Another Battle of Anzat [TSE vs SJO]

[Kira Vaal]

“It is time to earn your keep.”
Kira kept repeating these words through her mind as she sat in quiet contemplation where several crates had been placed by the survivors they had managed to get into the cave network, a small group of ravaged individuals who had so far put on faces of bravery and a will to continue onwards, they had in every essence surprised Kira to no end.
She like the other Jedi that were scattered throughout the room had been part of the party dispatched by the Trade Council to Anzat to answer the attack against the planet by the imperialist notions of the Sith Empire and their wilful move to raze all that the locals had tried to retain after the collapse of the Silver’s Jedi control.
Naturally the Council had discussed every option and Kira had no doubt they probably still were for lack of better understanding on the situation. This had left the Jedi and a handful of military volunteers a small window in which to assemble and get to the world as fast as they possibly could.
*It wasn’t enough*
She felt the emotion rather then the words, her eyes looking up from their ground directed overwatch to look across the mulled group in search of the source.

She took in small groupings, each huddled in cloths and blankets that had been salvaged in their retreat to the cavern systems. Scattered conversation could be heard through the otherwise suppressing silence that was occasionally interrupted by the sound of dripping water as it leaked through the damp limestone or a distant rumble of some pocket of combat against the Sith forces as they continued their unchecked rampage.
Food had become a huge problem and many had began to murmur about hope being lost unless something, anything could be done. She personally had taken to counting what they did have and with that the realisation became much more dire then they had initially thought. They had a few days of absolute minimal rationing available to them, less if more survivors appeared as the occasionally did during the Jedi’s quick patrols into the surrounding area. Yet even she was at a loss, unless they fixed the situation soon all this would be for nothing.

She had taken it upon herself to seclude her thoughts and retreat to the quietest area of the cavern, which is where she now sat. Her appearance upon Centares had led to a quick recruitment into the Trade Council, as well as a level of interest in her taken by the Jedi Order that had taken allegiance with them. This gave the young woman a reason to carry forward, to reconnect with the Force and continue her teachings as she had once tried to do. Yet naturally it was not so easy as just announcing herself once more as a Jedi, she had to find someone else, someone who would show her the way forward as well as finding the Jedi within herself once more. Was doing that within a war zone the smartest move? Probably not, yet Kira returned to her inner thoughts as she waited for news.

The subtle prod alerted her to Mathias’ request for a gathering. Her eyes scanning until she found him recently returned from the small tunnel that was the quickest way to the surface. She would take to her feet, suddenly feeling the ache of just how tired she was, that would have to be ignored she thought as she wiped the cave dust from her outfit and began to move across the cavern, stretching her weary arms to remove the bite of the cold from them as she did. Yet no more then halfway down into the cavern she would hear the rush of engines, the slam of thrusters and the feeling of a quick threat flow through her before fading.

“What the frell was that?” She said towards one she recognised from the original team that had came with them.
“Ship in the Eastern Tunnels, came in faster then we could pick up.” She got a reply and hastily looked towards Mathias, catching his eye. “Says he’s with the Council.”
It wouldn’t be the patrol, Arcanus was due soon, but not this soon. No this was something else…

[member="Mathias Zaren"] | [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"] | [member="Kirie Ito"] | [member="Icarus Volcata"]

 

[Leira Rhys]

Leira was flooded with a sense of euphoria as she watched her blade graze his skin and form a long crimson burn mark on his bicep. He quickly turned to retaliate with his amber saber, quickly bring it down towards her head. Before it could connect. Leira spun her saber staff to meet his amber saber. She was taken aback with how hard the blow against her saber felt. Her small body felt unstable for a few seconds due to the force of the impact. Leira put her right foot behind her left to keep her stance strong.

For a split second, she came to her senses again. The clash of their sabers and shaken her senses. Her eyes turned from a child full of rage and murder to those of an unwilling soldier, full of regretfulness and guilt at seeing the long crimson wound she had caused on his wound. Though the separation of herself from Vereshin was fleeting Ronin would certainly be able to tell that she was a different person even if only for milliseconds. Vereshin gained hold of her mind as quickly as he had lost it, though, and the murderous version of herself returned.

