The Sacking of Zeltros

[J3C0]

Palace-Inside
[member="Kian Karr"]

Luckily that corpse he had used earlier as a shield was still around, the blast and the bits of shrapnel were mostly absorbed by that, though for a few moments Cerna found himself rather dazed.

When he heard the snapping hiss of a lightsaber however his mind began clear, his HUD pinging him forward he scowled slightly as he saw the Kel Dor charge at him. The Blaster in his left hand seemed to sting slightly, and quickly, almost without thinking he raised the weapon. Three quick squeezes of the trigger and three bolts were sent down the hallway towards the charging Kel Dor. At the same time Ceran drew another weapon from his thigh.

The arms of the BA-834 Crossbow sprang out as soon as they left its harness.

The weapon sang slightly, and then Ceran squeezes the trigger twice. Two quills with venom ammo attached to their heads flew out almost immediately, powerful charges of energy that were difficult to block with a lightsaber, or so he hoped.

 

[Kana Truden]

Location:
Zeltros Spaceport
Allies:
[member="Corvus Raaf"]
[member="Marcello Matteo"]

---

Kana bowed with Corvus as the master approached them. She felt like she should know this man and that she had probably met him before but it was like meeting old classmates at the store, you just couldn't place them. Of course there were less of the awkward small talk this time. 'Balaya' now that was a topic Kana had grown tired yet so familiar with. As the man put on his mask she wanted to comment on how she didn't wear one yet seemed perfectly-...

Did it just get a lot warmer in here? Did he just get taller? Hmm... She shook her head and went back to being on the alert. Stupid pheromones.

"If we're talking arrest, no. If we're talking getting rid of her, no. If we're talking handle ourselves around her, yes."

Granted, last time Kana had heard of Corvus meeting Balaya in person was when she was still a padawan. Kana had of course met her too except unknowingly under a deception. A deception she hadn't actually been able to see through.

 

[Kian Karr]

Location: Palace
Allies: Jedi/Republic
Enemies: Sith/[member="Ceran Moerelle"]

With each footstep that thudded on the ground, Kian saw himself closing on the bounty hunter. He had hoped the blast would have neutralized him for capture, but this opponent was crafty and had maintained his cover behind a body on the ground to protect himself from the shrapnel. Still, he was able to gain some ground before the Sith opened up on him with his blaster. Kian's blade moved with the simplistic ease of a practitioner of Shien, the first bolt he directed into the wall, the second two he sent back toward the bounty hunter as he continued to close the distance.

Then Kian saw the bounty hunter's other arm rise up, he immediately assumed it was a simple bowcaster. However, when Kian heard the difference in the sound of the blast, he immediately realized his mistake. The darts came at him faster then he expected and unsure of how the darts would react to being blocked by the blade of his lightsaber, Kian had to throw himself to the side to avoid them. Not wanting to slow, Kian kicked off the ground and planted his foot solidly into the wall pushing off and driving himself toward the bounty hunter. Kian had to admit that this Sith was crafty, and as his feet touched down, almost within striking distance, he had to admit he was unsure of what else he had up his sleeve.

"Turn yourself in, you will not be harmed." Kian said as he brought his lightsaber up defensively in front of him. Kian was aware that it was likely a pointless gesture, but he always hoped for a peaceful resolution.

 

[J3C0]

Palace-Inside
[member="Kian Karr"]

The bolts came bouncing back at him, one struck the ground before him, the second hit him in the abdomen. His side screeched as a bruise formed, the bolt blocked by the light armorwave jacket that covered his torso. He cringed slightly, but kept on moving, he was used to these things.

“I could say the same to you.” Ceran called out to the Jedi, holstering his Westar he pulled a small disc from his overcoat.

With quick successive almost jump like steps he moved backwards in the hallway, each time he moved he pulled the trigger on the Crossbow, sending four more quarrels down the hall directly towards the Jedi. He waited for the Kel Dor to move, then clicked the activation switch of the disc. With a powerful underhanded throw he tossed the disc directly at the Jedi.

