Organic Energy [Outer Rim Coalition and Jedi Praxeum]

[Kahne Porte]

Manas
En Route to Todor River Valley

Time seemed to be so short these days. The Jedi's ship left hyperspace and he brought his hand up for a few moments as he dismissed his Astro droid for a moment who seemed to think that coming here was a very bad idea. Contrary to popular belief this is where he was needed, A sithspawn issued had been brought up here around these parts and he followed suit as several other Alliance in exile members were to be on their way here if not here already.

The Jedi had with him a small group of exiled members, several soldiers that had escaped with Kahne off of Lothal. Kahne figured they could use all the help they could get, they were all in this together and to survive that would be essential. "We are about to enter the atmosphere, send a message to [member="Coren Starchaser"] see if he's got any further information on what exactly we are up against."

The Jedi motioned for one of his fellow members to make the call, hopefully he had arrived already.

[member="Mishel Noren"] [member="Cambria Zadira"] [member="Romi Jade"]

 

[Shia Kryze]

Shia rolled her eyes, not that anyone could see that behind her visor, but there was a definitely something to her stance that conveyed amused irritation as she double checked the shatter rifle on her shoulder, latched her own saber (dark, not light) into position and followed Mishel with careful steps.

"We're not eight, and this isn't a field trip to see some wildlife." She remarked back, the smile audible in her voice, before giving Coren a respectful nod. "Master Jedi."

She did not seem at all uneasy in her present company, despite the obvious reasons she might have for doing so. Technically, no peace existed between... well, her, in the body of second to Manda'lor, and the ORC. But Shia wasn't very good on technicalities, and she wasn't entirely sure what her role in the Mandalorian Empire was at this precise moment either.

But hey, hunting Sithspawn! She'd never gotten the chance, and while abominations of nature didn't really count as 'game' in her book, it was both in a good cause and... well... okay, fine. It was more time with Mishel. Ugh. You're going sappy, supercommando.

[member="Mishel Noren"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Turin Val Kur"] @Cambria Yadira​

 

[Mav Halo]

With the TENGER TRIBE​

[member="Ember Farseer"] | [member="Verana"]​

Verena might have been adequately prepared, but Anais certainly wasn’t ready for this. After the catastrophe that was their mission to Coruscant, the thought of being out in the field again, against unknown horrors no less, was almost more than the young padawan could stand to bare. The weight of the lightsaber alone felt like a millstone around her neck. Her hands nervously straying towards it out of a sense of comfort, yet paradoxically always shying away from it at the last second at the memories it invariably conjured forth. Of the bloody and mindless purpose it had been used for what seemed only days ago.

Yet, for whatever reason, Ember believed she was ready. Putting his faith in her once more and expecting her to rise to the challenge. She couldn’t fail him, not again. Not after…

She swallowed the lump in her throat, turning her attention to the conversation.

“The reports have been scattered and fragmented at best.” Her gaze flickered between Verana and [member="Felicity Skye"] as she approached, answering the unusual attempt at a curtsy with a strained smile that didn’t quite reach those troubled amber eyes. “But most paint a picture of some sort of monster. Sharp teeth, razor claws, deadly saliva. Nothing that matches what you would expect to find in the region, and definitely nothing that normally would be found in packs and... Hunting... like this.”

From the few she’d met thus far, the Nasvalo seemed like a proud people with a long standing hunter tradition. If they were looking to the outside for help, swallowing their pride, it must be serious indeed. Judging from the forces that had arrayed themselves so quickly, it was a thought obviously shared by both the Coalition and Alliance as well.

“We don't have precise numbers on what we're expecting, but judging from how wide spread the reports have been, this has to be an intentional attack of some kind. Although with what motive…”

She shrugged helplessly.

It seemed to be senseless violence for the pure sake of it.

Just like Coruscant.

 

[Koda Fett]

lol soz conflicting stuff here amirite - thnx for the likes tho )))​

 

[Romi Jade]

MANAS​

The Tenger Tribe​

WITH:[member="Jace Khel"] [member="Aten Ramses"]​

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Spoiler

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She caught her next step, turning so that she'd match the pace of the boys "For now, I think it's best we stick around here." She said releasing what air she had, "At least...until nightfall. We'll plan our next move then."

If they'd gone over nothing, one lesson they always came back around to was that things were always subject to change. Being able to quickly assess was a natural trait of hers, and she was hoping to foster it even just a bit when training her own students; so they had a pool large enough to take from.

