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

[Soeht]

Mid stride, Daella’s eyes twitched at the sight of the phrik stones coming at her. She moved her focus from [member="Michael Sardun"] to the projectiles. Then, [member="Darth Shara"]’s music began to fill the courtyard. Daella had heard it many times before - Shara himself was witness to that. Her eyes glanced over toward Shara for but a moment.

Reacting to Sardun’s attack, Daella planted her left foot. [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] disturbed the dirt in the area that Sardun and Daella had stood. Immediately, a cloud kicked up to momentarily block Sardun’s view of Daella. The pellets flew through the cloud without impacting anything - creating a little hole for Sardun to see through. Daella was not in sight as the cloud continued to drift downward. On his own volition, Sardun left to assist [member="Ryan Korr"] against [member="Erin Darkstar"].

A little gust of wind picked up. Daella had bent back as if playing limbo with the phrik stones. She remained with her shoulders on the ground and eyes closed - very still and hardly disturbing anything around her. She had deactivated her lightsaber. Under the cover of the dust cloud, it would have been as if she disappeared.

In the distance, Shara’s music continued. Daella’s eyes sprang open. She flung herself off her back and reignited her lightsaber. She dashed off toward another fight.

Several seconds passed. Aaralyn had recovered enough willpower to lash out against Darth Shara in a calculated strike. As her lightsaber went up to her target, Darth Junra quickly approached behind in a mad sprint. The Sith Lady glared at Aaralyn’s back with fiery eyes. She balled her left hand into a fist.

Running almost directly at Aarlyn, Darth Shara would have been exactly opposite of Aaralyn as Darth Junra. Still, Darth Junra stretched out her left hand. She clenched her jaw as her eyes widened. Just a moment after, destructive arcs of electricity flew out from Darth Junra’s hand. She focused the attack solely on Aaralyn in an attempt to prevent danger to Shara, yet such a thing would never be certain. The power behind the attack might have been enough to render Aaralyn unconscious, depending on her reaction to the attack.

 

[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: Catch the thieves

The ferocious smile slipped from Orcus' lips as he witnessed his opponent enter a catatonic state. A frown furrowed blubber and he stretched out his senses.

"Ah, the lady's hand. This does smell of her work." The hulking Herglic gave a noncommittal snort from his blowholes and turned away. He'd held a great zeal for what he expected to be a challenging fight. Instead... "Disappointing," he huffed.

Drawing on the Dark Ocean, he let its deep, crashing depths fill him up. The atramentous strength trembled through hefty limbs and he began a lumbering run, barreling through the entrance of the Museum and beyond. Adrenaline manufactured by the orbalisks coursed through his system and he ran with an appalling speed for a beast of his size. He could feel the little thieves up ahead with their stolen wares and he gained on them with every ground-quaking footfall.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

LOCATION: Outside of the Great Library
ALLIES: TLSoTF and strangely, [member="Darth Kentarch"]
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Lady Exedō"] | [member="Darth Arcis"]

Once again, the maniacal cackling of the oncoming attacker drew her attention and reminded her to focus after blowing The Sith Lord back. She cringed when he devastated the entrance of the library, however. She hadn't wanted to make a mess.

Kiskla moved quickly from the path of the attack Lady Exedø sent her way, just as [member="Darth Kentarch"] intervened. She still wasn't entirely sure of his origin, as she had never seen him before, and was therefore inclined to be quite wary of his intentions. He was correct however, that she was not looking at him, because she was staggering in the other direction. This little area had become one of chaos. Beneath her helmet, her face was one of pain and she directed her gaze skyward to the lightshow -- as if expecting to see some Force apparition as a manifest of all this emotion coming from the Light Side.

Kiskla was not an empath, though direct manipulations of The Force she could certainly feel -- especially since her role as a leader had brought out some more...maternal inclinations. All she wanted to do was protect to see The Order flourish to it's greatest potential. She wanted it to be a little honour student!


When [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] screamed out in pain, the blonde woman felt it pour into the emotional cauldron of the other Jedi that were feeling beyond distraught. It was perhaps this that impaired her the most -- despite the tremendous Force energy she'd been using. This tumult is what caused her to stagger and turn away as the brilliant light exploded from the enigmatic Kentarch. In the brilliance, she saw the vague flicker of a shadow from the visor of her helm. Then it disappeared somewhere below the blast and she frowned whilst clearing her mind and once again attempting to push out consoling reassurance -- but she couldn't keep expending herself just to give others metaphysical pats on the back and a handshake. She sincerely needed to conserve her energies for a final --- whomp.

