Public Raid on Kattada

[Morrow]

"Goin' for the temple." She informed her partner, pointing at the streak in the sky.

Morrow squinted, eyes raising to emerge just beyond the fringe of his hood. He watched the boarding torpedo plummet into the temple and erupt in a plume of dust and debris.

"How do you know it's that one?" he asked as several more punched through the temple walls. It didn't occur to him in the moment that she was using that mystical sense of hers. Similarly, the knowledge that he was doing the same was lost on him. A bad feeling had twisted his gut since the raid had begun. Though he didn't know it, he was sensing the familiar presence of Hasuras Na-Gerra somewhere in the distance. An impression had been left after the beating he'd taken on Hapes not so long ago.

Regardless, Talin seemed confident. So much so, in fact, she didn't even answer. With no other choice than to trust her, Morrow followed.

Wading through the disorder in the streets, they reached the forecourt of the Kattada temple. Bodies were already strewn about the area, prompting Morrow to draw his blaster preemptively. There was a tension buzzing in the air, slowly coming to a head as they strode to the doors. Suddenly, Morrow knew inexplicably exactly what was going to happen next. A gut feeling coupled with the flash of a mental image. His timing was near-perfect as he pivoted around Talin and fired a shot into an armored figure that appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

Steps carried him to stand over the body, eyes drawn to the familiar features of its regalia. He'd seen this kind of armor before. Servants of the Hasuras, though he couldn't put a name to them.

"These guys again?" he voiced curiously. "We're gonna have bigger problems than Tane."

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Talin Treicolt | Vestra Tane | Althea Voidwalker
License [x] | Bounty [x]​

 

[Arris Windrun]

Objective: Fight!
Opponent: Jared Starchaser
Nearby: Valery Noble | Kaila Irons | Tilon Quill | Mercy
Approaching: Vestra Tane | Althea Voidwalker

If only Arris had known they were both stalling, then things might've been a bit more negotiable. In the case of the cyborg, it wasn't for time, but for the purchase of a better arena. She needed to link up with Vestra and the others so that no one interrupted their looting spree.

The Jedi got up quicker than expected, and in a flashier move than she would've ever considered. She didn't even notice the sand until it was too late. For 'ganics, such a trick could be downright nasty - especially if it got into the eyes. For her, though? Very little 'ganic, including the eyes. However, it did stun her in the sense that she was surprised, and allowed Jared to buy a second or two before Arris made her next move.

She blinked her right eye to fire a stun blast and proceeded to jump backwards through the air with the power of her cyber legs.

This time, she intended to keep him and that flying lightsaber well within her sights.

 

[Hasuras Va-Kull]

The earth rumbled when each claw broke through against the dirt, the Maelibus Hasuras maneuvering through the battlefield via subterranean tunnels created by his own design. A means to strike deep within the defense’s of the Jedi and shred them apart in his rampage. His two siblings, Hasuras Na-Gerra and Hasuras Na-Veyra , cleaved their own path with their collected intent to burn this Temple in offering to Vahl.

From the earth came a large claw and soon emerged the entire colossus of Kull, catching a group of Jedi by surprise with shock and fear in their eyes upon seeing the unsettling sight of the demon. Their fear betrayed their steadfast courage and their bodies were unceremoniously mauled.

And there was more where that came from.

Suguru Hojo​

 

[Wuxia Wukong]

Wu eyed the Sith who challenged them. A Warrior. With a warriors code of honour, or perhaps he merely sought a challenge. Wu could respect that in an adversary. Even as he internally shook his head at such morality.

Wu had no hesitation in sacrificing himself in order to get the padawans to safety. He only hesitated wondering if he could bargain for Feng's as well. Assuming she would even go willingly. He could insist of course. Hold off the Sith for long enough for Feng and the others to get away. There might be other Sith who would confront the group of padawans isolated without a master to protect them. They could use Feng's protection. It was a tempting thought.

Wu sighed, and nodded to the Sith.

"A moment please."

Feng was almost no longer his to protect. She had the right to face the Sith with him. He also wasn't arrogant enough to believe he was ensured to win in a one on one duel. Wu was confident in his abilities and had no fear of death, but neither did he seek it whether it be his own or others.