Unlocking the middle section of her saber staff, her sabers became two. Holding one with a reverse grip, she suddenly took a quick step back from Ronin's lightsaber that was previously interlocked with her. If he wasn't paying close attention, it may cause him to stumble forward a small amount. Keeping the saber in her left hand near to her body for a defense that was held with a standard grip, she took a quick swipe with her right-hand saber that was held in reverse grip at his legs, hoping to cut off his legs. He would likely be forced to jump to avoid it or very quickly step back. Focusing in on his Force signature, she also attempted to Force push him. It was a feeble attempt as she had little time between her strike at his legs to focus but it would likely add to issues with his balance with having to jump over or step back from her attempt to cut his legs.

[member="Ronin Wendigo"]
[member="Vereshin"]

 

[Aster Jace]

Chaff for once said nothing in response to [member="Kira Jax"], Black Four simply kept himself in tight formation. He hadn't been in-atmosphere since Thyferra, and then the last breath of air he took in smelled of smoke and death, and the air here would be no different. The planet of the brain suckers likely wasn't one with a pleasant aroma. It was odd, as much as he wanted to breathe in fresh air, he could recall what that was like, before the resistance he'd been in a massive city sprawl that stank the way cities tend to, and while he had a notion of what it would be no memories came to the surface. Though now wasn't the time to ponder his past.

"You doing okay?" He called back to his astromech, who after a moment gave a bleep of confirmation, 'F3 must've been caught off guard at the change of pace from their usual barbed exchanges.

As they broke through the atmosphere and for a moment Chaff simply appreciated the sight of a horizon again, before his eyes flicked back to his radar, and the commotion all around, scanning for TIEs or any other unwelcome bogeys.

They'd lost people not being vigilant, he wasn't about to let that happen again.

 

[WelshGuy]

Anzat. It was a world that was held some of the most deadly assassins in the galaxy. Yuroic wasn't a fan of the species, they were too dependent on soup in his mind and most of the race tended to be Dark Siders. So as he descended towards the planet, he was sure that there would be plenty of Anzati that would be siding with the Sith, wishing to be with them. However, there were some that didn't clearly and Yuroic knew that they needed to help the few that wanted to resist the Sith Empire.

Once he landed on the surface, Yuroic sensed something much worse, a presence that meant that everything had changed for him. Krest. That karking Sith Lord was back. Yuroic had thought he would never see the man again, but somehow Krest had returned. Yuroic flexed the fingers in his cybernetic arm, this was a fight that he knew the Sith Lord would want. It made him dubious about fighting but he couldn't hide his presence. Though with all the Force Sensitives on the world, he was sure that his presence would be blended with the others.

However, Yuroic knew he had to face this demon, face the rage that this Krest being caused Yuroic. Steeling himself for the upcoming battle, Yuroic sent his presence towards Krest. Hello Krest, it seems we have both come to this world. Stepping onto the world, he tied the back of his hair into a ponytail. His eyes scanned around for the direction he should take forward.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Ronin Wendigo]

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

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[member="Vereshin"] | [member="Leira Rhys"]​

It was then for a moment it seems his saber once blue hue had sputter then ignited with a seem amber hue which on all accounts was not that of its normal hue. But then again so few would have known this other than those that knew him best of which so few still breath. For as much he'd pick up and train again recently in wielding his saber rather than blaster he kept. That he finds himself coming in turn with them and thru that bond learn the secret truth about himself. That till recently he had felt some hesitation about for in doing so peer into the abyss that he found it peer back at him. Causing him to unknowingly fall in line err in caution if or when he ever did ignite them. For seeming embedded deep with its very fibers were traces of a self he once was and dare not wish to be ever again. But still with the ebbing tied of battle all around it seem been inevitable that he would have found himself wielding them. Though in a subconscious choice or chance it was Mother saber that he came yield first and feel grasp firmly in one hand.


Come to ignite back to life cause the once-dormant crystal within reach out to connect with him as it did so. Cause its hue to sputter and shift to an odd ember hue at first seem as if reflecting the turmoil within him as one would expect. Which given the rarity of its crystal and equally unique properties it held. Wherein connecting with its wielder fully after a long slumber appeared to have made it latch on him with as such. That without him knowing it the initial thrust of his saber had been quite forceful. To a point, it had taken his attacker back briefly and quite unexpectedly as much as his opponent seem been a rock to some semblance of her self. That he was able to push back control to gain some semblance of clarity away from his blind rage that drew him initially. Stem from the still smoldering slash upon his skin that for a moment cause him rage with seems equally searing clouded darkness if but briefly.

