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Location: Moved just perpendicular to Darth Shara, some feet away. Objective: Force pushing the larger bits of debris away from Darth Shara and Aaralyn Allies: One Sith, DSotF, Darth Shara, Daella Apparine, Enemies: The Republic, LSotF, Aaralyn Rekali, Spencer Jacobs, etc Music: Blumenkanye
It would start as a keening wail in the distance. Growing higher and louder as the seconds would pass. Bloody fingers would twitch, electric energy running down the petite One Sith's body.
An exhale would reveal clouds of breath, just as her head would go snapping up, revealing the bruised visage of Darth Nephthys under the dark fringe of the straight slash of her hair.
Her feet would brace, legs would tighten like pistons and renewed in the strength of the Darkside of the Force by the chaotic destructive energy of the Bogan Goddess, Sokara would react.
Her body would go flying forward, a black and crimson blur once more, caked dried blood over her mouth and under her nose.
In front of her, just to her right, she would see [member="Daella Apparine"] fall to the ground as the large mass of debris would go flying past her prone form.
The Sith would come to a halt parallel to [member="Darth Shara"] on his left, legs bracing for what was to come. Unlike last time she would not get in between to become a shield. She wasn't ready for that quite yet, but she could use the telekinetic energy forged by the Darkside to do what she would attempt next.
Pale bloodied hands would outstretch, fingers like extended claws out towards the debris as she sent intangible tendrils of the Force out. Like an extension of her hands, Sokara would hammer her will upon the Force to summon her power and send the debris flying perpendicular with a powerful Force Push.
While it would only be able to affect the larger pieces, it would at least ensure that Shara did not get knocked back from the heavier masses. Smaller bits of debris were bound to still scatter like flying hail pelting from the skies.
Location: Library Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Lady Exedō"], [member="Darth Vindica"], [member="Darth Banshee"], All One Sith/Allies Foes: [member="Kiskla Grayson"], [member="Darth Kentarch"], [member="Jared Ovmar"], [member="Zaren Bouqi"], All Republic/Allies Objective: The Force shall free me.
The Sith King's little scheme was set in motion the moment the Jedi charged forward. All he had to do was wait, wait for that single movement or mistake that would put the tide of battle into his favor. Darth Arcis was almost filled with delight as this little Jedi Knight didn't learn from earlier's mistakes. Using ranged weapons, especially those being thrown, were quite useless. Just minutes before, Arcis had taken the man's second lightsaber and flung it across the library and thus gave himself even more of an advantage. This time would be no different.
All tactics that he used revolved around the defense. His Force senses picked up the motion of the Jedi's wrist before he sent a pair of knives barreling towards his chest. Good. Arcis was in a small area, so they both would be knocked out of the air along with their thrower. The Sith Lord shoved a red-fleshed palm out towards the incoming blades, with their sender coming in right behind him. It appeared that the Jedi's feet were even spread quite wide. He'd have no balance.
Arcis sent a powerhouse of a Force Push at the Jedi and his incoming blades, throwing a massive amount of his strength into the blast that would sweep away this little opponent. He had to admit, this one had a pleasing amount of courage to take him head on.
LOCATION: Oneness
ALLIES: JEDI/REPUBLIC
ENEMIES: ONE SITH [member="Daichi"]
OBJECTIVE: Bullrush an Emperor
The push that came had her feeling it and responding faster, quicker then normal. Her arms rotating back as she let out a scream and pushed back her body clamping down and throwing the saber with her push to send and try to smack into the siths chest. Her own energy focusing and making a shockwave along the ground to counter it and she ran. The force seeping through her bones and muscles until she was riding her own pushs wake and throwing three shadow strikes with distorted energy. Her other hand going to her chest and the sigil to hold it while keeping it under the vest and protected.
The Sword might fall this day, but it would not break...
She felt the twinge at her neck and almost like a reflex, the Force came forth in the form of a barrier. Her hands shot up, both sabers still activated as she held her palms outwards. There was an invisible wall which kept the dark energies from reaching her throat at first, but her own energy kept draining away. She pressed back as she saw the onslaught of [member="Darth Shara"] incoming and as soon as he impacted the barrier, she let it down. A massive portion of his inertia had been absorbed by the barrier itself, well just enough to prevent his bullrush from killing her outright. She was weakened and that combined with [member="Daella Apparine"]'s grip on her throat, she lost focus. She took the massive nine-hundred something pound beast into her small one-hundred twenty pound frame and cried out one final time as she was slammed hard enough into the wall to shatter several ribs on her left side. The impact was a brutal bone crunching noise that made the most hardened of warriors cringe in sympathy. Aaralyn buckled tightly and gripped into [member="Darth Shara"] in an attempt to stay conscious just for a moment.
Blood spewed from her mouth as she felt the air escape from her lungs, causing her to wheeze and gasp desperately. Her eyes went wide as the snapping of ligaments and bones in her shoulder echoed in her eardrums. She was done, she couldn't take the pain anymore. The overwhelming sensation of agony and pain overcame her and the gripping darkness held her for a moment before it began consuming her. She gasped for air as she stared out into the distance, unable to really focus on anything but the little stars that swam through her vision. The edges of darkness slowly crept inwards, her grip falling limp against his form. Her body started to fall limp as well before she too became deadweight against him. The world around her went from bright to dark within a split-second, unconsciousness taking her into another place. She would never know what it was like to fall like a sack of bricks against the ground in such a state, seven feet or so to the ground in a pile of limbs. The sound of her body impacting the ground was a hard thud.
