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Objective: B, Beat [member="Sage Bane"] with his own arm Location: Somewhere in the Orbital Defense Station thingie Allies: Silver Jedi Enemies: Sage Bane Gear:
Uhg. Whatever I listed earlier. Look I’m talking with my opponent like a human being and being decent so I’m not writing this anymore.
Snake swords, great. That was Damian's only thought as he emptied himself of emotion. He found his center, just above the navel, and reached down with his left hand to his waist pulling out his ion blaster. Licking his lips he he took up a strange defensive pose with pistol and sabre ready to take on the Sith Lord.
His eyes narrowed as he once more felt the cold chill of the sith permeate the area through the force. Like a cancer it ate away making him shiver with the anticipation. Damian's ice blue eyes met the raging red of Sage Bane. The man was raving, a lunatic. Good, he was unbalanced.
Damian didn’t wait for the attack, instead he charged forward closing the distance while shooting his blaster. The weapon was designed to stun living things, and that was exactly what Damian intended to do as he charged forward.
As soon as the two bodies got within distance Damian threw his left arm with the blaster back and struck hard with a deadly thrust of his sabre keeping his grip and not overcommitting to the attack. As the blow came he planted his feet to make a stable platform and prepared to redirect to either defend against a blow or continue his own attack.
To turn dark wasn’t a choice Kana had made as much as something forced upon her. So perhaps the girl wasn’t far too from the truth with what she said, but to think that it was an active choice that Kana herself had made was far from the truth. Kana hadn’t wanted this, she had wanted an end to her life, to be done with it it all but gotten something completely else. The words that the unknown Sith Lord had uttered to her still echoed ever so slightly into her mind on occasion.
“You do not deserve the sweet embrace of death.”
Who was he to decide that? She had come seeking an end but gotten herself the extension of a nightmare that already seemed like it would go on forever. A thought that caused her far more pain and than she had ever wanted. Kana’s teeth gritted, the other woman had struck a nerve. The former councilor had never wanted this. She never wanted to get to this stage, but it happened and now there was little she could do but let the last few remaining figments of sith poison inside of her do their work.
It pained her. A mistake she’d made long ago and thought herself rid off, yet at the first opportunity it came back to destroy everything she had worked so hard for ever since that unfortunate day on Zeltros. Her mind had been set for a steady decline and for each beat of her heart she felt the control she had over it decrease. The crystal necklace around her neck was the only means she had to a measre of peace, but for how long?
She dreaded to truly ask and it was all the Sith Lord’s fault for letting it resurface.
She tried to remember his name and face but it was like knocking your head against a wall. A migraine like pain spike spread across her mind and Kana’s hand reached up to apply pressure to the side of her head. A pained grimace spread itself over her as if the mere inquiry to recall who he was had caused immense pain. Which it did, of course. Internally it was all a haze. All Kana knew was that she simply existed and wasn’t dead. Her mind seemed able to process all the information up until and after the invasion on Ord Mirit but the inbetweens was almost as if locked inside an internal vault.
There was no time to think on it. A weakness like that would be abused and with that Kana set her eyes pleadingly on the other woman in front of her. Kana was by all means blind and not only to her own cause. All she truly knew was that her mind said it ‘felt right’ and that she acted on it.
“I don’t want revenge.” Kana exclaimed as the pain subsided. “My friends are blind, I just...”
“This is about... About...” Her arm began to shiver in the struggle to not let anger take control. “I don’t know! It’s about something greater than they know and I just need to open their eyes to it. If that means I have to tear down their structure so be it. They will thank me when I am done.”
Another pleading look tried to achieve eye contact with the apparently-not-Jedi. Kana was sorry, she was, but there were things going on that was just beyond her capability of control. She didn’t want this, the words didn’t feel like they were her own and she certainly never wouldn’t have uttered anything like it if she had complete self-control.
By a lack for a better word, she was lost.
Lost and afraid.
Anger seized the reins once more and in an aggravated set of attacks she went on the offensive looking to overpower the other woman by force. Head, arms, head, head, legs, arms, head. She wanted her to fall over, to be quiet and most of all she wanted her to fight back. Was Kana’s end in sight? Possibly.
Objective: B
Opponent: [member="Kian Karr"]
Equipment: Hide Armour, 2xHand Cannon (one not loaded), 2x lightsabers (one on the floor)
The Jedi force pushed her and cannon, it did not move as much he thought it would. As her hand was covered by her hide armour, and this was capable of resisting the force push. The shot missed him but not by much, it had pierced his robe leaving a visible hole in it. Though a inch was good as mile if it still missed, well that what she been told though. She hen saw him try force push her, he must not realized that did not have same effect that he hoped for the first time. She was pushed back a bit, but no where near the amount she would have been if was not for her hide armour. As a result she did not loose balance, and she then saw him try and attack her. The attack would have been much more successful if she was of balance, but she was not. As he lunged at her, she leaped up and when to strike him across the head.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZrVc_8vbZP8
She landed on her feet behind him, not knowing if her sudden unexpected strike had hit or not..........
