Faction The Great Escape

[Sophelia Ardemark]

It was chaos. Doors opened. Swaths of prisoners moved out, a guttering of hope in their eyes. Panic. Confusion. Soph raised her voice. "That way! Follow the others. My name is Sophelia and we're here to get you out!" Worried eyes briefly dragged on Isar as he came from around a corner. He looked like he'd seen a ghost.

'What?'

But her attention shifted just as quickly as a young girl about her age stumbled forward. Soph quickly wrapped an arm around her too-thin waist and began tugging her along with the throngs of others. Reaching deep in the force, she projected a wave of force valor to the others. The prisoners. Isar du Vain Fiona Tierney She couldn't push it to Connel Vanagor . She couldn't reach that far.

The Force swept outward from her in a quiet wave, catching the fleeing prisoners before exhaustion could overtake them. Heavy legs found new strength. Panicked breaths steadied. Fear still lingered, but not enough to stop them. Their pace quickened as though some invisible weight had finally been lifted from their hunched and narrow shoulders.

The sounds of those hounds from Varin Mortifer echoed through the corridors of the prison as they made their way back to the ship. Blast door after blast door. Soph's blood chilled but she maintained her concentration. Knowing she would've felt even more trepidation had it not been for the valor. Not been for that determination to save these people. To do something more than she'd been able to do before.

When the doors opened on one Kassim Veyr , he was in danger of being trampled. "Fiona - can you deal with that?" Soph shuffled left with the flow of people and kept going. Sensing something worse ahead. She silently urged the wave of valor forward - enough to part the bottleneck of prisoners as she broke free of the crowd and into the hanger.

Soph gently slipped the weight of the girl she'd been helping to another. Fingers withdrew the beskar baton from her waist - the column extending into a staff. She pointed it at the golden armored God standing between herself and their ship. A threat and a promise.

"Don't you think you've done enough? Hurt enough? Leave them alone." Masked in a sense of false bravado hanging on by a thread, she stepped forward. Putting herself between the prisoners and the Golden Emperor of the Sith Covenant. A pulse of directed force light erupted from her toward Meliant , blinding and burning in nature.

 

[Meliant]

TAPANI SECTOR
PRISON CAMP - HANGAR OF THE ESCAPE

Attn: Sophelia Ardemark Isar du Vain
CC: Fiona Tierney Connel Vanagor Varin Mortifer Kassim Veyr

Meliant didn't have to stare down the bedraggled masses for too long. A pretty little Jedi woman came up to the front. No, she didn't have a lightsaber, but you can assume these things. She was joined by a pink guy with dilated eyes and the sort of mustache that implied he was not welcome within proximity of school zones.​

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Jedi and charity cases. Name a more iconic duo. Well, aside from Jedi and scolding, which she proceeded to do.​

"Don't you think you've done enough? Hurt enough? Leave them alone."

Meliant laughed at her.​

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"I wouldn't have to do a damn thing if you losers hadn't popped in," He was fiddling with the tip of his sword, the way a billiards player dusts off the tip of their cue, "But fine, since you're asking..."​

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She was waving some kind of beskar baton-staff at him. Meliant thought he might have a few of those in the trophy vault. He pointed at it. An invisible noose tightened around the shaft. He swished his finger one way, then another, like a conductor, and the staff jerked about at his direction: first it'd smack Isar in the face, then back around to Sophelia.​

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Probably wouldn't do much more than bruise skin and ego. Then again, it was beskar...​

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Meliant was still laughing at this slapstick routine when his whole world erupted, unprompted, with radiant light. He felt it. Every particle. It was like having a body again, and every inch of skin scoured. ​

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He hadn't felt such a thing since Humbarine - only this was worse. Far worse. The fire he could get used to - this was anathema. Opposite. There was no reasoning with it. The Emperor shrieked - a sound not unlike a kicked animal - and took a stumbling step backwards, managing to fall off the side of the boarding ramp with a cacophonous thud. ​

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From that crumpled, beautiful, golden heap, dark wisps of smoke rose.​

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It seemed he wouldn't remain down there for very long.​

 

[Kassim Veyr]

Sophelia Ardemark Isar du Vain Connel Vanagor Meliant Varin Mortifer Fiona Tierney

Kassim felt a small ripple in the force at the presence of Tuk'atta hounds, sensing that they were still far off in the distance. Just as he leaned past the doorframe to check the hallway again, his eyes went wide. A literal stampede of panicked prisoners came around the corner, fleeing the hounds following behind them with reinvigorated strength.

