Dominion Heart of Darkness- Republic Dominion of Byss

[Hoid Hallafax]

Darth Xul​

Republic Objective: Defeat the Sith Acolytes and stop the ritual

1. Capture Darth Xul alive if possible
2. Secure finished or unfinished "Heart of Palpatine"

She realized what she'd done a split second after she'd thrown her lightsaber after the man she once called 'Love' and cursed under her breath. The blade impaled the man on the Kyber and for a moment she was more concerned with with the man than she was for the krystal or her goals. She didn't have much time to reflect though as the starfighter sized crystal didn't like being cut so brutally. The half bled crystal shuddered once, twice, and released the the Dark Side energy that had been slowly building, pushing the progress of the sith completely to zero. It also blew some of the material and slaves away, the Dark Side reducing the emaciated and near life less stock to ash.

Xul and her acolytes were blown away, most of them smart enough to defend themselves with Force barriers or other similar techniques. Even with the barrier though Xul had been blown several meters back. A piercing dark light shot from the ritual into the sky, splitting the dark clouds and clearing the skies. With the dust still settling Xul struggled to her feet panting. Her skin was blotched with soot, ash, and the dust of the aging citadel but her armor was only singed. When she heard that stupid voice she groaned and stood fully, gripping her arm. The blast hadn't hurt her, but the force had sent her flying and she'd landed wrong on her arm. She could feel the fracture in her forearm. It wouldn't keep her from fighting, but it still hurt. Good. The better to kill him with. Eyeing a lightsaber on the ground she flicked her wrist and called the blade to her good hand and ignited the red blade.

"Get back to the ritual!!!!" she shouted, using the Force to amplify her voice. "Start over! We WILL succeed here today!" Groans all around told her that she still had enough acolytes to create the Heart, even if the kyber was damaged. Nothing would stop her today, not even a stupid junker who couldn't even touch the Force.

Still in pain she made her way towards the voice as the acolytes shuffled around her to begin the ritual once again.

"I told you to make it quick," she said once she'd found the singed and burned junker. "Or I'd kill you." She paused and It seems you took the later option." Her voice was tired, and sounded a little sad. And she was. She'd rather his soul had died in pain, immortalized in the Heart and fueling her ambition for the rest of her life. It would have been satisfying that the man she hated most in the Galaxy would spend an eternity in pain with that pain furthering her ambition. Alas, it seemed as if he was simply to die here, stuck down by a lightsaber. She gripped the hilt tightly in anticipation, waiting for him to say something stupid, one last time. The blade hummed as if anticipating something.

Jerec Asyr The Monster Oathbreaker's Theatre Alana Sunrider

 

[Alana Sunrider]

Alana started as her comrade placed an arm on her shoulder, but she just nodded, until he kept going and described the plan. She stepped off the side of the path into the marsh, feeling her weight sink her down to her knees. The cold mud soaked through and chilled her skin, but she ignored it. Gave her a better angle at the problem. He was right. That was a Sith ahead of them. Powerful enough, as far as all things were concerned. Enough so it would definitely take her longer to defeat than they had. But leaving a soldier alone against a Sith? That wasn't right. It was everything she had been taught the Jedi stood for.

But, he was right. There wasn't time. She was about to nod when the Force... shivered. She froze in shock as the tidal wave rippled through the Force. Something had changed. The ritual had stopped. She could sense the clearing of the Force as its dark energies dissipated. It was just for a moment to start, but it was enough that when it returned, it was significantly weakened. The tightness in her lungs eased. "Something's changed. The ritual has been disrupted somehow. We have a little more time."

She paused and pulled a wrapped bundle from inside her coat and held it out to him. "He'll notice me coming regardless of what happens. Take this. It's part of a warsword from an ancient Jedi-Sith war. It'll stop his lightsaber. Hang back. I'll get his attention. Hopefully, it'll be enough of a distraction for you to get through his guard."

