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

[Darth Armyss]

Location: Somewhere away from the main brawl
Opponent: Sai Fel

Albrecht was far from surprised at the parry, and truth be told he wasn't even really trying at this point, as he was merely analyzing Sai's fighting style, and immediately recognized it as a form utilized by his own Master. The reverse grip indicated proficency in Form V, which had two variations, the more aggressive Shien, and the more defensive Djem So, both of which relied more on raw power rather than on precision and mobility, something that the acolyte knew he could take full advantage of, thanks to the agile footwork characteristic of his own style that while unfamiliar to most Jedi drew the inspiration for that aspect from Makashi, which, like Djem So, relied on deft parrying and ripostes, though not quite in the same way. He would have to rely on the mobility this gave him to outmaneuver and avoid getting into blade locks with his foe if there was going to be any chance of victory.

As his blade impacted against hers in a shower of sparks, he noticed the sudden adjustment of her sword hand, allowing the blade to travel down his own and up towards his hand and face. He quickly stepped back to avoid it, just barely avoiding a potentially lethal injury, but leaving an obvious scorch mark upon the left side of his face as the very tip of the lightsaber just barely grazed it. Searing pain surged through him, amplifying the Dark Side within him as he utilized force push to increase the distance between them, thus giving him more room to maneuver. Again, his gaze locked with hers as he waited for her next attempt at an attack, the distance he had gained ensuring that he would have ample time to reposition himself if she tried to go on the offense.

 

[Sai Fel]

LOCATION: JEDI TEAM
ALLIES: REPUBLIC/JEDI
ENEMIES: ONE SITH/[member="Albrecht Tagge"]
gear

As the sith moved off with a force push Sai Fel went backwards, her feet seeking to become rooted to the ground as she held the saber and focused. He was moving now, letting her hand go down to the blaster she had on her hip. The blade was held in a reverse grip and in her hand the heavy blaster. Interlocking her wrists so the blade came over the bottom of the barrel for defense and she moved, without the sith near her she had more of a chance to go at it and blew a bang out from her face. Firing the heavy blaster and not aiming for several locations, she wasn't a droid it wasn't aim for the chest. Running and firing might make her less accurate but she would be able to avoid getting shots deflected back at her while her mind went over what slugthrowers and equipment the mando's might have brought.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: the flight of the banshee
Allies: Emotion
Enemy: shrapnel

Darth Banshee saw the grenades hit the floor, the was sound then a flash. She instinctively used the force to try push the blast back towards @Skosk Fett. It did not matter, the explosion was too powerful. She began to fly through the air, what must been less than second, felt like a life time. She could see [member="Aedan Miles"], as she flew him, at this moment anger like she never known before grew inside her. She scream WWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. At him as she flew by, she blame him the Aruetii. He who was suppose to be a friend, a man she fought beside and bled for. Him and stupid purple floppy hair, this was all his fault.

She helped them at bastion, ord mantall where she helped @Ordo. She did the same for aedan himself at ord radama. So why in force would he fight her aliit, why would be aruetii to her. He manged to do some thing that no sith master, and no Jedi has done before. Her eyes turned yellow. She know new hate, she hated at this moment. She finally hit the stone wall of the library, and fell suddenly to floor. She let out an Force Scream, it was not aimed at anyone. It was completely uncontrolled.

She then began to feel a warm sticky sensation in her legs. She could also feel her anger and her hate rising.......

Spoiler

[member="Asterion"] [member="Darth Veles"][member="Rexus Drath"] sorry she gone bit darker thanks to aedan

 

[Aedan Miles]

ALLIES: [member="Skosk Fett "]@any jedi in the area.
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Darth Banshee"]
OBJECTIVE: Deal with Veles

