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The Ren: Expedition to Lothal - The Crystal Quest

"Nobody is killing anybody"
Had [member="Zark"] not spoken, Brennan might not have realized his position at their flank. A tremor took the cave system, the source of which lay just ahead with [member="Castor Ren"] and those around him yet Brennan could do nothing to stall the imminent collapse, his options were few and his goal, the objective that he had been given was clear. Ensure the Knights of Ren return to the Bastion alive and in tact. No longer was there the need for a command or Order to be given, the ignition of [member="Isla Ashen"]'s lightsaber was enough to spark his initiative in which he would not act in patience. He had remained against the wall the entire time, his back to it and none gaining the position of his six, to his right stood the man who blocked their path and would deny him the success of Brennan's personal mission if he had his way. This Zark person, the young man knew nothing of though like all men, they could bleed and they could be killed if they refused to comply. Brennan could not feel any signature of his within the Force and yet it seemed he was aiding the Jedi...-Was he willing to let everyone be trapped and killed beneath the collapse of these caves? Crystals or not, that would surely be disastrous for all.

Time was no longer their ally and he had not the chance to question what he should or should not do under the approval of his peers. Warning screamed all around them, the force could alert all to their impending harm and though he remained the underdog amidst the Knights of Ren, if there were ever an opportunity to support them, regardless of his life, it was here and now.

Brennan's left hand rose to the height of his chest, his hand unraveled from the balled fist and his aura within the Force would suddenly be clear cut to all around them, the Jedi as well as the Knights of Ren, he was not so trained or experienced to hide the attack but the secrecy of this move was not his goal, he was not the only one there with the capability to push through, he hoped that it would be a team effort if anything.

That of stone and clay, dirt and cave bed loose around his feet would be the blunt instrument for the attack, his peers lightsaber hissed out like an audible venom and would hopefully distract from the power of his concentration employed through his telekinetic pull. The rocks and loose stone around him rose on his left, the dagger within his right hand dropped, spinning against his wrist to be gripped appropriately as the Disciple stepped forward and threw his left forward, aimed at Zark. It would not be a blow of hands but the sudden propulsion of rock and debris in the Jedi's general direction; a fair distraction, one of no real significant harm to the light-sider though as Brennan pushed off away from the wall, he followed the wave of earth, right hand extending with the short blade of the Dirk rising; eyes focused on the chest of the man; a knife to the heart if he was quick enough.
 
Unsurprisingly, [member="Taeli Raaf"] was forced to take this little encounter seriously after nearly burning to death, evidenced by her anger, which flamed like the fire that had almost swallowed them both. It was beautiful to look at through the Force, a perfect conductor for the dark side. In turn, the Sith lord tapped into the woman’s anger, feasting on it himself to mock the Sith lady and pour more fuel into her burning vengeful inferno.

Snap-hiss!

Soon enough, several pure bolts of dark energy raced in his direction, only to crash into his freshly ignited blade of superheated plasma that twirled and hummed through the air like some sort of a musical instrument. Menacing crackles escaped the dissipating energy of Force lightning, illuminating him in flashes of white light upon contact, but even Darth Veles’ precise and swift defence came at a cost – he was forced to retreat several steps back in order to better battle the dark side’s might pounding on his weapon.

“You disappoint me, Jedi,” jeered the Sith lord, a poisonous smile curling the corners of his lips, “It seems you have grown stagnant under your new masters.”

His purposeful and infinitely elegant footwork carried Darth Veles clockwise around his target, always facing her, blade pointed downwards – both amber orbs fixed upon the rival Sith, hungrily searching for another attack. With one layer of robes less, her arsenal has been laid out for his bulbous eyes to spy upon. Already weaving several possible scenarios in his mind, the Sith lord made a few mental notes concerning that and came to a halt before the threatening shipwreck could appear in his back. Raising his free hand and wrapping invisible tendrils of energy around the burning wreckage, he, too, seized a number of twisted metal shards and shrapnel to use as projectiles, launching these at the woman’s side before lunging forth with his blade, using the superior reach of Makashi to playfully kiss the false Jedi's thigh.
 
