Annihilation Clash of Destiny

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Death Star III

Equipment:
Field Gear | Lightsaber

Their blades clashed again, the hiss filling the air, heat and light spilling between them. The Sith leaned in close, gaze sharp and unflinching, while Ace held his ground. Sparring with Aris Noble had improved the rebel's isometric strength.

Then Ravoch's armored hand shot forward. Ace saw the motion a fraction too late. He jerked back, but the plated gauntlet still caught him across the throat, the impact felt like he'd been hit by a piston. Breath ripped from his lungs, as he instinctively took one hand off of his hilt, threw his left hand back and wound up for a left cross.

But before he could throw it, he felt his boots leaving the ground as the Force surged behind Ravoch's grip. The corridor snapped into motion, Ace quickly realized he'd been flung.

The door behind him hissed open and he crashed through, hitting the catwalk hard enough to rattle the whole corridor. The clang echoed down into the maintenance shaft below. He rolled once, coughed, hand braced to catch himself against the railing before he could fall through the torn grating.

He dragged in a breath, throat burning where the gauntlet had slammed him. Ace summoned his lightsaber into his palm, humming to life again with a sharp snap-hiss, blue glow cutting through the haze.

The tunnel was tighter, hotter. Pressurized pipes lined the walls, some already hissing under strain. Ravoch stood at the mouth of the corridor, light catching on the gold chain across his chest. He was all poise and power.

Of course the Sith took the moment to talk. Goading him into anger, goading him into tapping into the Dark side... again. For a moment, Ace pondered it. Channelling what he had on Dathomir.

Then he felt the shift. The Force tightened, like the pressure dropping before a storm. The air trembled an instant before the pipes beneath him ruptured with a metallic shriek. Boiling air burst through the deck, jets of heat clawing upward.

Ace moved on instinct. The Force surged through his legs as he vaulted high, clearing the initial burst. Heat clawed at his boots as he flipped, landing in a crouch further down the catwalk where the metal still held. His lungs burned with the heat that chased him, but his eyes stayed locked on the Sith Lord framed in the doorway ahead.

"Ever get tired of hearing your own voice?"

He didn't hesitate. His off-hand snapped out, wrenching a section of railing free with a telekinetic tug. The bolts screamed loose as he swung the length of metal down and across, turning one of the venting jets toward Ravoch. A plume of scalding steam roared through the gap, hissing white across the corridor in a blinding rush.

Ace didn't wait to see if it hit. He moved. His boots hit the wall, then the catwalk above in one smooth Force-aided motion. He landed low, breath steady. The heat warped the air below, hiding him for a heartbeat from view. He could sense Ravoch's power cutting through the haze: steady, deliberate. The Sith Lord didn't waver. But neither would Ace.

He adjusted his grip on the lightsaber, switching stance low guard, left-hand near his chest, the other guiding the blade's angle. Shii-Cho form, Djem So follow-through. It was crude in transition, but lethal if timed right. His dark gaze locked through the haze, hunting for the flicker of crimson that would give Ravoch away.

Kyrothian Ravoch

 

[Matsu Ike]

OBJECTIVES: Clash of Destiny
ALLIES: Jedi
ENEMIES: Death Star

The surface of the station was something else... her interest in seeing it after she had moved through the viewport had accomplished two important things... the soldiers weren't going to be able to follow her and it gave her a direct path to what she could see as an easier means to move into the interior. The feeling in the force shifted as she stood there at the dish looking at it but also into the stations itself. Through the molecules as something appeared... it was dangerous and not someone anymore. She knew it from Tython when they fought the Drengir but here it was showing some of the power while the jedi grandmaster brought a hand up to her chin. Ashin had done something similar to her to appear which was... impressive more so then she thought others might be able to do. She shrugged to herself as she moved along the length of the curved surface. Her body moving quickly through the space when she came to the central area and moved through it into the primary tunnels going down. Her body hovering and moving faster as there was no resistance to her body when it vibrated and slipped through the molecules not disturbing her robes or the air for others. Displacement until she came to a window looking out it and there were firing crews. Her eyes watched as they were moving around and she altered the structure of the molecules and particles around herself. entangling the ones in front of her to show like the ones behind her as a makeshift molecule cloaking field to allow herself to be there watching. Her lungs remaining as the molecules within them pulled from places exotic and a thousand worlds filled her with air to keep her going.

