Invasion Through the Gates of Hell (Republic Invasion of Empress Teta - Republic vs. One Sith)

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Western Wall, Open Square
Enemies: @Darth Shara, [member="Erin Darkstar"]
Allies: @Marcello Matteo, @Tracyn Ordo

To stab at Ryan's back would require Erin to spin slightly around. Ryan followed suit, turning in the same direction as his opponent and stepping to his left and in. The blade passed just behind Ryan's back, missing him by a hair's breadth. Korr wasted no further time in weakening kicks and punches. He went straight for the finish.

Ryan tugged on his opponent's legs with the Force, attempting to topple Darkstar to the ground. Korr then attempted to full on tackle Darkstar and bring him to the ground, maneuvering so that he would come to sit on the man in the position known as full mount, thus pinning him to the ground. The sword, held in the reverse grip, would likely be trapped underneath Erin's back if Ryan's combined Force Pull and tackle succeeded in taking the fight to the ground.

 

[Skosk Fett]

[member="Aedan Miles"]

LOCATION: Library
ENEMIES: Darth Banshee
ALLIES: The Republic, and Aedan Miles
OBJECTIVE: Help his friend.

Jogging through the library, Skosk saw the two, fighting, apparently, she was suppose to be on his, and Aedans side. How typical, sith were always a bunch of laky, traitorous, cowards . The massive, bodybuilder, would just rather smash any of them, into the ground, like his workout medicine ball at the gym. Today, his best vod, Aedan, would have this honor, he lost many in his own clan, something that registered for revenge. The athlete charged his opponent from behind, attempting to grab both arms, in an overhead hooking motion, this would trap her, allowing his ally to repeatedly gut her up. This karking son of a blaster, could not dodge them both, who in fact would hit her? The lightsaber, or him locking her down? Fate would decide this battle, as it did to bore this idiotic sith who destroyed his new toy, while not as severe as losing one of his clan mates, it too warranted revenge.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen watched her jump back, grinning as he scored a hit. He reverie was quickly shut down as she came at him with a falling avalanche. It was a moved he had faced many times in battle and even with restricted fighting space, he managed to have a plan. Her power was strong enough to take him out in one good hit. He couldn't give her that hit. It was a battle of pposites. The one who killed with one hit. And the one who could kill with many. Remembering his training in makashi, Vulpesen found his advantage. One of the largest theories was that a shien master against a makashi user of the same mastery, could never win. Time to put this to the test. With a force enhanced(in the way of force speed) step forward. Using [member="Darth Praelior"]'s air time to throw himself on his back and slide between her legs Vulpesen brought his his left saber straight up to cleave her lower body right up the middle while the other stood in front of his body to defend. As Vulpesen would reach the end of his slide, the jedi would turn himself over to make a quick jab at her black, reversing the attacking and defending roles of his two sabers.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

LOCATION: BRAWL
ALLIES: ONE SITH
ENEMIES: JEDI [member="Vulpesen"]
gear

Balaya felt herself impact the ground and the jedi wasn't there but she had felt it. The impact as he slashed her groin and connected with the tiradium, a metal used for heavy blast doors and generally to add more protection then durasteel or other materials. With the alchemy forging it the strength and power would increase along with its protect while she felt the line he cut. For now it didn't break or slice, the metal of her bikini sections was saber resistant while the crystalsteel was designed for expensive ships view ports. All strong materials designed to protect her as she had forged it in the Bastion Forge with Krag his sword inferno adding to the darkside energies of it all. The strike to her back was not expected as Balaya felt it crack into the armor but it was still strong starship grade materials and as episode one showed a saber takes time to pierce blast doors (only reference I could think of to describe) Balaya swung around letting her mane of hair whip around, then her shoulder as she came down lower extending her arm with the saber reversed for defense. His speed was greater then hers but she was built as a tank, built to be the shield of Kaine to keep his enemies at bay while the emperors bust followed able to crack skulls and shatter walls. "Jedi come here."

