Conspiracy at 500 Rep. [Revamped][Full]

[Cortana Jade]

While doing a mass search of the network of tunnels covering the planet's surface. Agents of the Coruscant Security Force discovered that multiple tunnels led directly into the subbasement of 500 Republica, a massive residence tower home to many Senators and the Supreme Chancellor. The Jedi council was immediately informed and decided to act. They dispatched Jedi Master Sochi Ru to escort former Chief of State and now Advisor to the current Chief of State, Laopis Noma, to a secure location while more agents began to coordinate an investigation of the Dacho District they had traced information back to. The council wanted Laopis Noma secure because of his ties to the Chief of State, and CSF and their ongoing investigation of possible, subtle imperial activity on Coruscant.
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Sochi had been tasked with escorting former Chief of State Laopis Noma. From the description of the task the mission was a simple one, she decided to bring along her Padawan, and another whom was apprenticed to her friend, Master Rasu Gan. She deemed a mission such as this one Good experience. A mission, as simple as this, and more on the diplomatic side of things was not expected by her to go wrong.

The group of three were given transportation to the esteemed building. They were dropped off at the base of the building. She stepped out of the transport, and from there you could see the evacuation in process. Now they had to make their way up to the office of Laopis Noma, and personally see to it that he arrived from point A to B. before taking her steps forward, she ran her hands down her robes, and long flowing skirt; this was to disperse any wrinkles that had made her attire their home.

She turned around to see her company of padawans, and motioned for them to follow her. She hastily made her way towards the doors of 500 Republica, she hadn't wanted to waste time for there was still a possibility that things were more serious than they were.

"We mustn't lag behind, come." She said softly, yet sternly.

@[member="Hasjo Hallu"] @[member="Asaak Tey"] @[member="Erebus"]

 

[Erebus]

Erebus, a shadow in the night. It's form hidden in shadow and storm. It awaited the moment to strike, watching its prey like a hungry and desperate animal. A group of eight sith assassins stood by his side, all well trained to the level of a knight and carrying sabers and stealth belts. They had been waiting for a few hours, but only now did they realise their prey was outnumbered and out matched. "Be ready to strike." The cold and disembodied voice of Erebus commanded.

 

[Lord Gaius]

"Yes, Master" Hasjo replied. He hurried his step to catch up with her. He found solitude in the company around him. He had worked with [member="Asaak Tey"] before, and trusted her. He glanced up to the looming tower. A seemingly impenetrable fortress. He wore a thick, woollen cloak over his shoulders. Brown and tan trousers and tunic accompanied the uniform. Lastly with leather boots, light brown. At his cloth belt was a rather small hilt. It looked meant for someone with smaller hands, perhaps a female human. Not the large, webbed hands of a Nautolan.
Hasjo Hallu entered the building and made his way for the elevator. He made a faint nod, missing the common companionship of his R9 astromech droid. R9-LH was several hundred kilometres away, at a Republic Naval Port. Sitting around with Hasjo's Delta-7. Hasjo had recently enlisted in the navy, and assigned to the Jalor Section due to his species. Jalor contained the planet Glee Anselm, home planet of Hasjo. Not that he had grown up there, anyway. But he was one of the rare few Nautolan that hadn't grown up there. So very few, oh so very few of his species ever left the planet.

@[member="Sochi Ru"]
@[member="Erebus"]

 

[Aeron Zambrano]

The mission was important to Asaak in many ways. The Force had always had a hand in her life but she had never known what it was or meant until she'd found herself within the Jedi Order. Now it was less a mysterious thing and more a lifelong friend, one she was learning to call on when she - and more importantly in her eyes, others - needed help. And with it's guidance she had discovered that despite the strange single-minded peace she found in lightsaber combat, it was the Force that called her name. It showed her how to be calm, to be wise and in return it blessed her with an ability to communicate with the world around her that she wasn't sure how she would have lived without. Learning to connect with the environment around her, to use her mind and creativity to aid the Order, quickly became her calling.

Not only was @[member="Sochi Ru"] the first Togruta that Asaak had ever met within the Order, but she was known for her calm and poise, something Asaak strove to become herself. The mission seemed like good experience in general, but she was also eager to learn from her Master's friend. And that was something nice all on it's own - Rasu Gan trusted Master Ru. Anybody that Rasu trusted, Asaak trusted.