A Jedi beaten into submission by insurmountable odds.
LOCATION: In the mind of Aaralyn Rekali. OBJECTIVE: ????? ALLIES: ?????
ENEMIES: ?????? MUSIC:
http://youtu.be/mJdATT0gYtY
Aaralyn floated somewhere deep within the recesses of her mind. She looked down at her exposed hand, the glowing effect it had caused her to grimace slightly. She had lost the battle, that was the only way he could be here right now. She was alive, somehow, but she wasn't able to really control herself as she should have been able to. There was a voice in the bright void of her mind or wherever she was that called to her, a female voice that made her turn and look to a bright light that concealed the features of the woman.
"Who are you?"
"Where did you come from?"
"What am I doing here?"
"Am I dead?"
How quaint and typical. A mysterious figure in her mind that made her heart flutter and her mind race with a thousand questions that echoed as she conjured each one up. Aaralyn took a look around as each question echoed around her, her eyebrow raising with the sound of her own voice pinging against the walls. There was no response from the woman at first, only movement. The elder woman took a few small steps forward and moved to the side, carefully avoiding Aaralyn's direct gaze before she spoke. Her hands would come infront of her, clasping together underneath the folds of the white robes she wore. "I believe we both know the answers to those questions my child."
LOCATION: Oneness
ALLIES: One Sith
ENEMIES: Republic [member="Saki"]
OBJECTIVE: Learn
Daichi frowned at the ineffectiveness of his assaults. This child was far too strong, that much was sure. With a wave of his hand however he knocked the saber harmlessly away, followed by the next three distorted strikes. Such was the way of Tutaminus, a skill he had mastered some time ago. Rather then continue backwards as one would expect he decided to change things around. He leapt forward, bringing his fists around for her form at blinding speed. No, he knew how to use melee, he knew how to fight in close, but he liked to bluff.
Like right now. With her hand trying to protect the sigil he would unleash lighting fast strikes, each sparking with lightning blasts. He was relentless, his form just a blur as he struck out again and again. They seemed random, but every other strike he would pull n the Sigil, trying to tear it clear away from her through the force. That was the only thing protecting her at this point.
Once [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]’s consciousness faded, Daella released her grip. Her left arm relaxed. Without much of a rush, Daella pushed off the ground to get back on her feet. Dirt now covered the front and back of her dark brown tunic.
A Sith Acolyte near [member="Darth Nephthys"] excitedly exclaimed, “Finish her!”
The male Acolyte, crimson Devorian, tightly gripped his red lightsaber. He bore a wide, devilish grin. Despite being hard to see against his skin, he had some streaks of blood running down his face. His muscles were very tense. It was as if he had been in a very intense battle just before witnessing Aaralyn falling.
With her left palm flat and facing the ground, Daella slowly motioned it outward as she looked to the Acolyte.
“No,” she said as her eyes faded to a cold blue.
Instantly, the Devorian’s smile faded to a blank, confused gaze. He relaxed his stance.
Pointing at the Acolyte, Daella commanded him, “Take her to be detained as our prisoner.”
Glancing at Aaralyn just once, the Devorian grumbled and began to move to her unconscious body.
Before the Acolyte could reach Aaralyn, Daella calmly told the Acolyte, “And should I find that she is dead or missing, I won’t just kill you - you would be begging for death.”
At the sound of that, the Acolyte twitched. His face grew a little pale. Then, he moved toward Aaralyn and [member="Darth Shara"] in order to attempt to take the Jedi Master to the detainment camps.
Turning to Shara, Daella told the monster, “A captured Jedi Master should yield some value.”
Then, Daella looked out to the distance. She spotted [member="Spencer Jacobs"]. The wind began to pick up on the battlefield. Her hair obscured half of Daella’s face. The battle continued around them and there were still Jedi to defeat.
“Shara…” she simply said before her comrade could move on, as if asking for his intentions of where to go.
Teta Museum of Fine Art & Antiquities
ITS A WHAAAAAAAAAAAAALE GTFO
[member="Turin Val Kur"] [member="Jannik Morlandt"] [member="Maria Natalja"] @Darth Orocus
"Jannik! ...Maria!" Avalore puffed, white-faced as she and Turik rounded a corner. They all seemed to have found one another right where they'd planned to: at the center atrium of the museum. It was a grand, open area where the four halls met with a lovely bubbling fountain centerpiece. The Healer idly glanced towards it on her way past, pondering the presence of exotic fish like what the brochure said.
Turik's insistance to continue moving in a hurried direction away from the sounds of battle didn't afford her a very good look, however.
Hands on her knees, Avalore looked at her two Jedi team mates with exasperation, "You guys arrived just in time to get the feth out of here. C'mon, we need to help the Curator and Director finish up out back. The evac ships are at the south hall-"
Beneaththeshadowofthedarkened spire, there is no light, no mercy,onlyvoid,andthechaoswithin.
Youresist.Youclingtoyour life as if it actuallymatters.Youwilllearn.
