Skirmish Twilight Duel: Raid on Tython | Lightsworn vs Dark Side Elite

[Bernard]

Jedi Strike Team Tanith​	Hostile Dark Empire Elements​
Bernard	Darth Bellum
Stennis Fel	Vorm
Nova Dainlei	Kree
Tydeus of Tion	Brutalis
Kornon	Onrai
	Sinestra

(table does not reflect match-ups)

Briefing

-08:51
Lightsworn HQ, Ashina Estate

“I know we’re all eager to retake Tython, but listen up.

“I have been able to track the Dark Side Elite’s foremost Seer, Sinestra , to Tython. Her ability to peer into the Force to see the future makes her a highly valuable asset to the Empire, and a dangerous threat to us. If we want to ensure success in our future engagements with the enemy, taking her out must be one of our top priorities. With our enemy blinded, taking them down will be much easier.

“Now, she will be residing at the former Jedi Temple at Akar Kesh. We have reports that the Temple has been converted into some sort of monument to the Sith. This cannot stand. While our primary objective will be to kill Sinestra, our secondary objective is to deal as much damage to the temple as we can. Collateral damage to the enemy is acceptable. Do what you must.

“Sinestra will be located near the outskirts of the temple grounds, making her vulnerable. We’re expecting a detachment of Dark Siders to be accompanying her, so this won’t be a simple five-on-one termination. Kornon , I want you to keep an eye on Nova Dainlei for me, and Stennis Fel , you’re looking out for Tydeus of Tion . You’re not shackled to each other, but try to stay close and watch each other’s backs. I’ll be right behind you.

“We’ll be facing extreme resistance deep in enemy territory, so a fast and effective strike is critical to mission success. Get in, do the damage, and get out. We don’t want a prolonged battle taking place if we can help it.

“Remember, Akar Kesh is now hostile territory. Even if it was once a home for some of us, we cannot be slowed down by sentimental attachments. What was destroyed can be rebuilt, but they can’t bring back their dead. So get in, hit them hard, and get out with your lives.”

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Zero Hour

+01:13
Ruins of Akar Kesh (Akar Tsis), Tython

Darkness choked Tython like a vice. The creatures of the wood lingered in deep shadow, too frightened to face the desolation wrought by the Dark Empire. A once beautiful world, scarcely rebuilt in the wake of the Core’s Reclamation, shattered again by the senseless hate of the Dark Side.

Already, those chosen to strike at the heart of the Dark Lord’s circle leave a trail of dead in their wake. This attack demanded pinpoint precision. Those unfortunate few who stumbled into the path of the Sword found their lives cut short in a flash. Bernard had hand selected them. Stennis, Nova, Tydeus, and Kornon. They were field-tested on Dromuund Kaas, capable hands in the face of great danger.

Their blades lit the path to the Dark Seer.

The temple halls gave way to open hills as the strike team wove through forgotten animal trails in a blur. They sailed through the night unfettered by the mundane, guided by ethereal winds not lost on Tython’s desolate surface.

Sinestra awaited them at the top of an isolated hill. Shaded stones rotated around her perch, dimly lit by a moon half-hidden in darkness. Silhouettes stood around her–the final barrier between the Dark Seer and her demise.

A series of snap-hisses cut through the silence of the night as the forces of Light ignited their sabers and launched themselves into the fray against the agents of Darkness.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

He came on as one of these knights of the light, black armored and sullen-eyed in contrast to their splendor. Where they shone like beacons, he churned as a storm, dark but for flashes of lightning.

And yet what flashes they were.

He stayed within a few feet of Stennis Fel heeding Arca’s instructions.

And then they were up the hill and figures in the darkness moved to meet them. Tydeus clutched a lightsaber of yellow in his fist like a sword fashioned from a star itself and it burned away the shadows where he strode. When he moved, he moved with the raw fluidity and unpredictability of Shii-Cho, as though he’d received instruction in it from a master for a decade. Yet it had not even been six months since he joined the Lightsworn.

And none of them had taught him Shii-Cho.

The movements, meant for a lightsaber, felt familiar to one who trained as he had with a sword since birth.

