Long Overdue (Jedi Skirmishing Sith Empire's Ossus Library!)

[Rick Kaloo]

OBJECTIVE - CONCLUDE THE FLOOD
ALLIES: SJO
ENEMIES: SITH

OSSUS LIBRARY INTERIOR - MAIN STAIRWELL​

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Get out of here.​

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The voice he recognized as [member="Coren Starchaser"]'s flowed through his head, concluding his mission. So Rick obeyed, and began searching for an escape route while ascending the stairwell. But first, he was going to leave a mark.

Arriving at the upper floor of the library, Rick pushed the flood in front of him forward. It steadily accelerated, smashing into walls and displacing entire bookshelves. Then, the flood naturally spread out, until Rick was using all his concentration to keep himself from being lost in the flood as well. He heard yelling behind him and turned to see two Sith troopers pointing their rifles at him. But before they could fire, a great wave of water engulfed them, knocking them back and stealing the air from their lungs. While the unfortunate Sith troopers drowned, Rick ignited his lightsaber.

Finding a window ten meters to his left, he ran forward, careful to part the water when it came his way. Then, Rick plunged his aqua blade into the window, forming a large crack. He continued to push the blade into the window, until it broke down and completely shattered. Without a moment's hesitation, Rick jumped out the window.

It was nearly a twenty meter drop, but with Force insulation combined with Rick's prosthetic legs, it felt more like two meters. After he hit the ground, Rick immediately broke into a sprint. Additionally, he grabbed a sizable stream of water that had flowed out the window and wielded it for self-defense, in case any more drownings were necessary.

The ship Rick and the other Jedi had arrived in began to come into sight, surprisingly intact.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: Outside Ossus library
Objective: Get these damn Jedi off my lawn
Allies: TSE, Sithy people - [member="Romi Jade"]
Enemies: Jedi scum - [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Cotan Sar'andor"]

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As much as Avacyn had played along with her opponent's quips up until that point, when the duel had started in proper she refrained from uttering even a single word. In combat she sought to remove all distractions and conversation was one, so the Jedi sympathiser would not be indulged any more than he already had been. From that moment on, all that mattered were the man in front of her, the things he did, and the gaps in his defense that could be used to strike him down.

The attempt to throw the man off by use of earth shaping had not been successful, but rarely if ever was the first strike one that hit true. When he fended off Avacyn's attack she caught how he shifted his stance, but the counter-attack of choice was one she didn't expect and as such was too late to react. His fist was going to be colliding with her face and all she could do was turn her head just enough for it to hit her on the jaw instead of her nose. Pain flared up where he had landed the punch causing her to let out a grunt. So that's the way he wants to play, she thought to herself as she prepared her answer.

Now that her opponent had shifted his stance to allow for the punch, she could do him one better. While forcing the bladelock sideways, her right hand balled up into a fist of her own that was then sent out towards him. While it travelled however, flames would cover her hand through the use of fire shaping, the target of her flaming punch his ribs.

 

[Anden Fancelo]

Anden Fancelo​

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The Hall of Knowledge​

Objective: Take the sith savior to safety.​

Allies: TSE, [member="Micah"]​

Enemies: The Jedi, [member="Jerek Zenduu"] (Engaging)​

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Once the waves finally settled, Fancelo rushed off towards the general direction of the exit. Intent on escaping this sample of textbook Armageddon. The boy that emerged from the debris called out. "Hey!" To which Anden paused for a moment and glanced at the boy, noticing something was off about that individual. But what if it was a sith? He could be put to the sword to disobey a sith. Oh well, it doesn't matter. Time was essential and safety for the cathar sith that was held on his arm and shoulder was required.

Sprinting off in a careful manner, to not slip from the soaked floor. He was forced to come at a halt, almost slipping a little. Being cut off by that very same boy who took his lightsaber out and ignited it. His gut was right, somewhat. Though it was not some other sith, it was a boy, with a green beam of light emitted from the hilt of his saber. It screamed Jedi in Fancelo's head.

He finally had an idea of what was occurring, it wasn't some blend of natural disasters, just jedi. He gave quite the sigh as the boy made the demand, almost hypnotized to do so. But his objective was reminded as he looked to the faded sith. Resisting the temptation to set the cathar down. He stood tall and countered the demand.

