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The Righteous Side of Hell [Republic Re-Invasion of Alderaan vs. One Sith {Masters & NFUs only}]

Vulpesen turned as the jedi leaped away and with a swirl of his saber he face Talon, a brow raising in question. "You refuse to strike. Why?" His sabers swirled again in his hand and he started a slow pacing in front of his opponent. Even when he was a jedi he had fought on a battle zone. After all, why else should one be there?
[member="Talon Vosra"]
 

Talon Vosra

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[member="Darth Tsolan"]

Talon shrugged.

"I don't need to," Talon said simply, "Did you want to be hit?"
 
He rose a brow and stopped his pacing for just a moment. "I prefer a challenge. As for needing to, you truly have fallen as a jedi if you refuse to defend or pursue your "crusade to defend the galaxy." Your passiveness isn't marking you as a protector of life, but merely an observer."

[member="Talon Vosra"]
 
Location: Edge of Aldera?
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Dem Hippies

Cameron was...not a romantic Sith in the sense of having some grand purpose or design on the galaxy. The galaxy, to Cameron, was just a big playground that was routinely ransacked by disaster, disease, bullies, and nature. He used to have some vision of leaving a legacy amongst the galaxy...a mark, but he'd been much younger in those days. The Sith Lord had viewed the galaxy from a throne, the streets, countless battlefields, and even the vaunted halls of being worshipped as a deity. The conclusion he came to was that...he hated sentients that were pathetic. A clarification. Pathetic did not mean an individual merely thought differently than he. He would forever respect any group or individual that managed to actually uphold the beliefs they allowed to drivel from their mouths like water from a waterfall.

Thus far, he'd been content to sit on the sidelines and watch the conflict between the One Sith and Republic develop. It had been one hilariously amusing roller coaster ride. Actually...that implied there was a continuous strain between the two sides. There was not. Not only did the Sith seem to continuously defeat the Republic and the Jedi, they even managed to force the Republic and Jedi to submit to methods and viewpoints that went against just about every doctrine the Republic or Jedi had ever held 'dear'. The news of the Sith's attack on Alderaan had piqued Cameron's interest even if only because he owed the Alderaanian people a little gift, courtesy of their nobility. Surely...[member="Rianna Ordo"] did not think he was simply going to forget her lack of assistance in his own time of need.

The beautiful part about all of this? Cameron didn't really care. Rianna, however, was all feeling, all the time. In fact if there was one person on the planet's surface apart from [member="Kiskla Grayson"] that the Sith Lord could pick out of a thousand others with rather little effort, it was Rianna. Imagine his fortune when he sensed her drawing near as he gazed out at the ruins of Aldera, smiling thinly. Alderaan wasn't really pathetic...they remained everything they claimed to be, largely peaceful and as a result a perfect target for any military action. For a very brief moment, he wondered how many planets were ready to jump ship from the Republic's 'protection' these days.

Making no effort to conceal his presence, the Sith Lord approached the Jedi Master and...whoever else had just fallen out of the sky into the area. Ignoring [member="Saki"] for the time being, he directed his amplified voice across the destruction to Rianna's ears. "Well, well. The Jedi Master guardian of Alderaan. You're doing a great job." Words would suffice for...a brief amount of time only.
 

Zion Krayt

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Locationm: Aldera Ruins.

Well since he couldn't see her since he wasn't particularly paying attention to anything but sight, touch, hear, and a bit of the Force to warn him of an attack, the force speed that caused him to move faster gave him no reason to stop and so he continued onwards.
 
The assault shuttle containing reinforcements to the embattled Republic troops near [member="Simone"]'s position arrived amidst a definitive hail of anti-air fire. Before it could completely touch down to deliver its payload of troopers, a seemingly errant super-heated round tore through the vessel's hull. Several figures attempted to jump the remaining few meters to the ground, one in particular dressed in no recognizable uniform. Adorned somewhat typically in a simple pair of khaki-colored pants, a long-sleeved shirt, and a somewhat tattered brown cloak, Marcello Matteo emerged from the shuttle against just about every fiber of better judgment in his body.

After a quick assessment of the battlefield around him and a passing discussion with the acting commander of the engaged Republic forces, the Rogue Master's glacier-blue gaze was turned in Simone's direction. Arching a curious eyebrow, he nodded a brief thanks to the commander. If he got his ass shot off trying to help some crazy lady run across a battlefield, he was going to be pissed. [member="Kiskla Grayson"] owed him big time for this. Rest assured, Marcello Matteo was present not for sake of defending those that had abandoned the principles upon which the Republic supposedly stood. He was here for those fighting tooth and nail to make it work...to stand against the onslaught of attack from friend and foe alike. More importantly...he was here because two specific individuals made him realize it was necessary.