The help from [member="HK-36"], coupled with a swift kick to [member="Kyrel Ren"]'s chest, was enough for D'vok to break free from his grasp. He immediately reached for his lightsaber, jamming his thumb down on the activation button. It didn't work. I flashed for a second, and then gave out. He pressed it again. No luck.
"Oh all the times... Really?!"
D'vok holstered his lightsaber, and drew his blaster. He also looked at [member="Samka Derith"], as she ordered them to kill him. He flashed a sly smile.
"Aren't you a bit young to be handing out execution orders?"
D'vok turned to [member="Isla Ashen"].
"Was there nobody at your base to train this youngling?"
D'vok hoped baiting them like this would infuriate them. Though this he thought, hatred would come. Hatred is blind, D'vok thought. And when people were attacking with blind hate, they were bound to slip up. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the perfect crystal. A small yellow one, that shined brighter than the corellian sun. He knew he had to get it, but how?
 

Progflaw99

Well-Known Member
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Location: Lothal, Mountain Range, Tunnels​
Status: Exit Stage Left​
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With a giant rumble and a crack, the ceiling had come collapsing in, dust, shards of rock, and granite had come tumbling down - and that had been his cue to 'exit stage left'. He'd kept his saber raised with his left hand, sidestepping to his rear towards the twin tunnels. Almost skipping towards them, Castor took one deep breath before the cloud of dust and rock slammed into the ground, but his eyes tracked something else. He hadn't expected it, but he'd been prepared nonetheless. He caught a flash of movement, this one more than just a tipping stalagmite, the form of Aerion Ivelisse.

The familiar snap-hiss of a blade and the amethyst glow indicated immediately to the Ren that the gloves had finally come off - the veneer of civility shorn, instead traded for the primal urge to kill. Castor could feel it more than see it, the power emanating from the man he could not deny - and though he was yet deemed a Disciple he had learned exceptionally quickly. The buildup of power, the subtle presence of The Force, it all spelled out what was about to happen next. His footing was less than perfect but a minor adjustment allowed him the stability he needed to hunker down, digging his feet into the rough surface of the floor. Bringing his saber in, close enough to feel the warmth of the blade against his body, Castor erected a small force bubble - just enough to shield his now crouched form.

He felt the strain almost immediately as the wave of telekinetic force washed over him, shards of rock and dirt grating against his flesh. A jagged chip of granite scored its way across Castor's cheek, a thin line of crimson trailing behind it. A sharp fiery pain to be certain but for Castor it brought focus, a clarity unmatched by meditation or rest - his blood began to rise. Raising his blade once more in a defensive gesture, the Ren sneered, spitting on the ground between the two as the cavern shook and continued its collapse. The second Jedi in the cave forgotten, now castor made his move. With a single leap, aided with his telekinetic abilities, he cast himself into the small tunnel opening on the right, inverting himself in the process to land squarely in the low opening.

With a frown, the Disciple of Ren extended the fingers of his right hand. Summoning from the font of power both within himself and through The Force around him he drove forth the rippling power, focusing it with the raw heat of anger he held. Reaching out beyond the Jedi, grasping jagged rock and stone he pulled. Seizing the chunks of rock and jagged stalactites he brought them towards himself with all the power he could muster. The Jedi before him would be hard pressed to chase him and repel the now flying missiles and boulders. If not run over, the small cave Castor stood in the mouth of would soon be littered with boulders, slowing anyone's pursuit. Quickly turning heel from the entrance he ducked into the tight cave, crimson blade trailing behind him, just in case the Jedi managed to continue his pursuit.

Ren
[member="Isla Ashen"] | [member="Samka Derith"]​
[member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"]​
(And our Resident Sith [member="Darth Veles"])​
Other
[member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"]​
[member="Jamie Pyne"] | Siriwook​
[member="Zark"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"]​
[member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Thyra Sunborne"]​
[member="Aerion Ivelisse"] | [member="D'vok Windroamer"]​
 
The low rumble of the surroundings signaled danger. A danger she was unable to escape from. Dust filled her lungs, her mouth dry and chalky. Rocks pinned her extremities in place. Attempts to shift her position or free hand or foot was met with a sharp pain and the pressure of non-moving stone. The warm trickle of blood matted her blonde hair as it trailed down her neck and cheeks. How bad it was she couldn't be sure. She was still conscious, if barely. Any attempt to scream, or cry out was met with a fit of coughing.

It now strained her lungs to breathe. Her eyes shifted in place, though nothing was there to see other than the dark embrace of isolation. Echoes of shouting could be heard all around her, likely the others attempting to flee from the collapsing rock.

Suddenly the very clear realization washed over her that if she didn't bleed to death beneath the rubble that she would slowly dehydrate or starve to death trapped where she lay.

Jamie closed her eyes, a slight tremble in her lip preceded the few tears that now streamed down the sides of her face.

Aela...Please. Help.