The small circle split apart almost instantly, drawing out into a wide beam and circling itself over and over again. The Energy Bola flew directly towards Kian's midsection, away from his lightsaber.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Location: Tha club, near spaceport
Enemies: One Sith
Allies: Republic
Objective: Get to the palace

Being in the club did have a downside, seeing as it was rather close to the spaceport. Unfortunately for Tugoro, he had been within the establishment during the spaceport's bombardment, causing the area around him to shake violently as screams began to ring out over the music. The boy would watch beneath his polarized helmet as many Zeltrons ran back and forth, struggling to remember where the exit was due to all of the substances running through them. Having been at the exit the entire time, Tugoro would simply turn around, waving his arm through the air as he aimed to towards the door, causing it to slide open. Bright rays of sun would leak into the dark club, allowing all of the party goers to evacuate from the building. Many individuals would race by the youth, eager to escape as the strange snapping noise overhead became more and more apparent. Tilting his head backwards, the young Padawan would look at the club's roof, noticing that there was a major crack along the ceiling. It was going to cave in. Tugoro would begin to dart forward, heading deeper into the room, stopping only as he reached it's center. Lifting his armored limbs, the boy would begin to exert a large amount of force energy, harnessing that which was already around him. It would flow along his arms and from his palms, fanning out to create a bowl-shaped telekinetic form that would hold up the roof for now.

Craning his neck from side to side, the young Jedi would examine his surroundings, reaching out with his force enhanced senses to make sure no innocents were around. The roof would going to come down, there was no way he could stop that now. Tugoro's arms would spread away from each other, his hands clenched into fists as he once more manipulated the telekinetic energy. It would wrap around the roof, digging into it before pulling it apart from the middle. Large chunks of debris along with clouds of dust would begin to fan outwards as rubble dropped into the room around Tugoro, threatening to crush him completely. Thankfully, he was able to use his prowess of the telekinesis power to avoid harm, causing the building's ceilings to collapse around him. Bending his legs at the knees, the young Jedi would push off the ground, springing into the air as energy gathered upon his lower limbs. Tugoro would lift out of the building through the opened ceiling, his booted feet clacking against the duracrete street. There were several familiar signatures that his mind could feel, including [member="Kana Truden"] and [member="Corvus Raaf"]. They did not seem to be in immediate danger, and thus Tugoro continued his search, his mind's presence expanding across the city in a few moments.

[member="Kian Karr"]... Was in trouble?! Having made a habit of showing up just in time to assist his Kel Dor rival, Tugoro's teeth would grit in annoyance, knowing that he was not exactly close to the palace. Now that he really thought about it, the palace was where he was supposed to go in the first place. Hopefully no one would be angry at him. The youth's legs would begin to move once more, as he concentrated his flow of force energy into them. Kicking off across the ground, Tugoro's physique would turn into a blur, as he ran at his top, full powered speed. He hadn't actually fought anyone as of yet, resulting in his plentiful stamina. However, the demonstration of his telekinetic prowess had taken a bit out of him. Keeping focused on his destination, the boy would leap from the ground, ceasing his path along the streets by now switching to the roof tops. Hopefully he would arrive in time, to make a flashy and dramatic entry.

 

[The Dark Man]

Run boy run! This world is not made for you
Run boy run! They’re trying to catch you
Run boy run! Running is a victory
Run boy run! Beauty lays behind the hills

Ekul deactivated his blade, clutching it in whitened knuckles, breathing heavily from exertion. The attempt to crush her knees had not brought him weariness, but a maelstrom had, and the dumpster had really kicked it in the bag for him. Lines of sweat dripped down his forehead and soaked itself in his grey beard, what little drops fell fell onto the hard, cold and unforgiving ground. He knelt there, watching as Vargent struggled to keep herself from receiving broken joints and being tossed around like a ragdoll. He struggled for breath, he focused, relaxed and soon his breathing lessened. His heart beat slowed, and his mind calmed. His attack on her had given him much needed time to think, and he knew that this was a battle he couldn’t win by overpowering them. Like Soresu, he would have to evade them at every step until they were exhausted and fatigued. He kept a trained eye and a healthy mind on the maelstrom, all the while the dumpster began to budge, and soon would fly into it. A curve in the storm, it grew and then threatened to explode outwards at him. He slapped his blade onto his hilt, eyes danced upon the fire escape ladder now to his right, and her left. He bent his knees and sprung.

