Jedi Temple - Central Chambers
Enroute to Entrance and Stairway up to the Temple
Equipment:
Robes
Spear
Sabers
Allies (who can hear her voice/have the use of Force Light on them) :
Vulpesen
Connel Vanagor
Rikuan
Everest Vale
And any others at the entrance/stairs defending it and saving lives
Enemies at the Gates:
Domaric Mordane
+ Any new imps coming to support Domaric and his cool as hell droids.
Alexandra had been slow, patient and with her breathing steady. She had meditated like this, stayed still and careful like this so many times. It was normal for her, to separate from herself and to let her hands move through the waves of the force. To weave through the strands and to seize upon those ties. Even now with her being split, her soul fractured in two and the half of her still on Alderaan bathing in the light, she could do so with ease. The Nexus far below, not yet corrupted by those who seek to rob the Jedi of it, aiding in that connection to the greater force as her body continued in its stillness.
And as her breathing slowed further, coming to a infrequent rhythm she would soon seem to act as if a statue. Her skin growing cold, her breathing stopping all together, and for a moment she would seem to have left her body to die in that moment.
Vulpesen
would sense it, the flicker of her being, the dull loss of life within Alexandra as she reached out to her other half, as she spread out her hand through the very bonds of space and the Force.
It was only when warmth returned to her, only when her form started to radiate the same light she had been creating within her hands that she would start to move. Alexandra's hands lightly lifting the spear, its blade moving through the air, a song being created as the wind whistled across its blade. She turned it in her hands, until the blade pointed straight up, held as if a standard and started to walk forward.
Her eyes remained closed throughout this process, her mind clear and her focus only on the Force around her.
Her strides smooth, missing any broken stone, any uneven footing, as if she were being driven by something other than herself. She continued without a single breath, without so much as a notice of the world around her. Even Vulpesen would find nothing coming from her, no emotions, no thoughts, simple stillness taken form.
Even now, as her feet fell softly on the ground, not a sound made and almost as if she never even touched the ground, the feelings of those around her would find themselves uplifted. The influence of the dark, the pain and the guilt cast on those who had fallen victim to Ashin's power would find relief as the Light washed over them. Those within the Temple that she passed finding their hearts steadying, their minds clearing, and the warm radiance rushing through them and into every inch of their being.
And with each step, Vulpesen would see the light growing, as Alexandra surrendered more of herself over to the force, as her being and soul came closer to the Otherside. The light radiating from her into the Songsteel Spear, its head bright and casting out beams of light as if catching the rays of the sun on the edge.
For
Corazona von Ascania
, and those within the Biodome, that pull that may have been felt before would be felt again. The request, urging of the life there to offer up itself, to not be drained but rather to feed into the flow of the force.
To let even the smallest blade of grass fall into that steady river that was drawn in towards the whirlpool that was being gathered around Alexandra.
It was only at the entrance to the Temple when Alexandra's slow strides would come to a stop. Her hand rising and with a wave she urged for the stone and metal to yield before her. To open and to let her through as the other hand kept the spear upright. Held like a banner, high over her head and with her eyes still closed she let the force continue to lead her, to direct her every step and to push her forward. There was no attempt to protect herself, no attempt to reach for the sabers hanging from her waist and once the door was opened she would simply continue forward. Both hands once more holding aloft the spear that continued to radiate with energy.
Vulpesen would be relied on, would be trusted to protect her in this moment as she started to walk out into the open ground. The pillars that once surrounded the entrance having fallen away, rubble littering the platform all while people rushed to defend the stairs or began to help the civilians in at the risk of their own lives. The opening of those doors unleashing the full force of the death on Alexandra, the feeling of hate and anger, of sorrow and rage burrowing into her own soul, filling the void that remained.
She paused for only a moment in the face of this dark tide, the under current threatening to drag her down into it, to submerge her once more and to snuff out the Light she continued to project out through herself. The smallest flicker, the lightest dulling of the Light a clear sign of this. And yet she would stand tall, to uphold her stance and to stand against this venomous loss.
