Invasion Return of the Jedi | GA Invasion of TSE's Korriban/Felucia Hexes

[Pom Stych Tivé]

N I G H T S I S T E R S
the R E S U R R E C T I O N​

Enemy Tags: Jax Thio & Aveline Cuiléin ​

The Jedi master could not dispel the Nightsister he had targeted. "Amusing, how your kind always hold your beliefs elevated over everyone else, and yet you are always the first to attack," she declared in a calm tone.

Would he dare disagree? How he would also be the liar for it then as well!

The Nightsister materialized once again and put herself in between the Jedi and the place where his Padawan would find herself introduced to the Darkside…and yet… "I sense your little friend already knows of the Darkside. As her teacher, did she learn of it through you? She lives harboring such a small seed inside herself, something she feeds from time to time." Pom's new compatriot in death shall force-feed her some more of it. "So much wasted potential."

"Give the Holocron back, or I shall take it!" demanded the resurrected one of the Padawan.

The Nightsister quickly tore open the stopper to an amusing little tincture. It belongs to the vial containing Pyro-Technics. As she released her magick a series of random blinding flashes generated before and all around the Jedi master. A Sonic Boom followed each flash of light. An onslaught of Malasia would coincide. Her intention is to disorient, and blind the Jedi from visualizing what lay before them, or cause a Seizure to those who are susceptible. She wanted to show him what he is missing.​

 

[Darth Achema]

KORRIBAN
Valley of the Dark Lords
Fighting: Kenth Ordo

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Darth Achema seems fascinated with the Padawan, but senses that he would not join the Sith willingly; this Padawan was good "You're good" He said to the Padawan smirking. "Perhaps you would like to be my apprentice, perhaps?" she would like someone to teach, she would like to teach a new generation of Sith but would still be outgoing and romantic at times with those her age. This Padawan seems to interest her with his skill in combat. "You're not like others Jedi I faced, they were all pathetic" She says showing her lustful nature. She then strikes fast and agile making she to test him for anything useful.

 

[Aveline Cuiléin]

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LOCATION: Korriban, Sith Academy
EQUIPMENT: Meditation Amulet, Cosaint Bracers, Simple Jedi Robes
TAGS: Jax Thio Pom Stych Tivé​

"Give the Holocron back, or I shall take it!" demanded the resurrected one of the Padawan.​

The voice of the Sith ran sharp like daggers to her soul. She had no doubts he could take the thing back if he wanted. Why hadn't he? Was he tormenting her for the sake of it? Sounded like a Sith... The thought that he might not be able to due to being an illusion did not cross her mind. In fact, it was her very first encounter with an illusion.

The darkness surrounding her was closing in, and the hilltop was fading from sight with every moment. Malice poured from the holocron, biting at her bones. Why was it so important? Why did the Sith want it so badly? It was her mission to come here and destroy them, but she did not know how. Was holding onto it worth dying for? Why had she even come here?

"Take it then! If it's so precious to you!" The holocron had brought her only doom. Only hate and a desire to break her from within came from it. Why hold on to it, keep it close, and aid it in its mission? She pulled it out from her robe, wanting to toss it at the Sith, but she lost her grip on the pyramid. Still it slipped from her grip, and clattered to the ground between the two.

The young Padawan felt alone, cut off from those around her. Had the masters of the Silver Jedi sent her here to die before she was ready? She knew the answer almost as soon as she had asked it. She had practically been begging to come. Scared as she was of the prospect of going to war, she had wanted to be here. Aveline felt it as her duty as a Jedi, even if she was just a Padawan. When the chance arose to strike at the heart of the Sith, to unite the Jedi in a combined effort to strike at the heart of darkness, she could not in good conscience sit on her hands and watch from a comfortable distance back on Kashyyyk.

It was her destiny to become a Jedi. She had believed that. She had lied and told herself she couldn't die before she had fulfilled that destiny. Now she was cowering and wavering at the very first encounter with the Dark Side... It sickened her to think of it. She might very well die here today, and against a Sith Lord, what chance did she stand? Death was not the end of hope. The very least she could do was die a Jedi, and fulfil her destiny that way.

All around her blinding flashes went off, blinding as well as deafening. That sickening feeling she had felt only grew stronger. This might be it, Aveline thought. But at the very least she would reject the darkness. As if to prove to her that even now, under these circumstances, she was not truly alone, the blessing of the former Grandmaster of the Silvers, Coren Starchaser came to her aid.

The power innate with the Coisant bracers responded to the assault upon Aveline. In an instant she was wrapped within a small bubble of Force protection. It served to protect the wearer from blasters and Force powers alike, but in this instance only the latter applied... Like finally coming up for air after being trapped underwater, the world around her tore through the seams of the illusion. She could feel Jax again, reaching out to her. The Jedi too, who once had seemed so far away now came flowing back as the walls of darkness began to crumble around her. "Jax!"

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[Iasha Rha]

Alina Tremiru Kat Decoria​

She could swear that jar was talking to them.

Iasha’s eyes skittered around the room, looking for some phantom ventriloquist as the jar on the altar made its proposition to the two Sith. This was not what they were there for. Their mission was to set up an additional channel to strengthen the ritual of the Sith Lords.

This was all very wrong.