On top of it all, she had worked with her fellow Padawan @[member="Hasjo Hallu"] and knew him to be more than capable. Despite the fact that the mission they were on was relatively simple, she knew she could trust the Nautolan no matter what the situation.

As she padded behind the Master she looked around, taking in her surroundings. It was an old habit, ingrained survivalism. Her hands were clasped in front of her as she walked, fingers held loosely together and just barely peeking from under her cloak with each step. When Sochi ushered them forward she gave a simple nod, picking up her pace to match the Master's and following her inside.

@[member="Erebus"]

 

[Cortana Jade]

She awaited the arrival of the elevator, looking out amongst the current evacuation. She looked amongst the padawans then, neither of them seemed to be nervous or in distress at the moment; it would seem like they were keeping clear heads. It seems she chose the right pupils to acompany her. She hadn't the pleasure of working with any other Togrutas in the order, atleast none at a Padawan level. She hoped that while they were in each others company she could further get to know the young Asaak. At the sound of the beep she turned to enter the elevator that would take them up to Noma's office. She entered after Hasjo, and before Asaak, and she stood in the center of the room, as they approached the upper levels rather quickly. She closed her eyes for a second, as the red dots give the door indicated which level they were on. Just before it hit the second to last dot she opened her eyes, and by that time they had arrived on their specific level.

She exited and began to make haste once more, there was a long, wide, and elaborate hall that remained between them and the room they sought. Just halfway through the hall she turned to her students,

"Padawans, remember to keep a clear head and proceed with patience. Politicians...can be...rather antsy. Their patience can sometimes wear very thin. This is not true for all but for some it needs to be expected. Now let us continue." She said nodding, and turning back to now completely make her way towards the door. Upon sensing the motions, the door slid open, and she walked into the high class, elaborate office of Laopis Noma. She took acouple of slow steps into the room.

"Sir Noma, I'm Jedi Master Sochi Ru, and these are padawans Hasjo Hallu, and Asaak Tey. We are your escorts, please let us be on our way." She said as she talked in a soft tone of voice, and motioning with her hands. The Official walked from around his desk, his hardy constitution very visible; possibly because her served in the military some time ago. Her lips began to move underneathe his bushy mustache. His words coming from his diaphragm, spoken with a raspy voice.

"Master Jedi, there is no need for an evacuation. This all seems rather ridiculous, this place is well protected, surely there is some type of explanation for this." He said finishing his statement. Her statement would soon follow,

"Surely a...." As she spoke she got a weird feeling, her senses were trying to tell her something. She shook it off and continued, "Surely an evacuation wouldn't be ordered if it weren't deemed necessary. I'm sure you'll be able to return to you duties once things are all investigated, now you must come Sir." She said softly, yet this time more sternly. The man shook in his clothes, and had an reluctant expression on his face, but he eventually came along.

@[member="Asaak Tey"] @[member="Hasjo Hallu"] @[member="Erebus"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

His stomach dropped when the elevator began to shoot up. Hasjo turned around, glancing out through the transparent wall and down unto the city below. Some places he could recognise, but most he couldn't. He had lived here his entire life and still hadn't scratched the surface on this planet-wide city, and never would. Hasjo turned about as the familiar beep of the elevator alerted him to the floor. Stepping out, he heeded the advice of his Master with a nod.
He waited outside the office, only taking a quick glance of the man as he turned his back to them. Guarding the doorway. The man had that visage of military experience about him, Hasjo knew that much. He had seen the look recently time and time again as a new Navy Captain of the Jalor Sector when conversing with senior officers. He began to tune out of the conversation, it was not his place to listen. Hasjo clasped his hands before him and tightened his stance.
He hadn't sensed a disturbance, but when Sochi's voice suddenly halted, he frowned in query. Her voice returned, but Hasjo couldn't shrug the feeling that she had sensed something. He quietly waited, patiently.

@[member="Sochi Ru"]
@[member="Asaak Tey"]

 

[Erebus]

OUTSIDE THE OFFICIALS OFFICE

Windows. They still had windows these days, one large one just on the right hand side of building right beside the elevator. Erebus' and his eigh assassins waited at the top of the building, all right assassins hanging from ropes, waiting for Erebus' command.
With that, the elevator arrived and the Jedi entered the Officials office. With that, Erebus took to the climb; his feet keeping him attached to the building walls, and with every step the crunch of metal against metal grew louder and louder, until he stopped right outside the window. He brought about all four of his arms with lightsabers in hand. Then as he said he would he have the assassins his signal. A high pitched wail that was loud enough to absolutely shatter the glass. The assassins began to fall down the zip line when the cracks busted through the glass, and then the glass exploded and all eight assassin' leapt into the building immediately using their agility and sabers to cross the ground between themselves and the Jedi. Erebus however clinged to the ceiling, four red blades in hand, his computer like mind already coordinating attacks on all of the Jedi. The eight assassins were experts of Ataru, using agility to attack the Jedi. "You are outmatched, Jedi." Erebus' cold, robotic, disembodied voice spoke. Then, his body dropped to the ground with a large clunk, beside the Official.