[member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Castor Ren"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Zark"] | [member="Siriwook"] | [member="Isla Ashen"] | [member="Perth Levov"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Aerion Ivelisse"] | [member="D'vok Windroamer"]​
 
[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Aela could feel the fear, the panic, the pain, it was almost palpable to her.

She could sense Jamie buried beneath the rock and earth, she could sense her padawan trapped and half broken. The Jedi Marshall pushed herself as fast as she could, as hard as she could, tearing away at the mountain of rubble piece by piece.

Giant boulders were dragged back, huge chunks of rock were crushed and pulled apart.

The force acted as her guide, the press of Jamie’s panic and fear being like a roadmap to where she was beneath the rubble. A pile began to form behind Aela, rocks and boulders quickly stacking higher and higher as she kept digging into the cavern.

”I’m coming, Jamie.” Aela said to herself as she gripped one of the larger stones and hauled it forth from the cave, a rumble rushing through the rest of the pile as she tugged it free.

Despite her urgency the process was slow, though measured.

Piece by piece Aela would free Jamie from her prison.
 
Location: Ren Freighter, Ginpany Gap Spaceport
Status: Emergency, provide backup
There was a disturbance. The Force was unclear, but Kaalia knew something went wrong. The Knights of Ren required backup, of that she was sure, and she was in the freighter to provide exactly that would it have been needed. "In case things go wrong, I make sure everyone gets out safely. No time to lose!" the still-new Ren recruit quickly thought as she jumped off the bench she was sitting on and bolted out of the freighter, her two lightsabers flailing around on her hips. Voldaren let the Force guide her steps towards the disturbance she felt. It was faint, and troubled her slightly, but it was enough to lead the way. As she continued sprinting, thrusting her left leg, then her right forward, her red hair flowing in the wind behind her, Kaalia sent a quick mental message to the other Ren: Backup is underway. Determined to get every last Ren off of the planet, she wasted no time. "Time to prove my worth."
 
"You're a fool if you think I have masters," she said, the lightning petering out. She could feel [member="Darth Veles"] trying to feed on her anger, on the energy pulsing off of her. One would think he would learn that was a bad idea after she consumed his spell. She would teach him in due time how poor a mistake that was. "But tell me, when you go back to your master or masters and report what happened here today, the failure to remain undetected... oh my, your Dark Jedi allies will likely be furious."

Her lightsaber flicked out, slicing the shrapnel he sent flying at her. He lunged in, blade going for her thigh... and it met the second purple blade that ignited from her lightsaber, a clash of amethyst and ruby light flashing and sparking.

"You didn't really think I only use Makashi, did you?" she chuckled darkly. She had never given him a reason to believe otherwise, or hinted her lightsaber was double-bladed. He had watched her teach her sister and only ever seen he wield her blade in its single blade setting. For all intents and purposes, she wielded her blade like a rapier... until she felt the time was right to show otherwise. She would unleash a series of powerful attacks at his sides, her wrists snapping and spinning her blade to harry his flanks and force him on the defensive. Makashi was an excellent dueling form... but it didn't have much power behind it and wasn't really designed to deal with more powerful forms.
 
Seeing [member="Taeli Raaf"] ignite the second blade on her weapon and deflect her rival’s sideways strike immediately erased the Sith lord’s concerns. He had trained a few apprentices interested in double-bladed lightsabers, and while the Sith lord himself had never used one of those, he did have a good idea of how the weapons worked. Could Arcanix say the same or was her choice based purely on showing off her spinning blades? Only time would tell – provided she managed to get close enough. With his arm fully extended, the far longer lightsaber blade of his weapon could simply deny Arcanix her chance at getting close to him, evidenced by her shorter blades. Darth Veles had the option to strike without endangering himself, out of her range.

The master of Makashi was a gentlebeing though – he raised his blade up vertically, eliminating the impassable gap between the two and generously letting his opponent come closer. Proving his dominance while giving her advantages was a reward impossible to ignore.

“No,” admitted Darth Veles, scoffing at the woman’s boastful claims, “Although it does explain your terrible dueling skills. Is that why you use a lightsaber meant for novices?”

It appeared his opponent was in dire need of learning a valuable lesson. Sly plans inside his large head urged the Sith lord to make her pay a high price for her arrogance and he listened.