That shadow struck against the metal of her right lower calf, and locked against it. In her distracted state, Kiskla's centre of gravity was easily persuaded to tip and the woman landed on hard elbows and hips, yipping at the impact. It was that blasted Amphistaff again!

Kiskla knew the severity of this creation, for one had rendered her entirely helpless on Katarr. Its poisons were deadly, and this one's skin was impervious to lightsabres. So, she wouldn't use a blade to defeat it -- but ending it would be her sole objective, for as long as it slithered and writhed about, it was a threat. She could feel it's grip tighten, and she took in a deep breath, gripping at some of the uprooted ground to drag herself forward and test the resilience of the serpent. It held.


Hanging her head for but a second, the Jedi released a shaky breath while her cells both exploded and grew with the amount of energy growing within her, vying to be released. Not yet. Not..yet. Instantaneously, the girl's weight transferred in her hips, rolling her over from her stomach to an upright sitting position; while keeping her legs close together. Her abdomen rang out a shot of pain, as she had forgotten about the strike against her ribcage from earlier. The unoccupied ankle slammed against the body of the snake, while the tightness of her legs ensured it wouldn't slither up any further. Its edge grazed against the metal of her suit, leaving scratches on the surface and she was extraordinarily thankful it hadn't made contact with her flesh. Her right leg limped slightly while she flexed her left, increasing pressure on the large serpent. Time was of the essence, everything about this creature was venemous and her armour wasn't totally impenetrable.


Her right arm lashed out and gripped the upper part of the staff, while her left choked as near to the head as she could; attempting to restrict it's movement. She knew it could still spit, so she adjusted the pressure of her cortosis-covered fingers to angle the creature's fangs skywards -- so it would be more like a water fountain than a projectile peril. All the while, she'd been building up the energy to infect the snake the same way it was supposed to infect her.


The Kiffar's unparalleled ability with Art of the Small infiltrated the creature's bloodstream and poison glands. The beast of the vines would begin to feel the effects immediately, as the cells that composed it's poisons were decimated and converted to harmless water -- a stark juxtoposition to Onimi of old's use of the technique.

 

[Shinju]

LOCATION: Fight jedi
ALLIES: One Sith [member="Darth Arcis"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Darth Vindica"]
ENEMIES: Jedi/Republic [member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Darth Kentarch"]

Shinju was moving and feeling it all, the flash on the edge of her vision and the moving jedi master as a boot swept her.... She went down going over her own feet and rolled in the duster until she struck debris with a sickening crack. There wasn't a scream of pain though as she righted herself and held a hand to her chest. Even her own double jointed body showed itself twisted at an odd angle and she was laughing. The pain coming in while she felt her old apprentice in the distance. Inwardly she spoke for him and was laughing. Oh Marcus my sweet, never going to get to you have revenge, have the feeling of my throat in your hands... You are weak my apprentice.

She looked upon the sight and feeling of the others though and focused taking her arm down to her saber. The snap hiss of it coming for a moment as it came. That lovely scream from the living being trapped in her crystal a gift from Velok. A living being that pain fed into her and filled her with new energy as it unleashed a scream, the wail of the shard more audible now that the energy was flowing through it. It wasn't enough to heal yet but she was opening herself up to all around her. Kentarch, Kaine, Kiskla and Arcis. The feeling of Spencer in her head again had Shinju cooing with pleasure while she pushed thoughts and memories from her times with Dharma and the Wrathful one to defend against mental intrusion. She wanted to feed and not have the one who trained her and aunt of her children in her head.

"Come little jedi, I just want to play with your skin." She looked and held the blade as the sanguine colored blade shimmered and sparked. The containment field unstable and flaring with sparks. Her body was pulling in and at all the energy expended and emotion. That high she felt in a moment from something screaming had her shivering in excitement while sending out every tasty thought for what she could do to someone's flesh and keep them alive. Marcus had given her much joy and bodies to play with and the Fringe had let her be the monster who ate other monsters... sometimes literally while her blood covered mouth gave a smile that reached her eyes brimming with madness, hunger and a red glow just barely beneath the surface.

