Public Woe to the Vanquished (Slave Raid of Hapes)

[Hala Adris]

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She kept close to Kyric, defensively lifting her lightsaber at the sight of the monstrosity that had harmed the woman in front of the pair. A look of shock twisted to disgust as she shouted.

"What the feth is THAT."

She had faced danger before, but the blood still rushed from her face and her entire body trembled.

"Sorry for swearing."

Hala stuttered, not really knowing why or what good it was going to do apologising to Kyric. She swore to herself quietly, regaining her footing and gripping her lightsaber tighter. The beast turned and fled, the great pit separating them as the Mirialan rolled her eyes at the creature.

Coward.

"Deep breaths. Stay behind me when you run for the door, you hear me?"- Kyric

Hala nodded quickly at his words of encouragement and ran after Kyric once more into battle.

Kyric Corr Hasuras Na-Gerra ​

 

[Koda Fett]

The fired whipcord struck out into the rising field of debris dust and found nothing, unable to have first-hands on the Hapan Crown. Sometimes, the hammer that was Mercy was a little too effective. Even for his grim tastes. It snapped back, returning to his gauntlet.

"Heh," a breath rose up out of his throat, and his blaster wielding stance widened a fraction.

Insofar as underworld deals went, it was somewhat reasonable. Though with the combination of reputation, pride and credits on the line, Fett seemed a little less interested in cooperation. He never cowered to Sith before, and today wasn't going to be the first.

"Big mistake," Fett warned, "No one steals from me."

A sudden flash of movement saw the twisting tilt of the blaster's barrel, shifting to take aim with robotic precision and fire a shot between Mercy's eyes. He'd seen her take wounds that should otherwise kill her, and now it was time to see how far this freakish body of hers could be pushed before crumbling beneath all that monstrous mass.

Mercy

 

[Darth Yobitsune]

Wearing: War Robes

Armed With: Gravetail Vibroblade


Objective: Murder Sith


She had been operating as a healer within the city, relying on traditional Atrisian Acupuncture techniques to help relieve chronic back pain.

Her shop was quaint, simplistic. She wore a red blindfold over her eyes that matched her all crimson robes.

Most times, she was polite, charming, and inoffensive. She got on well with her customers and made sure to smile and nod at the Jedi who passed by her in the street.

In many ways, she really was that sort of person. A people person, who enjoyed company, serving tea to guests, and making connections. Making friends.

And in so, so many other ways...she was not.

When the raid had descended on the Planet, the 'healer' had not fled like her customers.

She had instead prepared tea in her kitchen as the blood and screaming started outside. She didn't hide her Force Presence as a Sith Warrior in heavy black armor strode into her simple shop, with her back turned to him as she sipped her green tea.

"So...I thought I smelled the stink of the Light in this place..." The warrior snarled quietly. "Have you accepted your fate?"

"You accepted yours the moment you walked in here..." The beautiful woman of clear Atrisian descent said, sipping her tea. "Even if you didn't know you had."

This caused a chuckle from the Sith, and she heard the snap hiss of his lightsaber activating.

"My fate is to butcher you like a pig, woman, and then to go and sack your precious customer base."

She thought of this a moment, and took another sip of her handle-less teacup.

"Woooooowwwww..." she said long and sarcastically. "Big ambition for a man with a lightsaber...you got anything else on that menu, motherfether?"

A roar from the Sith told her everything, and she used telekinesis to halt his blade mid strike without looking , only a very slight claw gesture from her right hand showing that she had used the Force at all. A flick of the same hand hurled the Sith into a wall, hard.

"Submit..." The blindfolded woman ordered, taking another sip. "And perhaps your death will only be quick, as opposed to humiliating."

He scrambled up, yellow eyed and frothing in rage as he made a gripping gesture.

The woman calmly sipped tea as the area around her was crushed, finishing her cup, setting it aside, and sighed.

"You're no fun." she spoke, her contralto hinting at disappointment. "Got anything else, big boy?"

He shrieked in outrage a burst of purple lightning lancing out at her from his free hand. She held out her hand and deflected his lightning back at him, slamming him into a wall.

She rose and crossed the distance between them in an instant restraining him with telekinesis and dragging him forward on the ground on his knees, his arms forced to the side.

"Wait! Wait! I submit! I submit, Master Jedi!" The Sith begged, his previous indignant pride and rage vanished as he realized how utterly outclassed he was.

"Your chance to submit passed fifteen seconds prior." The woman replied coldly.

"And while I am a Master...I am no Jedi..."

