Public &nbsp; Ghosts of the Past [ vs. SJE/OPA]

Amilthi Camlenn
Opposition:

Kyrel Ren

Imperial troops started to push against the Jedi standing vigil over the front of the Enclave, Caedyn's lightsaber was a blur as he moved to counter every shot fired his way while also moving to push back against the incoming invaders. Desperation and fear were thick in the air, feelings that swelled and threatened to distract him; However the young Knight of his early twenties held fast to his belief that the Force would continue to guide his sword-hand, his form and movements precise and yet loose, no tension present in his body but the movements and control of one who had practiced the art of flowing water. When the Stormtroopers reached him within striking distance and the tone of combat changed to aggressive melee, Caedyn's feet were light in the dance of conflict. He carried himself in such a way that the troopers strikes missed him by calculated inches, he moving between multiple targets and delivering swift single blows to each of them before stepping away as the imperials fell to the ground at his back. It would have been a graceful scene, had he not been forced to bring harm to others in the Enclaves defense.

In his stance, Caedyn concentrated beyond the powerful thrum of the lightsabers blade, looking beyond the front lines of troops and seeking out one of the possible figureheads responsible for this affair. They, whom might carry a more authoritative presence in the field and whose orders would be feared by the obedient troops doing their bidding. It was an old tactic known by many a warrior, whether Force User or not, but in Caedyn's mind the head of the snake seemed the best place to strike, if not convince to stand down.

Belisarius was not far from his position, though there were troops between them yet. These soldiers moved to rush Caedyn simultaneously, however failed as the young Knight gathered his strength in the force and rather than counter them, the Jedi took flight to the air, leaping over the stormtroopers to bring his lightsaber arcing down directly overhead of their hopeful leader.

Belisarius · Jan 13, 2020

...only senseless death...

The words of the Jedi rippled through his mind. He jerked his head upwards at the sky as if expecting something.

Good. He replied.

And from above a Jedi was coming down to deliver the will of the Light upon him.

He snarled and snapped his arm up at the assailant - a terrible blast of telekinetic power.

Die.

Oros Caedyn Arenais

Mishel Kryze · Jan 13, 2020

Stormtroopers led by FN-3156 were but a faint whisper in the halls while Mežsrožu found herself across from a Jedi who did not strike first. A rather refreshing change of pace the Ren had to admit. The thrum of the Ren's lightsaber could be heard like a vibrato within the halls of an auditorium it sang a song of death and darkness. Its blood-red light reflected across the floor just as boots pressed forward, "it is refreshing to find a Jedi who does not strike first, I will admit." Her voice was crisp, cool like the knife of a sharp wind through a frail coat. "By now I suspect you understand what is happening."

The sounds of battle the imminent dangers of the dark side that now poisoned the light around it. It would have been easy to push or throw the woman across the floor, but Mežsrožu felt it a disservice and rather discourteous, "ready your blade Jedi." She motioned for the woman to arm herself. Utilizing the Force Mežsrožu only ensured that they would have the privacy of a fight within these halls. A quick movement of telekinetics was all that was needed. "There, it is now only you and me."

Mežsrožu readied her blade.

Amilthi Camlenn

Kyrel Ren · Jan 13, 2020

Location: Inside the Enclave
Engaging:

Wyatt Morga

Kyrel slowly emerged through the opening to see a Jedi Master before him, a man that stood alone against the Master of the Knights of Ren, and that of the Crimson Stormtroopers that stood behind him. The dark armored warrior stood before, the single crossguard blade activated, illuminating the room with both crimson, and azure light. In a glow that showed the Light and Dark Sides. The man was dressed in simple robes much to the contrast of Kyrel's dark armor, always ready for violence. The Ren was puzzled as he looked to the man briefly. The Stormtroopers raising their blaster rifles as if to take aim at the Jedi, but Kyrel stopped it shortly raising a gloved hand upwards. In one swift motion they stopped, the soldiers of his remnant swiftly disciplined to not get in between their Master and prey.

He slowly stepped forward, the man greeting himself as Wyatt Morga, Kyrel gave nothing but silence, as he looked upon his foe. Eager to slaughter and destroy everyone, and everything around him. As was his specialty. He slowly raised the staff in his hand, and prepared to make the first move, the first stike as he finally spoke, his troopers standing back, not moving to advance any further without the leader of the group, instead waiting outside, explosions, blaster fire, and alarms ringing all about. "I am your death Jedi... I am Kyrel Ren, and that knowledge you have does not belong to you!"