 

[Kian Karr]

Location: Outskirts of main engagements
Allies: The Republic, Jedi Order
Enemies: The One Sith
Objective: Stay alive, locate Master [member="Talon Vosra"]

When Ki'an Karr had signed up to participate in the Invasion of Empress Teta, he had done so with no intentions of engaging the Sith directly. Ki'an was one of the newer members of the Jedi Order, having recently been apprenticed to Jedi Master Talon Vosra. However, fate and the force often had a way of changing one's plans. Ki'an had been tasked with reconnaissance work. His shuttle had entered the atmosphere of Empress Teta behind the main body and had been relaying information back to the capital ships and to the ground forces. Ki'an had found that he liked the task, as it involved an investigative element, but his fun was quickly dashed. Somehow the shuttle had been targeted and the quad laser cannons defending the city had turned on them. Ki'an experienced fear in those moments, as the ship rocked and bucked beneath the onslaught of the canons, but he and many of the crew had made it into the escape pods.

The landing was not a pleasant one and it was some time before Ki'an regained consciousness. He found that he had hit his head at some point doing the crash, and he had to shake his head to get the blood out of his eyes. Grabbing his lightsaber from off his belt, Ki'an leapt out of the escape pod and found that he had landed on the outskirts of the city. Scanning the area, he didn't see any danger in the immediate area, nor did he see any other escape pods. Ki'an was more prepared for this battle then he had been for the defense of Carida. Under his Jedi robes, Ki'an now wore a dark grey chestplate and his arms and shins were covered in matching guards. They were not strong enough to block a lightsaber, but they would provide some defense from other attacks.

Using the force and his training to try and keep himself concealed, Ki'an headed further into the city. He had to be cautious. While he wasn't a novice to combat, he was by no means an expert and the city around him would be crawling with not only Sith soldiers, but also Sith Lords and their apprentices. He felt confident that he could handle himself against small bands of soldiers and a Sith Acolyte, but his safest bet for survival against a Sith Lord was to stay out of their way. He would make his way into the city, attempt to avoid detection, and with luck, meet up with his master. Pulling his cowl over his head, Ki'an took a deep steadying breath. This place felt wrong. The darkside was strong here and he could feel it encroaching in on him. He suddenly felt afraid, and he had the urge to run back to the escape pod. Ki'an shook his head and used his training to steady himself. It was simply the darkside affecting his emotions. "There is no emotion, there is peace." Ki'an said to himself and continued reciting the Jedi Code to himself as he entered the city.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen let out a loud growl as she turned on him, still safe after the solid hit. "How in the hell?" He needed a way to break it, but where would he get that kind of strength. For a moment, the jedi's mind raced until the thought finally popped into his head. I don't need the strength to break it. She needs the strength to move it. After fighting his own fair share of tanks, Vulpesen had found one fairly common truth. Armor that big generally needed assistance. He might have used two of his explosives on Faust, but he still had plenty more. This time, Vulpesen used an entirely knew plan. Shooting his hand forward, Vulpesen shot his remaining forearm dagger towards the sith's face while his other hand reached down to pull another emp form his belt and force hurl it at the sith. If he was lucky enough, the piece of steel racing for her head would be enough to distract from the true danger which should be able to explode and restrict any further mobility.

[member="Darth Praelior"]

 

[Helios]

[member="Talon Vosra"]
Objective: Defeat Jedi Master Talon Vosra

Helios observed Talon and his quickness as he dodged the Darkshear that attempted to skewer him. The Jedi was incredibly nimble, displaying the innert capacity to go under the conjured weapon rather than attempt to avoid it by moving to either side. This showed signs of both intellectual and deep thinking, as well as a mind that was much more complex than the average man. Narrowed eyes confirmed his thoughts as he witnessed Talon rise from his slide and close in on Helios. The Eldorai's aurete eyes traced Talon as he began to circle towards Helios' left(your right), perhaps with the intention of getting close enough to strike. Compliant to a melee confrontation, Helios activated one side of his saberstaff and advanced in measured strides, changing his weapon's positioning so that the activated blade was now the top blade. As he approached he feigned a strike to Talon's torso with his top blade, and right before it would have actually struck or be deflected, Helios activated his bottom blade and furiously rotated the weapon upwards. The path of the bottom blade swung in between the Jedi Master's legs and the Eldorai used the rotation of his weapon in an attempt to slice his aggressor in half from his crotch to his head.

