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Joza nearly balked for a moment at the young woman’s indignant tone. She was clearly upset, but who wouldn’t be if their sister was out there in the fray somewhere? The Zeltron didn’t have any siblings, but she could only imagine that she would react the same way if one of her close friends or her father had been in the midst of some unknown danger. Then again, Zef would probably manage.

Suddenly, the blonde took off like a slingshot down the nearest sidestreet, surprising Joza with how quickly she moved in those calf-high boots for what she assumed to be a normal teenage girl. Those boots were actually pretty cute, really tied the outfit together…where did she get those? They almost looked like something out of the Thierry Aucoin spring line.

A faint, almost imperceptible warning rode on the Force, and Joza’s brows sloped downward in mild irritation. I don’t have time for this. Nevertheless, she darted behind the girl, aiming to catch up with her. Extending a palm once she was within her field of vision, the Sanctum Knight would shoot a current of air out, aiming to loop it around Ameli and drag her back a bit. Or at the very least, stop her from continuing onward. Can’t run from me in those knockoffs, honey.

“I understand that you’re upset, but you need to head to safer ground. Running off into the fray will help neither you nor your sister. Where did you last see her? I can look for her for you.” Assuming that she was hysterical and not thinking straight, Joza offered her a smile. “Wouldn’t want you to ruin that cute dress.”

[member="Ameli Trahir"]
 
Mount Meru
[member="Haytham Kaze"]

The wrists, hands and arms were always the most vulnerable parts in a sword fight. In times past, a warrior might've worn gauntlets with his metal blade. He may have even used a full basket hilt. Even a cross-guard could only offer protection to a point.

Dune's opponent parried through presence of mind. He had great awareness of even the small things. That was what made a truly talented swordsman. The Bith had to acknowledge this one's skill.

The man did something unexpected by turning and kicking. He connected with a heavy boot into Dune's ribs. The Jedi grunted and went sent staggering several paces. Dune had felt his ribs creak dangerously from the impact.

He knew his ribs would begin to bruise heavily. Only his training let him continue to breathe through the pain. But the Dark man was not unscathed either. The human was bleeding now as he threw down his cloak in a rage.

Away went the saberstaff and out came another hilt. A more standard lightsaber by appearance. Perhaps the saberstaff had been a new toy to be tested. Now it seemed the Sith was drawing even deeper on his well of anger.

"You're bleeding," Dune observed "If you but surrender, your wounds will be treated."
 

Haytham Kaze

Judge, Judgury, Judgecutioner
Mount Meru.
[member="Dune Rhur"]

Athyssius wasn't bleeding.

The SI-HD Armour was quite good at protecting against glancing strikes and shallow cuts. Which was what the strike on the side of the ribs had been. The Dark Lord of the Sith wasn't close to bleeding, it was simply a minor blemish on the otherwise untouched suit of armour that he wore.

"I'm prepared to die for what I believe in Jidai. I'll end my own life now if I believed it would bring peace to the Galaxy."

He lunged towards the Jedi Master, the distance crossed almost immediately. While he travelled, the blue beam of the lightsabre came to life, threatening to impale the Bith in the lower part of his stomach.
 
Location: Foot of Mountain > Side of Mountain
Allies: [member="Veiere Arenais"]

Once again the Sith did another attack as the earth itself quaked beneath Zator’s feet. Zator however felt it before it began happening. The sickening aura of the darkside wafted strongly from Xenro as if some eldritch manefistation. What sorcery is this?! He thought as the ground began to open threatening to engulf him. Leaping back Zator caught himself before leaping once again to snatch up his ally Veiere, he wasn’t sure the other jedi would be able to extract himself in such a situation. They both needed to leave. Preparing his body for another force empowered leap that would carry them to the edge of the mountain and away from the maw that continued to grow Zator remembered the unconscious soldier.