@[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
@[member="Sochi Ru"]
@[member="Asaak Tey"]

 

[Aeron Zambrano]

She listened intently to the conversation even as she stood quietly to the side. While politics and senators, chiefs of state and governors were out of her realm, she wanted to observe Master Ru's speech, the way she carried herself and spoke with Noma. It would be important in the future should she be trusted with such a task to know how to represent the Order. Asaak was always thinking, always learning.

She noted the slight pause in Sochi's reply to the former Chief of State but kept her expression neutral though her senses were heightened. It seemed however she wouldn't have long to wonder about the change in demeanor when a wail pierced the very windows of the room. She spun in the direction of the destruction only to see the eight intruders, staffs & lightsabers filling her vision. She quickly brought her own to bear, it's green blade igniting with a familiar snap-hiss, switching in to a fluid defensive Makashi. The style she was learning was perfectly suited to dueling with those trained in lightsaber combat and the like. Her first instinct was to move towards Noma, guarding him from the intruders, but she quickly realized she needed another plan as what appeared to be the leader of the attackers dropped from the ceiling and brandished four sabers at once.

She moved to consolidate with @[member="Sochi Ru"] and @[member="Hasjo Hallu"], knowing three of them together would be able to dispatch the ringleader but it would take their concentration to defend against so many at once.

@[member="Erebus"]

 

[Cortana Jade]

Her eyes shot open when the glass of the huge window behind the official shattered, and gave entry to the enemy, one that had to be tied to whatever was going on with these tunnels. Her hands shot out to the side, and her lips separate. The arrival of some type of metallic being had gave way to thoughts she had never had before. Never had she seen an opponent such as this wielding four lightsaber at once. However she had lives to protect, and she immediately went into action. Her lightsaber hilt slid from her sleeves, but she hadn't ignited it at the moment, she was then joined by the padawans.

"Get to the elevator, hurry!" She said igniting her lightsaber and watching it produce a cerulean blade. She took off with considerable speed towards the official who was haunched over from the suddenly explosion of his personal viewing glass. In truth she wanted her Padawans to grasp the elevator so they could quickly board. The remaining guard rushed the office and began to shoot their boasters at the sudden enemy.

Sochi closed in the distance slightly between her and the former Chief of State, the rest of the feet left she used the force to pull him into her grasp. She brought up her saber quickly at an attacking opponent, batting his blade away, then she flipped over him and batted two more attacks away. Then suddenly their was a quick stalemate, after having a quick moment to squint her eyes, she maneuvered herself around Noma in order to protect him from his attackers, she was finally able to get him behind the line of his personal guard and out the door.

She ran with the official under her right arm, it being slightly curved as it tried to fit around his bulky body. She allowed him to run ahead as she turned to make sure they were being pursued as of yet. When she came to as stop in waiting for the elevator, one could hear the consistent sound of blaster rounds going off. It became fainter and fainter until it became only silence. Her eyes slowly began to open once more.

@[member="Asaak Tey"] @[member="Erebus"] @[member="Hasjo Hallu"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

@[member="Sochi Ru"] | @[member="Erebus"] | @[member="Asaak Tey"]​

Hasjo heard the shatter of class. Whether it was training as a Jedi, or the training in the Navy, his hand was already instinctively wrapped around the hilt of his lightsaber. It was small, too small for his hands. Though he himself had made it, most begged the question; why? It was fit for the hands of a female woman, or one with similar sized, small hands. Not the large, webbed hands of a Nautolan. His thumb ran over the ignition and lime green plasma burst to life with the familiar sound. His head perked at the commands of Sochi, and seeing Asaak glide to his Master's help. Hasjo turned and ran for the elevator. He slammed his hand into the button, but nothing happened. The elevator systems were down.

