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Post by Adi on Jan 4, 2016 15:26:11 GMT -8
The carbon nanotube blade came in, and Adi tried to block it. Unfortunately, the right arm that was supposed to bring the blade up into the path of Ashrah's beskad did not perform as it was supposed to, and didn't accomplish getting the lightsaber into the path of the incoming weapon. The blade plunged into Matango's abdomen, going straight through, and coming out of his back.
It stopped the Jedi dead in his tracks....more than likely literally soon enough.
If that hadn't been bad enough, the other blade in Ashrah's left hand came ripping down, catching the hand that was holding the lightsaber. As if on cue, the weapon simply slid back into its hilt, and clattered to the ground. Matango was now trapped by not just the weapon that had run him through, but now, the only limb he could effectively use to wield weapons was now captured and severely damaged as well. Blood was pouring from his wounds. Both arms were now damaged beyond comprehension, and he was pretty much screwed at this point.
It was really turning out to be an excessively bad day....
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Post by Ashrah on Jan 4, 2016 17:09:10 GMT -8
He stepped forward once, twisting the blade and lifting up, not enough to slice through the other man, just to add insult to injury. He looked right into the eyes of the Jedi, and smiled. It was not a polite smile, not a smile that indicated any kind of warmth. His emerald green eyes bored into the soul of the Jedi, picking him apart molecule by molecule. He didn't blink and his breathing wasn't even ragged. He leaned his head closer to Adi's and spoke in a low gravely voice
"How does it feel.....to see everything you held dear....destroyed in front of your face? Your vaunted Jedi scattered. Their two greatest warriors brought down by their own ego.....Hmm? Can you still speak Jedi? Or has that abandoned you as well?"
He snorted, pulling his head back once more, looking Adi in the eyes again
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Post by Adi on Jan 4, 2016 17:39:29 GMT -8
Matango felt the blade slowly twisting in his abdomen, causing so much pain that he wasn't even able to scream anymore. Ashrah began speaking, and Adi could feel the arrogance in the man's voice. It was a disgusting display of swagger. He had, however, most definitely proven that he was a skilled fighter....no wonder the Bucketheads followed him....
....It would appear that it took more than one overconfident Jedi to take him out, at least.
As Ashrah continued his little speech, Adi began to feel his right wrist slide off the hooked blade. In his monologuing, Ashrah had failed to notice it, at least that is how appeared. Slowly, the Jedi Master moved, feeling the edge of the knife cutting as it began to slide free from its fleshy prison. As the Mandalorian finished speaking, the wrist fell free from the blade.
This was going to be the last great act of defiance.
"Just get it over with. I don't have all day, you know."
Spitting the blood that had been building up in his mouth at the face of his foe, Adi began to laugh.. Blood covered his teeth as he smiled, giving a grisly insight as to just how injured the Jedi was. Using every ounce of strength that he had, accented with as much Force power as he could muster from his shattered concentration, attempted to wrap his hand around the side of the Mandalorian's face, and jam his right thumb into Ashrah's left eye as hard as he possibly could. Even as he was attacking, he felt his consciousness slipping away. His vision had long ago become too fuzzy to see any kind of detail. He was doing this on pure instinct, his stubborn will not allowing him to be defeated without so much as landing a single blow on his enemy.
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Post by Ashrah on Jan 4, 2016 18:18:14 GMT -8
Ashrah didn't scream. He barely flinched. An irritated grunt escaped his lips as Adi's thumb pierced his eye ball, a soft pop, and warm wetness leaking down his cheek. He stepped back, his blade sliding from the Jedi, covered in blood, the tip resting inches from the dirt, dripping crimson. He watched the other man fold and smiled, using his left arm to wipe the ooze from his face. He turned towards the other Mandos gathered there and walked away from the fallen warrior, not even looking back. One of his men gathered his chain and the rest followed, and as Ashrah slid the blade into it's sheath on his back he was handed a bandanna. Wrapping it around his wounded eye he left, finished with these Jedi for hopefully the rest of his life
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Post by Adi on Jan 4, 2016 20:05:36 GMT -8
Well, there was the eye at least. He wouldn't be winking at his boyfriend anytime soon.....
