See Them Driven Before You [Sith raid on Yutan Jedi Temple]

[Tarrlok]

As she stood among the other two, her head was held down and her arms folded across her chest. Her moment of silence fell at the same time that a ripple echoed through the Force and through her. A malevolent aura began to fester deep within her core, and she knew it well. However she did not know why. The hair on her arms rose slowly, and a chilled air rode the length of her spine just before she pivoted in her stance to turn and look down a dark corridor from which they originally came.

"That feeling..." Her soft voice cut through the growing anxiety fueled by those whom were left. "Malevolence grows all around us even now."

Then they knew what it could be, they were coming to claim what was left. She knew what was to unfold, there was no way of getting out of it and even though they weren't well rested they retained what energy they had to mentally prepare themselves for the inevitable.

Her eyes slowly came to a close and her head lowered itself till it hung, then there was a sigh. the strands of hair on each side of her face now hung just beside her eyes.

"How many do you think General..." one of her fellows spoke, and maybe he knew the answer already. Perhaps he wanted confirmation.

"More numbers than ours I'm sure..." she responded.

"We won't be able to face them!" another woman's voice came in just after Shmi.

"We'll have to try!" She said as her body tensed, they were all tired so she understood. "It's dire...but if were to survive, we're going to have to fight for it. They're all around us...we can't just walk through the front door." Her last few words were spoken as she rose her head, only for her eyes to bounce around the room almost as she was thinking. Her forehead glistened from the humidity in the room.

"We should go deeper into the temple...try and make contact with the others if you can. Maybe we can buy time till they can send someone." She rose her right arm at a 90 degree angle and pointed with her index finger and middle finger in the direction just behind them, signaling them to move.

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[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] | [member="Darth Krieg"] | [member="Calina Ovmar"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Priscilla Genesis"] | [member="Rexus Drath"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Tirdarius"] | [member="Darth Ferox"] | [member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Alexandra Feanor"]

(I'm sure I missed a few)

 

[Rexus Drath]

With the Sith still at a bit of a distance, Rex had somewhat halted their rampage that was getting very very close to becoming murderous. They would more than likely try to attack him once they figured out what he was doing. But before that would happen he used a bit of slight of hand to touch the commlink on his wrist. He had to make sure any innocents inside got away. There was no point fighting over a bunch of stones. The light didn't reside in buildings, it came from within.

"If anyone is still inside get them out. I don't think I can distract them very long." Rex said in a very hushed tone before approaching. Hopefully [member="Shmi Labooda"] had heard his call.

With a smile on his face and open arms, the man's bare chest under the unbuttoned shirt shined slightly in the light as he approached the sith. Was he going to attack? No. But he'd certainly defend himself it came down to it, which he was pretty sure it was going to come down to.

"Yeah of course!" Rex said cheerfully with his smile still plastered on his face.

Approaching the large muscle bound cat in the exo-suit he looked up at the warrior and sized them up.

"Wow. Has anyone ever told you that you're terrifying?" Rexus gave a slight chuckle then waved the sith on to follow him.

"And you're fit. How much do you bench?" he asked in a very casual tone as he walked as slow as he could to towards the temple.

[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] | [member="Darth Krieg"] | [member="Calina Ovmar"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Priscilla Genesis"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Tirdarius"] | [member="Darth Ferox"] | [member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Alexandra Feanor"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

"Aww, are you afraid I am loosing my edge?"

She did not turn away from her scope to look at Darth Ferox , but turned the muzzle at a halt in the advance. A farmer in a multicoloured shirt? She put the crosshairs between his shoulders and watched the scenario unfold. Should she take the shot? The feline was unfamiliar to her, some scrub of the new age.

"Affirmative. Don't worry about the Iridonian. I don't teach them slacking; that's all on you."

Cheeky, she had her quips, but her point stood. She had taught a few, Darth [member="Mythos"] , [member="Darth Lykos"] , [member="Darth Abyss"] , and not one of them was shy of doing what had to be done. If anything, they were a little too fond of great accomplishments. Success or death, that was the rule.

"It seems a farmer has come in the way of some of our advances. I am not yet sure if it will come to blows."

Her scope turned back to the main structure. What previously seemed still now quaked with subtle signs of life. She could not get a good angle on anyone inside, but she caught movement hither and tither. Her presence in the Force shrunk further and she exhaled the tension from her body.