 

[Popo]

Location: Heading to the Iron Citadel
Objective: Find something to do
Allies: Republic Forces
Enemies: One Sith

Popo the Hutt was having a slight bit of a dilemma. He wasn't lost. Oh, no, not lost. He was never lost. To be lost was to be in a state of helplessness where one could not find the appropriate direction needed. Lost was the inexplicable lack of sense where one was located or moving towards. Popo wasn't lost.

He just confused on where precisely he was at the moment.

"Hmmmm... Perhaps this road. It looks like it heads up to the hill," said the Hutt as he and the squad of soldiers stepped out onto the street. "The enemy will be in more numbers the closer we get to the Citadel, so it makes sense that we're heading the right direction seeing as we can't seem to get more than a block towards the citadel without hitting a karking platoon of infantry."

With that, the squad sergeant gave the orders and the group headed out, aiming for the Citadel once more.

 

[Avalore Eden]

[member="Turin Val Kur"]
Location: Inside the Teta Museum of Fine Arts & Antiquities west hall. Floor.

It was the weight of the Icarii's hand that held the man in place. Turak was kneeling at his other side, keeping a watchful eye on both him and their surroundings. So far the museum seemed to be off the radar, but he wasn't certain it would remain that way for long. Tremors beneath their feet spoke of the growing battle beyond the walls.

Avalore looked down at Turin nonplussed, "In a museum," she replied while reaching to pull medical supplies from her nearby rucksack, "and in one piece. Can't say the same for your ship ...or the west end wall. I'm Avalore," she didn't feel the need to repeat the fact that she was a Healer - seemed pretty obvious at this point. After all, her entire wardrobe was Jedi Order compliant. Not even her ankles showed.

"and you're concussed. So don't get any crazy ideas about being a hero for at least the next ten minutes." Leaning over him, Avalore began applying a small bacta patch to the visible gash on the man's head. She'd done what she could for the damage within, so much as a skilled Knight could handle, anyway.

"Comm lines are down, interference has all the frequencies blocked," she informed him while working, "lost track of my team. They were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago. Guess Grumpy and I are hoofin' this one alone - here, for the pain," a stim of medication was pushed into his left hand, "so...were you aiming for the museum or were you just lucky enough to crash a Healer's party?"

 

[Soeht]

A small figure on the roof of a building overlooking the courtyard leaped into the air as light as a bird. Then, a young woman landed with a soft thud behind [member="Michael Sardun"] in a three-point stance. The woman sported distinctive blond hair kept back in a bun and ice cold blue eyes. She also wore a dark brown tunic similar to what the great Anakin Skywalker wore in the Clone Wars. She slowly raised her head to look up at Michael. Any Jedi was very likely to recognize her instantly.

:: THE OPEN SQUARE ::​

DAELLA APPARINE​

-vs-​

MICHAEL SARDUN​

The setting seemed chaotic and violent. [member="Ryan Korr"] and [member="Erin Darkstar"] furiously fought against each other. [member="Tracyn Ordo"] and [member="Marcello Matteo"] continued their struggle against the Sith Lord [member="Darth Shara"]. While Michael would have been lucky to keep an eye on his six, the advantage of numbers that the Jedi had in this engagement began to dwindle.

While still in her three point stance, Daella whispered, “Sardun.”

The Jedi before her had been around during her time as a sleeper agent in the Jedi Order. While the two were not close associates, Daella had made every attempt to abuse the Jedi’s policy of open knowledge to learn as much as she could about noteworthy Jedi - including Michael.

As Daella’s comrades fought vigorously against their opponents, Daella casually rose to an upright position. Her solid black lightsaber remained clipped tightly to her belt.

"It's good to see you well," she told him with a still face and little inflection in her voice.

