Tython: Raid on the Jedi Archives

[Soliath Devin Talith]

@[member="Velok"]
For the next few seconds all that Diana could feel was pain. She had of course never experienced force drain, nor had she felt the touch of force lightning or really any darkside attack, so when the tendrils of Force Drain struck her Diana felt torment as she had never before.

A piercing scream of pain, anger, and defiance pierced the silence of the forest. Diana couldn't help herself, her voice escaped her and the shrill cry of desperation ran through the air. She could feel the very life being sucked away from her. The bones within her body hurt, the muscles under her skin became fatigued, and the pale orange luster of her eyes seemed to grow dimmer by the seconds. She became weak, weaker than she had ever felt before. It was as if all she was was being taken away from her.

The grip on her left hand failed her and the lightsaber fell to the floor with a soft thud. The grip on her right blade was failing equally so, but as desperation within her mind clawed to the surface she came to a realization. This was life or death, he would kill her without a second thought, and if she did not act...Diana would die.

With the last of her strength Diana lashed out, she twisted her wrist turning her lightsaber downwards towards the Whiphid. It was a quick and deadly attack, one that any Jedi was loathe to use.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Velok's eyes blazed, genuinely blazed, blue radiance like the Bando Gora priest whose memories he'd devoured once upon a time. Her life energy was a breath of fresh air, and though he couldn't stand, his focus isolated itself to one moment in time, one precise position.

Her lightsabre met his hand and stayed there.

Energy crackled around his palm and between his two huge fingers -- efflux from the plasma, distortions in the field which contained it. The lightsabre hissed and whined like a Jedi Councillor getting spanked by logic. His hand tightened around the blade as he siphoned away all its energy, draining the power cell.

That energy became an undifferentiated shockwave.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

@[member="Velok"]
There was no counter attack this time, no clever dodge, no attack, nothing came from Diana this time. All she could do was get struck by the massive shockwave that Velok threw her way, and when it struck her it hurt. She flew halfway across the clearing, not knowing how to make herself stop or how to remedy the situation in anyway. The young padawan only came to a halt when a happy tree got in her way.

With a heavy thud and the sound of broken wood Diana slammed into one of the tree trunks that lined the clearing. Blood immediately projected itself from her mouth spilling down the front of her robes and staining the lower half of her face. The broken and drained lightsaber fell from her grasp as she slid down the length of the tree, thudding onto the ground as ungracefully as a whale falling from the sky.

She lay there for the duration of a heartbeat, unmoving and seemingly dead to the world.

Then she twitched, first her hand, then her arm, and eventually her entire body. Diana clutched a tuft of grass within her left hand. She struggled against the tiredness of her body, against the pain of her surely broken bones, against the crying out of her deflated lung. An aura of pure pain flew all around her, and yet slowly the young Jedi began to rise to her feet. Every single inch was a struggle, every new centimeter of height she gained was like climbing a mountain.

The aura of pain surrounding her disappeared, replaced by a shine of the force. As she came to her feet, soaked in blood and clothes torn apart the force seemed to flow from her like a song. Her face was one of utter defiance...though against the Whiphid Sith Master it seemed utterly pathetic.

Diana knew she couldn't let the alien get away, she had to keep trying. She had always been apathetic. Her teachers had called her lazy, unwilling to learn, a procrastinator, and everything else that fit the definition of what she quite honestly was. Yet she knew she had to keep this Sith from leaving the planet. She overcame her apathy and found purpose, she would stop this creature, even with a broken body.

Diana slowly placed her right foot forward, desperate to keep on fighting.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

He dragged himself upright, three-clawed hand clamped to the wing of the Aleph near where she'd damaged it. The cockpit was still open, and the pilot droid obligingly folded himself away. Velok gripped the edge of the cockpit, grunted, and hoisted his only foot up to to the recessed step. Instinct turned his head. He hung, almost comically, against the side of the fighter, and stared in moderate disbelief at the standing padawan. The repulsorlifts rose in pitch. "You've taken your pound of flesh from a Dark Lord, and still you keep coming?" Maybe she could hear him over the machine, maybe not. "Have a taste of permanent change, then, girl. Learn what it is to be crippled." This was not his first amputation.

A sliver of the Darkstaff rose from his belt and shot at her, without appreciable gesture. He grunted again and hoisted himself into the cockpit, finally achieving crucitorn.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

@[member="Velok"]
Diana simply did not have the energy to strike back or even defend herself. The draining of the force and the hit of the tree trunk had damaged her beyond what even a Knight should be able to handle, so it was with a great listlessness that the darkstaff struck her.