"No, I don't know what's going on with him. But what he needs is a medical bay or someone to 'heal' him. Just... I'm unarmed, all I plan to do is help him." He raised a hand up, as he spoke with sincerity. He had to resort to reason, he had no weapons to defend himself. Even if he did, it'd be extremely difficult to best the jedi. However, in the midst of this consideration. Another temptation approached as it caused Fancelo to focus onto the dagger that the cathar boy carried. It was beckoning to Fancelo, to which he complied. Reaching, for the ceremonial weapon.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

He was a monster.

His eyes awash with blue flames, the Emperor of the Sith fought as a man possessed. Wherever the blades of the Jedi cut through the fabric of his clothes and bit into his flesh, black blood oozed out and quickly crystallized into organic armor. Nothing seemed to phase him, for pain was no longer something he considered worthy of his person. He'd cut himself off from physical sensation many years ago, closed the door on what made him mortal in exchange for power absolute.

The true form of the Sith Emperor was not the hulking giant they fought in the shadow of the Great Library, it was merely a vessel. Energy, boundless and harrowing, was his true form. It was confined within this puppet of flesh and bone, faint glimpses of his insidious nature bubbling forth whenever the puppet was damaged.

Telekinetic lightsabers tumbled and spun through the air, constantly attacking the Jedi from every conceivable angle with unbridled ferocity and uncompromising brutality. Every strike was aimed to kill, to shatter the bodies of his foes and leave them broken and bloodied upon the sour earth. With every blow came a tumultuous bellow of anger, of pure refined rage and hatred designed to unsettle the spirit, despair made manifest.

Electricity crackled across his skin, discharging to the nearest available surface whenever his blades of glossy obsidian connected with something metallic or energized. Such energy danced along Alexandra's staff as she cast his blade down to the ground, the sharp tip embedding itself in the earth. "Then fight, Alexandra Feanor. Fight as if your life depended on it, for it just might!" The Emperor lashed out with one leg, attempting to send the smaller Jedi Master flying backward with a well-placed kick to the torso. Whirring around, the Emperor swiped with both blades as the Besalisk Jedi rushed him from behind, fire and lightning bouncing across both weapons to attack the Jedi Master as well.

[member="Manu Xextos"] | [member="Alexandra Feanor"] | [member="Rhane Varless"]​

 

[Er'in Tenel]

Location: The Hall of Knowledge
Equipment: Black Lotus (Lightsaber), Erin's Robes, Sith Amulet, Shadowclasp
Engaging: [member="Bekk Mag'ra"]

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"Well, you're doing considerably better than your companions..."

The explosions and damage upstairs, the tidal wave, the noise of the growing fight outside all rather added to Er'in's calmly delivered, deadpan point.

"... they don't seem like the reading type."

She smiled back, a cold, aristocratic expression born on the face of a race of women born to rule, but not without genuine humour. Her pace in the fight did not slacken, she knew the slightest fault in her offence would give her opponent time to counter attack - and while he perhaps might not be the type to, any Jedi would if forced, or she would, if she followed their creed, anyway - a swift low cut to force his feet to move slightly out of position, then a force powered leap to take advantage and move further to one side - bringing them to fight width-ways across the corridor as she tried to slip a blow under his now exposed guard.

"But if it helps, I'm not strictly a card-carrying member of the 'Brotherhood' either... just... a card carrying follower of the Code, which is dangerous outside the Empire in this galaxy." Outside, the battle grew to climax and she saw the flicker of lightsabers and the flash of force powers through the long corridor behind them to the entrance. "Looks like your side are leaving, having wrecked our library. Which I suppose is only the Cycle turning. Tell you what, I have a number of datacrons containing copies of portions of the Great Jedi Holocron that may not have been declared when I arrived, and may not be in Empire space. I'm sure you have some Sith texts in those big Jedi Libraries, in the restricted sections to stop innocent people learning the truth of the dark side. Call it a draw here and look me up outside of Empire space and we can form a little book club."

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It's not like every other Sith didn't flout the rules... well, every other Sith Lord. But how do you get to be a Sith Lord in an Empire that wants to extinguish the light without bending a few rules? Very carefully and by not crossing the wrong people.

