Mission Shatterpoint | Resolution

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Tython
Objective: Talk with Master Valery
Tags: Valery Noble

"Yea, this one seemed to talk confidently about himself," he said to Valery with a brief smile, keeping that standard emotionless face as he spoke to her. The sith in question was a tough opponent, one that took him further than anyone had done before. If his ribs hadn't broken he probably would have given him a run for his money, but before things got really nasty the Sith chose to leave the fight for another day. If that didn't happen, Silas probably wouldn't have been here right now.

Looking up to Master Valery he nodded slowly as she explained the history between the pair, one that spanned a long time from the sound of it. Kyrel had been looking for revenge since one of his Ren had been killed by her, but as of right now it had been unsuccessful. Silas had yet to see him yet and hoped to keep it that way. Ren seemed like a Sith that was way out of his ballpark.

"Yes Master Valery, killing Kyrel Ren won't be no small feat. Although like I said only time will do that for us" Silas said firmly, believing that it wouldn't be them to do it but the man himself.

Silas listened silently to Valery and nodded every now and then as she spoke of the force fondly. The force was his ally, after all, he was never alone even in the most desperate of situations. She had a better understanding of the warning signs than he did, something that showed years of experience and practice to truly understand it. He still had a long way to go in truly mastering the force in its entirety, but what Valery was teaching him now was a big step towards that goal.

"Right now? I feel nothing out of the ordinary. Everything feels as it should be, peaceful and resting from the battle that had just happened. Is there something I'm not feeling Master Valery?" he responded honestly as they walked along, his face focusing on any small disturbances around him.

 

[Inanna Harth]

Inanna was surprised to hear Alicio actually laugh. For a moment she worried that the Count had lost his mind, the stress of the situation getting to him. But he squeezed her shoulder reassuringly and offered his hand. She took it, rising to her feet, and held it afterwards as long as he would allow.

“You two should get out of here. While there’s still ships to get out on. We can clean up this mess. Probably.”

"I'm the last to leave. These people are my responsibility."

Struggling just to keep her head straight, Inanna took a few moments to respond. “I came here to retrieve a friend’s body. I’m not leaving without it.”

Even if it meant she had to stick around until the camp was completely clear, she wouldn’t budge. That said, the doubled risk she faced compared to her comrades was still very real. She gave Alicio’s hand a gentle squeeze.

“I’ll stay with you, if you don’t mind.”

Her survival—if not her sanity—might depend on it.

Iris Arani Amani Serys Jasper Kai'el Darth Carnifex Aaran Tafo Alicio Organa Rianna Organa FN-999​

 

[Wedge Draav]

Made it there, buddy.

​

Rev and Wedge walked for a little while longer, unable to determine a direction to go. They encountered other survivors on the way. Each one looked as lost as they were. Some Alliance, some Imperial, some Sith. The fight was gone from the soldiers. Their Masters came and went, died or retreated, or fell around them.

The average man had no place in the war fought by practical demigods on Tython any longer. Rev nudged Wedge as they approached a mass of Alliance soldiers. A beacon of hope.

Buildings, tents, positions.

Wedge wanted to smile, but it felt like another ordeal was beginning, another trial. Wedge laid Rev down, watching the fires dance around. The pilot looked down at his friend, kneeling beside him.

"I'll come back for you, Rev. Stay here."

He hugged him, picking up the carbine, unable to determine what was going on- but something was amiss at the refugee camp, and if Wedge wanted to leave with him and Rev intact- he needed to see what was causing all this at the refugee camp. Alliance soldiers and Jedi were near- he could feel it. Even those not attuned to the force could feel a Jedi around them.

So, the mortal man, wounded and guided only by his resolve, set out to stand against Carnifex with the rest of the other demigods. Bloodied and bruised, he marched onward towards the entrance to the camp, weak as he was, carbine in hand- prepared to do anything it would take to survive the battle.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

So many have been lost of the years. He wanted to prevent that going forward. It was one reason why he was on the wander. He had fought the wars, and would continue to defend the Jedi, and interests of large importance to life and the Force. But there were other ways he could provide assistance in the war effort. A former soldier, he was going to be doing his best to fix worlds where he could, or move people around in secret where they were needed.

But today, today he was here to make amends, and bring back connections that were severed. Bring back people who were lost.

That included those who came back across. That included Mishel .

His focus here was to connect to her. To see if he could assist her, in whatever way she needed.

