Let's Paint the Town....Red, Black and Gold! [OS/GA]

[Writer]

Plans had been made – deals had been brokered and people were paid off. Getting onto Coruscant was rather easy, the problem was getting off the planet without getting caught. The planet was a testament to the One Sith’s long standing rule over the Core Worlds, but eventually things will begin to fall apart. People will begin to wonder what life could have been like, should have been like – the old will begin to talk again and the young will eventually listen. The stories of how these dark temples that decorate the cityscape came about will cause the youth to wonder if they will be sacrificed for the next ceremony. Eventually – people will do whatever it takes to survive, even if it means Rebellion at the cost of their life.

Unfortunately, the One Sith had a strong hold on Coruscant as they did with much of the Core Worlds. It was their capital system – but there was enough fuel to ignite the flames of war from within, all it needed was a spark. Maybe some sign of hope that others were out there and that the One Sith could be touched from at the very center of their blackened heart. That was their mission, to show the people of Coruscant that the Galaxy had not forgotten them – and to leave a mark upon the most sacred of places for the Sith, as they had once done the Jedi Order before. The story of the Force nexus on Coruscant was nothing new – everyone knew about it. The way that Mira had learned about it, was from her mother’s personal experiences. Yes, it was true – The Sword of the Jedi was once corrupted by the dark side but not by her own volition. [member="Darth Isolda"] had corrupted her, erased her memories and twisted her into something sinister – made her a Sword of Vahl. She had participated in the events surrounding the New Valley of the Dark Lords and the Temple of Vahl.

Although she never sacrificed the thousands waiting – as asked of her by Isolda, the memories of pain and suffering were very real and very clear for Aaralyn. For Mira, this was a bit more than a mission of statement, perhaps a personal mission to get back at what the One Sith had done to her family – in her own way. The public transport sailed through the skies of Coruscant with relative ease, passing through the numerous checkpoints without so much as an alarm being raised – this isn’t where the problem might occur, but perhaps on the ground. Mira wasn’t by any stretch wanted by the One Sith or really known for that fact – having faded into the background once [member="Darth Vornskr"] had fulfilled his desire of capturing her in an attempt to lure out Aaralyn. When he failed to do so, he sold her off to the Hutts and focused his attention elsewhere and she simply faded into the background.

Little did she know she had a clone under the name of Darth Malum.

None of that mattered now – she was on Coruscant, with what team she could manage to bring. Their weapons were waiting near the New Valley of the Dark Lords. Smuggled in by the right people – it was time to move in and make their mark and show the One Sith that they could be reached anywhere, anytime and by anyone within the Galactic Alliance. Mira cautiously made her way off the transport, her hands concealed beneath the tattered and sewer scented robes. A crowd of people seemed to meld around her, causing her to blend in and allowing her to get more into character. She crouched over slightly, in an attempt to appear slightly crippled – her gaze diverted downwards beneath the hood as she hobbled past some troopers. Her destination wasn’t far from this point – and if things were right it would be relatively clear save for worshipers, maybe a Knight or two.

She couldn’t really tell, they had no intelligence going into this – but they would make sure they made their mark before the day was done.

 

[Soeht]

“There was a leak, Captain. I intend to plug it. You better speak,” commanded Soeht.

Flying over Coruscant was a shuttle with its side doors open. With one hand, Soeht held a One Sith Naval Captain by the collar. The Captain, a human male named Apollodor, had his feet dangling thousands of feet above the nearest surface. He gripped Soeht’s arm tightly - deathly afraid of the Sith releasing his grip.

Apollodor began with, “I don’t know-“

“- what you’re talking about,” finished Soeht, “Your feelings say otherwise.”

Soeht twisted his free hand toward Apollodor. The captain began to scream as if in agony.

“Extra credits,” said Soeht as he read Apollodor’s thoughts as if they were a holobook, “A promotion. You’re in this pretty deep. Maybe I can speak for your life if you tell me everything~.”

And while this high-altitude interrogation continued, the shuttle approached the airspace near the New Valley of the Dark Lords - where [member="Mira Rekali"]’s plan had yet to unfold.

 

[Writer]

‘Oh, here we go.’ She looked up from beneath her cloak as she was approached by a duo of troopers, their rifles at the low-ready.

One of them stepped to her left while the other stepped infront of her – blocking her path. He’d shove the rifle in her shoulder, nudging her harshly. “Hey, you – what is your destination?”

