Invasion Through the Gates of Hell (Republic Invasion of Empress Teta - Republic vs. One Sith)

[Darth Banshee]

[member="Tracyn Ordo"]
[member="Popo"]
After she saw the grenades go off, she saw the republic troops scatter. They where unsure what had happened, she was about to follow this up and attack again. Then she heard a voice tell her one brothers was in need [member="Darth Vindica"], she was must go to help him. The one sith where family, united by their ties to dark lord. He could speak to them from far, feel what they felt and help them and shape them. All her family where marked by him, and one them need her help know.

She used the force to stealth herself, before the troops realized what had happened. She then began to move towards her injured brother. Their she saw a Jedi who taken him down, her brother was alive but need help. She made got ready to engage the Jedi, and put an end to his evil ways.

 

[Darth Armyss]

Location: Approaching the Museum of Fine Arts
Objective: Rendezvous with [member="Darth Shara"]
Allies: [member="Darth Shara"], One Sith
Enemies: Anybody stupid enough to get in the way

As soon as he vacated the premises around the library, Albrecht had retreated from the battle and returned to the assembly area where he had been treated for his injuries, and after force choking the CMO on site into near unconsciousness for disarming him without informing him first, he retrieved the lightsabers that had been left behind. As he was about to jump into an airspeeder, however, an NCO called over to him.

"Sir! If you're heading to the Museum, you'll be heading right through the heart of the warzone! That airspeeder's a sitting duck!" he warned.

"Well, do you have anything better-protected then?" the acolyte asked in annoyance. To this, the NCO gestured to something behind Albrecht. He turned around to see, much to his surprise, an AT-ST. A bipedal walker that had been in service for eight centuries in some parts of the galaxy, it was certainly one of the more effective vehicles available to the One Sith on Teta, and had proven vital for providing armor support in the past.

"That'll do; come with me" he commanded as he walked over to the inactive walker and climbed up a tall ladder to get into the fighting compartment from the top. The NCO soon followed and took the seat for the weapons officer, while Albrecht took the driver's controls. He had trained in a simulator for one of these vehicles before, and so at the very least knew how to operate it. Thumbing the switch to activate it, the walker stood up and promptly stomped off in the general direction of the museum, flanked by two identical vehicles of the same type

After about fifteen minutes, the trio of walkers arrived in sight of the museum, but were confronted by a roadblock of Republic infantry...who, based on their reactions, were not prepared for engaging armored vehicles. Sneering at their futile resistance as blaster fire bounced harmlessly off the vehicle's legs, Albrecht pulled the trigger for the chin blasters and obliterated the roadblock, then promptly stepped over it and continued on his way. Chances were, [member="Darth Shara"] would be able to see the three AT-STs approaching by now, strafing infantry with their blaster cannons without slowing their advance in the slightest.

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Courtyard
Allies: [member="Astraios Blackhand"]
Enemies: [member="Hasjo Hallu"]


"Ugh," was the only response that came out of the Mon Cal's mouth, just a moan. The cybernetic eye watched as the Jedi with broken ribs helped his less experienced and mutilated friend to get up. Veles definitely wished to meet the one wishing him the Force to be with him. The two Padawan deserved much worse than they had gotten. He would have undoubtedly killed them both if not for the stun blast in the leg. It frustrated him greatly as he could only angrily glare at the two making their way out of the courtyard until they disappeared somewhere in the city. If only he could use the anger he felt to tear them both in half and then fry the Nautolan with Force lightning! As a guard of peace an order, Veles felt greatly disappointed the two agents of chaos escaped unpunished, surely to cause much pain and suffering elsewhere. The Mon Calamari Sith could only hope their own pain coming from the wounds they had received from him wouldn't allow them to sleep at night if nothing else, as they had no conscience to keep them awake.

It was not too late to help the fellow Sith and defeat the much hated enemy though. Clutching his cybernetic hand into a fist, the amphibian attempted to get up. Nothing, although he could feel his body moved before falling back down with a silent thump. This indicated the blasters had been set to low powered stun, meaning the young Sith would move in just a minute or two. The hate Veles felt towards the Nautolan fueled him, not giving him the power as the Dark Side would, but it certainly filled him with determination to succeed. Or perhaps it was the Force, returning to Veles after being taken from him. Just like Maya.

