The Republic Counter-Invasion of Prakith [Republic vs. One Sith]

[The Hound]

Location: Isolda's Meditation Chamber
Objective: "Take" Ryan Korr
Allies: [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Shara"] [member="Darth Isolda"]
Enemies: [member="Quinn Vos"] [member="Jaxton Ravos"] [member="Ryan Korr"]
Quinn, What do you See in their Eyes?

The Hound stood before her meditation chamber, silent and in darkness. Its dark, sunken eyes gazed on eerily at the large doors and even as Shara stood beside him, dwarfing him with his size, Turin stood, not acknowledging him. There was something familiar about the demon-like creature though, as if they had met somewhere in the past. It didn't matter though.

It didn't matter because he didn't care what had happened to him in his past life. All that mattered was following the orders of the Chosen.

Even in this place of darkness Turin stood out like a heavy blot of ink on a block of white permacrete, but for those whom were preoccupied it may have been difficult to differentiate The Hound from the rest of the citadel. But he could sense all of them. Three of them, beyond the doors. But his chosen was no fool. Handmaidens were picked for their strength as well as their loyalty. But what was this?

His body suddenly went rigid as she spoke aloud. Though the Hound could not hear her words directly a sensation ran through his body that told him what needed to be done. Images flooded his mind, there were far more enemies than he had sensed in the Force and though the handmaidens held their own to some degree, the five blue men were strong.

The Force welled up around him as her anger flowed through him. A ghastly, guttural howl erupted from his maw, announcing his presence from behind the door. Raising his clawed hand to the door he pushed on it with the Force. The doors flew open, the left door flying from the hinges and crushing one of the Vong that had been fighting one of the blue skinned swordsmen.

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With a grunt he bent over, his great horns pointing at the red haired Jedi. The Force welled up inside him and sparks jumped from the tips of his horns as the Force gathered. A horrible sound, came from the horns as a red, solid projectile formed between them. It sounded as if the very aspect of the Force itself was being distorted. And then it was released, the force of the attack causing the Hound to shudder. Kinetite flew at an astounding speed at Ryan Korr.

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[Marcus Faust]

Location: Same
Allies: Same
Enemies: Same
Objective: Ugh fine.

Vindica didn't respond verbally instead simply shrugging off his robes and prying away his mask, tossing the thing too [member="Vulpesen"] as the last remaining bit of what was once human.

Vulps had been right, it wasn't visually appealing, what the results of becoming infused with both sithspawn and cybernetics, but it was damn scary, and damn powerful. With a flick of his thumb the crimson blade came to life and he raised up his lightning hand. Then he unleashed a torrent of powerful electricity at neither Vulpesen or [member="Gherron Vael"], but at [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"].

Slowly the now large Vindica began trotting forward, spewing lightning with his saber raised and at the ready. Not all of them would be leaving today.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen's saber flicked up to catch the brunt of the bolts, any stray sparks then being taken in by the power of tutaminis. Alexandra had climbed onto his back and with Vulpesen facing Faust, that mean that the attack would first have to go through him. "Back away Faust!" His hand clicked from his coat, sending a primed EMP grenade at the man's feet. Using the force, Vulpesen would keep the grenade from being pushed away as it released its charge on the sith, aiming to cripple his cybernetic body. "Gherron, run!"

[member="Darth Vindica"]

 

[Marcus Faust]

Vindica would hardly flinch as the limited strength enhancing capacities of his cybernetics died as he crushed the grenade beneath his foot. Vong crab armor bonded with mutated and altered flesh, turning Faust's skin to armor, and his body into a weapon, he had devoted it all the Dark Lord, and he had re-payed in kind.

Lumbering forward Marcus continued towards his old foe, his yellow eyes gleaming beneath his demonic helmet. With every step, the more suffocating the blackness of what was once Marcus Faust encircled [member="Vulpesen"] as did the electricity pouring into him, and there was no way he could catch it all.

Like the first time they'd met, bith were largely sticking too old tricks, that was until Vindica cut his flow of lightning. Sinking into a combat stance the warrior drew back his free hand, force energy building up visibly in a blue ball. Vindica had mastered force blast, and it was time to show off the destructive ability.

