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

[The Hound]

Location: Teta Museum of Fine Arts
Allies: The Republic, [member="Maria Natalja"] [member="Jannik Morlandt"] [member="Avalore Eden"]
Enemies: One Sith and that Great Big Whale...Again
Objective: Protect the Jedi as they Save the Art

He felt the great whale long before he heard or saw him. Hearing the young Jedi Knight's pleas he turned to face her, a generous smile to her concerned face. "Go. I'll cover you and keep this whale off you." That would be his duty, his mission. Keep Hion away from Avalore. He didn't know how well he would fare against Hion as last time they fought it took both him and Rosa to take him down. Wrapping the Force around his eardrums and vital inner ear like he did last time to dampen and even some times eradicate all sound, he began to make his way towards the Dark Sider, hoping to run into any Jedi that would help him.

Was he afraid? Yes. But he would use that fear and mold it into the power he would need to stay alive in this fight. The Dark Side corrupted, and there was no escaping its sickly grasp, so as Turin began to immerse himself in the Force, his corrupted Force presence imitated that of malicious intent. Which was partially true. He had learned in his days as a Republic pilot, that if you went into a dogfight without the intent to kill with every shot, every missile, you would be the one killed and your enemy would go on to kill another day. Yellow accented and clouded his ice blue eyes as the Force, corrupt and violent, welled up within him.

The Sith would not take this world, take these Jedis' lives. Not one more life in this Museum. Not if he had anything to say about it.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Location: Whereever Shara is at
Objective: Get to Shara
Allies: Sith
Enemies: All dem Jedi folk

Her body would be a streak of red and black, Darth Nephthys’ cloak fluttering over the vong crab armor she wore.

The Maelabus’s song would rise like the sweetest aria, reverberating over the high arched ceilings and would sway even the iciest hearts in the galaxy. One she would be immune to due to the constant fighting alongside the large Maelebus. Having a set of ear muffs around her neck in a chain would mean she could easily slip on would help her stay mobile, and once the warning was cried out, she quickly slipped them on.

Onii-san.

The word would be a supplicant, a prayer within the mind of the seemingly mute girl, bright crimson eyes flashing under the straight black fringe of her bangs.

She was a shield to her brother’s sword. Always and forever more.

 

[Darth Isolda]

Location: Senate atrium meditation chamber
Objective: Spread out her mind throughout the nearby area, begin farsight.
Allies: One Sith and Allies
Enemies: Jedi and Republic allies

Bright red crimson lips would slowly curve in a pleasurable smile, the lower half of the Eye of the Dark Lord’s visage barely visible from under the ebony cowl of glistaweb silk. She sat in a seiza position, her head bowed.

All around her, within the very walls of the meditation atrium built for her, the power of the Dark Side of the Force would tremble with almost tangible energy. Like a sluggish putrid pool festering, the Chosen of Vahl would start to manipulate the very energies and corruption of each Jedi and Sith death.

Tendrils of intangible threads would start to slither like sithspawn snakes in a growing sphere from her point of orgin, building a web in the depths of her mind, constructed to touch each an every Jedi and Sith within her vicinity.

The Dark Lord would smile in pleasure at the Oracle, and in her as his vessel he would pour his power unto her.

A gasp would tear from her throat as her back would bow, the throbs of silver in her eyes glowing like twin mirrors, the cowl over her dark hair flung back, delicate filigree headdress jingling slightly at her ears and along the crystal pendant glowing at her neck.

Like ink staining a pool of water, Isolda’s eyes would slowly swirl into dark pitch black, reflective obsidian orbs glistening in the agonizing ecstasy of His power.

Her mind would open completely, that all seeing eye crashing and linking through the Force. The ink of her tattoos would start to throb and itch, until like black serpents, would move under the dermis of her skin, slicing flesh and revealing beads of blood.

A blood price to the Vahla Goddess of the embodiment of the destructive nature of the Darkside of the Force.

 

[Ignatius]

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

Walking forward, I only kept attention to the others around me. Seeing as how I had no cortosis within the weapons that I held, It was merely a way for me to get within the man's lightsabers. I hoped against everything that something would come. Help me in this battle against this man. All I could hear was the demon Sith that was tall speak something about ears under his voice. I only wondered what it was as when tunes started to speak out. I got on fast that something else was happening. I dropped my swords and placed my hands over my ears as quick as I could.

