Snow White and the Seven Sith (OS/SSC Skirmish, PM for invite)

[Jericho]

He felt the force wave and braced himself as he slid back several feet after submitting he attacked once more in defense of his friend. Even the warrior had given the chance for [member="Vengeance"] to submit, he attacked once more only to be protected by [member="Vaulkhar"] once again. And yet the other continued to run his mouth, speaking of family and how it wasn't about Jedi nor sith today. But the fact of the matter was, Jericho knew what the sith were capable of what they enjoyed doing and now they were in Coalition territory. He didn't know exactly what was going on, but the one who told him too leave was making himself look more the fool. Not once but twice Jericho gave him the chance to surrender peacefully and yet he wanted to fight and now he is telling him to leave the territory? How foolhardy could one man be?

Jericho blocked the attack from the weakened Vaulkhar. He made no movement to counter strike, the blades attack was weak made from desperation for defending another. The warrior shook his head, he knew not what was going on but he wasn't blinded by the need to win. And by the actions of the younger man, he wasn't going to kill either of them. Not unless he was attacked once more. He had only so much patience. He kept his guard up around Vengeance, in case he had the need to try to do a sucker punch against him again. "Drop your weapon." He said calmly. "You will join me back to the main ship and I will allow your friend to leave with his life today." He looked over Vengance. "Tomorrow, is after all from your words, not about family."

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar looked towards Vengeance, a frown forming upon his face as the situation was continuing to fall apart around him. His last attack was one of desperation and it played out well for the both of them, but luck can only do so much for a single warrior. [member="Jericho"] was starting to grow impatient, apparently the Silver Jedi did not exhibit the same patience as those of the Republic. Amusing, if the situation was not as bad as it currently was. Moving his attention towards [member="Vengeance"] only worsened his idea of what was going on.

"Tomorrow is indeed another day."

He turned towards Jericho, taking several steps away from the both of them. He deactivated hid lightsaber but kept it within his hand, ready to defend himself if necessary. The Dark Jedi turned his attention towards Jericho, nodding.

"Lets go."

 

[Kenrath]

Vengeance growled softly under his breath gripping his saber tightly looking at [member="Jericho"] with a glare.

"I will burn every world in this Galaxy Jedi." "One for each day you keep him from me." "You have been warned."

He turned his gaze slightly to [member="Vaulkhar"] shaking his head.

"You disappoint me.........." "Perhaps I promoted you too soon." "You have learned nothing I taught you."

Vengeance took a deep breath before turning away from the two. His fist clenched deep down wanting to rip the Jedi apart but he had lost enough blood and the wound on his shoulder making one of his arms utterly useless. Today he knew the feeling of defeat and it was not a feeling he enjoyed.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Allies: [member="Nima Tann"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Mullarus"] | [member="First Daughter"]

Pushed to the side, Connor felt a touch of the Force brush his side and knocked him, like an invisible diversion past Setzi. She was protected, and he knew who by. The silent one who was watching and waiting.

He had no time to waste – Setzi was the leader, and she was out of control. The others were still in danger and it was up to him to turn the tide. Without thinking, he turned to face her back, and ran again – aiming for her shoulder blades with a strong barge into her which would be more beneficial if he managed to send her down face first.

Then, he would move to restrain her.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Darth Azurea, still exhausted in her cool-down from the Force Rage, braced for the impact of Master Harrison as he charged forward. She closed her eyes tight, unable to do anything. But he ran off course. One of the Acolytes was keeping an eye on her. She looked at Mullarus who was now challenging the pink Twi'lek. Good, First Daughter was throwing her fighting hat into the ring now.
The pause was enough that Azurea was able to jump back up to her feet and throw up a Force barrier to ward off the onslaught of the Jedi Master's body. But she knew with her feeble strength, it would only last long enough to put the brakes on Harrison.

She once again glanced at Mullarus and First Daughter, both so loyal to the Sith cause to protect and defend. If she said aloud what she was thinking would she disappoint them? Would she disappoint all of the Sith who came here today to make their way to Voss? She had just boasted that she would die here today and now…?

"Stop, Jedi. I've had enough," she spat, putting the blame squarely on herself. She didn't want either Acolyte to bear the scar of her own weak will. "If Chastity is dead, and you have proof, I will give you the time you need."

She even holstered her lightsaber to show him she was serious. But she made no move to stop any of the other Sith from fighting.

Would he believe her?

Or would he think it was another trap that Darth Azurea attempted to set?

