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Yusan's eyes went wide and while he attempted to block the shots he soon found himself in cover with a few charred holes in the armor. Staring over the side of it to make sure that this man was keeping his distance while Yusan though. He could send more metal and stone at him but that would be no fun, no he would do this the right way. Doing the same thing as the man had done Yusan used his black armor to his advantage, moving through the shadows slowly and hopefully unseen with a deactivated saber in his hand. [member="Albrecht Tagge"]
RC's feet hit the ground as the gunships began to take heavy fire. They weaved and strafed but the troopers were missing the ropes. Some fell to their deaths and others made it boots to the deck in one piece. RC and Predator Company fanned out creating a semicircle.
"Open fire , kill everything!"
"Aye Corporal."
The platoons rifles lit up the air with crimson bolts and the smell of burnt flesh began to push its way through the filtration in RC's helmet. As the last soldiers hit the deck the gunships veered off and upwards, breaking contact. Two more came crashing down into the dense rooftops but RC was focused on something else entirely.
"Navigator where we at?"
"Two minutes from Manarai Heights Corporal, fighting is thick up there."
"Heavy gunners take flanks. Wedge formation move. Objective is Manarai Heights, I want time to target four minutes max!" RC roared to the Platoon as the screams of fleeing citizens and heavy gunners unloading rent the air.
"Got it, moving."
RC took the middle of the formation as they sprinted through the streets. Grenades and heavy repeaters continued to rain down death in front of them, blasting a twisted and garish path through any citizens in their way. Death incarnate was coming!
Unlike his opponent, while Albrecht lacked training in telekinesis or the like, he did have a finely-tuned force sense ability that allowed him to sense when he was in danger. He turned himself around, blaster raised at the ready as he started to back down the row of databanks. If nothing else, he was incredibly difficult to ambush, which at the very least worked in his favor where all else had failed. His retreated did allow him to get closer to the restricted section of the archives, where the Sith holocrons he had been sent to retrieve were located. As he backed into this room, he turned around for a moment to see what it was he was supposed to find...only to find the entire room empty.
Dammit! They must've been removed before I arrived! he thought furiously, I did this all for nothing!
On the other hand, he was starting to get frustrated for another reason - how had he not won by now? Yusan clearly had barely the same level of training that he did, if not only slightly more, and while he did have Cortosis armor, all it would take was a blow to his unprotected head to kill him. That seemed to be the problem though: for some reason, he couldn't kill him, but he had no idea as to why not.
Coruscant - Jedi Temple flank
Objective - Survive
Allies - The Force
Enemies - [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Cale Gunderson"]
As Tallia explored the golden city from out of her dreams, she came across a sight that left a smile on her face. A temple stood in the center of a large city square. It was huge, nearly double the size of the Coruscant Jedi Temple. It's spires towered over even the tallest buildings in the city. She made her way through the busy streets around it's base and started the climb up to it's elevated entrance.
Once inside, she noticed the sheer amount of force users that filled its large halls. Beings from all different planets and walks of life communed together to learn and meditate on the force.
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The barrage of lightning continued from all three parties present, engulfing them all in flesh searing pain. It was time to go on the offensive. Tallia charged forward at the Mon Calamari first, her light-energized fists swinging. She focused on his lightsaber hand first, grabbing his wrist and trying to force the blade out of his grasp. With her other hand she absorbed more lightning. At such a close proximity, both their bodies became covered in electricity. Luckily, in her current trance-like state, pain was the least of her problems. Pain could be survived. It was far better than giving in to death.
As for Cale, she focused for the first time on the lightsabers on the ground. Tallia activated them and sent them soaring in his direction. he couldn't block both of them, so he would have to dodge. This would give her all the time she needed for the Sith. She spoke to him through the force.
"As the Jedi have been deceived, so also do you deceive yourself. The light will endure."