Information is power, and power will set me free.
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[Mishel Kryze]

Ossus​

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Hall of Knowledge​

[member="Jerek Zenduu"] | [member="Micah"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Nefertari Sovint Vael"]​

[member="Marakai Al'Orren"] | [member="Erin Tenel"] | [member="Bekk Mag'ra"]​

Mishel felt the energy as it was lent to her by others, but no matter how hard she focused. The water's rate of evaoporation could not match its ever rising wave, whoever had done this must have either been a master or had simply no other purpose in their life but to create floods. Worse of all the knowledge that was being destroyed would not have a way to be saved. Knowledge was sacred, it was power and the text and history here could serve not just the Sith but also the Jedi. To know your opponent is to understand them, and to do so would be to read their text and gain this understanding. No, instead she was here attempting to thwart some barbaric-so-called-Jedi's attempt to destroy this place. Yes, go for the Sith but the knowledge held here? She hoped that the Sith had back up, or a really good insurance plan.

Heat from the fireball expanded, steam began to form and the water's temperature rose those caught within its grasp would feel it turn. She could feel the water rising it lapped at her knees and continued to rise. Mishel continued her concentration, meditating on the heat within the fireball. The water's temperature still rose and bubbles began to form as it boiled but even as it did, the water continued to flood. It would be futile to continue but she despartely wanted to try, and then she felt the sound of retreat. Coren called for the Jedi to leave this place and that meant her.

The Tygaran stubbornly remained where she was and even drew in a deep breath as the water rose.

Marakai who had patiently been waiting outside of the library, had had enough. She too had heard Coren's call for retreat and that meant the Princess Leia would be inbound to pick them up. The half-felacatian hurried up the library's steps en route to grab Mishel from the Hall of Knowledge and head for the extraction site.

 

[Jerek Zenduu]

Location: The Hall of Knowledge
Equipment: Slowly-drying Jedi Padawan robes, Lightsaber, Hololink
Engaging: [member="Anden Fancelo"], [member="Micah"]
Objective: He's got a sword!

(Post Soundtrack: Make a Move by Icon for Hire)​

The Imperial refused. Jerek should have known it wouldn't be that easy. Nothing today had been that easy.

He was wet. He was cold. He was tired. He wanted to get off this Force-forsaken rock and never look back. Let the Sith have it, let them drown it in misery. Let them blast it to smithereens for all he cared. It was no longer his world. It was no longer a place he belonged.

And yet here he stood, feet firmly on the ground, having no one opposing his escape.

All for a good cause, he told himself. He could analyze it later, but now was the time to act.

"It's okay," Jerek said reassuringly, switching tactics now. No more tricks, that wouldn't work, so maybe persuasion would. The Imperial seemed to be reasoning with him, so perhaps he was open to the same. The boy pointed his lightsaber at the ground and extinguished it, holding out his other hand with its palm to the Imperial. "I won't hurt Micah." He took a step toward the pair. "All I want to do is help him, like you. To heal him." Another step closer. "He'll be in good care with me, I can defend him against anyone who wants to hurt him."

Then there was a dagger in the man's hand. Jerek hadn't seen where it came from, but he felt a growing sense of dread at the weapon itself. As if there was something peculiar about it, something that more than ordinary, dangerous even. What was more dangerous, however was that suddenly the Imperial was armed. And it changed everything.

Reaching out with the Force, he guided it with his outstretched hand toward the Imperial. Toward the Imperial's muscles. The Force made suggestions to the man's muscles, some to relax, some to tense up. Through Jerek's willpower, the Force invasion meant to stun the man and halt his movement, allowing Jerek the chance to forcibly take Micah from the man.

No more reasoning, that wouldn't work, so maybe an offense would.

Maintaining his concentration while he approached the pair wasn't easy, and it stopped Jerek from placing any more power behind his steps. His approached continued toward the man, and as he reached him, the padawan used his free hand to pull at Micah's sleeping form, close enough to feel the vibrations from the kitten's purrs. If he could just get this boy away from the Imperial, he could rest in peace. They both could rest in peace.

Preferably far, far away from this planet.