The tea cup, made of Cortosis-Weave Durasteel, flew at a very high speed for his throat, breaking his neck on impact.

She left his dead body where it lay, and strode outside, her teacup floating in her free hand as a heavy knife dropped from her sleeve into her other hand, her Cortosis Weave Durasteel teapot floating behind her.

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She walked outside, saw the city and palace on fire, and herself surrounded by troopers.

"Gentlemen..." The woman said pleasantly. "I am pleased to report that the chiropractic method was applied with outstanding results to the neck of your employer. Unfortunately the shop has closed due to... unexpected architectural issues. I kindly request that you reschedule your appointments for next week, at the very latest. In recognition for this inconvenience, I am prepared to offer you a free bottle of my proprietary Ginseng Bath Oil upon your next visit."

They saw the thick vibroblade in her hand, the teapot pouring hot Green tea into her floating cup, which she downed in one gulp.

"Or, I could simply refund you now."

They opened fire and she telekinetically flung her teacup and it impacted like a meteorite into the chest of one of the troopers as the blaster bolts were deflected back by the teapot moving at high speed, thick and dense enough to withstand heavy fire as she rushed forward her knife moving with an unnatural swiftness and cutting strength due to the power in her robes as she brutally slashed down everyone in her immediate range, troops trying to retreat only to be aggressively pursued like she was a hungry jungle cat. A trooper got a bead on her, even with the teacup whipping about like a big heavy bullet that crushed skulls and cracked ribcages.

Just as he started to fire, the Teapot bashed into his head and collapsed the side it struck on impact.

The Woman absorbed a spray of shots into her hand and dragged the shooter to her, letting the teacup rush in as she clasped his throat, bursting the helmet and killing him instantly. It was the most times anyone had killed using a teacup since Riddick himself at Crematoria. It was about as humiliating a death also.

The teacup rebounded off victims like a twisted game of pong as she finished off others at close range with her knife. It was as much about making a statement as it was about winning. Just as with the Sith, she had given them their chance to submit, and they hadn't taken it.

The Woman did not carry a lightsaber with her when operating under her cover identity as a traveling healer of the light side. Any Jedi in close range would have immediately sensed her nature as not being that of a normal light side user. Despite not drawing from her emotions, her kills were still utterly merciless, and her taunts dismissive, mocking. In truth it was all cold calculation, done not out of cruelty, but to unsteady the opponent and bring her closer to victory. It was simply another challenge, another test to past. She was ultimately dispassionate to all her opponents these days.

The troopers fell, slashes and stabs cutting them down so fast they couldn't react in time and the teacup and teapot returned to her side, pouring her another cup. To which she took a sip.

She went back into her shop, lifted a floorboard, and retrieved a box made of nullification resin...

And pulled out an elegant looking lightsaber.

The pot and cup set itself to one side, the knife sliding back up her sleeve as she removed the blindfold to reveal how her eyes were mutated, slick bronze orbs with dark green irises.

"My old friend...the time to rip, and tear, until it is done, is upon us..." Darth Yobitsune said to her weapon an orange rod of fire sliding out of the hilt, the crystal color signifying she was a warrior in her particular cult.

The Light Side Marauder headed to the street, her destination being the palace.

She smelled a challenge.

And if there was one thing in this Galaxy that Yobitsune was loath to pass up...

It was a challenge...

Ben Khal

Hasuras Na-Gerra

Mercy

Koda Fett

Aurellia

Kyric

Corr

Alexandra Feanor

Hala Adris

 

[Mercy]

Koda Fett

"I hoped you'd say that." Then without warning Mercy suddenly squeezed and the crown (a replica unbeknownst to her) shattered into pieces right as Koda reared up the blaster to shoot Mercy in the head.

She was not normal. A normal person would have thrown herself to the side, stepped back or at least grabbed something to protect herself. Mercy instead launched herself towards Koda. The blast went off and ran into Mercy's shoulder, super-heating the armor-piece and burning flesh underneath. She growled in pain, but it only laced through her body and added to her furious momentum.

One moment she was standing away, the next she was already upon him, aiming to crush Koda back into the wall behind him. Her shoulder colliding with enough force to shatter duracrete.

There was nothing personal about it.

Mercy was a nightmare, a predator, you could rely on her but only in terms of what she wanted to kill and what she wanted to profit from. Koda was a helpful ally at times, but this had been building a long time. She desired to fight him one-on-one. Where there were no bodies between them to distract, instead to measure themselves directly.

To see who would come out on top.

