Tund Sorcery (Republic Dominion of Tund)

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen grinned and gave Ace the signal to drop the ramp, allowing him to quickly leap out, aiming for a nice spot behind the sorcerers who then quickly turned to meet the flank attack. "Peek-a-boo!" Holding out his hand, Vulpesen sent a telekinetic wave on the front lines before shooting three of the fifteen daggers from his robes, straight into the chests of several unfortunate sorcerers. For the remaining number, Vulpesen quickly leaped into the fray, using his twin blades to deflect their various attacks as he closed into a an effective range for a whirlwind of lights, attempting to slash down any enemy who came near him. Still, he was a jedi and a makashi user, and thus most of the sorcerers were lucky enough to find themselves with various painful and crippling, but non life threatening slashes and burns.

@[member="Rasu Gan"] @[member="Marakai Al'Orren"] @Commander Calico CC-247 @Saki @Yinch @Antares Windu

 

[Nyxie]

The Osprey slowly crawled to a still halt by the abandoned speeders. Two men leapt from their holdings on its sides while the hatch opened and let free Alachei herself.
"Hold your position here. Guard this area and shoot anything not authorized directly by me or their group leader on sight. There is no telling what trickery you may face, and we cannot risk an exposure on other settlements or worlds." Alachei commanded, handing the tank commander her first saber; the one she made herself by meditating and smithing, an item only her true self and no imitation could wield.
Anyone who passed then and there had a helluva lot of flak to look forward to, but Alachei had a good sense of bearing on all present who were considered allies. She was confident none would pass without her present with them. As she crept through the wilderness, an aura of confidence radiqted from her, but more over a presence of sorcery. Unlike the others, she held a particular feel about her that - in theory - would blend her right in. Perks, come from being a scholar of the arts. If she was lucky, it would ever fail all of the traps truthfully present in the area.
Finally she came to a slight clearing, taking notice of the sight of others and the sounds ringing out in the distance. The others were highlighted in the vision of her visor.
Without a sound but the gentle siren-like hum of the Mourning Star, a single pink shaft of light with a color-shifting core radiated over the clone. Hot blood trickled down and sizzled on the man's armor before he'd ever notice and look up to see. It was the body of a sorcerer, the life slowly pouring out from within him.
"You should really be more alert, soldier." she uttered, the blade then crashing to a close as she kicked off the body to the side.
Alachei offered the man a hand. After all, they shared a gift in common against the sorcerers; she knew.

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@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]​

Sorry, I am having trouble tagging everyone for some reason....​

 

[Not Ordo]

Yinch spun like a little green tornado as his suit's helmet bobbed through the jungle foliage. He came close to a sorcerer and was greeted by a bolt of violet lighting. He lept and swiped his green blade into the stream and was sent flying back. He used the force to correct his orientation to the ground and landed skidding to a stop before rushing forward again.

He would not let these dark figures succeed. He would stand and fight and bring a cure to the poor suffering people.

 

[Darth Vazela]

| @[member="Rasu Gan"] |

The Dark Master sensed a battle waging on the planet, between the darkness and light. Could the Sorcerers of Tund have resurrected themselves during the four hundred year darkness? He would find out, soon enough. As the remnants of the Sorcerers and Jedi battle ensued, Vilox Pazela came to a stop in the pathway, lifting his eyes up along it as it began to ascend into the mountain tops. The trees had begun to thin out a while ago and now, at the mouth of the mountain, the only way was up. He decided to go with what nature intended and began to climb.

Pebbles and pieces of rock began to roll down the cliff side and back into the jungle the moment his boots touched the surface. Navigation along the intended path required a skill hiker. As an individual from Almania, he was practiced in mountain climbing, for his homeworld was covered in mountain ranges and tops similar to the one he was currently ascending upon. As he climbed, he noticed that there were hieroglyphs and markings scorched into the larger boulders and rocks that surrounded him. He recognized a few as ancient Sith'ise. It confirmed for the Dark Jedi that the Sorcerers of Tund were descendants of the Sith, and by proxy, the same people that began the Sith Order all of those centuries ago.

Fog began to accumulate in the area as he came to a stop upon a summit, in the middle of a fork that led in two different directions. One led back down to Earth, the other continue the ascent. He took an educated guess and began to go down the south route, back down. If the Sorcerers had existed for all of these years without the knowledge of the Jedi and Sith, then logic dictated that instead of continuing his ascent into the mountain, where the Toong believed the mysterious cult laid in hiding, then they would be back on the Earth, hidden behind the veil of deception, the facade that they created to remain a mystery. Alas, he began to descend...