Moreover, his senses had awakened. He could now feel the torment roiling in his chest, the open wound in the Force itself. He had some grasp of what it meant, though still only a boy of 18.

Deny him.

Underestimate him.

He came on all the same, a whirlwind of vengeance made manifest.

 

[Brutalis]

Sinestra awaited them at the top of an isolated hill. Shaded stones rotated around her perch, dimly lit by a moon half-hidden in darkness. Silhouettes stood around her–the final barrier between the Dark Seer and her demise.

A series of snap-hisses cut through the silence of the night as the forces of Light ignited their sabers and launched themselves into the fray against the agents of Darkness.

" Just as you predicted Sinestra !" Brutalis gaped from behind the strange helmet that he wore at nearly all times while bonded orbalisk armor. His breathing was rapid, a constant side effect of all the chemicals and drugs that the parasites pumped through him 24/7. Like a rabid dog he was amped before belief and ready to gorge himself on the flesh of these new Lightsworn rivals.

Towering over the seer, even though he stood directly behind her, Brutalis growled as the approach of lightsabers arrived. Keen vision served him well and the inner stirrings of the orbalisks began causing him to drool in thick sticky ropes that sloshed into the floor beneath them. The moment felt like it took ages and irritated Brutalis to no end.

He wanted combat now.
He wanted glory now.
He wanted to feast now.

" Jee'dai's come out and play!" His voice boomed through the structures and space between the convert Jedi temple of Akar Kesh. " You will all be fodder after I am done with you all!"

Tags Jedi: Bernard Tydeus of Tion Stennis Fel Nova Dainlei Kornon
Tags Sith: Onrai Kree Vorm Darth Bellum

 

[Sinestra]

The leaves ruffled with whispers of retribution. Up above in the night sky, the lone moon of Bogan stood a dark vigil over the corrupted world of Tython. In the shadows of its eclipse, the champions of light marched onwards.

Sinestra had seen this vision a thousand times, each time only barely different; the position of the moon, the wind, the smell in the air. She should have not been surprised. She weaved through events, some as mundane as shifting a bedrock on the temple, to align the timeline to one singular future — the Emperor’s Grand Design.

And here they were without Kyric, Son of the Sword. The prized jewel of the Light to be corrupted and placed atop the crown that would rule a galaxy shaped anew from its ashes. Sat cross-legged, in deep meditation, and with eyes shut close, her nose wrinkled with contempt; reality had deceived her.

Swallowing the bitterness, she spoke, “I have been expecting you.” her voice was calm, but to the perceptive ears the small hints of anger could be caught.

“Bernard of Arca.” her father of her past life had told her stories of the Arkanian and of the fellowship that included the late Sword of the Jedi Ryv Karis, Auteme, the Treicolts and so on; the few that had dared to fight the Sith and found the New Jedi Order.

“Your chose the path of exile, but instead of it bringing you enlightenment that your skills are no match for the power of the dark side, you have only returned further foolishly convinced in your cause.” she said, mockery dripping off the edge of her tongue. Those that took the mantle of the Sword often teetered close to the thin divide between light and dark, yet never crossed. A heavy burden few could bear.

A folly. For the dark side granted unimaginable power to those that dared to touch it. Sinestra, herself, had finally killed her past with the slaying of her former master Romi Jade.

“But among you are those standing on the precipice of great power… of the dark side.” her mindeye’s gaze scanned the Jedi assailants until it fixated upon a raven-haired man born in purple ( Tydeus of Tion ): a world consumed by flames burned within every fabric of his body and mind, within his very existence. She reached out through the Force to fuel his desire for vengeance and bring to the forefront of his mind the anger and hate simmering deep within his conviction, tempting him to the tremendous power of the dark side.

“Convert those you can, kill those you cannot.” Sinestra ordered the group of Dark Jedi.

The Emperor’s will be done.

Tags Jedi: Bernard Tydeus of Tion Stennis Fel Nova Dainlei Kornon
Tags Dark Jedi/Sith: Onrai Kree Vorm Darth Bellum Brutalis
((DO NOT WAIT FOR MY POSTS, they just occasional flavor and small curveballs)

 

[Bernard]

Halsia Myr had met her end a long time ago at the hands of the Dark Jedi. Now her killer would be brought to justice under the pale moonlight of Tython's twin moons.