Alana slipped a rebreather into her mouth, nodded, and then slipped under the murky water of the marsh. It stung against her eyes and mouth, and she could feel the shallow mud underneath her dragging at her. She swam carefully, with small controlled strokes, but made no attempt to hide her signature in the Force. If anything, she amplified it enough to be noticeable in the vicinity, especially once she climbed up behind the lone figure guarding the pathway.

Her lightsaber sizzled to life in her hands, illuminating her form in silver light. "Take me to the ritual."





Republic Muse The Monster

 

[Josiah Miller]

Location : Byss
Objective : Seize the Frozen Hand and a few other Battlecruiers for the Directorate
Tag : Republic Muse

Spoiler: Forces

• 3 Donnager-Class Star Destroyers
• 3 Tie/D Automated Starfighter Squadrons
• 5 Tie Avenger Squadrons
• 1 Tie Phantom Squadron
• 15/18 Boarding Craft
• 24 Directorate Supercommandos
• 66 Directorate Stormtroopers

As the Directorate Boarding Crafts got closer to the Frozen Hand , enemy fighter moves into position to intercept zeroing in towards the Boarding Craft and their escorts. Josiah then sent a transmission to all Fighter Squadrons to take out the enemy fighters sent to destroy them and give them an opening to land.

Soon 9 Fighter Squadrons would line up with the Boarding Craft and would move forth to engage the enemy Fighters with the Boarding Craft and their escorts being able to punch through the enemies fighter attack while only losing 2 Boarding Craft. However as they approached the enemy Battlecruier the Point Defense Cannons opened fire however just as planned the remaining Automated Fighters launched suicide attacks destroying enough point defense cannons to allow the boarding pods to land on the battlecruiser a few hundred meters from the Command Tower.

As enemy Stormtroopers assembled at the point where the Boarding Craft had landed aiming for the boarding Craft and awaiting for it to open. Soon the doors would open but no trooper would come out just yet only a trio of flash grenades in temporarily blinded the enemy stormtroopers allowing the Boarding Party to open fire rapidly on the disoriented troopers and take out most of the enemy troops sent to confront them beginning their push towards the bridge.

 

[Elisea Apollodor]

Elisea did what she could to keep the people at ease. Although she had little idea of the ongoings beyond the bunker, she and a select few kept watch. Chaos seemed to engulf the Sith-Imperials as rituals were disrupted and the Republic arrived in force. "It'll be alright," she would reassure the people there other civilians such as herself. When asked why she was in charge she simply reminded them of her service in the Great Galactic War. What she did not say was that she had participated as a counselor. Helping to heal the wounds that could not be seen. ​

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"Stay here," she ordered a member of the watch, "I'll have a look."​

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Elisea carefully stepped out of the bunker. She drew a cloak over her head and wrapped a shawl around her shoulders. The sounds of combat were not too far away but the sight of Republic's military brought some manner of relief to her. The sight of Sith warriors kept her from gaining too much hope, and thus she decided to keep her ruse, for now at least. ​

 

[Jerec Asyr]

The ritual was kind of a crater, but it looked like the crystal was mostly in one piece and a good few Sith had survived. Jerec tried to get up. Between the busted cuffs, the ysalamiri blood, the saber impalement through his right lung, the crystal shard cuts, and the general toastedness of his person, getting up did not work at all.

"You mean 'any last words,' Toonie?" His voice came out as basically nothing. He flopped back in the scorched dirt and looked at the sky. The last flickers of the energy release beacon pillar thing shot up among the clouds and disappeared. Maybe he'd bought time, maybe not. Decent chance nobody would ever know he was here, in the end, but at least he'd had the chance to say he was sorry about Tatooine.

"Yeah, I've got last words."

He didn't. Not until, far away and in the corner of his eye, barely visible through the compound, a blue lightsaber snap-hissed to life. Jerec pointed, which hurt.

"Jedi."

