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Faction The Axe Forgets [The Open Hand]

Arkana Io

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Location: Western Entrance, Dalna Temple - Dalna
Dialogue Legend: <<Technopathy Link>> │ “Verbal”
Objective: Sack the Temple
Tags: Prodigy Prodigy Percival Io Percival Io Hjin Arokest


<<That’s not what I was referring to, Sister,>> Percival said as he crossed the threshold into the temple. His photoreceptors picked up on heat signatures belonging to various life forms. Small life forms.

Children.

<<Oh.>> Arkana blinked, annoyed at her own obliviousness. However, the Chaplain had little time to stew in her embarrassment as her photoreceptors picked up the small heat signatures hidden within the room as well. Suddenly it all made sense, their presence explaining why the Jedi from before had fought with such aggression.

<<They didn’t know that we were coming, or at least, they didn’t anticipate that we would get this close so quickly.>> Arkana added after her brother warned her of the younglings’ presence, along with their potential danger. For a moment, the Chaplain contemplated turning down the power setting on her whip, but she quickly decided against it. Even so, Arkana knew that she would have to be delicate. A weapon intended to stun healthy adults was sometimes fatal when utilized on small or frail beings the likes of children and the elderly.

After her brother had opened the door, Arkana followed him into the room and readied her whip. Then, with a wide, flowing arc, she lashed towards one of the younglings who had taken shelter behind a small crevice in the wall. However, in spite of the fact that his body was largely obstructed behind the barrier, the gynoid’s strike had been delivered with such precision and finesse that it caught the side of his right arm, tearing through the youngling’s robes and rendering a gash upon the flesh that caused him to collapse, an agonized cry tearing from his throat in the process. Immediately, Chaplain brought her tangle pistol up and squeezed the trigger, ensnaring the youngling’s small form within the discharged net.

All the while, her brother had yet to move.

Before she could act to counter, a desk was hurled with violent telekinetic force towards Percival, casted with such extreme force that it smashed the Chaplain through the wall.

<<Brother!>> Arkana transmitted, her tone carrying a mix of panic and concern. Simultaneously, she pulled her helmet off of her head and let it drop to the floor. Immediately, she decided that she would no longer pull her punches more than was necessary. The children had revealed the true extent of their strength, now she would reveal some of her own.

Without warning, the gynoid’s mouth opened and a scream tore free from her throat. With it, an invisible wave of sonic energy tuned to a low power output was projected across the room so that it might affect all of the younglings inside. However, it was focused primarily towards the one who had hurled the desk, to such an extent that he was sent flying back towards the chair behind him. A second later, she unleashed another scream, causing the banners which had been hung on the walls to fall as various objects were sent flying across the room. Then, the gynoid fired her tangle pistol at all of the younglings she could see, immediately ensnaring four more within two seconds. A few moments later, she glanced down at the small form of the youngling who had sent her brother crashing through the wall. The sonic wave she had unleashed upon the child in retaliation for delivering the attack had left him bleeding from his nose, mouth, and ears.

In only a millisecond, Arkana knew that he was dead.


 
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Ziso suddenly leapt onto the scene, quickly dispatching one of the Jedi. It gave Prodigy just enough of a distraction to sever the hand of the other Jedi. He then delivered a heavy, metallic kick to his chest, causing him to launch back into one of the benches, unconscious, "Your theatricality is noted." He said to Ziso. On one hand, unamused, on the other, he couldn't help but respect a bit of flair.

Some of the others entered soon after. Prodigy raised his stump of an arm when prompted by Tamami and Hjin, "Ha." The droid deadpanned, "I will make do. Something to upgrade for the future." He was strong, quick, and intelligent. But he wasn't exactly a perfect Force-user killing machine. Yet. "We have done well to get this far. Our goal is within reach." Prodigy concurred with Hjin. Then, commotion from another wing of the temple stole his attention, "Come."

