Salvahkiin
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Post by Salvahkiin on Aug 1, 2015 21:43:34 GMT -5
(Hey what's that? A skip? Mako's just gonna sit at the entrance for a bit  ) |
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Post by Zenios on Aug 2, 2015 1:00:55 GMT -5
Time seemed to slow down as a third explosion, somewhat dissimilar from the other two, boomed through the jungle. Kairon wasn't sure what had made that particular sound, but neither did it matter much. He backed off from the wall, crouched as soon as Malrius' feet had left the ground, feeling the familiar sensation of threads of Force energy infusing him as he called upon their energy, and leapt. He wasn't sure why he'd been at all worried; maybe he'd just grossly overestimated the height of the wall, maybe it was just a conservative estimation for fear of embarrassing himself.
It didn't much matter. His worries, his fatigue, fell away as he catapulted himself up into what was quickly becoming a battlefield. His adrenaline and excitement seemed to synergize with the stim-shot. He hadn't felt this good in days, despite the awful climate and his heavy armor and his reservations about Crii's having altered the plan immediately prior to executing it. He was here to wreak death and chaos, to bring glory to the Sith Empire resurgent.
He landed in a crouch - it wasn't as fancy as Malrius' or Tayla's own landings, but it was probably a much better way to avoid being shot if some trooper were carefully scanning the horizon and not being cut down by the other party of Sith. Neither Malrius nor Tayla were gunned down, however, so Kairon stood fully and presented his silhouette to the compound below. He was ready for this. But then Malrius' voice caught his ear, so he turned to look at the person his Lord addressed near one of the buildings below. She definitely wasn't wearing anything resembling a Republic trooper's uniform, which could only mean one thing - something the Sith Lord's words confirmed nary a moment later.
A test? he nearly found himself blurting out indignantly. This was hardly the time for a test, not when their mission was more or less vital to the Sith Empire's growth and eventual revenge. It would have made more sense for the three of them to rush the Jedi, to overwhelm her quickly. Padawan or no, he didn't doubt that she was at least a passable lightsaber duelist to be left apparently on her own, on a planet like this. The opportunity for Tayla to stab him in the back aside, this just didn't make a ton of sense.
Not that his training as a Sith had always been orthodox or sensical, of course, and not that he wouldn't relish this anyway. If anything, dueling (and, hopefully, doing away with) this Padawan was as momentous, as prestigious, as taking part in this assault at all. "As you wish, Lord," Kairon more or less grated, stepping past his two comrades. He dropped smoothly off the rampart and bounced back up into a fairly upright stance, taking the most direct path to the Jedi Padawan. No sense in taking forever to approach her - she might have tried something stupid by then.
She did, however, probably deserve at least a bit of a barb in response to her question, even if chances were good it was just an attempt to stall. "A Jedi, of all people," Kairon announced, "should realize that ideas are quite hard to eliminate." He paused briefly, igniting his saber and rolling his wrist as he moved in. His was a measured, relaxed stride as he closed the distance, a good match for the slower pace he hoped to set. He intended much more to try and get a feel for her dueling style, to figure out something of her strengths and weaknesses, rather than simply lunging in for a quick end like Mako might have. The latter was a good way to get himself impaled on an unexpected riposte, the kind of death he was hardly interested in earning.
Test or not, he wasn't going to be stupid about it. "People, on the other hand... They're usually a little easier to deal with."
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Post by aardvarklord on Aug 2, 2015 3:16:12 GMT -5
Sirona slowed down as she began seeing the blaster bolts flying in the distance... though having to catch her breath after sprinting an obscene distance and the continued throbbing in her head wasn't helping. Gasping for breath as she took cover behind a tree off to the "right" (as relative to the invaders) of the compound, she took out her binoculars to try and watch the scene. Obviously the centerpiece was the frontal assault by what appeared to be normal troopers in a uniform she didn't recognize, probably the Sith if her migrane-inducing hunch was correct. BY THE FORCE THIS WAS IRRITATING! Shaking off another wave of pain, not so much from the dark presence but from a blast, she looked over to see the aftermath of what seemed to be some manner of landmine. There was practically nothing left of the man who had triggered it. Then, out of her peripheral vision she noticed some figures leaping over the wall... and when she focused in on the area (as well as she could with her headache), she definitely felt a cold chill run down her spine and felt the soft tingling that she usually felt when she focused on her holocron. And of course she saw the lightsabers... red as her own eyes. Sith. Or... individuals who followed teachings similar to those. She supposed it was technically possible that they were Sith the same way that she could be called a Jedi, but what little she knew of that history told her that this was a distinctly Sith-like thing to do. Then she continued to reach out with the Force, reaching past the Sith into the compound. It was straining and she tried rather hard to keep her concentration past the infuriating pain in her skull, and of course trying to keep hidden in the forest... and initially it was nothing exceptional... but then she felt something. It wasn't like anything else she'd experienced. Not the cold, oppressive shadow which reigned over the temple and seeped from these darker Force users. It wasn't the hollow, residual energies left by that holocron and that cave where she found it. It was strong, it was elegant, it was alive... and it was frightened. A Jedi? Jedi weren't supposed to be afraid... but then again, only the fool was immune to fear. Sirona's 'master' often said that fear was an illusion, but it was a reflex which seemed to be protective above all. Perhaps this was a fledgling? She tried to focus in to try and get a better feel, but she was soon interrupted by another wave of pain, this one far more intense than usual. Collapsing against the tree she was near to catch her breath, she finally began feeling her irritation from the last several weeks finally coming to a head. She had been tormented for months by this! It drove her out from home, away from the work she loved, and was putting stress on her, her crew. It was driving them all insane and she hadn't slept in 30 hours! It just needed to... SHUT UP!! WHY IN THE HELL WAS THIS EXPRESSION CONSTANTLY POUNDING AWAY AT HER?! WHY COULDN'T IT JUST BE QUIET FOR FIVE MINUTES?! FIVE FUCKING MINUTES!!!! SHE