 

[Revenchent]

The Commander really hadn't wasted time. At least, he thought he hadn't. In the four or five seconds between the Jedi woman pouncing him, then jumping off to do Jedi things, he had produced his DC-17's D-M-R attachment. With a bit of twisting and pulling; the rifle's sights augmented to a much farther range. A much longer, slender barrel had been clicked in place over the standard snub nose of the weapon.

"Goodbye beautiful Jedi." He mumbled to himself; it rhymed, and for him, that was entertaining. The rifle shuddered once; kicking back into his shoulder and making the chest pain flare up again. A larger humanoid in those archaic robes shuddered a good distance away. It's hand flew up to the chest cavity just above its heart--falling back into the dense shrubbery with an unsettling scream. "Bleed on out homeboy."

These Jedi aren't like the generals. Too aggressive, but, nothing the Dreadguard couldn't handle if hostilities came up. I really didn't need to worry, did I?

The familiar hum of the soldier's most disliked weapon in the known galaxy made his muscles tense up. He went completely still, hoping that the soft sway of the plants around him provided some sense of camouflage. The Sorcerers couldn't sense him--he must have been seen.

A rookie blunder slots me. Well, goodnight sweet prince.

He kept his sights on the Mirilian Jedi who had ended up saving him a bit of pain. He didn't see any baddies nearby. A soft sigh of relief escaped him; he didn't need to repay the debt yet. The Commander chewed down on his lower lip; waiting for the source of that ominous pink glow to plunge into his chest. That never came.

A spatter of blood dripped down onto his shoulder plate, mixing with the motley canvas of color that had settled on his armor. Blood mixing with dust didn't look too bad; that'd make a nice trophy mark. A woman's voice made him ease up, though not much. He turned to get a better look--the lightsaber's radiance partially blinding him from really seeing her figure. The thump of a body hitting the ground and the corresponding movement in his peripherals confirmed his theory.

Twice. Twice this happened. Am I really that helpless without my boys?

"Thank you ma'am. He went right for my shebs. Shame they're not that nice to look at." He grunted, taking the woman's hand without hesitation. His rifle hung lazily in his free hand as he stood at his full height, squinting out of instinct to get a better look at her. Movement in the deeper part of the forestry, however, caught his attention. The soldier slipped his hand from the woman's and set it firm to the forward grip of the rifle in one quick motion. He stared down the sights; eyeing the would-be-attacker.

It was another of the sorcerers, holding its right hand out the way the bathrobe brigade did when they were trying to lift something. It was staring directly at Calico in confusion. That's not how you do it di'kut. Another shot rang out from his rifle. The sorcerer's hand exploded into a grotesque mess, as did its neck. No, not helpless. It's just the injury.

"Alright, clear." He mumbled, looking toward the woman in deep thought. His rifle lowered down to the earth; though he made a point to hunch over and reduce his noticeable size. "Fancy glowstick.' He added quietly, nodding toward the woman's choice of weapon. He only had a moment of reprieve, expecting this Jedi--likely Jedi-- to give him some sense of direction. This wasn't his operation, he was simply barging in.

I really should have just kept observing...

@[member="Alachei Mnemenos"] @Rasu Gan ​

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(Sorry I took a bit to post. Had some issues involving hotels and wi-fi.)​

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen continued his fight, using his blade to slash through multiple enemies while his force abilities took out that weren't quite within his range of operation. His new soresu training had shows itself in his use of niman as he used it to deflect the various lightning and other spells that were hurled his way. "I do so hate it when they don't just surrender.

 

[Darth Vazela]

| @[member="Rasu Gan"] | @[member="Vulpesen"] |

The descent led into an underground tunnel. The dark side was strong here, he could feel it. Stretching his senses across the area, he felt the presence of other Force-sensitives nearby, closer than before. Lowering the cowl of his dark robes, Vilox Pazela entered the passageway and submerged himself into total darkness. He began to use Force Sight, the ability to see things that a normal point of view wouldn't be able to. Making his way along the tunnel, he began to feel the individuals shift. Ahead, he saw a projectile head towards him. He averted his hand and illuminated his immediate area with his Lightsaber. As the crimson beam shined, he span it in the way of another projectile. He was under attack and that needed to change quickly.