I just liked the clip, and it is good reenactment of what I did, though with out the headache for kian karr unless he wants it
Objective: B Location: Near Gate of Command Center Allies: Primeval Enemies: [member="Gwrtheyrn"] Silver Jedi Order
Gear: Theseus' Dual Lightsabers, Meditation Stones (X3)
Theseus studied with a sort of calmness. As the creature displayed great senses, and reflexes. Heck he wasn't even surprised his hiding tactic was failing him. As the creature made it's way towards him. It was taking the creature a moment. Though Theseus remembered that this thing had picked up on Theseus' whistle despite the fact their was a full on battle raging around them. Which meant Theseus had to take into account this thing had a strong sense of hearing. Whether it was hearing his breath, his movements, or something else of Theseus' he wasn't entirely sure. As he watched the weapon the creature used vaporize his cover. Theseus was about to do the irrational thing, though with rational intentions. He needed to change his approach... and that meant he was going to do the impossible. He was going to come out of hiding and face this creature head on for a small bout, and if he found an opportunity then he'd get himself distance. It appeared timing and execution would be key, as this creature wouldn't allow Theseus the luxury of a thought out approach.
Theseus in response rolled out of the path of danger. Then spinning to face the creature Theseus hit the activation switch on his offhanded light saber. Particularly because he wanted to trick the creature into thinking it was his main handed weapon. The purple blade came to life and Theseus didn't bother giving it the test spins he normally did to check and make sure he'd balanced it the way he wanted it to be balanced. He instead went straight to work and started with a uppercut towards the creatures hand. After all the art of Ataru or form VI was all about agressive and precise strikes to quickly disable, or destroy your opponent. Which is why Theseus favored it so as it provided him the means to avoid Extensive combat. He was skilled with both hands as he usually dual wielded his blades. Though he needed an element of surprise and that was why he sought to start the conflict with his off handed weapon and save his dominate hand's weapon for defensive, and surprise purposes when they were needed.
Objective: A; leading the defense of the Sith Citadel. Location: On the walls. Allies: Silver Sanctum Coalition Enemies: The Primeval | [member="Darth Vornskr"] Gear:Armour | Sword | Lightsaber
The large boulder crashed into the top of the wall between the two, shattering ears and shaking the ground. As it rolled down the side and away from the them, Kaine began his taunting, recounting his version of what had happened the day Asha died. Thurion listened, but did not take his words to heart. No, these were the words of someone who's whole life was shaped by war, hatred and death. They were skewed, distorted beyond recognition to anyone with red, hot blood in his veins rather than the cold, black liquid of his opponent. The likes of Kaine Zambrano were beyond saving.
Rather than give in to Kaine's desecration of his mentor's memory, Thurion shook his head and replied calmly: "No, Lord of Panatha. Asha Seren is now one with the Force, and more powerful than any of us. It is she that I draw strength from to fight the legions of the abyss, such as you, Kaine. You have no love or hope in your heart, and for that I do not resent you." He brandished Snowfall once more. "I pity you." The Force imbued his being as he then leaped across the large gap caused by the impact of the boulder, his blade held aloft as he brought his full might down on the Sith Lord as Jedi and Valkyri merged into one. "FOR ODIIR!"
Objective: B - Defending Orbital Defence Command Center
Location: Currently inside the compound.
Allies: Silver Jedi Order
Enemy: Primeval
Equipment: Jedi Robes, twin lightsabers (Green, Blue)
The carnage outside could be heard throughout the Command Centre. George had just arrived to provide reinforcements to his comrades already fighting at the gate. George was a fairly young Jedi and had not the experience of the other Padawans nor witness such insane casualties. George was dropped in the rear of the compound to ensure a safe drop. His hands shaking and his legs were jelly, he was about to fight along side his Jedi brothers and sisters against any who opposed. As he made his way towards the front of the compound the explosions grew louder. George had no idea what he was about to get himself into, but he knew he would have to do something as he couldn't sit idly by watching friends be slain. As he got towards the gates he could see Coalition soldiers trying to repel Primeval troopers, but they were being forced further and further back into the compound.
