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

[J3C0]

Shara's jaw snapped shut.

The hypnotic beautiful voice that he had carried for so long ceased, and energy enveloped him. He had been given time to recover. The singing had taken no effort within the force, and making his boom voice further had taken little effort. It had given him time, and his little sister [member="Darth Nephthys"] had given him even more. Shara had recovered, perhaps not to full strength, but more than enough to break any Jedi that remained.

As the Jedi lashed out once again, Shara moved. He became a blur grasping the tiny frail figure of Nephthys and encircling her with his body. The Massive Maelibus turned and whirled about, pointing his armored back towards [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] and using the force to form a barrier between himself and the impending attack.

He became a barrier for the young girl. A bulwark to her shield.

Shara protected his little sister as She had protected him. The energies of the force breaking through his barrier and tearing apart his Vonduun Crab Armor. Flaking apart pieces and causing the living creature to shriek slightly as a layer of the Vonduun Crab Armor was peeled away.

Then it was over, the rush of energy gone. Shara raised himself, laying @Darth Nephtys onto the ground, speaking to her in a soothing motion. “Rest, Little Sister.”

The Maelibus stood to his full height, turning around and facing [member="Aaralyn Rekali"].

The ten foot tall Maelibus scowled, his horns upright and his black eyesockets staring into the heart of the Jedi. He took a step forward, his lightclub hilt still clutched in his right hand. The blade erupted with a snap and a hiss, the red mass of plasma extending nearly two and a half meters.

His eyesless face shifted to [member="Marcello Matteo"] for a second, and then he moved.

The Maelibus dashed forward at an incredible speed, his lightclub slashing out diagonally towards her. The massive lightsaber putting him far beyond her reach.

 

[The End Narrator]

She was drained.

She felt it on all scales, every fiber in her being hurt and she knew it wasn't something to quickly recover from. Desperation was an evil thing, one which kept her alive and would continue to keep her alive. Her vision swayed for a split second and then focused just in time to see him move at her with his massive lightclub and in that moment, she snatched her own lightsaber up, engaging the blade with a quick snap-hiss. As she brought her blade up, his blade made contact with hers and the resulting clash was a thunderous explosion of energy and force that no one would have expected. She had no stance or ability to prepare herself for such an attack and the result for her was not a good one. Aaralyn Rekali was sent flying. She impacted the ground hard and literally bounced away, sliding in the dirt and debris a few meters from [member="Darth Shara"] and [member="Shaw McKeller"]. Her saber remained lit as rolled onto her side, coughing up, the taste of iron filled her senses as blood touched her lips.

It wasn't dark red, which meant the wound wasn't deep. There was a twinge in her side that made it hurt to move, something feeling a bit loose or perhaps more so than normal. ~Rib...~ Was all she could think. As she continued to roll back and forth, attempting to get up to her feet, more blood came to her mouth. She cried out as she managed to make a knee and from her knee she staggered while standing. Her right hand jerked out and reached through the Force with a cry of desperation, the hilt of Tyrena screaming through the air and into her palm. She swayed as she thumbed the activation switch, a quick snap hiss. She struggled to hold both blades in her hand, calling out to the Force for aid.

 

[Marcus Faust]

Sonofa-Vindica's thought stream was once again so rudely cut off. He'd barely deactivated the one gauntlet before [member="Tracyn Ordo"] said something, catching his attention. Experience? He had that, plenty of it. And it made adapting to this oh so easy...sorta. As Traycn came forward at an astounding speed preparing to execute the maneuver of Tera Kasi masters, Vindica manage to save himself some pain. The first kick he dodged. That was it though. In quick succession the two following kicks slammed his head, it stung, his mask loosened, then the to strikes came down, and he was flat on his back. And for the first time in a long time, the Sith Lord's face was exposed. He scowled as he looked up upon Traycn instantly unleashing a torrent of electricity into the Mandolorian Jedi.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

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

Ripping up permacrete was not an easy task. Subsequently, any reasonable person would expect for the apprentice to be significantly drained by such an action, on top of all his other rather large expenditure of Force energies with those blasts of telekinetic energy.

The Dark Jedi twisted his hips, but Ryan both felt and saw the action in his precognitive attunement to the Force. He shut his blade off immediately, thumbing the activation switch in a blink. The lightsaber extinguished before it could come into contact with the coat. The Force Push came, sending him stumbling backward a few steps.