Pulling within my self with the force, I tried to focus on other words and not the sound of the voice that was so..... mesmerizing. I.... I could see images of Jasmine smiling at me as I handed her a roll. it switched to my feeling of not attacking, I shook my head trying to fight it. Fight against the words of the man. Pushing harder, I shoved my fingers in my ears. Looking to the Sephi as i was being affected, I could see that his lightsabers were now off.

His face, for the first time since seeing him was calm. I smiled slightly as I stood there trying to stay on my feet and to remember this. I... I felt as though I should attack him for a reason unknown. I wondered how he had gotten his cuts down his neck. Flashes of a sword looking like the one on my back came to me.

Wait I did this? I shook my head once more. looking to see where the sound was coming from, remembering that it was from the demon, I smiled. A siren. A being that could be deadly while also having a voice more pure than even diamonds and crystals. Almost more so than the Rainbow gem that I had stored away on my ship. I fought against it with all that I had. Trying to not fall to my knees like the Jedi before me.

 

[The End Narrator]

LOCATION: Behind the Courtyard Remnants
OBJECTIVE: Counter the singing of a ten foot creature.
ALLIES: [member="Shaw McKeller"], [member="Kiskla Grayson"], @Rhia Talasen, [member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Ryan Korr"]
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Shara"], [member="Marcello Matteo"], [member="Darth Odium"], [member="Darth Nephthys"]

Desperation hit her like a sack of duracrete.

She couldn’t take the singing, it caused her to sway briefly and her vision to go back and forth. She stumbled a bit, trying to regain focus on the job at hand. What job? Where was she? No, fight it. She had to fight it. Ember, her father, who was that guy? Oh yes, her father had taught her a trick in times similar to this. The neurological activity in the brain which was being lulled to sleep by the Maelibus singing was on a specific spectrum. This spectrum was able to be targeted by concentration within the living Force that was flowing through an individual at all times. That, coupled with determination to fight on, allowed her a brief moment to counter-act the direct assault on her mind and begin closing mental barriers in order to protect her conscious state of mind and body.



Systematically, the serenity of the Light overcame her brain, shutting out the singing, eventually blocking out the audio wave length long enough to isolate it and form a mental barrier. She could feel the small blips of Lightside energy falling around her into a comatose state, but she was able to block out the distraction, focusing on the Maelibus’s singing. As she swayed and struggled to stand, her vision slowly began refocusing, the sound of [member="Darth Shara"] almost becoming mute to her eardrums. Her hands fumbled as she took a moment to regain her composure, still swaying a bit as if a harsh breeze was knocking her about.



It was a good effort, and a move she did not expect. No doubt Jedi were falling helplessly and victim to his surprise attack…but that only fueled her. Then, there was something else. A familiar presence that approached as Odium neared her. She was able to blink back confusion and then subsequent anger, no she couldn’t allow herself to be baited into such trickery. Rach had been dead for a while now, there was no way that was his presence. She thought she could feel the presence of Rach Kol-Rekali touch her mind, but it was an illusion of times since passed. The feeling of disbelief was soon overcome by grief and guilt and then a sensation that sent a tingle down her spine.


She wanted blood…


She thought he was resting in the netherworld of the Force, a soul at peace. No, apparently something [member="Darth Odium"] had contained the spirit of her brother and that angered her. She could feel the darkness welling in her heart, the temptation to let go of her discipline. Let go of who she was and all she had fought against. She could feel the energy swelling in every fiber of her being. Her muscles were tense, her jaw locked and her eyes narrowed as she brought herself dead center upon the three Sith Lords that were approaching.


The games were done. She would take this to the next level, the combined energies within her being swelled up as she brought her arms out within a split second and opened her mouth. Her hands extended forward, fists clenching tightly to the point the veins within her forearms were protruding against the very flesh of her body. A horrifying scream that would haunt the dreams of men came forth from the frame of @Aaralyn Rekali. A scream that was deafening to the point that it would burst ear-drums, shatter glass, damage systems on Starships flying back and wreak havoc across the battlefield. The ground around her would quake as she let out the terrifying Scream of the Ssurian. The beast native to the planet of Dathomir, one which shattered up earth when it’s territory was defiled.


