shut the hell up~
A rush of wind pushed her back a few feet. Moving that much weight (around 172kg if I remember correctly) would take a lot. However it did give the Jedi a chance to jump away. What was it with these assholes and jumping?! All members of the Bathrobe Brigade will forever be known as Jumpy Jedaii. Every last one is forever a JJ. It is law. Now that JJ#2 was away, Ven thought she'd let him have his little speech. Dramatic monologues were an important part of any duel. This too is regarded as a tradition, a law. Something that must be done. Once JJ#2's rant was over, the spawn couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Is it not then a good time for this sick beast to be put down? The Republic has not bettered itself for many years. Changes must be made, Jedaii. Surely you understand that, little one?" There, she said her line. Whether or not anyone replied was up to fate- and the almighty script-writers. But before Ven moved... she thought of what Daella said. And despite the fact that most of her humanity had been removed, she felt those words. She understood. Daella then attacked, doing her own little thing. Teaming up with her would surely mean a swift victory. Nodding at her words, Ven moved to attack from his other side. When she leaped towards Ben, it was not out of rage, it was out of need. Of understanding. Instead of returning to her previous tactics she unleashed a series of brutal strikes, aiming to tire the old fart out. Towards the end of the cycle she tried to force his blade off to the side, long enough to kick him on his left side. Such an attack from a beast like her could break a rib or two... if not do even more.

 

[Jacen Cavill]

LOCATION: Near Jedi Temple
ALLIES: @Ben Watts [member="Kiskla Grayson"]
ENEMIESAnyone Man enough
OBJECTIVE: Remind people why they don't mess with the Jedi.

Two blue holes burned through the soldier's heads, and with a sickening release, both bodies fell down. His blades were a blur of motion, their pattern impossible to discern as he moved through the throng before him. Muscles tensed, and relaxed without ryhme or reason as he moved through them. For each foolish attempt on him, two would fall in his wake. Every movement was perfectly coordinated and executed with the type of precision that only experience could teach. Weapons would fire death upon him, and he would spit it right back at them without so much a second glance. Blonde locks danced around his stoic face, and he kept up his assault upon those destroying the world he called home. Darkness and destruction were everywhere, and the lightside of the Force was clouded by all the chaos around.

Darron Wraith merely pulled it into himself, and unleashed it on those before him.

Black boots barely made contact with the ground as he sprinted towards the Jedi temple, weaving through and around the Forces laying waste to everything. Bodies of the fallen littered the ground around him, yet he didn't let any emotion surface. Every bit of sadness, despair, anger, and rage he felt simply was inhaled as he would bring his blades back in. Within a millisecond he'd move to strike, and exhale his acceptance back into the Force. Wraith's channel to the energy of life was clear, and his superconducting loop was spitting back every bit of darkness that drew near him. Smoke billowed behind him, showing the path that the Jedi Master had made for himself as he drew nearer and nearer to the signatures of those he called his family and friends.

Where there had stood many, now only the two meter tall man occupied the space. Dust, blood from various races, and a few scrapes he had earned covered his bare, toned arms. The cortosis greaves he constantly wore were more burnished than usual, along with his durasteel breast plate. The fabric that compromised his trousers was covered in the same, but a few holes now exposed the flesh beneath due to the stresses of combat. More fighting was going on around him, and the former GrandMaster had to pause as he took in the scene before him. Ships were everywhere, and the cityscape before him looked nothing like the world he had left behind after resigning his post. A lesser Jedi would have felt sorry for himself, and beat himself up for what had happened. Darron used to be that Jedi, but his own trials had made him into something else entirely.