[member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="First Daughter"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Allies: [member="Nima Tann"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Mullarus"] | [member="First Daughter"]

Connor was rebuffed against the Force barrier enough to stop him hitting her, and it took his breath away, but he was getting worked up at having his attacked defended, and he was ready to activate his saber again in his right hand when she spoke the words that she would back down.

He watched her speak, and holster her hilt, the blood pumping in his ears the only noise he could hear as he winced internally at the pain in his good shoulder, cold biting his hands and freezing his muscles gradually now losing strength from the Force; better than adrenalin at times.

Finally, he nodded, and pointed his deactivated hilt towards her frame.

”Chastity can’t be saved by anyone…Setzi. Not you…me…anyone. She has lost her way and the girl we knew died when she became corrupted…and can only come out of this herself. If she wants to live at all anymore.”

For a moment, he tried to find the girl inside the monster before him.

”I’m sorry.”

He was in pain, and hurting, but for some reason he didn’t want to take her life; not Setzi Lunelle. Why? He didn’t know right about now. Maybe he was trying to be something the old Connor wasn’t – a little humane, because all Jedi and Sith, at one point, had been human and believed that humanity was always there, however much forgotten or tormented or twisted.

The breath fogged from his mouth as he calmed himself, but ready to activate and use his blade with the waning strength he had.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Darth Azurea had come to Toola with the intention to find answers on Voss, and to possibly find her sister. She found answers, but not the ones she wanted. She stood still, still breathing heavily from the exertion of the past few moments. Her head tilted as she asked her next question:

"I gather she isn't physically dead then?" There was a hint of hope in her voice, finally. Something that was truly at odds with the snarling, beast-like demeanor she had shown a few moments ago. She assessed him with her piercing yellow eyes, but her face had softened now, and she did seem much more human than Sith with many hints of Chastity displaying in her expression. This is Chastity's Master, Azurea thought. This is a man who knew her better than anyone in the final months before her enslavement and poisoning. And here you are, trying to kill him. It nearly filled her with shame for a moment, but that was quickly replaced by stubborn determination.

"If I came under non-aggressive auspices, would you allow me to come to Voss to see her? If I had an escort maybe?"

This puzzling information put to rest the thought that she was a disappointment to her fellow Sith. And truthfully, even when she was a Padawan, her own worst critic was always herself. But with her plan for a covert operation thwarted, Darth Azurea was still determined to go to Voss. Maybe not at this moment, but when Master Harrison said the time was right. But would he accept her presence there, knowing she and her companions had tried and almost succeeded to murder higher ranking members of the Silver Jedi Order?

[member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="First Daughter"] [member="Nima Tann"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Allies: [member="Nima Tann"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Mullarus"] | [member="First Daughter"]

”I can’t answer that here, not under this act of war you presented, but if you take my word I will front your request to the Council I serve, then I also give you my word I will help you as best as I can on Voss. I cared for her, your sister. I still do. Jedi, Sith, that’s what we are, but we have a heart, and that’s the one thing that makes us more alike than anything.”

His eyes not leaving hers, Connor moved his saber down and fixed it to his belt with cold fingers.

”Please. Call your men off – give them the honour of not dying today, as I will do mine. We both have wounded we need to help.”

Stepping forward to her, a sharp gust of wind sliced past them, he moved his eyes over the silent Sith behind Setzi.

”You fight well, Setzi. It’s a shame you never found your way to the Light so I could take you under my wing and make you the Jedi Chastity sadly never could be.”

Giving her a nod and the faintest flick of a solemn smile, his terms and truce laid out, he stood bracing himself against the wind and, as he never knew a Sith’s motivations, a final attack. But something told him it wouldn’t come. Not today, at least.

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Allies: [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Mullarus"]
Enemies: [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Nima Tann"]

"Most illuminating," she said, clipping her lightsaber again to her belt and swishing her hand. A small black probe droid floated over to rest on her shoulder, having seemingly come out of the shadows itself. It would seem hostilities were breaking up, Lady Azurea might just get what she wanted but these Jedi were fascinating. It would take time to piece together and analyze everything her droids had captured today.

She hadn't done much for the fight, but she had never intended to be a combatant here. Too many Jedi Masters, it was always best to stay in the background and watch and now the Sith would have valuable data on all of these individuals on Toola.

"Knight Azurea, the terms seem ... fair, but perhaps is your request is granted by these Silver Jedi, the reunion is done on neutral ground so we might not face the risk of betrayal or capture in the middle of a Jedi fortress world," she continued. Turning to address the Jedi Master, she also added, "While she can call some of us off from continuing such a fight, the Sith Assassins are both Lords and we cannot control their actions, Master Jedi."

 

[Darth Kentarch]

TARGET: [member="Minna"]

For the first time the Sith Lord spoke. "Darth Valtryx" He said to [member="Minna"], using her Sith name. "Embrace who you truly are." His tone emotionless yet ominous. She was ready for any attack Kentarch would launch. So Kentarch waited, he was not one to be baited. "I sense your fear. The power you can unleash if you were Sith. You don't know the depths of your power. Give in to your anger and strike me down." As he spoke Kentarch shut down his Lightsaber and lowered his guard. "Our deepest fear, is that we are powerful beyond measure." He stated. Then he motioned to [member="Teynara Jeralyr"], her crumbled body in the snow. "You can't beat me with the dogma of a Jedi." Would Minna strike down a combatant who refused fight, if he would not defend himself? "You will fail. Then I will kill her in turn." Hey pointed to the helpless Jedi Tey. "Then one by one, while the other Jedi fight, I will pick them off." His voice carried a certain gravity. "Unless you give into the darkness."

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Mullarus listened to the exchange. The twi'lek did nothing in retaliation to his attack, so he lowered his lightsaber and deactivated it. Finally. The fighting could cease and @Darth Azures could seek the answers she was after. He heaved a heavy sigh and turned his head in the direction of the discussion, awaited further order from Azurea.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Her eyes watched his lightsaber as he clipped it back to his belt. She had no doubt that this powerful Jedi could re-ignite it faster and be at her throat in less time it would take for her to activate her own. But when he asked her to call her men off, she shook her head.

"First Daughter is right. I may only be able to control these two Sith here. They are both Acolytes. I'm afraid the Assassins are not within my jurisdiction. They won't follow my orders as they have been trained by Lord Ferus to kill any Jedi on sight and with no mercy. I am an Assassin, but this is a special circumstance I should hope."

For better or worse, Connor Harrison was her lifeline to Chastity. She couldn't cut the line just yet. But when the moment was right and her blade was sharp...

Wind-bitten with chafed lips and hands, Darth Azurea wrapped her fur lined cloak closer around her and said, "The Light is too far away from me now, Master Harrison. I've found my life in the darkness... my love and my home," she admitted. "Was I naive to think I could bring my former family into that fold too?"

She left the question unanswered and merely said, "I accept your proposition as your word. I will contact you in ten days to see what type of progress you've made with the Council." The Sith Knight turned towards her ship, beckoning to Mullarus and First Daughter to follow to the clearing where they had landed.

[member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="First Daughter"] [member="Nima Tann"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Allies: [member="Nima Tann"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Mullarus"] | [member="First Daughter"]

Was it the wind that made him shiver, or the Force aura that spiked from Setzi at her words. Mostly the latter. A true slave to the dark. Dependant on a lifeline that was going to take her life when all said and done. He nodded at her acceptance and said nothing, watching her leave with her question left lingering.

”Not naive. Just lost.”

Watching her go, the immediate threat subsiding, he fumbled for his com and gasped to take a breath. He had to get inside somewhere fast, and Nima wasn't looking great still. She shouldn't have come in her state. Finding the channel for [member="Thurion Heavenshield"], Connor hoped he was faring ok and not in danger.

”Thurion, it's Connor - Setzi Lunelle is leaving. Their numbers are lessened - where are you?”

 

[Jericho]

Jericho could feel the hate radiate from the one who called himself [member="Vengeance"] and Jericho felt like this would not be the last time he would see the sith warrior. He was tempted to end him right here and now before he could possibly hurt any more lives but a promise was made. A life for a life. The warrior turned his head and looked at the weakened [member="Vaulkhar"] and saw that the young man was barely even awake from the battle. It was amazing he stayed up as long as he had and from his condition he would just hold him back, the warrior swiftly chopped the young man on the neck to quickly neck and threw him over his shoulder and enveloped himself with the force to increase his speed and ran towards the ship and dropped him off for medical attention. And when he would he would awake, Jericho would take him on a trial, to see if he deserved redemption, if he would fight for it.

