Private Sacred Waters Lost in Sand Rescue Skirmish (Kainate/Jedi PM for Invite)

[Darth Carnifex]

"The ignorance of a man blinded to truth, and the grief of a child who loved a corpse. A repugnant combination."

The Dark Lord's blade was knock aside, the broken weapon tumbling in the air for a brief moment before quickly righting itself. It danced through the air, pirouetting and circling around for another strike. Again and again, relentless and hungry. It had tasted so many deaths before it's sundering, and it yearned to replenish all that had been lost. The whimpers and shrill screams of a thousand multitudes wailed from behind the blade's metallic surface, the length etched with a myriad of blasphemous Sith runes that radiated with a dark power all their own.

From below, the earth's maw opened wide and thick roots reached up to take hold of the Dark Lord's body. His eyes only spared the vegetation a ephemeral glance, His gaze already settling back on the Jedi Master. Leaping from His flesh came gouts of bright azure flame, incandescent rays of fiery energy that voraciously sought out life and matter. They were bound to the Dark Lord's will, entirely reliant on His power for their existence. They chewed through organic matter easily, but so too did they consume inorganic matter; metal, stone, glass, even things that would normally not be afflicted by the ravages of the inferno.

Beyond that, and perhaps most insidiously, was their devouring of the bonds that connected the Force with the material universe. It did not simply disrupt the influence of a Force-user over the world, it erased it wherever the flame touched. In it's wake were colorless streaks of entropy, instances where the connection had been severed so grotesquely it stained the universe with it's perversion. It was painful to look at for too long, and the keen disturbance that rippled outward from where the crude edges of entropy met the rest of the universe was far too unsettling.

Darth Carnifex moved forward, almost a spectral mirage than a being of flesh and blood. "Don't you understand, Alexandra? Yasha Cadera died on Mandalore, I devoured her soul myself. What then has shared your bed all these years, if not a corpse?"

Suddenly He was between her and Manu, His movements so sudden and abrupt that the light bouncing off where He'd previously was hadn't even had time to fully dissipate; that fleeting version of the Dark Lord slowly fading as the photons scattered. His hand came down, wreathed in the power of the Dark Side to be as strong and as cutting as any well-honed blade. Forgoing a traditional weapon, He sought to cleave her from shoulder to groin with His bare hand.

"Go join the grub in oblivion."

Alexandra Feanor | Manu Xextos ​

 

[Manu Xextos]

"I am blind. I, in myself, am an imperfect, blind creature. Any insight is a gift of the Light, and I am its conduit. Your truth is spite." The greatest difference between Kaine and I, is what we do with pain. It's more than a 'Sith cause it, Jedi…' well, nobody in this Galaxy could end that sentence honestly with anything but 'Sith and Jedi both cause pain'. A surgeon causes pain to the body in order to save it, a parent restrains their child's freedoms when they're young, to stop them from sticking their hand on the burner or prevent them from diving into traffic.

Pain is not evil, like most natural factors in the universe, pain is a force of nature, a hazard sign. A signal to retreat, or go berserk like I fear from the sounds, Magnus is doing in the city. "Killing him's not that hard. Keeping him down, now that's the groggy ticket. This guy's got an entire ritual industry in resurrection."

Before analgesics can be properly applied, one must understand their pains and that of others. It is the function of empathy, and application of apathy that informs Jedi and Sith alike. For Kaine to know which truths to speak, he has to be a secret master of empathy's shadow. To know where to push, he has to know where the buttons are.

Where I, as a physician and Jedi, look to inspect pain to carry people through the process to the healing possible on the other side, Kaine cuts and cuts and cuts and… "How much does this matter, the atrocities and desecration. The threats and armoured towers which, let's be honest, are dross to gods like us."

Kaine's sword pitches and assaults the air, Nuada flows around, deflecting and sending the sword past its vectors, away from myself and Alex. I've got her back, and as the wailing sword swings back for another volley, I reach behind with a palm, and place it on the middle of her spine.

The dark heart of me pulses and quickens. I hiss out my nose as it wraps around the spiked and writhing serpents of Alexandra Feanor 's grief, and the corruption that smacks at me like the faults in the Coruscant of my infancy, the one my mother and father ran from under Palpatine's first shadow. My breathing speeds, lungs heave.

