You call that a Sith? (TSA raid of Dominion Vjun)

[Bjorg The Traitor]

The small click as the comlink was , for the moment disconnected. We would prove our selves to our Lord's, a promotion would suit me nicely. Yet the echo of an explosion rang out against the temple's walls, not far in the slightest, we certainly wasn't the only one's here. We collectively turned on our night-vision, creeping though the temple, we soon discoverer where we were. The library, how convenient. A small one, the bookshelf's not to high nor too grand, there was no endless miles of these books stacked in high order, no it was rather pathetic in a sense. This would not be missed, we rushed forward placing our thermal detonators around the library, the ticking time bomb had begun, now it was race against time to set them all up. Like black wraiths we ran out of that temple, still only a few candles flicked in the darkness, shrouded and swallowed almost completely by the night, this did not bother us. A large explosion followed us, as fiery ghosts charged out from the entrance of the library.

The bombs we had heard had gone off around us, throw in a clearly clumsy, ragged and random fashion, thrown in with no consent into what or whom they were hitting, fair enough. Statues lay defiled. gaping holes of the temple carved open, the eerie sound of acid getting stronger. Yet, with horror we found mangled and butchered corpses that were unfortunate enough to get caught in the explosion, there was no pity for them however, they did not deserve that. We rushed towards the cause of this destruction and death, I felt some thing creep into me as we got closer to our perpetrator, it was uncomfortable and unwelcome, but I knew we was going the right way. Her place face was clear even with his nightvison on, he bowed his head in hollow respected more muscle memory then anything. "Miss, we share the same objective, the destruction of this temple; I suggest we work together."

[member="Darth Sarcophago"]

 

[WelshGuy]

Yuroic had been nervous during the whole journey to the planet, he wasn't very skilled in the Force or his lightsaber Forms. Hell, he didn't even have a lightsaber yet, still using a practice saber. He was determined to help those in need, it was a big step out of his comfort zone. He was training in the aggressive based Form V currently, making a strong preference to Djem So over Shien. He didn't put on the power armour, the weight of the armour didn't feel right for him and instead he remained in his robes. He followed Kaden as the Sith jumped out of the ship onto the ground.

Yuroic used the Force and slowed his descent as they fell close to the ground. He ignited his blade, a deep yellow colour that it held at the moment. He held it in both hands, nodding to Kaden, he decided to stay close to the other Padawan, better they handle any enemies together than apart. Especially for Yuroic, who was still very new to battle, wars on this scale.

Which way should we head Tentacle-Beard? He asked, using the term in a light-hearted friendly moment. He watched at the battle unfolded before him, it was chaotic.

He struggled to see who was on their side, who was against them. Yuroic swallowed hard, this was going to be a lot tougher than he wished for.

[member="Kaden"] | [member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[Alyson Halle]

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Objective: Get to the Temple
Location: Space
Allies: SJO, Dominion
Enemies: TSA

The Heavenly Spire dropped into the system with a small escort of a star destroyer and a cruiser. The purpose was simply to prevent anyone from entering or leaving the planet Vjun, nothing more, nothing less. She had informed her officers of this explicitly.

"No one leaves. No one enters. If anyone tries to leave without my express consent, blast them out of the sky. Is that clear admiral?" she asked.
"Yes my liege." He said with a courteous bow.

The ship quickly connected to the D-TeK network, allowing the people who were to be heading down to see what the troopers down there saw, sensor readings, maps, anything that they had the ship now had, and anything the ship had, they had. Alyson had given explicit orders that only she and two guards, and any Jedi that happened to be on board were to head down, she wanted minimal damage to the temple, it was important to the Dominions sith, and she was to respect that, regardless of her force alignment. She boarded her shuttle and began to move on her way down to the planet. She must protect Dominion territory from incursions like this.

Her shuttle began to make its way down towards the temple, it would be some time before she was truly able to land, but when she did, she would be ready.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"I wouldn't think either of you are going very far, at least not if you're not going to pay attention to your immediate surroundings." Krest stood before [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] and [member="Kaden"] , leaning heavily on his cane. In appearances alone he was a fragile old man trying to stay on his feet, but the Force whispered another story. He was dangerous and he wasn't an ally. Yet he made no move against the duo, instead offering a friendly smile.