After doing so the warrior took a deep breath and took the time to sense, [member="Thurion Heavenshield"], he could feel his light and that of a powerful Sith lord and made his way quickly there. As he made his way, he was barely able to cut in between Thurion and the flames made by the powerful [member="Darth Ferus"] using his own fire shaping ability to narrowly push the flames away from him and Thurion. Jericho looked around and saw the heavy burn marks made from the flames. Such power. Jericho stared at the being that stood before the two and knew that he was so much more powerful than the two he had fought. "Thurion." He said calmly as he held out the palms of his hands and balls of white flame appear hovering over his palms. It had been years since he actually seen Thurion up close, he had a beard, that was something. Aside from that he has yet to fight alongside him, this would be quite the experience indeed.

Spoiler

I hope you don't mind me join this dance, if not I can change my post.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Allies: Silver Sanctum Coalition
Enemies: [member="Darth Ferus"]

The evil visage of Ferus' grin of pure glee caused Thurion to steel himself in preparation of what was to come. This was one tricky opponent, with a bag of tricks large enough to complement his confidence in using them. It seemed he preferred to toy with his prey rather than get up-close and personal. While Thurion would not allow himself to fall for his games, he could not have predicted the fiery tendrils seeking him out. One such tendril latch onto his left arm, causing him to grit his teeth in pain. The flames fueled by the Dark side of the Force assaulted his mind with subtle whispers, attempting to influence his actions while searing his skin, effectively burning through the sleeve of his jacket. Although Thurion resisted any attempt to break him, there didn't appear to be any immediate way of severing the fiery tendril. "Kinda busy!" he answered Connor hailing him on the comms.

It was then that [member="Jericho"] showed up, having dealt with things on his end. He attacked the Sith Lord with some fire of his own, hoping to disrupt the powerful Sith sorcery at work. The tendril latched onto his arm weakened and dissipated, freeing Thurion to summon the Force to grab hold of Ferus from afar as he would struggle to counter Jericho's attack. "Jericho," he replied as once-fellow padawans joined forces, even offering him a brief smile. "What took you so long?" He reached out to get a firm grip of the Sith Lord's legs in hopes of forcing him down on his kness and hold him in place.

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar turned away from the situation, moving in the general direction that he had sensed [member="Jericho"] originally. After a few feet, the chop connected against the back of his neck, knocking him out cold. He fell forwards, inches from impacting with the snow before Jericho scooped him and threw him over his shoulder. With the unconscious Vaulkhar upon his shoulder, the Jedi made his way towards the ship. During the journey, Vaulkhar could not help but toss and turn in his unconscious state, there were no answers for the Jedi obviously, but to the Sith, a world of confusion fell upon him.

Within the conscious mind of Vaulkhar, he witnessed a short series of events. First, the destruction of a large space station at the hands of a long dead Jedi hero. He had no names for him or the space station, but he knew it was an event that changed the galaxy forever. As the space station fell apart within space, explosion going off left and right, a small ship escaped, leaving anyone aboard the space station to rot. The destruction of the space station soon followed, but the sight of a floating man, or at least the remains of one were visible within space. Some how, Vaulkhar was capable of moving in to view the man closer. The man was bald, clearly dead, and floating through space. Time seemed to accelerate until eventually, a small shuttle took this man from space, and transported him to a similar snowy planet such as Toola, but it was different. Of that he could tell.

Slowly the vision faded away, but the image of twin peaks of ice, large glaciers, standing side by side was ingrained into his memory. Odd. Quite suddenly, he was awoken by the prodding of a medical droid, upon an unfamiliar ship. Looking around, he recognized the force signature of Jericho.

 

[Darth Ferus]

(Phone posting, forgive me.)

The crooked smile only grew larger as the fire connected. Yes, yes! This was all he needed! One single touch, and he could make the flame expand, explode! A surplus of oxygen, and suddenly [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] would be missing an arm, writhing on the ground in pain. Not even [member="Jericho"] could stop that with his white flame or his abilities. Nothing could! Slowly the Sith Lord began to turn his hands, ready to create the beautiful fireworks.

Crack.

The sound filled the air as the hand turned, a sickening crunch of what sounded like ice upon ice. Red eyes slowly glanced down, wondering what that noise could have been. It was his hand. The whispy shadows were frozen solid, almost like a picture. What more, his hand was cracking. Piece by piece the hand fell apart, almost like ice that one had hit hard enough to shatter. His fire had taken too much of his own body heat, leaving his limbs to freeze. He felt no pain, or perhaps he did and didn't notice, but the joy and rage quickly subsided. Here on this frozen planet he was at a disadvantage, and fighting two masters was no longer worth it. Both eyes flicked up to see [member="Darth Azurea"] leaving. So she had what she needed. What fire he had left went out, and his mouth opened to speak.