The Force swelled under him, and launched him high into the air as though he had leapt from a building onto a trampoline. Arms and legs flailed instinctively to grasp something, he saw from the corner of his eye that the dumpster had slammed into Vargent, and Cypra moved to attack, and if she were to charge Ekul, she would be running straight into the maelstrom and caught into its wrath. Crnk! he hit the ladder, and quickly he curled his hands around the poles, feet dangling as he hung there. The maelstrom was subsiding without his continued efforts, and soon it would vanish altogether. He winched and quickly turned his face away as he heard the sickly thud of Vargent against the wall, garbage dumpster and all. Ekul took no time, he didn’t have the opportunity to wait. He began to climb, scaling up the ladder with the speed of an arachnid. Having spent seven months evading Sith patrols and inquisitors in the underworld as they tracked his every movement, he learnt how to get around on the streets, how to evade and how to hide. Ekul began to reach the top of the fire escape, and by this moment Veles and his goons would have arrived — albeit Ekul did not know this. The only visual they would have seen of the aged Jedi was the fleeting cloak of tattered darkness vanishing onto the roof.

Run boy run! The sun will be guiding you
Run boy run! They’re dying to stop you
Run boy run! This race is a prophecy
Run boy run! Break out from society

Ekul came to a screeching halt and almost back-pedalled off the roof. Before him lay a head the size of a small speedster rested on the roof. Scales of a deep amethyst color covered it, and the long, supple neck led back to a huge body extending into the gloom of the night. Enormous diaphanous wings were folded across its back, their drooping tips touching the floor. Two pointed ears sat atop its head, separated by a delicate-looking crest, flecked with silver. Its long muzzle was set in a wolflike grin, showing fangs as long as vibroswords, and a long forked tongue flicked out for a moment. Suddenly a soft golden light began to form around the creature. A faint humming could be heard, as if the planet itself reverberated with fey music. The sound increased as the light grew brighter and began to pulse with energy. The creature slowly raised his head. His crest stood erect, and his wings lifted, showing the rich silver sheen underneath. The yellowed teeth became brilliant white, and his faded black claws shone like polished ebony as he stood upright, lifting his head high.

Then the strangely harmonic thrumming changed in tone, becoming more insistent, louder. For a brief instant Ekul thought a voice could be heard among the pulsing tones, a deep, hollow echo chanting, “Run, boy, run.” The creatures great amethyst wings unfolded, as if he were about to launch himself into flight. The shimmering light became so bright, Ekul could barely stand to look, though he could not pull his eyes from the spectacle. The sound grew to a pitch so loud, Ekul could feel feel the floor shake. The Duinuogwuin launched himself upward, wings extended, then vanished in a blinding flash of cold white light. Suddenly the night sky was as it had been and the sound was gone. Ekul Selah in all his years couldn’t explain it anymore than the phenomenon known as a Force Ghost, of which had been his brief and late Master, Ir’cara’suhl. He knew what he must do, and the message was clear to his ears. He felt wetness on his cheeks and gently ran his fingers along it, tears. Tears of sheer joy that after forty years he had once more seen his master, and the most beautiful sight of the impossibly rare Duinuogwuin.

Tomorrow is another day
And you won’t have to hide away
You’ll be a man, boy!
But for now it’s time to run, it’s time to run!
Ekul shook his head to clear his thoughts. Now was definitely not the time to be dwelling on the past. Total concentration was required if he was to survive this night. Ekul sunk himself into the warm water of the Force. It soothed him, calmed him, it lent energy to his tired muscles and sharpened his senses. Despite his momentary victory in the alley below, he knew this battle was far from won. Normally he had little challenge in keeping up with the younger ones, but he had been on the run for months; he’d had little rest and even less food. Despite energising effects of the Force, he was still far from his peak fighting form. He had no compunctions about running; the Jedi teachings stressed practicality over bravery. He raced to the opposite edge of the residential apartment, a great distance separated him from another building, where a street below caused a ravine. He did not hesitate, and he knew the Sith would soon be upon him after he had spent so much time witnessing his Masters presence in the Force. He continued to run, and then broke into a break-neck sprint. He made a subtle gesture, the Force became a geyser, raising him up through the air, and such the Force then became a rapid, washing him downwards in an invisible cascade that carried him onto the other roof.

