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

[Darth Armyss]

Location: Not entirely sure to be honest
Objective: Defeat [member="Saki"]
Allies: [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Daichi"]
Opponents: [member="Saki"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

The acolyte was far from surprised that his attack had missed, as it was far from subtle and, while quick and able to catch an inattentive enemy off-guard, they left no margin for error due to the inability of most species to change their course in mid-jump even with the Force; there was a technique to allow one to do that, but it was far more advanced that what even most masters would be capable of, and while he had managed to learn advanced techniques such as trakata, that was far above his own level. What he hadn't expected was his weapon to be deflected, but on the bright side, at least it was still functional, unlike what would have happened if that had been cortosis.

The subsequent push to disarm him, however, failed, as one of the main tenets of Makashi, one of his primary forms, was to prevent disarmament at any cost, which ensured that he would be ready for any counterattack that might come his way, which would be vital against a Form VII practitioner.

"A mere child would have died at the mere thought of my ordeals" he sneered as he raised his blades in a defensive stance just as, sure enough, the Jedi went on the offensive. The staccato, seemingly erratic nature of Juyo, and by extension, Vaapad, was nothing that Albrecht hadn't encountered before, and while certainly more difficult to counter when performed by a Master, as long as he maintained his focus, he was practically untouchable, a crimson and blue blur surrounding him as he deftly parried and countered each blow as they came, before the force kick pushed him into the air. He flipped once, then landed on his feet, blades still in hand and active...and started laughing. He was practically intoxicated by the fierce maelstrom of the Force welling up within him, his vision tinted red by the blood from his prior wounds.

"My turn..." he growled as he broke into a sprint, pursuing Saki to force her to divert her focus between multiple opponents, and thus make it more likely that she would be overpowered by sheer numbers, barely paying any attention at all to the newly-arrived Aeden Miles.

 

[The End Narrator]

LOCATION: Outside the Courtyard Remnants.

OBJECTIVE: Defend against the onslaught of the Sith...and push them back.

ALLIES: [member="Rhia Thalasa"], [member="Shaw McKeller"], [member="Kiskla Grayson"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Michael Sardun"]

ENEMIES: You worship the "Dark Lord" well...you're an enemy.

Aaralyn blinked back her confused face as she brought her left foot forward, planting it firmly against the ground. Her right foot slid behind her as she bent her knees and brought both arms up beside her, she was ready for this. Her eyebrow would raise in question as to how an opponent who should be so worn out and exhausted could do such a thing? She figured after going ten or more rounds, toe to toe with a three meter tall Maelibus that one wouldn't be able to move, much less deflect a Force push with such furiousity. It didn’t matter, she cocked a smile to the side and brought her left hand up again and threw energy in his direction. Her right followed, then her left followed the right. It was a fluid back and forth motion. She unleashed a torrent of dispersed energy in both [member="Marcello Matteo"] and [member="Darth Shara"]’s direction. The sudden influx of energy in the direction of the marching Sith Lords was followed by dirt and debris it kicked up in it’s wake. Her facial expression showing grim determination to throw them back into the remnants of the courtyard. Undue one Force push, that was fine, now try to repel five more after that switch up.


That coupled with what her Padawan [member="Rhia Thalasa"] was doing would no doubt inflict severe injury to [member="Marcello Matteo"] and do who knows what to [member="Darth Shara"]. The intentions were shifting with the calling of [member="Darth Odium"] into their little gathering. She couldn’t stall anymore, she had to get them back into the full blown fray or disable them completely. She didn't feel that killing would come about but she would do what she had to do in the line of duty.

 

[Ignatius]

Location: Western Wall, Open Square
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"],

As the man blocked both my my attacks, He said no, that I was nothing to him. I shrugged my shoulders as he blocked my saber and used a shield once more to defend against the force blast. I smiled simply as I swung my sword once more to come for his left, not just once, but three times with strength that I could muster. Trying to literally bash the saber out of his hand. WIth the kinetic side to my blows, I could batter him in.

And seeing as how I was now to his height and build. I did not have the body of a child to rely on for striking him. "Then what are you?"

