When the Cats Are Away...

[Darth Vaildra]

Location: Landing/ crash site
Objective:.... Things just got complicated
Allies: One Sith
Enemy: Emilia Marean

His eyes merely followed her movements as she dodge his attack. He saw his attack take out a chunk of a building which produced screams of the dying, casualties of war. Nevertheless, the attack being fire based took very little energy to make. Her words, mere taunts, it had appeared they had switched roles as he would not stoop down to her level. He drew a lightsaber and prepared to attack, but she said something that stopped him. His mother was alive? Not possible, he had helped the Sith make sure of that. Not on purpose, but still.

Valdra stood there a moment, his sisters were alive, his mother was alive, he could give up this path, he could.... what family? His parents were dead, they served nothing in his life and his so called 'loving sister' continued treating him like a boy that she could throw away whenever she wanted, the boy was dead. Valdra flourished his blade a moment and then disappeared. He reappeared in front of her for merely a moment slashing at her chest, vanishing again. This continued as he disappeared and reappeared from every side of her slashing at her using Vaapad strikes.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Keldabe Streets
Objective: Same as before
Enemies:[member="Darth Valdra"]

The disappearing act was new, that much she had to admit as she stood there and her sabers entered her hands as they came up to block the first strike as it materialized. "Shame Mother put her training in you. Throwing all that time, joining the ones that killed her originally. I have a question for you Hakora. Do you like spiting on the memory of your parents and your family? Helping the ones that killed them. Because i really hope that is what you are thinking. Her hands moved in conserved and safe ways. Looking through the force rather than with her eyes so that she could anticipate what he was trying to do. She didn't even need to hold back as she had the power levels of her sabers tuned so that they would not cleave through Hakora's flesh if it came to that.

His speed through she had to admit was impressive. She had not thought he had worked to that level yet and it made her own movements just barely as fast in which she was using the force as it was. She still was getting used to the pure lightside approach to things but the fact he doubted himself for a moment before meant she could get into his head and make him see clearly. Thank the force for that. Cutting down your own brother would suck.

She waited as her words entered the air for his strikes to come, connecting with her own blades to the point she actually had to step back. He was fighting full force and she would not disappoint her brother in his little chance for glory. "Come on Little Hakora, i need to tell mother just how badly you've fallen."

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Location: Landing/ crash site
Objective:.... Things just got complicated
Allies: One Sith
Enemy: [member="Emilia Marean"]

Valdra locked blades with his final strike and sent a round house kick to her stomach to separate them. Wow, she literally could not close her mouth, apparently death made you talkitive. It seemed she would not shut up until he humored her with a response. "You are dead, plain and simple. I spent my whole life looking up to you, wanting to be there for you and you treated me like trash you could constantly throw away. If you are so perceptive, use that sight of yours and look into me, I am still grey on the inside, the Dark Side still does not control my actions, I do. I could careless what your mother thinks of me, you mean absolutely nothing to me, but another person of Hakora's former life I must kill. I am Darth Valdra and you, ha, you have grown weak and foolish, you claim to know me, but..." Valdra threw his lightsaber up and caught it with his right hand, "I was never left handed, now lets see what you really got."

Valdra smirked as he finished his words, no hesitation, no regret. The wind around them began to pick up as he began to shape it to his will rising off the ground and into the air. Higher he climbed until he was 10 meters off the ground. He then harnessed the wind to craft a vortex around her that spun at 90 MPH around her, just enough to such the air out of the middle and thus if she stayed in his vortex would suffocate, a slow and painful way to die. This was easier than he imagined, the loving sister he knew was clearly not who was before him. Now came the kicker, using the wind around himself he shot back down to the ground using Force Slam to create shards of earth that he would then direct to shoot into the vortex to act as the swords stabbing in the box. He kept his senses on high alert in case she tried to pull a fast one on him.

 

[Nyos Val]

Location: Streets
Allies: [member="Solan Charr"]?
Enemies: [member="Vrag"] and her little ponies


"What say we find out?" He called to Solan. Titan turned to his bag and pulled some armor and weapons. He was able to get a check plate and arm guards on, and his favorite toy, the Reaver, in his hands.


He marched into the streets where the enemy had landed on someone's dog house, the blood of that pooch bathed the boot of Vrag like a toddler stepping on an ant. No blood bath had befallen the Manadorian people. This wasn't worth a bath, maybe just a rinse. When Titan witnessed the poodoo of the Galaxy slip out of the enemy transport, the Goliath leapt onto a speeder and opened fire upon the enemy with the heavy repeater.