"Eventually, all you'll be is ash in a nebula, a whisper in history. You will be what you make of others, nothing. All monuments crumble. The only thought of you will be that which remains in your descendants, if you have any left, by then. Aw, Kaine. I wish you saw your kids, really saw them. Their fears and expectations. The way half of them, don't ask me why, adore you. They don't need you destroying half the Galaxy for a few months of political toppery. They need their Father."

I groan as Alexandra's weighteous grief siphons into me like the poison of a viper's bite. The toxic corruption, slick and acidic, flows into my bloodstream to combine with the scattered black vessels surrounding my heart. With a shout, I slash hard against Darth Carnifex 's weapon, sending it careening into a wall at an off angle.

The lives snuffed out, their spectres shrieking from cold metal… I blink hard, their chorus a disphonic ache in my skull. My teeth grit, my knee almost falters.

I'm lost in the swell of a pitch black sea… and on the horizon I see my mother's smile, the way she cooes that beyond the drowning is a freedom a Jedi can never know. All I need to do is cling to it, let the inky black seep into every pore, let the metamorphosis complete itself.

And here, the problem of pain comes to a head. Kaine would, like Ahani, have me cling to the hurt, be shattered to dust, made inhuman by it, another monster to be remoulded. The Dark cannot create without perversion, it cannot heal without draining another. I launch at the wailing sword, and it isn't the catharsis of understandable rage that powers my downward strike.

With a wail of my own, I open a passage in myself between grief to consolation. Between the shrieks of trapped death, to the rectification of the Force itself. From the acid-burn to a healer's balm. The peace I found when I let go of my ego, when I let go of the hurts and wounds done to me by a legion now, of others, comes from the knowledge that beyond the wound is a beautiful repair. One which cannot be accomplished unless forgiveness, and its cost to both the forgiver and the pain's originator alike, is paid.

Nuada, this Lightsaber attuned a millenia ago, which resonated when I was struck wounded and blind and mute by the eviscerating assault of Sith Lords more vicious than even Kaine, which whispered as I meditated as a hermit on the mountain to understand the nature of the Light and the Dark; The same lightsaber I held, while I and Raien fought, and Ahani in her fear of losing either husband or son, encased us all in her crystal cage, is an extension of my soul.

"This is why you fail. Why all your plans end up crumbled to soot, eventually. Ya can't even give your children a sky to dream under, no, the Malsheem's a fantastic work of engineering, but it's a hold-out point against a Galaxy that'll destroy anything you build the second you touch down for too long. It's all meaningless without your kin. All that love, the spouses who gravitate around you, the kids who break their minds to be a person in your eyes… it's not them who consistently fail to match the basest expectation, it's you, Kaine. You will always be insufficient." Nuada, my companion, the focusing crystal in which I learned the painful but glorious truth of the Force, slices deep into the wailing sword. She cuts at the runes themselves, and with her as conduit, I create a passage for the shrieking souls to receive a blessed and eternal repose. "Let go your grip on pain and misery, and be a father to your kids."

I see their faces, the spirits trapped in the blade. I memorize the contours of their cheeks, their eyes. To me, they exist again, and part of them always will. It is in that acknowledgement they can, finally, let go. Release.

He cannot defeat me. All he can do is kill me.

"The truth you love so much, I reflect back. Others have been more of a Parent to your own children, than you. And when we fade from this plane, you to oblivion and me to the Force, I go at peace, because my legacy isn't about me. Unless you change, unless you do better, for them, yours will be nothing but sand."

The room pitches, the wrongness, sheer and terrible, splits into my head like an ache. I cycle backward, giving Alex room, getting away from Carnifex's unholy fire, his sword hopefully at bay.

 

[Saki]

Manu Xextos

Saki's boots hit the cracked stone with a thud, the impact tremor sending a ripple through her mental map of the crumbling streets. The market square was a mess ash falling like gray snow, the mesh netting overhead torn and fluttering in the wind, stalls toppled by the quakes rocking the city. In the distance, lightning cracked without clouds, a dark pulse of the Force that screamed Zambrano. She could feel their weight Carnifex's cold malice and the worse part there were more as their destructive hunger pressed against her senses like a storm on the horizon. But they weren't here yet, and Saki wasn't about to let their shadow stop her. Get the Echani out. That's was what the old man had said.