Mira tensed as she felt the cold durasteel of the rifle press against her flesh through the cloth, she sneered beneath the hood as she attempted to feign away from the troopers, waving a hand towards them. Her voice would become ragged, very much beyond her years – an easy alteration with minimal effort.

“I am but a humble servant to the Dark Lord, I am going to pay respects to the Valley and the Temple of Vahl.” Her ragged voice spat out, spit expelling from underneath the hood as she spoke. The lead trooper looked down and made a noise out of disgust before nudging her again with the rifle.

“We need to see some identification.” He said bluntly.

‘I swear to the Force; you touch me with that rifle again – I’ll put it where it doesn’t shine…’ She hissed beneath her hood, a gloved hand rising from her chest as she reached out through the Force – touching the mind of the trooper. This one wasn’t exactly dumb but he wasn’t exactly smart either. He had his suspicions about Mira from the start, she could tell that but he wasn’t exactly happy with his job. She felt discomfort – about something he had recently done. She focused, pressing with the Force upon his cerebrum. She touched in just the right places, forcing the words upon him.

~You know what, I think we already checked you. ~ She whispered softly.

“Actually, I think we already checked you.” He said bluntly, straightening out, gesturing to the other trooper.

~You can go about your business. ~ She continued to whisper, closing her eyes gently.

“Move along, go about your business.” He nodded to the other trooper and gestured with the rifle, stepping to the side and out of her way. It took only a moment to pass before they walked off to check others who were exiting the transport. Mira sighed heavily – a sigh of relief more so than anything else. It took a moment for her to regain her composure before she pressed on. The meeting point was ahead – just before the New Valley of the Dark Lords.


[member="Soeht"]

Spoiler

For reference - Anything between 'Like this' is thoughts, Anything between ~Like this~ Is Force abilities like telepathy, etc.

 

[Soeht]

After several minutes of deafening screams, Apollodor finally feinted. His hands released their grip on Soeht’s arm and dropped to the side. Apollodor’s entire body went limp.

“Thank you for your service, Captain,” hissed Soeht.

Then, Soeht let go of Apollodor’s collar. The captain began a several hundred foot long fall toward the New Valley of the Dark Lords. Soeht watched the captain fall for a good several seconds. Apollodor finally landed in the middle of a square within the Valley. A few followers nearby scattered. The troopers nearby turned toward the captain’s body and approached it. Their focus temporarily turned away from others that may enter the Valley, such as [member="Mira Rekali"].

Soeht slammed the side doors of the shuttle closed. He told a soldier nearby, “Land the ship. We should pick up the body.”

 

[Writer]

Location: Southern Side of the New Valley of the Dark Lords, near the Tomb of Darth Shara and Darth Talon
Objective: Get the party started with a bang!
Allies: ?
Enemies: Everywhere

Mira raised an eyebrow as she watched a body fall lifelessly from a shuttle flying overhead, she blinked a few times as she stood upright, pulling back the hood just enough to catch a glimpse. The bone crunching sound of the body impacting the square in the New Valley seemed to echo with a grotesque reverberation that even caused her to shudder. Whatever that man did, well, Mira didn't think that a death of that nature could have been worth it. She quickly discarded the robes and made her way to the southern point of the Valley, where the meeting point was supposed to be. She had sent the coordinates out to a limited few, a very limited few considering the lack of desire to be caught in the heartland of One Sith space. She chuckled softly and allowed herself a brief moment to gaze around, double-checking to see if the coast was clear before tearing off the netting that was concealing the goodies beneath.

There was work to be done.

Fortunately she didn't have to do much prep work - get her armor on, set the proper frequencies and get the satchels ready. The hardest part was still ahead of her - placing the thermal charges and paint bombs in the correct places, as well as going in the right tombs to find what she was looking for - that is, if the information was right. Of course, there was a catch, there was still plenty enough individuals in the area to cause a problem, but they would be dealt with soon enough. If everything went according to plan, a fire in Level 12 would cause the guards to respond and make the tourists and remaining civilians to leave the area.

‘Pfft, tourists – to a place like this? What a fething joke.’ She scoffed at the notion as she continued to put each piece of armor over the bodysuit. She had to admit to herself, the dark side presence was quite nauseating, perhaps even suffocating – but for the moment she could ignore it. One of the things that concerned her was venturing further into the Valley – the strength of the dark side would increase and so would it’s lure. Mira shook her head softly, ignoring the potential threat of the dark side ahead – throwing the satchel over her shoulder and grabbing her buy’ce and putting it under her arm.