He said taking a step forth with arms raised on his blade, he landed a heavy slash downwards, his might and momentum crashing into Wyatt's blade, forming a lock, as the blades sparked with light. Moving forward, pressing himself against that of his foe, the armor he had, and his strength in the dark side attempted to knock forward the Jedi before him. Breaking off the lock to make a horizontal strike for his head, with both arms, attributed to the power of his swing in the first opening attack, using might and brute skills to surprise his foe with ease.

Wyatt Morga · Jan 13, 2020

Location: Inside the Enclave
Engaging:

Kyrel Ren

Wyatt only had a moment to respond, but as his blade met with the downward strike, he could feel the sparks of their lightsabers rush - the containment fields of both seeming to falter and sputter with the pressure they put on one another. It was only then that he received the harsh push against him, and Wyatt could feel his weight begin to give out -

But the Force had other plans. It worked through him, made his movements his own, and as Wyatt slowly became more intuned with the nature of it - he could sense the strike about to come. With a clenched jaw, Wyatt used the force to narrowly ducked horizontal strike - but at the cost of a few hairs. He couldn’t help but think that a second later would have seen him killed in only a matter of seconds in a duel with a Ren.

Yet, as he bent backwards, his free hand sent out a telekinetic shock at the knee - hoping to do much the same to Kyrel; ruin his balance or shatter the limb - whichever would be required. Were he able, Wyatt did not want to have to kill the man, despite the disgusting darkness that emanated off him like a metaphysical ichor; threatening to choke out the Light with every heartbeat.

With a twist, his blade followed up - and he offered his own heavy strike back; embodied by the Force, personifying it, he brought a heavy upwards swing of his lightsaber back. He wanted to test the strength of the man before him, see just how capable he was for his own sake. If Wyatt could only see his limits, he could see how to counter him.

But for now, he needed time.

Griet van Vliet · Jan 13, 2020

Location: Wrils
Allies: OPA
Enemies:

Justicar Ascenda
Equipment: In signature

Griet could sense the target of interest has refrained from further advances, but at the same time, she could not fire at that person again from the same direction. Then again, that's all she assumed about what the enemy knew. However, changing the angle of fire meant closing in on the target somehow. Yet, with the talk of protecting the innocent, she knew that engaging the people responsible for this state of affairs was not the end of the story. Why is it that dark-siders always desire to engage Jedi at point-blank? Sure it doesn't always make sense to fight at range, but it doesn't always make sense to fight at point-blank either! she thought, while using the jetpack to move around the city, swerving at high speed (well, as fast as it was feasible in a jetpack) from a city block to another so as to aim, and, from there, fire at that person from another angle, in flank even, but still at some range.

Caedyn Arenais · Jan 13, 2020

Location: The Jedi Enclave of Svivren.
Inventory: Caedyn's Jedi Armor, Lightsaber & Bo Staff.
Allies:

Amilthi Camlenn
Opposition:

Kyrel Ren

The blast unleashed from

Belisarius stuck Caedyn dead center and with a wall of kinetic force it halted his momentum and instead threw him to the ground, forced to roll several times over before coming to a halt, his free hand scratching at the dirt in order to try to regain his footing. Caedyn winced against the physical loss of breath that his opponent had knocked out of him, both in the connection and the Jedi Knight's less than graceful landing. Stormtroopers spread out around the pair of them, though none of them opened fire on the Jedi for their leader had yet to give the order. Some of them continued towards the Jedi Enclave while others ensured that Therran had back-up if he needed it.

Keeping his eyes locked upon his foe, Caedyn rose back to his feet, his lightsaber still in hand and blade ready this time for whatever might come his way; unlike before where he had committed himself to the aerial attack and suffered for it. "This is a place of peace and learning..." Caedyn called to Therran, the younger male's frustration and heartache for the life that was being threatened around them, aired in his voice as he hoped to deter their leader; "There's nothing to be found here but violence and death if you don't withdraw..." his shoulders rose and fell with every breath, every word seemingly requiring an effort as he'd already had to force his way through several other opponents in order to reach Therran. Only now in the brief verbal exchange did he find time to catch his breath.

"Turn your people back...-Leave Svivren while you still can. This world's under the protection of the Outer Planets Alliance and the Council of the Living Force".