Ryan grit his teeth and reactivated Marcello's blade in time to witness two vibroblades whirling toward him. He let the Force guide his actions, pivoting and sweeping out with both sabers. The glowing bars of energy cut the vibroblades in half as they came whirling in, sending the glowing, molten shards careening in different directions.

Taking up a Jar'Kai stance again, Ryan waited for the shapeshifter to advance. Using the hulking sword again would be exhausting, especially after everything else he'd been doing. The scarred padawan's injuries amounted to blown out eardrums, a long incision on the chest, another all along his face, two concentrated fourth-degree burns on his stomach, and a host of bruises. The Dark Jedi? He had hearing loss and a bloody nose. So, Ryan would let his opponent keep swinging and he would just keep dodging, because apparently the only way to land a hit on him was to physically punch him.

 

[Arage Bao]

Somehow the fight had ended, one blink and Daella was gone. Again Sardun blinked, he wondered if it had been an elaborate hallucination induced by some chemicals. Or if someone had been playing with his mind, trying to distract him from the other threats. Which was a plausible situation with all these Sith Sorcerers running around, concerning too.

Michael looked around and the first thing he saw was Marcello’s padawan fighting some raven-haired dude. He sighed, there was too much fighting and it was tiring.

He started walking, and with his walk his palm extended itself towards that guy. Sardun wasn’t a TK specialist, but he packed a punch. Especially considering he hadn’t been doing… well.. anything, with his will he attempted to force the kid to the ground.

At the same time he then spoke.

“Your sister is gone? Sith won’t help you find her, they will use you until you are broken and then some. Then they will cast you away, and she won’t have anyone to possibly save her. You want that? The Order has resources, we will help you. Not because we want something from you, but because that’s what we do. Stop fighting against the one entity which could actually make a damn difference.”

Dude had two options here. Currently he was outnumbered two-to-one. One of his assailants was still fresh, other one wasn’t a rookie. He could fight them, but eventually he would lose. Or he could bet on the new horse, and perhaps it would pay off.

Choice was his.

[member="Erin Darkstar"] [member="Ryan Korr"]

 

[Alan]

[member="Darth Vindica"]​

Lightning. Again with the lightning. The constant amount of usage of the force must have left him weak, or, Tracyn was underestimating his opponent. Tracyn pivoted on his heel, his hair being singed by the lightning that traveled he brought one hand around him bringing to re-direct the lightning. He followed by using both of his arms and his body along with it. He didn't want to absorb it, but he could use the force to deflect it. He did so by simply enveloping small fields of the force in front of him, barriers of sorts, that sent the arcs elsewhere. Tracyn felt one bolt come towards him, and he was unable to stop it, but it didn't slow down the relentlessness of the Jedi. Contrary to popular belief, Tracyn had abandoned being a Mandalorian long ago. He was a Jedi, through and through it all. It became clear, especially after this fight, of what Tracyn was truly loyal to, and what he was made of.

"There is no emotion, there is peace." ​

Tracyn's hand went to bring his lightsaber to him with the force as he leapt towards Vindica. He rolled in the air, as the hilt came towards his hand.​

"There is no ignorance, there is knowledge."​

The durasteel hilt of the lightsaber came towards his hand, he felt it grasp in his fingers. It felt right.​

"There is no passion, there is serenity."​

The green blade snapped to life, as he continued to fall downward on [member="Darth Vindica"].​

"There is no chaos, there is harmony."​

He angled the blade down and above his head. The green blade pointed downwards.​

"There is no death. There is the force."​

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Tracyn's green blade, went directly to impale Marcus right in the chest, either putting him out of commission or killing him. Tracyn had no real intention of killing him, he simply wanted to give Marcus another chance- Tracyn had seen glimpses in the force that Marcus could be great, could be good again.​

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"Marcus, I believe that you could be good."​

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Things happened in rapid succession. Though [member="Darth Shara"] warned of the impending song, Marcello was slow to respond as he grasped the jagged surface of earth with what little physical might he retained. Fortunately, Shara's efforts caused [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]'s focus on repeated attacks of strong force energy to waiver and then dissipate. Releasing the earth he clung to as if his life, realistically, depended on it, Veritas permitted himself to relax momentarily as he tiredly covered his ears.