To cause him pause mid swing into fully giving into it just in time as seem an uneasy confusion washed over him. As he gazed down briefly meet her gaze see a shift in her. From what he initially expect been that of a cold-hearted killer to something akin to a look of....lost ...confused... unwilling...full of regretfulness and guilt. As he caught her looking down at the deep wound she'd caused him earlier that for a moment he had to pull back and briefly nudge back by her weak force push. Seem more than not later be that of a good thing as quickly it happens that her demeanor or status change. With her full-length staff weapon disengaged to split into two as one held into a defensive stance while the other launched into an offensive low swoop aim at his lower extremities which made him move back to avoid it. Cause him to then reluctantly reach for the other saber forged during his somewhat tumultuous apprenticeship and was so tainted with the darkness as he was back then. Which then once activated dug deep enough in his reverse hold to safeguard his lower half against her attack while he held the other upright thought twisted slightly to an angle to defend against any downward attack from her.

In which time with both sabers activated and held in each hand came somehow affect him as such if one was to try read his force signature. They would be more likely or not be perplex given that due to his mix heritage and troubled past. His allegiance to the force was no less mired to a point that could easily tend be unstable as seem akin to the ebb tide. It would wane between light and dark as it tried to find a balance between them or the very least come close to it. For his lineage had no less stretched far before the come divide between light or dark thought he did not know it fully yet. And thus far had yet to achieve full control of it as the tide shifted briefly before he could eventually hold sway over it. As he then shifted his stance were in one handheld one saber afoot while the other low in stark contrast ready to act as soon she had. Holding no regard for nothing less than the solitary thought in his head that sought never again.

 

[Kat Decoria]

[member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Darth Sibilus"]

Kat had been deployed on the front lines, her blaster fired repeatedly at the Sith soldiers as she ordered a small squad of soldiers to cover her back. She saw Asaraa take lead of the front lines, admiring the girl for being the same age as Kat but already commanding an admirable force. Though Jedi did get the rights to command quite a high rank even at Padawan rank. Kat shot at some Sith troops, killing one and injuring a second and third before she heard the thum of a lightsaber. A second lightsaber and the bad feeling that Kat got, this was likely a Sith.

Seeing the Sith, Kat chucked her gun to another soldier, taking note of who it was. She grabbed her Force Pike, steeling herself for the fight. It was only because of her extensive Echani fighting style that Kat felt she should join the fight. Turning to the troops that were following her, "stand back, this is a fight between Jedi and Sith, beyond your capabilities." Kat stated calmly as she went to join Asaraa.

"So why you joining in?" One of the soldiers asked Kat, facing them a last time, Kat gave a cheeky smirk. "Cause I'm Echani and I hate following the rules!" With a giggle, she jumped forward and stood by the side of Asaraa. "Hey, I'm Kat. Shall we kick this bantha fodder's butt?" Kat offered a reassuring smile in a quite seemingly difficult situation.

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Location: Assault Frigate Hangar​

Assets: First Ranger Special Tactics Unit; AKA 'Radama Raiders'​

Objective: Freefall​

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Colonel Calderon exhaled softly, watching as his breath sent 'fog' up the inside of his dull visor. He kept his eyes focused on the inside of the helmet, letting the fog dissipate so he could once again see out the front of it.

Infront of him, five other titans of war stood tall, clad and seemingly uncomfortable in their Katarn combat armor, which had extra plating in certain spots. However, the extra plating was not the reason some of them looked uncomfortable, it was actually their method of insertion to the mission site that had a few of them shaken up.

​"Look, I can understand jumping out of a drop ship directly over an enemy emplacement, even with our transport going faster than a damn land speeder! I'll do that!" Corporal Baker exclaimed through a vocoded system in his helmet, his visor flashing a dull blue as its HUD kicked in.

Suddenly, Specialist Lowder's gloved hand came down into contact with the back of Baker's helmet.

"You're going to make that jump, you know that right?" Lowder responded to his pleas to get to the ground a different way, returning to check the kit that rested on the corporal's back.

"How does a ranger even make it into special tactics being afraid to make a HALO jump?" Valkren questioned, pushing himself into a sitting position.

Baker turned around, letting Lowder check his chest kit as well as he spoke. "Well, if you must know sir. That ranger closes his eyes and let's his systems and jets lead the way."

"Force, Baker!" Valkren continued to shake his head, then laugh as he leaned back into his resting position. His armor providing a cozy 'shell' to rest in before they went planet-side.

"How the hell are you not dead yet?" Lieutenant Konrad Harris yelled out from his position behind a weapons crate. Within the open container, Harris was performing 'surgery' on his Z-6 rotary cannon, assuring with a last minute check up that'd there be no malfunctions.