Belisarius · Jan 14, 2020

With a jerk of his head, Therran ordered the stormtrooper major to diverge and seek other and further entry into the Enclave. Their orders were clear - seek and destroy. The Jedi - he would personally deal with.

"You will find no peace, Jedi." Graush stated coldly. "The Eclipse is nigh for He comes. Him who eats time."

The King in Yellow.

"Rejoice, death is not the end."

And with an abrupt wave of his hand hundreds of different pieces from the fallen section of the hangar roof from behind were headed to decapitate and bury the valiant Jedi with terminal velocity.

Rejoice.

Caedyn Arenais

Amilthi Camlenn · Jan 14, 2020

Location: Svivren Jedi Enclave, Dormitories
Attire: Black Jedi Robes
Equipment: Lightsaber
Encounter: Mishel Kryze

The woman telekinetically arranged the rabble and debris from the remains of the door into a barrier at the end of the corridor to endure that her soldiers wouldn't follow her. A curious decision, hardly born of a desire to take care of her men and protect them. Amilthi, meanwhile, removed her coat from her shoulders with her free hand and slipped out of it. The comparatively narrow confines of the corridor were not ideal - but it would do.

Amilthi observed a wild concoction of feelings within herself. Indignation, anger, depression and heart-wrenching pity all mixed into one. There was even a tinge of fear somewhere. She felt a curious heaviness in her body when she raised her sword arm above her head, and she stood every so slightly bent forward as if exhausted, her head bent slightly downward.

And yet none of all of this touched her or concerned her. She took it as it was, with perfect equanimity, resting tranquilly in the eye of the storm. The humming sound of her opponent's lightsaber grew distant. Distant, too, was the beating of her own heart which she noticed accelerating. Distant, the feeling of the leather and cold metal of her lightsaber in her hand. Time was slowing down and the field of her attention was widening, it was more and more as if she was aware of everything that was happening around her, in rapid succession, and could react to it at leisure and without effort. It barely felt like there was any self whose doing it was when her finger pressed a button on her lightsaber to call its teal-coloured blade to life, held there, almost horizontal and angled slightly backwards above her head in one hand, the other limply hanging to her side.

"It's the last strike that counts", she said darkly. She barely raised her head when her cool, blue eyes sought out the other woman's.

Aaran Tafo · Jan 14, 2020

Location : Svivren Jedi Enclave
Objective : Stall the Supercommandos and defeat James Cerensp

He was thankful for the gloating. The taunting. It gave Aaran a few seconds to gauge his situation and surroundings. To an initial onlooker. The odds seemed skewed heavily against the young Padawan. He was outnumbered and his opponents had their weapons trained on him. But to one who took a moment to calm themselves and focus. They would see that the scales were not as tipped as heavily in their favour as the First Order would believe.

The first and most simple thing was the size of the room they found themselves in. Had the Agent's ambush gone through, he would have most certainly had the upper hand. The wide open space of the entrance hall was rife with pillars and cover. It would be a simple manner for the Commandos to gun down many an unsuspecting Jedi.

But here, in this more cramped room that Aaran had dived into. Their numbers meant little. They did not have the space to encircle him and attack from all angles. Nor did they have enough cover of their own to block the reflected bolts. In such close environs. The tight, effcient and precise movements of Soresu would serve the Padawan well. For every three blaster bolts he reflected. One man fell. "Zero by twenty five is still zero." He said, his voice chillingly calm as he deflected several bolts back at the commandos. His body reacting to the pull of the Force, never acting on its own initiative as he began to dance and swerve through the blasterfire.

These men had made their choice. It was a tragedy to have to kill many of them. But it was either stop them here or allow further tragedy to occur in the future. And with James' decision to destroy the console that controlled the door leading into the entrance hall. Sealing Aaran inside, they had only two options. Defeat the Padawan and blow open the door. Or retreat. Which was more compared to Aaran's single option. Victory or death.

Letting his mind open to the unfamilar presence of

Oros . He allowed the elder Master to draw the knowledge he learned from his mind. Not conveying what he knew through words, as those would only serve to distract the Padawan from his battle trance. But instead through simple images and emotional flashes. It would be enough to let the coordinator of the Jedi defense understand Aaran's current situation.

Striding forward, his saber flashing around him as protective wall of light. Aaran allowed himself to be drawn into the melee. Using the bodies of the commandos who approached him as further cover. Their opportunities to fire upon the Jedi would be limited due to the risk of hitting their own comrades.