"Padawans I need you to head straight to the hangar without delay."

"We can fight!" A brave young green twi'lek girl Felisha spoke up.

"No! If you see other Jedi fighting Sith you are not to engage. The only reason to stop is if you see younglings to take with you. Do you understand?" Wu asked almost pleaded.

Felisha nodded reluctantly.

"Go."

"Thank you for allowing me to send the padawans to safety." Wu expressed his gratitude sincerely.

Wu paused, shook his head and began an almost certainly futile effort.

"We do not have to fight."

Drystan Creed

 

[Feng Huang]

Feng narrowed her eyes at the Sith. She had already nodded as soon as he offered the challenge. It was only after her initial reaction she remembered the young ones. Feng hesitated. She knew her priority should be there safety. She also knew the way Master Wu's mind worked. He would try to send her with them she knew it. Feng had stop herself from speaking out during those few tense moments. The wrong outburst even a petulant one could break the fragile temporary truce. Engaging them in a battle they weren't prepared for with young ones to protect. Distracting them and providing the Sith with a vulnerable weakness to exploit.

Feng breathed deeply but quietly keeping her focus on the Sith. She waited patiently for Master Wu to speak. Meanwhile she relaxed her muscles, sending the force through them in what she thought of as her Force Massage. Feng was rubbish at healing, but she could soothe the muscles and joints well enough to keep them relaxed.

Feng felt a great relief upon learning Master Wu wasn't sending her away. She felt a rush of gratitude. Followed by a thrill upon learning she would finally be duelling a Sith, not just an acolyte either. A real, proper Sith. They must be skilled too if they thought they could take on a Master and a Padawan.

Unfortunately Feng ruined Master Wu's plea for peace by igniting her violet lightsaber

Drystan Creed

 

[Mercy]

Tilon Quill

Except Tilon was given all the moments.

When he reared up he'd see Mercy casually walking towards him, the massive gun was passed off to one of the Graspborn - a follower of Mercy, before they disappeared out of sight. Presumably turning the gun on some of the temple denizens or carrying it away as a trophy for the large woman to enjoy later on.

"Pull it up, Til, ignite it. You are gonna need it."

Her eldritch arm twitched and then ripped open. Out came a blade, edge serrated and corrupted, the flat pulsing with hungry black veins. He hadn't been there for it, because Tilon left early. But during the last fight Thronegrasp had swallowed Resolute, Kyric's blade whole and corrupted the beacon of light.

It wasn't clear if this was that same blade or a different one, but it looked equally karked up.

Tilon had never seen her fight with a blade. Only ever with her fists and body. She didn't immediately launch at him again, not after her initial yank and lunge had failed. Tilly was a smart one, sharp, literally since her shoulder was still hurting from the hole made in it. Instead... Mercy circled slowly, attention on him as she awaited his next move, while letting the point of the corrupted blade glide along the sand.

The touch began to twist the sand, decaying it, leaving smoke in its wake.

 

[Auteme]

Bad luck. Auteme had hoped the temple's interior hadn't yet been breached, and to be fair, it hadn't, not really. Yet there he stood, worn beskar, the galaxy's greatest bounty hunter. Her senses were nothing special among Jedi, but that Koda Fett could sneak up to her was a testament to his skill.

His introduction, though...

"Ah... Koda Fett," she raised her hands slightly, expressing her surprise. "No need for formalities; not many people call me that anymore. I'm, ah, afraid I'm not worth much these days," but the words fell like stones from her mouth. She'd glimpsed the Mandalorian's heart twice now; she had nothing he wanted, more than herself.

He'd timed it well, of course; she was halfway across the medium-sized foyer, nowhere close to cover, aside from a fountain with a basin lower than her knee and tiers too thin to hide behind, and thirty feet from the doorway she'd been headed to. Plus, she was on lower ground, maybe six feet down the slow-decline ramp that he stood at the top of. Were the garden basins flanking each ramp out more populated, that may have been useful, but to break his sight anywhere in this room she'd need to be lying down.

