Junction The Great Battle of Coruscant | Second Great Hyperspace War | Junction of GA-Selvaris, NIO-Raydonia, BotM-Shihon, SJC-Myrkr, AC-Ventooine

[Danika Leventis]

ALLIES: BOTM | NSO
ENEMIES: GA | NJO | SJC | NIO | AC | Any other Jedi-huggers
ENGAGING: Aeris Lashiec | Arlo Renard
GEAR:

Spoiler

Lightsabers
Force-imbued dual Phrik Blades
Phrik dagger
Dressed to kill
Company of Legion of Bone among which is the Ash Hellions - All led by General Samron Gerron
The Fortuna in orbit

O~~>CAUGHT IN THE FIRE<~~O​

The wind was out of Danika's sails.

The Presence of the Abyss receded as she just stood there while the other woman spoke to her. She barely paid attention to the words as a hollowness overtook her, the amethyst blade hanging helplessly at her side.

The damned Jedi and their meaningful philosophies.

Some of what the other woman said, however, broke through the cold void.

“Be strong enough to seize back the power to act for yourself and not because it is the will of some man who plays pretend in the Senate. What would the destruction of the Jedi truly give you?”

A cynical laugh escaped Danika's lips as she turned her teal eyes towards the Jedi.
"Oh my dear, you have it completely backwards. If you think I am subject to the senile whims of an old man playing at the Darkness, you are making a grave mistake. The Sith and their misguided machinations hold nothing for me. They are a means to an end. Nothing more. I am no Sith. Haven't been for almost two decades." she said.

As she spoke, the Force battered at her senses and she turned her attention to where Samron was facing the Padawan. The Falleen had had the upper hand, but the tables have turned drastically. The boy was no mere Padawan, it seemed. When she felt the life force slowly leeching from her dearest friend, panic struck at the Lady of Conquest.

Dropping the lightsaber instantly, she brought both her arms up coupled with an emotion-filled cry. The immense telekinetic Push she sent at Arlo Renard , was completely primal as she emptied her heart into it. The force of it ripped up the floor as it traveled with the speed of light toward the otherworldly being.

Falling to her knees and hands, Danika looked at the Hellions with dull, sea-green eyes, all her fire gone.
"Graves, get him out of here." she croaked, motioning with a shaky hand toward Samron, who had fallen to a crumpled heap to the floor. There were not many who had a place in Danika's heart, but Samron had a special one in it. The years spent working together, had cemented a bond of friendship that could not be broken.

She could not allow his death.

Even if it's just a mental one.

Turning her attention to the Consular once more as tears welled in her eyes, she remained on her knees.
"Please put a leash on your animal, and my men will stand down." she very nearly begged. She would stay for now, but most of her being wanted to accompany the Falleen back to the ship. But for now, she had to buy some time.

She just hoped Samron's damage was was repairable.

~General Samron Gerron~
Flanked by the Ash Hellions
12/12 Legionnaires ready to engage
192/192 Legionnaires in reserve​

What?

Samron watched in horror as the boy's limb was severed. He did not expect to succeed, but he did. Yet, success was short-lived. Somehow, the boy regenerated. And with it came feral action.

The Jedi lad renewed his onslaught with even more aggressive fervor than before. Samron's feet stood fast as he braced against the Force-induced slashes with his own blades. He needed a new plan, because clearly, blades could not harm this boy for long.

At the same time, he started to feel fatigued. Fast. His usual fast, calculating mind within a battle, felt almost sluggish. At first, he blamed the strain of keeping up with the unnaturally fast movements of his opponent. It took him far too long to realise what was happening.

Hands full and body strength failing while the Jedi seemed to be growing stronger himself, Samron wanted to order his men to engage, but failed to form the order over the comms.

His steps faltered and he would have been slashed into pieces if it wasn't for his armour protecting against it. As the darkness of a coma slowly started to take hold of him, he dimly heard both Danika's cry and the shot of a disruptor sounding off simultaneously as Prefect Graves fired at the boy.

The force of his Mistress' telekinetic power threw him from his feet as wll and the embrace of comatosis overtook him.

Nathan Graves, on the other hand, did not wait for Danika's order, but was already moving in the direction of his General's crumpled form. The Hellions moved with him, all weapons trained on the Jedi but not firing yet.
<Conquest, this is Carnage One. We need medical extraction at the temple, ASAP. Carnage Actual is down.> Graves said over the secure commline to the Fortuna.
<Copied, Carnage One. Extraction on the way in eight.>
<Copied. Carnage One out.> Graves replied before changing to local. <Aether, stay with Halo with three quarter force. Take half of the Hellions too.> he then told the Legate who had second command over the Company.
<On it.> came the reply as Graves and one other grabbed the fallen General.

This was a mess.

 

[Aeris Lashiec]

Danika Leventis // Arlo Renard

“Then why are you here?” Was all that Aeris would offer in return before she slowly let go of her wound to point her hand towards Kai.

It was strange to see someone so boisterous be so visibly shaken. This woman and her intense, teal eyes reeked of experience and yet in this very moment; fear. Whatever Kai had done forced her to take a step back. She wasn’t attacking Aeris, she wasn’t doing much of anything other than requesting… No, pleading that Aeris get her friend away from her soldier.

Aeris complied, or at the very least would do her best. A barrier slowly erupted between Kai and the Sith trooper with a measure of peace to help still the doppelganger’s mind.

“He is not an animal.” She gently reminded Danika with a glance. “He is an individual with quirks and flaws, good and bad instincts, same as you and me.”

“For what it’s worth, I am sorry that you felt the need to attack the library and archives. And I apologize that I assumed that I knew why you were here.”

That wall between Aeris, Kai, and the enemy stood. Aeris shot a quick glance towards the console.

81% and ticking.