Thick calf muscles flexing Zator kicked off the ground sand flying as he flew across the land and scooped up the soldier before pouncing away. Zator had never seen the force used in such a way and the amount of energy used in the manipulation of the earth itself had to have been incredibly draining. If it wasn’t Zator would have to reconsider his options next time he faced Xenro, maybe an orbital bombardment would be better when dealing with him.

One thick palm reaching out Zator found purchase on the side of the mountain where he clung on tightly having the perfect view of Xenro’s manipulations. It probably would’ve been terrifying to Xenro if he had feared death, but it was off settling how one had the power to control such a thing. “Our fight is done for now. If you would call in a pick up.” Zator said to Veire. The jedi couldn’t realistically do anything as he clung to the mountain supporting the bodies of two full grown men. More than most could do but still required concentration on his part.
 
Location: Hanging from the mountainside >.>
Allies: [member="Zator Carr"]

Veiere had been snapped up from the desert floor so fast that the air had been thrust from his lungs and he coughed as the larger of the two carried him as if he were a ragdoll; disbelief was rife in the moment though it slowly eased and his concentration on the area around them took priority, swaying in the violent sprint of the Toff, just being able to make out the desert floor that seemed to be collapsing in on itself behind them.

The sudden shift in momentum and their weightless ascension as the Toff lept from the ground of Deneba caused his stomach to lurch, feeling as if it had disappeared if not only for a second before they both collided into the side of the mountain and Zator caught themselves on the edge of the overhang. Climbing up against the Toff's arm, Veiere wasted no time in making the jump with aid of the force to make the ledge and steady himself upon it. Glancing over the edge, he watched as the maelstrom of sand swallowed everything in its path; never before had he seen a Sith take such control of the natural structure of a planet and wield it to his purpose. Xenro was clearly one of the most prominent users in the Dark Side that Veiere had come across and looking back, he was fortunate that Zator had come to his aid when he had, without his large friend, Veiere might not have survived the encounter. "I would help you up, but I fear my arm would tear from its socket...." He spoke somewhat lightly, relieved that Zator had saved his life, appreciative of this, he wasted no time in reaching for the commlink that the Trooper had possessed.

Calling for the Chimaera, Veiere spoke into the hand-held communications device. "This is Veiere, myself and Master Carr are in need of immediate evacuation. The area has destabilized and our objective has been secured..." The objective being those within the Jedi Enclave, something that had been reported to him and in the violence of the warefare, he'd not even got within eyes view of the building; "The enemy seems to have left and all looks clear, we are waiting at these co-ordinates..." He lowered the device and soon sent through their location across the vector of the planet, a tactical overlook of Deneba up within the command center of the Chimaera would see their position pinpointed and soon met with the aid of reinforcements and an exit strategy.

It wouldn't be long before they were both being taxi'd back to the command ship and out of the immediate fight.

((With [member="Zator Carr"]'s permission, this post is serving as the departing of both played characters from the thread.))
 
Location: Meru City streets, Meru City
Objective: Fight Harley
Allies: GR & friends
Enemies: [member="Harley"]
Equipment: lightsaber, lanvorok, tabard, FastFlesh medpac

Travot watched as the woman lit up a pair of red lightsabers. His eyes briefly fell upon their fiery glow as she struck them into the street. Red...probably a Sith then...and a dangerous opponent. He kept his eyes on her as she approached him, taking note of her song. He quickly realized that the pain he had felt earlier was returning. Perhaps it has something to do with her singing? A sith chant or sorcery of some sort? He didn't know, as much as he focused on the end goals of his action, he couldn't help but notice that the pain, though somewhat reduced by his meditation, was continuing to spread across his body. He grimaced. If it's an incantation of some sort, perhaps she needs her concentration for it to work...Without much thought, he triggered his lanvorok as she rolled forward. A trio of circular blades flew at the woman's form in a diagonal spread. His left hand slid several centimeters to the right to grasp the bottom of his saber's hilt, forming a solid two-handed grip.