"There is life inside the temple. Something may have alerted the residents."

Her scope turned back to the situation of [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] and [member="Rexus Drath"] . Something was going on. The dark side of the Force whispered warnings, her experience as a covert agent backed it up. Should she take the shot? Or would the Sith take it upon themselves? Her finger wrapped around the trigger and once again she exhaled the tension from her body. Her mind sharpened with the adrenaline and malice of murderous intent, now baked perfectly into the backdrop of the Force.

Make your move, boys, or I will.
Take the shot. Kill!

[member="Shmi Labooda"] [member="Velok the Younger"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] @sosomanymore

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Jungles were by far not Xavka's favourite terrain, that distinction belong to deserts; him having grown up in one for more than a decade lending it its advantage, yet, this dislike did not hinder him in the least as Xavka traveled through the trees; exposed claws gleaming slightly as the Force was channeled through them to aid him in leaping from trunk to trunk, bared feet never touching the ground. Unlike the majority of the invading Sith forces and like the minority of them, Xavka had arrived in stealth, unseen and unnoticed thanks to the stygium systems of the Phasma Class Infiltrator. The ship itself was quite a distance from the Temple and the Zabrak's current location, yet he had solely traveled without the aid of transportation, falling behind his fellows slightly but leaving behind no traces of his presence.

Stealth was very much the main focus of the Zabrak Sith's life, his living and breathing shadows contributing to that aim. As such, and as was common for him to do, Xavka was currently masking his Presence within the Force through three different practices; overkill so as to prevent under-preforming when it might be crucial. Quey'tek masked his mind, leaving it to feel as nothing more than a blank, emotionless porcelain mask that simply stared out at and observed the Force around it. Art of the Small had been used to reduce the size of his Presence to nothing more than an insignificant pinprick within the Force. And, finally, Force Stealth had been used to reflect the ebbing waves of the Force, meaning that to even sense the effects Quey'tek had had, one must first break through the protection granted by that specific technique, which itself required someone to be able to differentiate his minute Presence from the rest of the Force that surrounded it and concealed it through anonymity.

Just as he was hidden within the Force, he was hidden within the physical world also. The Force had been brought forth to settle over his shoulders as a cloak, clinging to his clothing and destroying the photons that reflected off of his form by having them be consumed by surrounding electrons as well as preventing the vibration of particulars from any sound he made; the effect only helped by the greater perception and understanding of the world around him that Art of the Small granted him. The results of these effects brought about by the Cloak was that Xavka's cloaked form was rendered invisible and inaudible to any around him, leaving him to pass from tree to tree as nothing more than an overlooked shadow.

A short while later, the Temple that he and his fellow Sith were targeting came into view and, very soon after that, the Zabrak's travel through the trees came to a halt; cloak settling around him as the claws on his bared feet dug into the branch beneath his while he leaned against the trunk. Pulling the rifle that sat across his shoulders, a rifle claimed for his use during the time of the One Sith, around to the fore, extending the stock and beginning to line up the sites with the grounds of the Temple, Xavka took slow and steady breathes as he prepared himself to fire. Locking his sites onto one of the droids after having taken a time looking at the other defenses the Temple boasted and locking their locations onto his mental map, one claws finger would slowly wrap around the trigger, waiting.

As the voice of Darth Ferox would come over the coms, a small twitch would pull at the corner of Xavka's lone remaining eye as his concentration was weakened for the moment. Growling for a brief moment at himself in chastisement, Xavka would activate his own coms after taking in the words spoken by Ophidia with stoic amusement, allowing his voice to be broadcasted to the other two Assassins; the fact he was speaking into the coms circumventing the Cloak. "I'm roughly 150 meters left of your current position Ferox. Awaiting the moment to act." Seeing no more reason to speak, Xavka would fall silent, disengaging his coms system but continuing to listen in.

Like his Master, the Darkness was whispering into Xavka's ears, stirring up his caution and his bloodlust in equal measure, finely crafted instincts hissing the same words. No longer were they, the invading Sith as a whole, an unnoticed party, the surprise having been lost. Sweeping the land in front of him once more, Xavka passed over the farmer that stood before the main party, the feelings traveling through the shattered bond with his Master, as weak as it was, letting him know that she had her aim set on the situation. He himself was searching for any signs of an ambush that may have been set up but finding none. Growling lowly and constantly at the feeling of unease and desire to taste blood that shivered down his spine, Xavka resettled his sites on the droids, seeing no other target to aim on at that moment.