“Alina n-”

Iasha reached a hand out to stop the blonde Acolyte, but felt herself stopped by a strange urge.

Her fingers curled back into a fist and she too walked nearer to the great urn. Alina was the quickest, opening the urn in a flourish. Iasha took half a step back and looked about the room as the red light from above darkened as a mind-splitting shriek cut the room. A black ooze rose up and out of the urn, spilling from the top as half a dozen hands burst out of the urn and seized the rim.

They tried to pry each other away, fighting for their place in the mortal realm. One hand, black as ink, burst out from the centre. A shoulder followed, then an ashen scalp. The female form twisted and writhed unnaturally and serpentine as she pushed herself impossibly through the narrow opening of the jar. She planted her legs on either side of the urn. The other arm came last, pulling away from the other, grasping hands. In its grasp was a cloak of darkness that she draped around herself with a flourish as the screams finally stopped.

The room fell to silence as her ember-like eyes fell on the two acolytes.

She appeared both corporeal and incorporeal, seeming to flicker in and out of existence, and the shadows that touched her did not follow the rules set of the overhead lighting. Instead, they seemed to cradle her from every angle as she inspected the two young women in front of her.

Iasha’s jaw dropped at the sight, her eyes transfixed on the ashen woman standing before them.

She could not believe what she just saw.

 

[Jax Thio]

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Location: Korriban, Sith Academy​

Equipment: Jedi Amor, Jax's Lightsaber​

Tag: Aveline Cuiléin , Pom Stych Tivé (Enemy)​

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"Hilarious coming from a Sith who encased my Padawan in an illusion in an attempt to break her," Jax said angling his Lightsaber towards the pale skinned woman who blocked his path to Aveline. He could start to feel Aveline's presence again, she was facing a mental onslaught coming from the ancient Sith Lord and he can sense her fear. "Aveline is strong," he thought sweat starting to form on his brow he truly believed that with all his heart. The question was that she learned enough from Jax to combat the dark side? Jax's heart began to beat a little faster, from what little he could mine from Aveline death was on her mind.​

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"No," a whisper came from Jax. "You won't die Aveline," he continued. "I won't let you die not in this forsaken tomb of a planet!"​

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If anyone should die it was Jax, he wasted his life bumbling around messing with other people's lives and trying to become someone he wasn't. Jax wanted to be a charming ladies man when trying impress women especially Kayla Luspark but it failed miserably. His reckless charge during the battle of the Sandy Steps lead to most of his troops getting slaughtered with Jax wounded by Arthur the Remorseless and Master Oda sacrificing herself to save him. Jax's greatest feat that lead him to become a Jedi Knight involved him using the dark side to kill Arthur. The moment he became a Knight, Jax spent it wallowing in his self pity.​

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It was Aveline who deserved to be a Jedi, her light outshines Jax. "Aveline," he used the force to whisper in her head. "You never waiver you're not going to die. You're too damn important to me, you are one of the best people to come in my life. You helped save me but despite it all I'm still scum and you are full of life. I will die in your stead if need be, you are the person that the Jedi need not me. All I can do is to show you to not make my mistakes."​

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"Jax!"​

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The Jedi saw Aveline burst out of the dark bubble, before he could do anything he was blinded by the Sith's flashing light. Though he was blinded momentarily, his instincts pointed him to the woman's direction. "AVELINE!" Jax used the force to freeze the woman in place. "ATTACK HER NOW!" He could not see but he can feel Aveline. This was what he could do for her, give her a chance to be a hero.​

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[Darth Ophidia]

Alina Tremiru Iasha Rha Kat Decoria​

"For the Empire"

Memories rushed back to her like a breath of fresh air.

Bastion, the war. It would seem that even among her own there were those who feared her power and sought to prevent her triumph over death. They had made this contraption, gathered her remains, and sealed her away from returning from the Netherworld. Their faces were unclear to her, but their actions filled her with a deep and burning hatred. It was this hatred that, when Alina lifted the lid of the urn, gave her the power to take a temporary, physical form. The darkness was unnaturally strong here on Korriban, and the ritual at the temple of sacrifice made it easier for her to seize a hold of that power, at least for a time.

So she crawled her way out of hell and pulled with her a cloak of darkness in which to shroud herself from peering eyes. It moulded herself to her body as it hugged her form like a void in reality.

"Acolytes of the Sith, true servants of the dark side of the Force"

Her unblinking eyes drifted over the two of them, then settled on Alina as the one who lifted the lid. A pair of disks, intricately carved and made from a dull grey metal, appeared in her ashen palm and turned between her fingers before drifting down toward the two of them.

"Your service will be rewarded."

Her grey lips curled into a grey and eerie smile as she looked up, then once more down at the two acolytes.

"You should run."

With what sounded like a flash of thunder, the spectre of Darth Ophidia vanished from their sight. Lights, small and red, now drifted down from the pyramid above. They swirled around the room lazily before crashing into one of the many grotesque figures entrapped in the walls. Then another, and another. The room steadily dimmed and from their left came the sound of something breaking, like an egg cracking open. Then on the right as well. The decorations began to crumble as the frozen figures cracked through their carbonite cells to enact vengeance on she who felled them or those who freed her.

The dead guardians of the tomb were not too keen on any visitors at all, really.