 

[Koda Fett]

Mercy

"Unh!"

She crashed into him with the force of a soaring speeder, the armour soaking up most of it as he became caught on her over-muscled frame on course for a second collision. His jetpack thundered with a violent crackle, spitting fire that slowed their shared trajectory down.

Fett longed for a good fight, and was under no illusions that Mercy could not grant him that much. It was a challenge, not a personal grievance. Then again, Mercy shattering that crown and doing away with his score earned more than his ire.

With the blaster carbine falling from his grasp, Fett grasped a vibroknife and sought to plunge the glowing blade deep over Mercy's charging shoulder. "Your first mistake," his other arm carried his wrist up towards her face, trying to blast an arc of flames into her eyes in order to slip free from her grasp, "I'll show you why I'm the best."

Though while in such close proximity to him, she would find her connection to the Force severed with his yossubi gas.

 

[Mercy]

Koda Fett

That was exactly why Mercy wanted to fight him.

Koda was an old man, someone who had fought Sith Emperors to a standstill, who dueled against Jedi Grandmasters and still lived to tell the tale years after the fact. You didn't grow old in this craft without being one of the best. This was something that scared most people off. They didn't want to face the legend lest he adds you to their list of accomplishments.

Mercy was born from different flesh altogether.

There was satisfaction in the way he crunched against her shoulder. His jetpack slowed them down and the proximity suddenly closed her connection to the Force.

And in response her arm twitched violently. It was under her control most of the times, except when the Force was denied to her. Suddenly the eldritch creature would no longer be actively suppressed by her being rooted in the Force. Tendrils ripped out of the limb and began to wrap tightly around the flamethrower arm, smashing it into the wall right at the same time that Mercy crashed him back into the rock. They kept growing, trying to wrap around his neck, to force them close together because the creature did not want for the Force to return and squeeze it back into the lock-box.

Koda made his move, the knife carved its way through her armor-piece and straight into hardened flesh. Superheated metal, vibrating at a frequency to rend meat like paper, pushed in deep and hit bone.

Mercy cackled, the pain lacing through her voice, but it was mania that ruled that moment.

Those tendrils tried to cut and bury through the chinks in his armor, where beskar would have prevented from joints to move and lesser materials were used.

 

[Koda Fett]

Mercy

There it was. The arm. The one thing to anticipate in a confrontation with Mercy, and what he wanted to draw out. To understand it. Beneath the helmet, his HUD was alive with an unfathomable amount of moving parts. It remembered the events of Ruusan, seeing the arm come to life when near the droid that carried the ysalamir, and now once again around the yossubi gas.

It was the lack of the Force that beckoned it.

The flaming jetpack, in combination with the yanking tendril, ensured he left his position mounted on her shoulder right before Mercy collided with the rock, alone. It tensed and strained as he crashed into an adjacent wall, positioned feet first and standing against it as the tendrils creeped across his armoured frame, attempting to burrow in.

Fett surged his free wrist forwards, launching cryoban that froze the tendrils in the halfway point between them. A micro-missile cut through the air, shattering the frozen portion of the arm in the ensuing explosion, with the rest of it left to fall away, as Koda fell down to the marble below.

He rapidly drew his blaster pistol, firing at the shoulder of that tendril arm.

 

[Mercy]

Koda Fett

Her arm, but really her body as a whole, seemed to learn and expand what it could do day by day. Every battle she participated in, it learned a little bit more.

In a way it was similar to how Koda was studying its prey.

Koda broke free and Mercy slammed into the wall alone. The sheer force of it as the Force ripped back into her caused the wall to crack, a fracture that ran through the floor beneath them. Mercy snarled and pivoted towards the bounty hunter. Her arm lost some of its velocity as the Force returned to her. The grenade went off and parts of the tendrils were snap-frozen in place. Others cracked open, splitting from the main host. Right on time as he launched a rocket to shatter the arm.

The tendrils snapped out and reverted the angle of the projectile, sending it right back to sender. Suddenly Koda would have to contend with those micro-missiles coming right at his feet. Mercy forced her arm to withdraw again, violently snapping off the frozen parts, rather than wait for them to thaw on her own.

Right on time as the bounty hunter began to shoot at her. It reformed right into a shield in front of her, the sheer velocity and intensity causing her to stumble back, before she leaped up. Tearing down a piece of the ceiling, launching debris and broken rock towards Koda. Their battle was quickly starting to ruin the room they were in.

Walls shattering, floor cracking, ceiling ripped apart in multiple places.

