Dominion &nbsp; To Bring to Heel | SO Dominion of Aing-Tii

Zetrove
Equipment: Darth Vyle's lightsaber

A shimmering barrier of putrid light appeared around the monks.

Darth Vyle searched the broken and ruined temple courtyard for the source, only to find that a pair of Jedi had appeared in defense of the Aing-Tii—because of course they had. The Jedi had to stick their noses into all business that was not their own. And because they could not resist being the breathless defenders of the weak, the woman Jedi launched a powerful burst of Force energy into the sky, leaving Vyle only seconds to put up a membrane of magical energy before impact.

The blast sent her hurdling through the air, but the magick surrounding her body quickly righted her. Anger speared through her like a hot iron. Once already, on Kef Bir, a Jedi had complicated her mission. These two were determined to be somehow more troublesome. And Vyle was not having it.

The witch propelled herself downward, landing in a burst of dust and debris in the courtyard some meters across from the pair of Jedi. She advanced on them, whipping her hands in a loop and releasing a Force blast of her own aimed at the space between them, more to separate them than to damage them—as she knew Jedi were smart enough to dodge.

Then, she reached for her weapon and ignited a brilliant curved blade of plasma with a hiss that sounded more like a burst of fire than the usual snap-hiss of a lightsaber.

"You Jedi just can't help yourselves," she said as she stalked towards them. "Weakness draws you like flies to refuse."

Kahlil Noble · Mar 12, 2023

Vera.

All of Kahlil's attention turned as he felt her. Felt Carnifex. Valery and him had come here to help the Aing-Tii after their assistance in the pairs own training. They'd become friends, weird licking communication and all. But now his gaze fell in the distance.

His kidnapped daughter was here.

Thee detonation of a grenade pulled his attention, though. Goop scattered, surrounded him. Consumed him. It would've left him helpless to the coming blast of Force energy sent from the witch above if he hadn't appeared several feet away. And with a headache, no less. Flow walking wasn't as easy as he thought it'd be. The Master reached a hand up to his head, frowned. Near glared at the Witch of a Sith as she landed.

<Vera's here. Distant. .. But safe. I don't see danger. Focus on the Aing-Tii.>

They were Jedi. They were parents. It was a hard thing to balance, especially now. But, for now, he didn't see danger around Vera. And he could trust the Force.

"I'll deal with the Witch, if you want to take care of our cyborg friend?"

He took a breath before glancing to Valery. Giving her a calm smile.

<Once we're done here, we'll head to Vera.>

Darth Vyle |

Zetrove |

Aculia Voland

Marduk'bel · Mar 12, 2023

TO BRING TO HEEL
Tag: (Open)
Objective II | Location: Surface | Equipment: 1x Vibrosword / Acolyte Armor

The further the hulking Sith-Imperial armies moved up the mountainous terrain the more difficult the fight proceeded. Positioned as a defensive-unit in the rear of a Sith-Beast Logistical Train was Marduk, now equipped with a gas mask which adjusted to the new area. Pure artillery rounds rained down upon the offensive forces, landslides beginning to occur as antagonizing screams erupted around him though the Flesh-Raider attempted to stay calm.

<"Foolish sorcerers. They don't understand basic war-tactics; who moves an army with an enormous logistical-train up the side of a mountain."> He said, a whip cracking at his neck as his slave collar activated - "ZZZZZ!!...AHH!" He yelled in pain.

"ENOUGH! RELEASE THE BEAST!" The Sith-Knight commanded as the acolytes did as told. The first to be released was at the tip of the train, a red-belly experiment of the sith, a Goliath which swung its bladed tentacles around, disemboweling multiple poors individuals before sprinting full speed. The beast crashing into the fortress-gates as the monks looked down in shock <<SIEGE WEAPONS!! TARGET IT!!>> One monk said as they rushed to mount the wall turrets, firing down upon the beast as it whipped its tentacles and sprayed swamp gas throughout the array.

