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

[Darth Veles]

Location: Near the ruins
Allies: [member="Darth Banshee"]
Enemies: [member="Simone"]

The crew of Banshee's Fury returned negative results. That could not stop Veles though. He took the droid into his gloved hand and turned it around, his cybernetic orb scanning it and looking at the details and design. Something caught his eye and he contacted the Fury over a secure channel. "This is Lord Veles to the Fury. Do another scan on my command," his hands played with the droid, tinkering with something. "We are ready, sir," came from Banshee's ship in return as the men prepared themselves, not wanting to fail a Sith Master. He must have planned something with the small machine in his hands. And just like that, it came to life after it rebooted, unaffected by the command to deactivatesince it was off when the command was sent. "Now." Veles ordered, then waited in silence for the results. It seemed like all eternity, but in reality the crew aboard the Fury were quick to provide him the information he needed. The comlink came to life and Veles listened to what Banshee's men had to say. His hopes were high.

"My Lord, we have tracked the signal from the droid in your position. It seems to be transmitting to a place not far from your position. Sending you the coordinates now."

Veles' face lit up like that of a child, though Banshee wouldn't be able to see that due to the helmet he wore. "Bingo!" the amphibious Sith exclaimed and looked at the coordinates. Those truly were close to their current location. Whoever has been receiving data from the droids had to be near. Bending light and sound, the Sith Master disppeared, becoming nothing more than the fog that surrounded them.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

Location: Ruins
Enemies: Republic [member="Sophia Walsh"]
Allies: One Sith
Gear

Balaya felt it then as from under the cloak her head perked up. Jerking to the side and slowly a smile formed on her lips. Her body moved sloshing in the water while she moved to observe the jedi who was... different. So many thoughts and emotions swirling in her head as the siths empathy picked them up, so much in the force while she reached out to caress and touch, to sift across the surface before stepping behind and speaking. The large sword in her hands but her body and face obscured by the cloak. "You seem lost little lamb. Could it be that you have wandered onto the wrong battlefield?"

Her words were cloying, soft and laced with that rich thickness of honey. Balaya slid and wrapped pheromones on them but not enough to smother, enough to see the reaction and gauge accordingly. Enough that her words were giving the impression of warm fur sweeping across the body, of rich food that was delicious but fattening, of an embrace with a lover. She wanted to worm into this jedi's mind and see all she had to offer but now now was the time to play while she moved forward clenching the sword her other hand caressing her gunbelt and holding the sonic rifle. She could attack or.....

"Your mind is troubled, come to me and tell me of your suffering perhaps here you are meant to become a wolf amongst the sheep."

 

[Talon Vosra]

[member="Darth Tsolan"]

Talon waved his hands and batted the daggers away with the force as he took a step backward. Rather than help [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] the Sith decided to let her bleed while he attacked. Talon set his feet and holstered his blaster as the Man thing raced forward.

"oops".

 

[Vulpesen]

He growled and clenched on of his fists while his saber was brought in a quick sweep for the jedi's torso. Note: [member="Talon Vosra"] could try to bat away his attacks all he liked. it would still fail. As a master of the telekinetic arts, Tsolan was tired of being underestimated, tired of his loved ones being hurt because he held back, tired of the hypocrisy of the jedi, tired of the Republic's weakness, and tired of these fools who thought him a simple rat. The for was gone and in its place stood a ravenous wolf. A milisecond after the daggers were "batted away" they turned back against the master and launched themselves at his body, aiming for every joint in his armor and moving at the speed of an arrow. You will pay.