Frustration bordered on his conscious before he set aside those emotions. An idea had come to mind, but he would be placing himself open to attack. Jedi were servants of the Republic. His life for the Republic. He released his hand on the ignition of the lightsaber, returning the hilt to hang from his belt. He closed his eyes, moving his mind to the matter at hand. He could feel something. The elusive power that had always evaded him. He grasped at it, over and over. He could heard the sound of clashing sabers. Forcing those sounds out of his mind, he felt a connection. Like a sudden switch had been flicked. He grabbed a hold of that power. The power of the Force coursed through him, faint at first. He focused on the elevator below, feeling for it. Slowly, he began to raise his hands. He had never experienced anything like this before. Hasjo frowned, fighting against an unseen power. He was lifting the elevator using the force. Slowly his hands raised higher, and higher. Fighting against the weight of the thing, utilising every bit of the connection he had to raise the elevator further.

He felt the presence of his Master and Namo join beside him. His arms reached their zenith, and his connection waned. With one hand raised, sweat drooled down his forehead. His veins visible along his flesh. He hadn't been ready for anything like this. It was pushing him to his limits. While some Jedi could do this with a simple flick of their hand, Hasjo was not one you would call a master of the Force, nor was he adept. He had the skill of a newly-made Padawan in such matters. Though he had been Padawan for many years now, too many he thought. His right hand retrieved his lightsaber, igniting the plasma. His left held up the elevator through the power of the force. His arm was trembling under the strain to hold it up. He slashed out at the door, forcing it open. He faltered, collapsing to one knee. The elevator jumped at the sudden shift. His eyes clenched shut. It was an odd sight for the powerfully built man to succumb to a power unseen. He could feel himself losing. He needed someone to take over, and quick. He couldn't hold it much longer. The elevator was simply too heavy for his minimal powers.

 

[Erebus]

As the group of jedi rushed off with the official, the sounds of blaster fire became fainter and fainter. But only to be blurred out by the spinning of saber blades and the crunch of bone, the screams of pain and agony as the guards received an early, painful grave. Erebus however gave pursuit to his enemies whilst his assassins cleaned up the remaining guards. Erebus' massive 13 foot tall body leaping from wall to wall, like a rapid mechanical spider. He reached the group quickly, aiming for the master currently carrying the official. This was his only true opponent, the only real threat. The others would be easily picked off by any other blade or assassin, whom were following behind Erebus. They would return to his side inside the next minute, they were to focus on the padawans, whilst Erebus slew the master. "When you die, no one will be left to save your children." As always, the same heartless tone as ever. He would not stop until the jedi were dead.

 

[Aeron Zambrano]

She faintly registered the thought that she was glad Hasjo trusted her enough to help his Master, seeing him fly down in the direction of the elevator. She maintained concentration, Antares Windu's words fluidity, grace, ease flooding through her head. It was better than letting the hurricane of thoughts distract her. She let the Force flow through her, her faraway friend, guiding her. She would need as much of it's help as she could get.

She was torn between assisting the Master and her fellow Padawan but when it came down to it, followed the command Sochi called out. She sprinted for the elevator, wanting to move as quickly as possible so Sochi wouldn't have to defend against the leader by herself for too long. When she skidded around the corner she saw the Nautolan with his face in intense concentration with his hand extended, the elevator trembling on the verge of falling once more. The sounds of being hunted rang loud in her ears but helping Hasjo trumped everything else. She joined him at his side, raising her hand and imagining the Force like tendrils of light looping beneath the elevator. This was her realm, the use of the Force. She was a proficient warrior, and even had her moments of true skill. But where she felt at home was dipping in to the Force, feeling it help her as she relieved his burden. "Great job Hasjo, I've got the elevator," she called over the din of the encroaching hunters. The leaders spider-like jumps were coming closer and closer and Asaak asked the Force to let her concentrate.

She held the elevator and it's doors open until all three Jedi and the official were tucked inside, closing the doors, using the last of her hold on the Force to keep them in stasis just long enough to open her eyes before the elevator started plummeting.

The brief hope that Hasjo's R9 could route power to the elevator flitted away almost as soon as it was felt, remembering the little droid hadn't come with them. They needed a Plan B...and fast. Her power with the Force couldn't stop tons of durasteel dropping ever faster.

@[member="Sochi Ru"] @[member="Hasjo Hallu"] @[member="Erebus"]

 

[Cortana Jade]

Sochi watched down the hall as the the leader of the pack gave pursuit. She squinted her eyes, and stared down her adversary. She through out her hand, her fingers loose and in position. Her palm became visible as she began to utilize the force to aid her in her current situation. She manipulated the ceiling above them, causing it to make the transformation into rubble, and debris. It being a simple task for her, tore itself from the rest of the room, and came crashing down just above the metallic assassin. Surely this attack wasn't meant for ending the assault, but more of an obstacle.