 

[Oros]

Location: Chamber of Antiquities (exterior)
Allies: Jedi, [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Amilthi Camlenn"]
Enemies: TSE, [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] (engaging?), [member="Darth Filiae"]
Objective: Same Thing We Do Every Night, Pinky

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Oros could barely sense the staccato vibrations reverberating off of the tank lid above him as his unexpected companion grew more accustomed to their newfound surroundings. An intelligence critter such as this one might have left others dumbfounded, but given the uncommon nature of his own evolution the Jedi was already used to such treatment. Although small in stature, this encounter was no more unusual to him than the first time he had met with humans. The academic in him treated this opportunity as a learning experience, already his rescue from such mundane circumstances had taught him that those so vertically challenged certainly were required to examine the galaxy in different terms.

But of course, he acknowledged his companion's request.

One by one each page of nearby drifting paper rose into the air as if picked up by a supernal gust of wind. Falling deeper into meditative concentration, each page swirled together into a slow moving tornado as the Celegian concentrated on vibrating their internal molecules. It was an ancient librarian's trick, from a time when datapad technology was far less common. The trick was to raise the paper's internal temperature enough to evaporate the moisture without causing ink to run. Satisfied that this task had been completed to his satisfaction, Oros dissolved the tornado with a thought and the pages swirled together before coming to a rest on the tank besides Hirou like a deck of sabacc cards mid-shuffle, dry and organized.

It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Hirou. For one with the courage to brave such danger, so long a name seems apropos.

He could not help himself. Their introductions seemed to be going so well, but when Hirou asked about the flood for the first time the Jedi hesitated. Up above them somewhere Master Starchaser was leading another team of his more militant brethren on a distracting raid of the library's facilities, and while a flood had not factored into their plans he was willing to venture an educated guess that someone had decided to improvise. After a brief moment of introspection, he decided on his best course.

The library is under attack, he told his new companion, Consider yourself fortunate, if it weren't for all the security bulkheads this entire level might have been lost.

There was nothing to be gained from outright deception, so Oros settled for a half truth. He made no mention of his involvement on either side, instead waiting for the mouse to consider this new information. How it answered might give him more insight into whose side they were on.

 

[Cotan Sar'andor]

Objective: Keep helping Coren
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] @Jedi
Frenemy: [member="Romi Jade"]
Enemy: [member="Kaalia Pavanos"]

To say that Cotan was surprised by the Sith Lady's lack of reaction to the punch would be an understatement. With the amount of momentum that was in it and where it hit, she should at least have been sent stumbling backwards, if not knocked down or unconscious. Instead, she only grunted, as he quickly returned his left hand to his lightsaber, preparing for his next attack. What is this, the Galactic Wrestling Feder—

Unfortunately, he wasn't paying enough attention to adequately defend himself from the fire punch sent his way in return. He turned slightly, about to mount a defense, only for the strike to slam into his left shoulder and push him backwards. He broke the bladelock with a hard shove, sending the Sith Lady's lightsaber wide as he retreated a couple of steps. And he quickly ditched his jacket, shrugging out of it as he moved; while any normal flame wouldn't have managed to set the article on fire, he didn't trust anything that was conjured out of thin air to behave in a normal manner. And he tried to ignore the dull ache that was now present in his left shoulder.

He grunted somewhat annoyedly as he kicked the jacket away, his lightsaber rising again to a simple ready position. Coren's command came through to him just the same as the rest of the Jedi around, though unlike some of the others, he wasn't quite ready to leave. It'd be impolite to run off and leave Coren to fend against two different opponents at the same time, anyways.

Cotan took a deep breath, advancing forward with even, measured steps, not taking his eyes off of Kaalia. Faster than a viper's strike, he lunged forward, executing a quick moulinet to bring his blade crashing down towards Kaalia's right shoulder.

 

[Amilthi Camlenn]

Location: Chamber of Antiquities
Equipment: Black Robes, Lightsabre, Thermal Detonator
Objective: Escape without getting herself or Oros steamed
Tags: [member="Darth Filiae"] | [member="Oros"] | [member="Tabigarashu Madara"]

Blast doors slammed shut and cut off the line of sight between the Jedi and the Sith. Amilthi turned around and, through isle between the many shelves to either side, faced a door on the opposite side that was likewise sealed off. The two guard droids, electrostaffs activated, stepped into the open space, each facing in one direction, but then stopped. They were at a loss, put in a state of alarm, but unable to identify an immediate threat within the confines of the Chamber, as they did not recognise the dark-robed Jedi for what she was.