"UP THE WALLS! UP THE WALLS NOW!!" The Sith Knight said addressing his men. Marduk'bel didn't waste any time as he exited his cover carrying a ladder under his arm. Slamming it into the ground, he began to urge the acolytes up it, mounted turrets spraying into the ground forces though with ever moment to reload tibanna-fuel packs the acolytes moved closer.

Reaching his hand out, Marduk utilized telekinesis to pull a Monk from his seat turret as he vaulted over barbed-wire which restricted wall movement. His vibrosword 'buzzed' brightly, he began to cut down the Monks who weren't armed considering they were gun-support units. "BREACHED!!" he roared before jumping into cover as infantrymen began to approach the area. Low-ranking acolytes pouring over the walls via siege vehicles and equipment as chaos ensued, infantrymen clashing in the fortress vehicle-station which was separated via a second gate from the inner-sections of the Monk's fortress.

The monks would need a miracle to repel the Sith forces.

Aculia Voland · Mar 13, 2023

Objective II: Monks and Jedi Interlopers.

Aculia wove through the dead, dying, and wounded on both sides as she made her way to the fight between darkness and light, her black boots becoming stained with dirt and blood, eschewing following the rest of the Sith acolytes towards the monastery itself. As she got closer, she reached out with the Force to try to ascertain the general strength level of the two Jedi, the Sith woman, and the odd combination of flesh and man she had felt just now entering the battlefield. Given that they seemed to be going all out and not bothering to hide their presence, it was trivial for someone as skilled as she was in the sensory aspects of the Force to get a general idea of their relative level of power from this distance.

As I suspected, these aren't just your run of the mill knights. They're full on masters-or close enough to be indistinguishable from them from what I can tell of their strength. That Sith lady isn't a slouch either, she's on their level, maybe a little bit above. The man...machine...though? I can't feel any notable power from him. Just himself and his skills. Daring, or insane, to get in the way by himself at this level of fighting.

As she approached the edge of the brewing conflict, she dropped her blunted cortosis blades and took out her primary lightsaber, although she refrained from igniting it just yet, letting it rest in her right hand.

I think the best play for me here is to sit and watch. If it looks like the side of my contractor today is really in trouble, I will intervene on their side, but if the Jedi do not look like the killing sort, it would be best to watch. Besides, some of these Sith are really picky about getting unwanted help with their pride and such. And if one of the Jedi should look like they are going to fall or take a few bad blows, it might not be so hard to move in on them first to capture them and make the suggestion that you will handle getting them to whatever prison these Sith have. In the confusion of their little civil war and fight with the monks, their disappearance will probably be overlooked and I can bag a big payday from "rescuing" them once things simmer down a bit.

Slowing down a fair bit away from the fight, she watched as the male Jedi apparated out some distance away from the glop grenade thrown by the cyborg, which just so happened to save him from the telekinetic burst of energy being flung at him by the Sith woman, likely a return shot against the female Jedi who opened with her own such attack. She sighed and put her free hand on her hips.

Really, what a pain in the arse these alien monks are, giving that technique away so readily. I’ll have to interrogate the two I captured to pick it up. It is not like I am defenseless against it, if they try to get close enough to you and you are careful you can see the little flows and threads and get a decent idea of where they might go, but it is always useful to figure out how it is done. Especially if these Sith prevail and it is learned on a larger level.

She did not need the Force to see that the Sith woman was fuming, this affirming the wisdom of her earlier position of not stepping in for now. If the Darth whatever wanted her own proactive help, she had to really make it worth her while to go up against that level of Jedi, let alone two.

If it came down to it, I’d give myself decent odds against one of them uninjured, if what I can tell about their strength is correct. Two, and that would put me on the defensive, and I am not sure how that would end up for me if it came to a battle of endurance.

Aculia Voland · Mar 13, 2023

(Messed up and forgot to roll whoops).