"Now, where is everyone else….?" She said to herself, a bit of concern in her voice. "They should have checked in by now…"

[member="Soeht"]

Spoiler

Edited because the first post was well - garbage.

 

[Soeht]

By the time [member="Mira Rekali"] started to dig into her bag of gear, the shuttle Soeht rode landed near the Captain’s body. If Mira wanted to pay any attention, she would have seen Soeht stepped out of the shuttle and apparently talk to a couple of the troopers already on sight. Soeht’s hand gestures seemed exaggerated - and were really the only visible sign that a discussion was happening since he and his “conversational partners” were wearing helmets.

However, a fire alarm sounded throughout the Valley. Civilians and non-essential personnel began to leave in a (somewhat) orderly fashion.

As the Captain’s body was put on a stretcher and loaded onto Soeht’s shuttle, a trooper approach the Sith and told him, “There’s a fire on Level 12, m’lord. For your safet…”

“You should leave,” commanded Soeht with another exaggerated gesture of his hand.

“I should leave,” monotonously replied the trooper just before he walked away.

Smoke from the fire began to rise to the “ground” level of the Valley. The fire was not very destructive - yet - but definitely a hazard to safety and the temples. The wind began to take the smoke southward.

“Hmmm,” sighed Soeht as he turned to the same soldier that rode on the shuttle with him, “Return without me. It’s been ages since I’ve paid my respects.”

 

[Writer]

Mira frowned slightly as she turned to the center of the square – trying to get a good look at the commotion. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted a darkened figure exit the shuttle with some contingent of troops but not return to the vessel. She made note of the distraction and its relative success – however, the darkened figure remained. Mira looked down at her chrono and cursed softly. “Feth.” She took a glance up as the wind began to shift, sending the plume of smoke in her direction.

“Well, maybe that’s a good thing.” She slipped the buy’ce over her head, a hand coming to the helmet to activate the various sensors on the visor. As it began to boot, she would take a moment to kneel – saying a quick prayer. It was something that she had heard her mother say a few times when she was younger, something that obviously came from her grandparents.

“Nagi’tankatuwe yamiye, mak u ohitika, ektu je kik’ipapi na ka wa’sake.”​

​

-May the Force guide me, give me courage, help me forget fears and be strong. -​

​

Her hand would come to her head, touching her forehead with two fingers before she rose up from the ground and turned to face the outer portions of the tomb of Darth Shara. She’d crouch briefly and leap into the air, landing softly upon the edge of the upper platform. Of course, it would prove more difficult than normal to blend in considering the circumstances of her armor – but that wasn’t a concern as long as her cloak didn’t expose a flash of pink or bright orange.

Another mental note: ‘Change armor color or don’t wear it all for stuff like this….’ She grimaced as she carefully balanced herself, walking along the carved in the edge of one of the many tombs. If memory served her well, this was most likely the tomb of Darth Shara. She smirked as she reached inside her first satchel, feeling around for the pre-made paint bomb – no, she wouldn’t desecrate the statue by blowing it up, just add some color. Mira knelt down on the very edge, leaning down as far as she could to plant the charge on the upper portion of the statue. One hand would brace herself on the edge of the tomb while the other reached up to grab a crack in the stone to pull herself back up to a more stable position.

She quickly stood and moved across the narrowing platform – heading towards the tomb of Darth Talon.

[member="Soeht"]

 

[Roth Tillian]

[member="Soeht"] [member="Mira Rekali"]


Roth was ambling towards the square, to put it kindly. Mainly meandered was a better word, moving from vendor to vendor from block to block. There was definitely no direct route here. Nothing to show he any goal in mind other than street-shopping and flirting with pretty females of various species. He waved cheerfully to Sith soldiers that patrolled the area and moved aside like the others when a high ranking officer or Sith sped by in a speeder. Roth's own Force presence was minimized as much as he was able.

He had his own goals for here. They idolized Darth Krayt as the creator of their order and vision. Worthwhile goal, since he had indeed accomplished so much. But Roth found him more than a little grim in appearance. As far as he thought, Krayt needed some cheerier colors and a better face.