Once Taeli brought her attack to his side, Darth Veles’ cybernetic hand moved in with terrifying speed, gripping the violet blade firmly while a simple downwards flick of his wrist sent his own plasma weapon crashing down towards the woman’s exposed and unprotected form. A terrible sight to behold for sure, the last thing many of his victims ever saw. Darth Arcanix was at the mercy of the superior Sith, who possessed the option to deliver a stab into her neck, decapitate her head, eviscerate the woman's torso, but ultimately opting to merely remove her arms. Killing Arcanix was not his goal. As the stench of burned synthflesh filled the air, smoke rising from his cybernetic hand, he had effectively stopped Arcanix from using both ends of her weapon, holding the end of her saber in place and creating an opening for his own attack that would easily sever Arcanix’s arms right in the elbows lest some divine powers decided to intervene on the fake Jedi master’s behalf and spare her the humiliation.
 
"Nobody is killing anybody! Galactic Alliance Defense Force! Stand fast and identify yourselves."​
Zark's drew her attention, a lone figure trying to defuse the situation? Admirable but mistaken. Samka grinned while still flickering the corrupted crystal between her fingers. "We're just a few simple merchants looking for pretty little gems, I fail to see the concern. Let us be on our way and there will be no bloodshed. Are these crystals truly worth a single life in exchange?"

She was stalling. The others were making their move. By her side, Isla ignited her blade threateningly while from the shadows, Brennan Cabrol was making his move. But before anything could happen, there was a distant rumble and the flickering image of their speeders in her head. An image placed there by Castor Ren. The message was obvious, time to leave.

Samka snarled beneath her breath and began to cradle the small crystal in her grasp, "We're not ready. We've barely begun. We can't leave yet." Another rumble echoed through the cavern, this one much closer and her own words seemed to echo back with them. Were these crystals worth having a Knight of Ren buried alive? No. Everyone of them had a part to play later. Still she would have to integrate Castor Ren on his actions later to determine if prematurely ending their mission with a cavern collapse was necessary.

The teenage knight took a step back, fleeing may not be honourable but it was the most sensible course of action, she presumed the others would follow her. Then he spoke. The scruffy one who had landed in their laps. Youngling? Oh he had no idea what she was capable of. Samka had met with Jedi before and for the most part they had been polite, amiable types so on a personal level she wished them little ill will. This man was the one thing Samka Derith could never stand. Rude.

She turning back on her heels and gazed upon her opponents with burning, thinly restrained rage. "You'll learn never to underestimate me. A pity you won't live long enough to put that lesson to use. None of you."

She didn't withdraw her blade hidden beneath her skirt, there was a better way to take them out. The caves were already unstable, she only had to intensify that. Focusing on the cave ceiling, Samka Derith sent a series of rapid shock waves upwards. The collapse was starting to happen even quicker than before. Already rocks started to drop from the roof and dust covered them all. Samka turned her back on the enemy and used her athletic speed to flee. The other Ren were already warned, they should be fine. The others should be crushed.

[member="Castor Ren"] [member="Isla Ashen"] [member="Brennan Cabrol"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]​
@D'vok Windroamer [member="Jamie Pyne"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Zark"] [member="Aerion Ivelisse"] [member="HK-36"]​
 
Isla’s eyes found [member="Samka Derith"] out of the corner of her gaze. It was unfortunate that they would not be allowed to remain and finish their business here, but it was simply out of the question at this point. The words spouted by D’Vok did not go unnoticed by Isla, but she ignored them. It was not worth her time to form an answer. As far as Isla was concerned, the man should be thankful that he was still breathing, let along speaking in such a manner. It was time to go; they would have a small amount of crystals to work with, and that was better than nothing.

Well, if they managed to make it out alive.

Her eyes grew wide as Samka focused a series of concentrated blasts at the ceiling of the cave. The surrounding area shuddered once more, and the air was quickly filled with dust. Yes, this could work to their advantage. The opportunity to flee was there, but if she could delay their unwelcome company, it would be all the better. As Samka’s lithe figure ran past with impressive speed, Isla began to pull the force around her. She would employ a technique similar to that [member="Brennan Cabrol"] had just done, but on a larger scale. Quickly, she began to weave a whirlwind, gathering dust and bits of rock as she did.

Isla was focused on her task; unable to concentrate on the presences of her fellow Ren, but she hoped that they had seized the chance to make a run for it. In an instant, she unleashed the fury of debris in the direction of [member="HK-36"], [member="D'vok Windroamer"], and [member="zark"]. If they remained, they would be knocked back by her force wave and pelted by all of the dust and shards of rock that came with it. The surrounding tunnel would be dark with the cover of dust, and she turned on a heel to begin her move towards the exit. She held her arm up towards her face, guarding herself as best she could against the thick air, and in the other she held her crimson blade... just in case.