Prodigy would follow the noise and into the chamber of younglings, where Percival and Arkana had engaged them. Lethally, he noted, in some cases. The machine felt a moment of conflict, and annoyance, "Io? Cease this at once!" He moved to step between them and the children, stooping down to Arkana's level, "You know why we are here. They are needed alive. Control yourself, android, or I will do so for you." His ire was genuine, and stern.

The remaining children had huddled away, frightened by the attackers that had now killed peer and mentor alike. An uphill battle, Prodigy knew. But even in his cold, calculative ideology, he had a soft spot for children, "The young and fearful. Taken away, indoctrinated by liars and zealots. You can't have known better. I'm sorry," He knelt down, and spoke to the younglings. Some backed away, others waved their training sabers to try and ward him off. But the droid was undeterred, "Let me help you…" As he spoke, he activated a gas grenade on his waist. He then spoke once more, his voice only audible to those with communicators, <Keep moving. The reliquary should be in the lower level. I will be done here soon.> Then, the grenade exploded in a cloud of pale purple, which would begin to cause any organics in the room to fall unconscious.
 

Arkana Io

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Location: Youngling Class Room, Dalna Temple - Dalna
Dialogue Legend: <<Technopathy Link>> │ “Verbal”
Objective: Sack the Temple
Tags: Prodigy Prodigy Percival Io Percival Io Ziso Kus Ziso Kus Tamami Hjin Arokest

There was one more.

Arkana made her way further into the room, until she came up on the last youngling, who had been hiding behind a desk. The body was now laid out on the floor, with one side of the head reduced to little more than chunks of brain tissue, skull fragments, and gore, while the other side was left largely intact, albeit with a glassy gaze in the remaining eye. The scene was as if a tiny explosive had blown open their skull, which was not dissimilar to what had actually occurred. Her sonic attacks had caused the youngling’s head to explode, which Arkana immediately realized upon seeing the intact side of the head and thereby, deducing the body’s species.

A Bith.

Slightly annoyed (but also gratified) at her mistake, Arkana gave a short huff, before turning back to begin the process of disarming and drugging the stunned, ensnared younglings. At the very least, she had managed to capture five out of the seven, which the gynoid didn’t think was a bad performance, all things considered.

She could have easily done worse.

By the time Prodigy walked into the room, the Chaplain had disarmed and drugged one of the captive younglings, injecting them with a low dose of AXC. She glanced up, initially believing that the war droid would be happy with her work, but almost immediately, the disgust and annoyance in his manner told her otherwise.


Prodigy would follow the noise and into the chamber of younglings, where Percival and Arkana had engaged them. Lethally, he noted, in some cases. The machine felt a moment of conflict, and annoyance, "Io? Cease this at once!" He moved to step between them and the children, stooping down to Arkana's level, "You know why we are here. They are needed alive. Control yourself, android, or I will do so for you." His ire was genuine, and stern.

“The situation is well under control. Save for two, all of the younglings are stunned and immobilized. They aren’t going anywhere.” Arkana stated, her tone almost impassive, yet carrying some amount of annoyance. “This was never going to be a clean operation. Combat by nature is chaotic, unpredictable, and dangerous. You knew what this mission would entail when we set out on it. We all did, in fact. And now, just as we’re on the precipice of achieving victory, you suddenly have reservations?” The Chaplain hissed, her own ire rising to the fore as the sounds of wailing children carried across the room.

“Tell me, what Jedi did you allow to degrade your conviction?”


 
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Percival staggered to his feet amid chunks of plaster and duracrete—just in time to see Arkana unleash the sonic organ in her throat upon the younglings. His eyes widened and he rushed forward, but it was too late.

The room was filled with the agonized screams of deafened children with bleeding ears. Not even the net gun could silence them. Percival staggered in, his gaze fixed on the corpses of the two younglings who had been killed. He had seen this sort of thing before; the tyranny of the Cult back home meant that they carried out their sacrifices in full view of the public. Percival was helpless to stop them, hampered by his programming and the computer logic of knowing he could not possibly take them all down alone. But this was a situation where he was supposed to have control over the outcome. By failing to stop Arkana, he shared in the blame for their deaths.