Everything about the mission had gone as planned so far. They'd cut through the temple outskirts, leaving a trail of dead bodies and defaced Sith iconography in their wake, and had made it to their primary target ahead of schedule. She had sequestered herself to the top of a hill right outside the main temple premises, breaking her deep meditation the moment the Jedi's blades snap-hissed to life. Or perhaps just before they did.

"That's her. Top of the hill! Stay focused and don't break formation. She's not alone," Bernard's voice rose above the Jedi's footfalls.

Bernard tightened his grip on the twin vibroblades he held. He would have preferred to have the cyan glow of his saber add to that of his strike team, but that blade had been lost on Coruscant. Conventional, cortosis-weave enhanced steel had to make due. He brandished the blades, crossing them in anticipation of attacks as they advanced towards the foot of the hill.

“I have been expecting you.”

“Bernard of Arca.”

“You chose the path of exile, but instead of it bringing you enlightenment that your skills are no match for the power of the dark side, you have only returned further foolishly convinced in your cause.”

Sinestra's mockery found no purchase in Bernard's mind. The path ahead was singularly clear and allowed no deviations. At its end was her corpse left behind on the hill, and his Lightsworn disappeared into the shadows.

“But among you are those standing on the precipice of great power… of the dark side.”

Bernard shot a brief glance toward Tydeus, then Nova.

"Your empty words will not save you from the despair that our blades bring," Bernard called toward the top of the hill. "All traitors will know death this day!"

He picked his first target, allowing the Force to guide his judgement. To his surprise, it turned out to be little more than a silhouette the Force drew him to. Even with the enhanced sight of an Arkanian, he could make out little about them. They descended down the hill, formless but full of malice, and Bernard came to meet them at the tip of the Jedi's spear.

Fellow actor in the scene (opp): Kree
Jedi Strike Team: Stennis Fel Nova Dainlei Kornon Tydeus of Tion
Hostiles: Darth Bellum Sinestra Vorm Brutalis Onrai​

 

[Onrai]

Onrai herself had more than sensed the arrival of the Lightsworn band when they had come to the world. This was a temple she had created, a place put together for the Emperor whose elaborate channels of crystal and water rendered iridescent and having a focusing effect on those who yet meditated on the Dark Side here. She was, herself, past such simple things, but it had benefitted her and the Emperor had appreciated it, for what it was worth. So it was that her shadowed form yet stood, intending to strike back against the tempestuous Jedi - in particular, the one who had been identified as putting up the petition-like placard on the side of the temple that had been the start of this whole ordeal.

As the Imperials descended from the temple, Onrai chose to wait patiently, to see which of the foolish Jedi chose to come up and pursue her. With her presence next to the Force Nexus, this meant she could do more - so much more. In time, she would deal with Bernard, but for now, she would simply wait patiently to see which of the advancing Jedi would yet choose to make their move.

"You could do a better job of putting up posters without damaging the temple." She said in a chastising tone to Bernard as he advanced.

Allies: Darth Bellum Sinestra Vorm Brutalis Kree
Enemies: Stennis Fel Nova Dainlei Kornon Tydeus of Tion Bernard
Focus on: ???

 

[Kree]

"You could do a better job of putting up posters without damaging the temple."

"Step aside, rat," Kree spat at Onrai. He stepped past the self-identified demigod with an audible sneer. His mask kept his features hidden from view, and the vocabulator acted as an added layer of defense in identification.

Onrai's words belonged to a creature of such self-importance that the Dark Jedi mentally chided himself for not enacting his plans sooner. Such an abomination left the taste of death and decay in the back of his throat, like rotted meat left out in the hot sun for far too long. They alone were reason enough for his mission.

The litany of walking corpses at the base of the hill added five more.

Molten-red burst from his saber's emitter and liquid plasma set the grass ablaze. The lightsaber crackled for a few brief seconds before the blade stabilized. It burned a deep vermillion and gave off an overwhelming aura of heat.