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

M I S T R E S S
M A L C O N T E N T​

Location: the icky jedi temple
Enemy: jedi & also Jax Thio

The jedi blamed the Sith of murdering children…maybe other factions without the proper rule of an iron fist, but not her's. His account sounded exceedingly stereotypical. She wondered if he actually ever saw any of the accusations he holds against the Sith, play out before his own eyes. It all sounds like the propaganda that often gets back to her. The Mistress herself, she would never intentionally harm a child. Everyone is given a choice to join, although nothing good ever comes from choosing to remain enemies.

'Wait…aren't the jedi guilty of originally abducting their padawans from poor but loving families?' She decided not to get sidetracked into a conversation about that fact. It seems to Pom that Jax is confused overall when he is robbed of the chance to wave around his little laser-sword.

Death is a choice the Sith offer to any who are so deeply disappointed with the circumstances of their life; it’s hard enough to feed everyone and get all required work done to keep the ruling government operational. It is better to make room for someone else who intends to prosper civilization. It's just better for society as a whole. People are like cattle. She knew that many Sith are literally crazy, and even her mate warned of the type, but everyone is not guilty of the war crimes which Jax spouted. The jedi are said to have done such things as well. In the end however, it is all cookies or cakes with her, for she too recognizes she states blanket accusations regarding jedi.

'Maybe it is because of such unwavering misunderstandings, we are eternally bound to war?' she wondered, understanding that there are more unwilling to heal old wounds, than there are those vying for prosperity. 'The Fanged God clearly wants war to continue.' Pom wondered what Jax would do, if she did stop her game and approach him to simply talk. The Wanica spoke inside her head; they did not believe it a wise choice at all. Jax seems cool and focused. For a moment longer Pom mulled over the temptation to learn if it didn't first turn Jax's stomach to offer him her hand in a momentary truce. She figured he would recoil at the mere nearness of her for the opposing feel of her aura. It wasn't her ego that was bruised during their last encounter. He must be only hoping to catch her off guard. Regardless, her plot to eradicate the last surviving descent shred of her own soul took precedence over learning what Jax really wants. She is confident that Spasa will be finished once and for all right here and now. 'How could this home Spasa had made, still exist this long after her first proposed demise?'



The fog rolled in once again and the jedi temple screamed from within, as the Brotherhood of the Maw drew upon their resources to assault the jedi here in the galactic core. Pom felt the presence of the Darkside taxing the ever encompassing peace granted of the Light as paired engagements grew increasingly frantic. Soon enough Jedi could only be swayed to lose control of their emotions…

A strange and haughty beast unleashed to run rampant through the temple, crept past the threshed of the room where Pom faced Jax. The Nightsister immediately dispelled it with a wave of her hand. Her game with Jax is one more meant for sport. She did not wish to be robbed of her enjoyment, playing with her friends.

The fog carried through the surreal maze likened to encroaching walls, intent to force Jax deeper into it. If he would stand his ground, he would find that the Nightsister unleashed potions to be carried upon the mist. He would witness blinding pyrotechnics and feel the percussion if he remained still.​

 

[Rannan Kol]

Location: Coruscant, the Jedi Temple; Courtyard
Equipment: The Dark Sacraments, Apostles Vestments
Allies: The Maw
Enemies: The Jedi; Caltin Vanagor

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As Vanagor caught him by the throat surprise didn't register on Kol's features only anger. The Dark Rage was affecting the Dark Jedi now and while it did make him stronger, faster, etc there was no denying that drawing on that anger where Kol had initially been calm would affect his thinking to some extent. Even caught in Vanagor's grasp the Dark Jedi wanted to hurt his opponent and then he went crashing down...

Slammed down against the courtyard floor small spiderwebs would have formed beneath Kol. It was a key takeaway from this battle. Everything the Jedi Master did was strong. Vanagor was just naturally a large man, muscular and powerful and this translated over into the Force as well as exhibited by his use of it. Even as the dark side fed him Kol was learning, always learning.

Vanagor was learning too. No doubt. There was one thing the Jedi Master may not be noticing as well as he should have though.

Once Kol was gripped by the throat and slammed downwards he reacted quickly, almost as though on instinct. He'd used his non dominant lightsaber to snap a blow across the chest of Vanagor, it was the same lightsaber he'd used to make a quick attack on Vanagor's forearm as well. Now he attacked again. It was a simple maneuver really, Vanagor had grabbed Kol by the throat so the Dark Jedi sawed his lightsaber back; it would be as simple as dragging the lightsaber back over Vanagor's arm, likely over the bicep or elbow region. The inversion of the lightsaber in this case aiding the maneuver, potentially strengthening it.

A Counterattack. Kol had performed several of them already and the Dark Jedi had to believe only the Jedi Masters exquisite ability with the Force had saved him from grievous injury so far. Still the lesson was that Kol would capitalize on literally any opening his enemy left if there was one to capitalize on.

Even now, crushed down against the courtyard and rolling to one side after Vanagor had released him Kol was quick to rise to his feet due to the Dark Rage. The Dark Side of the Force was pumping through his veins, dulling any pain he felt so that he could continue to act and move without inhibition. Oh that wasn't to say that Kol wasn't hurting though; the Dark Jedi was bruised and battered, it wouldn't be a surprise if some of that bruising went all the way into some of his organs.

At this point one had to wonder how much longer the battle could go on before one of them fell.

Despite the rage Kol managed to speak....

"Look around you, while you fight me Coruscant burns. Your actions change nothing."

...and then he attacked again, just as Vanagor predicted he might. Of course Kol saw what Vanagor was doing. He recognized the practiced Soresu stance. If he'd only been using one lightsaber it would be easier to hold him with a tight defense, capitalize on any openings he left but with two Kol knew he could write the narrative to some extent.

