Invasion Rains of Contruumere [One Sith vs GR Invasion of Contruum]

[Kira Talith]

Objective A: The Killing Fields
Location: On Contruum
Allies: Talith Family Group and Jedi
Enemies: [member="Darth Ophidia"] COME AT MEH BRAH
Gear!: (cause i forgot to link it >.>) Regular blue and grey robes! One waterproof lightsaber! My necklace! No more flyaways Hair Pins!

Arcs of lighting came straight at the Lorrdian, only to hit at the sudden surge of Force energy that would flare around the Jedi Master again. It was that same bubble of protection the Sith had seen flare before around the blonde woman. Yes, it's sudden appearance without the summoning from the Jedi meant it was indeed a form of shield talisman somewhere on her.

Arcs of lighting would flare and dance in cerulean flashes against the sphere that protected the Jedi. All the while, Kira would writhe in the growing agony she felt as the venom of the Terentaktek lit her veins on fire. Tears would blend along the blood that smeared her face, rain falling over the protective sphere as her limbs would tremble.

Just need... to...

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A grit of sanguine stained teeth would bare fiercely into the darkening sky. The necklace would be a shield talisman, but it also served another purpose. Knowing that the Shield Talisman could not last forever, and knowing that Kira would likely eventually get wrapped up in a situation where she needed a little extra oomph, Soliael built a secondary tool into into the Necklace. Instead of focusing on the gem, Soliael forged the strands of White Electrum that made up the necklace itself into a Talisman of Concentration. Though originally these devices were intended to draw upon the Darkside of the Force, Soliaels Uncle, Dissero, pointed out that there was nothing stopping a lightsider from using one. Taking his uncles point, Soliael created one from the strands of white Silver.

This Talisman of Concentration is much like its Sith counterpart. Through physical contact the wearer it is capable of drawing on vast amounts of Force Energy, taking in much more power than the user is usually capable of. It should be noted that using the Talisman of Concentration in battle is dangerous. After use, one becomes extremely tired, haggard, and all around Exhausted. In the midst of a fight this becomes a huge detriment, thus it should only be used in times of extreme emergency, or in order to achieve some great goal...

Her great goal was to knock the heck out the Sith floozy beside her.

Grabbing her necklace with one hand, she used every bit of energy in it. Power went surging through her like quickfire, a firestorm of strength coming up to funnel within the diminutive and nearly broken form of the Lorrdian Jedi.

A savage scream of utter determination would lance from her mouth, and in that moment the shield dispersed from the necklace, refocused to do one thing only.

Force the Sith into a catatonic state of unconsciousness by the sheer output of power that the Jedi Master would lance out through her left hand.

This time, there was no other choice. Her ears ran, popped, and she swore more blood came trickling out of her nose. Water, tears, and blood would mingle, and within the mud caked floor bright turquoise surges of energy went straight for Ophidia.

Would the Force Stasis work? Who knew, by then surge of power completely wrecked Kira's body. Vertigo took her, and her vision tunneled.

Then everything went dark.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: PVP, Killing Fields
Location: Battlefield
Allies: [member="Yurzhoc Shai"]
Enemies: [member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]
Gear: Sage’s Dark Armor, Blade of the Satvas, Sessile-triostaff, Lightsaber

It was a feeding frenzy.

That was Sage's best description of what was happening to the Green Jedi Knight as he was set upon by a Vong-formed Sith Lord and one of the more colorful members of the Legion Yun'Do. The man was quite literally being drained of the Force and had a dancing Vong attempting to flay him alive. And his comrades were nowhere in sight. He couldn't help wonder what had happened to the other...oh who karking cares, Sage was going to make snake treats out of his friend's innards.

A large boulder soon flew, knocking Sage in his armored shoulder with a crunch. He staggered backwards and cried out in animal pain. His Force drain had been interrupted, but it hardly mattered now. He was plump on the elder Jedi's power. The Sith's face was bleeding, his shoulder blade possibly fractured, and one of his amphistaves was hanging like a limp noodle at his side, but Sage was ready to deliver what was hopefully a very nasty blow to this Jedi pest. Growling, his human arm shot out towards the very same boulder that the Jedi had thrown. While the Knight was presumably drained of energy and likewise busy letting Stebbles play with his glowstick, Sage flung the boulder directly at the other man's head with the full strength of the power he had siphoned, going for a debilitating, soul-crushing blow.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Objective: A.
Location: Contruum, Killing Fields.
Allies: OS love <3
Enemies: [member="Kira Talith"]
Gear: Standard lightsabre, armour, Nagajj, Tsaisibola.

Being the Pale Assassin meant more than just killing silently. She had to be perceptive enough to catch up on an enemy’s pattern and ruthless enough to use them to her advantage. It was that ability of perception and her ruling principle of cruelty that made her one of the One Sith’s most reliable assassins. She would get her kill no matter what the cost, and leave a bitter taste in every victory she forfeited.

While the lightning battered on the Jedi’s shield, she observed. She could feel her white serpent joining with her leg in the brief battle of lightning versus shield. Her focus was complete, her attention undivided. There had to be a gap, a time to strike. Then she saw it. The Jedi gripped the talisman in question and the flow of battle shifted. Darth Ophidia’s hands quickly turned to the mud between and around them. Much like her former Master had done with fire; she quickly intertwined the mud with the Force and raised it up between them to catch the blast, solidified as a force field. Ophidia aimed to have the mud absorb the blast and the turquoise surge.

As the energy surged around her, she could feel her body numbing. The solidified mud cracked against the pressure, and before the Rattataki lost touch with her physical form. A sharp whistle sounded from her helmet while her left hand formed two distinct signals in succession. The whistle called for her Tsaisibola’s attention, bringing it out of its’ state of hiding and into alertness. The hand signals meant ‘attack’ ‘that one’. The latter pointing at Kira Talith. Ophidia had no idea the Jedi was using her last pitch of energy, and was setting up the leaping serpent to ambush the Jedi while she drew her power. Ophidia felt her body go numb, but no muddy bed caught her this time. She remained standing, staring straight into the cracked wall through her bloody helmet’s visual ports. Not entirely catatonic, but quite stuck.

The Tsaisi, roused from its hiding by the sharp whistle, arched its body and launched itself into a full charge. Its eyes set on Jedi flesh and its fangs still full of highly potent Tsaisi venom to add to the already dangerous mixture in Kira's bloodstream.

 

[Choli Vyn]

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[member="Kurt Meyer"]
Objective B:
SPACEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!


The V-Starfighter shot out of the hanger bay into the chaos of the space around them. They went roaring starboardside, right into the thick of battle. A sudden babble of alarm went ripping across their small canopy. Choli's eyes flared wide at the amount of fuzzy signals on their sensors.

Feth! Feth! FETH!

"Activity everywhere, Kurt!" she said in an exclamation. She had no helmet, no actual real knowledge of how to fly this particular thing. She knew freighters, but nothing with a need for speed. The Force flared in alarm, and Choli's senses were a blaze. A volley of green fire came at a strafe from their right.

Inside, the Tatooine native felt sick.

"We have incoming!"

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Objective B:
Space
[member="Choli Vyn"]

She might have been panicking, but Kurt never felt more at home then he did in that moment. There was a seamless transition, a flawless pass as he pressed the throttle forward and clutched the controls tightly. The battle raged all around them. This wasn't some skirmish or small scale assault, it wasn't a tiny battle, it was an all out invasion. He should have guessed that, the Sith didn't just do small strikes anymore. They were after bigger game, and Contruum...Contruum was big game.

He scowled slightly, catching view of a lone Star Destroyer to the left.

It as a Wyyrlok. They were hearty ships, strong, and shaped like an odd aquatic animal. Kurt had seen more than a few of them while he was in the Republic navy, they had been the Sith's primary Star Destroyer. He wasn't sure if that still held true, but he knew exactly where to strike on the ship. His teeth clamped together, his lips thinning as he half turned to check behind them. A few fighters were already looping around the station in order to catch up with the V-Wing, they would have to be taken care of before anything else. "Hang on."

Kurt grit his teeth, and then pressed his hand to the right.

The V-Wing took a sudden dip, scaling down directly into the two fleets.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

Objective B:
SPACEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
DANGER ZONE!

"Feth!" sweat was beading and rolling along Choli's temples. Fingers would deftly move along her console, she needed the HUD up stat! She didn't have a helmet, but with the Force -- well... she had to make due.

Two attack fighters were approaching from the astern, and a volley of laser barrage would come their way just as Kurt sent them into a dip. The laser hit their rear shields, and Cho's hands took the gunner's control and took a deep breath. Her sensor board lit up like a life day festival parade. Glancing at her readings, she forced herself to ignore the nervousness. Instead she would try to focus on the skills taught to her by Chloe.

Breathe. Relax. Let the Force guide you.

Right.

There were several dots jittering in her targeting computer. With a grimance, her lips drew thin and she flipped the safety lock over the laser canon's trigger. The HUD would beep, then the targeting would align -- well as much as she could with Kurt on the piloting controls. Her forefinger slid the trigger back. Streams of red went zipping across the black towards an Imperial TIE fighter.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Objective B:
Space
[member="Choli Vyn"]

It didn't matter how they followed, Kurt was on a mission.

He seemed to cut through the fleets like a leaf over water. He soared through tight spaces, slashed between the spaces of Star Destroyers, and maneuvered the V-Wing to near perfection. He stopped breathing, his chest sat still, his lips thinned, and everything around him seemed to slow down. His hands pressed forward, and every bit of Speed was pushed out of the V-Wings engines. He sliced through one of the gaps between engaging Star Destroyers, avoiding turbolaser fire and taking a sharp left to hit directly below the capital ships.

One of the following fighters failed to turn, and scrapped against the capital ships fin.

Fire began, and quickly evolved into an eruption of red as the Sith Fighter exploded into a thousand pieces.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Kurt Meyer"]
Objective B:
SPACEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
DANGER ZONE!

In just a few minutes, the universe had become an insane place.

The heck?! Eyes wide, Choli could only stare in shock as Kurt led them on a heck of a holoride. Did he ever know how to fly the starfighter. The G force would play havoc on her body, and she had to snap out of it to continue her barrage of laser fire back at the sole remaining starfighter.

Red bits would splatter all over them, and Choli had to redirect the shields as the swung down, rolled portside and then strafed in towards the Wyyrlok. Their vector would close in tight, and just like that, the One Sith's defense systems came blaring at them.

"Oh feth."

All Choli could do is continue her volley of laser fire.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Objective B:
Space
[member="Choli Vyn"]

The Wyyrlok had a fatal flaw in its design. The ship was beautiful, smooth, but hooked. There was a large open space right beneath the prow of the ship. That space contained a large fuel contained. Kurt knew that because he had more than once seen one of the Star Destroyers blow up when that spot was struck. It was difficult to get to in a fighter, impossible to reach with a capital ship, and probably deadly to go for in a bomber such as the V-Wing. Nevertheless, Kurt knew exactly where he was going, and he knew he had the skill to get there.

"When I say so..." He trailed off for a second as a fighter lurched towards them, Kurt pulling on the controls to bring the V-Wing into a sudden roll to avoid the Sith's laser fire, a fury of green blazing passed them. "Unload everything this thing had."

Choli would have control of the bomb bay, the thing that really mattered.

He pushed the V-Wing forward, passed two more screaming Sith Fighters, passed a hail of defense turret fire. He could feel the scrapping of missiles and lasers over the V-Wings hull. He could feel the shields faltering, he could feel this entire mission failing, but he knew they could make it. Kurt's face became grim, his expression a mix of anger and fear. His eyes narrowed, and quickly the V-Wing neared the Wyyrlok. It seemed to loom over them, stretch out over the horizon of space. Two thousand meters, Fifteen hundred, eight hundred, two hundred.

Kurt pulled.

The V-Wing took a sharp and sudden left, its bottom swiveling up and to face parallel with the Wyyrlok. "Now!"

He yelled at Choli, and almost instantly she responded. Kurt wasn't quite sure if she knew what she was doing, but he heard the mashing of buttons and the sudden lurch of the ship as the proton bombs released. Six heavy charges floated from the bomb bay and flew directly towards the hook of the Wyyrlok. The first struck, then the second, then the rest. All of them impacted in nearly the same space, exploding and tearing apart the Wyyrloks Hull. Half a second later more explosions began to rupture through the hull of the ship, a chain reaction set off by Choli and Kurt.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Kurt Meyer"]
Objective B: SPACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"HOLY MOTHER OF METEORS!"

Choli's whoop of victory echo through the gunner's cockpit, feeding into Kurt's. That's when the concussion shock of the exploding Wryyrlok hit them, and were it not for their shields and Kurt's expert piloting, would have wracked them good. As it was, who cared if she hooted like a cloud ape.

They got their own.

None the less, Choli was part running on hopped up adrenaline that she felt she was a giltbitter on a high and part shock. She knew Kurt Meyer was a heck of a podracing pilot -- the fact he held the same skills in a starfighter blew her mind. How did he know how to fly like that? Much the less, in this type of blinking mess?

Her questions were short lived. From beyond the canopy, she could see the looming triangle shaped wedges of Imperial Star Destroyers along with the unique designs of various Yuuzhan Vong ships.

"Can't get lost in the Wastes." she'd say, a Mos Eisley phrase normally used for folk who were totally unprepared for a given situation.

With an empty payload, there was nothing much they could do. The next few minutes saw them burning lines in the sky, heading into warp as Contruum and the bits that were Kurt's ship behind.

 

[Iziz]

Location: Killing Fields
Objectives: Kill and be epic
Enemies: [member="James Mathison"]
Allies: OS
Gear: In Bio

Iziz found himself staring down the barrel of a loaded gun, as the power coiled down the Jedi's hands, raw, pure energy of the Dark-side, something which Iziz new very well, and was not something that he wanted to tangle with... With the force speed he was using already engaged, he planted his foot, the force that had welled up within him, pushing him faster and faster came to a Zenith. The vibration of Iziz's form left a ripple in the air where the Jawa had once been left an after-image which was consumed by the force destruction, Iziz, breaking all notions of conceivable speed burst to the side faster than a human would be able to comprehend with their natural senses, breaking and rolling, using both of his lightsabers and digging them into the ground to grind to a halt. Hopefully the speed based mirage would have fooled the Jedi for just long enough to be able to gain the upper hand.

Iziz activated his stealth generator from behind as he stood up taking a spinnign step forward and not striking but hurling his light-sabers one at a time, spinning like helicopter blades re-inforced by telekinesis for the center of his opponent's neck and between his knees. Each of them following in quick succession as the near meter wide blades buzzed for his opponent like destructive discs.

Iziz has blown his trump card... he needed to make the most of it.

His spinning blades had secrets, ones which had been the bane of renegade sith within the order for some time, Iziz was ready to pull the blades to the side or spin their horizontal axis to vertical, but being a sith was about setting traps... and traps within those traps deeper and deeper until you dig a hole deep enough that your enemy could not see the exit.

 

[Vexen]

[member="Micah Talith"]

Vexen stepped down from the ramp of the ship. She’d deliberately cut the lights in the hangar and on the ship to leave the bay in total darkness. To a human, nothing in that chamber was visible. To the Defel Wraith, it was akin to dusk.

In her good hand was a simple dart gun. Finished in matte black the weapon was as silent and hard to spot in the shadows as she was. The ship was ready to go on a moment’s notice. Whilst she had been planning to stay on the ship she had sensed that sudden panic at the back of Micah’s mind. Was he in danger?

Not a sound was made as she padded across the deck. In her head the sound of her own fluttering heart was far, far louder than the path she trod. Would a soldier be able to hear that if they came to confiscate the ship?

Pressing herself into the wall beside the door she took long, slow breaths. She recalled a vision she had once had. A dark shape looming over her. A familiar smell. Be brave. Thinking back to that fateful day and how her bravery had helped them all her hand stopped shaking. Reaching out with her senses to touch on the two minds outside the door. They were unfriendly soldiers.

Look away, she called to them.

Pulling her violet goggles down over her eyes, her hand slammed down on the locking button. The hangar door slid open. Vexen was fast. She had always been fast. Back when she had fended for herself she had caught poisonous insects for food with her bare hands. She had learned to outrun the other lost souls in the Land Below when they chased her calling ‘Daemon!’

She span around the door, seeing the backs of the two soldiers who had heeded her mental command. There was no noise as she brought up the dart gun. Only the sound of clattering armour as the two unconscious soldiers collapsed to the ground.

Micah! Where are you? She called.

 

[Ameli Trahir]

Location: Shipyards.
Objective: B
Allies: [member="Lassiter"]
Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"]
Gear: No lightsaber

It was as if her mind was only now catching up to what had happened. Everything had transpired so fast. Sena, who Ameli had never seen fall in combat had suddenly gone limp. Trapped in the embrace of the Jedi, no matter how loud she had yelled 'get your hands off her!' In the end, it seemed like it had been a ruse, and Sena had never truly been under the Jedi's control. What really had happened was hard to discern from the sidelines, and to say sensing him through the Force was a challenge was an understatement. Ameli had thought they'd gained the upper hand when Sena broke off with his weapon, but it appeared that he 1) had another, and 2) his didn't work for Sena. This left two very unarmed, very exposed Sithlings.

Luckily for them (although Sena would probably never admit that), the Jedi seemed to have lost interest in them. Just as good, this would give them time to pick up a new set of weapons, and hopefully cause a little menace inside the orbital shipyard. So far, however, this had been a day of breaking things. First, their ship, then their lightsabers. Did Micah still have Sena's?

When Sena finally rejoined the blonde by her side, Ameli gave her a sour look. "Really? You broke it?" he yanked her lightsaber back from Sena's belt, and clipped it back into her own. Maybe she could get someone to fix it for her. Maybe, just maybe, this meant they were even after the whole 'let me just pick an outfit while the ship is on fire'-situation. Probably not.

Sena had a plan, and Ameli followed. However, the Jedi raced past them, and seemed determined to shut them inside. Ameli summoned the Force, and attempted to grip his feet and have him stumble. Of course, he powered on and raced past her as if she hadn't been there. He was protected against the Force. This left the duo with little other options than to watch what happen happen, perhaps fling a large object that only would come crashing into the doors as they shut.

Ameli grumbled, and exchanged another dissatisfied look with Sena. "What was that all about?" She looked around, thinking there couldn't possible be only one entrance, on one side of this relatively large hangar. Was there another one? Or would they have to get creative? The blonde turned to the more experienced redhead for guidance. "What now?"

 

[Lassiter]

Location: Space Station
Objective: Venting. Soon.
Ally: [member="Ameli Trahir"]
Coward: [member="Micah Talith"]
Gear: Non-descript (non-special) armor and formerly a Lightsaber as well.

Her shoulders slumped up and down at rapidly increasing intervals and her nose called out in exhaustion mixed anger. Rage wasn’t even accurate to describe just how much Sena was boiling inside, burning up as if the mere idea of it all ending like this was very much the opposite of what she had in mind. Because it was. The voice deep within her called out for blood, it wanted that kid dead and Sena was more than willing to provide.

As he had swept away she had tried to make the chase yet failed at reaching the doors in time. And so there she stood. Panting, grinding her teeth and rubbing her eyebrows as if it was nobody’s business. The time between each breath decreased to the point where the only valid way to express herself was through the ancient tradition of cathartic screaming. Her fist hit the door once more in a far less gentle manner. Her hand called out for a second in pain before it was all numbed out by the intense fury within her.

Her eyes set on the poor blonde next to her with a stare that could dry up the greatest of oceans.

“Of course I did!” Sena snarled at Ameli. “I make such a habit of breaking things when I am incapacitated by a cun-...”

This wouldn’t do. Breaking out into anger at Ameli wasn’t how she rolled.

That was reserved for Joycelyn.

Sena extended her hands and swept them in front of her as if gently sweeping an imaginary counter.

Deep breath.

“I make a real habit of breaking things when I am incapacitated by a cunning opponent.” Sena stated with as much calm as she could muster. “Now, we’re going to find a ship. We’re going to find a pilot and then you...” She pointed at Ameli. “You just get yourself ready for a very long trip.”

Eyebrow perked, stare softening up ever so slightly. Sena was pulling all of the most unsmooth of moves one after another but the message was hopefully clear enough. It wasn’t the trip that would be long. It was the part where Sena made it up to Ameli. Shopping for things, detours to Zeltros and other places. Anything that they could get away with while aboard a Republican ship.

Hey, it was the least Sena could do after she took control of the poor man by the loading ramp to the nearest freighter, right? The man who at first had been reluctant to help, but the force and mind control had one hell of a way of making people change their minds like that.

An unwilling pilot became a more than willing servant. The take-off turned into a breeze and subsequent IFF transmission equally so. The jump into hyperspace took them out of the battle and as a result the pilot had become a whole lot more disposable than he was from the start. In fact, he served no purpose at all.

Standing in the hallway and looking into the cockpit Sena pondered on what to do next.

“So, do we dispose of him first or do we do that after?” She asked Ameli as her head twisted just ever so slightly to her side for minimal eye contact. “It’s up to you.”

In the end, whatever happened there would be recuperations to be had. Blisters in hands to be healed up. It would most likely also be a good idea to get those fists checked out as well, but not before landing at their destination.

Wherever that was.