WAS SO SICK AND TIRED OF THE SAME FUCKING RINGING IN HER EARS EVERY FUCKING DAY ON THIS FUCKING PLANET IN THAT FUCKING TEMPLE WITH ITS FUCKING DARKSIDE AURA AND--oh crap the temple had done something. She should have listened when the others said that she should get away from that horrid place. She should have paid attention. No! IN THE PRESENT! GET YOUR HEAD IN GEAR! Smacking herself on the cheek, she looked back around her tree at the fighting, trying to think past her throbbing temple and the sudden fit of madness that was threatening to overcome her. Okay... so... she wasn't going to be able to see anything from here, or at least not concentrate enough to make sense of it, and the mines kept her from approaching. They couldn't leave... they couldn't get good readings... and there was a jedi about to get swarmed by Sith. What to do... she couldn't leave from this empty-handed. The obvious answer came into her mind, but she was constantly looking for ways around it, something that would be less idiotic. This is a bad idea... Shaking her head, she focused and tried to get her Force Cloak up... then brought out her rifle as she knelt down in preparation to fire. Horrible idea! She looked down the scope, searching for a target. Worst idea I've ever had! She found a trooper, who was hiding behind a rock for cover with another of his compatriots. In the history of bad ideas I could have come up with, this should go into the DISCARD IMMEDIATELY pile. Letting out her shooting breath as she tried to think of something better or smarter to do (and was promptly met by another lash for her troubles), she finally brought herself to act. I need to do something to clean my head of this torment.A single blue bolt lashed out with a sharp CRACK and struck the man square in the neck, dropping him immediately. She reappeared momentarily as she fired, losing her concentration in that brief moment as she felt a life snuffed out. Before the troopers could react she brought her cloak up and was moving again. No bolts entered her area... in fact she wasn't entirely certain if anyone noticed the stray bolt cross the field, though she wouldn't be surprised if they did. Regardless, she prepared to mimic the action, remaining cloaked until she had another in her sights, and dropped him much the same. By that point she was pretty certain someone had realized there was a sniper afoot, though so far she had remained unseen. She kept cautious, taking her time as she tried to slip around the area, choosing a place that would provide good concealment even though she was invisible, repeating the process as deliberately as she could manage. She was hoping that her cloak was also including her Force signature, that the actual Sith inside wouldn't feel her, that she could continue to do this with impunity. Of course, anyone paying attention would know better. |
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Aug 3, 2015 0:33:27 GMT -5
Not long after the soldier at the front gate was shredded by the unrelenting Mako, another soldier was decimated by the mines that were planted at the front entrance, though Crii was caught off guard just moments later when soldiers began popping up on the walls of the facility raining down discharges upon the soldiers below, though the battle hardened men of the Sith bounced back, and began returning fire, at the troopers above them.
To Crii's disbelief he noticed Mako cowering behind cover near the entrance of the gate doing nothing while the fire fight ensued above him, it became clear to Crii that Mako was more up to disfiguring an incapacitated warrior on the ground, than picking up his lightsaber to able-bodied soldiers. It was a shame, but it looked like Crii would have to work around the apprentices apathy.
Crii quickly sprinted to the side of one of the officers commanding his troops, and warned him "Officer, I suggest you keep half of your troops attention on those above us, and the rest should keep entrenched troops within the facility under suppressed fire." Such a task would be easy considering no one would be leaving the fort after what happened to the first soldier who tried to leave. "Then when the men atop the fort are taken care of have your men fire at the mines in front of the building, and when all of the ordnance has been taken care of prepare to breech the facility by any means necessary." Crii then separated himself from the gun fire as quickly as he came to it.
He stepped back just beind the brush to center himself, and focus on his environment. He noted that a force signature he hadn't detected early entered the fray, not far from his position, he couldn't quite pinpoint it, but he knew it was somewhere near the facility. Though just as this disturbance entered his mind, another far fainter ripple came to him not much further than the other though in a different direction. He may not have even noticed it if it wasn't for the random shot in emotion he felt from the disturbance, he could feel a loud burst coming in that direction, and as it receded he held on to the signature. Crii assumed whoever it was must have had a random spark of aggression, but towards whom? He pondered.
Though his question was answered as quickly as it was brought up. A bolt of energy was fire from the same area he approximated the fainter force signature to come from, though by now the force had all but dissipated out of his mind, he quickly traced the line of fire to a hill top not far from the facility, as was the downside of such brightly colored fire arms. Crii darted through the foliage tiny footsteps in the force guiding him, for just a brief moment after he shot rang out he detected the signature before it was lost once more. He lept to the other side of the hill, and hid just below the summit of the hill. Crii noticed foliage covering the top, though he couldn't pinpoint the location of the shooter.
Shortly after scanning the hill, another crack ripped through the dense foliage of the moon, and there Crii saw the assassin from atop the mound, it was clear the assailant had from her original position, and she was quickly approaching the outcropping that was the facility, he approached the shooter within a few meters... released the mechanism in his lightsaber to reveal the extended shaft of his saber... The Arconan's face stiffened, and the subtle, though clear noise of his saber summoned the arrival of the blades on either side of the pole.
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Post by Artemis on Aug 15, 2015 7:52:03 GMT -5
No sooner had Falria asked her question then the leader made it abundtantly clear to her who was in charge. It was a bit irksome that her question had been ignored, but she'd learned that more answers could be taken from what wasn't said then what was. Falria was already nervous, but that wasn't going to break her concentration right now. Instead, she crossed her arms, raised an eyebrow, and tapped a foot at the Sith Lord's request. It'd be a cold day on Tatooine before she knelt before a Sith. As she mocked him, there wasn't much of a pause, but it was what Falria needed.