Unlike previous attacks Kol changed his tactics to some extent. As he came at Vanagor he swept his non dominant lightsaber out ahead of him at Vanagor's midsection, letting the inverted blade flash from his left to right in a wide frontal arc so that its path would set it above his right hip as it concluded. The Dark Jedi knew that for Vanagor to block it he would need to reposition his own lightsaber, potentially leaving him open to another blow. Of the 'Dark Sacraments' the dominant lightsaber has whipped up and back around behind Kol's head so that as Kol slashed at the midsection with his non dominant blade the other was coming over his shoulder to descend into a diagonal slash. If Vanagor had repositioned his lightsaber to defend the diagonal slash would target the outside of his bicep, if not its purpose was to engage Vanagor's lightsaber and attempt to forcefully reposition it itself.

This quick flurry of attacks was made with purpose and misdirection in mind. As his lightsabers worked in tandem Kol did something he had yet to do. Instead of a completely frontal attack the Dark Jedi pivotted outwards on his left foot and launched himself into a spinning maneuver. Acrobatics were their own risk, of course which is why they needed to be set up perfectly. In this case Kol, his lightsabers engaging would actually whirl himself around Vanagor and away from his free hand seeing as how the Jedi Master seemed so apt to grab and punch at him with it in an attempt to come out around him on his own dominant side and at close quarters, his right leg snapping out in the process as he tried a quick sweep of the leg built upon the spins momentum to take Vanagor's legs out from underneath him...​

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Labyrinth of EEEEVVVIIIIILLLLL!!!!!!!
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Pom Stych Tivé

For the first time in their interactions, Pom was silent, it came almost as a surprise to Jax and a relief as well because he thought he was getting to her. Maybe the Jedi and Sith could move past their transgressions and actually stop the fighting, the war and genocide and work towards peace. Perhaps it was a lethal dose of optimism after the Strygan Campaign had filled Jax's mind with cynicism but given the massive loss of life in the GA and irate senators howling for the Jedi to face justice in the sea of war crimes real and imaginary they have committed during the war, it would be nice to try a different approach rather than the Jedi and Sith trying purge one another in hopes that one of them will be exterminated. The mist became thicker around Jax, screams began to fill the air. He frowned where the hell was he? It was certain that the Jedi was no longer at the Temple, Jax just wasn't sure if he was trapped under a powerful illusion or if he was transported another place entirely.

It did feel familiar though, the Jedi clenched his fists continuing to remain calm. He was alone now that much he knew all Jax had was the Force to guide him. Pom wanted Jax to trip up so she can attack, "stay calm" he whispered taking a step forward. "Strong focus on what you want." It was a mantra that he kept repeating ever since his failure against Pom. What he wanted was to serve the Force and its will, hate and anger were natural occurrences but what matters is that he doesn't give in to them. Jax continued to walk through the maze keeping a look out for any possible traps that Pom set up.

"I'm sure Pom has a lot of surprises for me." Jax mumbled focused on the misty maze.

 

[Atticus Draco]

W H I T E C L O A K
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
KNIGHTS OF THE EMPIRE
Imperial Knight Armour | Lightsaber
ALLIES: NIO
FRIENDLIES: GA, SJC, AC
ENEMIES: NSO, MAW, Ignatius Rausgeber The Mongrel

The cybernetic warrior moved to engage him head on from atop his mound of glop grenade residue. No impeding his way across the broken terrain. No, he was ready. In moments, blade met blade, and Aenarion was excited.

White Cloak had crossed blades with the lowest of Sith Disciples and even their Lords in the latter half of the Third Imperial Civil War. They’d often been boastful, underestimating the ivory clad warrior, not knowing that he was just as inclined to use the Dark miasmic energy that constantly permeated the physical world, as they were.

It took a proper Sith Lord to stop him in his tracks and break his body on Generis.

Simply to cross blades again years later, had been an unlikely outcome at that point in the war.

Blades found contact in the centre guard, and the dread blade pushed upwards, bringing his aggressing argent blade up into the air to carve a path through some of his metallic replacements.

In the clash of blades, Aenarion appraised his opponent. His strength, the cybernetics. The way the superheated metal still glowed, and the how it was already fused together in the wake of his sabers passing. He was quick to realize that the man was as much man as he was automaton, perhaps even more of the latter. Amusement curled his lips beneath the ivory mask. "The weak leading the weaker." Eyeing the duo from over his shoulder, he didn't notice when one of his digits bent inhumanly, but he did when he made to disengage from the blade lock.

The bottom half of his resplendent blade burst to life as the cybernetic warrior leapt past. In an effort to not letting him get away unopposed, the White Cloak pivoted, dropping down to a crouch and aiming a slash across his lower body as the Mongrel fled.

Rising up, "You prey on the weak, and run when Might arri-" His words were cutoff. In the midst of taking a step to a lower layer of glop, the speeder behind him ignited. In the split second of the danger sense's warning processing in his mind, his empty right hand raised. The Force emanated from it, translucent energy forming from his palm to protect him as he slowly twisted to face it. The explosion lit the block up, and Aenarion was thrown from his gloppy pedestal into the cracked street, head over heels.

Flames and fire licked at his clothing, but they did not catch. The armourweave padding was built to withstand the heat carried by blaster bolts. Had the kinetic force from the blast not thrown him away, he'd have to worry about the garments being fused with his flesh, rather than them catching aflame.

Superheated metal penetrated duracrete and left scarring furrows in the earth. Some shards, pushed past his hastily made defense. Sinking into and past the right side of his body and its padded vestments, as broken ground bruised the other half of his body. Somewhere nearby, his staff rolled off, deactivated without the constant pressure of his hand.

Pain was delivered in abundance.

The sharp pulsing pain as blood pumped towards open wounds, was impossible to ignore.