Drawing on the aura of the Force that sustained his entire existence, the Rogue Master darted off into the distance as little more than a distorted blur. For the moment, he did not bother to draw his weapon.

[member="Darth Veles"]
 
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Location: The Grave of Squad Gamma, Aldera City, Alderaan
Enemies: [member="Kiskla Grayson"]

With a blank expression, Darth Junra listened to [member="Kiskla Grayson"]. She took a step forward with her right foot. She lowered her hand once again.

Grayson,” she said to Kiskla still with a flat voice.

The battle around them continued. Death could be felt in the Force. An innumerable amount of lives vanished with each second. Darth Junra did not seem to be affected by any of it - either that or she continued to squash any emotion from showing as she did while infiltrating the Jedi.

When do wars end?” she asked Kiskla, not directly answering the Grand Master’s questions.

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Talon Vosra

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[member="Darth Tsolan"]

Talon raised and eyebrow as the Sith guy in the weird armor talked again.

"And Wolf or fox armor doesn't make you a warrior merely a casual loser" Talon replied to the Sith Hero-of-his-own-story. "I think I can hit you now."
 
Location: Alderaa Ruins
Enemies: [member="Tsavong Kraal"], [member="Darth Mierin"], [member="Darth Carach"]
Allies: [member="Phylis Alince"], [member="HK-36"]


Siobhan was actually wearing full beskar'gam, as had been said. This included a helmet. So while it was true that her exertions were putting a strain on her, with beads of sweat dripping down her face, the Vong would probably not be able to see that. As for the whirlwind, she had stopped casting that by now, even before she took to the skies, though it might still be raging in a far weakened manner. However, he was absolutely correct in his assumption that Siobhan was, well, a bit mad in the head. Perhaps more than a bit. She was most certainly no Sith though, even though she was just much as no Jedi. Her actual affiliation was a bit complicated, beyond the hating Sith part.


In any case, on to her actions. Siobhan was actually hit by the beastlings the Vong had tossed at her. Or rather she was struck by the powerful, seemingly deafening sonic room that hit her with great force, along with the flash since they were the Vong version of flash bangs. However, as has been said, she was wearing full beskar'gam and that included a beskar helmet, which meant that the explosions would not knock her out. She was momentarily blinded and deafened by the initial boom and flash just as her helmet adjusted to it, making her HUD darken and being cut from sound. The effect was only momentary, though it was enough to make her tumble out of the sky and fall. Pain surged through her being as she crashed against the wall of a large building. As was common she had been flying rather high, so being disorientated for a short moment would not send her crashing right down to the ground.


However, the surge of pain, while quite unbecoming to her back as she felt something snap painfully, had the effect of throwing her out of her daze so that she snapped out of it. Clarity returned to her as her vision was no longer hazy and, taking a breath, she surged upward once more into the sky. Her instincts were to engage the Vong but she saw Phylis battling Mierin, felt the surge of power as the Sith Master unleashed an onslaught of dirt and dust towards the librarian.


Instinctively Siobhan pushed back, countering the massive wave of energy with one of her own, an enormous wave meant to crash into and override. The Sith Pureblood would probably still be standing, but the onslaught of debris and dirt would be caught and driven back to her, which should aid Phylis a bit. At least that was the intention.


However, then she was suddenly reeling as if under a powerful onslaught as her mind felt like it was being crushed to paste. Her concentration slipped and that was enough to send her falling out of the sky and tumbling down in an uncontrolled descent. Pain and agony surged through her being and the Force no longer obeyed her as she sought to reach out and so crashed onto the roof of a building she had been hovering over, having maintained at least enough control to fall there rather than on the ground.


White hot pain shot through. Her armour had cushioned her fall, though it now felt heavy on her shoulders, but something in her back had still broken. Actually, probably more than one thing. She tried to rise but found that she could not, her limbs no longer responding to her and she felt as if her mind was being torn apart, paralysis seemingly being induced. She felt a surge of panic and fear as she lay there, then a moment of clarity came as the sigil of hope she wore pulsed, feeding her with energy and trying to strengthen her against the influence. Now the sigil would obviously not be strong enough to give her the power to drive a master mentalist out of her mind, but it functioned well enough as an early warning system of sorts.