He approached Bernard a well of cold malice, an uncomfortable juxtaposition to the masked killer's blade.

"Your predecessor had about as much decorum, if I recall. Empty displays of courage in the face of your ever-worsening reality." Kree's words were laced with subtle applications of the Force meant to nudge the Arkanian toward his darkest depths–to the well of dark power left untapped by the stalwart Jedi Knight.

"There is no escaping the night, Bernard of Arca. When your best and brightest disappear behind their flippant lies and shattered dreams, you will find yourself alone. Again."

Kree flickered. His being erupted into a fast moving, inky shadow. The mass of darkness ripped toward Bernard under the cover of night, but the saber burned bright. It flashed toward Bernard's neck in a horizontal strike meant to decapitate the Sword-Reforged, only for the Dark Jedi to draw back away from his opponent's blade, revealing his feint, to launch a series of three quick thrusts to gauge the one-eyed Jedi's guard.

Opposition: Bernard
Mentions: Onrai

 

[Bernard]

Morgan + ZERO​

There it was, the blade that bore his name. The shadowed wielder swung high from the side.

Bernard slowed his advance, turning so he faced his opponent side-on, and raised his blade to alter the oncoming saber's path enough to go over his head, already preparing for a follow-up strike from the opposite direction, when his attacker revealed his true intent.

In the blink of an eye, the Dark Jedi withdrew the crimson blade. His stance shifted, lead foot withdrawing enough to allow the transition into a thrust. A feint, followed by an adroit strike that seemed less final in its intent than it did testing. Recognition came quick, the style of his opponent was a mirror to his own.

In that same moment as his foe withdrew the saber, Bernard already began to adjust the position of his feet. His back-foot slid farther behind his back, and when the crimson blade shot forward, he shifted his weight back. His left vibroblade came up to impose itself between the crimson saber and his body.

"Empty courage turns to hubris," Bernard replied. "I know neither."

Another thrust followed, and Bernard, front-leg free to move as his weight had shifted back, now slid his front-foot back, using the back-foot as an anchor. He stepped out of the second thrust's path, still holding his own blade up in case the thrust transitioned into a swide-ways swing.

The third thrust came soon after, and once more, Bernard stepped backward to neutralize the threat it posed to him, but this time he did not let his blade idly sit between his body and the crimson saber. Instead, he struck forward, in an attempt to catch the blade on a perpendiular angle as it reached the thrust's zenith. With an extended arm, the perpendicular strike might knock its wielder into a brief recovery window.

It was that window which Bernard meant to exploit.

"Night may fall."

The moment the vibroblade made contact with the saber, sending sparks flying into the night, he added an offensive component to his defense. While he pushed away his foe's saber using the left blade, he swung low with his right blade.

The attack came low, right at waist-height. As it came from his right, which was turned away from his opponent, the reach proved to be rather limited, but the attack wasn't intended to cut deep. At most, if his aim was true, he'd manage a glancing blow with the blade's tip.

Following the exchange's conclusion, Bernard made two large strides down the hill, away from the Dark Jedi. He never exposed anything more than his side as he settled into a ready stance again. Left blade pointed forward, right blade held close in parallel and resting on his vambrace. Where the metal touched, a quiet hum emerged as the vambrance's metal reacted to the vibroblade's vibrations.

"But I do not fear it, for dawn inevitably follows. Always."

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Fellow Actor: Kree​

 

[Nova Dainlei]

Blades of red shadowed over the advancing Jedi.

This was simply another test. Just like the trials back on Jakku. Just like Coruscant. It was all preparation for a greater purpose. One that he could not see yet. Meditation was a powerful tool, but only if one knew how to harness it. The padawan's visions were still...blurry, to say the least. Only slight glimpses were shown of what was to come. They appeared mostly as frightening.

Shattering star...

Ancient discovery...

Reconnection with family...

Burning village...

Cloak of shadows...

Death of father...
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His sleep was plagued with these thoughts. They were becoming too much to handle. But he had to face his fears, just like Master Jade had taught him to. Being here, on Tython, showed him that if you let the darkness take control, everything engulfed by it will suffer. So, the boy stomached his fears and followed the other Jedi into combat. His yellow lightsaber crackled lowly with a slight static tone to it. As if it was pulling energy out of thin air. The stance he held was defensive. No reason to rush in headstrong when there were better approaches to be taken. Study one's opponent before engaging.