Then, she stretched out her right arm with her palm open and facing upward as if offering something.

“Sit down,” she asked of him, "You needn't fight. Unless you have no doubts about this battle."

 

[Doctor Agnusdei]

Locations (The Six Doppleganger Droids/Agnusdei): Iron Citadel, Great Library of Cinnagar, Alderaan Museum of Fine Arts, Monument to Lost Navigators, Cinnagar Space Traffic Control Tower, Cinnagar Residential District, Hyperspace Navigator's Guildhouse
Objectives: Finish the task assigned.
Allies: [member="Darth Shara"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Darth Praelior"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Erin Darkstar"] [member="Lady Exedō"] @Disciple [member="Darth Vindica"] [member="Darth Naomi"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Azalus"] [member="Darth Helios"] [member="Albrecht Tagge"] [member="Kasamann"] [member="Daella Apparine"]
Enemies: [member="Sai Fel"] [member="Saki"] [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Cree Oyaya"] [member="Skosk Fett"] [member="Tracyn Ordo"] [member="Eyrecae Alzari"] [member="Maria Natalja"] [member="Hasjo Hallu"] [member="Rasu Gan"] [member="Lok Jorunn"] [member="Turin Val Kur"] [member="Marcello Matteo"] [member="Talon Vosra"] [member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Michael Sardun"] @Ki'an Karr

Iron Citadel
The inhuman creature turned and disappeared into the Citadel, scaling stairs and steps, trekking down corridors and through rooms, until he reached the very top of the citadel. There, it went to work. Like the other areas, explosives and sliver lined duraplast canisters lay at hand.

Carefully and calmly, it began to rig the explosives around the container, making sure to wire the two together. Within time, the device would be ready. All it needed now was a little... structure.

Great Library of Cinnagar
Yet another tall, black-clad and sinister creature worked vigilantly atop the highest point of the Great Library. Explosives were wired and rigged together. Silver lined duraplast canisters worked into the device. The creature worked tirelessly. The very aura of the thing spoke volumes of calm, collected, dedicated work at hand.

Carefully, the creature began rigging the final stages of the explosive device. Soon, very soon, the tides would change.

Alderaan Museum of Fine Arts
Amid the priceless artifacts and masterwork sculptures of the museum, the darkened figure of an inhuman thing could be seen hard at work. It rigged wires and primers to a large amount of explosives nestled around a duraplast container. It seemed unphased by the fighting nearby and undaunted by the war raging around. It simply ignored such things and, instead, focused on the task at hand.

Another wire was connected by the creature and it began finishing its task rapidly. It wouldn't be very long until things took a turn for a very... distinct chain of events...

Monument to the Lost Navigators
At the feet of the great monument lay another pile of equipment. More explosives and yet another silver lined, duraplast canister sat before a black clad figure. It, like the others throughout the city, was hard at work putting the final touches upon the device before it. Wires led to and from the explosives as they sat around the canister itself. The final primers and blasting caps were all that was needed to finish the task at hand. With calm hands and apparent ignorance of the war raging across the city, it continued the work before it with diligence and careful dedication.

It was only a matter of time. Things were about to happen in a very... big way...

Cinnagar Space Traffic Control Tower
Atop the highest floor of the tower, another figure could be seen. The windows of the control tower had long been blown out from the fighting and bodies lay here and there, in various states of wholeness. The black clad figure within seemed nonplussed by the carnage it stood within. Instead, it simply worked upon yet more explosives and yet another canister. Primers and wires and detonators were connected to explosives and bombs and the canister itself. The final stages only required the final touches until it was ready.

There was very little that could be done now...

Cinnagar Residential District
Deep within houses and homes yet another black clad figure could be seen, hard at work on yet another device. Atop a tall house in the center of the district, the beak-masked thing connected yet more wires and primers to the explosives before it. Another duraplast canister lay nestled in the bombs and the final touches were at hand. It would only take the last of the wiring and the device would be ready for use. Calm hands and an unruffled aura told of the thing's dedication to its work as it worked on the explosives further.