Only to be quickly filled with snow.

The grip on his legs had gone unnoticed during his confusion on why his body was shattering. And with a dull thud he hit the ground face first. He had tried to stop this of course, but it only resulted in his left arm, the one with the shattering hand, breaking apart completely. A dull groan escaped his lips as he laid there. This wasn't good, not at all. There was no way for him to defend himself fully here, and the frozen curse was spreading like wildfire through his body. He had to flee. So he did. With what energy he had left now, his body disappeared. Just like before, he teleported, but this time beside the young Assassin. Still face down in the snow.

He would push himself up slowly with his one good arm, thankfully he had transferred enough heat to keep it from breaking. And without a word he would follow the girl. Ferus had come to assist, and now that was with leaving. Unless the Jedi would chase him, he would join the trio on there ship for some repairs.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Toola
Allies: SSC
Enemies: [member="Xavka Duquo"]
Objective: Kill
Gear: First post

Vilaz was disappointed to accept the fact that his volleys of plasma didn't directly hit Darth Ferus due to the actions of Thurion. Though, he couldn't blame the Grandmaster repulsing the Sith Lord. He would go after Darth Ferus if it wasn't for the Iridonian he ordered to attack the Field Marshal. Now, it was getting interesting. The cultures of both the Mandalorians and the Iridonians clashed with each other as well as the Echani's culture with the Mandalorians. Surely before the Zabrak became a Sith he was a Warrior without the powers of the Force making him a well fit opponent, yet more deadly with the Force. But it didn't matter if his adversary had the Force or not because Vilaz could handle extreme opposition.

Before anything happened the Field Marshal holstered his dual pistols and drew out his Fett-Kal Knife, and held it in his right hand. What was unique about it was that it was forged by the likes of Rave Merill. With the arts of alchemy forged into the weapon it was resistant against lightsabers and could shoot out lightning that was absorbed.

As the Redneck approached his opponent his right arm went up to fend off the incoming blade with a swift left to right slash, and had his right foot in. As the knife intercepted the Sith's sword the electricity was discharged on to the knife which was returned back to the sword. Quickly, after he fended off the attack from the Zabrak, he stepped in with his left foot to attempt to ram into the man with suck kinetic force to knock him off balance from his stance.

 

[Nima Tann]

"Why did you stop?" A voice from the depths of her mind called the man's mind, which could. In his reality he could see that she ignored the fight, but in reality, before the attack could land at her, she managed to enter the Acolyte's mind, placed her talons to change his reality to make him see the world she has created. Being trained in illusions, she knew how the system of the brain worked, and this man was so full of anger and hate, he didn't know how to shield his mind that she could enter it very easily. In the real world the duel between the other group was about to end, as Connor managed to persuade the woman to halt her attacks. To feel both the worlds without tiring herself too much, she kept the locks not too tight, yet tight enough for him to escape the woman's talons. "Show me the power you think that is stronger than everything. Prove your word to me, or stay in the world I created, forever." The voice was near to a demonic tone, and there she walked towards the man, and stopped, activating her lightsaber.

"It is true that there is a power, that is stronger than the all powers combined. We call it, the Force. There are no sides in the Force, as long as you use them to achieve your goals. Dark, Light, they are only the pieces of the whole picture. And by dividing the Force, you divide the power." She said, in the matter of showing the victim illusions, the factor "fear" was a strong one. And now that she was in his mind, she would reshape the reality as she wanted, if the man was weak enough then... well, that time was going to come sooner or later. "You say, you are going to show me the power of the Dark Side, do it. It is your only way out of this, defeat me, and I'll believe your words. The words alone aren't enough, when it is the time to act." Then she started to run towards the man with such a speed to catch him unguarded. The time for the show, has come. And besides, she has come here for a fight and she wasn't going to leave here without one.

[member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="First Daughter"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Allies: [member="Nima Tann"]
Enemies: [member="Mullarus"] | [member="First Daughter"]

The broken voice of [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] came back, and the sound of battle echoed over the come before it went silent. The last thing Connor wanted was to break this concentration. Now, it seemed Nima had taken off to deal with the Acolyte.

Clenching his fingers into fists as they were so cold, he looked up through damp hair thanks to the moisture in the air from the light sleet and cold, and seeing the mute masked Sith still standing. Connor didn’t move to react, but he would if he had to, but now he was tasked with racing to help Thurion over the way, or help Nima.