Darth Strosius

Released from her prison and her corporeal limitations, yet temporarily graced with an intense spiritual connection to Korriban and all Sith who fought there, she sought out those who she had wished to empower the most in her life. Unseen, unheard, but not unfelt, she lent a sliver of her power to them so they could do what she could not at this moment.

The first one she sought out was her apprentice: Alisteri Haxim.

"Use your hatred." -She whispered in his ear.

Darth Ophidia once empowered her student before, during his first trial on Ambria. At that time, she had hindered his enemy, but this time she sought instead to temporarily imbue him with some of the power and experience she had garnered from a lifetime of service to the Sith.

"Remember, my apprentice"

Her gift was his to accept and to use, should he so desire.

 

[Asmundr Varobalder]

PROSPERITY’S PROTECTOR | THERE IS NO CHAOS, THERE IS HARMONY
THE NEW JEDI ORDER | STRIKE TEAM SHAN
AVE PLAGUE

The Force hesitates. It pauses. A pattern has broken, and it isn’t aware a pattern has broken, but a part of it is. The giving, the taking, it is balanced and it is whole, but it is much. Too much. A part of it grasps at the changes and tries to tell The Warden. A warning. The Light’s triumph is imminent, but the darkness is powerful. And The Warden stops. Its thoughts are careful. The Warden considers the dead space, the structure, the reaching out, the reaching out, the reaching out.

Everything in his sight tunnelled into a streamline of brilliance. A booming, glowing eclipse of white consumed all the consciousness he had to lend.

The Force. He had passed through it, been ripped apart by it, welcomed by it, used by it, become one with it, and still been a simple enough man to reassemble on the other side. It had saved him. It had saved them.

And he had never seen anything in his life that had been such a complex union of the darkness and light. He was sobbing again, fear, relief, and exultation and mortal awareness. It was too much.

And that...that was fine.

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Once more, the Master's meld reduced its effect on those it had empowered as he slipped into something nigh comatose. This time, the withdrawal was more akin to a gentle fade as he slipped into the void's gentle, welcoming caress.

The call was made, the entry was hot. While most of the Sith’s fleets were purposefully tied over Felucia, there was a smattering of ships that remained engaged above Korriban’s atmosphere.

Thus, the Jedi and Alliance reinforcements snapping toward the planet weren’t entirely unscathed. A few were lost, and never made it to their evacuation landing zones, others were far more fortunate.

One starship, Katarine Ryiah ‘s trajectory was purposefully toward Strike team Shan –– where they’d be required to evacuate the collapsed Jedi Warden, Seer, and Padawan. At all costs.

BATTLMELD: REDUCED // DISABLED​

ALLIES | NJO | GA | Zark San Tekka
STRIKE TEAM SHAN: Leon Gallo // Master Zoryu // Jannik Morlandt
STRIKE TEAM WINDU: Shaka Sunstar // Oceiros Sunstrider
STRIKE TEAM SKYWALKER: Coren Starchaser // Ryv
STRIKE TEAM TANO: Aveline Cuiléin // Jax Thio
STEIKE TEAM VOS: Allyson Locke // Bernard of Arca // Zaavik Dagoth
STRIKE TEAM RHYSODE: Kenth Ordo // Aramis Sunstrider // Tycho Reeves
STRIKE TEAM KENOBI: Ripley Kühn // Karn Syndulla // Kat Decoria // Kaleleon
STRIKE TEAM FEL: Rurik Fel // Rhis Kistal // Mesh Zetnu
STRIKE TEAM FAY: Auteme // Lucien Dooku // Mato Kejak

ENEMIES | TSE | THE DARKSIDE

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Equipment​

Armor Taralraiskaz Battle Plate Helm of Malignant Anima Fist of Moridin the Great Weapons Kotsnwûl & Woljirtyûk Derriphan the Devourer Other Empyrean Gland

Derriphan slammed into the ground near the dueling rivals, the weathered stone crackling outward in spider-web faultlines. Dust exploded up from the impact, thickening the air with a haze of dull orange detritus. ​

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Carnifex continued the offensive, swinging his lightsaber in wide heavy arcs towards the former Grandmaster, met each and every time by the Jedi's resolute blades. The once-Emperor favored aggressive styles like Djem So and Juyo, weaving them into his own style which had felled countless Jedi over the decades. The amount of dead men's blood that coated his hands was incalculable, it could drown whole worlds.​

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Resolute fury was etched on Carnifex's face, half-hidden by the leering visage of a skull pulled tight over his upper face and cranium. His eyes burned with ferocious anger, the only emotion which seemed to emanate off of him in waves.​

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He knew only hate, everything else had been burned to cinders.​

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A blast of light briefly caused him to close his eyes, taking a step back in a defensive stance to protect him against any sneak attacks. None came, as Starchaser used the opportunity to create distance between the two. ​

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Nothing more than a temporary measure, Carnifex was certain of that.​

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"Your thoughts betray you, Starchaser, your feelings for your friends are strong." Carnifex flourished his blade as Derriphan tore itself free from the ground, levitating silently in the air like a stalking predator. "Especially for..." Carnifex breathed in as if he salivated with every word. "Daughter? So, you have a flesh and blood daughter. Your feelings have now betrayed her too, you should have never brought her here..."​

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Carnifex lunged through the air, briefly spinning around before swinging his blade down in a tremendous arc in an attempt to bisect Starchaser from head to crotch. A few moments later, Derriphan moved in for the attack towards Coren, training on him like a heat-seeking missile wherever he had dodged to.​

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"You should have never brought her to me."​

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Coren Starchaser | Other Space Kaiden | Ryv | Kyra Perl ​

 

[Beltran Rarr]

Beltran Rarr

Location: Arriving at Valley of Kings, sorry for being late :-(
Objective: Try not to get eaten by clown.
Allies: GA Personnel
Enemies: The Sith, Ingrid L'lerim (RP planned), AMCO

• Armor: Katarn Mk. III Light Powered Armor
• Clothing: Katarn Undersuit, Bantha Load-bearing system
• Primary Weapons: 10mm Pulse Rifle
• Secondary Weapons: Death-Dealer Handcannon (drop holster, right hip - loaded with Sith-Killer Ammunition), Pulse Pistol (chest holster) Lightsaber (clipped to waist), Lightsaber Pike (strapped to back), Wrist Mounted Blaster (right wrist), Tactical Vibroblade (right boot), Incendiary Grenades, Cryo-Ban Grenades

Beltran considered her words for a long moment. A world without the Force. Was that even possible? As Beltran understood things, the Force came from life and vice versa. If there was no Force, could there even be life? His mind wandered to his readings about the Yuuzhan Vong invasion several centuries ago. They were said to exist outside of the Force. However, they were also from another galaxy, so perhaps that was why? Beltran didn't know, and he wasn't the type of man to pretend to understand something he didn't.

"A galaxy without the Force..." He responded slowly. "I cannot even imagine the ramifications of such a thing. What would happen to those species who rely on the Force to live?" It wasn't simply a question of Jedi or Sith and neither order had a monopoly on the mystical energy field, regardless of what they might think.

After another moment, Beltran voiced another thought. "Tyranny and atrocity are not exclusively related to the Force. I do not know if the simple removal of that aspect would really change much. Those who desire power and to dominate would still pursue those ends and those who struggle for freedom would still oppose them."

Finally, Beltran finished by saying: "So in essence, I have no idea what such a world would like. Would it be an improvement? Would it be an end to all life? Who can truly say?" It was a question that was above his paygrade by several orders of magnitude.

"...after that, it will be best if you leave now and hopefully we can talk under more normal circumstances one day…”

So there it was. What to do now? It was obvious from the energy radiating from the tomb that whatever had been going on inside had been accomplished. The clown-demon thing remained between him and the entrance and Beltran was far from sure that he could get passed it and certain that he couldn't do it without presenting too tempting a target to Ingrid L'lerim to pass up. In essence, he was completely outclassed and outmaneuvered.

Had this been an infantry battle that he was commanding, all he could do was order a retreat and save what personnel and material he could. The war between Jedi and Sith would not be settled on this world, regardless of who won the day. Neither would his death attempting to fight from such a disadvantage do anything other than remove him from a future conflict where he might be able to do some good.

So it was, with some bile in his mouth, that he nodded to her. "You have been honest with me today," He said. "And you have acted with honor, even when I failed to listen to your warnings. For this, I will do as you ask and quit the field. If our forces clash again, I will count you as an enemy of quality and look for you on the field. And perhaps, if the time comes when you no longer support the Sith I may even come to call you ally."

With a final nod, Beltran turned his back to the woman. This time it was not a demonstration of defiance, but one that represented a modicum of trust. He walked down the hill back toward his ship, leaving the Jedi and the Sith to their battles.

None of that mattered to him now, for he had much to consider.

(OOC: This is going to be Beltran's last post to this invasion. As always, it was a pleasure writing with you all and a special shoutout to my dance partner Ingrid L'lerim . I'm really looking forward to our characters meeting again. )

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

N I G H T S I S T E R S
the R E S U R R E C T I O N​

Enemy Tags: Jax Thio & Aveline Cuiléin ​

The Resurrected reclaimed from the Padawan the artifact which belongs to his ancestors. The vile touch of the Light from the Ashla still lingered on it, although minutely, as the creature caught it before it hit the ground. Such things screamed in opposition when such heinous beings as Jedi even contemplate their secrets.

The holocron sealed once again, and all at once the Illusion faded. The Resurrected was called away to a higher purpose. The Sith Lords in the Temple of Sacrifice are calling.

"Purpose," whispered the creature, longingly. He slipped into absolute darkness and went on his way to forge his destiny.



Here is the Jedi again on the attack. Such violent beings. Coming onto Sith land, the land of their ancestors, a core planet, in the Darkside Nexus. Just what did they hope to gain here?

The Matriarch is a master of Malasia. She can see the Force stretch across the universe as a plane of intersecting strings. She shall not be bound by any force power, especially one that must seep through such chaotic imbalance to affect her. This is her element, as much as she has trouble operating within the Light. Surely the best of Jedi may be able to work what would surely be a magnificent feat, to send enough Light through Darkness to completely shape the Force here. But she definitely expecting something to be thrown at her, and she saw it coming.

Jedi are supposed to be calm, collected. She never met one yet who stood as any semblance of what their Dogma decrees.

