Frieden ist eine Lüge (Vaylin)

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Vaylin"]

If there was a silver lining to the communications blackout, then it was the possibility that the inability to reach the enclave might compel the authorities to investigate. If they bothered to make a call. It depended on how neighbourly they were feeling. And on how long the Jedi were able to hold out.


In the meantime, the Eisenkrieger were hot in pursuit of the retreating Jedi. A blue lightsabre sailed throug the air towards Neda. Taking note of the beam of blue plasma and using her brain implant to calculate its likely trajectory, the cyborg fired up her jetpack and shot away. As the lightsabre carved a line into the floor, she brought up her concussion rifle and shot the Jedi in the chest.


Boom. Another Jedi went down, and she landed on the ground. When he tried to rise and unleash his power, he got a hard boot in the jaw. Nearby a security droid was turned into a wreck when a Trandoshan cyborg carved through it with a poweraxe. But more Jedi were on the move, fleeing towards what must be the hangar.


The sight of the Kel Dor and his two minions gave her pause. Based on his bearing, demeanour and the fact that he seemed to be in a command position shepherding the young ones, she concluded that he was probably a master or a knight.


"Take those three out. Flank, stay mobile and fire," she transmitted towards the rest of her squad. Purely wirless, nonverbal communication was good to avoid eavesdropping. She retrieved a grenade from her belt, primed it and threw. It was an anti-Forcer grenade, meaning it would only detonate after reaching a safe distance from the thrower.


Her rifle was brought into position and she squeezd the trigger, firing a concussive energy charge that would create a powerful shockwave. Unblockable by a lightsabre, though she knew Forcers had all kinds of tricks. They were difficult for a non-Force-user to assess. Her squadmates unloaded with scatterguns and repeaters, trying to flank the Jedi's posse.


xxx


"Vaylin," Dena spoke the name with contempt, "I am not surprised to see you as a deluded minion of evil. I warned your Master that you would fall to the Dark Side. Your treason ends here."


Shakka winced just a bit at the word 'harem'. "Master, do you know this...Sith?" she asked, igniting her blue lightsabre. "You're gonna pay for all the Jedi you killed," she pointed her lightsabre of Vaylin.


"It is of no consequence. She is a tainted woman, just like her Sith master. We shall smite them for the Light," Dena said commandingly, throwing the armoured cyborg a look that made it clear what she thought of her.


"Yes, Master," Shakka agreed. If she felt uncertainty, she tried to hide it.


At this stage Enyo got fed up with all the witty banter and decided she wanted some action. Moving with a speed that might have been surprising given her armour, she thrust the tip of her violent blade towards Dena's abdomen. The Jedi was fortunate to be quick enough to step back and draw her own blade, parrying the strike.


However, the strength of her opponent seemed to surprise her. This was not a contest she could win through physical prowess. Fortunately, she managed to keep her blade in hand. She delivered a riposte and sparks flew when her lightsabre struck Enyo's forearm, but the phrik prevented it from being cut off. Then Enyo was on the offensive again.


A beheading stroke was intercepted by Dena's sabre, and their blades locked. Forcing the Jedi's weapon down, Enyo grabbed her with crushing strength and hurled her over her shoulder and through the air. There was a loud crunch and a cry of pain when Dena landed hard on the ground, white-hot pain flooding her body. Drawing upon the Force to still the pain, she rolled, kicked Enyo's crashing blade aside and slammed her with a mighty Force push. As the two masters clashed in a violent dance, this left Shakka and Vaylin to resolve Jedi-Sith business on a field that was increasingly being stained with blood.

 

[Vaylin]

Koss was an experienced fighter, having fought on many battlefields over the years. And while he had resigned from such things in recent memory, his proficiency for combat hadn't been dulled.

So when he saw three combatants moving towards him, the Kel Dor immediately fell back into old habits.

"Varis, Torook. With me!" He ordered the two Knights at his side, both igniting their sabers as they moved in to confront Neda and her group. The Master narrowed his eyes as their foes moved in, seemingly sharing no words between one another. Either they were a proficent group together, or they were speaking through other means.

He moved the moment he saw Neda grab the grenade. Koss called the Force to him and sent a blast out towards it. Before the grenade could reach a far enough distance to explode, the Jedi's attack sent it hurtling back, past Neda and across the room.

"Shields!" Both Varis and Torook raised their hands, summoned the Force to their hands into a protective barrier that managed to cover themselves. Koss stood in the middle, arms in position but he didn't move. The shockwave tore across towards them, but as it neared them the Kel Dor jumped into action.

Koss sent a Force wave towards them, it went flying towards the shockwave and met it in the middle. Both attacks met in the middle of a, the explosion was more audible than it was destructive. All three Jedi's ears were ringing, but neither stumbled in their defensive stances.

As the scattergun and repeater were introduced, the Kel Dor quickly threw up his own shield to bolster his allies'. The torrent of fire was pushing them back gradually, moving in unison as Neda and her two kept mobile and pressing the advantage.

They would wait until the clips of their gun ran out, or overheated. Then they would strike.

-x-​

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"You're one to talk delusion, Gallia." Vaylin let out a snort of amusement. "The Jedi are so far deluded that they can't even see the sticks up their arses, and are so blind to their own dogma that they can't see when one of their own is breaking it." Basically, the Jedi Master had no leg to stand on when it came to criticizing others.