Thevoidsucksatyour soul. It is contenttofeastslowly.
Thegiantrookwatchesfrom the deadtrees.Nothing breathesbeneathHisshadow.
The words, echoing through her mind like a broken, distant remnant of a dream too hazey to recall. Avalore froze on the spot, blood boiling with the painful reminder of fear. Yes, she was afraid. She was terrified.
Ba-boomba-boomba-boomba-boomba-BOOM
"Miss Avalore," she felt the hand of Turik the Icarii tighten around her arm.
BA-BOOMBA-BOOM BA-BOOM
"MISS AVALORE!"
"STOP!" she screamed, hands in her hair, pounding in her head. It sounded like her heart was going to explode.
BA-BOOM BA-BOOM
"There is no time!" Turik hissed, his eyes wildly lancing off towards the sound of @Darth Orocus on the approach, "we must go now!" She felt the heat of her body guard's hand strike the side of her face. When she opened her eyes she was on her knees, face streaked with tears she couldn't remember shedding. Avalore winced at the pain, lifting a hand to touch at her swelling cheek, eyes rising to meet the scowling face of Turik.
"I am sorry," he hissed, leaning down to take hold of her by the shoulders, "but now is not the time for fear. Now is the time to live." The Icarii hoisted her bodily back to her feet and when she felt them plant on the ground she suddenly remembered her courage - or what shreds of it she had. Avalore sniffed and took a deep breath, looking back to Maria and -
"Jannik!" wiping at her face again she moved to the man who had crumpled helplessly against the wall. She reached with shaking hands to the man's head, trying to draw his attention but to no avail. He was too far gone, mentally, to pull himself together. Avalore gave a grimacing frown, looking around for something to do. She couldn't ...heal him could she? He wasn't injured ... or was he? She didn't know, there was just too much at work here that was so far over her own head. "Turik I need your help! What do I do?!"
BA-BOOMBA-BOOMBA-BOOM
"Stand aside," Turik moved in and pushed past her smaller form and with his broad arms reached down to ensnare Jannik. With a grunt the Icarii lifted the man to his feet and slung an arm over his shoulders, supporting his weight nearly in full.
"Maria! Maria-" back on her own feet, Avalore reached for the other woman, hand thrusting towards one of her own to which she would take it in a firm grasp and level the woman with a frightful but resolute stare, "let's get the feth out of here. All of us."
"Not that way-" Turik said over a grunt, shifting to adjust Jannik's arm over his shoulders.
"But this is the way to the-"
BA-BOOM BA-BOOM
WHALE.
Avalore stalled, the white of her eyes flashing at the vision of the massive Sith beast rounding the corner at the far end of the hall. Lower lip stammering, she began to walk backwards, tugging at Maria to follow, "...other way, the other way!"
The unconscious form of Aaralyn Rekali was dragged off the battlefield, to parts unknown. Her lightsabers rolled back and forth much like other sabers of fallen Jedi. There was nothing she could do physically or mentally in the state she was in and it would seem her own Padawans were out of range or engaged. One could only hope that somehow, someone sensed her presence fading and took note. Perhaps they would, only time would tell. For now, Aaralyn's beaten and bloodied form was taken away by the Devorian Acolyte.
Location: Meditation Chamber
Objective: Collect the energy she'd gathered and redirect it.
Allies: Sith
Enemies: Republic and Jedi
In her mind, the Eye of the Dark Lord would give a throaty cackle at the resonances she felt through the Force from those more sensitive to her. Yessssss...
Good.
Youcannotsucceed.Yourcauseishopeless.
Some would fight her and succeed; but at a price. Like muted reflections upon her scrying bowl, she could feel @Jannik Mortland and the other Oracle fight her; challenge her. How quaint.
Youralliesthinkyouareweak.
None the less, she fed off their fear, their anger, their rage, letting it pool within her body before she would once again guide it off into the ether.
Yourallieswillleaveyoubehind.
In her mind's eye, she refocused her attention to [member="Darth Shara"]. Yesss.... Her voice would pour over him, edged with the power of the Dark Lord as she did his bidding. She was his vessel, an extension of his will. In the next instant, that power would go crashing in to him, twisted energy that would painfully bind split flesh and torn sinew. All the while, she could hear the Dark Lord's words flow from her delicate throat.
Location: Where I was last
Objective: Help the NPC Devonarian to exit stage left and leave zee thread with [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]
Allies: Sith
Enemies: Jedi and Republic
The Acolyte would not leave on his own. Bloodied and weary from her fight, Darth Nephthys was well aware of the importance of [member="Daella Apparine"]'s order. With Darth Shara granted the blessing of the Dark Lord, her attention would be elsewhere. Mainly, ensuring the secure imprisonment of [member="Aaralyn Rekali"].
The Vahla Darth would move alongside the Devoronian, and haste was of the utmost paramount. They would move deeper into the Senate building, from there they would intend to secure the Jedi Master before moving her elsewhere if left undisturbed.
Unless called by the Eye of the Dark Lord to summon the woman to her.