Punching the ground and using the cybernetic hand as a support to help him stand, the assassin slowly got up to his knees, no longer a vulnerable heap of flesh and bone. His hands still firmly held both curved hilts, fortunately. Both thumbs pressed the ignition buttons and he looked up, the large amber eyes staring right at the Jedi Master. "You Dark Jedi beast," the Knight hissed, though his expression remained neutral. "You think you can attack a planet, murder innocents and kidnap my apprentice?!" His mouth twisted into a sly grin upon revealing and confirming what the Silver Jedi most likely feared. "Yes, Maya Whitelight is my apprentice. She told us everything she knew. The location of your temple. The names of your leaders. The routes you use when travelling through space. The places where you get supplies from. And I, in turn, taught her how to use the Dark Side. After I execute you for your crimes, I will rescue her and bring her back to our light... again!"

With that, he slowly paced towards the Jedi Master, both lightsabers raised in defense. Veles attempted to get into the man's back by circling around him while also staying out of reach of his melee weapons.

 

[The Hound]

Location: Teta Museum of the Arts or something
Objective: Defeat Shara and Orcus
Enemies: [member="Darth Shara"] [member="Hion the Herglic"]
Allies: [member="Jannik Morlandt"] @[member="[FONT=Tahoma][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/970-avalore-eden/"]Avalore Eden[/URL]"][/FONT] @[member="[FONT=Tahoma][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/1172-maria-natalja/"]Maria Natalja[/URL]"][/FONT]

Black eye-lids slid over the beast's eyes like some sort of reptile, but black lids could not save his eyes from this assault. He continued to monologue, speaking upon deaf ears, metaphorically in Turin's case, near literal in the other Jedis' case. One by one and quickly two by two, three by three, the blood vessels in his eyes began to pop as the beastly Sith did nothing to combat Turin's assault. He gripped his saber tighter. Vision would blur in both eyes but the left would fade faster than the other. While his goal was to outright blind the beast, if he could get at least one, his balance would be thrown off. He grimaced at the words it spoke, but felt a release within him as the left eye would pop, or rather would be the focal point of a small explosion, like a firecracker, within the beast's skull. That is, unless he figured out what he was doing, and knew how to combat the imminent destruction of his eye.

Monologues got people killed in the field of battle, in this case the beast was lucky he had taken no more than his eye and partial vision. His right eye could be repaired with a skilled healer, but he had heard the Sith lacked those as well as many things. The burning sensation in his right eye would dissipate, though what damage he had actually done while concentrating on the left eye he could not be sure.

He sent a mental nudge to the young seer, the one with the funny accent. He let the Force wash over him, a sense of calm. That everything would be okay. He knew it wouldn't be. He had felt the shift when the Sword fell. It was a great disturbance in the Force, and he knew the culprit but the Force told him her time would come, a single phrase burned into the back of his scull. "Chosen of the Vhal"

Dipping away from the beast and up the stairs, he left Shara to his own devices. The whale had surprised him before, but as he had demonstrated earlier, he had found a way around his devastatingly powerful Force Bellows. Using the Force to push him, he leaped up the stairs, sliding on the ceramic and dashed down the hall, igniting both silver blades. These padawans. He had faith in them, but he did not know for how long they could actually combat Orcus.

 

[Fen]

Location: Western Wall, Open Square

The red-haired padawan emerged from the house where he'd left Marcello and made his way back to the open square. His limbs ached from the earlier combat, but the blood had finally congealed in the sword wounds, stopping the bleeding. Of more trouble were the two burn marks on his torso where Marcello's lightning had struck him through and through. Even so, Korr found the determination to limp back to the square. Yet when he arrived and his grey eyes scanned the arena he found it devoid of combat. The battle must have moved elsewhere.

His keen gaze found a broken form lying upon the ground and he moved closer to inspect. It was Aaralyn's padawan, Rhia Thalasa. She must have been slain while Ryan had been absorbed in combat with the Dark Jedi. He had not known her, but the death of a fellow Jedi set a burden on his heart. He frowned as he noticed two other items lying nearby resonating Rekali's Force Aura. Her lightsabers. He recalled the cylinders to his hand with the Force and attached them to his belt, then he hefted Rhia's body over a shoulder and grit his teeth for the long march ahead.

The feel of her limp body digging into his shoulder brought back memories of his first meeting with Marcello. His Jedi Master had made him - in bare feet and with chaffing, soaked pants - pack up a tent after three hours of sleep and carry it over his shoulder for half-a-dozen kilometers without stop. He understood the purpose of such an exercise now.

