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[Brandyn Sal-Soren]

The ringing in his head increased again. The threat. Against his beloved Cybelle. It tapped into some overwhelming angst that pervaded the Black Spiral. Brandyn's pace slowed...and then he came to a stop completely.

Hand came to forehead, and he winced as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "You...should not have said that..."

So much he could ignore. But not that. Not a threat against his Cybelle, and their child. He felt the unnatural grief of loss wash over him, not his but so real.

The darkened hallway blossomed with a radiant green light. A snap-hiss echoed down the hall way. A shadow of fear fell across his far, accentuated by the sickening green of his lit blade.

Brandyn's right foot moved backwards, and he took on the classic Jedi Ready stance. "You will not threaten...my wife...or my daughter...and just...walk beside me like we are friends," he murmured, his tone accentuated by a gravelly tone that was not entirely his, "choose your next words carefully. For they may be your last."

| TAG: Scherezade deWinter |

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[Ala Quin]

Pity. It shimmered in her eyes not mockery, not disdain, but true, aching pity. Even as she hovered above the ground. Even as Lorn's voice rose in warning. She pitied him. She knew too well what it was to lose the one you loved.

"My story was never given an end, dear one." Her voice was like rushing water, cool, steady, a balm at odds with the twitching hands of the guards whose minds she quietly held.

Her brow creased, the expression unmistakably Ala's. She turned her head toward the Spiral, its maw open in the mist. "You must let me go to him…"

She looked back at Lorn then, not the Jedi, but the man, with wide, earnest eyes that shimmered with memories not her own. "I mean your love no harm. I simply wish…"

Her gaze returned to the Spiral. Her body tensed, straining now against his grip, as if something greater than herself were calling her forward. "...I must… go to him…"

Her scream tore through the air. Black veins traced up her throat. Her eyes flared deeper purple. Her voice dropped, not into rage, but into grief, and that older than the stones beneath their feet.

"I wish to say farewell!"

The sound of blaster fire. Rings of blue-white energy struck her in rapid succession. The scream became silence. She hung there, motionless, then dropped. A dead weight in the air. She struck the stone with a sickening crack.

Stillness.

A single trail of blood slipped from her ear, meandering across the floor. It found the ancient Sith emblem, and sank into its lines like ink to old parchment.

| Lorn Reingard Maiz Tor'val Bastila Sal-Soren - EXIT|​

 

[Lorn Reingard]

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Lorn didn't truly hear her scream, not with his ears. Instead, he felt it, a brutal lance of memory and agony tearing through the Force, ripping through him. It wasn't sound but an immense pressure, a crushing weight that descended not slowly, but all at once. He watched Ala's body seize, her gaze, wide and terrified, flicking to the Spiral. A final, desperate thought echoed in his mind: "I wish to say farewell!" Then came the light. Not the gentle glow of the Force, nor the distant shimmer of stars, but the lethal flash of blaster fire. Blue rings screamed across the chamber, first tearing towards her, then turning on him.

The second shot slammed into Lorn's chest, taking him square on before he could even form her name. His golden saber blinked out, his grip faltered, and the invisible noose of the Force he'd used to hold her close, snapped. He reeled backward, his body arching violently as the stun round seized his muscles mid-motion. He fought against the fall, refusing to yield, but the stun claimed him relentlessly, like a relentless tide dragging a broken man under. His knees struck the unforgiving stone, the air burning in his lungs, and through the haze, he watched her fall, heard the sickening impact that would echo in his mind long after this temple crumbled to dust.

Lorn's eyes went wide, fixed on Ala. Not the goddess, not Veré, just Ala. Her limbs lay sprawled, blood seeping out beneath her head like dark roots. He mouthed her name, a silent plea caught in his burning throat. Then his gaze ripped away, snapping up to Bastila. In that final, fleeting second of consciousness, what registered in his eyes wasn't betrayal, but a grief so vast it threatened to tear him apart. It was a dam bursting behind the stillness of his stare, not hatred, but the sick, stunned despair of a man who had finally dared to believe, only to watch the galaxy brutally punish him for it, yet again.