With the Force surrounding him, he was calling out to the Jedi who passed, he was here to help them, to ease them onto the next, or should they require, assist them with what was unfinished in this world.

 

[Vooltroo]

Plants.

He would spread the seeds of many plants, from many different worlds. The Ithorian was not going to spread them all unpracticed and untrue… No. Invasives and too exotic would not be planted. Mother Jungle would not allow as such. Vooltroo was reading the plants of this world before he even arrived. Many a botanist had logged what plants were found here. What species were on this world.

Tython was important, even among his people. A world of the Force. A world which created the Jedi, or assisted in creating the Jedi that the galaxy had seen in this era. To keep this world thriving, it required assistance. And if he was stopped, or approached, he'd adjust his cause and path.

But for now, he was planting.

 

[Rianna Organa]

Tags: Alicio Organa | Inanna Harth | Amani Serys | Iris Arani

Deep breaths and keeping a watchful eye about her kept Rianna moving forward she could sense the life around her this was her compass. But moments into her walk she felt it a pull, someone was tapping into force meld it tapped into her strength as she moved, drawing upon the force she compensated to balance her connection and to reserve what she might need.

As she came into an opening she could see Alicio a sense of relief washed over her and she knew not why. Perhaps because he was family, perhaps because it was good to see him. She half smiled. She did not recognize the others.

The words spoken drifted to her, "I think you should all get on a ship and leave it's not safe here" She wasn't exactly sure it was safe for her either. She could protect her own mind based on the shield technique taught to her since her training began.

Rianna however thought that for this she could use mind cleanse it would help for a bit but she wasn't sure it would sustain. "How many refugees remain?" Rianna split her concentration to see if the mind cleanse would work.

 

[Phylis Alince]

Caltin Vanagor

"Hmm, it is well they survived the battle. Yes, Thurion is a good man, a champion of the Light. I've not been to Midvinter for a long time. Hmm, something to consider."

She looked around, over the ruined hills and plains, in the distance the shattered academy still smouldered. The ruins of the Maw warship could be dimly viewed on the edge of sight.
"Maybe, hmm. Tython has been pillaged and attacked many times. The damage is not critical, though I wonder what's going to happen with the moons. Their change in position and strength will cause a lot of damage to the tides and even gravity. It will likely take decades, but it will recover. Most worlds can...."

She thought grimly of those which could not be. Csilla for instance. The answer was not pacifism though. That would only embolden the enemy. Instead such enemies needed to be fought and defeated....

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

“If your actions don't live up to your words, you have nothing to say.”- DaShanne Stokes ​

Indeed.

Tython would survive. It would be rebuilt, everything.

Pillaging was part of the reason as to why I took The Forge with me..

Taking a few steps forward as Caltin himself looked over the fallen warship he wondered about what really was going to happen with the planet itself. Tython was rich in history, but the problem with planets with this distinction is that they are lacking in concern. Maybe that was one of the reasons he was learning to be who he was.

What if we had the ability to ensure that? I’m not talking about the Force or anything, but what if there was an outreach program capable of at least giving it a start?

Location: On the walk to The Forge

Allies: Phylis Alince Valiens Nantaris

Anyone that wants to converse!/ TEAM LIGHTSIDE!

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (Jedi Interceptor in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Sanctuary Island

 

[Amani Serys]

"Not if I'm the last," Amani fired back at Alicio with a smirk. They could play the holier-than-thou contest all day long, but it wouldn't get any of these people out any faster. She simply gave them both a nod out of respect for their decisions, even if her concern outweighed her confidence. "Fine, but-"

Around then the shift in the Force became palpable. The meditation had become a meld, and Amani eagerly allowed whatever strength she had left to be poured into it. The others were still alive, allowing a glimmer of hope to take root in her mind. They could get through this. Together.

The Jedi presence she had picked up on earlier had made itself known, and hope grew with it. A woman, who voiced an opinion similar to the one Amani shared. She couldn't help but smirk again, as if to say 'Told you so.'

But any such teasing was secondary to finishing their work, and she chimed in to Rianna's question, "I dunno. Maybe a little less than half? I've been trying to counter the Sith's effects, but they're still too many, and too spread out."

Alicio Organa | Inanna Harth | Rianna Organa | Iris Arani​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Ah, good, there it is."

