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

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Lightside Tree
Allies: [member="Shmi Labooda"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Abyss"] (Tag me if you arrive in the area)

Music:

Spoiler

https://youtu.be/XvxZs9V_2DQ

Alexandra just laughed as the Jedi began to strike out and attack the Sith which was standing before Shmi. Alexandra did not know the extent of this woman's power, but it was not a concern of hers as she continued to draw out the light side from the tree with ever more concentration than before. There were still others that she could sense getting closer and the Jedi was a fool if she thought that she could get out of this without some help or solid plan of escape. Granted, Alexandra did not know this temple as well as Shmi likely did, but that didn't matter at this moment.

Her hand weaved out strands of light from the tree, having torn the light from her trees before, she knew how it was done, and she knew how to use that energy in ways that would help create new ones or be aimed like a weapon against those that would disrupt the peace of her gardens. Yavin had been the first one she had been forced to destroy, and she used the power to create the new tree on Crystalsong, this time she was not interested in creating a new tree as she kept her free hand close and focused on that palm still.

Drawing power from the tree would be inefficient, though, and art that would be without emotion or purpose. She had learned that the light side could be altered with emotion just as one might change the use of the dark side, but unlike the dark side it was not hateful and vain feelings one used. She would need to draw from kinder and softer emotions, something that did pain her to do but the pain was minuscule to the reward the force gave her. Her smile became a bit sadder in that moment of thought, though, knowing that the memories she would be digging up were in the past and something that was never to pass again. She remembered laying on the tops of trees with someone, sitting beside the crib of two children, hugging her brothers and sister.

She started to cry as she thought of these memories, keeping a careful eye on the man that was her enemy and the Jedi who was fighting that man. A careful eye on how they moved and how close they would get to Alexandra, as well as on the pillars and ceilings around them that might harm her or the tree which stood beside her. All these were different dangers she would need to take care off, unsure which would become a problem first.

 

[Kira Vaal]

The Force screamed in pain.
Of course it did and naturally of course it had to be today of all days. Kira grimaced as she felt it at the back of her mind pulling her south, telling her that something was wrong. Releasing a deep breath she fingers into her hips and ignored it.
“How much longer?” A human stopped nearby, his face rough and unshaven yet it was still clear to make out the sweat that was thick across his brow.
“I dunno? An hour maybe, there is still the lower barracks we haven’t checked.” He answered as he stretched his back pausing to watch the others as they continued to bring in crates, armfuls of weapons and other supplies from around the abandoned base. “I can try and get it moving faster?”
“I don’t think we have enough time.” Kira glanced around the base, it was the first of many that were abandoned by the crumbling Republic and had become a prime target for the resource-needing Rebellion. “Somethings happening, I have a bad feeling about—“
“If you have a bad feeling that is all I need to know.” He gave a gruff grunt and turned back to his work as they loaded up all they could find onto the small shuttles scattered around the base. “We’ll be off planet in thirty minutes.”

Kira had moved herself towards one of the small buildings that made up the complex of the Republics command efforts on Yutan. It was a boring building built of prefabricated stone followed by some thin armour system to ward off attack, clearly it was an attack they had never expected to happen as the actual defences in the station had been remarkably weak.
The Rebellion had managed to acquire some items of use, several land turrets and a few anti-vehicle systems. A few crates of blasters here and there that had been abandoned in the evacuation and just as many explosives. Then there was the protons. They had been hinted too by a Republic arms master turned Rebel near Corellia, apparently at the time of Yutan’s full evacuation there had been a small cache of Proton torpedoes waiting to be delivered onwards to the front against the One Sith. Apparently they had never thought to take them when they left and now the Rebellion happily accepted their mistake.

Within the centre of the command centre was an old holo-table, similar to the ones used by the Galactic Alliance. While showing the signs of dust and abandonment it had clearly never once been used. The buttons were still easy to press and if the site was still connected to generators it would be amazing how much information she could gain from the databanks within.
“Ma’am…” Kira jumped, her hand moving to her chest as the officer spoke. “We’re ready to move out.”
“Good.” Kira muttered. “Charges have been planted?”
“At all the key points.”

The shuttles were primed and ready to go, engines heated as the rebellion troops loaded themselves into their designated craft. They would take a low escape vector around the planet and then shoot up into the less watched area of space where they could jump un-contended.
“Your in shuttle three Vaal.” The Officer said as he pulled himself up onto one of the closer shuttles.
“Shuttle three…” She looked back towards the distant lights of the temple. The planet gave another scream for help and the desperation in this one was far more then the last. “I…”
“What are you doing?”
“I need to…Get outta here, get back to the cache co-ordinates.” Kira checked her blaster, her pack and her…yep it was there. “I’ll meet you at the rendezvous point.” She turned and began to walk away.
“Yes Ma’am.”

 

[Darth Atrox]

The warrior met no resistance on his journey into the heart of the Temple. It was clearly a path seldom chosen, as cobwebs were the only decoration and his crimson blade the only light. Dust had settled on every surface, Jedi artefacts which held no interest for the Sith. They could not help him and his Order unlock more power, and continue in their quest for domination. A mental map had been laid out in the man's mind, as he was deadly conscious of the barrages on the surface. He had also established what exactly was down here, judging from the completely Dark aura radiating to his left.

