Friends No More...

[GhostOfProtocol]

Jardo Snow hated Byss. He hated Byss to the end of the galaxy and back. He had learned on Byss, Byss was where each and every single one of his main force powers had been taught. [member="Raien Keth"] had set up here, the force power radiating from the ground here. The force was everwhere on Byss, and everything could be touched by the force.

Slowly Jardo climbed the same rock he had climbed six months ago. The same cliff face he had found his use of the force jump. The same cliff Raien Keth had almost killed him at. He hated being here, he hated the rock he was climbing. It reminded him too much of his days in the One Sith, a group of men... not even men, of monsters he never wanted to cross again.

He climbed up over the edge of the cliff face, eyes looking dead ahead. He was setting off for the hidden store of his old master. Inside were numbers of trinkets, the main being a collection of Sith training sabers. This was almost his first act of sabotage to the One Sith order, his first act against them. Removing a small number of their training blades wasn't a blow they would feel, but it was an acomplishment for Snow.

He eyed the rock lightly, using the force to part the hidden entrance aside.

Then, he entered.

[member="Raien Keth"]

 

[Raien Keth]

Jardo had come looking for him? At his home of all places.

That alone was impressive, Raien had in previous cases of a student falling from the Sith teachings, had to exterminate every living thing they loved, or better yet find creative ways for them to do so themselves to better remind them of why certain paths held more dominance over their destiny. [member="Hana Kae"]

But the armored form of Krayt’s last living or rather dead memories, was beyond chasing around the galaxy to re-educate students, mostly because his time was drawing to a close. Every battle and every wound cost him more of himself that could not be healed, as the armor took the wounds from him, claiming more of his body.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfZ0dbmKRZM
A tribute to the end of the road.​

Force Cold/Fear Aura

The first thing Jardo would notice was the familiar cold and fear emanating from the cave’s entrance, no light present at all, just every subconscious fear he may have or yet to experience beginning to rise to face him, or if not fear then perhaps doubt, or if not doubt then the possible things that he might experience inside, worsening with every step as his mind was assaulted. This simply was to sort the wheat from the chaff.

A mechanical figure detached itself from the wall and began to walk towards him, the first of the biodroids to approach, its black form part man, part machine, part insect. Not a skilled combatant but it carried the face of one of the dead GA troopers reanimated to face a new test, a horrific example of the depths Raien Keth's once proud life and Echani honor code had fallen to.

He was going to have to work for this fight, because Raien’s ego knew few bounds, and the Sith Code demanded it.

[member="Jardo Snow"]
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[GhostOfProtocol]

He didn't like this. He stepped forward, eying the chest where he knew the lightsabers were kept. He bent down in front of it, eying the lock slowly. It was quiet, almost too quiet. He had expected resistance from the droids the moment he entered, not that he couldn't handle the droids of course. The droids would be no issue, none at all.

He felt the cold, swearing to himself under his breath. He had forgotten his master's old trick, and had forgotten how much this was going to cost him. He hated water, he hated swimming. He just imagined it, growling to himself. He had forgotten Keth could manipulate his fears like he had done before. He needed to keep fighting it, prove he was stronger than it.

"Keth" he muttered into the darkness, scrambling for a wall somewhere. The walls were closing in on him, was that possible? "Keth, don't hide behi.." he muttered again, looking around. He heard the droid click from the wall and it was that, that woke him up. "Darth Surtr... Keth. I'm going to ask you to stop hiding behind your fancy powers!" he shouted, nodding.

He felt his lightsaber reach his hand before he knew what he was going to do. He felt the crimson blade shoot from the cold metal handle and he nodded as he looked around. "Keth. Face me, face me like you were always afraid to do" he spat, eyes still flashing around. He finally locked eyes with the droid, using the force to power a swing towards said robot, catching it off guard and beheading it before it had chance to even think about what it was going to do, what it would do.

"Come out, come out wherever you are"

Jardo didn't really care that perhaps it wasn't smart to taunt a Sith. He wanted Keth to show his face, he wanted to look him in the eyes. It had always been Keth's teaching, destroy what you cared about. Jardo cared about this cave because he had learned here, and he hated this place because it linked back to the Sith.