But the luxury of time was not on his side. Bernard dashed forward like a bolt lightning, engaging the Sith. The other Jedi quickly made their moves out well. Raising up his lightsaber, the boy readied himself, preparing to attack.

Jedi: Bernard | Stennis Fel | Tydeus of Tion | Kornon
Sith: Darth Bellum | Vorm | Kree | Brutalis | Onrai | Sinestra
Opponent: Marcis Sorr

 

[Vorm]

Raid on Tython

Writing with: Stennis Fel
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Slowly but surely the terrorizer established himself within the ranks of the Emperor's Dark Side Elite, recently having gathered new scars on Orsis and Coruscant. Often finding themselves on Tython to see through the endless dark deeds that furthered their Empire's agenda, the Dark Side Elite operated with malice and efficiency under the corrupting fog of Bogan. Emboldened by the unholy Sight of Sinestra , their group prospered.

Standing behind his fellow Elite on the hill, Vorm rolls his wrists, the sound of cracking bones disturbing the twilight silence. Clad in a battle-scarred poncho and his usual sack-hood, Vorm looks up at Sinestra atop the hill. Nodding both in silent understanding and in farewell, the Vorm turns his back upon the group and departs, relying upon the others to hold the ones foretold by the Seer's vision at bay while he completes the task thrust upon him.

With pace and determination he strides toward a nearby patch of forest, within which Vorm's mule of a light freighter rested, a crudely remodeled and transformed Allanar N3. Swatting away vines and thick green leaves, the tall brute is swallowed by the shadows of the forest. He walks quickly up the ramp and past Jedi artifacts packed tightly in the cargo compartments. The rumble of sub-light engines escapes the cover of the forest, heralding the imminent escape of the Vorm.
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Bernard Tydeus of Tion Brutalis Sinestra Onrai Kree Nova Dainlei ​

 

[Stennis Fel]

P E N I T E N T
THE LIGHTSWORN
Battle Armor | Eta-11x Interceptor | Lightsaber
LS | Tydeus of Tion
SE | Vorm

GARDENIA​

The Bastion Imperial remnant had certainly added a well needed compliment to the Lightsworn's ability to project force and power rapidly in their area of operation. While Stennis's fleet was meager in comparison to the Dark Imperial armadas that ruled in the shadow of the Dark Lord Solipsis, they were a well disciplined picket, able to re-deploy and slip out in rapid succession. He had landed his interceptor not far from the drop point, taking the rest of the movement toward the Sith dismounted on foot, taking some time to conceal the craft before he delved into the thick greenery of Tython.

Every step of this world, as much as it was the heart of Ashla, a pillar of light in the Galaxy, the origin point of the Force at its purest, in many facets, it felt like an unholy, haunted place. Not only had it been despoiled and conquered by the Sith...but o too did it carry the reverberating echoes of his father's untimely death. He was without the death mask of Fel, but otherwise donned his battered Imperial Knight plate with the black cloak strewn over it, doing well enough to conceal him from the naked eye through the thick greenery of the forest before he eventually took in the sight of the Sith's freighter. He lowered himself to the knee, narrowing his eyes as he peered about the clearing for any surrounding sentries, any clue as to who the ship's owner was. Reaching behind his waist, he retrieved his masque, clasping it over his features with a foreboding gaze cast toward the Sith vessel.

He then spoke into the embedded comms, his frequency intended for Tydeus, the other forlorn soul to which he had been seemingly vested with some tutelage of. <"Tydeus...I've pinged my present position. Make way here. The Sith have begun to- wait."> He said, halting his speech as he saw Vorm make a bee line for the freighter's open loading ramp, closing it behind him. Without another word, Stennis rose to his feet began a pursuit of the vessel. He honed in on his movements and breathing, closing the distance with well enough time before the ion thrusters ignited with a violent
whirr of the engines that knocked him into the dirt. He propped himself unto his elbows before he aimed his vambrace toward the side of the freighter, firing a grappling line that pinned itself into the durasteel, lifting him from the ground along with the ship's ascent.