Aedan Miles looked at the Sith dully and waved his hand as he leaned against the haft of his lightsaber pike calmly. "You must have me confused I am merely here doing a job. Plus Sith have done a LOT of things to my new home you aren't as innocent as you would like people to believe you are." Aedan spared a glance over his shoulder at the explosion ignoring the peppering of debris as it bounced off his Aliit'gam a few lucky pieces finding their way into the weak spots in his armor. Noticing what had happened Aedan narrowed his eyes and then ordered into his com link lightly. "Half of you get Skosk and get out of here this fight is turning nasty and he just got hit hard. Get him back to the Tai'galaar and get him patched up." Turning back to the Sith Aedan smirked shaking his head as he tapped the butt of his weapon on the ground. "Tell me can you feel it yet Sith? The force it is almost out of your reach isn't it. You must have missed the force breaker that was launched this way earlier but now its to late. You have inhaled quite a bit of it and you wore yourself out not the smartest thing in a fight like this is it?" As Aedan prepared to move forward he heard and felt the woman known as Darth banshee flying towards him out of control. With a turn he saw her and reached out with the force using it to wrap around her and slow her momentum pointing towards her the last half of his troops started to run towards her preparing to evac her as well. Whether she realized it or not he was her friend and he would not leave her here to die.

While he moved forward some of the Mandalorians with him would jog back and quickly crouch down to get the Zabrak Skosk Fett moving. As they lifted him up 3 would shoot their weapons into the surrounding melee as they backed away. The ones who went after Darth Banshee hesitantly edged forward before they calmly stated. "Ma'am the Rally Master ordered us to secure you and take you to the Tai'galaar for medical attention please do not resist he doesn't wish to fight you." reached down taking her lightsaber and safely storing it on the belt of one of the men carrying her. The others started to fire at Sith Troopers as they got to close.

Aedan turned to the Sith before him and smirked grimly as he slammed the butt of his lightsaber pike into the ground and pulled forth his shoto and lightsaber igniting the two weapons he started to stride forward his eyes narrowed behind his helmet. He needed to end this soon so he could go and rejoin his friends on the Tai'galaar. Looking at the Sith Aedan finally said to him "Surrender now and I won't harm you. You have my word as a Mando'ade."

 

[Darth Banshee]

Ally: Hate
Enemy: The Hated [member="Aedan Miles"] and the mandalorians
Music: This is My Last Resort
The Mandalorians came over to her, they tried to take her lightsaber. THIS WILL NOT STAND. She shouted as they tried take her lightsaber. With less than second she grabbed her lightsaber back from his belt, the force was running like adrenalin and very blood what was weeping from her. She then cut the first one dead, she lite up in his helmet. Then Span the blade back into legs of the other, cutting him to the ground. The last one she put her hand on his face and with her yellowy eyes, she used the Force Crush his helmet into his skull. He was not she was not the one she was hated, he was not the Arutii that was aedan. He threatening her friend [member="Darth Veles"] know, how could he do this to the one`s she loved. She some bacta the same they used on [member="Skosk Fett"]. She then pulled out a couple piece shrapnel, and then injected it into herself.

Spoiler

@Asterion Asterion [member="Alli Wren"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

LOCATION: IRON CITADEL
ALLIES: One Sith
ENEMIES: @Lok Jorunn

Orcus' bellow tossed troopers into the air, their innards liquefied by the overpressure shockwave. Even as he pulled the reins to dodge an incoming missile he could feel a foreboding in the Force. Danger lurked everywhere, but right now the ripples of the Dark Ocean told him to move and move quickly. Large, black eyes looked up and he witnessed a building looming toward him as it fell. The structure groaned, listing sideways and toppling toward him and Kite. Acting almost without thought, Orcus opened his mouth again and blasted the air above them with a bellow.

"HAUUUUUUUM!"

The falling structure exploded once more, bits of rubble spraying into the air as his Force-enhanced shout blasted an opening for him and his mount. He flew through the cloud of debris, booming laughter shaking the skies. Suddenly, a chunk of rubble the size of a human body slammed into him, knocking him off the saddle. He fell long and hit hard.

Orcus did not stir from where he lay amidst the rubble. His Drexl took to the high skies, flapping off into the distance.

