On the First Day of Christmas, the CIS Gave to Me...[CIS Dominion of Chroma Zed]

[Trevin Neros]

The amount of Dark Jedi around him was quite overwhelming. None the less his body continued to react and his blade continued to parry incoming attacks. He missed several close calls, one that would have ended his life for sure, and the rest would have been detrimental to his body if he had let them slide through. Time and time again, though, his training paid off and his body reacted before his body even had time to process what was happening. It was an unusual feeling, one that he enjoyed, but something he was not used to as of yet. He had always considered himself quite the warrior, but after his first few days of training, he realized just how pointless winning bar fights was in the grand scheme of things.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, he felt something wash over him. He recognized the presence as that of his master, Josiah, and though no words were spoken he knew what he had to do. Sending an elbow to the face of an attacker, Trevin grabbed him by his arm, and with a strength only accomplished through the force, he flipped the man over his shoulders and sent him into a group of dark Jedi. Turning, he sprinted in the direction of Josiah, but he felt a hot stinging sensation on his back. Almost falling to his knees and dropping his sword, he let out a large yelp, but he continued running. A lightsaber had slashed at his back and it had cut from his shoulder blade all the way to his lower back.

Sprinting to the proverbial finish line, Trevin fell to his knee right behind Josiah as he continued to battle dark Jedi, he was now safely behind his master. Panting, he dropped his sword, and he reached back to feel the cut on his back. Weakness flooded his mind as he watched his master battle so many and hardly break a sweat while he was spent from not even five minutes of fighting. How was he going to consider himself a Templar Ranger when he could not even fight apprentice level Dark Jedi? He began to doubt his selection for the Templars and thinking that he was not cut out for this kind of work. For the briefest of moments he thought back to how easy his life had been on Hypori. Then, a bit of anger resonated through him, he was no quitter and this was no exception.

Grunting, he pushed himself to his feet, clutching his sword as he stood upright. He was a Templar, an aspirant, but he was a Templar none the less. He may not have stood as strong as Josiah, but he would be damned if he was going to look weak in front of the man he had grown to respect. Returning to a position of defense, he called out to Josiah, "Nothing more than a moment of weakness." He shouted at Josiah, he was not sure if he had even witnessed the events that had transpired, but he did not care. He would defend him to the death.

@[member="Josiah Denko"]

 

[Kara Avoyos]

Kara stayed focused as they continued on down the corridor. She could hear screams for help up ahead which pretty much confirmed the creepy feelings her new friend was getting through the force. It took an enormous act of self restraint on her part to not charge headfirst through the door at the hall's end. Sure it would have been dashing and heroic, like something out of the vids, but it also would have been reckless and possibly life ending. Caution would be wise here/

"The Force telling you any more about what's behind door number one?" She asked, hoping it was just more mooks and not some sort of gigantic mountain of a man who ate intruders for breakfast. Given her usual amount of luck Garoth's answer who be that he didn't know and they would open the door to find something even worse than either of her predictions.

@[member="Garoth Do'Urden"]

 

[Onrai]

Meanwhile, on the far side of the planet, Polarine was constructing a new amphitheater. The Chromans liked them so much... Why not create the largest and grandest amphitheater on the planet as a gift from the CIS? And it was with such grandeur and splendor that the building was nearing completion, most of the prefabricated components having successfully been assembled. The facility was looking gorgeous, and in several hours, the swarm of droids would be ready to open the facility to the public for a special performance of the epic, Xim at Vontor.

"Soon, I will make enormous amounts of money the correct way..."

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Krag withdrew his lightsaber from his last victim, letting his dying form fall to the ground. The beast then noticed the Templar moving towards a holocron in the room and he followed accordingly. The beast was still fueled by the death he had just unleashed and was more than pleased that he was able to rid the galaxy of such unworthy scum. However, Krag was beginning to feel as if this whole expedition was a waste of time and if this holocron was something he could use then he was not going to let the CIS take it.

With a brisk pace he walked over to the Templar Master, disheartened as he felt the presence of the lightside circling the holocron. Blah, such a disgusting aura and scent the lightside had. Krag snorted, his good eye just now noticing the unconscious bodies around the holocron. Without a sound, Krag sent a silent blanket of ash across the unconscious forms, burning them to death within a few seconds. There was no room in this galaxy for such weakness.

 

[Onrai]

The last pieces of the amphitheater were put in place. The connection to the planetary power plant initialized as the lights and whatnot in the prefabricated building flickered to life. A small crowd cheered as the facility opened, tickets for Xim at Vontor being sold off by the dozens as the crowd began to file in. They would be treated to a spectacular show as Circe enjoyed the profits being raked in. Of course the CIS would be paid handsomely from the facility's profits.

The good cash is exactly what would be needed to make this planet perfect.

 

[Suhr]

@[member="Josiah Denko"]

She was late. Again. Suhr always seemed to be the last one anywhere, and then the first one to get caught up in trouble when she finally showed up. When Josiah's summons had reached her, she had been deeply focused on her use of Makashi - indeed, this time Suhr felt confident enough to hold a disignited Lightsaber whilst making her way through the precise movements of her chosen form. As a result, she had told the droid that brought the summons that she would be along momentarily... Whoops. came the thought.

So she ran. Josiah wasn't on the ship, she could sense it. He had a certain presence in the Force that indicated roughly where he was, and that presence was gone. On world... Again the thought crept through her mind, guiding her towards the hangar bay. With luck, there would be a pilot and a ship.

She had no luck it seemed. No pilots in the hangar she had ran to... But there! A ship! One with an astromech loaded into it. She launched her body at the fighter, clambering into its small cockpit. Automatically the droid sealed her in, so that the voids of space wouldn't rip her into stardust. Suhr sighed. She couldn't fly. Yet here she was. Fortunately she had seen others lift off before, and after what seemed like an eternity of looking, she flicked the ignition switch... And up they went. The astromech, identifying itself as Z4-H6, began to take control of the ship. Setting it for autopilot, the droid began to guide Suhr to the planet... After that... Well. Suhr would cross that bridge when she got to it.

 

[Tarrlok]

She began cleaning the wounds, disinfecting them with an mild antiseptic. It probably burned a little but she had to do it. She washed around the wounds, cleaning up any dried up blood. She used the force to nit the flesh back up closing multiple cuts, and gashes that made of up this woman's body. This was coming a long, but it was tedious.

Some cuts she had to apply moderate pressure, which probably caused the patient pain, but it was to stop the flow of blood. Though it seemed as if they were working on this woman for a long time, time had actually flown by. It was close, but this woman would survive. She applied some bacta patches to bruises, and cuts that time would surely enough handle.

Emahana smiled slightly, seeing as the most dangerous part was over, they had ensured her safety, and she would live to see many more days. She looked over at her mentor, gave her a slight nod, "She's gonna be fine, but more medical care will be given once we are off this planet just to make sure."

@[member="Feena Mason"]
@[member="Dar'jetii"]