 

[Vaudin Miir]

LOCATION: Atmosphere de la Teta
OBJECTIVE: Even The Odds
ALLIES: [member="Saki"] she Man, [member=Ki'an Karr], [member="Aedan Miles"] of the purple hair clan
PUNK KIDS: [member="Albrecht Tagge"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Daichi"]

Thing 'bout a good ship in the hands of someone what knows how to use it was that, no matter what a saber jockey dirtside did with his glow rod the laser cannons would win. Vaudin was flying a Republic Baldr-Class Transport and doing a good job of it at that. The ground side troops had put in a call that there were wounded allies in need of pickup and as Vaudin closed on the surface he could see why. A bunch of red glow stick lickin' saber monkeys were runnin around picking fights with republic personnel who were out numbered. Well mister Johnson there was some things Vaudin could handle, and he knew blasted well he would have done the same thing, but He was one of the folks that were supposed to keep an eye on the republic. He was one of the shepherds that was supposed to guide the republic to prosperity and some times that meant ya had to fight off the wolves. He neared 300 meters to the surface and called on the force, then did what Jorus woulda done, he trusted his gut.

The stream of laser cannon fire tore a line in the ground behind the Sithspawn as Vaudin began to level out. They could do what they wanted but he was pretty sure they wouldn't block the next volley with their overcompensating laser scalpels.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

LOCATION: Outside of the Great Library
ALLIES: TLSoTF
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Arcis"]

Kiskla positively despised Vong technology. Vornskr's use of it was irritating, and her limbs exercised with the will of the current empowering her body. The staff created a near impenetrable surface though, and her blade bit no flesh.
Vornskr's words confused her. Had he seen her fear, or was he speaking truth? She grimaced at his self-righteous banter. Vaapad didn't allow her to speak, it consumed every element of her composition.
Then he was up, up and away. Her arms dropped and she frowned-- ugh she was going to get so many wrinkles from this war. Speaking of wrinkles, there were many that needed to be ironed out. She could feel ripples of despair in The Force-- and the master touched her stomach as it flipped in agitation. Vornskr's actions were granting her time for a moment's reprieve. The Force that fuelled her and maintained her energy also warned her.
She didn't like this. Kiskla didn't like this at all.

There was much conflict in The Force-- fuelled by confusion. She could feel Jedi slipping, clawing at the edges of whatever they could hold on to, but The Sith's empty promises were enticing. If they wanted to maintain any sense of morale, they would withdraw; but the citizens had reached out to her...
Kiskla wasn't so easily defeated, nor deflated, but to protect the fragile minds of those who didn't understand the big picture.. Mother Goose was getting worried.


"Chancellor," The Jedi breathed into her commlink. A perk of her status meant direct communication channels with the major influencers of The Republic. "There's a lot of confusion here, this isn't going as---" her message was cut short as she gasped.
Vornskr hadn't run away, he'd just given himself a better vantage point. He'd used this technique on her during their engagement on Coruscant. She could feel a tingling sensation as smoky tendrils reached out toward her. Instantly, she reached out with Art of the Small once more. A small barrier of manipulating microscopic sergeants erected about her aura to meet the tendrils. This was not something easily done.


She was meeting his attack on a metaphysical level. Her blades deactivated, and snapped to her hips. She stood there, in total calm while a tiny war broke out around her. His darkness threatened to invade and drain her resources, but her resources were fortified. This technique was her boasting point. Little hands that belonged to the metaphysical pulled apart the smoky invaders, dissecting before the sucking could begin.

Well, most of it.

She could feel areas that weren't strengthened and his attack penetrating her being. She scowled, and stepped back-- the tendrils followed. She knew this was an exhaustive process-- it was rumoured to be akin to the healing process. If she could keep Vornskr's attention long enough, and keep him practicing..
Ah. A distraction. She wouldn't have liked to see the other Sith appear under any other circumstances. But he was helping set her up for success.
Kiskla's presence was already nigh undetectable due to her focus of the miniature Art. In the instant Vornskr's focus broke from her, the invisible veil dropped over her and she skipped out of dodge. The two Sith Lords were perched on top of the museum, and she pressed her back against one of the pillars, dropping her veil. She continued to conceal her presence however as she opened herself to the constant him of The Force, gaining a feel for those she had come with: There was confusion. Frustration. Pain. Resilience. Kiskla closed her eyes, and pushed out a bolstered feeling of support to those she coils directly pinpoint as struggling — even those that were strong needed more strengthening, reassurance that they were not alone. Kiskla exhaled both physically and ethereally, a benevolent breath that extended to those who were open and accepting the light side of the wondrous Force.