The brown sliver of metal bit into Diana's shoulder, stabbing through her and almost instantly pinning her to the tree-trunk. The young womans eyes shot open and another yelp of pain escaped past her lips. As a reaction Diana reached up and grabbed the piece of metal. Before she could yank it out however another spike of pain ran through her. This time however the pain did not come for her body, it did not hit her nerves or muscles or bones, it came for her mind.

The effects of the Darkstaff struck into her mind. It screamed, bit, and tore at her consciousness aiming to take her for itself. Diana began to wrestle with herself, her body beginning to spasm as it began to fight itself for control.

It took every ounce of strength that she had, yet finally she managed to wrest the sliver of Darkstaff from her shoulder. She tore the piece of metal from her body and tossed it aside. A stream of blood exited from the wound and a trail followed behind the piece of the staff. Without further ado Diana fell to the ground, all semblance of energy and will having left her.

For a brief few seconds Diana looked upwards towards the Whiphid, tears beginning to flow from her eyes. For the first time in her life she felt fear, true fear. She was spent, done, and now as she lapsed into unconsciousness she knew the Sith would end her.

P.S; Don't Kill my Character you hideous Alien Freak.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Velok was already in the fighter cockpit. His fingers shook on the control yoke, and he serious contemplated just using the laser cannons.

But that would be beneath him. It wouldn't do to call this mercy. He'd known mercy, and this wasn't it. This was just...a question of having priorities more important than a Padawan.

The Darkstaff sliver shot back to his hand just before the canopy closed, and the Aleph leaped for the sky.

 

[Valik]

Unhindered by the many Jedi in search of a Kel Dor Sith Lord, Valik made his way to his cutter-class interceptor as Velok dueled with another Sith Lo- young Jedi Padawan woman. Hermaphrodite thingamabobber. Regardless, no one was bothering to stop Valik in his Chiss disguise, although a few gave him odd looks, as Chiss were a species more found in Atrisian space rather than Republic space, but other than the occasional puzzled glance no one suspected a thing.

So, he made his way through dock officials, headed to his publically available and unmarked Cutter-class Interceptor, and headed offworld, to meet the Sith Lord Velok again later, to hand over the Jedi Holocrons and receive his payment. As much as he loved the crazy old Force Encyclopedia, Valik never worked for free, especially when there was so much to gain. Velok might have been known by the galaxy as the one to destroy Rhammamool and Osarian, but if Valik had his way, he'd be playing second fiddle on the galactic scale soon enough.

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

Seeing Spencer was close to finishing with her work and the force drain and done its job in weakening the Jedi around her, Val'Ryss turned and made her way out. Soon the temple would be consumed by the blood magic she had unleashed in the main chamber during the slaughter. The temple would be marked by the dark-side and corruption would slowly burn out of its existence. Stepping through the wall she unleashed a force lightening arc across two jedi who foolish rushed to stop her.

"The time has come to end this. Follow my ship Velok, my old friend. We have matters to discuss." She hissed in the ether of the force as she made for her ship, in the jungles of Tython.

 

[Marek S'hadar]

Slowly regaining consciousness, Marek crawled towards the only one of his sabers he could find and grabbed it. Then, he forced himself to plant his arms and push himself up, bringing his legs under him and standing to the best of his abilities. Instantly he slumped against a wall, desperately in need of support. Cringing with every step, Marek moved towards the site of @[member="Velok"] and @[member="Diana Moridena"]'s duel.

He would arrive just in time to watch the whiplid escape, and curse himself under his breath. Hobbling towards the downed padawan, Marek would fall, letting out a pained grunt as he did. Slowly pulling himself now, unwilling to give up, Marek felt anger slip into his mind once more. That damn whale had done this, if he'd have just controlled himself, Marek wouldn't be in this mess. Quickly he rebuked himself, when it came to self control, he was certainly not one who could judge.

Finally reaching the padawan, he nudged her shoulder, hoping to awaken her from the unconscious state he was in. While he was largely concerned with her health, there was a second motivator for Marek, he needed someone to get him out of here, which wasn't something he could do on his own in this state.

