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

[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​

Ryv watched as Coren continued his fight with Carnifex, the Jedi Master unphased by Ryv's declaration. He looked to the exit and ground his teeth together in frustration. They failed today. The Ritual was complete, Asmundr could no longer maintain the meld, and Korriban's power stood at the Sith's disposal. The two former Sith'ari were strong enough before, but now? Ryv knew he couldn't beat them. He wasn't strong enough to face such evil, even beside the Grandmaster in Exile. It left him with a choice. Fight or flight? Staying likely meant dying. He wouldn't be able to keep up with Coren. And if he slowed him down, that meant the former Grandmaster wouldn't make it out of there either. But if he fled, surely he would doom the Corellian all the same.

With a sigh, Ryv turned back to the trio in time to catch Vulcanus' words. The Sword tilted his head in confusion, eyes locked on the fist thrown forward. Ryv braced himself. He expected a wave of telekinetic energy or another surge of black flame. He hadn't expected the very stone around him to suddenly combust. Cracks appeared in the rock as flame pushed through. Explosions of varying size ripped through the air all around the two Jedi, each burst of energy sending waves of light outward. Shrapnel raced after the heat. Tiny stones slammed into the kiffar's body; the individual impacts were enough to tear through flesh and bruise his already battered form.

"Argh!" Ryv's foot slid back as he lifted his hand and erected a barrier between him and the majority of the room. Stone still fell behind him, the Seventh Day Emperor's power enough to shatter them as well. The Jedi Knight tucked his chin and steeled himself as dozens of shards collided with his back. He felt some of them tear through his jacket and embed into skin and muscle beneath. He fell against the wall and used it to hold him aloft. "Coren... we can't stay."

He pulled the barrier tighter until the dome encompassed only the Jedi Knight. Small fissures spread along the barrier's surface, growing larger every time stone collided against it.

"Ryv. The bomb is armed."

Shaka's voice came through clear as day. This was it. Ryv knew he couldn't stay. The Temple was maybe a minute away from turning to rubble, and he had no intention of being buried alive beneath it if he even survived the force of the explosion. He offered one last glance at Coren. The Jedi Master had survived worse; the stories were clear on that. Still, guilt gripped the kiffar's heart.

"I'm sorry, Coren," Ryv turned, dropped his barrier, and dashed down the corridor they'd arrived through. His chest burned, his body ached, and every step felt like it would be his last. But the Jedi Knight would not falter. He had a promise to keep.

He summoned the Force to his aid. It carried him faster through the forlorn halls of the Temple, the ethereal power a strong wind at his back. His body blurred as the Temple itself faded into a splash of gray, brown, and black all around him. The earlier details were lost on him as he raced for the exit. There wasn't enough time to take in all the sights a second time.

Ryv burst out the towering Temple entrance and looked to the sky. Above him, Shaka passed overhead as he cleared the gap between the Temple's roof and the dropship ramp. Next came Oceiros. Ryv grinned through the pain, ignorant of the blood and grime that caked his body. His friends escaped. Now all he had to do was catch up.

"Shaka, Oceiros," Ryv activated his commlink as he hurried parallel to the canyon's sheer wall. "I'm coming in hot, but I'm gonna need a bit of help. ETA thirty seconds. If I don't make it, leave me and get gone, quick."

The Sword leaped atop a rocky outcropping some ten feet above the planet's sandy surface. He didn't slow as he moved along the precarious perch, his attention focused solely on his only way off Korriban. Another leap carried him higher. He threw his arm out and caught onto another ledge, this one smaller, maybe a few inches wide. Hot pain shot through his arm, but he did not relent. He took a deep breath and pulled. The Force propelled him higher up the cliff face. Another perch met the Jedi Knight, this one about chest level. Ryv threw his arm forward and grunted as his body slammed against it. He felt the breath escape his lungs. Hastily he threw a leg over it and scrambled up.

Fifteen seconds...

Ryv hurried up the sloping path. He pushed himself harder, his pained grunts and heavy breaths deafening. It didn't matter. He couldn't slow down.

He crested the top of the arching path up the cliff's side and approached the ledge at breakneck speeds. He braced himself, pressed down with his leading foot, and jumped with all his might. The one-armed Jedi Knight soared through the air. The dropship grew closer, the ramp extended and waiting for him. He could make out Shaka and Oceiros both, though neither of them displayed concern. Ryv met their stoic gaze with one of his own, the danger of his position lost on him. It was do or die time, and there would be no regrets.

The world slowed around him as he inched closer to the ramp. It took him only a second longer to realize he wasn't going to make it. The ship had picked up too much speed, and he'd taken too much time. Had he only been a bit more decisive within the Temple. He threw his arm forward in a futile attempt to catch the edge of the ramp. His fingers glanced off the cool metal, but he could find no purchase.

Ryv closed his eyes as he felt gravity finally takeover. The world pulled him down, the darkness waiting for his return.

Strong fingers suddenly closed around his wrist. A second hand dropped and pulled up on the Jedi Knight's arm before a second pair grabbed him by the shoulders and yanked him up and over the ramp. Ryv opened his eyes to see both Shaka and Oceiros bearing his weight as they propped him up between both of them. No words were spoken at that moment, but the kiffar felt what they probably wanted to say. They had him. He was okay. He made it.

"Thank you," Ryv muttered as he finally let out a breath he'd been holding since his mad leap from the cliff.

Dropships all over the Valley ascended from the planet's surface and raced upward. The Jedi came to Korriban to strike a blow against the sith. In doing so, they discovered a great evil that delivered Korriban's power into the waiting hands of those who'd misuse it. The Sith Brotherhood hadn't given up the war. They may have been beaten at Bastion, but it wasn't enough to smother their resolve. The Jedi's age-old enemies weren't done yet. There was still work to be done. Dromund Kaas, Ziost, Ession, Malachor V, and countless other planets still beneath the Crimson Shadow would know freedom. It would only take time.

Though battered, the New Jedi Order wasn't out of the fight. Their foray into enemy territory offered an insight into the shadow's machinations. Despite the Sith Empire's baleful power, the Light would rise to meet it.

In the face of that evil, heroes were born. Sacrifices were made in the greater struggle for victory, and the Jedi who fell would not be forgotten. The New Jedi Order would return to Korriban for those they'd left behind.

The fight would continue.

Until they break.

ALLIES | NJO | NIO | Coren Starchaser | Shaka Sunstar | Oceiros Sunstrider
ENEMIES | TSE | ELDER COMPACT | Other Space Kaiden | Darth Carnifex

 

[Cara Dorniarn]

Writing with: Master Zoryu

A lovely deflect if she could say so herself. The wood staff rapped against her arm and she weaved a step away, expecting another strike. The older Jedi had kept spry over his years to no surprise, the Force preserving his vitality in skill. But would his flesh hold against the might of machinery? The Bakuran had planned to step inward and disarm him, circling Zoryu with a studious eye. She would not underestimate him, her interactions with Jedi already few, and with those ranking master fewer. If they desired this barren land then certainly they would stop at nothing.

Revenge was the mother of cruelty. A Sith idea, born from experience and truth. Wasn't that the reason the Jedi came here and to the neighboring system? What good did they wish to work but the creation of dead bodies? She flexed her hands, their whirs soft as she raised them again. No, she would not underestimate.

The dirt slid beneath her boot as she readied herself for an attack. But instead the elder looked her way with a sorrowful face. A retreat?

"What is that--"

And the stone was split. So blinding was the light the filter of her visor failed to shield her eyes, forcing her to throw a hand up to block it. Beneath her feet the ground shifted, forcing her to a knee. The ground gave way, and Cara's blurry vision could make out only darkness. Gravity took hold as she slipped from the falling slab.

Metal fingers skewered the stone in a desperate claw, her strength focused solely on pushing her up to seize another chunk of the increasingly vertical surface. Above, the sides of the cavern quickly overtook the sky.

I can make it.

She reached the edge of the slab as it began its coinflip fall.

I CAN MAKE IT!

Cara jumped, her fingers brushing the edge of the new pit's rim. Her grip was true. Dangling, Cara gasped in relief, the breath turning into a cough. She raised her other hand to help steady herself, then looked down to the darkness where the master had fallen.

A crack pierced the silence.

The doctor only caught a glimpse of the stone as it broke, her pause to look back costing her the time needed to fully escape. Her new fall was the most painful as she was taken by the void below.

Her way was flawed.

 

[Gnox the Insatiable]

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LOCATION: Sith Academy, Korriban
OBJECTIVE: Find the Intruders
GEAR: The Butcher
ALLIES: TSE, Vaylin , Maple Harte
ENEMIES: GA, Allyson Locke , Zaavik Perl

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Fear.

It wasn't something Gnox was use to. What he'd done, the ritual that made him what he was by feasting upon sentient life, had made him near immortal. The wound on his face was almost completely healed. Blaster fire couldn't kill him. Being cut apart couldn't keep him down for long. The fact a chill went up his spine as instinct wanted to take over was more a surprise than actual fear. How long had it been since he felt this? His body twisted out of the way of the arrow. It didn't even touch him, but simply being close to the Light it gave off eroded flesh.

A deep, lumbering growl echoed from his throat as he turned his back to the Padawan. He no longer cared for the boy. He couldn't. This woman could kill him.

She needed to be brought down.

"I propose a switch, Zabrak. This Jedi cannot be allowed to leave." Lightning crackled down his arm as he prepared himself. Getting close to that light would be suicide. Ironic, that his only choice would be to fight from a distance. He raised his hand, letting the storm coalescing around his arm out in a brutal blast towards Allyson. He'd hoped to capture, but now he was trying to kill her.

Or, at least, he was planning to. Before his own lightning could be launched he felt it from behind. The Padawan. The torrent hit him with a startling amount of power, sending his body to the ground as his muscles refused to listen to him for far longer than he'd like. Then he laughed. Slowly he pushed himself back up.

"Or, no. Master Jedi, I would surrender. Or you both will die in vain."

 

[Darth Strosius]

TSE ALLIES: Dimitri Voltura / Ulrich
GA ENEMIES: Kenth Ordo / Aramis Sunstrider / Karn Syndulla / Takui
LOCATION: Valley of the Dark Lords, Korriban
OBJECTIVE III: Kill the defilers and guard the Valley
EQUIPMENT: Lightsaber
Currently Engaging: Hal Vaiken
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"Courage?!?"

The masked man scoffed, adopting an aggressive stance with his lightsaber yet not attacking yet. "Is that what you fill your heads with? That resisting what you are is courage?" Both of his hands gripped the hilt of his sabre, beginning to slowly circle the Jedi. "For a brief moment you had embraced salvation, you had become what we who are blessed with the Force are meant to be. Then you spit in its eye and call it courage?"

Alisteri could feel something...familiar in the back of his mind for a moment, visibly halting as he heard the voice of his master in his mind. She was here? His eyes widened and he stumbled back for a brief moment, one of hands clutching his head as he felt a rush of knowledge and experiences that weren't his own. It didn't take him all that long to recover however, a breath that he didn't know he had been holding leaving him as he returned to his aggressive stance quickly.

This one was far more...practiced than the last one had been however.

"I will show you the strength of the gift that you have rejected, Jedi scum." With that he charged at the other man, a scream of rage and hatred tearing out of his throat as he attacked ferociously.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Equipment:
Warrior's Skin
Graugothian Chain
The Inferno

Vulcanus watched as The Jedi shrieked in pain, bracing himself against the ancient stone before summoning a barrier to shield himself. The sweet musk of copper filled the room as the Kiffar's blood drained from the lacerations across his back - and Vulcanus breathes it oh so deeply. There was no scent more pleasing than the fresh blood of a Jedi.

The beast steadied himself just as The Jedi shouted something to his master. Vulcanus paid no mind to whatever sniveling plea it undouvtly had been. Instead he focused on the grunts of looming exhaustion as Ryv held the barrier against stone after exploding stone. The former Dark Lord could feel it inching closer. Taste the Jedi's blood. See his rotting corpse shredded by shrapnel.

Then without warning, Ryv released his barrier and bolted for the exit - leaving his master to his fate. The Sith beast hissed, shook the air with a snort and spat a glob of black, green mucus to the stone.

"Pitiful" were his only words before he marched to the place where his sword lay embedded. Gripping the handle, Vuclanus heaved and peeled the blade free from the pulverized stone. He enjoyed a hunt. He would follow this Jedi through the shadows and end his life-

Suddenly Vulcanus sensed it. A burst of heat. A heartbeat afterwards an ear splitting explosion shattered the stones and rocked the temple. The beast stumbled under the immense quaking, good eye turning to the ceiling to find it collapsing upon them. Like a wave of destruction the stone above them rolled through the room, starting on the end opposite Vulcanus, falling over the place of Carnifex's battle and then towards him.

Quickly the Graug turned back towards the wall he'd impacted earlier. The temple was underground but he remembered it well. The walls of the temple were not flush with the cavern walls. There was no exit on the other side, but to be trapped was survivable - he'd done so dozens of times when rebellious slaves had collapsed Graug Hallows during the Eighth Empire. To be crushed by stone, however, was another feat of survival entirely.

Barreling towards the wall, Vuclanus picked up full speed - a maw of destruction chasing after him. Bracing into he shoulder the Graug charged into the crater his body had left. Stone shattered, blood gushed and the Lord of Embers crashed through into the caverns beyond the wall. He tumbled, body impaled by small rocks until he was bashed into the side of the cavern by his own momentum.

The temple interior vanished in a cloud behind him, sealing the hole he'd made and locking him in the shadows.

Darth Carnifex Coren Starchaser Ryv

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: R E M E M B E R _ M E //:
//: Team Vos //: Zaavik Perl //:
//: TSE //: Gnox the Insatiable //: Vaylin //: Maple Harte //:
//: E S C A P E //:
//: Sith Academy //: Korriban //:

Allyson expanded the Force, the blaster shots were telegraphed with the electromagnetic waves that the Corellian felt through the Living Force. The protective field deflected the blasters, and Allyson kept her focus on Gnox. He moved to attack, his words seething from his hungry maw. She could feel the shift of his attention, and she smiled. The plan had worked; this gave Zaavik a chance to run, to escape, and continue. They both couldn't perish here, and seeing the type of man he had become, Allyson knew she had done her job.​

Surprise crossed her face as she watched him rise up; he continued to fight, and the hatred that burned in his heart. Those feelings of euphoria and of pride instantly faded. Where had she failed him that he had this much hate in his heart? Zaavik no, fight it… She wanted to shout at him, pull him out of the mindless trap his emotions had driven him to. So much was happening, while she tried to continue to help Zaavik, she couldn't. Vaylin had decided to act finally. The woman lunged and Allyson, but while she fell, Allyson felt her Padawan falter. Thuds echoed in her mind, and her focus shifted from the Zaabrak back towards the Zeltron. Her body shifted and moved with the aid of the Force as she sprinted forward. Arriving at the boy's body, she picked him up and fell into Force Camouflage to sneak past the monstrosity that was Gnox.​

The hallway felt longer than it did when they first arrived; it didn't help the Corellian's body started to give in to her wounds. She groaned quietly as she cradled Zaavik close to her the best she could. Despite the invisibility she was shrouded in, blood poured from her injury and only created a trail that the two Sith Lords could follow. Chit. She thought quietly to herself as she continued. Other Jedi teams moved through the Academy, and Allyson leaned against one of the walls.​

"Zaavik, you're such a pain in the butt, you know that. Heavy too." She slumped down the wall and felt the camouflage starting to flicker. Sighing softly, she knew what she had to do. As her body sat under him, a hand carefully reached into her jacket and pulled out the small silver dagger. "You better return this." The dagger was infused with the purest light, and she tucked it into his jacket. A hand caressed the boy's face as she brought it to her own.​

"I'm only going to say this chit because you're passed out and probably won't remember or hear it, but I gotta say it." She paused and rested her forehead against his. "Because I don't know if I'm going to see you again. I know you're going to be mad at me, but I'm hoping that I can find my way back home and get that dagger from you, kid." Exhaling, she remembered the first time she had seen him. A kid on Zeltros, hungry and headed down the wrong path. Allyson wanted to help him, save him - but at fourteen, she was still a child herself. All she could do was give him food and a flask of water from her personal rations. Never had she thought she'd see him again.​

"You're a fighter Zaavik, your story doesn't end here. There's so much good in you. We all have our demons; it's how we fight them and keep them at bay is what makes us strong." Another small memory passed between them and their connection. A small Zeltron youngling wanting to fight the Sith - to defend his friends. The temple was under fire, and Allyson was working with the SIA at the time - only a few years had passed, but she could recognize the fight in his eyes. A smile crossed her face as they fended off the One Sith, pushing them back and protecting the younglings. Again, Allyson never thought she'd see him also, but his determination only brought life to the Corellian.​

"I hope I did you justice, even with all my failures at being your Master. I did my best, but you changed me." Allyson could feel the chill of her blood loss starting. There wasn't much time for her, and she needed to get him to the evac. "You made me realize what it was to be a Jedi, to be a Master, to rely on someone. I always held myself back, always waited for the other person to walk away. Yet, you never did." She laughed, bringing him tighter in her embrace, "You were always there by my side even when I tried to run. I'm so sorry about that." Allyson pressed the comm in her ear and sent the signal for help. "But I'm going to have to say goodbye again, kid, and for real this time, I don't know if I'm going to see you again. Thank you for letting me not feel so alone in this galaxy." ​

She finished as another Jedi came up to her, "Master Locke?" He looked down and saw Zaavik's state, "I got him." Allyson relinquished the boy to the Jedi Knight and took help from the others to stand. "Evac is leaving soon." She labored through her words, "Get him there and yourselves. I'll cover your escape." The Jedi paused and nodded. "But Master Locke, its su-" He started but was quickly cut off by the Corellian as she pulled away. "Hey, this isn't even that bad - I've survived worse." Standing straight, the woman drew her bow again and waited down the end of the hallway for whatever came around the corner. "I'm not called Lucky for nothing, you know, get out of here before you get left behind." The Knights nodded and took Zaavik to the evac where a healer waited for any Jedi that was hurt. The last thought that passed between Master and Padawan was simple, but both needed to have it be said.​

I'm proud of you, Zaavik.
Thank you for believing in me and letting me be your Master.
May the Force be with you, my Padawan.​

 

[Maple Harte]

Resourceful. Experienced. Very experienced. Allyson Locke was the sort of Jedi Master Maple would have wanted once. Before Ursula.

Maple had felt glum as she watched Zaavik Perl fall, after momentarily giving into his hate and frustration. But Maple, being an experienced tracker, grabbed her staff ends from slings on her back and connected them, then began following the trail after Allyson covered them both with camouflage of the Force.

Jedi and Sith were fighting for control of the temple but it was clear they had made a foolish mistake coming to Korriban. Maple could have told the Jedi it'd be a vanity battle on their part. What had they accomplished? They hadn't even managed a psychological victory amongst the Sith...she could actually see the 'LOL but No, just No' expression on many faces of Sith Warriors and the Shocked Pikachu Faces of Jedi getting beheaded as she followed the blood trail. The Jedi had brought this result on themselves and Maple, though she wanted to, didn't feel sorry for them. Sith or Jedi, it didn't matter: Their path was one of inevitable bloodshed. Skip. She and Gnox the Insatiable were secretly cousins trying to corner the Prime Rib Market by harvesting clones of Temuera Morrison in a shady deli meat scam. Skip. Back to reality, back to the Jedi Knight with the staff that had charged her during a schizophrenia episode and tried to take her head with a green light staff.

Maple swayed like a drunkard to avoid the kill-blow, whipping her staff around her unpredictably as she tumbled, jumped, spun, and leapt with The Force, parrying only rarely to evade his fast Shien Attacks. She tore the moisture from the air, forming a sheath of water around her right arm that formed into a tentacle that grabbed his leg before he could react, snatching his limb from under him and allowing her to cut his head off as he dangled. She dropped his corpse, leading Gnox and Vaylin by sheer incident to Allyson.

Maple stepped forward, spun her black staff with its red, near frictionless tips in challenge to Allyson, the darkness of the temple making her madness worse.

She decided to close the distance, her drunken style letting her tumble and flip her way to Allyson, red tips on her Cortosis weave staff sailing for Allyson's skull. It was a deeply confusing unpredictable style, high risk if you make an error , but high reward if you succeed.

Maple was looking to kill Allyson as quickly and as painlessly as possible, knowing full well what would happen if she was taken alive. She'd been held in a Sith Black Site...she knew what they did, and the terrible prices to be paid for escape.

Just give up, Jedi. Don't make this harder than it has to be... she thought to herself desperately, not wanting to kill her but knowing no other way to spare the horrors of the Sith from her...

 

[Teica Giraan]

[Location: G.A Negotiator-class Frigate : Peacemaker : Bridge : Orbit of Felucia]
[Focus : Captain Teica Giraan]

"Chief, I really don't like seeing that ugly warped piece of metal..." Teica hovered over the gunnery chief's chair.

She stared out at the viewscreen. The concentrated bursts of turbolaser fire dashed from a super star destroyer and into the fleet's lead ship. All around, the other ships exchanged fire, littering the battlefield with charred debris. Lighter ships began adjusting the formation to shield as much of the G.A flagship as possible. The Peacemaker let out its armament of concussion missiles, torpedoes, and turbolasers. Meanwhile, repair drones scurried around ripped plates of hull armor. A wave of laser cannons fired around an enemy fighter squadron.

Teica's front teeth came down upon her lower lip. Another enemy volley crashed into the flagship's shields and scattered around to the ships nearby.

"Concentrate all fire on that super star destroyer, lock onto the bridge with torps, scatter turbolaser fire around their shields."

"Yes ma'am, targets locked," came the reply.

The turrets adjusted their positions again and let loose on the enemy flagship.

The captain stood straight and crossed her hands behind her back. Wait for it...wait for it... She watched a good portion of the other ships try the same. The bolts flew into the chaos. They had to hit, hard. Once the command ships was lost, the rest would be easy. They only had to survive until then.

She watched the G.A command ship and its primary escorts. Her foot began a steady, quick tapping against the hard floor of the bridge. Click, click, click.

Die already, you sith scum.

 

[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

"You're not strong enough to stop me, not this time."​

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Carnifex's words were more than a threat, they were a promise. How many had the Butcher King twisted and warped to his will, made to dance like puppets strung along by a marionette?​

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Far too many, far far too many. ​

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He was the shadowy puppetmaster of a thousand atrocities, his influence infecting every corner of the galaxy. No longer fettered by the throne of the Sith, the Black Iron Tyrant could move without restriction, could corrupt without restraint. His spidery web had already begun to grow larger and larger with each passing rotation, old contacts once silent now brought back into the fold.​

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Carnifex could leave the managing of an empire to his faithful successors, his hands would be busy elsewhere.​

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They sparred with saber and sword, plasma blades dashing out to smack forcefully against one another. Showers of incandescent sparks littered the weathered stone, while the terrible unholy sword continued to stalk its prey through the darkness, coming again and again whenever the moment was opportune. ​

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Again they locked blades, sabers sparking, and stared into one another's eyes. Then Carnifex's eyes shifted as he looked past Starchaser and to the other Jedi who had accompanied him, the one currently being thrashed by Vulcanus. Despite the din of battle around them, Carnifex's hearing cut shift through the cacophony to pick out certain words.​

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Chief among them, the garbled words of 'bomb'.​

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"It looks like your friend has left you to die," Carnifex said as the other Jedi turned and ran, leaving Starchaser all alone with the Sith. "All alone in the darkness!"​

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Despite the danger the bomb potentially posed to Carnifex, he did not relent against Starchaser. He continually pressed his saber against the Jedi's, hoping to pin him there so that he could not run away like the other Jedi.​

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"All alone with me!"​

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Coren Starchaser | Other Space Kaiden | Ryv ​

 

[Vaylin]

Location: Korriban - Sith Academy
Allies: Gnox the Insatiable | Maple Harte
Enemies: Allyson Locke | Zaavik Perl
Objective: Hunt the Corellian, and her Little Padawan too.
Equipment: Armour & Dual Blades
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Vaylin’s faceless visage turned to look over at Gnox, who had seemingly switched his focus to the Corellian too. “We are in partial agreement, Gnox. We both take her down, the little Padawan is all but spent-”

The Zabrak’s words were halted when she felt a build up of Darkside energies. It was fresh, new, raw. Vaylin turned around just in time to see Zaavik project Force Lightning across the room. It split into different strands, towards anyone the Zeltron deemed an enemy. There was little time to defend, as the energy struck the Zabrak.

She crumbled to one knee, but she didn’t budge further than that. Beneath her mask were gritted teeth, but it gradually shifted into a chuckle, then a full blown laugh. The lightning danced across her armour, dulling the impact but not enough to completely eliminate the pain.

Vaylin absorbed it like sunlight, relishing in how it joined with her own pain. Feeding her. Zaavik would’ve probably kept her grounded longer, if his anger and rage hadn’t faltered. The moment it did, Vaylin began to slowly stand up, turning fully to face him.

“Tsk tsk, Padawan. You need to mean it, you can’t just let it up part way through.” Her words were lost though, as the young Zeltron soon collapsed to the ground unconscious. Vaylin turned to face Allyson, but the Corellian had already moved to her Padawan’s side, disappearing.

She let out an audible curse. “I hate that damn ability.” Vaylin turned to look at Gnox, gaze shifting around but didn’t catch sight of Maple. She gave the beast a nod, a silent understanding that they still couldn’t allow either Jedi to leave. The Zabrak dashed for the door, disappearing into the shadows as she stepped through the threshold.

Unfortunately for Allyson, the wound Vaylin had dealt led her enemy straight to her. Force Camouflage or not, it couldn’t stop blood from dripping a trail to follow. By the time Vaylin reached her, the Jedi had already taken Zaavik away, leaving Allyson on her own.

Oh, how selfless of her.

However it seemed Maple had beaten both herself and Gnox there. Going in for a killing blow on Allyson. Vaylin saw red, and she lurched from the shadows. The Zabrak charged, outright tackling Allyson to the ground, red tips of the assassin’s staff sailing over both of their heads.

“Gnox, deal with the assassin!” Vaylin yelled, immediately trying to wrestle with the downed Corellian. Blood spilled against the Zabrak’s armour, painting part of it red. Vaylin held the advantage over her weakening opponent, but even then Allyson wasn’t going down easily.

The Zabrak focused on dealing blows to the Corellian’s bleeding wound whenever she could. All she needed was to stun Allyson long enough to knock her unconscious.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The Jedi Master was focused. Burning as the Light in the darkness. He was aware of his surroundings, he heard Ryv make the call. Nodding to the Jedi Knight, the Master tightened his grip on his sabers, meeting Carnifex high and low, making a push for every one he took from Carnifex, he worked to give one back. A blast from the Force here, a stun attempt, a small barrier. His second lightsaber getting in the way, Coren disarmed it and let it fall, his Force mind slinging it to his belt.