Tears steadily tracked their way down Ryan's cheeks as he limped down a broken street, carrying a fallen comrade.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Outside of the Great Library
Objective: Still punching and kicking
Allies: One Sith, DSotF, [member="Lady Exedō"], [member="Darth Arcis"], and anyone else I forgot to mention
Enemies: The Republic, LSotF, [member="Kiskla Grayson"], [member="Darth Kentarch"], [member="Zaren Bouqi"], [member="Jared Ovmar"]
Music: Subjected to a Beating by Dying Fetus

The whip went wide, and like that his opportunity to take down the traitor was ruined as Kentarch called down his personal vessel, which began to fire upon soldiers and Sith alike. Vornskr couldn't deflect laser fire from a starship, and so he took cover behind large piles of debris as Kentarch boarded his ship and blasted away from the combat zone. That was when Vornskr received the warning from Darth Isolda, of the traitorous doctor and his insidious plots, but that was only the tip of the plot twist iceberg. Vornskr calculated his options, and weighed that he most likely wouldn't have enough time to deactivate the bomb at his location, for there was no doubt that it would be so complex that by the time he could disarm it, it would be too late. However; he trusted the Dark Side of the Force to protect him from the coming dangers, and returned to the fighting at hand.

He brought the whip back to coil around his arm, and reached out into the nearby rubble to pull a fallen blaster rifle into his hands. Within moments he checked the weapon, which was in near-perfect working order, and made sure the weapon was loaded and ready for battle. He then vertically jumped and pulled himself up onto one of the ledges bordering the Great Library, and began to move along its edge until he was at a good enough vantage point against the Jedi Grandmaster and Shinju. It was then that he took aim with his rifle, his years of combat training and battlefield experience coming back to him like riding a bicycle... If this universe actually had anything similar to one, that is. Using Shinju as the distraction, Vornskr unloaded three well-placed bolts of energy towards her legs and lower torso, while also priming a grenade in the underslung launcher and firing it at the pillar she was pressed up against.

He would remain on his perch, providing fire for Shinju in order to help her bring down the Grandmaster.

 

[Darth Armyss]

Location: Museum
Objective: Rendezvous with [member="Darth Shara"]
Allies: [member="Darth Shara"], One Sith
Enemies: Anybody stupid enough to continue a fight that they've already lost ([member="Turin Val Kur"])

Vehicle: AT-ST

Barely a moment after the three walkers arrived, the Republic forces had broken into a full-on retreat. The three walkers opened fire on the retreating soldiers, mowing them down in droves with blaster cannon fire. Before long, the square in front of the museum was empty, save for the One Sith, a few stubborn combatants that had refused to leave, and the charred bodies of the dead and those who merely waited for death's sweet embrace to take the pain away. It seemed that the combatants had quite literally painted the whole city red, he mused as he crushed a still-living soldier beneath one of the walker's feet, silencing his anguished cries for a medic; as far as Albrecht was concerned, it was a mercy kill - that man would probably have bled to death anyway then and there.

Spotting his master at last, the acolyte directed the three walkers up to the steps, upon which he laid eyes on the Jedi Master below them, the three walkers training their cannons on him. He stood up and opened the top hatch of the vehicle, then poked his upper body out to address the enemy below.

"This battle's over, Jedi - surrender, and your life shall be spared" he demanded from his lofty perch, quite willing to open fire on [member="Turin Val Kur"] if he refused to comply and if [member="Darth Shara"] didn't have any objections. The Jedi might be able to deflect fire from the anti-infantry blaster cannon, but the heavier chin-mounted blaster cannons or the grenade launcher might be a bit more difficult, and don't forget that there's three of the walkers all trained on him. Of course, if his master preferred he stay out of their little 'dispute', he was perfectly content to do so; after all, there were still other things to shoot at in the meantime.

 

[Jannik Morlandt]

Location: Teta Museum of Fine Art & Antiquities
Objective: Grief, Defiance, and Possibility
Team: Gamma
Allies: [member="Avalore Eden"] | [member="Turin Val Kur"] | [member="Maria Natalja"] | @All Republic Forces
Enemies: [member="Hion the Herglic"] | [member="Darth Shara"] | [member="Darth Isolda"] | @All One Sith Forces

At the words of the Herglic, Jannik felt surprise, his eyes flicking over to the large cetacean. What was his connection to her? How could he... no, he could not be pulled into a tangent. Such details mattered little, for now.

He looked back to Shara, his eyes narrowing at the towering Maelibus, his neck craning to look into the place where its eyes once were, the tears drying to his cheeks. The hand, the finger at his chest dropped to his side. Isolda... that was the name he sought. A name to put to the thing that had paced in the back of his mind for months, lurking outside his defenses - or so he believed. Had he become paranoid? Uncertain. Cautious? Certainly. Strangely, it gave him purpose. Not a fixation, but a reason. A drive to further the man he and others believed he was intended to become, even if often... the best of intentions could go awry. He would do his utmost not to let that happen.