The Sith Lord looked the part at least, head devoid of hair, teeth apparently sharpened into points. All in all, it seemed a bit excessive to her, surely that would make things difficult to eat. Still, from the history she'd studied, Sith Lord's got that way by killing there way to the position. Though as she recalled, there was only one master and one apprentice, and judging by the two Sith with this Lord, that factoid had been a tad inaccurate. The red armourweave breastplate seemed a bit unnecessary as well, unless perhaps this Lord wasn't exceptionally skilled with his lightsaber? The Armourweave would be useless against another lightsaber, but if he wasn't fast enough to block incoming laser fire, it might explain a few things.
The Chiss seemed to be clinging to her master's robe from her body language, and the Plastoid armour didn't serve much of a purpose here either. The hair from under her hood was a beautiful midnight blue, but Falria pushed that thought from her head and got back to focusing on more important matters. Judging from the way the Chiss seemed to hide behind the Sith Lord, Falria doubted she'd have to fight that one while trying to fend off the other two.
And the other one, she hoped to at least be able to outmaneuver while sparring with the Sith Lord. Still, even in that cumbersome looking armour, though he had managed to get over the wall without any aid from what she could tell. Hopefully that had tired him. The mask was a bit silly to her as well. Surely it restricted his vision while he was trying to fight? No matter. From what she could see, each of them only had a single lightsaber, and if her assumptions were correct she could let them push her all the down the road without putting herself in too much danger.
"I was told the resident Jedi would not be here. Also that he was distinctly male. That must mean you are..." Falria frowned as the Sith Lord completed his thought, irked that even this stranger could come to such an opinion. "You must be his padawan. Oh this is glorious." She refrained from a retort. There was no point in telling the Sith Lord how or why she was a Padawan. In fact, it seemed to work in her advantage, and perhaps she could use it to stall for more time.
"Kairon, consider this Padawan a test of your abilities. Deal with her." The Sith growled at the male apprentice, which Falria found apt for a man who'd filed down his teeth. It was likely the Sith was more beast than man, even if he could use a bit of deductive reasoning. "Quickly."
Falria almost sighed in relief as the Chiss relaxed her stance and the Lord's lightsaber flickered away. It would be much easier to stall for time in a one on one fight. This was going better then she'd hoped, and the Sith's cockiness at knowing the compound was already lost was going to work to Falria's advantage. She managed to keep her composure, as this 'Kairon' kissed the Sith Lord's ass. No surprises there either she thought, still holding back a grin.
A Jedi, of all people," Kairon announced, "should realize that ideas are quite hard to eliminate."
She couldn't help but smirk slightly at his comment. At least this one seemed to have a bit more sass in him, even if the Sith might think it playing with his food. Still, Falria could use that, and she watched him carefully.
"People, on the other hand... They're usually a little easier to deal with."
Falria nodded, taking her opportunity to try and feign her opponent into a false sense of security. He wasn't approaching her quickly, so she fumbled with the lightsaber on her right hip, leaving the left one untouched and taking a bit extra effort to take it off, even looking down to unfasten it rather then just using the force to put it in her hand as usual. Her blade hummed to life, shining yellow, and she took the simplest stance, placing both hands on the hilt and adjusting them slightly as though she didn't know what she was doing. In truth, she still found single bladed combat difficult, but it would be enough to test her opponent until she'd gathered something more.
“Kairon, wasn't it?” she asked, retreating slightly towards the center of the dirt path, hoping to stall for as long as possible. “It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Falria. Your master's a bit of a dick,” Falria taunted, unable to resist giving him a smirk as she readied herself to parry his first attacks.
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Post by ThreeDawg on Aug 18, 2015 7:24:16 GMT -5
Malrius grinned, a sick and horrible thing to witness in all reality, when his apprentice moved to engage the Jedi. Although, he used that word lightly. As a Padawan, she was barely Jedi - as his own Apprentices could not be truly considered Sith. This was Kairon's chance to change that to his favour. "You should be more afraid, little Jedi." He spat out the final word, as if it sat bitter on his tongue. "Kairon is one of my most adept fighters, should he will you dead I doubt you powerful enough to deny him that sweet satisfaction." He kept his grin up, but his hand remained fixed on the saber hilt in his hand. He noticed the girl's fumble, but he saw the glint of metal on her hip that could only be a second lightsaber. Malrius was not stupid, he knew that to comfortably use two lightsabers required a lot more dexterity and focus than this girl was feigning to have. He just hoped Kairon picked up on that, too. Lest Malrius need to engage in this fight himself.
He turned his head momentarily to his other apprentice, and whispered, "Finish the mission, my apprentice. I trust you know what must be done to disable this outpost." The Chiss looked up to him, her hood slipping down a little to reveal more of her unmarred face. She nodded once, and silently she slipped away. Kairon was providing her a good distraction against the one thing that could attempt to slow them down, but Malrius was ready to leap into action should the Jedi threaten his second apprentice.
Nek, on the other hand, was being a lot smarter than his companion. He had raced away from the compound doors as soon as he had dropped his final mine. By the time the Republic Troopers had begun firing upon him, he has already used the force to push his body clear across the clearing. He made it back to the Sith Troopers as Crii instructed their officer of how to continue, before himself slipping away to deal with something else. He stood tall before the Troopers, who fanned out behind him to begin picking off the Republic on the walls.