 

[Koda Fett]

Mercy

The targeting system honed in on the redirected wrist-missile as it came back towards him, and in turn his blaster shot up to meet it and blasted it out of the air with nearly snap-lock precision.

His helmeted gaze craned upwards as Mercy took off towards the ceiling, latching onto it before hurtling a piece of debris down towards Fett. Even in the armour, he was quick; it was a second skin, moving more freely in it than out. The would-be Mandalorian dove into a roll as it came down, first cracking the marble before shooting straight through it to reveal a level below as the flooring became uneven and warped.

Fett snatched up his once-dropped blaster carbine, now with a blaster in each hand. The one with the pistol took aim but it was tilted to the side, forced down, as the whipcord launched in an effort to ensnare Mercy's legs and send a disabling voltage through it -- disabling for most, which Mercy was not. He pivoted, punched down to yank her from the ceiling, and dove down into the hole.

 

[Mercy]

Koda Fett

Fett was on a whole different level from the chaff she usually fought. Fast, strong, he was always lock-in-step with her and it was practically impossible to surprise him.

It only excited Mercy more.

She was about to yank the Mandalorian towards her, but then the whipcord suddenly snaked around her legs. She huffed. As if that was going to do anything at al- The electricity suddenly raged through her body with enough voltage to cause normal flesh to burn and boil. Mercy was not most as she felt herself be dragged through the air down the hole.

Her fist grabbed hold of that leash with her eldritch hand and through gritted teeth yanked it back even as she flew. Forcing Koda up, even as she dove down.

Lightning still coursed through her body, fraying her nerves, but she powered through it as her fist slammed into his visor. Enough strength to break through a ship's viewport. They were caught together with that whipcord as the ground got closer and closer to them, but Mercy was heedless of it. She just wanted to shatter that helmet and reveal the grandpa within.

If need be with a second punch, a third, stubborn.

 

[Ben Khal]

Ben raced through the halls of the Fountain Palace, his speed enhanced by the Force. But he knew even before he turned the corner and saw the path of destruction the Sith had wrought that he wasn't fast enough.

Bodies were strewn among the debris. Every one of them was covered in a thick layer of white dust, making it hard to discern at once which crushed form was which. But as Ben picked through the wreckage, still driven by a desperate hope, he eventually found the one he was looking for. The remains of a blue gown, torn and powdered with pulverized stone.

He pulled the body out, laying her on the ground beside the pile of rubble. Cradling her head with one hand, he felt for a pulse with the other. Faint. Dying. He looked her over, from her red hair matted with drying blood to her feet. One shoe was missing.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Your Majesty, I..." she rasped, only for the light to leave her eyes as her body went limp. Whatever she had meant to say died with her.

Ben blinked, his eyes wide with disbelief. It had only been two years since Kha'la was killed. Now her sister had died without an heir. Gritting his teeth, he forced all thoughts of the coming succession crisis from his mind. There were still lives in need of saving here. Rising to his feet, the Padawan took one look at the duel between Mercy and Koda Fett and decided not to get involved. Let them kill each other. He would help innocents escape the carnage that would follow.

Aurellia Hasuras Na-Gerra Corr Kyric Hala Adris Darth Yobitsune​

 

[Xeykard]

That light rock as they reverted to realspace had never agreed with Xeykard; he was not one for the stars. Earth and sky for him. Hapes looked so inviting from here -- the violence especially -- but their task was of a different sort. The raid and its spoils were of little interest to him; he was no pirate, slaver. The one leading this raid, though, was a prize in himself.

"Adjusting IFF... sir, the enemy fleet doesn't appear to be Alliance. Not Hapan, either." The readout spoke of a relief fleet. That the Alliance would not defend their own worlds themselves was another sign of their impotence. Raiders and mercenaries, allowed to rove freely -- they could not hold the Core, so they could hold nowhere else.

No, even then, Xeykard was careful. There was yet time for a response, Alliance or otherwise, and a more detailed read of the fleet spoke of considerable armaments and starfighter complement. The Crimson Aces started their runs, the 'relief fleet' pummelled the World Devastator and its escorts; a difficult fight for the both of them.

Xeykard's arrival set a timer.

Four star destroyers, two carriers, a small host of corvettes, gunboats, frigates, cruisers. A significant escalation. "Five minutes until we're in range, sir."

The Inquisitor nodded to Admiral Cemek, the old Sith-Imperial who still managed to look twice his age. Cemek started snapping out orders -- the warlord's fleet tightened their formation, full speed towards the Venators and their command ship. A wave of interceptors and bombers preceded them.