He craved the destruction of it.

[member="Raien Keth"]

 

[Raien Keth]

Forget swimming now, a great tidal wave would begin to try to swallow Jardo’s consciousness whole, every shred of fear was pulled at magnified, even as another biodroid from another wall came at him, in truth leading the apprentice closer, because each droid was programmed to strike a certain time along a path, the rest didn’t activate.

Even now there was echani precision in the design, if such a thing could be possible in the now twisted form of the Sith Spawn commanding them. The very fact Jardo wanted Raien to appear was why he did not, always a test against the resolve and persistance. The former apprentice was prodded, swung at, his mind pulled at, his senses assaulted by the wailing screams of the thousands the betrayer had personally killed, their face, their dreams, their last words would flow into his ears.

He’d wrung the doorbell, did he really know what he’d see inside, perhaps he did now, burning worlds, poisoned families, madness echoed around driving again towards the forefront of his thoughts, demanding he listen to answer their cries, but he could not because he was decades, centuries too late for them.

From somewhere nearby, ~why do you come.~ Was the obvious question, part statement, part question, and the words were not words in his mind, they were impacts, searing hot, attempting to simply fold the man to his knees from the pressure in his head. Like one of his creations [member="Sera Inkari"], he was unable to separate himself from his force use, not anymore, the tricks Jardo saw were simply extensions of himself.

One thing above all else, Surtr hated was interruptions to his work, a holdover from his Echani heritage of movement and rhythm defining a life's purpose.

[member="Jardo Snow"]​

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Keth was trying hard here, using the force to attempt to cripple the mind of his young former apprentice. He felt the sea clash over his body in the cave he was currently in. He felt the strong forces blowing him back while he was moving forward. Jardo felt Keth playing with him, toying with his mind. It was a game, Jardo had to force himself to believe it. It was harder, it was painful to believe it.

~Why do you come~

He dropped to his knee, the voice in his head poking at him. It was a voice he had heard, more than once. He had never heard someone send it with that much power it caused pain. Jardo forced himself forward, using the force, sensing where the next droid was. It was behind him, close though. Slowly Jardo crawled up to his feet, thinking to another tip Mr Solan Charr had accidently taught him. He needed to fight the pain, fight the pain and open his mind to the power of Keth. Then send all the floods back, cause the most pain that Keth could feel.

He grabbed the wall, his fear of confined spaces getting to much. He needed to act now, and he slowly looked towards the door, swinging his lightsaber towards the droid. The power cut the droid clean in half as Jardo fell to his knees again. He forced himself to open his mind. He knew the next time anything tried to touch his mind, the shooter would be bombed with a hundred screams of all the death's Jardo had seen and caused, attacked with the knives made by the minds of those enemies Jardo had fought and almost beaten. Two children, one he had crushed with a box and one a Jedi who Jardo had beheaded. Keth would feel ALL of their pain.

"I came here, not for you Keth" he growled, attempting to fight everything that was going on. "I came here for all of your weapons, everything in this cave that doesn't belong to you. I might just add that armor to the list!"

And then, he allowed his mind to attack.

[member="Raien Keth"]

 

[Raien Keth]

Pain amplified, not just Jardo's but more importantly what Raien had sent himself, his own technique looped VERY VERY CLEVER, came the voice in his head as the terror of his own unborn children slaughtered, fed back to Raien, the loss of so many children over the years, matched with Jardo's own torments, the amplification of the pain literally breaking the stone he was encased in. Once a Vaapad user and a skilled one, a different Echani then, whatever was in the armor was no longer a man, but it recognized the foundation of the technique.

Shattered debris flew off the wall, in shards, pebbles, cutting pain. It was almost as if his brother had advised him how to strike at the betrayer, for Serian might have been proud of Jardo. So few saw the way, to use what was given, or reflect it back in its intensity, Manu was one but he was long dead.

