Private Denon, the planet of opportunity?

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Denon
Objective: Protect the politician
Tags: Surea

"There's no chance your taking him out through here, we don't have enough security to deal with that many bodies"

In the lobby of the Denon Pentaplex a group of guards and two jedi waited calmly, surrounding a sitting man in the middle who had just come out of a meeting with a few big players within the corporate industry. A key figure in the abolishing of anything Sith, Myn Kiles was a pro war candidate was dead set on the destruction of the Maw and Sith lifestyle. Many in the senate were like that, but he had more than a mouthful of things to say and hard facts to spit about the Maw that were surely going to a few heads steam. During a recent broadcast on Denon, he was brave enough to denounce their ideals to the galaxy. Anyone who did that, seemed to have a target on their head instantly.

"Sir, Knight Typho and I can take him out through other means. If you keep them entertained, we can slip around the back and guide him back to the shuttle" Silas said to the chief guard, who looked at him with a raised brow before back to the knight. Typho seemed to be impressed by the padawans quick thinking and nodded to the chief "Silas is right, as long as the crowd are distracted we should be able to get him securely back to Coruscant." he said in support, giving the padawan a brief smile as they waited for the chiefs answer.

"Fine, but make it quick. I do not wish to go back to my wife covered in stamp marks from a bunch of anti-corporate protestors..."

With a brief bow from both both jedi they walked over to the bored politician and motioned for him to followed them towards the back entrance of the building. He let out a brief yawn before getting up and walking before them, more than happy to get out this mess more than the Jedi themselves. Close behind him the warriors followed, their eyes gazing at around for anything out of the ordinary.

"I don't remember it being this bad the last time I was here, what has changed so drastically?" Silas asked curiously as they pushed open the door to the quiet back alley. Knight Typho didn't answer at first, but after pondering for a short time he finally spoke "Their bravery Silas, many are starting to rise up and dispose of the chains the corporate industries had on them. None the less, their cause isn't our current concern right now..."

 

[Surea]

"Keep the ship running."

"Of course. Should anything happen to you my orders are to clean up your mess."

Surea's brow furrowed as she turned her head towards her droid. A glare, or at least as much as she could manage. Facial expressions weren't something she understood too well. Didn't help she didn't have eyes to see others. None the less the droid pilot seemed to ignore her. She bit back anything further on her part. Either the droid wouldn't care, or it'd just say something else to piss her off.

She could swear that was part of it's programing.

Instead she dropped out of the shuttle. There was a brief shimmer as it's cloak rippled from the sudden change, but for the most part it went unseen in the sky. Good. The cybernetically enhanced Sith landed atop one of the roofs of Denon. A city world. She already hated it. Had she the choice, she'd be anywhere else. But political unrest was a weapon the Maw used. Kill the right people, blame the right people, and all manner of instability could grow.

She crouched low, clicking on her com as she darted from shadow to shadow.

"Any sign?"

"A street cam picked up the target going into an alley with what looked like Jedi guard. What fun, I might have to level the block when you perish."

Damn droids.

Silas Westgard

 

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Denon
Objective: Protect the politician
Tags: Surea

"You're right, we should focus on getting him back to the ship. I'll save my curiosity until then" said Silas, who chose to keep the safety of the politician his top priority. Looking to the man himself, he noncoherently walked ahead of them towards the street where everyone was protesting. Before his foot could even reach the end Knight Typho rushed forwards and pushed him back against the wall with a look that certainly thought the man was foolish

"What are you doing?! we can't help when the crowd swarms you. If you really want to get back home quick and safe, listen to us alright?"

"Hmph... if you insist. Now would you please get your hands off my suit?"

Typho allowed a grin to form in the corner of his lips before slowly letting go, leaving the official to dust himself with a shake of his head. In the mean time, Silas took the Initiative and looked down the street to the protestors who were still focused on the entrance "We should be fine to make a run to the other alleyway across from us" he said without even looking at them, keeping his eyes peeled for any other unexpected changes. Many of them didn't seem to be harmful, but you never knew who hid in a group of sheep.

Silas finally looked back to the two of them and motioned for them to get ready. With Myn in the middle of both them, they suddenly ran across the street to the next alleyway ahead. Thankfully, no one seemed to see them as they got to the other side without a hitch "The shuttle is only a few streets away correct?" Silas enquired, a hand kept on the hilt of his lightsaber at all times. He hoped he didn't have to use it today, but anything could happen in this environment.