He breathed deep, panting from the exertion of the run, but he looked proud in his accomplishments. "You have your orders then, Troopers! Make the Sith proud!" He raised a fist, and let out a shout of fury. It took up across the Sith Troopers. There was no point in being silent anymore, now that their trap had been sprung it was time to intimidate and massacre. He dropped his fist and moved across the field to the corpse of a Sith Trooper who had fallen. His armour was scorched, melted away completely in some places, exposing burnt and mangled flesh beneath. "You die for the Sith." He mumbled to the corpse, and patted it heavily on the shoulder. As he rose, he held the laser rifle that had fallen besides the corpse. Of all the Apprentices under Malrius, Nekar thought himself the superior marksmen. He thought himself the superior in many ways, but he was most confident about his marksmanship. Nekar knew that not always could a lightsaber be used to deal with problems, sometimes it required the aid of Troopers - sometimes it required you to become a Trooper yourself. After all, it had been Clones armed with rifles that had almost annihilated the Jedi Order.
He settled into a suitable firing position by the rock the Trooper had fallen behind. He held his breath, and fired upon the troopers. The first two shots scarred the wall they hid behind, the third killed. He grinned.
The Chiss Tayla took the distraction Kairon provided to slip away from the Jedi. She ran back to the wall they had jumped over, instead of attempting to run around the Jedi she would run around the building instead. It took her awhile, but she eventually found herself a spot to rest behind a bush. From here, she could see the Republic Troopers fighting atop the wall - and be seen in turn, if she left her cover. That was, if the Republic bothered to turn their back on the fight at hand. She made to move, but as she did a Trooper fell backwards off the wall. Dead before he dropped. Other Troopers turned to look, and Tayla found herself pressing up against the wall of the communications relay.
Time seemed to stretch on as she waited to be caught, but the Republic eventually gave up on their fellow soldier for dead and turned back to fight. Her time had come. She ran, using the force to speed up her sprint yet keep her quiet. It was a sharp turn, and she almost stumbled into the dirt, but she managed to make it. She slipped inside the communication relay.
It was quiet. The corridor was made of metal, and she touched the cold facade. It would dampen any explosion she could set off, most likely not crippling the relay. She'd need to head further in, find a weak spot. A generator or computer bank. But as she slipped further into the building, she heard voices - panicked, hurried words. They seemed to be coming from two people, and as she neared an open doorway they became louder. They were trying to send off a message.
Tayla ignited her lightsaber.
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Post by Salvahkiin on Aug 18, 2015 19:06:42 GMT -5
Nekar had darted off quickly, returning to Crii and awaiting further orders. Mako couldn't wait at the entrance forever, it would be wiser to refer to Crii's judgement, it was not exactly Mako's place to be making assumptions of orders. So with the grace and speed of a hare, Mako sprinted across the battlefield, back to Nekar, who was now commanding in Crii's absence, and also firing from behind a rock.
"What are Crii's orders?" Mako worded it very particularly. He did not wish for Nekar to think he had more power than he actually did, and saying that they were Nekar's orders would do just that.
Mako spotted a downed Sith trooper, whether he was dead, or just unconscious, Mako could not discern. But, in that state, he wouldn't be using that rifle. Mako pulled it towards him using the force. Now, he wasn't a terrible shot, but he wasn't a great shot, and at this distance he's miss more often than he'd hit, but suppression worked wonders when it came to the fear factor. He popped up out of cover, and fired a few shots at a Republic trooper. None hit, of course, so he got back behind the rock.
"Itching to get inside the walls, would be easier than these brutish weapons."
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Post by Zenios on Aug 26, 2015 9:26:50 GMT -5
Kairon's eyes were on the Jedi like a hawk-bat's on granite slugs, trying to get a feel for her movements and pick up on what she was comfortable with, what she wasn't. The clumsiness she showed in simply drawing and preparing her weapon hardly escaped him, but neither did the subtle glint of metal at her other hip - a second lightsaber? She shifted quickly enough that he couldn't get a proper fix on it, not that he could afford to when she was confronting him with an already ignited weapon. He filed that little tidbit away, keeping it in the back of his mind for when he was suddenly horrifically outmatched.
He couldn't resist grinning behind the mask, cocking his head just a bit at a sudden open statement like that. It was a shame he'd been ordered to eliminate her; he would have gotten a genuine kick out of turning her, traveling with an apprentice with more willingness to run her mouth than any of the others. It got boring, sometimes, watching hulking beasts like Mako or Nek shrug off whatever barbs he could offer or just refusing to play along and suggesting they'd try and kill him - not that they could.
Falria could have completely revolutionized a dynamic among Malrius' apprentices that had gotten old a long time ago, if the few things she'd said were any indication. Tayla was the only one he could actively count on to get smart with him occasionally - Nek, Mako, and Neeyab were all cowed by their Lord too much to dare to breathe without his say-so, let alone speak unbidden, and it would have been nice for someone to come along and breathe some life into that. Or she could have been Kairon's own apprentice, for that matter, if she went dark at all. That would have made things interesting - but he wouldn't have been able to trust her any more than he could have trusted the idiots he was supposed to be equal to.
The Echani shook his head ever so briefly, returning his thoughts to the present. This was no time to fantasize about what could have been if the other apprentices weren't so dull. This was time to make his name as the first Sith to have killed a Jedi during their resurgence, not to lose his cool or get distracted when the first Jedi he'd ever encountered ran her mouth more than he would have expected.
"The pleasure's all mine. You don't know the half of how right you are," Kairon replied in the affirmative, allowing himself a bit of a sardonic chuckle. There probably would have been hell to pay if Malrius had overheard him agree with his sworn enemy, but he didn't particularly care. Malrius couldn't do anything to Kairon that he legitimately feared, short of killing him - and he wouldn't do that. Kairon was much too valuable as an apprentice, the only one who really showed any initiative. In his admittedly biased eyes, of course.