The Knight-Errant was no stranger to it. The heat and feel of a lightsabre cauterizing a wound had been like nothing he had felt before, when he had first felt an enemy's blade on Bastion. The heat from the explosion and fire was also the same, but it had not been hotter than the heat of re-entry within a broken fighter, passing through atmosphere. He knew pain, and had suffered from it. His purpose kept him going, to destroy the Dark.

Splayed out hands curled toward his palms, dragging at the ground before he found the strength needed to push from it. First a knee came up, then a foot bent, creasing his boot as he pushed into a bent over kneel. He wobbled and rose to his knees a moment later, his senses all the while... Searching.

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

M I S T R E S S
M A L C O N T E N T​

Location: the icky jedi temple
Enemy: jedi & also Jax Thio

Pom's voice echoed from all around the jedi knight, "What is it you want, Jax?" the echo reverberating, until the moment it would sound uttered as closely as if the witch were speaking directly into his ear.

"You cannot conceal yourself from me. I see into you. I know how desperately you seek power to alter your reality, to shape the galaxy around you. You watch in obedient silence and hopefulness, as everyone around you advances in rank, but deep inside you know that they are holding back on teaching you. The reason eludes you. But I understand that reason, Jax. Search your feelings now, and you too will come to conclude that you are not one of them. You have been born under a different star than the jedi. You have been formed out of a different construct. Let us unlock your potential together," she offered. Should he turn around, he would see Spasa standing inches from him, her eyes black as coals, again puppeteered by the Nightsister to seem in complete self-control.

"What lies have they told you, to cause you to be so afraid of what lay naturally beneath your surface?" spoke Pom's voice through Spasa.​

 

[Dimitri Voltura]

ALLIES: BOTM | NSO
ENEMIES: GA | NJO | SJC | NIO | AC | Any other Jedi-hugger
ENGAGING: Allyson Locke
GEAR:

Spoiler

In Bio
30x 20x Voxyn

Oo~DARKSIDE~oO​

“Don’t you Sith ever knock?”

The corner of Dimitri's mouth twitched in a semblance of a smile.
"I do apologise for the intrusion. I was in quite a rush. Your foyer roof caved in." he said, keeping his crimson eyes on the Jedi as she rose to her feet.

And sure enough, a whisper in the Force told the Dragon all he needed to know. Instinct took over and the Energy Vampire moved with lightning speed and ended up behind her just as she threw the bottle.

Predatory senses running in overdrive, he tracked the traces of the Force as the Jedi Master attempted to hide from him in it while moving through the office. Without hesitation, he struck. The draining of the Force came to the ancient being like breathing and he capitalised on that, attempting to slow the Jedi down and pull her back to the corporeal.

At the same time, he unclipped the saber from his belt and ignited the crimson blade.
"Do you always throw empty bottles at your guests? I find it quite rude." he said calmly. Not that he really cared what she did.
His predatory eyes caught a slight movement under the desk. The little droid was small enough that if Dimitri had still been standing on the opposite side of the desk, he would not have seen it at all.

His reaction was instantaneous. Merely lifting two fingers from his saber, he unleashed a short burst of Force Lightning straight at the droid, attempting to short out its circuits and disconnect it from the desk terminal.

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Labyrinth of EEEEVVVIIIIILLLLL!!!!!!!
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Pom Stych Tivé


"Do you now?"

At one point Pom could read Jax like a book, he was often hopped with anger and eagerness that it left him vulnerable to even the most basic of illusions. It was his recklessness afterall that caused Jax to nearly kill his first Padawan Aveline Cuiléin at the battle of Korriban. Despite Aveline forgiving him, Jax was still affected by what he had done and it haunted him for a long time. The Jedi sighed and let the painful memory pass through him, what happened was in the past and Aveline was safe out there somewhere. Still even when Jax was more impulsive, Pom still offered Jax something that he never wanted.

"I want to be a Jedi Master," Jax said. "It's something I wanted when I was a kid, the Jedi were the only family I ever knew. From the Silvers to New Jedi Order. At first It was just some cry for attention, that I felt that I needed to be stronger in the Force. But I realized that it's through wisdom and knowledge in the Force is what will make me a Master not raw power."

He looked up to the shadows above. "I know what I need to do Pom," Jax said. "And I know what I want: Peace."

What did Pom mean by born under a different star? Surely she meant about Jax calling himself a Maverick, he looked up at the darkness above as he kept walking. "You say peace a lie but right now it's an option you can't ignore," he said. "If you say I'm different from the other Jedi it's probably I'm considering that you and I should stop fighting and start talking. With this strike on the Jedi Order you just drew the attention of the Galactic Alliance. The Chancellor will now have a blank check and she's going to spend every credit finishing what she started on the Sith Order. You don't have to be doomed to destruction. We can end this destructive conflict and just leave each other alone!"

Jax sighed. "All you need to do," he said. "Is to stand down and please let go of Spasa."

 

[Aerith Krayt]

Objective 2:

Location: Coruscant
Equipment: In bio | Beskar Power Suit
Tags: Darth Insatious Cadere Shai Krayt Zoraya Ives-Ayres


Moving at these high altitudes, Aerith had thought herself safe from the Sith forces down below. This was proven to be incorrect however. While the Mandalorian had put a dent into some of the forces down below, her rampage had blinded her to another danger; flying projectiles. She had no warning either. One moment she was raining steel down upon her foes, the next, she felt an impact slam into her; hard. She tumbled, her suit beeping at her as the shield absorbed the kinetic impact, but the force and movement of her body knocked her flight path way out of line. Aerith tried to correct her trajectory, her weapons fire halting as she fought against physics now; a battle she was destined to lose. Aerith smashed through a window, her armor pulvarizing the measly frame, her body breaking through desks, chairs, and office cubicles, before she finally came to a halt. Wincing, she slowly rose up, taking into account the damage her suit had withstood, and was pleased that it hadn't been too bad.