 

[Nolan Detta]

Location: Rooftops
Allies: [member="Emilia Marean"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Valdra"] [member="Rose Kuhn"](Going to engage)
Gear in Bio

Nolan acknowledged over the comms to Alex, she had changed a bit since last they spoke, but that wasn't important now. What was important was kicking some Sith carcasses around the streets of this fine city.

He looked upon the Sith shuttle and saw a young woman-thing exit the vessel. He propped his rifle up and fired a warning shot at the feet of the Sith lady.

"The next ones aimed for the pretty face ma'am. Come get some real Mandalorian hospitality if Ye be man enou...sorry, if ye be wo-man enough."

Nolan gestured to the city and hopped onto the ledge of the rooftop, standing over her like he was better...because he was. Duh.

 

[Vrag]

Location: The street
Objective: Kick butt, possibly take names
Allies: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Hal Terrano"] | [member="Abraxas"] | [member="Darth Valdra"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Rose Kuhn"] | [member="Drapeam Nyx"] | [member="Valens"] | [member="Sabik Dhami"]
Enemies: [member="Azrael"] | [member="Orick T'ane"] | [member="Titan"] | [member="Solan Charr"]
Gear in bio

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7LUm-E4GPU8​

After ploughing through the field of Mandalorians on Mandalore, the Sith were quick to disembark and deliver their special brand of love directly into the waiting throngs. Acolytes, soldiers, Knights, Yuuzhan Vong, droids, Lords, chazrach… take your pick. The One Sith were one big family, accepting of people of all stripes and sorts, and so a veritable rainbow would be seen pouring out of the shuttle, tinted red only because of the many lightsabers springing to life. It was, alas, a necessary crime against fashion that they would comit on every battlefield since the dawn of time, but ultimately, Vrag knew that [member="Matsu Xiangu"] would forgive them for that. It did go oh so well with the blood that would inevitably have them covered from head to toe, after all.

In the interest of getting that blood flowing, however, incisions had to be made. As a wielder of a scorching glowstick, the Hand was completely useless in that regard, which is why they had brought ample bloodletting backup; the Mern Kane would wade fearlessly — for the emotion was completely alien to them — into the fray, spitting organic destruction at the converging Mandalorian forces. Like moths to a flame, the warriors flocked together where the Sith had landed, tens upon tens of buy'ce gleaming at them menacingly.

If looks could kill… however, they couldn't, and while the blaster bolts could, the Mandalorians would find that shooting at a crowd of enemies amid a crowd of your own people was not a very enlightened plan if the intent was to keep the civilian casualties to a minimum. If the plan was the opposite, of course, the Sith could only clap in awe at the brilliance, but Vrag somehow doubted that. Commiting heinous and deplorable acts was something that fell within their purview, and not that of the honor-bound Mando'ade.

To remind the rising opposition of that very fact, the Sith forces would do just that, and do it well, working like the well-oiled war machine that they were, and probably having considerably too much fun while doing so. A visit to the psychiatrist may very well be in order one of these days, were they not all too busy conquering the Galaxy to take care of such trifling, quotidian matters. Needs must what needs must, in the end, and so the few would sacrifice their integrity for the many; such was the way of things.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Mandalore, Mandalore.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective: Kill.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Opponent: [member="Matsu Xiangu"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]In the general sense of the word Shepard was a simple man. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]He liked a good drink in his hands, a shapely behind on his lap, the occasional fierce battle to wash away the booze and a good piece of meat on the table when possible. These weren’t the demands of a complicated man, it was the bare necessity when it came to one with [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]hunger.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]For the basic things in life, for the thrills and exploits. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A long time ago Hoath had come to the Mandalorians, pulled into this mess by one [member="Mia Monroe"] who had been the Mand’alor a long time ago. She had pulled him in with the promise of fights, of a people that valued honor and bravery, a tribe of staunch warriors and hardy mercenaries. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]All in all Hoath had found himself disappointed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Most of their time they had spend cackling and bickering like little kids, all vying for the title of the Mand’alor and ignoring the basic problems of their society.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Stagnation.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But as he breathed in the air, as Serock felt the scent of fires in the skies, as the Butcher of Druckenwell turned around and noticed a little woman walking up to him, Hoath tilted his head. Because this was no ordinary little woman, it was in her pace, it was in that carnivorous and chilling gaze that made him smile.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]She knew the hunger.[/SIZE]

 

[Rose Kuhn]

LOCATION: Crashed In Keldabe
OBJECTIVE: Make Momma Proud
ALLIES: Sith, No One Immediately Helping
ENEMIES: [member="Kraigmiir Hijiin"] [member="Nolan Detta"]

There was no thought, no intent, just pure basic instinct. As soon as the sound of the first blaster went off, as soon as that ringing red blast surged from a rifle, something was triggered within Rose.