And once the clash of blade against staff began. Aaran could finally bring his full strength to bear against the invaders of this sanctum. And Aaran was no fan of simple brute force. It was in melee combat that the youth's true cunning shined. He used minimal effort for maximum effect. A single deflecting slash was enough to knock James' staff off-course and away from striking Aaran directly. The contact between the two fighers alone was enough to inform the Agent that the Padawan's sheer physical strength alone was almost monstrous for a human. As he did so, one of the commandos felt a sharp tug on their breastplate, as if an invisible hand yanked them forward. Not enough to knock them off their feet. But enough to unbalance them and send them stumbling into the path of the errant electrostaff.

And while it took roughly five seconds of contact to stop the heart of an adult human. The astray staff smashing into the commandos chest was enough to shock the man, sending him stumbling backwards. As for his comrade? A desperate stab towards Aaran's chest was easily sidestepped. And with a flick of the Padawan's wrist. The smell of burning flesh permeated the air as the commando's head was seperated from his shoulders.

"My offer remains open." He said, his voice placid, conversational. As if he was dicussing the weather and not fighting a battle for his life against a crack squad of commandos. His head turned look the lead agent in the eye. And the intent was clear. Defeating this Jedi would not be as simple or dismissive a feat as James had initially thought.

Ivan Stadd · Jan 14, 2020

Location : Svivren Jedi Enclave
Objective : Defeat the Jedi
Fighting :

Aaran Tafo

As James moved forward to strike at the Jedi , the Jedi deflected his bolts back into 3 of his men who protected by their Armor made out of phrik were simply knocked down. However as he attack the Jedi with his Staff the Jedi's was able to knock him off course resulting in the deaths of 2 of his men. The Operative was surprised as the Jedi seemed to be way more stronger then previous Jedi that James had fought and yet now 2 of his men lay dead. Already from what James could tell this Battle would be hard to win. But James had an advantage , the fact that he had two blades.

"Stand Back men. I'll deal with this Jedi myself" James said unwilling to see more of his men die at the hands of the Jedi. James then slowly backed off from the Jedi soon taking out his Cortosis Blade and then preparing to attack his Electrostaff in his right hand , his Cortosis Blade on the other. Then James made his move , he lunged at the Jedi once more striking at the Jedi with James's Electrostaff clashing with the Jedi's Hand. However quickly James made his move and with his other hand slashed towards the Jedi intending to wound him and to force him back. This would be a long Battle James thought but one he would eventually win.

Caedyn Arenais · Jan 14, 2020

Location: The Jedi Enclave of Svivren.
Inventory: Caedyn's Jedi Armor, Lightsaber & Bo Staff.
Allies:

Amilthi Camlenn
Opposition:

Kyrel Ren

"You will find no peace, Jedi. The Eclipse is nigh for He comes.
Him who eats time. Rejoice, death is not the end."

Whoever this man was that

Belisarius was talking about, Caedyn had no idea. His mind raced over several questions, the first of them being the possibility that this was just the first of attacks, others still yet to come. The Dark Side of the Force surged around the leader of the imperial forces, Caedyn bracing himself as Therran raised the debris from around him and soon launched it back at the younger Steward.

Forced to defend himself, Caedyn's left hand rose out in-front of him, fingers outstretched as he summoned all his strength and concentration into projecting a wall of kinetic energy before him, held in status and blocking the larger shrapnel that had fallen from the Hanger they had come crashing down through. Against the power of an experienced Master of the Force however, Caedyn wasn't able to withstand it all and while the debris didn't connect with him, the sheer force of Therran's push cast him back several paces, forced to drop his guard as he leaned forward, trying to cling to anything in order to stop himself from being thrown from his feet.

"Tell me his name!?" Caedyn challenged Therran, "This man whose so mighty". If he had an idea of what they were to expect then perhaps the Outer Planets Alliance could help the Jedi in deciphering what possible provocation there was for this merciless attack. Caedyn's Lightsaber rose, his feet shifting to a readied stance where his blade faced sideways before him, his left hand free and his right clutching the hilt. Adopting the art of Center of Being, Caedyn tried to make the most of every moment of peace he could find in order to keep his mind and body attuned to the Force that flowed so strongly throughout the Enclave grounds. His opponent was superior to his own skill and ability, he needed every ounce of focus that he could gather in order to overcome this fight and walk away from it in one piece.