"Keep your eyes open on this one, alright?" Lowder gave the corporal a light shove before picking up his own weapon and heading towards Colonel Calderon.

Valkren's HUD suddenly burst to life, a clock in the right hand corner of his visor illuminating red.

"Alright, lets get hooked up." Valkren spoke before pushing himself to his feet, rolling the Z-6 rotary cannon that hung from a tight sling across his chest to the lowest point of his body. The five specialized rangers fell in behind him as the team made their way for the hangar door.

Once they reached a close enough distance to give them a running start before the jump, the rangers spread out and crouched onto the cold floor of the hangar, hooking their chest rig's cord to any loop they could find. This was just a safety measure as they waited for their drop zone to near, having experienced turbulence on transports with open hangars before.

[member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Ronin Wendigo"] | [member="Kat Decoria"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"]

 

[Zair Xanatos]

Walking the streets of Anzat Odhran could see boarded up windows and doors the natives were scared.. they were more than scared he could sense fear it was all around and he enjoyed it. These people didn't expect the Sith to suddenly drop down from the sky and attack but that's what happen. They didn't recive much resistens after all who would want to get in the way of the Sith Empire? Those who did were quickly taken care of. His red eyes scan the empty streets for any signs of trouble a native possibly trying to rebel? Some random do-gooder trying to do the 'right thing.' The beast couldn't help but smile at the thought his sharp teeth showing as he did, it had been a while since he was in a fight all the training and sparing help keep this urge a bay but now he wanted no... needed a citizen to challenge him so he could strike them down where they stood.

A movement caught his attention the shistavanen glance over his left shoulder, where he could see a kid trying his best to look out the window. The little boy had to be a native of this planet he had brown hair that moved slightly from the wind and green eyes..those eyes showed a mixture of fear and courage Odhran smiled even more if he still had a family at that age would he have done the same thing? The boy was curious at what was going on. That was fine Odhran would give the child something to talk about.. if they survived the attack that is. Letting out a growl he could see the child was quickly taken away by the parents as they went back into there home to hide again. Laughing to himself he continued his walk down the empty streets in search of the Jedi's that were rumored to have arrived on the planet.

 

[Darth Sibilus]

The warlord's blade hummed as he batted away blaster fire, directing it away from himself and back toward a group of enemy soldiers with ease. He towered about the crowd, and his animalistic glare would puncture the ranks, and he could see what his comrades could not. "Commander, leave these infidels to me." the Epicanthix snarled, and calmly forced his way towards the Togruta and her little friend, the grand cicatrix which writhed across his face contorted in disgust. The Sith trooper nodded, and redirected his fire and the troops fire away from the Sith Lord, and began to push on in another direction.

"A grave mistake," the Lord of Torment exclaimed bluntly, his blade whirling around him, flexing his joints and muscles for the upcoming bout. Through the swarm of troops, pushed an Echani with a forcestaff in hand. "And who's this? I see that the Silver Jedi are getting desperate, or deluded. Allowing common stock to duel with the likes of me?" he openly mocked them, utilising Dun Möch to anger and unbalance the Jedi, who relied on her calm to keep a level head in battle. He opened himself to Force sense, and began to probe. "A Padawan..? You disappoint me." the Sith Lord would snarl, exposing his teeth in a gruesome manner, before commencing with the Makashi salute.

"Your move."

[member="Kat Decoria"]
[member="Asaraa Vaashe"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

[member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"] [member="Shamira Karuto"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Vanessa Vantai"]

The Droch-class Boarding ship slipped quietly out of hyperspace, its signature small and unimpressive, barely noticeable on sensors not fine tuned to detect cronau radiation. And with all the recent traffic it was less likely to be noticed. The one-off Stealth Suite worked, to Laira's surprise as she piloted the claw-shaped craft into the Anzat System.

RESINT had given them a few pieces of information that could be summed up as 'Big Ship. Anzat. Soon. Smash!' without missing much of their reports elaboration and details. Laira grinned at Elpsis while she chanted, only half way flying the ship while she screwed around with the crew compartment. They had a handful of equipment each, but would otherwise be on their own once they landed with only a few emergency ways out. Laira laughed as Elpsis poked holes in her logic and her choice of adventure. "Its a little better than Terax scenery-wise. Maybe not so much activity-wise though. We will have to remedy that while I'm buying you dinner."