His mouth moved, a whisper escaping, "You shouldn't have..." And then, with a final surge, the stun round fully claimed him. Lorn pitched forward, motionless, his hand outstretched in the dust, agonizingly close, yet not quite touching her. Just like Mirater. Just like before. He had failed again. But this time, there were no more wars left to fight. Only silence.

Ala Quin | Bastila Sal-Soren | Maiz Tor'val
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[Kyric]

"Kyric I know you are still in there. Continue to fight and resist this spirit. You can overcome this."

The Stranger paused. He about-faced and met Larsen's gaze with one of cold fury.

"You're underestimating him. Kyric won't go down without a fight."

"You pathetic Jedi. Do you honestly believe pretty words will be enough? I've waited an unknowable time for this exact moment. For a vessel of sufficient suffering to stumble foolishly into the Spiral." The Stranger lifted Kyric's hand to reveal blackened nails the length of daggers. He ran one across the boy's throat, smile alight with cruelty as blood began to pour from the self-inflicted wound.

The undead surged toward Kas relentlessly. Devoid entirely of instinct or fear, they were driven solely by the machinations of the Stranger. His will infested the horde with a berserker's rage. Their eyes burned crimson. Their bodies moved quickly into the path of the Jedi Padawan's saber, clawed hands thrust forward to gouge out his eyes and tear him limb from limb.

But the horde could not reach Kas Larsen. His saber thrummed with power, twirling about in a dance of plasma that dispatched the zombies in twos and threes.

"Your claim will remain out of reach. The love you speak of it won't do others any good. You're telling me to flee. I cannot allow you and anyone, anything else to remain a threat to the Galaxy. It ends here."

"To defeat me is to kill your precious friend, Padawan." The Stranger danced backward, out of reach from Kas' attempt to grasp the possessed Kyric. Up close, it was abundantly clear the slash across Kyric's throat was fatal. Even now, he bled far too much to survive. If not for the endless stream of power pulled from the Leyline, the Stranger's hold on the Jedi Knight would've faltered. Instead, the Stranger forced Kyric's body to endure.

The arrival of Caden and Kharis carried the promise of strength to the elder Larsen. Blue and green sabers carved a bloody swathe through the undead until all three siblings stood together against the threat of the Stranger.

"Kas! What the heck's going on here?! The Dark-side is so strong in this place..." Caden called out to Kas as he was spinning his Lightsaber blade around to cut-down the incoming Undead creatures gaining on them.

Kharis stabbing and slashing through the Undead creatures that Set had summoned up from the grounds of the fortress that the group of Jedi were within. "These things are like a horde. Did someone trip a wire or something Kas?"

A crushing wave of telekinetic energy rolled through the corridor toward the Jedi defenders. It carried the still-thrashing zombies forward, the Stranger intent on battering and burying them no differently than was done to him so long ago.

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The Kid felt the blood no sooner than the wound appeared across his throat. He looked to the others only to discover both Scion and the Son bore the very same wounds.

"This needn't end in death, you stupid child! My power is absolute within the Black Spiral. Surrender control. I can repair your ravaged body, undo the scars of war."

Set squeezed his right hand and all three of the Kyric's visibly convulsed. The monsoon raged in answer. Silhouettes trapped behind the storm wall pressed inward, only to be rebuked as they had a thousand times before. The sands beneath them rose on the torrential winds and battered both Set and his prisoners with the fury of a baleful taskmaster.

"I will make you beautiful, Karis. She will never think to look away from you again."

The one-eyed Kyric—the Kid, as his father so often called him—took one steady step forward. He glared at Set, his eye alight with quiet focus. He took a second step, and then a third, driven to reach the interloper. Again Set squeezed, twisting his hand like a dagger within Kyric's Mind, Body, and Spirit. All three collapsed to the ground in a seizure-like fit.

"To think I believed you would make this easy on us, you silly little bastard." Set stepped forward and stomped on the Kid's head, driving his face into the sand. "I know what fuels you. This endless desire to be something more than a shadow of your dead daddy," he knelt down and took the Kid by a handful of hair.