"Correct, last I heard it was only a few streets away at the nearest shuttle station. If Mr suit over here doesn't wonder off we should be there within a few minutes"

 

[Surea]

Surea kept to the shadows. Following from a distance, trying to listen to what was being said. Impossible, given the distance. But she could still reach out with the Force, still 'see' them in a way only a Miraluka could understand. Provided there was no one there she couldn't see. Inwardly she cursed the spirit that introduced her to the fact there were beings, powers, even species she wouldn't ever be able to see.

It was horrifying.

But the Jedi didn't seem to be like that. Three bodies, moving together through the crowd. Even if there was someone she couldn't see, she'd be able to see them bumping into others, right? Crap, now she was doubting herself. She took a breath from her perch, letting her tension fade. Doubt had no place here. Her cybernetic arm cracked open, letting her blade fall free. The solid weapon extended, it's Sith edge easily felt in the Force.

Then she dropped. Rot infested blade swinging down to try and strike the younger of the Jedi before they realized just how close the threat was.

Silas Westgard

 

[Silas Westgard]

"Hm, he'll stay close i'm sure of it." Silas said with a brief smirk as they continued to press forward. Unexpectedly, something in the force felt off. A blip indicated something dark ahead, but it was a feeling he shrugged off. Missions like this always made your wonder, so if there wasn't any significant changes he didn't have to act on them. Nonetheless, the brief alert seemed to unnerve him slightly.

"I fel-" but before he could even release what he was going to say the same disturbance rushed back, yet with stronger intent and persistence. A hand tugged the young Jedi back before a blade met the sith's, locking it in place as they battled to get the upper hand.

"Silas! get him to the shuttle now!" he shouted loudly, kicking the Sith back to swing swift strikes in his direction. Silas managed to keep on his feet and nod quickly to the knight, choosing not to question his order as he grabbed the shocked official by the arm and ran in the opposite direction.

"We need to get out of here, go!"

Surea ​

 

[Surea]

Sure enough, the older Jedi intervened. In that brief moment of surprise in Silas and the Knight taking her blade against her own, she let herself feel a slight thrill. The thrill of a plan working. A thrill she stamped down before she let it get to her head. Cybernetics forced her blade against the Knight's, keeping him close. Locked. The other flicked out. A bolt of lightning rushed from her fingertips, aiming for the Politian just as the kick was sent her direction.

She leapt back with it, flipping through the air to evade the coming strike before her blade came crashing down. Weight. The Sithsword was incredibly heavy, and she swung it around as if the weapon was a lightsaber. Inhuman strength of her cybernetics. Her own inhuman strength as she let her rage. Anger. She let it all flood her mind as she sent strike after strike at the Knight in her path. Battering his saber again and again without a single care for refinement or skill.

Pure strength was all she needed.

Silas Westgard

 

[Silas Westgard]

Just as they were about to turn and run bright lightning struck the official in the back, sending him flying forwards with smoke rising from his back "Feth!" he shouted out loud as he rushed to the man, kneeling to check on his condition. From the shock of it all, he was unconscious, his breath labored and weak. If he tried to move him he'd be defenseless if the Sith tried to wage another piece of offense, right now they were sitting ducks.

At the same time, his partner goes toe to toe with the unnaturally strong darksider. The pure strength of the woman hit against his saber one after the other, forcing backward towards a wall to the point he had nowhere to go. His eyes focused on her with determination, not panicking even when he was on the backfoot "Silas! you must ge-" but before he could even mutter his last words the Sith smashed hard into the hilt of the saber, sending it to the floor before the giant sword plunged into his stomach. It was that powerful it found its way into the wall behind, pinning him to it as his mouth widened in shock.

"No!" Silas yelled out with his eyes wide in shock. Jumping to his feet he ran at the Sith with revenge burning through them, looking to plunge his lightsaber into her side as he held the Jedi against the wall with her sword.

Surea​

 

[Surea]

The moment the blade pierced flesh, skin rotted. The Jedi, impaled to the wall, rotted. It was unnatural as it was horrific, flesh turning black and shriveling around the wound. The Jedi wasn't alive for barely a moment longer. And Surea was grinning, if only for a moment. Silas rushed her, but rather than try to rip her blade from the wall she reached down. Using the Force to snatch the saber of the fallen Knight to ignite the blue blade in her grasp to slam into Silas's own. Forcing it towards the now corpse of a Jedi.

All while she continued her spin. Her metal fist came around, the back of her hand swinging for his jaw.

Silas Westgard

 

[Silas Westgard]

The sight of the former knight turning rotten before his very eyes made him sick to his stomach and only fuel him further to finally eliminate this monster once and for all. With a loud grunt, he plunged his lightsaber towards her, only for it to be locked in place by his fellow Jedi's fallen lightsaber. At the same time, he didn't see her swinging metal fist come around back at him which in turn forced him to pay the price for his aggression.