Not long now...

Hyperspace Navigator's Guildhouse
The last of the creatures stood atop the highest room of the top floor of the Guildhouse. Yet more bombs and yet another canister sat on the floor before the thing. Yet more wiring was connected and yet more primers set. Diligence and dedication and precision went into the wiring and the rigging. Calm hands with steel nerves set the connectors and placed the detonators where they were needed. It only needed the final touches of the last of the rigging and the device would be complete.

As the creature began the last of its work, it's hand brushed by a small, glossy etching in the side of the canister. It read...

Mortis Caligine​

 

[The Hound]

[member="Maria Natalja"] [member="Avalore Eden"]
Location: Art Museum

The unnamed Force User sighed as the weight of the Icarii's palms was removed from his chest, allowing him to lean up. "Thank you." was all he said. He couldn't stay here, not with the Republic so close...But he needed to help these people. At the end of the day, that is what mattered. Standing to his full height now the Dark Jedi scratched the back of his head. "What are the Jedi doing in an art museum?" The man's beskar plates were smudged with soot and grim from the crash, deadly weapons dangled form the leather belt around his waist. This man had come for something, though what it was anyone could guess. Though his dark presence in the Force was not comforting.

Ice blue eyes fell on the grand walls of the art museum, though it was apparent he was gazing past the wall. "They must have some sort of jamming tower up then..." Taking a few steps forward, his heavy boots clanked on the ceramic tiles of the floor. Turning back to the young Jedi Knight he spoke again, "And I was not aiming for the museum. Sith fighters took me out." He needed to get out there, so much Darkness and despair filled the Force it was incredible. He would have to remember that if worst came to worst.

 

[Lord Gaius]

ALLIES: Republic - [member="Cree Oyaya"], [member="Aedan Miles"] | Silver Order - [member="Rasu Gan"], [member=Saki], [member="Lok Jorunn"]
ENEMIES: One Sith - [member="Maya Whitelight"]
OBJECTIVE: Stop Maya

Struck By A Train . . .

The platform began to collapse as he strove to climb to the precipice. He dug his feet in and pushed off, throwing himself from the platform towards the pavement, landing in a heavy roll. His armour was scratched seemingly on every surface. Not an inch of him had yet to be unscathed. He stood in her way, unclipping the Lightwhip from his weapons belt. He was ready to ignite the device as Maya barrelled towards him, fleeing from Saki. That was until the concussive force of power ferociously unleashed from Maya sped towards him. He had no time to counter or even dive out of the way. Not that he didn't try. He twisted his body, about to jump. The power of a locomotive slammed against every portion of his being, throwing him head over heels down the street.

He began to pull his shoulders, throwing out his legs. From a would-be devastating crash, he was turning into a controlled land. He was now twirling his body purposely, landing on the back of his feet, arching his back and rolling backwards. Coming around back onto his feet, crouched, he stood. He did not hesitate this time, he ignited his Lightwhip. The five meter long cerulean plasma burst to life in a great coil on the pavement. The metalloid Nautolan keep the power setting on a constant setting of it's lowest power. It was capable of burning flesh, but it wouldn't do much more. Unlike the full power setting, it would not completely eviscerate his opponent, but leave them battered. He flicked his wrist in her direction, sending out the coil with vicious raw strength towards her. Hasjo attempted to snap the whip against her torso - the largest target of her body. Simultaneously releasing a primal roar once again. This was not of anger, but of pain. To have ones hand forced to attack a friend, and to be attacked by such a close friend. It was a pain he did not wish to experience, but right now, there was no choice.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Western Wall, Open Square.
Objective: Chit-Chat with a former sleeper agent
Players: [member="Daella Apparine"]

The proud Knight did not show any signs of alarm or panic, instead he kept studying the scene enfolding in front of him. It didn’t look like the battle was going well, no serenity was to be found amongst the Jedi and that was a development which troubled Sardun greatly. Furthermore, although he didn’t show it, his concentration had been broken and the pattern of Shara was lost to him. Well.. wasn’t that some time wasted.