Aaralyn’s scream was multiplied by the energies of the Force, the ground infront of her cracking, the remnants of the Courtyard behind [member="Darth Shara"] and company would shake against the vibrations of the sound waves. This wasn’t a beautiful song that was meant to lull the prey to sleep, this was a song of terror, of anguish. This was a song of the banshee, or of the Valkyrie who wanted the death of men.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: Steps outside the Teta Museum of Fine Arts
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Turin Val Kur"], [member="Maria Natalja"], [member="Jannik Morlandt"], [member="Avalore Eden"]
Objective: Philosophize

"Ah," Orcus hummed as familiar face emerged from the Museum to confront him upon the steps. "You I remember. Carida. Odd, I do not recall feeling the darkness in your presence then, perhaps I was... otherwise occupied, hauum."

The Herglic grinned, wide lips splitting to reveal large, conical teeth. With huge strides, the hulking creature covered in orbalisk carapaces made his way to the left, which would be his opponent's right. He did not wish for the Museum to become collateral damage.

"It seems that, despite their protestations, the Jedi do cavort with Dark Siders. If only the Council knew. Yet, you stand in my way. I could endeavor to remove you with force, for expediency's sake, but I shall use my words, I think."

He pointed a flipper at the man.

"You use the Dark Side, as do I, out of necessity... out of delight. Brother, you fight for the wrong side."

 

[Darth Nephthys]

LOCATION: Behind the Courtyard Remnants
OBJECTIVE: Be a SHIELD
ALLIES: Darth Shara, Marcello Matteo, Darth Odium, Darth Nephthys
ENEMIES: Shaw McKeller, Kiskla Grayson, @Rhia Talasen, Michael Sardun, Ryan Korr


That blur of black would come to a direct stop in front of Shara, her cloak fluttering around her lithe form just as her feet would brace. Hands would go slamming together, palm to palm, perfectly still for what came immediately next.

Lighting would crackle, mold shift and then just as the woman let out a vicious banshee shriek, Darth Nepthys would so in turn immediately react. While she couldn't block the bulk of it, she could very well become a sound barrier to deflect the majority of the sound intensity and damage.

Her focus upon the Jedi Master, Nephthys would give a flinch as she sent an offensive sphere of static barrier around [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]'s body, that crackling crimson globe that would contain the bulk of the sonic reverberation and perhaps even bounce that energy back.

The most basic of defenses that could be used offensively, Nephthys, as a Shield to her brother's sword, had ample experience in forming it. Even the Jedi would teach this as their most basic defense form to younglings. A static barrier had the ability to protect the user from a wide range of attacks, deflect laser blasts, defend against lightsabers, vacuums and even inflict certain amounts of damage upon contact with the enemy. Sometimes the most simple of powers could provide the best defenses... and be a powerful offense. Should the user surround the attacker in a Protection bubble, it is possible the attacker will become a victim of their own attack, having been trapped within its destructive radius.

The raw energy and focus required to keep it up and maintain the bulk of the energy output from the Jedi Master would cause Sokara strain. Due to the extreme concentration needed to sustain the bubble however, the Nephthys would have to be momentarily immobile in order to enact the bubble, and sometimes, completely stationary in order to sustain it. In this case, she would have to continue to remain completely stationary to do so. And she may not even be able to do event that, such was the energy output from the master. Her body would feel the instant ramifications and consequences of her act.

But this magnitude of shielding would not be without a price. Warm liquid would spill from her nose, metallic copper rolling down into her mouth. Blood.

The sheer amount of raw energy she would block would sap the bulk of her strength, and the edge of her vision would start to blur. Thank goodness for the earmuffs that would block any sound from entering, so she didn't have to be distracted by Shara's song.

 

[The Hound]

Location: Teta Museum of Fine Arts
Allies: The Republic, Maria Natalja Jannik Morlandt Avalore Eden
Enemies: One Sith and that Great Big Whale...Again [member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Hion the Herglic"]
Objective: Keep his head on straight, fight the whale. Keep Jedi Safe

What was the Hergalic talking about? Brothers? Joining the Sith? turin hated the Sith, he wanted to kill them all one by one, but the Force did not work that way. He knew that now. Looking down from the steps of the museum is Blue eyes fell on Hion's massive form. "I am not of the Jedi, the Council doesn't know I'm here." 'Though if they did...' He shuddered to think what they would do, what the Republic would do which was why he had to be so careful around these Jedi. Taking a single step down the ceramic steps of the building he felt another familiar presence. His head throbbed and time stopped around him as he was thrust into a hazy vision, his sight obscured by dark tendrils. Words were spoken, Jedi fell before the figure familiar in both form and voice.