A light feeling on her core was enough for her to realize [member="Coren Starchaser"] was around these parts somewhere; she signaled that with a brief glance in numerous directions. She assumed they'd run into one another soon, it was almost inevitable whenever they were in proximity of one another.

Her head whipped around, smiling "I suppose you could say that." she playfully responded to [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"] "Romi Jade. Good to finally put a face to the name. I've heard it here and there. Nice to meet you."

So others were arriving.

[member="Mishel Noren"] | [member="Cambria Zadira"] | [member="Ember Farseer"] | [member="Felicity Skye"] | [member="Turin Val Kur"] | [member="Verana"] | [member="Anais Auraeli"]

 

[Cassus Stoma]

MANAS​

TENGER TRIBE​

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The Padawan didn't seem entirely focused on the now, especially the words of his Master. His brow was furrowed, forming a squint as the sun bared down upon him. Each foot of his seemed to be caught in the sand beneath his feet, kicking up a certain amount of it with each step he took. Jace's mind wandered with curiosity. Each planet was a new adventure, despite the danger that came with it. This one was sure full of surprises, proving the case with the Sithspawn that were to inevitably arrive. He had the means to defend himself, however. Hopefully that and camaraderie was enough.

Jace glanced over his shoulder once Romi made her suggestion, but one that he was bound to accept as an order. Perhaps one more positively presented. He hadn't quite noticed Arcanus just yet, and thus turned back to face the Tribe. "How long do you think that'll b-." Cut short right at the end. Apparently others were showing up, and Jace's impatience thrust itself outwards in that moment too.

Patience wasn't his strongest trait, it seemed.

[member="Romi Jade"] - [member="Aten Ramses"] - [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"]

 

[Zef Halo]

TENGER TRIBE
MANAS

Gas mask? Odd. Had Alden not taught her the- Nevermind. Better safe than sorry. Ember shakes his head mentally before nodding at her.

"Very well, Vera. We-" He begins but Felicity's appearance beats him up to it. "Felicity." Ember returns her greeting her with a nod.

He has met her a few times in the Praxeum and together they infiltrated the Citadel but Ember had barely had any other contact with her beyond that. What he heard was she was a very knowledgeable scholar. Not that it was her fault, clearly the opposite. Farseer had stuck to himself after Coruscant evading social contact with anyone, not even with Anais and that's where he found his mistake. That's why he braves to bring her with him here today. They had to overcome the tragedy that occurred there.

"We-" Once more he starts but the day really isn't agreeing with him today as Anais cuts in to answer Vera and Felicity's concerns. "Thank you, Anais." He notices her changes after Coruscant much clearly here on Manas far from the safety of the Praxeum. Wishing with regret he reacted differently after the nightmare on Coruscant, his eyes linger longer on the young padawan.

But hope in her and generally the Jedi was what he would lose last.

"That's all we know so far and it could be anything, yet. My knowledge of Manas is scarce at best, too." The Jedi admits with a sigh before looking around the settlement which bustled with life thanks to the arrival of the many protectors. The natives looks were unsettling. "What I know is that whatever these beasts are wouldn't be our only, or even biggest problem. The people are uneasy with so many of us. The Alliance troopers aren't really helping too." Ember turns his eyes back to the three Jedi before him. "I'd prefer if we didn't remain in the confines of the settlement. Rather we go to the outskirts. Keep the place visible but our presence invisible."

It makes sense to him. Apparently the Nasvalo seem more unsettled at the presence of so many foreigners on their land rather than the potential Sithspawn trouble and Ember doesn't blame them.

"If you've got other ideas, let me know. Otherwise, let's move."

[member="Verana"] [member="Felicity Skye"] [member="Anais Auraeli"]

 

[Warchief Waddles]

Nodding his head Aten’s gaze took in the entirety of the camp, so many Jedi had arrived. This was a sight that Aten had never thought he’d see during his years of traveling with Kol. So many jedi gathered in one place, all he’d heard about before were how the Jedi had splintered into numerous groups each taking to their own corner of space in disagreement with the other. That wasn’t the way of the light, at least it wasn’t in Aten’s eyes. If anything, all the jedi should stand together, stand as one unified force in defending those whom couldn’t do so themselves. Idealistic, foolish, naïve, all things Aten had been called for his view on the galaxy and the way things should be, but isn’t that what they said about the Rebel Alliance when it stood against the Galactic Empire?