 

[Darth Veles]

Allies: [member="Darth Banshee"]
Enemies: [member="Aedan Miles"]

Darth Veles intended to object, as One Sith had nothing to do with the Mandalorians safe for Sabrina helping them from time to time in hopes of establishing good relationship between the two groups. Of course, Mandalorians have proven themselves to be nothing more than cheap women with no honor. His initial frown disappeared and both eyes widely opened as he heard the explosion. His sight darted from the Mandalorian over to somewhere behind him and his men, seeing one of his dear friends flying through the air. "Sabrina!" the Mon Cal called out in shock. This was the first indication something was wrong, as he had not felt dear Darth Banshee's presence. Paying it no attention as he had to save her from breaking her neck, the Mon Cal waved his webbed hand to telekinetically stop her. To Veles' shock and surprise, nothing happened and he realized he could not use the Force, not in a manner he was used to. "Huh." The amphibious Sith muttered, trying to stay calm as he listened to Aedan who kindly explained what happened. Standing in the middle of a large battle with no Force available was something that could cost Veles his life... It also meant he could not use his lightsabers effectively, at least not both of them had he intended to keep both of his arms. Luckily, the Mando leader caught Lady Banshee.

Then the offer came. Surrender or death. Veles carefully eyed the man's weapons. The lightsaber pike would be a pain, the handle was very long and had much greater reach than the Mon Cal's Makashi. Those wouldn't be the weapons the Mando intended to fight with though, as the man pulled out two other lightsabers, one of a normal design and a shoto. A strange sensation of calmness spread over the amphibious Sith, the panic in his eyes gone. Veles smiled in a polite way. "And what will happen to me if I surrender, may I ask? I want to be treated as the gentlebeing I am."

The wounded Sith was enraged though, and enraged Sith was something nobody in their right mind wanted to meet. The Mandalorians quickly fell to her blades, unprepared to face the woman's wrath. Veles' smile grew wider, Lady Banshee was a beautiful sight. So powerful! If he had the ability to feel her through the Force, no doubt he would have witnessed the Dark Side pouring through her body. She was a true Sith, she was his student, she was his friend. Once she attempted to drain the Mandalorian, Veles made several quickly jogs towards Aedan, thrusting the blade in his right hand towards the man's torso. Veled dared not to use both lightsabers to attack, though the other blade remained ignited and ready to flick up in the Mon Cal's defence. His legs and feet positioned in a stance allowing him to quickly sidestep or move away with only one step backwards.

 

[Aedan Miles]

ENEMIES: [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Darth Veles"] and anger
ALLIES: no one.
OBJECTIVE: Avenge his family

Aedan saw and felt the death of his clan mates through the force and his eyes started to change behind the visor of his helmet. Practically ignoring the Sith before him Aedan started to draw upon the force focusing on the love he had felt for his family and drawing that within himself he stared ahead. When Darth Veles charged forward and thrust towards Aedan's torso he finally ignited the silver blades of his lightsabers and flicked them up batting the blade away as his other hand shot out straight ahead channeling a portion of the force he had gathered into the Mon Cal's body from close range with a massive Force Push. Whether or not this attack hit Aedan had already leapt upward and over the Mon Cal's form as he started to sprint towards the form of Darth Banshee his eyes now a dim purple color as his shoto finally ignited and he held both weapons up before him his eyes locked on the woman he now sought to end.

With a sudden cry Aedan finally came within range his whole body filled with the force in such magnitude that he would need to rest after this but this woman had dared kill his brothers as they tried to save her. "HOW DARE YOU KILL MY FAMILY YOU SITH! TO THINK I CONSIDERED YOU MY SiSTER!" Those words finally tore themselves from his lips in a voice that was barely like Aedan had once sounded. Swinging his full length lightsaber at the woman's shoulder with a force enhanced over hand swing he came to a stop before her the shoto held up in a defensive posture.

 

[Avalore Eden]

Location: Teta Museum of Fine Art & Antiquities
Alies: [member="Jannik Morlandt"] [member="Marcello Matteo"] [member="Maria Natalja"]
Objective: Save the things!

Magik.