George knew he had to act and quickly. As he ran towards the blaster fire he's gripped the lightsaber at his right hip removing it from his belt. Running towards battle he's ignited the blade ready to face the enemies at hand. As blaster bolts flew by he had to remember his training, focus and use the force."Let me handle this." George bellowed at the soldiers beside him. He brought his saber up and began deflecting enemy fire. It was the first time George had faced real blaster fire but he knew he had to treat it like a simulator and not let the fear of it all get inside his head. George managed to deflect some bolts back at the troopers firing but non with any real accuracy. George managed to move closer and closer until he was within 5 meters of the troopers. The group of troopers numbered 5, it was dwindled down by the Coalition soldiers but were still making roads up into the compound. George had little training in force powers but had managed to use them in the pass, as the blaster fire continued George released his saber with his left hand leaving his dominant right hand to continue the defence. He thrusted his hand out in front of him towards the troopers and let the force flow through him and out his hand creating a blast of wind. Not at all strong compared to others out there, but at that range managed to disable the troopers long enough to get in melee distance. George now with both hands on his saber began swinging and slicing through the fallen troopers till only one stood. Still a few meters away from George he managed to regain his blaster and began firing at George, this time as a few deflected bolts flew away into the distance one managed to return to the trooper hitting him in the chest. All the troopers were now down and out. George quickly moved back to the soldiers taking command of the small force.
(Cool song. Never heard it!)
Objective: B
Location: Outside the Orbital Defense Station
Allies: Primeval | [member="Darth Voracitos"]
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Gear: Terentatek Duster | Wardens Cloak | Beskar'gam | Kallig's Scorching Saber | Tantibus | Bodo Bass Gunbelt filled with all kinds of fun explosives | Damien's Talismans of Concentration (2)
https://youtu.be/NHSQbn7_sP0
Pausing his train of thought as he stood there, Damien glanced over his shoulder and smiled. This woman emanated rage, and pain. She had lost someone close to her, else she was Sith. Which seemed impossible, due to dress, and overall aura.
Slowly turning, he kept his smile in place, "Witty? Sure, but banter? You got the wrong guy." Damien called as he reached behind his body to the small of his back, where he drew forth Kallig's Scorching Lightsaber.
Holding the hilt, Damien pondered whether mentalism would work well in this situation. But he knew little to nothing of the woman and her capabilities. Mostly he could tell she was a Master, as not many Knights had a better energy reserve than he; which she did. Thus, as he nodded slowly, he came to the conclusion that martial ability was likely to win this battle.
Stepping closer, he next pondered Tantibus' uses, yet knew the bulky sword would indeed come in handy after he tired her a bit. But here in the beginning it would likely only get in the way. She was nubile and fleeting, he was large and partially restrained. There would be no comparison for now.
Had he his one time allies, his CZAR Enhancements and his old body, when he moved swift enough to blur without the Forces aid...he would devastate this woman. Obliterate her, extinguish her flame, and castrate her soul.
But for now....
For now he would settle with her head on a plate.
Lunging forward, Damien sought to throw a swift kick at her mid section just to abruptly halt tactics, dropping to the ground in a flourish that spun him around in a sweeping motion, intent on knocking her from her feet.
It seems this opponent was going to be a handful. Despite their coordination, the Jedi had managed to withstand all they tossed at them and swiftly retreated towards a barracks. Right now Catalys was leaning on the outside wall of a building not too far from the barracks itself. "If you've got another grenade, now's the time to use it." He reminded his compatriot, the mercenary had been a big help thus far.
There were battles going on all over the compound and he could only assume that things were going to get more difficult hereon out but not with her. It was time to finish things here. Jedi or not, she was still just a person and like any person she bled, her bones broke, and even if there were higher limits to reach they would still be limits felt in any drawn out engagement. He wondered what pains she had taken, and how much of a toll stress was taking on her body as she pushed herself to the limits in an effort to avoid any serious damage from their coordinated strikes.
Moving into position, the Exemplar found himself flanking the left side wall and still had his pulse rifle ready to fire once more, sure to avoid any windows or doorways along the way until he reached a blind spot between the exit and the rest of the courtyard. The only other way to get to his position would be to jump over the building itself or to blow a hole through the wall. In any case, he was ready for these three options and prepared to fire upon the Jedi once Condor did the deed of drawing her out or pinning her down.
I counter your Norse metal with my Egyptian metal!
Objective: Objective A - Assault the walls of the Citadel, and reclaim it for the Sith! Location: On the wall, battling Thurion with muh swuord Allies: The Primeval, and anyone assaulting the Citadel Enemies: The Silver Sanctum Coalition (Whatever the hell that is), and my best buddy, best pal [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] Gear:
"Pity is for the dead! And soon you shall join their ranks!" bellowed the monstrous Sith Lord as Heavenshield lunged across the festering gap left behind in the boulder's wake, bringing his sword down with the strength of ten men to try and cleave him in two. He brought his own weapon up in a horizontal block, the flat edge of the blade faced towards Thurion's oncoming weapon, the runes inscribed across the blackened surface glowing brightly as the other blade neared. When they would collide, it would be with a thunderous explosion of power and energy, the vile electricity stored within the weapon being unleashed as if someone had opened the floodgates on an overflowing reservoir of power. The exertion of such strength would be so magnificent that anyone caught outside of the epicenter (Kaine and Thurion) would be knocked flat by the sheer explosive energy, and those that happened to glance at it in the short seconds it existed would be rendered temporarily blind.