Remaining silent standing behind Romi, Aten looked around his master taking Arcanus. Ajedi he’d only knew of through reputation even then that hadn’t been too much. Aten had been too disconnected from the galactic scene to know all of the Jedi’s accomplishments but they very likely easily overshadowed his own. Eyes cutting over to Jace, Aten’s head tilted slightly. The other padawan always seemed so serious, so deep in contemplation. Was that the way Aten was expected to act as well?

Leaning over slightly, voice barely above a whisper just enough for Jace to hear. “Everything alright man?” It was a shame Quvox hadn’t been able to join the two on this mission if anything Jace probably felt more comfortable divulging whatever afflicted his mind.

[member="Jace Khel"], [member="Romi Jade"]

 

[Farah]

OOC: If I miss any tags, let me know! Sorry in advance if I do. I will be DMing the Tenger Tribe and Cerbera will be handling the Todor Valley.

Location: Tenger Tribe
Tags: [member="Turin Val Kur"] [member="Cambria Zadira"] [member="Ember Farseer"] [member="Verana"] [member="Felicity Skye"] [member="Anais Auraeli"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"] [member="Jace Khel"] [member="Aten Ramses"]

The villagers were uneasy with the amount of outsiders that had come to their villages and did their best to ignore the strange men and women with odd clothing and metallic coverings. They chattered away in Basic, a language that sounded foreign to native ears. Perhaps a few of them, younger Nasvalo who’d journeyed past the mountains and into larger towns and cities would be able to decipher a few words and phrases. The fact that an even greater threat loomed in the darkness led the tribe to ignore the newcomers and not outright attack them. Perhaps if they proved to be trustworthy and deal with the demonic threat plaguing the mountains, they’d find the natives a tad more welcoming.

Night swept quickly over the village, fires were extinguished and families were herded inside. Doors were closed, reinforced with whatever they had in case the outsiders fell to the attackers. Without the chatter and steady hum of village life, everything seemed too still.

The wind shifted, rustling leaves and carrying the faint sounds of footsteps. Multiple footsteps crunching quickly onto the dried brush of the forest, moving with haste…away from the village?

Scenario 1:
A pair of screams erupted not far from the village followed by the wails of several children. A family had sought to flee the threat rather than stay barricaded in their home. In moving to higher ground, they’d encountered a group of half a dozen snarling chotgor. The mother huddled over her small children, trying her best to gather them all under her while the father let out a war cry and brandished a spear. He jabbed the bladed weapon furiously at the beasts, brow crinkled in a mix of frustration and panic. He gutted one in the stomach, but three others took the opportunity to attack him from the sides—one at each arm and another at his left leg. As the chotgor sank their teeth into his flesh, the man let out a gasp and dropped his weapon, sinking to his knees. He let out a pained groan, head bobbing from side to side as the energy was leeched straight from his body. Meanwhile, the two remaining chotgor encroached on what remained of the frightened brood.

Scenario 2:
The same beasts would appear along the perimeter of the village. They were not stealthy, snarling and gnashing their teeth as they searched fervently for their next meal but they were very quick. Could they smell the blood of humans? Detect the life force of living things somehow? Either way, any animals caught in the crossfire would be similarly drained of life. To illustrate this point, a pen of hardy mountain chickens on the edge of the village was ripped open, sending panicked poultry streaming in all directions. The chotgor responsible grabbed a chicken by its neck and the bird produced an awful mix of a cluck and a scream as the beast opened its mouth to take a one-size-fits-all bite. Suddenly, a stick came out of nowhere and whacked the chotgor on the head. A boy of only 10 or 11, likely a shepherd in training of some sort had rushed out to defend his family’s precious livestock. The chotgor looked stunned for a moment, taken aback by the blow before letting out a rabid snarl and lunging at the boy.

Scenario 3:
At another end of the village, a chotgor had managed to slip through a poorly boarded window of a home comprised mostly of wood and straw. Terrified shrieks sounded from within the house, a candle was knocked over and the hut was set ablaze. The hut’s roof would go up in flames as thick smoke poured from the windows and door, all of them boarded to protect from the beasts with the exception of the small one that had been broken.

Scenario 4:
The largest home in the village adequately belonged to the largest family—a family of 14. About a dozen chotgor clawed furiously at the home’s barricaded windows and wooden door, eager to break down the obstacles in their way and feed on the humanoids inside. The barriers began to splinter and weaken and between the cracks one could see the family huddled inside, frozen with terror and panic written on their faces.