Location - Teta Museum of Fine Art & Antiquities Objective - ITS A WHAAAAAAAAAAAAALE GTFO Team - Gamma Allies - [member="Avalore Eden"], [member="Turin Val Kur"], [member="Maria Natalja"] @All Republic Forces Enemies - [member="Hion the Herglic"], @All One Sith Forces
'Too far gone' was mostly apt. 'Highly overwhelmed' and 'shocked' may have been slightly closer to the mark. Though this occurrence was not so harrowing as the vivid imagery of the visions on the day of the fall of Coruscant, the distinct feel of it dredged up the memory of that day, and the things he had seen. Despite knowing that Kira Liadain lived, having seen so with his own eyes, holding her hand in his - how small it had seemed! - the scene in his mind of her body broken still cut into him. It was not until he felt the 'touch' of [member="Darth Isolda"] once again that he realised precise shape and depth of the particular emotions he did not know he still harboured for all that had occurred. It was not this vessel of the darkness he feared - no, it was these things within himself.
Thus, when the knight came to him, the sounds of her movement and words seemed muffled, and if she touched him, he would not have had the presence of mind to notice, his body feeling numb even as the Icarii man came to retrieve him, haul him to his feet, and move him onward with the rest. His free arm hung limply, and his feet moved out of some base-level conscious act of... being led. His face wore very plainly the conflict within his mind, still-strong grief versus the steadily growing sapling of resolve, from the seed planted and cultivated by the guidance of his masters. The overwhelming want to give up, against the mounting determination to not give in to his doubts and fears.
What...
...what kind of Jedi would ah be...
...if ah let this stop me?
It was this thing, this his mind knew.
How does it prove me worth, a'tall?
It doesn't. That he knew. Bit by bit as they attempted to effect their escape, his awareness made to claw to the surface, determined to float above the sea of all the trappings of who he was and into the sky of who he would be. Who he would be - to leave this crossroads, and for once and for all, wholly commit to this path of the Jedi. All they were, and all they would be.
He would deal with the matter of that vessel of the darkness, in time.
We will meet, one of these days... mark me words.
And reality rushed him, like a punch to the gut - almost real, for the hacking cough it pulled out of him as the group moved, the world still a blur to his tear-stained eyes.
If I miss anything, please PM me and I will adjust accordingly. I r sleepy and confused, ha.
LOCATION: Outside of the Great Library OBJECTIVE: What is going on, react react react! ALLIES: TLSoTF | [member="Jared Ovmar"] | [member="Zaren Bouqi"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"] ENEMIES: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Arcis"] | @Lady Exedō
The torrent of lightning seemed to rage on forever, even though she was absorbing what energy of it she could. Through the pain and suffering that she felt not only from herself, but also from those she had come with, was a voice that had infiltrated her mind before -- though then they had used a pseudonym. The reassurance assisted in her vigorous attempt to suck whatever ounce of benefit from this torturous torrent she could. Suddenly, she felt it evaporate into nothingness.
No moment's reprieve benefited her, however. There was now a physical attack, one from the heel of Shinju slamming into the neck of her armour. The Jedi's head snapped back and she arched purposefully, now feeling the strangulation of her legs slither away. The cannibal had succeeded in denting the metal of her throat plating however, cutting into the flesh of her neck but not removing her helmet. The helmet was the whole point, after all. It had been four against one, but assistance had revealed itself from seemingly nowhere. Encouragement pushed away the negative emotions from the Jedi soldiers peppered about the capital city, and Kiskla drew on it like a sponge. Within her core, a brilliant culmination began to develop and blossom and she quickly took what opportunity she could to right herself to stand.
There was tumult within her that needed to be suppressed immediately. Like a jack-in-the-box, she suffocated the negativity and continued to feel the build-up of a tingling sensation. Vornskr had refuted his attack in the past, but she doubted all of those drawing on the dark side in the immediate vicinity could be able to keep her brilliance dulled.
Without warning, the woman's armour began to glow -- well, actually only the area beneath her ribs where some of her skin had been exposed. A radiant outpour of Force Light spilled from her centre, wild and intense. Those that fought for her would be unaffected, but those that surrounded her and were manipulating the dark side of the force would most certainly feel the burning sensation of their attachment to the darkness becoming constricted.
It was at the climax of those powerful display that she felt the beckon of The Sword, [member="Aaralyn Rekali"].
The feeling of the jedi under her heel and then the jerking of her up had Shinju gasp. A look of surprise on her face while she focused on the force and she focused. Her left hand going up as she moved and felt the bite. Her body jerking to bring the blade through her shoulder and into her collarbone as she screamed and saw the blade, her hand shimmering as she brought it up to the wound and felt it. She was in pain but Dranok and her apprentices had stabbed her before, they had shot her with more lightning and energy so she had worked to prevent that and as she did against the apprentice's strike. Her hand was pressing now as she poured and paused briefly letting the energy flow into her body.
She screamed more twisting away from his grip, the others attacking would help as Shinju felt the blade in her shoulder bit deeply and what energy she had went to the muscles while sneering. She pushed open her own hunger and ate at whatever she could find in the force while gripping the saber in her hand and letting its scream flow into her body again while she ate at it to keep her body going. The jedi was up and glowing as she didn't feel her anymore, consuming the essence had been cut off with her glowing under the armor and it shown through a hole. Her mind raced while she watched in coming and felt heat going across her skin, Shinju turned and moved seeing one of the blackblades that Kaine had brought. Her hands grasping him as her went between her and the bright light.