She pulled the Ship around and angled it towards the Ablution's aft section, its invisible claws pointed like a spear at a weakspot just above the engine systems, near where trash and other waste products were expelled. "Hang on everybody. Its about to get bumpy." The redhead said with a grunt as she hit the engine boosters, propelling the spearhead towards the weakness in the hull at steadily increasing velocities. "Elpsis, you'd better be protecting that butt!"

Just as they closed in on the target, her fist came down on a red-indicator flashing rapidly. The Cloak shed from the ship as it came within heartbeats of hitting the enemy ship, its stygium evaporated from the stress of hiding the ship and its sudden deactivation. The field disruptor cranked to life an instant before the Droch impacted the shields to open a hole for the boarding craft.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Laira Darkhold"], [member="Julius Sedaire"], [member="Shamira Karuto"], [member="Vanessa Vantai"]


Finally, they'd boarded! The Droch impacted the shields and the field disruptor did its job. Thus there was a hole for the small boarding craft. Their boarding area was at the aft section, close to where the warship expelled its trash. Quickly, Elpsis exited the boarding craft and a heartbeat later she was upon the big warship.


Presumably they'd encounter all sorts of opposition, such as hordes of stormtroopers and what not. The young empath was not worried. She'd been raised on stories of her adoptive mother Siobhan Kerrigan pulling off all sorts of shenanigans during boarding actions. Besides, she'd fought at Omega and survived the insanity that was Atrisia. So all in all, she was in good spirits.


"C'mon, babe," she spoke quietly to Laira, as she moved forth into the vessel's interior. Elpsis lacked the other redhead's speed or stealth proficiency, but as a tradeoff she made a good big gun. The pyromancer sniffed a bit. "Is it just me or does the paint smell...old?"

 

[Rhaelor Vasilios]

Rhaelor would nod in acceptance to his masters command before hopping off the transport as soon as it was lowered enough for him to safely land. He would then quickly move away from the overall conflict to the villages that lay on the outskirts of the battles taking place. Having been given information about small enemy troop patrols that were being given refuge by the locals led Rhaelor to believe it was likely the place where some of the squads were hiding their wounded. Approaching the first village he came upon he took notice that many of its people made way for him, purposely turning to look away. He frowned at this before suddenly grabbing ahold of a young one who had been trailing close behind its father.
The man quickly turned when he felt his childs hand was torn away, picking up a make shift club and raising it threateningly.
Rhaelor ignited the lightsaber given to him in response, the crimson blade hovering over the childs neck.
The father lowered and dropped the club.
Rhaelor then began forcing his minds influence over that of the villager

"Are you hiding any of the attackers here?"

The man responded in the affirmitive.

"Show me where, now."

The man did so like a puppet tied to the strings of Rhaelors mind. Leading him to what seemed to be an empty lot within the village, but revealed a hidden door beneath some foilage.
With a quick and sudden swing of the lightsaber the father was cut down.
Rhaelor tightened his grip on the childs wrist as it attempted to bolt away and towards its dying parent.
A wave of his free hand opened the door of the hidden basement, it was dark down below with a faint glow at the bottom being the only source of light after he extinguished his blade. He slowly walked downwards, taking note that the structure beneath the ground was quite well built, causing him to believe the Jedi and their allies had most likely built it in preparation some time before their attack.
Within he found only two souls, an unarmored wounded troop laying upon a cot and what appeared to be the one caring for him. The 'nurse' was dispatched before they took notice of Rhaelors presence, again holding tight to the child at it attempted to flee.
The soldier quickly tried to rise and reacher for his blaster that leaned beside the cot, but Rhaelor quickly force pulled it away and the soldier winced, gripping a bandaged wound adorning his chest.

"Remain still, do not attempt to strike at me and you may live."

Rhaelor offered before finding some cord to tie the child to the foot of the cot. He then clipped his lightsaber hilt to the waistband of his tattered trousers and carefully picked up the blaster, examining it and its construction with his force sight.
He then looked to the soldier

"What do you want? I know nothing of where my squad has gone nor do I know the location of any others. There is nothing that you can gain from."

The Soldiers words sounded as though he may have been telling the truth,
but Rhaelor cared little for it.
He then began to probe the soldiers mind, attempting to gain the same control as he had with the villager, but the Will of the battle hardened soldier proved too much for him.
Rhaelor growled before attempting again, this time putting all his focus on drilling into the soldiers defences, who gripped the sides of his skull feeling every bit of the attempted mental invasion as though it were physical.
After a several minutes had passed what seemed like an eternity, Rhaelor suddenly felt a weight lift from the intensity of the room, actually surprised as he now saw the soldiers body go limp for a second just before he raised upright and looked to Rhaelor face to face.