Avalore Eden stood before a maintenance entrance of the great and noble Teta Museum of Fine Art & Antiquities, watching the chaos of the Art Director shouting orders to a team of rather frantic looking people. The drop ships were waiting, engines running hot, to take the collection of priceless fine art and historical relics high into the skies and to the safety of Republic ships. Paintings, tapestries, statues, ancient weapons and armor, clothing, and all manner of doo-dads were being wrapped, boxed, and carted about.

It was a mad, mad world, skies blazing with the fire in the skies, screaming with the sound of fighters as they tore across the horizon. Avalore was on her way to join the Director when a horrific cacophony exploded from the south end of the museum, smoke rising, debris flying every which way. She ducked with a yelp, hands over her head, just in time to hear a voice over her comm.

"Art Boss. This is Matteo. Let me know when -KCCHHHTTT- ... run into ... kcchtttt ... -ive me - kccchhtt."

"What - WHAT? Hello?!" too much interference, her ears were ringing with the sound of the crashed fighter.

"Master Eden!" the Director came running, "Master Eden ... that fighter that just came down, I think it was one of yours!"

She didn't even have time to stop and tell the man she wasn't a Master, Healer senses tingling Avalore took off towards the crash site dodging debris and coughing through the rising smoke, Turak her Icarii bodyguard hot on her heels, hissing after her about how unsafe this was.

[member="Turin Val Kur"]
When she reached the crash site it was all she could do to get near the ship. The smog surrounding it was heavy and she was fairly certain the thing was on fire. The heat was unbearable. She coughed, wincing through the debris cloud and got as close as she could, "Hello? Hello! This is Jedi Knight Avalore Eden, if you're conscious give me a sign! ...Turak can you see anything?"

"Stay back, get to cover, the Sith fighters are returning," the Icarii yelled as he moved to climb the pile of stone wall the ship had crashed into, trying to get to the hatch.

Nodding, wild-eyed, Avalore made a hasty dive towards the side of the wall that remained standing and tucked herself against it, "Turak be careful!"

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Open Square by the Western Wall.
Allies: Jedi, [member="Marcello Matteo"] [member="Avalore Eden"]
Enemies: One Sith, [member="Darth Shara"]

Ryan sat in the troop bay of Marcello's shuttle, wearing only simple Jedi Robes. Their cream hue stood in stark contrast to the deep red of shoulder length red hair. Idly, he traced the gash under his right eye with a forefinger, an old wound and one of many, though the others all came from the Vong's Embrace of Pain this one held different memories. A desperate battle in the jungles of Ossus, cradling dead friends beneath the soaking rains. If only I'd been stronger, he thought. And then what? Would he have been able to save them, or was it simply the will of the Force that they die that day? Bitterness swirled around his heart, an incessant storm.

Would it be the will of the Force that he die here today? Grey eyes stared distantly at the LZ even as the shuttle settled down amidst the ack-ack of enemy fire. Several shots on target caused the shuttle to rock disarmingly, but as Marcello had said the buildings provided excellent cover and as they drew lower to the ground the terrifying flak and bursts of lasers grew less prevalent.

Ryan disembarked swiftly, taking up the cold cylinder of metal in his hand. He could feel it humming with a familiar energy. A lightsaber was more than just a weapon. It shared a bond with its maker, forged by the Force. Restless thoughts of dying dissipated as his feet hit the firm pavement, pushed to the side. He had no time for such idle speculation. Now was a time for war. They had finally brought the fight to the One Sith and after the devastation of the Jedi Temple, Ryan could not deny that the offensive brought his heart some grim satisfaction. Perhaps he was becoming one of those war mongering fools on the Council after all.

Snap-hiss

The cyan blade snapped to life in Ryan's hand and he took a guard stance. Keen eyes found an approaching squad of hostile troopers, four or more in number. Ryan cast a swift push in their direction to offset their aim, then threw his lightsaber in a deadly spin. The weapon carved a gruesome path through the enemy, cutting one in half and severing the leg of another at the knee. Ryan recalled the blade to his hand even as they turned their fire on him. He bat back bolts of vibrant red, constantly moving in swift bounds and quick leaps and rolls, hoping to give the others time to get out of the shuttle and together they could secure the Landing Zone.