With that, he settled into a classical Makashi dueling stance - shoulders angled just so as to present a smaller target, feet shoulder width apart, lightsaber down and the slightest bit away. Whether Falria's apparent ineptitude was an act or not, it wouldn't have done to either commit to Soresu or jump right into a fight without establishing his fundamentals. He needed to set the pace, and Makashi--the fact that it was the only form he'd learned to provide him some dueling capability aside--was an effective tool for that.
"But, it seems I could say the same of your Master," he continued, bringing his weapon up and down in an abbreviated salute. "Mine, at least, doesn't abandon me in the nearest Republic outpost while he goes about his business." Malrius had said it himself - the Jedi Knight they had expected wasn't here, assuming their intel wasn't off. Not that Kairon could afford to wonder too much as to why Falria had been dumped here; he attacked just a scant second after delivering that salute.
He stepped into a quick fencing move: a high feint, bringing his lightsaber up as if to drive it through a clavicle, followed up with a quick jab low. It wasn't the kind of move that any self-respecting duelist ought to have had trouble with, but it was a good way to see how she would react, to try and gauge her dueling tendencies when presented with a hint of misdirection.
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Post by aardvarklord on Aug 30, 2015 14:45:00 GMT -5
Sirona was fully aware of the cloaked individual who noticed her fire, but she took this as an opportunity to practice her stealth ability, thinking and hoping that her training would be enough to keep her from being properly detected. After all, it was one of the few things that her holocron remembered vividly, so she figured that it would only be natural that it would work. Still, she knew she had to do two things: 1) cool her emotions, and 2) be more careful about her weapon timing. Her intent after she realized that he had gotten up to the hill relatively close to her was to just go quiet and let him pass on by, slipping her rifle back over her shoulder for the time being and pulling her charric in case of the worst. While she wasn't aware of the fact that she was still glowing like a beacon through the Force, she knew that she was still very invisible in the common visual spectrum, barely more than a soft ripple in the air. Her thought was that she would be able to go on her way once he passed on by.
She was very wrong. As she crouched, waiting for him to pass, the Sith stopped right in front of her still-transparent form and stared right at her. Even before the alien ignited his blade, she knew that she'd been caught. He was nice and theatrical about the whole mess, pausing to pull out his saber and let her see it, thinking she'd be afraid of him. Granted, she was more than a little startled by the fact that her ability had so utterly failed her, and she certainly wasn't eager to fight a Sith at close range. But she also knew that, assuming this guy wasn't the master, there was a good chance she'd be able to slip away. Hopefully. Still, for some reason she found herself verbally admitting her mistake, perhaps just her needing to admit it to herself, "Guess I need to practice that more." Granted, as she said that, she was still invisible, but that was something very short for this world.
Rather abruptly she gave him a solid Force push and fired her charric at his shin. She instantly became visible, but didn't wait around to see what would happen and instead hit the Force speed and sprinted into the forest, hoping he'd focus on his job here rather than chase her down. Her intent was to get far enough away from him and then disappear again to reconsider her plan, considering the fact that she was now aware of her visibility in the Force. Either way, she needed to get away from him first; she could curse her own incompetence later.
And now a lesson on charrics; if the reader is familiar with them, you may safely ignore the rest of this message. First off, it's pretty obvious that it's not a standard blaster, both sounding very different and emitting a orange-gold bolt rather than the typical blaster colors. However, charrics use a combination of traditional blaster energy, radiation, and kinetic energy to form their attack. For the average soldier, it just means that it's a fairly hard-hitting blaster with a bit of a shorter range than typical; a charric rifle would equate to a blaster carbine, a charric carbine to a pistol, a pistol to a shotgun. However, to a jedi they have an added annoyance. That kinetic energy in the bolt makes it very difficult to deal with these bolts in a practical manner, often tweaking a deflecting lightsaber when blocked and making it difficult to aim such a bolt. Furthermore, when surprised a fresh padawan/apprentice or mid-to-low-level jedi/sith with weaker physique may actually drop their lightsaber at the force of the bolt. This isn't the norm of course, but it should give you an idea of the sort of kinetic power these carry. Fortunately for most Jedi and Sith, charrics are an exclusively Chiss weapon, though similar masers are found coreward on rare occasions.
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Aug 31, 2015 20:11:09 GMT -5
The Arcona grinned with his lightsaber flash erupting into the mid-morning air, this mission was practically tailor made for him, advantages of his species lead to his expertise in certain areas where normal humans would fail easily. The diamond shaped appendage on his face was the perfect tool for a Sith lord of his caliber, like most Arcona he found it difficult to actually see physical objects that would be crystal clear to the common human, and so the invisible covering of the girl in front of him made it even more difficult to discern her from the environment, in fact the only thing that made him realize he was tracking a female was her voice, it was lucky for him that he was able to pick up on her force signature after her outburst, but even more fortunate that, the diamond shaped organ on his face was designed to pick up heat signatures, while his eyes failed to see the Chiss, he could quite visibily read her heat pattern against the humid atmosphere, traditional cloaks were almost 100% useless against Crii, and indeed most Arcona, but this wasn't his only advantage, in addition to this he was quite used to the hot conditions on his tropical desert homeworld of Cona, so this environment was only slightly offputing with its added moisture, while others would plummet into the early stages of hyperthermia (not hypothermia) within hours Crii would feel quite comfortable, and at home, taking a long while to grow fatigued.
When the assailant suddenly let loose a bast of energy Crii was thrust back to his heels, almost being knocked over, and had he not prepared himself for an assault from the camouflaged opponent it just might have. The other tremendous advantage Crii gained from from his ability to detect heat signatures was his ability to track the projectiles form blasters, and the beams from lightsabers with relative ease. So when a sudden burst of energy erupted from the Chiss' blaster Crii retaliated as quickly as he was physically capable, though it was far from perfect, his initial flinch, and trained muscle memory caused his hands to shift his saber downward in an attempt to block the bolt from the major arteries in his thigh. Though the blade didn't reflect the bolt, the extending column in his saber did seem to absorb the impact, though the initial "splash" of the bolt caused his a painful flash of heat to one of Crii's hand. His three pronged grip went a long way to maintain a firm hold.