The conversation lingered on, although the Zabrak's eyes were fixed on the younger Jedi; Shakka. She could sense her uncertainty, like any young padawan being thrust into a battle. Was this her first taste of it perhaps?

Vaylin grinned.

While Enyo leaped into battle against Dena, the Zabrak did the same with Shakka. Red clashed against blue, immediately Vaylin pushed her strength into her attacks knocking the Twi'lek back.

"So, you one of her's are you? Hmm, I'm surprised you don't look like much-"

"Be silent, Sith!" Shakka moved in to strike, aiming for Vaylin's stomach but she managed to bat the blade away to the side.

"Ah, there's the feistiness!" The Zabrak went in for a lunge. Blocked. Then launched into a flurry of strikes, gradually pushing her opponent towards a wall behind her.

[member="Enyo Typhos"]​

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Vaylin"]


Presently the situation was a stalemate. Fortunately, the security mechanism inside it meant that the grenade did not go off, so Neda and her gang were unhurt. The concussive wave slammed into the cyborg and pushed her back, but she was soon on her feet again. She kept firing to keep the Jedi pinned down, but the gears in her partly mechanical mind were moving.


The shimmering barrier made her conclude that the Jedi were using their Force trickery to create some sort of force field, a protective cocoon that kept them safe. It was logical to assume the Jedi hoped that their opponents would run out of ammo and need to reload, allowing them to pounce. This was a reasonable plan. However, if all her experience with Jedi and Sith had taught Neda anything, then it was the fact that sustained use of their powers was taxing and required a lot of focus and energy. Far less than firing a gun.


Her concussion rifle fired again. The force field would probably blunt the impact, but not eliminate it entirely. All she needed was for one Jedi to put under an undue amount of strain. Through her brain implants, she pinged the cyborg escorting Shoshary. Seal the door.


The Eisenkrieger with a scattergun dropped the shotgun and replaced it with a bolter. At her signal, he fired an explosive bolt. Since the warhead was armed at launch, it would explode on impact - any impact. This included hitting it with a lightsabre, telekinetically pushing or deflecting it or blocking it with a force shield. Any of these contacts would cause it to blow up on the Jedi. The cyborg did not expect a mortal hit. It would be a success if weakened their barrier or forced the Jedi to devote more energy to it. Two more cyborgs joined her, firing sonic blasters.


Meanwhile, a silvery shape began to slowly phase through the ceiling. The Jedi Master might hear the whispers of premonition, if he was able to listen to the ripples amidst the chaos going on around him. The silver droid, made of liquid metal and armed with a lightsabre, would be dropping down behind the Jedi....

xxx

All the violence taking place in the enclave had one advantage: It allowed Shoshary and her escort to get to the control centre without being cut into bits by Jedi or droids. Almost everyone seemed to be focused on other matters. Use of stealth generators helped. The chamber the Cathar found was filled with banks of mainframe computers.

"Geez, this stuff is, like, real old. Archaic really," the Cathar commented.

"Less chatter, more work," her cyborg escort said flatly. His voice was a dull monotone, like that of a droid.

"Yes, yes. I remember you before our fearless leade stuck a computer in your head. You were more lively. Still a jackarse, but no tin can," the feline woman shot back.

"Augmentation would benefit you. You would be less of a chatterbox. Now get it done."

"I provide much needed...colour, sense and humour. And robot or not, I can still claw your eyes out." Then she finally got to work. Sitting down in one of the seats, she carefully pushed a computer spike into the main computer and started typing. "Countdown's running." Soon the hangar bay doors would be closed, trapping the Padawans and their escorts.


xxx


While Vaylin and Shakka had their fight, Enyo caught the impact of Dena's Force Push. At the risk of making a lame pun, it was rather...forceful. She had braced herself and weighed quite a bit, but was still pushed back and slammed into the ground. For a human this might have been a bruising or even disabling impact, but she simply got back up. She had lost her hold on her lightsabre, but rather than retrieve it she stretched out her right arm. Dena looked puzzled for just a moment, then there was a scream of premonition and she threw herself to the side.


In the same moment there was a muzzle flash and a beam of light sliced through the air. The Jedi was still in pain from being hurled around like a toy, and now the disruptor beam had scored a glancing blow in her torso. Advancing, Enyo fired again, but this shot only hit grass. Raising her arms weakly, Dena recited the Jedi Code. The third shot burnt away two of her fingers, then suddenly a massive rock was raised behind Enyo and driven towards the cyborg.


Enyo sensed the coming danger too late to evade it. The rock hit her with tremendous force, and buried her. Despite being in a lot of pain, Dena looked triumphant. "No spawn of darkness can stand against the light," she said piously, wiping some blood from her chin. Then suddenly the huge rock moved, and Enyo emerged from her coffin. Walking mechanically, as if little had happened, she marched towards the Jedi. Her lightsabre ignited with a snap-hiss, producing a beam of blazing violet plasma.

 

[Vaylin]

"Hold the defence, we need to give the others more time to evacuate." The Kel Dor spoke, unaware that the hangar was presently being cut off from the outside world. None of the enclave's occupants were aware of it, and if anyone was going to - it would be too late.

"Focus!" Korr ordered as Neda fire her concussion rifle again. The two knights focused their barriers into the Master's, extending and bolstering it against the blast. But it became quickly apparent it was a mistake, catching sight of the bolter being pulled out. "Switch!" Varis and Torook swiftly brought their shields up while Korr dropped his and threw the Force towards the bolt.