[member="Darth Ferox"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Main Courtyard, in front of the Lightside Tree
Allies: [member="Rexus Drath"] [member="Shmi Labooda"]
Enemies: (Tag me if you are nearby)

Alexandra was shaken from her focus by Daeda, eyes opening and looking towards the now very distinct dark feeling coming towards the Temple. She had more than enough experience to know what that was that she was feeling and her hands drew back behind her while she stood there, tapping the sabers she kept hanging from her belt. She had just returned from her seclusion over the last few years and knew just how shaky she was when it came to her blade work, but in that time she had traded off blade work for connecting to the force, something she could do far more easily right here where she stood.

With that thought in her mind, she drew her hands out in front of her. The best she could do was set up some form of defense, and with that in mind, she brought to her hand several seeds that she could scatter out around her. She did not bother touching them, not yet at least and merely focused on them in the force, connecting herself to them and making sure that she had a solid hold on them. She was nowhere near as proficient as the troublesome pain that normally sought her out for healing, but she could handle herself when the time called for it.

Her grin grew at the prospect of fighting, and she finished with the seeds. Six were laid out and prepared in the area, but those would be small weapons, unlikely to kill or even harm those who would come into the temple. No, they were here to act as restraints and obstructions for her enemies, something to help her in case the situation here got dangerous and she would need to run. Now was the time to figure out how many were coming and what she would need to combat them. She had fought Sith spawn enough to make her worry about if any were coming, hell they were one of the main reasons she had looked into the most combative elements of the light side long ago.

She would need more than just the force, thought that brought her sabers to her hands.

"Daeda, get into the corner. You need to remain out of the way of the fight." She said to the small Ashlan Wolf, only glancing at it for a second before letting the creature leave her to wait for those that would come. "I hope that the Jedi have an escape plan if this goes south."

 

[Darth Ferus]

There was only a silent chuckle from the old man as he listened to the com. Perhaps he had taught [member="Darth Ophidia"] a thing or two about not being up tight all the time after all. Though, it seems the lessons weren't passed on as he listened to [member="Darth Lykos"] . Doom and gloom wasn't everything after all. Something odd was happening up ahead, quickly confirmed by the Pale.

Another route then.

Quickly Ferox turned from the growing crowd of militia volunteers and made his way back through, scanning his immediate surroundings for another path into the temple itself. So far, he found nothing. A frown settled on his lips as he gently shoved his way through the crowd. It was one hand on his fake gun and another up to pat on the shoulders of anyone who wouldn't move out of his way. Friendly smiles and the occasional conversation was offered, almost genuine from the Sith Lord. 'How are you?' 'Not prepared to fight? I'm pretty nervous myself..' 'Ha! Coward.' There was all sorts of words given to him.

And they were all forgotten rather quickly.

"Saiah, find me another path into the temple. The crowds getting thick."

 

[TB-705]

"More than you," Thengil stated simply.

He prowled behind the human, feet padding softly against the jungle floor as they emerged from the canopy and into a clearing. The temple lay just beyond, but traversing the defensive grid would prove no small feat.

Fortunately, they now had a guide.

The Jedi's emotions were closed off from him. He felt of the light, but nothing more. Too skilled for a mere acolyte to read.

Thengil sniffed the air. The scent of trepidation wafted from nearby; the human who followed Velok. Him he did not know. Small matter. And what else? Fear and worry from the Jedi, though he disguised his features well in that veil of cheerfulness. Thengil's brows knit together. He sensed... something else.

Restlessness? From the young human who followed.

The hunter is patient. The hunter waits.

A lesson best learned young on the plains. But even experienced hunters could be prone to flights of thrill, with the kill so near it was a wonder none had yet assaulted the Jedi.

But Thengil was patient and so he followed.

[member="Rexus Drath"] | [member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Shmi Labooda"] | [member="Vitor Avendahl"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

"Following. The Cathar is following the farmer. He must have some sort of plan."

May the Force serve you well.