"Take the blaster and dispose of the child."

He commanded, upon hearing this the young one quickly began to struggle against its restraints, biting and clawing in an attempt to free itself.
But the soldier remained still.
Swelling with anger fueled by frustration Rhaelor tightened his grip on the soldiers mind.

"Take the blaster!"

Rhaelor roared
The soldier did as he commanded.

"Put the child down. NOW!"

Suddenly swinging the blaster to the side the soldier squeezed the trigger, a green bolt flying from the barrel and plunging into the chest of the young one.

"Now, dispose of yourself. DO IT!"

The soldier rested the barrel beneath his chin. First his hand began to shake then his entire body joined in convulsion,
Rhaelor could feel the soldier fighting against his influence.
The struggle was cut short with the hiss of a lightsaber as hit bore through the soldiers heart.
After cursing himself he began searching the rest of the small bunker. Finding nothing of real value save for the soldiers boots and black undersuit typically worn beneath armor, neatly folded on a table near by.
Shrugging to himself Rhaelor quickly tore off his tattered trousers and slipped into the fresh clothing, noting they had been washed recently and patched in a few places.
Having little idea as to where else to go Rhaelor used his Force Vision to seek out his master, traveling over the battlegrounds until finding [member="Darth Ferus"] ' current whereabouts, moving to join him despite the village behind him rushing to inspect his work in the bunker,
their cries of pain and turmoil fading as he left the village behind.

 

[Leira Rhys]

He quickly jumped back from her blow, not stumbling or losing his balance. Leira growled lowly with frustration that her attack failed. After they separated from each other Leira stared at her opponent who positioned his lightsabers in offensive and defensive positions as Leira had previously. Frustration made the Darkness take hold of her mind more, making her breathing hard and rage turn her green eyes to a yellow corrupted color. All she could think of was brutally murdering this wretched man. Every nerve in her body ached as if acid had been injected into her bloodstream. Her head hurt. It felt like this man was to blame for all the physical pain gathering in her body from Darkside corruption. This bastard had to be killed for making her so miserable.

Baring her teeth like a rabid animal, Leira snapped her lightsaber back together to form the staff. Tensing her muscles and putting her feet in a stable and defensive position she charged, raggedly yelling with rage as she ran. Taking the back half of the saber she took a violent jab at Ron's head but was blocked by his already positioned lightsaber and knocked a few paces back. It barely seemed to phase her though. Spinning the saber she hit his saber with an unnatural amount of strength for someone as small and untrained as her. Again he deflected her hit.

Coward! Leira thought to herself in the haze of Vi's intoxicating presence. Staying on the defense instead of fighting!

Further enraged by his 'cowardice', Leira gripped her saberstaff so hard her knuckles turned white. She dashed towards him again, this time leaping into the air using the Force to jump even higher. She landed behind him and took a jab at his unguarded torso, though it would be quite easy for him to parry it as it took lingering seconds for her to regain her balance and take the jab and he would be able to turn around quickly having awareness of her location in relation to his. In her blind rage though she forgot to leave a defense for herself, foolishly focusing on offense.

[member="Ronin Wendigo"]
[member="Vereshin"]

 

[Leira Rhys]

[ Accidental double post. Ignore. ]

 

[Progflaw99]

Location: Complex Cave Network​

Status: Assisting Survivors of Civilian Transport Vessel​

Allies Nearby: [member="Icarus Volcata"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"] | [member="Kirie Ito"]​

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At the corner of his eye he spotted Kira Vaal as she rose. Mathias knew little about the woman, though she'd mentioned that this was a new start - the Trade Council Order that is. She was skilled, that much he knew just by the way she carried herself. More than that, it seemed they'd all been some form of castaway or become disillusioned with their previous committals. That nearly brought a chuckle to the young Knight but he couldn't find it in him to laugh. The situation was dire indeed. Even as he closed the distance he knew that somewhere out there, back the way he'd come was another Jedi of their new order. Arcanus Sunstrider. His background just as much a mystery as the rest of them, though the Force seemed to have brought them all together - who was Mathias to deny the will of the Force?