Set lifted him up and stared into his single cerulean eye. "You'll never be anything more than a lost little boy following his father to an early grave."

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Tags: Kas Larsen

 

[Kas Larsen]

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Equipment: Kas' Gear
Tags: Kyric
Location: Katabasis | Black Spiral | Fortress
Objective: Escape the Fortress | Rescue Jedi Knight Kyric Karis

Kas watched the possessed Kyric turn about to meet his sights while Caden and Kharis were battling it out against the horde waves of the Undead creatures that Set had summoned to oppose the Jedi team. The group of the Larsen trio continued to stand in a line of defence to proceed in reaching the possessed Jedi Knight.

"We will do what we can. Actions and words always create opportunities. Release Master Karis. No more bloodshed, no more violence. This can end peacefully, everyone cannot have everything going for them." Kas responded back to Set that was in control of Kyric for now.

Caden progressed through the Undead creatures in the flank and area that he was combatting against to hold formation alongside his older brother and older sister. The green blade of his Lightsaber hilt continued to cut down the Undead creatures remaining within the fortress everyone stood within.

"Kas! We need to focus on this Spirit within Master Karis. He's the source and we need to stop him!" Caden called out for Kas and Kharis as they kept their formation as a team, a family.

Kharis spun her Saberstaff blue beams swiftly and kept good posture while engaging the Undead creatures that were sent against her and her brothers. Their numbers were thinning gradually, a move of strategy needed to commence hoping Kas had something in mind.

"Their numbers are decreasing! Now's the time to unveil a tactic!" Kharis yelled out while swinging her Saberstaff blades and slicing through the Undead creatures but pressing on.

An idea came to Kas. This would involve using the Force ability known as Force-meld to join the minds of his siblings but also combine the efforts towards Kyric's mind to fend of Set from maintaining any control. Once the Undead creatures were eliminated to no longer remain a challenge for the trio.

"Alright I have a plan. Remember when we've merged our minds together to strengthen each other? Let's use that to help Master Karis resist against the Spirit." Kas said in a commanding and confident voice.

Caden, Kas and Kharis sensed the incoming wave of Telekinetic energy storming through towards them all. Immediately their initial reactions were to cast a Force Shield to protect them from impacts of the Telekinetic energy wave. Once successfully defended, the trio moved into formation to protectively surround Kyric.

It was now the time to seize the opportunity to put their plan into action with the coast being cleared and secured. Caden, Kas and Kharis started to hone in to the Force and began bonding their minds together to be one formed as one, unified presence. It was being established and with Caden being a trainee of a Consular led the meld between him, Kas and Kharis.

"Focus on Master Karis, we need to add him to the meld we've formed. Help him fight off the Spirit. Go!" Kas called out as he felt Caden and Kharis merged their energy and minds together with him.

Caden and Kharis nod their heads over to Kas as their Force-meld formed between them and it began to wrap around Kyric's body and mind. In doing these actions through the Force, the trio of Jedi students hope they can reach the Jedi Knight and support him in resisting Set's spirit.

Once they all created that formation through the Force, they'd empower the meld as soon as it had been confirmed that Kyric was able to sync up with them. This will allow all Jedi within the Force-meld they'd counter against Set's spirit to rid Kyric from it. Hope wasn't lost the drive and motivation remains strong...

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

As Brandyn Sal-Soren took his Jedi Ready stance, Scherezade looked him with a look of utter confusion on her own face. Was it something she had said? Y'know, for someone who was so often branded as a violent terrorist, a creature of no control, chaos unleashed, it was kind of wild that like, 99 out of 100 times, she wasn't the one to attempt the first hit. Heck, all her weapons were still in their sheathes.

But a challenge was a challenge, nonetheless.

"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious," she tested his threat. If that was going to be her last word, it was going to be a great one!

And then again, as though the threat hadn't happened, as if nothing had actually happened, she moved to wrap her arm in his so they could that walking like friends thing he'd mentioned. The legend of Set and what it was seemed to gloss away from her like sewer water sinking back into the ground after a clogged pipe had been cleared.

"Let's get out of here, friend," she smiled sweetly, "keep your fighting stance for actual monsters."