He ignited his saber and sliced cleanly through the first two men who ran up on him. But there were far too many to handle alone as he was bulldozed, boots and sandals slamming into his chest, stomach and face as the mob went past. He scrambled sideways, rolling into a small recess near the sentry station to avoid getting trampled to death.

Kassim pulled himself up against the wall and wiped the streaks of blood from his cheek, feeling the boot impression carved on his face. "Well...that just happened." he directed the force into his legs, sprinting down the corridor after the fleeing crowd before they could scatter into the surrounding landscape. He managed to make his way to the landing platforms just in time to see Emperor Meliant being turned into dust by Force Light.

He jumped over the railing not a second later, landing with a noticeable thud to draw the attention of Sophelia Ardemark and Isar du Vain nearby. "You end is nigh certain, infidels" he said with confidence, silently cheering himself on for using such a brilliant line. He outreached his hand, and force lightning came forward in blinding arcs. ​

 

[Varin Mortifer]

VARIN MORTIFER

Equipment: Durum Mantle | Black Blade of Chandrila | Eye of The Dragon | Heavy Sith Mace | Cross Guard Broadsaber | Wyrmfang​

The Tuk’atta jumped over each dead body. Their legs propelling them at a great speed to quickly begin catching up to the intruder. Varin moved with his shock troopers into the room, his gaze piercing into the veil of the force, allowing him to see things most would not normally see.

“Medic. Check in on some of these bodies. With how many have been carved through we will need every man we can muster.”

Varin’s voice echoed through the comms of the troopers as they passed over each body.

“Of course my Lord.”

The medic responded with little hesitation as he began checking the various bodies around them.

Varin continued forth as some troopers began inspection, following their orders that they were directly given from the large Sith.

POV: Sinew

Sinew lead the pack, the larger of the Tuk’atta, following the scent of lightside blood. Her force connection to her master was strong. Strong enough that she knew what Varin would want her to do and she could easily act and think on her own.

But something felt off…

Her panting grew louder as the pack drew nearer to Connel. Likely he could hear their claws scraping and digging into the duracrete and their pants as they maneuvered down the halls.

Sinew’s senses commanded her to stop. Something within the force commanding her to go back to her master. Her claws scraped along the floor causing the pack to skid to a stop as well. A sharp huff and a snarl made her orders clear. Continue pursuit while she returned to her Master.

The Pack continued on as she made her return. Her senses driving her back in a near anxious desperation.

Varin was soon to be in trouble, and he did not know it

Pov: Varin

Varin watched as each trooper inspected each body, looking for survivors or even trying to gleam any evidence of who they were dealing with. His eye continued looking around with his gaze at each body before he noticed something.

One body a trooper had started to turn over was hooked to several explosives.

Before Varin could get a command a heavy impact collided with his body. Sinews massive form knocking him over as the body of the trooper let out a soft click, before a massive explosion rocked the room down to its foundation. The blast wave strong enough to rupture through the troopers around Varin, then followed the shrapnel, shredding through any who were just out of that radius.

Sinew’s body captured most of the damage as she laid on top of him. Varin’s ears ringing as pain ran through his head. It was hard to breathe so he removed his helm to allow fresh air. The hoses disconnected with a soft hiss as he growled in pain from the weight.

He cursed to himself as he inspected his body for any wounds. A small trickle of blood from his shoulder where a piece of shrapnel buried itself between the plates.

But Sinew….

Varin quickly realised she was not breathing. The floor was slick with her blood.

He quickly rolled her over and began inspecting her wounds. Shrapnel wounds all throughout the side of her body, piercing ribs, lung and heart tissue.

