Dathomir Rising: Huntress

[Sedita Helion]

[member="Perla Pirjo"]

Sedita turned his head and growled as he heard the voice of the weaker Witch in his head. At first he had no intent of satisfying her request, but then through his link to her he began to feel something...she felt exactly as he did right now. She no longer felt like the huntress, she felt like prey...as did he. More than that, she was desperate to get away from here; she probably would have taken a body bag off of this world if she had the option. All of these sensations put together lead Sedita to one conclusion: she was terrified and desperate enough to be sincere about her offer.

Glancing towards the cloud concealing the form of the stronger Witch, who he was more than certain had survived his little trick intact, Sedita groaned and turned towards the weaker witch. "Know this, girl...if I am to take you with me, it will require certain...commitments. And if you even give me a shadow of a reason to doubt your commitment...what I did to you only a few minutes ago will be but the tip of the iceberg compared to what I will do to you before letting you die." He nodded and glanced towards the clearing cloud again. "I don't need to guess that my little ploy didn't kill her...can your hiding place conceal us from her for a time?"

 

[Armand Temi]

Good, the more powerful Sith was open to bargaining and perhaps an arrangement. "I understand," she sent back. "If you can hold the Elder Witch off a bit more, I have an idea of how to get us out of here."

Even as an exile, Perla still knew Dathomir like the tribal tattoo on the back of her hand. She crouched and then sprinted into the jungle. She had seen a pack of wild rancors just to the south of here. She snuck up on the pack and called to one of them, using an enticing mating growl which she did with the back of her throat. A male rancor loped over to her location and sniffed the air. Perla clucked to the rancor using commands she'd learned in the Great Canyon Clan when taming your first rancor. The rancor approached snarling and Perla leaped up and grabbed hold of its neck, digging her heels into its back. It protested, snarling and bucking until eventually she got it somewhat under control.
The trick would be to ride her new beast without a saddle and somehow get her new Sith friend up on the rancor without the creature eating him first. Perla used her muscular legs to guide the rancor back to the clearing where the earth wall was.

[member="Sedita Helion"] [member="J.Reaper"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Nicole Sarah Feanor"] [member="Petra Cavataio"]

 

[Neyana]

Allies: [member="Solan Charr"]
Enemy: [member="J.Reaper"]
Unknown: [member="Perla Pirjo"] [member="Sedita Helion"] [member="Petra Cavataio"]

Everything happened in meer seconds. The bullet did pierce the tree, but the splinters sent it off course. The bullet pierced apart of her arm, causing sever pain to her, and the splinters that were blown off wasn't making it any better. A few parts of the tree would jab themselves into the open wound, and the girl would suddenly scream out in pain, and fall down to her left. "GOD... DAMNIT! SOLAN!"

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Nicole Sarah Feanor"] [member="Perla Pirjo"] [member="J.Reaper"]

He heard her voice and turned his head slowly before looking at Nicole and staring as the wound was more than obvious and he ran to her with one thought in mind. After he held her he would skin the one taht had shot at his student. Infact he looked at the wound and as he did anger was the only thing that came from him as the aura around him got darker and more expansive. "Nicole, bite down on this..." She would be given a rag he tore from his cloak. Waiting for her to bite down first, he carefully looked at the wound as he pulled out sliver of wood after sliver of wood until all it was out. Last though was teh wound itself which he covered with his hand and he would stare down at the ground for a moment before letting flames envelop his hand and burning the wound shut.

 

[Neyana]

Allies: [member="Solan Charr"]
Enemy: [member="J.Reaper"]
Unknown: [member="Perla Pirjo"]

She continues to scream out in pain, and would take the rag and bites down without question. This has to be the first grevious wound she has gotten in her entire life. She grunts and tries to use the cloth to muffle out her screams, but few came out. She obliviously was in alot of pain. The fire didn't help much either, but it atleast was helping in sealing her wound.

 

[Petra Cavataio]

[member="Sedita Helion"]

Lightning came down to her hand just a moment after appearing in front of Sedita. Petra was going to channel it. However the sith running off with a gift at her feet, she realized what was down there. Redirected the lightning’s energy to place a blueish shield around her, Petra’s shielding took the blast. Lightning was still coming down to her and the shielding held for that.