A dark abyss within her surged, a void of nothingness opened, the force surged from it and seized her. Every muscle, every bone, every inkling of her became infected with dark tendrils of the force. Her lightsabers sprang to life, both a bright red haze. They thrummed loudly, one surging forward to deflect the sniper shot back towards the man that had flung it, the other cutting forward to slice a piece of rubble.

Bright blue eyes locked onto the Mandalorian on the ground.

Her lips turned down into a scowl, her muscles tightened, and suddenly she launched herself.

A few more flicks of her lightsabers, one carving through rubble and the other deflecting shot after shot. With the speed of a bullet she surged towards her foe. She moved like lighting, bounding forward and jumping much like a crazed Nexu. She latched onto the side of the building, using teh force to press and push herself upward.

She latched onto windowsills, balconies, and finally a metal outcropping, a flip and she landed with a pressured thud. Her lightsaber flicked forward, slicing towards the womans leg.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Keldabe Streets
Objectives: Same
Enemies: [member="Darth Valdra"]

The words alone were enough to cause disappointment in her. It was sad his brother had not seen the very thing that he said was not happening to him. The kick itself caught her in the chest but after that she watched him change hands. He may not have been left handed but she worried not about such a fact as he then moved to display a burst of force prowess she just mentally shook her head yet. "I don't know who it is you are, but you are not the brother i love..." She curled her hands around her sabers and watched as the air around them became a vortex.

This was no new technique to her, being something she did but on a much smaller scale than he was right now. Her hands reached up and created a buffer zone around herself, the air took time to build up and it was no snap of the finger thing in which he could conjure all this in an instant. This all built up, took time, and while he worked on it she created barrier after barrier. Layers of kinetic energy surrounded her in line with the build up of the cyclone around her. It conserved a large amount of air too thanks to the bubble effect it created around her. She was worried what he was planning outside of the cyclone he was creating and then the shards came at her from outside of it, slamming into the Kinetic barrier and peeling away its layers one at a time. She was not going to let him win.

 

[Alexander Sannes]

Location: Landing area
Objective: Help the innocents out of the way
Allies: None ATM
Neutral: [member="Nolan Detta"], [member="Vrag"], [member="Rose Kuhn"]
Enemies: None ATM

His eyes turned up to where Nolan was and ducking as he looked at someone he had seen before on Coruscant. "Huh, odd." He chose not to attack either side though as there was more pressing matters like those caught in the fighting and now were being assaulted. He had to help them as he moved to the first woman who was hit by a piece of metal that had separated from the Sith's ship. She wasn't wounded heavily but a thick trail of blood came over her face and he tried to help her out of the way and to the aid of others still around.

He hoped the Sith and the Mandalorians did not create a large scale battle with Civies still around but he knew he would have to pick a side and he had a feeling what side that would be is clear.

 

[Valens]

Location: Keldabe streets
Allies: [member="Darth Valdra"] | [member="Reverance"] | [member="Hal Terrano"] | @Abraxas | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Rose Kuhn"] | [member="Drapeam Nyx"] | [member="Sabik Dhami"]
Enemies: [member="Titan"]

The full effect of the positive G-Forces strained the crew of the drop ship as the vessel pitched and yawed through hostile airspace. The ship groaned as the pilot began the final descent into the city. Valens grabbed a hold of a railing to keep his balance as the Vong began to be thrown into one another. Suddenly, the hull of the ship struck terra firma with a loud crash-- it was a less than smooth landing, for sure. As Valens staggered to regain his balance, [member="Darth Valdra"] approached him from behind and, placing a hand on his shoulder, told him to "stay close". In that same moment, the ship's ramp lowered and the Keldabe sun quickly washed over the Vong horde as they raucously departed. Squinting, Valens followed Valdra onto the streets, rifle locked and ready.