“Sinew?...”

His voice came quietly as he looked into her eye. Her eye only locking with his for a mere moment before they dilated to lifelessness. His chest heaved with pain as he remembered when he found her as a pup. How she protected him from a rival Tuk’atta pack in the temple on Korriban.

His shaking hands placed on her shoulder.

“Sinew?!”

A tear dripped from his cheek. Then he took a deep shaking breath. His eyes opening with a burning fury as he looked down the hall towards where the rest of the pack ran towards.

A roar empowered by the darkside erupted from his chest as pyroclastic smoke shot from his back. His skin beginning to crack and harden. The force of the roar shook the halls and the nearby building holding the prisoners, what once was haunted by Tuk’atta howls was now being drowned with a roaring scream of fury causing the prisoners to freeze and slowly look around.

Engaging: Connel Vanagor
Sophelia Ardemark | Isar du Vain | Kassim Veyr | Fiona Tierney | Meliant​

 

[Isar du Vain]

A lot of stuff happened at once, all muddled by the panic of freed prisoners scrambling for shuttles. Some guy in golden armor stomped up in front of them. He seemed important, or at least he felt powerful enough in the Force that Isar wanted to encourage Sophelia to avoid him. All of that went out the window, however, when Sophelia's beskar baton snapped sideways seemingly of its own accord and smashed Isar full in the face.

Cartilage crunched and he let out a yelp of pain as the hard metal pulped his nose. Blood poured from his nostrils and tears flooded from his eyes. Isar took a step back, unsteady, trying to see through the tears and think through the pain. A blinding flash of light seared his eyes and Isar held up a hand in front of his face.

That had come from Sophelia. Had she just?

The presence of the man in the golden armor seemed to... disappear?

"What the-" his words came out garbled and slick with blood.

That was all he could get out before another Sith came out from over a balustrade and let loose a current of force lightning. Isar reached out with his mind and yanked on a riot shield a guard had left behind in the confusion. He hauled it up between the lightning and Sophelia just in time for the coruscating forks of blue-white energy to crash into it, then send the shield ramming back into Isar.

The Zeltron went flying backward, propelled through the crowd of prisoners by the lightning shunted into the shield, and his back slammed into a wall. He gasped, air rushing from his lungs, and slumped, struggling to breathe through his mouth because any air through his crushed nose felt like agony.

In the Force, all he could send was a single word to Sophelia:

GO

Sophelia Ardemark Kassim Veyr Meliant Connel Vanagor Fiona Tierney Varin Mortifer

 

[Connel Vanagor]

Murder Pervert
OPEN SPACE
UNDISCLOSED LOCATION

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Raguel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
• 
  Rides
  
  • "Enterprise" Station Ship
  • Vigilant Reaper
  • Null Vector
  • Speederbike
  • Iron Psalm
  Gear/Armor
  
  • Gear(“Bodycam” Datapad, UAD Drone, link to Seraphim AI included)
  • Lightblaster
  • Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  • 5 Throwing Lightknives
  • 3 Force Blinding Flashbangs
  • RI-17 Rifle-w-MS-0412 Grenade Launcher
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  
  • Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  • Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  • Muscle enhancements.
  • Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  • Hawkeye implants for eyes
  • Advanced Medical Implant
  • Scentzy
  • Injected Nanotech upgrades
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

“Boom.” A horrible choice of words in retrospect.
Tuk’atta are ruthless, bloodthirsty, and savage, but they are not unintelligent, and there are those who love them just as they are. He did not know about what the Tuk’atta had suffered at the hands of his explosives but he could feel the pain and the anger and could immediately feel the rage in the Sith who lost his best friend. Connel thought of Buster momentarily, but he also thought about how he would not have brought the Gallinorese Mountain Aak Dog into harm’s way like this.
Connel could not dwell on that thought for long, however, as the Sith were already upon him, or at least fairly close by. He had a fight to prepare for, and this one was not going to be easy. Connel quickly assessed his surroundings and formulated a plan to use the terrain to his advantage. He decided to draw the Sith into narrow passages where their numbers would be less effective, allowing him to engage them one-on-one. Additionally, he prepared to use his advanced medical implants to enhance his reflexes and stamina, ensuring he could outlast his opponents in the grueling battle ahead.
All he knew right now was that the others needed to get out of here now.