Allowing his eyelids to flutter shut over his glacier-blue eyes, Marcello listened to the rhythm of his own breathing as the battle continued to rage around him. From distant suppressive fire to a momentary, blood-curdling Force Scream, Marcello nearly gave into his exhaustion. Forget his own physical exhaustion...the Naboo native's mind was a convoluted mess of strong emotions, broken promises, and general confusion. Then...something happened. The sounds of battle seemed to ebb just enough for Marcello gain a moment of clarity in his thought processes.

Opening his eyes, Marcello craned his neck towards where the bulk of the action was occurring. He watched as Jedi and Sith continued to clash in determined fashion. None drew his eyes more than Aaralyn, however. For several moments, the blonde-haired force practicioner watched as she struggled against near-impossible odds. Even with the impending reality and possibility of failure, she did what she could...remained resolute. Marcello had known that strength. Now he was just confused. Years of fighting against the aspects of the Jedi Order that he hated...was he so ready to make the step to the finite decision of killing those not worthy?

With a strong exhale and a wince of pain, Marcello forced himself to his feet. From deep within the core of his body, Marcello held on to all of the emotions he'd been feeling. He could not simply forget those he had lost. He would not allow himself to break his promise to [member="Kiskla Grayson"]. If anything, he drew strength not from the strength of his emotion or his ability to hide it under a rock. He drew strength from simply being who he was...doing what he felt right regardless of the verbal machinations of others.

Self-exile.

He would grant himself that pleasure, that reprieve. The ability to do what was necessary...was in him, and there was no transcendent manner of speech or thought that would do otherwise. Turning, glacier-blue eyes fell on the form of his apprentice and dear friend, [member="Ryan Korr"]. The device the boy maintained...called to Marcello...begging him to return to what he had been. The parting words of his master now rang truer than ever. He'd wanted Marcello to seek out the Order to discover where he truly belonged. The answer was...nowhere and everywhere.

"Ryan..." His voice was hoarse and it barely carried amidst the chaos. Steeling himself against his exhaustion, Marcello collapsed to his knees as he bellowed with the aid of the Force, his original presence sweeping across the area. "RYAN!" And then...his world went black. This time, however, he did not wake.

So he'd discovered where he belonged.

Everywhere.

Nowhere.

 

[J3C0]

Shara didn't stop.

There was no stopping a raging beast against an opponent, though strangely the Sith Lord held no rage. It was a calm seething that fed Shara, like a continuous stream that never seemed to dry out instead of a rushing torrent that disappeared in the deep reaches of summer. Shara's hatred was continuous, fed by a thousand years of experience, fed by a thousand years of pain.

The massive Maelibus moved again, he didn't pay attention to [member="Marcello Matteo"], he didn't pay attention to anyone but his opponent. He rushed towards [member="Aaralyn Rekali"], his massive form shifting and blurring towards the woman.

The Lightclub slashed out again, this time moving horizontally, intending to bisect the woman with one quick slash.

Before the the blade could strike however Shara withdrew it, flicking his wrist and instead cutting a deep cash into the ground directly in front of Aaralyn, he sent sparks flying into her face, and seconds alter sent a massive Crab Armor covered fist shooting for her gut, intending to knock her out with one final punch, enough strength to break concrete.

 

[Darth Isolda]

Location: Meditation Chamber
Objective: Unlock the bonds that bind, pull power
Allies: The One Sith and allies
Enemies: The Jedi and Republic and her allies

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Beneath the shadow of the darkened spire, there is no light, no mercy, only void, and the chaos within.​

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A pulse of energy would go slamming from the Ember of Vahl’s priestess, and like a white hot tidal wave would go crashing outward into the beyond.

The tortured spirits of your ancestors cling to you, screaming in silence.​

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A sharp gasp would tear anew from Isolda’s delicate throat, the straight slash of her hair falling back as her body would shudder. Words. Words go carve into her mind, a polyphonic chorus of an ancient tongue.

You resist. You cling to your life as if it actually matters. You will learn.​

Prophetic Truth.

The void sucks at your soul. It is content to feast slowly.​

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Vahla would bless her Chosen, blooming within the vessel of the Dark Lord the sight to see across distant worlds. Past, present, future. All variables and thousands of possibilities, power surging throughout as her all seeing eye would burn within the minds of all who were able to touch the Force.