"A fake Jedi, and a Pureblood acting as a fake Jedi. Tell me, why are either of you even here, asides from looking for an excuse to push your nose into others business. Doesn't it seem out of place?" Even as the Zabrak spoke he could feel the actions of another worming their way into his mind. A frown formed on lips as he began to realize what was going on. Battle Meditation. The Force around him that he listened to for threats was slowly falling silent, a situation he did not want to deal with for long. He knew another would deal with it, but he hoped they would do so soon. There was no doubt in the Sith's mind that these young Jedi would strike first.

 

[WelshGuy]

He blinked. Was this old man calling him fake. Yuroic looked around to make sure that there was no one else around before turning around back to Krest. He could feel the strong Force connection that the man had so he knew to be wary. However, still. To call him fake. Fake. Seemed a bit harsh and unfair. He could hear the thumping of heart, acting as a natural war drum as it called him to head into action. He waited however, the strength coming from the Sith was one that meant there needed to be caution. But fake. Seriously, fake!

Sorry. Fake? What is fake about being a Padawan? I'm sure you weren't fake when you first trained. Gesturing wildly, Yuroic was not impressed, deciding to scold the old Sith Lord. Be careful with your words old man. Now, I expect an apology for calling me fake, in future you may use the terms: weak, unblooded, untested or saberless one. Now I am sure that my friend TB here will agree with me here, though I think perhaps untested or overconfident would suit him better. I'll let him decide on that one.

Yuroic then felt it, something was giving me a boost. He felt luckier in some form, he wasn't sure how. He looked over to Kaden and whispered. Why do I feel luckier? Stronger, just better... Is he doing some Sith mind trick I don't know about? He narrowed his eyes at Krest, watching the Sith cautiously. He had basically acted like a fool but he was insulted and decided that he would insult the man back by not acting like he normally would. Heading head first into danger and then losing, badly most of the time.

[member="Kaden"] | [member="Krest"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Jairdain"]

 

[Jairdain]

Once Jairdain felt the troops, her friends and allies had been deployed, she started into her battle meditation.

Each of her Jedi friends would feel the effects of this as well as those Sith of the Dominion. The troops would feel it as well. Like the ants used in her meditation class. The participants clashing below her would feel as her skill took hold.

The troops would feel a boost to their moral and combat abilities, making them faster and quicker than before. Their skills heightened and battle prowess stronger. Her meditation enhancing her friends connections to the Force as well as perform at maximum efficiency.

Their enemies would also feel the reverse effects. A loss of morale, stamina and just overall effectiveness.

As her shuttle flew over Castle Bast, Jairdain wove her meditation through it all.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Crouched as he was on all fours, a wide smirk pulling at his lips and revealing the pointed teeth behind them, specks of blood coating his face - contrasting starkly with the black background of his jat'o tattoos - and his amber eye glowing with a sickly light, Lykos appeared more animal than humanoid. The odd growls and rumbles that emerged from the back of his throat revealed no sign of intelligent thought or anything even remotely similar to sentience above the most basic of levels. All in all, Lykos looked less like the composed Assassin he usually was and, instead, was something much more bestial in nature.

And, indeed, that was what he had been reduced to as he prowled towards his next target: a Rodian covered in crimson, gouges torn open along his arms and legs, his lightsaber long since lost in the efforts to put down the beast that Lykos had become. Whimpering softly, a sound that only caused the blood-drunk smirk crossing Lykos' face to twist into a ferocious snarl of rage, the Rodian began to back away from the hunched over Zabrak, her high pitched mutterings in Rodian doing nothing to halt Lykos' approach as he prowled ever closer. The Beast that so often raged and writhed within Lykos' mind, the Beast that represented his burning anger, feral lusts and animalistic instincts bundled together had been let free, no longer held back by bands of cold fury, no longer carefully guided and directed. And with Lykos drawing so heavily upon the Dark, especially on a world like Vjun which seemed to seep malicious intent from every pore, the Beast was less a metaphorical being and something much more real, something much closer to being a second personality.