Then she was moving and holding the blade as she charged pushing the force into her speed, the grip upon the blade loose enough until she was close and her hand glowed. A quick flank and feeling of tempered aggression as she utilized juyo with that cold anger and hate, she wanted to make the jedi bleed and sent that thought before the spin and burst of speed to try and get behind for a slash aimed at the back of her neck and the area of the armor that wouldn't be as protected. "Feed me jedi, let me savor the taste of your flesh between my teeth and the gush of your blood as it explodes in my mouth."

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Location: Ledge of Library
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Lady Exedō"], All One Sith
Foe: [member="Kiskla Grayson"], [member="Darth Kentarch"], All Jedi/Republic
Objective: Through strength, I gain power.

Apparently this knock-off Sith was one for useless attacks and even more useless taunts or insults. This unknown Darksider spat insults about his Empire when he'd led it. At least he'd led an Empire, and it was glorious during his reign. He'd won victories against the Mandalorians, Jedi, and the other despicable forces of the galaxy seeking to destroy his and his peoples' way of life. It was not meant to happen. Even if the Jedi and their counterparts won battle after battle, the Sith would always reemerge and their cycle of strife and war would continue. Everything would be calm and orderly if these pathetic fools would just submit to the will of the Darkside.

Ignorance was bliss, apparently.

"And how was your empire?" Arcis retorted. This man had probably never led a soul in his life, much less an empire.

It seemed he wasn't one for preemptive strikes, either. The Sith King watched as he backed away, resorting to advance upon another one of his foes rather than cross blades with the former Emperor. So he had no honor either. Oh well. Lord Arcis would just have to teach him some manners, brew him a cup of tea, and then kick his head in. Just like the old days. Darth Arcis watched with interest, though not literally as the blinding flash of light sent his eyesight into heaven. He was blinded for a few moments, but nobody had targeted him and he was perfectly fine.

He felt a little lonely. Nobody wanted to play.

That is, until he found a toy. [member="Darth Vornskr"]'s amphistaff had clamped onto [member="Kiskla Grayson"]'s leg. His predatory features grew even more menacing as a sly grin found its way upon his face. The pain, destruction, and suffering occurring everywhere around him fed his innermost desires of winning. He could feel the Force pulsing through his veins as if it were his very blood. Oh how he lusted for victory and strength, power was filling him from every nook and cranny. His saber was still in his hand, but that would be no fun.

King Arcis outstretched both of his hands and aimed them at the Jedi Grandmaster still on the ground. With a roaring crackle of high-pitched thunder, electricity cascaded from his fingertips and flew forth at the highest velocity he could muster. The wounded screaming outside, the sorrowful and forgotten deaths around them, it was as if a stream was constantly flowing in him as he sent it back out to cause even more pain.

"Suffer!!" ​

He roared, blasting the energy with everything he had. These fools would know the true might and power of the Darkness that was within each and every one of them. Perhaps a little pain would awaken that slumbering beast.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

LOCATION: Outside of the Great Library
OBJECTIVE: Don't get stabbed in the neck! ...or...eaten? & I only like to get roasted on a humorous level, kthnx.
ALLIES: TLSoTF and strangely, [member="Darth Kentarch"]
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Arcis"] & Immediately: [member="Lady Exedō"]

Kiskla's audio receptors of the suit picked up what was being said to her as the red-head emerged from the brilliant explosion. This did two things for the blonde Grandmaster:
1. It disturbed her greatly.
2. It warned her.

Her stomach clenched at the gory taunts. Still wrestling with the amphistaff, Kiskla reacted to the precognitive alert the best she could. Though her legs were still entangled with the creature's lower half, she could only move quickly in one direction: backwards.

As Shinju crept to strike, Kiskla dropped to her back and held up the amphistaff. She wasn't it's owner so she wasn't sure it would go rigid on command, but at least the stretched the area within her controlling grip would give something for the woman's dangerous blade to bite into instead of her own body. Her toned arms flexed beneath their metallic coverings, to reinforce the staff and not allow it to waiver. If the creature remained limp, the woman's blade would bite through it and to the durasteel plating of Kiskla's thighs. If the staff became rigid, however, Kiskla would maintain her grip and tug downward, trapping the woman's momentum and using it as she twisted to her stomach once again -- this time, hopefully pulling the weapon from the ballistic cannibal. We'll leave that determination to the staff's true owner; Vornskr.