With a simple striking motion the Sith hurled the orb of energy into the ground in front of the rogue master, where it would hurl anything near it back with potentially bone breaking force.

 

[Quinn Vos]

Location: The Chambers of Isolda in the real Citadel
Objective: The 'and' part from before
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Randial"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Sena Lassiter"] [member="The Hound"]

"I. Know. Sacrifice." Hunter's gaze regarded the woman with a sneer. She had handmaidens and smooth skin. Her outward appearance seemed to depict a life so different from the rough-palmed and calloused-footed jungle woman.

Quinn did not risk a glance behind. Randial was there. And Korr, Korr she felt as if their hearts raced to the same thrumming beat. Did she lead him to his death?

As the Dark Queen went to strike, the Kiffar raised her arms. Earth bending and water bending were her strengths. And she had plenty of material to work with. As Isolda went in for a strike, she would find the ground at her feet suddenly bucking and crumbling to throw her back.

With a wave of a toned, mocha-arm Quinn plucked a stream of water up from the scrying pool and sent it in a fairly strong stream for the sith queen's eyes.

 

[Vulpesen]

Allies: [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"], [member="Gherron Vael"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Vindica"]
Goal: Escape

Vulpesen let out a growl as he saw the blue concentration of energy. Having seen it several times in his combat career, he knew exactly what it was and it only took him a moment to find a suitable plan. As far as he'd seen, such a blast only occurred once it his something and thus the trick was not to avoid being hit, but to choose what it hit. His hands flicked outward and the master leaped to the air. From one hand, the force would direct three daggers into the coming blast, causing it to release early, preferably right in Faust's face. From the other, a widespread force push, directed at the coming concussion wave, blunting it enough to keep Vulpesen from being destroyed by it. The resulting power would allow the master to glide away on the air until he gained enough control and fall to the ground. From there, Faust would see the first of his major changes. Once his legs hit the duracreet, his now visible tail would wrap tightly around Alexandra, his legs would pop into a new socket, and with a simple application of force speed, the zorren would be gone in a moment, racing off as fast as any speeder.

 

[Vulpesen]

Once he was safe and on the ground again, Vulpesen simply continued to run, turning his head to [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]. "You know, we've come this close to death way too many times. So before we end up in pieces, or separated again by some cosmic twist of cruelty, Alexandra, will you marry me?"

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra stared up at him like he had just won the award for the Galaxy's dumbest person, for a moment unable to speak before finally getting out the words. "Vulps, we are being shot at and you are making jokes in the middle of a warfield... Vong, up ahead, turn right." She would wait for him to do so before continuing her rant. "Can you hold off on the jokes, for until we get safe off this planet and don't have an army of vong to run from?"

 

[Vulpesen]

He tuned right as she spoke but was shaking his head as he did so. "Alex, I'm not joking. I mean it. Lets get married. We'll get out of this helllhole, escape the vong, and plan ourselves a wedding." He turned his head to face her as his four limbs carried him across the battlefield. His golden eyes shone with sincerity and while it wasn't the most romantic setting, he couldn't really see himself doing it any other way.

[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Vulpesen"]

She was silent and just looked ahead before sighing and looking off towards the far ends of roads, glancing up and speaking. "Get to the roofs, right now... and Vulps... Lets get out of here before i answer you." She smiled though as she looked towards the skies with her hand curling up as she didn't know what to say to tell the full truth.

 

[Vulpesen]

"As you wish, love." His legs sprung off the ground and he started to scale one of the buildings, the claws of a zorren easily taking him out of sight of the enemy troops. Pulling out his comlink he then spoke to the pilot of their dropship. "Meet us outside the ship yards. We're ready for pick up. Expect one injured, and two fairly damaged soldiers."