Her finger slipped off the trigger and rested along the rifle's stock. Her scope turned, first pinpointing [member="Darth Ferox"] , then surveying the area around him. It appeared quite dense, no matter he had issues getting through. However, if he backtracked some, then broke through the bush on their left, he would find his journey easier, by the look of it.

"Krest, backtrack about 80 meters, break through on your left."

She traced her scope up along the path and almost passed right over the hidden turret. However, she caught a small glint of metal and focused.

"Battery on your ten, some 60 meters up. Be careful."

Inhale - exhale. Cold hatred; the serpent is calm before it strikes. Patience.

Her scope turned to the window she had looked through before. Movement still, could she get a shot off? Doubtful. Even if she got through the transparisteel, she could not quite see what was beyond. It was not worth giving up her position for.


[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] [member="Darth Lykos"] [member="Rexus Drath"]

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] [member="Vitor Avendahl"] [member="Rexus Drath"] [member="Darth Ophidia"]

It didn't suit Velok to sit back and let another take point in any given situation. Nevertheless, regardless of his personal preferences, the more he learned about his fellows' judgment the better. Thengil made an interesting call, and Velok followed along as Rexus led them slowly toward the temple. The delaying tactic was obvious.

Half a dozen quips came to mind. He opted for none of them. Instead, the old Whiphid just shrugged and quickened his pace somewhat. Not a run, not a jog, just a faster walk than this stumpy-legged human could apparently manage. In short order he would pass the human farmer's left side and continue on.

 

[Zef Halo]

The appearance of the random man out of nowhere blabbering with the raiding party some casual chit chat surprised the former miner. Yet, it did not surprise him as much as the reaction from the Cathar besides him. The troupe, now led by the initiative shown by the Cathar, followed casually the random man allegedly towards the template they had arrived to assault. It was longer than a moment in which Vitor thought he was the only sane one around.

Even Velok had calmly followed the man and was now hurrying past him with complete disregard to the presence of the random human.

What the hell ? Was this some sort of test ?

Vitor had become as vigilant as ever now with the surprising events that were occuring. He followed the group with less haste than before and his body language emitted caution. Confusion now ran through his veins along with fear and adrenaline. The confusion, though, stabilized his lightweight feet and cured his nauseous feeling. It made him focus much more than before, it made him depend more on himself rather than depending on Velok slashing the way through.

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[member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] | [member="Rexus Drath"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Shmi Labooda"]​

 

[Rexus Drath]

"Tell me about it. You look like you could lift a bus. I mean as for me, I don't get to hit the gym much. You just get so caught up with work that you forget to go." Rexus then adjusted his straw hat and kept his pace.

He would then notice the older sith push onward towards the temple. That wasn't good, and what was worse was his age. For two reasons to be exact. One he was set in his ways. Most young people could usually be swayed from the dark side, they were still growing as people and finding themselves. But old folks had their journey and lived their life. That's not saying they couldn't be swayed from the dark, but it was extremely hard.

"Woah. Slow down there speed racer!" Rexus shouted out to the older sith. Which brought us to reason two.

He was old. All the walking and maneuvering through the forest floor wasn't good for a man of his age. And that wasn't meant to be an insult, Rex genuinely was concerned for his safety. Young people could take a fall and keep going, but for older souls it was an entirely different ball game. A fall and you could break your hip, dislocate a limb, the list just went on.

"The temple will still be there if we take our time. Besides, it's a beautiful day. How often do you just enjoy a bit of beauty with your destruction?" Rex said to Velok and once more genuinely meant what he said.

He wasn't scared, he wasn't angry at the sith, and he certainly didn't want to hurt them. Would you blame a nexu for having teeth? No. You'd still fight it and do your best to make it a little less aggressive, but you accepted what was set in stone and do your best to change what could be. Rex was legitimately happy to be around new people and potentially make new friends, everyone needed friends.

But to keep the sith from growing more and more impatient he did pick up the pace a little to match the elderly warrior, doing his best to try and get him to slow down and take in the beauty.

[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] | [member="Darth Krieg"] | [member="Calina Ovmar"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Priscilla Genesis"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Tirdarius"] | [member="Darth Ferox"] | [member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Shmi Labooda"]

 

[TB-705]

"He's deaf," rumbled the Cathar without breaking stride.

Amber eyes slid along the human's body looking for a lightsaber, or any other sort of weapon.

