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

[Lok Jorunn]

Location: Republic Rear-Line Aid Center
Allies: [member="Hasjo Hallu"], Jedi/Republic
Foes: [member="Hion the Herglic"], Sith
Objective: Recover

The moments that passed went by all too quickly. The painful convulsions that he'd experienced prior were now doubling, even as he cried out for a medic. Perhaps he shouldn't have called for one, he was much less injured than the rest of his men, who were on the ground just like he was. More wretched coughing erupted from his face-down form. Everything hurt. Another cough, he gripped at his stomach, attempting to locate and isolate his pain and find the epicenter of hurt. But as he did that, arms gripped him from underneath his arms and hauled his sorry behind upwards. Cobalt eyes met that of a facemask and a synthesized voice. Master Hallu. The Nautolan threw the man up onto his shoulders without a moment's notice and took off into a full sprint.

"N-No.." The wounded man pleaded. He couldn't just leave his men out there to die. They'd been through far too much to just have someone rescue him and not the others. He didn't deserve it. The members of 2nd platoon had fought just as hard and had suffered more. Lok coughed once again, his gaze telling the tale of a man who'd been taken away from his brothers. With each painful step the Jedi General took, he pounded through the streets of Empress Teta and within minutes found solace in a rear-line first aid station. Master Hallu passed of the Jedi Knight to the medics as soon as he could, letting them take care of his comrade before he shot off to reenter combat.

"Don't worry, boss, you'll be fine." A medic told him, trying a reassuring smile before dropping down to inspect him. "My...my men.." The Knight groaned, a trickle of blood dribbling across his lips. "Internal bleeding, possible shock." The man said outloud, shining a flashlight in his eyes. "Doctor! We need you, now!"

Lok accepted the sweet numbness asking to overcome him. Everything went black.

 

[Marcello Matteo]

The spurting of blood from [member="Darth Shara"] only spurred Marcello on as his anger at...everything deepened and his grip tightened. The Jedi Master's thoughts were a swirl of emotions, flashes of images, and the ever hopeless struggle to justify his current place. Marcello had done it all...tried to protect the people of the galaxy from things that threatened to destroy their way of life. How had he been rewarded? Exhaustion. He watched as the galaxy continued to burn despite his efforts. What did he have in his life to show for anything he had done? Every. Single. Time. Death. The loss of someone he cared for in one way or another. His best friend from childhood. His master that was like a father. If he lost [member="Kiskla Grayson"]...

The galaxy as it was...was...cancerous. For a moment, he thought back to the question he had once posed to [member="Avalore Eden"].

"Do you ever think about all that's happening throughout the galaxy? So much struggle, strife. We as Jedi kill ourselves to stamp out oppression and crime where it rare it's head...just for two more issues to pop up. It's...chaos." At that statement, Marcello's voice fell quiet. He knew the answer.

It needed order.

In his brief foray of absent-mindedness, Marcello had allowed his grip to slip with the sliding nature of his confusing thoughts. As the shockwave from Shara came rushing towards his body, Marcello's face contorted into a visual representation of all the anger he felt towards the galaxy, the Jedi, his life, and himself. The time for half measures and good-hearted speeches was done. His time as a Jedi...was done.

Just prior to being struck by the shockwave, Marcello leapt high into the air. On the way up, he released his hold of his lightsaber, the blue-blade deactivating almost immediately. Around his knuckles, green-white tendrils of electric judgment sparked into formation. However, by the time the visual manifestation of the Force built up his arms, it had changed, contorted by the strength of Marcello's negative emotions. Overcome by the dark-side of the Force, Marcello's arms became encased in purple-white tendrils of dark side energy. Landing back upon the devastated ground, Marcello unleashed the full might and intensity of his frustration, hatred, and his desire to force the galaxy to be the way...it needed to be.

Dozens of strands of the energy erupted from his arms and palms not just in the direction of Shara, but posing a threat of impact to [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Erin Darkstar"], [member="Tracyn Ordo"], [member="Darth Vindica"], [member="Daella Apparine"], and [member="Michael Sardun"]. The oral accompaniment of the Jedi's rage was a deafening Force Scream, the combining efforts threatening to drain Marcello completely of any energy due to his lack of experience in drawing so heavily on the Force by literally infusing his power with the daunting strength of his built, compressed emotions.