When the Sith Lady whispered his name, that did solicit a response from him. Not necessarily the one which had been expected. His head tilted softly to the side, as if he was considering some course of action, which was followed by a single word which could have been a statement, a greeting or perhaps an observation.

“Daella.”

Yet again there was silence, as Sardun wondered how this dance would go. The owner of the voice was well-known to him, while growing-up listening to the stories about Diana, you couldn’t not not hear about her sword sister. One of the finest duelists which had graced the Order in a long time. Only matched by a few, most notably the recently deceased Sword of the Order and perhaps Battlemaster Wraith himself.

Eventually he turned around to answer the woman yet again, there was no reason for being rude. Even if his partner in this conversation was a traito-- That wasn’t entirely fair. Daella hadn’t betrayed anyone, not in the strictest sense of the word, it had been her goal all along to study the Jedi for the Sith. As such the responsibility lay within the Order itself, which had allowed her to grow and prosper inside of their halls.

In itself it wasn’t a betrayal, as much as a sign of a lack of scruples. Yet, Sardun could not find it within himself to hate her.

“I am glad you are well too.”

In response to her still face and a distinct lack of inflection, the Knight’s face was impassive and rigid. Maybe a slight tug in the curl of his lip showed that he truly was somewhat pleased, or perhaps a sudden light in his eye which suggested happiness.

“All men have doubts, Daella. This is what makes us human in the end.”

His hands linked together behind his straightened back and he studied the former Jedi Master. Then Sardun spoke yet again, this time with a hint of sadness in his voice.

“You have heard of Diana’s demise, I presume?”

 

[Talon Vosra]

[member="Darth Helios"]
OBJECTIVE: Defeat Sith Lord Helios
The Sith Lord didn't shy away from Talon as he closed. No, rather he maintained a his composure and even seemed to welcome the idea of a melee battle.

'A true Sith Lord, it seems.' Talon thought as he watched his opponents aureate eyes.

Talon was no stranger to this dance. He had faced Jedi and Sith alike. The Sith moved his measured step bringing him closer as he activated the crimson blade and spun it to face upward. Talon readied his blades twisting one wrist in a circular motion as His opponent closed. The strike that came was the obvious one. Talon turned his blade to face down and sweep across to meet the Sith's but to no avail as the sith pulled up short and used a form of Tràkata. The crimson bottom blade of the saberstaff came to life and sped toward Talon with intent to rend him in two from crotch to crown. Talon pulled back and turned his body pivoting his rightside quickly away. However, even he was not that quick, and he armor was not made of lightsaber resistant material that was oddly common these days. The blade did not rend him but it caught him near the waist and cut though his armor like a vibroblade through flimsy. His pale skin was left with a small cauterized line from right side above the waist to just above the navel.

The hit was not bad but if he was not careful the next would be far worse. As he turned back he lifted the blade in his left hand upward hard at the Sith's ascending blade hoping to move it faster and higher than his opponent intended and perhaps regain the advantage before he would strike with his right in a diagonal slice from upper left (yours) across to the right.

 

[Maya Carrick]

LOCATION: High in the sky
ENEMIES: Silver Order - Rasu Gan, Saki, Hasjo Hallu Lok Jorunn
ALLIES Darth Veles Darth Vornskr Lady Exedō Darth Helios
Objective: Look its a monkey lizard , no that just sky!!!!!

Feeling the push take a hold of Hasjo clear path to freedom. As put the first few step, to find herself flashing of something to come. Come to realized that couldn't out run the freight train coming. All the force that flowed around her couldn't have compared herself for asking price she was able to pay. It came at first like a whisper to her body. To start fall to kiss the ground hard on her face. Fact that the next happen so fast there was flash where Hasjo had been pushed to. What that coming towards her. Now it came clear what was happen, to her body. Could feel anything in her body. See it happy the whip that snake around her torsal. It was the smell that told her if she hadn't already lost sense to feel pain it would be very pain full.