No other Jedi had appeared as yet, but that did not mean they were not out there. Waiting.

[member="Rexus Drath"] | [member="Vitor Avendahl"] | [member="Shmi Labooda"] | [member="Velok the Younger"]

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"][member="Rexus Drath"][member="Vitor Avendahl"]

Velok stopped and turned to face Rexus, blocking the path and putting the Jedi between the Sith.

"I commend you on your attempts to delay, baffle, and disarm. You execute them well. However, my associate is correct. In all relevant respects, today I am deaf."

He still had the red saber ignited in his right hand. The left closed into a fist by his side: a motion of focus. His intent was to choke the farmer, partially immobilizing him and stunning him so Thengil and perhaps Vitor could take a clearer shot.

 

[Darth Imperia]

Darth Vitium's Apprentice had taken aim with her rifle, calmed and centered her mind. She'd been ready to shoot a bolt through the poor farmer-jedi's back.

And then Velok started choking him, and suddenly, stealth seemed like less of an issue. With an ever-so-slightly annoyed sigh, the Sithling slung her rifle in its place across her back, then stepped out of the jungle with Force-Augmented speed. Her curved-hilt lightsaber was ignited by the time she reached Velok, grasped firmly in her cybernetic hand.

"Really, Velok?" Were the first words out of the amused Sithling's mouth, watching, with slight interest, as the whiphid choked out the Jedi. She would've gone with something like chopping his legs off, but that was just her. Everyone had their own taste. "I was going to shoot him. Must you spoil my fun?" Her tone was playful, as if she were discussing something far more lighthearted than cold-blooded murder. Still, there was some genuine irritation to be found in her words - she'd have preferred a more subtle approach by far. Ah, well...one couldn't have everything. And it gave her an excuse, at least, to show off her newest toy. The young Apprentice tapped the commlink on her wrist, uttering only a few short words.

"Mjolnir, proceed to my position. It's time for a spot of fun."

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[member="Velok the Younger"]
[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]
[member="Rexus Drath"]
[member="Vitor Avendahl"]
[member="Sam Rodarch"]

 

[Rexus Drath]

The first thing Rexus felt was pressure. It wrapped around his throat like an invisible hand slowly but steadily and surly choking the life out of him. This continued for a few moments as the sniper revealed herself and joined in to make a few comments over the process of him being murdered by Grandpa Sithmas. But, that was enough of that. The sith weren't interested in peace or the beauty of existence, they wanted blood. It truly was a pity. With his head slumped down from the choking, a deadly serious look came onto the Jedi master's face.

Spoiler

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"I'm sorry." He said apologizing for what was to come.

It was time to throw down. With his eyes trained right at the whiphid the force swelled from within him and from that internal power it exploded outwards in a master level repulse that shook the very trees themselves. With the grip broken on his throat he sprung into action and reached towards his shorts. Clipped to his right side he drew his single blade blue saber and activated its sapphire glow with a snap hiss.

The second thing he reached for was little less elegant. The pistol in his shorts. No not that one you weirdos. The Tenloss ambassador revolver that was snugly placed away in the back of his shorts. That was quickly produced and aimed at the younger female sith. Two plasma encased slugs fired off at the Sith's legs before he quickly shifted over to the Liono Leader of the Thunder Cats and fired off another slug directed at his knee cap.

Rex didn't want to kill anyone after all. He just wasn't gonna go out from a bunch of internal monologuing edge lords.

[member="Mala Arar"] I [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] | [member="Darth Krieg"] I [member="Velok the Younger"] I [member="Shmi Labooda"] I [member="Vitor Avendahl"]

 

[Tarrlok]

She moved with the others down a narrow corridor, "Whatever defenses the temple had must be halting their movement...for the moment. Picked up anything yet?"

"There has been some some sort of message coming in but there seems to be a lot of interference with the signal."

They all stopped and focused in on his comlink. There was static and then silence...a look of ponder came over her face. Then had the message come through, albeit barely. There was no one else here...from the looks of it, hell she was surprised there was someone even warning them. Who was it?

"He's out there right now by himself? Just what does he think he'll accomplish."

She grabbed his wrist and held it near her mouth "Hello? This is Shmi Labooda. Can you hear me? There's no one else inside." At least they hadn't run into anyone else yet. "Get somewhere safe, we're trying to get a transport to get us out of here."