"Ahhhhhh" Shinju screamed and shielded herself reaching deeper until she was holding her mouth to the blackblades throat and drinking in, his warmth his energy his essence for herself. She could feel her hands burning and everything tasted like ash but she kept drinking and pulling. Wanting it all until slowly his skin under the armor started cracking, shattering with a crumpling of armor. She looked at the jedi and the ones who were around as she reached out again and felt for anything and everything to consume. The heat from the blackblade she was putting throughout her body to heal and patch herself up before sneering with her own insanity boiling over. There wasn't a need for the darkside as her teeth ground and starring at the damage to the armors neck Shinju readied herself.
Her apprentice sending what he did, lovely Marcus with his hatred of her warmed her soul while the others would be recovering. Making some attacks radial were weaker and focusing it through an open section minimizes more. Like poison slowly leaking out and she expected Dranok and Kaine would have ways to counter such a danger. The apprentice would have to handle himself while she sucked at another blackblade, killing their own men was dangerous but their warmth, their heat could be converted into energy into something to bludgeon reality and patch herself together long enough to fight. It made the burning and glow behind her eyes disappear to her own agitation. Now it was just the jedi and her little friends.
She didn't want to face another burst of light but glowing wasn't something every jedi did otherwise she might have been in trouble before, it had to be a more focused power and that meant time, that meant energy was expanded and she moved. Let Kaine and the others handle the problem, she'd gotten her own target and was now transfixed, Kentarch stabbing her only drove her over that edge from mad cannibal to a point beyond madness and Kiskla was a lovely happy meal as she charged keeping the saber clenched white knuckled the saber. A snarl letting saliva drip from her mouth while running and a sharp hiss issued from her throat before her attack came.
Less grace, more raw fury and like a golf swing from feet to head, Shinju went to try and chop the grandmasters legs off before a shoulder tackle to bring her back on the ground. Weariness from attacks and she was being used to feed Shinju slowly, keep the cannibal refreshed with the others feeding her. That was her true talents, just taking and converting, feeding and enjoying the delicious taste of everything around her until it was tired. Now she wanted to make the game one for the ground as her thoughts went from simple eating to every depraved act she could commit on the woman while keeping her alive and in vivid detail. She focused on sending it and all the memories she had done with her toys. She wanted to grab her while red energy tried to crackle along her hand and between the fingertips sparking but not catching enough yet.
With a lightsaber in his left hand and a blaster pistol in his right, the angry Mon Cal quickly paced through the city, making his way to the library and slaying any invading soldier in his way. The capture of his apprentice, injury of [member="Darth Banshee"] and his first defeat in combat severely damaged his pride and honor. The invasion wasn't supposed to go like this. If only he could use his intense anger and hatred to fuel his power with the Dark Side! He'd even use his limited knowledge of the Light Side to draw power from the Force if he could! Unfortunately, the gas from the Force breaking grenade had yet to wear off. As a result, the young amphibian could barely deflect anything, earning himself several hits of blaster bolts. On the bright side, the armor he wore absorbed most of it, the only effect was the impact knocking him back and making him feel as if being punched. Sadly, the lack of power prohibited Veles from effectively helping the poor civilians. He hated himself for this moment of weakness, knowing the innocents kept dying as the invasion continued and he simply did not have the strength to end it as quickly as possible. He had failed in his duty as a protector, his continued fighting against superior opponents would be his punishment.
Frowning upon arriving to the entrance, he sighed and mentally prepared himself for whatever lied within. One last deep breath and he rushed inside, finding several of his brothers battling the enemy forces. What immediately caught his eyes was one particular enemy; the Jedi Grandmaster. Not only she was known all over the galaxy from propaganda; she also used some sort of power similar to Veles' Force flash. Veles wished to end the evil witch once and for all, as it meant bringing the galaxy one step closer to eternal peace, but it seemed an unknown Sith with bloodied mouth wanted to take a bite from the powerful Jedi. Was she a cannibal? The first thing that crossed Veles' mind was that the Sith should stop taking in such imbeciles, those weaklings gave the whole order bad name. Hissing in disgust, he swiveled his large amber eyes in search for another opponent. It did not take long to discover an old friend, the Jedi he had met on Dac, attacking another Sith. Raising his webbed hand and taking aim, the Knight pressed the trigger and unleashed a few blaster bolts towards [member="Zaren Bouqi"]. He did not really care if it hit the armor or not, as he had no illusion about doing any real damage; the thing was to distract him by either forcing him to deflect the bolts, giving his ally time to strike, or cause the man to stumble due to the impact from the bolts.
Location: Outside of the Great Library
Objective: Hold the Line
Allies: [member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Zaren Bouqi"] [member="Darth Kentarch"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Arcis"], [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Lady Exedō"], [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Darth Banshee"]
Music:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d2hRTLdvdnk
Heavy blaster fire rained out from the side, peppering the One Sith forces in a spray of enfilading fire. Popo emerged, guns a-blazing, from a side alley. Lost no longer, the Supreme Chancellor had found himself in the prime place to aid in the fight. As he himself laid down fire, dozens of Republic soldiers took up positions in the buildings behind him. A wall of suppressing fire flew at the Sith, not in the hopes of killing or wounding the darksiders, but to give the Republic an edge. That momentary surprise. That brief moment of respite. That chance they truly needed.