He then closed the distance with a function of his vambrace before he grasped the edge of the wing, doggedly crawling along the hull of the vessel before soon enough, Vorm would see Stennis crawl unto the canopy of the vessel, through the death mask of Fel, his eyes glinted with some argent before locking unto the Sith pilot. His eyes scrawled over the glasteel view point, honing in on its weakest point before he slammed a gloved fist into the surface, causing a rippling shatter along the glass. His other hand tightly grasped ahold of the vessel as his fist slammed into the ship again...and again. He was going to bring it down with his bare hands if he had to.

 

[Teket]

Teket had been completely taken aback when the Dark Lord (he still didn't really know who the guy was) had decided to leave Coruscant. Weren't they in some kind of battle? Maybe he had just been making a statement and had finally gotten bored. Teket had been unable to ask, and it was doubtful the powerful man knew Ewokese. It seemed none of these people knew it, so far as Teket knew. He was, however, getting a little better at picking up their language.

Having followed them back to this place, which was apparently called "Tython," Teket had largely been left alone. It was odd that nobody seemed to question why he was there. He had tried approaching a few to ask if they could teach him about their magic power, but again the language barrier got in the way. That, and they pretty much just ignored him.

And so, Teket shuffled along toward what felt like a particularly strong presence of magic. He had no idea what it was. There did seem to be some kind of commotion going on, though, so he just stayed out of the way and waited, watching to see what would happen.

TAGS: OPEN
Onrai​

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Atop the hill…

The heads up display in Tydeus’ helmet pulsed, scrolling coordinates for the location Stennis Fel sent him. The boy’s eyes pulled toward the tree line, where one among the Dark Siders had broken free in a run.

Should he…?

Then words pulled his attention back as every Dark Sider atop the hill seemed to converge at once, all eyes on Bernard . Tydeus felt cold fingers around his heart. If he left, would the man be overwhelmed by their numbers. The boy grit his teeth, gaze switching between the tree line, Bernard, and back again.

He could not let the man who brought him in to this light sworn brotherhood be overcome.

”Lord Fel, there’s four-“ A strange Ewok toddled into view, “Five of them on the hill.“

Tydeus held his blade before him.

“Engaged here. How many at your position?”

The boy in black armor, a strange sword shoved into a scabbard on his back, circled toward one of the figures as another sprinted forward and attacked Bernard.

Fixing on one of the Dark Siders, Tydeus thrust for her middle with his yellow lightsaber, the tip humming for her body.

Engaging: Onrai
Separated from: Stennis Fel

 

[Vorm]

Raid on Tython

Writing with: Stennis Fel
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Dressed in the noise of roaring engines the ugly freighter rose from the cover of the forest, breaking free of the dense foliage. Hunched over the dashboard, the former Ren fought with the controls as many of the emergency lights lit up in the cockpit. Combined with the nightfall and the weight of the cargo, it wasn’t the easiest of take-offs.

Vorm slams a fist on one of the rectangular buttons, and the front-facing lights of the freighter spew light over the hills and fields ahead, revealing a sleeping wilderness. Right as the brute would stabilize the ship to hover above the trees below, a cacophonous crack reverberates through the very frame of the vessel. Looking up, he sees the silver silhouette of an armored warrior, blocking out the full moon, locked firmly onto the ship from the outside. Repeatedly this apparition begins smashing a fist into the fractured glass; struggling, Vorm swears under his breath, flashes of red, white and blue cutting through the dark interior, illuminating his features from below. He reaches over the dashboard and grabs a simple blaster in his right hand. He looks back over toward the ramp, then back at the flashing lights, then up at this demon of the night, realizing the severity of the situation right as the viewport gives in and shatters above him.