"Hah! You witch!" Avreet laughed as he continued to deflect her lightning with his lightsaber. He did not have enough energy to sustain his Dark Side power for a prolonged fight, but he did not stop yet, knowing the Jedi would tire herself out any second. Absorbing Force lightning, one of the most destructive powers, required mastery of Tutaminis, which he doubted the girl possessed. Combine it with the fact that everything she did actually drained her body of energy; what she gained was far less than what she had to give to shield her body from harm and take in the purest form of the Dark Side, process it, give it more power and release it back. As a result, her attempts to fight without lightsabers would last for a several seconds at best. Then she'd find herself without energy she required to use the Force, all the while Veles could continue to pour Force lightning for a bit longer as he focused his energy only into his lightning attack. Not like it was necessary; the young Jedi proceeded to attack him with her bare hands while he still wielded his twin lightsabers, each in one hand.
And then she touched him, grabbing the Mon Cal's wide wrist and sending the harmful energy into him. A pained cry escaped his lips, the familiar pain caused by the Dark Side bringing back memories of his training on Korriban. Unlike her, he was not absorbing it, resulting in effectively shooting himself with Force lightning through the young woman. Veles' own Force lightning went into Tallia's body, then she sent it into his form again through her hand firmly holding his wrist. There was no point of hurting himself when the Jedi girl gave him a much better way of attacking her, especially since she put some of her focus into telepathically talking to him.
As the amphibian tightened the grip on the lightsaber in his left hand, his lightning attack stopped and he simply thrust his hand forward, the blade more than long enough to hit her since she held him with her hand. The crimson plasma was meant for her chest, deliver a devastating jab that would put her out of combat. That was not his only attack though, as he immediately yanked his other arm upwards, using his enhanced muscles to easily break free from her grasp and immediately bringing the red blade down in a vertical fashion to separate her extended arm from her body. It would be near impossible to dodge the attack aiming to place the blade into her upper torso given they stood less than a meter from each other, just as it would be incredibly hard for her to save her arm. She might be able to somehow evade one blow, but not both.
Location: Manarai Heights.
Objective: Clean up Job. And remind people of my existence.
The Jedi Knight had a long time ago begun the clean up job of Manarai Heights, the Republic Soldiers fought off the Yuuzhan Vong, forming redoubts in the streets while Silver Jedi allies, [member="Aika Kawakami"], and [member="Sochi Ru"] did their thing and evacuated the civilians. But then his current job was cancelled, when he saw from the corner of his eye, from the speeder that he was on, a squad of soldiers shooting down civilians.
Republic citizens.
The speeder had spiralled upwards, then it came straight down towards [member="RC 212 "]and the Jedi Knight let his body slip off of the speeder as it dived bomb straight towards the Mandalorian's position. If it crashed in them, it would have blown up and hopefully killed them all, he doubted that would have happened though.
That's why he had jumped off the speeder and unclipped his lightsaber as he let the wind slow his descent through his flapping robes.
And the Force of course.
And the Force slowed his descent as he landed on the ground heavily in a roll, standard durasteel armour shining with the blood of the Sith Knight he had killed atop of the Walls of Manarai Heights, and the light from the sun - and the fires around. And the aqua blue blade ignited again for what he hoped was the final time that day. Run before I kill you. Antares projected through the Force towards the apparent leader of the Mandalorians, and attempted to wrap the Force around him in a grip.
"This running around is getting highly on my nerves, do you know how much more physical stress is on my body than yours. I just crashed, i have no right hand other than a machine now, half my face has been burned because of a bomb a month back. Oh and the injuries from when you Sith attacked last time, you are really pissing me off now." He stood in the door and stretched out his hand, attempting to take a hold of the man and use the element of surprise as an advantage in being able to grab him. If it worked he would squeeze so that the man could not shoot at him, but other than that no attack would come from Yusan as Tagge would be gripped should it work.
