Skirmish Where Shadows Linger | THR & LS vs GE & BSS

[Talsin Lota]

Allies: Tydeus of Tion | Tansu Treicolt | Kyric
Enemies: Brutalis | Lord Creuat | Meliant | Krasskorr the Maw

The panel and the shrapnel hit their mark... and did little to actually stop or even slow the gargantuan creatures down.

It was too late to warn either Tansu or Tydeus though, they were fully committed to their actions, and Talsin wasn't nearby to aid them. Even if he was, the corridors were cramped enough that three lightsabers dashing around would do more harm than good. He stepped towards the duo and their foes, but was hit by Brutalis' manifestation of pain and anger.

It made him gasp as he stumbled back, gripping the wall as he felt his jaw pop as he set it to push through this sensation.

His palms grew wet as nails bit into the flesh and carved them open.

Talsin finally got a grip on himself right as Tansu ducked into the fray. He acted by instinct, ripping one of the pipes off of the wall, and launched it towards Krasskorr's head right as he whipped his tail around to try and smash it into Tansu's back. Talsin had always been sharp-eyed, he could hit a miniscule target from an impossible distance.

Such as a lizard's eye.

But with it being distracted he'd take anything, even if it meant smashing him in the face with the pipe and giving him brain damage, if there was any brain in that scale-wrapped skull.

His mind was with Tansu however... quietly ushering her on, until the sickening presence of Creuat began to rise. It was pain, horrifying agony, and it was being launched right at her. He didn't think, he just acted, right as it would hit his own mind would wrap around Tansu's... taking the full brunt of agony that was meant for her by the Darksider.

Even as he screamed, his own presence ripped back towards that ghastly disgusting presence, burning him with bright light. Burning him alive from the inside with the Lightside of the Force. Because creatures like that could only slink in the dark, vile and weak from their addiction to the Darkside. Just the presence of the Lightside was enough to make the strongest Dark Lord recoil.

And this cretin was no Dark Lord.

 

[Brutalis]

Momentum faltered but did not fail. She dropped into the skid, slamming through the storm beneath Brutalis's lunging body, shoulder grazing scale and the stink of his breath rolling over her as she cut close enough to feel his bulk shake the deck above her. The golden blade carved upward in a reckless stroke as he took his second step, meant to bite deep across his leg as she tore past.

But his movement and her movement meant it would be in passing — she couldn't assure the strike struck true or deep. The fullness of her slide crested, and she hit the ground hard, rolled with it, and snapped back up in the haze.

Breath ragged she flung out her free hand, acting on instinct, to seize the burst piping and fractured panels already ripped loose by the reptile's scream — the same bellow she'd heard in the belly of Coruscant years ago — and hurled them in a telekinetic wave at the second, double-headed scaled creature with teeth primed to bite.

"C'mon now," she panted. "We ain't supper."

Leaving no room for hesitation, her sabre followed, slashing through the steam to drive the second beast back.

"But keep this up and y'all'll be boots."

The savrip let momentum carry his movements and assault full force. Crush them. But that was the furtherest from the truth. In a blur of golden fire, Brutalis shifted into the blade like a moth to a flame. Without abandon and unyielding. The golden fire clashed with a transparent field and shifted towards a faint red hue. A force barrier. It intensified as Tansu Treicolt blade dragged over the behemoth and then vanished as she passed by clear.

He shrieked. A sound that was rather alien as compared to the scream he preformed prior. White fire racing up one of his hind legs at the thigh. A mere glance and yet one that tasted charred reptilian. The corridor suddenly found itself ripe with cauterized scales, flesh and muscle as a carbon scored wound was seared off the Darkside Elite. It came to the floor with a sick thud. Stumbling to the side the large dark jedi compensated with his strong foot. The bulkhead shook as the titan ricocheted off the durasteel wall with a thunderclaps applause.

A wall that was metallic before and now covered in green splatter.

So it was that he came straight in for the reptilian, whose snapping jaw aimed to take a chunk out of him. Tydeus wasted no time, but as Brutalis’ maw opened wide he drove his Force imbued blade straight into that expanse, aiming to ram it up through the roof of the behemoth’s mouth and into its brain pan in a single killing thrust.