Hapes' defenders were on the clock.

Zoro Igala | Tyrant 1 Tyrant 4 | Hasuras Na-Gerra ​

 

[Koda Fett]

Mercy

A punch with Mercy's full, descending force was likely to knock his helmeted head clean off his shoulders. She was a monster of sheer physicality. Possibly the strongest being he ever faced, brutishly pushing through all obstacles in her path. But, then again, a good hunter never preyed on the weak.

His arm felt the beginning increase of tension and the cable disconnected, a loud thwap rang and snapped as Fett continued to fall through to the floor beneath. It was darker, with marble rippled through with onyx lining the floors and walls. It would have been spotless, too, if not for the rampaging Mercy. Her punch with that tendril covered arm struck at the marble above, sending even more rubble collapsing inwards as the room filled up with clouds of dust. He dove into another roll to avoid what came crashing towards him, and a moment of reprieve was found between them.

Fett tossed a bundle of dioxis grenades in the shape of half-detonators, clinging to walls and floors as a green tinge filled the room. His helmet cycled through the different vision systems, his gaze piercing through to outline Mercy in the poisonous air.

He had his gambit for taking her down.

Fett let the blaster carbine fall, leaving it to hang from the sling while he holstered the blaster pistol. He unsheathed the glowing vibroknife, blades protruding from his gauntleted forearms. Small half-detonator shaped devices sat in the grasp of his other hand, ready to stick to whatever surface he could slap it on.

 

[Kyric]

Before the Padawan fell in step and engaged the raider, Hasuras Na-Gerra turned away entirely and raced away for one of the nobles. The large hole in the massive chamber made giving chase bothersome, but far from an impossibility.

Kyric led Hala to Corr on their side of the gap and placed a hand on both of their shoulders.

"This might feel weird. Sorry," he squeezed them both and the world blinked away for a split-second. When reality materialized anew, the trio stood on the far side of the same chamber looking down at where the raider landed. The stone beneath the giant's feet had fissured upon his arrival—not a good sign.

The warlord swept his hand in the unknown's direction with a powerful expulsion of telekinetic power in the most minimalist of expression.

Kyric thrust both hands out in answer. He braced his will against Na-Gerra's and met the psionic assault meant to batter the Ducha's lone defender head-on. The Vahlan's strength felt like molten-sky; wreathed in hate as it pressed down on Kyric from all sides. His jaw clenched. Single eye narrowed in an intense concentration. He felt himself slide a few inches back even from all the way up in the study, but he held long enough to manipulate the unseen energy harmlessly to the side.

"New plan. Get the wounded noble to safety," Kyric said, then jumped down to the scene three stories below. He drew his saber from his belt and activated the cerulean blade with the flick of his thumb.

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Tags: Aurellia | Corr | Hala Adris | Hasuras Na-Gerra | Morrow

 

[Corr]

Corr recoiled and fault nauseous when the space around him folded in on itself, surging the three of them forward. His steps staggered on the ledge and a curious glare of befuddlement met Kyric. "Eugh," he groaned, momentarily nauseous. He jumped in place, bouncing, shaking his arms and legs as if to ready himself.

"Here it goes, then." He murmured, leaping from the ledge and plummeting knees first for the Vahlin.

Kyric - Hala Adris - Hasuras Na-Gerra - Aurellia - Morrow

 

[Mercy]

Koda Fett

It was a good thing too that Koda rolled away from her punch.

Her fist connected with the marble below with such force it punched right through it and then hit... a metal that was very familiar with Mercy. She blinked there and drew her hand back. At the same time she breathed in, her nostrils flaring at the same sort of poison she had been hit with during the tournament at least twice.

"Creative, you little shit." She said over her shoulder, but did not immediately attack him again, instead her focus was one the fist-sized hole through the marble and the metal underneath it.

Brows furrowed and then suddenly Mercy stamped down. Her heel connecting hard with the marble and further shattering it apart, cracks appearing all across the floor. Her lungs were beginning to burn again. But her Firrerreo physiology was already better at breaking down the poison than it had been during the tournament.

It was not quite the immunity armor granted, but she could breathe through it.

"We can keep fighting if you'd like, I only need to hit you once to break every bone in that old grandpa body of yours. But I am pretty sure we just discovered the Hapan Royal Vault." The metal... she knew because she had once robbed a bank with Jogon and Isar du Vain and had smashed through the metal with her fists. Mercy was a savant, a genius if you will, but in matters of the fist and meat. She could recognize the texture and density of a metal, identifying what it was, just by smashing it hard enough.