The sharp glass showers Vorm with pain as he shields his eyes from damage. With nothing left to do, he yanks on the controls and engages full throttle, the freighter breaking into a violent ascent. Barely holding onto his seat by the control rod, he turns back toward the armored man and attempts to unleash a series of shots in his general direction.​

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Bernard Tydeus of Tion Brutalis Sinestra Onrai Kree Nova Dainlei Teket ​

 

[Marcis Sorr]

Seers. Tsk. Marcis had no doubt that Sinestra knew of his presence - or at the very least, that she would have known had he been a threat. Fortunately for his sanity, he had no quarrel with her.

Exhaling calmly, he allowed himself a soft smile. His less subtle kindred were more than enough to obscure his presence. Especially on this most wondrous of worlds - the roiling tides of darkness were lovely by themselves, but seeing them grind against the sparks of light the intruders' represented? That made it all the more meaningful.

The Light was the whetstone upon which the Dark was sharpened... and vice versa.

He, too, had his part to play. After a moment's consideration, his gaze fixed on a human teenager. As yet unengaged. It was time to see whether he would be sharpened by conflict or ground to dust like so many others.

Marcis hoped it would be the former. The Galaxy needed more warriors.

Still, it would not do to waste time with someone incompetent. With a flourish of his wrist and a soft 'pop', a metallic pellet was launched towards the young man's sternum. At this range, it should be dodgeable.

If not? Good riddance. Seeking conflict without a well-honed danger sense was practically begging for a mercy kill.

Opponent: Nova Dainlei​

 

[Stennis Fel]

P E N I T E N T
THE LIGHTSWORN
Battle Armor | Eta-11x Interceptor | Lightsaber
LS | Tydeus of Tion
SE | Vorm

GARDENIA​

A groan of exertion left him as the Acolyte veered the freighted into a harsh ascension, his grip strength tested beyond his human physiology as he tightly grasped at the edge of the canopy, gritting his teeth beneath the mask before eventually his grip gave, a quick instinctual shot of the vambrace keeping him pinned to the starship before he closed the distance and crawled his way back to the open canopy. With one hand grasping a protrusion of durasteel greebling along the vessel's bow.

As he reared up into Vorm's sight again, a volley of blaster shots fired out toward him, a couple of them biting into his chestpiece, the Knight gritting his teeth before held out his right hand, pulling the saber from his waist to his grasp. A click of the activation sent it alight with a cool hiss of argent emerging from the hilt.

He then leaned forward, slicing at the control panel of the freighter, sending the stabilizers and thrusters of the vessel haywite as it lost all guidance from the pilot's input, its rapid ascension rearing back down toward Tython's surface with a creak and roar of the ion thrusters, the curvature of the planet growing wider as it began an uneasy course back toward the surface, Stennis deflecting any further bolts before he surged into the canopy of the freighter, hoping to use the hull to absorb the impact the pair would see upon landing as he rolled into the open cargo bay behind Vorm, grasping unto a load handle as he readied for impact, hoping well enough that brute would be slain in the crash but otherwise prepared to dispatch of him regardless.

 

[Darth Bellum]

BELLUM CONTRA OMNES
[ Theme ]

| Location | Desecrated Temple, Tython​

| Purpose | To be determined​

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Bellum's cloaked form stood amidst the center of a devastated temple, a stray beam of light illuminating the dark figure through a crack in the ceiling, a glint reflecting off the holocron he held in his hand as he seemed to be contemplating something.​

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A small squad of soldiers had been busy salvaging the temple for supplies, having carried crates to an open area within the temple. Their armor was cracked and showed signs of numerous battle, but all bore the symbol of the 13th Umbral Legion - Bellum's finest and most lethal soldiers. A lone officer approached Bellum with their rifle tucked under their arm, using their free hand to strike their chest as a salute. Their armor was dented and worn, evidence of a seasoned veteran as the cracks that were present in it seemed to ooze, the ambiance of the temple disrupted by their heavily vocoded voice, " My Lord. Scouts have reported sightings of Jedi on the surface. Shall we engage? "​

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Bellum contemplated in silence as his hollow gaze fell upon the holocron in his hand, turning it in his grasp as he seemed unbothered and uninterested by the report. His response came in his hushed, grating voice. " Salvage what supplies we may make use of and disengage if the Jedi choose to be so bold to pursue. I will handle them if they become a nuisance. You are dismissed Captain Malthus. " The soldier bowed his head and nodded in silence, taking a step back before turning around and raising their head to relay their master's orders. Bellum would firmly grasp the holocron in hand as his fingers began to cave it in, metal groaning under the stress as a few sparks flashed from it before the holocron dimmed before it slid to clatter off the ground.​

