Skirmish Revolution | Open to All Jedi and TSC

[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: Varin Mortifer The Madclaw​

Her had certainly gotten her to talk.

Now he'd never get her to shut up.

Jonyna's legs planted, as she watched the dragon lash out. He was going for brawling, when she was keeping her distance. She knew her saber couldn't immediately cut through him, but she could still use it defensively. His fist got met with the side of a blade, as her smirk only grew as she used her structure to take the hit, rather than the blade. "Little boy trying to make himself look big. That's all you are."

It didn't help that he was a foot taller than her, but that didn't matter. He was still a child to her.

"You wanna play in the big leagues? Show me more than just smoke and flame, kid."

Her eyes caught Madclaw in her peripheral. "Like him! That's a big game player. You here to just remind me what wet fur smells like, or are you just happy to see a pretty lady for once that isn't running away screaming? Don't think I swing your way, unfortunately. Evil is, like, a total turn off. Also the rancid breath, woof. Maybe try eating less raw meat."

With the boy right in front of him again, she slipped her tail back into her coat, and pulled a different pistol out this time. cryo-blaster that unloaded a river of cryo right into the dragon's chest.

 

[The Madclaw]

The looming Wookiee raised his right pinky claw, then flicked it down as he drew on the Force. His telekinetic will wrapped around the pointed cryo-blaster and yanked the barrel toward the ground rather than at Varin Mortifer 's chest so that the jet of cryoban would coat the floor rather than the Sith's body.

Black lips curled with disgust and annoyance.

"Mewling like she's in heat. Don't let her grab you, Sith... she might try to mate."

Then those lips peeled back revealing rows of wickedly sharp teeth.

Jonyna Si

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

A shame then that the whole place was currently out of commission, because the Big Game was a tournament on the Kaggath finalist's bucket list - a lethal free-for-all without blasters, just strength and wits in zero gravity.

His feet slammed into the center of the arena and stuck there, held by the inertia technique.

Another figure floated in the arena. She reeked of the Dark Side, though tinged differently somehow. Tydeus' eyes narrowed. He couldn't quite make it out.

It didn't matter. He was not here to play games with these Dark Siders. They could sort through the bodies after they'd killed them all.

Stay safe, he sent to Tansu and Talsin, having broken off earlier.

Then Tydeus flicked one metal orb the size of a ball bearing at the floating woman, accelerating the bead to railgun speeds with the Force via ballistakinesis. Fashioned from phrik, one of the sturdiest materials in the universe, it would likely smash right through her abdomen and leave a cavitation gap the size of three fists, practically ripping her in half.

He didn't even give her a warning or a challenge, why bother?

Wasted air.

Just like every breath the Dark Sider still drew.

Arris Windrun

Tansu Treicolt Talsin Lota

 

[Arris Windrun]

Direct Tag: Tydeus of Tion
Equipment: Down & Out

Arris was enjoying her free float, generally unaware that a Jedi had already breached the arena; at least until the Force tugged at her senses, alerting her to the impending ball bearing just moments before it was launched.

The nature of the arena was thus: several hundred hexagonal cells lined the perimeter, each one finely controlling the influence of gravity within its direct path, wall-to-wall. Her almost naive amusement at the sensation of Zero-G betrayed reality; she had nothing better to do than spend the last few days practicing within the enclosed space, while leaving the occupation and restoration of The Wheel to the acolytes and their Black Sun allies.

The technopath reacted not a moment too late, reaching out through the Force and manipulating a cell just "above" her, increasing its hold from effectively zero to near its maximum, just above average human tolerance. Thankfully, cybernetics allowed her to withstand the sudden strain as she was swiftly pulled away from the speeding object that lodged itself several bulkheads beyond the control room.

"Hohwhoa!"

Her feet planted firmly on the cell's tiny surface, and she drew her revolver, firing a single high-powered slug from its accelerated chamber straight towards him.

She had no idea who this young man was, but he certainly proved to be quite dangerous - no one had gotten the jump on her like that since Mercy.

Unbeknownst to her, the damage caused by the flying hunk of phrik had managed to activate a countdown. Whenever it reached zero, the arena would unleash an electrical field powerful enough to fry a barabel. With the automated announcement system destroyed, neither of them would know the exact count.