The impact caused an explosion between the two opposing parties, shaking the building and damaging the walls on either side.

It was in that moment that, between carnage and silence that his senses flared to life.
"Get back!" The master and Varis managed to jump back as the silver droid suddenly dropped from the ceiling and cut them off from Torook.

"Go, get to the hangar. I'll hold them off." There was no way the Zabrak Jedi was going to achieve that, but it would by them enough time. "Go!" He lunged at the droid and their lightsabers clashed.

Both Korr and Varis were hesitant, but their thoughts were on the padawans and their escape. As such, they were soon moving back and preparing to fortify against Neda's group.

-x-​

​

Vaylin's assault towards Shakka was unrelenting, forcing the Twi'lek towards a wall. The moment her back hit it, the Zabrak's red blade came slashing down, carving into the stone and metal as Jedi dodged. She had no intent to actually kill the padawan, but it didn't stop Vaylin from pulling her vicious strikes back. For all intents and purposes she was trying to kill her.

"Your anger will be your downfall, Sith!" Shakka managed to deliver a short kick to the Zabrak's stomach, knocking her back enough to move away from the wall. Their blades clashed again, each attack being met by a defensive hold. The Twi'lek was on the attack first, forcing Vaylin back until the Sith got the upperhand and went on the offensive.

That was when Enyo was stuck by the large rock, practically burying her. Vaylin looked over, a moment slip up that allowed Shakka to Force push the Zabrak across the room. She soared backwards, managing to land on her feet. Vaylin looked over to see the rock get forced aside as Enyo rose up from beneath it.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, that shouldn't be possible, right?

But Vaylin's attention swiftly turned back to Shakka as the Jedi began to use telekinesis to start throwing objects. Anything and everything she could, and the Zabrak batted it away either with the Force or by slashing it in half with her lightsaber as she ran at her opponent.

The moment she was close enough, Vaylin suddenly flipped over Shakka and brought her blade slashing downwards. A split second of nothing, then ear-piercing, agonizing scream of pain escaped the Twi'lek's lips. As one of her lekku were severed.

[member="Enyo Typhos"]​

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Vaylin"]


Boom. The premature detonation of the bolter's explosive bolt shook the floor beneath and the walls around them. Neda was blasted back and winced slightly when she felt a shard of shrapnel kiss her joint. Luckily, duraplast was quite solid, though she was certain there would be bruises on her chest.


A volley of Zabrak curses escaped her tongue, though she rallied again. For a moment, there was a cloud of smoke between them. It made it difficult for her to tell to what extent the Jedi might or might not have been impaired.


Either way, the distraction had worked, for the liquid metal bot had pounced. Neda had no clue how exactly it worked, except that it was able to phase through walls and could even reconstitute itself after getting its head chopped off.


Sparks flew as the lightsabres of the bot and the Zabrak Jedi clashed. The laser swords hummed, singing a song of death and destruction. It had always struck Neda as odd that Jedi kept referring to themselves as peacekeepers, yet wielded the most powerful melee weapons known to man.


Two Jedi were in retreat, one of them being the leader. "They're walking into a dead end. We just need to keep them locked up tight," she instructed her minions. Levelling their weapons at the retreating Jedi, the goons fired as one. Neda raised her gauntleted left hand as she advanced, keeping her eyes on the lone Zabrak. Brave, but suicidal, she thought.


A jet of scorching, cleansing heat erupted. A tongue of blazing flame emerged from the weapon's nozzle. As a stream of white-hot fury swept towards the valiant, but alone Torook, the liquid metal bot would press its attack and thrust the tip of its blue blade towards his abdomen, aiming to run him through and impale him upon the laser sword.


xxx


It was time to end this, and so Enyo advanced. Dena was in pain and beginning to run low on energy. Unlike the hybrid, she was human and could thus tire. However, the Jedi would not go down without a fight. Perhaps the ear-piercing, agonising scream from Shakka spurred her on.


"Shakka, be strong," raising the lightsabre of a dead Padawan, she threw it at Vaylin while the Zabrak was busy. Alas, she could not offer more aid at this point, for Enyo was upon her. Perhaps it was a hunch, but the Jedi Master had an idea of how the darksider could be back on her feet again, without showing any signs of being in pain. This evildoer was more machine than woman - and thus particularly heinous, for she had polluted both her body and her soul. And so the servant of the Light acted. From her hands came an arcing current of purple ion energy. It shot towards the cyborg.


As the surge of energy crawled over her body, Enyo twitched. Her armour was powerful, but it could only blot out so much. Indeed, the hybrid staggered and shook. It took effort to overcome the paralysis that afflicted her limbs. But she stepped forward, relentless and implacable. A sudden invisible tug towards the legs caught Dena off-balance. The cyborg hammered her mechanical hand into the Jedi's throat. Driven by superhuman strength, the woman fell to the ground, choking. Enyo gave her a clean death by stabbing her in the heart.

 

[Vaylin]

Torook was stuck between a rock and a hard place, with one about to spew fire and the other intending to stick him with her sword. Something tickled at the back of the Jedi Knight's mind, warning him about Neda's actions.

He slammed his foot into the silver droid, kicking her back giving him enough time to look back.

And see a stream of fire soaring towards him. Instincts kicked in, and Torook produced a shield to block it from incinerating him. Instantly he could feel it pushing against his strength in the Force, but he much preferred not being burned alive.