He closed his eyes, trusting in the Force and the inherent reflexes developed by his arduous training in Soresu to guide his actions. Starting from the classic center guard of Soresu, he moved his blade in a tight arc around his body towards where he felt the enemy's blade would appear.


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Objective: Cause Mayhem and ram the prison gate
Allies: The Black Empire
Enemy: The Republic and there cruel ways, [member="Travot Ravenna"] :)
Equipment: Hide Armour, two red lightsabers, two woe bringers and a speeder bike
Note: I am now a Knight, and new tags have come.

As she rolled towards her opponent, she heard something snapped and fired at her, she was unsure what but boy did it hurt. She did not see what hit her, but she took a hit to her ribs. The disc hit her rib cage on left hand side, and may cracked couple of them as it bounced of her. This caused her roll to fail, and she fell flat on the pavement. She grabbed her ribs, that may have just been broken. Her eyes started to go Yellow and not in the mellow way, she felt rage coming into her. She was not going behind bars again, not now not ever. She started to get on her feet, and then she shouted at him in anger almost rage YOU'RE DEAD MEAT! She was getting into a position to leap at him, and she would be using both her lightsabers to try and decapitate him. She started to only see him, as her anger and rage began to consume her.
 
[member="Haytham Kaze"]
Mt. Meru

It was back into the fray with that brief interlude. Dune found it quite interesting that this man eschewed the traditional crimson crystal. Was he a Jedi at one point? Fallen Jedi could make truly fervent Sith adepts.

The thrust at his abdomen was hard and fast. He had to side-step as he guided the sapphire beam away. Nothing this aggressor did was the least bit timid. But then a lesser thrust might've opened him up for a counter.

Taking a risk meant no room for holding back. Commit or die. One could even argue that it was better to die trying than not at all. It was an oddly Jedi sentiment for a Sith or Sith for a Jedi.
 

Haytham Kaze

Judge, Judgury, Judgecutioner
[member="Dune Rhur"]
Mt. Meru.

There was a quick movement to the side from the Bith. The thrust missed, but he continued forwards in a somersault, tucking his large form into a smaller, yet still large circular looking form. When he came out of it he slashed to the side of the Jedi's leg, not enough to actually cut the whole leg off, but enough to cut a chunk out of it that would make it hard for him to continue maneuvering.

Suffer.

He thought darkly.

But it wasn't only the slash that came for the Bith, from above and hopefully unnoticed due to the plasma beam threatening to cut into him, his armoured leg had lifted and was arcing towards the Bith's sizeable head. He meant to kick him into the ground. To stand above the Jedi Master. To lord his victory over him before he ended his life. His movements were quick, surprisingly acrobatic for someone of his size, even more so was the speed he executed the motions.
 
Gear in signature.
Location: City of Meru, Deneba
Allies: [member="Cyril Grayson"], [member="Vorian Adasca"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Darth Prazutis"]

Well, okay, maybe he had a point. Marrying one of the Zambrano sons wasn't a wise choice in the least, especially given what the rest of the family was like. But the wedding rings had already been bought - off the black market - and they were already wed, however unofficially. It was too late to turn back now, and besides, Keira didn't exactly regret it. Sure, there were some things she would undoubtedly change, but most marriages included such things. Although perhaps they didn't include such violent family feuds. Then again, that tended to happen when one's in-laws were nothing short of a dynasty of Sith. Okay, maybe marrying Slade was a worse choice than she had thought.

Everything about her sixth sense screamed danger in the seconds before he darted towards her, orange raising to meet crimson in a shower of sparks. He had both reach and strength on her unprecedentedly, but she had the agility and speed, two things her fighting style prized. The rest of it she would make work on improvisation alone, as she always did. And for now that meant being on the defensive. Her blade never quite met his directly, instead sliding past it in order to avoid expending unnecessary energy to block strikes that would break past her defense easily regardless. This was a momentary compromise.