 

[J3C0]

The energy struck Shara, and he roared.

It was a roar loud enough to shake the courtyard, and strong enough to shake Marellos own force scream. The two would sweep forth, colliding and crashing into one another. The hulking giant fell to his knee's, breaking the earth around him as pain lanced through his entire body. Smoke rose from him, and his eyes seemed to fizzle inside of his head. He screamed in pain, blood spurting from his mouth and his innards roasting alive.

Yet he stood.

Had [member="Marcello Matteo"] Focused his energy such a thing would have been impossible, but he stood.

The Demon of Coruscant rose from his knee's, and stood. His eyes quite literally popped, his vision going black. His tongue became covered with a sooty roast of blood, but he stretched himself tall.

Energy rolled through him, but he continued on.

One step forward.

Then another. Then another.

He came within feet of Marcello, power building within his palm. The hulking beast took a final step forward, and then hurled the energy in his palm, collapsing to the floor as it left his hand.

The energy unfurled, and formed into clinging strands of darkside energy. They flew forward like a net, tangling and turning within the air, aiming to catch Marcello within them, and stop his rampage.

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Marcello's expression and actions did not change even as [member="Darth Shara"] fought against them. In the Jedi's mind, the only thing that could soothe the torrent of uncontrolled emotions in his body was to make everyone around him feel the intensity of his anger. However, the hulking beast of a Sith Lord was resilient even in the face of nearly everything Marcello's power could throw. It did not surprise the Jedi Master, but it did provoke his ire. The focusing of Marcello's attack was...much too late.

As the web of dark side energy raced towards him, Marcello could not react - his attentions distracted. The dark side rushed through the Jedi's body like a typhoon, and it was already twisting and contorting his thoughts. Marcello had felt the pill of the dark side before, but he'd managed to blind himself, trick himself into believing the dogged rhetoric of the Jedi Order. Now...it soothed that which had ailed the Jedi Master for so long.

As the net constricted Marcello's body and suffocated his connection to the Force, he surrendered...and embraced the dark side. The searing pain of the net stopped and it disappeared. Marcello remained conscious, but the lingering pain momentarily left him on the ground, paralyzed. Deep burns adorned his skin where the net had touched. If nothing else, the Jedi would be much less effective in combat without a serious immersion in Bacta.

Jedi Master Marcello Matteo was dead. Something else entirely...laid silent on the jagged surface of the destroyed courtyard.

 

[Arage Bao]

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

It seemed the General was about to say something, maybe to ease the mind of the Sith Lady. Compassion ran through deeply within the Jedi Knight to limit it, even from Daella. Of course, that was when Marcello decided to go full thermonuclear on their collective asses.

Without considering any other option, Sardun raised his hand and just in time a bubble of the Force surrounded them. Yes, them. Even now Michael Sardun protected Daella, even after her betrayal. He could feel the power of Marcello washing over the shield, and he couldn’t help but be glad that the blunt of the Force had been directed against the Demon.

Because even then, it had been difficult to sustain the shield. This was the perfect moment for Daella to attack him though, his concentration was to hold the shield. She could attempt to end him right now, if she was quick enough he himself might not be quick enough to stop her.

Sardun wanted to scream to Marcello, tell ‘im to wisen up. To be an adult, be mature. Be a damn Jedi, instead of mopping up like a little kid with anger issues. Life wasn’t fair, life wasn’t easy. Didn’t mean you had to explode on everyone and go full emo-mode.

Too late now though, Matteo was gone.

“What's your next move, Daella."

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Western Wall, Courtyard Square
Enemies: [member="Erin Darkstar"], [member="Darth Shara"], [member="Daella Apparine"], and... [member="Marcello Matteo"]
Allies: [member="Michael Sardun"]

Two tendrils of purple lightning struck Ryan, taking him unawares even as he charged toward Darkstar. The coruscating bolts blasted him backward, sending him sprawling upon the hardened permacrete. The air rushed from his lungs and he gasped desperately for breath. Korr looked down, craning his neck to stare at his chest from where he lay. What he saw made him wonder how he still lived. Two patches of blackened fabric and skin sat just beneath his sternum. Ryan's flesh there was numb. He'd felt pain at first. Now he felt nothing.