After pressing his hands softly upon a single slab on the wall, it sprung backward with a hiss, as if some sort of pressure had been released. Fires and torches sprung into life as the Knight pushed through the wall, which happened to double up as a door, into the Shrine. At once, the power of the Dark seemed to seep out of the Chamber and infuse into the Temple. A broad grin spread across his face, and he simply laughed for a few moments.

The room was full of ancient and more modern Sith Artefacts, seemingly hidden by the Jedi to prevent the Dark-siders from become even more powerful. Holocrons, ancient scrolls, lightsabers, texts.

Without hesitation, he punched in first Lord who must have a knowledge of what was down her on Yutan. "[member="Darth Carnifex"], I have discovered some sort of Sith Vault beneath the Temple. I need assistance!"

 

[Darth Abyss]

"The jedi will die, maybe today or maybe tomorrow. Sooner or later death or darkness will be the only options left to most of your kind. Then the cycle continues."

It was more a grow than words spoken by a human being, followed by a cold, cruel laugh. Maybe he would bring his blade into her heart today, maybe not. He personally cared little for the jedi, but now that the sith were so openly returning to the galaxy, many jedi had to die. The force fought for his own balance again, and the conflict it created would be as violent as it had always been, and as it would always be the fate of jedi and sith, to two purest servants of light or dark.

When the first strike came Abyss was ready. Using his own weapon to deflect the incoming strike in addition to taking a quick step back, evading the falling lightsaber, while his left reached on his back. She was fast he had to give her that, but luckily he had more weapons than just a saber. The follow up was quick, and with a rather inelegant motion he pulled his body back a step, as his left pushed forward, the small cortosis knife tightly in his grip, aiming to use it to catch her income blade. If she would be unaware of what he had in his hand, or were to slow to react, the cortosis would short out her saber temporarily, giving him a clear advantage in this fight.

While his left was dedicated to defending him from the saber, the crimson blade in his right lunged forward, stabbing for her knees. Both these maneuvers would be considered dishonorable by most warriors, but other than them Abyss would use any dirty trick he could think of to win. Victory was an important part of the sith philosophy after all, and it mattered little how it was achieved.

[member="Shmi Labooda"] [member="Darth Lykos"] [member="Darth Ferox"] [member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

"I do not think I have to. I have scouts incoming."

It appeared she had not been noticed, but she knew it was only a matter of time before they found her speeder. If she let that happen, they could trace it to her ship. That was not something she was about to let happen. She whipped the rifle around while adjusting the scope to a closer range. She knew the Force still felt her lethal intent and pent up frustration with not being able to tag her last mark. With a quick squeeze of the trigger, the first bolt of plasma was away. It caught her mark between the shoulders.

"Up there!"

She shifted right and stood up further out on the branch. Once more, she aligned the rifle and squeezed the trigger. The red bolt struck the lower right side of the chest as he was raising his weapon. Searing through his flesh, the Pantoran's lung burned up inside him. The third now had his weapon raised and fired two bolts. However, his mark had vanished. Sensing his intent, she leaned back and intentionally fell off the branch. The bolts swished past her, and the safety line became suddenly taut. Upside down, her weapon aligned once more. Squeeze - fire. The third Pantoran's eye expanded before quickly incinerating as the plasma burst through his head.

"Position compromised. I will attend the festivities."

She swayed, making herself swing back and forth before un-clipping the safety line and falling. Her body shifted in the air and touched down next to her hidden speederbike. Wasting no time, she clipped her blaster to the speeder's side and straddled it. The flicking of switches went fast, engine whirred to life. The rumble of the vehicle always brought a certain sense of goosebumps to her ashen skin. Then, the bike shot off. She had to cling on to it, not to be thrown off as it whirled to the side and darted through the jungle.

Vegetation whipped the outside of her robes, but she did not care. Her lightsabres quivered at her sides, eager to be used. She knew the trail Lykos had left through the defences and now intended to utilise it fully. Ploughing through, darting in-between and occasionally jumping over the obstacles in her past, Darth Ophidia reached into the side-saddle and pulled out a thermal charge rigged to a remote detonator. As the bike descended from a jump, she stuck the charge into a crevice under the seat and prepped it to blow should she use the detonator.

"ETA in three." -Two

The jungle cleared as the temple reached high into the darkening sky. Veering her speederbike to the right, the Rattataki Sith launched herself off in a corckscrewed flip. With her left hand, she unclipped a thermal grenade; with her right, she took one of the two curved hilts from her hip. The bloodshine blade erupted from its elegant hilt with a furious snap-hiss. The speeder ground into a halt and remained idle, awaiting use.

"One"

Black cloak whipping in the wind, she landed on her feet. A wicked smile spread over her pale lips as her ember-like eyes peered out from under the hem of her dark hood. Darth Ophidia had arrived.

Spoiler

I'm trying to catch up on a few posts here and finally get to the battlefield. Sorry.

[member="Shmi Labooda"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Darth Lykos"] [member="Darth Ferox"] [member="Darth Carnifex"]

 

[Darth Imperia]

"I'll be fine. You needn't worry too much. Besides," The Apprentice paused, shooting a glance at Velok. "I think my friends have the poor bastard who shot me covered." Her grin was wicked, her tone rather cheery - at least, as cheery as a tone could get when it was hissed through grit teeth. "Carnifex has opened up the temple - and I'll be damned if I'm going to let him have all the fun. Come, Mjolnir." The grey skinned woman gestured with her left arm - the organic one - for her cybernetic slave to follow after her. "We have Jedi to kill." She twirled her lightsaber, and crimson lightning danced along the fingertips of her left hand.