Look around. They will all betray you. Flee screaming into the black forest.​

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Shadowy claws would rake like nails across chalkboard, tearing asunder to glimpse at the beyond. Her gaze would pierce through cloud, shadow, earth, and flesh. Probability. Actions. Sins. Guilt. Regret.

The giant rook watches from the dead trees. Nothing breathes beneath His shadow.

In this Isolda could perceive all the things that were done by means of the lesser marks, and she could see and govern the very thoughts of those that wore them. She summoned every bit of energy from the dark marks, reaching across the planet to tug one and all, but most especially to those more sensitive to her call -- [member="Talon Vosra"], [member="Turin Val Kur"], [member="Aaralyn Rekali"], and [member="Jannik Morlandt"].

Come little Oracle, whisper me thy fate.

T҉̖̣̤h͔̙͇͞e̯͕̮̥̥̫r͎̙̟͍ẹ̳̭̹͔͔ ̬͇̲̲̺̼ì̪̟s̹̞̩̞ ͏̳̭̱̰͉no͈̗̫ ͙̺͍l̘͍̞̤̲̗͜i̻̤̱̘͉͝ͅf̻̘͕ͅḙ̴̣̩ ̡̜̠̫̼̰̜i҉n̰̘̼̤ ̥̜̩̜̙͙͉͜t̥̱̝͡h̠͓̦͔è͓ ̳̮̩̘̞̥͟v̨̝̬̬̝̦ͅͅo̵͉͎̳̪̭͇i̪͇̘̟̠d̯͚̩͉̀.̖̝͚̗ ͇̗̜̭O͉̘͍͍͞n̙̱͞l̪̤͔͞y̼͚̯̘̠̠ ͙̬͡d̷͖͉̙͍̜e̺̣̪̣̜̜͓at̲͚̕h̗̹͚.̖͖̰͕͚̰̭ ̧͕̯ ̧̮͖̯̟͓̹̘​

 

[Zion Krayt]

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[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Outside of the Great Library
Objective: Deal with all of this hooplah.
Allies: One Sith, DSotF, [member="Darth Arcis"], [member="Lady Exedō"]
Enemies: The Republic, LSotF, [member="Kiskla Grayson"], [member="Darth Kentarch"], Walls
Music: The Gallery of Suicide album by Cannibal Corpse

As soon as Shinju engaged the Jedi Grandmaster in battle, Vornskr was quick to rush to her side. However; his actions quickly became impeded when Kiskla momentarily broke off from her fight with the Cannibal-Empress to launch a powerful cone of telekinetic energy directly at the oncoming Sith Lord. He didn't expect for Kiskla to react so quickly when faced with another opponent, and thus the Sith Lord took the cone of energy straight to the chest, and flew back several meters to slam right into the outer wall of the Library. The impact between Vornskr and the wall resulting in a resounding boom followed by the sound of rubble spraying across the stone floor in all directions both inside and out. The Sith Lord himself continued to travel through the wall, and connect soundly with several shelves of knowledge before coming to a stop as the shelves proceeded to bury him alive.

He took that time to contemplate what the feth just happened.

With an annoyed grunt, Vornskr shoved the shelves that had piled up on him, each one flinging away to crash into more shelves with a clatter to create a domino effect with everything on this floor. "Now I know what it feels like to go up against Shorn." The Sith rose from the debris with a groan, shrugging his shoulders to shake off bits of debris that had accumulated there. His ever obedient Scepter was patiently waiting just beyond the threshold of the mess he was standing in, its onyx forked tongue flicked out of its mouth as it watched its master clean himself off. When Vornskr extended his left hand, the Amphistaff quickly lunged itself to wrap its lower body around his forearm as the entire top half remained flaccid to resemble an uncoiled whip, and the Sith Lord once again made a foray towards the Jedi Grandmaster with a smarter strategy now on his mind.

Using the Amphistaff's ability to turn into a indestructible whip, Vornskr would skirt around the edges of the battle between Kiskla and Shinju, suppressing his signature in the Force until the time to strike finally came. When it did, he would unleash a series of whip-strikes at the Jedi, before attempting to wrap his Amphistaff around one of her legs to try and yank her down onto the ground.