The blade was the sharpest he had felt. Almost effortless dissecting a exit from a semi-deep wound starting in his mouth and trailing up against his occipital and out entire right eye. In a blink it occurred and only took a shift of his snarling expression to feel what adrenaline falter slightly. The dark jedis alien shriek transitioned into a high pitch whine. Part of his visage shifted and green liquid misted. Coating the bulkhead and walls with organic graffiti. Where as the Tansu's golden blade was a fire to his nervous system. This surgical strike was a volcano. Boiling its contents into his brain and bloods. Each throb was akin to shock of electricity.

A sensation that was novel to the Savrip. Bitterly novel. His presence oozed sudden familiar flames. With his vision died with a blink. Consciousness waning. Stunned. Then he blinked again and he saw red.

Red. Red. Red.
Everything was red.

His remaining eye was enveloped in it! Pain twisted over his form and then rebounded into unyielded abandon and berserker speed. Gaining his full balance he retailated in full! Lightclub summoned to its place in his grasp. A vermillion glow ignited in full and heaved in a blur of heavy handed sequences. Sweeps, thrusts, undercuts, overheads and diagonals fusing together seemingly fusing together in cohesion. Biting though flooring, walls, ceiling and anything or anyone else that stood in the path! Coating the corridor in a molten glow of ambient metals and showers of sparks!

A path Tydeus of Tion would meet imminently!

Tags: Talsin Lota Kyric Krasskorr the Maw Lord Creuat Meliant ​

 

[Tansu Treicolt]

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It all happened so fast. Suddenly her trajectory was intercepted, and Tansu's instincts forced her into the defensive. His words confused her — she didn’t know who Creuat was, or why she’d have the misfortune of his wants.

Meliant's flurry came down like a forge hammer, every strike aimed for her hilt, her hands. Tansu didn't meet him head-on. She couldn't. Not instantly. So she bent with it, boot noisy against the deck as each blow shoved her back a step.

Into her awareness crept the darkness that clung to her new opponent. A cloud of dread pressed in, heavy and cold, and Tansu felt it keenly.

Extra so because of the eyeless stare she caught between the brief flashes of yellow and red as she was forced back on her heels. Recognition stole her breath.

"You."

Sharp helm, empty visor, a bodiless suit of armour that carried a presence like a void. Every detail matched the monster Talin Treicolt had described of the one who'd maimed her. Now up close, Tansu could feel it too: the hollow hunger, the wrongness, as if the armour itself was alive.

"Yer the sonofaschutta who took my sister's arm!"

Sparks lit the steam around them as she twisted, dipping low.

"Back where we come from, it's eye for an eye, mister. You know what that makes you owe me."

At the height of his swing, her sabre whipped out in a sudden diagonal slash, quick and sharp, aimed at the seam of his wrist before she spun clear of his guard.

She didn't have time to savour it. A new force struck her from behind, the crack of Krasskorr the Maw 's scaled tail slammed into her back. Shock ripped through her lungs as she was flung from the choke of the corridor. Already in motion, she rolled with the impact until she skidded to a halt in front of a sealed door.

Her palm slapped the panel to the door she'd out of reflex, a desperate urgency to open it just as a colder pressure slithered into her mind. Dread, sharper than the tail, pricked like flame through her chest.

Foolish girl. You are unwise to come here, Tansu.

She gasped and dropped to a knee, shocked by the intimacy of someone in her head, someone knowing her name, and someone so evil that they curled around her psyche and squeezed. Fully meant to cause her anguish. And just as she felt the breathless start of a wretched scream — it was gone. As quick as it had come. Siphoned away, like a poison pulled from her veins.

"H-huh?" Tansu staggered, breath ragged, realizing it wasn't her own strength holding the darkness back. It was Talsin's. She heard the crack of his scream and felt the pitch of her insides at the horrific sound.

As much as she wanted to get to him, she couldn't. Not when she was so close to their objective, and so obstructed by the Dark Side Elite's zoo and keeper.

Behind her, the lock from the panel stuttered, hissed, and the door began to cycle. Then stopped halfway — only open just enough for light to spill through the seam, and the storm troopers and prisoner inside to know that they weren't alone.