Closer still, he recognized another Jedi by the name of Kirie, if he had understood correctly. Her droid had assisted in communication more than he could express but he had been trying to learn enough sign to speak directly. Truth be told he still struggled, thankfully though he'd managed to avoid any grievous miscommunication. Even if he had though, he doubted the woman would have been offended - at least he thought. She was a bit of a mystery. If Mathias thought he didn't know about the others and their history, Kirie even more so. It didn't bother him though, everyone had a right to their privacy. He raised a hand in greeting as the woman approached and made motion with her hands. Mathias squinted as he tried to recognize the familiar words she was signing. A concerned frown found itself upon his features as he began to grasp the motions she was making. *We can't last much longer down here, we have injured. We'll have to find more supplies.* Doing so was another task entirely.

Carefully he tried to respond in kind, his hands clumsily forming the words as he mouthed his intention. With any luck, she would be able to read his lips to account for any mistakes in signing. Kirie, good to see you well. I will try to contact Arcanus, he left some time ago. Is there anything... As his hands came to a stop, his attention was drawn elsewhere, the sudden change in pressure jarring. The sound of flaring engines echoed throughout the narrow corridors and open chambers briefly before fading. Just beyond the Jedi he overheard Kira's conversation. *A visitor? How strange. Did the Trade Council change their mind? Doubtful.* At this point though, Mathias didn't care. During their initial arrival they'd detected the wreck of the passenger liner, a distress signal on repeat. Since then they'd herded the survivors into the caves and tended to the injured but those first few hours had seen a large number of their resources drained. They needed true medical supplies, not merely the survival kits they'd had in their ships. With any luck, whomever had just arrived had at least a few supplies.

"Let's go see who's paying us a visit." he said, motioning towards the only area in the caverns large enough to hold a vessel of any kind. "And let us hope they have something we can use." It was too much to hope for a full size transport vessel, such a ship wouldn't have fit within the tight confines of the caverns and crevasses. As they began to step off, a searing sensation burned at the edge of his mind. A hand rose to the side of his head, his jaw tensing and footsteps paused. *Darkness.* Not of the physical kind, nor the metaphorical, but something else entirely. Somehow there had been a brief moment of exposure to the outside. What he felt was undeniable. Someone out there was headed their way... someone with decidedly malevolent intent. It was like an ichor across the Force, a reaching and consuming presence. Mathias halted where he stood, torn between his curiosity and the undeniable fact that something awful was headed their way. There was no true choice in the matter, he would have to go.

"Kira - find out who that is, see what you can do about maybe getting us a ride out of here. Someone is coming.." He turned to leave, but remembered his brief discussion with Kirie. "Oh, and see if the new arrival has any medical supplies, Kirie says we're of a need. I'm going to go see what's coming. We don't have much time."

 

[Ronin Wendigo]

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

[member="Vereshin"] | [member="Leira Rhys"]​

It was at that time seem as he pulls back away from her attack that he could have sworn heard a low yet seem guttural growl of pure frustration emanates from her lips. One which instead of feeding the flames of rage the wounds her sabers inflicted him initiated. Only seem have added to snap him out it as slowly but surely his mind came reign in his rage heart out the darken stupor it initially found himself in. So much so that his next succeeding action slowly became somewhat more focuse as much they were subtle. As he comes realize in a way she mirrors that which he could or would be. Drowning in darkness and rage with an underlying current of guilt he'd let himself be blinded once before. And would still have been if not for one take the time see pass the darken veil to truly see the last bit good in him. To be given the chance....which standing here now compelled him to instead of taking an offensive stance. Shift to one of a defensive stance which no less seem brought up the ire of his opponent.

Who with every strike or blow appeared to grow bolder as well fiercer as if perhaps seeing him from the way her gaze and bared teeth show. Be the bane her existence and focuse of her unending rage acting much like some rabid animal snapping or hiss at him with each succeeding blow.Grow to be more keen on ending his life from the looks of it that he had tried harder to ignore as best he could. As he did his earnest to focuse on reach out to her thru the force to root out the cause of her affliction. Which slowly began manifest and lead him to believe it be not of her own but that of perhaps another.

Coward!

She then leads to spitting out from her lips with such malice that he could help but feel the rage within grew once again. Something which she no less took great care notice as she continues next to add in retort.

Staying on the defense instead of fighting!