Just like earlier, he exhaled his acceptance for the current events and made his way towards where everyone was at.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Jedi Temple Entrance
Objective: Gun down Kiskla
Allies: [member="Darth Shara"] | [member="Daella Apparine"] | [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"] | [member="Sopher Jakobs"]
Enemies: [member="Kiskla Grayson"] | [member="Ben Watts"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"] | and surprise former Grandmaster, [member="Darron Wraith"]!
Battal Musik: "Requiem In Si Minore" - Fleshgod Apocalypse

So far, his tactic at throwing her own comrades at her was working. She was getting irritated, and that could very well work to the Sith Lord's advantage. While she dealt with the Padawans and Knights, Vornskr calmly clasped his hands behind his back and watched his puppets try their best to overwhelm the Jedi Master. However; they were destined for failure the moment Vornskr controlled their minds, as their true purpose was to distract her long enough so that Vornskr could prepare his dastardly trap. Behind him the bodies of the dead and dying were strewn out across the broken entryway like discarded toys, but the fighting was never ending. Among those dead were Republic soldiers sent here to aid the Jedi in defending their temple against the sudden attack, and their weapons sat idle beside their body, but not for long.

A blaster rifle shuddered slightly, and suddenly slid across the broken ground before bounced off of a piece of rubble to land firmly in Vornskr's hands. All this happened while Kiskla was dealing with the last few mind controlled Jedi, which gave him ample time to prime the weapon using the Force. He kept it concealed behind his back, even while she began to assault him with Force Light. It was like Dac all over again, the searing blasphemy of the Light searing through his very being, but it would find itself viciously beset by the Darkness within. The Light is not some all invincible force against the Darkness, for even the brightest light can be smothered, extinguished. The brighter the light, the larger the shadow, and while Kiskla sought to end him with her light, Vornskr fought back with his darkness.

Thus began a metaphyiscal war between light and darkness between two individuals who wielded both like deities. Where light eradicated, darkness smothered, the two polar opposites of the Force clashing, invisible to the naked eye. Vornskr began to move towards Kiskla, until he reached a point where his trap could be sprung, and with a glorious smile plastered across his face, although hidden by the helmet he still wore, he brought the rifle in front of him. Without actually aiming, but rather assuming a hip-firing position with his acquired weapon, he began to unload a barrage of blaster bolts towards Kiskla. His aim would be guided with the Force, something he had become accustom to doing in his years of fighting on front lines for the Empire, both as soldier and Sith.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Location: Jedi Temple Entrance | Down the first flight of stairs
Objective: Don't get blasted to bits.
Allies: [member="Ben Watts"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"] | [member="Darron Wraith"]
Nemeses: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Shara"] | [member="Daella Apparine"] | [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"] | [member="Sopher Jakobs"]


Like something slurping up, her light extinguished as she could no longer keep the darkness from within herself from surging and keep Vornkr's shadowy stretch away. She withered visibly, and slouched; her lids and breathing heavy. Her entire body tingled with the after-effects of the powerful light-side technique.

In the time she was pumping out light, he had closed the distance between them as she had. For a while, her beacon had met his in a collision of force and the struggle between the dark and light demonstrations. Thankfully, it had pushed her back, since she had been so conflicted the entire time. It was this extra meter between them, that could have saved her life. By her count, there were about four or five meters between them when Vornskr released fire. This was enough time for Kiskla to realize what was happening, but not enough for an instant reaction. She jumped to the side slightly, but that wasn't enough. Because of the height difference between his hip and her hip, his fire ended up scathing her left elbow, and tearing up her upper arm. She yelped in anguish and in pain as the energy bolts skipped across her fabric and flesh, and tore it apart in the process. Where a black cloth had been, now was exposed redness etched in strips of onyx that were melting against the openings. At least five splatters hit her, and she gasped into a wince and faltered her step, curling even more to the side while her body still glowed as an after-effect of the Force Light.