It was a foreign-smelling city, although one could argue most cities smell the same. The booming sound of the city defense's anti-aircraft fire provided the percussive backdrop to the cacophony of blaster fire, explosions, and screams from the civilians running for safety. The Vong were mindlessly streaming through the streets now, clearing buildings and wreaking havoc. Valens slowly walked behind the Sith Lord Valdra, who had already dispatched the life of one stupid Mando trying to be a hero. Through the chaos, 100 meters down the street, Valens saw a hulking man sat atop a speeder (though it wasn't exactly "speeding" in that sense"), firing wildly down the street with a repeating heavy blaster. A Vong or two were cut down, but the inaccurate shots mostly whizzed harmlessly through the air, sending chunks of concrete flying through the air with a thud and leaving scorched pock marks all around. Isaac quickly ducked behind the scorched remains of a taxi cab and set his rifle on the hood, steadying it. He drew the hulking target within his sights-- a man of his size was easy to target-- held his breath, and gently squeezed the trigger, his rifle recoiling from the blast.

 

[Nolan Detta]

Location: Rooftop
Objective: Get that Sith!
Allies: Mandos [member="Kraigmiir Hijiin"]
Enemies: [member="Rose Kuhn"]

Nolan looked on as the Sith lady played with her light up batons and deflected his shot back at the Mando, who simply stepped aside. He was annoyed she chose to attack another woman on another building instead of him.

"Hey! Get back here you!" Nolan activated his pack and zoomed across the gap, firing his rifle at the woman the whole time. The Wreckingball was on her tail in seconds and wouldn't stop until he slammed into her, and hopefully forcing her off the ledge.

"Super Rocket Pack Attack!"

 

[Nyos Val]

Location: Streets
Objective: Take out the Trash
Allies: Vod
Enemies: [member="Valens"] (Engaging) [member="Vrag"]
Gear in Bio (minus Ravager and 80% of armor)

Titan looked on as his shots gained favor with flesh as the Vong seemingly lined up for the kill count. Accuracy wasn't an issue with so many targets, one or two every second was still plenty. The Vong thought they were fighting weak and frightened citizens, but they made one fatal error. This entire planet was full of Mandalorians. Each adhering to the Resol'nare and rose to fight the wanna-be invaders.

From birth, each Mandalorian was taught the ways of Warfare and the art of Killing, each followed the word of their Mand'alor and struck back in a brilliant display of courage and tenacity. Titan stood amongst the bravest and most dangerous warriors the Galaxy had ever known, and they would make their presence felt in every Sith, Vong and poodoo stain that exited the crashed shuttle.

Titan laid down fire for his allies, his brothers and sisters, and as he slaughtered Vong and Sith like rabbits, a round struck Titan in the chest. It had the power to dethrone the behemoth from his perch and land him on his backside, on the ground. A few civilians rushed to his aid but he waved them off. The armor had a large score between the pectoral plates, a definite crack had developed in the playing and a bruise would be felt in the morning, but the highly regenerative powers of Titans body would begin to repair the damaged tissues. He rose again and spotted the sniper, with the help of a few civilians. The weight of his full armor wasn't there to slow him down, and that made Titan even more dangerous. Even with his size, his speed was u mâché by any without enhancement or the Force.

Titan took off the left of the sniper, spraying his area with white hot bolts of deadly plasma. Using the downed vehicles and rubble for cover, Titan looped around the Sniper, and by moving across his weak side, it would take the sniper longer to reacquire his target. Titan ran up a cargo speeder and leapt off, raining down bolts of death upon the taxi the sniper had called home.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Location: Landing/ crash site
Objective:.... Things just got complicated
Allies: One Sith
Enemy: [member="Emilia Marean"]

Darth Valdra got bored with his vortex, wind shaping came easy hence why he could make thin vortexs in an instant, but they were not his style. He stent two wind blasts to the vortex to stop it as once it was made it was self sufficient. His words were still cold and without emotion, "You are blind if you think you were ever capable of love. It was you who abandoned me on Alderaan when the Sith invaded, if I had died there, you would have never known. It was you who abandoned me to go get your memory wipe to forget about me. It was you who abandoned me to be with that arrogant prick of a fox face. It was you who abandoned me and made me believe you were dead. I joined the Sith to avenge you, moron, I became this to avenge you, now it is clear, you never cared about anyone besides yourself. The way of the Sith, I do not fully agree on, but unlike you, they take care of their own and at least they are fighting to bring order to this Galaxy that will never know peace. And you, you have never been the sister you think you have."