Giving up on all chance of standing her ground against the bestial Sith, the Rodian, likely nothing more than a new Acolye, turned tail and fled, attempting to put as much distance between herself and the Zabrak as possible. In response, Lykos' form seemed to blur as he shot forwards, claws kicking up sparks as he raced across stone flooring and, in short order, was leaping through the air, cloak billowing around him and his prey as the full force of his body slammed into her back and sent her sprawling across the floor. Growling softly, Beast-Lykos allowed for his prey to struggle and writhe beneath him, feral instincts fueling the Beast's enjoyment of the hunt. As soon as the Rodian had managed to flip herself over, now prone on her back beneath him, his body tensed, clamping down and refusing to let her move as teeth lashed at her neck, ending her cries in a wet gurgle as the Beast's hunger was fed by the sensation of warm crimson filling it's mouth.

​Separate from it all, his mind distantly drifting and floating upon the rise and fall of the Force, Lykos watched with true stoicism as the act of brutality came to an end at the halting of the Rodian's heart and he Beast that controlled his body withdrew, blood now not just spattered across his face by soaking it. However, he made no move to interject, to wrest back control of his body as he knew he could - well over a decade of cooling the Beast's fires with ice teaching him how to do so with ease - and instead returned his attention to the Force, searching for whatever it might have been that had lead to the Dark calling him out of his exile, leaving his body to prowl forth in search of its next victim.

It was due to this focus, this intense search, that Lykos so keenly noted the arrival of Lights within the Dark, sputtering candles burning with self-righteous fire as they through themselves into the Void. However, it was not truly those new Presences that drew his focus, but, instead, the strings that lead from each Light to one that remained separate from the rest. Even as he watched, those string thickened into ropes which thickened into true bonds and even more strings began to form, however, these new arrivals sought not the Light but the Disciples of the Dark, aiding in rare measure but the majority of the time these new strings dripped with the intent to weaken. A snarl formed upon spiritual lips; Battle Meditation.

As one of the strings sought him out, Lykos howled in anger and through his rage at it, his body's growling growing all the louder as the Beast - which, truthfully, was just an aspect of his given the barest semblance of life through the manipulation of the Dark - responded to his rage. Claws of frozen blood tore at the string, mangling and tearing it into threads even as Lykos tethered it to himself, wrapping his mind around it. Continuing to mutilate the attempt of demoralisation that had been leveled against him, a fraction of his mind raced along the string.

Aboard the shuttle flying through the sky above Castle Bast, [member="Jairdain"] would feel the sensation of what could only be described as claws running along the walls that defended her mind, smoke and ash searching for a weakness to lash at as they softly, and with no reaction, plucked at the bonds that she projected. A voice, gravelly and gruff but inaudible at the same time, would whisper into her mind, warm breath that did not exist rushing against walls that did not exist as Lykos, essentially, 'introduced' himself.

"And what foolish champion of the Light are you? What name seeks to fight a fight they do not understand?"

 

[Jairdain]

Jairdain fully focused on her meditation knew when one of the enemies chose to fight her casting again him. It wasn't one of those that could resist the spell naturally, but could actually fight back.

He followed the connection of her string and she could feel his attempt to break through her mental barriers. Whoever this was, was strong, but not enough that the gentle probing he did would break through to her.

Her mind steeled, the walls guarding her held firm and while it took more concentration to do it, she would divide her attention partially to deal with this single sith. At the same time, continue to provide the support of the battle meditation to her allies.

"Who are you to come knocking at my mind? What understanding do I lack of this fight? Enlighten me."

She sat stoically on the floor of the craft as it circled above the battlefield. Her violet eyes open as she did not need to close them to meditate. She searched the ground below her for her opponent, she would know where he stood to fight her. Following her own thread in her search. It lead her to just inside the entrance of the castle. Unless he came outside, there was nothing she could easily do to disable him physically.

Mentally was a whole other story. She bided her time for the moment, allowing him to probe for any weakness he was searching for. Jairdain had no family for him strike at, no relations he might hunt down and use as bait. The only thing he might find if he got through was her strong connection to the Jedi, the fact she considered them her family now. At this introduction, he would not feel the emotions she had for Yuroic who she felt on the field below her.

Her name was not offered nor did he offer his. Time would tell how well they got to know one another in this mental battle.

[member="Darth Lykos"]

 

[Kenrath]

Vengeance smiled his grip tightening on his saber. Dipping into the swirling winds of the Force whipping around he shot forward. To titans of warfare head for the ultimately clash of raw barely restrained power. So focused of [member="Judas Foster"] the shots barely passing by his knees didn't even register in his mind.