It was in this vulnerable position that she could feel something darker swelling. Something more immediate than Shinju's attempt to render her useless (or perhaps even paraplegic). She didn't have time to generate a defense however, between the Art of the Small and the physical struggle between herself and Shinju's strike. [member="Darth Arcis"]' outpouring of wicked slapped against her and ravaged through her metaphysical existence. This strike inspired more than her usual gasp, grunt or yelp. Though, she scream was silent from the shock and immediate pain that ripped through her muscles and other tissues. The girl's back arched, her shoulders grinding into the ground as she became little more than a series of confused organs under the wrath of the tentacle-faced-Sith-Lord. Her heels scraped helplessly against the ground, violet arcs sparking around her body as she tried to divide her attentions between draining the poison from the creature, to using her knowledge of tutaminis and absorbing what she could. The burst was mostly aimed at her torso, and that's where the lightning danced gleefully across her belly around through her legs. From the sheer amount of want that was driven behind it, smoke began to rise from the interaction and Kiskla whimpered lamely in short breaths as her eyelids flickered, struggling to maintain her focus.

And suffer she did.

 

[Alan]

[member="Darth Vindica"] stood up, barely avoiding Tracyn's impaling strike. With a stance of Djem So, Tracyn turned to face the Sith again. He watched as the Sith spoke. Tracyn leveled the green blade against his face, before bringing it back down in the Djem So stance."There can be no true order from fear, from absolute power. The Sith seek a fantasy of a galaxy subjugated, and that will somehow bring peace, when your peace is merely an illusion behind a reality of death and fear. That is the truth the Jedi realize, that is why I will never give in my fight against the Sith."Tracyn began to pace around him, leveling his blade down and at a diagonal angle from his body.

"People are good. Despite what the Sith have made you believe, people are good."Tracyn went to slam his blade into Marcus', to saber lock the two blades, and planned to use his impressive strength to force Marcus into submission."And I think you know that, Marcus. Let me show you. I know you aren't a bad person. You can still be good."

 

[J3C0]

The problem with thinking you knew weakspot in a set of armor, was difficult when beyond that weakspot your opponent had another layer armor that naturally formed. When Aaralyn moved to cut through the Vonduun crab armors gills she succeeded, but when it came time to cut through the Maelibus natural armor, the blade stopped, though only for a second. Like when lightsabers were stuck into thick and heavy blast doors stabbing through the Maelibus armor would take time and strength, only a few seconds actually, but Aaralyn did not have a few seconds.

She had no time at all in fact.

As soon as her lightsaber struck Shara growled at [member="Aaralyn Rekali"], growled and howled in pain and shock, the second “armor” was his skin after all and having it cut into it hurt quite a bit. Before it could cut too deeply however Shara swatted the lightsaber away with his free hand, the one that had hit the Force Barrier. He pushed the saber away from himself using his massive clawed and armored hand, taking a step back from the woman in reaction.

The armor beneath his arm was burned and sizzled together, cauterized into a lump of natural born armor that would inhibit his movement quite a bit. He would be unable to raise the arm about his shoulder until the flesh was fully stripped away.

When he saw the flashes of lightning from [member="Daella Apparine"], Shara took advantage, the pain from his wound pushing him on and feeding the Darkside into him.

His lightclub moved once again, it flashed forward in a wild, but controlled, horizontal swing.

 

[Cractius Stretus]

Cractius , being the only one without a foe , decided to assist Darth Acrid in making the Jedi suffer .

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Location: Courtyard
Objective: Try to not pass out, pay tribute to Vahla, gather strength.
Allies: One Sith and their allies
Enemies: Republic and Jedi

“Rest little sister.”

The words would echo with a deep thrumming sound that would have poured over the petite figure of Darth Nephthys as the earmuffs slid off her head to hang round her neck. Chaos would abound, and around her, slowing down as if merely an observer of a war-torn holofilm in the heat of battle, Sokara would slowly start to sway back and forth.

Her legs would tremble under the Vong Crab armor she wore, and she’d stumble to her knees. Although [member="Darth Shara"] had long since gone to attack the Jedi Master she’d protected him from, there was no denying that the Maelibus had become her bulwark to her shield, allowing her the much needed time to attempt to gather her bearings and wits.