He had a clear path to try and end her though. Mercy was kneeling down to inspect the metal better. Back to him. But what guarantee would he have that she would actually go down?

 

[Koda Fett]

Mercy

With Mercy, there was never a guarantee. In one moment you could blasting holes through that dense Firrerreo body, and in the next those same searing wounds would close up as if they never existed. On top of all that brutish strength that turned her muscled body into armour of its own.

"Heh." He chuckled grimly in the green mist.

His amusement, however, was quickly stolen from him. "Grandpa?" Fett sounded offended, as his stance softened and his helmeted head craned.

It took only a brief glance to confirm Mercy's suspicions. The marble rippled, torn up and smashed as she graced metal with her fist.

"Then keep punching."

 

[Daeg Shrovl]

Edge of Ta'a Chume'Dan Park, near City Center


The edge of the park was coming into view. A pale blue wall was the only thing keeping the beast from the city. That wasn't enough. Without hesitation, Daeg sprinted and leaped over the wall. He landed on top of a landspeeder, crushing the canopy with his size and momentum. Scores of Hapans were being funneled towards transports, their fates now in the hands of the Sith Order. Daeg leaped from the speeder and into a nearby window. Inside was the dining area of a restaurant. Plates of half-eaten food were left abandoned, chairs were turned over and thrown about. Signs of panic and fear.

Then a noise. Metal scraping against metal. Someone was in the kitchen he thought to himself. His nose was almost certain of it. His eyes darted back and forth, searching for prey. He searched high and low. He even checked inside the brick oven. No one was to be found. Only one spot left to check. There was a walk-in fridge towards the back. Someone desperate enough wouldn't mind the chill for a few minutes. As he approached the door, he could feel several life forces just beyond the door. He exhaled on the door and a grin crawled it's way onto his face. He held his hand just an inch from the handle before grabbing the handle with the Force. He crushed and bent away at the handle, rendering the door unable to be opened through conventional means.

Whether his senses were right or wrong, no one was getting in or out of the fridge. After further searching and finding nothing, Daeg left the restaurant and walked the abandoned streets. He looked overhead at the sight of the enemy's presence steadily growing in the skies above. Sith fighters were engaging the enemy in strength. The transports had to be getting full by now. He focused on finding his way to the city center to see what the status of the operation was.

@Open to anyone!​

 

[Morrow]

The Vahlan's body plummeted through open air, falling full three stories, until he crunched into the concrete before Morrow and Aurellia , knees bent in a crouch, sword low.

"Chit!" Morrow cried. He moved in front of Aurellia and raised his blaster toward the brick shithouse of a man. "Run," he instructed the asset just before firing on the Vahlan.

An unseen Force hit Morrow suddenly. First, it felt like an extremely dense gust of wind. Then, almost immediately, stinging began across the entire front-half of his body, as if he'd been slapped by a massive unseen hand.

"Ack!"

Black fabric billowed as he was flung through the air. He skipped against the duracrete several times before eventually collapsing into a rough roll. Once he stopped, he remained a pitiful stygian pile on the ground.

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Hasuras Na-Gerra | Aurellia | Kyric | Corr | Hala Adris | Mercy​

 

[Hasuras Na-Gerra]

Once he stopped, he remained a pitiful stygian pile on the ground.

The defender dealt with, Gerra stepped forward toward the Ducha and would have moved to seize her, but for the sudden reappearance of the interlopers. Instead, he sent another blast of telekinetic energy to knock her from her feet, quick as thought.

"New plan. Get the wounded noble to safety," Kyric said, then jumped down to the scene three storird below. He drew his saber from his belt and activated the cerulean blade with the flick of his thumb.

"Here it goes, then." He murmured, leaping from the ledge and plummeting knees first for the Vahlin.

The boy hurtled down upon him, knees first, while the other Jedi fell with a lit, cerulean lightsaber. Gerra took them in turn. In a lumbering motion he stepped and struck. The step to the side carried him out of the boy's path, allowing the boy to shatter his kneecaps on the concrete if he so chose. And the strike sent four-and-a-half feet of Sith warblade singing for the body of the Jedi with the cerulian blade in a horizontal, one-armed cut meant to cleave torso from hips.

"Is this the strength of the Jedi?"

Gerra pulled the Dark Side into him as a fire sucked in oxygen, bringing more and more of the atramentous, hideous power into him until he brimmed with energy in the Force. The gauntlet of his off-hand at his side began to glow.

Corr Kyric Aurellia Morrow