Go. He all but ordered in the Force to the Knight who was fighting along side him. The new generation had everything they needed if that Jedi was to make it back to the safety of the Alliance. Coren never let his focus off the fight, the gold blade sparking against red and steel.

The Jedi Master was not the best duelist, but he was very solid at pulling the Force to him to combat the darkness. The Jedi Master would use the concussive power of Force Light to knock the sword away, to push at Carnifex as their ballet continued. Gold against red as Coren pressed against the foe. His right arm began to beep as the feeling of danger pinged into the Master’s senses.

“I am not alone.” He said, the world around them erupting in vibration. “For there is no death.” More explosions. “There is the Force.”

And there was white.

Darth Carnifex Other Space Kaiden

 

[Gnox the Insatiable]

LOCATION: Sith Academy, Korriban
OBJECTIVE: Find the Intruders
GEAR: The Butcher
ALLIES: TSE, Vaylin , Maple Harte
ENEMIES: GA, Allyson Locke , Zaavik Perl

Gnox hadn't been lying when he said he had the pairs scent. And with the fresh blood from the Jedi Master, it was all too easy for him to stalk after them at his breakneck pace to leave Vaylun and Maple in the dust. This was his hunt. He wanted to finish it. And yet, as he neared where the Jedi and her padawan were, he stopped. He heard her words to the sleeping boy. The care. The love. His ears twitched as he found himself staring at the ground, unwilling to round the corner and stop the padawan from being evacuated.

His attention was pulled away from his internal musings as the shout of his fellow Sith. The assassin? The assassin. He growled under his breath as he charged forward towards Maple, claw and fang bared. A new anger welled in his chest, fueling his hate. His power. His hunger. This was not what he wanted to be doing any longer, but he would not let the Jedi be killed. Even if it was for purely selfish reasons. The distance was closed in a moment, the monstrous being swiping a powerful arm to rend the small human in twain. "Your usefulness is done. Begone!"

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: R E M E M B E R _ M E //:
//: Team Vos //: A L O N E //:
//: TSE //: Vaylin //: Gnox the Insatiable //:
//: P R O T E C T //:
//: Sith Academy //: Korriban //:

Allyson’s eyes went wide as she watched the Assassin move. The woman cared not for what was happening around her, nor did she care what side she fought on. Weapon raised, Allyson moved to defend herself against the strike, but the strike to her head never came. Instead, a blow to her body pressed her into the ground. The weight of Vaylin and the ground that was slick with her blood forced the pair to slide slightly against the academy floor. Allyson groaned in pain as she felt each blow from the Zabrak. ​

Chaos echoed around them as they fought; Jedi moved to leave and evacuate the planet. With the Jedi gone, Allyson was left alone to fight. Vaylin was smart, each attack struck the open wound at her side, and each surge of pain forced a painful groan from the Corellian. Arms moved to try and fend off the attacks; her arms were slow despite her continuously fueling force body. With each blow to her side, Allyson felt the dizzying effect of her body wanting to stop. The body screamed, wanting to give in to the pain, to just end it and find rest, but her mind continued to fight. Tears stained her face as she groaned, not wanting to give Vaylin the satisfaction of her pain. ​

A moment of strength, and she reached up and grasped at the armor of the Zabrak. She tried her best to throw the woman off, but Allyson felt her weakness with the trauma. Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth as she grinned, seeing Vaylin above her. The sound of the evac ships taking off made Allyson laugh slightly. “The Alliance.” She struggled through each groan as her body started to give in to the overwhelming pain. “...will destroy…” A hand reached up and grasped loosely around Vaylin’s throat. “The Sith.” ​

Her second hand reached up covered with her own blood, “Get the…” Fingers swiped across the Zabrak’s eyes, aiming to blind her for the most part. Allyson hoped that the move would allow her a chance to get away, but the numbness in her legs was telling her a different story. Either way, she wasn’t going to go down without a fight. “Feth off me.” The feeling in her arms started to fade as well as her control of the Force. Just a little more. ​

If Vaylin was distracted and the assassin and the bloodthirsty beast, it meant that the others were safe; they could escape and survive. Despite the pain, Allyson Locke continued to look at Vaylin with a blood-stained grin. “You lost.” ​

 

[Vaylin]

Location: Korriban - Sith Academy
Allies: Gnox the Insatiable | Maple Harte
Enemies: Allyson Locke | Zaavik Perl
Objective: Capture the Corellian
Equipment: Armour & Dual Blades
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Bit by bit, Vaylin was chipping away at the last vestiges of Allyson’s defence. Even in their position, the Corellian was still struggling, still fighting against her. The Alliance’s ships were well underway in their departure, and yet she kept thrashing against the Zabrak.

It began to annoy Vaylin greatly.

With each attempt Allyson tried knocking her off, the Zabrak hit her wound, whether it be a dull punch or outright stab of her fingers. It was dirty, undignified, but Vaylin could care less. She finally had Allyson in her grasp, and she wasn’t going to give an inch.

As their struggle continued, a flash of memory crossed Vaylin’s mind. Drawing from a time when the two women had been in a similar position. When Allyson had been undercover as Rae. Vaylin had to immediately quell the rising anger, the desire to strangle the life from her in that moment.

No. She needed her alive.

“Words, words, words,” Vaylin replied in a mocking tone. She surprisingly did nothing as Allyson wrapped a hand around her throat. The grip was weak, and the Zabrak showed little concern. But she caught sight of what her opponent was attempting, and simply turned her head in response to the blinding attempt.