By no means did this leave Kaine and Thurion unaffected by the explosion of pure energy, the blast had enough force behind it to knock someone like Kaine clear on his ass and then some, and that is exactly what happened. The blast flung the Sith Lord head over heels before he managed to right himself at the last moment and prevent himself from flinging off the side of the wall, stabbing his smoldering sword deep into the ground to halt himself. Tendrils of black smoke billowed from his armor where the discharge of lightning had seared the black banded armor plates, and he could smell his own burning flesh in his nostrils as he rose back up to his full height. He yanked his blade free of the ground, and gave it a cursory glance and was pleased to discover that besides exhibiting the same smoldering fumes his own armor displayed, the blade was virtually undamaged.
He knew better than to doubt the craftsmanship of Rave Merrill, but one could never be too sure. He looked back towards where they had collided, wondering how Thurion fared considering the blast was angled mostly at him, and it was only the result of the massive eruption that knocking Kaine back so far. He would not move to hastily reengage, but instead waited... prowling like a hungry animal cornering its prey. "Believe what you will." he called out to wherever Thurion was, "Being one with the Force is just a fancy way of saying she's eternal worm food, Heavenshield. If you want, I can show you the shallow grave where I dumped her mangled corpse..."
Objective B, transitioning to A
Location: Somewhere in the orbital, non orbital station
Enemies: None yet
Allies: Theoretically [member="Valiens Nantaris"].
Well, nothing was happening at the orbital, non orbital station. At least where Siobhan was. Misc Prime NPCs had appeared, but were pulverised by her with a telekinetic explosion of pure...explosiveness. The hail of blaster bolts they fired dissipated into pure background noise.
Comms chatter implied that there was more fighting going on at the Citadel. Siobhan, who so far had not gotten the chance to do much in this fight, glanced over to Nantaris. "I'm heading over to the Citadel. See whether there's someone to fight there. You can come if you like." That said she quickly commandeered a random fighter. Since none of the misc NPC soldiers were doing any fighting, presumably there were plenty of those that were not being used!
Undoubtedly it would vanish into background noise once it had outlived its usefulness. That done she quickly steered towards the Citadel. Presumably she would arrive in time, since there was quite some ground to cover. Like in the next post or so.
((OOC: After discussion with [member="Nima Tann"] and [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], Sio will be fighting Anja once their duel is resolved))
Objective: A Location: Outside the walls Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"] Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"] Gear: Personal lightsaber
Another series of strikes, and one, two, three more burns manifested. Even in anger the woman wasn't without skill. Where most would have been entirely unfocused the one standing across from her was carefully calculated. Once more that nudge at the back of her mind persisted that they were the same, for Force's sake, and so could be saved in much of the same manner. Which, of course, meant it would take more than words to get through to her, not that Keira had a problem with lashing out with an attack of her own. Sure, she was somewhere on the path of redemption, but she was still very much herself. And that meant less than conventional ways of going about most anything. Hopefully her methods would be received just as Connor's had been when used against her: as a wake-up call, and nothing more.
It wouldn't do good to retaliate with her own blade, as the pain from her broken rib already carved a pain like fire through her chest from simply blocking the swings of the other. A repulse of the Force was released instead, cracking like thunder, an attempt to both drive the woman backwards and perhaps disarm her in one fell swoop. When it came to knocking sense into people, she tended to take things rather literally. It was one way to go about things, and even if the woman didn't see sense, it wasn't a necessarily detrimental thing to weaken her in any manner. If nothing else, it would turn the fight to her favor, in some small degree. What she wouldn't admit was that it would likely take a measure of time before she was able to manage another ethereal strike of that caliber. Telekinesis may have been her specialty, but it didn't come effortlessly.
"You don't want this." For all of her violence earlier, the words were spoken in a tone that was of the consoling sort, yet still firm in its own way. "I can see that. I understand. I didn't want it either. You know this isn't you. You know you were never once like this." Was she reciting what she had observed, or her own experience? At this point she couldn't tell the difference. "Now you don't know anything other than constantly fighting, and most of the time it seems that there isn't any cause beyond it. You're fighting to stay alive, but there are better alternatives that you've seen and know are out there. You want out. You just don't know how to get there." That was just as much a recollection of her own thoughts as it was an assessment of the other woman. Where it had come from she wasn't sure. Typically she would be hard-pressed to offer any sort of assistance to an adversary on the battlefield. Something made this different.