'No.'

Of course she has.

' Argis Volmir . Yes. He lived as a true Jedi.'

And like Loske Treicolt , he had been her friend. But that was ages ago, before Pom matured, came into her power under the guidance of Carnifex.

'Shall they dare come to Dathomir, or Dromund Kaas next? Put their holy righteous stank all across the galaxy? Let the Nexus have them!'

Pom turned and she focused among the Darkness, transforming the chaos to do her bidding. It served her purpose, could not escape her demands. She wielded the thrashing, aching tendrils of the Force and twisted it highly, like a whip into her grasp.

The Matriarch threw her hands out and the Spirit of Ichor leapt from her palms with the force of a geyser. She Thrust the two Jedi away from her.

She stormed over to face the girl first…and the Nightsister, with her fingertips dripping with her Potion to ensnare with lethargy gripped hold of the girl's collar quite tightly. "So pitiful! All offering of power at your fingertips just a moment ago, and THIS is what you choose to follow? Look at this being that calls himself a MAN! He is NOTHING!" she seethed. From her core, she reached out in the Force and wove it to lift the welp off her heels before the eyes of her master. The Nightsister wanted to help the girl to unlock her potential, right here and now.

The Nightsister completely ignored the Jedi master, feeling him insignificant. "Why don't we take a little trip back into your memories, and see just how anger has molded you; shall we?" she asked the Padawan, prepared next to send the girl's thoughts into a fury of confusion, and turn her mindset towards the Darkside of the Force.​

 

[Onrai]

Kaleleon

"Still getting used to the whole 'multiple manifestations' thing. My apologies." She said. The ability to be in multiple places at one time was something Vanessa had still not gotten used to despite it having been some time since she had consumed the energies of Ooradryl and his brood. The power was amazing, but she could only do that which she could comprehend - that which for now was still mostly within her mere humanoid views.

The use of Force Light channeled into the weapon she had pushed up to prevent her from being blasted were he to fire the gun did cause her pain, and she did pull back as a result. This gave her the opportunity to focus her energy into the phrik ball bearing and send it at several kilometers an hour towards the torso of the Jedi. How successful the hyperaccelerated pellet was at causing him harm, she was not certain. Hopefully it could prove incapacitory.

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Ripley Kühn

So it was that the chase began. Vanessa recovered her blanket and was hot on the heels of Ripley, picking up the explosives as she dropped them and staying on her like a foxhound after its prey. Occasionally she would throw the explosive bundles up far into the air, allowing them to detonate with no more damage to the nearby buildings than shattered transparisteel or a shaking of dust off ancient ruins. She recalled Ripley's original contact to her partner - that they were going to blow this joint, a presumed euphemism for leaving as her proper detonation of things was not working.

Once the Jedi had finally run out of explosives to plant, which took a good while as they raced through the city, Vanessa grasped the blanket with two hands and attempted to snare Ripley in it once more. A potential trip-up at this speed would not be a fun experience.

 

[Veino Garn]

Asmenys iv irus kash tave jen'
Equipment: Armor | Handcannon | Stun Pearls (Several dozens) | Powdered Death Stick Gas Grenades
Allies: Coren Starchaser Ryv Zark San Tekka Jedi, etc.
Opponent: Sanguine Nocturnal
Location: Temple of Sacrifice Approach
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Air wafted behind him and he stepped into it, sliding back against that far wall, and moving along the corridor. He could still hear lightsabers buzzing in the distance behind him. But those were no longer a concern of his. He had a mission to accomplish, one that could not wait.

Already, he had felt the meld vanish and then eventually reappear. Meant the Jedi had had a rough time but were rallying. Good for them. But it also meant that time had passed faster than he had anticipated. And meant whatever Dark Side forces had been in preparation were nearing their completion.

Which meant he needed to find his information sooner and then get off-world. It wouldn't be unlike them at all to sacrifice everyone on the planet for whatever horrific thing they were aiming for.

He had moved another dozen meters down the hallway when he heard the clanking of the thermal detonators echoing through the tunnel and he threw himself to the ground. A field of the Force shimmered around him as the detonators exploded over in the other tunnel.

In the cramped space, the shockwaves ripped through the tunnels in every direction. A wave of dust and chunks of rock hammered against the Force-barrier. Those were stopped and hammered against the ground, even as more rained down and threw themselves in his direction.

The shockwave rippled through the air, however, and it hammered against his body and lungs. He coughed as the pain echoed through his body, but he steeled his mind against it and kept up the barrier. Around him, the rocks crumbled and cracked above his head. After a few moments, the ringing in his ears subsided and he shook his head to clear it.

So somebody was a fast learner and more than capable of improvising. Good, but she wasn't his mission. She'd probably got past the powder, which was clever of her. It was only a stopgap measure and easily bypassed with some clear thinking.

Maybe this Sith wasn't all raging emotions and such nonsense as he had expected. He rose to his knees and considered his options. A shaft of light shone through a gap in the rock not far away. These tunnels were far too vulnerable.

He thumbed the safety off on the hand-cannon and slid it back into the holster. A few moments was all it took to rig a rock with a handful of the stun pearls and the other powder grenade. If the rubble shifted, they'd go off.

With that in place, he pushed himself up to his feet and shook his head. He really was getting too old for this. Veino pushed himself forward again and slipped through a crack in the wall, seeding a few more of the pearls on the way.

If the detonators in the tunnel hadn't given her a concussion yet, these would. He could already feel the ache in his head growing. To be thirty years younger again, like he had been when he ran with the Army of Light. He would have shrugged it off, but a few decades of fighting more wars than he or any of the historians could keep track of was starting to take its toll.

But then, nobody had the experience he did. He'd done everything he could to train the next generation of the Underground, the Jensaarai, the Huntsmen, and more than a few special forces teams for a variety of governments.

And he would use every bit of it to accomplish his mission. There was a crack in the rock that he could squeeze through and climb up to the surface. A deep breath in and he squeezed through, letting the pads on his suit to carry him up the rock. Dirt and rock fell down past him onto the ground below until he rolled into an open cavern, where a rockslide had opened the catacombs up to the surface, and a thin stream of light trickled into the dark room.

 

[Ryv]

S W O R D _ O F _ T H E _ J E D I
GALACTIC ALLIANCE
NEW JEDI ORDER
Strike Team Skywalker
ARMOR | LIGHTSABER

RIP AND TEAR​

"The work is not yet finished," Ryv muttered, his weapon rested at his side. He took a step closer to Vulcanus. A sneer settled onto the Jedi Knight's face. He wanted to engage the beast and beat the monster bloody for what it did to him. His arm hung there, blood still falling from the grizzly trophy, chunks of wet meat thrashed about, barely connected to the limb by thin strands of ruined muscle. The kiffar's stump twitched as he looked down at it. While Asmundr managed to impart enough power to the younger Jedi to keep him from bleeding out, Ryv still lacked the arm. A direct clash with the graug would likely end in another brutal maiming, if not death.

"You didn't die. Good."

He took a deep breath. His grip on Resolve tightened as he looked from the creature to Coren and Carnifex. Their battle hadn't stopped, no reprieve, only a steady back and forth by the two combatants. Ryv could feel the same killer intent within the both of them as he did himself and Vulcanus. The quartet wanted no more than to slaughter those who stood against them. Ryv and Coren, in the name of the Light. Carnifex, in the name of Zambrano. Vulcanus, in the name of pure bestial fury.

"Make the suffering end?" Ryv asked as he took another step closer to the Seventh Day Emperor. "Beg? I'll be damned before you break me, beast. I will cut you down and return you to whatever pit in Hell these bastards dragged you out of. Drink of the darkness. Find solace in your hatred. It will never be enough, that I can assure you. It won't be today, but your time will come. I will hunt you down and deliver on my oath. Your days are numbered, as are all the Sith who've enacted their putrid will on this galaxy. Korriban is only the beginning. There will be more worlds taken from you. More lives lost. And when my host descends on Dromund Kaas, I will stand at its head. I will burn down your cities, slaughter your Brotherhood, and salt your fields. Your kind will be destroyed if it is the last thing I do."

Black flames swirled towards the Jedi Knight. It reeked of the Dark, visibly drenched in energy Ryv found absolutely revolting. He did not attempt to hide his disdain from Vulcanus. He took a third step forward, and Resolve flashed out before him. Behind the weapon came a blast of telekinetic energy that split the fireblast in two. The Sword stepped through as the fire parted around him. It licked at the edges of his coat, his skin reddened from the intensity, but he did not falter. His eyes, alight with an ironclad will, bore into the Lord of Ember's. He clenched his remaining fingers around the lightsaber and took a deep breath.

His mouth opened wide as he released a potent howl. The Force suffused the call with power as it thundered through the cavern. Bits of stone and small streams of dust rained down upon them all. He reached out to Coren through the Warden's meld and urged the Jedi Master to break away from his battle. Asmundr's power was not infinite. To become One with the Force wasn't a permanent development, and to do so in the face of so much dark power, well, the kiffar could only wonder what would become of the Battlemind.

"Coren! Evac is en route. We gotta get out of here!" Ryv took up a defensive position beside their point of entry and prepared to depart.

ALLIES | NJO | NIO | Coren Starchaser | Asmundr Varobalder
ENEMIES | TSE | ELDER COMPACT | Other Space Kaiden | Darth Carnifex

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Strike Team Shan
Objective: Evacuation

it had been ones 800 years since Katarine had been part of a Jedi mission. Indeed she had only went to the Alliance to learn more about the state of the galaxy. When they expressed a need for help she did not feel she could refuse. She may not be a Jedi these days but she still wanted to help those who hadn’t given up hope.

As the ship landed she felt the area around was lighter than the crushing darkness. It made the hairs on the back of her neck stick up. The troopers on board started shouting and making a line towards those in need of the evacuation.



Asmundr Varobalder Leon Gallo Jannik Morlandt Master Zoryu

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud
The Red Witch; The Night Queen, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Valley of the Kings, Korriban
Objective: Protect AMCO from any trouble.
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | G1 OmniLink || Shield talisman | Empyrean gland | Taozin amulet
Tag: Beltran Rarr

Ingrid waited patiently for what Beltran would say in her words. Their view (Wardens) was mainly about freeing the Force Users so they would no longer be prisoners of the Force, they would not have to wear the chains of the Force. She never really thought her view would be so similar to the man's. She thought exactly the same thing that everyone could die in. Tyranny and greed remain the same, the only thing that changes for other powers. There will always be someone trying to gain power and longing for it. That won't change either.