Darth Valdra was walking towards her as he spoke until the last sentence was spoke with him less than two feet from her face. His eyes burned with a reddish orange in them from his genetic mutation that he gained from their parents, "Face it, you and I put on masks, this Galaxy will never know peace. Even if every last Sith is killed, more will rise up and you seem to forget who we really are and where we come from. Did you ever even stop to ask why our parents were assassinated? Did this cross your mind at any point? Our parents were killed because they were Sith and Jedi who killed more than we could imagine, our father was the Wrath who fell in love with a Jedi traitor. We are Sith by blood. You can pretend to be of the light side, but no one is fooled."

 

[Valens]

Location: Streets, still near drop ship and surrounded by allies
Allies: [member="Darth Valdra"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Reverance"] | [member="Sabik Dhami"] | [member="Darth Venefica"]
Enemies: [member="Titan"]

Valens squinted. He had felled his target with a shot to the chest. He diverted his attention to other Mando soldiers now, firing a volley of two or three shots until he caught an oddity out of the corner of his eye. It was that hulking beast, and now he was running down the street in Valens' direction. He knew this was no man he was fighting, the blast from his rifle would've bore a hole through a regular man and continued out the other side. The thing, running at full clip, began spraying the area the taxi was in with suppressing fire. It was fairly inaccurate but did the job in keeping Valens' head down.

He could barely believe his eyes. This hulking thing was running towards Valens in an apparent suicide mission. Fool, he thought. The area was full of Vong, not to mention a handful of Sith Lords! As the humanoid ran towards the Sith drop ship, the area lit up with tracers and blaster rounds-- most of them directed towards the lumbering war machine. Displaying impressive gymnastic prowess for a being of its size, the humanoid leapt towards the ship and sprang off it, seemingly floating in midair and pointing its blaster at Valens. The Sith allies redirected their fire towards this dumb thing as it hung in the air. They would probably put so many holes in it the thing would resemble a sieve, but Valens wasn't staying around to find out. As rounds landed hit around him, he leapt across the sidewalk and crashed through the glass door of the cafe he was next to. He ran past a group of huddled patrons and rolled over the counter. "Don't shoot!" they screamed. He wasn't here to murder civilians, though he wasn't quite sure if that damn war machine held the same empathy.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Darth Valdra"]

She rose a brow at him and laughed as the blades of her sabers came into their cases. He was sputtering something about their father being some important sith as she raised a brow to him. She did not remember that and she had to think back for a moment as to what in the seven rings of hell he was talking about. Their father was a pit fighter, nothing more. Their mother was the one that had left any force order, she didn't even remember her father being force sensitive and her hands closed around a staff on her back. Letting the collapsible staff extend she spun it in her hands before holding it infront of her. "Hakora, what ever lies they are feeding you, i will make sure that i fix what they have told you. You are right in that i am not the best sister, not the best person. You are right in that i abandoned you and im sorry... but if one of us die neither of us can make that up now."

"Tell you what hakora, prove to me that being a Sith is so much better, prove to me that the path that one of our parents actually took is better than your delusional path that you think father took. And please, do tell mother when you see her how much of a traitor she is, im sure she would love to hear those words from you Hakora." She shook her head and moved to get into a ready stance once more.

 

[Darth Eversor]

Location: Crashing into the streets
Objective: Murderize
Allies: [member="Vrag"], [member="Reverance"], [member="Darth Valdra"], [member="Darth Venefica"], [member="Sage Bane"], [member="Rose Kuhn"], everyone OS.
Enemies: [member="Titan"], [member="Solan Charr"], everyone else supporting Mandos

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AaDIQo8fwRw​

From the sky fell a burning mass of metal and rage. The damnation sent by the darkest of man and its attempt to alter what is natural into something of their own liking. Unholy were the minds that constructed Abraxas, unflinching were their efforts to place the mantle of human flesh upon the bones of something that shouldn't be. Black plumes of smoke and the red embers of burning components littered the open air and distorted the clouds of Mandalore; however, inside the vessel was something far more sinister than a mere crashing shuttle. The howls of something not so humane still pushed from the inside of the hull, begging to be free in order to murder once again.

That desire was to be fulfilled imminently.