Her arms stiffened, her muscles taut as she opened her palms; physically opening herself up to whatever side of The Force came to her aid. The architect within her confines was working to keep his vessel at her peak (although that was a few blaster bolts, and lightsaber swipes ago). She had quite a bit going for her, which was...really, really fortunate right now. Cerulean eyes aglow with The Force, her lightsaber hilts once more snapped to her palms. She was going to try this again -- their proximity made it difficult for him to unleash another metaphysical boom.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Jedi Temple Entrance
Objective: Teach Kiskla how to dougie
Allies: [member="Darth Shara"] | [member="Daella Apparine"] | [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"] | [member="Sopher Jakobs"]
Enemies: [member="Kiskla Grayson"] | [member="Ben Watts"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"] | [member="Darron Wraith"]
Battal Musik: "Requiem In Si Minore" - Fleshgod Apocalypse

Then was a certain sense of smug satisfaction watching the blaster bolts rip through Kiskla's arm, but the weapon had served it's usefulness. Vornskr was quite aware how much the Jedi loved to use tutaminis opposed to Sith, and he didn't want to feed the she-queen anymore than he needed to. With a simple adjustment in the Force, Vornskr disabled the weapon with Mechu-deru and tossed it away, the sound of it bouncing across the ground muffled by the sounds of battle. Vornskr had no true idea on how the tide of battle was, but he suspected the Sith were coming out on top, at least for now. He was familiar with changing lines of battle, and how they can shift back and forth in your favor. Vornskr then brought both lightsabers to his hands, and activated their crimson blades, but let them point lazily towards the broken ground.

"I sense a darkness within you, Master Grayson. It begs to be unleashed, to be let off of it's chain and roam free. It is such a crime to keep something like that restrained... why don't you let it out now and save us all the trouble? Otherwise I'll have to break that pretty little body of yours, and let it all seep out."

Vornskr would suddenly explode into action the moment Kiskla got within range, his blades move to clash against hers. Sparks erupted as crimson met cerulean, Vornskr settling into an aggressive form of Jar'kai, utilizing both blades in conjunction to batter against Kiskla's defenses, and parry her own blades whenever he could. Vornskr was much larger than Kiskla, which gave him more power behind each and every blow, but that also made him slower and less agile than her. However; he was very receptive of his surroundings, and was using the Force to augment his speed in an attempt to match her blow for blow. Time would tell if he could keep this up, but he had taken far less punishment and exertion than her.

 

[Elayne Hawk]

Location: Jedi Temple Entrance | Somewhere!
Objective: Help the Jedi
Allies: [member="Kiskla Grayson"] | Ben Watts | Marcello Matteo | Darron Wraith
Nemeses: Darth Vornskr | Darth Shara | Daella Apparine | Ven'Rain Sekairo | Sopher Jakobs
She had been hiding but she couldn't hide anymore. So she had finally come out of her hole and that was when she used Electric Judgement to blast the sith [member="Darth Vornskr"]. She didn't let up, no, not this time. She began chanting, readying her defense as she waited for the counter to occur. This was the least she could do, help the nearest jedi. She had recovered her strength and it was time to get dirty. She raised hand as she shot the purple lighting at the man. Her other hand reaching for her force forged sword. Her leather body armor, showing the fact she was not from around here.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Location: Jedi Temple Entrance | Flight level of stairs down from the entrance
Objective: Save [member="Elayne Hawk"]'s skin and stabbity stab stab Vornskr.
Allies: [member="Ben Watts"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"] | [member="Darron Wraith"] | [member="Elayne Hawk"]
Nemeses: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Daella Apparine"] | [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"] | [member="Sopher Jakobs"] | [member="Darth Shara"]

Kiskla clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth in irritation at his speech, rolling her eyes — this was why she was more of a diplomat at times. It was how she had avoided the ‘warmonger’ claims of a different time. It had been for her own, and other’s protection; the darkness was like a shadow and a creeping hold; she being an eternal warden. But in being a warden, came control. She allowed it’s freedom through Vaapad and when she needed to be that little ounce more aggressive. It was how she had mastered electric judgement so easily.

Her cerulean blades snapped to life in time to parry his. That darkness that appealed to Vornskr so much, circled her to assist the girl getting in touch with Vaapad once more. Blue and red clashed together consistently, sparks exploding and the sound of hissing and barking extremely loud as each of them summoned on all of their strength to keep each other at bay. Again with the battle of strengths, and Kiskla was at a disadvantage. Each parry made her arm scream out in agony, but she soldiered through; her pretty face as determined as ever.