With a burst of speed, he came to a stop in front of the person attacking him. He span his Lightsaber with precision and with a Shiim to the mans left leg and right shoulder, he moved onto the immediate next, the prior victim left in a huddle, clinging to the burns he had made. Soon, the mans counter-parts were left in their own heaps, one clinging to the stump where his arm used to be. Vilox turned the Lightsaber off and darkness encompassed them all. But he could still see, thanks to his technique. Squatting to the nearest, he folded his free hand tightly around the woman's head, her head sliding through his fingers in a painful way as he gripped onto it hard. The Force traveled along his finger tips and into her cranium, absorbing the memories, the knowledge and all that she was with it. By the time that she was finished, the Dark Master had left her in a comatose state. After he was finished doing the same to the others, he swung his hand forward into their neck bones and through the chopping motion, severed their windpipes. The sounds of them gasping for oxygen that would not come to satisfy their lungs dissipated in the background as Vilox Pazela moved on, his next target the shaman who had resurrected the Sorcerers of Tund.

 

[Saki]

@[member="Rasu Gan"] @[member="Marakai Al'Orren"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @Saki @[member="Yinch"] @[member="Antares Windu"]

Saki moved in the fight, as she reached out, letting the force dance over her muscles and features. Letting it take her into a welcome state while she moved after the attackers not bringing her blade up but instead just using her fists as the vibro knucklers ejected out to disable them. A thrill of battle coming to her face which the warm contentment of it all fed into the loop she was creating with the planet and the enemy. To fuel the techniques. "Bring it on."

 

[Rasu Gan]

The forest was in chaos, with forks of lightning flying through the air, and the screams of men, as Marakai and the other Jedi fought, defending themselves against the Sorcerers ambush. From her perch among the trees, Rasu had a decent view of the surrounding fight, noticing as a few of the Sorcerers attempted to flee. Taking advantage of the situation, she quickly got a sense of their Force presence, so that she would be able to locate them later, before turning away and focusing on those of the cult who were willing to stay.

Leaping off the branch, she landed among a rather large group consisting of four Sorcerers. Immediately they jumped up from their hiding spot, violet tendrils already dancing along their fingertips. Ducking down at the last minute, Rasu brought her hands over her head, as the lightning flew over her head, colliding with the Sorcerer opposite them. Standing up, she looked down at her enemies, all knocked out unconscious by their comrades own attack. If the situation had been less violent, she may have laughed at the cheesiness of it all, but lives were on the line so she jumped over in the direction of Saki, catching a violet streak on her emerald blade that would have collided with her back had she not stepped in.

"We need to figure out a way to stop them, there seems to be no end to their numbers." she said, noticing the sudden appearance of more robed figures, replacing their brethren that had fallen. Fleeing of course was not on the table, not when the lives of those back at the Republic base were hanging in the balance.


@[member="Saki"] @[member="Vilox Pazela"] @[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @[member="Yinch"] @[member="Alachei Mnemenos"] @[member="Marakai Al'Orren"] @[member="Antares Windu"]

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Saki"] @[member="Vilox Pazela"] @[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @[member="Alachei Mnemenos"] @[member="Marakai Al'Orren"] @[member="Antares Windu"] @[member="Rasu Gan"]

Yinch ducked low as he ran toward a sorcerer and lept forward spinning in a little circle and igniting his green blade.

Zzzzink

The sorcerer's left leg separated from hs body at the knee and Yinch bounded to another swinging his saber in front of himself. The sorcerer's right hand dropped beside him as he fell in anguish.

"Two that is." He said as he retreated back to the bushes to launch another green guerrilla attack.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen's blade danced before him as he worked to avoid getting barbecued. "@[member="Rasu Gan"], I have a plan!" She was right, these sorcerers seemed to be everywhere, but given the proper tactics, he was fairly sure that he could take down the largest group. "My copilot, Ace, is on my ship and can do simple tasks. I'm sure that with a gunnery pinwheel, we might be able to bring the roo.. er canopy down on their heads. But, we'd need to evacuate our teams from the area. I'd rather not get myself caught under one of these trees. They do look rather large." As he spoke, me motioned to the largest group of sorcerers. Being force users, they would likely try to stay away from the range of lightsabers, making the retreat possible, but Vulpesen would rather ask for permission and previously mentioned retreat before enacting his deforesting tactic.