Republic Muse

 

[Dorian Sevanar]

Location : Byss (On board the Devastator)
Objective : Execute Order 66 and take over the enemy Battlecruiser
Tags : Republic Muse

The Battle over Byss was in full swing. A Republic Armada had jumped out of hyperspace to interrupt Geradius Nox’s Endgame just as Versili had expected. Already Josiah Miller and his men had boarded his Flagship and what the Lord Admiral did not know was that the Directorate had infiltrated the Frozen Hand with platoons of Stromtroopers within the ranks of the Frozen Hand secretly loyal to Versili given their prior allegiance to Adam’s own Splinter Group before it joined the Frozen Hand. Stationed on the Main Capital ships of the Frozen Hand these forces were ready to begin a mutiny and take over these vessels for the Directorate. An Operation that would completely turn the tide in the favor of the Republic but Nevertheless allow the Directorate to expand its own Naval Arsenal.

As the Directorate Infiltrators moved into positions heading for the bridge and other vital areas of the Frozen Hand Battlecruisers ,Adam Versili have the order to begin the mutiny and to seize control of the Frozen Hand Battlecruisers. Soon hundreds of Stormtroopers would turn on their Frozen Hand fellows beginning a Large scale mutiny on every single Battlecruiser of the Frozen Hand Fleet. Months of preparation and planning had led to this and as battles raged within the Preators , Adam Versili watched through holograms as his troops progressed throughout the hallways of the enemy ships. With his entire vessel loyal to him Versili had no doubts as he knew that even Nox could not stop this.

For the Admiral this Frozen Hand was a lost cause since the start and Nox was nothing but a failed commander who was desperate in staying alive after failing the Sith building up his power just to prolong the inevitable. However Adam Versili had to give him some credit as he had given the Directorate an opportunity to expand even further as they continued their massive military buildup in the Unknown Regions. Once the dust would settle the Frozen Hand would be no more but the Directorate would still stand serving as the last hope of restoring order and bringing back prosperity to the Core Worlds.

The Lord Admiral thought he could succeed that he could triumph over his many enemies in one single blow. Unfortunately he would be proven wrong not by the Republic but from within , today the Frozen Hand would fall and the Directorate would grow even stronger and become a foe more lethal then those the Republic had faced in the past.

As the Mutinies continued , Versili headed for his private quarters awaiting news from Josiah Miller and his Directorate Infiltrators. This would be a big day for the Directorate and a day long remembered for all.

 

[Hoid Hallafax]

Lord Geradius Nox
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Byss - The Frozen Hand
Republic Objective: Defeat Lord Nox and his Fleet

1. Capture him alive if possible​
2. Secure "The Frozen Hand" ​

"Sir, there are ships that are reporting mutinies and it appeares a few of the boarding pods made it onto the hull near the engine block." Said a ensign. Glancing at the monitor Nox shrugged. It was unfortunately true. The Directorate corparate ships were indeed fighting among themselves. Probably due to the fact that Directorate itself had recently had all of its assets frozen in both Republic and Imperium Space leaving their mercenary fleet with nothing but promises of credits. The FROZEN HAND however was still functional and under a steady stream of fire and thus the only Lord Admiral of the Frozen Hand, Lord Geradius Nox huffed.

"The Directorate who thought us fools are of no consequence to us. Let the mercenaries fight over their own scraps. The Sith will deal with the Republic boarders. We have a battle to fight."

Adam Versili Josiah Miller

Syn Bright
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Byss - Just Outside Moridin's Citadel - Marshland
Republic Objective: Kill or Capture Syn Bright

1. Turn Syn back to the Light​
2. Capture him to be brought to Justice by the Jedi Order​

The Force shuddered and the Darkness that had been hanging over Byss seemed to clear. The ritual, something must have happened. He cursed himself for letting the Squid-faced self proclaimed Sith Battlemaster guard anything by himself. A moment later a pillar of darkness pierced the skies, solidifying his fears. Had the Jedi already gotten past? No, he would have sensed them. Or so he thought. The snap-hiss of a lightsaber behind him told him that his focus had been too much on the ritual and the energy it created and not actually extending his feelings out into the Force. A chuckle escaped his lips when heard the words spoken. His response?