Justicar Ascenda · Jan 14, 2020

Location: Wrils, Capital City
Aligned: Therran Graush | James Cerensp | Mishel Kryze | Kyrel Ren
Engaging:

Griet van Vliet
Opposed: Caedyn Arenais | Aaran Tafo | Amilthi Camlenn | Svivren Jedi Enclave

The armored figure stood still as a breeze stirred by the conflagration in the city swept passed. For a soldier confronted by a sniper this would be certain death. Even an ordinary Mandalorian would not invite being shot in the head whether or not the foe used armor piercing ammunition. As the person that sought to hunt the Justicar had discovered, however, she was not just a Mandalorian. Some might even shun associating with her, but Ascenda could not help how she'd been born and later what powers she'd been forced to learn.

With a flourish of the short cape, the Justicar swept one arm back as she pivoted away from the shot. A crackle of lightning raced between her fingers and the bolt for the fraction of a second they were within range of one another.

Adaptation. Good. The enemy was intelligent.

Her feet left the ground and shot her body down the path that led toward the sniper's new location. A sharp thwip-sound followed as a hook shot up and slammed into a nearby building. The cable reeled in as the Force-trained woman leaped high, caught the cord, and then leaped up to the rooftop. The enemy was either not alone, or they had some means of mobility; they had changed position with great speed. From here perhaps the means would be made clear shortly.

Not interested in standing around as the enemy relocated and this process continued endlessly, however, their dark foe set off toward their last known position from hopefully equal height. Few obstructions might help monitor for their movements, or find their allies that loitered in the shadows of the city. A blaster was drawn into her hand eager to return a volley at those that defied justice.

Belisarius · Jan 15, 2020

"This man whose so mighty"

The battering objects flying at the Jedi ceased.

Therran stood motionlessly, could've easily been mistaken for a standing statue amidst all the chaos. A chaos in which he not only persevered but excelled. Through chaos to order, He had said.

He looked up in the sky, seemingly lost to a plague of madness.

"...strange is the night where the black stars rise and strange moons circle the skies..." whether it was Therran talking or not remained a mystery.

Abruptly his hooded head snapped back at the Jedi. Anger rushed through his veins and he blamed the young man before him for tearing him away from There where He reigned.

"Lay aside your mask of self-deception, Jedi..." Graush said. "and bow to the KING IN YELLOW."

A clenching of his right fist and the Jedi would feel the sudden challenge in breathing as his airways seemed blocked.

Caedyn Arenais

Aaran Tafo · Jan 15, 2020

Location: Jedi Enclave
Objective: Defeat James Cerensp

He was getting too hasty. Too arrogant. To engrossed in his battle trance to see the mistake he made before it was too late.

So confident he was. That when Aaran saw his opponent decide to dabble in a bit of dual-wielding. The Padawan decided to forgoe his calculated defense in the favour of reckless offense. It was his first mistake. The mistake of an overeager child. Deciding to capitalize on the awkwardness of holding a weapon the length of a staff in a single hand. Aaran's blade lashed outwards, extending past his circle of shelter. He struck at the electrostaff with his considerable strength. Using his superior leverage in an attempt to simply knock the staff out of the agent's grasp with brute force.

It was in that moment, the Agent's blade hit its mark. Carving through the Padawan's armour. Leaving a nasty gash on his non-dominant arm. It was only due to the Padawan's prenatural reflexes that no major arteries were cut. Letting out a hiss of pain. Aaran stepped back, using his superior footwork to move out of the Agent's immidiate range as he narrowed his eyes at his opponent. Now seeing the Commando in a new light.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips. "Apologies. It seems I am also guilty of underestimating my opponent." He said, nodding once towards James as a sign of respect. Seeing the servant of the First Order now as a warrior as opposed to a simple obstacle.

His wounded arm folding behind his back. Aaran lifted his blade in the traditional Makashi salute. A sign of respect between lightsaber duelists in the past. But now it was the Padawan acknowledging the Agent as his equal in this fight. Quite possibly more respect than the other lightsaber duelists he served treated him with.

"If you fall, I will not persue your men if they choose to retreat." He said, a final show of civility towards his opponent before his eyes hardened and his saber dipped into the ready position. Waiting for the Agent to make the next move.

Caedyn Arenais · Jan 15, 2020

Location: The Jedi Enclave of Svivren.
Inventory: Caedyn's Jedi Armor, Lightsaber & Bo Staff.
Allies:

Amilthi Camlenn
Opposition: