The Last Stand

[Sophia Walsh]

Her heart skipped a beat and she blinked a little as Turin walked into the fray on the bridge. She for sure thought something had happened to him. A little part of her wanted to run up to him and give him a hug but she refrained from doing so as that would be weird. Pushing her rather odd thoughts and feelings aside she noticed that while alive he looked terrible. What had happened? A broken leg? He needed to be lying down not out here with her. Had he come up here looking for her? He did look quite worried about her which was sweet. "I was shot but I'll be alright for now. I can't just leave with this place in shambles," she turned a little to face him trying to put on her best smile. She had a terrible poker face though and it was obvious that she was in a great deal of pain. Sophia was also a little bit woozy from the lack of blood but that was her little secret. "Once everything is cleaned up I'll get it checked out. You should go lay down as it looks like you broke your leg? Are you ok?"

If she stood still she was fine but as she began to move just a little Sophia found she was more light headed than she originally thought. Grabbing onto a nearby chair she did her best to stabilize herself and stand right up. Everyone on this bridge was tired, hurt, and a little freaked out. They needed her now more than ever to be there to direct the clean up and maybe even a calming presence. She couldn't let this rattle her, Sophia needed to pull herself together.

Taking a deep breath she looked back to Turin and sighed. Something told her he wasn't going to listen to her which was fine they needed all able hands on deck right now. "If your not going to get looked at help clean up. Once we are done we can go down to medical together." She would drag him with her if she had to. Looking forward again she slowly walked towards where there was another fire extinguisher and grabbed it to help put out the rest of the fires. Once they got back something told her she was going to get into trouble for just letting this happen. How did the droid get in anyway?

@[member="Turin Val Kur"]

 

[The Hound]

The adrenalin was starting to wear off, and the pain was coming quick, much quicker than he would have liked. It was all he could do to keep from crying out in pain, so Before it got too bad he nodded to his Captain and hobbled over to...To...He didn't know where he was hobbling. He couldn't see. He didn't feel like he was blacking out. He didn't even have a strong falling sensation. His vision was going in and out for some reason. He couldn't act like he was fine and then keel over the next second, not here. As he reached for one of the medics on the ship stopped him and shook her head. It appeared as if he wasn't going anywhere accept the med bay. With a sigh that sounded more like a hiss he submitted to the medic.

He started to hobble with her to the med bay, but before they even got out of the bridge, a gurney was brought to him. He didn't ask for one, but maybe he had been leaning too hard on the medic's small frame. Either way, it felt nice to not walk on his broken ankle and shin. It still hurt like Hell, but it was definitely better than walking. Now, with certainty that Sophia and the rest of the crew was being taken care of he let the fatigue and pain take his sight. The darkness closed in, and finally, enveloped him. Unconscious.
@[member="Sophia Walsh"]

 

[Sophia Walsh]

"He's going to be ok, right?" Sophia looked to the medic trying to work on her shoulder as she spoke about Turin whom was laying on a cot nearby. Instead of getting medical treatment herself she had checked up on everyone first. A medic though has eventually caught up to her.

Sighing she glanced around the medic bay at all the injured people it was a mess here and outside on the bridge it was more or less cleaned up. The ship still ran so that was what mattered.

Bitting her lip she winced in pain as the medic placed her in a new tourniquet done up much more precessional though. Taking the pills given to her for pain Sophia took a seat near Turin waiting for him to wake up. He had just passed out from pain or at least that's what the medic told her.

@[member="Turin Val Kur"]

 

[Darron Wraith]

Blue blades met red blades in the flash of a few seconds, and the battle was full go at this point. Under normal circumstances, this duel was bound to happen. Fate could only be avoided so long, as as they resided at opposite ends of the spectrum, it was bound to happen. The when, and the where were only a formality. The fact that it had taken the influence of Omni controlling Apparatus had little to do with this conflict. Both were Masters of the Force, and both fought for opposing causes. Ashin Varanin, the Empress herself, had said that Apparatus was her equal. So far in the opening strikes, he was proving that statement true. His sheer size and speed were difficult enough to deal with, but it seemed his cybernetics were amplifying his strength. It didn't help that he was using the Force to detect the paths of Darron's blades, and augment his speed. Any advantage that Vaapad gave Darron was meaningless against this man and he knew it.