[member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Castor Ren"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], [member="Darth Veles"]
[member="Jamie Pyne"] , [member="Aela Talith"], [member="Aerion Ivelisse"]
 
Kyrel's saber clashed with [member="HK-36"] saber looking claws. As sparks were flying Kyrel felt a sense of surprise as their blades clash. He had not once ever encountered a droid who possessed such skill that made him a formidable opponent. He fell back quickly, releasing his grip on the man he was holding not a second earlier. He than proceeded to go into a Soresu defensive cursing at such circumstances that had befallen to him on this quest. He attempted to parry each strike, moving backwards avoiding his attacks. He than saw the other Ren join in on the battle. The crazy 'Purple Ren' had stopped using her facade of a merchant,and unleashed herself upon them. He also sensed multiple clashes knowing that he was not alone in this encounter.

He than felt the cave rumbling. He cursed himself, His vocabulater expressing his disappointment and irritation at the unfortunate turn of events. "No..The fools,It's too soon." He said. He looked at the droid with contempt,and said begrudgingly backing away. "Well i'm afraid this will have to wait. I have better things to do than fight a droid,and i still wish to get out of here. Farewell." He than ran along a separate path,He traced the crystal that was calling to him earlier, and wished to grab what he had come for while he still could. Stalagmites were falling around him as he made his way to a cavern. The cavern had many glowing crystals, and even as everything was falling apart, he used the force to pull the one that was calling to him to his hand. He than proceeded to go back the way he came.

Debris blocked his path when he went back,so in a desperate attempt he went along another path. More and more debris were falling dangerously all around him. He could sense the ship was outside,and so hoped to reach an exit soon. He than came across some debris on what looked like to be a door way. He forced pushed the debris along the path, and went through it. His photoreceptors was blinded by the light for a single moment, before finally emerging outside. He came around a different area of the outside,and followed along a path relying on his senses to lead him the way. He than finally made out the outline of a ship and a few figures,and walked towards it. Feeling a sense of accomplishment over this mission.


[member="Isla Ashen"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Taeli Raaf"][member="Kaalia Voldaren"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Jamie Pyne"]@D'vok Windroamer [member="Castor Ren"] [member="Brennan Cabrol"]
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lyn2TO009sg&list=PLUSRfoOcUe4asAAxnMAaK_BUhpup_0xJ_&index=71
D'vok looked up at the ceiling. The cave was rumbling, and stalactites started to fall. D'vok quickly sidestepped, as one large one landed right where he was just a moment earlier. He quickly fired shots at [member="Isla Ashen"] and [member="Kyrel Ren"] with one hand and grabbed the golden crystal with the other. The cave gave a large growl, and with that came a rumbling that threw D'vok terribly off balance. He regained composure, and noticed [member="Samka Derith"] escaping. A small pile of rocks was forming an odd sort of wall between her path and the others. The wall was closing, as falling rocks built it up more and more. D'vok vaulted over the wall, cutting his hand rather deeply in the process. He ignored the pain and sprinted forward after the girl. D'vok sprinted along the path, occasionally firing shots when he thought he saw Samka. She had a lead on him, however D'vok knew that there were only two options at the end of the path. An exit, or a dead end. Either worked for D'vok. All this raced through his mind as the path became more and more damaged. More rubble was in D'vok's path. He was focused on getting the crystal. He didn't understand how she had been able to summon energy from the crystal, that's what D'vok thought she did, at least, and so maybe her crystal was special. He had to have it. These crystals were worth 100k credits at LEAST. He knew that some sleemo would pay handsomely for a special one. The path got darker. D'vok noticed a gap in the path, the hole leading to what he presumed to be certain death. He jumped from one side to the other. He grasped one hand onto the cliff, and hung there for a second. He clamped his other hand over the first, and tried to pull himself up. It worked, and he trudged on through the path.
"Look just gimme the damn crystal and we can all go home unscathed!" D'vok yelled into nothingness.
 
As Kaalia kept running, letting the Force guide her steps, she saw a figure in the distance. As she closed the distance between her and what was a black sillouette at first, the black, Vader-like suit of [member='Kyrel Ren'] became clearer and clearer. Relieved to see a fellow Knight of Ren, she put an extra zip in her step to meet him, her red hair flailing around even more wildly than it did before.

"I-I felt it. Something went wrong, I'm here for backup. What happened?" , the young woman blurted out while panting from her sprint, clearly very alert and hasty. "Where are the others? I need to go get them to the freighter!"