The blade made a sickening sound as it was withdrawn from the wound. Dropping to his knees, Adi coughed, and dark red blood struck the ground. He wobbled slightly, and collapsed to the hard duracrete. Oddly enough, his vision cleared up momentarily from the rush of the blood from his body to his brain, and he could see things in his line of sight. Wait...was that.....Anna??? No. It couldn't be....why would she have been here? He wanted to warn her, but couldn't muster enough strength to speak loud enough to be heard. All he wanted to do was scream her name, and tell her to run. The Mandalorians would kill her, for sure. They would know she was there for the Jedi, or at least assume so....
He couldn't even muster the strength to try to warn her through the force. Then, she again began to fade.
He blinked to clear his eyes, but to no avail. His vision was darkening yet again, and this time, far more rapidly. The last thing that Adi remembered seeing was a pair of boots that he recognized...and they most certainly didn't belong to a Mandalorian....
"K...Ka..ja?"
Using his legs, Matango rolled himself onto his back. His vision was to the point he was basically only seeing light and dark shapes at this point. The one standing over him was but a shadow. Weakly, he spoke what he thought would be his last words.
"Tell...Ice....I'm sorry...I've...failed...Tell her...that...I...love..her..." As the blackness rolled over him, Adi could have sworn he felt someone lifting him up, and carrying him away...
PRESENT DAY-Yavin IV-Temple of the Blueleaf Cluster Medical Lab
"Who...who's there?"
Bubbles began to rise from the mask on Skylar Winchester's face. He could feel another presence with him, someone whose presence shone brightly in the light of the force. He wanted out of this tank, and now...he didn't know why the person was there, but a lightsider there with him meant that they Jedi had found him.
He needed to get out of here....now.
His blue eyes flew open, and he threw his arms out to his sides. He struck out with the force, the tank began to crack, and the blue bacta began to spray out of the damaged glass. Skylar leveraged his legs against the inside front of the glass, pushing himself against the back of the tank. Feeling the force flow through him, it shot out from the bottom of his feet, and blew the glass out of the tank, sending a wave of blue bacta gushing out, Skylar with it. Unceremoniously, he was sent sprawling on the floor, right at the feet of the person he had felt when he had begun to wake up. Looking up at her, he saw who it was for the first time.
"Master...Alora??"
It was most certainly time to go.
Trying to get to his feet, Skylar slipped in the blue gel on the floor, and fell back down to his knees. If she was here to capture him, he would definitely be an easy target right about now....
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Post by Anna on Jan 4, 2016 20:24:52 GMT -8
oh, gosh. That's got to kriffin hurt.
Anna muttered to herself as she watched the absolute desolation of her Jedi friend. The seer flinched when Adi fought back one last time, ramming his thumb into the mandalorian's eye. Frowning, Anna figured that was too nice of an injury. The Mando deserved so much more- most of them did.
She recalled her time back on Mandalor. The helm belonged to a different bull headed man, one privy to opening airlock doors and laughing as people were sucked out into the unforgiving reaches of space. She remembered the terror of feeling her insides expand, and the need to survive. By all accounts of physics, she shouldn't be alive right now- and neither should the Dar'Manda she'd been following around. But they were- at least he was. But was she?
Was this what fate had planned for her in the end, to aimlessly drift between past and future, light and dark. To experience everything at once. She'd had visions, but never two at once. Always one thing at a time, but now she felt like she was everywhere- and nowhere. And it hurt. It felt like something was pulling her backwards, into the dark frothy foam of Adi's thoughts. Like cords were tightening around her arms and forehead. Suddenly she realized something very important. Adi's mind wasn't restraining her. Something else was.
Help!
The strange, and strangled cry came without her really willing it to. It felt natural to struggle, to cry out for aid. But she had no idea why, or what the danger really was. But the scene in Adi's mind was fading, and for a very brief moment, the Jedi looked up at her- possibly hearing her plea. She couldn't tell. She didn't know. Because now, she was gone- aimlessly drifting again, to somewhere- somewhere else.
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Post by Raven Alora on Jan 4, 2016 20:49:20 GMT -8
Raven's breath suddenly caught in her throat. Her small brown eyes snapped opened and her mouth gaped. With a strangled gasp, the Jedi Master pressed off of the Bacta tank and lay against the cool metallic floor, clutching her side and taking deep, ragged breaths. What in the force? Her vision flashed white several times and the throbbing in her head made it almost impossible for her to remain coherent- Even when the crackling of her comlink snapped to her attention. Deftly, she fumbled around for it and finally answered it's greedy alert.