But whoever the hell lobbed that chunk of brick at her wasn't going to be feeling the same.

Moving towards the rather large impact she had made, Aerith dialed through her vision modes, enabling the heat sensor, as she had a damn good feeling as to who had used her as target practice. The display highlighted the humanoid figures moving to engage Imperial forces, though the cyborg altered the size refence to fixate on something of a cylinder shape; and was rewarded with the hint of the sith within the trooper ranks. Highlighting the target with her visor, Aerith now had her foe pinned, and could only hope they weren't a coward.

Cycling to her concussion missile payload, Aeirth leveled the weapon back down towards the advancing Sith forces, and fired.

The rocket howled from her perch, slamming into the ground and unleashing a shower of debris and body parts. Aerith leapt, her shields powering back up, her thruster pack engaging as she fell through her manufactured smoke screen, and landed in the midst of her self made carnage soon after. Having cycled back to her concussion rifle as she fell, Aerith raised it towards her target and began to fire. The sonic blasts erupted from the smoke, scattering the obstruction long enough to reveal the advancing Mandalorian within.

This was where the fun began.

 

[Leon Gallo]

Revenant Seven
Shields: Full
Stealth: Disengaged
Fuel: Very Low
Tren Chaar Dani Stellaris Qellene Tyliame
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Return. Refuel. Regroup. Where was he supposed to refuel? The Temple was under siege, and all other hangars were too far. Enemy forces were here. The strange, spider-like drop ships of the Maw were descending on the Senate District in droves. Why was Tren so intent on fighting in Orbit instead of down here to protect civilians? Frustration building, Leon turned around. He could feel the death toll rising, like a swell in water behind a dam.

Revenant Seven descended in an angry charge. One of the Maw transports felt his wrath, it’s shields stripped away by a blast of Ion Cannons. Fire erupted from where the following volley of blaster cannon hit, though the mechanical beast did not fall. Now no longer concerned about his rapidly diminishing fuel, Leon whipped his X-wing around in a tight turn. Setting up for another run, the X-02 nimbly dodged the return fire being directed at it. This time, the material cannon at the X-wing’s nose opened fire in unison with the blaster cannons. Finally, the beast began to fall uncontrolled, fire erupting within it.

A harsh beeping alerted Leon to his situation: those maneuvers had cost him most of his fuel. The knight had to make a choice, for he wouldn’t be in the air much longer. He turned towards the temple, hoping he could make it into an open hanger. Even as he began to make his flight, he felt pulled to the Senate Building. Something drew him there through the Force, as though that was where he was meant to be.

With a sigh, he turned. Now angled towards the round silhouette of his new destination, Revenant Seven checked his instruments. The Senate building wasn’t far, only a few kilometers. He could make that easily with how much fuel he had left--

[Beep] [Beep]

The fuel ran out.
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Leon swore. He was still flying, though it could more be called gliding at this point. The X-wing’s repulsorlifts were still active, though they could only do so much without the speed boost from the engines. The Jedi closed his S-foils to give better lift and keep him going a bit longer. The Senate hall approached rapidly, the craft still carried by momentum, though it’s altitude was dropping rapidly. At this rate, he’d be on the ground a few hundred meters from the building.

Power transfers would be the only thing to save him at this rate. First all energy from the inactive stealth system were re-routed to the repulsors, then scanners. Weapons wouldn’t do much at this point, so they quickly followed. Anything to keep the ship in the air just a little longer. A blaster bolt shook the ship, stopping Leon from beginning to transfer power from his shields. Instead, the Pilot shut off his inertial dampeners.

He felt the sudden change instantly. Slammed back into his seat by the rapid speed he was travelling, Leon began forcing breaths in and out. The Senate hell was close now, only a few moments. Now was the most critical time. A single error would end with him splattered on the walls. A window was close to his trajectory, and it’d be his best bet.

The canopy was ripped away by the wind the second Leon popped it open. The Jedi struggled to keep his eyes open in the sudden rush of air and dust, but he forced himself to keep his eyes locked on his chosen window. One hand undid the straps keeping him in his seat, the other kept the X-wing as steady as possible. His heartbeat raced while he reached out in the force, hoping to find some way to help break the window. As he jumped, he focused on a small crack in the window, pressing on it with the full weight of the Force…

@Auteme Saan'an Gaelor Jacen Nimdok Romi Jade Coren Starchaser Rurik Fel
Darth Solipsis​

Shattering glass surrounded Leon as he leapt in. With barely an instant to register what was happening, he leaned forwards, trying to land in a roll. Pain shot through his body as his shoulder hit the ground, followed quickly by the rest of him.

“Kark, what worked!”

Checking to be sure his lightsaber was still on his belt, the Knight stood. Dull thumping now took the place of the soft pull in the Force. It came from deeper inside the Senate Hall, beckoning the Jedi forward. That was far from the only thing hounding his mind, as the dead mounted outside. They threw themselves at Leon’s mind like a surge of water against a dam. Cracks in that dam were beginning to form as the knight began running down a hallway, towards the Senate Chamber itself...

 

[Darth Senthral]

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Objective: Assist the forces at the Senate District
Nearby Allies: Darth Tennacus
Nearby Foes: Eina L'lerim-Vandiir and Geiseric (Engaging)
Weaponry: Crimson Cross-Guard Lightsaber "Hope's End", DL-22 Blaster Pistol, and the Dark Side

The battle came to in a flash, and as it did, so did the striking of 'sabers. Words rang out, calling down on his own useless bravado, and yet the taunt had brought in his enemy. It served all intents and purposes that simple words could yield. Senthral's 'saber was met by two opposing forces, one of great defense, and one of great offense, both wielded by one Jedi. Together they staved him off, and yet offense reared it's ugly head in the form of a piercing strike, the lightsaber sort.

With his own cross-guard 'saber he managed the time to knock the strike aside just barely, being grazed, shown by a searing slash that only touched the very edges of his armor. His flesh was safe, yet even so he felt the heat underneath the ultrachrome and durasteel. Alas it was of no consequence at that very moment, and even if it had been painful he'd simply go forth as always. So with his enemies 'saber away from himself he quickly used the force, a simple push to distance them momentarily.

Momentarily enough that he may jump forth with an overhead strike, though he knew it would be deflected, so he went on immediately with two more. One from his right, then another brought around to his left, then he forced a clinch. All so that he could lock eyes with the enemy, whether through helmet or no. "You are no fool to think true Sith would ever surrender. Though I wonder what manner of fool you are? Afterall, we are all fools following the tides we've set ourselves upon. I am Sith because only the Dark Side can offer me the freedoms I seek. What of your own ambitions?"

With that he broke the clinch, and yet instead of forcing inwards for another attack, he came back. To ready himself for retaliation, that of 'saber on 'saber, force on force, and hopefully a response to his own words. Not even the Jedi could fault Senthral for his oddly honorable habit. He sought to know whom he fought, the force could have them both see the sunrise tomorrow, or the sunset today. Though if not? He still wished to know whom he truly did battle with, and saw to slay.

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

M I S T R E S S
M A L C O N T E N T​

Location: the icky jedi temple
Enemy: jedi & also Jax Thio

"Of course, how easy for you," Spasa, Pom's twin in all likeness, -except for the seeming dead part,- was made to speak for the elusive witch. "You want me to stand down, and what does that merit me? I just don't see you as the government spoke's person type, Jax. I imagine, you're even greener than I am at sitting at the Galactic Senate round table; yes?' Oh yes, she said that and meant it. "You're going to need a new angle."

Pom never had him talking this much, almost as if pleading for Spasa's sake. She thought how to convince him otherwise. If she did not have such a rocky history with him, she might have been more amicable. He did afterall, surprise her with keeping his cool this round.

Pom continued to control her more evil twin. She could see that Jax would need a reason to fight this time around. From behind Spasa's back, her hand rounded, eliciting a loud crack as she unwound a barbaric chain sickle.

Still the fog brought with it disturbing and mesmerizing sensory effects, if Jax did not continue along the maze to avoid it.
​

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Labyrinth of EEEEVVVIIIIILLLLL!!!!!!!
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Pom Stych Tivé

"For one," Jax said sensing a disturbance in the Force. "It shows that you're capable of seeing reason and are willing to talk. A big reason why my comrades are dead set on killing you all is because you Sith are relentless like you are now despite your Empire crumbling."

There were some times in history that the Jedi and Sith agreed to a ceasefire but it didn't last long. Part of Jax hoped that now when the Sith are reduced to a small fighting force that perhaps they would care about self preservation. Given how the allied with the Brotherhood of the Maw and began to attack the Jedi Temple, it didn't seem possible due to the nature of the Dark Side but Jax had to try to reach out. "I hate politics," Jax said. "I believe the Chancellor has become overzealous in her quest to destroy the Sith. We may have the war but we've lost so many Jedi, Soldiers, and civilians alike. We have once again fallen into moral decay like the Jedi Order before us."

The Jedi sighed. "But we must stop this cycle of violence!" he declared. "And it starts with just standing down!" Jax removed his Lightsaber gently placing it on to the cold floor. "Pom," Jax said. "I won't give in and I think you know that. Whatever you mean by being born under a different star know this. I am a Jedi like my ancestors before me."

He heard loud crack and he sidestepped the large sickle. "Spasa," Jax turned around to see the twin and he lifted a hand freezing her with the Force. "Come on Pom," Jax said. "It's obvious you want me to kill her the same way you wanted me to kill Aveline Cuiléin . But why her? Unless....."

Jax frowned. "She looks like you," he said. "Spasa is your twin sister? That does explain why you came here. But why me? Why force me to kill this Spasa when you are more than capable of doing it yourself?"

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

M I S T R E S S
M A L C O N T E N T​

Location: the icky jedi temple
Enemy: jedi & also Jax Thio

'He doesn't know!' the Nightsister thought.

Pom watched Jax set down his lightsaber. The mist quickly concealed it, but she knew he could recall it into his grasp at will. The witch used Spasa to sting the weapon with the tip of her whip, to send it flying further into the maze. When Jax should call his weapon to return, it's distance shall buy Pom a few seconds anticipation. For the record, she is uncertain whether or not his intentions are pure.

Pom's head raced with selfish ideas of what she could gain by feigning to bury the past between herself and her mortal enemy. Hidden within the veil of the mists, Pom flew overhead and circled round the jedi. She reached into her suede purse and slid a thin wire ring onto her fingers, a small shard of metal, cured with dried potion turned in at her palm but extended away from her flesh. The shard on the band is long enough to pierce the flesh of another.

Pom held Spasa bound at the ready while she stepped out into the open, along the maze just in front of the jedi, the pyrotechnics not forgotten, pushing the group ever forward. The secretive purpose is to physically push away from the Ashla, while angels fought hard to gain the jedi's awareness.

"I do this for my children," she told Jax while she stepped out of the mist, a hand extended in greeting, visually diverting the shard from eyesight. She would ensnare him.

What he did not perceive correctly is, "Spasa however… you got it wrong. She is me."​

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Labyrinth of EEEEVVVIIIIILLLLL!!!!!!!
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Pom Stych Tivé

"Your children?!" Jax said staring at the frozen Spasa. "What did Spasa do to your-"

It was then that Pom stated that Spasa was her, the response was truthful and candid. The Jedi's blood ran cold with that remark "she's-" Jax eyebrows rose taking a small step back. "She's you?!" Jax's senses dulled for a brief moment but the Force managed to keep him active and alert. "I've heard of Dark Siders taking a piece of themselves and storing it in valuable locations. It's one way that they can say they achieved immortality."