Her heart clenched. Whoever it was, it wasn't Kyric. If she opened the door fully now, she'd be throwing a defenseless soul straight into the maw of monsters.

"Hold tight," she rasped, eyes never leaving Meliant, voice carrying over her shoulder. "We'll get to you."

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FOES Meliant | Lord Creuat | Krasskorr the Maw | Brutalis
FRIENDS Talsin Lota | Tydeus of Tion
HERE TO RESCUE YOU Feridade Parthi
SOON Kyric | Wymar
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[Meliant]

Krasskorr the Maw Brutalis
Talsin Lota Tansu Treicolt Tydeus of Tion

Meliant listened to her mangled backwoods sputtering and realized he'd heard it before. Yes - the Jedi woman from Balmorra. They were related? What a lark! ​

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"I see the resemblance now," Meliant paused his onslaught for a moment to goad her, "Her bladework was just as pitiful. Don't worry. I'm sure Lord Creuat wants you in one piece. I'll be gentle."​

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This one was wily, not unlike her sister, but less experienced. There was not a doubt in Meliant's mind that he would overcome this bumpkin fool. And then, when he brought her before Lord Creuat, he'd finally get the recognition he deserved around here.​

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He lunged again, raising one blade in an intentional feint - only for Krasskorr to come storming back into the bout, bumping into Meliant and breaking his focus.​

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The Jedi's blade took his hand off at the wrist. Meliant lowered his stump and stared at it, apparently dumbfounded. A thin tendril of black smoke rose lazily from the wound. A moment later, a tactical tail-whip knocked his opponent right into the door of the interrogation room. ​

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He looked balefully at his colleague. "Unbelievable. Two heads and not a single brain between them."​

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The Dark Side Elite pointed the stump at where his hand - still clutching the lightsaber - had fallen. It rose under his command and floated slowly back into place, reattaching to the rest of his shell. The lightsaber snapped on again, and by that point Tansu had finished fiddling with the door to the interrogation room. ​

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If Wymar were good for anything other than losing tournaments, he'd intervene now. But Meliant had little hope for him and even less that Krasskorr would do anything other than get in the way. The oversized handbag wanted to help? Fine. Let him.​

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"Well, Krasskorr? She's cornered. Go get her."​

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Pain twisted over his form and then rebounded into unyielded abandon and berserker speed. Gaining his full balance he retailated in full! Lightclub summoned to its place in his grasp. A vermillion glow ignited in full and heaved in a blur of heavy handed sequences. Sweeps, thrusts, undercuts, overheads and diagonals fusing together seemingly fusing together in cohesion. Biting though flooring, walls, ceiling and anything or anyone else that stood in the path! Coating the corridor in a molten glow of ambient metals and showers of sparks!

"Hm."

The boy grunted, whipping back his sword from the thrust to set it in a high guard. The Savrip shreaked, viridian blood spraying from one ruined orbital socket, then the beast came on, all roaring strength and hideous blows of a massive lightsaber, exceedingly fast in its weightlessness.

Against any other and they might have been overwhelmed by the sheer power behind every blow, but this was Tydeus of Tion. By the time he could walk, he held a blade. Since he was just a child he had studied Teras Kasi and Stava and Echani under a Miralukan monk and a Thyrsian weapon master. He did not fight like a Jedi, with all their catechisms on lightsabers and their forms. His own sword, edged and alchemized steel, sang through the air. Not weightless, not nearly, but with utter economy of motion, parrying only what he needed.

Blood leaked from Tydeus' ear and there was a throbbing in his skull. Around him, chaos. Talsin or Tansu could fall at any moment, overwhelmed by the number of enemy. He clamped it down.

The simmering cinnabar blade collided with his own in flashes of steel and plasma that sprayed sparks into the air. Again and again they crashed and skittered, coming on faster and faster in a blindingly swift exchange that dazzled the eyes, both drawing upon the Force for strength and speed. Those heedless strikes of the Savrip tore through the ceiling and carved furrows in the walls.

Two strikes came close to cleaving Tydeus in half, burning a horizonal line across his chest that melted the duraplast armor and another thrust that would have skewered him, but instead only set fire the fabric of his uniform as the blade passed just over his shoulder.