Reaching out through the Force she touched on the aura of the other woman while at the same time allowing her own equally fractured presence to be felt in return. If nothing else, it was a sign of her own quiet understanding. "The only one blind here is you, and it isn't your fault. There isn't a need to walk alone, when there are others in the galaxy like you. Like us." This was the sort of help she would have wanted those years ago, and she could only hope it would be received with some amount of thoughtfulness. "I can get you away from here, away from everything that's caused you to turn to a path you never would have chosen otherwise. It won't be easy, and it'll take awhile, but I can tell you it's a lot better than fighting alone. All you have to do is take the first step." That last sentence was a bit more Jedi-esque than she had intended, but it was too late to turn back now.
"No one's going to hurt you. I won't hurt you. But first you have to stand down." Had their positions been reversed and the clock wound back a year or two, she knew her first response would have been to strike out at the one calling for a surrender, and she was prepared for just that. Had this been her younger self, she wouldn't have hesitated to attempt to strike down whomever was speaking to her. But hopefully what small connection they shared through their suffering would win out against the incessant call of the dark. There wasn't any way to tell. Just as she had been and still was, the woman was volatile.
Objective: A Location: the Citadel Allies: Someone I suppose Enemies: Chastity Lunelle (captured) [member="Connor Harrison"] Gear: Whip[SIZE=9.33333333333333px] [/SIZE]Sword[SIZE=9.33333333333333px] [/SIZE]Pistol[SIZE=9.33333333333333px] [/SIZE]Armor
He was exhausted, the fight had been brutal and honestly he was glad it was over, there had been more killing than necessary, mostly because his little prize hasn't figured out what he knew all along, she wasn't capable of beating him. Her master stood as he turned and walked away from him, Kuryr could feel the raw emotions flowing off on him, the anger and sorrow? love? perhaps, but it was intense none the less. He felt the force rushing towards him, he felt it beginning to engulf him completely, his arm moved just slightly the saber in his hand sprung to life, a familiar blue blade hummed just inches from the girl's face.
And just as quickly as it had come, it was gone. The anger remained, this man was going to be a problem for as long as they both lived. They would have a reckoning, of that he was sure. But it wouldn't be now, yet another weakness on the part of the master, allowing his feelings for the girl cloud his judgement. Turning one last time he shook his head, " You fail her yet again, no wonder she was unable to best me. Have you ever been honest with her? or yourself for that matter."
With a smile he pressed a button on his gauntlets and the explosives he had used earlier went off, sending the floor above him crashing down. He backed up, dust and debris filling the air, allowing him to slip away, and hopefully killing the negligent master in the process. He didn't think that something so mundane would be enough to kill him, oh no they would have their day, clashing blades. fighting for the soul of someone with more promise than her master had been willing to pull from her.
The Defiler drank deeply from the icy chalice of the Dark Side and relished the sickly-sweet tang as he drained the glass to its dregs. The Fanged Spirit's power coursed through Ursine veins like a charge of electricity, begging to be unleashed. Warok was not one to deny his primal urges. He raised both paws and stared up through the massive hole in the roof at the Great Sky Spirit above. Lips parted in a ululating cry, an utterance in a foreign tongue.
Threads of white lightning crackled from above, striking through the gaping skylights to smite the troops below. Those who had just filed into the room to engage the Gulandi warriors soon perished amid the staccato chorus of contained destruction. Their cries were cut violently short. Most didn't even get the chance to scream, cut down by unfettered electrical discharge. The smell of burnt flesh soon mixed with the terrified expulsion of feces. Warok inhaled until his lungs filled with the wretched fumes of battle. Then he choked out a giggle. He hadn't had this much fun in weeks!
With a slashing gesture, Warok ended his display of power by summoning one final bolt of lightning from on high, aimed to smite Romeo Sin's pate and finish the job. It might not kill him, but the sheer voltage would fry his nervous system and leave his body a twitching wreck. He could probably recover from that... eventually.
Meanwhile, Vilaz would find Warok quite easily if he continued following the small bear-prints into the large building with the hole in the roof.
Objective: A
Location: Outside the Temple
Allies: The Primeval
Enemies: Silver Sanctum Coalition ([member="Arrbi Betna"])
Weapons: Good Looks, Charisma, Spells and a blaster
Isabella had never met an actually Mandalorian until today but she had done some reading on them. They were a warrior class that never backed down from a fight. She had heard that some were blood thirsty over what Prime had done to them so why had he just stopped like that in front of her? Blinking slightly Izzy just stared at him for a few seconds puzzled at what he was doing. Was this some sort of trick? It had to be because Izzy didn't know what else could it could be.
"You don't think I could knock you out with my magic stick?" She questioned spinning it around a few times in her hands. When she got back Izzy was going to be getting herself an actual weapon but he didn't really need to know that. She needed to make herself as fierce as possible. "What are you scared of me?" She stated looked at him taking a single step forward but not making a move at him yet. The young girl was still kind of puzzled at what he was doing.