He watched as the girl ran off, further into the forest, but his attention needed to be maintained to prevent any distracting or potentially lethal incursions from deterring the soldiers in the battlefield, so he felt it unnecessary to pursue her further, instead he flicked the button on the his staff to lower the blades, but one of the blades stayed fully lit, this threw Crii off for a moment, until he realized that, the blade was on the same side as the pole that was struck by the snipers rifle, he would have to deal with this minor upset later, he removed the perpetually 'on' saber from the pole which attached them, and disengaged the pole mechanism to store the rest of his saber, it appeared as though he'd have to keep this blade in hand to avoid accidently cutting himself. Running up to one of officers he noticed Nek, and Mako diligently firing away at the troopers covering the walls.
He spoke to the commander warning him that his soldiers should watch their backs, and that a sniper could potentially be attempting to flank them, looking over to Nek, and Mako he warned, "It would be wise if the best tracker among you two, would retreat into the forest, and find the girl who fired at me." He held out his hand noting the slight burn on it. "She appears to be force sensitive though, do not underestimate her. Clear?" Crii moved steadily back, after all of the voices were heard, and hid just behind the assaulting team, though safely away from the action, he began disassembling his saber. Circuitry was one of his specialties, he didn't just own possibly one of the most deadly weapons in all the galaxy, he built it. And he was far from unfamiliar with its internals, he knew he could fix it, but it may be incredibly necessary to acquire parts for it if anything was critically damaged.
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Post by Artemis on Sept 28, 2015 1:17:44 GMT -5
Laser fire continued to ring out from the other side of the compound, a proper battle after all by the sound of things. Hopefully the front would hold long enough for the speeders to be freed from the mess of boxes holding them inside the hangar storage. Falria focused back on the battle, forcing herself to pay attention to the battle at hand – at least to stay alive long enough to escape.
"You should be more afraid, little Jedi. Kairon is one of my most adept fighters, should he will you dead I doubt you powerful enough to deny him that sweet satisfaction."
Clearly not the most attentive Sith Lord then, or he'd have tasted her fear already. Unless he expected her to be quaking in her boots, dropping her lightsaber and running. In truth, this was what she'd trained her whole life for. Outnumbered, outmatched, and outgunned. No one in the order ever spoke about it, even uttering the word Sith was a taboo, but who else in the galaxy used a lightsaber?
"The pleasure's all mine. You don't know the half of how right you are," her armored opponent said in a somewhat lowered tone. His focus was on her fully now, but at least he was willing to banter with her a bit. Banter or not, he was preparing, and from the look of his stance he used the second form of combat. She couldn't be certain, but it would be intriguing to see if these new Sith used the same forms the Jedi did.
Falria noticed the other Sith take off out of the corner of her eye, but there wasn't much to be done there; her time would be expended on Kairon, who seemed to be preparing to start the fight. She took her own stance in Shii-Cho as he spoke again, hoping it would be enough to defend against Makashi until she was ready to spring her trap.
"But, it seems I could say the same of your Master. Mine, at least, doesn't abandon me in the nearest Republic outpost while he goes about his business."
“You don't know the half of how right you are Kairon,” she replied with a small laugh of her own, spinning her blade in a circle to signify she was indeed ready for his attack. It was kind of him to signify his intent to begin, or at least that's what she took it as. Perhaps they weren't quite the monsters everyone made them out to be. Not all of them anyway.
His first attack came fairly obvious to her, even if she'd barely had time to get her blade back in place after he'd saluted her. A feint or no feint, it was difficult for her to get the single blade in position. Feint or no feint, she had to prepare to parry both, and her block came slow to his blow despite her jumpy motion. Instinctively, she backed away, readying herself for the next attack and a bit shaken his first blow had nearly ended the fight then and there. Kairon's master wasn't entirely wrong – he wouldn't have much of a problem with her if this was how she fought.
She definitely wouldn't be going on the offensive yet, and waited on his next strike. Even the most base duelist could parry a few blows, and that was all she needed to do here. The second blow she blocked a bit simpler, even if it was still sloppy. The third and fourth, Kairon's blows seemed more bold, driving her further backwards. Falria quite literally felt she was fighting with an arm tied behind her back, and with Kairon's next attack, her two-handed grip fumbled, and the lightsaber deactivated, spiraling out of her hands and across the dirt.
Panic showed on Falria's face, and she had no choice but to pull on the force, diving away from him as quickly as she could, rolling through the dirt as her lightsaber shot to her hand. The fight had barely started, and already she was questioning whether or not this was a good idea. A youngling could probably beat her at the moment with how effective she was at the first form, and she activated her blade and continued her spin away, gaining some extra distance from Kairon with the help of the force. Falria needed more time, and there wasn't much to be extended as long as she was only using her one blade.
“You know,” she said, trying to distract him with more banter and slow things down. “If you're as good as your master claims, why don't we just kill him? That's a Sith thing, right?” She readied herself for another attack in case he didn't take the bait, switching to a Makashi stance herself, but continued on. “You say my master killed him, then you killed my master. Now that it's just the three of us, no one has to know any better, right? And in return for helping you, you let me go? Everyone wins but the dick with weird teeth.”