[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Location: Meditation Chamber
Objective: Fracture the One Sith
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Quinn Vos"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Isolda"] [member="The Hound"] [member="Darth Shara"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Sena Lassiter"]
Around: [member="Jannik Morlandt"]

"My ball." Jaxton called, as if this was just a normal pick-up game at the gym. Underneath Jaxton's clothes his body hair would begin to rise as Jaxton changed the flow of electro-magnetism around him. Jaxton wasn't a man who could conjure lightning, through "Electric Judgement" or normal Force Lightning, but back when he was a Jedi he spent time with the Baron Do, learning a technique called Hassat-Durr. With that skill he could disable prosthetics, interfere with electrical implants, boost commlink ranges, and re-direct normal and Force-based lightning. He'd hold his free hand up and Kinetite ball would begin to angle, pulling slightly upwards at the magnetic manipulation put about the zeltron who looked like a chiss. As it reached his hand it would seem to float just beyond contact, staying with his hand as it swung around like a soft-ball pitch, launching the kinetite ball at a group of slayers and other One Sith guardsmen.

The original Kinetite, the one used by Darth Vader, could flatten a ferrocrete bunker. The Hound, though a strong opponent no doubt, was not a Darth Vader, or at least knew to ration his ability enough not to cause the entire meditation room to cave in on top of them. As such when Jaxton's redirected Kinetite ball kit the floor it only caused part of the meditation room floor to collapse. Somewhere around a fifth to a quarter. Thus a sizeable portion of Isolda's personal guard were gone, and a portion of the 'battlefield' was also gone.

Meanwhile the five vahla handmaidens did combat with Jaxton's five other selves. They were no slouches, but they'd find that neither was fighting a Jedi Master whose focus was in saberplay and enhancing one's speed. Their nervous systems would soon convince them that they were missing limbs, experiencing fourth-degree burns, and perhaps even dying from their White Current Lightsabers. Jaxton supposed it was a better than living a life of servitude to the Darkside.

 

[Fen]

Location: Meditation Chamber
Objective: Give Quinn Time
Allies: [member="Quinn Vos"] | [member="Jaxton Ravos"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Isolda"] | [member="The Hound"] | [member="Darth Shara"]

"Ryan Korr," the redhead said in response, voice crisp and clear, like the drawing of steel. He of course knew of Jaxton Ravos. Swarthy blue-haired Jedi Masters with fabled swordsmanship and prowess in the White Current were not all that common.

A horned monstrosity burst through the floor, while a second, smaller one burst through the doors. They were different spectrums of evil, but their horns marked them all the same. The one who'd blown the door off its hinges lowered its horns in Ryan's direction. Power welled and it seemed to Ryan as if the very air were being leeched of warmth. Then a crackling sphere burst toward him.

Korr was already in motion, leaping high to avoid the blast, but his efforts proved unnecessary as Master Ravos took care of the kinetite.

A second later the very air rippled with an explosion that sundered the floor and left Vong, Slayers and Royal guards in smoking ruins strewn across the ground. Korr landed lightly and brought his lightsaber into guard, blade vertical and held with two hands close to his right side. The stench of burnt flesh assaulted his nostrils. He felt nauseous, stomach rebelling against the noxious fumes of death and ozone.

Teeth grinding, Korr attacked the larger foe, lashing out with a two-handed diagonal cut aimed at the sithspawn's left shoulder, which he seamlessly transitioned into a clockwise spin, bringing the blade around and up toward his opponent's right hip in a rising slash.

 

[The Hound]

Location: Meditation Chamber
Objective: Protect Isolda
Allies: Darth Isolda Darth Shara
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Jaxton Ravos"] [member="Quinn Vos"]

The Chiss' defense was admirable. The attack had killed many of the guards and destroyed a part of the chamber. A small price to pay. Standing to his full height his dark pits gazed into the red eyes of his opponent, a deep growl coming from his chest. Gripping the black sithsword tightly he rushed at the Chiss, flourishing his blade as he ran.

The beast brought his sword arm in for a powerful punch the blue skinned male in the face. as his second move, following all the way through hilt and all. He wasted no time getting into the fight.

Kill​

Destroy​

Kill ​

Destroy​

Protect​

Destroy​

The words ran through his head as images, feelings, colors and sounds. His one, singular purpose.