When his next swing came her way she would slide just past it, pushing outwards with the Force in an attempt to take the legs out from under the Sith, hopefully capitalizing on the underhanded move in a flurry of strikes directed towards his face and throat. A fair fight was one already lost, and she didn't believe in anything of the sort to begin with. Of course, she didn't expect the tactic to work perfectly, but every bit helped. Besides, she was confident in her ability to hold her own. Bigger they are, harder they fall.
 
[member="Haytham Kaze"]
Mt. Meru

The winds had begun to pick up on the mountain side. On it were grains of sand in ever greater amounts. It was just a trickle at first. Then it became annoying and then gradually blinding.

Dune swept his blade low to intercept the attack. The blades crashed and hissed but he wasn't so fortunate with the head kick. He heard it coming with his sensitive auditory organs. That gave him enough to to shift.

It unfortunately could only negate some of the impact. The glancing blow still reverberated throughout his skull. The sound reminded him of a rubber ball bouncing on duracrete. His vision swam as he staggered back.

It was blind instinct that instructed his next move. He'd previously noticed the increasing sands from below on the gusts of wind. He grabbed through the Force and began to hurl a great blast of it at he human....
 
Location: City of Meru, Deneba
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Arkaitz Zambrano"] | @Mór-rioghain
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Vorian Adasca"] | [member="Cyril Grayson"]
Other: [member="Ashmedai"] [member="Aram Kalast"]
Gear:
Tremors through the force alerted Prazutis of the rippling wave of energy surging towards him, and the crushing force trying to snap bone. Immediately after the motion sensors of his armor flashed in alarm, the wave shown in red on the mini-map of the area around the small fighting group. The pineal sensors and micro-cameras in his helmet displayed clear as day the targets behind him now trying to bring him down. As the force came crushing down on his neck with deadly intent Prazutis fed off of the anger and rage, and brought up a shield of force energy, allowing the mans crushing force to slam into its powerful wall protecting his neck.

The Dark Titan with the slight bend of his knees launched himself into the air and spun around activating his jump pack. The powerful eruption of its thrusters carrying his body further into the air avoiding the wave of force energy and allowing him to put in clear view the new threats. Prazutis briefly let his lightsaber go and quickly reached down, pulling two AFG fragmentation grenades off his belt making use of the tarketing system, he launched the grenades straight for the two new arrivals. Prazutis commanded the lightsaber into his hand, the crimson blade coming to life with a snap hiss. The Dark Titan would move towards these new arrivals to cut them down.
 
Location: Meru City streets, Meru City
Objective: Fight Harley
Allies: GR & friends
Enemies: [member="Harley"]
Equipment: lightsaber, lanvorok, tabard, FastFlesh medpac

Travot slowly stepped away from the prone Sith knight, expecting it to be some sort of ploy to ensnare him. He briefly closed his eyes to concentrate on her presence, but he did not feel her essence fading away as in the case of someone who dying. He felt a bead of sweat of run down his arm to slide in between his fingers to linger on his spunplast hilt. But she rose up, seeming even fiercer than she was before. Travot readied himself for the inevitable onslaught, bring his saber up in a diagonal guard position, with his hilt at roughly his right abdomen and the blade extending just past the left half of his head. From this position, he hoped to be able to block or deflect any attack thrown at him. His emerald-colored eyes briefly made contact with her gleaming eyes before she suddenly leaped at him. He blinked. An ataru user, perhaps? He shook the thoughts away from his head as he focused on countering her incoming attack.
 
Objective: Cause Mayhem and ram the prison gate
Allies: The Black Empire
Enemy: The Republic and there cruel ways, [member="Travot Ravenna"] :)
Equipment: Hide Armour, two red lightsabers, two woe bringers and a speeder bike
Note: I am now a Knight, and new tags have come.