"Y'know," she said, backing away a step -- closer to the fountain, "I'm technically, ah, a Mandalorian, too. By founding, though my guardian probably wouldn't like that idea much. But I like to think it gives me a bit of that warrior lineage-"

She lurched, hand into the water, and in a sudden flash it burst into steam, engulfing the centre of the room. She had no gift for pyrokinetics, but water had always been her element; the mist-weaver gave the fountain pool her preferred shape, and suddenly a wealth of material was available to her. Outside the storm rumbled to life, and even as danger closed in, she felt she'd returned home.

Koda Fett ​

 

[Darth Hydra]

Hydra was so intent on his prey, that he almost ran headfirst into a swinging lightsaber. Hydra dropped to the floor in a slide. Releasing force speed as he did so. The last thing he needed was to speed slide into a wall. It would be inconvenient in a battle to say the very least. Not to mention undignified. Hydra scowled with irritation, his fury boiling at the indignity of it.

Who dares?! Who dares keep Hydra from his prey?!

Hydra saw a young man with his lightsaber drawn. He must be a padawan. Hydra sighed. An impetuous padawan had interrupted Hydra on his hunt. For an absurd moment he considered fleeing continuing his hunt for Xuan Wu's apprentice.

No. A challenge has been made. You must honour it.

Hydra sighed at the irritation, calmly drawing his lightsaber. He was tempted to try and rush this finish the little sprite off quickly to resume his hunt. Unfortunately his experience had taught him even a pup could bite. It would be foolish to enter into the fray absentminded.

In any case if I fall to an upstart padawan due to my own foolishness I would be the laughing stock of the Sith Order.

"Come boy. You have interrupted my hunt so we may as well see what you are made of. Where is your master? It hardly seems fair kicking a puppy without the sheepdog to protect them." Hydra taunted circling with one end of his lightsaber ignited. "Not very Jedi of you, striking an opponent doing you no harm."

"Are you sure you do not want to join the Sith?"

Irritate the boy throw him off balance.

Acier Moonbound Aris Noble

 

[Suguru Hojo]

Several Jedi bodies landed with an unceremonious thud in the cloud of dust and rocks. As the smog began to settle around the beast, a lone figure slowly sauntered into view. Clad in a black cloak, with a hand relaxing on its halfway crevice, Suguru Hojo came to a halt a safe distance from the demon ahead.

Eyes shifted between the corpses of the Jedi before his soul-piercing gaze bore into the fiend that had trespassed into these sanctified grounds. Its profane presence carried a noxious stench in the ethereal current. An aberration. A distortion of nature.

An aggregate of a thousand mistakes.

Mistakes, Suguru had to correct.

The black crow on his shoulder lifted off and vanished into the skies as if it had never existed. Its caw echoed across the turbulent battlefield the Enclave had become, and to the demon's ears it sounded as a summoning call of the dead.

With a hideous snap, the deformed bodies of the Jedi just slain rose to life, blades flaring to life and rushing at their slayer for retribution.

To the external eye, nothing had changed. It was just the raven-haired man, the beast, and his trophies -- the crushed bodies of Jedi -- strewn around it.

Hasuras Va-Kull ​

 

[Tilon Quill]

Bizarrely, what Mercy 's arm sparked first was envy. Fear came moments later as she circled him and as he backed into shin-deep shallows. He started box breathing — in deep, hold, out, hold — to take the edge off, youngling-level Jedi skills.

The water hissed against his energy shield, which was never designed for it and would burn out shortly. Rather than take a stance he pressed his amber lightsaber blade against his leg, flaring golden light into the water in rapidly shifting intensity.

That coruscation, a traditional Sedrian ocean prayer, lasted only seconds. Then the shield died and he brought up the saber into the classic Soresu one-handed guard, emitter by his face, blade high and forward, off hand outstretched almost in parallel. It was a useless-looking stance that, to some perspectives, signalled defiance to the last or only desperation. To other eyes, it signalled an intent to defend yourself with minimal harm. To others, it signalled weakness or a lack of combat-ready skill.

"What brought you here? Why here?"