Valery Noble · Mar 13, 2023

Aing-Tii world

Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Ship: Link
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag:

Kahlil Noble

Darth Vyle

Zetrove

<I sense her, too> Valery said with some level of intensity in her voice, after she had followed after her husband and dodged aside to keep the blast from hitting her. Distance between them mattered nothing — the communication through their Dyad was instant. Through it, she knew that a part of him wanted to go after Vera, as much as a part of her wanted to. But she was safe, and to reach her, they would have to abandon the Aing-Tii, who could now escape under their cover.

They had to make a choice to be here as Jedi and go after Vera later.

<I'll focus on the Cyborg for now, but we're fighting together. Not one-on-one. That is our biggest advantage over them, especially if more Sith show up.> Which meant she wasn't focusing on just the Cyborg for long, if at all. Their almost instant communication through their bond would allow them to switch targets, and coordinate attacks rapidly. She could follow up against the witch, and he could help her with the Cyborg.

They would fight coordinated as the Sword and Shield, and husband and wife.

"And you Sith only feel powerful when you target the weak. How pathetic." Valery looked at the witch as she used her tongue to speak again, and dashed towards her, all of her intent on striking down the woman before this could escalate. Her intent flowed freely between them, only for it to change at the last second when her direction shifted and a powerful jump brought her up and over the Cyborg instead.

With great power and speed, Valery swept her blade down towards him, hoping to cut her way through. She knew that with just how many Sith had come to this planet, they couldn't fight and defeat them all. But for as long as the Aing-Tii here needed to escape, she'd give it her all to take down as many as she could.

Zetrove · Mar 13, 2023

Objective II: The Monks
Tag(s):

Darth Carnifex Sarlow Zambra[/SIZE]no

Darth Vyle

Zetrove watched as the pair of Jedi avoided his sticky surprise attack. The only way he showed his frustration was with a tightly clenched fist. For a moment they still seemed to be interested in the Witch. Possibly dismissing the cyborg as a nonissue. It was a bit upsetting to be looked over but he could understand it as well. He was no Sith after all.

However, suddenly the Jedi woman was upon him. Violet blade rushed towards him with great speed. In an instant his combative software took over. Rapidly drawing his vibrosword to meet the purple lightsaber. The two weapons clashing, Zetrove’s own weapon was moderately resistant to the cutting power of the lightsaber, being made with ultrachrome. Largely to dissipate and radiate the heat along the blade’s edge generated by the ultrasonic movements, the kinetic energy passively heated the blades edge and more quickly ruined it’s edge.

Giving the Jedi a dead stare through his singular red glowing eye. His other eye still remained hidden and deactivated. The downward impact of Valery’s strike sent a shock through the cyborg's body that ended in the ground below him, cracking it some under his robotic feet. His augmented body withstood the power and kept from collapsing. Soon after with his blade locked against hers he retaliates by trying to push back against the Jedi, using his strength to try and knock her back and off balance.

All the while he remained silent, despite the danger he was in he felt pleased to be in combat with the Jedi. The combat would surely be cathartic for himself. Perhaps deep down the cyborg was thankful for their arrival.

Ningirsu · Mar 13, 2023

Objective I: The Malsheem
Location: Onboard the Korribans Star, a Stormbreaker class Battlecruiser.
Tag:

Darth Strosius

With a shuddering thump and a surge in the force.

Remnants of the growing One Sith Fleet, for the first time in who knows how many years, emerged from hyperspace. There was a mishmash of older vessels, some decaying, some patched up, and some pristine and new. They looked like raiders on the rim, cannibalizing what they had to survive. Many had runic markings, old dead sith languages carved into the outer hull. Jagged pieces of metal adorned the hull in senselessly violent displays or other trophies of long-dead wars nobody but the oldest surviving sith remembered.

There had been a rash of abductions of late to increase their ranks, both through harnessing slave vessels, and re-education or mind wipe camps. As well as these unfortunate victims, as usual their ships were filled with kethenite zealots, echani loyalists, keth's experiments and one sith cloned legionaries. Every second they remained unchecked, their strength had increased, a process that had been going on since their collapse at Coruscant, if not long before.