As has been said, Siobhan was for the most part a pure sledgehammer, wholly lacking in subtlety. She had no talent for mentalism beyond the most basic mind trick that any Jedi Padawan would know. However, while she was wholly unable to to perform mental attacks of the sort Carach/Jared was using, she had a certain experience in dealing with them by now. The ancient Sith lord Shadow had possessed her and driven her to the brink of madness, utterly breaking her mind, a Bando Gora Mad God had tried to turn her into his slave, Kaine had sought to defeat her by making her experience her worst fears. Her instinct was to blindly lashed out like a cornered animal, but she tried to concentrate and focus, desperately as the pain became greater by the moment, building up what amounted to a mental wall to shield herself and reinforce it, building said wall higher and higher.


Her mind pulled back into what could be called a safe place. The mind of Siobhan Kerrigan was an interesting place to be. Well, actually that's not true since really it was pretty basic. She was a woman with basic tastes and desires, though she pursued all those beyond the point of hedonistic excess. This particular safe place was a luxurious room with all the amenities one could imagine. It also featured a beautiful redhead dressed in a magnificient red dress, looking every inch the queen. The other individual in the room was a gorgeous brunette wearing a shiny leather outfit. It was a realm obscured by fade to black curtains.


Perhaps the activities pursued involved crochet, they required movement though. She could not abruptly push out the mental influence, nor could she track the Sith mentalist due to his cloaking and in any case her senses were still reeling, but, very shakily, she got to her feet as some clarity returned to her. There was only so long she could on her own before she succumbed once more and this time the effects might be more lasting. Siobhan knew little about mentalism, but her attacker had to be close and she had to be in said attacker's sights, so she thought at least. Another rooftop...perhaps. She could not trace the Sith, so the next logical step was clear: Hit all of the rooftops in the immediate vicinity.


Well, it sounded logical to Siobhan at least! She breathed heavily, almost panting, beads of sweat dripping down her forehead and back, pain shooting through her legs, but the sigil of hope fed her with energy, keeping her going and so she lashed out as the energies of the Force writhed inside her. So she unleashed a powerful telekinetic blast, omnidirectional in nature. The wave of telekinetic energy would shoot forth from her and sweep across the nearby rooftops with crushing force. It would not be sufficient to tear apart a roof or even a building, since it was more akin to someone pulling off a sweeping blow with a very big and powerful hammer. Obviously the blast would weaken in strength the further it got from her, but there was nonetheless powerful force behind it, her cold fury giving it fuel. If Carach caught in the blast then at least the concentration of the mentalist should be disrupted. She used the Force like a hammer and when she swung it in a powerful blow it could be felt, with the air shifting and twisting into strange shaped as the area of effect outburst of energy swept through.
 
He gave a small shake of his head and widened his stance at the jedi's words. "And this is said by the very man who thinks a non-red saber somehow makes him a good guy. The truth is, our orders are closer than you think. Closer than I had thought. So here we are, you hide behind insults while I prefer actions. Show me that the man I remember lies in there. The one who "overcame" his darkness to rise higher and faster than I had thought possible. Then again, promotions are easy when more and more of your people see the truth." Despite his speech, he still kept himself ready for an attack. After all, speech didn't exactly mean that one's mind went completely blank.

[member="Talon Vosra"]
 

HK-36

The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
Location: Aldera Ruins, Allied Frontlines
Objective: Dance Around the Vong
Allies: The Last Alliance, [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Phylis Alince"],
Enemies: The One Sith, [member="Tsavong Kraal"], [member="Darth Mierin"],
Musical Selection: Sometimes When We Touch by Dan Hill


While the Tef-Vong prepared his attack against HK, the droid was pulling from one of his pouches a trick of his own. He would take a DUST ball, the grenade-like object filled with ashy particles of the miniature tracker as he tossed it in the Vong's direction, the device would beep only once as it erupted in a cloud of grey particle, funny enough the DUST looked exactly like its namesake, just ash, dirt, unassuming dust. The cloud that resulted from the gadget had strong chances of tagging Tef-Vong with it, the chances of Mierin getting some of it were much smaller, but still there, it's up for their writers to decide, Phylis and Sio were seemingly too far from it at the moment, Phylis being even farther than Miriam and Sio flying at the moment. Of course, most of the trackers would end up in the air or soil, which was expected with utility such as the DUST. Due to the area of effect of the grenade, the effects of DUST were temporary, as opposed to the tracker being ingested, so anyone caught in its effects would be able to get rid of it with application of good old water whenever it is convenient for them.