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Location: Manu Café, Sel, Manas
Tags: [member="Cerbera"]

“Darling? I didn’t think we were that close.” Farah snorted. She liked Cerbera but had never been one for pet names. Unless it was her dogs. The Zeltron was 100% a dog person and owned a pair of Corellian Shepherds who were babied constantly.

She sipped her latte slowly with a hum of agreement for her sentiment. “With no small amount of work. That antibiotic took longer than it should have.” Such was the way with science. Sometimes things took a bit longer.

“After tonight they should harvest enough energy to power a star destroyer.” It was unclear whether she was joking or not. In truth, it wouldn’t be very lucrative to just have these beasts suck the life out of their victims. An energy farm had been on Farah’s mind ever since she’d taken a sample of the bacteria on Kashyyyk. Strap the enemies of the Empire in, expose them to the bacteria and a source of nourishment at the same time and collect a constant stream of filtered energy.

But yeah, this was totally necessary.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Todor River Valley​

[member="Janick Beauchamp"] | [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Mishel Noren"]​

It wouldn't be long before those coming into range of the valley would overhear a distress signal.

If they cross-referenced it with a map of the area, they would be able to pin-point its location... one of the smaller villages not far away from the forest. The everglades dark, only darkening as the sun disappeared behind the horizon. There was no message in that distress signal. Just static that was interrupted by what seemed like disembodied gargling.

Any engineer worth their salt would be able to reattune the frequency of their comms though.

It would extract a voice repeating the same message over and over again: "Coming- they- coming- Com-" It repeated without an end to it, the words meshing together without pause.

Maybe they were already dead.

Maybe the Jedi had an opportunity to save whoever the voice belonged to and the village itself. Who knew? They'd have to hurry though.

 

[Verana]

[member="Ember Farseer"] // [member="Anais Auraeli"] // [member="Felicity Skye"]​

[member="Farah"]​

There was an attempted smile that beamed at Felicity as she approached the group. It wasn’t a proper smile, but it was something the came pretty close given the circumstances in which they met. Standing next to Anais it was hard not to notice the nervous tick. The way her hand kept reaching for her saber before retracting and then repeating it all over again. It worried Vera, she wouldn’t lie about that. If Anais wasn’t ready, or if she wasn’t comfortable then she could be a danger to herself. An effort would be made to be close-by in case things went south.

“This reminds me of when me and Alden investigated a murder case together. The one that brought me to the Praxeum.” Vera frowned. “I don’t even want to think about how this has affected the people in the village.”

Eyes wandered around the area and the way people seemed to look at the strangers that had come to their aid. The distrust and caution was evident. Isolation did that to people and Vera actually had a very good idea of what that was like for a change.

“I mean, I feel for them. The people of this village. It’s never easy to accept help like this, and especially not if you are a society that has grown used to seeing the same old faces for the last few decades or even centuries alone.” Vera said as they ventured down the street. “It’s one of the few things I remember from when our supposed gods landed on my homeplanet. A lot of people still have a hard time accepting the help they provided. Some bowed down before them, but some others…”

Her head shook. “I think-”

But there was no time to really talk about thoughts on the matter of false idols. Screams erupted and Vera stopped dead in her tracks to look at the others. Not in fear but rather for an idea what to do. She hadn’t reached for her saber yet, she didn’t feel the need for it. After all, a jedi only relied on the saber as a last resort once all other options had been extinguished. Or something like that, it was something that had been ingrained upon her mind a long time ago during her initiation to a life with the force.

“Felicity? Ember?” She asked with a furrow of her brow. “That came from both sides of the village. Where do we go?”

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Location: Todor River Valley
Gear: Sniper rifle, lightsabers, armor
Allies: ORC/JP [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Mishel Noren"]
Enemies: Sithspawn

"I can sense the dark creatures closing in on one of the smaller villages near the forest: prepare takeoff sequence. However I do not feel it is prudent to engage in strafing runs for the beasts: once we arrive, we have to land near the village but not in it"

"As you command"