Suddenly Amilthi felt the thought of Coren intrude on her mind, coupled with a notion that she should find a way out of this place. It wasn't exactly that she heard his voice in her imagination, but the quality of the experience, the foreign emotions that came with it, were distinct enough for her to surmise that an intentional act was behind it. Her friend, if she could call him that, was in a state of excitement, worry, and pain.

She hesistated for a second, then walked walked up to a random shelf with determined steps and took a holocron from it without even a moment's reflection. She put it in a pocket of her overcoat and then made for the door on the opposite side of where she had come from. The control panel by its side refused to react to her touch.

To be stuck here might have been immediately, but it was a decidedly precarious position overall. Standing in front of the door, Amilthi reached for her lightsaber and with a determined motion rammed the turquoise blade through the blast doors. The metal began to glow and melt immediately under the immense energy of the weapon and was already dripping to the floor before the guard droids, now cognisant of the intruder, had closed the distance.

Amilthi waited until the last moment to pull her lightsaber out and whirl around to strike at the first droid. Steam and water entered through the hole flowed into the room, wrapping her in a cloud of hot droplets from which the blade shone eerily. It was a matter of seconds until the first droid lay in the floor in pieces, water flowing around it as if to wash away the mockery of a corpse. What it had encountered here was not something that was accounted for in its programming, expansive as it was, and the Krayt dragon pearl in Amilthi's lightsaber gave the blade a focus that the droid's shield could not stand up to for long.

 

[Romi Jade]

Ossus Sith Library​

Exterior​

Allies: [member="Kaalia Pavanos"]​

Enemies: Jedi​

Objective: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Cotan Sar'andor"]​

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“Only failed if you don’t stop yourself.” He said, openly, his saber pike’s frame at the ready. “Turn away from what you are doing. Help me get these Jedi offworld.”

Her whimpering had come to a stiff silence. She whipped her head around, no evidence of her ever truly crying. though, there was a slick smirk. "No." she'd retorted, she'd grabbed two frag grenades from her utility belt "I don't want to stop myself." With a subtle flick of her wrist she launched them both in his direction, before propping herself up one knee and digging other heel into the ground. She'd let the timer run...cutting the four seconds in half.

Though, she'd prepared herself for the explosion. When the space between them and around them lit up in flames she thrown her hands up to project a protection bubble around herself. Though, the kinetic impact would have been entirely too much she lessen that force as she threw herself backwards and let the momentum slide her body along the ground.

Mmmnnn!

She also knew Coren was more than capable of this...so she was more than ready to continue the pursuit, even though they'd initiated a retreat.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: Stop Romi
Allies: [member="Cotan Sar'andor"]
Enemies: [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Kaalia Pavanos"]

Coren could feel the dark side still in that area, where Rhane had performed an attack with his weapon, but his focus was pulled, the other Master running off, and Coren hoping that dark side would be quelled in this area for now. Well, as well as it could with Romi and her… new companion? The Dark side was calling everyone in his area, and the Jedi Master was wrapping himself in the Force, as best he could. It was the protection from this evil, the way to fall into battlemind. He knew he wasn’t focused enough to grab the and focus the light side in this place, with Romi nearby. But he could be ready to fight.

He could feel Cotan there, and was reaching out to his battle-bro, knowing that the pair worked well together and getting synchronized and throwing out the battlemind into the fight would help if it got worse. Like it was going. He heard Romi’s response and it took him a second, btu definitely was helping spark a focus. He was not dealing with Roi Jade any longer.

This was something dark.

Something that needed to be purged.

His grip changed on his lightsaber pike, and the blade would ignite as Romi spoke. The Force was giving him the view to see what was going on, the grenades from her belt. “Don’t do it.” He muttered but she was already moving. As the explosion was created, the Jedi Master threw the Force at it. Grabbing the fires in the Force, he held them in a bubble, and shoved, intent to slam it down at her feet, let her deal with the destruction. At worst, he was going to focus the explosive energy up, while taking the concussive.

The Sith had taken his life from him, he’d be karked to let her walk that direction too.