That however left him vulnerable to the other's attacking, the blue blade stabbing through his abdomen with little resistance. Torook yelled in pain, but his control over the barrier didn't falter. He gritted his teeth and plunged his own lightsaber into the silver droid's chest.

Completely unaware of the enemy's unique traits.

Meanwhile Korr and Varis continued to run, the Master throwing up a shield as they were fired upon. Thankfully they were able to round a corner soon after, allowing Korr to drop the barrier. He was growing exhausted, having to keep the gas from affecting Varis, and constantly having to defend was having a toll on him. They made quick work reaching the hangar, slipping through the entrance only to find the hangar bay doors weren't open.

"What's going on? Why aren't the doors open?" Korr asked the nearest person, another Knight.

"W-we don't know Master, something has gotten into the enclave's systems and sealed the exit."

Korr refrained from cursing, closing his eyes and trying to calm his mind. They needed a plan, and quickly before the enemy could reach the hangar.

"Varis, see to sealing the doors. We cannot allow them to get inside. The padawans must be protected at all costs." The Knight gave him a nod, before rushing back towards the doors that led into the hangar. "While I try and think of a way of getting us out of this."

-x-​

​

Shakka was still screaming for a couple minutes, eventually dying down into sobbing as she curled up on the floor. Every movement, the slightest twitch felt like her entire body was on fire. She was effectively paralyzed in that moment.

"I-I can't master. The pain...it's too much." Vaylin stalked towards the downed Twi'lek, bringing her lightsaber up to deflect the one Dena had thrown towards her. The Zabrak didn't even glance towards the Master's direction, knowing Enyo had it handled with the woman.

Instead she walked up, and crouched down by Shakka.

"Y-you'll still die, Sith." Somehow the Jedi managed to still spit venom in her words. An odd look crossed Vaylin's expression, noting the Twi'lek still managed some measure of spite, despite the pain.

Then Enyo struck the killing on Dena, and Shakka let out a strangled gasp as she felt her master's life ebb away. She went to speak, but Vaylin slammed her fist against the Twi'lek's head, knocking her out.

"We should start rounding up the unconscious ones - get them gathered and ready for transport." Vaylin stood up, looking around at the bodies that littered the ground - both dead and out cold.

[member="Enyo Typhos"]​

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Vaylin"]


Toorok's lightsabre struck true and was plunged into the silver bot's chest, leaving a hole in it. The machine's eyes glowed fiercely and sparks flew. It had been damaged, but maintained its grip on its own lightsabre.


Then it began to reform, closing the hole.


In the same moment, Neda had brought up her bolt pistol and squeezed the trigger, firing at Brave Ser Toorok. She aimed for his back and his head. Each of the gun's bullets travelled at an absurd speed and could crack most forms of personal armour.


The Jedi had a Force shield, but a lightsabre had just put a hole in his stomach. She just needed to hit him enough times for his shield to be overwhelmed. Attempt to deflect a bullet with a sabre would result in him being showered with molten copper. Neda felt a stab of respect for the Jedi since he'd shown battle prowess and bravery. Alas, he was sort of in the way.


When her goons reached the door, they would find that Korr and Varis had sealed it. Taking up position, they prepared det charges, but they did not blow the door yet. Rather, they contacted their boss.


xxx


Enyo picked up the dead Dena's lightsabre and attached it to her belt. It would be a nice trophy. As [member="Amara Zarides"] knew well, the hybrid liked taking trophies. Bit like your typical barbarian chieftain. Looking towards Vaylin, she found that the Sith had taken care of the Twi'lek.


Listening to her words, she nodded. "Round up the captives," she transmitted to her nearby minions. However, then she felt a jolt in her skull when she received the message from the team that had been pursuing Korr and his flock.


"Commander, we've trapped two of the heavyweights and a bunch of Paddies in the hangar. They sealed the door, but Shosh locked the hangar bay. Orders? We're ready to blow," the cyborg reported.


"Give me access to your visual. Replay." Her crimson eyes flashed behind her human irises. For a few seconds, she saw what the minion had seen. The battle with Korr and his two companions was played out before her eyes at a rapid pace. Then she cut the feed.


"Prepare to blow det charges at my command. I'm coming from the other side. Remember, priority is to capture the Paddies, not kill them." Cutting the connection, she looked at Vaylin. "A group of Jedi is trapped in the hangar. They will probably find a way to open the hangar doors. We shall intercept."

 

[Vaylin]

To the Zabrak's credit, he didn't let his mind dwell on the wound, didn't let the pain distract him or fuel if like it would Sith. Instead he focused his efforts on giving the others more time. As he continued to distract the two he was fighting, the better chance the rest had to get away.

Little did he know it was fruitless, with the hangar locked down and more of Enyo's group preparing to breach it. And not to mention the cyborg and Vaylin would soon be there themselves.

Realizing he wasn't going to be able to defeat the silver droid - or really either of them here. Torook, dropped his lightsaber and summoned the Force to blast the droid across the hallway. He grimaced as he felt the lightsaber previously stabbed into him, was torn back out.

All the while though, his shield was steadily diminishing beneath Neda's assault. It began to visually flicker as it weakened, and Torook knew he was done for.

With a calm breath, the Zabrak focused his entire being with the Force. Bringing a sense of peace to his mind, as his shield finally fell and a bolt struck his body.