She’d fall forward, hands to the ground, white bony knuckles sticking out of slender hands, drops of blood sprinkling from her nose over the snow white skin. Vertigo would loom in the horizon, and she could feel the frantic thud of her heart in her ears.

In the distance, she would hear a loud yell of pain. In her mind, she could see the tug of Goddess. Vahla blood ran through her veins, and in it, the expectation of heeding her call. Her touch. Her direction. All Vahla were expected to bow under the guidance of the Chosen of Vahl.

So like a supplicant genuflecting to her Goddess, Darth Nephthys paid tribute. With her pain, with her lifes blood, with her very being. She was but a vessel to be blessed by the Goddess. A shield to her brother’s sword.

May the One find her worthy and give her strength.

 

[Cractius Stretus]

[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

Cractius ignited his crimson blade and strode over to Kiskla Grayson . Pulling his lightsaber above his head , he channeled all his hatred of everything not sith and brought the lightsaber down ...

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Near the Great Library
Objective: Aiding K. in her fight.
Allies: Miss. K
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Darth Arcis"] @Lady Exedo [member="Cractius Stretus"]

For a while the Lord of the Fringe considered the battlefield beneath him, a flickering visage of him stood on the roof of the Great Library and regarded the raging battle between no less than three Sith Lords, a rookie Sith Apprentice and no one else than the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order. Inwardly Ovmar couldn’t help but sigh just a little bit.

Kiskla brought him into a… fairly awkward situation. The Black Iron Tyrant was a valued customer of Santhe Corporation, and if they ever finished their meeting together a whole lot of factories would be placed in his Sector. Darth Arcis had always been a good friend to Ovmar, from the start when Arcis was merely called Dranok Lussk. Now.. Shinju wasn’t much of a dilemma, Ovmar had never really considered a cannibal a friend of his.

All in all though, Ovmar prided himself in being fairly pragmatic. This was a battle, it was war. Nothing personal in the end, though that probably wouldn’t count for his opponents. Didn’t matter in the end, because there was one thing Ovmar couldn’t stand and that was unfairness. That and cowardice. What was more cowardly than dogpiling Kiskla?

While they were at it, they could have thrown a whole fekking army at her. Because seemingly one Sith Lord wasn’t enough to try and beat ‘er.

A single loud voice boomed through the open courtyard in front of the Library, it was a message made to the mind and ears and it readed thusly.

“I see cowardice . Three grown men and a psycho cannibal all trying to pile up against a single Jedi Master. No matter, it shall be two against four then to… even up the scale, shall we say.”

Which was quickly followed by a steady stream of energy towards Kiskla, invigorating her with Ovmar’s own power.

“Never thought I’d see you out ‘ere, K. Thought you might want some help, call me Jared. Garoth couldn’t find the planet, the map was wonky. If you let me, I will shield your mind.”

If she allowed it, Ovmar’s mind would wrap itself around hers. Buffing her mental defenses and making them close to impenetrable against anything. That also included the woes of the Jedi around ‘em. She would be focused against her foes here.

 

[Shinju]

LOCATION: Library exterior, falling onto Kiskla
ALLIES: One Sith [member="Darth Arcis"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Cractius Stretus"]
ENEMIES: Jedi/Republic [member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Jared Ovmar"]

There were several things happening all at once, the lightning striking Kiskla, the appearance of Jared, the arrival of an apprentice and Kiskla moving causing her shoulder to go into the armor as her saber struck air. Her body twisting and elbow coming to try and hit the metal plate just right between thigh and pelvis for movement. The other saving grace was Dranok's lightning arcing to her blade instead of her for a split second as she focused. Shimmering energy coming along the length of her finger tips and she tasted the energy coming to her hand it sinking in deep as she focused it into every fiber of her body and focused on keeping herself together. The rage at Jared arriving and spoiling her fun becoming cold as she looked up at the apprentice as he struck with an overhead slash.

Her hand came up not the blade to block coated in blue light to grasp and catch parts of the blade, her knee raising to her chest and kicking at the area under Kiskla's chin with the heel to dig in. Once, twice, three times she kicked to try and damage the helmet and expose her face. Now that she was on top her mind raced less to invading the woman's mind with images of what she could or would do and more to how much damage there could be done. The serpent from Kaine might prove a challenge if he decided to send it after her and she yelled to the apprentice. "She's mine human have the others." Shinju growled now while she felt her eyes burn and itch. Pent up energy from Dranok and all that was around her feeding in.