"How ye take such grief of mine, and whittle it down tae'n off'and, a nothing, Sith..." he said, his eyes stinging, ears still ringing, his head steady despite wanting to look away, "...'e 'ad his master torn apart', poor lad. 'T'aint about me. 'Tis about a beautiful, selfless woman, who 'ad something taken from her."

His grief, and the anger, he would not allow these things to twist him. He would not give this Sith the benefit. He breathed in, and out, the calm washing over him in a subtle touch.

"Y'see, she cannae 'ave kids anymore, b'cause they cut her open, an' removed th'option," he said, as the corners of his lips curling upward in a sad smile, "Kira Liadain loves th'little'uns more than any man or woman ah've ever met, an' now, she cannae ever 'ave wee ones all her own..."

He exhaled a heavy, sighing breath, tears stinging in his eyes again, his fingers curling into his palms, stiff fists as an outward symbol of his resolve.

"...not ever."

His brow knit in worn sorrow, and perhaps pity in some small measure, and he continued. He did not believe that killing was an option, so much as a last resort. That much had he learned.

"Ah wanted vengeance. Ah used to, but... 'tis nothing more than selfishness t'take it. In her own pain, she taught me tha'. So, will ah go with ye for th'reasons ye think? Nay. Would it be foolish tae refuse y'offer, otherwise? Aye. So ye may take me, but ah will never belong t'ye."

 

[Asmundr Varobalder]

LOCATION: Off-World. Kenobi Praxeum.
OBJECTIVE: Investigate a loud voice, save a sister.
ALLIES: The Light Side of The Force
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Isolda"]

Seers and oracles were a dime a dozen in this galaxy. The problem was, that there were only a skinny handful that were actually any good at foretelling the future. Some passed off their talents as a way to make a few credits on the street, setting up tents and encouraging passers-by to have the fate of their pet told, or to see how many pickles would be in their upcoming week. They were cheap clairvoyants who actually weren’t very clear at all. Mostly enigmatic whisperings and claims, a few tips about tall dark strangers but that’s about it. Some of the more talented oracles went into the financial advising business, setting up shop on Muunilist and Coruscant and telling people where they should be investing their assets.

Asmundr was very good at tuning these gypsies out.

When it came to talent, however, it drew the golden oracle like a bug to a flame. He had no business venturing beyond the realm of the praxeum—but he could feel much turmoil in The Force. Brothers and sisters of his own were becoming affected by a dark voice that wasn’t clear to many in the galaxy. Unless the voice wished it to be. He saw flames burning, absorbing those who represented light. She was efficient. She was powerful.

Of all the whirling threads in the galaxy, Asmundr could pinpoint this one the most. It was loud and powerful, precise and weaving in-between the fabrics of the universe’s filmstrip. There was a scene playing out before him, and he’d watched it for some time before he’d managed to silence out all other emotions and trepidations that came from Teta. From his allies. From his family.

His deep, booming voice manifested like a spearhead to penetrate the conversation the Oracle woman hosted.

“You paint pretty promises, Chosen One.
Those you share them with, are not your audience."

 

[Avalore Eden]

[member="Darth Shara"] [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Jannik Morlandt"] [member="Maria Natalja"]

Turak was there, trying to lift her to her feet, but Avalore's head was spinning so furiously, hurting so badly she couldn't hardly manage the task. Instead the Icarii lifted her bodily, holding the woman as he had with Jannik; one arm slung over his shoulders. Seconds passed, minutes, vision slowing to a standstill. Head pounding, Avalore turned two large, brown eyes up to take in the scene before her.

There in the hallway: the giant Herglic.
There at the atrium entrance just beyond: the behemoth Maelibus.

(([member="Turin Val Kur"] they're all in the same area, not sure where you're headed...))

They were talking, Jannik was moving again, ...where was Maria? Avalore continued to watch helplessly, grimacing from the pain in her head, and suddenly she felt herself being hoisted away.

"Turak-" she sobbed, "don't."

"We can make it," he hissed, though he gave no indication that 'we' meant all four of them. He wasn't paid to protect them, only Avalore.