But It wasn't true Immortality, if that item containing a person's soul was to be destroyed than the Dark Sider would be vulnerable. "But you haven't answered my question," Jax turned around to see Pom emerged from the thick mist her hand extending out. The Jedi marched towards the Nightsister sensing a disturbance in the Force. "Why did you choose me to kill yourself?" he said. "Or should I say: Your Lightside? If there's one thing I learned Pom is that the Dark and Light need each other. The Dark can't live without the Light and vice versa. It is what balances the Force to destroy a piece of yourself will lead you hollow for how can there be life without the light?"

Jax clenched his non-prosthetic arm and held it out for her to take. "I want you Pom," he began. "To come with me, come with me and we can end this conflict. Don't purge your lightside it'll lead down a dangerous path, if you care for your children don't throw your life away."

Jax gulped. "Please." he said again.

 

[Arlo Renard]

HUNGER.

Kai was consumed with it. He thought of nothing else but sating his need for energy. The general’s mind ran like a river into him, crashing and smothering him, and he loved it, all of it, down to the last drop—

He was flung violently backwards. The air grew hot, dust particles vaporizing, but the disruptor beam was blazing through the space where he had once been, not where he was. He steeled himself all the same.

His body crashed into the wall with bone-breaking force, but his hardened flesh absorbed the impact. Gravity dropped him to the floor, but before he could move, a metaphysical barrier sprung up between him and the Sith troops. He recognized Aeris’ signature, her speaking to the Sith lady.

Hunger remained, but Kai had taken enough to restore his strength. He rose to his feet, standing on the other side looking in at the scene. The soldiers were escorting the unconscious general away to receive medical treatment, while Aeris and the lady seemed to be caught in a stalemate.

Kai pressed his hands against the barrier. <Aeris, let me out of here.>

Even as he projected his thoughts to the Jedi librarian, his blue eyes were fixed on the Sith lady. He didn’t trust her to keep her word, not while Aeris’ attention was divided between the downloading data and keeping him “leashed”.

Aeris Lashiec Danika Leventis​

 

[The Mongrel]

Location: Coruscant, Senate District
Tags: Ignatius Rausgeber | Atticus Draco | Keilara Kala'myr

Spoiler: TL;DR

• The Mongrel suffers a minor leg wound when jumping away from Aenarion
• He comes under fire from NIO troops, and takes cover behind a bus stop
• Flanked by NIO troops, he cuts through the bus stop to surprise them
• He tries to kill as many as he can before Aenarion gets back in the fight

As The Mongrel leapt away from his explosive attack, his foe's saberstaff flashed again, a strike aimed at his lower body. Below the waist, the warlord was still largely organic, and thus more vulnerable to physical damage and pain. He was moving fast enough that the White Cloak's weapon only just nicked him, burning through his leatheris leg armor along the back of his left thigh and behind leaving a streak of angry red skin. The Mongrel gritted his teeth as he landed, hissing as the pain of the burn rippled up his leg... but he still came up on his feet.

And there was good news to greet him.

Based on her last transmission, Mercy was inside the 500 Republica. Though The Mongrel had no time to respond to her transmission - still locked in battle as he was - it brought a smile to the ravaged face behind his durasteel mask. The protectors of this world could try with all their might to stop them, but for every Mawite they brought down, another would make it through their defenses, a blade slipping between ribs to strike at the heart. Coruscant would remember this day with a shudder, and the Bastion Accords themselves would be shaken.

There was little time to dwell on successes, however, or to imagine the glorious carnage that Mercy was no doubt in the middle of wreaking. While Kerri and Ignatius scrambled off to obey his command, seeking some vehicle that could get them back on track toward their objective, the warlord scanned the explosion he'd created for signs of the white-cloaked warrior. The blast had interrupted the warrior's tiresome taunts about the Maw's supposed weakness and whatever else, but it was highly unlikely to have actually claimed his life. He'd be back.

And in the meantime, there were other foes to worry about.

Although it often felt as though the rest of the galaxy stilled during a clash of two rival champions, this was only an illusion, a trick of the mind brought on by hyper-focus on a single encounter. The duel between The Mongrel and the White Cloak was only one small part of the battle on this street, let alone across the planet, and none of it had halted on their account. Blaster bolts still flew as NIO troops opened fire on the warlord and his auxiliaries, trying to help bring them down. With his blaster pistol dropped, he couldn't return fire.

The Mongrel scrambled for cover, diving behind a bus stop.

It provided only temporary respite. The well-trained NIO soldiers fanned out, covering each other and watching their corners, moving simultaneously around both corners of the transparisteel bus stop to catch him in a crossfire. If he stayed where he was, they would shoot him dead, with no opportunity to attack or escape before they riddled him with blaster bolts. So The Mongrel improvised, as he had often done to survive. With a swipe of his dread blade he cut a messy line through the back wall of the bus stop, a ragged wound of dripping metal cut through colorful ads and graffiti.

Then, with cybernetic strength, he ripped through it.

Grabbing the molten edge he'd created, The Mongrel tore the back wall open in a long strip of metal, as if ripping the wrapping paper from a Life Day present. Just as the NIO troops rounded the corner and opened fire, he leapt through the opening he'd made, jumping the benches inside the bus stop. The heat of blaster bolts whizzed past behind him, nearly scorching the flesh and metal of his body once again... but he'd made it just in time. Rather than getting flanked, he burst into the midst of the squad that was dividing up to flank him, blade in hand and a warrior's fury in his heart.

"War! Death! Rebirth!" With each word of the battle cry, the warlord laid about himself with his dread blade, doing his best to cut down the soldiers all around him. It seemed that the White Cloak had been delayed, and significantly enough that he was momentarily out of the fight. That gave The Mongrel a moment to try to thin the opposition, giving Ignatius and his companion a chance to secure transportation without having the defenders blow their heads off. But the warlord was under no illusions - his mage-knight foe would be back, and soon.