"Come jedi let me see your delicious face." She let out a laugh again and moved the saber to try and intercept a hand of the women if she moved to push her off. her body on its side and she shifted only enough to apply more pressure to the chest area and try to suffocate or restrict breathing.

 

[Zion Krayt]

Location: Outside Great Library
Allies: [member="Kiskla Grayson"], [member="Jared Ovmar"]
Enemies: @Lady Exed0, [member="Darth Arcis"], [member="Darth Vornskr"]

Many, many, many pages before the Jedi Knight had landed some distance away from the Great Library upon Empress Teta. From then on, he had only engaged with troopers and did his best to boost their morale as he continued upon his journey to the Great Library. There, he felt large usages of power, of the Dark Side of the Force who he might find out belonged to [member="Darth Arcis"] if he hurried.

Ahead of him, he saw the crackling energy of the Sith Lightning, and his pace increased and he began to run, armoured legs pumping as he tried to get closer to the downed Grandmaster. He had told her he was going to do his duty by the Jedi Order, the Galactic Republic, and to the Galaxy, and winning at Empress Teta would help that. Ending the Sith's strive for power would help that.

He moved faster when he saw [member="Kiskla Grayson"] upon the floor, and he unclipped his lightsaber from his belt with a grunt as he closed the distance between the both of them. Upon her was, @Lady Exedo kicking her in the face with a certain intent that he couldn't tell from his distance, and then he finally saw the form of the Sith Pureblood, but he wasn't going there directly, he needed to deal with the direct threat that was above her.

The dark gaze locked onto [member="Lady Exedō"], and he threw his arm back to launch his blue lightsaber towards the cannibal. He sent it towards her lightsaber arm, intending to cut it off at the elbow and through the rest of her body before he recalled it -- if he could. But whether it returned to his hand or not would be seen, for now he took off another lightsaber hilt from his utility belt and this time ignited the purple beam.

The Force powered his legs further, speeding him up until the point that even the world around him started to slow down, he saw dust particles more clearly through his helmet as he sped towards the two women, he made sure that he paid as much attention to [member="Darth Vornskr"] and the Sith Pureblood as he could, and then he leapt into the air, feet barely travelling over the ground so that he could adjust his trajectory if need be, straight for the Sith Lady, purple lightsaber thrusting at her torso.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Location: Library
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Lady Exedō"], [member="Darth Vindica"], All One Sith/Allies
Foe: [member="Kiskla Grayson"], [member="Darth Kentarch"], [member="Jared Ovmar"], [member="Zaren Bouqi"], All Republic/Allies
Objective: Through power, I gain victory.

The Dark King poured his electricity and dark energies into this weakling of a Grandmaster. Of course, her new help wasn't exactly doing his job, but teamwork always prevailed. It wasn't cowardice, it was simply how the strong bested the weak. Strength in unity, strength in order; and a common enemy tended to make them fight harder. The Sith King sensed several lifeforms approaching, both of them strong in the Force and only one of them recognizable from his past. It was [member="Jared Ovmar"], that young soul who he'd first met during his service as a Lord Admiral within the Fringe Confederacy. Back when his name was Dranok Lussk, not King Arcis.

He was rather displeased with the man's loyalty to the Republic, but shrugged off the feeling of losing a comrade. They'd shared a past together and Arcis had watched him grow into the man that he was today. It was always saddening to have to kill old friends, but it was necessary. He had his people to think about and their loyalty to the ancient Sith traditions would either doom them or lead them to the path to prosperity and wealth. Which was correct, the Sith King didn't exactly know.

Lord Arcis eased up his lightning until it was merely a crackle before halting his Force assault upon [member="Kiskla Grayson"]. He inhaled and exhaled deeply a few times, pressing his body to recuperate some of his lost energy before jumping back into battle. The darkness flew into him from every inch of this damned planet, his soldiers outside were doing their work with slaughtering any Republic soldiers and any civilians who resisted. They would be cleansed of their impurity or forced to submit to the will of the Sith. However, his little break was cut short as [member="Zaren Bouqi"] made his entrance. The Lord had no idea who he was, nor his capabilities, but his Force presence wasn't as strong as the rest of the combatants around him.