He twisted around in a quick flash of motion and reached out with his good arm. Yellow Sith lightning crackled and bolted towards the would be intruder.

"Why would I do that? Jedi are so confident now!"
Alana Sunrider The Monster

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Darth Xul + Republic Medic​

Byss - Moridin's Citadel
Republic Objective: Defeat the Sith Acolytes and stop the ritual

1. Capture Darth Xul alive if possible
2. Secure finished or unfinished "Heart of Palpatine"

The snap-hiss of a lightsaber that wasn't her's distracted Darth Xul from the task at hand, erasing the sad existence of the largest eye sore this side of the Galaxy. A large Cathar Jedi had infiltrated the citadel, along with a small squad of Republic troopers. She hissed under her breath.

"Defend the Acolytes!" she shouted as the Frozen Hand troopers began exchanging fire with the Republic. She flicked her wrist and called for a second lightsaber as she charged the Cathar. His silver lightclub was a much larger weapon than she was used to dealing with and it showed. The Cathar's size was making it difficult for the Sith Lord to find meaningful openings. There would be no ending this swiftly.

As their fight continued, a Republic Trooper slinked around the combat, a medic symbol on his shoulders and a red stripe falling across the left side of his visor. When he reached Jerec and saw the condition he was in he visibly cringed, taken aback by the sight. Clothes burned and tattered, sometimes melted into the skin, glowing bits of shrapnel along with normal obsidian colored bits. The man was covered in ash and hot blood that he couldn't be sure if it was the man's or someone else's. Luckily the visor and helmet made it so the scrapper couldn't see the sad look on his face as he knelt down beside him and pulled his medical bag around.

"Don't worry sir, you're going to be alright," he said, the platitude coming out with practiced ease. The medic pulled out a geltab and a medical scanner. The scan didn't show anything good. If he didn't get into a bacta suit or a bacta tank soon...For now the medic simply placed in in the man's open mouth. "Chew slowly. I'm going to try and lift you up to get these patches on. It will hurt. But you need to just focus on chewing that tab okay?" He didn't wait for the man's response. He honestly wasn't even sure if he could speak anymore.

With painful slowness so as to not puncture his other lung, which his rib was dangerously close to doing, he lifted the man up just enough that he could place a bacta patch on the exit wound of what he could only assume was a lightsaber before setting him down and placing a patch on the other end of the wound. For now that was all he could do.

"I need an imediate med evac!" he called into the com.

Jerec Asyr

 

[Jerec Asyr]

Republic Muse

Jerec felt bad about giving away the Cathar Jedi's previously unnoticed advance. However, he felt good about not dying. He then felt very good about the attention of a medic and the taste of a geltab - maybe bacta, kolto, even kolcta. These were all good things. Why did the medic have to be so kriffing worried?

"Man. Bud." Jerec grabbed the medic's arm. "Don't need to tell me everything you're doing, and that's a whole lot of big words." He could talk a very little now that the guy had sealed the two holes in his lung.

"Just rest, sir."

"I am NOT having auditory hallucinations."

"Sir, just-"

And that ended that. Jerec finally passed out as people got him on a field stretcher. Evac was apparently on the way.

 

[Sayja Kelestrin]

The space over Byss was what you might call a target-rich environment. General Sayja Kelestrin stood right up against her ship's bridge viewport and watched it all through macrobinoculars. She used the same optics back home on Vastor, hunting and orienteering in the jungle. At ranges like these, they gave her a quicker, more incisive view as to what the feth was going on.

A sharp, bright, unwholesome smile took over as she homed in on one ship in particular: a fat old Praetor-class battlecruiser. The telesponder read Devastator (Adam Versili) and did not mark it as friendly.

"That one. Right there. Take us under her centerline for raking shots at her hangar and reactor."