Korr struggled to rise to his feet, still drinking in air, eyes searching for the source of the- ... no. He witnessed his master, [member="Marcello Matteo"], enveloped in a net of the Dark Side, but Marcello did not die. He gave in to the permeating power of horrid night and drank from the cup of aphotic nectar. Power blossomed from him, dark, destructive energies dispelling the net, and then he fell upon the shattered earth to lay as one dead.

"No..." whispered Ryan, legs giving out. He collapsed to his knees and from his lips came a scream that cut through the courtyard, long, ragged, and full of pain.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!"

 

[J3C0]

Western Courtyard
[member="Michael Sardun"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Tracyn Ordo"]
Shara stood, smoke curled from his armor, his smoldering eyeless face peering down onto the ground. He stumbled his first step, then regained himself. Standing tall the Demon Sith walked towards [member="Marcello Matteo"], his foot steps rumbling toward him. He ignored the screams of the padawan, the calls of battle and the sounds of war all around him.

His tongue scraped against his teeth, removing sooty blood so he could speak.

“Your eyes are open, brother.” Shara spoke, his voice a rumbling mountain. A twisted smile tore through his face. He stood over the new Sithling. “Rise."

He offered his hand to the comparatively small man, a massive claw held out to him. “Rise, Darth Veritas, and see the galaxy born anew.”

The rumble seemed to grow louder, as if Shara was announcing the Darth name to all present, announcing Marcello joining the The One Sith. There was a certain hint of pride in his tone, there always was when he brought in new members. Shara prided himself on his brothers and sisters.

Marcello would be no exception.

 

[Darth Armyss]

Location: On a balcony, attempting to lure a Jedi into an ambush
Opponent: Sai Fel

Albrecht was in a less than ideal position regarding his planned ambush, as while he was mostly protected up on the balcony, he couldn't peak out to check if the Jedi had bought his ruse. Adding to this hazard was that his 'cloak', so to speak, only masked his presence in the Force, but it would be useless if his opponent gained a line of sight on him as it didn't conceal him visually. Sooner or later, he'd have to, but for now he had to wait in case she decided to come to him.

A light plink alerted the acolyte to the fact that his ruse had failed. He spotted the destabilized power pack smoldering in front of him and frantically kicked it away to the other side, a mere two seconds before it erupted into a shower of sparks, metal shards and superheated plasma, like a miniature thermal detonator but nowhere near as lethal. Nevertheless, the impacts of multiple pieces of superheated shrapnel bit into his skin, but as a Sith, he had been taught to embrace this sort of pain, and while far from a masochist he was able to endure; however, the momentary lapse in concentration this caused would alert the Jedi that he remained alive, but only giving her a vague idea of where he might be, not an exact location.

He backed into the hall behind him in the event that Sai made another attempt at attacking him like that, planning to relocate and make another attack from a different angle...assuming she didn't jump onto the balcony and pursue him, which would probably be what he would do himself if he were in her situation in order to regain the initiative, at which point he had two options. The first option would be to begin a fighting retreat to a more tactically advantageous position, or to stay and fight in the corridor and attempt to draw the fight out and increase the likelihood of Sai's more physically-strenuous combat form tiring her out or of the same Jedi making a mistake. Or...he could take a third option and catch her completely unawares, and it was the third option that he chose as, in a somewhat bizarre move, he removed a cylindrical object from his belt and tossed it into a corner next to the door in front of him, then waited for the Jedi to pursue; upon closer inspection, though this wouldn't be visible from almost any direction except from where he stood, this object could be identified as his second lightsaber, which he had taken off of the corpse of a fallen Jedi Knight on Coruscant, but what exactly he had planned with placing it in the corner like that was anybody's guess.