Objective: A Location: Outside the Walls Allies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] Enemies: [member="Nima Tann"] et Wolf
Be there no need for concentration with what Loxa Visl had conjured. Her's was but an advanced yet simple use of Force Push, no more, no less. It would do no good for both of them to be lost in deep meditative combat - Loxa was alert, aware, and ever connected to the web of the Force that flowed around them.
Ring ring on a higher chord as the Jedi flew aloft, winging over the the blast and past their heads. Beyond the telltale thrumming of the giant wolf tumbling away gave Loxa a moment to realign her mind. The Host Lord was alive with the arcane influence, Loxa could feel it upon her skin and within her bones. It was a song of dark powers she had not long seen or practiced - but a song she knew well in her heart. It echoed on the winds between worlds, beautiful, dangerous, melodious.
Spiders.
The Priestess' fingers clutched at her staff, feeling the sensation of the pull impressed upon it.
Ah-ah, said the dark soul within her mind, know not what you tarry with child...
Pin-prickling jolts of purple-laced gold surged along the arms of the Priestess, scattering across the length of her Phrik staff where they collected within the amber orb at the peak. Loxa could hear the echos of ancient spells chanting within the reaches of her memory where they became emblazoned by her will. A sudden snap of electricity lanced outwards from the orb towards Nima with the power to blacken flesh and bone - a single strike only as the wolf made its rebound towards her - whether the bolt hit or not remained to be seen.
Loxa swiveled on her heel in a billowing display of white, grey, and brown - the gleam of her lantern eyes switching to the approaching beast. With calculated timing the Priestess swiftly slipped to one side and swung the head of her staff towards the skull of the beast, issuing with the motion yet another blast of Force power in an attempt to knock the creature back off its paws.
Location: Sith Citadel
Objective: Fight a teddy Bear?
Enemies: [member="Warok the Defiler"]
Allies: [member="Romeo Sin"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Aedan blinked from his perch atop the escape pod as he saw once dead members of the Darkon Regiment rising it brought back memories of the time he had worked for the sith. Snarling the young man's eyes started to glow under his helmet as he tapped the butt of his spear against the escape pod. Taking a step off of it the young man ignited the lightsaber pike its violet blade with a black core springing forth as he looks around for the source. Spotting it he finally started to walk forward spinning his pike so that its blade dragged along the ground behind him cutting into it almost disrespectful to the Sith. Reaching out with the force suddenly the young man begin to manipulate it drawing some of it into himself fueling it with his anger at seeing the dead forced to fight. His eyes almost glowed with his anger as the force enhanced his body. Using another portion of it he reached out and suddenly started to exert the force around the Ewok attempting to lift him from the ground and pull him towards him.
He stopped as he saw the lightning arching towards his friends back spinning his saber pike he leapt towards Romeo placing himself between the lightning and him catching the lighting on its blade causing it to crackle up and down the glowing blade. Smirking Aedan lowered himself into a crouch prepared to really take the fight to the enemy now nodding towards Romeo Sin lightly. "I got your back bro focus on your opponent and leave the bear to me."
Objective: A Location: Outside the walls. Allies: [member="Loxa Visl"] Enemies: [member="Nima Tann"] Gear: Anja's Armour | Dreamweaver
Even expert mentalists have found Anja's mind a difficult obstacle... Not due to her mental defenses, really, but because of the incomprehensible depths within. A shattered mind that was only held together by her zeal and will, an enigma as to how she hasn't succumbed to insanity. A connection was made, it was enough to disrupt her spiders causing them to slow down and float about as if gravity itself had decided to ignore their existence. Rather than continue this charade she moved into other areas of her magic, the spiders withered away into nothingness.
This would become a battle of wills, resolves, and minds. Reaching out she intended to touch Nima beyond illusions, things she could rationalize as being falsities was too ineffective. Yet what if she could no longer sense reality? What if all her nightmares, fears, pains, and misfortunes become as real to her as cold snow? The dark side swelled in her veins, pouring from her body and spirit into an abomination of powers that formulated her magicks. The energy she gave off was sour to taste, to feel it as Jedi or Sith was to swallow acid.
Through this energy she attempted to reach into Nima's mind, calling on her perceptions of reality themselves and portraying a most foul feeling; that tiny insects were crawling underneath her skin and boring into her muscle and bone. Sight, pain, all would become vivid, even more so than her previous illusions. With Loxa distracting the wolf, Anja was in a position to use such a power, an ability that required focus on your opponent and nothing else. This was a sign of faith in her companion.