Which then for a moment seem enough for him to be momentarily distracted by unexpected rage that slips out from his subconscious seemed to reel from the attack earlier. Something which she then seems took note and exploited well soon too. As with a leap and bounds, she launches herself over and then lands behind him though it was not without its folly. For as she launched the jab which he easily counters barely able hold onto clear his mind enough learn the lesson from the past. That she then leaving her open for a counter that given his state he'd unexpectantly take to his advantage as with a twist his wrist. He then launches onto the offensive of aim to lop at her neck. Which was if anything momentary lapse on his part brought on by his brief outburst of rage. One would have proved fatal to her if not for his last-minute regain of control. Where in with seeming grace he was able to pull the saber back mere inches from her neck. But seem not fast enough given the momentum it gains to instead slice of a portion of her hair as it swung backward. As he then replied speak back to her.


"In that your mistaken......for I sense the conflict between you. And would not have any hesitation if it were not true. If indeed it were you hell bent launch these attack but I sense it is not so. Face me yourself Sith and will see who really is the coward...."

As he then replied speak back to her pausing briefly as his own grip upon one his saber tighten and the other slightly loosen. As in that moment unbeknownst to her ....he too struggled with his own demons as he then spoke.

"fight ....resist...for had to know the same struggle myself once."

 

[Darth Ferus]

Yes, we have. Did you miss me by chance? I sooo missed you. Why don't we catch up? The elder man made his way to an empty field far from the main battle and tossed his thick black cloak to the ground. In his hands he took up the smooth hilt of a simple Sith lightsaber and activated the blade, letting it's red glow fill the area around him. There was a smile on his face as he stared in the direction [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] would come from.

Come.

 

[WelshGuy]

Yuroic noted the direction that Krest was, away from the battle. Proof that this fight, this duel was beyond Sith and Jedi, it was something personal between them that needed to be settled. Something Yuroic was happy to put to rest. He knew that his opponent was strong, it was long ago they last faced but Yuroic would not forget his first fight with a Sith. Fortunately, he had extensively trained since then, his skills were sharper and strong. His connection with the Force was no longer blindly grasping into an abyss. He was capable of feats he could not think of before.

But still, Yuroic was not confident he would win. Krest was a being Yuroic swore to never under estimate. People who did, died. It was very simple.

Moving calmly, he approached Krest, his cloak weathered and torn, he lifted the hood from his face. A face years older than Krest last saw. His hand reached his interlocked hilts. Igniting a single blade, he started with the deception that he only had a single bladed lightsaber. Krest had only seen Yuroic use a practice saber before. It was an easy deception. The golden yellow glowed brightly as Yuroic narrowed his eyes.

"How did you know I would be here? I know you didn't come to assist the Sith Empire." Yuroic questioned, interested to know how the Sith predicted his moves.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Leira Rhys]

Leira stepped back quickly as the amber blade was swung at her neck narrowly avoiding the hit. The bottom half of her ponytailed hair was lopped off though, falling to the ground. Her amber eyes widened in anger at the slight towards her. She was currently unconcerned with her vanity but the very act of it was enough to make Leira even more enraged. Before he could even finish his sentence Leira was back on the offensive, twirling the saber and taking a violent strike towards Ron. Ron quickly struck back. Leira twirled it once again and aimed for his torso to bisect him but was deflected.

She repeated this process multiple times, throwing hard jabs at him and that just got deflected. She figured he could only defend himself for so long before his precision faltered and she could land a debilitating hit. Eventually, he did start to stumble and tire, making Leira's hard aggressive hits even more critical. His two lightsabers drifted a few feet from his body leaving an opening. Bringing up her foot she planted it in the tender flesh of his stomach and pushed. As he fell Leira swiftly separated her sabers. She planted one in the ground next to his shoulder, the edge of it burning the skin and killing nerve endings. The awful smell of charred flesh began to waft into the air along with smoke as his shoulder began to blacken.

Leira watched his expression, her eyes intense and sadistic. Her lips curled into a haunting smile as she watched his expression contort into one of extreme pain. It was pleasurable to her to watch this. It was like looking at a work of art. She pressed the saber down a little farther, it causing a slight notch on his skin but furthering the pain. She wondered how fun it would be if he just laid there while she slowly moved the saber down further and further. It would be a euphoric experience to torture both his physical and mental being like that.

The Dark side caused the color to drain from Leira's face as she toyed with her victim. Her expression was rapturous like a child playing tag with their friends or catching butterflies. It was thoroughly haunting.

But this wasn't Leira anymore; Not even half of her like it was prior. [member="Vereshin"] had gained full control of her mind even if it was temporary.

She parted her lips to speak but the voice that came out wasn't her own...

[member="Ronin Wendigo"]

 

[Natasi Fortan]

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