Personal Effects - Omega Squad Loadouts
@Sophelia Ademark • Isar du Vain • @Varin Mortifier • Kassim Veyr

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Fiona Tierney

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Meliant​

 

[Varin Mortifer]

VARIN MORTIFER

Equipment: Durum Mantle | Black Blade of Chandrila | Eye of The Dragon | Heavy Sith Mace | Cross Guard Broadsaber | Wyrmfang

POV: The Pack

Claws gouged into the duracrete as the remaining pack mates found their way towards the Jedi. Stopping just ahead of him in a low crouch. The snarl that followed initiating a stalking pose as a few fanned out from the side.

The roar that followed caused their ears to perk and their gaze to shift for only a second before their crimson gaze fell back to the Jedi.

A low hiss escaping from between their teeth.

Without further hesitation the front facing hound pounced forth first, followed by the few that fanned from the sides. The connection to their alpha severed, and the bloodlust of their Master fueling their hatred.

The front one feigning its attack as the other two aimed for the legs to force him to move.

POV: Varin

Another ache rocked through his chest as his hands slowly ran over the wound of Sinew. His hand drew back, slicked with its dark blood.

The bloodied palm covered over his face as he attempted to pull himself together. The runes flaring over his body once again. Another wail of pain escaping his lungs. His body lurched, suddenly standing up.

Then he felt the chaos of his pack. A snarl left his throat as he looked down the hall. He felt that they had found him. Felt they began their assault.

His hand gently ran over Sinew's eyes, shutting them before he turned towards the hall.

Like a rocket, flames erupted from his back propelling him forth down the hall at an alarming speed.

The Tuk'atta felt his presence. Some whimpering and backing off from the hunt to tend to their fallen alpha. And the other three continued their assault, attempting to drive the Jedi to one side.

The side where Varin erupted into the room, the momentum carrying him inside where he would ram his armored shoulder towards the intruder. It would be like being hit by a crash landing speeder. The very force of it shattering through the duracrete wall with ease.

The massive Sith towering over the Jedi. His gaze burning with a hatred that could fuel the very stars.

Connel Vanagor
Meliant
Sophelia Ardemark
Isar du Vain
Kassim Veyr
Fiona Tierney
(Tags were being weird so I had to post them like this.)​

 

[Sophelia Ardemark]

Fingers tightened on her staff as she suddenly felt it shift beneath her fingers and against her will. “No-,” she clenched her teeth, a grimace as it made contact with Isar. Then turned on herself. One forearm came up to block, she felt it snap against her arm. A jarring, violent thing bruising down to the bone. Thumb slid along the beskar for the switch as it folded back in on itself.

She barely had time to register what was happening as the Sith from the hall leaped in front of them. Lightning arced. Blues widened. Isar was there. Heart stuttered in her chest as he went flying. Her hands moved through the air, sending a force wave to try and sweep that other Sith aside. Fling him across the hanger. There was no finesse. Just a bettering ram of invisible force from a raw need. Even as a mighty undercurrent of dark side roared from the opposite side of the prison. Deep within, she assumed where Master Connel was.

“Go, go!” She yelled at the other prisoners. Snapping them from their shock. “Get on board. Start the ship”

They didn’t need to be told twice. Feet and bodies pressed together. Scurrying up the ramp. Sophelia reached for her connection to Isar. Voice commanding, tone unable to completely hide her worry.

Get. Up.

Sophelia moved with the prisoners. Eyes searched for where the Sith Covenant Emperor fell. Keeping herself between where she last saw him and the fleeing people. Raising her hands, a shimmering partial force bubble snapping into place, creating a protective dome around their ship and the people.

Arm throbbed. Heart slammed against her bones as she strained.

Come on. Come on.

Meliant Isar du Vain Fiona Tierney Connel Vanagor Varin Mortifer Kassim Veyr

 

[Fiona Tierney]

When the doors opened on one Kassim Veyr Kassim Veyr , he was in danger of being trampled. "Fiona - can you deal with that?" Soph shuffled left with the flow of people and kept going.

'That' being some kid who just got curb stomped by a door.

She didn't bring a blaster with her. There was a knife hiding out in her boot. The others might have found it unwise but she wasn't sure how many weapons check they were going to have to endure considering this was a hard labor camp. Apparently very little, which seemed odd given the desperate populace.

The redhead scooped up one from a trampled guard and gripped it tight. She could hear hounds in the distance but they weren't drawing this way. Yet. They had more problems from the trampled Sith boy it seemed than hounds.

noticeable thud to draw the attention of Sophelia Ardemark Sophelia Ardemark and Isar du Vain Isar du Vain nearby. "You end is nigh certain, infidels" he said with confidence, silently cheering himself on for using such a brilliant line. He outreached his hand, and force lightning came forward in blinding arcs.

Pink Boy was bleeding. Her job was to protect Ardemark. Quickly she pushed Ardemark forward and away from the lightning, stepping between the arcs and the young woman. Pink Boy would have to take over and pull the woman out of harm's way from here. Fiona raised her blaster and shot off a bolt, yet just as quickly as she fired off a shot the lightning hit her.

Her entire body was on fire. The redhead crumpled to the ground in pain, but at least Ardemark was getting away.

Sophelia Ardemark | Isar du Vain | Kassim Veyr | Meliant | Varin Mortifer | Connel Vanagor​

 

[Connel Vanagor]

Murder Pervert
OPEN SPACE
UNDISCLOSED LOCATION

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Raguel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
• 
  Rides
  
  • "Enterprise" Station Ship
  • Vigilant Reaper
  • Null Vector
  • Speederbike
  • Iron Psalm
  Gear/Armor
  
  
  • Gear(“Bodycam” Datapad, UAD Drone, link to Seraphim AI included)
  • Lightblaster
  • Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  • 5 Throwing Lightknives
  • 3 Force Blinding Flashbangs
  • RI-17 Rifle-w-MS-0412 Grenade Launcher
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  
  • Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  • Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  • Muscle enhancements.
  • Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  • Hawkeye implants for eyes
  • Advanced Medical Implant
  • Scentzy
  • Injected Nanotech upgrades
  
  
  
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

He could sense the others, they were fairly close by. Things were going terribly.

One thing he could be sure of, he was not the only one in trouble. So he did the only thing he could do, improvise. Pulling and throwing a Force Blinding Flashbang and throwing it at the approaching rage filled monolith. He barely made it out of the way before the explosion sent shrapnel in all directions, but luckily he was quick enough to see the threat and get out of the way in time. The Sith still managed to somehow send him flying. He had to keep his head down and wait for the dust to settle before he could see what was going on around him.

He could see Sophelia Ardemark , she was being pursued. His distraction was pointless now. All he could do was hold the line. Grabbing another Force blinding flashbang, he threw it in the direction of the other Sith and reached out through the Force to the Padawan ~Look away… NOW!~

The Tuk’attas were on him and on him FAST.

@Sophelia Ademark • Kassim Veyr • @Varin Mortifier • Isar du Vain • Fiona Tierney • Meliant

Personal Effects - Omega Squad Loadouts​

 

[Kassim Veyr]

Sophelia Ardemark Isar du Vain Connel Vanagor Meliant Varin Mortifer Fiona Tierney

Kassim adopted an unearned smile as his lightning made quick work of Isar du Vain , blasting the man backward into the dirt like he belonged. He moved his lightsaber up just in time to deflect the stray blaster bolt from Fiona Tierney , sending it into the landing platform as she was taken out of the picture by lightning.

He was just about to move again to continue the offensive when a heavy teleknetic wave from Sophelia Ardemark slammed into chest. Air was forced out of his lungs as the invisible blow knocked him off balance, sending him rolling to the edge of the platform.