 

[Marakai Al'Orren]

@Saki @Vilox Pazela @Vulpesen @Commander Calico CC-247 @Alachei Mnemenos @Marakai Al'Orren @Antares Windu @Rasu Gan

The sounds of battle were almost music to the padawan's ears. Sensitive as they were to sound in her predatory form, she had a decent idea of where the people she'd arrived with were located. She stalked forward silently through the jungle, senses ranging out around her, aiming for the heart of the area. The flowers needed to affect the curse's cure would be blooming there-

Mara paused, head tilted up as she inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring as her Force sense found nothing. But there was something there, a distinct pungent scent that seemed to come from just ahead of her. She dropped low to the ground, flattening the lethal spikes along her back as she crept along. Danger flared along her Force-sense, coming in from too many angles for her to figure out which way to move. Instinct pulled her to the right, so she jumped without questioning it.

Arcs of sickly purple lightning fried the spot where she'd been crouched, her ears flattening as the arcs kept coming and getting closer.

The bastards were smart. And they were learning.

A hungry grin lit her feline features as she broke her cover and lept for one of their hiding spots. She knew he was there, but he also knew she was coming this time. Mara tried correcting her course in mid-air but couldn't compensate enough as he shot the lightning in his fingers at her. On the one hand, it scorched her left shoulder, but it also knocked her out of the way of the other Sorcerer behind her. Adrenaline rushed through her system to compensate for the pain, and she landed on all fours with claws digging into the ground to stop her skid.

At least the Sorcerers had accidentally electrocuted themselves, arcs of lightning flying towards the space between them where she had just been. Instead of electrocuting her, they dropped each other to the jungle floor. Likely only unconscious, but they were out of commission so she put them out of her mind and continued on.

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

"What news do we have?" her eyes looked at the datapad as the ship sat in orbit. The man delivering the reports said that while the jedi and soldiers were getting sick they were also going to town to work on getting a cure which was a good thing. All they could keep doing was monitoring and checking vitals across the board while sending down drops of supplies. "Keep getting hourly reports and prepare more procedures for checking the people, we don't want them infecting others."

 

[Kira Talith]

Spoiler

@[member="Rasu Gan"] @Saki @Vilox Pazela @Vulpesen @Commander Calico CC-247 @Yinch @Alachei Mnemenos @Marakai Al'Orren @Antares Windu

Kira's back was pressed against a rock, a length of her blonde hair falling over her right eye as she gave a peek around her hiding spot. Bangs flew into the air with the puff of hot air blown from her mouth.

Well, Marakai the Nexu... or Felcat.. or whatever she was! ... was doing her little thing with the electricity; then again she wasn't the only one who had a couple of tricks up her sleeve that dealt with that type of energy.

A wry grin split her face in half as she suddenly darted from the rock, running forward towards another rock just up ahead. She slammed her back against it for a measure of protection as she went sliding against the ground. Ow ow ow ow. Pebbles went flying and the skin of her hands was scrapped up a bit.

Arcs of sickly purple blue lighting went sparking off the top of the rock where she hid against, causing a small "Yeowch!" in reaction, followed by two eyes peeking over the rock.

"Hey!! Hey YOU!" she waved a frantic hand, attempting to distract one of the Sorcerers while her brethren moved forward to attack. There came another burst of lightning, which the young knight responded with.. well...ducking back DOWN by the rock. Eh... just have to take my time with this!

 

[Rasu Gan]

Listening to Vulpesen's plan, she opened up a telepathic link to him, eventually spreading it to all the members of the team, including the mysterious soldier and his saviour, although he would not be able to respond. The plan was good, however the Sorcerers would sense what would be going on and would flee as soon as the Jedi began their evacuation. Someone would need to remain in the underbrush, engaging the Sorcerers and stopping them from escaping. Rasu would obviously volunteer herself, as she was the team leader and wasn't going to risk any of her brethren's lives. Formulating a plan in her head, she communicated with the group.

"Let's go with what Vulpesen said. Everyone evacuate, and leave me to engage the Sorcerers. I can protect myself against the canopy collapsing when it happens but please our main focus is retrieving that cure, so let's make this happen fast." With that done she made her way forward, hoping that everyone would follow the Knights plan and get out of harms way.

@[member="Kira Liadain"] @[member="Marakai Al'Orren"] @[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Yinch"] @[member="Saki"] @[member="Vilox Pazela"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @[member="Alachei Mnemenos"]

 

[Kira Talith]

@[member="Rasu Gan"] and everyone else

Telepathy: one would consider it the Jedi like mental voice comm if one had humor enough. Unfortunately, not every Force user was able to use such a nifty trick.