 

[The Hound]

Location: Museum
Allies: Republic
Enemies: [member="Avalore Eden"]?

"Hello?"

The voice was faint. Breathing in the ash and dust Turin wiped his brow, wincing as he wiped away rust colored wet from the cut on his head. It felt like his brow was on fire due to the ash and dust irritating the wound. Attempting to lean forward a sharp pain shot up through his core and he couldn't move. His eyes shot open as fear washed over him. Taking a few quick breaths he prepared himself for what he thought was the end of his life. Looking down he let go of a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding when he realized that he had in fact not been impaled. Today. Unbuckling his safety webbing he attempted to stand, using the pilot's chair as a balancing point.

Gripping a fallen panel with the Force he inched it over, flooding the cockpit with sunlight. His vision was still blurry but he thought he saw someone. On instinct, he ignited his weapon with a snap-hiss, the silver blade erupting out of the leather bound hilt. Pointing his blade at the intruders he stumbled forward a few steps, mumbling something about getting back from him. But he overexerted himself and fell to the floor, his blade cut some durasteel and clanked to the floor as well, deactivated.

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Marcello only heard a small fragment of [member="Avalore Eden"]'s response as the shuttle dipped down below the tool of buildings. It was amazing that any of their tactical communications were still working given all the activity in the atmosphere and the undoubted jamming occurring on both sides. The instant the shuttle came to a halt, Marcello disembarked alongside [member="Ryan Korr"] and the remaining members of the strike team.

Glacier-blue eyes quickly scanned the area. First thing first, they needed to get off the street...deserted or not. Motioning to the pilot's, Marcello indicated a location. "Toss a detonator in there and let's get clear, that ride is done no need to leave our crypto load hanging around." The moment he was done speaking, he guided the other individuals away from the wreck that was like a beacon to enemy forces.

Once the less combat-inclined were good to go, Marcello activated the dark blue blade of his lightsaber and joined his apprentice in the fray.

[member="Darth Shara"]

 

[J3C0]

Iron Citadel-West Courtyard
His head snapped over to the west of the Iron Citadel. He saw the ship go down, and immediately a smile of glee spread across his face.

He could sense Jedi on that shuttle, sense their power and strength, a hint of familiarity was in that and his smirk widened. The massive Maelibus stood from atop the wall, walking down the neatly placed down, causing it to crack. Yes, he knew what lay beyond these walls, who lay beyond these walls. He couldn't resist.

Drawn by the Siren Song of battle Shara began to stampede his way towards the crashed shuttle.

The Maelibus did not walk, or even run. Instead he traveled in leaps and bounds, his feet stamping into the wall, and then leaving it for a time as he soared through the air. Like a flying boulder Shara bound across the ground, sailing into the air and smashing into the courtyard below, the shuttle several hundred feet away from him. His lipless face broke open as he licked his teeth, a sign of anticipation.

“Jedi!” He called out to [member="Marcello Matteo"], a man he had fought on Coruscant.

A man that this time, he would break.

 

[UserSpace107]

Allies: [member="Hasjo Hallu"] [member="Zaren Bouqi"] [member="Saki"] [member="Lok Jorunn"]
Enemies: Darth Vornskr [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Darth Naomi"] [member="Darth Banshee"]
Objective: Duel [member="Lady Exedō"]
#JediStompSquad

"I assure you I'm not as tasty as I look Mi'lady." she said teasing! though she kept a tranquil expression. During the time she spoke her hand was tightening around the hilt of her lightsaber. She straitened her arm out completely, a sign of discipline. In most battles she slowly built up a state of force protection, a tactic which works well with the fact that she uses a form that can allow her to save energy.

She squinted her eyes as the woman drew a sword, different from most lightsaber combatants she'd be used to facing. The woman launched herself at her, and then she became light on her feet, as the feeling of adrenaline ignited a feeling of butterflies in her stomach. She ran towards the woman at the same time, her saber trailing behind her, she saw her come in for the slash, so deactivated her saber so that her adversaries sword passed through her blade, and she quickly ignited it once again so to attempt at slashing the woman across the abdomen, this was followed by a quick retreat of her blade, as she held close the tight blade work of Soresu.