She made her way into the elevator and became stationary as the hovered for a moment. Highly impressed by the feats of these two padawans, the machinery began to plummet downwards. She jerked backwards, and she was shook up by the elevator moving at a high speed going down. She tried to regain her footing, and use the force to slow down their transportation. Hearing the sides of it scrap up against the walls that surrounding it, she closed her eyes to strengthen her focus. Surely the help of anything was more than welcome. Even if she did slow it down, she was sure the landing was going to be perfect due to gravity, and the level their were at previously.

@[member="Asaak Tey"] @[member="Erebus"] @[member="Hasjo Hallu"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

Hasjo raced in, knowing Tey had it under control for the time. Then it began to plummet with them inside. Sweat dripped down from his chin and onto his tunic. He looked to his Master, weary from his exertion. He pushed himself to his sheer limits to help her. His hands spread wide, clenched into fists. He began to focus on the elevator again. He wasn't lifting it this time, but slowing it down. It was easier, but not by much. He focused, eyes clenched shut, teeth gritted. The elevator was slowing with their combined efforts.

@[member="Sochi Ru"]
@[member="Erebus"]
@[member="Asaak Tey"]

 

[Erebus]

With the sudden and somehow lightning fast movement of the Jedi. Erebus and his men leaped from the buildings windows once again, the elevator had windows, the walls beside the elevator had windows. So many windows, however whilst his assassins were busy falling from zip line. Erebus used his feet to move along the walls of the building, his speed could barely be matched by a high knight level of force speed, his legs moving like a blur of machinery as he caught up with the ever slowing elevator, and as he did. He held three lightsabers in hand, a fourth hand free. Said hand, ripped through the window. Gripping the official by neck and ripping him from the Jedi's protection and to himself, whom used his mechanical joints to remain upright. However, it would take a while for the Jedi to stop him, they continued to plummet down. Whilst the official was with Erebus, the man grew angry and kicked and squirmed. Not that Erebus had to keep him alive either way, he crushed the mans head into cracked skull and mushed brains, and dropped his body. Then his assassins passed him on zip line, the Jedi had reached the bottom floor safely, the officials body splattered violently across the floor, the assassins dropped down to their level and Erebus leaped from his position, landing at the head of his assassins, the ground below him crushed under his feet. If he could, he would be smiling right now. But, the Jedi were his main targets now. The assassins took an offensive stance around him, Erebus equipped his fourth blade and activated all of them in a blaze of red glory.


@[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
@[member="Sochi Ru"]
@[member="Asaak Tey"]

 

[Aeron Zambrano]

She barely had time to register what was happening as for the second time that day the sound of shattering glass assaulted her eardrums. She reacted in time with the Force, letting it flow through her, reaching for Noma, long fingers begging for purchase on a scrap of his clothing so that she might save him while her fellow Jedi slowed the elevator. But it was too late, the sickly sound of crunching bone seeming to snap through everything else, even the loud mechanical whine of the elevator's mechanisms protesting. It was surreal, the droid casually crushing a man's skull against the backdrop of the Coruscant skyline flying by behind him.

My fault, she thought immediately. She shook her head as the Hunter - as she had come to think of him - moved to join his assassins when the elevator reached the bottom. Thoughts like that would not help her, and when the mission was over (as she did not give way to the thought that they may not survive though the danger they were in was all too evident) she could ask Sochi for guidance.

Instead she set her face in a smooth expression, asking the Force for strength and serenity as the elevator doors opened on a grizzly tableau. The official's body lay broken on the floor between the assassins and the Jedi, a symbol of what she was sure the Hunter intended them to finish as.

All was quiet for just a moment, Asaak's lightsaber in hand, a heartbeat of silence before a whir of sound broke the stand-off. She ignited her lightsaber (grace, fluidity) and trusted in herself and the two Jedi beside her, her lightsaber swinging in a parry above her as an assassin made his move. The snapping scream of two sabers pressing against one another was loud in her ears, the strength of her opponent staggering as she bent under his weight. She pivoted, swinging out of the down-turn of the assassin's saber and swinging wide for his midsection. She would have to use every trick in the book to protect her fellow Jedi and scrape by with her own life intact.