The rancorous voice of the Dark Lord wafted through the ephemeral twilight realm like an echo, no fixed position from whence the voice emanated. It did not seem to come from the Dark Lord Himself, for His mouth did not move nor did the sound clearly extend from Him. It was as though the voice came from everywhere and nowhere at once, a paradox that would have been inconceivable if it weren't for the knowledge of the Force. Throwing one's voice was a simple parlor trick, but there seemed to be something more to this than mere showmanship.

But that had little bearing on what happened next. As the young Padawan held his ground against the Dark Lord's ferocious strike, one that forced the younger man to his knees, others moved in to take advantage of the brief window. First, another Padawan lunged with an overhead strike, but the Dark Lord merely glanced in his direction as a heavy concussive force slammed into the Padawan's saber and knocked it off course, the blade harmlessly clanging against the Dark Lord's armor rather than His bandaged flesh. A soldier had also been swept in the translocation, and now fired upon the Dark Lord from range. An invisible force likewise nudged the blaster bolts off-course, most of them redirected at the Jedi while the rest sailed off into the void.

However, it was the Jedi Master's lightsaber that cut cleanly through bandaged flesh and bone, right above where the armored vambrace of the Dark Lord's armor would have made such a cut impossible. The arm began to fall, as though still affected by the aperion of gravity, but suddenly stopped in its descent and floated in midair. The arm did not immediately connect back with the Dark Lord's stump, but instead stayed fixed to distance where it had fallen once severed. Even if the Dark Lord moved His arm, the severed portion would follow its movements but remain disconnected.

"The meld has been formed, so now let us begin." The Dark Lord extended His left hand, the hand that had not been severed, and allowed the power of the Dark Side to flow down through His arm and into the outstretched palm of His hand. Rather than any sort of insidious attack, the energy instead coalesced into a small sphere roughly twenty-five centimeters across. The sphere's surface was glossy black and seemed to absorb light, appearing as an absence of light. There was something keenly unnatural about the sphere, more than that it had been formed through the Dark Side coursing through the Dark Lord's malignant body. It was as though the Force around the sphere was being corrupted.

With a gentle push, the Dark Lord cast off the sphere towards the trio of Jedi.

Iris Arani | Arlo Renard | Jasper Kai'el
Aaran Tafo | FN-999 ​

 

[Aaran Tafo]

Typical Sith nonsense, not having the basic decency to listen to cause and effect, but if nothing else, his strike had some measure of effect on the Sith. Even if their power was immense, it still had some limit. And in forgoing their nature as a physical being to become some kind of Force based entity, such a bargain came with its own set of weaknesses.

So instead he swept his blade again, a blur of white purifying flame, a dozen strikes looking to land on the floating arm faster than a man could blink, rending it into nothing but ash when it struck, giving Kai the opening they needed to back off.

Around the Padawans present, his blade switched back from silver to gold, becoming an impossibly fast lattice of protective light as the redirected bolts were sent away from the Jedi under his protection. Glancing at Kai, his mind reached through the meld to take in some of the Padawan's pain, soothing their aches, burying it under steely resolve.

Pain was but an illusion, but he wouldn't blame the Padawan for falling for it while trying to fight with a broken leg. Instead it spoke measures of their courage. He was far stronger than his pain for fighting on in spite of it.

"Diva." Were the only audible words that emerged from Aaran as he watched Carnifex gather power, his form not so much as hesitating as he gathered his will, There was no fear, no anger towards the Sith felt through the meld, only pity and no small amount of disgust. This isn't a creature to be feared, it was something that gave up anything that made them a person in a mad exchange for power.

It wasn't a person, just a dangerous animal. And reasoning, thinking creatures had beaten animals again and again. Kaine was no god, for men had triumphed over the gods in the past. It was men who'd conquered the stars, who'd harnessed the elements, who shaped worlds to their whims.

Gods had no place in this universe, enlightened beings had long grown past such a laughable concept.

<Amazing the effort he's going through. You think if he was half as good as he thought he was, he'd still have an empire, not forced to spook refugees and teenagers to prove how much of a big shot he is.> Came his own mental voice through the others, hand raising towards the incoming void, his own will refusing to budge as the sphere inched closer. <He wants you to be afraid, he needs it. Can't justify his own existence without it.>

Slowly, he would continue to feed his strength into the others, urging them to join him in resistance. Due to the very nature of how the Force worked, through harmony and cooperation, a power greater than the sum of its parts could be summoned.