Not every Force user was able to receive a word, much less a full coherent sentence and comprehend it. It wasn't holocall after all.

Since Kira, bless her heart, wasn't one to be very receptive at all of any kind of telepathic thoughts, she did what she had been intending to do all along -- keep on distracting the Sorcerers!

With the tip of her pink tongue darting out at the corner of her mouth, Kira, gave another peek above the rock she hid against. Beyond the way, about some ten meters away, two gnarly looking sorcerers -- oh wait; they actually had some really neat looking coats. Reminded her of some marine style that --- WAIT A SECOND FOCUS!

"Alright Kira," she gave herself a little pep talk, "Time to dance," she said with a half cocked grin. Oh she had no intention to fight, but she did at the very least have every intention to ensure none of the Sorcerers escaped. Up overhead, she caught the sight of some vines. Canopy to drop. Right.

With a hop, skip and a jump, Kira soon managed to dart from her rock to behind a nearby tree. One she was going to use to climb ontop of to bring down the proverbial house--- Ex-Exarch @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] style!

 

[Darth Vazela]

| @[member="Rasu Gan"] |

Vilox lowered his thumb to the ignition button found on the cylinder object in his hand, the crimson beam that had been emitting from it only moments ago returning back into the small opening at the top of it. The Dark Master returned the Lightsaber to his utility belt, found around his waist and concealing behind the veil of his dark robes, like the rest of the equipment found on it and surveyed his work. The cavern that he found himself stood in was in the center of the hidden away fortress. He imagined that, if the mountain face that covered it was removed, then the structure inside would be reminiscent of the Dark Temple on Aza'Zoth, if a little different in architecture. He was deep inside the building, surrounded by the fallen bodies of the Sorcerers of Tund. In relative terms, the individuals that he had just slain would be considered Master ranked Force-sensitives. He lowered his eyes to the stump on his right arm. He had lost it in the encounter between himself and the hooded beings that he had met with. Two had been female, the others male, if he was guess. Two were Toong and his familiarity with the species wasn't accurate enough to guess the gender by their facial features; and he had no intentions of looking elsewhere to confirm what they were. He wasn't interested in that.

His yellow, predatory eyes turned towards the final Sorcerer he had ended. He lifted the hand that had drained the knowledge out of the eight of them and lifted it to his forehead, closing his eyes as he allowed the new memories and fresh information to settle, allowing his brain to soak it all up like a sponge to excess water. It was here that a word came to the forbearing. He concentrated on it, like a whisper and as he did, the voice became louder, like there was a person stood next to him talking. Vilox Pazela opened his eyes and lowered his hand. He recognized the voice of the leading Sorcerer, the one that had severed his arm. "Mindharp," the Dark Master murmured.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen grinned as the words beeped over the com, then opened up his connection to Ace, "Wait for our boys to get out then do air maneuver, flamewheel." As he himself ran out, to Vulpesen caught site of jedi dashing out with him, those that didn't the ability pick up though speech were often picked up by their comrades. Passing by @[member="Kira Liadain"], Vulpesen opened his mouth to holler over the racket of the battle. "Ya might want to get out of here! This place is about to get turned into a ring of fire!"

As he finally escaped the fire zone, Vulpesen deactivate one end of his saber and pulled out his pistol. Blocking lightning and returning fire, Vulpesen did his best to push back the enemy forces. As the republic forces finally exited the area, Vulpesen simply watched as his ship started to spin above the sorcerer's blasting a ring of cannon fire around them. Being unharmed by most of the blaster fire, the men were fairly confident that they would be alright, and those that worried found themselves trapped by the circle of laser fire. Keeping their position, the sorcerers found themselves fairly confident... until the trees around them started to fall inward after having their inner sides weakened by laser fire. Within moments, the trees fell in, moving to crush the men under a blanket of timber.

@[member="Rasu Gan"]

 

[Darth Vazela]

| @[member="Rasu Gan"] |

His fingers brushed over the torn weave of his darkened robe, feeling where the Lightning attack conjured by the Sorcerer had impacted, obliterating his arm. The Force flowed through him, it was called Curato Salva by some and it held the pain at bay. Blood had seeped from the wound, but the Dark Master had stopped the bleeding. Smoke had risen from the stump, but soon dissipated. He turned and climbed the stairs, a long flight of marble stone, fashioned in the ancient writings of the first Sorcerer of Tund whom once called themselves Sith'ise. Blood was spluttered all over it's flooring as he moved to the throne center to the plinth raised above the room. Another ancient Sith tradition, assimilated into the Sorcerer of Tunds way, a message delivering to all those, "He who sits here rules over all."