He slammed onto the building, hard. He almost lost his footing before collecting his stance. Now was not a time to fall backwards, and over the ledge. Ekul though he would make a poor bug splattering on the sidewalk either way. He withdrew the hilt of his lightsaber from out of his darkened robes, igniting the golden blade with the growl of a dragon. He spun his body in a circular motion, snapping his blade down vertically, cutting a spherical piece of ferrocrete out of the roof. He fell into the building, the Force gently easing him down where the roof had slammed into one of the floors of the building. He looked around, and it appeared to be an office. Species as numerous as the planets themselves stood from their cubicles, all staring and gob-smacked, mouths wide in surprise. Somehow, Ekul Selah felt self-concious as they all stared at the homeless-looking-Jedi. With no time to waste, he began to jog past the workers, lightsaber swinging at his side. He charged for an open window on the east side, and dove. He had to make his movements so erratic and so unpredictable that it could falter the Siths tracking. He came into a roll onto the street, the Force smothering him in a protective cocoon. He raced onto the street, and that was when a speeder hit him. Crack!

{ [member="Avreet Zatarus"] | [member="Nickolas Imura"] | [member="Vyctora Romanov"] | [member="Cypra Krum"] | [member="Vargent Nordii"] }​

 

[Garza]

Location: Streets
Allies: [member="Vyctora Romanov"], [member="Avreet Zatarus"],
Enemies: [member="Cypra Krum"], [member="Vargent Nordii"], [member="Ekul Selah"],

It was with those who we were now needing to hunt, that instead of drawing my lightsaber, I reached and produced my tri-barreled pistol. Dark Jedi did not deserve the right of trial by combat. There was no extra additives as I bounded with the aid of the force to be on top of a building. Using the higher vantage point to find the three who were needed to be cleansed of the Light side.

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Location: Spaceport
Allies: [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"]

Marcello's glacier-blue gaze focused intently on [member="Kana Truden"] as he managed a tranquil reply. "This battle rages on as we deliberate. Do you require my assistance to deal with the Sith or shall I go elsewhere?" Perhaps a more...straight-forward question would yield a slightly more straight-forward answer. Thus far he'd been told that they probably couldn't kill or detain the Sith on their own...but could...what? Remain alive? Merely living was not good enough - the entire Order had been doing that for decades. Yet here they were.

That was too harsh a sentiment. This was where they would be regardless. It was the nature of the galaxy, life, and the Force to clash, struggle, and tear before it could rebuild even stronger.

 

[Kian Karr]

Location: Palace
Enemies: One Sith, [member="Ceran Moerelle"]
Allies: Jedi, [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

As the bounty hunter evaded Kian, he continued to fire the bolts at him. The first Kian was able to send off course with a burst of the force and the second he dodged out of the way of. However, when he came out of the maneuver he found that the bounty hunter had timed and aimed well. All Kian could do to avoid a direct hit was leap to the side. Even doing this however, the bolt caught into the armor on his forearm and spun him about, which luckily took him out of the path of the final bolt.

Kian was about to continue his pursuit, when he heard the hissing sound coming from his arm. Looking down, he noticed, with horror, that the armor on his forearm was beginning to melt away. With no time to waist, Kian thrust his own lightsaber at his arm, cutting into the latch that held the grieve on and with a jerk of his arm, the grieve fell away to fall with the debris on the ground and continue to melt away. Whatever was in those darts was not to be trifled with.

Finally drawing his attention back to the bounty hunter, Kian raised his head just in time to see the energy bola coming at him. With only seconds to act, Kian dropped down with little grace, the bola passed over head. When he hit the ground, Kian felt a sharp sting of pain as a piece of shrapnel on the ground dug into the flesh of his now exposed forearm. Kian spun over onto his back and stretched out his free hand, grabbing at the bola in the force and sending it hurling back toward the bounty hunter. Kian still hoped to take the man alive and with luck....make it out of there in one piece.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Taeli watched from afar as her master's other apprentice fought against her former love, keeping her Force presence tightly around herself to avoid an detection by Republic forces. She had been most curious about who else her master was training, so she had travelled to Zeltros when she heard the young woman would be there. Seeing her fight, she could clearly see the madness within the Miraluka spiraling deeper and deeper.

Dust suddenly leapt up from the fight as the Miraluka brought a large pillar down and fled, causing Taeli to frown. Leaping and running after the fleeing Miraluka, she began wondering if maybe the girl's madness was affecting her powers, weakening them in some way.

Leaping again, she landed in front of the Miraluka and said, "You know, you probably could have done better in that fight if you were trying to kill him." She hoped this would elicit some sort of reaction from the Miraluka, even if it was violence so she could ascertain her condition.