"Foolish." Arcis snarled at the attacking Jedi. His offensive strategy was impressive, but King Arcis was a master of the defensive arts.

The Pureblood reached out with his right hand, tapping into his vast reserves of the Force to pluck that little blue lightsaber out of the air with a Force pull. As the blade deactivated and was sent spiraling elsewhere, the Sith King was already advancing forward into a run. Using his left hand, palm facing outwards, drew back his arm as if he was about to smash through a wall. Instead, he threw a large collection of his power into a Push directed at the Jedi in midair. He'd have no real possibly way of defending before being thrown into a wall, hitting the ceiling, or worse.

 

[Zion Krayt]

Location: Outside Great Library
Allies: Kiskla Graysonhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/1364-kiskla-grayson/, Jared Ovmarhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/2149-jared-ovmar/
Enemies: @Lady Exed0, Darth Arcishttp://starwarsrp.net/user/1122-darth-arcis/, Darth Vornskrhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/136-darth-vornskr/

Somewhere in the back of his mind te Jedi Knight berated himself for going for the direct threat to the Jedi Master. He had known that the largest threat, or at least one of the more threatening Sith Lords in the area had been the one who was electrocuting [member="Kiskla Grayson"], the one that stayed just outside of the brawl rather than in the centre as he had been going. He admitted to himself that he had been a fool when his lightsaber had been snatched out of the air.

He had barely had time to turn his body to the Sith Lord's form when the force push had collided with him and sent him spiralling away from his target, and instead into the wall of the Library where he was sure to have left his mark in the form of the wall cracking behind his back. The Protector of Tython was unsure if it was his back that had cracked, or the wall, but he spent no time thinking about it anymore.

He was upon his feet within a moment, and his darkly coloured orbs scanned the battlefield until he found the Sith Pureblood. It seemed as if they would be entertaining each other for the time being, but the Jedi Knight was certain he'd be entertaining the Sith Master more than he would him. The only advantage that he could hope for was that the Sith Lord wasn't at full strength, as he was since he hadn't encountered anyone who was capable of matching him before he had made it to the Library.

Stall him.

He strode towards the Sith Lord, slowly and was prepared to create a force barrier in front of him if need be, but until then, his right hand snapped upwards and released a force push to the Sith Lord before his steps hurried and he started into a sprint to [member="Darth Arcis"].

 

[Jannik Morlandt]

Location - Teta Museum of Fine Art & Antiquities
Objective - Artefacts, Avalore, and a whale of an Assailant!
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

The kind, calm words of assurance did well enough to quell the sudden spike in his nerves - she was right, he realized. The certainty of... if not their success, then at least their survival in this situation, which was new to him, had been within him the whole time. It had been there when they landed, and before, on the way over. That niggling feeling that, for once, was not composed of foreboding.

The direction the sound of the knight's voice had come from had not been far at all. Nearly just around the corner as it were, as he moved, nearly colliding with Val Kur as he passed with no recognition of the man until one corner was turned and the man was out of sight. This almost made Jannik stop, almost, but he paused only for a second following up from the shout to the sound of rushed footsteps just barely noticeable from the rumblings without that clued him in to turning the next corner, and seeing Knight Eden down the hall. He glanced briefly at Maria, keeping up the same pace he had been - though perhaps a mite faster - to catch up to the woman and her escort. He wouldn't stop to catch his breath, but only catch it up whilst continuing to move.

"Good..." he began, trying to take long, slow breaths, "... good tae catch up with ye, Miss... er, Knight Eden."

He spared a glance for her companion, not knowing their name, and offering a simple, singular tip of his head. Breathe in, breathe out.

"So wha's th'next order o'..."

Then he stopped dead in his tracks, stumbling back a step as his face morphed into a grimace and his eyes squeezed shut. His teeth clenched together, and he shook his head violently, a breath hissing out from between his teeth and lips.

"...No," he uttered. He took a step forward, blind yet sure. Another two at a faster pace, only to seemingly run into a soft, invisible wall and stop once again. His eyes shot open, wild and unfocused, his hands curling into tight fists...