The Icarii Pilgrim-class cruiser Selestrine packed an elite Star Destroyer's shields and guns into eleven hundred meters and eight massive composite beams. It would hold just fine, even against a hulk that size. The Selestrine accelerated and opened fire on the Devastator.

 

[The Monster]

Sergei was prepared for the lady to accept that as much as either of them liked it, they were about to have no choice when it seemed like the ground itself hummed. And then a dark pillar shot into the sky. Sergei had to use most of his mental discipline to keep himself from cursing in shock at what he just saw. He lightly shook his head to clear his senses and make sure that he was really seeing what he just saw. There wasn't any denying it, there was something bigger at play. Maybe he'd have to find someone to teach him about this as well. And then the lady passed him a sword, and went off to attempt set up somewhere else. Well he hoped she was right. The sword she passed him was old, but definitely looked more than sturdy enough to survive. He thought back to his days in commandos, being taught how to fight with essentially everything, including various blades and swords, though they were more tactically designed. While he had a general disdain for someone who solely relied on a single weapon to use for all types of combat, he could respect someone skilled with a blade. He quickly put the blade away and started moving to his own place to set up on the man. Even with all of the heavy durasteel plates on his armor, he moved like a shade in the darkness surrounding the area as he used his training and experience to maintain cover. When he saw her start to make her way out of the swampy waters, Sergei began approaching from the darkness, staying out of sight just long enough for her to make her entrance. And then the figure guarding the entrance whipped around and sent what looked like yellow lightning at her. That gave Sergei his cue and he stepped from the shadows into plain view of the Jedi, and right behind her would be attacker. He figured his blaster rifle would be relatively useless, at least alone so he had an idea. He slung the rifle over his shoulder, drew his pistol, and a flash bang. His roar of a challenge was more of a distraction than anything, but it was more than quite loud for all the patrons to hear.

"HEY CHIT FOR BRAINS!"

And with that he leveled his blaster pistol at the man, and began firing steadily, undoing the pin for the flash bang with his thumb as he started to briskly walk towards him. As he broke the walk into a short run, he increased his rate of fire, aiming for the Sith's head, forcing him to either dodge or deflect. But that wasn't what he was hoping to work. With the increased rate of fire, Sergei hoped to distract him long enough that he wouldn't notice the flash bang roll just short of him, and that the following explosion when it went off would be enough to disorient him. He was also hoping that its shell would make it look like a smoke grenade, and not give away the blinding flash and deafening boom effect of the grenade. It was a lot he just put on hope, but at this point, it was all he had. With his hand free he drew the sword and prepared for close combat.

His favorite kind.

 

[Zavier Octavious Delane]

Location: RNS Skywalker, Hangar Bay
Objective: Get to the Ground
Tags: Republic Muse @The Grand Army of the Republic

"What the kark?" Zavier yelled as he was shoved into the cockpit of the LAAT by a shockwave. The Skywalker was falling victim to the Frozen Hand. If this warship didn't make it to the ground, part of the Republic's main Ground Force wouln't make it to the ground.

"General, clearance has been denied for launch. The Frozen Hand has targeted our other transports. We lost nearly twenty-five percent of our main attack force. We can't sustain losses like that." Reported the Marshal Commanded. The Mandolorian's eyes raced to the walls of the LAAT which had been pushed open by the volley of Turbolader fire.

"Tell Captain Anderson, I recommend we take the entire ship into the atmosphere. We have to get t the ground!"

 

[Zahara Myneto]

Location: Main Bridge, RNS Liberty
Objective: Punch a hole in the Frozen Hand Fleet
Tags: Republic Muse, @Adam Versali,

"Admiral, the Donager Class Star Destoyers have launched troop transports and have aimed them at Frozen Hand warships. I believe they are attempting to sieze them" reported Rear Admiral Gray, staring a gigantic holo-display that surrounded the command center of the Liberty

The warship was shaking on all sides, and in a sense it was limping to Byss. Zahara was concerned. He was there when the Grand Admiral organized the fleet, and at no point did he see any Donager Class Star Destoyers joining them. And he had an idea on whom it was.