Limping as she was, the party was already well underway by the time the Apprentice made her way to the temple, leaving her to deal with the scraps left behind by Carnifex and his guardsmen.

Exhibit A: A wounded Knight stood before the ripped-open blast doors of the temple, his lightsaber sparking to life as the Acolyte approached. It was, the Acolyte supposed, a noble display. Unfortunately for the Knight, such nobility was nowhere near enough to save his life. Lightning leapt from the Apprentice's hand, finding its target in the already abused body of the soon-to-be-martyred Duros knight. There was no clever banter, no mocking monologue to accompany this man's death. The grey-skinned young woman was in pain, and such an easy victory wasn't worth the effort. He fell to the ground as she drew near. She ended his life with a flick of her blade. No fuss, no muss.

With a final scoff, aimed towards the still-warm corpse at her feet, the Apprentice entered the temple.

This was going to be fun.

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[member="Darth Ophidia"]
[member="Darth Carnifex"]
[member="Alexandra Feanor"]
[member="Shmi Labooda"]
[member="Sam Rodarch"]
@Whoever I missed

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Seems there really is a party, huh?"

There was a distinct lack of turret fire as he continued his run, quickly showing him that [member="Darth Lykos"] had finished his own mission. Good. And now both he and [member="Darth Ophidia"] began the true objective. Kill what Jedi remained. All of them. A twitch of a smile formed on his lips as he continued to run for the nearby gate. The new generation, so ahead of the last. They would certainly carry on the Sith name long after the old generation finally faded.

Just before he reached the gate the Sith Lord slowed to a walk. Up ahead was a group of six or so militia members, all stationed to guard this undisturbed side of the temple. A way out for those still within it seemed. How unfortunate. As Ferox stepped over to the group he lifted up the fake gun, snapping the brittle plastic into pieces with a clench of his metallic hand. Black shards fell to the ground, silently bouncing across the dirt. As he continued his advance the ground began to crunch underfoot as these shards were stepped on, filling the otherwise silent walk with their chorus.

Reaching out through the Force the Zabrak did a simple thing. He turned off the lights. There was surprised chatter from those within, yet they all fell silent.

It wasn't the crunch of plastic that alerted the Militia to his presence. Each set of eyes filled with fear as they looked over to the doorway Ferox stepped into, and panicked voices shouted all together, blurring words into nothing but a fearful scream. A streak of red lit up the darker hallway this group had taken refuge in from the beating sky, the cause of the panic. Each lifted their gun, taking aim at the red figure that had appeared before them, and blaster fire rang out.

Again and again they pulled their triggers, not so much aiming as hoping their combined firepower would take down this Sith. They hadn't expected to cross any Force User this day, and they were not prepared. Still the panicked yelling sounded off, echoing into the darkness that laid beyond them. Yet as they screamed, yelled, and tried to co-ordinate, one by one their voices began to fade. And as they did, the Sith kept stepping forward.

The Force spoke to the Zabrak, alerting him to each and every shot coming from the terrified soldiers. As he walked, his form shifted and turned faster than their eyes could make out in the darkness. Red eyes glared down each of them, and it was with precise placements of his blade that he knocked back several of the shots into their senders. Two fell, their chests smoldering.

Ferox was upon the group by the time they realized how outmatched they were. Plasma sang through the air as the closest was cleaved in two, his body crumpling to the floor. The three left continued to fire, screaming now just out of pure fear. No longer did their voices try to talk to one another. No, their screams were pleas. Not to the Sith that had descended upon them, but to anything above that would listen. One of these screams was once again silenced, though this time as an invisible force clamped down around his throat.

His neck was crushed, leaving his tear stained skin turning red, to blue, to purple. Green eyes stared above as his hands tore desperately at what was crushing his airways, to no avail. And still the Sith walked on. The final two could only look at each other, their eyes filled with a reluctant acceptance to what was going to happen. Yet one nodded to the other and hefted his gun, turning his eyes to face death once more. He screamed, not of fear, but of anger, letting loose what was left in the clip he had. As he did so, the other turned and ran, running down the hall to the doorway to the courtyard. To where the Jedi were. They had to know another Sith was coming.

As she ran the sound of gunfire was silenced. Almost to the door she couldn't help but turn around and look to see where the red man was. All that met her eyes was the ever prevalent darkness. There was no red light of a saber. No hint that her men had been slaughtered. Hastily she reached backwards to the door, grasping the nob and twisting. It was as the door opened the snap hiss filled her ears.

And pain filled her chest.

Her hazel eyes stared down to where her heart would have been, wide with pain. The red beam that had ended so many of her comrades lives protruded forth, burning not just through her, but the door ahead. She could only cough as her life faded, but not before she felt the red mans hand grasp the top of her head. The light left her eyes before she could learn what was next.


To the left of [member="Alexandra Feanor"] she would be able to see the red blade piercing the door. She would also be able to see the body of a dead militia thrown through, her body hitting the ground with a dull thud and sliding right for her feet. From the doorway stepped the man she once knew as Krest, his eyes burning red as a controlled hate ebbed through his own form.

"Hello, Alex."