For a moment it might be unclear just who the one sith were targeting, and the comm chatter likely buzzed with this unexpected arrival. For all both sides knew BOTH SIDES had their displays lighting up.

"This is the Hand of Vol."

"Standby."

Then it happened. Streams of ion weapons to disable shields or fight their way through corvette screens, disabling smaller ships for tractor beams. All too familiar one sith suicide vessels set course to crash into the side of the defending ships. Letting loose Keth's creations, causing screaming madness within the sides of ships large and small. Tactical boarding groups led by the sith legions of old stormed their way behind the carnage looking to seize vessels in orbit. Many didn't make it, but they kept on coming anyway.

They were after any prize they could take. Huge projectiles like grappling hooks slammed into vessels' hull, pulling or pinning them. Strafing runs by zealous pilots that put them right under their enemy's guns to cut routes inward. It was an unnerving sight to see these fanatical zealots on show, but the madness was calculated. The one sith were trying to systematically cut off stragglers or wavering capital ships from their fighter screens, to isolate and then board what they could. Using old or decaying hulls to take the brunt of the defender's fire. Although they were old ships, they were still massive chunks of metal and shields to cut through.

"Target their engines, keep the hyperdrives online, target weapons only if you have to." Better to have a whole fleet than a crippled one.

They were here for any capital ships they could take, and they didn't care where they came from. One day the galaxy might need to deal with this menace, but this surprise attack could make that all the harder.

Two force ghosts appeared on the screen ahead of him. Ningirsu dropped to his knee, his wings extending outward. "You will soon have your prize Master. A new fleet all our own." This was their chance to seize their own power amidst the struggle. When the sith were divided there was only one rule that remained.

The strong take all.

"Do not fail."

Zlova Rue · Mar 13, 2023

OBJECTIVE III: The Codex

Zlova stood with her hands planted planted against the small of her back, yellow eyes piercing the skies ahead before they fell to the direction of Carnifex's procession. A sharp snort followed. "Jackal is going to try passing by again." Last time she'd be considerate of two people intent on murdering one another and not impeding their grand design. This time, however, she felt no such storm of emotion sparking and cracking in the space between. No, instead, this time she felt something much more... personal.

A violet blade snapped into existence up the Twi'lek's back as a chakram sailed through the air to slice her pretty head off. Zlova turned the moment she knocked the weapon aside and came to face the intruder with both blades whirling at her side.

"What do they teach you young things these days? You don't sneak up on a woman like me unless the gods themselves couldn't feel you coming. So, shall we dance?" One foot crossed over the other with a carefully timed sway of her torso and Zlova began to stalk toward

Quintessa . Why fly forward in a frenzy? Why launch lightning from her fingertips? Every Sith did that. It was more menacing to approach slowly. Casually. And to observe how her would-be assassin responded.

Darth Carnifex |

Darth Strosius | Sarlow Zambrano

Servus Dolor · Mar 13, 2023

Objective III: The Codex || Location: Planets Surface, Approaching the City || Music: Hushed Whispers

At last, the great strife the Sith had endured was to come to an end. While ships ripped each other apart in orbit and a vast Kainate began to flood into the city, another creature lingered nearby, observing the forces of the Eternal Father as they removed any resistance to their master's cause. Yet another had come for the Embrace, a challenger who sought divinity in the ancient tunnels and tombs that lay below the surface. The native Aing-Tii continue to believe in beings “Who Dwell Beyond the Veil”, Gods who had come to them in the past to teach the use of the force, though a version that saw no distinction between light and dark. The Elder One believed himself the culmination of this belief, a God who walked the mortal realm as he ascended toward divinity. Perhaps here, as the fate of the Sith was decided, he may take another step along that path.