”Thank you for your answer! I think the same way you do. I also think everyone would die in this. But if not, maybe we would get a much more human, predictable world where we don’t have to reckon with the Force, just the human factor. I just thought it might be interesting to play with the idea.”

The Empress told the truth, she really thought so, this was the reason she, as the Empress and the interim leader of the Warden of the Shroud (until they found a better one), was holding back the work of her own men. Secretly, so as not to suspect this. Even though she was faithful to the death, it was no betrayal in her eyes. It saved lives by doing so and this idea was external to the original Nelvaanian culture anyway. The military dictatorship is right, it was accepted, but hardly a handful knew about this, and she did not want this burden. They may have been the necessary evil, but everything had its limits and its price. It was too high for everyone to be the death of everyone.

Nodded at the words of the man who decided to leave, thankfully. Nothing will continue to bother Adrian. Because of the ritual, the attackers did not seem to succeed. Even though there was no Sith, she would have regretted it if this place had fallen into the hands of the attackers because they had destroyed everything that belonged to the Dark Side.

”I similarly think we’ll be enemies next time, probably. But not all of our affairs belong to the Sith Empire. Maybe next time we find ourselves in a situation where we will be allies. Who knows what the future holds?”

Anything could happen, anytime. She nodded to the man, too, and then let her leave. The demon retreated into the tomb. Now she really had so much to do to wait for Adrian and get out of here. Maybe they’ll even have time to finish the holofilm they started earlier.


//OOC: Last post unless Adrian or Avernus needs Ingrid for some reason. And thank you for the game Beltran Rarr , I am also looking forward to their next meeting.//

 

[Leon Gallo]

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Kark, this Sith was polite. Not that Leon was going to complain, that politeness just saved his life. Not just his life either--it saved the masters. So many other Jedi across Korriban were relying on them. The Sith's from wobbled in the Padawan's clouded vision, the poison by now starting to tighten his windpipe and the muscles around his eyes.

"thanks..."​

The words might have been lost in the sandstorm. Pain racked the young Padawan's mind, from the sting of the sand against his face and against the nasty wound on his back, to the searing agony of the poison. His legs were seizing up now, and Leon only managed a few steps towards the incoming evacuation ship. Or at least, Leon thought it was the ship. All he could see at this point was the bright light as it came to land. Finally his legs stopped responding, while the boy was mid-step. He fell to the ground, landing hard.

By now, Leon's heart and lungs would have stopped. The poison was paralyzing every muscle in his body, including his diaphragm and heart. Only through the force could Leon still live. He channeled his energy inwards, focusing only on that small chain-lungs, heart, mouth. lungs, heart, mouth. So long as he kept air flowing in and out, and kept his heart beating, he could survive.

Only his left hand was still moving without the force. He gripped his lightsaber tightly, clinging to it as if clinging to life itself. Slowly, that grip became as tight as the rest of his body. The searing pain from the poison, powered with Korriban's darkness, now covered his entire body. Every inch of muscles burned.

Leon had heard of healing trances before. A deep meditation a Jedi put themselves in to stay alive. This wasn't that. He was fully aware of everything--the hands of the soldiers dragging hime aboard, the sudden change from dark storm to synthetic light as they entered the ship, each agonizing breath. He couldn't enter that trance, not now. He needed to focus just to stay alive. Worse yet, he had been feeling the light of the Force slowly fading away. Was this what death was like? Going from warmth and light to cold and pain?

He couldn't say, nor did he see Master Asmundr being laid next to him, both of them being attended to by a medic. He didn't know the fate of Master Zoryu and Master Morlandt. All he knew was that pain and his focus on just staying alive. Breathe, heartbeat, keep your windpipe open...Breathe, heartbeat, keep your windpipe open...

Breathe, heartbeat, keep your windpipe open...



Jannik Morlandt
Asmundr Varobalder
Master Zoryu
Salamander
Katarine Ryiah​

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Equipment:
Warrior's Skin
Graugothian Chain
The Inferno

Searing pain shot through Vulcanus' body as Coren Starchaser blasted the room with a sudden light. With a howl of pain the beast braced his eyes and stumbled away. Before he had a chance to recover himself Ryv 's assault began. A screech pierced the beast's ears and he felt the warm blood flow down the sides of his head - then the stone shifted below his feet.

Without warning Vulcanus found himself hurled through the air - dust and rubble exploding into a musty cloud as his body pulverized a pilar on its way through the room. Cobbles disintegrated under his weight and tumble before he impacted the far wall - shattering the ancient murals as he was embedded into the stone. Clouds of dust blanketed his path of destruction and obscured the beast from view - his groans of pain the only sign he was still alive.

Vulcanus' working eye blurred in and out of focus as he tried to find sense in the world spinning around him. The wall groaned in pain alongside him as he peeled his arms away from the crater he'd made - leaving behind splatters of black blood across the stone. His body screamed out as thousands of tiny cuts bled across his back. Gritting his fangs, Vulcanus focused on the pain - let his fuel his rage and turn it back outward.