Well feth, guess this will just be a brawl. He thought to himself.

Their blades met once more, and both held their ground. The Jedi Master planted his feet and prepared for a flurry of blows, and he tightened his grips. Their sabers screamed against each other as sparks flew between the two. In the Force their auras clashed, a perfect mix of light and darkside. It was a perfect illustration of the conflict of the Force, but Darron had no time to reflect on the matter. Apparatus didn't strike him as the thoughtful type either, and judging by his ferocity he rarely was in such a mood. Time froze for a moment, as the pair struggle against each other. Then something curious happen, the Sith Master locked his elbows and lunged at the Jedi Master before him. Yet, Darron had no blades to block against, and his were stuck against Apparatus' own crimson pair. The helmeted head of the Sith Lord came flying at him, and a chill went up his spine. This is going to hurt...

Snap!

Focus Wraith focus! The thought repeated itself as he let himself to fall one knee as the helmet struck the crown of his head and his nose. He knew his nose was broken, as he could feel warm blood trickling down his face. His eyes couldn't even stay open as he fought against it, but he kept his senses active and focused purely on the Force. A plan formed as he went down to one knee, as one of his blades deactivated. The entire layout of the World Devastator was in his minds eye, and using that layout, his next few actions were already planned out before his kneecap struck the durasteel below.

"I am sorry, " he whispered as blood gushed into his mouth.

His senses wrapped around a few destroyed Seraphim droids, and he envisioned an invisible hand wrapping around them. The Force worked with him as an ally, and what his mind saw. It made a reality, as they began to shake quietly. His grip solidified, the Jedi Master quickly jerked them towards Apparatus' back with all of his might. The droids quickly accelerated to a high level of speed, enough to hurt him at least. Hopefully with him distracted, Darron brought his deactivated lightsaber hilt up to the Sith's exposed chest. Another millisecond passed before he placed the emitter against the breastplate on the right side of his chest. as he kneeled before the darksider, and without hesitation he pressed the activation switch. Hopefully the blade would hit a non-vital area and just wound him enough so Darron could rid him of the influence of Omni.

Well, at least he hoped.

@[member="Darth Apparatus"]

 

[Soeht]

As @[member="Darron Wraith"] fell to a knee, Darth Apparatus stood upright again. He looked down on the Grandmaster. Not waiting for Darron to recover nor giving any taunt, Darth Apparatus bent his arms slightly back - priming both his lightsabers to stab Darron in the chest. The dark side swelled within Darth Apparatus in anticipation of the kill.

Before Darth Apparatus could realize the the death of another Grandmaster, several Seraph droids crashed into his back. The Darth stumbled forward and dropped the lightsaber in his left hand. The droids fell to his feet after their momentum had been absorbed by the Darth's body. At that moment, Darron's lightsaber hilt pointed at his body.

Reacting in an instant, Darth Apparatus swiped his left arm across as the lightsaber activated. The touch of his hand would carried the intoxicating, corrupting sensation of the dark side.

As the blue blade extended out toward the Darth, it would have scraped the armor of his body for the few microseconds it was pointed at it. It possibly even seared some of his flesh - if such a thing existed for the Darth. Then, it sliced through the right side of his mask.

Without sparing any second for a breather, Darth Apparatus brought his left knee up toward Darron's lower abdomen. The weight behind his attack could have felt just as a durasteel beam.

The motion of his leg also shook Darth Apparatus's body. His mask fell and revealed a pale, scowling face. His eyes were of a single, solid color with a hint of red. Crimson tattoos stretched down his bald head. Cybernetics that glowed a bright red had been integrated into his jawline and some were scorched by the lightsaber. Aging lines surrounded his eyes.

 

[Ben Watts]

Sprinting through the mechanical room, Ben frantically searched for the power core, he needed to find it and he needed to find it fast. Droids were all around him and he would be discovered soon. He was running out of time and him running out of time meant that everyone else was as well. He did not let it phase him, though, he kept a level head and continued to weave through the twist and turns of the mechanical room. He came across a few places where he was sure he had been before but he kept going, making note of them, and not letting the same mistakes happen twice.