There was some overconfident remark shouted the Sith Lord's way. "And here I thought the Jedi would make this all to easy for me." Kentarch replied in a toneless voice. "But I'm impressed. Your the first one to ever see through my force cloak." Kentarch continued. When the man revealed his face, the Sith remained unmoved by the man's presence. With his surprise attack foiled Kentarch switched on his red lightsaber and face his attacker. Snarking, a little too snarky in Kentarch's opinion.
"I did come here to kill Jedi. Your stain on this world has come to an end." He said to [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"], pointing his lightsaber at the man. "Its time this planet was liberated from the light and returned to its rightful owners." Drawing on the force as he spoke, the Sith drew on presence of the Dark side. Then in an instant Kentarch jumped up and towards the Jedi, the force propelling him along the way. Opening strong the Sith launched a Djem So assault, with his lightsaber above the head and the saber itself angled back and down at a forty-five degree angle, Kentarch came crashing down on the Jedi Master with considerable force.
The Sith spoke again, but the Jedi's gaze remained unwavering on them, listening to their first words. "Well, we wouldn't have lived this long if we were too easy, would we?" The Jedi Master would remark off-handedly with a casual shrug. His eyes were focused on the Sith, but he seemed so relaxed. The expression on his face, the look in his eyes - it was as if he didn't have a care in the world.
"My stain in the world has come to an end, you say?" The Jedi Master would inquire as he stared his opponent down. "You sound so... Sure of yourself. Ahh... Arrogance. A Sith trait, through and through. You follow a path of arrogance to the letter, like a stereotypical Sith Lord... Quaint. But it is always that arrogance that seems to lead to their downfall... It is a Sith weakness, no? Ah hah... But you will strike me if I use the word weakness in accordance to you, correct? Your pride... Is another weakness that anyone from Jedi, to one of your own will surely capitalize on..."
The Jedi Master did not move as the man charged, force aided and all... He waited until the last second before he would raise his hand, clenching his fist. A force of energy would send Kentarch flying through the air, crashing into one of the pillars. Whether it collapsed or not depended on the force of his impact. But he would finally leave his perch, drawing his lightsaber once again, the brilliant blue shining like a beacon of hope... Of justice.
"You Sith are all the same... You have such a gift, but you waste it" The Jedi Master would chide as he would pace the room, letting his opponent get up, never keeping his eyes off him. "You could have used this gift to make the galaxy a better place... To make it what it deserves to be. But no... All you Sith crave is power... Dominance. But a galaxy, an empire... That serves only a force that only looks for itself will collapse on itself in time, when it cannot sufficiently keep itself afloat, no? And that is why the Sith will always fail... They collapse on themselves. As will anything under them. Neither side is perfect... But the Sith, like yourself... Are a well of wasted potential" He spoke as he waited for the man to make his next move.
"I will not die today, Sith... But you've made it clear to me that only one of us is leaving this room alive"
Objective:B
Location: Inside the Orbital Command Center
Allies: Silver and Friend
Ememies: [member="Perla Pirjo"] ?
Gear: Silver Robes, Knifes from AKK dog teeth, Lightsabers (one hidden at this time)
Perla Pirjo said:
Objective: B Location: Inside the Orbital Command Center Allies: Primeval Enemies: [member="Maya Whitelight"] (dueling) Gear: Chain-sickle (currently stuck in a wall), Primeval Advanced Agent Tactical Armor, Lightsaber
As the pink-skinned Jedi dodged her scythe, Perla's arm whipped back due to the velocity of the chain-sickle whip. Instinctively she let the whip handle go, and the blade stuck in between two durasteel panels of the Command Center wall. As soon as she lost the grip on her main weapon, she felt a Force Push slam into her from the Zeltron and flew backwards, her arms windmilling around. Once she gathered her balance again, she rooted herself to the floor, and with a grunt, sent out a violent Force Blast to propel the lightside energy away from her until it reached enemy's position and smacked into the Silver Jedi's Force barrier.
Hissing quietly and with arms outstretched in front of her, Perla kept up the pressure as best as she could, hoping the Zeltron would tire and lose her concentration on the barrier, and then witch could employ the full force of her own blast to knock the Jedi off her feet.
Holding back as much as she could as she let herself bring one of her knifes up letting it fly true, but this all happen with in fourth of a second if that as she used the force to hide what her next move would be. It was as if she wanted to hurt after all she was more of healing when other was wound herself not doing the wounded.
Right now this one left her no choice or so she thought, maybe she would get tried or even see that just maybe she was out of her mind to come up against her. Right that that would happen, even so she had to tried as she gather once again more with in her but now it was how the light inside of her force was starting to swirl now as it came to play. It taking more of a shadow type. As she let the cage of her warrior stay cage but wanting out now to play, she knew the danger that could happen if that came to be out to play.
Objective: YUSSSSS! (A) Location: I AM THE DECORATION! (Inside the citadel) Allies: [member="Mishk"]! Come to my aid lovely! (Primeval) Enemies: LOVE ME! ([member="Taeli Raaf"]) Gear: Oh, well you see here I've got my hands, my Throne, my whip, my Lovey! , and a secret surprise!