As the Republic forces gave everything they got against the Sith in the hopes of that moment, Popo charged. His goal? To aid the allies on the ground. His purpose? To ultimately take Teta from the One Sith and break the back of the Dark Side lackeys. His means? Everything he could do, and most of the things he couldn't.
Location: Courtyard, moving to Senate building
Objective: Disengage from [member="Darth Odium"], rescue [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]
Allies: [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Odium"], [member="Darth Nephthys"]
Music:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGcIkqPTHo0
Shaw lumbered forward to meet [member="Darth Odium"]'s charge, his shield locked to the fore and his blade trailing behind, reading to cleave and rend the Sith. As he did so, he felt a disturbance in the Force.
Fading, dwindling, distress, weakening. The presence felt familiar to the Jedi. Almost as if he knew it.
Master Rekali.
With a shift of his torso and a twinge in his hip, Shaw waited until the last moment before impact... and darted as best he could to the right. He aimed for the Senate building where he could feel the flickering light that was his Master.
As he ran, he channeled the Force as best he could into his body. Muscles became stronger and moved with greater purpose. Tendons sang with power, quickening reactions. Bones became like iron, absorbing the impact of a big man in heavy armor running at full speed with the Force. As he did this, he keyed his external commlink to the maximum volume.
Toxarien roared in anger, letting his anger, hate, fear, pain, and passion fuel him and directing him to the place of his enemies. He rushed down the road, rancor's tooth hilted lightsaber ignited, cutting down any and all enemy soldiers in his path. He didn't even stop when a Republic trooper shot him in the arm, he just shrugged off the pain and blasted the trooper with a burst of telekinetic energy. He charged all the way into the library, not even hesitating as he crashed trough the door. The scene that he entered to find was one of complete chaos. It was so chaotic that it actually made him hesitate when he passed through the door. There were Sith and Jedi everywhere, fighting each other intensely. He focused on a Mon Cal Sith who seemed to be taking pot shots at a Jedi, and decided that that was where he woud start.
He leapt forward at the Jedi, propelling himself with the force. He roared as he flew through the air, and landed with a crash. He began slashing viciously with powerful blows, made even stronger by the power of the dark side. He knew he probably couldn't defeat anyone here, but he would try. He called on the great furnace within himself to destroy his enemy, his body temperature literally rising as he overheated the great stores of firey hate within his heart.
Location - Teta Museum of Fine Art & Antiquities Objective - ITS A WHAAAAAAAAAAAAALE GTFO Team - Gamma Allies - [member="Avalore Eden"], [member="Turin Val Kur"], [member="Jannik Morlandt"] [@All Republic Forces] Enemies - [member="Hion the Herglic"] [@All One Sith Forces]
Maria was getting really scared. These two - Jannik and Avalore - had most likely been possessed and Maria did not know what to do. It was frightening to watch all of that, all of their suffering, but that was everything she managed to do. Repeating to herself that these two will be OK, she walked around the place. That was until Avalore, who happened to be the only other woman nearby, took her hand they started getting out of the place. She hadn't managed to take anything with her. It was a bit sad, but... Survival was more important than any of these artefacts which could have been found from the museum.
And only then did she actually understand the person who had come to stop them was a whale. She hadn't seen him before, only heard. So that's why he could have been such a strange creature.
Goodness, it was about to become a strange battle. If it wasn't one already.
The woman's breathing was really fast, her heartbeat even faster. She was trying to think that maybe they should fight against who is trying to stop them, maybe even against the person who had possessed or manipulated them. Maybe if they had held arms before, they would have managed to stop that. Maria had felt nothing, after all. Even though she was a Padawan and wouldn't have managed to get into the fellow Jedi's minds, she knew she could have managed to help them.
Locations (The Six Doppleganger Droids/Agnusdei): Iron Citadel, Great Library of Cinnagar, Alderaan Museum of Fine Arts, Monument to Lost Navigators, Cinnagar Space Traffic Control Tower, Cinnagar Residential District, Hyperspace Navigator's Guildhouse
Objectives: Finish the task assigned.
Allies: [member="Darth Shara"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Darth Praelior"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Erin Darkstar"] [member="Lady Exedō"] [member="Disciple"] [member="Darth Vindica"] [member="Darth Naomi"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Azalus"] [member="Darth Helios"] [member="Albrecht Tagge"] [member="Kasamann"] [member="Daella Apparine"]
Enemies: [member="Sai Fel"] [member="Saki"] [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Cree Oyaya"] [member="Skosk Fett"] [member="Tracyn Ordo"] [member="Eyrecae Alzari"] [member="Maria Natalja"] [member="Hasjo Hallu"] [member="Rasu Gan"] [member="Lok Jorunn"] [member="Turin Val Kur"] [member="Marcello Matteo"] [member="Talon Vosra"] [member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Michael Sardun"] @Ki'an Karr
Iron Citadel
The inhuman creature turned and disappeared into the Citadel, scaling stairs and steps, trekking down corridors and through rooms, until he reached the very top of the citadel. There, it went to work. Like the other areas, explosives and sliver lined duraplast canisters lay at hand.
Carefully and calmly, it began to rig the explosives around the container, making sure to wire the two together. Within time, the device would be ready. All it needed now was a little... structure.