Anyhoo, since HK was busy swatting around the beetles and throwing DUST, he did not exactly noticed Tef-Vong's trick with the shield and the plasma eel, he did picked up on the shield being thrown in his direction. By then the droid learned that when somebody throws something at him during a battle and they are not allies they are usually doing so for one or mix of three reasons. The object is explosive or will affect an area within which the droid is in some manner of horrible effects, the object can deploy a strike from other weapon, like orbital bombardment, or it can fight on its own, or it can cut pretty much through anything, which he really doubted in this case as it was a shield being thrown.

And so HK had only time to tumble away from the calculated point of impact between the makeshift projectile and the ground, curling up into a little droid ball of metal as the Vong Shield exploded. The flash of it was brilliant, dancing in yellow, orange, and red colors of the plasma eel colorized by the shield's fire-breathing properties, the ball of shockwave and fire spreading outwards as if some vile, infernal spell would be cast by a warlock. As the Hellball did its dance of destruction a smoking object could be seen propelled from it, blue light enveloping its frame as it disappeared in one of the nearby ruined buildings. The light was from the droid's double redundant deflector shield systems, one from the Power Armor he wore into battle on usual, the second from his new Masterwork Vessel. And so much of his equipment would be saved from the flames and heat of the explosion as the two shield systems absorbed the energy of heat, as well as kinetic impacts from any debris the explosion would throw in his direction, diffusing the direct damage although it could not diffuse the shockwave.


And so with a nice impact the droid's momentum would be stopped by his well-timed limbs and a concrete wall at one of the lower levels of the ruined building where he was tossed into. Ejecting himself from it with a push, he would turn just in time to see a cloud of dust and debris raise on the battlefield, it was not from the explosion that just happened, it was something else. The work of Darth Miriam. Machine's sensors and trackers would go to work, penetrating the dust she has thrown up through nifty use of infrared vision and other spectrum, as well as the presence of DUST particles the droid has thrown around earlier, covering the ground and still present in the air to give the droid a better idea of the combatants and obstacles' position. He would pull off the MD-1 launcher off of his back, as opposed to the heavy weapon Siobhan carried with herself HK did not loaded this time with explosive standard Bolt Gun ammunition, this time he switched things up a bit and went with the solid metal Slug Bolt Gun Ammunition. Basically the same caliber as standard Bolt Gun ammunition but made from large solid metal bullet, instead of explosive charges inside there was only more metal, making the projectile quite heavy. Which meant that at the same velocity it would be propelled as standard ammunition it would generate greater Kinetic Energy, therefore where it would lack from the conical area of effect the standard ammunition offered when fired from MD-1, it would make up in the greater degree of focused damaged. As such, it could punch straight through even heavy tanks or walkers, making it a much better weapon against single targets rather than MD-1 loaded with Standard Ammunition.

Anyway, HK took the heavy weapon in his hands and noticed something, it was crackling and arcing a bit, surely damage from the whole being-thrown-around issue, he nodded slightly to himself, realizing that he probably had only one shot at this. Anyway, as he took aim he used the sensor and tracking methods mentioned in couple paragraphs earlier to pick up on Mierin's position, the aiming would not take long as he pulled the trigger of his Mass Driver-


And then there was flash, almost immediately after the trigger was pulled, bright flash inside the cloud of dust and debris conjured by Mierin, the flash created by friction and kinetic energy being released as the Mass Driver's projectile met whatever it was in its path, whether it was Mierin herself or a shield of sorts, or just ground itself. As mentioned in other posts, the Mass Driver did not created a muzzle flash due to magnetic systems propelling the projectile, it certainly did create noise though! After the cloud of dust that covered Mierin begun to rock and erupt from the pressure of the projectile's impact and resulting shockwave, dissipating slightly to clear up the view, the thunderous roar of the gun would be heard, after all its projectile would travel faster than sound, and meet its resistance with ground or Mierin before the sound of the shot would reach them. It would shake the very structure of the building HK was in, although there wasn't anybody in his proximity to stun, and by proximity the writer means right by him.

But then another sound would join him, a whirring, zapping sound, only accelerating and picking up on magnitude with each second. The droid knew what that sound was and immediately threw the Mass Driver aside, the rails in their damage could not dissipate their charge properly, and so as more power went into them to prepare for another shot they short-circuited and begun to overload, preparing for an explosion.

HK just ran, there was nothing else he could do, just look ahead, sprint, and hope for the best, his shield systems was still low on charge if not entirely deactivated, his armor's structure was most likely somewhat compromised with all the tumbling and being thrown around by his jet propulsion systems and the Vong Shield's explosion, his odds of making through in full equipment were running short.