[member='Jamie Pyne'] [member='Isla Ashen'] [member='Samka Derith'] [member='Darth Veles'] [member='Taeli Raaf'] [member='Castor Ren'] [member='Brennan Cabrol'] @D'Vok Windroamer
 

HK-36

The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
[member="Kyrel Ren"],

The duel between the two would be quite.. something, considering that the last "attack" the droid did against Kyrel was gently pressing the edge of his lightsaber-resistant claws against his red blade to deactivate it with their purified cortosis layer. Afterwards the droid more or less would just casually swat his lightsaber aside to get him to stop pointing it at the droid and D'Vok he was kinda trying to protect, somehow that was enough to put his training to the test and duel him without actually attacking. But hey, as long as it kept the cyborg occupied and distracted, HK couldn't complaint.

[member="Isla Ashen"],

When Isla begun to raise the cloud of dust she could see the droid's red glowing eyes focused on her, although still humoring Kyrel to their little "duel" he seemed to be paying more attention to Red than the cyborg. So when the dust and debris begun to raise around her in what the droid determined to be unnatural patterns, perhaps even noticing somatic gestures if she used any to channel the Force better. She could see him stepping aside, positioning herself so that Kyrel was between her and the blast of Force and debris, using one of her own students as a body shield, forcing her to either harm both of them, or lower the intensity of attack at least in his particular direction, or somehow use a different angle when it came to attacking him with debris.

Either way, HK's large Phrik claws extended from his feet, reaching out from the biot and additional armor plates that covered him and they dug into the rock and dust floor beneath them, anchoring him down so that his relatively light Phrik body would not be thrown around so easily. He would also not stop Kyrel from running away to fulfill his mission, to the droid he was not the real threat or target on the battlefield, so when the cyborg said,

"Well i'm afraid this will have to wait. I have better things to do than fight a droid,and i still wish to get out of here. Farewell."

The droid responded with,

"I was not fight you, you were trying to fight me. Goodbye, have a nice day."

This was a very weird encounter so far.


Either way, then Kyrel left the scene and there was nothing else shielding the droid, his cloak begun to flatter wildly against the torrent of dust, pieces of jagged rock would smash against him from the front and above, but still, Isla would be able to hear,

KSH-CHUNK, KSH-CHUNK,

Rhythmic sounds of the droid's feet pulling out of the ground and taking a hard, large step closer together, digging his anchoring claws all over again as he pushed against the tunnel of dust, the debris causing his body to yank and jerk back, to the sides, down even, as he dodged all he could from his fairly limited position, still being hit by plenty, his black cloak tearing slightly as the pieces of debris cut at it, there was also an unnatural noise,

NGYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAH,

A painful hiss of his biot as it absorbed large portion of the damage. Through the thick, chocking cloud of dust the crimson glow of the droid's eyes would be still seen by her, still looking right at her as it crept closer.

HK had his sights on her still through the cover with a nifty use of infrared scanners and heat sensors, standard droid tricks, when she turned around HK reached out towards her with his arm.


The droid had no access to the Force, obviously being fully mechanical and not one of those Shard puppets, but there was something else he could use, he called it the Droid-Force, those who were not weird like him just called it "science". HK activated one of his Grav-Gloves, built into the biot suit, as he reached out with it he created a gravitational anomaly around and within Isla's leg, specifically her knee. He did a yanking-jerking motion back then, closing his fist, and the anomaly would mimic it.

Nobody would expect a telekinetic assault from a machine, for obvious reasons, but HK found ways to mimic some of the Force powers. Still, unlike Force-borne telekinesis, his was limited by its range, power, and duration. The farther his target got away from him the weaker his telekinesis was, although it could be still potent considering the droid's physical strength to begin with and how the Grav-Gloves used that as their maximum telekinetic strength, and it could only lest few seconds, so as much as the droid would like to hold Isla back, he would not be able to do it.

Instead his goal was, and that was the best case scenario, to yank back on her knee while crushing it a tad and dislocate her knee cap to force her down to the ground and disable some of her movement. But considering the possibly growing distance, although he tried to do it before she started to run, not the best conditions for aiming anything, and the fact that the Force could always alert her, it was just as likely that he only caused her to stumble, or to fall down with having her leg pulled back like that, or just damaged her kneecap and gave her a nasty limp but did not do enough to knock her down. There was too many variables and possibilities to say for sure.


[member="Samka Derith"],

Just like with Isla, Samka could see that HK was using his "duel" with Kyrel as a cover against their telekinetic attacks, so if she wanted to bring down the ceiling on the droid while her fellow Ren was right there, that was up to her. He did not remain there too long either way as he seemed quick to get out, and the rocks she forced loose would begun to smash down on the droid, who was currently heading towards Isla, although he was still standing.