As it flashed into his view, Silas opened his eyes wide and took the blunt force of her fist to his jaw. The force was enough to send him flying backwards into the wall, his back hitting it with a thump before he fell face first to the floor. Silas was sure the punch had made him blackout for a second, but when he looked up from the ground it was almost as if he had been sent to dreamland. His vision was blurry and spinning, not to mention the immense pain that came from his jaw and back.

Silas groaned to himself as he looked over to see his lightsaber only an arm's length away. Painfully, his arm extended out to try and roll it back into his desperate grasp.

Surea​

 

[Surea]

Surea ignored Silas at this point. Once her fist connected with her face, she assumed he wouldn't be getting back up. Arrogant, or just common sense after getting a backhand of a solid metal fist. One of Sith Steel no less. No, her attention fell on the scared politician running for his life. Or trying to. He'd just finally woken up, started to drag himself away. The Sith stepped forward, lifting her borrowed saber up.

Then winced. It fought her. Just like the last saber did. Her eyes narrowed as she turned her gaze to the weapon.

"Silence."

She spoke the words with a surprising amount of venom behind them. Then squeezed the handle. Cracking the hilt, just as she did the last. The blade itself warped and crackled, erupting with uncontrolled energy. And red. Slowly the blade warped under her anger, her hate. Bleeding into the scarlet blade of any Sith. Then she struck out for the downed man. Her target.

All that mattered was he died.

Silas Westgard

 

[Silas Westgard]

Silas opened his hand and rolled his lightsaber into his grasp, but it wouldn't be any use as he made his dazed state look up to the Sith was getting closer to the hurt man. Through the blurry gaze, he saw the woman struggling to control the former knight lightsaber one that fought bravely against the pressure of the Darkside. Although, the valiant effort would soon come to an end when the blade turned bright red.

The brightness of the blade reflected from Silas's hurt blue eyes, ones that showed desperation as he tried to force his body to do something. Deep down inside dark energy was brewing, one that was pushing him to do more before another innocent person died. It was going to be his fault if the man died, and he couldn't have that on his conscience

"N-no!" he said with a wild growl as adrenaline shot through his body like a bullet. Dragging himself to one knee, his eyesight made out a line of large, metallic garbage bins and instinctively reached for it with the force. One after the other, he tried to pile bin after bin onto the sith to try and pin her down as the official tried to escape.

"Run... get to the fething ship!" he said with aggression, almost struggling to keep upright from how powerful the metallic fist had hit him in the face.

"Y-you will not kill another soul you brute!" he said the best he could, struggling to speak from the amount of pain coming from his jawline.

Surea​

 

[Surea]

Her body twisted as she brought the bled saber around. Cleaving through the bin in a single strike. Then another. Her brow furrowed under the mask that covered her eyeless features. So the Padawan wasn't down for the count yet? She hopped up onto a balcony, overlooking the Padawan and the official as he ran through her connection in the Force alone.

"A Jedi like you can't stop me."

Another bin, another cleave. But this time the moment she cut through the metal container she raised her free hand, and ripped her blade from the rotted corpse. A sharp tug, and she set it spinning for the official like a lawnmower.

And the crowd he was trying to muscle his way through.

Silas Westgard

 

[Silas Westgard]

He grunted after each throw, slinging container after container at the Sith to try and delay the politician enough time to escape. Except, at the right moment Surea managed to jump away onto a nearby balcony to avoid the next flying dumpster. Silas looked up to her with a deep wince and growled as he looked to throw another bin her way

"Y-you will not succeed..."

With a giant heave, he sent another her way only for it to be cut down. In the corner of his eye, the official was struggling to push his way through the busy protesters who were oblivious of what was going on. At that moment, he wasn't expecting what was going to happen next. Something so lacking in life made him think if this woman even had a soul.

He snapped back to the Sith who had tugged out the sword from the knight's body and sent it rotating at speed towards the politician and the innocent crowd in harm's way. As it flew past the padawan gasped and raised two hands in the air to desperately try and stop it in its tracks. At first, Silas felt nothing as its rotations struggled to keep going. However, almost like a delayed reaction the darkness that rested within the sword hit into him like a speeder.

His eyes went wide and watery as his arms began to shake from the amount of pressure going through his body. He desperately tried to hang on and shout something to the protesting crowd at the entrance, who were all oblivious and facing away from the violence going on behind them. Yet his mouth said nothing, sealed shut by the dark assault constantly trying to break down his mentality.

No... they couldn't die, not under his watch.

"S-stop... they are not involved in this!" He gasped to the Sith, defenceless and desperate as he held onto the dark blade.

Surea​