And so, finally the Mass Driver would erupt in a brilliant flash of blue light and flames as its more capable power supply was ignited and went critical. The dust and debris would envelop HK's running form as the whole structure begun to shake and crumble, the ruined building collapsing on the machine's position.

Coincidentally, the partially ruined building where this all happened was also the building on top of which [member="Darth Carach"] lain hidden. Although the Sith would most likely be fine, since the gunshot would give him a bit of heads up something was going on a bit of distance beneath him, the collapsing building could still be a threat to him since he was on top of it, that is if he wasn't quick enough. Plus he would have to leave his hiding spot and find a new one, most likely breaking his concentration as well for a bit. So that was inconvenient.
 
In Umbris Potestas Est
[member="Zaren Bouqi"]

Following him, she carefully aimed her disruptor pistol, making sure to lead him... And fired. The bolt would likely end up somewhere in front of him... if it hit him, she would be quite surprised. Still, after taking the shot, she would continue to follow him.
 

Talon Vosra

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[member="Darth Tsolan"]

"Not really sure what your talking about sport." Talon said moving forward hands held at the ready with open palms. "But it sounds kind like a bit of sand got in your cod piece."

Talon circled to the man's left and tossed a quick left handed jab at the man.
 
Alderaan Ruins
[member="HK-36"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Tsavong Kraal"]

The convenience was almost too large, bordering on meta and all that unsavory elements, but Carach wasn’t a man who enjoyed to break the fourth wall all too often and neither did he have one of those fancy Velok Emblems, if he had had one of those the Sith Lord surely would have blasted right through the causality paradox created by the droids convenient location picking.

Adding to that was the TK Goddess royal usage of kinetic explosions all around the place, both of those situations made the Sith Lord just slightly anxious and maybe a bit on edge, but he wouldn't be a Lord of the Sith, if he wasn’t prepared to deal with such affairs in kind.

One of the explosions rocked the floor on which he had been sitting, a rock the size of a small boulder lashed out from it’s wall and hit him straight in the back, sending him flying onto a different roof, that wasn’t conveniently being exploding.

It was a good thing that Carach’s muscles and bonestructure was being enforced by Rybcoarse and a variety of other Neuro-Saav provided assortments. Which, truthfully, wasn’t the same as not being wounded at all, he could feel the vibration reaching through his body and snapping a rib or two.

Wasn’t a pleasant feeling, but as Crucitorn settled in, it was easily ignored for now.

During all this time, Siobhan had fallen somewhere out of Carach’s eyesight, which didn’t really matter. It was true that having a line of sight against your victim was the best way to infiltrate ones mind, but it wasn’t nearly as compulsory as men wanted you to think. Besides, he was already in her mind, even though she was erecting barriers around her core quicker than a blushing maiden trying to deny her virtue.

This too mattered little in the grand scheme of things, his cloaking was still very much intact and with that it would only need time to break through her walls. Drawing from the Sith Blade that was strapped to his back and the Sith Amulet hanging from his neck, he started to resume assaulting Siobhan’s mind, this time with even more fervor than before and with the aid of two artifacts.

The droid would be next on the menu though, right after flashwiping the Kerrigan’s mind from existence.
 
The Scion-class stealth corvette Atrocious Aim slowed as it reached the end of its crawl. Cronau radiation was a serious problem for a cloaked ship, and so they had dropped into real space beyond the edge of the system and cruised the rest of the way over a few hours.

On board there were clicks and snaps as pieces of equipment were locked into place, weapons were tested and comms checked. The strike team had been prepared purely as an escort for Raziel and his entourage, but it seemed they would be seeing real action instead. They had been heading into One Sith space to negotiate with their intelligence branch for a sharing pact.

A pity they had received word of a Republic counter offensive. At first, the Jedi Master had considered returning to Authority space. He was hardly a battlefield soldier, specialising more in subterfuge. However, they had a small highly trained eight man squad, Nightshrike armour, and a pair of Hunter Killer drones as backup. This was perhaps an opportunity instead to demonstrate their willingness to assist the Sith cause.

Not that he personally had the slightest care for it. In his opinion they would have been better off siding with a more gullible ally, but both sides were short of friends these days.

"Contact Sith command, get us on their comm channels. Ask for a landing spot, and make sure they know where we are," he ordered to one of the pilots over the intercom. It would do no good to turn up to help, only to be eradicated at the centre of a proton bomb explosion. One didn't enter someone else's battlefield without some shared situational awareness.