Eventually, he found his way picking through the valley itself, trying not to recoil at the stench of the Dark Side that centered around the place. He hunched himself tighter beneath his poncho and bag of recently purchased goods. He stopped at the drop-off point, and ducked down out of sight to look at their supplies. Hopefully nobody would notice him as a fire started and a body plummeted from the sky. He stared in horror as the shuttle retrieved the body. How could citizens deal with this?

But he pulled on his gear beneath his poncho regardless. Simple stuff for the most part. A few explosives and paint-bombs. He already had his lightsaber in his deliberately oversized and worn out boots. Probably wouldn't need too much more. His only armor was the Abregado-Rae armored clothes he always wore. Nothing special. Nothing to mark him out or catch anyone's attention.

Then he started down the valley, studying and kneeling before plinths and statues and picking out his targets.

 

[Soeht]

‘Now, where is everyone else….?’ She thought with a bit of concern in her voice. ‘They should have checked in by now…’

The shuttle took off behind Soeht. A couple troopers - guards for the Valley - remained near Soeht. The area managed to get cleared out fairly quickly. Most of the guards were distracted by the fire - trying to assist firefighters and keep people away. Pretty much all civilians and cultists have left.

Few remained at the Valley besides Soeht, [member="Mira Rekali"], [member="Roth Tillian"], and their entourage.

Two stormtroopers dragging a cuffed humanoid approached Soeht. The humanoid, male, wore tattered robes that smelled horrible.

“M’lord, we thought you’d want to see this,” one of the troopers told Soeht.

The other trooper showed a non-standard-issue blaster pistol to Soeht.

“We found him with some contraband near the fire,” informed the trooper.

Soeht approached the prisoner and grabbed hold of his hair.

“Who are you?” asked Soeht.

Just as he did with Captain Apollodor, Soeht’s free hand shot up in front of the prisoner’s face. The prisoner squirmed and grunted - attempting to resist some force.

“Don’t fight it,” warned Soeht, “You know you can’t…”

 

[Writer]

Mira stopped suddenly, sensing something in the square below – a deep sigh escaped her lips as she stared out from beneath the hood of the robe. Fortunately, her brightened buy’ce was concealed by the shadows of the hood itself – unfortunately, she wasn’t able to pick up all the audio of the conversation between the dark figure and his apparent victim.

“You know you can’t…” was all she was able to catch. A sigh escaped her lips as she watched the man squirm against an unseen force – no, it was The Force. The dark side. Mira shuddered harshly at the thought of how potent it was in this place, how the One Sith had tainted the hallowed grounds of the Jedi into such a foul manifestation of darkened energy. Well, today they were going to attempt to change some of that, reduce it if you will. Bright splash of pink and orange here, red and gold here and a huge holo of the Galactic Alliance in the center. That was, of course, if everything went as they had planned.

Whomever this person was could just as easily sound the alarm and bring an entire Legion down upon them and end their fun before it began. Mira’s motion sensor went off and she caught a glimpse of [member="Roth Tillian"] to the North – and with a sigh of relief, a hand came up to press the comlink on the side of her helmet. A secure channel would be established and her voice would chime in on Roth’s comlink. “Where in the feth have you been!? This isn’t a site seeing tour!” She hissed silently, moving across the edge of the tomb before leaping onto the very top of Darth Talon’s statue with a quick tumble forward. Fortunately, the tops of the statues were flat and relatively smooth – leaving her plenty of room to operate.

She pulled two thermal charges from her left satchel and threw them across a small gap, ontop of the roof of Darth Talon’s tomb. The charges sailed hard and fast, latching onto the stone surface like glop bombs. She’d thumb the activation switch before reaching back inside her robe and pulling a paint bomb from right satchel.

This was going to be a bit different.

She kept a low profile as she approached the edge of the statue, peeking over briefly to ensure she was on the front face. With a nod to herself, she dropped the paint bomb and brought a hand out – and at the right moment, she gave it a quick nudge towards the statue. With a soft pop, the device attached in between the well chiseled bosom of Darth Talon. Mira snickered softly and leaned back, moving away from the edge.

“What’s your status?” She whispered to Roth.

[member="Soeht"]

 

[Soeht]

Just as with the captain beforehand, the prisoner before Soeht eventually feinted.

Turning to one of the troopers, Soeht told him, “Search the Valley. Detain anyone you see that hasn’t evacuated.”

The stormtroopers obeyed and began to look around the Valley. The numbers were few now - as most were still assisting firefighting efforts. However, as time went on the number of troopers searching around would increase. And thus, the risk for detection for both [member="Mira Rekali"] and [member="Roth Tillian"] would increase as well.