What....is it ....? Alora gasped.
Master Alora, are you alright? Are you under attack? I called to say we've set up a parameter- but we can be in there immediately if you-
No....Roel. I'm fine. Just- Just wended. There are no hostiles in here. Remain at your positions.
Raven Alora let her arm flop to the side, almost dropping the com before she sat back up again and stood unsteadily to her feet. She tottered back over to the tank and shook her head, unwilling to connect so fully with Adi's consciousness again. She wasn't sure if she could handle it. So, she decided to wait on his eventual wakening with folded arms and a tilted expression. She assumed that when he did awake, she'd have a lot of Jedi counseling to do. And she'd do it- if but to make up for her own mistakes.
But then the bacta tank- exploded.
Glass shot at her along with great force, and she was sent skittering back. Landing on her knees a few feet away, she watched the bacta reject him and spit him out, a sprawled, dripping mess on the ground, at her feet. He looked at her, and she froze. She'd never had a friend look at her with that kind of expression before. Startled, yes, surprised, yes- but, something akin to fear? It almost made her want to cry, not only for the fact that she knew the council was after him, but for the simple fact that, none of her allies should fear her- ever. She'd been down that path before, and almost had her head shot off by her best friend's mini rail gun because of it.
He stood, after spluttering her name, and then fell down again. Hesitantly, the small Jedi took a knee beside him and cautiously placed a hand on his shoulder.
Peace, Adieumus. I'm not here to hurt you.
And she decided then and there, that she could not take him back to the council. She was rather unaware of the full extent of the situation. but Adi needed help- not punishment- not yet.
Be still. You're still recovering. She smiled reassuringly and coughed slightly, still feeling the numb pain of his stab wound, ebbing away. I know I am.
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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Jan 4, 2016 21:08:26 GMT -8
As the Bacta tank exploded time seemed to suddenly........stop. the shards glinted, the body of Skylar frozen in it's fall. A dark smokey shadow like substance permeated the room, a cold blast, like the icy fingers of death, rolled in behind the shadow. From that inky darkness coalesced a......man. He was well over 6 feet tall and dressed in a jet black suit. His eyes glowed purple, his hair jet black and slicked back. He was not un-handsome, and the Dark Side radiated from him in waves. On his left lapel, over his heart, was a single yellow rose, seeming to almost glow in the gloom.
He stepped around the bacta tank, running his right index finger along Skylars shoulders, then inspecting said finger for a moment before turning his head and looking directly at Anna and smiling a chilling smile. He then brought his focus back to the room at hand and focused fully on Alora.
"Poor....Unfortunate Adieumus. How his faith has fallen, his light......well, let's just say that I own more of his soul now. If the Dark Side had a patron, of course."
He smiled at her. An almost benevolent smile. Very little teeth. He walked through the frozen glass shards and bacta spray, coming to stand beside Alora and turning to face the scene in front of them
"What do you think his path is now hmmm? And what......of you I wonder. Where does yours lead now My Lady?"
He turned his head to face her, his glowing purple eyes seeming to penetrate her soul.
"You watched your vaunted Light Side fail. And fail spectacularly. You watched the White Knight fall at the hands of a Force negative Mandalorian, and the other jedi did NOTHING"
He spoke the word Nothing as a harsh whisper, leaning in conspiratorially, whispering in her ear.
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Post by Raven Alora on Jan 4, 2016 22:25:33 GMT -8
Before Adi's body floundered before her. Before Raven touched him and whispered soothingly. Before all that- there was, a man. He was a very tall man, and he seemed completely unaffected by the stillness of the scene- the sudden stop in reality. She'd just stood, just tottered to her feet after being blasted backwards, and the second she regained her footing, the- man was talking to her.
She turned her small eyes up to look at him, and her body stiffened. She felt the chill in the room, which only seconds ago contained the heated rage of battle. Her side burned numbly, and the hair on the back of her neck bristled at the man's voice. 'if the darkside had a patron' he said. Of course. Most dark siders were like that. Their bravery resting on a shaky net of arrogance, inflamed by the promise and delivery of Bogan's power. It was a very raw thing, and thought it seemed much more effective than the light- many times, that didn't make it better. No one owned Adieumus but himself. If he truly was the man she remembered, a Mandalorian's weapon lodged in his gut, wouldn't be able to change who Adieumus really was. It just might take a while for the fallen Jedi to realize that.
but Raven Alora always had hope.