 

[Soeht]

:: THE OPEN SQUARE ::
DAELLA APPARINE
-vs-
MICHAEL SARDUN

The ground continued to quake as [member="Marcello Matteo"] unleashed a torrent of dark side energy. Even as [member="Michael Sardun"] protected her, Daella maintained her stance and glare. What she did to protect herself remained unseen. Eventually, Matteo’s outburst subsided. Yet, the product of such a thing was clear to everyone standing in the courtyard. [member="Ryan Korr"]’s screams and [member="Darth Shara"]’s actions made it clear.

During the Republic’s attempt to liberate Empress Teta, Jedi Master Matteo died as Darth Veritas was born.

Replying to Sardun’s question, Daella gestured her right arm to the side with an open palm as she proudly proclaimed, “I will continue without!”

Then, Daella took a step forward and began a slow trek toward Sardun. She questioned him by asking, “What would you sacrifice to end not only war now but forever in the future?”

Standing a little closer to Sardun, yet still too far away to touch him with a sword, Daella twitched her right hand. Her black lightsaber popped into her hand and instantly ignited a dark purple blade. Her eyes flashed a burning orange for that moment of ignition. She then raised her lightsaber and pointed it at Sardun.

“Know this,” she continued, “I will unite the galaxy! No matter what I must give up or whom I lose, I will not stop. You merely stand in the way of my path. Therefore, unless you stand down, I will not hesitate to cut my way forward.”

 

[Alan]

Location: West wall
Allies: Dwindling
Enemies: [member="Darth Vindica"]


Marcus Faust was a tenacious, mean bastard. And so was Tracyn. Tracyn remembered their fight so long ago in the undercity, and brought his blade to meet the pseudo-strike. Tracyn was familiar with Marcus' pysch-out tactics, and aimed to not get his chest burst open. He wasn't fast enough in recognizing the strike, so his blade merely made it to where the blade skimmed along his Beskar-plated chest. He grimaced, realizing another hit in that exact spot would mean that his side would be one unhappy individual. Tracyn, however, was well-versed in one area where Marcus wasn't as good as- unarmed combat. Moving his left leg forward, he used all of his Teras Kasi training in an instant- Tracyn, without the use of the force, became as fast as any force-embedded Jedi, even in his armor. Years upon years of fighting in it made it second nature to him. His right leg came upwards, and he spun slightly on it, and launched his foot directly upwards, right towards the open side of Marcus, aiming for his bicep or chest. It was quick and violent, but didn't go out far enough to where he couldn't yank it back if Marcus tried to chop off his leg. It was also lower than most kicks, to ensure that Marcus wouldn't see it coming.

Tracyn growled beneath gritted teeth, but he was still calm. That, in itself, was commendable."You lack a crucial point of combat, Marcus."

 

[Darth Naomi]

Location: In deep.... somewhere
Allies: Sith, [member="Darth Praelior"]
Enemies: Republic, [member="Vulpesen"]
Objective: Figure out the physics, get Praelior on her feet


Darth Naomi got carried away. Tides of battle pushed her in different directions and she soon shamefully forgot about her friend. She did not know it nearly costed him his life though. Together with her were a few squads of troopers from the ship. It seemed that she had led them from behind the Jedi force, so assuming the main Sith resistance was up front and maybe from the side, then this effectively made the attackers surrounded. It was of course just a random thought the female Miraluka had during the intensive fight, it was not for certain as she lacked the information about the Republic's forces and their localization. Regardless, not actually keeping that as an objective in her mind she slowly found her way through the battle to roughly where she sensed Veles. Her concealment was long gone, although she remained hidden from the force. Being behind a corner from her solders that actively engaged Republic forces, she saw a rather interesting scene in front of her - two powerful beings clad in armor were on the ground on one another, one a powerful Sith lady, the other no doubt a masterful Jedi.