In addition to the stormtroopers, Soeht also began to move around the Valley. He spotted the temple for Darth Shara not too far away. The statue of Darth Talon was not too far away - Soeht could even see the top of its head.

Walking toward the Temple of Darth Talon, it would not be long before Soeht reached it - even shorter for him to catch a glimpse of anyone attempting to scale the statue if they did not make a move to hide.

 

[Roth Tillian]

[member="Soeht"] [member="Mira Rekali"]

Something caught the corner of Roth's eye and he glanced that way and back to the statue to which he was affixing a paintbomb. Force it. Someone had gotten caught for some reason. That would get their attention. He could even see soldiers beginning to move around now.

Then the message came in from Mira and he rolled his eyes. Not a sight-seeing mission? He knelt down again as another patrol passed by, sprinting to handle the fire. Perfect. He was just one loyal zealot dedicated to the cause. But on to Krayt. He ambled around some more, formulating a response until he sent one through his commlink, with a touch of smugness in his reply.

"Status is single and sight-seeing." The dark clad figure that had just choked whoever had started the fire was beginning to stalk around as well. Wonderful. He slipped behind a statue, trailing his hand as if he was in the middle of some strange ritual. "But no trouble so far. Watch the soldiers. You'll have a hard time explaining that one."

He attached a thermite charge to this one. It was uglier than the rest and not even a new paint job could fix it. Better get rid of it and find a new one. Maybe of himself. That would be a far more dashing statue, and one that would actually draw people to visit.

He paused within some shadows as troopers passed by ahead of him and he sank back against the statue, peering up. Was it possible? Probably. He jumped up and grabbed the edge, pulling himself to the top of the platform and laid himself flat.

 

[Writer]

Mira smirked at the thought.

“Yeah, I’d say in this profession – being single is the way to go, won’t live long enough to enjoy a family life…” A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she took a step back further from the edges of the statue, noticing the presence of the dark figure moving closer. Mira would also take notice to the growing presence of troopers in the area.

‘I’ve got a bad feeling about this….’ She thought, stepping back only to lose her footing and slip off the edge. With a curse she reached out and grabbed the edge of the statue with what she could – armored fingers digging into the stone as much as possible. She would dangle for a moment, the weight of the satchels threatening to pull her down along with the forces of gravity. She grimaced beneath the buy’ce, her muscles straining against the pressure, her fingers slipping.

‘Nope.’ She damned herself as she let go of the edge.

The sensation of free falling was something she wasn’t accustomed to – a gut wrenching twist that send an odd tingle throughout her body. Sure, she could activate her thrusters and catch the attention of each trooper in the area – as well as light the damned cloak she wore on fire. Other than that, she could hope that hitting the ground wouldn’t be as hard as expected. Luck have it, she didn’t hit the ground first – instead she bounced off a side wall, rolled down a stone slope before falling approximately twenty feet. The impact against the hard knocked her sensors a bit awry and the air from her lungs – her vision was blurred with darkness and stars alike and the sound of static filled her ears. Her comlink began searching the frequencies again, for the secure line to [member="Roth Tillian"].

Despite the dramatic fall – Mira didn’t cry out, or make any noise that would have stood out. However, the sound of beskar impacting stone and duracrete was a completely different story.

Time was limited, they’d be coming.

A trembling hand searched for the detonators to not only the paint bombs but the thermal charges. She looked down at the satchel on her right – it still had a few inside. She’d struggle to get to her knee, a hand coming to her side to touch the exposed bodysuit, groaning softly in pain. “Roth – if you can hear this, drop your charges, quickly.” She muttered through ragged breath, letting go of her side only to grab ahold of the satchel and pull it over her head.

‘Better make this damn thing worth it – I can still make it out.’ She mused to herself.

[member="Soeht"]

 

[Soeht]

As soon as the sound of [member="Mira Rekali"]’s armor crashed on the ground, Soeht’s stopped in place and jerked his head to the side. He glanced around for a second before restarting his trek toward the Temple of Darth Talon. However, his pace was faster - turning into more of a brisk walk and leaning slightly forward.

Once Mira picked up her satchel and pulled it over her head, Soeht stepped forth from a corner. His head immediately turned to Mira - seeing the woman’s Mandalorian armor. Soeht plucked a lightsaber from his belt. A hiss of air came forth from beneath his mask.

“Mandalorian?” questioned Soeht.