Assuming Yusan's writer meant a force grip (sorry to break the fourth wall, but you weren't very specific), while Albrecht felt the grip on him, it was very weak compared to the two force blasts he had been hit with before, clearly indicating his opponent's fatigue. There was a chance even now that he could win this fight, he knew, and yet...he couldn't. He turned around, blaster still at the ready, but refrained from shooting
"This just isn't either of our day, is it? Here I am, assigned to retrieve the holocrons that had been stolen from our order over the millenia, only to find that they've all been moved somewhere else already" he growled in exhaustion, "Now get out of my way - I have no reason to waste any more time with you."
Of course, besides not wanting to waste time, he was still a bit unsure as to why he was unable to kill his opponent, and wanted to avoid carrying on this confrontation to give himself time to collect himself and figure out what's going on. However, he had the impression that this wouldn't be an option, and he had one contingency plan he could fall back on if that were the case, but to say it was risky would be an understatement. The most probable outcome, if he was forced to use it would be getting both of them killed.
Yusan breathed in and for a moment it looked like he would try to kill him, up until the breath was released and he spoke. "Ten minutes, start running." Was all he said, waiting for a response from the other man who was also clearly exhausted and tired, perhaps just as much as Yusan though he had the pleasure of the suit helping compensate for his fatigue. [member="Albrecht Tagge"]
It was at this moment that everything started to make sense, and it all had to do with Yusan's act of mercy...a trait he had himself. A Sith could not have mercy or compassion for anyone. It ran counter to their ideology, and was stated to be for the weak but...no, he couldn't be weak...could he? Had he already failed, when his training had barely begun?
Well...there was one way to find out...and that was to leave it in the hands of the Force. If the Force willed him to become stronger, he would survive what would soon happen, and if it didn't...well...at least his death would be quick.
"You're blocking the only way out...and you gave me ten minutes - well, we'll see how long I'm giving you" he answered as he pulled out his comlink and spoke into it, "Bloodfin Two, requesting an airstrike with proton torpedoes on my position."
"How many, sir?" a voice answered.
"...All of them" the acolyte ordered with a tone of finality, "Fire them as close as possible, I don't care if I get caught in the blast."
A moment of silence followed this, as though the TIE Defender pilot on the other end couldn't comprehend what he was hearing, but finally, a response was given. "Affirmative, ETA two minutes."
"Roger, Bloodfin One, out" Albrecht replied before putting his comlink away in a concealed part of his flight suit, then looking up at his adversary, "I suggest you start running - those TIE Defenders will be homing in on my comlink, which means the closer you are to me, the greater the probability of you getting caught in the blast, and considering that's fifteen TIEs, each one with six torpedoes...you probably shouldn't even be in my line of sight."
Ben prepared himself as Daella came in and he knew the giant.... thing would be coming in as well. So much for honor, but then again, scum like her did not exactly understand the meaning of honor or a fair fight. Firmly planting his lightsaber out to his side, he stopped the attack from Daella in front of him, preparing a counter attack he cocked his fist back for a punch but lo and behold the other Sith came in. Lifting up his lightsaber he swung Daella's into the incoming attack from Ven. Backpeddling he continued to block the strikes as she furiously swiped at him trying to get any sort of advantage over him. He parried most of the blows, but then the kick came, and he was unable to do anything about it.
The blow was powerful, lifting him off his feet, and sending him flying across the temple. He landed roughly on the ground with a grunt and he rolled once before he put his hand out and stopped himself. Coughing, he grabbed his ribs, he was having trouble breathing and probably had a broken rib or two. Great, this certainly did not help things, but he had to trudge on. Still, this created some space for him, which he needed. He had to try and keep the two of them separate from each other. Debating on who he wanted to fight he ultimately decided on who he believed to be the weaker of the two, Ven. She was large, but large was his specialty, Daella was a fast and great fighter and he would much rather be fighting her one on one instead of worrying about her surprise attacks.