Avalore grabbed a nearby desk to stop the motion, eyes locked on the monsters staring down the Padawans of her group. They didn't stand a chance. She shook her head fervently, heart in her throat, fire in her head. There was nothing to do but surrender, so she reached into her robes and took hold of that lightsaber she'd taken from Turin, gave it a glance and then threw it down the hall towards the maelibus. This was not a proud moment for her, but then again her life was not riddled with much pride.

 

[J3C0]

[member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Jannik Morlandt"] [member="Maria Natalja"] [member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Albrecht Tagge"]

Shara looked to the younglings, one surrendered, then two, he supposed the third no longer mattered. He let a low growl escape his lips, noticing that Albrecht was also coming up to the side of him. He nodded slightly, yes, the young ones knew that they were outnumbered, outgunned, they knew that to survive, they had to surrender.

The need for survival made them wise.

For a moment he did not address the younglings, instead he turned towards the apprentice that had made his way towards them. He knew this Sithling. He had fought on Coruscant, and in the space above Carida. He had been steadfast, constantly improving, and above all, loyal.

Shara frowned for a moment, then stepped up to the boys AT-ST. He lifted a single massive finger to the Acolytes forehead, tapping him with a surge of strength. Black Ink surged from Shara's finger, flowing beneath Albrecht's skin to form the Mark of the One Sith somewhere on his body. “You stand as my equal.”

The Sith Apprentice had just been Knighted by Shara, a ceremony that usually took far more time and pomp. Yet the Maelibus had decided it could not wait. Before the newly christened Knight could reply to him Shara turned his gaze back to the younglings.

“You shall not be harmed, this, I promise.” He signaled for Albrecht to take them, looking at the new Knight with a gaze that told of displeasure if the Jedi were harmed.

Though of course, there was still that pesky [member="Turin Val Kur"] that could try to stop them.

 

[Darth Armyss]

Location: Museum
Objective: Escort the Jedi padawans back to the field HQ, and make sure that they wouldn't be harmed
Allies: [member="Darth Shara"], One Sith

The sudden touch to Albrecht's forehead was a bit of a surprise, but after a brief moment, he relaxed. Pulling the front of his tunic forward, he looked down, spotting the mark of the Dark Lord on his chest. It took him a moment or so to realize the significance of this, but he knew what the mark meant; he was no longer a mere acolyte, but a Knight of the One Sith. The question now was...what was his title? He closed his eyes, focusing to see if he could hear a name being bestowed upon him.

Henceforth, I am Darth...Armyss..., he thought with a contented smile. Opening his eyes, the newly knighted Darth Armyss looked down from the top of the AT-ST at the younglings, then called out to a nearby fireteam of Sith infantry that had been patrolling the area in a landspeeder. They approached and dismounted the landspeeder, with one of them ordering the Jedi to get aboard for transport back to HQ, a journey on which the AT-STs would escort them, if only to make sure they didn't give the driver too many problems. True, he knew they weren't to harm them, but the ten-meter-tall walkers would certainly make them have second thoughts.

"They will be kept safe" he confirmed with a nod before climbing back down into the AT-ST's fighting compartment and into the driver's seat, closing the hatch behind him as he went.

 

[The Hound]

Location: Somewhere between the Padawans, Hion and that lizard thing
Objective: Save the Padawans
Enemies: Everyone around him potentially [member="Albrecht Tagge"] [member="Darth Shara"] [member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Jannik Morlandt"] [member="Hion the Herglic"]
Allies: His own resolve

Outgunned. Out classed. They had begun giving up one by one. "Don't you dare give up Jedi." he spat, watching them. "You stand. You fight. Their darkness will consume you until you don't even know who you are." Of course, he knew this battle had reached a fever pitch and the Sith were walking all over the Republic. He sucked his teeth. He knew he couldn't take these three alone, especially with the walkers. But they were not backed into a corner, they had an entire Museum that the walkers couldn't access. Sith soldiers would be no problem, it was the knights and these masters that worried him.

Leaping between Shara and the other Padawans his eyes, cold and blue, gazed into the still hissing eyes of the large lizard man. He didn't know if its loss of sight would affect it in battle. But he had to try. He felt a nudge from the Republic seer, though he did not know it was from him. The nudge pushed any doubt that had been laid by [member="Darth Isolda"] from his mind, the dark tendrils freeing his mind. Clear and unrestricted he now fought for more than just his own life, he fought for the three Padawans, or at least he assumed they were all padawans. "This isn't training. You fight for your people, your Republic. So stand and fight." He lunged at the beast, silver blades carving white arcs through the air. Violent and precise. Each blow carv- doing nothing? The blows were glancing off the beast's skin. Confusion gripped him, but he couldn't let the onslaught slow.