 

[Varin Mortifer]

Their voices rolled off of his back, falling on deaf ears. Let them bicker, let them talk. The cryo beam aimed low striking Varin’s foot, but a loud hiss audibly sounded off as the cryo was overtaken by his body heat which gradually started to rise.

Varin extended his hands to his sides and with the force gripped some of the slot machines, crushing them with ease. Pieces of the machine and the currency inside rained down but were swept up by his force abilities. He then hurled the many pieces towards the Jedi as lightning began to arc between his teeth.

Give in, Boy. Give in to me.

Varin followed through leaping towards the jedi with enhanced speed to drive his fist towards her with a thunderous yell. Slowly he was beginning to lose himself to the fight, to the blood lust. All that would matter soon was who was in front of him.

The Madclaw | Jonyna Si​

 

[Tansu Treicolt]

​

Stay safe,

You too, she projected back. And they continued on their separate ways.

This was great, they were doing it. Talsin had some muscle from House Lota, Tydeus was getting his chance to hunt above Tion, and they'd paired up with a new Jedi. And the schematics hadn't lead them astray yet!

Everything was going according to plan.

And then just like that the floor wasn't there anymore.

No warning, no tremour—just a sudden, ugly give. One heartbeat she was with the others, the next she was dropping clean into darkness and flickering lights. No breath to scream with, only the hard rush of air and that instinctive flare of aw hells as she pitched into darkness.

She braced for metal. Pain. Something sharp.

It happened too quickly for her awareness to pick up on it— whatever happened meant an abrupt rupture from the group and a screamless descent.

Oof! whooshed out of her on impact.

What she hit instead was… surprisingly cushioned. And warm. And smelled exactly like the pipe mix her Pa favoured when he was feeling sentimental.

I'm fine, I'm fine, she shot through the tether to quell the spike of Talsin's concern.. before she had any earthly proof.

A beat later, she realized the truth: She'd landed in a lap. A very large lap.

Winded and gathering her wits through the ache in her head, she blinked up straight into the shadowed face of a giant of a woman lounging on a makeshift throne, seven feet of coiled power draped like a lazy mountain. Smoke curled from the long-stemmed pipe between her teeth. Darkness rolled off her like heat from a forge.

Tansu's mouth moved before her sense caught up.

"…holy feth."

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NOW: Mercy
THEN: Talsin Lota | Jalen Kai'el | Tydeus of Tion
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[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: Varin Mortifer The Madclaw​

"Never seen one before, have you? Don't worry, he's not my type either. Smells too much like brimstone and cheap deodorant." Jonyna shot back to the wookie, as she kept her eyes on her true opponent. Until the wookie actually decided to do something, he was just an annoyance.

And she wasn't convinced he would.

Still, the roar that her younger opponent let loose was a problem. But not an unfamiliar one. Suddenly, the air between them burst outward, creating a quick and dirty vaccuum just long enough for Jonyna to draw her black bladed katana, before Jonyna allowed it to do it as it was designed to do. Eat the lightning.

"Shush. Mommy and Your uninvited uncle no one likes are talking." She spat out, her voice coming not from her mouth, but from the wind itself behind Varin Mortifer , before Jonyna swung with that same black blade, as a torrent of golden lightning shot back at Varin.

 

[The Madclaw]

Laughter rumbled from the Wookiee’s throat, harsh and barking even as the lightning crackled through the air.

He recognized this Jedi now.

“Really?” He looked around as if there would be a camera filming this. This wasn’t another of @Razmir Tezhyn’s games was it?

“A former Jedi Council Member… trading playground insults with a teenager?”

Snot flew from his nostrils as he snorted.

“No wonder you’re disgraced.”

What was that failed rebellion she tried to lead called? He was sure the Syndicate had fielded a report on their efforts. Something to do with Wild Space. They’d made minimal impact and the Syndicate assessed them as no more than a minor nuisance.

Like an annoying gnat that would not stop buzzing.

Slamming a ryyk blade into the ground, Madclaw drew the lightning meant for Varin into it like a lightning rod. Its surface crackled with golden energy.

Reaching out in the Force, Madclaw funneled his strength in the Dark Side to the boy she faced.

“She is weak. Only advanced because all other Jedi were dead or absent. Defeat her and prove your worth, Sith.”