Even if it pulled at her being, urged her closer to the Netherworld.
The place where her soul and being should be, where it belonged after all she had done and after her deaths. She stood in defiance of the natural order, and only through her works had she been able to create the life she loved and cherished.
It was this fact, this feeling she focused on as she took the next step forward. Her mind rushing to think of the love and softness of Yasha, of the garden that the two of them had spent so many years on and treasured so deeply. Of the strength and stability that Noah had given her, the certainty of a life that would not leave her on the run or make her question if she was truly who she should be. Of her dear Adara, the cursed and dark young woman that she treasured so deeply as to call her a child of her own without hesitation and compromise.
These thoughts continued, the light radiating from her increasing in strength and reach, bathing all those outside of the entrance in the warmth of it. Her hands raising up the blade into the sky. It stood tall, a defiant beacon for those who looked up towards the Temple. A focus for those who sought to harm and kill the innocents and defenseless, a show that she was not afraid of them and that there was no fear in coming to them.
No fear of loss, no fear of pain, and no fear of death as she opened her eyes finally. Her bright eyes looking down towards the mega city around them, those rushing for the safety promised to them and those defending that stronghold and safe haven.
Even young children, like that of her little Junior, Morgan, Cahira and Alexander. Such beautiful children now scarred by the world around them, some coated in blood and soot, an unsightly and sorrowful being that only found a worried gaze from Alexandra. She had been mother to so many, both her own children and the students of her Order when she had been there for them.
Minna... Krest... The two she had failed most of all.
"Come." She would speak, her voice like a command as it fell from her lips. The sound reaching the ears of all those defending the stairs to the temple, to all those seeking the safety beyond her and within the thick walls of the Temple. It was a warm voice, one of a mother calling her children back for the warmth within.
"Let not your hearts waver, let fear not take you." She continued, staring past them all, looking for the one she was searching for. A feeling, the smallest pull through the force and her eyes falling on the man standing atop a broken statue. She stared defiantly towards them and with a single motion she drive the butt of the spear hard into the ground. The action striking like a bell as the Songsteel turned it into a symphony all in one motion.
"They prey upon your hearts, make you choose between death and duty... but there is no choice. We chose this, and we chose to be here. We only fail if we abandon our truth. We betray those who gave everything if we falter. Even if only one survives, then we have succeeded. Cast them back into the shadows that they have come from." She would state, letting her voice be carried once more as the warm light was released once more.
The influence that hung over those caught in the Light banished, pushed away and cleansed as she released the energy she had been gathering. It was only in this moment, as the Light was released and cast out over the forces defending the Temple that Alexandra would make note of a pain in her shoulder and side. Two bolts, shots from the particle cannons of the Dark Troopers had found their mark. Lancing through her left shoulder and along her right side, cutting into the flesh but missing any of her organs.
Her trust in the Force did not end though, she remained right where she was, a defiant beacon that refused to move even if she stood out in the open. She would not allow the enemy to steal away the hearts of those who sacrificed so much to protect what they believed in. She would not allow the corruptive influence to seep into the minds of those who stood so tall.
Even as she felt another flash of pain, shrapnel from a round striking her in the arm now.
She knew Vulpesen would be there to keep any mortal wound from happening, knew that
Connel Vanagor
would rally his soldiers with this warm light at their back. That the Forces with
Everest Vale
and
Rikuan
would be able to protect anyone they could, to spirit people to safety within the walls of the Temple itself.
All she need do is maintain this light. To let the flow of the force pass through her and to reach out to her other half contained within the Nexus where she rested so often. She would tire herself as much as necessary, let her form drift closer and closer to the Otherside, to be swallowed up and find herself within the torment of the Netherworld once again if needed.
All that mattered was they save at least one life today, that they not betray a single soul that had been sacrificed in the defense of this place.
Her lips would only move once more as she stood there, staring at the one she assumed to be responsible for all this.
"Tear me down yourself, if you think you can." She would state, willing her voice forward, through the ranks of the Imperials who were not simple steel and machine. Urging them to come and take her challenge if they felt themselves capable of it.