Again and again he struck each time his silver blade being ignored by the massive beast who no doubt was thinking how stupid he was. Leaping back in utter surprise and out of breath he looked up at the massive leathery demon as a reality began to set upon him. "What are you...?"

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

[member="Turin Val Kur"] [member="Darth Armyss"] @Darth Shara [member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Jannik Morlandt"]

Balaya had been moving towards Darth Shara to help but standing there now off to the side she didn't see a point. The jedi were surrendering and only one was resisting it seemed but that still left the bombs and she was focusing now on the force and pushed an Adiabatic shield shield around herself and them. The bombs going off would be dangerous but it was airborne they needed to keep themselves alive to ensure victory over the jedi and she moved speaking with a strain to her voice while she was focusing on the air around them. "My lord the bombs could go off any moment, we need to get into someplace sealed and protected if we want to live."

 

[Talon Vosra]

Objective: Defeat [member="Darth Helios"] ((Sorry I had an emergency LOA))
Allies: Jedi
Enemies: Sith and Time

Talon's blades were knocked down as the Sith moved with a furious grace common of his species, although with a practiced air that spoke of years of experience. The blow was quick and powerful and nearly caused Talon to lose his grip on his off hand weapon. He was already in motion as the sith slashed across his chest but once again the slash melted through his armor, which was designed for environmental dangers not combat. The saber hissed through the armor sending melted durasteel and sparks against Talon's flesh. Another deep green burn appeared in the wake of the blade.

Talon winced and brought his left hand saber up aiming at the wrist and long hilt of the saber staff hoping to sever both.

 

[Jannik Morlandt]

Location: ​

Teta Museum of Fine Art & Antiquities --- Transitioning to 'Captured' status​

[member="Turin Val Kur"] | [member="Darth Isolda"] | [member="Darth Armyss"] | [member="Darth Mierin"] | [member="Avalore Eden"] | [member="Maria Natalja"] | [member="Hion the Herglic"]​

​

In the scant moments after his words had ended, he had been half-expected - perhaps more than half, if he were honest - that the Maelibus would turn and pound him into the floor. This attempt to take back this world was his first in-the-flesh encounter with any Sith, with any Force-user that was not Jedi, and thus he had been reliant on the the whispers, the words, the stories of others. That there had been promise given, rather than word, that he would not be harmed? He allowed himself his skepticism. He was not inherently untrusting, but the padawan was no fool. This was a gamble he was taking, that in one way was better than simply sacrificing his life in an ill-fated battle, but in other ways much worse for the unknowns that lay ahead.... but he went with the infantrymen, to their landspeeder.

The words of Turin Val Kur... Jannik looked back at the man, a look on his face that begged forgiveness, as he hear the words come from the Dark Jedi's mouth. A pitying smile barely curved his lips, as he reached for the mind of Turin.

Ah will be fine, Master Turin. Worry not yeself on account o'me... thar is far more at play than ye know. 'Ave faith.

And so he went, turning his face to the infantrymen, and climbing aboard their landspeeder, with little resistance. This was a gamble he was taking, but the chances were high that he knew exactly where he might end up. Whether any of the others came along, or not, he knew... somehow, just somehow without a shred of doubt that this was something he must do. No, not a gamble, but an opportunity, and as he sat himself down in that landspeeder, he slumped slightly and laced his fingers across his stomach, a heavy breath going out of him, and within, the barrier around his mind relaxed, his eyes slipping shut.

He sought but one, one distinct mentalistic presence that he could better recognise than any other for its intricacies, the way it felt, how it felt like a strange suit on his skin.

The one he now knew as....

Isolda... a frisson of apprehension skittered down his spine ...ah know y'are there.

...but he was uncertain if this worked the other way around.

Ah think it's about time you an' I 'ad a wee chat.

 

[Avalore Eden]

Defeated in so many more ways than one and unable to hear [member="Turin Val Kur"]'s pep talk, Avalore and her Icarii body guard slowly followed after [member="Jannik Morlandt"]. She didn't see the seedy looks Turak threw at their captors or notice his hands itching to reach for his weapons, but at this point none of it really mattered.

She was a Healer. Not a fighter. There was no way, in any existence, the she could ever stand a chance. Faith didn't win battles and kill Sith, neither did kind words.