([member="Maria Natalja"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Ki'an Karr"] | [member="Michael Sardun"] | [member="Saki"] | [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] | [member="Shaw McKeller"] | [member="Avalore Eden"] )

Then, she reinforced her own vitality. If she were more destructive, she could pull down the museum and crush both Sith beneath it. But that was always bad PR. She’d had enough of that, and besides, the young woman had more finesse to her. She closed her eyes, and slowly lifted her arms. She could feel the two Sith above her, like black holes and voids in The Force, strong with their shadowy prowess. So long as they had the higher ground, they had an advantage. A telekinetic grip extended toward the shadowy presences, and she imagined gripping them both from their perches. It wasn’t a gentle grip either. Her fingers were tense as she groped at their respective, resounding presences. Then, she thrust her raised arms forward, hoping to cast those entrapped in her clutches from the top of the museum, to the bottom of the steps. Time, this would give her more time to assess her new opponent and how he interacted with her older foe — and more important, time to rejuvenate the gap Vornskr had created in her being.

 

[Darth Odium]

LOCATION: The Courtyard
OBJECTIVE: Aggressive Negotiations
ALLIES: [member="Daella Apparine"] [member="Darth Shara"] [member="Marcello Matteo"] @Darth Hairgell, [member="Darth Vornskr"]
ENEMIES: [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] @Rhia Thalasa, [member="Shaw McKeller"], [member="Kiskla Grayson"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Michael Sardun"], The blasted kitchen sink

Odium watched as the very flashy and stylish Jedi woman hit the ground and promptly ran away to fight already weakened enemies.

'Typical.' The mute thought to himself as he shook his head.

His black eyes turned to Darth Junra as his head tresses tasted the air and he shrugged. It wasn't long before his head returned to the fleeing Jedi and her companions as his giant brother Shara bellowed for him to assist. Odium looked to Junra and was given the response he assumed he would receive. With that Odium called on the Darkside and rushed toward the Jedi from behind or the side which ever it was and moved to aid his brothers (and possibly sister because Vornskyr is a tad to pretty if you ask me). His saber staff was still unlit until the last possible moment. He took to massive steps toward the end of his run and called on the force for a guided leap as he activated one side of his saber staff. He would not banter with them, he couldn't speak, he wouldn't toy with them, he had no interest in it, but he would fight, he would be savage, and if he died it would be such a death that they would feel it for a long time to come.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Daella Apparine"]

Eerie silence met stern disregard, if there was one thing Sardun didn’t mind it was silence or awkward staring contests. In the end he preferred that to attempts to turn ‘im over to the Darkside, cookies or not he doubted he would be any good as a Sith. Too emotional, only considering things in the fast rush of their feelings guiding them. Highly unstable if you ask him.

‘Course the silence didn’t prolong itself too needlessly, which became apparent when Daella decided to jump to close the distance between them. Which, in turn, was met by an almost casual flick of the wrist. In response to said flick, three durasteel balls sped out of Sardun’s hand in the direction of Daella’s flying form.

Now, Michael wasn’t a Telekinesis God, or anything like that. It wasn’t his style, so he didn’t expect said balls to rip right through her or any nonsense like that.

But perhaps it would stem her approach.

In the meantime, he could feel Kiskla's touch upon his mind. She felt.. different, it seemed the battle on her end wasn't going much better. Sardun reached out towards her, a gentle connection forming. Nothing too complicated, just enough to bring a single message over to her.

"I'd stop by to chat, but am a bit pre-occupied 'ere. Have heart, Kiskla. We are doing the right thing here."

It wasn't his usual demeanor, but even the Grandmaster needed some moral support somtimes. [member="Kiskla Grayson"]

 

[Darth Veles]

Allies: [member="Albrecht Tagge"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Daichi"]
Enemies: [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Saki"] [member="Vaudin Miir"]


Veles silently cursed under his breath as his opponent blocked some of the shots and took the rest into her armor. At least it stopped the Dark Jedi from attacking him and that was all that mattered right now. Jumping back up on his feet, the Mon Cal gazed around, looking at the chaotic battle. It appeared that Lady Banshee had effectively dealt with the other Jedi, presumably a Padawan. It was a good thing to remove the small annoyance and focus on the big one, now they had a good chance of overpowering her. To increase that chance, the Mon Calamari Sith clipped both weapons he held in hands to his belt and searched the ground for the Mandalorian blaster rifle he had dropped earlier. One of his eyes caught a glimpse of another one of his students, an Acolyte who came to help.