The energy changed to a green hue. She turned to the Sith. From the green sphere that circled her, it was used to attract more lightning to strike down on the sphere. The building up of the lightning had the sphere sparking until she had decided things were ready. Then all hell broke loose from Petra. Lightning flowed outwards at the Sith. Thousands of bolts surged through the air to envelop Sedita by the weapon he seemed to enjoy to use.

 

[Sedita Helion]

[member="Perla Pirjo"] [member="Petra Cavataio"]

Sedita threw both one up and began to channel Force Lightning out through his fingers. He had heard of such duels where Sith would be locked in a face off, two different currents of Force Lightning clashing in an effort to overcome one another. This was perhaps similar in the sense that for a few moments one could very clearly see two different streams of electricity colliding, a stream that quickly began to flow towards Sedita. He clipped his lightsabers into his belt and held up both hands now, barely holding back the tide of lightning that threatened to engulf him.

This almost reminded him of something...of the day when he had held his brother Venris by the wrist after beating the younger Helion down, almost mocking his efforts, and then deliberately sent a current of Force Lightning surging through Venris' arm. It seemed almost poetic that now Sedita stood in a similar position, trying to hold back a force of nature.

No...He was not some weak simpering child like Venris. He was a Sith, a warrior, a servant of the Dark Side!

Sedita did what was perhaps the most idiotic or ingenious thing to do at that point...he stopp pouring lightning out through his hands....and began to take it in instead. His gloves caught fire almost immediately, seeming to explode off of his hands as energy surged up his arms. He felt the Witch's energies begin to course through him, charging him up and threatening to make him explode, but so far he wasn't dead...and that was all that kept him going on this suicidal endeavour.

Through the crackling energies Sedita' yellow eyes locked onto the Witch (Petra), betraying no fear, only pure wrath as he continued to drink in the energy she poured into him. His entire body quivered, and he fell to one knee as his left arm, the one damaged by his own exposure to Force Lightning many years ago began to smoke and burn.

And then, taking every bit of energy that he had sucked in....Sedita let it out in an explosion directed solely towards the Witch, causing the ground to explode and kick up dirt grains and boulder sized rocks. Sedita squeezed his eyes shut and launched himself back, propelling himself backwards through the air and landing roughly on the head of a Rancor that had been lumbering towards his position-perhaps by mere luck or the will of the Force.

Sedita collapsed, his good arm holding him up while his left arm, a burnt husk of its former self hung at his side....at least it had been the one that Perla had already disfigured, so his luck was not quite as bad as it could have been. Sedita said nothing to Perla, busy trying to regain his breath. He had spent a good deal of the power he had absorbed on that explosion, but in a strange way he still felt...revitalized, minus the now useless husk of an arm that would need serious bacta treatment of course.

 

[J.Reaper]

the tree started shaking from the explosion the sith created, his sniper rifle falled of the tree and hit the ground hard on a tree braking it to pieces "dammit!!" he got up as he held the grip of his sword with the right hand as he started dashing and jumping between the trees trying to get to the rancor the sith and the nightsister was riding and kill them both, he was elegantly moving very quickly as he jumped on to a branch and quickly slashed the branch in half as it would fall upon the rancor and hopefully on them aswell, he then front flipped to the ground still holding the grip and landed quietly on the ground as the big branch was falling upon them, it would probably kill the rancor but reaper was no sure if it would kill them but he could only hope, he grinned as he watched what they would do next.

Sedita Helion Petra Cavataio Perla Pirjo

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="J.Reaper"] [member="Nicole Sarah Feanor"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Sedita Helion"] [member="Petra Cavataio"] [member="Perla Pirjo"]

Jaster and his men had been watching this conflict for over an hour now. His men had finished collecting some samples from the area. He really wanted the cell sample of that dead domestic Rancor. Unfortunately it was close to the Sith and witches, and they couldn't get close enough.

As he tried to figure out a plan to get closer, a shot rang out in the treeline close to him. His men got in cover and concealed themselfs from snipers. Jaster couldn't pinpoint were the shot came from or were it went. That when he heard a female voice yell, it was almost undefined from the distance. Jaster turned to see Solan's apprentice was hit.