/crapost

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

LOCATION: Outside of the Great Library - Not on top
OBJECTIVE: What is going on, react react react!
ALLIES: TLSoTF | Jared Ovmar | Zaren Bouqi | Darth Kentarch | Popo
ENEMIES: Darth Vornskr | Darth Arcis | @Lady Exedō | Doctor Agnusdei | sabrina


Of course Kiskla’s opponent was interested in taking a pound of flesh. Unfortunate for The Eater of the Dead, she would never reap her rewards. Not from Kiskla, nor from anymore innocent — and certainly not from those Padawans Exedø had threatened rhetorically.
The Grandmaster still held her hilts, eyes on the red-head in the protective garment. She wasn’t just looking, she was analyzing.

Perceiving.

This creature seemed to take enjoyment from the damned. Like a demented demon, drawing in energy toward her and letting her own presence grow until it was pulsing angrily against the darkness of Force Sight. Shinju was like a walking heat map, brilliant with radiative colours when Kiskla looked beyond the naked eye and perceived the soul-sucker for her true, absorptive abilities. The very air around her twisted into the enhanced drain that was the core of the Sith. Irretrievable.

The air around her was becoming cold, and Kiskla could feel her body protesting to the shift in temperature. She realized that this shift was a result of the smoky twists that curled from the Sith’s hand.
She was taking Kiskla’s energy, a twisted sort of tutiminus.

A precognitive screech raced through her veins in time for Kiskla to look up, and temporarily neglect to pay the warranted attention to her dropping body temperature. Anything that didn’t need energy was becoming sapped. Which was fine, because the first sound of energetic plasma pew-ing from the barrel of the rifle overhead. The first bolt connected with her calf, biting against the metal of her armour. Instead of dissipating however, the Jedi Master drew on what Force reserve she had, which was still pooled to an impressive amount, drawing on her own knowledge of absorption. Though her skin was protected, she’d have to maintain the energy at a close enough distance to her body to continue manipulating it. Then came the boom.

Perfect. She needed a boom.


The first blossom of flame erupted against the stone of the pillar near to her body. .. wait wait..hold on. This is where the writer breaks it down slo-mo for all y’all.

Bits of pebbles separated from the pillar’s structure, akin to the falling rose petals in American Beauty. You know what scene I’m referring to. They twisted and spiralled through the air, pumped by the heated radiation behind them while the flames spread and licked. Oxygen caused the combustion to grow marvellously, and by now, the energy from the blaster bolts was dancing along Kiskla’s fingertips like glowing webs between her knuckles. Additionally, the energy from the light sabre crystal that gave her armour extra juice joined the effervescence culminating in her grip. Flames now rolled down her shoulders and along her arms, licking against the neck of her helmet as it expanded.

The slow-motion stops here.


FWOOSH!

Instantly, this swell of activity was under the Mistress of Light’s control. Directed with immense fortitude, a powerful tunnel of warped flames, blaster, a bit of crystal and that bit of body heat Shinju had been sucking away via cytokinesis. The roar of verve erupted forward in a belching torrent toward the Lady of Death; curling every which way around her.

Perhaps she was a vixen of absorption, but every glutton had their limit. Every addict reached their overdose. The amount of raw, hot, and imbued energy that was now surrounding her immediate area was meant to consume the consumer. Or at least overwhelm her to her boiling point; give the woman too much to handle and she simply burst like an over-inflated balloon.

That, or it’d totally backfire.

Anyways, Kiskla rolled with the punches. The explosion was controlled for the most part, but there was still a bellow that erupted from it; which knocked against her core and sent her backwards — cartoon style. Like a rag doll, she bent at the core, heels dragging and wrists still reaching out. She didn’t stop until she hit the entryway to the library (the real one. Not the one Vornskr had created earlier from her telekinetic burst). The stone crumbled slightly on impact, but for the most part, she slumped at the bottom of it — taking a moment to groan and fall forward onto her hands and knees and catch her breath from being winded.

Uunnghh..

Her head hammered angrily, pounding against the inside of her skull in protest to this bouncing around. What's more, there was so much tumult going on through the ebb of The Force that her concentration was sincerely fractured. Her fingertips stretched against the rubble, rolling the pebbles beneath her hand as she winced at the dark feeling, like a nail being driven between her eyes. It demanded her chest collapse in a loud, objecting gasp to the feeling. Her chest heaved, and she dropped on an elbow, her hand curling into a fist on impact and she clenched her eyes shut. Someone quite dear was falling...again...this time, the source was different. It seemed more in pain -- more...

Her eyes snapped open. No. [member="Artemisia Vy Kar"].