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Come...

He had heard that before, from where he couldn't put his finger on it. A tall building stood out in the vision, a woman with eyes black as night, tendrils flowing from her like water. This is where he need to go. He could already feel her inching, scratching his brain. Through sheer force of Will he pushed her out of his mind, or attempted to, his efforts touched the woman's mind. What he saw, through the short glimpse snapped him into reality. 'Who...is she...?' Sweat clung to his brow and his heart pounded in his chest. He felt like he would throw up.

But Hion was still here. "I will never join the Sith so don't waste your breath." he muttered shakily.

 

[The End Narrator]

LOCATION: Behind the Courtyard Remnants
OBJECTIVE: Counter the singing of a ten foot creature.
ALLIES: Shaw McKellerhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/4698-shaw-mckeller/, Kiskla Grayson, @Rhia Talasen, Michael Sardun, Ryan Korr
ENEMIES: Darth Sharahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/2774-darth-shara/, Marcello Matteo, Darth Odium, Darth Nephthys
Pain.


Indescribable pain that caused her very muscles to tense, her teeth to gnash together and her eyes to close. Her lightsabers deactivated quickly and dropped to the ground with soft clanks, her hands came infront of her first as if she was trying to reject the notion of what she believed to be impossible. How could have this happened, something so simple? She should have sensed it, but how could she? She had managed to bring Sith after Sith down upon her and her Padawans and the grief of feeling her brothers soul nearby. Her judgement was clouded, she was overwhelmed. The situation was grim for her, atleast for the moment.


The pain she was enduring was crippling, it was so bad it caused her to drop to her knees and open herself to the Force. As the excessive energy from the scream slammed into her ears, her vision, and her brain like a tidal wave the energy set off a chain reaction which was unexpected. A mechanism of natural defense kicked in as she opened herself up to the Force, this mechanism of protection brought the energies that damaged her within the confines of her being. It absorbed them through her tissue, her ears and everywhere they touched. Her muscles clenched tightly as pain wracked her body, as every ounce of energy she let out was absorbed through her structure. Her hands came up to her hair as she gripped it tightly and pulled at it, crying out in extraordinary pain. She shook and writhed a bit, collapsing forward to scream something of a normal scream of agony. Every ounce of excessive energy from her Scream of the Ssurian had been absorbed into her own body, and there were consequences. Her body had taken extensive damage, damage which would require healing over time. There was a ringing noise that seemed to send a tingle down her spine and into her very brain, a slight pressure building up against her Cerebral cortex.



Her vision, her hearing, her brain had taken damage from the absorption of energy. It centered itself within her very core, driving her to the edge of madness as it swelled up and begged to be released. She continued to thrash a bit, crying out more so by the second. She wouldn't be able to hold it much longer, and she knew it. The scream replaying through her mind, causing her more agony and with the scream came images of wars long since gone, memories she had long since forgotten. Pain beyond the imagination.

 

[J3C0]

[member="Shaw McKeller"], [member="Kiskla Grayson"], @Rhia Talasen, [member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Marcello Matteo"], [member="Darth Odium"], [member="Darth Nephthys"], [member="Daella Apparine"], And Everyone else

Shara continued to sing. He allowed the shield to protect him, letting his voice carry throughout the courtyard, and give his brothers time to finish the Jedi.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Western Wall, Open Square
Allies: [member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]
Enemies: [member="Marcello Matteo"], [member="Darth Shara"], [member="Erin Darkstar"]

A horrific shriek ripped Ryan from his slumber. The percussive force may have initially been contained by [member="Darth Nephthys"], but the sheer volume drowned out the Maelibus' song and beyond. For the sleeping Padawan, it was as though his ear had just been placed next to a starfighter engine.

He woke up screaming.

Blood poured from his ears, running down to mix with the drying crimson tracks on his neck. A pervasive high-pitched ringing filled his head and he rolled onto his back, screaming in agony and clutching his ears. The world spun around him, desperately, he tried to stand up, but failed. At last, he drew upon the Force for strength and let that river suffuse him. Vitality flooded fading limbs and he regained his sense of balance, though not his hearing.