 

[Talon Vosra]

[member="Darth Tsolan"]

Talon, who had opted to not waist time with armor as everyone and their aunt sally had some, hopped backwards to avoid the saber attack. The masked person then took the time to redirect the daggers back at him and he decide to deal with it differently. Talon who had completed three of five of faalo's cadences before being appointed to the council had excellent spatial awareness and with enhanced reflexes snatched two daggers from the air and used them to knock the other two in to the ground at his feet before tossing them to the side and raising an eyebrow.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: Near The Ruins
Allies: [member="Darth Veles"]
Enemy: [member="Simone"]

She looked at dath veles as he said Bingo, it was nothing something she thought he would say. Though he was obviously happy about some thing, but he forgot to tell her what, in his excitement. He then fold light around him, before he told where he was going. She quickly asked the fury commander, What did you tell Darth Veles? He then sent her coordinates as well, unlike Darth Veles though she did not cloak herself in the force. She order her men to move in, who ever was in control droids would see her and the platoon coming. It make them rush, and then run for it. Giving Darth Veles the chance to intercept them with ease.

She order her men to make skirmish line, and fire the odd shot. If anything looked like it moved. This would make them obvious, to ever was hiding in the vicinity. Hope fully the concentrate on what could see, and not on what they could not.

 

[Vulpesen]

The darth continued his attack as Talon once his first slash met air. Sure he had missed, but that's why he used a saberstaff. Turning quickly on his heel, he flowed the first slash immediately into the second, using Talon's overly casual catch and deflections as time to connect with his actual body. Still, he was worried about Alex and thus he spoke to her through their Ashlan relay. "How bad is it?"

[member="Talon Vosra"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Darth Tsolan"] [member="Talon Vosra"]

"I think... it hurts... but she isn't fatally wounded..." Daeda answered for her as Alexandra had had to crawl off to the side and her aura flowed into her body and her will worked to fix what she could, but the shot had come close to several major organs, a miracle she had even lived considering if he had aimed for the heart or lungs she would be dead. Her hands removed the helmet and her head rested against the wall of the nearby building as pain fell over her expression while she tried to heal herself.

 

[Talon Vosra]

[member="Darth Tsolan"] [member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

Talon dropped low and swept his foot quickly around in a leg sweep. Why was he picking up 4 presences in the force rather than just two.

'Curious.' he thought to himself.

'Indeed it is self.' he replied to himself.

 

[Phylis Alince]

[member="Darth Mierin"], [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Phylis was observant! Well, sometimes. On this occasion at least she felt a ripple in the Force, a danger sense which warned her of peril just before a Sith appeared behind them and unleashed a torrent of Sith Lightning at Siobhan.

Without hesitation, Phylis ignited her lightsabre and moved into the path, recalling her strength from Siobhan and using it to help shield herself. Arcing arms of blue and purple lightning seared off and around her blade as she caught the onslaught and dissipated it harmlessly to the side.

When the barrage at last finished she stood mostly unharmed. A little crispy, perhaps, but still generally alive and healthy. In reply, she hefted a stone from the ruins and hurled it at the Sith with the Force. Not a very big stone, but enough to annoy the Sith.

 

[J3C0]

Aldera Ruins
[member="Phylis Alince"]

Annoy indeed. The lightning ceased immediately, and Mierin moved to defend herself.

She drew her lightsaber in an instant. The Curved hilt snapped into her palm almost as quickly as the red blade ignited. She sliced through the rock and nudged the two pieces aside, they flew wide away from her, smashing into the ground, kicking up massive clouds of dust.

The Sith Pureblood didn't allow for a pause in her attack, instead she dashed forward. The Hydra-staff that lay across her shoulders raised its heads, all five dancing hypnotically, three above the right shoulder, two above the left. They hissed loudly as she approached the Jedi, when she came within four meters of the Jedi they spat their poison directly at her face.