Then, miraculously, some time was bought for her. Lightning from behind drove into Kaine’s back; this was as much as shock for her as it was for Kaine. He would likely absorb it as he did with hers, but this time the element of surprise was there. Advantage.

Kiskla caught his parry once more, and both blades, slammed down on his from the top, forcing them both together and to the left side. What happened next, was very quick; Vornskr would not be surprised for long. She maintained her strength in her right arm, still slamming down on the blades, while sliding her left sabre free. This left blade had been wrenched back, and used the momentum of the pull to stab forward at his ribs, while she hoped both of his arms were stuck in her lock of her blade. Then, her right leg snapped up and to attention, her knee just missing his wrists as her foot extended with a reinforcement of strength from her metaphysical ally; aimed straight for his solar plexus. This would hopefully send him backward with a nice new stab wound; and give her time to talk.

Whether this worked or not, the Master of the Order raised her voice to the newcomer. She was arrogant, but also concerned. Vornskr had tricks up his sleeve she didn’t want others to contend with; especially when the easy way out was always more tempting than taking the time to do the right thing.

“Thank you — “ came first, then she jerked her head to the top of the stairs. This girl would be better using her strengths, somewhat formidable in the force -- as assessed on the fly by the Kiffar -- in a group. The smell of ozone was thick, and she twisted her blades, keeping a very trained eye on her opponent. Her brow was slick with sweat, and bits of blonde were pressed against her forehead and cheeks. Her uncaclulated disconnection with death and her arrogance were going to get her killed one day. “This is dangerous for you — I’ve got this. If you can get to the manarai district, your lightning would be helpful for the Vong.” She caught her breath, tensing once more to leap at Vornskr in reaction to whatever he was going to come up with. “Or—up there.”

 

[Elayne Hawk]

Location: Jedi Temple Entrance | Somewhere!
Objective: Help the Jedi
Allies: Kiskla Grayson | Ben Watts | Marcello Matteo | Darron Wraith
Nemeses: Darth Vornskr | Darth Shara | Daella Apparine | Ven'Rain Sekairo | Sopher Jakobs
Elayne ran off with the orders of the woman and made her way towards another clash, one that was two vs one and that was hardly fair. She smirked as she saw them both occupied with Ben. This was going to be too easy she thought as she raised her hand and sent purple Electric Judgement towards [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]. This was exhilerating she thought, missing her rancor. Then this would be perfect. but no it was at Syn's house. She sighed and readied her blade whle chanting the words of her next spell, she didn't want to be caught off guard.

 

[Lucianus Adair]

LOCATION: JEDI TEMPLE [OUTSIDE]
OBJECTIVE(S): FLY-BY OF PLAYTHING #2; CONTINUE TO PLAY WITH PLAYTHING #1
ALLIES: UNNECESSARY
ENEMIES: [member="Xander Carrick"] + [member="Aedan Miles"]
MUSIC SELECTION: Harlem Shake

It amused him, pleased him in some small way that at least one of his two opponents was starting to use the organ between his ears, that perhaps the young Jedi had learned something from this encounter and adapted... slightly. There was, however, something that the blonde had not considered, either - the simplest answer to what one does when something is thrown in their direction: [A] catch, or evade.

: The most conservative of energy of the two options, in this circumstance. A simple movement of sidestepping and setting his body perpendicular to the (presently) more flightless of his adversaries, feeling little more than the disturbance of air particles as the purple-haired boy did a unwilling fly-by in salute to no-one. The lightsaber hilt, still with active blade, was passed from his right hand to his left.

[A]: In follow up, there was the matter of the multitude of garbage the blonde was attempting to pummel him with. One brow, the left one, quirked upward as the feet of the purple-haired one passed his back shoulder, and the frontward (right) hand of the Sith rose, palm forward, freezing every bit of mishmash shrapnel directly before him in mid-air, an application that was infinitely more thrilling to use on a living, breathing individual. His lips curled maliciously, and with a flick of the same hand hand, a swift dose of ballistakinesis sent every last bit hurtling back at the young, foolish knight with lethal speed.