Her gauntlets pulsed with force energies coursing through her veins as she scanned the crowd. Silver-haired Echani moved with purpose, older women shoving supplies into bags, warriors gripping vibrostaffs and blasters, parents hoisting children onto skiffs. Their silence was their strength, a shared resolve that didn't need words. Saki's gaze locked onto the old woman who'd spoken of Manu, her curved spine belying the fire in her eyes. "West," Saki said, her voice sharp and low. "Stay tight, move fast." She rushed forward as a piece of falling debris was coming down and she punched it. The impact sending tremors as it shook apart above them.

She didn't wait for a response. She looked down the streets as her body surged forward, Matukai physical enhancment techniques flooding her muscles with power and energy. A pile of slagged debris blocked the alley ahead, jagged metal and stone from a collapsed storefront. Saki's fist shot out, the gauntlet glowing faintly as the Force amplified her strike. The debris shattered, scattering into harmless pebbles that crunched under her boots. "Clear!" she called, waving the Echani forward. The skiffs hummed to life behind her, engines coughing but steady, loaded with kids and the wounded. She didn't stop the momentum carrying her forward.

The ground shook again, a low rumble that sent dust cascading from the buildings lining the narrow street. Saki's seismic pulse rippled out, mapping the terrain in her mind cracks in the pavement, weakened walls, a sinkhole forming two blocks over. The battle was close, but the city was falling apart faster than she'd expected. She pushed the thought aside, focusing on the path. The air was thick with grit, stinging her eyes, but her Force-enhanced senses cut through the haze, picking out the safest route. "Keep to the left!" she shouted, gesturing toward a side street that her pulse had marked as stable. A group of Echani warriors fell in beside her, their vibrostaffs extended, eyes scanning the rooftops.

A young man with a blaster slung across his chest spoke without breaking stride. "It's a straight shot, but the ground's splitting. We've got maybe ten minutes before the main road collapses." "Then we make it in eight," Saki growled. She leaped onto a low wall, her boots gripping the crumbling edge as she surveyed the path. The street ahead was littered with debris shattered duracrete, twisted rebar, a speeder crushed under a fallen beam. Above, the sky flickered with unnatural lightning, and a distant explosion sent a plume of smoke rising from the east. She focused as she moved. The force going through her body as she lept for a moment and slammed her boots to the ground.

She pulled at it with the force to keep the road intact, to keep everything around her from falling so that they would be able to move. She followed as the debris was falling once there was a way cleared for them to get through. Her movements fluid despite the chaos. A woman with a scar across her cheek, one of the warriors, pointed to a flickering holosign half-buried in rubble. "This way."

 

[Pelie besk]

Right before she could continue her assault on Manu Xextos two things happened, one being the arrival of Alexandra Feanor and Pelie besk who seemed to challenge her while Alex went to tend to Manu, at first she was about to see about dealing with them both while keeping Manu here but her rage was quickly over taken by her sheer glee and almost insane like excitement at the arrival of her Father Darth Carnifex who seemed to have a handle on Manu and Alexandra, She turned to Pelie who challenged her and decided to ignite her crimson blade and do a speeding charge towards her too purposely clash against her blade and them both out the window down to the village below so they can have a proper battle without getting in the way of her father, If it all went well she would land safely onto the ground infront of her opponent either way the goal was to bring her to a different battle ground.


I accept your challenge Jedi, but I am giving us more fighting room hehe, wouldn't want to get in the of Father as he deals with up their lets continue this...Now...lets see how confident you are once im done ripping you apart.

Was all she said as she took a stance the shadow of the mountain made it so that her blade glowed against her armor like a Hellish beast was infront of her, she was still enraged from Manu's technique but now it was more focused ...focused towards this Jedi infront of her as she felt Magnus Zambrano facing against Caelan Valoren off in the distance she was ready to begin with wildness in her eyes behind that armor like a wild beast was in that armor instead of a human.

Pelie met Vandra Zambrano mid Saber clash she didn't expect to be out the window and falling towards the city down below she channeled the force and slowed her speed landing on the ground her frosted purple blade in hand. She looked in vandras general direction but the intimidation vandra was hoping for was lost on Pelie due to her mirilukan lack of eyes and conventional sight but she still 'saw' everything through the force including electrical currents and fields. The movements of everyone within 3 miles of her as she stood there "you may try" she said as she charged forward quickly did a horizontal slash across vandras chest as soon as her blade either passed through vendra or the zambrano blocked pelie blinked out and reappeared behind vandra a foot above vandra bringing her Saber down on vandras head.

 

[Magnus Zambrano]

"If I die, I am an unworthy vessel." Behind Magnus, a clutch of Echani hovered further off. A mother held her child to her chest, protecting its silver hair with a bloodied hand. She and her spouse stared in horror at the sight of the Zambrano youth, blue eyes quick to glance at Caelan. With a nod, she rushed off, husband guiding a flock of survivors away from the area.

The Echani were evacuating, a slim whisper through the Force lulled along the wind, 'go west, meet the others'. The area with Caelan and Magnus was being evacuated at a breakneck speed.

He needed Girak-Kaine or Adara Raxis yes, Adara was the diplomat, Queen of Mazara, she ruled every day. Talked at those sorts of places, made those sorts of deals. Magnus? Thick-headed but willing, Magnus wasn't an orator or manipulator.

A youth of simplicity, he ate and drank and fought and partied with the young, impressionable ones thrown into his path as a Zambrano upon the Malsheem. What did he know of politics?

No, this Jedi, he must have known. He somehow divined that Magnus' weakness was words. That was it, wasn't it? Caelan Valoren was trying to confuse him. Unsettle him off the mission his father gave him. To unwind and get him off-guard, then to strike and strike hard. Magnus glared with direct malice. How dare this… this Jetii… try to negotiate?

But the malice was exhausting. He tried to take in more air, gulping it down as if they were high on a mountain top against the loose atmosphere of a magnetically fragile planet. "When he sent me to fight you, I wasn't… the virus spreads quick, or its symptoms are fickle, what do I know?"

The lightning fizzled and crackled away. One groaning side at a time, he pushed up, back to his booted feet. He didn't know what Manu did, that the virus worked so quickly through his system because of the inertia of exertion he exhibited. No, this Jedi needed to be taught… he…

… but, Magnus ground the thought in his own mind… was he not also a Prince speaking to a King? Was he not the sibling of monarchs, the first son of House Fitz-Kierke? Destruction was multifaceted, his Father taught, there were more ways to win a battle than the application of a fist.

After all, resources were scarce on Sabarene… Those resources would do well being redirected. All those boring things Girak and Adara whispered about, thick as thieves, while he drank.

"Maybe a negotiation can be made…" Magnus wavered, shoulder canting to the side, when he lost his balance and hit hard on the edge of a building already fit to crumble. Rubble fell from a cantilevered porch downward. A wave of his hand sent the chunks of duracrete veering like missiles spread in an arc. "… you are a King. I am a Prince… I also have… ties… to Queen Adara of Lahos… state your terms… I'll start with one of mine. My half-sister Raya Najwa Zambrano has gone missing, in Galactic Alliance territory. My offer is this: In exchange for allowing your scientists access to aide in the cure on Sabarene, I will ensure you and your agents, your Jedi can undergo the search for Raya, to return her to her family… without Zambrano interference."

"Raya's… special among Father's children. She wanders at times, she's ill, a mental affliction she's had her entire life. A true Light Sider my Father keeps by his side, without penalty. How much worse trouble would it be for all involved, to leave the inevitable return of my sister to us? There is no stop-gap which would prevent my Father or her mother from seeking her, with violence… I can only imagine… burning worlds to bring her home…" Another cough wracked Magnus' lungs, "… you have a thermonuclear device on a timer in your territory, Jedi. That's got to be worth something."

 

[Vandra Zambrano]

Pelie met Vandra Zambrano mid Saber clash she didn't expect to be out the window and falling towards the city down below she channeled the force and slowed her speed landing on the ground her frosted purple blade in hand. She looked in vandras general direction but the intimidation vandra was hoping for was lost on Pelie due to her mirilukan lack of eyes and conventional sight but she still 'saw' everything through the force including electrical currents and fields. The movements of everyone within 3 miles of her as she stood there "you may try" she said as she charged forward quickly did a horizontal slash across vandras chest as soon as her blade either passed through vendra or the zambrano blocked pelie blinked out and reappeared behind vandra a foot above vandra bringing her Saber down on vandras head.

She went to bat way the strike and grab her with her free hand as she seemed to just vanish for a moment and appear above her, she just barely managed to block her attack before responding by unleashing a blast of lightning in a blanket above her before she moved so that Pelie besk wasn't on top of her before she went for a flurry of strikes aimed at all frontal angles of Pelies defenses aiming to break through and bash them down with speed and brute force.

Amusing trick you have there Jedi, perhaps you'll be entertaining after all.


She wasn't aiming for intimidation she was simply relishing the battle as she felt Magnus Zambrano 's condition worsen part of her wanted to dart off and get him to that cure before it's too late but if she did that she would be leaving her opponent to also regroup with the other Jedi, no she was going to stay until this jedi was nothing but dust under her boot and her blade was added to her collection whilst Darth Carnifex was handling that annoying old idiot Manu Xextos and Alexandra Feanor above she will keep this vanishing Jedi at bay and she had more then enough rage and energy to make it happen.

 

[Caelan Valoren]

The way he spoke was defeatist at times. Death meant he was an unworthy vessel? Unworthy of who? And vessel of who? Somehow he expected this to be something that had been instilled in him by his father. It was a terrible way to live life, always trying to prove you were worthy and not being able to find comfort in himself.

He started to talk, to fight the accusations made against his father, but ended up saying it didn't matter. In that, he was partially correct. For the sitaution at hand it did not matter that his father had sent him off to fight in a place where he would ultimately become sick if he wasn't already. That was a fact for him to deal with at another time. In that moment, between the two of them, the only thing that mattered was ensuring that he got help, that he survived, and that his people got both of those opportunities as well.

Caelan lowered his lightsaber and then deactivated it. Clipping it back to his belt was done as a show that he did not mean to continue to fight the boy. So far as he was concerned, the battle was over. Even should Magnus take a swipe at him, Caelan would not strike back. It was dishonorable to fight someone in his condition and it went against who he was, anyway.

He did use a barrier to block the duracrete missiles, which he knew weren't intentionally sent at him as they went in a wide arc everywhere while the boy coughed.

"Raya... I don't know that name, but every child should be with their parents. If she's become trapped within Alliance territory for some reason, you have my word that I will seek to remedy that and return her. Though we come from different ideologies, I do not believe that we must always fight. If your father would just settle down, he'd probably be left alone."

At least by those like him.

"You need help, though, and immediately. Can I give you some medicine which might help to at least slow the spread of the illness? I don't know that it will cure you, but it works faster and better than bacta, so it might help to some extent."

ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace), Prosthetic Left Arm

TAGS: Magnus Zambrano ​

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Even without her left arm, Alexandra was no longer that child who grew to serve Kaine, not the young woman who had seen the Throne of the Sith change hands atleast five times in so few years. The Sith had been an example of instability and the need to gain more and more power, and she had been apart of that. She had studied closely how to use a Sith Blade, to utilize the Sith Swords and the Sorcery involved in creating and strengthening them. The same energies used to create the Monsters that she and Taeli had crafted before Alexandra had fully turned from the Sith.

As Carnifex moved forward, and Manu stood in her defense as well as to hold her upright as he siphoned off some of the corruption, she simply let her body move. The young woman who often relied on the same tactics she had when she was a Sith, using shadows and fear to strike individuals and throw them off, did not use such things today. Overwhelming power and crafting fear in her target were useless against Kaine, and instead he would watch as she shifted and moved her right arm up.

Just as Manu was working to interrupt and intercept Carnifex's blade, she was there when he failed. Her movements more like a dance and as Carnifex's blade struck hers the Songsteel would sing. The blade lightly glowing as it flowed in and collided against the dark blade, her eyes dull as she sacrificed herself to the Force and let it move her body.