Seconds later Mierin reached the woman, slicing her lightsaber in a vertical slash across her midsection.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Location: Aldera Ruins
Objective: Defeat the Sword of the Jedi
Enemies: [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]
Allies: The One Sith


He was getting closer know, he could feel it. His lightsaber lightly gripped in his hand he approached the Jedi Master. Still in his force cloak he drew with sight. Thats when Coric recognized her face. Well not in a personal way, the Jedi he was look at was the 'Sword of the Jedi'. A burning brand to your enemies, a brilliant fire to your friends... Or at least if his memory of history was correct it was something in line with a prophetic title handed down by New Jedi Order by Luke Skywalker himself. He had heard this woman's exploits as anyone who was in touch with the galaxies dealings had. He pondered the ramifications of striking her down. The Condottiero vs. The Sword of the Jedi, it had a nice ring to it. But the fame and notoriety would come hand in hand in this, to kill her outright would earn the wrath of the Republic. To suffer a defeat at her hands would earn the displeasure of the One Sith. Coric had to be wary, this fight would be a fine balancing act.


Coric took a lunge and jumped high in the air. He gripped his lightsaber above his head and back behind in almost forty-five degree angle. As Coric descended towards Aaralyn his red lightsaber came to life and swung down hard in a Falling Avalanche, a powerful crushing downwards strike that was easily a haymaker. Coric's cloak vanished as he did since he was no longer able to maintain invisibility while dedicating this amount of concentration into an attack.

 

[Long Gone]

Location: Aldera Ruins
Objective: Be the Sword of the Jedi and show the edge is alot sharper than expected.
Enemies: [member="Coric Adromak"]
Allies: The Republic

Aaralyn snapped her attention upwards, caught off-guard by the sudden decent of [member="Coric Adromak"] upon her being. As he came down, she brought her sabers up, crossing them mid-way through the blades. It was no sooner after she brought the block up that the full force of the heavy, fast paced man decending upon her impacted. Between his speed and force and her senses being caught off-guard and off-angled body, she was thrown down to the ground. Her body hit the ground with a harsh thud and a rush of air exited her lungs, causing her to gasp briefly. Her vision blurred and her senses went haywire as she struggled to maintain the saber lock against his weight.

As her vision cleared and the ringing in her ears faded, it would soon be filled with the sound of plasma energy grinding and begging to penetrate her defenses and behind the blades was the face of a man she didn't know, nor recognize. Through gritted teeth and tears of pain that weren't able to be controlled, she pressed back against his lock, and as she did she would twist to the left. The twist would allow her to maneuver just enough to slide his saber down enough to expose the left side of his face and head and with that she brought around a cortosis plated elbow to the side of the exposed flesh. The intention was simple, knock him off her form and send him rolling away to allow her time to recover.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Location: Aldera Ruins
Objective: Defeat the Sword of the Jedi
Enemies: [member="Aaralyn Rekali"], Pubs and Jedi
Allies: The One Sith

The Dark Jedi was shocked he had knocked her down as he did. Blades locked, the man pushed with all his strength, Coric could finished her here if he played his card rights. He felt Aaraly squirm to her left as she tried to twist him out of the lock. Coric could tell her senses were jumbled by the initial assault. It took her to long to gather the strength to elbow him, and he noticed the weight shift in blade lock. He deactivated his lightsaber jerked back his head and shoulders, her elbow just missing, and letting her weight, from the now absent blade lock, to cause her to twist wide. Almost as soon as he deactivated the blade he now reactivated it going for a quick downward strike on her right arm. Letting gravity and the fact he was practically on top help drive an advantage.

 

[Tefka]

Location: Ruins of Aldera aka New Kraala, City Of Wonder.
Allies: One Sith, [member="Darth Mierin"]
Enemies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]


Furious winds whipped at Tsavong's face as he looked towards Siobhan with furious hatred.

Jeedai. Force using scum. Pretending that magics and hokey pokey could overcome the primal chaos that was evolution and strength. This one was of a particular nuisance, having attempted to bring down the entire earth around Tsavong. Anything to avoid a fight, he supposed. One large chunk of debris flew his way, falling from the building above. Massive tendons flexed and sprung, launching the behemoth on top of it mid-air. Another piece of debris, a chunk of the terrain before him, was torn asunder. Reflexes snapped. His tail curled around the side of the debris, providing another launching point as the behemoth heaved with his hind quarters onto the next untouched patch of land.