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[Aston Jacobs]

Objective A: The Killing Fields
Location: Contruum-Witch ain't gonna get none of this good stuff! IN RETREAT MODE!!!!!!
Allies: Galactic Republic
Enemies: The One Sith-[member="Revy Khai"]

She was strong, as was her spell as it was apparent in the pain that he now felt from the vines tightening up on the Jedi Padawan. While his force push had hit its intended target, she had strengthened the spell that was now squeezing in his legs. As it became almost frantic it seemed but with as ease the lightsaber blade burned through the roots of the vines, directly at their grounding point, which would free him, but they were still around his leg as the Jedi Padawan worked to get them off of him, stumbling back a pace or two until he was completely free, leaving a trail of vines in the path from the source to where he was now.

Aston looked up to the sky for a moment as the thunder and dark clouds continued their dominance on the land, and while that wasn't the only thing. It seemed that the Republic was on the move, a loss for them. While a loss was heartening, the force was still with him. And as long as that remained so, he wouldn't ever stop.

Aston glanced in the far direction where his X-Wing was he would need to flee and regroup with his comrades. Aston stared at the witch a little while longer as he then glanced down to his hand as the pain that he should have felt at the time, wasn't felt, due to his other actions. But the mark had been made, Aston familiar with this move, and he couldn't have done anything to get rid of it. He would never be hers, not as long as he lived. And that just meant at some point in time, he would have to destroy her. The Jedi Padawan stared at his palm, just before glancing back up to the witch.

"This isn't a victory for you, not you." Aston said with clear determination in his voice. What ulterior motives she had planned for him, he didn't know. But he wasn't going to wait around to find out.

 

[Micah Talith]

[member="Vexen"]

Micah's heart was racing through his veins, thundering in his ears. That cold flash of foreshadowing would cut like a vibroshiv into his skin, tearing his innards asunder and pinpointing his focus into one this.

His mother.

Through the Force he would catch the mental cry of Vexen, and his Bloodwalker boots would pound the floor as he would race to the hanger. He didn't know how long the shut blast door would keep the Sith in. He didn't know who else he might end up stumbling upon. What he did know is that he had to get off this station with Vex, and he had to do it fast. And now.

The goal was now to reach planetside and through the fray.

Now making a turn from Hanger 23 to 24, running toward him were half a dozen troops armed with blaster rifles. Their standard Imperial armor identified them as not Republic. Micah brought his lightsaber out and snapped it to life, the incandescent orange of his blade reflecting across the polished durasteel walls as he did not break stride.

The troopers began firing and Micah let himself sink into the Force again. Behind that black visor, a determined, grim line set upon his features. The cornea's of his eyes would flare into a bright orange hue as bolts came angling towards him. Twirling his lightsaber blade in line, he would bat them away back towards the troopers, aiming for non lethal paths as they would strike armor.

I'm coming, Vex, his voice would sail across their bond.

I'm coming.

 

[Vexen]

[member="Micah Talith"]

TK-721 was bored. He was perfectly content being bored. The sounds of distant blaster fire echoed down the hallway, yet he was stood guarding hangar bays with his partner well away from the fighting. Better this than trying to take down Republic Jedi, or getting accidentally fried by an over-exuberant Sith in his books.

Thwump

“Huh?” TK-783 murmured as he turned on his heels. The lights at the far end of the corridor had turned off.

Thwump

Another bank of lights went off. “Must be on a sensor,” TK-721 said, he waved his arms around a bit, but nothing happened.

Thwump, thwump, thwump, thwump, thwump, thwump.

The darkness encroached on their position until it engulfed them. He reached for his belt and found the small light in his utility kit and fixed it to his rifle.

“Not in my eyes!” 783 protested as his helmet was lit up in the small cone of light.

“Do you see a lightswitch around?” he asked, swinging the small light back and forth. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. There was no sound of footsteps, but was that a breath he heard? Surely he was imagining things!

There was no warning before the dark shape flitted across the cone of his flashlight. “Kark!” he shouted. Both blaster rifles came up with a gentle hum as the safety catches were released and they charged up to fire.

721 didn’t see or hear anything, but he was aware of the concept of something moving in the shadows. Before he could react there was a bright crackle of blue sparks against his partners visor as something struck him. 783 dropped to the deck like a puppet whose strings had been cut. His flashlight rolled across the floor and span around in circles.

There was something caught in the shadows holding a short stun baton. He twisted as quickly as he could and fired, the red bolt illumination the recesses of the corridor and burning the image of some canine creature into his retina. The baton came around quicker than he could react to. Pain lanced up his arms as a jolt was sent through his blaster, which dropped to the floor.