Those in the streets below would be able to look up at the screeching mass of metal, but would they have the instinct or common sense to move? One would certainly hope the Mandalorians had the intellect to stop what they were doing and seek cover. But then again, it wouldn't satisfy Abraxas to know that his shuttle and done his dirty work. The blood must be on his hands, his face, and on his conscious. The creation could feel the dark side of the Force growing more potent with each passing moment as he neared the surface of the planet. For any Sith in the area, it would be wise to clear out.

Contact.

The shuttle slammed into the streets nearby [member="Titan"]; the debris of burning metal along with the shock-wave would certainly be a risk factor for the man alone. From within the crashed shuttle, a loud ruckus of inhumane screams and hellish trashing joined as one almost demonic orchestra of death begging to be let free from its prison. Without a moment more, the hatch on the backside of the aforementioned ship burst open from the inside, and out crawled a devil.

Observing his surroundings for but a moment, Abraxas grasped the hilt of his lightsaber and ignited the crimson blade. Another soul-shattering roar was expelled from the throat of the creature as he moved with an unnatural and intimidating grace towards any and all that dared to hinder him from his time to slaughter.

The beast was on the loose.

WWRRRRYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!​

And hell would follow.

 

[Nyos Val]

Location: Streets
Objective: Exterminate the Sith-forms
Allies: Mandos [member="Solan Charr"]
Enemies: Sith [member="Abraxas"] [member="Valens"]


Titan watched the soldier boy run in fear from Titan as he came down upon the taxi, depressing its cabin into the seats beneath. Then a shuttle slammed into the ground, the shockwave flipped the taxi and sent Titan into another speeder. He rose to his feet, witnessing a construct being crying before him. It wanted to die, and Titan would oblidge.

Setting his repeater aside, he drew Kronos, a two hand grip for power, Titan stared at the construct, glaring at it. Daring it to take on the Behemoth Mandalorian.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Location: Landing/ crash site
Objective:.... Things just got complicated
Allies: One Sith
Enemy: [member="Emilia Marean"]


"Do you honestly believe our whole family would be this powerful in the Force with only one Force sensitive parent? Father was a pit fighter, but that wa before the Sith." Valdra did not fear her staff and put away his lightsabers for a moment. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a holo projecter. He pressed the power button and threw it down in between them, "Watch the proof yourself."

The hologram opened to a room with multiple people and droids in it. The only sounds emoted were mumbles and the sound of a child crying. "What if we use Vong technology to age with the child to make him the ultimate killing machine?" "No, he said no visable adjustments to the child." The doctors continued working and a black robed man entered the room. His face was hidden by a hood, but his arms were covered in wrapped cloth. "Leave us."

It wasn't apparent why the men listened, but the room was left with the man in the black robe and child. The man picked up the child who began to cry even more until the man removed his hood revealing his face to be their father, "shhh Hakora, no need to cry, we are leaving." The hologram ended with the man in the black robe leaving with the child.

Hakora used the Force to return the holo projector to his hand and put it away. "Father gave me up when the Dark Lord learned about our mother so I could be made into the ultimate weapon. Nothing was done to me since father stole me away and his us on Corellia. The Sith tracked us and killed them. Our father was a high ranking Sith, I assume the Wrath, but I haven't figured that out."

Darth Valdra did not remove his lightsaber, but did drop into Tiger style ready stance, "I have chosen my path, if you stand in the way I will go through you."

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Darth Valdra"]

She watched it than looked up at Hakora with a look of annoyance. Ok this was becoming a Farce. Their father was not a Sith and it was amusing that Hakora's 'proof' actually looked marginally real. He wasn't quite certain who gave him this proof but he truly was twisted in what he saw as fact. "Hakora... You are tricked by who ever gave you this footage. And if you found this on your own, i applaud you for finding a remarkable fake. I almost thought it was real for a moment before remembering that i already talked to Mother. Sooo ya." She shook her head at Hakora and caught he staff tighter in her hands before moving one step forward and turning her body fully to deliver a powerful blow at his right shoulder.

The Staff worked on the same principal as Vibroblade technology, as well as mixed in a level of the ability force weapon. Not enough that it alone would make it saber resistant but the two factors together worked to keep the staff from being cut into bits by Hakora. He was being stupid, and if ever Mother found Hakora she knew that her brother would come to see the truth. Until then, she was going to remove Hakora from his path if that meant breaking his legs to do it.