Blood splattered across the side of her mask, and before Allyson could capitalize, Vaylin slammed her head into the Corellian. Metal meeting flesh and bone.

“You’re wrong Locke, wanna know why?” Vaylin looked down at her straight on, before headbutting her again. “I got you. I won.” She let that sink in a little, then slammed her masked face down again, knocking the Corellian unconscious.

She waited for a bit, to ensure Allyson was truly out cold. Then, and only then, did the Zabrak sigh and slowly stand up. “Hildr, Gunnr!” Vaylin yelled out the command, and amongst the sounds of battle around them, throughout the academy. The sounds of a wall being collapsed echoed close by, followed by the sound of wings descending.

Two of Vaylin’s Blood Angels arrived, the towering warriors striding over to their leader.

“What is your command, Elder?”

“Gunnr, get Locke here some medical attention, and I want her locked up and sedated until we’ve moved her to a secure location. Hildr, you’re to ensure she’s not intercepted along the way.” Both Sithspawn nodded, Gunnr knelt down and scooped the unconscious Corellian into her arms. While Hildir took the lead, with her kin following close behind.

No matter which way the outcome was, Vaylin was content with her own little victory.

 

[Maple Harte]

Maple sighed in frustration as Vaylin tackled Allyson Locke

"FOR FETH'S SAKE!" Maple protested. With the level of creepy in their dialogue, and the outright smouldering looks exchanged, Maple definitely knew this had become more than professional interest.

Then Maple got pissed at how she got ambushed by Gnox the Insatiable . His mace swung for her, telling her to be gone. She back flipped away from it with almost contemptuous ease.

"You are one ugly Motherfether..." Maple remarked as she landed.

The Bastards! She knew to expect treachery but the sheer stupidity of turning on 'her' at this exact moment galled her to no end.

"Make me leave, big boy." Maple snapped as he commanded her to depart like some dog, her fury at the treachery mixing with her insanity at this place. She clutched at the ceiling and floor in her rage and broke large pieces off, hurling them at Gnox's face, wondering if he had the speed to dodge or if his strength would simply let him use the mace to smash the projectiles. (Circle before attack lands to Mikiri Counter)

Either way, Maple followed up by using the Dark Side to try and crush his jaw to distract him. To make matters worse, at that exact moment, The Amalgam walked back into the academy, past the fleeing Jedi.

"Yoohoo, Uri, where are you?! I think we won!" The catsuit clad SithSpawn hiding behind ScarJo looks gushed. "Oh, its like a dream come true and--ah, I see you're getting acquainted with the locals!" she joked, leaning back on a pillar for a moment to watch her daughter furiously attack Gnox with murderous revenge in mind.

It was so glorious for The Amalgam watching Uri trying to kill someone in revenge. She was ready with that selfie for afterward...

"Remember, make every second a pain in the ass for him!" She encouraged. "He's gotta be worth what, two thousand XP? Probably twenty five hundred for the looks of him. I'm not sure if any of the loot he'll drop from dying will be compatible with you...oh well, you can always sell it off to a vendor. Come find me when you're done trying to lower his hit points...drinks are on me!" She said before looking to find fleeing Jedi to kill...

 

[Bernard of Arca]

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Objective: Get out alive
Foe: Darth Daiara
Jedi Strike Team Vos
\\ > Status Unknown
Bridge of Sighs

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"What," the Sith started.

Her breathing quickened. She tried to stand but only managed an awkward display of impaired motor controls.

"What have you done?"

For a moment, Bernard didn't see a Sith in front of him but a person in distress. Marshal instincts kicked in. He started a step toward her.

"You've condemned everyone!"

The words stung. Bernard winced. There was a lot of guilt he carried, more after today. Meditation wasn't going to cut it for that.

"I know," his words were too quiet to be audible.

Before he knew what was happening, a wave hit him like a speeder truck, and his body shot backwards, too fast to maintain balance. He tumbled over onto his back, left bewildered from the sudden attack.

How did she ...?

"Please stop."

Bernard fought himself up to his feet against the dizziness that rang in his head, staggered once, and started towards the Sith again once he caught his balance.

"I can't do them all."

He unwrapped the overcoat and approached, kneeling beside the woman.

"Yeah. We need to get out. There's not enough time left," he said, slipping into that detached, half-reassuring, and rehearsed tone of an officer of the law. He lifted the overcoat around the Sith, weary of dropping it on her shoulders before he was absolutely sure the sudden weight wouldn't just worsen her current state.

"Listen, we need to go."

 

[Gnox the Insatiable]

LOCATION: Sith Academy, Korriban
OBJECTIVE: Find the Intruders
GEAR: The Butcher
ALLIES: TSE, Vaylin
ENEMIES: GA, Allyson Locke , Zaavik Perl , Maple Harte

There was a part within Gnox that had twinged with annoyance at the little human's taunts, but his heart was no longer in this. His gaze pulled from Maple to watch his fellow Sith tussle with the Jedi to capture her. No movement to dodge any of these attacks, just an annoyed, confused huff of air. Metal impacted his face at a high speed, sheering off most of it in an instant. There was no need to crust his jaw.

It wasn't there anymore.

But he didn't go down. Slowly the wounds healed, just as they had when the Padawan shot him in the face. His gaze turned to the Sithspawn as it charged at him. A low, annoyed grumble echoed as he raised a hand. "Don't bother. You can't kill me. Go after your master and find other Jedi to kill. We're done here."