Using the force, he lifted one of the large pillars that had fallen over, with the broken ribs he found it was harder to lift things than before. This was not good, he could feel his concentration slipping as he focused on the pain, he definitely could not make a mistake now. Flinging the large pillar, it seemed to float through the air, aimed directly at Ven. Coming in quickly behind it, Ben jumped into the air, bringing his lightsaber down hard over the head of Daella. He then rushed into another flurry, picking his attacks calmly and accurately, not leaving anything open on his end but trying to find any sort of weakness on her. The giant would be back soon enough, he had his escape plan ready to buy some more time, she loved to charge him and she was only getting in the way of Daella. This was his only advantage.
Location: Undisclosed location near the crumbling Jedi Temple Allies: None Enemies: [member="Darth Isolda"] Theme: You picked a good one Isolda
That title, the one that Ashin had bestowed upon her since their time in the Sith filled her mind. That loathsome title, the prophecy that seemed to be tied to her – one that she didn’t even know yet everyone else knew. Frowning, she stood still shining through the force perfect balance something she had worked to achieve by understanding both the dark side of the Force and now the light side. After seeing both sides she took it all in and fought hard against the influences of the Dark Side to remain in the path of light. Ironically, the woman who was now a few thousand feet away from her turned to the side of the Sith, moved Spencer to attempt to abandon the temptation of the Dark.
Standing on the crumbled pillar, Spencer took in the sight of the dark woman. There was the quick and sudden invasion into her mind and like with the Phobis device, Spencer used the knowledge to quickly shut every access to her mind off. There was a reason why she was able to return from the depths of the psychotic phobis device with most of her sanity – the girl was a mentalist’s worst nightmare aside from those species unaffected by mental attacks/influences.
Using the Force to hold her body weight, Spencer literally floated in the air as she mocked walking down the stairs for dramatic reasons. Finally feeling the unsettled ground under feet, she shifted and took a step back giving her some sort of base in case the Sith woman decided to tussle instead of talk. Unlike this woman, Spencer chuckled softly and rested a hand against her chin. Speaking allowed her to focus her energy on the barrier that she created with her mind and keeping the woman from penetrating it. “Goddess greets me? I’m quite honored, but like everyone else who has called me this chosen one I’ll tell you that you’ve got the wrong girl. There’s nothing chosen about me.” No weapons were drawn and Spencer relaxed her frame, she knew her entire being was enough of a weapon to take on this lunatic.
“So what are you doing on Coruscant? Typical stuff? Corrupting padawans, laying waste to the masses, attempting to kill all Jedi? Let me know when I’m getting hot. Of course this is the part where I play the hero and tell you that this is where it all ends – but I’m interested in your answer and learning about this Goddess…oh and who are you?”
LOCATION: MOVING TO THE TRANSPORT FOR BETTER HEROIC SHOTS
OBJECTIVE: COVER DA NEWS
ALLIES: EVERYONE EVERYWHERE
ENEMY: KENIKA'S CARRIER
Jek took a drag of a tabac stick and flicked it on to the ground as he got inside the news transport. The bottle of scotch was nearly gone as he lifted it to jis lips and drank a long gulp. He shook the now empty bottle and tossed it out of the hatch with a crash. He looked at the camera droid as the human personal assistant, Gil, counted down to live. The transport began flying over various areas and the droids flew for close ups while the main camera panned to show Jek with the planet in the background.
"This is Jek Floggerty once again showing the battle for Coruscant." He said as the wind whipped his perfectly cut hair but failed to even disturb his mighty mustache, "as you can see Republic personnel are evacuating citizens in several areas. The people with Red laser swords are beating the rainbow laser sword brigade. The Jeki temple is in ruins in a majority of places the one tower is still...wait no there it goes. It fell."
The camera showed the motley assortment of Sith that were fighting on the temple steps aand another showed The new SC fighting on the temple flank.