Sliding around a corner, he spotted it, the power core. It was glowing brightly and a loud hum was emitting from it. Smiling, Ben activated his lightsaber, and dashed in to destroy it. But, just as he did, three Seraphim droids appeared in front of him. He felt something smash against his face and he was sent sprawling to the floor. He did not have time to stay on the ground long as a droids blade followed directly behind the blow. Rolling left, he got onto his stomach, and he pushed himself up. Feeling another blow coming his way, Ben turned and caught the blade, ripping it out of the droids grasp and using it to block an incoming attack. He parried it, slashed the head off of the Seraphim who had lost its weapon, ducked under another slash, came up and gutted the second droid, before slicing the hands off the last droid and stabbing the blade through it.

Dropping the blade, Ben bent over to pick up his lightsaber, and he ignited it before thrusting it into the power core. The resulting kick back again caught Ben off guard, expelling him backwards, and coming to a crash against a wall. He slugged over and tried to collect his thoughts, the explosion had burnt his hands and the front of his body, he could feel heat on his face as loud noises began to go off all around him. Disoriented, he knew he did not have time to waste, he sluggishly got to his feet and again grabbed his lightsaber. He was far into the heart of the world destroyer and he was surrounded by enemies as the large machine was about to go crashing down. He chuckled, wondering what death was going to be like, but not sad because he had destroyed the world destroyer. It was up to Darron and Seroth to do the rest.

 

[Soeht]

The fight Darth Apparatus and @[member="Darron Wraith"] had could not continue - at least, not uninterrupted. With the power core of the World Devastator destroyed by @[member="Ben Watts"], the machination of death dropped toward Coruscant's skyline. It would have crashed into the skyscrapers of the planet - possibly tumble some buildings over. Yet, compared to the potentially destruction it would have caused if unimpeded, this should have been a suitable price for most people.

The World Devastator tilted to one of its side. Darth Apparatus slid a bit as he attempted to regain his footing. He backed off a bit from Darron Wraith. For a second, he looked at @[member="Jaxton Ravos"] and @[member="Seroth Ur-Rahn"] fighting not too far away.

At that moment, a deactivated Seraph droid flew across the World Devastator and struck the Darth. With a stone-like look on his face, Darth Apparatus attempted to resist the weight of the droid and managed to hold his ground. The World Devastator tilted too far, though. There was no longer enough force vertically pressed on the World Devastator to produce enough friction to keep him from sliding. Darth Apparatus lost his footing and began to fall toward the burning ruins below.

As Darth Apparatus dove toward Coruscant, his face snarled in displeasure as the figure of Darron Wraith became smaller and smaller from his point of view. Between two building, a purple arc of electricity spread out across the gap. Darth Apparatus fell through this and passed through the lightning for a split second. The current - purely technical in creation - roared through his body with ease unlike what attempts made of the Force produced. Eventually, his body disappeared from view - presumably crashing onto one of the lower levels of Coruscant.

The World Devastator would have continued to fall with certainty. It would not have landed on top of Darth Apparatus. There also was enough time for most, if not all, of those that landed on it to escape - should they truly attempt it. Droids began to swarm around it in an attempt to prevent the Republic's forces from reaching safety, though. Omni was still quite active.

Deep in the lower levels of Coruscant, some debris from buildings and the falling World Devastator covered Darth Apparatus's body. The claw of a hand he had was exposed - limply reaching skywards. Those that had a close connection to Darth Apparatus - whether one of camaraderie or one far more antagonistic - could have sensed his continued survival and rage.

Just a few minutes after falling, Darth Apparatus's hand twitched, then closed as a fist. Bright, pink-red lightning cloaked his arm. The Darth then emerged from the rubble - electricity covering his appendages. The lightning that surrounded Darth Apparatus was a construct of the Force. It continued to envelope him over time - as if it was not to stop. Blood streaked down his face. Bones must have been broken. Yet, the Darth stood tall as if that was not so.

Looking up into the sky, Darth Apparatus could see a black swarm of droids moving all around the orange-lit clouds. One Seraph droid flew down and followed Darth Apparatus. It landed in front of the Sith Lord after his reawakening. It assumed an aggressive stance before the Darth.

With a grin, Darth Apparatus stepped forward and extended both arms. Bolts of pink-red lightning rushed for the droid. In just a couple seconds, the droid dropped to the ground - utterly fried.

Stepping over the droid's chasis, Darth Apparatus began to walk down a path shadowed by the surrounding skyscrapers.