Suddenly a tree was ripped from the ground near him, thinking he was cought he readied into a firing position. As soon as he readied himself, a man wearing clone trooper armor ran over him through the trees at a speed where Jasters eyes could not keep up. He was on the clear and still not noticed by anyone, this was good.

Noticing [member="Solan Charr"] was trying desperatly to heal his apprentice, Jaster readied himself to run in if they were attacked again while he was healing. Jaster had a small amount of honor left in him, and for an old commerads he may take another bullet. Keeping his eyes glued to Solan he ordered his men to keep a 365 security circle. This was a pretty stressful situration on a not so welcoming plannet.

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="J.Reaper"] @Jaster of clan Awaud [member="Sedita Helion"] [member="Petra Cavataio"] [member="Nicole Sarah Feanor"]

Solan looked up quick stared at the man that had shot his apprentice, the girls arm tied up now as he spoke to her. "Stay here... Sorry." With that he stood and stared over at where J.Reaper had shown up as he breathed in and started over to him. He wasn't sure sure if the man would react to him but with each step Solan ignored everyone around him as one though was in mind and that was the removal fo this man's limbs for good.

His hands gripping tighter on the scythe as he shouted over to the man. His hands around the scythe letting sparks fly from it as he started generating more and more power in order to remove this man's existence from this plain of reality. He didn't even hold back his anger at this man for harming his student as there was no holding back to be had and he would be sure this ended in only one way. So with that and the moment reaper was in sight he reached out and sent lightning at the man's side, looking to send him flying into a rock or tree.

 

[J.Reaper]

reaper grinned as he saw the man shooting lightning at him, he quickly pulled out his blade as he used as a conduit and sent the lightning flying to the side instead, he then stood there looking at the sith "nice trick, never really liked jedi or sith, but its a mistake going at me kid" he looked at the man through the visor as he switched his stance into unfamiliar way, he had learned himself how to use a blade and he was good at it, he put back his sword as he put his left leg behind him and his right leg infront as he crouched a little bending his right leg as he held the grip of the sword with right hand, he tilted his body a little to the left where his sword was as he stared at the sith "im not going to die here, i still got a debt to settle" he said with a dark cold voice as he waited for the siths next move

Solan Charr

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="J.Reaper"]

"ILL KILL YOU." He shifted the grip of his scythe so that the blade at the bottom was facing the man and hurled the thing, pushing the force behind it and sending it like a Javalin at the man while it sped faster than any normal man's throw. He wasn't done though as he brought his hands tighter into fists and let the flames reignited as he pushed for the fire to spread and grow, to move towards the man as the only thing he was thinking in that moment was torching this man's body and dismembering him for daring to harm his student. With one last breath in he screamed out as a telekinetic pressure wave was let loose and the flames left him to rush at the man.

 

[Neyana]

Aliies: [member="Solan Charr"]
Enemy: [member="J.Reaper"]
Unknown: [member="Jaster of clan Awaud "] [member="Petra Cavataio"] [member="Perla Pirjo"] [member="Sedita Helion"]

The girl would slowly try to find some new cover, seeing as the tree she was behind was shot, and the pain in her arm wasn't making it anybetter. Atleast the wound was sealed and tied. She would go to crawl, finding a nice little rock she could rest behind. She hopes that no one else would find her here, and the girl would sit down behind this boulderish rock, and tries her best to calm down.

 

[Armand Temi]

Perla could hear the splintering wood sound of a branch falling. She grabbed the rancor's neck with her bare hands and shouted a command for it to rear up and bank to the right. The branch went crashing down to the ground and not on top of her mount or the two riders. "Hup! Hup!" she shouted, kicking the creature's flanks to make it gallop further into the jungle. The Sith would have to hold on tight to Perla with his good arm in order to stay riding. If she had time she would tie him with her slaver's net but there was no time. Her plan was to find her freighter which she had hidden near the Great Canyon under some foliage. It took her all of the night before to hide the ship but that didn't mean it wouldn't be found by others today.

"What is your name, Sith?" she asked, not sure if the Force user was conscious. According to landmarks they were only a five minute ride from her ship."How did you get to Dathomir? Do you have transport?" she asked.