It was a pathetic ploy, but if the Sith were as bloodthirtsy as the other Jedi claimed, she could at least hope he'd take the bait. Strange though, she could feel The Force from. . . . somewhere else. It definitely wasn't Kairon, and she was almost positive it wasn't the Lord. It might have been the other Sith, but she expected it would have felt closer then that. The idea of there being more Sith here then just these three didn't quite appeal to her. At the very least, it was coming from the opposite direction of the store room, and she'd fight on so long as the plan seemed to hold fast.
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Post by ThreeDawg on Oct 2, 2015 8:03:05 GMT -5
As the Sith Troopers continued to unfold their distraction art attack upon the communications outpost, Tayla slid silently into the communications room. Two Pubs, communications Officers most likely, were hammering on blinking lights and shouting at each other or the communications board. With all the yammer they were making, even Mako could've stole his way in here. For Tayla, it was the old walk in the park.
She pulled from her belt a small blaster pistol, the kind used widely by Imperial officers. In her left hand, she ignited her lightsaber, and held it to the side. She raised her right arm, and took a single step forward. The red light of her blaster briefly bathed the control room, the shot hit the female officer directly in the back. She slumped forward with a cry, not dead - but gravely wounded from her lack of armour. The male officer seemed to be a quick draw, and as Tayla fired a second blast that bit into the female (and no doubt ended her struggle for life) the male had pulled his own blaster and fired it upon their assailant.
Luckily, he seemed to have panicked with his shot. While it bought him the time to duck behind the terminal they were working upon, Tayla easily blocked the stray bolt with her lightsaber. She was by no far a master of the art, but perfectly capable of hitting a stray bolt when she was prepared for one. She fired her own blaster a number of times. It served to not only suppress the officer, but deal some serious damage to the communications bank. Sparks filled the air as the terminal exploded.
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"Mako," Nek started from his position behind the rock. He looked to his 'peer', a deep frown upon his face, "It dishonours our master to be sat behind this stone like scared womp rats. We should make a push!"
The Twi'lek paused to peer over the edge of the rock and take some well aimed shots at the Republic Troopers. He took back to his safe position when they returned fire upon him. "If we can get close to the entrance, I think I have a plan for how we can turn this distraction into a massacre." He raised a hand toward his mouth, and he opened his wrist-mounted communications up to the Officer in charge of the Sith's own Troopers. "I require a distraction, you and your troopers shall breach cover and fire a volley upon the wall while we storm the compound's entrance." It would most likely cost the lives of several Sith Troopers, but was that not what they were there for? The Officer was silent for too-long a period, such an insult as considering an order wouldn't be taken by Nekar if he were a Lord. But he held his lekku on that one. Eventually, the Officer replied back with an affirmative.
"We shall charge the gate, get hazardously close enough to that repeater and I think I can take him out. Prepare to take fire, Mako. Wouldn't want you falling so early into the invasion would we? Such a disgrace would be a stain on our Master." The Twi'lek grinned, his lekku twitching in that smug manner his species was notorious for. With that, and without waiting for Mako to start first, Nekar flicked the switch on his orange-coloured Lightsaber and leapt over his cover. He let out a shout, and the Sith Troopers who had been in hiding themselves momentarily left their cover and released a dangerous volley upon the battlements.
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Malrius? Malrius simply watched, and smiled, as the Jedi's Padawan seemed to struggle with the mere opening swings of their battle.
Although his finger twitched, his grip strengthening on his inactive lightsaber hilt, as he felt again the presence of another Force user outside of the compound. He took a deep breath, and focused upon it for a second. He sensed a stronger dark side force near it, then it retreated - or fell. Had the Arconan stole the life of the Jedi Master before Malrius could get a chance at him?
The Sith Lord's sickening smile at the prospect of this Padawan meeting a quick and grizzly end was darkened with a frown.
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Post by Salvahkiin on Oct 3, 2015 22:55:56 GMT -5
Mako's attention shot to Nek. It was slightly hard to hear him over the thundering blaster fire. "It dishonours our master to be sat behind this stone like scared womp rats. We should make a push!", it was true, a Sith did not cower, did not fear. Nek barked an order at the officer, and he took his sweet time considering it. They were only troopers, they were expendable.
"We shall charge the gate, get hazardously close enough to that repeater and I think I can take him out. Prepare to take fire, Mako. Wouldn't want you falling so early into the invasion would we? Such a disgrace would be a stain on our Master." Mako grinned at the Twi'lek. "So do try not to get yourself killed, Nekar!" Mako's grin was quite smug. When Nekar ignited his saber, Mako did the same to one of his, and followed Nek over their cover, and ran with him to the gate. He had only hoped that the mines they planted were all exploded.
Mako would've attempted to throw or push one of the Republic soldiers, but he had to focus on his running, which was of course being enhanced by the Force. At their current speed, the soldiers probably had little time to lead himself or Nek enough to get a shot in, so they were mostly safe.
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Post by Zenios on Oct 4, 2015 18:13:59 GMT -5
Kairon battled a conflicting set of emotions, repressing a laugh and feelings resembling guilt, as a basic series of attacks drove Falria back without much trouble. The opening of this duel almost reminded him of his early years at the Academy on Korriban. One of his first memories wielding a training saber in a duel, in fact, looked much like this - the instructor had simply toyed with Kairon as the child frantically did anything he could to avoid being injured again. Not that it had worked, of course; he had endured more than a few bruises, cuts, and broken bones early on. Guilt, though, wasn't quite the right word - this felt more like disappointment, not unlike the instructor who had once been thoroughly dissatisfied with a younger Echani's attempts to defend himself. This duel was hardly what he had expected.
It certainly surprised him when he knocked the lightsaber out of her hands. There was no way he had broken through her guard with that much force - Makashi never called for that much exertion with a simple horizontal sweep and he hardly possessed the strength to knock the weapon out of someone's hands that easily anyway. Had he really overestimated Falria that much? It didn't seem possible. He had watched the confidence, the bravado, in her movements, and now all that remained was fear and panic. He couldn't even do anything but blame her Master for, Sith or no Sith, training her so inadequately.