All he cared about was the clash of swords. At the last minute right before Vengeance and Judas crashed into each other like two rhinos fighting for territory Vengeance side stepped and leaped forward into a roll. A roll designed to pass by Judas side. As got to the apex of the roll Vengeance would slash out with his saber towards the man's waist. Tucking it in he would the roll spinning around of one knee and the ball of the other foot to face towards Judas.

That would not be the end of it no. Vengeance never settle for a single attempt. Shooting back up to his feet Vengeance brought his saber up to do a quick x slash at Judas' torso before kicking out in a quick front kick aimed for the man's waist. The kick would attempt would be brought back just ask quickly has it shot out. Squaring off Vengeance brought his saber in front of him his free and moving to join his other hand on the hilt.

[member="The Slave"]

 

[Bjorn Heartholm]

Red. The colour radiated from his sabre in stark contrast to Bjorn's icy blue eyes and cold demeanor. He stalked forward as the battle ensued, Sith moving off to eliminate the false imitations of what Bjorn had now come to identify himself with. His determination, his passion to become more. Become something he should have been. Something he will become.

As his master [member="Krest"] brought down the gates before them and his brethren began to take their own paths against the temple, Bjorn spotted @Andron Malvern waiting on the otherside, preparing to resist the oncoming assault. Young, the boy seemed inexperienced and foolhardy. In Bjorn's brief time with the Ascendancy, he had witnessed but a taste of the power of the Sith. It was not a craving for him, but a necessity. The power allowed so much more, if utilized in the correct manner.

Bjorn began moving again, soft leather boots pushing against the ground as the furs draped across his back swung melodically through the cool night. He paid little attention to the rain as it pattered around him, moving toward his target. A duel to prove his strength, to make him understand how far he had to go, and how little his journey had become. He would not be cocky, nor overindulge in his new powers. He would meet this challenge with his both his brawn and his wit. Bjorn prepared his blade.

 

[Poe]

​I stood among the carnage and ruined bodies of the dead, basking in the horrifying glory affronted me for my cruel intentions. From the twisted and mangled flesh came a small whimper, drawing me to it like a scavenger in search of dying, easy prey. Crouching down and brushing away burnt severed limbs, I discovered the nature of the woeful cries; gently brushing the cheek of a legless youngster who would never become Sith with my blood stained fingers. ​"This will all soon be over, prey," ​I said siphoning the dying one's pain. Pinching her nostrils closed with one hand, I covered her mouth in a vise-like grip and began to laugh as I felt her body buck beneath me until it finally came to a delicious end.

​From behind me I heard footfalls drawing closer, but they were not the Sith I so desperately wanted to murder. I could sense apprehension in them when they discovered me, but they were allies who had come in search of defiling this misbegotten tribute to the Sith. The voice from the leader of this band of brothers was familiar to me. Turning my head up from my crouched position I replied, ​"This temple is a cruel mockery, Bjorg. Together we shall bring this structure to it's knees, and transform it into a monumental tomb where the Jedi can come grieve the loss of their toys."



[member="Bjorg The Traitor"] l [member="Darth Mara"]

 

[Kaden]

LOCATION: Castle Bast Courtyard
OBJECTIVE: Defeat the Ascendancy
ALLIES: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Jairdain"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] | [member="Karl J. Winters"] | [member="Jakkor Kess"]
ENEMIES: [member="Krest"] and TSA in the Vicinity

As his lightsaber hummed in the breeze, Kaden's amber gaze flicked to a seemingly old man who'd addressed him and Yuroic. He sensed there was more than met the eye with their new adversary, though that remained to be seen. His friendly smile was met with narrowed eyes.

Before Kaden could explain to Krest exactly why he was wrong, his fellow padawan began a small tirade in their defense. At least, it started out in their defense.

"Untested! Overconfident!" He exclaimed. "I've fought countless battles on numerous worlds in this millennia and the one four thousand years before!" The pureblood's narrowed gaze was now fixated on Yuroic. "Did you even read the reports from Kaas? What I endured there? And you have the gall to even suggest I'm untested!" Tendrils on his chin ruffled sporadically; such was the Sith's annoyance.

"By all means, test me now!"

It was a challenge, and now the entirety of Kaden had turned to face Yuroic.

Meanwhile, the effects of Jairdain's battle meditation were washing over the pureblood, filling him with vigor and heightened senses.