She tracked him with her eyes as he moved to stand beside her. A trimmer rippled through her minuscule frame from the chill he cast. The mark of the force demon- fought so many years ago, she thought had finally been cleansed suddenly flared with delight at being near such a monolith of dark energy. It took a lot of effort, but Raven remained straight faced and let him finish speaking.
His soft, but accusatory word fell like an hammer strike and the Jedi Master finally jolted, closing her eyes and taking in a breath of the chill air. Letting it out slowly, she considered ignoring the man, but thought better of it. She spoke- boldly, for now, her resolve unshakable- at least, in her voice.
Everyone's path strays. She began, turning to look up at him again. But that doesn't mean it can't get back on course again. The future is often unclear, but I do know that- my path is mine, Just as his path, Is, his.
She narrowed her eyes protectively, before pondering his last words, the ones that had actually shaken her.
The Jedi are not the light side of the force- as much as they wish to think they are. They are imperfect, damaged souls, just like everyone else.
She frowned sympathetically up at the dark presence.
Ashla's burden is heavy, but so is the darkness.
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Post by Abraxas Korax on Jan 4, 2016 23:15:06 GMT -8
His craft had barely broken the air far above the Massassi temples than the aura of pure unadulterated darkness permeated the entirety of his being. It was as if the tendrils of his former leash began to cry out to him, the edges of his soul aching with the tearing ware that had been left upon them. And yet, as the ship descended, it was almost effortless to allow the shadows pour into his reserves; his fingers flying across the consoles as the ship neared the ground.
It was not until the craft was mere feet from the ground, and it's destination, that he could feel the presences clustered within the darkness. Faint, distant and almost consumed, but present in the nature of their bitter tenacity.
Touching the down the ship upon the ground, the hatch opening slowly a midst it's descent, Kaj gracefully dropped from the craft to the ground; landing hard a good several meters from the troopers standing guard over the temple and their supposed master within. He could feel the presence of the seemingly former Jedi within, her very aura resonating to him like a foul invader.
Firmly upon the ground, he took but a few moments to size up the figures of those standing between him and his former compatriot. The pain, anguish and startled energy reaching him but fusing itself with the already pulsating darkness. And, for but a moment, he hesitated. The briefest of moments as a thought passed through his mind. Words, a whisper and an echo of something spoken from aboard the ship looming behind him.
Father... You mustn't...
And as quickly as it has come, the very syllables bringing a gripping sound to the glove that gripped the freshly constructed lightsaber handle in his hand, it was gone. Gone to leave nothing but the darkness that welled up within his soul. His footfalls matching the pulses as the Force flowed through him, each pulse pushing an field out from within him into an invisible field about him. What his conscious intended? He no longer cared. What the purpose of his soon to be victims was? There was only one answer: That it would die with them.
Tapping into the surge of Force energy flowing through him, and with the subtle lift of an arm, he made to motion towards the nearest trooper and, should it have succeeded, pull them towards him at a rapid pace; a gesture that would have been well and simple had it been left alone, but one that was quickly followed by yet another enacted by the hand gripping the inactive lightsaber. Where one would fly towards him, he would send another cascading towards the very entrance they hoped to protect.
This would not be a fight, but a slaugther. His mind was set.
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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Jan 5, 2016 10:30:10 GMT -8
He looked down at her once more, a small smile on his lips. The Dark Whill was always amazed at the faith these Jedi held. It made their fall all the more glorious. Delicious even. He stepped behind her, his lips close to her ear, his hands not quite touching her shoulders, tendrils of shadow pouring forth from his finger tips, curling around her upper body like a dark silk robe.
"No ones path is ever truly their own. The Jedi teach Destiny, as do the Sith. Is not Destiny a pre-ordained path? You believe you have chosen this. You think you have come here of your own volition. The Force....Dark Side or Light....makes it's own choices. You, mortal, do not. I know you can feel the darkness. I can feel it in you, yearning to come out."
He moved to her right side, coming to stand beside her once more, head still leaned down conspiratorially. He was looking at the frozen body of Adi, and pointed nonchalantly with his right hand, arm bent at the elbow, palm open.