Training kicked in and he stepped back and unsheathed his combat knife. The blade held in a reverse hand grip he stepped in and swung several times as the shadow. Like an intangible mist it flowed around his blade each time and he struck nothing but air. As he came forward another time the thing darted under his swing with incredible speed.

TK-721 felt something pull down on his shoulder as if something was climbing his back. He bucked and tried to slash back over his head. There was another bolt of pain, a bright flash of blue and everything went dark.

~

Vexen stayed on her haunches, perched in the middle of the back of the second Stormtrooper she had stunned. Her breath came in ragged bursts and it felt like her heart was going to break at this pace.

The din of battle continued. Micah was near, but she couldn’t sense exactly where.

Quickly! She urged. The way is clear!

 

[Revy Khai]

[member="Aston Jacobs"]

Teeth would bare in a hiss at the Jai, the Nightsister's face twisted into a savage visage of hunger, anger, and lust.

"Saya akan memberikan pengajuan , Jai . The Winged Dewi maupun Allah bertaring akan dapat menghemat ."

Thunder cracked over head and rain would pelt down upon them both. Blood would seep to the earth but her words would carry a promise that would bring a chill down the spine. And while the Jai would remove himself from the tangles of the growth, Revy would utter the seal that would bind him to her.
"Anda milik saya !"

The bloodtrail mark would now be forever a brand that would tie the Jai to her. With it, she would be able to track him anywhere. He would not be free of her clutches. He would learn his place and beget daughters unto her.

He would serve his position well.

For into this sea of stars there was no place he would be able to find shelter. Nothing would stand between them, and she would not be denied.

One last lash of her hand would prompt her banshee scream, and from her clawed hand lances of Force lightning would attempt to bring him down before he fled...

 

[Aston Jacobs]

[member="Revy Khai"]

Only death could free him now, not his....but hers. If he had to kill her he would, he would give her the opportunity to forget this at some point in the future, and if she didn't. Sometime,somewhere in the vastness of the galaxy. He would kill her, and the force would set him free. The Jedi Padawan started taking off in a jog and was fixing to utilize a burst of force speed when he heard that scream again. Distance had diminished it, but it was still echoed across the plains, and it had struck the padawan, as he turned his blade ignited ready to end this now if he had too.

Thus the streak of force lightning struck from her hand and the Jedi padawans blade moved across his body and the blade absorbed the lightning protecting the padawan from harm. The scream caused the same familiar pain as it had done earlier, that had caused him to drop to one knee. However, Aston still had fight left in him the Padawan used the force and cleared his mind, as a wave of energy showed around the his physical form. Aston breathed in deeply as he looked towards the witch with determination in his eyes, as he would used this as a means of his escape. As it diminished the scream to almost nothing, but building up the energy around him. The Jedi Padawan dove to his side, the lightsaber still in the air absorbing the energy ignited still with Aston's power of the force. Until at the last moment the blade disengaged and dropped harmlessly to the ground. The Jedi Padawans hands came forward sending a wave of energy in a force push at the witch. It would distract her, that was evident enough. That would be exactly what he needed.

It was clear that she wouldn't give up, and that Aston wasn't going to stand here and continue fighting her. She had the upper hand now as most of his allies had left, no one would be coming to help him. The Padawan summoned his blade to him not planning on giving her another chance, not today anyway. He would use the force and speed away from this fight, back to his x-wing that was thankfully still functional and leave the planet. All the while he thought about the mark on his hand, and how he felt it would forever change his life, whether for bad or good. One thing remained certain though, was that he would need to keep both eyes open from now on, everywhere he was at.

 

[Micah Talith]

[member="Vexen"]


Micah's head would swivel towards the direction he felt Vex call through the Force. Behind him, the Talith heard more blaster-fire and his lips thinned to a straight line. Jaw clenched tight, he continued his path, the Force amplifying his movements as he sped through. The bat of his saber would swing to deflect more crimson bolts, and the sudden lash of an EMP blast would erupt in a cone straight out towards a squad of Imperial droids.

The sound of metal chassis' crashing to the ground resonated down the corridor. His movement from it would bring him within sight of another hatch towards Hanger 25. The chaos would only grow, but the Talith was of a singular focus. He felt rather than saw Vex scoot into position near him.

"Vex!" his modulated voice erupted from his helm. Micah caught a too close bolt on his blade, the hum of the orange saber a blur in front of him.

"How's the path to the ship?!"