Anything to get closer to this Pretender.

A small chunk of debris hit the creature in the back and he lurched forward, feeling the might of this tempest. A large chunk of the building next to him began to cave. Tsavong took a running sprint and began to scale the building as it fell.

"I THINK YOURSELF POWERFUL, JEEDAI?" Tsavong taunted.

He burst through the side of the building with his shield first, debris bursting in all manners of directions as the creature hit the ground in a tumble only a few meters from Siobhan's position.

FEAST ON HER, he thought, thrusting a gauntleted fist of his Necraesa into the ground.

They listened.

Dweebits - extragalactic terraforming beetles - from his armor began to pour into the earth and upon it, either digging, crawling or flying their way towards the only intended target available - Siobhan.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Her entire life, Kiskla had been extraordinarily limber. It was never, ever a bad thing. Oft' even appreciated, right [member="Marcello Matteo"]? But in reality, it was a benefit mostly for her survival.

A warning, precognitive tingle raced through her core. Aside from the massive king-vong that had captured her attention for a flicker, there were other dangers presenting themselves. The creature beneath Kiskla's reign dropped to its belly in defeat and stopped moving, which in hindsight sucked. She could have manipulated the pilot perhaps by sword-tip. Perhaps not. Too much of a liability. Anyways. She had been about to project herself upward to avoid the oncoming peril with an impressive velocity, when a peripheral salvation made it rain. [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] - you rock! It was enough to dissuade the Dark Jedi from continuing, And gave her time to reply to [member="Michael Sardun"] who was already off. She'd send him a mental message, "Be careful." -- without the foresight that he'd actually very much not be careful.

Had she known this, Kiskla may have thought twice about furthering her position. She may have ordered the army to turn around. She may have done a lot of things differently if she were another person entirely. Alas, she was still that strong-headed individual who had a goal. [member="Simone"]'s alert directed her, and the blonde moved from the top of the beetle.

"[member="Captain Wells"]! Neutralize this area and move in. Get Alderaan off it's knees." Death was like a cataclysmic summoning, and it surrounded the thick if where [member="Darth Junra"] was. One foot after the other, adrenaline fuelled the youth and miscellaneous Vong soldiers fell to her machinations of twists, pulls and kicks in series of fatality. Bits of exoskeleton remained strewn in her wake, and the savage hiss of wounded creatures followed at the Kiffar's heels. The sound of an explosion manifested behind her, and her head jerked to look around at the destruction caused by [member="Darth Veles"]. The Force screamed in agony as the spires of smoke stretched for the sky. This war, this constant struggle was claiming too many without them gaining enough ground to justify it. That had to change. That simply had to change--- but would the masses consider self preservation more important than galactic preservation?

Finally, the flare of the droid signalled and Kiskla rounded the final corner of Aldera's architectural maze.

Corpses were strewn at the fallen Jedi's feet. There was so much death on this planet-- were they so unbothered by it that they'd continue to infect with their empire vision? This didn't feel like peace. This didn't feel like solace, nor tranquility. Lives were discarded here, snugfed before natural completion. It created a vacancy in The Force. Her light eyes finally moved up from the disembodied dead and to the death dealer herself. For a moment, Kiskla's lips were tightly drawn. Then, she exhaled and disengaged her blades.

Daella and Kiskla had never been particularly close. Nay, not even particularly. They'd never been close. Period. But they had served on the council together, at one time. It had been a tumultuous time, when The Republic had many fingers pointing at them. Calling them dogs and aggressors. It seemed whichever government Apparine associated with, she was an engine for war. That was a difficult face for peaceful propaganda. Her enthusiasm had been contagious in The Republic, as it apparently was for The One Sith as well.