"Attention Directorate Vessels, if you are here to help then help. Otherwise, leave. Stealing a Battlecruiser will not help the millions of people who are trapped on the surface. Leave or be escorted" he waved his hand at the last few words of the sentence, signaling for the Starhawk Task Force to intercept the vessels. He didn't have time for this

 

[Alana Sunrider]

The Monster Republic Muse

Yellow lightning arced towards her from the one good hand of the Sith. Alana's second lightsaber snapped to life, the two forming a the shape of a cross in front of her. Harmlessly, the lightning grounded itself against the blades, cackling and spitting energy that fell to the ground. His attention was grabbed, which was good. More importantly, she could make out he was partially cybernetic. Arms, legs, perhaps more. That could make her job significantly easier.

Sergei arose from behind the Sith, sword ready and lunged for the Sith, screaming. That was less than ideal. She was supposed to take up the attention while he took him out with the blade. But, she could work with this too. Same thing she had done on Fresia with the Wookiee's vibrospear.

Keeping her lightsabers crossed ahead of her, she reached into the Force, and stretched out to man. She didn't bother trying to connect with him or his mind. Those were likely too strongly brainwashed or corrupted. No, she went for something else.

The cybernetics. She'd been honing her skill of mechu-deru and this seemed to be the perfect opportunity. Feeling the flow and movement of the machinery, she didn't bother with finesse. She just used the Force to send a power-surge and cut failsafes. Not enough to kill, hopefully, but enough to quickly disable him from continuing the fight.

 

[The Hive Mind]

And the Seal was Broken​

Not physical. Distant. Remote. Something in the force. Not an individual emotion from a single source but more a widespread faint hint. One an overwhelming sense of uncertainty. Two a petulant and equally overwhelming mockery from an ancient Dead Sith Lord who Would. Just. Never. Die. Whom had awaited the repopulation or reconnection of Byss to the galactic core eagerly through his machinations. There may even be a fleeting vision of a grey face, scars littering the body, a suit of armor consuming it, from the ghost of the one who walked here once but it would not reveal itself for long.

What happened. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Well except maybe a small group of Sith cultists reinforcements or other ne'er do wells were being eaten alive somewhere off in the distance, so they never interrupted the republic forces, but nothing of note, absolutely nothing. There might be though to anyone with the sense for the subtle, hunger and endless anticipation, at the back of it all perhaps a sense of dread from one or two of those kept alive on the surface who had hoped this day would not come.

Who can say? The hive couldn't. It just observed as it always did acting on impulse. A certain living One Sith Lord however had awaited this very moment for longer than he could say. A flash of grating churning emotion in on itself, not from the hive that did not feel but from this nameless individual… revenge… and renewed purpose. The Republic had come home.

Spoiler

OOC: No interference from me, that was multiple characters saying hi in their own twisted way.

 

[Hoid Hallafax]

Syn Bright
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He could feel it, like a whisper. The darkness attempted to snake itself into him, or rather the parts of him that were of metal and bolts. He smirked, throwing up a barrier in the Force to deflect the blaster bolts harmlessly. The man charging at him screaming was of little consequence. The Jedi...Or rather whatever this was standing before him, was his main priority. This place was thick with the Dark Side, even if the ritual had been halted. Reaching in to the Dark like she was now was...dangerous to say the least. She reached to him and he in turn reached to her, attempting to slither his tendrils of doubt and darkness into her mind. The Force amplified the suggestive tones in his voice.

"I know this technique," he said. He brought his arm up to examine it as the mechanics of his arm and leg began to quicker. It wasn't the only way to dismantle cybernetics, but it was a common one among the Sith. Mechu-Deru was of the Dark, exerting one's will on the Force to command technology. His mistress had taught him well to withstand these abilities, much to his pain and agony. "Strange that a Jedi such as yourself would resort to such arts. Bold of you to use such dark powers here-" he couldn't finish his sentence. His danger sense flashed white hot just as the flashbang exploded. The flash was large and blinded the man, sending a ringing through his ears. If the Jedi wasn't wearing protective eye wear though they'd probably be affected by it as well which was a small consolation. He cursed and drew his lightsaber with his mechanical hand, thumbing the blade to life with a snap-hiss.