Raien actually came out of the wall, a trap, one that had been broken early. Crushing the first droid on the way like the paper insignificance it was. How many had Jardo faced, it had better be enough, he had better have learned enough!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkq1Knb0aPs​

Crimson deliverance shot his saber through the falling stone, looking to simple trample Jardo underfoot to paste, the darker rakattan rune for justice holding sway over the beam today. There was no separating man from armor, not without the death of the owner, the relic that carried the voices of the one siths founders, their final memories, their spirits lingering shot out at him in the blow, a great swell of Raien’s own past and purpose built within the palm of his hands.

This was the Raien Keth of old, as it was sent, ripping lose stone, debris and cutting death through the darkness, looking to not only hit Jardo but cut, crush and impale him on the far wall. There was no going back now. Keth took a deep Djem so stance, beam angled downward diagonally over his head, blocking his old apprentice’s exit. The armor had healed the broken body, given it one last good war in it, and Jardo would be the next casualty.

[member="Jardo Snow"]​

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Jardo was impressed at his skill, he had forced Keth from his hiding place, and he watched as the stones come flying towards him. Smaller at first, removed by the lightsaber before they did any harm. He used the force to move the larger stones aside, watching the crimson ignite from Keth's blade. He looked down to his own blade, the crimson almost waiting to taste blood.

"You're going to pay for all those senseless murders my old Master" he told Keth, swinging his own lightsaber into the Djem-So form. He swung the blade in his hand, lose grip at first. Slowly he raised the blade up into the Krayt's claw position. Jardo stepped back, starting to walk a circle around the cave. He eyed the power cable across the wall, slicing it as he passed. The room was locked in darkness, the light from the moon in the mouth of the cave and their crimson blades providing the only light in the area.

He stepped forward again, swinging his blade in his grip before placing it back into the Krayt's claw. He stood, eying Keth lightly. He stepped forward once more, feignting a lunge with the blade towards his old master. The shot wasn't made to connect, mearly destact while Jardo brought his left hand around, force lightning crackling from his fingers. Curving, aiming for the head of his old master.

He needed to disable the suit. The suit gave him power, gave him life. Without the suit his master was pointless, a wreck. Jardo wouldn't kill him, Jardo would give his old master oxygen, keep him alive, allow him to stand trial. Even if it meant a trip into republic territory.

"What is the secret to your power?"

 

[Raien Keth]

Pressured focus once more, not an old frail body now, fully one with the armor, strong exacting blocks holding the beam against the swings, position rather than power. Raien did not take the bait of the feint visibly, crushing pinpoint focus behind the eyes, battle sense following the flow of the melee, his stance tensing and relaxing instead as the feint was made, shifting his weight but not his feet for the duelists who knew such things. As the other circled, Darth Surtr sidestepped to deny him exit.

~Let me show you.~

Raien pushed the familiar force shield around into fluidity, its translucent crimson hue holding against the lightening as it impacted the bubble, their cavern, stones falling around them, some stone striking Raien to add wounds to the many, only now wounds that would never heal, consumed, taken.

Sacrificed.

Everything was sacrificed to become the Sith code, and now to become the one Sith, family, students, friends, homeworlds, so many lives, even now his old battle cries, the wounds themselves. That forward pressure increased with every single pushed step forward, lightening arcing off in wild directions. How far would Jardo be willing to go, how much was he willing to lose of himself? He would need to give everything and even then it may not be enough.

Because with a great roar, Raien smashed the force shield in towards him, a firm barrier met shoulder charge. This had been cause of a terrible wound to Keth once upon a time, when he’d lost his legs and arms in one swoop to a wall of a Jedi Guardian. A discharge of energies given, Raien’s return volley of the force did not target Jardo, it targeted the environment around him, using it against him, pulling the roof down, the walls towards him, blood red discharges from his fingertips. Not so easily blocked, falling stone on all sides, a lesson for next time.

When whatever was left stood, attacked, or responded, the Betrayer pulled back to his ready stance once more, same position, saber over his head.

~You will learn, or you will die.~ Even now he was teaching him.