Meanwhile in the hangar, Master Korr felt a disturbance in the Force. A slight shift in its path as he watched Varis finish sealing the doors, and his own personal history with wars and battles urged the Jedi to change course slightly.

"Do we have any fuel containers? Are any of them still full?" His question went out to anyone who would answer.

"I-yes, we do. At least one of them is mostly at capacity."

"Excellent, Varis! Help this Padawan move the container next to the door. If these Sith want to blow their way through it, we'll make sure the explosion is bigger than they intend." Perhaps, by the Force it might just collapse the entry way over them as they tried to enter.

-x-​

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Vaylin did a similar thing as Enyo, reaching down and plucked the Twi'lek's lightsaber away and clipped it to her belt. Would it be the start of her own collection? Only time would tell, but either way the Zabrak wasn't done with Shakka.

"Ensure she remains alive, I have plans for this one." Vaylin watched as Enyo's minions went about gathering all the captives. She figured the cyborg was going to wait until they had gotten the whole lot, before she decided who she wanted to 'convert'.

Moments passed as she simply stood, eyes moving back and forth as Enyo conversed with the others elsewhere in the building. Vaylin was revelling in the carnage, the sight of bodies both dead and unconscious littering the ground.

It felt good.

Her attention snapped back to Enyo when the cyborg finally spoke up. Vaylin grinned.

"Well then what are we waiting for. Let's not keep our 'friends' waiting."

[member="Enyo Typhos"]​

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Vaylin"]


Gallant Ser Torook succeeded in knocking the silver droid away with his telekinetic blast. Then he fell and was one with the Force. Holding the smoking gun, Neda approached him. Just to be sure he was dead, she fired another bolt into his prone form, blowing his face off. You never knew with Force-users, after all.


"That one's mine," she declared to the bot and bent down to pick up the dead Jedi's lightsabre. It occured to her that at this rate it might be smart to figure out to use the glowstick. Perhaps the boss would show her.


"Get a move on. Prepare the charges. We're gonna blow the door." Charges were set by Lyshk, the Trandoshan demolitions specialist. This meant he had the job to make an entry point. Working quickly, the lizardman set the charges and pulled enough ignition wire far enough so not to get hit.


xxx


Without a further word, Enyo was on the move again. However, she did take the same path her minions had. Instead, she went the other way. Her entry point would be the sealed hangar bay door that the Jedi were having such trouble opening.


She paid no mind to the bodies that littered the enclave. Her minions were busy collecting the wounded and the unconscious. Swiftly, those who fell into either categories were bound and collared. Some got hit with stun bolts or Ssi-Ruuvi paddle beamers to make sure they staid down.


Finally, she had reached her destination. "Open the door enough for us to slip in. Close it behind us," she transmitted to the cyborg playing chaperone for Shoshary. Neda and her crew received a single, silent ping, ordering them to blow the charges. If all went as planned, the Jedi would be caught in a cauldron. Of course, few plans survived first contact. She could improvise - and walk over the cold corpses of those who got in her way.

 

[Vaylin]

The duo moved like a well oiled machine, striding through the enclave's various rooms and hallways as they made their way towards the hangar. Vaylin's eyes lingered around as they moved, watching as Enyo's minions gathered up the unconscious Jedi for later collection.

She was curious about which would end up in the cyborg's 'graces' once their little excursion here was over.

Eventually they found themselves outside of the large building, maneuvering around the rough terrain until they were beneath the hangar doors. There was a bit of a climb up to it, but neither Vaylin or Enyo had issue ascending it.

Once at the top, Enyo gave the Zabrak a curt nod - indicating to get ready. Although Vaylin had an idea.

"You still have any more of those gas grenades?" Her intent was to lob a few of them in as they entered, knock out as many of the Jedi as they could before the fighting began.

Meanwhile instead, the Jedi had managed to move one of the more full fuel containers up to the door. The entire hangar was tense, everyone know that the enemy was just beyond it. Some of the more inexperienced Padawans are huddled to the back, trying to stay far away as possible, while a few Knights were protecting them.

"Get away from the door! If this doesn't work, we need to be ready to fight - do not underestimate them." Master Korr grabbed his lightsaber, not igniting it just yet but his finger was ready to activate it.

A moment passed, the air grew tense until there was a sudden sharp hiss followed by a loud boom.

However it also caught the fuel canister, which delivered a much larger explosion. The Jedi that were a bit too close; underestimating things, were sent flying backwards. But at the same time, the wall above the doorway began to collapse down. Neda and her group would need to move fast if they wanted to get into the hangar before it was completely blocked.

On the other side though, the explosions provided an ample distraction for Enyo and Vaylin to slip in - tossing out a few of the gas grenades as they did so.

[member="Enyo Typhos"]​

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Vaylin"]


Boom. The explosion was a lot bigger than either the Jedi or the Eisenkrieger could have anticipated. The door was blown apart, the wall around and the ceiling above the doorway was torn asunder, collapsing. Columns of smoke filled the corridor, clogging the air.


"Feth. Move!" Neda shouted. It was a testament to how caught off-guard and pissed she was that she broke the code of verbal silence that usually governed interaction between the members of the Cyborg Corps in the field.


As she sprinted, two bright spots vanished on her HUD, indicating that two of her comrades had not made it. C'est la guerre. She dodged and ran as debris came crashing down from above. A large piece slammed into her leg and forced her to the ground with a loud thud. Another crashed against her head.