 

[Kei Amadis]

@[member="Cirk Voltjak"] @[member="Val'Ryss Zankarr"]​

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Gritting down on his teeth, and shaking his head to @[member="Cirk Voltjak"]. "No injuries." He coughed up against the poison, too stubborn to actually admit that he was in fact suffering pretty badly. Resting his back against the wall, Kei was breathing fast, sweat on his forehead, he didn't have the ability to remove the poison that and they were still sitting in the field's effect.

"What was that thing?" He cleared his throat, checking over the carbine, letting it recharge to full. "Didn't matter what you all threw at it, it barely even blinked."

The rubble around the temple was a sight to see, that and the bodies. The bodies, right in the poison field! Kei clawed his way up the wall, "we have to get them out of there!" Ignoring his own suffering to help the others, he moved to the first fallen padawan and hoisted him up over his shoulders. "Give me a hand" he shouted to Cirk, throwing the carbine weapon to the side, and struggling with the body, moving back through the poison field once more to get the suffering Jedi to safety.

Then he went back through the poison field again, to get another body out, doing the same. Each time the steps getting heavier and heavier, each time clearing another limp unconscious form, and saving another life from the Sith Sorcery that had been worked on the temple. It wasn't going to do much if there was nobody in it to effect, except him.

 

[Cirk Voltjak]

Cirk stopped the foolish Padawan after he got the second Jedi from the field, he pinned the weak man and eyed him darkly "No more, no more, if you try to work any more I will sedate you Padawan, you can not work yourself to death. It is not acceptable" He looked around and saw Marek nearly fainting with another Padawan he did not know and shook his head, all these people suffering and his abilities are so limited, he gave Kei as much relief as he could through the Force, unable to heal the poison but able to lower the pain and slow the poison down. He walked over to the two fallen Jedi, panting as he shook his head.

He looks at the two and sighs, What is your injuries? He eyed them with concern, he would not abandon the two until he had released their agony. He winced as the poison coursed through his veins, feeling his powers ebb away as he lowered to a knee, hiding the pain and dangerous position he was in as much as he could. Taking slow deep breaths.

@[member="Kei Amadis"] @[member="Marek S'hadar"] @[member="Diana Moridena"]

 

[Kei Amadis]

@[member="Cirk Voltjak"]​

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Despite his physical frame, it didn't take much for the knight to pin the padawan back, there wasn't much left in the tank of the man. Kei eyed Cirk for a minute giving him a stare, and for a brief time it looked like he was going to have to put him down, there was that definite tension, because lives needed saving.

"I'm not one of you, i'm a guest, but i'll be damned if I am leaving men dying not fifty feet away. Can't you pull them out, or push, or do something. Doesn't this place have any vents, any way to cleanse whatever the heck this is?"

His body was relieved as it steadied itself on the wall, covering his mouth with his free hand and sleeve, wiping the lips, the color in his cheeks was fading a bit. The force healing helped, his strength stabilizing somewhat, you could see the pain ease at least, from the healer's practiced hand.

"An artefact, anything? You're Jedi right, what do you have? There has to be something?" He looked around, left and right, not knowing a thing about this place or what Cirk could do, left him at a big disadvantage, and he was almost spent. Kei couldn't give up on them though, stuck as they were in that field, twisting them inside and out, it was no way to go.

 

[Cirk Voltjak]

He sighed after checking out both Diana and Marek for any problems, slowing the Sith poison in Marek best he could but he was growing weaker, breathless as he stood weakly and pointed at Kei, sometimes bluntness was all he could do, it wouldnt help but he found this sort of truth rarely does.

"I cannot help without killing myself. And right now, being the only healer I can't die. The Jedi are miracle works, we can't save everyone, not even one of our own. They will become one with the Force and in a way that's much better, now please help with the people we can actually save."

His emotions were clear, this was not an easy choice, hell, he would not normally choose it but nothing about today was normal any more.

 

[Marek S'hadar]

"Get. Her." The former Sith choked as he glared at @[member="Cirk Voltjak"]. He wasn't going to allow him to argue, @[member="Diana Moridena"] was to be his priority without exception. Marek, pulled his broken body up against a wall, resting his back on a destroyed pillar and letting out a sigh. As the Sith poison worked it's way through his system he couldn't help but cringe in pain. But Marek suffered silently, refusing to show weakness before his fellow Jedi.

@[member="Kei Amadis"]

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Diana lay quietly, unmoving and unthinking as unconscious ravaged her body. She had been beaten, broken beyond any concept of the word. One of her lungs had collapsed, several of her ribs had been broken, her arm lay shattered at her side and the hole within her shoulder still dripped blood onto the floor.