[member="Jardo Snow"]​

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He watched the rock fall around him, a smile on his face. He looked towards Keth, lightsaber above his head as if he was expecting an attack. He cut through one of the slabs next to him, using the force to leviate the scraps in front of him, spinning them lightly. He eyed the slab scraps as they spun, dropping them as he did

"I won't kill you Raien. Even someone like you has a right to stand trial" he told his old master, his lightsaber sliding back into his hilt. He stepped back towards the wall, nodding. He watched, listened as he triggered the droids. Four droids, each one not caring who or what it attacked. Each one bent on killing the two men in the cave,

"Sorry master" he smirked, lightsaber igniting in his hands. He felt the blade slide into the rock under him and he felt the circle of floor give way under him as he spun, digging into the hill under them. He needed a breather, and he stood in his small hole, cutting out towards the cliff face. He continued this until he felt his lightsaber break out of the cliff.

He swung his legs out first, allowing his feet to grip to some of the rock. He reached out, hands grabbing. He used his momentum to swing up the cliff, pulling himself up over the edge. He ignited his lightsaber again, slowly creeping towards the cave.

He was ready.

[member=Raien Keth]

 

[Raien Keth]

Again Jardo used not only the droids but the environment well. Flashes of sabers and swords above, sparking circuits before Jardo vanished from view. Ducking low to circle his beam overhead and cleaving two asunder, Keth vaulted back to pierce one with a reverse thrust, while the final droid swiped, a cutting, sawing hit across his left thigh.

Then silence

On his return, Jardo would not find the Sith Knight anywhere to be seen.

Perhaps doubt might creep up on him, he’d had his moment, had Raien right there for the taking, four droids to help, and now he was gone. He’d failed, how many more lives would that failure cost the galaxy, him?

No matter how hard Jardo searched that cave, how long or how far, he’d not find the Betrayer there, because Raien Keth lived in head games, his life had been one long giant manipulation of the environment to assert control or at least chaos for him to preside over. When you had no home, when you had family, what was your certainty, what did you find that gave you meaning?

This was what gave him much strength, the battle, the conflict, not merely the egoic gestures of sacrifice, what only his son Aizen had seen through before his death, frightening as they might be, acts of brutality were nothing substantial, non of it was.

Jardo may destroy every saber and training droid in there, they were meaningless objects that would be replaced with the deaths of a Jedi temple, a like for like and exchange of goods, and a better memory to found this place upon. Where could Raien have gone? It wouldn’t be until Jardo turned around and walked back, just a step, just one step the wrong way.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wsmUCEzvh3I​

Through darkness and doubt, a saber would come from low to high, aiming to put Jardo’s guard high, a forward step in an acceleration looking to take a hand as it did so, the beam inverted next moving circular around the Betrayer’s body, a shield of burning bright light, intended to block or turn aside a parry. The steps kept coming steadily, Soresu, moving overbearingly on top of him, pushing forward.

How?

Simple.

He’d followed him.

[member="Jardo Snow"]​

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He walked into the cave, lightsaber held high to give some light. He kicked a fallen droid head away, sighing. These droid's were poor, pathetic. He wasn't sure where Keth got them from but he sure knew he wasn't using the supplier he was. He shook his head, parting a second head with a kick. He felt his lightsaber cut through one of the celing wires he hadn't hit, sparks flying down behind him.

"Here Kethy Kethy, where are you"

He reached the final wall, hand tracing the stones. There had to be a secret entrance or something, somewhere Keth had hidden from him. Then it hit him, he shook his head, turning, lightsaber still above him. He was an idiot yet an idiot without time to beat himself up. He felt his former master's blade come down upon his own and he felt them part as Jardo pulled back. He watched, blocking the attacks from the Soresu style that Raien was pushing onto him.