Eternalist forces assailed the Kainate in orbit and had begun to make planetfall, the first wave being a detachment of Cultists alongside their Master, though they did not join in the fighting right away. Instead, they lingered in shadow, watching things play out as they awaited their Master's command to advance. But to assault the Kainate positions with such a meager force would end in disaster, so the would-be God enacted a scheme that would aid Eternalist forces and his own plot at the same time. The Kainate's unleashed a reign of terror among the natives, attacking innocent villages and hamlets and slaughtering countless beings in the process. The non-violent Aing-Tii had been pushed into a struggle for their very survival, desperate to retake their home, and in their desperation, they have flocked to one who promised them aid, one who may very well walk the same path as their ancient Gods.

"Are the natives ready for the assault?"

"Yes Master, they have heard our whispers and believe their numbers and fervor will be enough to overwhelm the enemies defenses. Though I do not believe many will be able to withstand the inevitable counter-attack."

"No matter, their sacrifice will be remembered. They will open our way into the city and we will slip into the Embrace while the enemy is distracted."

"Of course, Master. I will order the natives to begin their assault at once."

As the cultist slipped away, the Elder One looked on the ruins of the city. He was unsure of what the Eternal Father sought within the Embrace, but he knew there was no common cause between them. The Sith would unify this day, their advance toward the core of the galaxy all but assured. All the while, a new God would continue his studies, seeking the knowledge of old and the power required to bring an end to the chaos that plagued all life. This was his destiny, of that he was assured. But this day was but a step toward the future, and it would see the end of many a false Dark Lord, all failing to walk the path of divinity.

While the natives flooded out of ruins and tunnels carved into the planet itself, the Elder One made his way toward the city along with his retinue. The Aing-Tii would be cut down in droves, and it wasn't long before the Kainate forces began to shift their lines, reinforcing their brethren and opening a gap in their lines that was happily exploited by the Elder One. The ruins of the city awaited, but he knew there would be more challenges ahead before he could delve into the depths of the Embrace.

TAGS:

Quintessa

Zlova Rue / Open

Darth Vyle · Mar 13, 2023

Objective II: The Monks
Tags:

Zetrove
Equipment: Darth Vyle's lightsaber

Darth Vyle sensed the shift in the battle without a word needing to be spoken. The Jedi pairing were more, it seemed, than she had originally surmised. She wasn't sure the nature of their bond, but they were too strong to be a Master-Padawan duo, and too in-sync to be ordinary friends. The Force passed between them as easily as water from one basin to another.

And that alone made them more interesting than the Aing-Tii.

While the woman redirected her attention towards the cyborg interloper, the male Jedi faced her. Vyle detected his intentions immediately. So, it was to be the two of them?

Fine.

She stalked towards him, lightsaber gripped tightly in her right hand. In her free left one, red ichor gathered, and with a flick of her wrist, she sent the Spell of Cinder towards him—knowing as she did that fire was far harder to defect with a lightsaber than lightning.

Then, she breathed deeply and traveled, evaporating into crimson smoke and appearing much closer to the Jedi in a split instant and slashing her blade at him, aiming to cut him from shoulder to hip. Her probing attacks were basic, she knew, but she wanted to know what this Jedi was capable of. Something about his powers fascinated her; and she suspected his female companion wasn't entirely disengaged from what he was doing. She would have to keep her guard up.

But at least it would be fun.

Kahlil Noble · Mar 13, 2023

"I know."

Kahlil answered aloud as his eyes fell on the woman stepping towards him. A far calmer expression took over as he let himself drift. The Force was strong here, always so strong among the Aing-Tii. Danger. Fire. The Jedi raised his hand, and a rune briefly flashed from his palm. An unnatural chill, ice, froze over the air, froze over the fire that had been unleashed in his direction. Then she was gone. No, not gone. A mist.

Right. Dathomiric magic.