She cursed violently, pain shooting through her. The mechanical reservoir inside her pumped a stream of adrenaline into her bloodstream. It gave her energy to shake herself out of her daze. As the debris was forced away, she suddenly saw Lyshk standing above her.


"C'mon," the Trandoshan urged her and she took his outstretched, scaly hand. Inside the hangar was chaos. Blowing up the fuel canisters had caused fires to rage. The surviving Eisenkrieger and the liquid metal bot engaged the Jedi. Grabbing a sonic rifle from a dead cyborg, Neda fired a salvoe of sonic shots, accompanied by her comrade lobbing in a concussion grenade set to explode on impact.


On the bright side, the explosion had also provided a good distraction for Enyo and Vaylin to make their entrance. From their position, they lobbed in Enyo's remaining gas grenades. Hers were more advanced than those given to the grunts, for they contained a Taozin nodule that blurred Force senses, making it more difficult for Force-sensitives to see the attack coming or track it.


And so the small balls were hurled into the hangar. Shrapnel tore through the air with blast and heat. Then clouds of yellowish-green gas rose up into the air. Enyo's lightsabre ignited as she made her entrance, her weapon a violet beam of light that flickered with deadly energy. They were running short on time. The moment had come to end this.

 

[Vaylin]

And so the fight was back on, the cyborg and Zabrak made their entrances. Vaylin's red lightsaber flared to life as she zipped forwards, heading towards where the Padawans had been huddled towards. The Knight; Varis was busy shepherding them onto the transports.

"Get onboard, hurry. Find some way of getting those hangar doors open, blow them up if you have to!"

But before Vaylin could reach the Knight and Padawans, she was suddenly intercepted by a green blade - Master Korr's lightsaber.

"You will not harm them, Sith!" She imagined the Kel Dor would've spat if didn't have his mask on.

"Oh, I have no intention of harming them. That'll be done to how resistant they are." Vaylin taunted as they clashed blades, swinging back and forth, the Zabrak attempting to land a blow but the Master was expertly deflecting it. Drained as Korr was, from having to hold back the gas, to the shields and in general use of the Force; he was tired and exhausted. Now with Enyo's grenades added to the mix, the Kel Dor was weakened - but not enough for someone like Vaylin to easily stomp into the ground.

"Then I will not let you take them, to twist them into something evil!" Even with his senses diminished, the Kel Dor was still a master of the blade. Managing to deflect Vaylin's attacks as she tried to push against him. But as the two continued to right, Korr began to notice something - a sense of familiarity in how the fight was unfolding. He had been here before, but the context was entirely different and his opponent was...younger. "Vaylin?"

She used the momentary distraction to kick the Kel Dor away.

"Finally figured it out? Master Korr." Vaylin shifted her pitch, sounding intentionally naive sounding, similar to how she had been nine years ago. Korr had been one of the master's who had helped with her lightsaber training.

"...We thought you had been lost with everyone else; to the Netherworld."

"Oh no, I was never pulled into there. Just abandoned, by you and everyone else I put my trust into."

[member="Enyo Typhos"]​

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Vaylin"]


Once upon a time Enyo had hated the Jedi. Her heart had been full of loathing for what the Silver Jedi inflicted upon her when their warships rained down hellfire upon Korriban City. She'd almost perished - and been rebuilt as a cybernetic monstrosity. It had been her first reconstruction.


But now, things had changed. Enyo was no mystic. She did not believe in destiny, the will of the Force or any sort mythical twaddle. The Force was energy she could harness because she was among the gifted. It was her inner flame, nothing more.


But she realised that this moment of merciless immolation on Korriban had set her on her true path. Her body had been left broken, but her spirit had been perfected. Without experiencing the agony of death and rebirth, she would never have removed the veil from her eyes and broken her chains. In a twisted sort of way, she had cause to be grateful to the Jedi. Suffering had birthed insight. It was only fair that she share it with them.


"Don't let them escape. Disable the transports with ion disruptors and explosives if you must," she transmitted to Neda. The Eisenkrieger were in hot pursuit of the Padawans, chasing them with the fervour of kath hounds. Vaylin was locked in a duel with the last Jedi Master, so Enyo ignored Korr and marched towards the transports, where she could see the Knight shepherding the little ones.


Spotting her march towards the landing ramp, Varis made a snap decision. "Take off without me. The coordinates of the closest Jedi outpost are locked in the navcomputer. Remember, the Force will be with you, always," he spoke to the Padawans, and ignited his lightsabre.


But he was not alone. "I can fight," one Padawan, a young girl, declared. There was fire in her eyes. "You go," she called to her brethren. As Varis launched himself at the cyborg, she followed, whether he wanted it or not.


Three blades joined in scatterings of dazzing light and grating static sounds, and both Jedi realised that they had thrown themselves against a metaphorical wall. Though they came from different sides, Enyo met every one of their strikes without moving her feet any more than necessary.


She remained perfectly centred, toes firmly planted on the ground, with her violet blade never moving a milimetre more than necessary, deflecting their blows even as they came at her from opposite sides and employed divergent fighting styles. Even when they landed a cut here or a slash there, she pressed on, amidst smoke coiling off her armour or metal becoming visible where they'd struck a gap and caused synthetic flesh to roast.


She riposted with brutal strikes and lightning fast stabs that soon put them on the defensive. Despite having fought her way towards the hangar, she showed no signs of tiring and they soon fell back before her hammering blows. It was like fighting a destroyer droid with a lightsabre.