 

[Lirka Ka]

Oh so many people had been marred, maimed, or killed in Lirka’s long tenure stalking the Galaxy as a rampaging, blood thirsty, beast. A long list of warriors left in broken heaps to feed the sadism that the Once-Sephi’s cruel religion demanded she inflict upon reality - it was much the same reason why she had battered Alana Calloway so heavily when the woman had some semblance of usefulness to Lirka’s machinations. Even if such a thing felt like a distant footnote these days, plans moved quickly and evolved rapidly when you lived in the domain of the Sith.

With the nimble dodge away from the Lirka Ka classic that was “throwing a large rock at considerable force” the beastly thing couldn’t help but chuckle. Bemused venom oozed from the vocal distortion her helmet bellowed out.

“Not a Jedi? My apologies - pests all look the same from up here.”

She prowled, briefly. Her advance stalled as the beast paced. Studying, waiting, watching.

“Though, I suppose that’s their own fault.”

This girl looked familiar though Lirka couldn’t quite place it. No matter - the fleshy ones all squashed into the same red paste. This would be fun, an amusing little bout to satisfy her endless gluttony for general destruction and mayhem.

Her pacing stopped.

She took stance now, leveraging her blade in a casual defense. If it was a dance this girl wanted, it was a dance she would get. Besides - Lirka severely doubted this Not-Jedi’s dancing abilities.

She exploded into a fury, launching herself forward with the whine of servos propelling the power suit as if it were a living, machete wielding, missile. Lirka was a bully, always, and her fighting style exemplified it. Throwing around her unnatural bulk to make an opening for a quick hack of her blade, aiming down toward’s Calloway’s leg.

 

[Althea Voidwalker]

|| Objective: Defend the Enclave ||
|| Equipment: Blaster | Slug Pistol | Vibroblade | Clothing | Boots | Holsters ||
|| Tags: Vestra Tane | Morrow | Talin Treicolt | Arris Windrun | Jared Starchaser ||
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A couple more rounds flew at the Sith. I could only assume so with how they were acting. Bloodthirsty and a penchant for the flair of wielding swords in the modern day. Most who did were either using what they could find, or were training extensively with melee weapons in a modern era with ranged weaponry. Even more of a reason to keep distance. Despite the debris and the attempt to lock her into a single location, she avoided it. Which made sense. Doing so as a Force User was more so of a distraction than anything else.

She held up behind the pillar. Using it as cover. So I knew that her next move was going to be either to lash out from behind the pillar with the force, or to create a diversion to close up the distance. Maybe both. As soon as she came out, I saw her hand moving up through the pillar first. Clearing it to almost "pre load" the movement. Feeling the anger and vitriol she had for me at the moment. She would gun for me as hard as she could.

Whatever she was trying, she was going to with a consequence. It took nothing with an already aimed Slugthrower aimed at her direction to pull the trigger. However, that same moment the blaster on my thigh erupted with bolts being fired. Very well.

The first two bolts slammed into the ground. Sending debris into my leg and ankle. While the boots and clothing could protect against the small ones, some of the larger bits did sting greatly. The heat burning in my leg. Fighting through the pain, I activated the holster's perk. It leveled itself up and forward. Letting any remaining bolts to be fired off in her direction. Away from me.

What may have been a useful tool for her to send a distraction of a weapon going off against my leg, was only causing more consequences for her.

"Try again!"

A soft application of the force to yank the blaster out of the holster, and have it floating next to me. Still firing off even if she no longer attempted to influence it. Sending my own hate down range at her. Sending Yellow particle beam bolts flying through the air at her again.

The fire was more so acting in a suppressive manner. All so I could be the one to close the gap. Rushing at her so that if there was a chance to bring the end of a barrel to her face or center mass, It would be a surefire way to end the fight faster than not. Just reminding myself to be careful of those blades.