She would pulled her arm back, and as they passed one another, Cree put her weight on her dominant foot to quickly change her direction of motion. She contorted her body, twisting around holding her now ignited emerald blade in a reverse grip, and going in for a quick jab at her opponents back area.

 

[Avalore Eden]

[member="Turin Val Kur"]

Back pressed against the wall, Avalore watched with wide eyes as several more Sith fighters screamed by overhead, the wind in their wake sending her hair and robes billowing, "Turak, what do you see?" she called to the Icarii who was currently attempting to wrench the hatch open. It pulled inwards instead, ripping from his grasp.

"There is someone here-" Turak called back, peeking his head in and quickly withdrawing at the buzz of a lightsaber.

"Are they alive?!"

"Yes," the Icarii replied, looking around warily as the molten blade suddenly disappeared, "yes they are alive. Come, Miss Avalore, they need your help."

Avalore picked her way along the wall, hastening her pace at the motion of Turak and moved to peer into the opening of the fighter, "Hello? I'm Jedi Knight Avalore Eden, I'm a Healer, are you alright? ...HEY!"

"He is indisposed," Turak muttered before grumpily pulling aside the remainder of the hatch door and carefully wedging himself in. The Icarii stepped in, eyeing the downed Master and his weapon before reaching to pick it up, "Miss Avalore, take his weapon."

"What?" she said, incredulous, "I can't take his lightsaber. You don't take someone's lightsaber Turak, it's against some sort of code."

"Not my code, take it."

"I don't lightsaber."

"Take the weapon."

"I'm not taking it."

"....please take the weapon."

"You take it."

The Icarii narrowed his eyes at her, Avalore narrowed hers right back, folding her arms, lips thin, jaw set. Stalemate.

"Fine," Turak conceded, "I will take the weapon. You take him."

Avalore's eyes went wide, glancing off to the prone figure on the floor. What the feth? She couldn't carry that. "...gimme the lightsaber," she held out her hand and waved for it.

"I thought so," if an Icarii could look smug then that's certainly the expression Turak would be wearing. He planted the Dark Jedi's saber hilt in her outstretch hand and hastily reached over to extract the man from the ship. Avalore took the hilt as though he'd just handed her a bantha turd; between thumb and forefinger, arm outstretched to its fullest length away, and carefully moved back down the pile of rubble.


A short while later they had [member="Turin Val Kur"] safely inside the Museum, on the floor, but at least right-side up. Avalore removed her outer green Healer's robe and rolled it under the man's head for a pillow. She asked for water and took a kneel by his side, pushed back her sleeves and began to assess the damage. The Healer began with the man's obviously injured head and began to work her magic force healing abilities.

 

[Marcello Matteo]

The dark blue blade of Marcello's weapon swung in tight, blurred arcs of light as he cut through soldiers that seemed to continue advancing on the crash site. Given their proximity to the Citadel, he could understand their...tenacity. Just as he'd cut through one more, the hair on the back of his neck prickled. However, it was the unmistakeable shaking of the ground with every bounding leap of [member="Darth Shara"] that drew Marcello's attention to the massive Sith.

Clenching his teeth, the Jedi Master forced down the memory of their last meeting. Instead, he thought on the countless innocent lives that had been destroyed by the Sith. Yet...in doing so, he could not help but think on all the innocent lives that suffered at the hands of the so-called Jedi. In his moderate confusion, anger bristled briefly beneath the surface of his skin. He offered the Sith no words - there was no redemption for him. Maybe not for any of them.

Past experience told Marcello that, well, using his lightsaber against the Sith was all but useless. With the blade still activated, Marcello reached out with the Force for the thermal detonators that had recently been placed in the shuttle they were all standing near. With a massive application of the Force, the Jedi Master accelerated the particles around the trigger to engage the initiator. A large blast immediately followed and Marcello erected a protective bubble around his allies to keep them from suffering ill effects, but the effort was...considerable.