 

[J3C0]

Palace-Inside
[member="Kian Karr"]

His eyes bulged as the Bola came back towards him.

He hated the force.

The Crossbow was raised again and he shot a quill at one of the Bola ends The two struck each other and the Venom immediately splashed over the piece of metal, destroying it in a small spark of light and shrapnel. Inwardly Ceran cheered, though it was cut short as a piece of metal from the Bola lodged itself deep in his left shoulder.

Letting out a curse he stumbled back, fumbling to keep up the Crossbow and squeezing the Trigger three more times, this time not really aiming it.

Unfortunately for Ceran, only two Quarrels were let loose as the weapon ran out of ammo.

 

[Vahtik De'Gorrei]

NEW OBJECTIVE: Figure out why the hell other Sith are hunting me.
ALLIES: [member="Cypra Krum"], maybe [member="Ekul Selah"]? Nah, feels to weird.
ENEMIES: That damn [member="Nickolas Imura"], probably others. ([member="Vyctora Romanov"], [member="Avreet Zatarus"])

Slowly I pushed myself to my feet. God, I was sore. But Cypra had my back. No attacks were aimed at me as I recovered. Eventually I dared look around. The Old Man had fled, which was fine by me, but something felt... off. Was that... voices I heard in the distance? Fearfully I moved about, reaching out with the force. It was there I found anger. Hatred. Betrayal? It was aimed at me. First I turned to Krum, thinking it was her. Oddly enough it wasn't. With a growl I pulled out my lightsaber, activated it, and continued looking. "Krum, something tells me we're about to have trouble. But it doesn't feel like another Jedi. Did you make sure to follow orders? I can't remember accidentally hurting any Sith allies... just knocked a drunk and a bouncer out... Damn it. My feeling is getting stronger. Keep your eyes peeled. Because I sure as hell can't." What had we done wrong? Both of us had seemingly just been following orders. Sure, I might have killed those two innocent Zeltrons. But I was drunk, and one tried to rob me! The whole thing had been a misunderstanding coupled with a misjudged force push. It ain't my fault the hotel was poorly decorated (corners could do wonders to the backs of skulls). Already I managed to kill one Jedi, and....

But she hadn't. What Vargent didn't know was that Talia had survived, and was currently being taken away by two other Jedi in hiding. She also had no idea that anyone disagreed with orders, or that any might have changed. All she had known for the past half an hour was that her head hurt, old men can be more than they look, and Krum wasn't that bad of a person after all. As far as she knew she hadn't done anything wrong.

 

[Cypra Krum]

New Objective: Deal with rouge Sith attacks
Allies: [member="Vargent Nordii"]
Enemies: Ekul Selahhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/5704-ekul-selah/ Nickolas Imurahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/3701-nickolas-imura/, Vyctora Romanovhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/6055-vyctora-romanov/,

If dealing with the old man wasn't enough now Cypra had been set back by the sudden presence of more Sith. At first she believed them allies but soon, as evidence suggested otherwise, things had taken an unexpected turn. She used the force to knock down a nearby column into a pile of rubble to create a distraction around any and all enemies near her. Quickly she leapt up and over to Nordii, the one person she realized was the only one she could trust in this whole situation.

Cypra had her blade at the ready while standing back-to-back with Nordii. She looked around, seeing the enemies about them, before realizing Imura was among them. Why was HE attack them? Was this all a means of getting back after the events in the training arena? One which he won as she recalled.

"Just what the hell are you all up to?" she demanded as she still stood at Nordii's back with her blade drawn. "I thought we were on the same side here."

 

[Kian Karr]

Location: Palace
Allies: @Republic, @Jedi, [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
Enemies: @One Sith, [member="Ceran Moerelle"]

Kian rose from the ground and stole a moment to glance at his forearm. The shrapnel was still inbedded in his forearm....which luckily was slowing the blood flow. For once Kian just wished he could get through an encounter with the One Sith and not need a bacta tank. This thought was lost on him though as he turned his attention back to the bounty hunter.

That damn crossboy again! The first bolt went wide as the bounty hunter appeared to be off his footing, but the second was on target to hit Kian directly in the heart. With little other choice, Kian brought his saber around to block. Slapping the bolt aside. Most of the venom burned off from the heat of the lightsaber, but a few specs of it sprayed onto Kian. Several small holes began to burn through his robes, while two drops fell on his forehead and began to burn away the skin. They were small specs and wouldn't do too much damage, but the pain was intense.