Korr got to his feet shakily, grey eyes flicking about the devastated square. He saw the demon Sith, he saw his master, and he saw several Jedi in combat, but most of all he saw the errant fool who stood just before him, the dark haired shapeshifter. Ryan activated his lightsabers and they came to life in his hands. The absence of the familiar snap-hiss to his deaf ears was in some ways a comfort. He could imagine the peace of fighting in utter silence. No taunts, no mincing of words. Just simple purpose pitted against vile intent. Yes, he longed to know such a peace.

The scarred Padawan moved, speed enhanced by the Force. With his left hand he unleashed another brilliant flash of light, meaning to temporarily blind the shapeshifter. At the same time, he swung with his right saber, Marcello's blade, in a horizontal strike aimed to take his foe above the left hip. If the Dark Jedi jumped the blue blade would take off his legs. If he ducked it would take off his head.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: Steps outside the Teta Museum of Fine Arts
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Turin Val Kur"] [member="Maria Natalja"], [member="Jannik Morlandt"], [member="Avalore Eden"]
Objective: stop philosophizing

Gigantic shoulders made an effort at a shrug, diminished by enormous trapezius muscles that made it unclear where exactly the Herglic's squat neck began, if at all.

"Very well," Orcus hummed.

He came to a stop on the opposite side of the stairs from Turin, with the museum to his left. There was a purpose in his movements.

The Herglic opened his mouth as if to speak again, only no intelligible words came out. From his toothy maw poured forth a legion of air, compressed by the Force into a bellow of horrendous magnitude. Turin well knew the effects of such a blast from their last encounter.

"HAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!"

The shockwave rippled out in a conic projection, tearing up the permacrete of the steps in between Orcus and Turin. Then the crimson greatsaber in Orcus' hand came up and he charged in the wake of his bellow, aiming to run the man down - if he survived the bellow - and stomp and slash him to pieces.

 

[Shaw McKeller]

Location: Fighting in the courtyard
Objective: Defeat the One Sith
Allies: [member="Aaralyn Rekali"], [member="Rhia Thalasa"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Odium"], [member="Darth Shara"], [member="Marcello Matteo"], [member="Darth Nephthys"]

Shaw heard the ominous flash-buzz of a lightsaber activating behind them and to the side. He felt the darkside presence in the Force and acted quickly. He knew that they were outnumbered and, to an extent, outclassed in some areas. To be flanked in such a situation was, in all truth, to be defeated before the fight truly began.

The Mando turned clockwise as he pulled the giant blade off his shoulder. The massive sword was held at waist height through the turn, the edge cutting the air in a low pitched cry. He spotted his enemy, his target, as it began the start of the leap, but Shaw didn't stop turning. He hadn't picked up enough momentum yet.

McKeller let the Force flow through him. He let it sing through his bones. He let it buzz through his muscles. He let it howl through his very being and fill every inch of his soul. He let it strengthen his muscles and harden his bones. He let it augment his tendons and give him the strength and power he needed to make the blow strike like a mountain crashing down the the valley below.

As Shaw faced the Sith once more, the blade arced away from his waist and up towards his foe. The two meter long, forty kilogram blade swung through the air and towards [member="Darth Odium"]'s midsection. This was not a weapon of finesse or fancy fighting. This was a weapon of brute force, lethal brutality, and devastating strikes. Jag'Kyramud was determined to live up to it's name.

The Man-Slayer.

 

[Ignatius]

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

Covering my ears, I could hear the continuation of the singing. I looked to see the Jedi almost asleep, Smiling as this would be the end for him, I started to walk towards him more, only when a large bang went off. A bang that was louder than all other sounds. I covered my ears and tried to shut it out, but all I could hear after was ringing. It was as though a number of flash bang grenades went off next to my ears. I couldn't hear anything. Yet I could hear only ringing. looking around, I then found that the Jedi was getting up.

Both lightsabers came to activate, and still I could not hear the hums of the lightsabers. but as the man's arm lifted up, I threw up my hands. The cracked permacrete came up in many chunks and blocked my vision of him. A flash went off and was dulled to be about the brightness of a flashlight being turned on a few feet from your face. Distraction but not stunning. However, his lightsaber came for me. and it came for my hip. he must have forgotten, I was wearing my Warden cloak around my waist. I waited as I simply turned my hips at the right moment with a small hop, to let the blue saber make contact with the back of the coat around my waist. Ending the threat of one of his lightsabers. But only one.

I sent a force push, wide enough in front of me to hit him back just a few feet, as my right hand drew the Sithsword from my back. The two vibroswords were still on the ground at my feet. using them, I picked them up with my left hand via the force and threw them at him. I needed time to get at him. Drawing the Sith sword, I then held it in two hands, and waited for him.