 

[Vaylin]

"You have to understand Vaylin, with everything going on - all the disappearances, we couldn't go searching..." Their lightsabers clashed, back and forth each blow was blocked. As weak as Korr was, he was still more than capable of defending.

"Doesn't just magically wipe away the facts. I was abandoned on Dxun, surrounding by all manner of predators that wanted to kill me." Vaylin slammed her lightsaber against Korr's, forcing him back. "I had to survive, by any means. So my descent as you would no doubt label it, was because of you and those that betrayed me."

She slammed her boot into the Kel Dor's stomach, knocking him to the ground. With a angry yell, Vaylin leaped forwards, lightsaber angled down to impale him.

The Jedi master brought his free hand up, summoning the Force to it in the form of Tutaminis. Her blade pierced into it, sparking and crackling as Korr managed to hold it at bay. Vaylin growled, pushing more strength into it, but the Jedi just brought his other hand up to reinforce.

Meanwhile...

Varis and the Padawan tried their best going against Enyo, both switching back and forth attempting to overwhelm the cyborg. But she was relentless, instantly snapping between them each time they tried to attack.

They were fighting someone who could literally see the next attack coming, without faltering.

Obviously the Padawan had it worst, being the less experienced. So it left Varis to take more of the brunt force, diving in whenever Enyo went in for a particularly hard swing.

He dived in just as the cyborg was about to stab the young Jedi, but Varis stepped in and took the blow. Lightsaber sliding across the left side of his ribs, not enough to cut but the blade had severely burned it.

[member="Enyo Typhos"]​

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Vaylin"]


Time seemed to slow for Aigle. The Sith's blazing purple lightsabre came shooting towards her. It was too fast for her to block or evade. Her end seemed imminent. Then Varis suddenly stepped in between, pushing her away. She heard his cry of pain thunder inside her ears, as the violet beam of plasma kissed his ribs. It was like the stab of an icy knife to the gut. Only now did she realise that he had taken the blow. She shook herself out of her daze, willing her body into motion - and saw that Varis was down on the ground. His leg had been amputated at the knee, and he clutched the cauterised stump with his hand.


The monster stood above him, lightsabre in hand. He had suffered - and it was because of her. "Aigle, go. Save yourself," he called to her, but she did not hear his words. She was too focused on her own guilt and the fire of rage that was being stoked inside her belly.


"Nooo!" she roared loudly and her scream produced a concussive wave that slammed into the abomination. Quickly, she dashed towards her hated enemy. On the way, she pulled Varis' discarded lightsabre towards her with an invisible tug and ignited it. He had trained with her many times in the courtyard, now she would put those skills to good use instead of being a liability.


Wielding both lightsabres, she assaulted the Sith. Lacking the physical strength to overpower her, she tried to use cunning to outmanoeuvre her. Her blades moved in tandem, assaulting the Dark Master with alternating stabs and cuts. It seemed to her the that the monster was on the defensive, even being driven back. But her armour was strong.


Varis' words echoed in her mind. There are metal alloys that can resist a lightsabre blow. If you face an opponent using such armour, aim for the gaps. The joints are always vulnerable. Taking his wisdom to heart, she drove one blade towards the Sith's neck, before launching a slash at her hip joint.


The Dark Master bent her head and blocked savagely with such force that her blade fell out of her hand. The one in her off-hand cut across her enemy's leg, penetrating her armour. The acrid stench of burnt flesh invaded Aigle's nostrils, and she saw metal and circuits. She looked shocked, realising that her enemy was not human, but some sort of mechanical abomination.


Then white-hot pain surged through her when the darksider launched a powerful kick with her undamaged leg. There was a thunderous impact when her foot connected with the Padawan's knee. Aigle was certain something had been broken. She was pushed back, tumbled and fell. When she tried to get up, the Sith launched a strike towards her head.


Instinctively, she moved to block, and realised too late that it had been a feint. For in one fluid motion the darksider switched gears. Her violet blade snaked beneath Aigle's right arm, cutting through the under arm joint. Pain flooded Aigle and she stared down at the stump, which was all that was left of her arm. Her remaining lightsabre cluttered to the ground.

 

[Vaylin]

Varis could do nothing as he watched Aigle lunge towards Enyo with anger and rage. He wanted to warn her, tell her to not rely on such emotions. But the Trandoshan was hissing in pain, feeling the sensation tear across the length of his body as he stared dumbly down at his now decapitated leg.

Well from the knee down anyway, but it was a jarring experience nonetheless.

However, the Knight was determined to not go down like this. Aigle needed him, and all the Padawans that were at risk of being captured or killed.

No. Varis knew he had to act, no matter what.

While Enyo was occupied fighting Aigle, Varis slowly managed to stand up. It was almost impossible, the automatic desire to stand on his missing leg sent him stumbling again and again. But slowly, somehow, the Trandoshan was able to balance on one leg.

As Aigle fell; her arm quickly following, Varis lunged/hopped forwards, intending to slice into the back of Enyo's knees. Only for the blade to be blocked, and Varis almost tumbled from the suddenly impact.

It must've been a sight to behold, seeing a Trandoshan hobbling on one leg still managing to fight with a lightsaber. Then again, his kind were known to be stubborn especially so for Varis. He was a Jedi, and part of a race that were most commonly known as slavers and pirates.

And yet here was one of them, as a Jedi.