"You stupid fly!" he shouted and blasted telekinetic Force energy in the general direction of the soldier.

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Darth Xul
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The Ritual...Everything she'd worked for. RUINED by a stupid man without two brain cells to rub together. She cursed him, her anger fueling her combat as she moved fluidly from one stance to the next. Both lightsbaers flashed against the Togorian's silver blade. He grunted and growled and was a powerful enemy but as the Sith began cutting down troopers and his backup failed him, even one Jedi Knight could not hold off a cadre of Sith Sabers. She cut him down and tossed his dying body into the pit. She watched as his life was drained by the restarted ritual, his face twisting in agony and horror as he realized he would never be one with the Force.

She smiled.

Alana Sunrider The Monster

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[The Monster]

Sergei hadn't stopped moving forward, noting that the man before him seemed to not be paying any attention to him at all, instead focusing on the lady right before him. He hoped she saw him throwing the grenade, otherwise this next spot would leave him quite exposed. And when the flashbang went off, Sergei could quite literally feel the blast wave move past him. He however remembered his training, turning his head to the side as he closed his eyes, his helmet doing the rest to protect him from the negative effects of the grenade. When the flash dissipated, Sergei could hear the roar of anger from the Sith as he prepared to retaliate, and saw the hand turn to, well it looked like it was going to shove. That meant, oh right. He lucked out since the man couldn't probably tell exactly where he was, and so Sergei did a simple juke to get out of the worst of the wave. He still stumbled as it felt like someone had hit him with a sledgehammer where he'd taken it, but he knew he couldn't stop. Stopping meant losing, and losing meant death. He kept the sword out in his right hand as he kept running, and holstered his pistol. And just before he got to melee range, pulled out his next trick, an ion grenade. He took a swing at the Sith, a slash meant to cut into ribs and exit his opposite shoulder, meanwhile activating the ion grenade in his hand holding onto it. He had heard these disrupted or destroyed tech, and he hoped that he was close enough to make this work. But banishing the thoughts from his mind, he made his attack, swinging the sword quickly as to keep his opponent on the defense. He had only one shot to finish this, otherwise he'd have to rely on his Jedi friend. And he knew she needed to get moving.

"The fly's name is Sergei, Jachovich. And you will respect that, sir," he responded with an even tone.

They were both about to be in for a nasty shock when the ion grenade went off.

Alana Sunrider Republic Muse

 

[Alana Sunrider]

The Monster Republic Muse

That was problematic. She needed to work on her skills quite a bit more if he was capable of deflecting it or blocking it. And what did he mean by dark powers or a Jedi such as herself? She hadn't been channeling the Dark Side. Records said that there had been those in the past who relied on the Dark Side to affect machinery, but she wasn't one of them. It was more... intuitive. Whether it was an inborn gift or some talent from her childhood scavenging, she couldn't say.

But she could see the grenade and it definitely wasn't the standard one. It was one of the flash grenades. She closed her eyes and ducked her head around, throwing up a barrier of Force energy right as it exploded. Even facing away from it with closed eyes, she felt the light sear across her eyelids, and when she opened them, everything was fuzzy and blurred. Acceptable. She could still sense the Sith and her companion charging him.

Alana didn't hesitate. Instead, she ran straight for them, quiet, as she tried to blink away the aftereffects of the blast. She could just make out dim shapes, but that was what she went for. She could just make out the swordblade she'd given him thrusting forward by the motion of the blurry figure, and she followed up with her lightsabers, lunging them forward at different angles and heights, to try and pin the Sith between the three blades.