"I'm not a genius, well thays not true. I am a genius and I think the red laser sword guys are in desperate need of make overs either that or the multi colored lasersword brigade are to pretty to beat the others. There is a lot of figjtong still so I don't know for sure. Bit there are some pretty people in this galaxy, not as goodlokking as me but by the girth of Popo the red laser stick guys are not on the list."
The camera droid pointed and zoomed in on [member="Darth Shara"].
"AHHHHHHHH WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?" Jek yelled, "I MEAN WHAT IS THAT? COME ON IT LOOKS LIKE A MYTHOSAUR AND A RANCOR GOT BUSY AND OUT POPPED UGLY! PULL UP TAKE US TO MY SHIP."
The transport turned and the camera droids began zooming to join Jek. Jek turned to the camera droid for his closing remarks and close up.
"This is Jek Floggerty of Friij News Services," he said into his microphone, "The battle for Coruscant looks to be winding down. This reporter is now pulling back to a safe position as demands for corporate have dictated ((total lie)) and we will begin interviewing survivors and citizens. The is your hero and friendly News Man Jek Floggerty saying you stay classy holonet."
Sending three of the six solider out of the danger zone with wound of the jedi. and their soliders. Finding herself still pushing herself on with what little kits having left. Only to find her fingers around medical kits from both sides. In all her run couldn't tell if she was the one wounded. Only those knowing that the different color blood she had on her had to be of different races. It was in this flow of hers she had a feeling that those that would be the her brothers and sisters that giving aid to. All the time no matter what happen still keeping eye upon the battle taking place between [member="Darth Veles"] and a jedi unknown her name feeling how much energy both was using but having known the sith and what level he was at knowing that this one had no match to this one. All the great jedi she read with this kind of great power even she didn't have that was the great Yoda and Ankin. Shaking her head, as he needed to get back into forces. Feeling the pain shoot up her leg only to feeling come again, to almost sharp looking up a solider in the heat of the battle coming at her. Raising her hand upon him pushing him until hit his head and knock him out.
Her fingers upon another one as she seek what was wrong inside of this one with how it rip through this one wondering how this one could be still alive. It was only after she was inside of the wound, feeling the darkness with in him. Only to grasp her arm tightly but then with her mind he try to go with in to trap her to make her do things. Pulling her arm back send a wave only to see that with this little act he went out cold. It worked for her to finish up the closing of the blood off. Slowing a bit now as left the sith to wake up later all he would have was a bad ache, needing more medical treatment.
Stepping up as she did so bring her every so closer to where the two of them was engaged. Going to her knees again to find herself slapping on medical batca patch. Turning herself around to another body another one wearing darker clothing, finding this one gone on to be one with the force, getting help up upon which went to the left side of Darth Veles seeing another sith as this time taking out the last took of her paste to pour it upon her hand as she let her hands warm with that bring her hands to glow a yellow. Finding herself to slow down the time around her to do what needed knowing that after she did this one would be wiped again. Only to see herself digging deeper into this one wound.
((OOC: Last Siobhan post was more than 48 hours ago. There has been no reply from Vindica. Moving on)).
Location: Very high in the sky, flying away from the front of the wrecked Temple
Objective: Find another target. Or have a smoke. Whichever comes first.
Enemies: Currently none due to lack of response from [member="Darth Vindica"]
Allies: @HK-36
Having survived a full blast of lightning unscathed due to being analogous to a plane while flying and having subsequently unleashed an overpressurised shockwave on the level of a bomb blast, Siobhan shot upward as she ascended even further into the sky with great speed and flew away. Darth Vindica must have taken a lot of punishment. Especially since at the start of the battle he had death charged a company-sized force of elite troopers armed, among other things, with lots of bolters and rotary cannons. Even force god Revan could only take a few blaster bolts. Even the beskar Siobhan wore could only take so many hits. So, with force flight propelling her, soon she was but a blip in the sky to anyone on the ground as she vanished from the premise. She herself was undamaged other than her armour having been scorched a bit at the start since the whole fight had taken place at range.