 

[Anden Fancelo]

Anden Fancelo​

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The Hall of Knowledge​

Objective: Take the sith savior to safety.​

Allies: TSE, [member="Micah"]​

Enemies: The Jedi, [member="Jerek Zenduu"] (Engaging)​

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The Imperial Officer had no idea what was to come by taking the ceremonial weapon, as he felt a most sudden shift within his body. For a moment, he'd remain still. Feeling nothing, before something caused him to look up. A clairvoyant gut he had perhaps a new sense, as he witnessed Jerek silently rush towards Fancelo. Once he took realization of this, he fell to his knee as he let out quite the yell in pain, falling to the other knee eventually. An influx of power came onto him, as Jerek could see through the force. But that power came onto Fancelo in a rather fast and violent manner, which explained the attack he was having on himself as if he was undergoing a massive state of shock.

Thankfully, to the Padawan's action, the technique Jerek utilized caused the Imperial to stop and merely fall to the floor slowly. Letting Micah down gently on the wet floor only to be pulled to Jerek's reach. Fancelo kept his eyes open throughout the endeavor and the hand that held the dagger was still within his firm grip. Mentally the man was in such discourse, confused as he was overwhelmed by the mixed presence of light and dark.

This dagger was something to behold, as it had provided the Imperial a new way to see things. But to the misfortune of Fancelo, Jerek was given the window to rush off with the cathar, albeit short.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: Investments
Location: Ruins of the Magnus Quarters
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Kaalia Pavanos"]
Enemies: [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] [member="Rhane Varless"]

Equipment: In signature

The former Warmaster's repulsor launched her back, even as her dark side tendril consumed his arm and his lightsaber finished the job. Using the Force, she corrected her flight and landed gracefully some meters away as he rocketed upwards. She could still kill him, but... she would let him go. She glanced down at the floor, where the arm and his lightsaber lay. With a gesture, she called his lightsaber to her hand, examining it briefly before placing it on her belt. As for his arm... that could be very useful too. The sound of running feet and red sabers announced several acolytes finally responding to the disturbance that was the attack. That, or they were running from the water unleashed by a Jedi. Whoever had done that was going to be on her list when she discovered their name for a long long time.

"Preserve that," she ordered, hiding the wince from her broken arm as she pointed Australis' lost limb. "And have it taken to my ship."

"At once, my Lady."

Taeli returned her attention to what she sensing from her other investment. The former Jedi Romi was still engaged with Coren, and other Jedi were nearby as well. Her fellow Triumvir was present though, but it was time to intervene directly. Gathering the dark side to herself, she focused it into a technique she had been learning from the latest acquisition to her library. Coren might have his lessons from the Aing-tii, knowing their Fold Space technique, but Taeli had been studying the other means of transit created by the Nightsisters.

Eyes blazing amber, she dissipated into a dark purple mist, her form vanishing from the top of the Magnus Quarters. It was a curious sensation, not unlike when she submerged herself in the currents of the Fallanassi. And yet... she could not quite fully explain the feeling. She was keyed into the magic she had used earlier to summon Romi's guardian, following it like a beacon to the corrupted presence that was the young woman. As Coren threw the explosive energy back, a dark mist would obscure Romi for a moment and then she would appear, forming out of the mist and her hand outstretched to contain the force from the explosion.

When it was over, she looked at Coren and his companion... smiled and said, "You never learn."

 

[Rick Kaloo]

OBJECTIVE - GOODBYE, OSSUS
ALLIES: SJO
ENEMIES: SITH

OUTSIDE OSSUS LIBRARY - APPROACHING ESCAPE SHUTTLE​

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At last, Rick arrived at the stolen shuttle.​

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Rick and the rest of the Jedi task force had arrived merely an hour ago, if not less. Now, the shuttle's break from use would end. It stood silently in front of Rick, unscathed from the battle raging in the library. Soon, whatever Jedi survived the raid would return, and they would flee. Surely, Rick was far from the only survivor. But as Rick walked up the open ramp into the shuttle's interior, he still sat at the pilot's seat, just in case.

Rick wasn't familiar with all the controls, but knew enough about starships to pilot many of them. After all, his company's primary product was warships, and would be deeply ironic if he couldn't fly his own products. Rick carefully ignited the engines, heating them up but not moving the shuttle forward. Not yet, at least.

His water long abandoned in distant puddles, Rick began plotting a route offworld.