Looking up, Vulcanus spotted his sword embedded onto what remained of the pillar he'd been thrown through. Then he saw Coren and Ryv as they slowly closed the gap between themselves.

"...We gotta get out of here!" Everything sounded garbled - as if being swallowed by water, and all Vulcanus could manage to make out was Ryv's call for escape.

"Escape..." Vulcanus muttered as he slowly rose to trembling legs as pieces of the temple ceiling exploded to the floor around them "...there is no escape, Jedi"

Throwing out a fist, Vulcanus focused on the falling stones set loose by Ryv's howl. He concentrated on their centers and then he injected them with a quick burst of rage and reality warping will.

The stones combusted violently - exploding into shards of shrapnel and melted rock. Handfuls of of stones exploded at a time, both in the air and near the ground - raining razor sharp rocks indiscriminately upon the battlefield and specifically in between the two Jedi, aiming to force Coren back towards Carnifax to avoid being turned to slices of poorly cut meat.

One after the other Vulcanus combusted falling stones - his closed fists following the rocks until opening and blowing them apart. Only when the rocks stopped falling did the beast stop his assault.

Darth Carnifex Coren Starchaser Ryv

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Exiled Grandmaster Coren Starchaser
Allies: Light Side
Enemies: Dark Side Other Space Kaiden​

The sword was enchanted, or alchemized, Coren could feel that. The Jedi Master had been doing a lot of training, learning how to identify every through the Force. He watched the sword before he turned his attention to what he had been doing. The blast of light bought him the time as he used the Force to conceal himself, in the Force partially, but from his eyes mostly.

Coren Starchaser had the type of aura in the Force that, even in a place like here, it could push the darkness back well and strongly. He found himself a bit of cover from the Once-Emperor and the Seven Day Emperor. Vulcanus was after Ryv and that gave Coren the moment to call on the Force, doing his best to bolster the other Knight. This world was a place of darkness, and the Jedi needed all their skills to combat it.

He could hear Darth Carnifex as he took a breath, clearing his mind from the inspiration he was feeding out. He was calling for Kyra. The Dark Lord knew that one of his children were here. His mind went to his other children. “You. Will. Not. Find. Her.” His voice was calling out from five different directions around Carnifex. As the Dark Lord moved on his location, Coren’s blades ignited, casting the gold and aqua-green lights around. The golden blade crashing into the saber from Carnifex.

The aqua one moving to keep Coren’s flow going as he tries to roll out from under the blade. The Force flowing around them, Coren aware of the asymmetrical fighting going on, with that rogue blade coming around again. He blasted out another wall of the Force, cutting off that approach of the blade and nearly anything else.

“You underestimate my daughter.” He spoke as his aqua blade came up, swinging for the hip, as Coren fell into the Force more.

 

[Aveline Cuiléin]

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LOCATION: Korriban, Sith Academy
EQUIPMENT: Meditation Amulet, Cosaint Bracers, Simple Jedi Robes
TAGS: Jax Thio Pom Stych Tivé

The world around her was a hazy blur of visual and auditory information. It all floated around her, as the world came back to her, but she could not decipher it. The first thing she heard was the familiar voice of Jax shouting her name. Then he called on her to attack the sorceress. She had hardly gotten her bearings about her, and was still a little disoriented.

Aveline drew forth the hilt of her borrowed lightsaber once more, ready to do her part. Yet, whatever Jax had tried to do had not worked. The sorceress was upon her, grabbed her and then sent her levitating with the Force.

Meanwhile the horns of retreat sounded in her mind. She was sure Jax must've heard them too. They had to get out of here. The thought of survival and living to fight another day had not been on her mind for a while. Death wasn't the worst, but it was the thought of being abandoned on this planet, left alone to the Sith's devices that chilled her to the core.

Once more she was trapped in the web of lies and deceit spun by the sorceress, sending her down to be tormented by her inner demons. Now that Aveline was finally in a realm where Jax could sense her, he might perceive her struggles. Though he could not see the visions set before her, he could feel the agony, torment, and utter despair of being forced to face repressed memories of past torment that had shaped her into who she was today, for better or for worse. To her the pain was very much real, and the worst moments of her life danced before her with no end in sight.
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[Alina Tremiru]

What did she do.

Alina stared in horror as she stumbled back from the hands that ripped out of the urn. It wasn't even natural for what the Force could do. It felt.. Wrong. Twisted in a way not even the Dark went to. She read on the Nether. It was too recent for her not to know about the event. But to be in the presence of it and just know that's what it was. Fear gripped her heart.

The figure that emerged left her speechless. Eyes just wide with fear and being unable to understand. Then.. It spoke. It was a Sith? Who? The young acolyte cleared her throat as the specter spoke and stood back up. Rewarded? She peered curiously at the metal disk before accepting it. What? Run? There was too much going on all at once.

The fact that the Sith disappeared didn't help this. Alina turned her gaze to Iasha Rha . There was so much she wanted to ask the Twi'lek, but there was no time. The red light. A final trap. .. The dead? Her gaze turned to the tombs as they shattered. "W.. We gotta go." Where? Back towards the vines? She grimaced. THat was the only way out. Maybe if she did what she did before.. She took a breath before turning to run. "We gotta go! C'mon!"