 

[Zion Krayt]

Location: Outside Great Library
Objective: Protect the Grandmaster
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Darth Arcis"], @Lady Exedō | Doctor Agnusdei | sabrina
Allies: [member="Jared Ovmar"], [member="Popo"]

There were few thoughts that ran through his mind while he combated the Sith Pureblood. He knew that they were still outnumbered outside of the Great Library, and the only way that they were going to win was if they got reinforcements, but it didn't look like they were going to get any based upon how the battle progressed outside here.

You win some, you lose some. But the latter didn't involve the Grandmaster.

No way.

Midway to attacking the Pureblood, he pushed more power into the Force speed so that he'd be able to move marginally faster, and then he let the force leap take him as he flipped through the air to the top of the steps where Kiskla Grayson lay crumpled. He wasn't facing her no, instead he stood at the top of the steps with her a few meters behind him, but him still in between the rest of her opponents. She's out of it, you have to hold them off.

He let his thoughts wander as he weaved a force barrier in front of them to protect them from the next attacks of the Sith. It wasn't the best shield, and it wasn't the worst either. It was simply a hastily made shield. He had no way of gauging the power of the Sith Lords except based upon how they fought against the Grandmaster, but even there he hadn't even had time to determine that since he was caught up within his own fight. A look of determination came upon his face as his grip upon his lightsaber tightened. This fight is over. We've both got to get out of here.

With that thought the Jedi Knight had released the Force shield, it was almost as if he had absorbed it into himself, and for a moment there would have been an opening, but then his right hand snapped out and from there the force wave was released to the Sith Lord's before them. If only to gain them a little bit more time.

 

[Shinju]

LOCATION: Library
ALLIES: One Sith [member="Darth Vornskr"]
ENEMIES: Jedi/Republic [member="Kiskla Grayson"]

The sight to behold was beautiful and Shinju moved, not charging but reacting... letting her eyes continue to burn and itch as the jedi seemed to for a moment come under the attack of the sith. THen there was a sound, a boom as more came a sight to behold while she felt it and was pushing her energies everywhere sliding out of the duster as the bare skin underneath shimmered with waves of energy. Crackling and shimmering until she brought it to her hands and arms. Sectional absorbing was useful when you knew where to go but there were other ways to do it. Spencer even had an entire suit based around using it across her entire body.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Shinju opened her mouth to scream as it crashed, her scream more of defiance and rage but also reverberating as she drank it in. Heat, energy, fire, force power and her eyes were glowing. She opened that hunger deep down and wanted it all just like she had against the army of light when Nato'line had attacked her with her people. There it had been a narrow corridor and Shinju focused on the hole in her being drawing on all the experiences needed. From Dharma teaching her to extract and focus her hungers into other things. That bond to the seer who loved to control her rapid dog.

Or to her children Minerva and Bundori as she brought her hands out letting the heat come into her. So hot, so warm and filling it massaged each muscle of her body relaxing it again. She needed to heal the throbbing and pain in her shoulder. She needed to repair the wound that was marring her exposed skin now as slowly the force energies poured into it knitting flesh and bone. Accelerating the cells and Shinju still ate finding small things to expel the energy. The burning behind her eyes becoming intense as she focused it more losing them to burning whiteness before sizzling came.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Shinju screamed louder pushing her body forward as crystals of ice formed where she was eating it, where she was absorbing the fire from the explosions and letting the ice take some of the energy. Her head looked up with a tilt as darkside energy poured out of them in a expansion arc of deadly sight to release the excess energy. Let Kiskla's come and then channel it as she sent it towards the woman flying back carving a line with a laugh. Her body feeling the tingle as the cocoon of ice formed around her from absorbing the heat until it was crystals.

Shinju dropped to the ground and was convulsing and trembling. Her duster on the ground near her as she leaned back and looked up. She wasn't that hungry anymore and there were burns across her body where the energy had burnt her leaving black marks and pain as she looked at the melted sections of flesh. Her fists clenching until the knuckles were white and a scream ripped from her throat. Reverberating in the ice until it shattered around her and Shinju looked up. She could see the other jedi standing there now while her burnt hands lost a small glob of flesh opening up.

Her teeth were grinding from the nerves and pain while she fought to eat it all in while stumbling to her feet. The energy still deep in her but she had sent out more then enough while losing some skin. First stop would have to be the medical bay of the Blood Countess as she walked forward. Her snarl coming out while she found a place for her force energies. Into her skin to knit and mend as much as she could. "I want that heart jedi." She trusted in [member="Darth Vornskr"] to press hopefully the attack while pushing her body to continue to function beyond normal limits with crucitorn became a must.