And so, with his own will reaching out, the void would cease in its advance, stopping short, forcing this to become a clash of will and intent, Aaran acting as the anchor for the natural laws of the universe, denying the existence of the attack. If Carnifex wanted it to advance, they would have to make an actual contest of it. The will of a former emperor against a few teenagers and a blind hobo.

And said blind hobo was willing and capable of throwing down.

<So as Padawan Arani said. Prove him wrong. Together!>

Iris Arani Arlo Renard Jasper Kai'el FN-999 Darth Carnifex

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Tython Refugee Camp
Tags: Iris Arani , Arlo Renard , Aaran Tafo , Darth Carnifex , FN-999 ​

Jasper felt the weight of his lightsaber shift under the pressure of the sheer force exuded by the Sith. His blade bounced off the creature’s armor, rebounding. Jasper maintained his footing, something training in Makashi for so long had certainly helped with, but he knew that it was gonna take more than footwork to take down this… Thing.

Soon, he and the two Jedi were staring down an orb that seemed to drain all the light it drew near, almost like a black hole. As the Jedi master switched his blade to a golden hue, a voice echoed in Jasper’s mind.

<He wants you to be afraid, he needs it. Can't justify his own existence without it.>

He had mentioned how strange it was that the Sith had gone to extreme measures to defeat a few teenagers, mentioning something about the man having an empire at some point. Then, it clicked in Jasper’s head. This was a former Dark Lord of the Sith. This didn’t change much about the situation. It felt no different than staring down a deranged animal. The Jedi then restated what the meditating Padawan had said.

“I’m not afraid,” Jasper assured the master. “Whatever it is that we’re doing, I’m ready.”

The exile allowed the battle meld to wash over him. He returned his lightsaber to the Shien reverse grip, preparing for the Sith’s next move.

 

[Alicio Organa]

TYTHON
TEMPORARY REFUGEE CAMP
INTERACTING WITH: Inanna Harth - Amani Serys - Rianna Organa
TAGS: Arlo Renard - Jasper Kai'el - Iris Arani - Darth Carnifex - Aaran Tafo - Rakaan Horne - FN-999
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Alicio seemed to shimmer with relief as Inanna Harth said she was staying. He would never have asked her to, but secretly, he needed the support as much as she did. "Not at all," he said, squeezing the Shi'ido's hand in return.

Amani Serys earned a nod of respect from the Count, which quickly turned to confusion as she paused mid sentence. He hadn't noticed the change in the Battle Meditation, but to be fair, even if he had, the dark Count didn't have much Light to share with the Meld.

Just then, Alicio noticed a familiar presence in the air. He turned on his heel, hesitantly letting go of Inanna's hand as he spotted Rianna Organa . "Rianna!" Suddenly, the Alderaanian felt much better. They had a Jedi Master with them, now. Everything was going to be okay.

Of course, when she also asked them to leave, and he spied Amani's snide grin, Alicio felt annoyance crawl along his face, but significantly stronger was the feeling of comfort. Still, he pointedly ignored those instructions. "That should be about right," Alicio said in response to the Mirialan. "Some are likely hiding in their tents."

 

[Iris Arani]

Arrogance. Blindingly bright arrogance.

<Amazing the effort he's going through. You think if he was half as good as he thought he was, he'd still have an empire, not forced to spook refugees and teenagers to prove how much of a big shot he is.>

<Shut. Up.>

Perhaps it was the darkness around them, but Iris had no more patience for the Master that had come to their 'rescue.' So what if Aaran could stand against this Sith? Iris had seen first hand what Carnifex could do when he wasn't a literal husk. The countless bodies tormented and ruined in his wake on Teta alone had given her so many nightmares.

And this stranger sought to make it a joke? To make all those lives lost something to mock and laugh at?

The dark sphere floated out, harmless in appearance. But she could see it. The Force, something was wrong with the colors. The Master reached out, touching the sphere with the Force, and everything faded. An infection, a poison of the Force itself. It spread instantly through the Meld. Nightmares, fear. The loss of self.

The Padawan ripped the meld away, shattering the union between Jedi to stop the infection from spreading any farther. Then fell, unconscious on the ground.

Alicio Organa | Amani Serys | Arlo Renard | Jasper Kai'el | Darth Carnifex | FN-999

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Tython Refugee Camp
Tags: Iris Arani , Arlo Renard , Aaran Tafo , Darth Carnifex , FN-999, Amani Serys , Alicio Organa , Inanna Harth , Rianna Organa ​

<Shut. Up.>

Jasper heard a voice ring through his head followed by a thud. He turned to see that the Padawan who had been creating the Battle Meld was passed out on the ground.