With youthful vigor Odium began moving at the groups of Master. The single ignited crimson blade of his saberstaff held vertically as he approached. The fires of the Templ burned behind him and smoke as black as pitch rose into the sky of the Future throne world of the Dark Lord.
His black eyes were quick to pick up movememt from his side as Padawan En-pea Cee attacked. The padawan's blue blade streaked through the air mere inches from Odium's nose. Odium had stopped short and then lifted his blade and removed the Padawan's head. The body and head fell separately and moments apart as Odium continued his approach to fight the Jedi Masters. He rolled a mental D100 and his lot fell on [member="Darron Wraith"]. Odium closed in on the Master and teied to get into striking range. This was gonna be good...
Location: Undisclosed location near the crumbling Jedi Temple
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Spencer Jacobs"]
Music: Imperatrix Mundi
Darth Isolda’s crimson lips went curling into a pleased smile at the sudden and resonating mental walls that came crashing down around the Jedi’s mind, but not before she was able to glean bits and pieces of the empath. Yes... something rooted her to where she clung to the Force. It was enough to draw a mirror of the soft chuckle that [member="Spencer Jacobs"] had bubbling out of her delicate throat.
“[SIZE=10pt]You are not the first to deny her Fate. Denying does not stop what will come to pass. Her truth shall prevail.[/SIZE]” She gave a pause, her neck and head rotating lightly to the right to study the woman further with an almost eerie manner, as if inspecting her scrying bowl for what she sought for. Those tattoos slithering over her skin would pulse, throb, and slowly cut flesh like thorns as beads of blood fed the sacrifice of flesh to the Bogan Goddess of Vahl.
“[SIZE=10pt]There are no heroes or villains in this. This is not the part either of us play.[/SIZE] ” came her throaty reply, so assured and convinced of those words that it would roll off her in an almost tangible cloud of the Darkside.
Truth.
“[SIZE=10pt]There is merely the plan of the Goddess. I am merely Her instrument to reveal it. Fate. Truth. Prophecy. We all have our paths to tread upon, set for us for the ultimate and glorious outcome.[/SIZE] ” those pitch black orbs went reflecting the Empath’s image back at her, only that instead of the form that stood in front of her, it would be a stream of various facets of the woman. Words came to mind. A vague medley of images and constructs without context. Words that could be for anyone, but perhaps, would strike a cord.
“Order a midst the Chaos.” The Eye of the Dark Lord told the woman, as she stood still, the void of her gaze following the glowing aura that is Spencer.
“You recognize this, Chosen One..... It is not for us to vacillate back and forth on the issue. The galaxy is fractured. We see the vast web before us, feel the slightest of vibrations that like the flutter of Koros butterflies will eventually manifest into a tempest at full bloom. From the Goddess comes destruction. And from that chaos comes rebirth. It is the natural order of things.”
Location: Manarai Heights.
Objective: Kill all Republic personel.
RC heard the whine of speeder close in fast and was able to duck out of the way as it careened into one of his fire-teams and exploded in furious ball of flame and smoke. The shock wave pressed the area, making him stumble several steps. As he came to he faced down the new Jedi arrival.
He felt his touch, the familiar influence of the force tingled his mind. Red rage filled his vision, as a mist of battle descended upon him. Inside his soul a great beast yawned and stretched. Adrenaline pumped through his veins. RC's senses were heightened. The weight of the weapon in his hand, the field of his vision, crystal clear. He felt the invisible tendrils of the force wrap around him, and time stood still.
With a knowledge born of many battles RC knew he had only one choice. Distract and disarm his opponent. It was the only way to save himself. With a fluid dexterity he dropped his DC-17 to its sling and drew both Verpine shatter guns from his embroidered leather holsters. The barrels came up and in as RC squeezed the trigger, creating a linear trajectory of sonic speed slugs that boxed in and began to converge on the new arrival.
Endless, cavernous darkness. The bystander shouts loud... or attempts to, but no words form, despite his best efforts.