Varin Mortifer Jonyna Si

 

[Varin Mortifer]

The lightning rushed by him. Gold flickering almost making contact with him as it was drawn towards the wookie.

The rush of dark side energy rushed in like a falling star ship. Varin's heart rate shot up, his limbs began to shake. Ignati devoured it greedily as it spread through his body.

Finally, a little top off.

With heightened speed Varin burst towards his opponent, his hardened hand smacking the blade to the side. Flames erupted out of Varin's back as an animalistic growl left his throat that caused the air to vibrate. His vision had funneled, it bled. All he could see now was red as Ignati finally took hold.

The lights in the vicinity began to flicker as his voice deeply spoke directly to her.

“A gift for you.”

His jaw popped as he roared, red lightning erupted from his mouth in a quick powerful concentrated burst towards her.

The branded runes all over his body had begun to etch further on his flesh, giving a crimson pulsing glow.

The scent of burnt ozone and iron clung to the air as his body seemed to project an entirely different presence.

Jonyna Si | The Madclaw​

 

[Jalen Kai'el]

The Wheel
Allies: Talsin Lota , Tansu Treicolt (departed)
Enemies: Lysander von Ascania , Tamsin Starfall , Naniti

Delta-7, Lothal Jedi Temple​

"Might be a good thing, might be a bad one. I don't think we should rely on those elevators if we can help it. Easy way to get stuck in a kill-box."

"Yeah... I'd rather not get stuck in or under one of those things," Jalen decided.

And then the group was off. The knight from Tion was the first to shove off into the depths of the darkness, a darkness that Jalen was not privy to. All well so far. Then Tansu Treicolt strode forward and...

Was gone in an instant. The floor gave way, far too quickly for him to react to. Jalen swore under his breath and moved up to the new hole in the floor, kneeling down and laying his hands on the mangled surface below his feet. A few moments passed and he let out an exhale.

"She's alive," he reported. "I feel her aura. She's not alone though... we don't really have any way to get down their safely."

Well, that wasn't good. Hopefully she was a real tough lady, cause that was not a short fall. Even so, they couldn't become disorganized in the face of something unexpected. They had to keep moving. Jalen turned his head to Talsin Lota .

"There's no time to stand around. I defer to you," the young knight stated. "Lead on. I'll follow."

 

[Ghruna]

Fallon Draellix-Kobitana

The casino still smelled of blaster fire. The Sith had jumped the Wheel into hyperspace. Pockets of resistance, including some well paid casino security teams had out up a fight.

The lights continued to flash in garish colours, holo adverts cycling as if nothing had changed. Ghruna hated it.

She stood alone beside a circular table on the upper floor, one of the many gaming pits that spiralled around the central atrium. Rows of holo reels spun in front of her, symbols flashing nonsense. She pulled the lever again.

The reels spun then slowed and stopped. Ghruna had lost ahain.

The machine chirped a cheerful denial.

Ghruna's lip twitched. She pulled the lever again and lost ahain.

The machine chirped brighter this time, as if mocking her.

She stared at it, unblinking, for one long moment.

Then she lifted her fist and brought it down. The screen cracked and died in a wash of static. The noise echoed across the rows of empty tables.

She exhaled over sharp teeth.

The Wheel was enormous and labyrinthine. Multi floor, multi level, full of hiding places and vantage points. A perfect hunting ground when someone grew bored.

And she was already very bored.

"Need something better to hit," she growled to herself.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Allies Tamsin Starfall
Foe: Jalen Kai'el Talsin Lota
Sith style Lunch Date: Naniti
Location: Food court
Armor: Helm of the Twin Suns | Desevro-Type Sith Armor ​

The PA screeched, Arris's voice cutting across the station. His eyes flicked upward, paired with a wry smile. "Our guests have until we finish eating," he mused. A generous offer really.. considering he wasn't in any particular rush.

He studied the Togruta like some rare and dangerous specimen. Well, in some ways she was.

"There it is.. the feral spirit of culinary justice."

Amusement threaded through his words. “I mean, even if it’s mystery meat from one of Korriban's seven moons, I guess it could all be part of the same lesson, right? Survival.. even if it comes wrapped in disappointment. You complain.. but you still eat it, Naniti. Discipline and judgment.. all folded neatly into a few nibbles.”