[member="Shmi Labooda"] [member="Sam Rodarch"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Mala Arar"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Lightside Tree
Allies: [member="Shmi Labooda"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Darth Ferox"] (Tag me if you arrive in the area)

Music:

Spoiler

https://youtu.be/XvxZs9V_2DQ

So say that Alexandra was looking at a rather old face, one who she would have rather not seen again would be an understatement.

"Hello back Krest, I do hope you are not here to see me." She said, eyes turning on the old friend of hers. "If you are looking to return to the Order, a bit late for that. Been disbanded for years."

She smiled at him and let her hand inch a bit off the tree, the strands of light still being drawn from it but appeared to be a bit more rushed in their course now, but also far easier to see. They worked over her hand like vines, binding her in place so to speak even if she could break the connection without any hesitation or being held in place by the energy. She would prefer not to sever the connection and waste the energy that would be left without somewhere to go, but if need be, it was better than losing an arm or her head.

"Krest, as much as I love seeing you again, and trust me I do, there are more important things for you to go find. I believe your allies can deal with me, after all, what danger do I pose as this weakened being in the body of a young woman?"

She had a feeling Krest still knew of her abilities, how strong they were was of the question, though. He had last seen her in the recent times after her change of body, a time when she had to get used to her new place in the force and to resituate herself in it. She was never a grand duelist or true sage of the force, but as far as she knew, Krest still knew her as a toy not worth his time. She could fight him, maybe hold him back but she had a better chance against others who did not know how she fought or the extent of her abilities. She hadn't even planned to become directly involved, having kept away from [member="Darth Abyss"] and [member="Shmi Labooda"] on purpose so that she could destroy the tree's connection to the force, well its relationship to the extent of creating the light side aura it did.

Krest was hard to predict, as usual. She couldn't tell if he was trying to cause a bit of fear in her, if he was here to kill her, or if there was something he needed of her. The thought continued to worry Alexandra who closed her free hand tight, a bit of light filtering out of the cracks and being prepared incase Krest moved on her. Her sabers were within reach, and she still had a means of escape should she need to run, but the problem would soon become how to get the Jedi out of here too. The minutes gave way to more and more dark beings closing in, so many that it was becoming hard to tell each apart from the other.

"Well, what is it Krest?"

 

[Klesta]

"We're out of ammunition, general" an AT-AA gunner reported to Yula.

"What do you mean, we're out of ammo? Did Darth Maladon not realize that 36 missiles don't last very long on a walker if we have five tubes to fire them from?"

"Look at the bright side, we allowed [member="Darth Carnifex"] to land pretty much unopposed, which allowed us to take minimal casualties. We had to hold off the enemy army until Carnifex did his junction with us"

By now the anti-aircraft allowed Yula to dispose of the two squadrons of enemy attack craft normally composing the Temple's aerial garrison plus a few extra brought upon by the Pantoran princess to escort the escape of any evacuees, of which she killed at least two at the onset of the engagement. With 144 missiles across her four AT-AAs, none of which were hit by enemy attack craft, scoring 26-30 kills was still a ratio well within reason in the context of short-range anti-aircraft warfare, maybe a little high even. Meanwhile, the first two infantry companies return, laden with books, data discs, and other Jedi equipment stolen from the basements of the Jedi Temple before they could even make their junction with [member="Darth Krieg"]. Now that was something that could satisfy her from this raid: Jedi knowledge. But this raid was, for her, about looting from the Jedi, in true Sith fashion, so that she could actually use the knowledge thus safeguarded. Of course, the carnage of Jedi was a little over-the-top but the Sith launched a full-scale assault on the temple and don't intend to hold back.

[member="Mala Arar"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Darth Ferox"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Darth Lykos"] [member="Priscilla Genesis"] [member="Shmi Labooda"] [member="Sam Rodarch"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Dead City Radio and the New Gods of Supertown

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// Expansion Region \\​

Ombakond Sector, Yutan System, Yutan​

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A squad of Republic soldiers hastily rounded a corner somewhere within the temple's walls, fear clearly etched on their grime and blood matted faces as they practically stumbled over themselves in their effort to escape from whatever was pursuing them. Another one of their comrades soared out from the hall they had just left, his body slamming against the far wall with so much force that the metal gave way in the impact before his mangled corpse tumbled wetly to the ground. One of the soldiers near the rear of the pack hazarded a glance back in the direction they had come from, and suffered for his curiosity as a whirling meter-long beam of sunfire soared through the air to cleave him in two as he ran, both halves of his eviscerated body tumbling in different directions as the momentum that carried him suddenly gave way. The others didn't both to look back, their comrade's death only encouraged them to run faster than they had in their entire lives up to this point.

Up ahead was one of the many checkpoints that had been strategically built into the temple, and beyond it a set of controls that could activate the blast doors and seal the hallway. That was their salvation, their glimmer of hope to escape from the wanton death and destruction that was now surging forth behind them at breakneck speed to swallow them up. Yet as they neared the doors began to close all on their own despite the fact that no operator was currently using the control panel at the center of the chamber beyond. Despite their best efforts to reach the rapidly closing door in time, it was ultimately a fruitless effort. The only individual who actually got close enough to attempt to make an escape through the gap underestimated the speed at which the two halves of the door were meeting each other, and was caught in between them when they finally did meet.