They needed to hurry, so because they were too far away from that particular village to make it in time by foot, they had to take their spacecraft to get there, while stashing her big gun in the hold underneath her seat. Janick attempted to determine which village exactly by re-attuning a message on a frequency where a distress call was issued. Where there was static at the time of takeoff of all three craft, it was not at all straightforward to fly when re-attuning the frequency in question, but clearing it up only resulted in a message that repeated all over again. Once that was done, on the other hand, she decided to follow the trail of the dark side, and death, until they reach the outskirts of that village in question, where they landed, in expectation of other people landing in nearby spots, and the same went for these other Force-signatures she could feel, with three of them she could remember from past engagements (Coren, Mishel, Shia) on Utapau and also GE-Dagobah, but the last one she definitely couldn't readily identify because she never met that person. They landed in a tight triangle, with the shuttle at the front, and the other two fighters forming the other vertices, and then wasted no time casting a fire spell on a series of suspicious creatures that exhuded the allure of the dark side, matching the description given by the local authorities, with the spell looking like a red arc of fiery energy bouncing from creature to creature, as if chain lightning. Meanwhile, Griet pulled both sniper rifles from the fighters' cargo holds, handing one of them to Janick once Janick was done casting her spell.

 

[Felicity Skye]

“Where do we go?” That was the right question, although the right answer would be hard to discern. Often times there were never any right answers, and that was when Felicity followed her gut but even that could lead her astray on any given day. She considered the group for a moment. There was Anais. She seemed nervous, uneasy, but she was clearly very competent for someone of her age; an unsurprising idea considering the way many children had to grow up in a galaxy that was always undergoing a major change. The most major being the bad bit of business on Coruscant. Felicity was grateful not to have been there.

Verana in comparison seemed a contrast. She seemed so confident in herself her mind worried of others. Surely an un-jaded empath, as far as Felicity could see. She was much more inline with what Felicity had considered someone so young to be. It was better that way.

Then there was Ember, the man at the helm of the Praxeum, whether he would admit it or not. Her encounters with the man were brief but numerous. She respected him as he respected her. She trusted him as he trusted her. It was a rare occurrence between virtual strangers but Jedi were never as atypical as the rest of the galaxy.

With some thought Felicity spoke, “We can split up into pairs, and split the village in half, but four minds are better than one. It might be in our best interest to stick together as we are not the only group watching over this village.” While she hadn’t made a decision on behalf of the group she wanted their options to be weighed and considered. “I defer to your judgment.” She looked at Ember, but was also ready to hear the girls.

[member="Anais Auraeli"] || [member="Ember Farseer"] || [member="Verana"]​

 

[Mav Halo]

With the TENGER TRIBE,​

moving to the east of the village​

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[member="Ember Farseer"] | [member="Verana"] | [member="Felicity Skye"] | [member="Farah"] ​

The screams began without warning just as they had on Coruscant, bringing with it the scent of death and terror on the back of the cold night’s wind. Distorted ripples radiating out in the force. If Anais had felt unprepared before…

The padawan swallowed. Hard. Trembling fingers finally connecting with the hilt of her lightsaber, those dark amber eyes closing in reluctance as drew and ignited the blade, casting her still troubled features in a cyan light. A shaky breath threatened to hitch in her throat before she forced it through. Attempting to fill the void by embracing the force. If she couldn’t trust herself, she could at least trust in that to guide her through what needed to be done.

She hadn’t been a child since Deneba, and she couldn’t afford to be one now.

“We go were we’re needed. Trust others to do the same.” Anais replied in a tone far more confident than she felt beneath the surface, opening her eyes as she began to move towards the eastern side of the village where the screams seemed loudest. A single tentative step at first. Hesitant and filled with doubt. Yet there was a second one and third all the same. By the time she’d hit a fourth, the padawan had found a semblance of resolve. One born from the knowledge and tenuous consolation that, at least here, there was no ambiguity in what needed to be done. On Coruscant they had been people, driven mad by Sith magics, forced to fight against their will. These on the other hand, were true monsters. Plain and simple. Black and white, no complex shades of grey, no need to out guess herself.

She just needed to protect the people.

She needed that win.

Everything else was secondary.

As the barricade began to break, bursting forward into the village in a cloud of splinters and debris, Anais was already moving to fill the breach. Her hand raised up to catch the first creature as it slobbered and yelled inhuman obscenities, tossing it backwards into the throng to stall their progress. Her stance shifting towards the opening cadences of Form VI, something the padawan had been practicing since her encounter with the Sith cultists had shown her weaknesses with Shii-Cho. Practice being the key word. Now she would have to find out if it tested true in a baptism of fire.