He wasn't going to stop defending them.

[member="Enyo Typhos"]​

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Vaylin"]


Enyo respected courage in battle. Though deprived of an arm and hobbling on one leg, her Trandoshan opponent fought on, defending his flock. In that regard, he was a stark contrast to those among his people who were commonly pirates and slavers. She would honour his commitment...by upgrading and indoctrinating him. His valour would be a significant asset to her cause.


The impact of her block almost caused him to tumble, and she gave him no reprieve. A Force Push rippled from her towards him, aiming to take advantage of his momentum and send him falling to the ground. In almost the same moment, she fired her wrist tensor.


It was a vile weapon, for it unleashed a compressed, focused tractor beam. The compression could cause cells to burst or armour to crimple outwards, with the damage being dependent on the duration of the contact. But she did not intend to kill him. No, she would be content with a hole in his stomach.


"Varis!" Aigle shrieked, but the Cerean Padawan was too weak to intervene and help her friend. She lay there on the ground, unable to do anything but watch the scene with an expression of horror and a burning rage inside her belly. She tried to draw upon her power to raise her lightsabre, but though the hilt seemed to levitate into the air, it soon fell back to the ground. "Go ahead and kill me, Sith. Because I'll make you pay, if it's the last thing I do!"


"I am not Sith. And I won't kill you," Enyo spoke icily.

 

[Vaylin]

There was very little Varis could do with only one arm and leg remaining, but he tried all the same. He knew he wasn't going to much in his current state but Force dammit, he wasn't going ot let these attackers get to the Padawans.

Even if it meant his death.

His attack was blocked, the move enough to knock the Trandoshan into a stumble - or a hop depending on how you looked at it. Either way, the Force Push that followed did its job easily, knocking him to the ground.

Varis attempted to move, to swung his lightsaber but the wrist tensor was quicker. He let out a gasp of pain as the shot hit his stomach. There was no getting up from that.

On the other side of things however, the Kel Dor Master managed to disrupt Vaylin's attack by kicking the Zabrak away. The move was enhanced by the Force, sending Vaylin flying back although she was able to flip in the air and land on her feet.

"Playing dirty now are we?"

Vaylin darted towards him, Koss reached out of the Force and grabbed at debris around him. Piece after piece, he threw them towards the Zabrak, but she either dodged it or outright sliced it in two. The Jedi had saved the largest for last, tossing it and forcing Vaylin to leap over it.

It proved to be a mistake.

The Zabrak came soaring down, striking Koss' lightsaber with a heavy blow. He was almost knocked to his knees, but managed to remain standing and block Vaylin's onslaught. Attack after attack, each time the Kel Dor's saber arm was knocked wide. Until it finally opened enough for Vaylin to duck and spun, slashing her lightsaber across his stomach.

Koss grunted in pain, reverberating against his rebreather as she slowly fell to his knees. He looked up, in time to see as the Zabrak brought her lightsaber down towards him for another blow.

And then there was nothing.

The Jedi Masters were dead.

[member="Enyo Typhos"]​

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Vaylin"]


The Jedi Masters were dead. Escape was futile. Perhaps the Padawan Pack could have made a daring escape on their shuttle. However, they saw Koss fall and their spirit was crushed. Thus they hesitated - and were caught in the net. Roughly, the cyborgs began to force them out of their vessel and herd them like chattle.


The appearance of a phrik-armoured Force cyborg did the rest. "Your Masters are dead. You will come with us now - or join them," Enyo ordered coldly. Herded by the cyborg goons, the young initiates were collared, cuffed and, if some proved recalcitrant, stunned.


Varis and Aigle, both too maimed to fight, could only watch helplessly. They were likewise restrained, and two cyborgs picked one up each. Enyo glanced towards Vaylin. Presumably the Zabrak was enjoying her triumph. After all, she'd eclipsed the light a little bit. That hashtag had been trending on Fwitter a while ago.


"We're done here. Let's go." A signal beamed into her skull confirmed that Shoshary and her escort had returned to their ship. Since time was of the essence, the transport would come to them. By now, the local militia would have gotten suspicious about not hearing anything from the enclave, so they would have to make haste.

 

[Vaylin]

Vaylin stood over the now unmoving body of Koss, breathing heavily as she simply revelled in the feeling of besting the Kel Dor Jedi. She had come to wipe the slate clean, eliminated 'old friends' that no longer had any meaning in her life. Only now, there was an additional prize to collect.

Deactivating her lightsaber, the Zabrak looked over in time to see Enyo's gang net the fleeing Padawans and pulling them from the depths of the ship.

She walked over to Enyo, taking note of the damage the cyborg had taken. If there was any lingering doubt in Vaylin's mind, it was now gone with what she was seeing. But the Zabrak said nothing, just nodded her head as she clipped her lightsaber back in its place.

"Nicely done, Enyo."

With the inhabitants of the enclave now thoroughly neutralized, there was no longer any concern they would try and flee. The hangar doors were opened, allowing their transport easier access into the building.

They didn't have the time to be shepherding all of them outside, and then onto the ship. It was most likely that the local militia had finally been clued in that something was wrong with the enclave. And while Vaylin had no doubt they'd be able to fight them off, it was pointless to do so.

"So, how'd you want to do this?" Vaylin asked, walking at Enyo's side as the two moved towards the transport. "Move to a secure location, divvy up the spoils and go our separate ways?"

[member="Enyo Typhos"]​