 

[Darth Ferus]

The elder man couldn't help but laugh as [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] spoke. But before he could answer the young padawan [member="Kaden"] turned on him. Anger, pride. He could hear both within the young ones words. What's more, how willing he was to turn on an ally right before a foe. A pureblood indeed. But a fight, even if Kaden was to strike Yuroic, wasn't something Krest wanted to occur just yet.

"Now now, you're not enemies. Why are you going for each other's throats? This is the sort of mentality I meant when I said fake Jedi. It's not that you're new, untested, or padawans, but look. You're here on the offensive, attacking first. That's not Jedi. Jedi are mediators. Peacekeepers. That lightsaber you brandish so callously as a sword should be a shield. If you're going to claim to be Jedi, at least try to follow their ideals."

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

A rolling chuckle would greet the Jedi, a hissing and unreal thing made possible solely through the fact that the communication was none vocal and being conducted through the Force. Slowly, almost excruciatingly so, the tendrils of Dark continued to stalk around the walls of Light, experimental and cautious in their continued probing search for a weakness. Lashing and coiling around the stands of Battle Meditation, plucking and testing the strength of the bonds as Lykos' spectral form paced around the spectral form of the Jedi, pads of fingers brushing up against spiritual cheeks and warm breath that did not exist hissing into her ears, transmitting the feeling back to her physical body. The dance of a battle not of physical strength or dexterity, not of roaring manipulations of the Force but controlled lunges born from the strength of the mind was entering its beginning steps.

"You of the Light... you claim to serve your false sense of justice, no? To stand 'strong' against those you see as enemies, yet now you fold upon that philosophy? The Light and Dark can never mix, for yours is stagnant, decrepit and decaying, a Lie told to ease the passing of the foolish." Once more, Lykos' whispered would encroach upon the mind of the Jedi, and, from where she sat in meditation, the sensation of heavy hands clamping down upon her shoulders would be felt. "The so called Sith you seek to aid? They are weak, feeble, so it is easy to see why you choose to associate with them. Like attracts like, does it not?"

The ocean of Darkness that had been encircling the bulwarks of the Jedi's mental defenses would seemingly pulse for a moment, withdrawing and retreating, the investigatory tendrils withering in place and falling away into nothingness. For a brief period of time, the assault, gentle as it had been, would seemingly end. However, before she would be able to re-orientate herself, the ocean of Dark would return but this time not as a gentle sea. This time, the cold Dark would loom before her, an imposing wave of frozen fury and directed rage that seemed to bulge and ripple with hatred, conjuring fear and the visions of torn apart bodies and freshly spilled blood should the Jedi gaze to deep into its depths, before the wave crested and it battered against the mental shielding, pounding against the walls, seeking to shatter any weakness they may find and let the cold waters surge into the soul of the Jedi.

"Like to like, weak to weak, Fake Sith to Fake Jedi. For as much as you may crow about you 'Saving Light', preach of how kind it is, it is Fake, as Fake as yourself. Peace leads to decay, to rot and stagnation, but Peace is Peace, and where is Peace in instigation violence?" A growling, fluctuating laugh would join the still crashing wave in its assault, the cold waters ebbing back only to surge forwards in a constant bombardment while, simultaneously, tendrils would coil and lash out as if they were snakes, cold water giving way to jagged ice as the tendrils through themselves upon the bonds that stretched out from the beacon that was the Jedi, their writhing bodies seeking to tear the empowerment apart. "You ask for enlightenment of this fight? This is evolution. This is momentum and growth of power. This is what will happen to those that falter, those that turn upon the name Sith. This is the eradication of the unworthy. This is the purging of the WEAK!"

It had not been hard for Lykos to choose what words to use, after all, he fully believed in what he was saying and then there was the fact that there was one common truth to all Jedi, no matter their personal situations or code, no matter if they spoke out against attachment and left themselves bereft of it, so long as they swore themselves to the Feeble Light, to the Decaying False Prophet that it served as, their Pride in their title, their Pride in their fading Light, would always be a source for weakness, would always be a chink in their defenses.

While Lykos had been mentally combating his chosen Jedi opponent, the Beast had been prowling his body through the hallways of the temple, claws dragging across stone as it began to make its way deeper into the depth of the structure, tired as it was of the sparse hunting and weak prey near the entrance.