 

[Aveline Cuiléin]

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

Aveline could hear the sorceress' voice through her torment, but she felt powerless to respond. Images and impressions were hammered into her, as was the force of the Dark Side. It was flexing its power, while at the same time seeking to draw her in. Tempt her. The gates to her mind were wide open, and she did not know how to close it. There was no way of stemming the tide...

Off to the side she could hear Jax shouting. He was going to fight the Sith. He was going to rescue her. In the last moment, the sorceress grabbed a hold of her and turned her around, placing her between the sorceress and Jax. Aveline's eyes grew wide with surprise, then immediately shut as she tried to look away. Her reflexes wanted her to shield herself, but of course, in this instance she was the shield.

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[Jax Thio]

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Location: Korriban, Sith Academy​

Equipment: Jedi Armor, Jax's Lightsaber​

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

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He had the Sith in his sights.​

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With the sound of his Lightsaber activating, Jax leapt towards the pale sorceress his Jedi weapon raised over his head. It was the same strategy that he always implemented in his years of being a Jedi end the fight as quickly and efficiently as possible. That was one of the only mandates that Jax agreed with the Jedi on. Even though Lightsaber combat is an artform it was designed as a way to express to enforce peace through might if necessary and if one is to use might, it is best utilized in a prompt manner. The Sith through their perversion of the darkside have been at a deadlock with the Jedi for generations without end. Part of Jax wondered if they were destined to always clash but the future is always in motion and it was best to focus on the present where one can control their destiny.​

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And Jax's case it was rescuing Aveline from the Sith's clutches.​

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"It's over!" Jax performed a horizontal side swipe aiming for the woman's chest. A Shii Cho maneuver: The sarlacc sweep should do the trick it'll cut penetrate her flesh cutting her heart and half. She'll dead within seconds however as Jax performed the move his eyes went wide with shock as the woman disappeared.​

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With Aveline taking her place.​

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"NO!" Jax's brain screamed to his body to cease attacking but his body was already committed to the move. The Jedi was unable to abort as his Lightsaber tore through Aveline's chest. Tears began to slowly form around Jax's eyes seeing and smelling the burning flesh that came from his Padawan. Aveline's shocked expression full of confusion and fear as Jax's Lightsaber slid across her robes piercing her skin. "STOP!" Jax wanted to say but his fracking body out of years of habitually wanting to end a fight kept ripping across his apprentice like she was a common thug attacking a civilian.​

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When it was done, Aveline stared at Jax shaking and quivering for a brief moment before collapsing on to the floor. Jax didn't feel himself collapse to his knees dropping his Lightsaber in the process, he didn't feel his face full of tears. "No....." Jax whispered shaking his head. "What have I done?"​

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Was he whispering to Aveline, to himself? To the force? He did not know. All Jax was seeing right now was the murdered padawan in front of him. Her face frozen in time. Her stare was fixed on something beyond living sight, the shocked expression remained that of betrayal and hope and her eyes were rapidly losing light. Jax continued to stare heartbroken and full of regret, "what have I done?" he said again.​

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Aveline, Jax's friend and partner. They have fought with each other, snarked, learned from each other even flirted on one occasion but they possessed an unbreakable bond that endured during their time together. Aveline represented Jax's second chance to do things right, to become the Jedi that Master Oda hoped that he'd become.​

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And now he killed her.​

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"No......" Jax felt his fist coil into fist, sadness boiling into rage. "You think," he stared at Sith in defince raising his fists in the air slammed it onto the ground. "THAT I'M GOING TO ACCEPT THIS?!" he shouted.​

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Denial was the first response to any wrongdoing a person might do. Jax could not and will not believe that this happened again that a person he cared so much died because of his actions. Especially Aveline full of innocence and light someone who could easily surpass garbage like Jax. It wasn't fair, he should've died instead Aveline. He'd been wishing he was dead for over a decade why has the force continue to torment the people he loved. "I WILL NOT FRACKING ACCEPT THIS!" Jax yelled at the woman tears freely falling like a waterfall.​

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

KORRIBAN GROUND
to ENSNARE​

Pomstychtivé gasped. "Look at what you have done!" the Nightsister spat with great discontent. "Jedi master? Gorges his own Padawan learner?" Aveline Cuiléin . "Your anger has orchestrated this event!" She gritted her teeth. "You are no Jedi. Nor a master."

The Nightsister kept her eye on Jax Thio 's lightsaber, should she need to hold it off at a safe distance. She never witnessed the reality of their infliction so up close before this moment. Still, she added salt to his wound. "Why do you try to force what simply cannot be?" She watched as he lamented, tears fell from eyes rendering a softened gaze, all intentional to assist the climactic unfolding.

She readied her hand to tear away the specific potion-filled crystal button from her tunic which could generate her next magick spell. "Give yourself to me," she invited, her voice dripping with allure to ensnare his mind. "In exchange, I shall hold off death from the girl, and restore her life for you." At that, the Nightsister planned to trap the Jedi with the ancient Nightsister Craft of the Blood Trail, where he could neither go nor come from any place without her foreknowledge, nor permission. So much could she do with such inside awareness! She much could she thwart of the Jedi's plans, and benefit the Sith Empire! How the Emperor would be pleased with her accomplishment!

In one swoop of her wrist, the Matriarch offered the potion, one that would, "Save the darling child," which she tenderly enticed. The tincture glowed the infamous fluorescent green only inherent to the magick of Dathomir, the Spirit of Ichor. "Only you can administer it! She needs you to act quickly!" Pom guided.​