He opened his mind up to the emotions of those around him. The elite team were reassuringly closed off, veterans of many combats. This team specialised in extracting compromised agents from hostile territory. The emotions of the technical team and analysts he had brought were so bright to his mind's eye. They had been nervous before, they hadn't signed up to enter a battlefield.

"We have a location, we'll drop you in and deploy the drones, but you'll need to make your way at least a kilometre by foot," came a reply a minute later.

"Understood."

 
Tsolan's right foot swept across the ground, turning his body while one of his hands darted out towards Talon's hand. With his fingers together anad pointed outwards, his goal was simple, and more than possible. Impale the offending hand. The talons of a zorren were made to cut through fleshm made to kills creatures for him to eat and whhile he had no intention of eating [member="Talon Vosra"], he was certainly fine with getting his hands a bit messy.
 
[member="Darth Mierin"], [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Darth Carach"]

Phylis noted with approval that the Sith woman had fallen to the ground as intended. However, as she fell she'd thrown up a cloud of dust to distract Phylis. The Jedi Master called on the Force to wave it aside, coughing as she did.

Out of the dust there came a flying, hissing...thing! It was the thing which had spat poison at her before, and now looked very viciously like it wanted to tear her to pieces! In that split second she saw what it was, an indication of its nature as a Vong. As it flew at her, the Jedi's lightsabre arced around like this was a game of ball and hit the thing dead on and sent it spinning away. The lightsabre would not kill it...due to Vong construction...but it was out of the way for a few moments.

No sooner was this done, and she was about to continue her attack, then she sensed distress from Siobhan.

If there was one thing which could hurt the battering ram, it was a powerful mental attack, and that seemed to be what was happening now. Turning, she could see Siobhan on the roof not far away, a malignant presence. And so, rather than continuing the attack on the downed Sith, she called on the Force to aid Siobhan, to use her own mental barriers to help shield Siobhan, to protect her mind more.

It would give her Sith opponent a chance to recover, but it was the right thing to do.
 
[SIZE=12pt]Location: Just inside City of Aldera ruins[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Enemies: [member="Cameron Centurion"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Allies: [member="Saki"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rianna had started toward Saki one careful footstep after another until she felt that familiar presence one that she was beginning to think was stalking her. She smiled at Saki, then slowly turned toward Cameron.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“You know I do my best Cameron, but it’s the Sith they keep coming back. I have not yet figured out why that is, perhaps you could tell me?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rianna was not one to immediately draw a blade to fight no she tried not to fight, but there were times it came down to no option. She folded her hands before her holding them at her waist. She and Cameron had history and not the favorable kind. He was always finding new ways to taunt her mentally and she was always trying to convince him there were other ways.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She was not sure if he was aligned with the One Sith that currently held the planet, but did it matter in the long term, most likely not Cameron was still a Sith no matter what. And he was very good at subterfuge and each time they met she learned more about how in the end she would ultimately defeat him. Even if it wasn’t today, today was just one more step closer.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She had thought to ask about Sherry but then remembered he had decided to leave her there, it is hard to get a prisoner out of a mandlalorian prison no matter who you are. The one thing she wouldn’t allow the needless death of others, and she knew the Vod they would fight even if Cameron had offered every credit he had at the time. Ah but it was now history, and the results were now accountable between she and Cameron.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“So, what brings you by?” She smiled.[/SIZE]
 

Talon Vosra

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Talon clenched his teeth as he threw his jab and watched as the Sith reached out to stab at his fist with his wolf claws. He didn't pull back as fast as he normally would have and felt the claws slash his hand. However, while his hand had shot out his other had dropped to his yellow saber and the blade came on with a snap-hiss as it slashed from the side at waist level aiming to split the sith in two.
 
Tsolan's ears flicked to the snap hiss and in an instant, he brought his own weapon to bear, blocking his enemy's blow with a clash of red and gold. "Disappointing." He knew Talon was a shadow and as such, he would expect more from him. Why join the assassins of the jedi if you weren't going to give much effort in eradicating the dark? Effort... Tsolan was about to teach that virtue through a manner he found quite useful. Pain. Hooking his claws as they entered Talon's hand, he refused to let them go for the sole reason of shooting lightning from the claws a moment later. Gold and red arcs spilled from his hand, most likely colliding full on with Talon's body do to the fact that there were currently protruding from a part of him.

[member="Talon Vosra"]
 

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