She well and truly had come to believe in the living force, to let the Light and the Dark flow throw her and to weave the Dark out of the greater flow so that the Light might shine all the brighter. She was careful in doing this, knowing one wrong step could leave her being corrupted, it was after all what had happened on Coruscant. When she was able to focus though, able to separate herself from the concerns of the Physical and instead focus on the Will of the Force, she did not need such worries.

While Manu spoke and argued with Carnifex, Alexandra in turn simply continued moving. Her body shifting and dancing through the small battleground between the three, striking when Manu blocked, or blocking and diverting Carnifex's blade away when Manu himself struck. She let the Force flow through her and strengthen the Songsteel further, creating a beautiful melody as it moved through the air. An almost holy sound as she smiled and continued to let the Force guide her, continued to look through the Force rather than the physical realm.

It was during this period, when Manu moved back and out of the reach of the Unholy Flames that Alexandra's own form kicked off the ground, letting the Force build up inside her body and just as Carnifex had moved quickly, her own moved behind him, staring at him before reaching out and letting the force rush through her.

Collecting in her hand, coursing up through the blade of the collapsed spear, the blade would release a blast of bright emerald green lightning. A brilliant display as her presence in the force was released further and the Light that remained present in her took greater hold. She couldn't used her left arm still, but the corruption did shrink, thanks to Manu's efforts and her own focus as she simply smiled towards Carnifex. The cleansing lightning, a swift and powerful application of Electric Judgement, aiming straight for Carnifex's core.

She knew well that the chance of actually killing him was unlikely, and while she still wished she could in this moment, there was more important things to do.

"I said, I am taking Manu with me."


Manu Xextos Darth Carnifex Pelie besk Caelan Valoren Saki

 

[Magnus Zambrano]

The war of Sabarene was one of two nurtures. For the majority of Magnus' life, his Father's hand was a welcome, but terrifying weight. The hovering imperative was to grow and prove one's worth, for the Galaxy was hard and people, even well intentioned, were cruel. To say Magnus remembered Mandalore was a misnomer - in himself, he didn't.

Bits of Alexandra Feanor 's tree, of Noah Corek teaching the ways of the Resol'nare, whispering at night how he didn't care who the twins' father was, he was their Buir and he'd dang well teach them a better way… but these were shadowed by the imperious and all-consuming education of the Dark.

Most memories of life before came from Girak-Kaine's dreams. Prophetically released from the scourge of time upon sleep, Magnus' twin saw without direction, until their Father wrapped up his son, and gave Girak-Kaine a specific education befitting a Farsighted Seer. The connection between twins meant Girak-Kaine's dreams were shadows on the wall of Magnus' mind, and so when they were young, they learned many things about the most important figures in their life. Their mother and the ones she loved.

"At least give me the dignity of considering me a threat." The deactivation of Caelan Valoren 's lightsaber was a strike across Magnus' flushed cheeks. An overwhelming pit of shame crawled into his stomach and down his spine. There he was, the largest Epicanthix most would ever see, a son of Darth Carnifex, and he couldn't incur violence in a Jedi.

Caelan and his barriers rebuked his attempts, taking the calm authority of an adult who knew better, who saw the larger picture which Magnus ignored in his thrill to impress. Yes, he'd levelled almost two city blocks, the denizens scattered. He did cause chaos… but it remained insufficient.

"I might be a bit thick, but even I know not to take things from strangers. Especially those who would best want me dead." Magnus swayed from the waist, tried to centre himself with as deep a breath as his shallow lungs could muster. He wanted to hate this man. To throw Caelan's pity at the Jedi's own ribcage with enough ferocity to bloody the ground. The more he stared at this confounding being, the more Magnus sensed the expanding threat of his step-parents.

Alexandra brought this man. "Jedi trickery, get my guard down, disarm the situation, then attack. That 'medicine' of yours could be anything. I don't even trust half my siblings, what makes you think I'll trust you?"

Alex didn't come for Magnus, even his own step-mother came to fetch someone else. She didn't consider Magnus at all, not that she knew he was near. None of this was about the youth, and that in itself was another ego-shredding rebuke. The time was over that Magnus could invent fictions of being in the centre of it all. It was time to give up such childish things.