 

[Valerie Vizsla]

Location: Objective Two - The Real Citadel
Objective: Defend the citadel
Allies: @Sena Lassiter [member="Darth Carach"] [member="The Hound"] [member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Proximity: @Ryan Korr [member="Jaxton Ravos"] [member="Quinn Vos"]
Directly Engaging: Who Wants To Be Eaten?

Something moved passed him something small and vicious.

Shara watched it for a few seconds, he watched the combat inside, his lips turned into a snarl, and he stepped into the room with a single large gait. His foot left a slight imprint on the ground, the slightest of dents as Shara added extra pressure into his step. A low growl entered his throat, escaping from him as he laid his eyes upon a pink creature, one whose hair was disgustingly matted.

He shifted slightly, stepping forward again.

Darth Shara was difficult to miss. Standing at three meters tall and weighing more than the average elevator he was huge. His hands shifted slightly, one grasping a massive Lightsaber that sat on his hip, the other reaching up and summoning the force. The demons hand moved in what many would call a back handed slap.

A wave of the force smashed out from his hand, flying towards [member="Ryan Korr"] to send him away from The Hound.

 

[Darth Isolda]

[member="Quinn Vos"]

The ground would tremble under the Chosen of Vahl, and a loud cracking sound would prompt the mirror like surface of the floor to shudder.

In that next instant, a large crack would appear upon the stone, one edge lifting while the other sank a good four inches. The Wild Child's first objective would succeed, unbalancing Darth Isolda as she would sway back and forth.

However, the attack through an orb of water would be rendered useless, for the unbalancing attack would prevent the target of Isolda's eyes from being a still target to hit. The lash of water would sail past her head, missing the tips of her lashes a mere hair's breadth, the length of her black hair whipping around her shoulders. The water would splash against a nearby pillar, trailing glistening droplets to the floor.

Her upper body would dip forward, and a sneer would draw upon the Chosen's lips.

There would come the next attack, those twin blades of violet humming as she would surge forward, still using her Force Sight to guide her to the Kiffar.

Like twin scythes they would come sweeping upon Quinn, the right aimed to strike from in an upward diagonal across from hip to shoulder. Her intent was to force the woman into a position to where she would need to defend or attack, allowing a venue for the second blade an opening to slice off the hand that the woman held the Velok idol.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Allies: [member="Quinn Vos"] [member="Ryan Korr"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Isolda"] [member="The Hound"] [member="Darth Shara"]

The "Hound", as he was known by Isolda, would first spin his sith sword in a flourish before charging at Jaxton. It was then he knew he was in for a fight. Kinetite was a powerful skill, rare technique, and to just swing a Sith Sword around like that? Sith Swords were heavy, a feth-ton heavier than a lightsaber handle and the beast didn't show any signs of tiring. But thankfully, the Hound still had a bit of distance to cross. He was quick so it didn't take long, but Jaxton was quick himself. He could still see what he wanted to see. He could see the Hound's first move, just a split-second before it came and turned off his saber.

A punch to the face. One Jaxton took the full force of, his nose beginning to bleed. But no sooner had the Hound's fist hit his nose than Jaxton's left hand found it's way onto the Hound's wrist. Mechanical force from his prosthetic limb would squeeze on his wrist like a vicegrip, hopefully keeping his weapon hand in place as the Hound would find a lightsaber hilt placed onto to his exoskeleton, where his heart would be sheltered underneath. The placement, aided by Forcespeed, would take maybe a split second. Another split second and the button on Jaxton's lightsaber would be pushed, it's apparent crimson blade extending directly into the Hound. Jaxton knew the One Sith had Sith Alchemy and Vong crap out the wazoo, so the move wasn't likely checkmate, but he suspected he could only stop the hole in his chest for so long.

Meanwhile the Vahla Handmaidens would each fight in a strange staccato that somehow harmonized with the others. The dance was beautiful, terrifying, yet the White Current Randials still had the upperhand. The handmaidens would recoil, believing hands and legs and heads to be lost as they lost to Jaxton's skill and strength. The images of Jaxton took many things after him, including his lack of desire to brag or speak during battle. Disregarding their defeated foes they moved on the Slayers and One Sith Guard all around them.