A moment before an EMP being used disabled the Sith's armor and she fell on her opponent, pinning him to the ground. But now it seems the situation was turning not in her favor. Through Force Sight Darth Naomi saw the daggers the flew through the air, arcing towards her fellow sister. There were too many to hit them all with a gun, so she needed a way to effect them all at once and she only had one. Thrusting her hands forward the Miraluka unleashed a force push, deflecting some blades, altering the course of others to harmlessly sink into ground. The push was not powerful enough to take the two armored figures away from one another or off the ground, in fact she preferred they stayed this way for a bit, while her mind raced to find a solution and fix the disabled armor of her colleague.

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Marcello had been a Jedi. He had given his all and sacrificed much all in the name of the Order and their brand of...justice, the pursuit of peace. Yet...they managed to accomplish nothing. Destruction of the Sith Empire, and the Jedi Order still faltered, failed. He would be judged, but he would do so with failure at his back and the dogged, self-serving principle of the Jedi being swept away. Order through strength...for it took real strength to solidify any object in life.

As [member="Darth Shara"] called to him, Marcello groaned as he rolled to his stomach and forearms. The burns on his exposed extremities from the net were still slightly painful, but the large Naboo native pushed past the pain as he forced himself to his feet. Glacier-blue eyes looked up at Shara's lumbering form. He...wasn't going to shake the man's massive claw, but he did offer the Sith Lord a silent nod of respect, of understanding, of familiar goals.

As his eyes shifted to the visage of [member="Ryan Korr"], Marcello spoke briefly. "One moment." Stepping away from his newfound brother, Marcello stepped just outside of striking range of his former apprentice. Ryan was a Jedi through and through...the future of the Order, and he had hope for the boy. Ryan was very capable, and he could learn little more from Marcello...Jedi or not. "Everyone walks their own path. Ours diverge now, but I have faith in you, Ryan. Do not let them change you."

Turning from Ryan, Marcello's briefly touched on the forms of [member="Michael Sardun"] and [member="Tracyn Ordo"]. Everyone walked their own path. Returning to the vicinity of Shara, Marcello gave a nod of being ready. There were only two things that could really be said about Marcello.

He did what was necessary, and he achieved results

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

LOCATION: SMOTHERING A JEDI
ALLIES: ONE SITH [member="Darth Naomi"]
ENEMIES: JEDI AND ALLIES [member="Vulpesen"]

Ehhhh Balaya was trying to roll off over the jedi... somewhat mostly just trying to find his face under her chest as he spoke and she could feel the force around them. The armor had joints... covered in flexsteel for protection whihc gave a good amount of freedom for her movement. Her growl though came while she was focusing on the force, her cyberntics were most likely fried a dangerous thing but they didn't cover her vital organs. They were just for strength and she could with the force compensate when the she felt the other coming. The sith sister who was handling the daggers while she gave a scream of rage to compensate in her body. The datapad monitoring her own vitals gone and she rose. One knee coming up and then down to try and dent the phrik while her chest heaved. "Never." She shouted while the dark'chyld saber was cursing and rolled over into a crouch. Her brow sweating now that it was her own power keeping her body able to move.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen let out a deep breath as she started to rise off of him, using the opportunity to interrupt the beating with a powerful force push. "Nope."With that, the jedi made a quick roll, calling his sabers back to his hands and igniting the dual colored blade. "Son of a kathpup, you are heavy as hell." Noticing that his daggers had been sent ff mark, Vulpesen let out a growl and cast a quick glance at [member="Darth Naomi"]. "Didn't anyone ever tell you not to interrupt." As he spoke, hi swept a had towards her, using the force to throw seen of his fallen daggers at main torso. Two on one. He'd faced worse. Now he just needed to keep himself alive and pin these two down for capture.

 

[Sai Fel]

LOCATION: GROUND AREA
ALLIES: REPUBLIC/JEDI
ENEMIES: ONE SITH/[member="Albrecht Tagge"]
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Sai looked up when she heard the explosion and at the balcony as it came. For a moment she could feel him in the force again from searching and was it had worked. She then looked up at the balcony and debated with herself for several heartbeats while the blood pounded in her ears. She thought about what to do and thought about what he father would do... Okay her father would have had a walker destroy the building while the Imperial knights surrounded it and watched for anything... Practical and less likely of walking into a trap but you would need the resources and all she had around her were a few fallen soldiers, pavement and buildings. Grenades now he would be looking for most likely, charging in would alert him but she could.