Great Library of Cinnagar
Yet another tall, black-clad and sinister creature worked vigilantly atop the highest point of the Great Library. Explosives were wired and rigged together. Silver lined duraplast canisters worked into the device. The creature worked tirelessly. The very aura of the thing spoke volumes of calm, collected, dedicated work at hand.
Carefully, the creature began rigging the final stages of the explosive device. Soon, very soon, the tides would change.
Alderaan Museum of Fine Arts
Amid the priceless artifacts and masterwork sculptures of the museum, the darkened figure of an inhuman thing could be seen hard at work. It rigged wires and primers to a large amount of explosives nestled around a duraplast container. It seemed unphased by the fighting nearby and undaunted by the war raging around. It simply ignored such things and, instead, focused on the task at hand.
Another wire was connected by the creature and it began finishing its task rapidly. It wouldn't be very long until things took a turn for a very... distinct chain of events...
Monument to the Lost Navigators
At the feet of the great monument lay another pile of equipment. More explosives and yet another silver lined, duraplast canister sat before a black clad figure. It, like the others throughout the city, was hard at work putting the final touches upon the device before it. Wires led to and from the explosives as they sat around the canister itself. The final primers and blasting caps were all that was needed to finish the task at hand. With calm hands and apparent ignorance of the war raging across the city, it continued the work before it with diligence and careful dedication.
It was only a matter of time. Things were about to happen in a very... big way...
Cinnagar Space Traffic Control Tower
Atop the highest floor of the tower, another figure could be seen. The windows of the control tower had long been blown out from the fighting and bodies lay here and there, in various states of wholeness. The black clad figure within seemed nonplussed by the carnage it stood within. Instead, it simply worked upon yet more explosives and yet another canister. Primers and wires and detonators were connected to explosives and bombs and the canister itself. The final stages only required the final touches until it was ready.
There was very little that could be done now...
Cinnagar Residential District
Deep within houses and homes yet another black clad figure could be seen, hard at work on yet another device. Atop a tall house in the center of the district, the beak-masked thing connected yet more wires and primers to the explosives before it. Another duraplast canister lay nestled in the bombs and the final touches were at hand. It would only take the last of the wiring and the device would be ready for use. Calm hands and an unruffled aura told of the thing's dedication to its work as it worked on the explosives further.
Not long now...
Hyperspace Navigator's Guildhouse
The last of the creatures stood atop the highest room of the top floor of the Guildhouse. Yet more bombs and yet another canister sat on the floor before the thing. Yet more wiring was connected and yet more primers set. Diligence and dedication and precision went into the wiring and the rigging. Calm hands with steel nerves set the connectors and placed the detonators where they were needed. It only needed the final touches of the last of the rigging and the device would be complete.
As the creature began the last of its work, it's hand brushed by a small, glossy etching in the side of the canister. It read...
Locations (The Six Doppleganger Droids/Agnusdei): Iron Citadel, Great Library of Cinnagar, Alderaan Museum of Fine Arts, Monument to Lost Navigators, Cinnagar Space Traffic Control Tower, Cinnagar Residential District, Hyperspace Navigator's Guildhouse
Objectives: Finish the task assigned.
Allies: [member="Darth Kentarch"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Shara"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Darth Praelior"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Erin Darkstar"] [member="Lady Exedō"] [member="Disciple"] [member="Darth Vindica"] [member="Darth Naomi"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Azalus"] [member="Darth Helios"] [member="Albrecht Tagge"] [member="Kasamann"] [member="Daella Apparine"] [member="Sai Fel"] [member="Saki"] [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Cree Oyaya"] [member="Skosk Fett"] [member="Tracyn Ordo"] [member="Eyrecae Alzari"] [member="Maria Natalja"] [member="Hasjo Hallu"] [member="Rasu Gan"] [member="Lok Jorunn"] @Turin @Val Kur [member="Marcello Matteo"] [member="Talon Vosra"] [member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Michael Sardun"] @Ki'an Karr
Iron Citadel
The creature finished the task before it and stepped to the side of the tower room. As it neared the window and the small box beneath it, the sinister thing activated its commlink.
"[member="Darth Kentarch"]..." came the rasping whisper, a response to the Sith's earlier message. "It... is time... Meet with me... At the top of the Library... We must... Depart..."
At this, the creature stooped and opened the small box at his feet. It removed a few papers, a pair of datachips, and a small, long, black box. Once done, it tucked them all into a small satchel and sealed the bag. Standing straight once more, the bird-like thing made his way down the tower to the landing pad at its base.
The plan was simple: descend the tower, board the shuttle at the landing pad, and leave with the small number of things stolen from the One Sith. Namely, a small amount of intelligence, both on paper and in datachips, and [member="Darth Shara"]'s toothbrush. Why a toothbrush? Agnusdei would never say.
The Great Library of Cinnagar
The last fuses set, the last detonators rigged, and the creature straightened once more. Satisfied with its work, it stood back to admire the device in all of its glory. After a few moments, the thing made the rounds of the room. It opened windows and doors, turned on the ventilation, and generally did whatever it could to make sure that, when the bomb went off, the chemicals inside would go as far and as wide as possible.