She was now in a state of full force rage, this came naturally to her being slightly insane and psychotic. She then jumped at him, she muttering as she did, but her words where not coherent. Her lightsabers flashed around trying knock him down, and kill him. She had no defence, but her armour everything was attack attack attack. Her speed strength and pain barriers where all better now she was in a rage, she could no longer feel broken ribs. Though when she finally comes out of it, she will be on one hell painful place.
 
Location: Meru City streets, Meru City
Objective: Fight Harley
Allies: GR & friends
Enemies: [member="Harley"]
Equipment: lightsaber, lanvorok, tabard, FastFlesh medpac

Vibrant turquoise and scarlet light colored the pair as their blades danced about them. [member="Harley"]'s blades bore down on him in merciless flurry. Travot gritted his teeth as his saber tilted to one side, just in time to block one of the sith's attacks. As he did so, that blade seemed to retreat just as her other one advanced. If Harley was all offense, Travot was all defense. He wove his blades around him the tight arcs of Soresu, blocking and deflecting attacks as best as he could, though he wondered if it would be enough. His tabard had already caught two glancing blows that would have certainly burned into his flesh if it was not present. He found his feet frequently moving backwards under her heavy assault. So it becomes of endurance and skill...can I outlast my opponent until she makes a mistake? That thought did not comfort him. As Harley's assault continued, Travot moved his left forearm, covered by his cortosis-impregnated lanvorok, to block one of her strikes.
 
Objective: Cause Mayhem and ram the prison gate
Allies: The Black Empire
Enemy: The Republic and there cruel ways, [member="Travot Ravenna"] :)
Equipment: Hide Armour, two red lightsabers, two woe bringers and a speeder bike
Note: I am now a Knight, and new tags have come.

She was driving him back, and all she could see was him. She was in state full force rage. The broken ribs meant nothing to her, defence meant nothing to her. He blocked one her blades, with a cortosis lanvorok a old sith weapon. Her lightsaber instantly shorted out as he did, did this phase her no. She then tried using that lightsaber a club instead, she was not stopping her attacks, she would not wearing out. The dark side of the force was consuming her, she did not know any better but let it. When she comes out of this, she will ache like no other. Though that will be later, once she calm down.
 
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Spaceport
[member="Joza Perl"]

She had been cleaning up, the things here and the lack of real importance to some of their action brought up when she was fighting sensing more of the beings around. She had moved through the spaceport getting different feelings before she looked towards the desert and the fight that was going out in the desert when she started walking allowing the creatures she had brought up and the animals being controlled to finish with the faceless soldiers that were trying to kill things. She was sensing the jedi around the spaceport. By now it was looking like the minimal population that had been left on the world were evaced if they hadn't been killed to do something. She was letting the force wrap around as the spell she built up arced out with small black tendrils.
 
Location: Meru City streets, Meru City
Objective: Fight Harley
Allies: GR & friends
Enemies: [member="Harley"]
Equipment: lightsaber, lanvorok, tabard, FastFlesh medpac

She's not one to let up, is she? The thought quickly bounced away as his whipped his saber around to barely block another one of [member="Harley"]'s slashes. Despite the temporary loss of one of her sabers, the Sith Knight continued to beat him back, though Travot found the pace somewhat easier to manage. While she continued to use her disabled saber as a club, it didn't quite have the reach of a saber's blade. Perhaps just as importantly, it was something that he could potentially cut with his blade to permanently disable it. He felt a sudden sharp pain across his left thigh where she had managed to swat him with her disabled saber's hilt. He let out an expiratory grunt. I guess that's the reason why police still use batons...Time to mix this up a bit...