His corpse had now jammed the door to the point that only a sliver of the nearby room could be seen by those who had been too slow. But now they were trapped with that beast who had torn through them like wet paper, that horned demon that now stalked towards them with lightsaber held lazily at his side. They were backed up against the wall, and they were bereft of any feasible escape except through back the way they had come.

And he was barring their path.

With nothing to lose they all wheeled back on their aggressor and opened fire haphazardly down the hall, only to have their every shot either dodged or deflected back at them or the surrounding environment by the weapon the Sith Lord held. Three of the soldiers were shot dead by their own fire, but they were the ones who suffered a quick death. The rest of the soldiers were torn limb from limb by the Force or by the edge of the Sith's blade. The monster seemed to take great delight in prolonging each of their deaths, drawing out their suffering by purposefully maiming them to the point that they could no longer wield their own weapons, and then extracting their vitality through some dark perverse magic. By the end of it all the ground was slick with blood and littered with hewn limbs, emancipated torsos and broken armor.

The door opened, allowing the corpse of the soldier who had attempt to breach the gap to fall to the floor in a crushed heap. Carnifex strode through the threshold with hungering purpose, his mind only semi-acknowledging the hail he was receiving from [member="Darth Krieg"]. He tapped the controls on his wrist communicator to open a direct channel with the other Sith, "Secure the vault, I'll send a squad to reinforce your position. So long as a single Jedi breaths in this temple I will not rest, so ensure that none of what you find falls into the wrong hands." A ripple in the Force pulled the Dark Lord down a hallway that seemed to head further away from the center of the ziggurat, a ripple that mingled with the essences of several powerful Sith Lords and a Jedi Master or two.

He would hone in on his prey like a rapid Karkarodon that has caught the scent of blood in the water.

[member="Shmi Labooda"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Darth Ferox"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Alexandra Feanor"] | [member="Mala Arar"]​

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

A smirk would pull at scarred lips as the data spike did its job and dropped the firewalls, allowing Xavka to focus on slicing into the information concealed and hidden away from the common Jedi. While the Iridonian did not have any knowledge about the security that the Jedi may have placed on their systems, that did not mean that he was not wary of how long recovering the information may take him, after all, he always preferred to er on the side of caution then to sink into confident arrogance and be proven wrong and left with nothing to show for efforts. As such, as soon as the cyber defenses dropped, claw tipped fingers were tapping away with speed as Xavka pulled program after program from the data spike and set them to work copying and storing any and all information. He, Ophidia and Ferox had not come to the Temple with specific information set in their minds as their ultimate goal, instead, the three of them had focused on retrieving whatever information they could, for the sake of saving time trawling for specific things than anything else.

As he was doing this though, he was listening in on the comms linking him with his fellow Assassins and while nothing coming through on Ophidia end was causing him any grief, what he was hearing on Ferox's was. Activating the channel that connected him with Ferox only instead of the two of them, he would growl out his words between clenched teeth as he continued to tap away at the console, orange eye sharpened into a glare. "I swear to Amina herself, 'Krest'." The name may as well have been sneered about as his voice adopted a hitch that pulled just short of that level of intensity. "If you do not deal with any threat before you with full focus, I will not just endeavor to call upon Vysh to deliver your souls to Nath's embrace, but to draw it out long enough that you would be begging for Slayemith's grace."

If anyone other than his fellow Zabrak heard his words, then Xavka was sure that they would not understand the meaning behind the names he used. Amina, the Creator, the All Mother and Great Matriarch; she who birthed the Zabrak and headed the Pantheon. Vysh, He Born In Blood, The Feral Warrior; he who guided the hand of every Zabrak that wielded a weapon and gave the knowledge of smithing and fighting to the Zabraks. Nath, the Great Shadow, Master of All Undone, Lord of Death and the Death; guard of his mother Amina and he who brought much needed destruction while guarding and overseeing all manners of death. Salyemith, She Who Protects, Creator of the Night Sky and Care Giver To All; she who loved and cared for any Zabrak that may fall under who gaze, no matter how minor their wounds and who also gifted the Ancestors knowledge on how to survive the harsh lands of Iridonia. Of course, only Ferox would understand what Xavka's meaning was in calling upon their names, them both having been raised with the same Pantheon.

Turning his attention away from his fellow Zabrak and to his work instead, a smile of satisfaction would twist at his scarred features as Xavka removed the data spike from the console, his work done as large chunks of information had been liberated into his possession and a number of files on random subjects and the Sith Assassins had been corrupted beyond measure, or simply edited to show misinformation. Grunting softly, the unseeable Zabrak would turn to leave but stop after only a few short steps. After all, even if the Temple was threatening to come down upon his head, he was within the Temple's Archives, where knowledge was to be had.

Pausing for a moment, Xavka soon turned around to stroll deeper into the Archive, for, after all, information and knowledge would create the paths to power and there was much knowledge to find in the room he currently stood within, even if some knowledge would praise the sickening and stagnant Light. But, then, wouldn't it serve him well to know what potential foes would.

With almost an afterthought, his comms would buzz to life, this time connecting to both fellow Assassins and only two words would be transmitted before silence from the Iridonian would reassert itself. "Data retrieved."


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

 

[Pinda Solthar]

The male companion nodded, he quickly turned towards the woman who had also accompanied them "I finally got the signal out. They received our broadcast, I don't know how long it'll take. I'd suspect about an hour and a half!"