A slow exhale ghosted from his chest in mock empathy. The Wheel might have been a wreck.. a ruin of luxury even, but somehow even here, the aromas sparked a small guilty pleasure inside. Desevro had zero charm; its food was just another test of.. patience. His fork hovered over her plate for a few more seconds, daring for another swipe. They’d dueled with sabers and sticks already; maybe it was only a matter of time before cutlery became the next skirmish.

The comment on the dessert hadn’t alluded to him. Tilting his head, the corner of his mouth lifted. Lysander’s brows deepened just a fraction. “Be honest, you really would steal my nuna if I weren’t watching, wouldn’t you?”

Then, he hummed softly. “A pie.. lost and lonely somewhere. Could be a trap, could be.. divine. I’m kinda intrigued.”

Of course, he wanted to take the invitation. That was until he heard Varin through the comms. Timing, as they said, was everything.. and this little piece of information being passed along during a shared moment left him feeling suddenly annoyed. The fork dropped with a clink onto his own plate. He presumed that his partner would’ve heard the message too.

Reaching outward, almost unconsciously, he felt it.. the currents and presence of others through the station. Those little footprints of the Light in the Force were impossible to mistake. From what signatures he could read, most were either gathering or moving toward the same spot.. the arena.

He caught her gaze and kept it. “I suppose our little lunch.. date is over.” Gathering the maroon helm off to the side, he turned away from the table. The corridors stretched ahead. Around one of the bends he caught sight of another Sith, Tamsin Starfall . Lysander didn’t know her name, but the face was vaguely familiar, another shadow from somewhere within Covenant. Words escaped without thought.. though it wasn’t a command.

“We could use an extra hand. Looks like Ashla's finest have decided to stick their nose where it doesn’t belong, as usual.”

Then he resumed forward.. mapping a path toward the arena.

 

[Naniti]

"Yeah. The only other option is to literally starve to death. And what else am I going to do? Eat it with a smile? Not complain? They get our undivided attention and obedience everywhere else, they can suffer not controlling genuine critique of their terrible meal prep." Naniti pointed the tines of her fork in Lysander's direction as if to make a point. As long as it remain nutritious, however, Naniti wouldn't stage a riot.

Her fork remain in the elevated position while Lysander's hovered precariously close to her plate. One eye ever so slowly started to squeeze shut. "I'd steal your nuna even if you were watching, Lysander. And ask you to thank me for it. The only question is whether you'd try to stop me." A moment passed. "And stabbing your hand with my fork is a legitimate move under the rules if you try to take my meat." The violet woman smirked.

A sigh accompanied the Togruta's fork waving off to the side as she straightened up in her seat in the wake of Varin's message. Her implement was set down on the table with only a little noise in the same motion she used the table to help her rise to her feet.

"Then I'll just schedule another one." Leave it to a bunch of party crashers to ruin their moment. Was it any wonder why Dark Siders and Light Siders didn't get along? They had such bad timing.

As they left the room, Naniti drew one of the sabers and held it unactivated in her right hand. They knew they had guests; might as well be prepared for them if they popped out from around a corner. Sith weren't the only ones that knew how to hide in the Force.

"Call the shot when you see it," Naniti said for Lysander's benefit. Only natural he was in the lead, right? Well there'd probably be more than one guest skulking about down there so they should make certain they didn't gang up on just one of them. Unless they were so separated taking them out one at a time were possible -- that would be convenient.

Allies: Lysander von Ascania | Tamsin Starfall
Foes: Jalen Kai'el | Talsin Lota

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Her feet planted firmly on the cell's tiny surface, and she drew her revolver, firing a single high-powered slug from its accelerated chamber straight towards him.

Gravity was just another obstacle.

Tydeus kept himself rooted to the arena floor, gray eyes narrowing as his opponent managed to slip out of the path of the ballistakinesised ball bearing.

Heh.

Fast. And something else about her movements gnawed at the back of his brain. He hadn’t deciphered it yet, but his years of study under that old Miralukan encompassed more than Teras Kasi. His eyes read the woman’s movements like an Echani Battlemaster, noting every twitch of muscle fiber.

She was not traditionally trained, he could tell that at once merely by the way she carried herself and held her pistol.