Finding the blaster, he sighed in relief and ran across the damaged street, picking up the weapon and inspecting it for damage. Luckily, the rifle appeared to be in excellent condition. This might have the firepower to punch through the Dark Jedi’s armor. With two other Sith fighting her, Veles intended to use them as a distraction and fire a few precise shots in the back of her head. Unfortunately, the Sith side wasn’t the only one with reinforcements. An old enemy appeared, the Mandalorian who did a great job at making Lady Banshee really angry. She would be very happy to see him, to have another chance of ripping his head off. Smiling at the thought, the assassin lied on his stomach, holding the rifle with both of his hands, looking through the sights with the cybernetic eye and using it as a scope. Taking a deep breath, the blaster firmly grasped in his webbed hands, he was about to shoot when interrupted by a thundering noise of heavy blaster fire. The left eye swiveled back, only to see a small ship releasing a volley of fire behind the Sith line. Obviously, as if the pilot fired any closer, he risked hitting his allies as well.

While staring at the transport ship, he also focused on the Mandalorian thanks to the ability to swivel his eyes independently. The rifle aimed at the man’s hip joint, as it was unprotected by the armor to allow for mobility. Veles picked the moment Aedan raised the chain-weapon-thing and looked for the Dark Jedi, as it would impair the man’s reaction time and ability to defend himself with a lightsaber due to being distracted and holding the Jedi’s weapon. Pressing the trigger, the Mon Calamari fired. And again. After squeezing off another shot, he raised the barrel of the weapon a little, now aiming at the Mandalorian’s neck, also a vulnerable spot on the armor.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Location: Teta
Objective: Assist Allies
Enemies: Jedi
Allies: Sith


Kentarch watched the battle unfold below from his Sith Infiltrator, high in orbit. In the darkened cockpit the droid pilot looked at him and commented. “Things appear to be in a close state sir. The tide could be turned either way. The Sith Lord reflected on the situation and continued to weigh his option as the battle raged below. He reached out with the force; his curiosity and demeanor suggested he was waiting for something. “Open the main hatch, I’m going in.” Darth Kentarch said finally.


The back doors of the Sith infiltrator opened. The deafening roar of wind filled the cargo bay, the air smelt ionized and of smoke from the battle around them. The Sith Lord took a deep breath, then took a running jump out the back end of the ship. Kentarch summoned the force, and then as he fell push himself upwards, even with all his telekinetic strength he dropped like a rock. Yet he landed on his feet, one leg going to the knee as he smashed into the pavement. The ground cracked and splintered as he landed kicking up a storm of dust and dirt.


In his black cloak, his face shrouded in darkness of his hood, the Sith stood and quickly his lightsaber came to his hand. He glanced to see nearby a Jedi, [member="Vulpesen"], and turned to face the warrior of light. As he turned the Sith Lord’s Icy blue lightsaber came to life with a snap-hiss he spoke. “You again?” His ominous voice said. Though something about him in the force was off, perhaps he turned. However he realized he had a mission to attend to, and could not pick a fight do soon. Before the ex-jedi could do anything he dashed off, using the force to increase his speed. He headed to the the Citadel, the highest tower, and made all haste to get there.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

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

The scar-kissed youth drew upon the Force for guidance, grey eyes full of a calm intensity. Stinging pain emanated from his lacerated chest where Darkstar's sword had laid him open, while numbness suffused the twin locations of the burns on his stomach. His robes were torn, blood-stained, and charred. Crimson dripped along his cheek as the wound upon his face bled. Soon it would become a scar in the host of scars upon him, but he would deal with them as he had always done. He had thought the embrace of pain under the Vong slavers to be his gauntlet, but he was wrong. There were to be many trials of the flesh and spirit. This was but another crucible, tempering him in the fires of agonizing defeat and suffering that would forge him anon into steel.

Yet, even steel must bend when struck.

Korr kept his breath at an even, controlled rate, listening to the whispers of the Force. A tingling came across the back of his neck and he moved with the flows of the Force, not thinking but simply being. Korr parried the attack at his left lightly. Rather than simply standing there and taking the blow full strength he pushed off from the ground, cartwheeling through the air and over the top of the Dark Jedi's extended sword. Ryan landed lightly on his feet, with poise and grace.

Again, the Sith swung, aiming for the same place. Ryan used a burst of Force Speed coupled with his precognition to jump backward, just barely avoiding being bisected by the sword as the tip brushed the edge of his robes. A third swing came for the same place. The lumbering strikes with the sword were practically being telegraphed through the shapeshifter's laborious movements to whip five pounds of metal around. Korr took a step backward and the sword swung through thin air in front of him.