Without waiting for an answer, Soeht jerked his left hand up. He curled his fingers as if grasping something for a moment. Then, he clinched his hand as a fist. Sparing no time, Soeht attempted to choke Mira through the Force.

[member="Roth Tillian"]

 

[Writer]

Location: Infront of the Tomb of Darth Talon
Objective: Disrupt the Choke and Blow poodoo up.
Allies: [member="Roth Tillian"]
Enemies: [member="Soeht"]

She heard the familiar hiss of the lightsaber come to life, and the sound of his voice shortly behind it. Her garnet eyes would look up through the visor upon the darkened figure, now exposed for what he was.

'poodoo' She cursed to herself.

“Mandalorian?” He questioned her but before she could respond, she felt the tendrils of darkness wrap around her wind pipe and begin to twist and clamp down. She’d drop the satchel out of reflexive nature but her right hand which held the detonator naturally gripped it tighter and tighter as she began to rise up off the ground. Focus eluded her as much as the very wisps of air she attempted to suck in through the closing hole that was her esophagus. Her head would twist, turn and attempt to evade the invisible energies of the Force – knowing all too well if she didn’t do something, she’d pass out from asphyxiation.

The sensations she felt on Ilum were returning to her, amplified by the darkness that surrounded her. She could feel the chains that held her back cracking, the power yearning to be free – but the tears she shed somehow held them back. She tried to focus, she tried to remember her training – the Light was everywhere. Without the Light, the darkness cannot exist, so they say atleast. Her struggling would cease and her left hand extended from her body as she concentrated on the air between her and [member="Soeht"]. There would be a brief moment where everything seemed still and silent – save for the humming of his blade. Then abruptly, an explosive force would erupt between them, a direct cone of invisible energy concentrated from the wells of the Force. The energy would ripple across the distance between their two bodies intent on slamming into him full force and knocking him back - hopefully breaking his concentration and focus.

If it worked, she'd maybe have a chance to get back in the game and get the fireworks going.

 

[Soeht]

A “boom” echoed through the air. The telekinetic burst forced Soeht to stumble back several feet. The crackling, crimson lightsaber in his hand accidentally sunk itself into a nearby wall. Sparks flew out from the adjacent temple’s wound. Soeht managed to recover and kept himself from falling. Yet, he failed to maintain a hold on [member="Mira Rekali"]’s neck through the Force.

“Į͜͝nteŗe̡͟s̢͏t̸͞͏i͜n̵͘g҉̸̕,” commented Soeht as he straightened himself.

Taking a few moments, Soeht examined Mira - his head noticeably glanced toward the satchel on the ground. He then turned his gaze back to Mira in full. Soeht began to approach Mira at a casual pace.

“Very interesting,” said Soeht with a hint of crimson light from behind the slit of his eyes piercing through the darkness, “Tell me your purpose here.”

 

[Writer]

Mira coughed and wheezed as she dropped to the ground – inhaling sharply as the sweet taste of oxygen hit her lungs. She took only a moment to regain her composure, grabbing the satchel on her way up to her feet. She heard him speak again – her right hand rising up to pull her buy’ce free from her head while her left grabbed onto the back of the Darth Talon statue for balance. She'd toss it into her paint bomb satchel with a rough sigh. They were both stalemated at this point – should she detonated the thermal charges, not only would she blow him to the Seven Circles of Chaos but she too would go to the Netherworld of the Force, something she wanted to avoid at this point. As she stumble backwards, still a bit disoriented from the choking, some strands of chestnut brown hair would blow in a gentle breeze from the north.

Time wasn't something she could really afford to waste.

Her garnet eyes took a sharp look around before they fell upon him as he advanced casually upon her position. Mentally, she took note of the troopers that surrounded her - each and every point of attack was mentally jotted down. The ground around her was shrinking and there really was nowhere to run. Her right hand would extend, holding out the thermal satchel infront of her, as if she were threatening him. Her eyes showed a stubbornness that rivaled the best of them, but then without warning - she dropped it at her feet. She gently nudged it forward with a black boot, her left hand rising up to detatch the remaining satchel, the one that held the paint bombs within. It too would find itself on the duracrete before her, and nudged off to the side. From this point, she'd turn and take a few steps backwards as she watched his approach. She'd keep her back to the entrance of the tomb, detonator held tightly in her left hand.

“I figured this place could use a bit of a makeover – maybe some more open space too while we were at it.” She said smugly.

