Skirmish THE BANNERLESS | Jedi Raid of TSC Held Tython

[Eurydice]

Diogo
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As Diogo’s proboscises fell away, so too did Gaspar fall. With his wings broken, the raven landed unceremoniously on the ground in a pile of squawking black feathers.

None of it reached Eurydice. She was trembling, terrified of Diogo, terrified of what she was doing. It was beyond her control, the Dark side of the Force using her as a conduit to employ its very nature: destruction.

The Jedi took a step forward. Then, he too faltered to his knees as the nightmare took hold.

The pitch of his voice - Mom, Dad - became boyish and raw. It made something almost physical lurch in Eurydice’s chest. Her mother had died giving birth to her, but she still presumably had her father. After being given over to the Seers at a young age, she’d only seen him a few times since then.

And never, after she’d been taken by the Sith.

Visions of another life flicked past her mind's eye, unbidden and without context. Snippets of Diogo’s worst moments made her feel sick; not just for their grim content, but because it was something intimate that she was never meant to see.

Little dark clouds still wavered at the edge of her vision. One hand pressed to the wound in her abdomen, failing to stifle the blood flow. The other reached into the breast of her robes, withdrawing a shakily held knife.

Scooting on her knees, Eurydice began to crawl her way towards Diogo. Then, in that same pathetic, tortured voice with which he called for his parents, he apologized.

Not to her, maybe. Perhaps to the purple haired woman she’d seen flashes of.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I never…meant to…I don’t want…”

Cool steel would try and press itself against his throat, but no pressure yet. Eurydice bid herself to be strong, to complete this in one in fell stroke.

 

[Tamsin Starfall]

Theme: Back From The Dead
OBJ: Station Sabotage
Equipment: Twin Omens | Multi-Tool | Stars Enchained | Mind Crown | Wrist Lanvarok
Tags: Corazona von Ascania | Sethran Solivar

Sethran Solivar​

Steam rolled out from the corridors Cora had disappeared into. As it rolled out into he cold corridor it began to freeze into crystalized droplets. The sound of small crystal droplet's hitting the iced covered floor could be heard in the small mounts of silence between the Jedi and child.

The Jedi spoke his pities and sympathies to the child as she fought against her restraints fear in her eyes. He peeled the metal from the wall and threw them in her direction as they wrapped around her hands retraining her even more. Deep fear set into the childs eyes as he locked her hands in place.

The cold got deeper the ice forming around the metal that trapped the girl. The cold metal bit at her skin through the cloak she was wearing. With heavy breaths steam left the lips into the air. The girl spoke through chattering teeth then as he told her to fight the Demon.

"Why are you doing this to me? The Demon isn't here now."

She still fought against being pinned as tears rolled down her face. Her feet shuffled this way and that as she tried to get some leverage. Her leg movements twisted and contorted as she seemed to fight against the restraints.

"She left….."

The Girl paused as her tears slowly turned to ice as they slid down her face. The crystals from the steam behind them began to move and form up onto each other. Building up into a structured replica of the girl behind him. Then it solidified into a perfect duplicate of the girl, or was she the real deal. One of the two was a Dopplegänger, the one that had formed behind him pulled its saber with a violet snap-hiss from within its cloak.

"Then again maybe I haven't?" The one from behind spoke and glided across the floor at great speed the violet saber slashed for Sethran's lower back from right to left. "You will have to pin more then my arms and hands to stop me!" She spoke with wild confidence, because she had learn a long time ago to use her whole body as a conduit for the force.

Corazona von Ascania

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Nyto eyed her missing arm a bit longer, hungering for the pain she could once feel. As the young Jedi wondered why she wasn't protecting the girl right now. Though she thought she had already answered that question before ethe Jedi even asked. The girl was a puppet of the demon.

"Chains, restraints the command of the voice. The Demon and the girl are entwined, and I cannot disobey."

The human ghostly image spoke to the jedi. Not sure if she understood, she didn't have free will and the Demon and the Girl though distinct were so entwined she could not disobey. As the Jedi went on about how the one she was tied to that the demon now knew of was dead to her.

The apparition tilted its head to the side slightly.

"Hmm, then I guess he is dead." Nyto said calmly and coldly as she knew well enough unless someone served a purpose, their life was forfeit. This Jedi had just signed this person's death warrant in the Demon's world view.

The apparition then quickly blinked back away, putting a bit of distant between her in the Jedi as she raised her one good arm and from it sprang forth more lightening bolting for the Jedi. She would have to play this game a little more defensively with one arm and no weapon to block the Jedi's saber.

"Let's finish this!" The apparition Screamed.

 

[Diogo]

Eurydice​

Something happened.

Call it survival instinct. Call it divine intervention. Force, maybe Diogo finally awoke a dormant strength, or inner peace, or some other gaudy thing that let him overcome.

Either way, the bloody Spear of Ashla flew into his hand. All at once the nightmare shuttered and the images faded, as the light robbed the dark side's power over him. His mind, such as it was, was his own again.

Diogo's eyes open, blinking as they adjusted to the harsh light. Still on his knees, he was practically eye-level with the girl, given their drastic height disparity. She was whispering something, an apology it sounded like, when he felt cold steel press against his throat.

Was she apologizing for intruding into his mind? Had she seen? Everything, raw and laid bare? Shame burned his cheeks red. Nobody, not a single soul in this whole god damn galaxy, had been in his mind like that. Seen what he had seen. Felt what he felt. And now he felt... kinship? No, that was wrong. But it was like some disgusting connective tissue had formed between them. His spine ran cold, both refreshing and inhospitable.

She hadn't killed him yet. Diogo could strike if he wanted to. She was already weak, bleeding out. But his desire for vengeance had fled him, chased away by old memories and a strange tenderness.

The Spear of Ashla clattered to the floor then. His large paw of a hand slowly rose and fell softly on hers that held the weapon. It just rested there, leaving her free to do as she wished. Whatever she decided, she didn't have to do it alone.

"It's alright," he whispered, aware his words could mean any number of things. He meant them all.

 

[Eloise Dinn]

Eloise was a bit disappointed. Far from the beefed up security she had been told to expect, she encountered minimal resistance to her intrusion. Maybe the guards were busy elsewhere; there certainly were a lot of Jedi involved in this mission. Regardless, she was able to retrieve the stolen goods with relative ease.

She was walking back, a crate balanced on one shoulder and a duffle bag dangling from her other hand, when she sensed great anguish and torment. Diogo was in trouble.

She turned in the direction of where she had last seen him, then hesitated, hefting the weight of her loot. With a sigh, she set the crate and bag down on the floor of the hangar and broke into a sprint toward the source of the despair.

By the time she arrived on the scene, Diogo was on the verge of helping his foe plunge the dagger in himself. Eloise's eyes widened at the shocking sight, then narrowed.

For feth’s sake…

Baring her teeth in a snarl, Eloise launched herself at his opponent. The chick didn’t look like much, which meant either she was deceptively strong, or Dio was even more of a jobber than she remembered. Either way, Eloise’s attack vector was the same. She ignited her lightsaber and swung up, aiming to slice off the Sith's blade-wielding arm, then impale her through the chest.

Diogo Eurydice​