 

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Kattada - Jedi Enclave

Equipment:
Training Jumpsuit | Lightsaber | Modified DL-27 | Tic

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TAGS: Aris Noble | Darth Hydra​

Ace's lightsaber hissed, swinging through an empty space. Despite his towering size, the Sith Lord had narrowly slid under the ashen haired rebel's attack.​

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Pivoting on his lead foot, Ace's dark eyes narrowed on the Sith. Now that he had a better look at him, Ace saw clearly what he was up against. A pale-skinned Feeorin, towering more than a foot above him. He'd sparred Aris before, another opponent that dwarfed him, this was the perfect opportunity to put that practice into action.​

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Ace's jaw clenched, but his blade never dipped. As he eyed the Feeorin, he felt a familiar presence - faint, but there. One he hadn't felt since... Thalen Dhorain ? A tiny smile threatened to form on his face, but he kept his composure.​

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Hope you're safe. Ace thought.​

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Then he felt Aris, nearby. His commanding yet steady presence through the chaos. He didn't search for him though, sensing that if he takes his eyes off of the Sith for even a moment, it'd be over. ​

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His fingers curled, tightening around the hilt of his lightsaber. Steady. The Sith seemed to be a talker, trying to get a rise out of Ace. He stifled a scoff, he'd grown up with people underestimating him, it didn't hurt his ego - it reinforced his resolve. ​

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"Not here to talk." Ace finally responded, voice flat and unbothered.​

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He shifted forward in a blur, blue blade snapping low in a feint toward Hydra's leg before twisting his wrists, bringing the real strike arcing high toward the Sith's shoulder.​

 

[Koda Fett]

The temple chamber began to fill with steam, turning the air to a damp cloak of dense mist. His cloak, as weathered as his armour, bore the most of it as it clung wetly to his side and droplets collected on his visor.

"Interesting," Fett dryly remarked, cycling vision modes to see Auteme more clearly amid the haze. "I'm not a Mandalorian."

Circumstances and all that, leading him to become an exile labelled dar'manda. He knew a choice few words, and that was never one of them.

He levelled his blaster and fired.

Auteme

 

[Connel Vanagor]

NO MERCY FOR MONSTERS
KATTADA TEMPLE
PORTAL

Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

This fool was leaving like he had won?


Ha!


Okay, let him think soHe had no idea what was coming. The smirk on his face would soon be wiped away, replaced by the cold realization of his defeat. This was far from over—it was only the beginning of his downfall..


Only when he was halfway to the entry, Connel broke the mesh. It was exhausting, but he did so. It took so much focus, but he did so. It was a fight, but he did so.


Dropping to the ground in a short burst of heavy breathing, the Shadow pulled out one of his shaped charges, ala Azrael and threw it with the aid of the Force into the path of the Forgemaster, not to hit him directly, but the ground in front of him. It was small, and would not act like a mine, but could stick to his foot and go off when Vanagor flicked a switch.


He wanted to get his butt kicked by two Masters, that’s on him. Connel knew his tricks, and he was a “one trick Ronto”, nothing more. He then went to rejoin the team in wrecking everything “not local”.

Hasuras Na-Gerra • TAGS​

 

[Mercy]

She wasn't a swordsman by any real sense of the word. Ashin had done what she could, she knew more than just the basics, but the issue was that Mercy just didn't enjoy it. It didn't have the same oomph like smashing someone into pieces with her fists. Fighting with the eldritch arm-blade was growing on her though.

It didn't feel awkward in her hand unlike a Sith sword or a lightsaber. More like a part of her, an extension of a limb.

All that to say was that Mercy noted his stance. The various meanings passed her by, Mercy judged him either weak or desperate, it didn't occur to her he could be interested in minimizing hurt.

Not after shooting that rifle at her with maximum force.

"What brought you here? Why here?"

"Not what... who." Mercy drawled lazily, slowing her step, attempting to savor the moment like she always had done. "Darling Arris brought the name up while discussing potential points we could hit."

A bit thoughtful there for a moment.

"Hey... Tilon. Looks like I found my way here after all,"

"She neglected to mention you were tied to this place however." Squinting slightly at that. "She is a naughty girl, I will have words with her about this later." It implied knowing that Tilon Quill was here would have changed her calculus. Then a shrug. "You coming yet or what? I don't have all day, temples to ransack, children to rescue, it's a tough job being a Sith... but someone's gotta."

A soft smirk there as she casually swished her arm-blade, it underscored just how much reach it had and yet it had unfolded just as quickly. Who was to say how fast Mercy could draw it back again to cover her gaps up-close.