[member="Jairdain"]

 

[WelshGuy]

Yuroic heard Kaden argue that he was tested and fought in more battles than Yuroic ever had. Even challenging him to a duel, which considering the last time, would not go especially all that well. He then turned to the Sith, raising an eyebrow as the Sith said they were going into battle without trying diplomacy and were breaking the very tenets of the Jedi Order. As he had recently been scrawling over Jedi history and beliefs, he wasn't hundred percent they were in the right, this was a battle that could have been fought without them.

Hold on TB, nothing that happened four thousand years ago counts! I knew you were going to bring that up, serious poor me with the fact I'm one of the few people of my species left... Please, like no one else has had hardships. And a duel is so unfair and you know it, you have had much longer training than I have. Anyway, been working on my skills and think I would whoop your butt this time round...

He then looked over to the Sith, See that might have been a good argument if you weren't totally attacking the planet. We're trying to help the people here by stopping you, you know like Jedi have been stopping Sith since the beginning. However, if you were to leave now then we would let you go. Somehow, I doubt you will just leave though, be something about power, strength, anger or they need to fear the dark side. Always with the fear us. Why can't we just be happy? Why must we fear you? Peace, peace would be great, we could all go meditate, sure there is a nice spot around here.

Yuroic looked around briefly for where they could meditate, then hoping to catch Kaden's eye, he waited for a signal to strike.

[member="Krest"] | [member="Kaden"]

 

[Jairdain]

As the spectral form of Lykos found hers, he would circle around her, searching for a weakness. He would test the strength of her bonds with those she was meditating over. His mental hands almost gently caressing her spiritual cheeks, his hissing, warm breath seemingly to penetrate her ears. These touches, resonated deep enough that she could feel them effect her physical body.

Now knowing, she could no longer perform the Battle Meditation and fight this man mentally, she withdrew the support she was giving and ceased her meditation. Friend and foe, would feel themselves return to normal and the fight below continue in a natural course of action.

Her full attention now on Lyksos, he would know and feel it. Jairdain stood in the light and like a beacon, was something that could not be hidden or dampened out. For the moment though, he surrounded her, but her light remained steadfast and withstood his contact.

His words an attempt to weaken her stance were true from his perspective. She had her own though.

"Of course light and dark can not mix, but there is balance brought by both. You can not have light without dark."

She who lived in a world​ of darkness stood firm against his ferocious attack on her on. Eventually though, the waters of time would slowly decay and destroy a wall built to hold them back. The feeling of the tide moving out was felt, but she knew the attack would continue. Her little protective barrier was strong, a ball that the incoming tide would either break or flow around.

When the attack came, it was fierce, but for now, her barrier withheld him. The chill started in on her first and while this was all mental, her body was shivering in the shuttle. Jairdain would sense the essence of the visions buried in his wave of attack. She had seen death first hand and accepted it as a part of life. While the wave washed over and tried to find a way in, she rolled with it. It carried her mentally away from her companions and closer to the sith. Drawing her in, bringing their souls closer together.

"The duty of the Jedi is to protect the weak and at the moment, you overpower these Sith of the Dominion. In your eyes, they are weak and not true Sith. Even if that is true, I am a real Jedi and stand firm in my belief. To defend the weak against those that are stronger and would cause them harm."

As she spoke, he would feel building with her a power that when she released it at him was like a spear of light. It would search him out and wash over his own mental barrier. The warmth and love of her light would seek to find within him a piece of light to latch onto.

"What gives you the right to advance evolution? You are nothing in the long life of the galaxy. Same as me."

To her, this was a statement of her own beliefs and it gave power to her words. If he saw her in her little ball, he would see her surrounded by her belief in the light and her words. An aura would be around her, filling the sphere, making it almost impossible to see her figure in the middle.

[member="Darth Lykos"]

 

[Jakkor Kess]

Location: Inside Castle Baste
Objective: Defend Sith against Sith
Allies: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Jairdain"] [member="Kaden"] [member="Arisa Yune"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Lykos"] [member="Krest"] [member="Satia the Cruel"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Bjorn Heartholm"]

Jakkor wandered the halls slowly and cautiously, he thought that he would take the time to explore then fight. There was so much knowledge here whether it was taken or not, he couldn't say. He was here and he felt the immense conflict between the dark and light. He wanted to explore to get a feeling of the past, and if a Sith were to come and challenge him, he would have no choice but to fight them. He walked carefully a lightsaber hilt in each hand. He looked around at every corner never knowing where anyone was, the dark side was clouding his senses due to how strong the nexus was. He remained vigilant though. He would not back down so easily as a Veteran of the Clone Wars, and Jedi Knight of the Old Republic. He had survived death a thousand times, and so dared a Sith to challenge him.