Hopefully he could rack up some kills before then.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...​

Location: Coruscant - Jedi Temple - Courtyard

Spoiler: Lightsabers

"ELOAH" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)

Spoiler: GEAR

Comm-link, Rebreather, Custom Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added)Advanced Jedi Utility Belt

Spoiler: STARSHIP/COMPANIONS

Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Jedi Interceptor in landing bay, Dilorian and Bike both in cargo bay)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music"

Tag: (engaging directly) @Rannan Kol

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“I have the high ground…” -Master Obi-Wan Kenobi to Anakin Skywalker

“You can’t teach an old Aak Dog new tricks…” or phrases to that effect. The phrase basically refers to someone being “unteachable” over time because they were set in their ways. One might think that this was transferable even to Jedi, Dark Jedi, and Sith. The observation itself was Ronto(censored) as it had been proven wrong on a daily basis, and it lends itself to another phrase altogether “I told you so…”.

It was clear that Kol was being adversely affected by the Dark Side rage, a shame really. In this case, the Force was indeed holding him back. This fight was not only becoming predictable, it was becoming sad. The Dark Jedi Master seemed to be no longer acting coherently, almost as if there was someone else inside his head. Another slash across his chest and arm? He was too smart to go to the proverbial well too often like this, it was empty. Tutaminis protected him from any real deep damage, but his arm was cut open, as the Force went back to work, he simply looked around.

Coruscant was being attacked in full force, yes, but the combined forces are defending. Either way, the big guy’s focus was on the Jedi evacuating and helping ensure their ability to. Of course, Caltin just wrote off the comment as another angry attempt at getting into his head, a shame. The big guy could tell that Kol had a plan in his mind once he had noticed Caltin falling into his defensive stance. His attack was creative and effective. No, he did not land any hits, but that was not because of his change in mindset and focus. It was because the big guy had leaped over him twisting and landing where Kol once stood.

He wasn’t one for “cat and mouse” but there was no defense to Kol’s move.

Coruscant burns? No, just you.

He didn’t move, he just eyed his foe and slowly attempted to ignite the air around him through the Force. The effect would not be devastating, but more to further test his resolve, the Dark Jedi Master was succumbing to his rage, would he fall further? Only time will tell, in truth, Caltin didn’t want it to happen, not that he wanted to save Kol or turn him or anything, he just felt that the man staring holes in him was better than the road he was taking.

A shame.

It was amazing how the dynamics of a clash can change over the course of it. Initially, Caltin looked on at Kol like someone too dangerous to be allowed to escape, gradually it morphed into what it is now. It was not a victory in the massive Jedi Master’s mind anymore to defeat this opponent. He was not facing an opponent at his best. He was facing an opponent at his worst.

When Kol would attack, any move he made would (hopefully) be slowed by a gust of gale force (no pun intended) wind, not stopped, slowed.

You’re slowly becoming less and less of a challenge...

... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.

 

[Rannan Kol]

Location: Coruscant, the Jedi Temple; Courtyard
Equipment: The Dark Sacraments, Apostles Vestments
Allies: The Maw
Enemies: The Jedi; Caltin Vanagor

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The Dark Rage was guiding Kol now. He'd attacked with fury, the 'Dark Sacraments' wielded as a flurry but the Jedi Master was nowhere to be seen. Vanagor had leapt over Kol, leaving the Dark Jedi to complete what was a practiced and deadly combination of maneuvers as he swung around to face the Jedi who had traded places with him. The 'Dark Sacraments' became a flurry of motion again, whirling around the Dark Jedi in a pattern again and it appeared as though he was going to attack....

...then he stopped.

As Kol stared across at Caltin Vanagor it was clear that the Dark Jedi was full of rage but then strangely the Dark Hunter that had entered his mind started to subside. Kol swallowed his rage and the signs of the Dark Rage started to abate. Even as Vanagor began to ignite the air around him it appeared as though Kol was regaining control.

As the heat hit him, the air igniting it appeared as though Kol was gritting his teeth. The heat caused him to narrow his eyes. It irritated his skin, his mouth was dry.

It was incredibly difficult to swallow the Dark Rage, Kol shuddered and and shook even as the Gale Winds that Vanagor started to conjure struck him. If he had attacked he would have been slowed but no attack came. Maybe Vanagor could see the internal struggle in Kol but when the Dark Jedi finally stilled again that calm he had begun their fight with had returned.

The Dark Jedi raised an arm to shield his features from the winds, the heat from them feeling intense. Lowering the 'Dark Sacraments' the lightsabers deactivated and he stepped back once....

"Fate is mysterious."

...he lamented...

"The Dark Hunter would have me wear your skin, Jedi. I would wash myself in your blood."

...but Kol no longer wished to wax poetical or talk in riddles. Up above them the heavens were on fire, hundreds of ships were engaged and thousands of lives were being lost. In the streets the Sith and the Brotherhood ran rampant, killing and maiming. Innocents and defenders alive would be dying but Jedi like Vanagor would content themselves with the idea that the dead would be one with the force at least. Pathetic.

An unhinging smile curved up the corners of Kol's mouth as he went on...

"No more blustering talk."

...the Gale Wind actually pushed him back another step or two, Kol wasn't attempting to fight it either. Not yet. As he took another step back Kol would remark....

"This meeting was no mistake. We shall meet again after today, many times I think. Pride come before the fall, Master Jedi."

...there was another irony too, perhaps Vanagor would notice it as well. When they first entered the Courtyard Vanagor's back was to the Temple now they had switched places, Kol taking the Jedi Masters place with the Temple behind him and Vanagor down in the courtyard proper.​