 

[Alan]

[member="Darth Vindica"]



Pain. Pain in his hand. Searing, burning. His wrist came alive with the sensation of burning. It wasn't too bad of a burn or an attack, because he could still feel it. He knew from experience that any burn that you couldn't feel - was bad. His nerves were still intact, and he still had fight in him. The lightsaber blade had no special properties to speak of, so it mainly just burned Tracyn as it went across his forearm. He backed off, a scorch mark appearing on his gauntlet, cutting through the body glove and attacking his exposed flesh. Tracyn stood back after a moment, and got back into his Teras Kasi position. He stared at Vindica for a long while, before sneering.

"When I was a Mandalorian, I fought many things. Now that I am a Jedi, I find myself fighting more and more. And experience has paid off, hasn't it Marcus?"


The lightsaber gauntlets did not bother Tracyn. In fact, none of it did. Raiden Nar, his Master, taught him to see through the force. Tracyn closed his eyes, and started to sprint at Marcus, gaining speed, at an unprecedented rate than he had before. Tracyn rolled his feet upwards, gaining into a sideways flip. He was going for the Spitting Rawl, the most impressive move that Teras Kasi practitioners used - and that very few could accomplish. He was one of such few, one of such few that could actively use the technique, thanks to his prowess with the art. He rolled his legs over and over in mid air, to accomplish the impressive amounts of kicks. He would follow up with the downward strike with his fists, that would most likely smash Vindica in the ground.


"I would say so."

 

[Darth Banshee]

Allies: the one sith
Enemies: the republic [member="Book"]
Objective: Sneaking

Darth Banshee saw the [member="Saki"] and new fighting her was hopeless. She was well versed in better part of valor. She decide it was better to seek battle else where, than die fighting. As war was only won, by making your opponent die for their cause. She head out looking for an easier pry.
As she looked around she saw a scope on top building, it was a republic sniper. He would make a better target for her. Whilst still under the cover of force stealth, she began to make her way towards him. It would take awhile, as she navigate up to the top of the building. Though once their she be able to toss him off the edge of building, and ram home her lightsaber.
As she limped towards the building her injuries started to throb. Her leg was sore still from the blast, her wrist seemed to started to have a dull ache. Also a couple of ribs did not feel quite right. No doubt after today she would need to use a bacta bath, possibly with scented candles. Also with a bottle of echani red wine she got from cellar earlier.

 

[Talon Vosra]

OBJECTIVE: Defeat [member="Darth Helios"]
ALLIES: Republic
ENEMIES: The One Sith

The Sith reacted quickly to Talon's strike though not fast enough to defend perfectly. The blades collided in a shower of sparks and hummed angrily as the were pressed together. Talon could tell he was dealing with a veteran duelist, but during Talon's time as a Sith apprentice he had sparred with saber staff wielders many times. One of his instructors had bested him many times with the weapons and it was lucky for Talon now that he had experienced those defeats then. His emerald Zelosian eyes met the Sith's aureate and he could feel the eddies in the force all around them. He let the force flow through him like a river of untold depths and moved.

His blade was pushed over until it was now under Helios' forward blade the superior leverage of the saber staff against his one handed grip was more than even the Jar'kai master could handle. As the crimson blade shot forward intending to pierce him through Talon swept his right blade up to push its aim off. However, the deflection was a short lived defense as it merely served to accelerate the other side of the Sith lord's deadly weapon on its path to Talon's exposed neck. Talon reacted quickly bringing both blades up as he turned slightly left to block the Sith's crimson blade with both his yellow and blue blades. Again sparks flew as the blades collided.

"Not yet." Talon said with a typical grin.

 

[Darth Odium]

Location: Fighting in the courtyard
Objective: Defeat the Jedi
Enemies: [member="Aaralyn Rekali"], [member="Rhia Thalasa"] [member="Shaw McKeller"]
Allies: [member="Darth Shara"], [member="Marcello Matteo"], [member="Darth Nephthys"]

Odium closed in no the Jedi as he soared through the air. His black eyes flecked with floating spots of red as his hatred fueled his connection with the darkside. He could feel it all as his lightsaber came to life. His head tresses keyed in on the tempest of emotions that came from the battling groups. Many were feeling hatred and to Odium it was like ripe namana fruit on the branch. One of his few skills was the ability to not only draw strength from his own emotions but the emotions of others and as their darker feelings grew so to did his hunger for them. He saw as the Armor clad Jedi began to swing his weapon like a great club. The human moved with blazing speed. Odium could feel the force in motion and he was helpless to avoid the strike.