 

[Ignatius]

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

As the vibroswords that I had trusted with my life for years were cut in half, I was heaving in my breath. Very much labored b the fight between the two of us. His saber had not been shorted out, and I was trying so hard to breath normally but my beating heart was moving so fast, I doubted that I would last any much longer. I was used to a small fight that would last maybe a minute at the longest. But this Jedi was more experienced than me. I was tired, but not by ripping up permacrete, but by using loose debris that was all over the courtyard from when the Demon sith had opened the ground, or the many times that the Jedi resisted attacks. Just the over the course of the battle I could feel pain.

Then I had not noticed a second Jedi come up and I was almost crushed to the ground. My legs gave way from the force and I fell to my kness trying to resist. Only when I looked to my side, I saw the man's lips moving, but could not hear a word. But I saw one word. One word that could mean all the difference. "Sister" I saw others like Sith, Broken, Order, Resources, Wont, Save her, and finally, Stop fighting. I looked to the two of them. Closing my eyes. Gripping my blade with white knuckles. My arms shaking to even keep it within my grasp. I heaved a sigh as I dropped the sword and let myself fall to my hands.

No sounds came to me. I was beaten. I.... I didn't know what to do. I shook my head. Wanting to continue to fight. But sometimes, it was better to let what comes to you, come and deal with it. Speaking without myself hearing a word of what my voice was, "I can't hear you speak. Ears damaged from blast." I pushed myself up and faced the New Jedi. "And how is it that the Order can help me? and how do you know of my sister?"

 

[Cractius Stretus]

Location : iron citadel
Allies : one sith
Enemies : jedi and republic
Objective : kick the feth out of the Jedi
Cractius mopped up some republic soldiers and proceeded to the battleground . Seeing Zaren try to stop Darth Shara , Cractius , on reflex to protect one of the greatest beings in history , launched a massive force push the equivalent of a brick wall

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Where ever the heck Aaralyn and Shara are
Allies: The Republic
Enemies: One Sith
Objective: Help the little Jedi that could

A small craft fell from the sky, of course its driver wasn't the best pilot in the world mostly because she was only familiar with the Peregrine's controls. Tracking the woman who had decided to spread her influence across the battlefield was rather annoying and it had hit her quite abruptly, only because she had let her guard down, just for a moment. Spencer needed to feel that creepy darkness to find it, the way the woman's voice rang in the back of her mind and the images that flashed caused a shiver to crawl down her spine.

That shiver caused her to fat finger the wrong button and cause a rather quick decent into surface of the planet. She glided the best she could, using the force to somehow stabilize the small death machine her fighter had become.

“Feth, don't hit that guy, or that guy...karking hell that's a building!” The controls spun and Spencer held on for dear life as she barrel rolled around some of the fights. One fight in particular against something that was 3 meters tall caught her attention. There was a Jedi she had only seen in passing and it seemed like she wasn't doing well against the huge thing the Sith had recruited. Once again the craft stabilized and Spencer forced it into a nose dive crashing near the fight. The fighter exploded in a fit of flames and Spencer died.

Just kidding, The tutaminis Master stood out of the flames and shoved some of the debris from on top of her. Cursing up a storm she could feel the ultrachrome armor she wore hot, but with the protection of tutaminis she was able to focus the absorbed energy into a Force Valor for any Jedi within her area of influence. She protected her mind along with others (in the area) from the dark whispers of the one named [member="Darth Isolda"]. Tying her hair back into a ponytail, the Master moved towards the fight with the giant ( [member="Darth Shara"] )and the little Jedi Master that could ( [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] ).

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Location: Outside of the Great Library
Objective: Win
Allies: Republic, [member="Kiskla Grayson"],
Enemies: One Sith, [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Darth Arcis"], [member="Lady Exedō"]

The Lord of Guile knew what was at stake here. But the die was cast, and he could not miss the opportunity to bring an end to this madness. Despite being a Sith, if Kentarch had to fight to save the Grandmaster and the Republic for his own benefit, so be it. Before him were two former Dark Lords, yet that was all they were. Their empire was gone, smashed to dust by the Jedi Order and the Republic. Now with all their former titles, they made one last gasp to resurrect a long dead idea of the Sith. For some time Kentarch almost bought this idea when the Sith made a resurgence to take Coruscant. But the truth was plain to see in front of him, he was fighting for an idea that died when Korriban fell.