 

[Cassus Stoma]

MANAS​

TENGER TRIBE​

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Serious? Jace? He wasn't as far as he could remember, but the kid (as far as most were concerned) hadn't been one for self-reflection, really. The kind of person who rolled with the punches, moving on with life as if it was all just one big event that kept on turning. Viewing himself as another cog, but one that wanted to start turning the other way, to make a change. Yet, in recent times that idealist nature wandered elsewhere. It drifted away and into focusing upon himself. What kind of Jedi was he going to be, and more importantly, was he ever going to tap into that aggression he found so beneficial on Coruscant? He knew the troubles that came with it, but at the end of the day when you approach life and death it's the Jedi who can help that matters most, right? No matter how much he tried to rationalise his wrong-doing, even if corrupted by the Shard of Nil, it never really made sense in the end.

"Huh?" Jace instinctively blurted out in response, turning to face the other Padawan. "Oh, uh." A brief pause filled with some hesitation in between, "Yeah, yeah. Everything's fine." A brief nod and the flex of a grin. Suppose he had been caught up in his own thoughts, hasn't he?

Later

The Padawan cleared his mind of that reflection, if not but for a day. He spent his time casually, talking with his fellow Padawan to his Master, Romi Jade. There was no sense in quiet brooding, that just wasn't what Jedi appeared to be, more akin to a Sith if anything else. Whether the two had split apart from each other in the hours of darkness or not was unknown as of now.

Those screams, the panic and vicious snarls ensnared his attention. It proved difficult to see, but Jace was quick to action. Utilising the force to in a laxed manner to tear it from his belt and cause it to rest within his grip- extending the blue blade that shined bright in the darkness, reflecting the same light upon his flesh. Was it wrong to be so quick to action, or was the right thing to do in these current circumstances? It was hard to distinguish what it was that a Jedi was supposed to do, and that question is what caused the largest struggle within Jace.

He just didn't know.

Where do you go when you don't know where to go? West.

[member="Romi Jade"] - [member="Aten Ramses"]

 

[Cassus Stoma]

A post so nice I made it twice.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

As the barrier broke, Julius came into the front ranks. It was hard to say if he leaped in, or outright appeared in their midst, but even as brute as sithspawn were, they had a moment of shock which bought Anais breathing room. And that was his purpose. She was young. There was definite talent there, and so he moved to help her. With a simple switch of mentation, he stopped hiding his presence in the Force, and Coren would feel his old friend suddenly on the planet as the white and green armored Corellian brought up the blue blade of his saber and began to tear into those around him.

Feet moved and arms whireld as a green blade hissed into life next to the blue, and Julius adopted a defensive stance, striking out. Anais would be clean-up, and have his six, and he worked his way gradually back to stand in her vicinity. Normally, he would have smiled and winked, but his face remained impassive as he caught her glance and nodded, the alien patterns on his skin and cybernetic arm burning blue-white as the forms of Vapaad lashed out. Anyone with an observant eye would see touches and influences of Makashi, Ataru and other forms. To master one, you mastered all, and to master all you mastered one. Simple.

"Come now little lady, stand and deliver to these poor sods!"

Green Sword...

The name still echoed in his mind, the foreign touch of his Aing-Tii mentor causing a sharp remembrance he buried as he lost himself to the slow flow of combat, his Sight spreading out to see echoes and shadows of strikes and counters and movements before they were realized and made more than mist and shadow. And still, the twin beams of blue and green spun and whirled, and he seemed everywhere and yet nowhere.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Mishel Noren"] | [member="Shinnan Moreno"]

[member="Anais Auraeli"] | [member="Ember Farseer"] | [member=Verana] | [member="Felicity Skye"] | [member=Farah]

 

[Kahne Porte]

Todor River Valley

"Do you hear that?"

"Yes."

"What do you think it is?"

"Sounds like someone is in trouble, or is already dead." The Jedi said as the static filled message could be heard throughout the front of the ship and it drew them all to be quiet and listen. He had gathered information that several allies were bound here already, and he wasn't sure who had received the message first or where anyone else was at the moment. "See if you can lock down that location."

"I already have Kahne, right here." An area had been lit up a small red beacon indicating the direction they were going in. "That's where we are headed then. We should be there in 3 minutes. We need to land a few hundred feet outside of the village, to avoid any unexpected trouble." The Jedi didn't want to take any chances, and while he wanted to wait for back up, well he hoped it was already there.