Odium flew forward and the giant blade moved to intercept him. His saber came down hard at the man's sword and struck against it while still in the air. The man's strength was incredible and Odium was sent once again through the air away from the group. He was not rent in two but his arms both hurt from the shear impact force of the blade. Odium drew on the force as he flew back and righted himself enough to be able to land sliding across the ground. As always he was silent as he raised himself erect. Again focusing on his hatred he drew on the force again and ran across the ground at the armored man-thing. He was not finished not by a long shot.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Location: Still where I was last
Objective: Sustain the static barrier
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] and all dem folk around her

One would be able to see the dark veins lining the small hands of Darth Nephthys as she stood as still as she could possibly could, but it was getting increasingly difficult to do so.

Dark red drops of blood would fall from her chin onto the floor, sprinkling her life’s blood as her white knuckled grip against her palms would testify to the intense concentration required to continue her duty as a shield.

Sparks would start to light at the back of her eyes, and an eerie crimson glow would turn her eyes into twin embers of coronae, akin to the bright light of the twin Tatooine suns. Her bones would feel like hot iron rods, the power of the Darkside she wove to contain the amplified vestiges of the Jedi Master’s ssurian scream aiding her to remain just a bit longer. Contain it.

Onii-san… would come the mental cry through the Force. Without her brother at her side, she was weaker. Together they would move as one; apart, the Shield would be vulnerable, that strength that would surge through her would be a shadow of it’s glory.

Lips would curl back to reveal blood stained teeth, a grimace of growing agony lining her porcelain ghostling doll face as her nostrils would flare.

 

[The End Narrator]

LOCATION: Behind the Courtyard Remnants
OBJECTIVE: Counter the singing of a ten foot creature.
ALLIES: Shaw McKeller, Kiskla Grayson, @Rhia Talasen, Michael Sardun, Ryan Korr
ENEMIES: Darth Shara, Marcello Matteo, Darth Odium, Darth Nephthys

There is nothing....but the Force.



Aaralyn snapped up her gaze that was bloodshot and torn with agony. Her teeth clenched tightly as she gripped the ground infront of her, digging her nails deep into the dirt. The pain drove her to an edge of clarity that she couldn't possibly have achieved without it's help. It wasn't a level of darkness, but a level of understanding that she was human and neigh invulnerable. She stared at [member="Darth Nephthys"] through the crimson bubble, her eyes narrowing into slits as the ringing continued to echo in her mind, blood seeping out the sides of her head from her ears. The liquid oozed down her chin and neck as she pressed her Force presence forward, concentrating the raw energy which she stored up within her. There at the centerpoint of [member="Darth Nephthys"] being, a small bead of energy began to form, rapdily expanding in size and strength. The shield may have contained her, but it did not contain the Force. The alluring blue-ball of swirling energy would crackle and pulse as it gathered the power stored within Aaralyn, it would shimmer in this hour of darkness.

Today there would be no defeat for this young Rekali, or atleast she could hope there wouldn't be. The numbers were stacking against her, the Sith were like a virus that couldn't be cured. With each moment of desperation, she grew weaker. She couldn't do this for much longer. The combined powers of the Sith Lords and Knights present were overwhelming, even for her. It was enough to take her down a notch, emotionally, and make her realize that she could be taken down just as swiftly as the next Jedi, or fall just like [member="Marcello Matteo"]. No, she had to refuse those thoughts, she had to continue to press on. It didn't matter if she died today, she would die for the ideals of the Jedi Order. She would not fall to the blade of darkness or become it's slave. She pushed every ounce of stored energy within her form into this ball of swirling chaos that was infront of [member="Darth Nephthys"]. She brought hands up in a cupping motion, attempting to contain it with what strength she could muster. The sound of the ringing pinging through her mind was nearly crippling, the tingling sensation was enough to make her want to puke...but she had to do this. She had to break free...



Aaralyn released the energy suddenly, letting her hands drop to the ground and the ensuing explosive force of combined Force energy would be near catastrophic. For all purposes, it didn't matter if Nephthys was knocked our or killed, but if it also caught ahold of [member="Darth Shara"].

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