 

[Fen]

Allies: [member="Jaxton Ravos"] | [member="Quinn Vos"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Shara"] | [member="The Hound"] | [member="Darth Isolda"]

A wave of the Force rippled toward Ryan. Grey eyes widened in realization, but it was too late. The pressure front slammed into him and he flew backward, like a fly knocked out of the air. His back slammed into one of the pillars and he crumpled to the ground. Dust from the pillar trickled onto him. Korr lay there for a few heartbeats, stunned, struggling to regain his breath.

He could feel Jaxton fighting nearby. The Jedi Master had somehow merged serenity with the vicious flow of combat. Quinn was a burning presence in the Force, alive in the dancing, destructive way only flames could be.

At last the Jedi Knight grit his teeth and rose to confront his own foe. The demon towered above all else in the room. Korr remembered this Sith. He was the one who had nearly slain Marcello. Gray eyes grew hard with determination. Like a man drawing steel before death's gates, he dared the demon to do his worst.

Muscles in Ryan's jaw writhed as he clenched down on anger and replaced it with a stone-like calm. It was not the fluid serenity of Jaxton Ravos, but rather the stolid implacability of a Jedi who refused to be deterred by darkness, whether it be from without or within. The High Councillor immersed himself in the river of the Force. A torrent of energy swept through his body like a cleansing flood. Korr closed his eyes, releasing his hold on Force Sight and the White Current. He poured all his focus into his next act, erecting first a sheen of blue that hung about his body, skin-tight, and then layering on top of that a coat of glowing green.

Fingers squeezed the hilt of his lightsaber, while his other hand balled into a fist. His eyes opened and settled on the demon. Ryan came at him at a run, form a luminescent turquoise blur.

He sought to flip up above Shara's head and swipe at the top of the Maelibus' head with a downward stroke.

 

[The Hound]

Enemies: [member="Jaxton Ravos"]
Allies: [member="Darth Isolda"]


Strong.

This man was strong. Not like the meat he usually dealt with. His brow rose with surprise as he tried to shake his sword hand lose from the mechanical grip. It was an interesting face to look at indeed as with no eyebrows it looked as if the face of Death held a question for the blue skinned warrior. The red blade activated on his chest, hissing away, the plasma of its blade struggling to find a place to go. The smell of burning sulfur filled the air around them and the beast growled in protest, swing his sword arm to the right, but to no avail.

Glancing over to the fallen beneath the earth he had shattered, his body tensed. Too long and that cursed blade would burn right through his heart. He was shoved into a corner by his own attack, though whether or not the gravity of the situation was apparent to the white, horned beast before the Chiss would be impossible to tell. The beast's mind was a storm of the Dark Side, threatening to rip apart any mentalist whom dared get to close. On the other side it also prevented Force sensitives to detect anything other than true malice towards all living things.

With his free left hand, he charged Force lightning. Pivoting his chest to the left, he swung his shoulder forward, catapulting the clawed, white hand at the Chiss' cranium. His long fingers were cupped as to grab his opponent by the head. Lightning danced between his fingertips, announcing the life threatening danger. Raw, and unabated power was surging from his left hand. If his hand collided with the Chiss' head it would surely bring a painful death by electrocution. A fried brain was unhealthy for a Jedi Master.

 

[Valerie Vizsla]

Location: Objective Two - The Real Citadel
Objective: Defend the citadel
Allies: People
Proximity: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Jaxton Ravos"] [member="Quinn Vos"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Ryan Korr"]

Shara didn't react.

At least not at first. He felt that he didn't need to, that the little Jedi posed no threat to him, not immediately anyway. Instead he stood lackadaisical, following the bright turquoise Jedi as he rushed forward and then jumped up above him. Shara blinked, bright yellow eyes obscured behind two sets of lateral eyelids.

Then he simply stuck up his lightclub and ignited the blade.

The massive lightsaber would ignite in an instant, falling out of the hilt before the beat of a heart could pass. A loud snap-hiss resounded within the hall, and the Jedi would find himself quickly impaled lest he somehow move away in mid-air.