[member="J.Reaper"] [member="Sedita Helion"]

 

[J.Reaper]

reaper grinned as he side stepped from the scythe flying towards him, he was surpised by the move and a little facinated by the creativity of the attack, he then saw the man rush towards him on fire, he then dashed at him with a speed that did not seem as a normal human could do, he drawed his blade quick enough to be only able to see the blade shine as he met with the man, he aimed towards the stomach area and if he evaded he would quickly flip behind the man and draw towards the mans spine and towards his legs, though he may be powerful with the force letting his anger cloud his mind was a mistake that reaper took advantage of.

Solan Charr

 

[Sedita Helion]

[member="Perla Pirjo"]

Sedita barely held on, forced to rely on his one good but still burnt hand to hang onto the Witch as the Rancor carried them away from the battle-a brief respite at best, the stronger Witch was certainly able to catch up to them in a short while based on the speed she had shown. She wouldn't even need speed actually, just a simple bolt of lightning from above would do the trick, and Sedita had barely survived channelling her lightning once.

"Sedita," He managed to say. "I have a ship...waiting in orbit."

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Nicole Sarah Feanor"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="J.Reaper"]

Jaster realized that Solan had lost it, the female must mean a lot to the Jedi. He also realized that in the effort to seal his apprentices wound she was left defencless to not only the sniper that had passed over him but the Sith and rancor near them both. Even if the women was a force use and powerful one at best, that arm was practically useless. He really hated being a good guy, it was getting old and it only got him shot at. None the less he got up and ran tword [member="Nicole Sarah Feanor"].

He motioned his hands to his men to cover Solan, if he was to loose himself to much and kill the sniper, they were to subdue them both. The more noise they made, the more the Witchs would come.

Focusing on the young female he ran as fast and quick as he could. As he reached closer he slide to the ground, knowing how Solan useraly was as he slid he through his weapon into a nearby bush and showing his hands were empty.

'God I hope I don't die?' He thought to himself.

 

[Neyana]

Allies: [member="Solan Charr"]
Enemy: [member="J.Reaper"]
Unknown: [member="Sedita Helion"] [member="Perla Pirjo"] [member="Petra Cavataio"]
Confused: [member="Jaster of clan Awaud "]

She was unaware of the soldier approching her, for the girl was over looking the boulder, wondering who else might be nearby to harm her. She would carefully watch the battle unfold, but something felt odd. Someone was near her. Clearly she thought no one saw her stumble and hide behind this boulder of sorts, but she was found.

She looks in all directions, and then notices the man. Quickly, she stumbles her free arm, trying to get her Saber in an attempt to atleast try to give an empty threat. When he would finally arrive, the girl managed to take out her saber, and turned it on. The red beam glew softly. The girl was clearly afriad.

"P-Please... just go away..."

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Nicole Sarah Feanor"]

'Ok, she's Sith, this could get worse.' He thought to himself.

"It's ok," he pulled into his side pouch and forced it to unleash from his belt. Inside were basic and advanced medical kit. Only used in diet siturations, or so he told his men. He raised it to the female who was very likely to kill him then take the drugs then trust him. "inside are some Bacta patches and pain killer packs, I'm not here to hurt you, but letting a person die wouldn't settle for me, don't trust me, just let me protect you till Solan gets back, then ill disappear into the wind."

This was very stressful for Jaster, a saber in hand and burnt flesh fresh in the air. He pulled out a blaster pistol and layed it near her feet, "easier to use with one hand then your saber.

 

[Neyana]

Aliies: [member="Solan Charr"]
Enemy: [member="J.Reaper"]
Unknown: [member="Perla Pirjo"] [member="Petra Cavataio"] [member="Sedita Helion"]
Confused: [member="Jaster of clan Awaud "]

She sees the medkit, and slightly tilts her head abit. This caught her offguard. Then he slid this blaster at her, truly this one wasn't with the man who shot her. After a while of thinking, she goes to set her saber down, and would try to turn it off with one hand. She slowly begins to calm down, and does some nice, calm, deep breathes. "He already sealed my wound, but it still hurts... can you make it stop?" She would then motion to the blaster, and went to move it back to him. "If you're doing what you said you're doing. Then that would provide more usefulness to you, then me. I'm right handed and my right arm is shot."