She was still very much in danger of dying. The light that was her life was slowly but surely fading away. Fighting a Sith Master had been too much for her. The strength of the Alien had simply overcome her, and the techniques that he had used had been simply unbelievable. Force Drain was the darkest of darkside techniques. The pain that it brought and the life that it drained away had been more tormenting than anything else the Whiphid could have inflicted, even dreaded force lightning would have been better.

This had been Diana's first lesson in real world combat, and it had not been an easy one.

 

[Cirk Voltjak]

He looked at Diana as Marek told to focus on her and swore, this was not good, not good at all. He could tell that she was slowly ebbing away. He closed his eyes and first studied her injuries finding out what he could heal and how to before turning back to Marek with a cold look in his eyes.

"I can't promise to save her Marek, she is very quick and has a lot internal as well as external damage." He sighed and slowly began work on her most serious injury, the collapsed lung. He expanded the lung and made it breath in the same tempo as the other, forcing it to work again.

He then focussed on the hole in her shoulder, releasing the Force Heal supressing the Sith Poison in himself he started knitting the muscles then skin back together, grunting as the poison begins killing him faster.

He then worked on her shattered arm and reassembled the bones and helped set faster, he turned to the cracked ribs, beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead to the ground, there slight blood from his nose as he began to overexert himself. He quickly repaired the ribs and then crawled to Marek and looked at him.

"I have done what I can, she should be fine just very sore and achy." He then slumped and went unconscious, becoming dangerously close to dying himself now.

@[member="Marek S'hadar"] @[member="Diana Moridena"] @[member="Kei Amadis"]

 

[Kei Amadis]

@[member="Cirk Voltjak"] | @[member="Diana Moridena"] | @[member="Marek S'hadar"]​

Kei watched the healer go, following him to where the battle had raged outside, steadying himself on the wall as he went. It took him awhile to get outside to where they'd been, trudging on past common sense or reason. The healer's work on him giving him something left to work with. He found both @[member="Diana Moridena"] and @[member="Cirk Voltjak"] were on the forest floor, both needed moving. Pale faced, but having exerted no force energy, save the will to survive, he could pick them up still to bring them inside, he would do that. Wiping the sweat from his brow, Kei looked down to the healer first, the healer who had given everything so the rest of them had a chance to make it. It was a heck of a choice to make between two heroes, but at least the woman's breath was stable.

"Not today." Taking @[member="Cirk Voltjak"] back inside the complex, kicking in a door as he did so, calling over to someone, anyone for directions to some form of medical bay, a frail finger pointed that'a' way, so he went, lifting up the door on the bacta tank and unceremoniously dumping the body in. "Sorry." He coughed to the unconscious man, barely able to lift his own arms let alone the door, but somehow he got it closed, just through stubborn grit and leaning his weight on it.

Now almost at a crawling pace, stumbling, he crunched back through the medical bay door. Seeing double, but damned if he wasn't going to reach the girl outside. Over the forest floor again, through the tree's hitting about six of the branches. "One more, stay with me," up again @[member="Diana Moridena"] went into his arms, flailing backwards, back against the tree's as the world became very dizzy. "Not yet," he cursed to himself, rapidly blinking the delirium out of his eyes. Staggering about the forest, Kei got back inside, just, wanting to kick in the medical bay door but he couldn't make it. Sort of falling through it, ending up on one knee, "one more tank," he muttered somewhat deliriously egging himself on, biting down hard. Far beyond any kind of reasonable action or thought, hammering a big fist down on the control panel, it somehow opened and the girl was placed inside, carefully as a half asleep man could. Door closed, then he finally was done, probably for the next week.

"Hell of a first day Kei." Falling back in a chair, he had the urge to take a nip from a flask, if only to remove the taste of whatever the hell this thing was out of his mouth. Nipping back on the silver flask, and putting his feet up, "Ahhh", he wasn't going anywhere even if he wanted to, but just as his head fell back in exhaustion, wait did the ceiling always have these stars? He let out an odd laugh at it all, just having to get the tension out of his system, and sure hoped the rest of the crew had made it.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer was shielded by something or someone. Looking up, she saw the woman that was her ancestor in front of her blocking the attacks of the Jedi. It took her a moment to realize what was being said. Quickly gathering her equipment she slipped through the exit Velok had made, her pockets filled with holocrons and her data pads with archive data. Following the others she dipped away and made it to the peregrine. Cloaking the ship, it took off quickly and she was gone.