"Not my finest hour.." He growled, pushing himself back up to his feet only for a blinding flash Connel Vanagor that seared his eyes. Kassim could see nothing but white light as his vision was taken from him, forcing him to rely on the fickle nature of force sight.

He could only see the faint outline of his opponents through the force but that would be enough, as he reached out with his hand again, pulling loose chunks of metal and debris from the camp behind him, hurling them against the force bubble protecting the ship. ​

 

[Meliant]

TAPANI SECTOR
PRISON CAMP - HANGAR OF THE ESCAPE

Attn: Fiona Tierney Connel Vanagor Kassim Veyr Varin Mortifer
CC: Sophelia Ardemark Isar du Vain

Golden limbs untangled themselves, straightened, and Meliant rose again like a marionette pulled up by its strings. Even still, he seemed dazed, and ran a hand uselessly over his sculpted, ever-frowning face. Just what had that little Jedi minx hit him with? Must have been something cool. He had never once suspected Jedi could do anything cool. She was a real trailblazer, that one.​

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He took a moment to survey the situation. The ginger was fried, the mustache was fried, the blonde was in a bubble, and the murder pervert-​

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The murder pervert! ​

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Yes, Meliant could sense it was him. That was a man steeped in blood up to the eyeballs. It could be no one else. And Varin's dogs were running him down, which could only mean Varin was nearby. Well, far be it for Meliant to let such a prime specimen slip the net. Varin would be so crushed. They were practically made for one another.​

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He saw a conveniently located cargo container. Tall, about man-sized, and sturdy. Filled with... Well, who cares? It was sufficient for the task at-hand. Meliant waved a hand and sent it skidding across the floor, where it lurched right into Connel's path just in time to trip him up one way or another. ​

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That ought to give the dogs the opportunity to catch him.​

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Although, personally, he something else in mind. Jedi don't leave without their friends, and they certainly don't stand around holding up bubbles when they're sufficiently imperiled.​

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He stalked past Kassim, making his way to where Fiona and Isar struggled vainly to get their acts together.​

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[Fiona Tierney]

First the blinding, searing pain of force lightning. Somewhere in the back of her mind was a small note to invest in some type of force nullification. Yet it was short lived as she was tossed along the landing platform. There was no time to sit and focus on the horrific pins-and-needles feeling oozing through her limbs. The redhead struggled to get up and reach her borrowed blaster.

Second, a flashbang was set off, blinding her. She was positive it was friendly fire. Great.

Blind, and hearing falling debris, Fiona managed to get in a crouching-type position and scurry across the landing platform, having zero idea she was about to run into a golden walking statue.

Sophelia Ardemark | Meliant | Connel Vanagor | Kassim Veyr | Isar du Vain | Varin Mortifer​

 

[Isar du Vain]

Blood sheeted down from Isar's nose, drenching his mustache, pouring across his mouth to drip steadily off his chin in strands of phlegm and crimson. The unsteady Zeltron was back on his feet amidst the mass of people crashing through the area toward the freighter. His eyes still swam. An awful throbbing agony emanated from the crushed bridge of his nose and he tasted the coppery tang of his own blood on his mouth. HIs back ached where the lightning had slammed him against the wall.

Through bleary eyes, he saw that FIona lay crumpled on the ground, but Sophelia and the Jedi still stood. A protective dome of energy in the Force shimmered from her to cover the ship and those within. Isar grit his teeth and drew on the Dark Side, sucking it in like a lungful of sweet air until he brimmed with an aphotic roiling power that brought clarity to his vision again. The pain only fueled him as he drew even deeper.

He walked over to the redhead, bent and quickly lifted her onto his shoulder in a fireman's carry. With his other hand he fired blaster shots back at the golden armored Sith and the horned one who'd blasted lightning at him.

Isar's eyes shone, ultraviolet, and the air in front of the freighter warped and distorted. His form split into two then three then four then five. Five Isars carrying five Fionas. All five firing blaster bolts at the Sith as they retreated back onto the ramp of the freighter. Four were not real, but only a master of the White Current would glean which was which.

Fiona Tierney Sophelia Ardemark Connel Vanagor Kassim Veyr Meliant Varin Mortifer