Buying time. That was it. If Shara was here, he was not elsewhere causing problems.

[member="Ryan Korr"]

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Western Wall, Open Square
Enemy: [member="Darth Shara"]
Ally: [member="Marcello Matteo"]

Grey eyes widened as a massive, horned monstrosity landed in the middle of the square with a tumultuous quake. Ashen, spiked armor that looked almost organic covered the whole of the beast and Ryan took an apprehensive step backward to steady himself. The being stood a full four feet or more taller than him and was at least several hundred pounds heavier. Korr took a deep breath and steeled himself, stern, scarred features impassive despite the hurricane of turmoil inside.

The cyan blade hummed as he brought it up into guard once more, leaving the rest of the landing force to take on the troopers. Suddenly, Marcello bounded forward, hurling a spherical device and erecting a bubble of the Force around them. Thermal detonators were not ordinary grenades. They were the equivalent of a hand held nuclear weapon that vaporized whatever it touched in hellishly hot flame. Korr grit his teeth and shielded his eyes at the white explosion.

 

[J3C0]

Fire washed over him.

The a thin layer of the force protected him from death and his lungs from the flame, but Shara allowed himself to be bathed in the heat of the thermal detonator. His skin sizzled, his insides boiled, and his entire being seemed awash with flame. The Sith Lord growled, and then laughed. Through the burning heat of the thermal detonator he laughed, loud enough to shake the courtyard itself.

Taking a step through the flames Shara walked, the skin on his face burning into boils and popping sightly. The pain fueled him, red rage coming off him in an aura of death.

“Little Jedi.” Everyone was little to Shara. “You fought me before. You watched as I crushed your temple to dust beneath my heels. You watched as your brothers sacrificed themselves, and to what result? What has this gained you? What have you accomplished?”

For the first time, Shara spoke during battle. Flames rushing about him as he stepped through the remnants of the thermal detonators explosion.

“What as your Order done since the fall of Coruscant?” The courtyard rumbled with each foot step, Shara drawing closer to the gathered Jedi.
@Ryan Poor @Marcello Mathematics

 

[Ignatius]

Location: The Iron Citadel Cellar - Moving to West Courtyard.
Allies: The One Sith, [member="Darth Shara"],
Enemies: The Republic, [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Marcello Matteo"],

Moving up the stairs, my payer decided to move to the Library. She then closed the door, and well, I decided that the Courtyard would be the best place. Pulling out my Combat blade as I came up the stairs. I saw Jedi over to the side with a shield. One was definitely a Master as the grenades around them blew up. Using my off hand to cover my eyes, I shielded my face from the light of the explosion. However, I was too far for the explosion to cause hardly any damage. other than buffing my clothing and sending me to take a Step back.

I looked across the other side of the courtyard, Closer to me than the Jedi, Was a beast that stood very much taller than myself. As well that he was horned and mean looking, I knew he was the Sith here. Since I was on the Side of the Sith, I moved only slightly closer to him. Praying to any god that he did not mistake me for a Jedi when I was being paid for. Waiting as the sith started to walk towards the Jedi at the other side. I decided that I would stay back for now. Keep my hand hidden. Should the couple of Jedi that were their start to gang up on him, I might join in.

Might as in, I never fought a Jedi Face to face on a true battlefield, and needed to get my wits.

 

[Shinju]

Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Cree Oyaya"]
Objective: Fight
gear

Shinju kept moving, the sight of the jedi coming at her was exhilarating and as the blade passed her second one came up to block. The slash catching and allowing Shinju that brief moment while she readjusted and cooed, the taste of energy and power was... Thrilling and exciting as they moved back. Then cree was moving again and attacking, Shinju continued to move her blades letting herself swing around on her own foot to bring the scylla blade up to block. Her eyes tracing the sight of the jedi. "Oh I assure you jedi, there are so many things about you I would find delicious." Shinju licked her lips before focusing on the sword and jedi as she laughed. "Come now, surely you wish to have some fun. Take a walk upon the wild side jedi, who cares of the darkside just let it go."