Once the last window was opened and the last vent activated, the thing stepped over to a moderately sized box. Opening the container, it peered in at the contents inside. Stacks of books and small baubles filled the box, filling the thing to the brim with what appeared to be useless things. The contents were, however, far from useless. Each was a worth a small fortune, to the right buyer. Books dating back hundreds of years, rare collectibles that obscure individuals would spend thousands upon. It had even found an obscure series of texts detailing Force powers as well as a rare text on the Aing-Ti monks. With the bits and baubles of artifacts it'd collected from within the library, including a small, ancient holoportrait of Empress Teta herself, it could easily rebuild its lab elsewhere and without disturbance.
Satisfied at the work completed, the creature closed the box at its feet and lifted the thing, seemingly effortlessly. With a precise turn on its heel, Agnusdei headed towards the stairs. The roof was the target, and from there, escape.
Alderaan Museum of Fine Arts
The last of the work finished, the carrion bird thing started a new task. It, too, made certain that the chemicals would go as far and as wide as possible. It, too, opened vents and windows and doors for this purpose. Satisfied at the job it had done, it made its way to one of the lower floors. It could hear the sounds of fighting outside, but was secure in its knowledge that it was, in fact, at the rear of the building.
Soon, it reached its destination. The loading bay was empty save for a few things. A hovertruck stood in the middle of the bay. Around it stood boxes and bundles. Inside each were priceless artifacts, works of art, and invaluable sculptures and busts. Each was ancient. Each was venerable. Each would fetch a high price at market.
The thing approached the truck and began loading the boxes and bundles into the enclosed bed of the hovertruck.
Monument to the Lost Navigators
The last of its task complete, the carrion-thing stepped aside and checked over its work. Satisfied all had been wired correctly, it picked up the only thing nearby that it wished to save: The plaque from the monument itself. Was it valuable? Was it worth something? Agnusdei knew not. At best, it could fund his lab. At worst, it was a valued trophy. It mattered little. The task at hand was done.
Agnusdei began to calmly walk away from the bomb it had made. Death was coming on misted wings.
Cinnagar Space Traffic Control Tower
Amidst the carnage of the tower, another sinister form stood. It, too, had finished the wiring and arming of the device before it. Now, it stood calmly and quietly before the data lecterns it had commandeered.
Streams of data and binary scrolled across the screens, casting the thing's mask in an eerie glow. It had begun downloading the flight records from within the control tower's database. Republic codes, One Sith codes, and multitudes of civilian and commercial transponder data funneled into Agnusdei's datacore. Soon, he'd have the information he needed and, from there, it would be time to leave.
Cinnagar Residential District
Another bomb finished, another satisfied creature. It inspected the work once more before stepping aside. It collected what little gear it had brought with it and made its way from the site.
It made its way to the streets and began to calmly walk along the roads. It knew that thousands - No! Tens of thousands if not far more - hid in the district. Taking refuge in cellars and inner rooms. Some risked peering from windows, braver ones gazed from their roofs, all feared what could happen with the fighting raging on.
They didn't know that the fighting mattered little. They were all already dead. They just didn't know it yet.
Hyperspace Navigator's Guildhouse
The last of the figures was seen in the Guildhouse, staring at its work. The bomb was done, the windows and vents were open. The chemicals would spread to the maximum, much like the other locations.
It stepped to a nearby table and began taking the datacores and holodisks there, placing them in a satchel. It had taken the time to raid the navigation routes held within the Guildhouse's databanks and had converted them to disc form. Once done, it had begun making the bomb it was tasked with.
The data now in the bag, as it were, the thing made its way to the roof and the landing pad there. It was time to leave this city, this planet.
Death was coming, a city would perish, a population's fate had been sealed.
Of course the Force push hit him and his knives, he was facing a Sith Lord after all, and once it had taken him he used the momentum to the best of his momentum to roll away from attacks that [member="Darth Veles"] felt necessary to fire at him. He felt the danger sense tingling, and he rose to his feet when his roll ended and stared at the crimson Sith Lord. He felt a single blaster bolt hit his armour, but it was phrik, and it was thick, and he paid it no heed. All he knew was that the attack was coming from a flank, and he frowned [member="Darth Arcis"].
Was this Sith who seemed so intent on destroying a single Jedi Knight, call for aid? Hopefully not, or else Zaren would have been disappointed, but whatever the reason the unknown adversary had begun shooting at him, the Protector of Tython strode forwards again, this time walking, feeling that he had all the time in the Galaxy with his armour protecting him from blaster bolts, and the Sith Lord to the front of him.
It was clear the Pureblood's power was focused in the Force at this point, mostly because he kept on using it, at least that's what he thought. And although there were no Jedi that he could particularly think of at the moment who were powerful Force users and had amazing tricks up their sleeves, he knew that Sith Sorcerors had arsenals of Sith Magic and mental attacks to utilize upon the unsuspecting and Jedi in the midst of combat, so he took a single moment to steel himself mentally before he rose to the bait of his opponent.
"I would have thought you could handle me yourself." He replied, of course speaking about Darth Veles. "I think it's time for you to attack me, rather than hiding in your corner." By the time the words exited his mouth, he knew that it was a mistake in challenging the Sith, but it didn't matter anymore.
Zaren Bouqi never second guessed himself, that's how you got yourself killed.