He swatted her saber blade one more time, but as he did so he sidestepped to his left to give him just enough distance to quickly change his stance. The low-center gravity position of Soresu transformed into the elegant en gard of Makashi. His shoulders faced her, with his right foot pointed directly at her, but his left foot slightly angled away it. His left arm dangled behind his torso to act as a counterbalance to his right arm, which pointed his blade at her in a classical fencer's stance. Travot highly doubted that Harley would oblige herself by running into his blade, but it put some distance between his body and her's. In doing so, Travot hoped to remain out of reach from her newfound club. The susevfian readied his blade to parry Harley's next attack...
 

Alyona Volkovna (Алёна)

Алёна Вохин (Light of the Voxyn)
Location: Mount Meru, Jedi Temple...Meru City, Alleyway
Allies: [member=Bryn'jarr Astaris] | [member=Ashmedai]?
Enemies: Agents of Evil


Neither Alyona's visage nor body language betrayed any thought or emotion in response to Ashmedai's words. His discourse was rife with simple truths, anecdotes on violence and the ever-changing nature of sentient life and society. His was an analysis of civilization that had stood for millennia, and catered to those idealistic minds that favored upheaval and drastic change. Alyona could not speak for Ashmedai himself, though the more positively-minded Sith Alyona had encountered in her time often used the concept of the greater good to justify violent revolution or the destruction of societies. These were not sentiments Alyona could bring herself to share. If violence begat violence, then violent conflict would solve nothing. Neither would taking up arms against the Republic, which had done more than its fair share of providing and protecting the people of the Galaxy within its reach.
Thrice now Ashmedai had mentioned Jedi genocide, and Alyona grew increasingly perturbed. Responsibility for the events at Ruusan was shared in equity by the Silver Jedi and the Sith, though it had been Sith that opened the Netherworld portal and swallowed myriad living souls. The Silvers had indeed invaded Ruusan, though Sith ideologues had made history by pillaging peaceful populations and she could hardly blame the Jedi for reacting so strongly to a Sith organization cropping up in their neighborhood.
People, of course, chose to see whatever supported their narrative, yet the Republic hadn't even been involved in that conflict. Alyona understood that pushing the burden solely onto the Silvers served the purpose of painting the Triumvirate a rising star, but it had nothing to do with the Republic, or Deneba. And the Triumvirate was suspected of having connections to the slaughter wrought by the Black Tie Syndicate on Mimban recently. Despite these faults in her adversary's expressed thoughts Alyona remained silent for the time being.
She wanted to listen to the man, learn about his perspective on as many things as possible, though the stances he was presenting Alyona had heard floating through the discourse regarding GR relations with foreign entities for ages. The One Sith had, time and again, invaded and conquered Republic worlds, all the while denouncing the Republic as aggressors and war-mongers. Still, Alyona understood; entities such as the One Sith could only survive on violence, they used the excuse of personal empowerment to fuel war campaigns that traversed the Galaxy and back again.

Alyona sighed and shook her head; this was only leading toward the same tired circles of discussion she'd encountered before. There had to be a way to switch gears and Ashmedai himself provided one as he inquired after the Republic's interest in Deneba. Alyona was opening her mouth to respond when the wind whipped up to speed drastically, tugging at her clothes and abrading her naked skin. With no warning aside from the order to hold her breath, the Sith Lord moved to her side; as she sensed no malice in his presence in the Force, Alyona made no attempt to avoid him as he wrapped a powerful arm around her waist. His grip grew tight against her leather belt and she felt the inertia as Ashmedai reached for and connected with Bryn. Alyona's hazel eyes caught Bryn'jarr's own as the world around them seemed to vanish in a blanket of white.