"You felt his pain. You watched his faith disintegrate. What do you suppose he is going to do now? His sorrow is complete. His hatred of Ashrah is absolute. Do you truly believe you can change that? I sense your own anger."
It was at this time cocked his head as if he was listening to something distant, then grinned
"And I feel that it may be coming to the Fore very soon"
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Post by Raven Alora on Jan 5, 2016 22:50:35 GMT -8
"Mortal" The word made the Jedi shrug slightly and shake her head. The dark being glided up behind her and his darkness slowly dripped over her, sending a chill rippling down her spine, and a lancing fiery pain ripping through her chest. She took in a sharp breath of air and clinched her jaw- quavering slightly and tightening her shoulders to subdue her more primal reaction of crying out. That wouldn't do here- not at all. As much as the darkness liked power, it loved pain. She closed her eyes to center herself and focused on the situation at hand, distracting herself from the red hot mark on her chest. All that hard work- gone, in a matter of seconds.
We mortals just have to do the best we can, I suppose.
She mused, tightly, unable to keep the tension completely from her voice. He moved aside and she breathed out in some bitter suite relief.
If we blamed our actions on destiny all the time, we'd not have to take responsibility for anything. Though- with how you talk, I have a friend who would probably get along quite well with you.
Alora shrugged at his comment of the force making it's own choices. While this is true- and the force certainly influences us, we often let it. People seeking power quickly and with little discipline- tend to lean toward the darkside, because that's what it offers. People who wish to do what their conscience bids them do- often times standing by, regrettably while war rages- they tend to head toward the light. But that's their choice to make. We- are but people. We, are not the force.
She looked over sadly toward the frozen form of Adi and shook her head. Her voice softened to a steady, contemplative one of absolution. I cannot change him, and I do not intend to. All I can do is support him. I've learned the hard way, that 'I' cannot help those who do not wish to be helped. I'm not that powerful. After all- I'm just a Mortal.
She smiled thinly, though her eyes blinked up at him as he spoke of something to come- seeming distracted.
I'm not unshakable. Her com crackled and she jerked, as if startled before looking down, and feeling a deep foreboding rising in her chest. What had this harbinger of darkness brought upon this place.
Alora- Hostile is present. - Force....sensitive. Proficient. Your orders.
Roel's voice came staggered. The trooper had just been hurled through the air into the side of the great crumbling temple. His comrade, he saw, through blurry visor static- had been yanked toward the approaching force user. Roel only knew this couldn't end well. He caught his breath and attempted to stand, readying his blaster pistols.
Raven blinked, as if the whole thing was a dream before shaking her head and speaking quickly- almost as if the other two weren't in the room. Her tone changed quickly from a reasoning one, to a commanding one. And at least this once, she didn't seem 4 and a half feet tall.
Stay sharp Roel. Get back to the ship. Keep an eye on him, and as soon as possible, lift off and head for the river.
She hesitated at the words of concern flying back at her and scowled.
That's an order solder. I'm done letting others take the fall on my behalf. We came too soon. That was my fault, not yours. I'll be ok.
Dropping her hand, and holding the comlink languidly in her hand, she shook her head and looked up at the dark presence, knowing she'd probably loose at least one good man today, by some overconfident dark force user who just wanted to sink his blade into something for the thrill of it.
Anger, is a waste of time. It never solved anything, and it certainly cannot bring someone back from the dead. I am a Jedi, sir. I take life very seriously- and death.
Roel sighed and pulled himself up to a standing position. He radioed the others, only 3 of which were in play, and motioned toward the ship. One, made his way to Roel's side, and the other two readied their repeating blaster rifles at the hostile newcomer.
The trooper flying toward the darksider flailed predictably, and fought for control of his limbs, seeking to use his motion to land some kind of heavy punch to the darksider, like, to the face.
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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Jan 7, 2016 11:59:44 GMT -8
"As you say. Just think on what I have said. This broken man.."
He gestured languidly at Adi
"Well. Only time will tell I suppose. Enjoy the rest of your day Raven Alora. I sense it is about to get....busy."
He faded into nothing, the cold receding, Shadow dissipating. Time suddenly seemed to snap back into motion. It had all been inside Ravens head, a conversation that took mere seconds seemed like minutes. Adi tumbled, and the rest of Ravens actions I so rudely interrupted were as they were.