And just like with Isla, when Samka turned around the droid extended out his arm and made a crushing, yanking motion towards her, activating his other Grav-Glove, this time aiming to create a gravitational anomaly in and around her throat. His goal was to crush it enough to force her into a coughing fit while throwing her back into the collapsing cavern with them, the droid was no Jedi, but still it was not enough to strangle her to death like Vader enjoyed doing or even chock her out to knock her out. Also considering the possible distance, although again they were in the same cavern, it's probably fairly point blank environment, and her speed, it's possibly for the attack to have been weaker than HK expected, only causing a coughing fit without pulling her back too much, or she would have been able to escape out of the anomaly enough to only be yanked back by the back of her neck enough to make her stumble and slow her down momentarily.


Back to Kyrel!

The droid still had one more ace up his sleeve, his two Greycloak guards that remained hidden, following his orders,



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"Oh people!" He piped up with a soft gesture motioning for his bodyguards to wait out of sight before stepping in closer through the network towards them. He feigned ignorance for now, "Good, good, people are good, especially cuties like you, Red."

So when [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] came up to Kyrel outside of the crumbling tunnels, she would be able to spot two pairs of glowing red photoreceptors suddenly materialize out of thin air behind him, just seconds before the two honor guard HK droid cast off their chameleon cloaks they used to stalk Kyrel through the tunnels, revealing their two large armored lightsaber-wielding bodies, although their lightsabers were not activated yet as they smashed into the ground two grey orbs.

Suddenly two clouds of thick matte grey dust-like substance would erupt around them like smokescreen, perhaps even going into Kyrel's filtration system. Indeed, describing it as dust would be fitting, for the name of the material was D.U.S.T., a Protectorate-made tracking powder that had the ability to stick itself to plenty of surfaces and being fairly difficult to get rid of for shorter amounts of time.


[member="Rhen Qel-Droma"],

Master Rhen would be notified suddenly to all the locations tracking dust was currently covering, allowing him to intercept whatever was marked with it so far.

[member="Brennan Cabrol"],

Zark is out sick with a toothache, he should be back soon to reply to you!
 
She of course knew how to use a double-bladed lightsaber, having used one of the same style since she had been an acolyte. His taunt was more amusing than anything else, because working on her lightsaber styles besides Makashi and her form here had never been her big concern. Trained it, yes, but focused on it... no. She had focused most of her time on mastering the Force itself, unlocking old secrets and forging new paths of power. And unfortunately for Veles, as he came in to attack her with his longer blade, which almost made her think he was compensating for something, he would find out that he had made a very poor decision.

The blade would fall on her elbows, hissing crackling, the smell of burnt fibers rising between them... the heat blisters rising under where he was trying to cut through... he would probably feel a sense of triumph and superiority over her, because he thought he was besting her. Unfortunately for him, her arms remained attached to her body... and now her hands were under his guard.

"Oops," she said, at the same time unleashing an incredible torrent of Force Lightning from her open hand, directly into [member="Darth Veles"] unprotected chest as his lightsaber was out of position to block her attack this time, and to be close enough to grab her lightsaber blade with his likely phrik hand meant there was no way he was going to be able to dodge this one.
 
Jamie could feel the slight presence of Aela somewhere. In between slowly blinking eyes, exchanging one darkness for another, the warm liquid still leaking from the back of her head that managed to escape the matted blonde hair continued to tickle the sides of her face before reaching the ground. It was difficult to focus now, having so little energy. Most of the pain had gone away, replaced by a numbing sensation throughout her body as it adjusted to the situation. For all the adrenaline that had run its course, it wasn't enough to free any part of her body from beneath the rubble. It was a rather hopeless endeavor.

She wondered if Aerion had caught up to Castor, or if the man had escaped. She hoped that her sacrifice at least ensured that the ones responsible for this got nothing for their trouble, and were apprehended by the other Jedi. The draft beneath the rock began to feel incredibly cold, sending small shivers down her back, causing a slight chatter in her teeth.

Maybe if she just got some sleep, she would awake with more energy to free herself...

[member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Castor Ren"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Zark"] | [member="Siriwook"] | [member="Isla Ashen"] | [member="Perth Levov"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Aerion Ivelisse"] | [member="D'vok Windroamer"]​
 
[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Aela the boulder away.