Now Vilox Pazela ruled over the room of the dead.

The Sorcerers of Tund who remained, those that had risen to challenge the authority of the Jedi Order and the Galactic Republic, began to retreat, feeling the disturbance in the Force, as Rasu Gan should do as well. Their leadership was dead and now a dark, mysterious presence had let himself known, no longer shackled under the facade he had erected to hide himself from the liberators and the oppressors of Tund. He lifted his left arm into the air and called upon the force, breaching into the mind of the last Jedi to stay behind, on the thoughts and actions that she would be saving her friends from the Sorcerers of Tund, to be instead summoned to their hidden temple in a darkened mountain.

"I can feel you and you feel me, so come forth and discover why." He lowered his remaining arm on the arm rest and leaned backwards into the chair. The remaining Sorcerers of Tund would be here soon and perhaps, a certain Jedi Knight.

 

[Nyxie]

(Sorry. Late post. I wasn't getting all of the tags for some reason.)​

Beams rained down from above at an angle and a circle of fire engulfed the treeline. Alachei looked up at the continuous spray, flaying through two sorcerers that approached her with the steady spin of the blade in her hand. As the blood spilled across her truncade visor, she grabbed one of the corpses, Force-throwing it into the back of yet another sorcerer. The crackle of faltering timbers broke her free from her trance of combat-mindedness. She looked to her side, at the sight of a rather large tree that was damaged in the crossfire. Her thumb slipped down the pad on the elaborately long hilt of her saber, causing its two blades to grow to the length and width of lightclubs. With a quick and steady movement, she began to cut into the tree like a glistening pink sawblade until it broke free from it's stump. As it began listing over her head, a quick and focused push of the force dislodged it from its holding at the stump and slipped it out from underneath so that it fell harmlessly beside her. Now that there was a sort of clearing, Alachei could get out; not for fear of arbor for lack of a purpose to remain.
Before she could even think of going far, she felt strange ripples in the Force... odd, to say the least. She grew worried... worried of what would become of the world in later days... worried moreso about the continued safety of those around her. While not friends of hers, they were allies - those she came to assist - and her code of honor dictated that they would be seen unharmed with every breath and thought. Taking just a moment away from the firefight and battle, she drew her mind to a single line of thought; focused on the saber she'd left behind and the very one of a kind crystal inside which she made through blood and tears. As she felt it out in the Force, completely familiar with the construct of her design and aura, she reached out to it with telekinesis. It slowly but surely rose from her soldier's hilt some distance away at the edge of the woodland and floated quaintly above him. With a single impulse, it lit.
"You may have incoming. Do not engage! I will not see them harmed, they are not infected. I have business to tend to...." the shaman queen radioed.
Alachei's trek back down the woods began again. Excellent, no more were present to babysit or be witnessed by. At least that was her first impression, until she saw the other alone in the near distance. Slowly and silently she crept, until she was practically breathing down the woman's neck. Alachei's hand gently rested on her shoulder, as gentle ebb tilted the trees in directions not prone directly onto their current standing.
"You seem uneasy... what ails you?" Alachei's voice paused for a moment as she felt her way out of the events to come, constantly formulating and contemplating her way through the battlefield as she always did. Something in particular caught on in this one. Perhaps it derived simply from the fact that @[member="Rasu Gan"] was the only one to stay, or perhaps something about her beckoned danger. "There is something I must do, the truer reason why I am here. It is ill-advised you stay. Your team is surely waiting for you by the clearing. But if you must stay..." she said, walking deeper in, past the woman. "Then follow me and I will see your way further. Just choose your actions wisely."
Her head leaned back in final thought as the last words slipped from her tongue. One foot slowly lead in front of the other, and just like that she was walking away once more. Slowly, the pink haze of her colossal saberstaff would fade dimmer with each new step. Would the Jedi follow? She did not truly know for certain, but it was in truth of little relevance to her now. She was here for the sorcerers in particular. Crushing their order, stealing their knowledge and placing Tund in the protection of the Republic... it was three birds felled with one stone.

@[member="Vilox Pazela"] @[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Kira Liadain"] @[member="Rasu Gan"] @[member="Ayumi Pallopides"] @[member="Marakai Al'Orren"] @[member="Yinch"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]​