The Padawan held his blade at the ready, but suddenly the foe spoke. Ryan's face remained stern and unyielding as though carved from granite. Asked what he was there could be only one reply, an ancient code he'd read long ago. It had stuck with him through the trials of this life.

"I am the revealing fire of light," he quoted.

Then he extended his right hand hand and a brilliant flash of light erupted from his palm in the technique known as Force Blinding, meant to sear his opponent's vision and temporarily blind him like a flashbang grenade. At the same time, Ryan struck out, pretending to slash for the man's right shoulder before immediately redirecting his lightsaber to swing low for the shapeshifter's left leg, aiming to cut just above the knee. The strike would be disabling, creating a limp, but did not carry the power or direction to chop through the entire leg.

 

[Shinju]

LOCATION: Groundside
ALLIES: One Sith [member="Darth Arcis"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]
ENEMIES: Jedi/Republic [member="Kiskla Grayson"]
OBJECTIVE: Find new target

The jedi knight she had been fighting was down as Shinju let her own energies pool into her body. Standing and now moving off after feeding from one of the soldiers. She was happy to keep fighting with the defensive jedi even talking with her... perhaps convincing her to bow and serve the cannibal but that wasn't the problem now. The jedi wasn't her focus as she craned her head and looked up from the body of one of the soldiers. Her eyes flaring yellow and saliva dripping in long lines of blood andd gore. There was another jedi fighting and Shinju moved letting her coat protect her and the derriphan's eye secrete its poison as she took the two blades she held in her hands. It wasn't about killing these were for scratching and as the jedi reached to take people off a roof she moved. Pushing the force into her body and opening her maw as emotions, darkside energies, pain and anguish from the world around her came. She wanted to eat it all and threw one of the blades high, to clip her. To infect her and let out a roar while her own madness bled out as pure force insanity. She could see Arcis/Dranok and crooned inwardly.

 

[Ignatius]

Location: Western Wall, Open Square
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"],

Blocking my first strike of the sword, I was surprised that he took the hit, but the other two he dodged as it was close to severing him in twain. He moved as though he could sense every move that would come his way. He immersed himself in the force. And was doing a very good job of it. While my attacks had ended even just for a second, the man's arm came up and let out not a blast of the force, but a sudden flash of light. it was blinding and sent flurries in my vision. I did not see his next attack but simply reacted to it. I didn't care where his lightsaber was coming from.

I had done it once before on him, and so I did it again, my body exploded with a telekinetic blast in all directions. I could not trust that sending my hand out in one direction that he could dodge it. As such, I had to attack from all angles at once. Sure, I would be using more energy that I would have liked with that move, but I would rather try something that would get him wherever he may be, rather than miss and end up with a mistake. but his words echoed in my ears about him being the fire of light.

All I could do was mentally roll my eyes as he thought he was so greater than all the Sith here, Even when the one he was fighting was not a Sith. "Then allow me to send you to hell where you can burn."

 

[Darth Banshee]

Allies: [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Albrecht Tagge"] [member="Daichi"]
Enemies: [member="Saki"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Vaudin Miir"]
Location: some where near the library, in the court yard.

She watched as mandalorian entered the fray, this remind her why she was upset. They had betrayed her, and she could not fathom why. What had she done to them, make them want to kill her. He was going for Darth Veles, he like father to her. Why are doing this to her, why what had to offend them. She did not know and it kept going round and round in her head. She saw Jedi towards her with what looked like lump of metal on chain.
As she span it Darth Banshee waited till it was flying behind the woman, and then she used force push on it. She hoped the sheer weight of object could be used against the young Jedi, it was just another foolish padawan she figured. Take her down quickly, and then take the mandalorian prisoner. As she released her force push on the weapon, a freighter opened fire behind her. It caused her to duck and try and roll out the way blaster fire to try and seek cover. She wonder if was an idea to call out her own corvette, hidden near by at the end tunnel from the wine cellar.