She took a deep breath and released before looking to the others and continuing down their own path, however she felt a more neutral space amidst all the other energy that grew around her. Perhaps there was another near by but she couldn't pinpoint where just yet.

[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] | [member="Rexus Drath"] | [member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Alexandra Feanor"]

 

[Darth Imperia]

"I'm sorry."

That was when the Acolyte bolted. Jedi tended to apologize before doing certain things. Certain very painful, very unpleasant things.

With the same Force-Augmented Speed she displayed before, Vitium's Apprentice dashed back to the treeline. And it was a good thing she did, considering what came next. Two shots - Slugthrower, by the sound of them. One slug hit the dirt by her right leg. The other, ah...

A scream of pain mixed with pure, unrefined rage that stripped the Apprentice's throat raw. The wound she took was, technically, a grazing hit, but a grazing hit from a .50 caliber slug was still pretty karking bad. With a chunk of flesh ripped from her calf, the Acolyte took cover behind a tree, her breathing heavy and ragged - using Force Speed twice in such quick succession was bad enough on its own, but combined with the rather grievous wound she'd taken, the recent events had left the Acolyte in a pretty poor state. She'd survive - probably, but only if she stayed out of a fight with the farmer. Another tap on her wrist, and she was back on the line with her minion.

"I recommend approaching with caution, Mjolnir. There's a Jedi here, armed and extremely dangerous."

---

[member="Rexus Drath"]
[member="Velok the Younger"]
[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]
[member="Vitor Avendahl"]
[member="Sam Rodarch"]

 

[TB-705]

The moment the Jedi felt an invisible grip constricting his windpipe, Thengil saw his opportunity and took it swiftly and in silence. He held up his right hand and squeezed the trigger on the contraption attached to his forearm. Three flat, metal, razor-edged discs flew out of the lanvarok and hissed through the air straight for the Jedi's unprotected back.

The Cathar did not stay put to watch the results.

The air crackled with energy. Every second the knife edge between life and death.

A pistol barked twice, answered by a scream.

He pounced forward with preternatural speed and ferocity just as the human leveled the pistol in his direction. The muzzle flashed. An oversized round tore through biofibers and servos encasing the knee joint, missing actual flesh and bone by a hair's breadth.

Then Thengil was on him, one paw sweeping toward the pistol to bat it away while the other aimed to wrap fully around the smaller human and bear him to the ground.

[member="Rexus Drath"] | [member="Mala Arar"] | [member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Shmi Labooda"] | [member="Vitor Avendahl"]

 

[Priscilla Utorna]

As the ever-looming threat of invasion drew closer, along with a surprising amount of militia men being drafted from the temple (around 100), a siren started to play around the temple as the various drafted guardsmen started to arm the now decaying defenses of the Old Republic. In the planning room, the blast doors had been sealed along with the entire facility on full lockdown. She turned to the Protocol droid and said;

"Any word on my father's relief transports? They should be approaching any second now."

It would pause for a second before speaking.

"Yes Ma'am, they are approaching and are yet to technically enter the system, but the Sith ships are still sending out warnings to civilian vessels. I would recommend we keep them on standby and out of the conflict for now.""

She would sigh as this message came through. The unnecessary suffering these people were about to endure was something she did not want to imagine, nor is it something she wanted to see. She then turned to the Leader as she spoke.

"Do you not have any evacuation transports on the ground?" The protocol droid would then translate this. The leader put his hand on his looking around the dusty and desolate council room, which had been turned into a makeshift war room. He could feel a tear about to come down his face, but reconciled himself and spoke something in his native tongue.

"He said; no, unfortunately not. What will we do about the children? We cannot allow these Padawans to die; I've started a distress message in the area. Hopefully, somebody will come to assist us or I fear that we are doomed."

She would place her hands on the black, dusty chair looking towards Alfred with a concerned face, not knowing what to do next. She then began to speak. "Alfred have you and the other guardsmen gather the children and those unable to fight, bring them to the Meditation room. Inform me of any attacks that come, we'll need to evacuate the leader when we leave."

Alfred would salute before taking 3 of the 7 remaining guardsmen to make a careful search for the children and other people who are unable to fight, bringing them to the Meditation chamber.