A small smile curled her lips while holding the rifle and moving slowly while keeping her eyes ready. She crouched low and aimed from the ground floor while switching modes. The disruptor could destroy organic flesh easily enough turn it to ash... Against metal and stone not so much unless it was concentrated enough and she focused. Letting the force whisper and guide her movements as she leap froged backwards and up aiming. She wasn't sure what she was going to hit but a full shot from the rifle as it charge firing in the doorway was what she was counting on as it went off giving her a decent amount of kick back from the energy released as the red beam went out and she went to through a window feeling a shard of glass bite into her scalp and go to her forehead. A line of crimson from a deep gash tinting her vision.

 

[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 could not preform the grab or the attacks on the Sephi as one of the Jedi Masters blew up in a lightning explosion of the darkside. I could feel it as I brought my blade to be in front of me Stabbing it into the peracreate as it would absorb the lightning shot at me. Not being a true Sith Sword, it could not absorb lighting, but it could still attract it. I was not harmed, but I could smell ozone around us, and the hair on my head and arms rose up. The new Sith Lord was called as Darth Veritas. I shook my head as now the odds for the area around here came to be more in our favor.

The Sephi Jedi fell to his knees crying out no as his master was no dead and became his mortal enemy. I shook my head as this was now apparent. The Jedi were at a loss here. Their Master was now a Sith. And the Jedi up on the side seemed to be working with the Sith, not really attacking anyone. it was two against three masters, and me, a simple apprentice, but seeing as how one of them I had given two cuts already, it was not in their favor. Speaking out for the all the Jedi to hear,

"Jedi, I ask for you to leave while you still have your lives." The Sith were at a small victory, or very close to one here in the courtyard as the Jedi were outnumbered, but who I was I to say that?

 

[Darth Armyss]

Location: In a hallway, trying not to get vaporized by disruptor fire
Opponent: [member="Sai Fel"]

The disruptor blast rang out at it passed through the window behind Albrecht, the glass shattering, red-hot shards biting into his flesh just like the shrapnel from the destabilized power pack from moments before. He retrieved the hidden lightsaber and went into a sprint down the hall, then took cover in a room off to the side, a lounge or common room of some sort to be precise. Pressing himself up against the wall, the acolyte, again, reassessed his options.

So far, every attempt to force the fight to take a different direction that would be favorable to him had failed spectacularly. Ideally, he had to force his opponent to come at him with melee attacks while he outmaneuvered her and struck her flanks, like a matador would to a reek in an arena, but so long as she could attack from a distance, he couldn't rely on his cunning to do so. He would have to disable that rifle, somehow, but he was unlikely to hit it with his blaster unless he got close, due to said blaster being a pistol, at which point he would be better off luring her to him so that he could cut the barrel off of the rifle. Attempting to bait her clearly wasn't working, he noted, determining that somehow, he had to go on the attack and regain the initiative, but to do that, he had to break contact in order to allow him to reposition before the enemy could counter. The only question was how he should go about doing that

There! he thought as he spotted a window, which he quickly pried open and jumped through, using the force to cushion the three story drop to the ground, then to close the window again to make it less likely for Sai to determine how he had escaped without being seen. Sure, some would call this a retreat, but he preferred to think of it as a tactical withdrawal, as he intended to re-engage very soon, and since neither he nor his opponent had a direct line of sight on each other from there, this meant that this at last gave him the chance to attempt a flanking maneuver. The Sith then slinked away into the shadows, in order to reacquire the target, hopefully without being detected.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Western Wall, Open Square
Enemy: [member="Erin Darkstar"]

Getting up from his knees, Ryan swayed, exhausted from the efforts of battle and loss of blood. He unclipped his lightsaber and flicked the switch. The cyan blade sprang to life once more with a snap-hiss. It hummed idly as grey eyes flicked between his one-time friend and master and the conversation between the Traitor and the former leader of the Army of Light. Then the shapeshifter spoke. Blade-kissed features twisted contemptuously at the Sith's words.