A second rune flashed as she appeared, just between them. The ice before him shattered, and those very shards suddenly launched for her as he brought his saber around to catch her blade. Not just the shards. Probing attacks, testing the waters, he wasn't here to do that. As his blade came crashing down to impact against hers he'd shift.

<They don't.>

He spoke through their bond. Valery and Kahlil suddenly swapped positions, her standing where he had just been. Him, where she was, his palm already alight with another rune. A more complex series that he brought down towards the Cyborg. More ice, but not to simply freeze a flame. This time to outright freeze the Cyborg where he stood as he pressed his blade now against Kahlil's own.

Darth Vyle |

Zetrove |

Aculia Voland

Aculia Voland · Mar 13, 2023

Aculia watched from her resting position at the edge of the battle, seemingly ignored or never noticed at all by any of the participants. They were in their own world. While they engaged in a deadly battle of Dark vs Light, she had the time to examine them at her leisure.

I think Ms. Lady Sith over there may have underestimated her opponents a little, but I get the feeling she is happy about this rather than fearful or irritated. Unsurprising, Sith live to kill and fight, most of them. Those Jedi, though.

Her mind and eyes took a critical view towards the male and female pair, acting in seamless motion with each other. Jedi were often better at that than Sith since they tended to be cooperative most of the time as opposed to trying to murder each other publicly or privately, but this level was unusual. Neither looked or felt to be at the level one would expect a Padawan to be at. She supposed very close friends could have this kind of synchronization, but the way they looked at each other hinted at more. A Jedi couple?

No, that alone does not explain it. I wonder…

Taking a deep breath, she drew slightly on the Force to examine the pair further in detail to try to discern more. Her gray aura in the Force grew ever so marginally brighter for a moment as she did so-if any of the participants risked glancing over at her or extending their senses out of their climactic battle, they would notice, but hopefully not react at such a minor, unintrusive draw of power. She was simply watching, for now.

(Determinant outcome in next post).

Zetrove · Mar 14, 2023

Objective II: The Monks
Tag(s):

Darth Vyle

What happened next was not foreseen in his predictive combat algorithms. It was like he blinked before suddenly the woman he was fighting was the large hulking man. This caught him off guard as his glowing red eye widened. Seeing their palm out towards him, Zetrove instinctively braced himself for a telekinetic blast. This was not the case though.

What happened instead was almost the complete opposite of being launched back. Instead he began to rapidly feel himself cool down. Which would be nice if it was only to cool down his hot motors and processors. But it was limiting his movement. A freezing chill running down from the top of his body. It seemed the tables were turning on him, where he tried to slow them down they returned the favor, and they were being slippery too like the Aing-Tii.

Quickly before his legs could freeze too, one of his robot legs stretched out to the Jedi man. His clawed foot trying to grab them by the ankle before yoinking it back. Trying to make the towering man before him trip over. The cyborg wasn’t sure if they would still be able to teleport between each other if Zetrove had a grip on one of them. His upper body though was largely rendered immobile as he tried to break free of the freezing hex they seemed to cast on him.

Valery Noble · Mar 14, 2023

Aing-Tii world

Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Ship: Link
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag:

Kahlil Noble

Zetrove

Darth Vyle

As her blade collided with the Cyborg's weapon, Valery watched the ground beneath him shatter. She had thrown great strength into her attack, fueled by her intent to make this a quick battle. But he was faster than she had anticipated and pushed back, hoping to throw her off-balance with his own strength. But as he attempted to shift the balance of power between them, Valery felt a tremor through her bond with Kahlil.

Without having to adjust to it anymore, they switched positions and Kahlil's much larger frame would easily be able to stand up against the Cyborg. But Valery didn't need to look over her shoulder to be sure that he was alright, and fighting back. She could feel what her husband was doing and focused on the witch instead. In the instant before their swap, Kahlil had attempted to cut her down with an overhead attack, which most logically meant the woman would be raising a guard of some kind.