The Echani did laugh as his blade sliced through the air where she'd been just a moment before, as much to express amusement as keep up a certain level of theatricality. The fight had barely started and the end had already come so close he could have tasted it. At least the Jedi managed to avoid being disarmed for too terribly long, diving and rolling and calling her weapon to her hand in a move that reminded Kairon of his Academy days once again. He pulled up as Falria readied herself once more, ever careful to avoid getting too aggressive and overcommitting.
He cocked his head, pausing visibly as Falria shifted her efforts from fighting against him to trying to fight alongside him. Now, there was a tempting offer - it would have been the best possible way to get out from under Malrius' thumb and just as good an idea to elevate himself to the Lordship he so craved. There were a couple of clear flaws with it, though - for one, he knew he wouldn't be able to stand against Malrius alone. The Lord was at least somewhat superior in terms of his dueling ability and significantly so where Force usage was concerned. He wasn't immediately sure if adding Falria would have tipped the scales, either. She had hardly seemed competent thus far, let alone skilled enough to fight against someone with years more experience than either of them.
And Kairon couldn't be sure she wouldn't just immediately stab him in the back once his guard was lowered, anyway. He wouldn't have expected that from a Jedi, not exactly, but Falria had already shown him time and again that she was hardly what he would have expected.
He sighed, sparing a brief glance at Malrius. "Now, that's a tempting offer," he replied, echoing his initial reaction in a manner so apologetic it might have been mocking. Even he wasn't sure if he'd meant it to be. "But I just don't know if I can take you up on it. There are just... too many variables in play."
Kairon paused briefly, taking a couple of steps forward and preparing for the duel's continuation. "I can't imagine the two of us would be able to defeat the dick with the weird teeth, as you so eloquently put it - and certainly not if Tayla happens to come back. So, unfortunately for you, I might just have to turn you down."
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Post by aardvarklord on Oct 4, 2015 19:47:36 GMT -5
Sirona was actually rather surprised by the utter lack of pursuit and she quickly came to a halt once she was confidently clear of the Sith that had spotted her. Once she was positive nobody had followed her, she found a nice location still relatively close to the battle to stop and get her bearings, trying to clear her head. What was with that outburst earlier?! That wasn't like her! Had to be the temple screwing with her normally level-headed nature. Had to be. This place was messing with her pretty badly, and all the dark Force users wasn't exactly helping the situation. Also, her Force Stealth training had failed spectacularly. She didn't know if it simply wasn't working and she didn't get it to work properly or if it was something to do with the weird dark-side... nonsense stuck in her head, but she wasn't exactly going to rely on that ability anymore. Not until she knew what went wrong.
Okay, so now they knew she was out here and capable of sniping, which meant that it would be wise to keep her rifle cold. Okay. Fair enough. Wasn't her fight anyways. Sighing to herself, she stopped and listened to the mayhem, trying to figure out where everything was again. No Sith or troopers immediately nearby. Actually, there were a smattering of troopers looking for her, but they were so far off the mark that she wasn't concerned. She could feel the apprentices--including that rather sharp-eyed arcona--going for the assault. The master--GAH THAT STILL HURT! Shaking off the headache as best she could, she then focused in on a different sense; a light-sided one, something strong but not a sith. Had to be a Jedi. And it was rather close to a Sith... hrmm...
Slipping quietly across the background of the battlefield, she eventually spotted the area where the duel was taking place, but couldn't really get a good vantage point from the ground without making herself into a target or getting too close. No problem though: she could see far better with the assistance of the Force and the trees were still very much present. Finding a nice, sturdy-looking branch above, she double-checked that nobody was looking her way before jumping up onto it and getting herself situated. After pausing to catch her breath and make sure that nobody was looking at her, she focused and looked at the two sabers mixing. It was quite the sight, and privately she suspected that these two were actually fairly talented... though then again a basic padawan's saber skills were better than her own... that was to say that they had any at all. Focusing carefully, she tried to listen to their words, but while she probably would have been able to hear them if there was nothing else going on, the sounds of the battle pretty well drowned out their conversation. But... she could feel the fear in the Jedi's thoughts, the desperation. She wasn't entirely able to follow their conversation just by thoughts alone, but she got the gist of desperate bargaining and the strange, considering thoughts of her dueling companion. Was she trying to get him on her side? Good luck with that.
Though... that gave her an idea. If she helped save the Jedi and brought her back to her order... maybe she could get some training... maybe. As it was, both the Ascendancy and the Jedi Order would want to know about the Sith's revival and she intended to contact them regardless with that information... but getting some extra proof and some diplomatic ties wouldn't be bad. However, that would mean interfering in the duel, and that was a bad idea. At least up close. She might be able to do something, but she'd have to handle this carefully, especially with that pesky arcona looking for her. Holding her rifle carefully, she looked out on the field and tried to figure out how she would escape if she was the Jedi, but while she could see the fight, she couldn't exactly see the fine details of their arena. If the Jedi knew how to do a good jump, she could do a lot to help, but she didn't know whether she was fresh out of the padawan factory or a knight spending time with an old master... though she was suspecting on the former side of that spectrum. To involve herself... or not... involve herself... or not...
Screw it. Focusing carefully, trying to just focus on the Jedi, she said over a telepathic line, "I can help from afar and in the Force to some degree. Coordinate to live." The Jedi would no doubt notice how frosty the other person was; there was probably a degree of dark-side left over from her minor corruption, but her Force signature was largely neutral. Whatever was talking to Falria wasn't a Sith, that was for sure. That or the most un-Sith Sith ever.
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