Then, a voice. Male. The words seem... almost hard to understand. Not as if impeded, or muffled, the words have meaning, but the meaning is lost, the form of the words, lost, once they have passed through his mind. But an intent, a bevy of emotion remains.
Steadfastness, support, against... what? The bystander, his brow furrows. He feels as if he should know, but the answer is just beyond the tip of his tongue, beyond the reach of his fingers, save for the feeling of dread it leaves. His heart spikes.
Then, as if with a crack of thunder, shock. Panic. Joy-yet-grief-overwhelming. Fixation. Desire.
A streak of light, like lightning skittering across a vast expanse of stormcloud passes before his eyes, and his arm raises to shield them. Too bright TOO BRIGHT.
A scene comes alive before him, but it is blurry, far too much, as if he has been without eyes for an age. Many gathered, but from the vantage point of spectator, not participant. And the heart is pounding. The eyes wide. The eyes are not his own, and just as the gathering becomes clearer...
...as if, yanked from it by an unseen hand, the scene blurring from one thing to the next. And the next. And the next, next, nextnextnextnext.
He jolts awake in a sweat, breathing heavy. There are eyes on him. His eyes are wide, seemingly bigger than they really should be. He looks around, panicked, taking in faces, surroundings, in an errant fashion. There is a smell, acrid. He is severely confused.
What, he wonders, am ah doing on th'floor? 'ave I been drinking?
Then his head jolts, and his eyes squeeze shut, a moan of pain rolling out of his mouth. A sound of seething follows, working up to a disbelieving, angry, and wailing roar.
"No. No. Nonono!" He looks to the faces, again. They are speaking, but the words are muffled, not making any sense. He bolts upright, and skitters back a full foot, breathing as if he has run miles, sucking in breath, as if his lungs are burning. The faces, the bodies attached to those faces move tentatively after him. He cringes, hides his face, and begins to weep. One of the onlookers comes close, and carefully slips a hand on his shoulder, squeezing softly.
His hands raise, shaking, and the fingers knit into his hair.
"It was supposed t'be rare..." He muttered, turning his head slowly to the... woman, at his shoulder. His face contorted. "...Ah was told these things WERE SUPPOSED T'BE RARE!"
Hands disengaged from his head, covering over his face. The tears couldn't seem to stop.
"Padawan Morlandt? Jannik?"
Then, his face lifts from his hands, his hands ball into fists. Rage flashes across his face, and he lunges at the concerned woman - but who she is supposed to be doesn't really register - and she scrambles back, beyond his reach, her head and eyes flicking away from his for but a moment.
He grates loudly in angry frustration, and lashes out, brutely shoving at her with the Force.
"You..."
He sucks in a long breath, rising shakily to his feet. His words are wracked with grief.
"...how could y'KEEP THIS FROM ME?!"
"Keep what, Jannik?"
His hands rush through his hair again, and he begins to advance, shaky step, by shaky step.
"WHERE IS SHE?! WHERE'S KIRA?"
"Jannik, I..."
"WHERE? TELL ME. TELL ME NOW!"
"...you have to calm down! Please!"
Then, there is a sharp pinch in his arm, and just enough time to see the needle, the face of another, then the world around him spins, as his eyes roll back and he drops out of consciousness again.
Location: Crumbling High Council Chamber under a giant Jedi
Allies: [member="Erinyes Draclau"]
Avalore was beyond the point of remaining calm. She'd been through the destruction of a planet at the hands of the Sith before, and she'd not made it out unscathed. The chamber began to collapse around them in a great, thunderous groan - a sound of dispassion, of all the broken hope. The young Healer began to hyperventilate beneath the cover of the giant Jedi Knight, arms wrapped over her head, eyes shut tight against the sound that resonated so deeply she felt it in her core.
Heart hammering in her chest, she became only acutely aware of the fact that her pants were sticking to her legs. Had she...peed herself in fright?