Though of course it was her choice, but they wouldn't stay. It had been months since they'd been back and they weren't prepared for an assault of this magnitude. They realized that and figured they could live to fight another day, if they survived.

Shmi's lightsaber clashed with an object her opponent removed from his arsenal at the last minute. It wasn't until flash from the sparks subsided that she was fully able to make it out for what it was. Her weapon shorted out. She could guess which material it was... Her eyes came to a squint as her finger flicked at the activation button.

She thought to herself, "Hmph...must be cortosis" Seeing the red glare of his blade pushed her to act. Quickly, she leaned forward on her heels and jumped backwards moving her legs further from the blade. Now unbalanced, she augmented herself with the aid of the Force, launching herself into the air performing a corkscrew flip up and over him. She landed in a kneeled position just as the building began to quake again. Above her a large stone that had previously been apart of the ceiling broke in two and she raised her hands to telekinetically stop them from falling on her, though that become her apart of her next attack as she was still competent with using the Force. She quickly launched those pieces of stone at [member="Darth Abyss"] sparing herself a couple of minutes.

In that moment she felt the void that surrounded them grow stronger. Foes shrouded in the dark were coming directly for them ([member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] ) and she knew just how threatening they were.

"General!" Her female companion shouted, when she turned to look she saw one of the woman's hilts being thrown towards her. Shmi opened her stride and within a couple of steps the woman's weapon shot towards her like a bullet. Her empty hand caught it in mid-air and the blue blade sprouted to life. That left the woman companion she was with slightly disadvantaged as she was more of a duel-wielder who lacked training similar to majority of the others within the room.

While this was not where she envisioned where they would make their final stand, she figured that much. So she mentally prepared herself as more and more Sith began to appear. Adversity was a constant in war, so adaptation was a must. She was determined to make it...despite how tired she was. She would fight through this, however long it took for that shuttle to get here.

The Master tightened her grip around the hilt and she slowly began a jog that transitioned into a light sprint with her stride opening itself up. She had relaxed her body since her goals had changed, she settled more into the fight. She closed the gap between herself and [member="Darth Abyss"] and their world lit up with blue fire as she began an erratic sequence of rapid strikes that flowed from one right into the other. Her first attack came from above again, this time following through with a vertical two-handed slash that was ferocious just as much as it was explosive. Swiftly following that through, she switched to a one handed grip and twisted her wrist so that she could easily bring the blade upward in another rapid strike. Immediately following that she twisted her body and swung her blade around with her to bring it across in a blurred horizontal sweep seemingly aimed for his midsection.

[member="Alexandra Feanor"] | [member="Darth Ferox"] | [member="Mala Arar"] | [member="Darth Krieg"] | [member="Darth Lykos"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ferox did not need [member="Darth Lykos"] 's goading to strike out. [member="Alexandra Feanor"] was as much of a traitor as she was a failure. As the Master of the Grey. As a Sith Lord. She failed all her chosen roles, and had been reduced to this, a gardener. Pity would have been the emotion he felt if he wasn't planning on killing her. As her so casual words spilled forth from her traitorous lips the Sith lunged forward, his red saber burning bright in the courtyard. He would close the distance between them in his quick stride, and as he did so his saber hand would raise, reaching out in the Force to grasp a hold of Alex's leg. A quick tug would be all he could do, meant simply to unbalance her as he would come upon her, his blade slicing down without any mercy.

On this day he would kill this woman, who was once called friend.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Lightside Tree
Allies: [member="Shmi Labooda"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Darth Ferox"] (Tag me if you arrive in the area)

Music:

Spoiler

https://youtu.be/XvxZs9V_2DQ

The moment his muscles twitched was warning enough for her, hand leaving the tree instantly and sliding up from it and past her body. She remembered how fast he was and adjusted her body to be sure she was ready for something twice as fast, not wanting to be caught off guard and her hand that had once been touching the tree now held a saber, its blade starting to leave the casing but she knew she would be just barely reaching the point of it igniting in time. Talking would be a distraction, as would worrying about the Jedi woman or her attendants. The Tree was no longer directly connected, so she would have to draw energy from it from more indirect means, though the amount she had taken was still worth its weight.

She felt the tug and immediately stationed herself rather than be caught off guard like a novice. The only benefit she had was that she knew a good deal about how Krest fought after these numerous meetings, but the problem also came with her seclusion. She had no idea how he had improved himself since the last time so she would need to keep her actions careful and reserved, as well as time the use of her Light at the right time. How well it would work on Krest was also something she was gambling, he was no doubt situated in the dark but if she used it at the wrong time, it might do nothing to the man.

So it would need to wait which meant taking hold of her second saber.

The problem was she had thought of this too late and his saber came down on hers, the two seconds she had had was up now and she was staring into the man's face before putting a portion of that power into keeping her arm from collapsing from his strike. The feeling made her smile and her eyes started to move from his to focus on his arms and stance, a bit of Hel taking over and a small laugh escaping her.

Time for fun Alex, may I?

Her smile grew a bit more and she brought the second saber to her hand, igniting it and aiming for Krest's gut while Hel took command of her body.

 

[Darth Abyss]

It was painfully clear that Abyss had very slime chances of besting her in skill, speed and acrobatics, as he was a slightly above average swordsman, and lacked any noticeable abilities to amplify his body with the force. Normally that wasn't that much of a problem, his superiority came from the strength of his mind, but this woman was surrounded by a shield around her mind that seemed so strong that even the attempt to break her mind appeared foolish to him. Well deception it is then.