Jardo backed against the wall, lightsaber still blocking the attacks. He needed to make this defence into an offence, catch Raien off guard. How to do that was a different question, you couldn't just fake to a Sith Knight. Jardo brought his lightsaber up, blocking another blow. However, instead of pulling back he allowed the two blades to meet in a saber lock.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8jzDnsjYv9A&index=23&list=PL8QGACksaJLKkNH6Hw4ZjxFl5ydcvNmmR​

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Spoiler

Wait for the corus before continuing, adds just a slight bit more to the feels

"This will kill me Keth, but you of all people should know, I don't fear death. What about you, do you fear it? Do you fear the ending? Do you fear what comes of us once we get killed? Do you fear what happens when one loses the will? When one can't hold on?"

He dropped, allowing his own lightsaber to come up in a parry of the next attack by Keth. He had done this so many times, risked his life so many times. He was acting strong, but he was fearing. He didn't want to do this next move. One wrong placement he was dead. He would die, he would die if this went wrong, and chances said this would go wrong.

He blocked another attack, using the force to pull a fragmentation grenade from his utiliy belt, arming it. He kept it hovering behind Raien as he blocked another attack. This explosion, it would wipe out the cave, it had a chance of wiping out the two men. Raien would need to act fast if he wanted to stop this. This was the end game.

Jardo dropped his lightsaber, the bomb, threw up a force sheild and kicked Keth away at the same time. The bomb would blow, his lightsaber would roll and Keth, Jardo didn't know. All Jardo knew was he was blown back with the blast, hitting the rock behind him, bouncing, rolling across the floor towards the far wall.

Then the world was dark, quiet, peaceful.

[member="Raien Keth"]

 

[Raien Keth]

Split seconds, the melee laid out before him, his battle sense showing small details as they came forward into it, changing the course of things. Raien’s force shield did not stop matter, it never had done. The saber lock was disengaged by disengaging the beam, a spiked headbutt cracked in towards his apprentice, brutality of the gladiator days still with him now, beam still positioned to be inverted, it continued around him, he flowed with it, backfoot coming around and putting the grenade in between them in one single step.

There was a split second for smallest of force pushes at the grenade, his saber still rotating to keep a shield across many of the fragments, and to angle himself sideways on, but the blast between them, the force of that was all too real, and the saber couldn’t shield much of his left arm or shoulder, the same place Kira had given him the shoulder wound felt more of itself lost.

With guttural roar Keth was flung sideways and back, by the sheer proximity of the grenade. The roof caving down, the walls, stone coming between them. Then there was silence. Much like the time Killian had fried him and taken his daughter, there was a smoking sensation coming off his armor. There was no rest, Jardo had come seeking his death. He had yet to learn what that took, the bruises, the bleeding across the shoulder fuelled the certainty and stance, sacrifice of what came next.

He wanted the roof down? Jardo wanted to destroy this cave so badly?

So be it.

Standing atop the rubble, more stone from the cliff was resonated, pulled, shattered and constantly falling in front of him, the fragmented left arm cursed outward with its own sacrifice because much of it would become the armor, the bleeding thigh from the droid adding its pained call, but as for this fallen Sith ahead of him, Jardo may suffer what Raien once suffered, what it was like to be at the bottom of a cave in.

The cliff slowly began to give away entirely, the grenade, the shattering of stone supporting the cavern, every lightening attack on its structure, you might think this had been Raien’s plan all along.

And you’d be right.

[member="Jardo Snow"]​

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He heard stone fall to his left, the shattered remains of what was once the roof. He opened his eyes, rolling onto his side. His force barrier was useless and defending the blow and he was feeling the effects of it. He blinked, pain shooting through his body. He felt like he'd been hit by a train or a van. He rolled onto his back, panting. He heard more roof fall around him and he blinked once more, eyes flicking across. He saw Raien stood, attempting to bring the cave down around him.

Jardo rolled, rolled down the shute he had cut earlier. He heard the remains of the cave fall in as he looked around. He spotted the shine from the floor, reaching for it, his lightsaber had fallen down. He clasped it, the cold metal filling him with a determination. He shook his head, sliding through the tunnel. He saw the light, swinging his legs out of the hole. He wasn't wasting his time with climing this time, he kicked off and used a force aided jump to clear the cliff.