A guard that would only meet the air, as Valery charged forward and phased her way through both weapon and physical body, bringing her behind the woman instead. With Force-augmented speed, she spun around and used that rotational momentum to sweep both blades of her saberstaff toward her, targeting her torso from behind in an attempt to cut her down.

She knew she was using many of her tricks at once, but it would hopefully have the best results. Valery trusted Kahlil to use his in his current battle with the Cyborg, and she'd be ready to coordinate more attacks with him as well.

They had to buy the Aing-Tii the time they needed.

Aculia Voland · Mar 14, 2023

Objective II: Capture the Monks, Send the Jedi Interlopers back home.

As Aculia carefully probed at the Force connection between the two synchronized Jedi, the picture became more clear. She had only seen it once for a brief moment a very long time ago in a different life, but there was no mistaking it. The two were tied together in a Force Dyad. It was not something incredibly new or unheard of, but quite rare. It explained a lot, but she had to wonder to herself: was their presumed romantic connection a result of that or in spite of it?

That also means that the two Sith here will get worn down eventually due to a lack of coordination without help, especially because that amalgamation of man and machine does not seem to be able to use the Force and he is up against Jedi of that level.

Aculia tapped her feet against the ground as she watched the two Jedi do yet another switch off and even more teleportation, or whatever manipulation of space they were up to and had learned. The cyborg in particular seemed to be in trouble as the male Jedi used some kind of Force magic to begin freezing him in place. It did not matter how great his cybernetics were, if he got frozen in place and lost mobility against the two highly mobile Jedi, it would just be a matter of time before he got struck down. His partner, for her part, seemed actually intent to kill the Sith, something that was surprising to her, Jedi usually aimed to capture or incapacitate if possible.

If one of the two Sith go down it will be such a pain to rescue them against those two considering their bond. And I need an in within their structure, you can get info on the Rimward Trade League or Galactic Alliance areas pretty easily, but these Sith are secretive. I just need to intervene enough to get the Jedi to fall back eventually, it should not be too hard since time is not on their side due to the sheer numbers of Sith here. The Aing-Ti are fighting a losing battle, this was, or, at least initially, seems to have been a ploy to buy them more time. Fine, I do not really care, I am getting paid now and have a few to teach me some tricks to boot. Just need some Sith goodwill.

Igniting her lightsaber, the pale silver blade humming as she did so, she raised it into a ready position with her right hand just in case she got some retaliation, and reached out with the Force with her left. She was aiming to heat the cyborg’s body and limbs up to the exact same amount the male Jedi was cooling him down, to give him back freedom of movement, a little bit of pyrokinesis to even the score.

(Determinant Roll: 11 + 5 WIS (no LS/DS penalty for neutral powers)=16, expertly done).

Silverly strands of invisible Force energy flowed out from her left hand, wrapping around the ice that had begun to form over the cyborg's leg and other areas of his body, delicately and smoothly touching on every point that seemed to be cooling down or already beginning to freeze over. A moment later, the opposite reaction began to occur, a precisely calculated heating up of the very same regions to produce a neutral temperature, moisture forming and the Cyborg likely getting mildly wet as his freedom of movement began to be restored. Of course, the male Jedi could redouble his efforts to freeze his opponent...if he wanted to waste the time and concentration and go up in a Force battle against her while fighting the cyborg. Or he and his woman could make the smart choice and decide they had accomplished their objective here. Either way, Aculia was ready.

Valery Noble

Kahlil Noble

Zetrove

Darth Strosius · Mar 14, 2023

Objective: The Codex / Find Him
Equipment: Lightsaber, Sword, Dagger, Armor
Tags:

Darth Carnifex /

Zlova Rue /

Quintessa / Servus Dolor
Engaging: Sarlow Zambrano

The shuttle weaved and dodged around the buildings of the city as it flew forward, still enhanced by Alisteri, as it sought its target. "Darth Strosius, the Kainite army is up ahead! It appears as though our target is with them." The pilot called out to the Sith, who at the moment was still clinging to the handles of the shuttle's ceiling as if his life depended on them. "Good, report their position immediately and send for support-" A lucky shot from one of the passing fighters impacted the side of the shuttle and knocked out half of the engines, sending the ship barreling towards the city below in an uncontrolled spin.