"The only thing that's pathetic, is your attempt to defend this idea of this Sith Empire. That crony state you ran was no better, And just like on Korriban you and your One Sith allies will be turned into dust." Kentarch's voice was stoic and ominous.


Darth Kentarch was unmoved by the evasion of his telekinetic attack by the two Sith Lords, however it did interest him how the one dark lady had taken it head on without taking any damage, she was likely wearing some kind of item or armor that suppressed force based attacks. He made a mental note of that. As Arcis rolled forward Kentarch prepared to defend himself, however despite his momentum he went on the defensive. This came to Kentarch's surprise as his sudden stop had given Kentarch a brief opportunity.


While Arcis waited, Kentarch turned to face the crazed woman who now attacked the Grandmaster, completely passing him to feed her insanity. Ensuring the Jedi Grandmaster was not looking straight at him, Kentarch's body suddenly erupted with bright blinding light. In the next moment he shifted up behind Lady Exedo under the cover of the force-flash, and he swept his right leg out hard into the crazed Shinju's feet to knock her down.

 

[Sin1]

Location: Outside Meditation Chamber
ALLIES: One Sith and whoever happens to be with us.
Enemies: Everyone else
Mission: Protect [member="Darth Isolda"]

He could feel the call from the Goddess, and he could feel the need to protect, and answer the call. He had no training with the force, but with a lightsaber he was pretty decent with it. Anyone willing to attack the priestess would have to deal with him, and his wrath. He stood attentive, and ready to attack anything that moved. He didn't dare go inside, and ask for any orders, he knew that would just get him killed. He wasn't a huge religious man, but he knew this was where he was needed. Where he could full fill his goals. "I'm ready to begin this." He said in his sly tone, with a young hop to it. He was pretty young, and all he wanted was a throne to rule.

 

[The End Narrator]

There was an increase sense of urgency that coursed through her veins as [member="Darth Shara"] moved in for the kill, Aaralyn went to counter but saw the feint at the last second. She would turn slightly to allow the sparks to shatter against her, the side of her face and hair burning slightly from the shower of burning embers that overcame her. A grimace taking over her facial expression as a bit of pain settled in from the burning sensation but was quickly overcome by physical pain. The physical pain came as she turned away from the blow that was intent to send her into the oblivion, or maybe if she had caught it right, the world of darkness. The speed that coursed through her veins from the rallying cry of [member="Spencer Jacobs"] had given her a renewed sense of hope. She knew she had a single moment to make her move, an exposed weakness that was known in the armor was now exposed.


She was able to twist back around and duck slightly beneath the massive Maelibus arm, as she did so she brought her arm with her saber up and in. Her hand twisted the saber around and jabbed intwards towards the soft and exposed part of the Vonduun Crab Armor. Much like any armor created from the creature, the gill was located where most beings wore it at the armpit, for [member="Darth Shara"] it was most likely in a similar area, perhaps oddly placed but no different in design. The intention was to shove the energy blade up into the soft tissue of the Maelibus and strike who knows what organs or bone he had within. She would jerk it forward as soon as it penetrated, intent on gutting him as much as the opening of the gills would allow, hopefully spilling what innards she could out for the world to see.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

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

Another approached, Sardun by name, lips moving but no sound issued forth that fell upon Ryan's ears. Korr suspected from the blood trickling out of his ears that his eardrums had burst. Head still ringing, he stared around hazily. The Shapeshifter began a conversation with Sardun, leaving his allegiance ambiguous. Korr didn't trust him. He stalked forward, fingers curled tight around the hilts of his sabers, when suddenly a sensation swept across him.

He could not hear Marcello's voice, but he could feel the desperation in the Force. Ryan swung a blood and dust caked head in his master's direction. The Darkness still resonated within him, but not as strongly as before. Korr watched him collapse on the shattered flagstones of the square. Grey eyes flicked across the array of combatants. Explosions rocked the ground and the bright flash of saber on saber could be seen. The deeper conflict came in the Force, where a raging inferno sought to dry up a river of light.

A rip formed in Korr's heart as duty set against duty. He grit his teeth and shoved aside thoughts of aiding Rekali or Sardun. They could handle themselves. A deeper conviction called to him. He would not stand by and witness another of his friends fall to the blade, be it Sith or Jedi.