Instantaneously, Alyona found herself stepping through the white and into a dark-walled alleyway, her heeled boots clacking dully on the ferrocrete ground as she retook control of herself. The wind whipped through her hair, setting her ashen locks loose from their light braid. She reached out to steady herself and Bryn, placing a hand on his shoulder as Ashmedai threw himself against the nearby wall to catch his breath. His chest was heaving, and Alyona could see the energy that he'd sacrificed transporting them from the mountain top.
His cryptic words, "This is but the beginning..." Alyona barely caught over the sound of her own released breath. She glanced at Bryn'jarr, ensuring he was unarmed. Neither of them were. Stepping to the rue's mouth, Alyona looked in the direction of the mountaintop. She'd known the battles raging around them were heating up, but the Sith Lord must have picked up on something coming that she hadn't sensed. The mountain's peak was currently surrounded in a mass of swirling dust and debris. It reminded her briefly of the sandstorms on Jakku that continued to feast on the skeletal remains of vessels long passed.

"My Lord..." Alyona breathed, somewhat winded herself by the rush of it all. "I must thank you." She said to him, turning away from the mountain and returning to the man's side. He was already recovering, and for a slight moment, Alyona reflected on how ripe the time was to strike. She glanced at Bryn, but otherwise didn't make a move, other than to cross her arms and step passed the Sith Lord as she decided now was the moment to go on the intellectual offensive.

Alyona could hardly keep the small smile from her lips. It was not an unkind or condescending one, but a smile of pride. "We came for the same reason we arrive at any new world: We were invited."
Alyona took a deep breath and prepared to explain. "My Lord, I'm afraid many people lack a comprehensive understanding of how the Republic functions. When a world desires membership, and the benefits thereof, they make a plea to the Galactic Senate, whom reviews it, and decides whether or not to accept. If they do, the world is inducted, and our governments brought into union. From there, the Republic sends military forces industry officials to provide security and establish the trade and general infrastructure of whatever system or world we have adopted."

Alyona rubbed her hand against her forehead. "Our reasons for adopting this world are fairly innocuous. Deneba's small population expressed a willingness to participate more fully in Republic markets, and the Meru Enclave provided another place of study for the Jedi." At this point, she felt slightly exasperated, as she struggled to understand how such things could be seen as so evil.

"For every world we accept, we find ourselves defending five others, my Lord." Alyona's tone grew more firm, more aggressive. "What is a government supposed to do in a Galaxy where rabid monsters seek to murder and slay for no reason other than their own enjoyment? And now these monsters have armies, and fleets and can extend their reach to the stars beyond! They strike from darkness, killing innocents, putting blood out on the streets of Republic worlds, and you look to us as if we are somehow to blame for a millennia-long conflict instigated by those who seek violence on a whim?"

Alyona set her jaw, crossing her arms over her chest. "No, my Lord, the Republic is not the enemy here, nor on any other world that joins us of their own free will. You say we have proven ineffective, and yet how are we expected to provide for our people when under continuous onslaught by your murderous progenitors? Yutan will provide you an adequate example, I hope." Alyona took a moment to calm her thoughts. "Yutan requested membership within the Republic specifically in the hope of routing out and ending a cult of Force Sensitives that spent their nights murdering innocent people and strewing their entrails in the streets. Their people wanted answers, and protection, and we provided them with this." Alyona sighed, leaning against the wall next to Ashmedai. "Look, for every murderer you name I can give you a saint, my Lord, so there's no use arguing back and forth in that manner. You say you are here to help, for which I am grateful, but in pursuit of enforcing our own ideals we cannot forget what to expect of others. Expect the Republic to be wary of you, and perhaps even lash out, given the right motivation. If this attack on Deneba is not quashed and the true culprits identified and held responsible, it is very likely that your Triumvirate may take the blame, and then we will have needless war between our two peoples." Alyona turned and spat onto the ground. "And for nothing more than what amounts to a clerical error."

Here, the young woman made a clear intellectual stand. "Ideology aside, we both seem to agree that spilling innocent blood is a crime, even when done in response to previous killing. I feel there are a few other tenets we might concur on as well, such as the enslavement of sentient beings and freedom of thought. So let us focus solely on these tenets for now and use them to form the basis of a relationship between the Jedi of the Republic, and the Sith of your Triumvirate. This, my Lord, is an entirely possible goal."
 

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