The slug came in hard and fast toward him, ripping through the air with a hunger. Tydeus stood his ground and held out two fingers from the hand wrapped around his lightsaber hilt. In the Force, he reached out and slowed the impending hunk of metal until it bled away all kinetic energy and simply floated in the absence of gravity.

Nice gun, Tydeus thought. She’d have to do better. She’d vary her tactic once she noticed she faced a telekinetic practitioner. The Force Wound roiling within him acted as a horrific reminder of all he lost at any time save when he was in a fight for his life. And there it served as a tool, a wellspring that amplified and deepened his own reserves of power in the Force.

Tydeus swung his own blaster up, pulling the trigger as he brought the barrel past his midline.

Superheated plasma shrieked out in a red lancet, but he seemingly missed the first shot as it veered wide of her. He fired two more directly at her.

A distraction.

The first bolt careened off a section of transparisteel at a perfect angle, reflected directly toward her back.

Arris Windrun

 

[Arris Windrun]

Tydeus of Tion

The cyborg had never faced one before who could so easily dissipate her high-powered slugthrower... the closest was maybe that Republic Jedi, but she used some barrier technique; as far as Arris could tell, this was different.

She remained locked on the gravity cell and watched him draw his blaster next. A lightsaber in one, and a blaster in the other? Once again, this young man proved to have more tricks up his sleeve. Perhaps his fighting style was more akin to Tansu Treicolt - preferring savvy techniques over tradition and discipline. If that was the case, then he might be just as dangerous.

Arris watched as the first shot missed, then two more. She held up her metal arm like a shield to absorb them both. Each left a scorch mark and had melted away a thin layer of their protective casing.

At no point had she noticed how his first shot ricocheted off the glass and struck her in the back. The resistant materials of Allyson's jacket, which she often wore as a stylish trophy, dissipated the outer sheath of the bolt. Still, the rest carved through the fabric and melted through her synthflesh, scorching harmlessly against her subdermal armor.

He'd learn, as any, that only sustained fire or high-yield bolts would particularly threaten her.

The technopath released her influence over the gravity cell, allowing herself to free float once again, and instead hijacked the functions of a cell near him. She fired a single leading shot into the path of its pull.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

A flash of danger sense, a warning in the Force a mere second before it came. The precognition more a gut instinct than a precise outline of what came next. An urge to move.

Tydeus took a step to the side, then felt a near instant punch against his shoulder followed by the clap of thunder. The slug reached him before the noise of its discharge. He glanced down at his shoulder, where a perfect score mark showed where the slug passed through the first centimeter of duraplast and armor weave.

If he’d remained standing where he was his head would be missing from the neck up.

Tydeus’s teeth clenched and his attention whipped back to the Dark Sider.

He held up the hand gripping the lightsaber and reached out in the a force, two fingers extending his will until it wrapped around a half-dozen phrik ball bearings that floated up from a pouch at his waist.

At a gesture, they sped up and around her as she floated. They aligned around her in a complete circle for a brief moment, like she was the sun they orbited. Then they each blasted inward toward her with the force of a slugthrower discharge. He couldn’t give each the strength of a railgun, but that would have to do.

The effect would be akin to the discharge of six simultaneous slug throwers at near point blank.

Arris Windrun

 

[Fallon Draellix-Kobitana]

Location: Casino floor
Objective: Represent Ashla
Loadout: here
Tags: Ghruna

Fallon liked casinos, they were fun, it wasnt that she was a huge gambler, it was more the atmosphere, the swinging emotions in the air, the music, the lights, so much fun. This Casino looked like it had seen better days as she walked through it. Fallon used the force to pick up a discarded poker chip, 1000 credits, she might keep hold of that, just in case.

As she rolled the chip over her fingers and it disappeared wherever poker chips went she heard the telltale kerchunk of a fruit machine arm followed by the spinning music. There was darkness in the air, not just from the fight that had passed through, but something more specific, more personal.

"Need something better to hit," she growled to herself.

"Huh, well I suppose you could hit me...." she said with a grin on her face, feeling the darkness around this woman and knowing she was amongst those that were hunting. "You can try anyway." she added as she extended the blade of her golden bladed lightsaber with a hum and mover into a prepared stance, agressive, ready.