While this was happening, two frieghter class ships entered the system along with an escort of 8 starfighters around them in a box like formation. They stayed on the far fringes of the system, along with powering their engine systems down in a hope to avoid detection.

[member="Shmi Labooda"] [member="Rexus Drath"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"] @Vitor Avendahl [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] [member="Mala Arar"] [member="Velok the Younger"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Darth Lykos"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

Omerta

Yutan

Amidst the conflict between the early arrivals and the Jedi, a single interceptor touched down in a small clearing within the trees near the Jedi Temple of Yutan. Inside of the craft there was no honor guard, no physically daunting soldier in armor of any kind, nor some kind of assassin. The rear of the craft opened, a small exit ramp sliding down to meet with the grass below, and from within stepped out a Sith lord garbed in black robes with a lightsaber in either hand. The Sith's eyes closed, momentarily, as she paused upon stepping from the exit ramp, and she reached out with the force to see as she had when she was blind - sight fed to her by the force, blind to the distractions of physical sight. Her apprentice, wounded, was not too far from her, nor were the other Sith who bled a killing intent as they circled another that she couldn't place to memory. But she wasn't here to save her apprentice - if she wanted to throw her life away to fight a pointless battle, that would be her mistake to make. Her head tilted, turning towards the direction of the actual temple.

It was the center of her focus, and it was where she would be headed. Two eyes slowly opened, amber eyes glaring at a parting in the tree, as two former Republic Knights approached her with trained silence. She had not expected to arrive without a proper greeting, but she had not given the Jedi - or their Republic predecessors - enough confidence to anticipate such a strong presence on the world. Without regard to the two that approached her with sabers in hand, the Sith promptly returned to her casual pace in the direction of the temple - which was incidentally in the direction of the two Jedi that seemed so intent on taking her on. Perhaps two steps, maybe three steps, toward the temple was as far as she made it before the two Jedi Knights moved in synchronicity with each other to cut her down. Like the jaws of an antlion, the two Jedi sprinted towards her from left and right of her with the clear intention of flanking her with greater numbers - presumably hoping to make up for what was likely a lack in skill and discipline.

But the Sith lord simply stopped walking as they broke into their run, pulled air into her lungs through her nostrils as they closed in on her, and sighed as two brilliant green lightsabers ignited a meter away from her on either side. The confidence, the pride, that the Jedi felt - arrogance in the fact that they had outmaneuvered the Sith - rolled off of their bodies like a rather distinct, glaringly obvious, odor. Two blades swung at an inverse arc from each other, both aiming to rip the woman apart at the shoulder, and were met with a flash of red as the Sith's own lightsabers ignited. 'She hopes to act now? Ludicrous.' Though the Sith was not eavesdropping on the Jedi's thoughts, it was obvious by the further swell in confidence that they thought her insane for believing she could act within such a small length of time. But it didn't matter what they thought, what they believed, because the moment the two lightsabers were within arm's reach of her she pushed into action.

A slight bend at the Sith's right knee offset her balance, the foot beneath it sliding forwards abruptly while she twisted in the opposite direction at the hip. Just as the two thought that their attack was certain to land, the Sith moved with much greater agility and speed than they'd anticipated. Her right foot pushed her forwards, her body contorting to spin to the left and use that momentum to drag two lightsabers up in an arc that knocked the Jedi that approached from the right's saber up and away from her while it came down a moment later against the Knight's on her left, striking it down towards the dirt as her fit kicked up and propelled her up and over his head, two sabers still trailing as she spun in mid-air. A well-placed strike separated the Jedi's head from his shoulders before she landed back on her left foot and right knee atop the grass several feet from his falling corpse.

Horror crept up into the surviving Jedi's eyes as he realized that he was outmatched, but his anger rooted his feet to the ground and refused to grant him the sanity to flee from a greater foe. Even as she rose, as graceful as a killer could, he rushed at her again, perhaps to bring about justice for his colleague's death, only to meet his end just as quickly. An attempt at a vertical sai tok by the Jedi was met with a parry by her left saber, which ran along the edge of his blade and caught him by the wrists - effectively disarming him - before she pushed herself off of the ground with a force-fueled jump and plunged both lightsabers through his chest. No words left her lips as she rose again, standing atop another corpse, before returning on her merry way towards the Jedi Temple, the blades of her lightsabers extinguishing with the knowledge that her two initial adversaries were dead.

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