Looking up not able to pick her body up. Laying flat on her back, all she could do was give out a raging warrior cry of hers in the force. "YOUUUUUUUUU BOTH SCUMMMM, LET ME GO, GeT your hands off me, ", she being in rage now as if she had been holding a lot back. As tears rain out of both sides of frustration. Knowing with hard hit she took on the pavement knew she had to have broken bones, and would be scraps of her skin missing. There she laid still there caught like a trap animal waiting for the time to be put to death. "Did it that what you wanted, to do , your no better then the sith on this battle field are you, to take a life of friend that didn't raise a head to you.", her eyes tried to keep focus on both of them shifting her eyes back and forth.

More tears flowed from her eyes, as her chest was coming at a pace that could tell there was nothing but rage with in her at less. Something come out of her not what Maya would been like a mouth ago. "You will pay for this...I'll make sure of it both of you, Hasjo you should be a sham of yourself, I tried to save your life the best I knew how to back that day on the SD."

Then feeling another present was that Master @Rasu Gan could be felt know like a bright beacon of hope. It was the brightest the other two was by echo of what a true light would be. Or maybe a different way of using the force all together. "YOUR IN trouble now." , if she could feel the wetness around her know that she had wet herself through her robes.

 

[Saki]

ALLIES: JEDI/REPUBLIC [member="Rasu Gan"] [member="Hasjo Hallu"]
ENEMIES: ONE SITH [member="Maya Whitelight"]
OBJECTIVE: PURGE MAYA
SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: WAYWARD
for equipment

That was the first sensible thing she had said the entire time. Her own madness and insanity slipping to reveal that she actually knew the sith were evil if she was going to compare the jedi to them. Saki stalked over and looked down holding the chain in her hand as she wrapped it around her torso quickly and looked at Hasjo. "I'll carry her, you use your sabers and cover me." She had the strength and right now it was about getting Maya off the battlefield as she reached down and spoke scooping the girl up. "That is the first thing you have said that isn't crazy, welcome back...." She waited a moment "told you I'd knock the smarts back into you."

That was a small point of pride while she stood tall and bulked her muscles feeling the strength more. Between her weight and Maya she was loaded down but produced the one thing that could help them. The bracelet Matsu had fashioned for jedi to protect them, taozin flesh nodule to obscure the force presence and hide herself and Maya. She wasn't going to let a sith track them while she turned to prepare to exit. A smirk on her face walking up the impact creater she had created and pulling Maya in close. "You can hate us Maya but this is for your own good. You just tried to hurt you friend in ager, given enough time the Dark Lord would twist you into his servant and make sure you fell forever to the darkside. There was never a line you could walk it was all falsehoods spun badly to get into your pants."

She kept moving and then was running once the weight had shifted the proper way. Thinking more then doing and speaking on the comlink. "[member="Rasu Gan"] this is Saki we have secured Maya and are moving away from the brawl, looks like my method worked and I beat some smarts back into her for now. No telling how long it will last though she might revert to a raving madwoman given enough time." Which was true but the spinal shock would immobilize her for a good portion of time at least and give Saki enough room to work. Between logic, reason and facts they could blast away any lie topld. The only thing Maya had to stand on was the sith holding her son... and blackmailing her.

Which didn't really hold up as the only way to save her son would be to serve the sith and eventually kill him because he would be holding her back. It wasn't a deal with the devil to save her son it was literally Filicide and she was willingly committing it... to a degree that would make murderers possibly cringe or blush. The smart money was on not burning worlds because you wanted to play with some fire it was and should have been to tell her friends who could have helped her. They would have helped her, prepared her, nurtured the good in her so that she could handle being thrown about into the dark but she had been selfish and an idiot. "Now look at you kid." She hadn't meant to say that out loud but there was no real going back.

If she ran away from them to return to the sith it would only prove how much she had fallen and the safety of her child would be a top priority. If she actually realized she was insane and an idiot well they would all work to help her get her son back. So she could be a family and there wouldn't have to be blood on her hands, she actually wanted to hear this grand scheme and mind game. Meet the sith who seduced her and then listen to him. She wanted to hear it and remember it so she could look back and laugh at it all because only children believe everything they hear. A snort later and she spit the sour taste from her mouth before arriving into a flood of Republic tropers and soldiers. Focused and ready.