Kornon
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[Onrai]

Enemy: Tydeus of Tion
Associate: Teket

Onrai looked over at the Ewok that had made his way to the planet. What's one of these things doing here? She pondered to herself, before attempting to speak directly to the being's mind. Come closer. I will not harm you - and I could perhaps use your aid if you know the old magics of night. Though her mind was in one place, her body was yet focused on theyoung man whose blade sought to clash with her. Hands pulled into her inky essence and withdrew a sword nearly as midnight black as her own being, the motion of withdrawal deflecting the lightsaber as she held the old weapon, prepared to use it as needed. Something was very... wrong? Off? Unusual, that was it. Unusual about the one who close to clash with her.

"I feel it in you." She said. "For one who appears to be aligned with the Light, anger and hatred yet drive you further. The Anti-Force is strong with you - stronger than I've ever seen in any man or woman. Why fight that which can help you understand what you wield?" She asked. Her blade was still at the ready, but Onrai believed that perhaps approaching the attacker from another perspective could possibly prove a better means of neutralizing him as a threat.

In truth, he was particularly intriguing.

 

[Vorm]

Raid on Tython

Writing with: Stennis Fel
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His body a slave to the chaotic forces wreaking havoc within the cockpit of the falling vessel, Vorm couldn’t help but witness the destruction of the control panel as he was swept to the back of the ship, thrown by violent momentum against the closed ramp. With a loud grunt he collided with the back of the ship, seeing this argent warrior also bracing for the inevitable impact further up the bridge.

Fighting only with an ugly grimace and a steady grip of a few cables within reach, Vorm growled as the freighter catasrophically smashed into one of the many downslopes of rural Tython. Cutting through the fog of the early night, the vessel first bounded off the earth, then slid down the naked hill, sparking flames beneath the surrounding shrubbery as it travelled onward. Growing fires spead in the cool darkness.

Coming to amid suffocating smoke and the metallic smell of leaking hyperfuel, Vorm finds himself within one of the cargo compartments of the ship, which the forces of nature contorted beyond repair; half the cargo obliterated, the other half scattered along the impact vector. Battered and bruised, the barbaric Vorm throws a slab of heavy metal off of his chest. In defiance of defeat, combating the pain of his body, he pulls himself to his feet. Given unholy rage and sustenance by the Emperor, he walks out from inside the smoking belly of the destroyed freighter, fire bending around him as the crimson of his lightsaber violates his environment.
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Bernard Tydeus of Tion Brutalis Sinestra Onrai Kree Nova Dainlei Teket Darth Bellum ​

 

[Kornon]

Darth Bellum
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Another darkness lured him. His mission was to destroy the Seer, and yet the Force drew him elsewhere; he heeded its call, even as he was forced to leave young Dainlei. But he had visions as well -- he saw the boy emerging from the battle, if not unscathed, at the very least alive.

What he saw ahead of him was troubling. It fed on the Lightsworn's conviction and Dark Side Elite's rage alike, their clash fuelling the being that lay ahead. A name from his youth flashed into his mind -- Darth Bellum, a lord of war, patron of those who courted it. Kornon had never met Bellum, but his work was written across the galaxy, interspersed flashes of brutality and horror.

No Sith should exist, but Bellum was among those who especially deserved oblivion. Kornon forged forwards to provide it.

The temple was stripped raw, every symbol of the Jedi or their predecessors torn down, the Dark seeping into the ancient stones. It grated at Kornon, seeing a place of such beauty brought low. His senses brought him through the winding maze of outer corridors and into the main chamber, delivering him from the soldiers who scurried about, looting the place.

There, in the centre, a dark blight on the light shining in from above. His presence muted the entire room, and though he looked the part of a man, he carried himself with the weight of something greater.

Still other soldiers moved about. Kornon announced himself regardless. "Darth Bellum," he said. "Flee now, or your war ends here."