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[Rhane Varless]

Objective: Leave​

Tags: [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Manu Xextos"]​

Rhane ducked and dodged Carnifex's various attacks, both the ones with use of his hands and telekinetic sabers. Rhane's acrobatic abilities were enhanced through his use of the force, allowing him extreme amounts of maneuverability. However, no one could withstand such attacks for this long. With each passing strike or sear of the sabers, Rhane became more unfocused, making his abilities weakened and allowing more strikes to hit thus forming a snowball effect. The most serious blow came from Koda Fett in the form of several blaster bolts, which burned through the fabric of his energy-resistant cloak and seared his flesh. He jumped backwards, landed and winced at the pain. When he lifted his eyes up, he noticed that Alexandra appeared to be Carnifex's sole objective currently. Taking the opportunity, he ran around the two and towards Manu. He knelt down by him, shifting his focus between Manu and the duelists.

''We're leaving. C'mon let's go.'' leaving no time for Manu to respond, Rhane picked up Manu and threw him over his back, buckling any loose equipment to his belt and grabbing the severed limb if he could find it. The two trotted off, Rhane enhancing his pace with his use of Force Speed. Rhane attempted to heal Manu, or at least ease the pain as he ran across the landscape of the library, jumping on top of the buildings when needed to avoid enemies or to avoid the terrain which was tattered and torn to pieces. He spoke very little as they ran.

''You're going to be alright. Stay with me!'' Rhane said as he rounded the corner and the ship was in view. He hailed the pilot, raising his hand. The door opened and Rhane bounded inside, hitting the back wall and jostling the craft with his momentum. He laid Manu across the only medical table in the ship as he yelled up to the pilot.

''GO!!! GO!!! GO!!! GET US OUT OF THIS STAR SYSTEM AND TO THE NEAREST MEDICAL FRIGATE!!!'' he turned back to the medical cabinet, it's supplies limited but perhaps able to hold Manu on for long enough. He was overwhelmed at the vast selection of devices and medicines. He turned back to Manu and placed both of his hands on him, he needed to figure out how to best assist him. Rhane was focusing on using Force Healing to dull the pain rather than heal him.

''Manu, what do I do? I-I, don't know what do to. What first? Which medicine?'' he had a myriad of questions, but looked down at the amputated leg and assumed it would be his first priority.

''I don't know if a tourniquet can fix that fast enough, or for long enough. We can try to reattach the leg or-....'' Rhane trailed off and looked for the leg, he couldn't remember if he had brought it or where it was.

''Cauterize or Freeze it. Just tell me what to do.'' he made sure to keep to effect of dulling the pain up for long enough so Manu could think clearly.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: Outside Ossus library
Objective: Get these damn Jedi off my lawn
Allies: TSE, Sithy people - [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Enemies: Jedi scum - [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Cotan Sar'andor"]

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Now that some distance was created between Avacyn herself and her opponent, she was given a moment to catch her breath. It was only for a short moment, however, as Cotan went to engage once more. Then with a lunge he struck out and the woman caught the blade with her own, close to where it would reach her shoulder. Her body pivoted away from the bladelock before she let her lightsaber deactivate for a split second and with a repositioned blade a slash was sent out, her target once again being the man's midsection.

It was then when another woman showed herself and her arrival meant that the numbers advantage the Jedi once had was now not just nullified, but firmly on the side of the Sith. Avacyn needed not look at Taeli to know it was her, her presence in the Force being more than enough to identify her. "Arcanix," she called out while keeping her eyes firmly on Cotan, "how lovely of you to join us." The redhead sounded quite pleased, knowing that the duel was now theirs to lose by all accounts. "I hope they did not inflict too much damage to the library."

 

[Cotan Sar'andor]

Objective: Time for extraction
Ally: [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Frenemy: [member="Romi Jade"]
Enemies: [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]

As soon as his strike was parried, Cotan didn't waste time moving to a new position. Just as Kaalia pivoted away, he began to lift his blade to break the lock. When her weapon deactivated entirely he stepped closer to Coren, his blade whirling around in a quick parry, knocking Kaalia's newly-positioned blade wide. He stepped again, just outside the line of engagement, coming into position next to Coren. "I think it's time we retreat with the others," he muttered at Coren, pressing a button on his wrist gauntlet.