Kian looked about for another blaster to use to subdue the bounty hunter, but all had been destroyed in the blast. Resolved with closing on the Sith once more, Kian leapt toward the bounty hunter, his lightsaber poised to strike at the man's dominant hand.

 

[Catherine Romanov]

Objective: Get into position, wait for opportunity
Allies: [member="Nickolas Imura"] ; [member="Avreet Zatarus"]
Enemies: [member="Vargent Nordii"] ; [member="Cypra Krum"]

As the trio approached them, Vyctora saw the targets facing an old man. The old man promptly fled, and the three assassins were left with just their targets. Leaving Nick & Darth Veles in the open to deal with the targets, she blended in with the abundant shadows provided by the destruction and carnage, and got into position among the roofs somewhere above the confrontation site. She gripped her saber hilt in her hands, and waited for a suitable opportunity, silently observing as the two superior Sith dealt with the targets. She was after all, better in a supporting role.

 

[Ben Watts]

Streets
Allies: [member="Flint Dexen"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Odium"]
( There are others but they seem busy, we will come back to you later. )

It was not easy adjusting to having another person melded into your mind, but, Ben slowly grew used to it. It had been so long since he had supported another using the force, and honestly, he was a bit rusty. It was coming back to him, though, and he could feel the two minds joining together. He could sense the same things as the Jedi Knight who stood beside him. As his focus slowly came back he watched the other men attack Rosa. He wanted to call out to them not to kill her, but when she counter attacked, he chuckled slightly to himself as he realized she was definitely not going to be killed so easily. He hoped they could hold her off, for now, he had a feeling she was just getting started.

When she let the Force Scream out, Ben countered it with a burst of lightside energy, as well as putting his hand up and countering the wave that was emitted with the scream. We cannot stand around and wait for them to attack us. Ben said to the mind of [member="Flint Dexen"] as he scanned the surrounding area trying to find the other Sith in the area. There, Ben said pointing to [member="Darth Odium"], who seemed to be enjoying killing other people and was also doing a lot of damage. Two on one, attack at once, you on the left me on the right. Ben nodded his head and took off, hoping that the Jedi Knight was following suit.

 

[Carliah Dakrone]

"I was trying to kill him. He's currently better trained and stronger than I am. I'd rather die, than be kidnapped by him, but seeing as he had no plans of killing me and I had no way of defeating him, I found a better solution." Carliah glared at the girl standing before her. She knew her Master had another apprentice and she assumed this girl was that apprentice. "I may be mad, but I'm no fool. I can be rational when I need to be." She growled, moving past the other Sith and continuing on her way. If the other girl decided to follow her, she would simply sigh try to ignore her. [member="Taeli Rae"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

"Well a rational being would have planned a trap then," Taeli replied, moving to block the Miraluka again. "You knew your opponent was stronger, had far more training, and yet you decided to go it alone, hardly what I would call the mark of a stable being."

She could clearly sense that her master's other apprentice was tensing and growing frustrated, just what she wanted really.

 

[Carliah Dakrone]

"I didn't plan to see him here. If I had known I'd find him, maybe I would have set a trap. Probably something that could paralyze him, so I could make him watch me rip out his still beating heart," She replied, sounding cheerful despite her anger. "Thanks for the idea, I'll have to arrange for him to come visit my planet one day!" She continued to walk, hoping the annoying woman would just leave. She wondered if she could run faster than her unwanted companion. Carliah could trip the girl and leave her behind, as long as the Miraluka was the faster one. She shooked her head, trying to clear away her frustration. After all, there Master would probably slaughter both of them if they wasted time fighting each other in the middle of a battle, or at least slaughter which ever one was left. The thought made her smirk return. [member="Taeli Rae"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

"Always happy to help," Taeli said, grinning to herself that she could get under the skin of Darth Praelior's other apprentice so easily. Perhaps the woman could be an ally, once she discovered the depths and tempered that madness there. Uncontrolled madness was just as useless, in her opinion, as uncontrolled rage or fear. While when she had started her training, she had let her emotions control her, she had learned to temper them and yet draw upon them at the same time. Now, she projected a cold detachment and ruthless analytical approach to things, it fit her style so to speak.