He walked along the dark halls, separated from the rest of the Jedi he went off on his own, studying each room with a certain finesse. He made sure to be mindful of his surroundings as he sensed conflict, but couldn't tell where who or anybody else was. It was starting to make him paranoid. He then entered Vader's Meditation chamber with a slight uneasiness. He admired the room, and it's craftsmanship, but also remembered his encounter with Vader so long ago, and how he almost died. Nevermind that he nearly fell to the dark side, and so in order to calm himself, and not sensing anyone nearby, in order to calm his thoughts. He meditated on the Force as he breathed a sigh in patience.

 

[Kaden]

LOCATION: Castle Bast Courtyard
OBJECTIVE: Defeat the Ascendancy
ALLIES: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Jairdain"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] | [member="Karl J. Winters"] | [member="Jakkor Kess"]
ENEMIES: [member="Krest"] and TSA in the Vicinity

When Yuroic had finished and turned to 'locate' a spot to meditate in, he most certainly caught Kaden's eye. And Kaden's smirk.

It was as good a signal as any.

Imbued with Jairdain's battle meditation, the pureblood broke into a sprint - aided by the force - and charged towards the old man. His crimson face was a blur; his lightsaber a lance. The Sith was upon Krest in an instant, one end of his double bladed saber pointed directly at Krest's chest.

He'd been deceived before, on Kaas, and would not let himself be deceived again. This was war; non-combatants weren't stupid enough to show face -- those who did deserved to die for their stupidity. He may be a Jedi now, but his blood was Sith. He held no qualms in attacking first.

Kaden would draw no quarter; he held no hesitation. He would run the old man through and impale him on the end of his blade.

 

[Darth Arkanus]

Location: Castle Bast Courtyard
Objective: Fight
Allies: [member="Kaden"] | [member="Jakkor Kess"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"]
Enemies: [member="Krest"] | Other TSA

Having Landed with the Jedi in the gunships he was stuck helping a wounded Jedi near the landing zone, he sat there with him as the sounds of battle rank around him, he healed the Jedi until he could stand and he got up, his lightsaber pericing as it egnited and he got up and ran towards the fight.

Making his way he can make out Kaden and Yuroic fighting a Sith, he slowly came up behind them and saw Kaden jump into the flurry of battle, a slice there, and strike there attacking the man, he was trying to kill the older man through and through, the passion in his strikes was noticeable and Karl gave a slow sigh as he felt the wave of Battle Meditation wash over him, he saw where Kaden's fighting was coming from now, and he stood there and watched the padawan attempt to defeat the Sith, standing back but there in case the sith overtook his companion.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik had recently been hired by a band of Sith calling themselves the The Sith Ascendency. He didn't mind working for the Sith. Hell, he had worked for Sith before. He had even worked for Jedi before, though they often disapproved of his methods. But, no the reason he had come to Vjun was personal. He had come here to settle a score.

The Sith had abandoned the Dominion and what remained was a shell of what they had once been. The Dominion had sought to prosecute Causstik when his slave rings had been discovered and with the Dominion Sith that had once promised him immunity for such things dead, all that were left were too weak or simply refused to protect him. But, now. Now he was back and he would make them pay.

Causstik had come in his own ship. An old freighter of unremarkable design. As it banked through the acidic rain and canyons that made up Vjun he set the ship to autopilot then turned back to address his crew. He walked through the cramped confines of the ship and caressed the lightsaber hilts that lined his waste. He longed to kill more force users and his voidstone armor would allow him to do just that.

He believed force users to be the most dangerous prey. That they brought him the most jagganath points and so it was in this regard that they held a special place in his heart. One where they were hunted like animals, their skin peeled from their backs, their skulls made into chalices and their precious sabers the ultimate trophy. Causstik grinned malevolently at his crew as he stared at them.

“Well, what are you waiting for! Get to the pods! Prepare for drop!” he roared and the two dozen trandoshan warriors raced to do his bidding.