"Brace for impact!" The troops aboard the shuttle were quick to fasten their seats and find their own handles as the Sith did his best to try and force the shuttle into a slightly more graceful landing. What actually happened though was that the shuttle scraped the side of a pillar and skidded across the ground until a crashed speeder halted it a short distance away from the procession of the Grand Army.

A red blade pierced through the battered hull and carved an opening, the impromptu door launched off of the shuttle with a swift kick right before Alisteri climbed out. He noted the grand display of force before him with a disgusted grimace, which his mask hid from his soldiers as they began crawling out of the shuttle after him.

"Stand ready soldiers of the Inquisition. He is here." The Sith summoned his sword from its sheathe on his belt to his free hand, the other already occupied by his lightsaber. "No matter how many heretics and fools we must carve our path through, we will reach Carnifex. Follow me, we end this war today! For the Sith!"

With a battle cry of "For the Sith!" on each of their tongues the handful of troopers from the shuttle charged after Alisteri as he sprinted forward, barely two squads charging towards an army as other Inquisition transports raced towards them to deposit their own forces onto the damaged city's ground.

Darth Vyle · Mar 14, 2023

Objective II: The Monks
Tags:

Zetrove
Equipment: Darth Vyle's lightsaber

She understood now.

Darth Vyle knew what they were.

The ancient texts spoke of the Force dyad. They were as much Sith legend as Jedi reality. The ancient Sith Lords had forged such dyads with their apprentices, forging rules of two long before Bane and his Order were the norm. But such bonds were exceedingly rare; and that made these two Jedi imminently dangerous. Yet, in that danger was opportunity.

Her blade had collided with the male Jedi's moments before he vanished and was replaced by his partner. But Vyle did not remain still as the Jedi woman phased through her; as a Nightsister, she had seen more than her fair share of strange techniques, and would not be staggered by such a simple trick. Her Speed of the Toocha was just as potent and fast as the woman's Force speed.

Combined with a Force-enhanced jump, it enabled her to leap above the woman's slash, flip over her, and land with the grace of a cat on the other side. "Your bond is strong," she said, facing the woman. "But even your shared strength has its weaknesses."

In fact, one might even argue their shared strength was their weakness.

Holding her blade aloft, poised to defend herself should the need arise, Darth Vyle began to pull at the Force energy in the woman's body. Pull it towards her, into her, which would revitalize her and dramatically increase her strength should her ploy succeed. Only, it would not just be the Jedi woman's power she drew from. Since the two were likely a dyad, his strength would be pulled from him too.

A power like life itself, indeed.

Kahlil Noble · Mar 15, 2023

The Cyborg was more than what he expected, huh?

Kahlil frowned a little as he felt the clamp around his ankle. The Force was the only thing keeping it from shattering under the mechanical grip, but with the Cyborg encased enough in the ice, the Jedi brought his blade around with the simple intention of cutting the leg off. At least at first. His eyes narrowed at the sudden draining sensation. The Witch, then? Not just the Witch. The Force moved as another seemed to involve themselves.

"Alright."

The Witch, the Cyborg, and the Stranger.

At least they were focusing on the pair of Jedi rather than slaughtering the Aing-Tii. Silver linings. He didn't need to tell Valery anything. Their intentions, their goals, they were as clear as day to each other. In an instant the two again swapped, Valery now within the grasp of the Cyborg, and Kahlil now in the draining embrace of the Witch.

Right where they both excelled at dealing with better. Kahlil's free hand caught the stream of energy just as a new rune flashed. A far different rune from the Sith runes he'd built this off of.

"You're right." She wanted to drain their power? He flooded it with the Light, and bound that stream to his palm. "Unfortunately."

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