 

[Tilon Quill]

Tilon flinched, visibly, couldn't help it, as he realized that inviting Arris Windrun here to train had precipitated the raid. He, personally, had trusted the wrong person. He, personally, was to blame for this. Others had their own culpability, of course, he hadn't made villains be villains—

"—children?"

Jedi and Sith had raided each other's young trainees for millennia, of course. Tilon had been a young acolyte himself and barely survived a purge by Jedi fundamentalists. It was one thing to remember that, and those memories had a lot of force no matter how he'd come to terms with them. It was another thing entirely to see it, to be here all over again.

Despite the cool storm brewing, and in contrast, the seawater warmed gently against his shins. He thought for a moment he'd pissed himself, but when he glanced down he saw golden glimmers in the waves and sand, just for a moment. Warm light from far away. From an ocean crevice off Tidehome, where a Golden Sun coral colony, a water god, had taken refuge. In one of the few classes he'd ever taught, he'd shown Kattatan trainees how to communicate with it, how to speak some of its languages. That light, that prayer, had done the trick. A Golden Sun coral god could project its strength to friends far away, and one of the main ways that manifested was through healing.

Insurance that he'd walk away, assuming she didn't kill him too quickly.

He came up out of the surf with balance, saber up, and moved up the beach to give it a try. He started with simple jabs to the sword hand and arm to test its resilience and to get her moving. Soresu was defensive and reactive, but someone had to kick things off.

Mercy

 

[Mercy]

Tilon Quill

"It always comes back to the children, doesn't it?"

She stepped back, instead of stepping in, swatting his jab away with a flick of her arm.

"It's for the best, really." Kicking the sand up, aimed at Tilon's face. "I will teach them to serve themselves instead of being slaves to a dogma that forces them to serve others."

The moment he shifted his steps, Mercy would slam her heel down, causing a miniscule but still meaningful seismic event right around him.

 

[Hasuras Na-Gerra]

It was small, and would not act like a mine, but could stick to his foot and go off when Vanagor flicked a switch.

Thud.

The small shaped charge landed in Gerra’s path, noticeable even with the rain.

Gerra dropped his alchemical shield over the top of the charge, then slammed his foot atop it.

A deadened explosion shook the ground and his booted heel. Gerra picked up the shield, heedless of the char and blast residue, and threaded his hand through the alchemized metal grip. Then he resumed his march down into the temple.

He came across the hole blown into the lower floors by his followers and dropped inside. Rain water let in from outside pooled around his feet as he sloshed forward. He passed the Six Tongues Flames, who stood waiting.

“Make me a path.”

Then Gibil-Zi once more sundered stone with a blast of kinetite and through the dust of pulverized stone strode Gerra, heavy boots crunching all under foot as he made his way into the INNER VAULT, having bypassed several hallways by the holes blown through floor and wall.

Inside, Gerra saw at least two figures waiting for him. He snorted.

“A terrapin and an old man,” he rumbled. “Step aside, or meet your ends.”

He hefted his hammer. It was no large thing, by his standards. Merely a hammer of alchemized steel such as many Sith smiths used. Or so it would seem. Yet an energy in the Force thrummed around the hammer’s head that spoke of peril.

The rest of Gerra stood clad all in alchemized armor of plate after the fashion of the old Sith, but for the horned juvenile Terentatek skull he wore in place of a helmet.
Vodet
Jend-Ro Quill

 

[Aris Noble]

Aris set down one of the younglings, smiling faintly as he ruffled the boy's hair. A smile to give courage, he hoped. This tunnel hadn't been breached yet, but they needed to be quick to get through it just in case. "Go, keep the others safe for me, alright?" There was a sniffle from the Nautolan before he nodded and turned to rush off with the others.

They were safe. Good.

He didn't linger. He turned, rushing right back the way he came, a full on sprint as he focused on the familiar heartbeat. There was a worry in the back of his mind he'd rather not ignore. Enough of this place had gotten consumed with battle that he didn't think it would end well not to team up. Acier he knew how to fight alongside at least.

"Acier!"

He rounded the corner, blue saber already ignited. They could fight the Sith together.

Acier Moonbound | Darth Hydra