Prodigy stormed into the room not long after, sternly rebuking their efforts. Arkana started to argue with him. In the meantime, Percival turned toward the captured younglings, scanning them for injuries. One was beginning to suffocate in the too-tight grip of the net. Percival dropped to one knee and began tearing through the cords with his bare hands.

“This was never going to be a clean operation. Combat by nature is chaotic, unpredictable, and dangerous. You knew what this mission would entail when we set out on it. We all did, in fact. And now, just as we’re on the precipice of achieving victory, you suddenly have reservations?”

The youngling was not breathing by the time he was freed. Percival lowered his mouth to his, forcing air into the boy’s lungs. No sooner had the child coughed and begun to breathe again, Prodigy gassed them all into unconsciousness.

“What Jedi did you allow to corrupt your conviction?”

Arkana!” Percival snapped. He was carrying the body of the boy, whose breathing was still shallow. “Enough, Sister. Prodigy is right. It was our mission to capture the Jedi. You managed to nonlethally subdue a Jedi Master, but couldn’t manage a few children without killing two?” Nearly three, if he hadn’t intervened. “This was a disgrace. Don’t let it happen again.

Without waiting for a response, he left the room, carrying the boy and one other child with him.

 
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Xandyr remained beyond the temple walls. He was away from small tight corridors with Jedi Knights and away from the strife within the team heading deeper into the temples.

Low down, in the long grass, he waited in silence with his long pulse rifle. The disruptor was effective enough, but he had two rounds at his belt that he would only load if he had to.

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Each was mounted with a stun round that was tipped with a taozin nodule. To catch a jedi by surprise required two things: keeping your own mind as free of intent as possible and a round that was harder to detect in the Force.

If Xandyr focused on his target as he pulled the trigger they would react, regardless of the taozin nodule in the round.

No jedi came into the line of sight of the disillusioned sun guard mercenary. Instead another small group of temple guard rushed across open ground.

Xandyr let out a slow breath and applied pressure until the trigger went off. The guard at the back of the group vanished in a dark cloud as the disruptor round ended his existence.
 
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Prodigy was trying to ignore Arkana as they finished securing the room, but his patience wore thin. Just as he turned around to face her, Percival spoke up on his behalf, chastising his fellow Io for her execution. He and Ziso then left, leaving the group with unresolved tension.

Prodigy stepped slowly toward Arkana, “You question my conviction? When you are the one incapable of subduing a room of children in accordance with mission parameters?” His deep, droning voice hissed with dissatisfaction.

“Do you think we do this to fulfill your personal vendetta? To slake your lust for blood? Do you think anyone would rally to our cause if we butchered every ill-fated child who stumbled across our path?”

Prodigy swept a hand towards the unconscious, “These younglings are exactly the kind of people I do this for. And if we’re lucky enough, none of these will need to be used for the next step of our plan.” Perhaps not all of the Open Hand would agree with him. But his vision went beyond wanton destruction.

“War is chaos. Which is all the more reason to control your emotions. I would think a machine would understand that better than the organics. But you seem intent to double down on your mistakes.” It would have been one thing had she been repentant for the destruction. But she instead chose to challenge him on it instead. “Heed your comrade, Arkana. Or start considering a new line of work.”

With nothing left to say, Prodigy walked past her and down toward the reliquary. By now, much of the temple was in blazes, and many of its Jedi were beaten or otherwise preoccupied with the rest of the Open Hand’s forces. As such he was largely unchallenged reaching the end of the vault. Various treasures decorated the shelves and pedestals, but he walked past all of them, stopping at the back wall. It was decorated in a mosaic depiction of ancient Jedi, but revealed nothing on the surface. Which was why Prodigy raised his fist, and punched it through the stone. The mosaic gave way, revealing a hidden alcove, within which rested a dusty, sickle-like rod. It was engraved with indecipherable iconography lost to time, and housed a pale glowing gem.

<...The Rod of Ages has been located.>
 
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