He felt his feet touch the ground, almost stumbling. He was in pain, could bearly stand, but he would keep fightning no matter who it killed. He looked across, looking for Raien Keth, looking for the murderer, the insane. He felt the blade slide from the hilt, the crimson cutting through the rock, scoring the rock. He felt himself limp, limp towards the cave. He felt the wind, the wind coming in from the north.

He felt, he knew. He knew it was time.

[member="Raien Keth"]

 

[Kylraya]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fi3LAs7w5SQ​

“Persistence.” Raien’s voice came through the rubble, the black and dust. Atop the rubble Keth waited for him, no… it wasn’t Keth, Keth had disappeared into his shadows. It was another, a strong looking female, with her head held high. Keth had decided every living member of Jardo snow’s family was worth his time. So Keth’s new apprentice waited for Jardo instead, the wounded form of Jardo her first test. 2 darkside dragon Hssiss’s held in cages nearby were her inspiration, that and the twitching insectoids, the twitching biodroids. All of this defined what Natalya was, as she was linked to all nearby like a pack, willingly or in this case unwillingly, just one more experiment of Keth's.

There was no taunt or more offered from the pack creatures awaiting Jardo. The parasite in Natalya’s neck wriggled around her spinal column, its tail protruding to better direct her force energies. Beside her two huge mansized white edan tigers prowled, claws pulling at stone and rubble, sisters all.

Keth apparently considered Jardo unworthy yet to face him, he thought the man needed more motivation to really give his all. Jardo had inspired Keth. for one final work of art, an art that would take him to Jardo’s home, knowledge he’d taken from his mind in their exchange, but Jardo couldn’t know that, not yet.

What was Natalya then? A distraction to give him time. “My Master will be with you shortly.” She said, predatory eyes following along her hand, then gripping her yellow saber in a low guard in front of her, a basic form of Juyo though it could never be complete or stable as Juyo required knowledge of all forms, which Natalya far from had, what she did have instead is incredible sensitivity to her environment, and there were more creatures with her than met the eye.

Becoming like the animals around her naturally, the acolyte proweled, “I can tell you where he is,” she stated, “but you have to ask.” One white tiger beside her roared protectively, her sisters, all seemingly effected by Byss’s energies and their shared link, ask? Did she really mean that? Or was the parasite controlling her, now directing her words to draw this out.

[member="Jardo Snow"]​

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Spoiler

Dragging my alt [member="Xander Black"] into this to end it. Xander is one of Jardo's friends so yeah.

Jardo spun his lightsaber in his hand, limping to close the distance. He felt the breeze against his skin, biting through the scorch holes in his tattered robes. His red blade came up above his head in the Krayt's eye hold. He shook his head lightly, eyeing the girl with odd interest. He studied her, the form of Juyo she chose to hold. He eyed the tiger next to her, nodding to himself lightly. He felt out with the force, a presence he hadn't felt since he abandoned the Hutt Cartel.

The corner's of Jardo's lips upturned. The small smile forming upon his face. He swung his blade again, the energy powering into his body, flowing into his body. The presence awaking a feeling in him, fuelling him with adrenaline. He started up the rubble, eyes still fixed upon the female. He stood opposite her, holding his lightsaber in front of him, almost willing her to touch the tips or attack first, he wasn't sure.

He waited, waited for either alternative to happen.

[member="Xander Black"]
[member="Natalya Selanne"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He frowned, god forsaken Sith territory. He shook his head, Half Angel Scream Squad on the move past him. The landing shuttles in the clearing powered down, back doors opening. The Scream Squad troops moved out past him, Drego nodding to him before passing. Xander chuckled, pulling the brim of his hat down over his eyes. He had used the comlink tracker to track Jardo half way across the forsaken galaxy. Jardo had left his comlink on for the entire battle, he had heard every single sound from the battle.