Kiskla gestured to the bodies, light eyes now trained on the woman she was squared with. There was something unassuming about Daella's very presence. A confidence brewed from the chaos. The blades woman had waited years as a Jedi, grooming and conditioning herself with the beliefs of The Republic and concealing herself with an overcoat of lamb's wool to hide the wolffish appearance beneath. Years. Leader after leader. How long had this plan been building to the ultimate climax?

She had to ask. She'd heard Daella liked to talk on the battlefield anyway. That's what had happened to [member="Michael Sardun"] on Teta, and Ben Watts on Coruscant. Her turn! A little girl chat.


"Is this why you never spoke much? Afraid to betray your secret life?" Be serious, Kiskla. Gawd. "Why now? After a life with the Jedi, why betray us now.

And why did you start with violence. You and Halcyon were close-- I'm sure you could have conceived something from within rather than slaughter for your debut."

 

[Long Gone]

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Aaralyn continued her roll left as the energy blade came down and impacted the ground in a shower of sparks, she kicked herself out from underneath the body of [member="Coric Adromak"] and brought herself up in a scurry. Her own blades threw up sparks as she scrambled to her feet in a rush. She would take a few steps back from him, reversing her grip on her sabers suddenly, twirling them for a moment as she began to circle the kneeling Dark Jedi. She inhaled deeply as stared him down, cautiously circling. The Force was there, and she called upon it to aide her and calm her senses and nerves. She didn't expect to be ambushed in such a manner, but then again these were the Sith and their lackeys, they were capable of almost anything.

"So, whom do I have the pleasure of fighting today?" She said with a slightly ragged breath. "...cause you don't seem like the typical Sith." She made a motion with her right hand slightly, her fingers would extend from their grip on her saber. It would be a subtle motion, causing a pebble to raise between them, perhaps the size of a small ball. This pebble would seem insignificant to the untrained individual, but to an experienced individual, they would be wary of such a small thing.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Location: Aldera Ruins
Objective: Defeat the Sword of the Jedi
Enemies: [member="Aaralyn Rekali"], Pubs and Jedi
Allies: The One Sith

His blade went wide and the girl Jedi escaped. Coric cursed to himself as she did. As Aaralyn backed off from him, Coric stood watching the girl as she slowly circled him. She took a reverse grip with both her lightsabers while Coric stood in a neutral position with his lightsaber lowered passively in front of him. He reached out with the force, and took a deep breath. He sized her up, she was shorter then him and younger. Taking a dual reverse grip meant she had more extensive training as dual wield was far more complicated than single weapon.

"They call me The Condottiero. And I'm not closed minded as these cults savages you call Sith." Coric said to her in response. "I don't follow the so called Dark Lord, or follow any of their creeds. If you wish to attach me to a certain organization or religion the closest thing you will find is the Black Legion." He said referring to ancient army from the hundred year darkness. Then he pointed to the Jedi. "You have a pretty face. Since your not going to win, throw down your weapons. I would prefer you unarmed when I place inside my trophy room frozen in carbonite." As he spoke he took the time to telekinetically lift the power lance he used earlier. The weapon hovered slowly next toward Aaralyn, the super heated tip a far more dangerous threat then her pebble.

 

[Vulpesen]

Tsolan gave a small growl as [member="Talon Vosra"] ducked beneath his blade. While his foot came across to sweep the leg, Vulpesen used the momentum of his swings to launch his body into the air, flipping behind Talon and using the action to bring a bottom up slash towards the master's back. Vulpesen had been there when Talon became a jedi. He had seen him rise to the position of his leader, but even then he had been ranked higher. Now, he intended to show why.

 

[Talon Vosra]

[member="Darth Tsolan"]

Talon stood as the Sith jumped and landed behind him. He was fast and agile, which was good because you had to be when you were a Sith in full armor, if not bad things may befall you. Talon turned quickly to the right as the blade passed inches behind him and came back to face the Sith with an open palm force push.

'No." Talon said simply.