Korr stretched out in the Force and wrapped firm telekinetic hands around his master, lifting him off the ground and tugging him out of the square. Ryan moved alongside Marcello's floating body, aiming to reach a nearby building adjacent to the square.

 

[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 Darth Isolda Hion the Herglic
Objective: Keep his head on straight, fight the whale. Keep Jedi Safe

Thrusting his hands forward, a blast of telekinetic power rushed from the TK master, its own force tearing rubble apart and displacing the ceramic stairs they stood on, countering the force of the Force Bellow. With a smirk, he reached for his main lightsaber, remembering that [member="Avalore Eden"] had taken it. With little time to think he used the Force to augment his movement and jumped from the top of the stairs to the ground below, his armor skidding along the permacrete.

Standing strong he felt that tug again at his mind. This time stronger. His eye twitched as pain raked his brain. He could see the tendrils, all of them. They brought him to his knees, his left hand clutching his head, the young "Master" grunting and groaning in pain.

Beneath the shadow of the darkened spire, there is no light, no mercy, only void, and the chaos within.
The tortured spirits of your ancestors cling to you, screaming in silence.
You resist. You cling to your life as if it actually matters. You will learn.
The void sucks at your soul. It is content to feast slowly.
The giant rook watches from the dead trees. Nothing breathes beneath His shadow.

The words slid down his throat like a bowl of scorpions, each syllable pounding inside of him harder and harder. He struggled to stand. Who was this woman?

It matters not as long as you know me.

Why was the voice so familiar? He couldn't feel his presence anywhere...Though his thoughts were interrupted by an intense vision, obscured by the tendrils. A man, standing tall next this woman, his eyes corrupted by the Dark Side, glowing a furious red. Slowly the image was eaten away by a powerful mental flame that ate away at everything he was.

Attempting to stand and draw his weapon, he fell to his knees and then to the ground, his cheek meeting the strangely warm permacrete of the sidewalk.

Black.

Come little Oracle, whisper me thy fate.

T҉̖̣̤h͔̙͇͞e̯͕̮̥̥̫r͎̙̟͍ẹ̳̭̹͔͔ ̬͇̲̲̺̼ì̪̟s̹̞̩̞ ͏̳̭̱̰͉no͈̗̫ ͙̺͍l̘͍̞̤̲̗͜i̻̤̱̘͉͝ͅf̻̘͕ͅḙ̴̣̩ ̡̜̠̫̼̰̜i҉n̰̘̼̤ ̥̜̩̜̙͙͉͜t̥̱̝͡h̠͓̦͔è͓ ̳̮̩̘̞̥͟v̨̝̬̬̝̦ͅͅo̵͉͎̳̪̭͇i̪͇̘̟̠d̯͚̩͉̀.̖̝͚̗ ͇̗̜̭O͉̘͍͍͞n̙̱͞l̪̤͔͞y̼͚̯̘̠̠ ͙̬͡d̷͖͉̙͍̜e̺̣̪̣̜̜͓at̲͚̕h̗̹͚.̖͖̰͕͚̰̭ ̧͕̯ ̧̮͖̯̟͓̹̘

 

[Marcus Faust]

Move. Now. Vindica rolled hard left, narrowly avoiding the simmering green blade. Instantly the Sith was up, but without his saber. But he had plenty that weren't his. Quickly he drew another and thumbed the ignition, it's azure blade springing to life. Marc-Vindica's eyes were confused. [member="Tracyn Ordo"] wasn't the first Jedi to try and save him, but something deep inside felt he could be the las-no, his duty was too the Dark Lord. Marcus he wants to help you! Protested the voice of his long dead sister, Maria had haunted him since Rekali. Damn old man. Shut up. He shot back at the figment as he took up a defensive stance.

"You're wrong." He muttered under his breath, his voice coming off as disappointed, in himself. He remembered how he became this, he remember what Exedo made him do, the child did not deserve death. But his way was quicker than whatever that monster had planned. And with that he'd become like her. He'd kill her for that eventually. In due time. "Jedi stand for freedom, no? With freedom comes a choice, and with a choice there is the inevitability someone will make the wrong one. The Dark Lord's way is the only one which can truly ensure peace."