"Actually, I take back what I said," he corrected. "I wasn't prepared for that."

As the Meld faded, so to did his Force Light. Now all he had was his lightsaber, something that seemed to be particularly ineffective against the Sith Lord. Furthermore, the refugees and those nearby were now in considerably more danger. Jasper scanned his surroundings, looking for a possible solution. Off past the stormtrooper (who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere) was Amani Serys , working with a few other people, another seeming to be a Jedi herself. If one of them was a capable healer, perhaps it could wake the Padawan. Of course, Jasper was just making blind guess at best. He, in truth, knew absolutely nothing about how Force healing actually worked. Still, he reasoned it would be best to get the girl to a semi-safer place regardless.

"Hey, I'm gonna get your friend to safety," Jasper informed the Jedi, tucking away his lightsaber. "Think you can manage... whatever his name is?"

 

[Inanna Harth]

Alicio’s hand slipped free of Inanna’s as an older woman arrived. He called her Rianna—ah, was this the Tia Rianna that Queen Faith had spoken of? Inanna might be meeting with her soon on Aldera…

There was little time for introductions. Rianna immediately urged them to leave, but Alicio deliberately ignored her advice. The Count and the Mirialan were both apparently hell-bent on staying until the last refugee was loaded onto a transport and safely far away from the danger. Never mind the logistics or the threat they were facing.

“What are we standing around here for, then? Let’s chase them out of their tents and get them on those ships!” Inanna declared. Considering what had happened to her under the influence of the waves of darkness, it was a bit surprising that she still had any enthusiasm left. But being in good company seemed to have buoyed her spirits.

She reached for the Force again—cautiously at first, then with greater confidence when she found no malicious presence crouching in the wings—and searched for people among the wreckage of the camp.

“There are a few poor souls still stuck in the medical tents. Probably too injured to move.”

Amani Serys Alicio Organa Rianna Organa​

 

[Arlo Renard]

Carnifex turned the Jedi’s meld against them, corruption leaking into the bonds they had formed. Iris tried to save it by severing the connection, an act that cost her consciousness.

Maybe it was the sight of Iris collapsing beside him that did it for Kai. Or maybe it was the death and destruction the former Sith Emperor had wrought upon the camp. It might have been the arrogance of Master Tafo mocking the monster who had already killed so many, or some combination of all three factors.

<You shouldn’t exist anymore!> Kai roared, his mind aflame. The fire spread to his telepathy, gnawing at Carnifex’s consciousness like burning fangs sucking him dry. <You should have died with your Empire! You’ve worn out your welcome, spirit! Begone!>

Drawing upon the Force for strength, Kai started to rise to his feet. He tore at Carnifex with the Force, rending him limb from immaterial limb, intent on reducing him to so many scattered pieces he’d have no choice but to retreat to the Netherworld or perish.

Iris Arani Jasper Kai'el Darth Carnifex Aaran Tafo FN-999​

 

[Rianna Organa]

She gazed at Alicio Organa thinking to herself stubborn he is, wonder where he gets that from. Then in a gesture more motherly than perhaps she intended she reached over and touched Alicio's arm she tried to give him calm and one word in his mind breath she nodded, "Jedi habits are to protect and encourage others to safety as we stand before whatever comes." She smiled then before another word could be passed over her lips she felt the force meld break away as she took her hand from Alicio's arm. Did the others feel it?

Perhaps he did not understand the uniqueness of his position, he was the last male Organa alive. If their family was to have a future it would be through him, so...perhaps she was a bit more protective than usual.

Where was the Jedi that had centered it, and what trouble were they in. The darkness still moved about she could not yet place it, "I'll be last to leave. I'll invoke my status as the elder here."

She shook her head, "Something is not right here I cannot place it. It's life and yet death..." She tilted her head then looking to Inanna Harth she nodded a greeting. But could not help but notice a shimmer in the aura said something else to her she had met Inanna's people before, many years ago in the form of a sith, Malice Draclau. Rianna then passed her hand over each of them, "do you feel any relief from the dread" She thought they were.

"Let's get everyone out of here. She looked to Amani Serys nodding, "Ok..then let's take a walk and be mindful, whoever brought the dread is still here.."