 

[Hoid Hallafax]

Syn Bright​

"Rely on the eyes, a Jedi must not." The words came with a flash of anger as he heard his old master's words spring to his mind in his moment of need. Gripping his blade even tighter he reached out with the Force, seeing the Force around the people who meant him harm. His danger sense sent a tingle down his spine and he knew what he had to do. With a twirl of his blade the yellow lightsaber spun, parrying and using the momentum of the soldier to send him away and finishing its arc with his spin, sending the blade directly into a clash with the Jedi. The Force was his slave, and what a powerful one it was.

"You're wasting your time Jedi," he spat, "Can't you feel it? The Darkness is rising faster than it was before! You're too late!"

Darth Xul
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The Dark Forces were rising again, this time so powerful that sparks of purple flew through the air. It was excilerating....All the fruits of her labor were coming to bear and she could almost taste it! She walked closer to the edge of the pit and breathed in the Dark Side. It was coming, from all corners of the Byss system....It was coming to her!

Alana Sunrider The Monster

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[The Monster]

Sergei could feel that time was running out, and so when the man before him had simply parried his blows, and then essentially let Sergei's momentum carry himself forward, he took his chance. Sergei dropped the Ion grenade just out of view of their opponent, but right in full view of Alana Sunrider . He hoped she knew exactly what that meant as Sergei burst forward with speed and the Ion grenade detonated with a surge of electrical and magnetic energy, and Sergei thanked his lucky stars that the man still hadn't taken him seriously enough to properly focus on what he was doing. As he rushed past them, he made his way for the main room where the ritual would be, as even a bloody monkey at this point could tell where all that negative energy was coming from. And he hoped that would mask his approach from whatever these voodoo wielding, nigh super beings used to to sense things. It was all he had left, was hope. Hope he could make it in time. He counted his grenades as he ran, two frags, one ion, and one flashbang left. It would have to do. He just needed for to stall them long enough that Alana could get the upper hand. He sent a prayer to his fallen comrades above to watch over him these next moments as he approached the main chamber, hearing soldiers moving about inside, but most of the fighting having died down. They'd be on alert, but having taken a side way, there was only one guard between him and the entry way. Deciding stealth was more important, he quickly popped around the corner with his knife already drawn, arm cocked back, and let fly. The man didn't even have time to cry out as the knife seemed to sprout from his throat, and before he could fall to hit the ground, Sergei was on him, holding the knife steady while slowly lowering the man down so he didn't make a sound as he died. When he got to the door, he peered inside and silently cursed his luck. There was way too many yahoos with sabers for him to kill them all himself. But there were a number of people just sitting around the edges, seeming to focus on praying or something. Sergei wondered to himself, if he couldn't kill them all, could he kill enough? He thought back to his briefing, the training before that, and then back of home. A single tear slid down his cheek under his helmet, and he knew what he had to do.

Ego sum dignus.

I am worthy.

He drew out two frag grenades, and without thinking, pulled the pins and chucked them at the remaining cultists that looked like they were fueling the ritual. And then he pulled his remaining flashbang and chucked that at the saber wielding psychos in the center of the room. He would have just enough time to pull up his blaster rifle before the grenades would simultaneously hit the ground..... and detonate. He needed to be ready to move to draw them away from the ritual, and buy them even more time.

Republic Muse

 

[Alana Sunrider]

The Monster Republic Muse

Alana didn't bother answering. He was right, of course. They were wasting time. But she could make out the ion grenade just behind her opponent and she braced herself. It wouldn't affect her lightsabers very much, but should affect the cybernetics. As Sergei ran past her towards the chamber, she adjusted her stance. Needed to keep this Sith from realizing the grenade was behind him. And that meant keeping him busy.

She darted forward, sliding one leg forward with the other following, keeping them on a strong centerline. One lightsaber blade was raised in front of her, while the other arced over head and pointed straight at her opponent's face. She lunged forward, keeping the one blade in front of her to guard, while the upper one darted forward again, aiming to slip past the defending blade and hit home.