When the piece of the temple was send flying towards him, he sensed the incoming strike before he had even turned around to her. In his mind he played through the different options he had to to defend himself. He could use his blade to cut it in half, but he wasn't the most precise with his saber. He could jump over it, somehow, but he lacked the athletics to do so without injuring himself. The force was his best bet, but stopping the stone would take a quite high amount of power and focus, which would cost him afterwards.

Pushing both his hands forward, both his blade and knife still in them he summoned the fire within him, using his passion to draw from the dark side, so he could shape the world simply by his thoughts. Using thise energy, he sended out a telekinetic blast, while taking a step to his right, redirecting the piece of rubble just enough to make it pass by him without touching his skin.

After this problem was solved, the next series of strikes followed without delay, her newly acquired blade falling down on him relentlessly. His left wandered to his back again, placing the small weapon back where it came from, but instead of letting the hand return in a more natural position, he left it at his back, ready to draw another trick as soon as he would need it. He was barley able to keep her pace, but he managed to deflect the first two stirkes, bring his saber between his body and her blade just in time to keep the plasma from burning his flesh. The third, last one came a second to quick for his reflexes. He managed to stumble a small step back, but the blade still left a burning cut on the upper part of stomach, directly above a similar looking scar he had earned in the invasion of coruscant. A normal man would probably try to retreat, but this kind of situation could still work out in his favor. He could take on a lot of pain before it would influence him, and until then it would be only fuel to his strength and resilience.

The good thing about taking a hit was the fact that many enemies believed that they knew his cards, and what he was playing, while he had already killed the house and stole the jackpot. Taking another stumbling step back, his left suddenly pushed forward again, this time a small gun in it. In a sudden burst he released three bullets, actual bullets and not easy to deflect blaserbolts, at her stomach. It was a more or less blind shoot, but due to the close range it wouldn't be that hard to actually hit her, especially for a skilled gunslinger like him.

[member="Darth Ferox"] [member="Shmi Labooda"] [member="Darth Lykos"] [member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Rexus Drath]

Once Rexus was a good distance away from the Sith and in the thick of woods, he started to feel the ethereal grip of the sith around his legs. Could he of broken the Knight's grip with a little focus? Yes. But it seemed like these people needed to work this out, they needed to confront him about why he chose to live his life with love and peace rather than hatred and destruction. So he supposed he'd give them that. He just needed to fix himself up a bit.

With his legs feeling like they were tangled in rope, the Jedi hobbled his way behind a tree and leaned against it with his good shoulder. Taking a few deep breaths, Rexus knew what needed to be done. It was going to be painful, but it was necessary.

"Oh this is gonna suck." Rexus said as his hand lifted up.

With the force extending from his fingertips, the razor bladed disc popped out of his shoulder and fell to the ground. Brutal amounts of pain burst from his shoulder and he of course let out a small tear out of habit. He'd then raise his hand and run it over the wound. A soft green light would emanate from his hand and the painful shoulder wound would heal allowing him to regain full use of his arms. There however was one more wound.

But where his shoulder was some damaged muscle and some pained nerve endings, this was more serious. While it wasn't a life threatening wound, it still hurt like hell, and if it didn't get medical treatment soon it had the capability of upgrading to a full blown life ending wound with further trauma and lack of care. But he'd do his best with the short amount of time he had. Rex quickly ran a hand over his wound and put a temporary patch on the wound to negate the large amount of pain it caused him. He'd still need to focus on it later, but for now it was as they say "good enough"

"Alright. Let's do this." Rexus then let out a sigh and used the force to help him hobble out so that the large cathar of a sith could see him.

He didn't bother to activate his saber, he didn't need it. Rex had been half assing it with the sith beforehand. He didn't want to hurt them, nor was he looking to stop them from destroying a bunch of old bricks. But now, it seemed they had a genuine problem with him. Rexus even had a hard time fathoming that. How a person could hate someone they've never even met. That they couldn't look back into history and see they were following a never ending cycle and doctrine of people who had died thousands of years ago. It was stupid. Even from the Jedi's perspective wanting to destroy the sith, all of it was stupid. But it was the reality they lived in, and all Rex could do was try to change it.

"I don't want to fight you." Rexus said aloud to the Cathar and whatever sith could hear him.

"I don't want to kill someone I've never met, and I don't want to keep this stupid tradition going. I'm eight hundred and fourty years old and eight hundred years ago they were doing the exact same crap. Is this really what you wanted to do with your life?" Rexus said and kept still.

He didn't fight the grip, he didn't want to. He didn't want to keep this stupid trend going, and he certainly still wasn't going to kill anyone. They were still people, and they deserved a trial.

[member="Vitor Avendahl"]
[member="Velok the Younger"]
[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Following her acrobatic landing, the ash-skinned woman carried on in a casual stride, carrying with her part of the previous momentum. The tip of her long, scarlet blade traced the very tip of the grass, leaving a burning trail next to her footprints. The thermal grenade in her left hand beeped in response as she pushed its activation switch and tossed it ahead of entry into the temple itself.

Beep, beep, boom.

It was not optimally placed for dealing damage, but it sure did create a distraction. Her stride quickened, not quite into a jog, but into a hastened, forward-leaning power-walk of someone with a purpose. Smoke and dust whiffed through the air around her as she cut through the passage cleared by her grenade. The blade at her side no longer traced a line, but lingered like a bared fang.