@[member="Erebus"] @[member="Sochi Ru"] @[member="Hasjo Hallu"]

 

[Cortana Jade]

Sochi's face had become blank, she had lost the official, the one she was sent to protect. She had failed in her mission. She closed her eyes as the sound of his body being slammed in the walls around them echoed through the elevator, and what seemed like Coruscant itself. As much as she was becoming more disappointed in herself, she knew she had to protect the Padawans, and deal with this assassin. She let go of the official, and focused on the lives that were now present, because danger was clearly present as well. The elevator landed roughly beneath their feet, and the doors, broken, yet open, were in front if them. The body if the one they were to protect laid in front of them, dropped from multiple feet above.

Not every mission was to go as planned, and not everyone lived through things such as this; this was the way of nature, and she knew it quite well. She turned her focus back to the assassins as they gathered, landing from the drop and igniting their blades assuming to finish off the remaking survivors, Padawan Asaak had begun to block the incoming attacks. They would let up. Sochi ignited her saber quickly and reverted to her Ataru/ Shien mix. Her acrobatic feats were quickly followed by quick parries, blocks, and counters. She was on the offensive just as much as she was on the defensive.

She flipped over a charging adversary, and performed a somersault in the air, while brining her blade down in a vertical slash, which was blocked by an opponent, to counter she used the force to push him back, which saw two other join the fray. She jumped into the air, spinning blocking both if their attacks, then bending backwards so their follow up attacks missed. Her attack was her launching herself into the air sideways, so her body was horizontal. She spun in mid air with her lightsaber, slashing both if the assassins across the chest. Then she regained her footing, and screamed across to the padawans,

"Go!" She screamed, signaling them to follow her out of the fray and on the run towards a platform that was ending. Sprinting till she reached the end, she began to breath rather heavily; the adrenaline handled that of course, she used the force to augment her agility and flipped onto large passing freighter, that had a large landing platform on top of it.

@[member="Asaak Tey"]
@[member="Erebus"]
@[member="Hasjo Hallu"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

Hasjo was known for his skill in swordsmanship, but he wasn't prepared for this. Not for fact that he was outnumbered, nay, he was exhausted. His use of the Force was basic at best, and such a monumental feat, for him, had drained him of the energy he needed in combat. He sluggishly ignited his lightsaber, bringing it high above his head in a defensive stance of Djem So. He could feel the sweat drip from his forehead and onto his large, black, beady eyes. Though his race was naturally adapted to water, after all, he was born and raised below the oceans depths. It didn't trouble his vision one bit.

The assassins had seen his weakness, his exhaustion. Two of the eight came down upon him. Clashing in a furious duel. Hasjo found himself swinging diagonally downwards, moving aside a would-be fatal blow. Another came down down at him, he was forced to step back. Giving up valuable ground. Djem So was to defend and counter-attack, using their strength against them. Though he couldn't, he had no time to counter-attack as he defended himself from death. He was losing ground as their blades continued to slam in magnificent hisses of plasma. Finally he heard the words, Go. He broke off from the fight, utilising his naturally powerful Nautolan legs to break into a heavy sprint.


@[member="Sochi Ru"]
@[member="Erebus"]
@[member="Asaak Tey"]

 

[Erebus]

The master was gone, leaving her children. She was on the freighter, the children remained close and as both ran for their mother, their defended diminished, Erebus leaped forward his large feet were able to clutch to anything from polls to bodies. He leaped forward towards the padawans, first to the Nutolean, Erebus' speed and agility out matching his. He wasn't busy with the other padawans, she couldn't do anything for her friend. However, his assassins were wounded. One had been slain by the master, the other had been wounded. Now, six healthy assassins took a line ahead of Erebus between the master, the female padawan and the one Erebus had tackled. If he had succeeded, he would crush him or better yet, make an example of him.


@[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
@[member="Sochi Ru"]
@[member="Asaak Tey"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

Hasjo's tendrils shivered. He felt his feet lose their balance as something slammed against his back. He fell forward, dropping his lightsaber as the natural instinct to place ones hands down took over. He slammed onto the ground, Erebus atop him. He grimaced in pain, baring his sharp, fish-like teeth. He thrust out his hand in the direction of his hilt, attempting to pull it towards him through the use of the force. Panic took over. The hilt wouldn't budge. He couldn't focus.


@[member="Sochi Ru"]
@[member="Erebus"]
@[member="Asaak Tey"]