 

[Saki]

LOCATION: EYE OF THE STORM
ALLIES: JEDI/REPUBLIC @[member="Ki'an Karr"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Vaudin Miir"] [member="Kiskla Grayson"]
ENEMIES: ONE SITH [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Albrecht Tagge"] [member="Daichi"]
OBJECTIVE: KEEP MOVING

Since the onset of the invasion Saki had been focused, she had been opened to the force and letting it course through her body to the very fibers. She had been navigating the energies of the planet as the sith through it into chaos. Their invading armies, their claims of rightness in the face of killing millions. She had seen the dangers and with her friends, her order had worked to fight the darkness here. She had seen her friends become sith, watched as their own madness drowned out the light in them. Had fought to save them. Allowing the turbulent storm that was the darkside to throw her around. She didn't know what to do but she had opened to the force seeking its guidance.... Letting it flow and control every muscle of her being as she worked to save Maya.

Saki watched the other sith try and force push the skullthumper, something with a great deal of momentum. Even with the force you needed to focus and trying to stop a train blase was not something you do. Her senses expanded and she countered the push, pushed her own energies into the attack to make sure it was coming as something dangerous and powerful while and continued to target Banshee. This wasn't going to keep going and then she was feeling more coming, ships and people, the apprentice attacking and what Aedan was doing to aid her while a new allie entered the fray.

The force holding her hand at killing her, instead mercy had seized the heart of the master and she spared her friend saving her. Saving as much as she could to survive the sith. Now she stood here in the turbulent storm of the darkside, with the sith choosing to attack only the weak. She wouldn't allow that, she would fight to protect as many as she could while she felt others slip, fall and turn. The confrontation with the arrogant Mon Cal had only pushed her further, deeper into the force. Made it hum through out her body until finally she could feel everything. Feel the people of the galaxy across time and space, distance held no meaning and she was calm. Not shying away from it, her own inner darkness being used to create a battlemind and turn the vaapad into something stronger then anyone knew.

Then she saw it, felt it and the sith apprentice coming at her from the side. He brought her attention as she continued to smashed and slash bringing the chain up to defend herself where she wasn't choking up on it. Her smirk coming while she internally felt her awareness prickling and so many parts of her body danced. Saki kicked away with an armored boot while turning her head to look at them all. Saki jumped spinning the skullthumper to gain distance and clearing a path until she was a distance away while the senators ship came in firing. There was so much going on and so much coming her way while she brought her hands up and held the chain. The sigil protecting her, the energies of the force coming into her body as the force crackled off her in small dances of golden light.

Now she was here standing and facing several sith as one tried to enter her mind. The Sigil of hope burned brightly as its mental defenses brought protection to her, its connection to the force making her stronger as energy crackled and danced off her skin. She was contained aggression and power in a physical form as everything moved as an extension of the force. She wasn't in control its will was, its desires and purpose moving her body as Saki stood there away from the four sith and saw Aedan Miles... he was brave to help her and she grasped Skullthumper choking up on it. Her body felt like it was going to explode as she let out a scream into the force, her lungs and force energy exploded sending a shockwave repulse towards the sith. This had gone on long enough, the evils of the sith coated with honeyed words to mask the lies.

She wasn't going to have it and stood there as she screamed feeling the force entering every cell of her body and cascading across her skin in small explosions before reforming and reinvigorating her. This was something she had never experienced before but there were cases, reported cases of it. She stood there and felt swirling around her while her senses were assailed and coated. She could feel them all and the one who had tried to mentally attack her was near somewhat. Her hands dropped the skullthumper and she set her hands to her side. Slowly drawing the blade as it gave a snap hiss and the golden light from her body softly cast with the lavender blade. She had drawn and cast aside form zero seeking to handle it with her fists but now she felt it all.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

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

Another telekinetic omnidirectional blast ripped out from the shapeshifter and sent Ryan flying into the air. He tumbled aimlessly, wind knocked from his lungs. Unable to breath and spinning uncontrolled through the air, Ryan felt a spike of fear. No. He must not fear. He must be strong. He must.... a presence brushed against his mind, blossoming emotions of support and courage. It was the push he needed.

Korr released his anxiety and dived into the Force, seeking, begging for guidance. Trusting completely in that unseen power that permeated every fiber of his being, Ryan closed his eyes.

The wind whistled around him, snapping at robes and russet hair. Korr slowed his descent, feeling rather than seeing where the ground was, and landed feet first upon shattered permacrete. His knees bent to absorb the fall and he extended a hand to stabilize himself. He was alive. Shaken, but alive.