As the Zabraks bantered in her earpiece, Ophidia's eyes darted back and forth, picking up the signs of struggle and moving in concordance with the sounds around her; blasters going off, stone collapsing, shouts of command or contest, and a sense of light and dark clashing. One she knew, [member="Darth Abyss"], whom she had trained. The other, she could not quite place, but it was a skillful being and powerful.

Her stride halted, shifted, and begun once more in the direction of the gardens. Walk, jog, run, then a speed only the Force could grant such a basic biped. Her left hand, now free of its previous weapon, plucked the second curved hilt from her hip, then cradled it in her sleeve. She kept it hidden, safe. Obscurity, secrets, deception; these were tools of her trade.

The Pale Assassin arrived in the gardens, taking in the scene as it thickened with crowd and combat, just as Abyss fired his shots at Shmi's abdomen. The scarlet light she had carried at her side now retracted, and the Sith Lord made a sharp inhale. Her form then vanished entirely as she used the cloak of twilight, as taught to her by a former associate, to render herself briefly invisible.

[member="Shmi Labooda"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Ferox"]

 

[Darth Imperia]

The Acolyte observed the scene around her. The scent of blood hung fresh in the air. Crippled bodies lay on the floor, writhing in agony. Not worth the effort it would take to dispatch them. It was starting to appear as if Kaine had quite literally maimed everything in his path, which would've been a pity.

Her disappointment was short lived, however.

The iconic snap-hiss of a lightsaber sounded off to her right, and suddenly she was spinning on her good leg to meet blades with a zabrak girl wielding an emerald saber. Strong, direct blows and the aggressive rapidity with which she moved told the Acolyte that her foe was a Djem So Practitioner - and a rather skilled one at that. The Apprentice had no doubt that, without the enhanced strength of her mechanical arm, she couldn't have matched the Zabrak blow for blow - and she certainly wasn't going to be able to overtake her opponent, not based purely on bladework.

Luckily, she had far more than skill at arms up her sleeve.

A small kinetic blast sent the Knight off balance, and gave the Apprentice an opening. The grey-skinned young woman stepped past her opponent, dragging her bloodshine blade across the zabrak's stomach as she did so. It was a shallow wound, intended more to toy with her prey than to kill her outright. The Knight screamed in pain, fell to her knees, and retaliated with a Force Push that sent the Apprentice flying into the pillar a few feet behind her.

That made the human grin, and wince with pain. She had a challenge, at least. Her response to the Knight's attack was an arc of lightning, easily countered by a display of Tutaminis, as expected. That was alright, though - because the Acolyte's lightsaber flew from her hand, spinning towards the Knight like a cherry-red glow-stick of death. That? That was not so easily countered, what with the Knight trying her damnedest not to be electrocuted at the same time. The bloodshine blade sliced through the Knight's ribcage, broke her concentration - and thus, allowed the crimson lightning to arc through the Jedi's body.

Electrocuted and cut half to shreds, the Zabrak Jedi was hardly a threat to the Apprentice anymore. That didn't, however, stop the grey-skinned young woman from limping forward with a malicious smile on her face. Nor did it stop her from very gently, tenderly, taking hold of her incapacitated enemy's head with her right hand.

What followed was a wet, sickening crunch, and a bit of brain fluid dripping from the Apprentice's hand.

Yeah, that was as satisfying as she expected it to be.

---

[member="Sam Rodarch"]
[member="Darth Ophidia"]
[member="Darth Carnifex"]
[member="Shmi Labooda"]
[member="Alexandra Feanor"]
@Everyone I missed

 

[TB-705]

Talk was cheap, or so they said.

Today proved the saying wrong. The Jedi would pay dearly for each uttered syllable.

Thengil's bounding run turned into an all-out sprint. He did not listen to the human's feeble pleading. The Jedi had already proved himself of little worth and now scrabbled on the ground like a wounded nerf, mewling words that meant no more to a Sith than they would to a Corellian Sand Panther stalking in for the kill.

The scent of fresh blood filled his nostrils. The smell of weakness.

While the Jedi busied himself with healing and useless placations, Thengil acted.

He depressed the trigger on the lanvarok with the Force and another trio of disc blades hummed wickedly toward the Jedi. At full sprint, the Cathar's other paw gestured in an attempt to rip the Jedi's lightsaber away and bring it into his grasp.

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

 

[Darth Ferus]

Pity. It was the only expression the Sith had in his eyes as he stared down at the woman he once considered a close friend. She had lost herself so much, given so much, and ended up this.. Husk. Constantly flirting with the Light and the Dark to be something more, yet ending up as nothing. There it was. With the laugh, it was clear she was broken. Be it this illusion of Hel or [member="Alexandra Feanor"] herself, she had lost.

With only his left hand pressing down that red saber, it wasn't difficult for the Zabrak to position his right to where he wanted it. As her saber was brought up to ignite he reached out as quick as his cybernetics would let him to grab a hold of the emitter and her hand. Normally, a foolish act to anyone with half a brain. But as the saber would activate, it would only penetrate the Durasteel plating of his palm to find the Cortosis ore below.

If his hand caught ahold of the hilt and her hand, he would crush it instantly. This wasn't a time for games or fancy attacks. Darth Ferox was here to kill the Grey Master.