 

[Ghruna]

CASINO

Fallon Draellix-Kobitana

Ghruna looked across her shoulder. That grin and confidence immediately set her anger boiling.

Her hands slammed into the battered slot machine, prying loose whatever heavy part she could wrench free. One final pull and the console, spinning wheels and metal payout drum tore loose with a shriek of stressed bolts.

With a surge of brute strength she hurled it across the casino floor. Ghruna wasn't a mountain of muscle like her father, but cords of strength popped out across her bare shoulders.

She hoped the Jedi went for the old 'cut it in half with my saber' trick. That would amuse her greatly as it wouldn't arrest any of the momentum of the missile. And Ghruna had put a lot of momentum into it. The Jedi would simply be hit by two pieces of gambling machine.

The lights of the broken machine flickered behind her, washing her massive frame in sickly neon.

Ghruna rolled her shoulders, stepping over scattered chips and shattered screens as she advanced.

The unstable red lightsaber sputtered and hissed to life.

 

[Kito]

//: Warpriest Prime //:
//: attire //:

Quiet steps moved through the station. Kito had been tasked, as a Shadow, to infiltrate deeper than the invading forces. She worked alone — even without a Master — and was still considered viable to the Republic despite everything.

A part of her disliked it. She missed the security that had come from her Master's guiding hand. She often wondered if the man had survived the illness he carried when she'd been banished.

Her thoughts lingered on him. He had become something of a father figure. Yet, the only memory that surfaced sharply was the disappointment in his eyes as he turned her away.

Kito frowned, pushing back the ache that tried to surface — the quiet yearning for someone who had once eased the numbness. With a slight shake of her head, she refocused and pressed forward, ignoring the bursts of explosions rumbling above her.

She paused when voices echoed around the corner. The words were indistinct, but the tone was familiar. Kito should have kept moving; she should have ignored it. But curiosity nudged her forward as she turned the corner, still cloaked in the Force.

The scene that met her almost made her break cover. A warrior lounging in a spa, relaxing as if war wasn't tearing the station apart around them.

She covered her face, snorting softly. Kito remembered Dima fondly. The girl who had wanted to be the princess of the ball, to be cherished and handled gently. Their dance had been brief, but she hoped Dima had gotten at least a sliver of what she wanted that night.

An attendant rushed past her. Kito slipped behind him and knocked him out with ease. The Shaper's figure flickered back into view as she stripped him of his uniform. Kneling, Kito grabbed the tray of grapes the man had been carrying. It didn't take long to grab more of what he was looking for, then she made her way toward the lounging woman, who was still grinning beneath her cucumber mask.

"Your grapes," Kito announced, making her presence known. They had spoken at the masquerade, but she wondered whether Dima would recognize her voice. If not, this would be entertaining. If she did… well, that would be interesting in its own way.

Kito held a grape near Dima's mouth, waiting, watching for the slightest flicker of recognition in the Force.

They had met as strangers in the middle of a party. Now, here they stood as enemies. Kito wouldn't hesitate, but because of their brief encounter and because she remembered that girl who wanted to be a princess for a night, she would offer Dima a chance to retreat.

Friends were so hard to find in this galaxy.

 

[Arris Windrun]

Tydeus of Tion

Again with the ball bearings? An unusual strategy... but as Arris was beginning to learn, an effective one.

The nature of floating freely was difficult to grasp, even with training, and with no surface to launch herself from, the cyborg lacked the speed and opportunity to avoid the attack.

The first bearing struck, smashing her chest. A normal slug round would've pierced her subdermal armor, but the ball's size and surface area caused a deep dent instead. The impact sent her flying backwards into a second projectile, smashing into the side of her right, and cracking the armor. Fortunately, the others only grazed.

Angry, threatened, and spurred on, Arris reached out through the Force and seized a small legion of cells, pushing them each past their limits. As sparks flew, the flow of gravity became erratic - creating something akin to currents that tangled throughout the arena. Effectively, causing them (and the bearings) to fall forever without hitting the surface.

It was like being ripped away by an invisible hand, or at least that's how Arris would later liken the feeling. The cyborg fell into the same path as two of the bearings and drew her revolver. She flicked the magnetic accelerator on and fired another slug at the Jedi; it flew faster than before, wrapped in an energy sheath.