At last, Tydeus saw an opening and seized upon it, as a surging diagonal brought the Savrip's blade just out of line, Tydeus darted forward and struck not with his sword but with his foot. The booted heel snapped out with a crack as it broke the sound barrier, an oblique kick aimed directly at the Savrip's massive knee.

For any common martial artist, a foolish strike against one so large. For a practitioner of Teras Kasi, whose bare hands could blow through durasteel armor and whose feet could shatter boulders, a potentially devastating blow. Even should it not shatter the patella and blow the knee backward through the hamstring, a glancing blow might still tear tendons and ligaments.

He needed to deal with this quickly.

Brutalis | Tansu Treicolt | Talsin Lota Lord Creuat Meliant Krasskorr the Maw

 

[Kelan Dhal]

ALLIED TAGS: Ran Serys
ENEMY TAGS: Casi Braste Da'Razel
THEME: Light in the Dark

How could one so young be so twisted?

The rage. The anger. the fear.

She practically burned with the Dark Side.
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Kelan stood his ground, even when his opponent broke their saberlock. His master had told him of the tools of the Dark Side, how its wielders thrived on suffering and enjoyed taunting those they faced. The Jedi exile didn't quite believe that he would be granted mercy if he fled now, but the girl had revealed she had a past with Master Serys. Regardless, Kelan had much to say himself.

"I'm not going anywhere. But it isn't too late to turn away from the Dark Side. I can see it in you, the doubt-"

She was quick, her speedy leap nearly driving her blade right down on top of his head. But in the nick of time, Kelan managed to bring his own blade up to intercept the Dark Jedi's strike, managing to fend off the attack. He pressed forward, forcing the girl away, but he did not attempt to strike at her. It was clear that she had not been fully lost to the Dark Side, only lulled by its sweet whispers and the threat of her master's power. It may have been foolish, but Kelan would try to save this girl if he could. Despite what she might have done, there was always a chance for anyone who was willing to try.

"-You are no servant of Darkness. You don't have to give in to them, stand with us against the Empire, leave this place!"

Perhaps there was no hope for the girl, perhaps he was wasting his time. But force be damned, he would try.

Kelan brought his blade in front of him, ready for another barrage of strikes. He wiped the blood from his nose and took a breath to steady himself. He was focused on the task at hand, though he did have a brief, amusing thought in his head.

"Old man? Come on!"​

 

[Krasskorr the Maw]

DSE: Brutalis Lord Creuat Meliant
FOOD: Tydeus of Tion Tansu Treicolt Talsin Lota

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Krasskorr was on the verge of maneuvering his blade to bisect Tansu Treicolt when Talsin Lota tore a pipe from the wall and expertly hurled it at one of his two heads. The object struck true, embedding itself deep within his scaly hide, but it did not penetrate the thick skull enough to reach the vulnerable brain inside.

The blow was a flash of white-hot agony, an insult more than a true injury. It wasn't the pain that infuriated Krasskorr but the act of a lesser being daring to wound him.

Executor Lord Creuat would handle the meddlesome Jedi down the corridor and with Brutalis occupied with Tydeus of Tion it was up to him and Meliant to put a stop to the rescue attempt.

Speaking of Meliant, he made a sudden lunge to perform a feint, but instead, he and Krasskorr collided. The force of Krasskorr's considerable weight pushed Meliant aside, disrupting his focus. The momentary lapse proved costly; the Jedi girl's blade, intended for the feint, instead took Meliant's hand at the wrist.

The arrogant fool, having reattached his hand with the Force, looked back at Krasskorr with seething disdain.

"Well, Krasskorr? She's cornered. Go get her."

"Quiet...whelp..." Krasskorr's maw parted slightly in a quiet sneer, as the other Dark Side Elite had demonstrated his weakness, and the hybrid disregarded those who were inferior to him in terms of skill. The girl found herself cornered, with him taking a deliberate step towards her.

The light from the half-opened door behind her spilled onto the deck, illuminating her and the path to his meal. The force gathered around him in the form of Enhance Attribute, enabling him to deliver blows with greater force and speed.

His crimson blade, lacking in finesse, relied solely on brute strength to slam Tansu Treicolt into the floor of the interrogation room.