"Hmmm a thousand or more control rooms, not much of a dent but." She said it and floated up and through while looking at the ones walking around inside. The soldiers where there as she focused on them and was touching their minds with the force... slowly slipping, weaving and brushing against the resistances of their minds. Her breathing hitched when she found it and the feeling of darkness was there as it came in ordering them around. Firing crews were prepared and she stayed there on the ceiling looking at the one who was standing there. The woman's form was all angles, ashy white skin with flecks of gray and black veins. Golden rims in her eyes and hair in thick braided tails that were showing red coloring. She was sharply dressed as well with those robes... like she rolled out of her bunk and had them freshly pressed with an iron so they would look sharp. She practically wanted to get some band aids for all the edges of the outfit she was using. She remained there as finally the sith stood and looked at the door. "There was one attacking the control rooms, we will hold it." She was all snarl in her voice and it brought a small giggle from the jedi master like the sound of silver bells jingling that got the attention of the sith who finally looked up at the silver jedis grandmaster. "Intrud..." her voice trailed off as the air around thickened.. the molecules becoming heavier in her mouth as it filled up with the jedi coming down. SOme guards turned to look at her and rifles were raised.

Matsu's grin widened as she floated closer, her head tilted, observing the fuming Sith Lady with an air of clinical fascination."No, no, no, I mean look at you," Matsu said, her voice full of theatrical awe and wonder arms spreading wide, "all sharp angles and brooding. You are the pinnacle of Sith Lord edge. Your masters must see you are the most reliable person in their entire empire. Like a hydrospanner or a hammer... that is it. You are like their ultimate tool." The compliment was delivered with such sincere yet insulting sweetness that the Sith Lady's rage boiled over. MAtsu floated there in front of her as the snap-hiss of a lightsaber came. THe lady slashed with it coming at herr and Matsu moved while the soldiers were taking aim with their rifles. "Jedi... you will die." Matsu's eyes just watched the sith and she spoke with a nod of her head. "Maybe, eventually but it is sith season right now so men you may fire when ready." She said it and looked at the soldiers as she had been working on them and their minds were zealots she had felt the one in the fresher gave her a peek into it and these ones aas well as the others confirmed it before the sith slashed. "No it is clearly jedi season and we are going to destroy your home and everything. Fire on the jedi." Barrels shifted while Matsu stayed there and used her finger to block and deflect the saber. "No no, I saw the date in the galactic calender. It was clearly sith season." SHe could feel the barrels move with her own mental influence on them as they were following the verbal sparring more for targets and their own minds were handling the targeting. THe sith snarled with rage as she was almost frothing from her mouth. Matsu moved back a little more watching her. "It is jedi season, you over-talking thing. It will always be jedi season."

Her voice was laced with so much rage the jedi master suddenly couldn't disagree with her and she was watching her as she floated there and nodded. "Fine jedi season." She said it and the sith looked at her when she screamed in raage. "Sith season fire fools." The jedi masters eyebrows raised as the moments seemed to slow down more and more and the realization came to her face. The sound of blasters firing off into the baack fo the sith while Matsu slipped out the window aand parts of its fell away pulling with vacuum decompression. Allowing her to keep going before she shrugged looking at the form as it went out with several troopers. "Hmm" She said it while she was moving with the force and stayed on task... that was amusing and interesting enough... she would have to see about what could be done next to at least contribute when she was going down the main firing chambers with herself propelled through the force. The trams would have helped but there was always a danger with those... much safe to fly and dodge around with the force while she followed the feeling of darkside energies pouring all around herself. She ran fingers over the surface and allowed it to shift, alter and sever the connections between the molecules where she could but leaving trails of fingers she couldn't compromise the entire things slowly.