She heaved as hard as she could, and Jamie would find herself struck with an almost overbearing amount of sunshine. The rubble seemed to shift for half a second as the massive stone was chuckled aside, landing behind Aela with a loud repetitive thud. It rolled for half a dozen steps before coming to a stop.

Fresh air would rush to her padawan as Aela caught sight of her. "Jamie!"

She could see the blood that had pooled around her apprentice, the stones that were still pinning her in place. She was trapped, but at the very least she no longer had a boulder cutting off her air supply threatening to squish her at any moment.

"Jamie i'll get you out!" Aela shouted through half a breath. "Just hang on a few more minutes."

Her muscles were growing heavy, the force was getting harder and harder to use, but she had to do this.
 
Darth Veles already thought himself victorious. His blades made contact, but instead of passing through Taeli’s arms and leaving perfectly cleaved smoking stubs, the red plasma stopped and refused to eat through her clothing. Admittedly, the Sith lord had not considered this possibility, and now he had to pay the price for his failure. The very moment of his triumph has been ruined, turned against him in split second, and despite the horrifying realization, there was no time to correct his mistake. Displaying shock and surprise alike, his eyes met Arcanix’ shortly before the purple torrent seized his chest, its sheer power hurling his screaming body away. Nothing in the galaxy could protect Darth Veles against the Sith lady’s mental ejaculation as she poured the purest dark side energies into every fibre of his tortured body, sensations easily compared to being torn apart and cooked in boiling water.

The Sith lord’s lightsaber left his hand and fell on the ground with a metallic clank, yet the Mon Cal’s body was not free; it continued its flight, kept in the air by the Sith lady’s shimmering power, bones glowing and showing themselves through his skin. For as long as the channelling took, his involuntary screams continued, even after gravity finally stopped the Sith lord’s form in travelling further through the air. Unlike his weapon, the man landed with a heavy thud before silence finally settled in.

“I-I-I-I,…” the Sith stuttered between irregular, wheezy breathing, still experiencing a purgatory as he managed to rise on his knees, “Y-y-y-y-you s-s-should h-ha-have l-lost.”

He was furious, frustrated, humiliated. The cybernetic arm refused to function and now hung limp, its organic twin clutched his chest. Darth Veles cast a hateful glare towards his opponent, then frowned and refused to look into her face further. Crippled by pain and feeling the aftereffects of being exposed to such terrible power that would have undoubtedly killed anyone less powerful in the Force, he focused on regaining what little strength was left for his body. Even though defeated and practically harmless now, the Sith lord was not completely out of options – although the likelihood his Sith rival would offer him a chance to recuperate equalled zero. Anger, hatred and pain made a deadly triumvirate that made his blood boil and if he possessed the ability to move, the combination would have undoubtedly turned [member="Taeli Raaf"] into a corpse.
 
"Did you really think I would leave myself open to a lightsaber attack?" she asked, unleashing another blast of Force Lightning at [member="Darth Veles"] as she spoke. She would allow herself to feel some satisfaction at his battered form, but he had brought this on himself when he tried to blow her up and amputate her limbs. "I designed these robes to be made of cortosis-weave. One must be prepared for every eventuality, to have aces upon aces up their sleeves."

She would keep the bolts going into his form as she stepped closer and closer, determined to make sure he had no time or ability to regroup his faculties.

"Hate me all you want, but you brought this upon yourself when you tried to blow me up," she continued, enjoying the sight of the lightning placing across his frame. "But..." the lightning trail off for a moment as she stopped next to his body. "I could kill you, but I won't, Avreet. I'm tempted to spirit you away to some hidden place, leave you captivity... but I won't even stop you from escaping. However, you won't be leaving with your prize."

She would direct her thoughts to the crystal in his tunic, summoning it to her hand.

"Amazing little things, aren't they?" she continued. "They can power our lightsabers, but have the potential for so much more. It's said the Death Star's superlaser had kyber crystals at its heart, along with many superweapons from ancient Jedi and Sith. They contain an enormous amount of power... next time you want to gain kyber, steal it from somewhere else. Like Mygeeto or Ilum, I hear they aren't all that protected right now. Sliuz."

The dark side would draw away with a groan audible to the two of them, disappearing back into the Marks around her eyes and leaving her presence looking and feeling just as pure as when they had begun this contest.

"There's a ship at a farm about two kilometers west from here that you can take, if you so desire. Farewell, Avreet."

And she would walk away, leaving the Mon Cal to recover and escape. She hoped he would understand their bout was nothing personal, and she hadn't even done any permanent damage to him. She could see a use for him in the future.
 

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