Those several minutes passed and the shipped touched down and the sun had set already as night had come. The Jedi reached for the blaster rifle that was given to him and glanced down to his side at his lighsaber clipped to his belt. The Jedi donned in a certain type of vanguard armor as he glanced to the several Alliance in exile members with him. "Light's on, and stay alert. I need one to stay behind on the ship with Gala, stay in touch and let us know of our allied positions. If there is anything else that goes astray we will return quickly, or if come pick us up if we get into serious trouble."

The Jedi Master led them down the ramp as he turned to see the last one off before the ship ramp raised up. "Let's do this."


[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Mishel Noren"] [member="Cambria Zadira"] [member="Romi Jade"]

 

[Zef Halo]

It all came down like a bolt of lightning at once. The calm of the storm disappeared instead replaced by the tempest of abominations seeking the death of the village's denizens.

"You're right - four minds are better than one." Ember agreed nodding at Felicity and remembering briefly the events on Coruscant. He was glad she wasn't there to witness the carnage. As if instinctively, the Jedi took a momentary peek at Anais. Just then he saw the contrast between Verana and her whereas before he saw them much more identical to each other. Either way - there was no time to dwell on it now.

The stench of the dark side through the Force was clear even to Ember's naturally dampened capabilities in Sense. Just a moment before the barricade broke, the Jedi Knight would lock eyes with Felicity. Protect them at all costs. The thought was sent to Skye referring to the two padawans mainly. With the memories of Coruscant still fresh, Ember found himself more determined than ever to break through the fear the Sith Lord had engraved upon them.

Blades came to life and so did Ember's as it met the flesh of the Sithspawn. Gracious in using Soresu, there was an air of mercy killing in each of his saber swings. It was as he was doing a favor, rather than ruthless murder. It really gave the impression of a Jedi.

And out of nowhere - Sedaire. He knew the man only by face, the Jedi had seen him once when Joza dragged Ember to the celebrations on a station in ORC space. Other than that, the stories of Julius Sedaire were well renown across the Coalition. The man's rather wild presence oddly reassured him.

The short smile on Ember's face at the appearance of the Corellian Jedi disappeared when the sound of glass shattering to a thousand pieces revealed that some of the Sithspawn had been able to crash through a part of the barricaded windows and into the house. Rabidly those of the monsters who saw the opportunity were quick to take it.

"Someone get in the house now and stop that gap!" Ember heard his own voice reverberate across the chaos of battle. Screams of children came next from inside the house.

[member="Felicity Skye"] [member="Verana"] [member="Anais Auraeli"] [member="Farah"] [member="Julius Sedaire"]

 

[Verana]

[member="Ember Farseer"] // [member="Julius Sedaire"] // [member="Anais Auraeli"] // [member="Felicity Skye"]​

[member="Farah"]​

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And then like the snap of the finger it was all there.

Hopeless.

Hopeless.

It’s all over.

We’re all going to die.

The emotions and surface thought of a small town began to flood the young redhead’s mind the second that the barrier between prey and predator had come crashing down. Vera’s hands and fingers wrapped around her saber hilt with a firm grip yet unlike the others it did not ignite, not just yet. She felt paralyzed, her senses overloading with the fear that began to spread from home to home as they walked up to one of the bigger houses.

Even then there was a small sense of uncertainty in her friends like a seed of something that Vera couldn’t quite comprehend. She felt an unease set within herself as the house grew closer. There was a tightness in her heart that stopped her from acting even when she knew that she should have. She tried to close her eyes and block out the world, but digging into the force seemed to make it worse.

A panic of her own dug itself into her very being. This was new, she had only felt this around animals, but this was something far more complex than an animal. There were more impulses than eat, sleep and mate. There was fear, there was anger and hate, there was…

Her blade flicked on and she raised it by her side with a shaky grip. There was a deep sensation of hatred lingering in the air between her and the beasts. Hatred, hunger and pain. Yet the blade was extinguished in a heartbeat. Vera’s breathing grew more ragged, a lightsaber wasn’t used in anger or as a weapon, it was used as a tool.

“So much fear.” She didn’t notice her whimper. “So much hate.”

Upon Ember’s words Vera snapped out of it. Her ragged breaths grew ever faster but she had to do something, anything. There were children to save. Vera had already seen day-old disemboweled men and women and massacred livestock. There was space for one more horror, right?

Right.

She rushed off into a sprint through the door. Her saber ignited once more but for the right purpose and she made for the children’s room.