He drew in a shaky breath, refilling lungs and expanding a bruised, lacerated chest. Slowly, Ryan rose up to his full height. Grey eyes opened slowly, the color of transparent steel blades. Strangely, he felt a warm, familiar presence nearby. Marcello? His eyes looked down and to his left and he found a gleam amidst the rubble. Korr extended a hand and called the object to him. A cylinder snapped into his palm. Marcello's lightsaber. A pang of loss swept through him and his hand trembled around the grip. He grit his teeth and activated the blade.

Snap-hiss.

The blade of his Master would yet fight darkness. Even if it be for the last time.

He took a step forward on the uneven, broken ground of the square. Scouring eyes locked onto the Dark Jedi, some yards distant and he drew in a deep, calming breath to shut out the pain and anger.

Shapeshifting, swinging the sword around, and unleashing those telekinetic shockwaves would soon begin to take a heavy toll on his opponent. Particularly the shapeshifting. The laws of physics demanded a price for such actions. One could not simply grow in size and also mass and have no inherent disadvantages. There was a cost to this, whether it be a loss of energy or something else entirely and this Dark Jedi would pay for it soon enough.

Ryan did not make reply. He was done bandying words with fools. Pearls before banthas, as they say.

Taking his twin sabers into a Jar'kai stance, Ryan waited.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Allies: [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Albrecht Tagge"] [member="Daichi"]
Enemies: [member="Saki"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Vaudin Miir"]
Location: some where near the library, in the court yard.

Darth Banshee was worried, she was not sure where Jedi was. Their was a ship in the sky some where, also their was an unknown amount of mandalorians about. She need to figure out what to do, she decide she need time. The best get time was to be unseen, she gain time to figure out where everyone was. Then to strike, and strike true. She concentrated inwards, while she was hiding from the freighter. It was her best option, she was going to stealth again, yes force user would know she around but they would not know where she was exactly.
She imagined herself small, and then she began to disappear. She then moved from position to try scout where her enemies where so she work out where to strike.

 

[Kian Karr]

Location: Downed escape pod
Enemies: The One Sith
Allies: The Republic, [member="Kiskla Grayson"]

Ki'an had made it back to the downed escape pod from whence he had come, but the trip there had taken almost all of his energy. He could barely move, barely think, and he suddenly found himself falling. He landed in the dirt by the pod, his face ached from the gashes caused by the crushing of his mask and his forhead throbbed where the blaster bolt had hit him. On top of that, breathing was becoming difficult with the broken ribs.

Then there was the darkside. Ki'an could feel it all around him, the oppressive stench of the darkness made Ki'an's head spin. He suddenly felt fear and anger beginning to build in him. He began to recite the code, but he couldn't push the feelings aside. He thought, for a moment that it would be more than he could bear and he feared what would happen to him. Then he felt her reach out to him. At first it was subtle, a pinpoint of light at the end of a long dark tunnel, but that light grew. Soon Ki'an felt bathed in its warmth and the fear and anger melted away. Ki'an found himself suddenly strong enough to push through the pain and rose to a seated postion, his back against the hard metal of the escape pod. Ki'an had never met Jedi Grand Master [member="Kiskla Grayson"], but he knew it was her. Suddenly able to think straight again, Ki'an closed his eyes and reached out into the force.

Using telepathy, Ki'an sent the simple message, "Thanks." to the Grand Master. Reaching into the escape pod, Ki'an pulled out the med pack. Only one syringe of Bacta was in there. Injecting himself, Ki'an felt some of his pain diminish, but it wouldn't do much for his injuries. Closing his eyes, Ki'an began to fall into a healing trance. He didn't have the energy or the time to do a good job at it, nor was he all that adept at healing trances, but he could at least mend some of the minor wounds and restore his depleted energy. He feared he wasn't done fighting yet. The Sith were everywhere, and he didn't plan on dying on Empress Teta.

 

[Darth Armyss]

Location: In the midst of the storm
Objective: Eliminate Saki
Allies: [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Daichi"] [member="Darth Banshee"]
Opponents: [member="Saki"] @Aeden Miles [member="Vaudin Miir"]

The acolyte reacted quickly to the kick as he was forced back...for a moment, then immediately began advancing again, still attempting to close the distance with his opponent. He could feel her reaching out to the Force, the light emanating from her glowing radiantly in the mind's eye...and yet, as the same time, one seemed to forget that the brightest lights also casted the longest shadows, and her shadow was all he needed to both keep track of his target and to stay in the fight. He felt her aggression, her anger, her hatred...and her despair, for those she had lost to the Sith.