[member="Soeht"]

 

[Roth Tillian]

[member="Mira Rekali"] [member="Soeht"]

Roth froze on his plinth as he heard the unmistakable sound of a dozen frying pans clatter onto duracrete. Otherwise known as a Mandalorian falling off a statue. He clutched his satchel and scooted closer to the center of the plinth, his witty reply to Mira's jest frozen as he heard someone moving quickly across the floor followed by a lightsaber and was that telekinesis? A nearby squad of stormtroopers looked that way and started to run that way.

He couldn't allow that so he stretched out with the Force and threw an illusion their way. A gas main had exploded from the fire, drawing their attention back to the fire which they hurried to help contain and evacuate. Roth let out a deep sigh and slipped from the statue, sprinting along the row of statues now, placing charges and paintbombs almost randomly when it came to statues. They all needed to go this time. His charges. Some of the statues were actually rather nice.

He kept and two paint bombs and thermite charge for that of Krayt himself. He paused nearby, considering how to do this properly. No, there was no time. He tossed the charge one way along the structure. Hardly going to be very destructive, but it would catch their attention. The paint bomb he tossed up towards the statue's face. Why destroy something when you could desecrate it and mock its importance? He gave it a slight nudge with the Force to get it right on the face.

So far so good. Now to help Mira. He sprinted across the now mostly open plaza, letting the Force flow into his body and let him run a little faster until he skidded to a stop, getting a view of everything going on. Mira was very clearly in trouble. Troopers and some sort of Sith with that same old obsession with body covering armor.

Only one thing to do at this point. Grabbing the paint bomb and setting the timer, he threw it straight at the Sith, so it would explode above him and the troopers in the air. Then his lightsaber flew into his hand and snapped to a blazing blue light.

"Hey uglies!" Roth called out, "Over here! Come meet the true hotshot on Coruscant!"

 

[Soeht]

As stormtroopers began to approach Soeht and [member="Mira Rekali"], Soeht held up his left hand to signal them not to approach. His sight followed the satchels as they were dropped and pushed aside. Then, he spotted the detonator. He did not hesitate in continuing his approach. In fact, he slightly quickened his pace to keep the distance between the two from growing. There was still a risk for Mira if the satchel exploded.

Then, an explosion of pink clouded the air just above Soeht. Droplets of bright paint suitable for blush rained down on Soeht and the stormtroopers. As the droplets landed, they added an ugly mix of colors to the Sith’s already black and red armor.

Soeht’s advance momentarily halted. He lifted his left hand up for a moment and stared at the pink blotch on his arm. [member="Roth Tillian"] was quick to ignite his lightsaber and taunt Soeht and the troopers.

“Tricks?” questioned Soeht.

Looking back at Mira, Soeht then said, “You know you’re meant for more than this. I’ve felt it too.”

Giving a signal to the stormtroopers, Soeht commanded them, “Take him down.”

Stormtroopers would then attack Roth - their numbers and skill low enough so that it would merely pose a distraction against someone the caliber of a Jedi Knight.

Without much other warning, Soeht decided to forego continuing a slow stalk toward Mira. He dashed forward - leading with his left shoulder rather than his lightsaber. If he managed to get a clean hit on Mira, it could toss her into the tomb behind her.

 

[Writer]

The voice of [member="Roth Tillian"] caught Mira’s attention briefly, bringing a smile to her face just long enough for her to look up and see the bright pink explosion – the droplets of paint that rained down upon [member="Soeht"] and his Stormtroopers caused her to chuckle. Mira would laugh, a bit harshly but that laughter would but cut short as Soeht tried to sway her - in the same manner that [member="Darth Vornskr"] once did. Her facial expression shifted from joy to that of disappointment but before she could formulate a response – Soeht ordered his attack upon Roth.

“Look out!” She cried out across the distance but it wasn’t him who should be looking out, it was her! His dash was the last thing she expected and much less prepared for – and she paid for it. The impact of his shoulder sent her reeling backwards, as he hit her only exposed area below her chestplate.

The air rushed out of her lungs faster than she expected and darkness collapsed in over her vision as she landed in a heap of limbs against the stone. Her head smacked solidly into the wall – of course, not the first time within the past few weeks she took a hit to the head without the protection of her helmet. Her body was motionless within the entry way of the Tomb of Darth Talon, the detonator rolled freely from her left hand as she struggled with consciousness.