Further up in the atmosphere, his droid received the signal, and a short series of beeps emanated in response from the gauntlet. "Twenty seconds." He brought his blade up higher, ready to engage again. "I think we should make some space, don't you?" That said, he quickly gathered in the Force; then he punched his hand forward, a wave of energy blasting forth with the intent to send all three of the Sith flying backwards.

 

[Jerek Zenduu]

Location: Great Sith Library - Exterior
Equipment: How are they still wet? Jedi Padawan robes, Lightsaber, Hololink
Engaging: [member="Anden Fancelo"], [member="Micah"]
Objective: Get off this karking planet!

(Post Soundtrack: Pillars and Pyre by Dralms)​

The Sith kitten was heavier than Jerek had expected.

And perhaps it was due to being thrown about by the flood, perhaps because of the energy he had already expended allaying the Imperial, perhaps because of the weight of the Cathar boy he now carried, or perhaps it was simply due to the nature of this place that was no longer his home, but Jerek was exhausted. He felt it in every step as he jogged back outside of the library hall and into the daylight, which felt cold and harsh on his face now, far from the bright and warm sun he remembered. He felt it as he passed the flashing blades and whirling garments of the Jedi and Sith still locked in combat in the field between the library buildings. He felt it as he neared the hangar building once more, watching it loom larger and larger in his vision, mirroring his wish to rid himself of the weight of Micah on his shoulders and of this very planet on his soul.

Staying on course helped. It gave the padawan focus, a tool he had often used to rid himself of the immediate problems. His mind would gladly wander otherwise, his thoughts turning inward to question himself, his actions, his purpose. This was too important for self-doubt, however, not with what was on the line. His very life, and perhaps Micah's now, too.

Oh Force. Was the ship they came by even still there? He had taken it on faith that the Jedi would have a way offworld, but there was no telling how that would occur. The hangar was certain to be overrun now by alerted security guards and Sith —surely nobody had missed the fact that the library was under attack by now. He slowed to a stop, taking a closer look at the hangar building ahead. Sure enough his exhausted eyes had missed the manned battlements and defensive posts of the security troops now guarding the hangar, replacing and reinforcing those who had been taken care off by the initial wave of the Jedi's incursion.

For the first time that day, Jerek felt truly afraid. His chest heaved with quickened breath, his knees were weak and unsteady, and his heart pounded like a drum in his ears. Scanning ahead again, his heart fell as he realized that his path was cut off. The ships inside, the stolen one he had ridden on down to this planet among them, were all impossible to get to now, making the hangar useless.

Jerek turned around, and what he saw made his fear turn to terror.

The Imperial he had taken Micah from, who had had stunned so he could run away, was heading towards him again.

Oh Force.

He was going to die here.

 

[Romi Jade]

Ossus Sith Library​

Exterior​

Allies: [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]​

Enemies: Jedi​

Objective: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Cotan Sar'andor"]​

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Spoiler

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Her skin grew warm, and just along surface one would be able to see the flames screaming back at her. She was about to react, seeing as how she'd been engulfed in a cocoon of her own energy, she could do a last minute ditch before it dissipated completely; highly unlikely she'd absorb the kinetic aftermath of it fully though. But...before she could do anything her figure and the ground around her was absorbed in darkness...one she couldn't explain.

"You never learn."

It...was Taeli. Pushing upward, she propped herself up on her elbow as she watched the flames around them vanish, and the world come into view again. She pulled herself up, and took only a few small steps forward...coming close but still behind the Sith Lady. Her face began to twist and turn in irritation.

"how lovely of you to join us."

The three women seemingly regrouping...and the sphere of influence tipping more in their favor. "Your friends are fleeing Coren...won't you join them?" She slowly began to smirk, swaying in her stance to one side before lacing her fingers around her hip. "I can feel that fire burning inside you...the will to keep going." Her words carried a sultry tone, "Don't forget I know every part of your being. Unfortunately...today was a loss just like on Coruscant." She nodded, mocking the scenario almost.

"And you can forget about those false feelings you thought we shared..." Her nostrils flared, and her eye twitched at the thought.

"I think we should make some space, don't you?"

Her head whipped around in revelation, and she stepped into what she thought would be a sprint, but was met with the kinetic energy of Cotan's wave. She was thrown back, rising from her feet and launched just a couple of feet.

Ugh!