"Kriff you," Ryan snarled hoarsely, power ripping from his palm in a shockwave of telekinetic energy that screeched through the air toward the dark-haired youth.

 

[Marcus Faust]

He'd gotten himself into a rough spot, right where Traycn could use that damned Tera Kasi. The kick caught him in the side, breaking the rudimentary armor underneath his armor like dropped plate. It would bruise, this much was a guarantee. Vindica stumbled back in pain, quickly regaining his standing. "Marcus is dead. There is only Vindica now." He retorted. Man that had sounded so much better in his head. Right now they were up close, Traycn had an edge here with his hand-to-hand, but Vindica could change that. [member="Tracyn Ordo"] would now have a force push thundering towards him as Vindica let loose with his free hand, attempting to get some distance between them.

 

[The End Narrator]

LOCATION: In the skies, soon to be down below.

OBJECTIVE: To be a burning flame against those who are enemies of the Republic and the Jedi Order, to cast light where there is none and ensure the darkness is consumed. And take on all challengers.

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ALLIES: [member="Kiskla Grayson"], [member="Shaw McKeller"], [member="Michael Sardun"], @Everyone else who is nearby.

ENEMIES: Anyone who stands in the way of the Light. Those who align themselves with the One Sith and allows darkness to be their guide.

Spoiler

Music/Scenario: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5SkNrWSk5M#t=99

The Battle of Drunkenwell took an odd toll on Aaralyn Rekali, there was something different about her and only a few could really tell. It was mostly [member="Ayden Cater"] who could tell the difference between her now and her then. He said it when she woke up in the MedCenter and before she was rushed off by her Apprentice to the Battle of Empress Teta.

“There is just something different…” He had said.

Maybe it was the massive loss of life and that void she felt in the Force before she passed out, or maybe it was the immense power she had flowing through her to aid [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] and Ayden during their attempts to save as many as they could by pushing the massive chunks of space debris away from the planet. Who really knew, Aaralyn didn’t know herself. The toll of war though, was starting to change her.

Time….

It wasn’t something the Jedi had the luxury of, and the amount of despair that flowed through the Courtyard pressed against the very core of the Force around her. The demise of a great Jedi Master to the depths of darkness only allowed that to be cemented into the minds of those who were weakened already…but Aaralyn wouldn’t allow it to stick. She wasn’t much, but she was the Sword of the Jedi, she was the flame of light in the hour of darkness and now it seemed just as dark. Her Padawan [member="Shaw McKeller"] stood at her side, his massive frame encased in the impressive armor which he had crafted for him over the years. The two of them were an unstoppable force, now it was time to meet the supposed immovable object…and make it move.

Aaralyn turned and looked to Shaw, a smile coming about her lips as she brought two fingers to her brow and gave him a mock salute. “See you down on the ground big guy…” With a soft chuckle she turned and fell off the back of the dropship. She spun around in mid-air as she flew through the sky with a roaring whistle that seemed to fill the air. The sound of her form penetrating the atmosphere in the short span was like a missile coming in at tremendous speeds. The Force was there, as it was everywhere. It connected her to the world and the world to her, the tethers of energy binding to her essence as she focused the inertia and energy of her form into a concussive force that would break the barriers of sound with an explosive “BOOM”.

As she came close to the ground, she twisted her form around and brought a hard knee and fist into the ground that was suppressed by the energies of the Force. It was simple, she landed between the Jedi and the One Sith in the Open Square. Specifically, [member="Michael Sardun"] and [member="Daella Apparine"]. The dirt and debris from the impact would explode forth from the center of where she was knelt, going in different directions and immediately blanketing the area. On the other hand, the excessive energy would dissipate in such a manner that a concussive wave came out towards the form of [member="Daella Apparine"]. This wave churned up mortar, brick and whatever material it could must in its wake as the ground shook violently. Left behind the massive wave was a gaping crack that was jagged and undefined, yet left an impression within the earth of Empress Teta that would show the raw power behind the wave itself. Truly, it was more than a show of force and a grand entrance, it was meant to show that the Jedi weren’t weak and had power beyond the reaches of the dark side.