Was it perhaps, Jardo knew that Xander would be listening to the comlink? Perhaps he knew his old friend would rally the troops to come and save him. Drego stopped in front of the line of Scream Squad soldiers. He went through the whole "you have been picked because of the skills you possess speech" before he stepped aside, allowing Xander to give the orders to his troops. The main order was to find Jardo and take him into custody due to the bounty on him, Hutt Cartel for you. The secondary order involved finding out why he had come to Byss in the first place, what was here for him to want.

Slowly the troops set off, ready and waiting to fight.

[member="Jardo Snow"]
[member="Natalya Selanne"]

 

[Kylraya]

Biodroids were imperfect creations, they were the work of a dying Sith Lord, who was mixing part technology with Sith alchemy to stay breathing at all. Knight or no, Raien had seem more battles and wars than any one being should see, since [member="Niaana Ren"] ’s death to [member="Mantic Dorn"], and yet more apprentices lost to the lightside or dead to time, lost for purpose, there was a need for a successor worthy of him. A dying need for one.

Natalya was an unwilling host for Raien's parasitic hold, but she would prove deadly if allow to grow. Her command of nature, if twisted could be used to harness terrifying beasts, with no need for technology to twist them, just instinct. What was she? She took her first steps toward Jardo. Outside Xander did not face biodroids or even Raien Keth’s sithspawn giants, they were raien’s dying breed, he faced the new order.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oIeR7uTqEQY​

Natalya’s command, glimpses of the future.​

Darkside Dragons beside her ripped out of their cages, Hssiss were terrifying to the uninitiated, they barreled out of the cave hunting through the dark, leaving from one of the holes of the place which now numbered three, Raien's cave was not quite as secure as it once was! They sort the scream squad, perhaps they’d never faced these killers of man, twisted by the darkside and sith alchemy, regardless they were about to. Worse other creatures lingered, heeding her call, not her call, the Hssiss drawing other creatures from writhing and crawling over Byss. These territorial newcomers were not under Natalya's the acolytes control, far from it, but they sort to taste flesh all the same. Territorial roars brought challengers far and wide, intending to bring the worst Byss had to offer here to fight all who stood in the cave, a clever ploy to bring Armageddon to everyone's door. She truly was Raien's Child.

The parasite around her neck tightened its grip on the primal, Sarratum, echoes awaiting birth for her to take the tile. Cycles, transition. Natalya waited for her calling, still waiting for the other to move, and her tigers, her sisters roared pacing to the side of the intruder, looking for an opening. He still hadn’t attacked, clever, she was completely reactive to external stimuli, and he had given her none, her white tigers seemed to be following suit.

“Leave our domain or face our mothers, our planet's fury.” She stated walking forward closer, territorial dominance over the cave. The look in her eyes primal, hoping to spur action, she had that aspect of her creator Keth, the need to respond, not initiate, but her pack grew restless, as the territorial Hssiss found the others, all that would change as one.

“Primal, Sarratum.” A loose translation that she intend to domain herself over the more primal aspects of the force, beginning now, but she had a long way to go... These words shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be uttered, not again…. too late. Her saber feinted like the other might, attempting to draw an attack, her tigers followed suit, paws almost coming and then not.

If he was smart he’d kill her now, but if he was smarter he'd flee, this place was about to become a writhing mess of sithspawn.​

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[member="Jardo Snow"] | [member="Xander Black"]​

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Spoiler

Didn't forget about this, oops. Also, watching comedy shows while writing this so it might be rambly slightly. Also short because ill, I hate winter. Will right more next time

If Jardo could give advice he knew what he would give. He wouldn't advice attacking a wild tiger. He was going to do it anyway, he needed to draw some attacks, give Xander some time to move in. He watched as the Sith female feinted to the side, Jardo biding his time. He eyed the female, knowing her idea perfectly. He had done it himself many a time, it was the same. He chuckled, not falling for her idea, instead swinging his lightsaber towards the tiger.

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Scream Squad and Xander Black would sprint across the jungle. Byss was a large planet and the troops had plenty of ground to cover. They would come up on the cliff a few minutes later, guns drawn. They just hoped they saw something that wasn't Jardo being mauled to death.

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