My whip is something I've used since day one, a sixfive four meter long paralytic barbed whip capable of rending flesh into shreds, and lacing the wounds with a quick acting paralytic drug that relaxes the muscles for increased damage upon subsequent lashes, without numbing the pain. Often seen dirty with chunks of flesh and dry coagulated blood coating it. Immediate effects of the poison affects only the lacerated area, but will spread quickly throughout the radius given several moments, especially if close to major arteries.
As for my special surprise, I won't tell what it is, but I promise it isn't anything cheaty! I just prefer to unveil it when it is most dramatic! If you are uncomfortable facing me with this in mind, I'll fill you in via PM.
OOC: Note, sorry about the wait. The 10th was me and my GF's 9 month, and I have to work tomorrow, so this isn't my best quality post unfortunately. PM for questions!
Curious feline eyes looked upon the Jedi with the floating icicles, and wondered what she could possibly hoped to do with them against his whi-... aw. If the Hutt actually cared about the material things in this realm that wasn't flesh, he might have frowned that yet another meter of his whip had been diminished by not one saber blade, but a spinning dual violet flurry of them! That violet glint illuminated his eyes in the flashes of its spin, just as the those icicles were launched at his thick skin, hoping to pierce eyes and random parts of his resilient yet diseased and blistered black flesh.
Pierce his eyes they did, one of them at least, though the other shut in the pain of the impact against the soft flesh of his alien iris, his mouth letting out a shriek of painful rage as blindness overcame him... a black blindness... a quavering, living, hysterical blindness. As his whip pulled away from the spinning blades, his hands writhing to the distress of their Master, and the gore surrounding the Jedi's feet began quivering in kind to his faltering concentration... then another thing happened.
In his moment of faltering vulnerability, the sodium was separated from a corpse, and mixed with the potent icicles (which were either deflected against his leather, or partially lodged to do little damage beyond his eye)... resulting in a shattering explosion near his back. Luckily, his Vaapad was not harmed, meaning it was instead sent to wait for the correct moment to strike... which could be now, or could be never. His Throne however? Smoking and crashing to the ground before the Jedi, resulting in the slug being grounded in the grimy bloody sludge of the ground.
"MISHK!" The abominable creature shrieked, as a thick meaty tendril of the force wrapped around his body, and began to drag him out from his rubble rapidly to fixate his tiny form onto the back of his Master. Momentarily, his control over the meat surrounding the Jedi Master was hampered, in part due to the throbbing pain of his fresh wound, and his diverted focus to recalling his Apprentice to assist him. However, that momentary lapse of control was brief, and followed by an even more potent but erratic command over this soup of dead-stuff.
Zambrano, had an interesting history when it came to blindness. He was first blinded, when under severe hallucinogens that perceived the she-demon who dashed his vision from him, as a long spindly spider... upon waking up to a permanent perpetual darkness, the psychopath simply could not conceive of an empty realm. So, he supplanted his blindness with a reality in which all the corners of reality were occupied by the Blinders... arachnid beasts that infested every crevice of his psyche. While the rampant and potent fear served as a detriment to whatever remained of the Hutts sense of "self-control" and "logic"... it served to greatly amplify the available fuel he had in which to draw from to accomplish things most unnatural, and otherwise inaccessible to him.
Before him, in the Jedi's place, was a towering pillar of fear and loathing, a sprawling, crawling, vibrating column of living nightmarish spindly legs and pincers and eyes... soooo many eyes. Those bleak tiny orbs pressed against every indistinguishable beastly face, all thriving and writhing against each other in the form of a ghastly woman. The black sludgy heart of the Hutt pounded against his rotten flesh, at the "sight" of her, the thick slow moving blood becoming light and faster, his cool and drying frostbitten skin warming and moistening as the fluctuations of his control became consistent in his fear-amplified favor.
The ooze against the walls and the floor, already staining everything in its black-crimson embrace, swelled with his quickly hyperventilating breath, becoming less vicious and oil like, it came crawling to him as a horde of villainous spiders, and the Hutt roared in horror as they charged at his sullied flesh lifting him from his place and acting as a slick by which the Hutt may be ferried and more brutally close to the Jedi... roaring in equal parts rage and fear. Without real knowledge of what was going on, the Hutt proceeded to choke the woman through the ashen tendrils of the force, just as his acidic hands tried to bear down and grapple the saber from her hand... in the process probably losing his whip.
His flesh could deal with a number of lightsaber strike before becoming problematic to his health, and although it was threatening, he held no motivating fear to avoid them. All the beast saw was a monster to be slayed, not wounded as he would normally... there was no playing when it came to his hysterical arachnid fear.