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

...and he blinked, once and fast, his head jerking back, as if in reaction to a hit to the face, or the avoidance of it. Many thoughts raced through his mind then, a clamouring chorus, and he choked down an uprising of fear to hear them.

Familiar...

...so familiar...

...the PAIN...

...UNWANTED...

...where have I felt this before?

OH, YES.​

​

An angry, seething, painful-sounding groan rose from the seer then, tears welling up in his eyes.

"You again," he growled, mouth and mind, his fingers digging hard into his palms as a shuddering breath rushed out of him on the tail of his words. He could feel this other like a second skin, inside and out of him, crawling across him and through like a worming, insectoid festering. It made him feel sick. His hands uncurled, nail-marked palms welling up blood as those hands went to his pain-riddled face, smearing over his eyes and forehead, to find purchase in his hair, fingers curling around the tufts of softly curled stuff, and holding on tight. The world around him mattered little.

"Ah said no," he said in voice both vocal and mental, in a soft, choked sob of pain, anger, and grief. Then the volume rose. "Did ye 'ear me, y'fethin' whore'f th'darkness?!"

Concentration intruded on the unpleasantness in his face. Words gritted out, a furious shaking occupying his head, and hands as they disengaged from his his hair, as he stumbled sideways into a wall.

"AH."

"SAID."​

​

"NO!"​

​

The wall within him, the mind barrier he had worked tirelessly to compose flew up and shoved violently at the intrusion, a defiant expression of his innate strength. Then, seemingly all his physical strength left him as he slid down the wall, unable to do little else but hide his face in his hands and sob. He did not hear or feel the cetacean sith advancing on their location.

 

[Cractius Stretus]

Location : Library
Allies : [member="Darth Arcis"] [member="Lady Exedō"] [member="Hion the Herglic"] all sith forces
Enemies : [member="Jannik Morlandt"] [member="Zaren Bouqi"] [member="Tracyn Ordo"] [member="Kiskla Grayson"]
Objective : defeat all Jedi

Cractius nodded to Lady Exedo and began to give himself power by channeling his emotions . He noticed [member="Zaren Bouqi"] and strode over to him igniting his lightsaber . " Ah , my first Jedi kill " he mused . He jumped into the air and at the last second pounded his fist into the ground , trying to send the Jedi flying . After all he wanted the Jedi defenseless against his onslaught .

 

[Darth Kentarch]

LOCATION: Library exterior, falling onto Kiskla
Enemies: One Sith, [member="Darth Arcis"], [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Cractius Stretus"]
Allies: Jedi/Republic, [member="Kiskla Grayson"], @Darth Kentarch, [member="Jared Ovmar"]
Objective: Classified



His new made Sith enemies seemed more pressed to defeat the Grandmaster, renewing their assault and ignoring Kentarch completely. His eyes fell upon the grandmaster. He back flipped and summoned the force to conceal himself while deactivating his lightsabers. Then he disappeared from plain sight, vanishing completely. Landing several feet away from the battle he touched his comm unit and whispered. "The situation is becoming highly volatile [member="Doctor Agnusdei"]. I need you to act now, and put your plan in motion." He voice supressed enough so no one could here it other than the doctor on the other side of the communicator.


Kentarch watched the grandmaster take a beating from the other Sith. Let it go. He said to Kiskla via the force, speaking into her mind. The pain, the suffering, the hatred, the fury, do not wash them away. Focus and release those emotions on your enemies and you will find the power defeat them. Think of your friends, your order, the ones you have sworn to protect. You fail them now if you fall. As a Sith I can only offer you an absolute. And you and your order can only offer redemption. But now, no matter what you choose in the end, you will find absolution.


Kentarch moved forward, still cloaked in the force. He watched Lady Shinju kick the grandmaster in the helmet as he closed on the cannibal. Completely transfixed on consuming Kiskla, Kentarch moved up behind Lady Shinju and without warning grabbed her and pulled her back from behind, and with other hand he ignited his lightsaber aiming the hilt between her shoulder blades. A red lightsaber made with a lignan crystal, the blade would be powerful enough to cut through her force resistant duster with ease.

 

[Cractius Stretus]

Location : Library
Allies : One sith
Enemies : republic and allies
Objective : beat the jedi




Cractius turned to look at [member="Darth Kentarch"] and brought him forward , trying to pull him directly into the blade of his lightsaber