"You do realize I like to fight. I live in a bastion of lies and half-truths. Combat is simple. I learn far more about a person and their intentions by how they move with a weapon in their hand than when they waggle their lips… you want someone like me to trust you, don't put down your blade." Voice a deep croak, Magnus settled with both knees on the sand, breathing in and out to clear his head. Meditate however brittle, on the Force. Sweat trickled down his forehead and stung both eyes. He shook his head and blinked hard.

"Heh. Father?" Magnus couldn't help the tight smirk, "Settle? About Raya, don't get offended, when she doesn't know you, she could meet you every day and not remember. Try not to spook her, if she runs, there's no telling how far she'll get… she hates pickles… loves irli cakes…"

 

[Pelie besk]

She went to bat way the strike and grab her with her free hand as she seemed to just vanish for a moment and appear above her, she just barely managed to block her attack before responding by unleashing a blast of lightning in a blanket above her before she moved so that Pelie besk wasn't on top of her before she went for a flurry of strikes aimed at all frontal angles of Pelies defenses aiming to break through and bash them down with speed and brute force.

Amusing trick you have there Jedi, perhaps you'll be entertaining after all.


She wasn't aiming for intimidation she was simply relishing the battle as she felt Magnus Zambrano 's condition worsen part of her wanted to dart off and get him to that cure before it's too late but if she did that she would be leaving her opponent to also regroup with the other Jedi, no she was going to stay until this jedi was nothing but dust under her boot and her blade was added to her collection whilst Darth Carnifex was handling that annoying old idiot Manu Xextos and Alexandra Feanor above she will keep this vanishing Jedi at bay and she had more then enough rage and energy to make it happen.

Pelie was struck by the lightning pain surging through her body as she dropped to the ground from the pain her body writhed under it for a moment and as she began to stand Vandra Zambrano began her attacks which pelie was barely able to defend against one of vandras attacks knicked pelies arm another cut into her leg making it unable for the miralukan to stand. As she kneeled there her one hand still holding onto her Saber she knew she was defeated. She would find it hard to move let alone fight. But she still tried to stand and fight vendra as the pain cursed through her leg she tried to ignore it to the best of her ability.

 

[Caelan Valoren]

Caelan shook his head at the boy. Giant as he was, it made little difference. The bigger they come, the harder they fall. Size matters not. There were plenty of sayings on why an opponents physical stature meant little.

“The only threat you pose here, as much as you don’t want to hear it, is to yourself.”

And that was further confounded by his rejection of help. Stubborn as a nerf. Caelan reached into his robes and pulled out a pouch. From it, he withdrew a vial of a liquid with medical markings on it. It was Lazerenzyme, a medicine produced on Lazerian that was faster and more effective than bacta. He popped the cap and took a small swig of it himself. It seemed a common thing for him to have to do this to get people to accept that he was just trying to help them. Not that it mattered. The liquid posed no harm to him and there were very few that were allergic to its contents. He replaced the stopper and held it out in offering. Hopefully his gesture would suffice.

But he ignored the comments about putting down his blade. His intention with that was to be a rebuke of the boy and his aggression, but also as a means of showing he didn’t want to harm him. It didn’t matter to Caelan that Magnus’ very life revolved around combat, other than the fact that such seemed to have blinded him to the ways of others.

“The galaxy doesn’t revolve around your way of doing things. As much as you think you can only read intentions through the use of a blade, others can read intentions in body language without combat, and in the words associated with that language. Even now you give away your own insecurities, though the reasons behind them I can only guess at.

“Not everything has to be solved with a blade and fists, and the sooner you learn that the majority of the galaxy does not operate that way, the sooner you’ll understand why people like you are feared and despised by many. It’s not because of your strength.”

The lightsaber remained where he had placed it. If that angered Magnus then so be it. He was not going to draw his weapon against him again unless forced to do so, and even then it would still be in defense.

“I didn’t come here hoping for a fight. I came here hoping to quietly rescue someone who was being held against their will, that is all. As for Raya, I’ll keep that in mind.”

ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace), Prosthetic Left Arm

TAGS: Magnus Zambrano ​