Another pulse of energy give him reason for pause as he braced himself against it, and when his eyes opened again, the sight of the lavender blade in her hands told him all he needed to know: she wasn't going to run any more. Calmly, he approached the Jedi Master, portraying a level of confidence probably far in excess of what he should have when up against such an opponent, but this masked his true thoughts as he analyzed the target and his immediate surroundings...only to tune them out. There was only himself and his adversary, two combatants out of millions that turned Cinnigar into a slaughter.

"The brightest lights cast the longest shadows, Jedi" he sneered, carefully observing her in case she attempted to make the first strike, "the more you attempt to reach for the light, the further down the slope you slide into the Dark Side's embrace."

 

[Jannik Morlandt]

Location - Teta Museum of Fine Art & Antiquities
Objective - Artefacts?! Are ye fething joking? How's about some GTFO?
Team - Gamma
Allies - [member="Avalore Eden"], [member="Turin Val Kur"], [member="Maria Natalja"] @All Republic Forces
Enemies - [member="Hion the Herglic"], @All One Sith Forces

He felt, somehow, that his message, his mental speak, had reached its destination, but unfortunately it had gained no response, the realisation coming to him as the continued on. His brow creased in concern as Maria asked of the result. He shook his head.

"No response. Either ah got it wrong or..."

There was a yell - "I CAN'T ANSWER YOU BACK THANKS!" - and Jannik paused in his steps.

"...did ye hear tha'?" Rhetorical. He looked around, and felt it out again, felt for the same general location that he'd felt the Knight in before but... his eyes widened. Where was she? He panned out, in a slight panic, but found her moving, and was momentarily relieved. But where? His brow knit hard together, as he started to step forward again, latching onto Avalore's presence and referencing it to the structure around them until... his eyes flicked wide open, and his head snapped over to the other padawan. He stepped to her and was about to grab her forearm to quickly pull her in the direction he knew they needed to go, but the moment he laid eyes on her, her head in her hands, he faltered. Then...

"Ah, Jedi, coming like thieves in the night. I believe those artifacts belong in the museum."

"Feth," he cursed, slipping the fingers of his left hand around her right forearm, "Oh, feth. Maria..."

He gave her arm a soft tug, that wasn't at all as soft as he intended.

"...Maria? Ah've found th'others an' we 'ave tae go. Now."

It felt like running, like fleeing, but that was not the entire truth. He was not wholly aware of what, if anything at all, that Maria was capable of, and their chances were better with the others.

An' ah'd like tae know whose brilliant idea 'twas tae separate th'paddies an' th'not-paddies. Ah ought tae give them a piece o'me mind...

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Outside of the Great Library.
Objective: Play a murderous game of cat and mouse.
Allies: One Sith, DSotF, [member="Darth Arcis"], [member="Lady Exedō"]
Enemies: The Republic, LSotF, [member="Kiskla Grayson"]
Music: The Butchered at Birth album by Cannibal Corpse

Vornskr snarled as Kiskla broke away from the battle, and hid herself well in the Force, hidden even from his eyes. The spear in his free hand became limp, as the King of Amphistaff coiled itself around his left arm, and gently rested its head against the vong-formed flesh. Vornskr's horned helmet turned to glare at Arcis, "She was able to break my attack because of your intrusion, Arcis. Now she is gone from my sight, but she has not left." Vornskr's voiced trailed away as he sensed another approaching, but before he could further investigate, he felt the invisible grip of the Jedi close around his body and attempt to wrench him from his high perch. Sadly, Kaine did not have an advanced knowledge in the greater aspects of telekinesis; sure he could tear chunks of foundations away and hurl them at people, or throttle them to death, but his primary skills were with the mind.

Instead of a futile fight against it, Kaine allowed himself to be wrenched free from the perch, but he quickly righted himself to land in a roll before stopping. His amphistaff uncoiled from his arm to create the same spear he had used before, and with the grace of a trained warrior he spun it around and assumed his previous fighting stance. He spoke directly into Arcis' mind, "We must work together to defeat the Grandmaster, you work your way around from the left, and I'll come around from the right. When one of us engages her, the other shall come down upon her like a hammer smashes against an anvil. She will not escape, but keep your senses open, brother. She is clever." Spinning his spear again, Vornskr began to creep along the right side of the library, taking slow meticulous steps as he expanded his senses outward in all directions to probe for the Grandmaster.

He didn't know what part the Cannibal Empress had to play, but she might yet prove useful.