"When we get you home Maya your going to have a choice. Either see reason and the truth or continue into your own madness. One will let you see your son, the other well there are places and things that can be done so that you can't harm others or betray the jedi ever again. We aren't going to let you kill yourself for some cheap thrill like a junkie and end up dead because your an idiot."

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

LOCATION: BRAWL
ALLIES: ONE SITH
ENEMIES: JEDI [member="Vulpesen"]
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Balaya kept moving and pulled the web in, it was a manifestation of the darkside and between it and the unseelie in the area creating their nexus Balaya didn't need to be movile while it closed and she was on one side with it to her back. They had went from a cage to a net almost and with each passing moment it was going to close on the jedi as her arm came up and she felt the sing as the dagger bit through the weave. Speed and power giving way while she screamed and the emp went off, her body felt ten times heavier and she looked at Vulpesen with yellow eyes filled with rage at the insect before her scream came out from the crushing weight on her body and a force scream bellowed from her core pinted at his face with the web at his back. She was going to fall over but moved using her strength to do the one thing you did when falling. Grab the one trapped with her and use him to cushion the fall.

 

[Sai Fel]

[[sorry missed it in the sea of notifications]]
LOCATION: JEDI TEAM
ALLIES: REPUBLIC/JEDI
ENEMIES: ONE SITH/[member="Albrecht Tagge"]
gear

Sai Fel ws more surprised by the kick of the rifle and then at the wait... This thing was amazing and so light the small giddy mood she was in after firing a large cannon (cause girls love cannons) had the prismatic metal changing colors with her touch. It was an interesting sight while she moved and combat rolled away from some of the shot feeling the dirt hit her face as it struck the ground. A gun fight between them was not wholly advisable while she moved again getting up in a crouch and switching the settings. Not the sonic calibration but she was factoring through the logistics. His blaster was energy based that meant more electronic parts then moving for slug throwers but less then sonic weapons for settings and calibrations. The switch over to an ionic disruptor brought a hum to the weapon as she waited for a moment wiping the grit and dirt from her eyes and fired. The charged particles coming out and a split second later igniting in a cascade effect arcing towards the sith. She had more ammo in the underside and would have to get more powerpacks for the weapon if it came to it.

 

[Ignatius]

Location: Western Wall, Open Square
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Marcello Matteo"], [member="Tracyn Ordo"],
Allies: [member="Darth Shara"], [member="Daella Apparine"],
Unknown: [member="Michael Sardun"],

I had barely missed my stab to the man's back. he was very fast, and was successful on getting me to the ground. Sitting on my like a mount, and the sword under my arm but not within my hand anymore. if I had kept it in my grip My wrist could have broken. Despite all of this, I had the notion of a joke enter my head and randomly I spoke out, "Wow you work fast for a first date." Looking to the sides to see anything, I could see the rooftops and behold, I saw a girl talking to a man. Girl was about my height, blonde hair, and spoke to a man, rather tall, lean and very Jedi looking. Almost as though they were talking. I knew that they would not come to help me. No one ever did. But there was one problem with the man sitting above me.

Fully sitting on my body, with my arms almost next to my body length, and his bum sitting just above my stomach and lower chest meant that all of my legs were exposed. Too bad he did not think of it. As a runner for many years, living on the streets and having to fight on the ground like this, You had to squirm as much as possible. making it hard for them. Though every little bit counted. I used the force to increase the speed in which I sent my knees to his kidneys. I used my hands to push up on his bum and shove him over my head.

Now here is where Telekinesis played a part, I didn't have to use my hands to project my powers. I could simply use it to act on myself. So with that in mind, I grabbed myself with a grip and pulled away from him. Going feet first. I used my sword as a makeshift board to slide out just right, slamming my feet down to allow momentum to bring myself up from the slide and let the blade slide into my hand from the ground.