Iris Arani | Jasper Kai'el | Darth Carnifex | Aaran Tafo | FN-999

 

[Amani Serys]

And just as it came, the Force Meld disappeared; A suddenness that only made Amani more concerned. They weren't dead, she'd have felt that if it were so, regardless of any melds. But something must have gone quite wrong for it to change already.

"It's the old Sith Emperor. He's engaging several others outside of the camp." She hurriedly informed the newly-arrived Jedi Master of their situation. If the tides could be turned, then it was perhaps through her aid.

“There are a few poor souls still stuck in the medical tents. Probably too injured to move.”

That suggestion was enough to make the healer tense, "The urgent care wing is near the center of camp. Should be close. That's where we'll find most of them." No longer keen to stand around, she gave no other interruptions the time of day before heading inward as fast as her legs would allow.

Amani practically flew through the flaps of a medical tent, where she found two patients, both panicked and unable to move themselves. One, an exceptionally old man, and the other missing the entirety of a leg.There was no way for her to get them both out while half of her body wasn't even working right. Then, an idea clicked, and she sighed, "Sorry about this in advance…"

Not long after, Amani would burst back out the tent with her hand raised. Just behind her, the two patients were hovering close, telekinetically tethered through the Force. With an apologetic grin, she began leading them towards the ships. Or at least the nearest able-bodied medic.

Rianna Organa | Inanna Harth | Alicio Organa​

 

[FN-999]

Objective: Adapt
In proximity of Aaran Tafo | Darth Carnifex | Iris Arani | Jasper Kai'el | Arlo Renard | Open to Interaction

N I N E S
Cloak

The Sith entity, predictably enough, deflected even FN-999's highest-powered bullets.

He wasn't quite sure how he felt when the Jedi deflected them once more.

Honestly. If I'm going to shoot, at least let my bullets hit SOMETHING.
​

"The meld has been formed, so now let us begin." The Dark Lord extended His left hand, the hand that had not been severed, and allowed the power of the Dark Side to flow down through His arm and into the outstretched palm of His hand. Rather than any sort of insidious attack, the energy instead coalesced into a small sphere roughly twenty-five centimeters across. The sphere's surface was glossy black and seemed to absorb light, appearing as an absence of light. There was something keenly unnatural about the sphere, more than that it had been formed through the Dark Side coursing through the Dark Lord's malignant body. It was as though the Force around the sphere was being corrupted.

With a gentle push, the Dark Lord cast off the sphere towards the trio of Jedi.

His strangely comedic mood evaporated in an instant as the Sith being formed a sphere of indescribable darkness.
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The various functions of Nines' trusty "buckethead" helmet allowed him to see thermal vision, night vision, and filter almost any visible gas. However, he could not get a single bearing on the sphere. It felt completely unnatural, as if it was a hole in the fabric of space itself. The infinitely confusing sphere angered him, and he felt his fury towards the Sith re-emerge, shifting his attention back to the external just as the Jedi in front of him moved to rally.

<Amazing the effort he's going through. You think if he was half as good as he thought he was, he'd still have an empire, not forced to spook refugees and teenagers to prove how much of a big shot he is.> Came his own mental voice through the others, hand raising towards the incoming void, his own will refusing to budge as the sphere inched closer. <He wants you to be afraid, he needs it. Can't justify his own existence without it.>

Nines visibly cringed as one of the Jedi violated his head. It was a sickly feeling, reminding him of sterile spaces and corporeal punishment. He preached his Force-aligned nonsense, blabbing about the moral superiority of a group whose hands were just as blood-stained as the Sith they supposedly foiled.

It made him absolutely furious.

"Hey, you!" yelled Nines to no one in particular.

He strode ever closer to the Sith being as he spoke, his aura becoming increasingly menacing and his pace accelerating.

"I could care less about this 'light force versus dark force' nonsense and this useless moral grandstanding. I wanted to spend this day privately making amends after some bloody pirates made me arrive too late to help my fallen comrades. But you, damn Sith Emperor of Narcissism, you just had to blow up some innocent refugees to satisfy whatever sadistic streak you've been keeping for gods knows how long. If I can't shoot you to death, I'll just grind you down into a four-course meal."

His rifle withdrawn back into the folds of his cloak, he instead drew his fists, the white armor of his hands peeking out from within the cloak. He was sure that his disguise was rapidly becoming undone as he became more directly involved in the ongoing conflict, but he no longer cared. He was betting that Sith entity did not expect a scrappy fighter.

The distance between the pair closed, he swung his right fist towards the Sith with the force of a heavyweight boxer.