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Post by Abraxas Korax on Jan 7, 2016 18:53:37 GMT -8
His movements were fluid, each step and shift as though they were part of a well orchestrated dance. What he had done to the two soldiers was only just scraping the surface; his eyes fixed intently on the crumbling temple before him, barely giving recognition to the trooper that was flying towards him at an increased rate. And just as quickly as it had appeared, the presence he had sensed upon his descent crept away from existence and out of reach to leave him alone in the swelling darkness that consumed him. He considered chasing it, following it to it's origin, then changed his directive to the soldiers that began to train their weapons on him.
How pitiful they were. Their consideration of resistance would be their demise.
His eyes snapping to the soldier coming within just feet of him, he noted the man's fist as he made motion to strike him. Allowing the soldier his dying notion, he took a slight step towards the shoulder of the arm striking at him and, as the arm grazed the air between them, he brought his lightsaber hilt about in motion. As it ignited, it would have effectively cut a clean slash through the middle of the soldier's chest. However, given his trajectory, the improvisation of motion caused the saber to cut low but still cleanly enough to have left the soldier in two pieces.
Father... Please...
Continuing his movement past the soldier and away from his prior spot, the darksider centered himself on a course towards the middle of the remaining troopers. Were any to flee, he would note them, but as it appeared he could see that at least three had trained their weapons on him. It was not until he had fully observed the situation that he noted a fourth, the soldier he had hurled towards the temple, with his weapons drawn
Face contorted, emotions roiling with hatred and rage, he began to collect energy within himself. Drawing upon it slowly from the area around him. Noticeable only to the trained eye, one would have noticed that the very greenery at the darksider's feet began to wither away; as though the energy that had given it life were pooling into the being treading over it. A matter of preparation would dispose of these troops. Whoever was waiting inside would not find many alive upon their return.
Using a fraction of the energy he had begun to collect, and some he'd already reserved, the darksider moved with a burst of speed towards one of the two soldiers with a trained repeater. Upon closer inspection as the darksider approached, the blade in his hand crackled and hissed with instability, the blade like a concentrated shaft of molten energy than the traditional crisp blade of a lightsaber. Should the soldier have noticed this, it would likely have already been too late as the darksider brought the weapon up from a low assault towards the center of the trooper's chest.
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Post by Adi on Jan 7, 2016 21:52:16 GMT -8
He stopped his scrambling for a moment, and just looked at her. How had she found him? Why was she here?? He was in stunned silence for but a moment, a deer in the headlights. He couldn't comprehend that someone was just standing there outside the tank. How could he have missed someone, especially someone as powerful as Master Alora?
He took a mental note to work on his situational awareness.
Staring up into her eyes, he couldn't help but not run. Something was telling him that she was telling the truth, that there wasn't a strike force waiting to capture him just outside the temple, or however the Jedi caught people these days. Still, he was wary.
"I have not known peace for a very long time, Master Alora. I'm not quite sure I would know what it was anymore."
Carefully, he got to his feet, and walked to the small basin of water that he had set up before his bacta dip. He began to rinse the remnants of the gel from his hair, and face, before it dried and became harder to remove. Grabbing his shirt, and throwing it over his head, he turned back to Raven.
"I have to ask, how did you find me? I've been pretty careful to cover my tracks. So far, you've been the only one to track me down. Rather impressive, if I do say."
And that was when the com call came in from Raven's troopers. It was also when he felt the a very familiar, and dark, aura outside. It was also when Skylar remembered the note he had left on the door to the cargo bay on the Wayward Son....
So...he was smart enough to figure it out...
"Master Alora...those men are in grave danger. Stay here, please. I'll handle him."
Tossing on his sneakers as he dashed out of the lab, Skylar made his way to the entrance. M.I.C.R.O. walked over to Raven, and rubbed against her leg. Looking up at her, the little tailless cat mewed, and sat down.
Within about thirty seconds of exiting the medical lab, Skylar made it to the entrance of the Temple proper. As he came out of the archway, he could see Kaja, in a blind, darkside fueled rage. This had to be stopped before anyone else got hurt.
"ENOUGH!!! Kaja!!! Stand down, or I will stand you down myself!! They are here FOR us, not against us!!!"
Skylar wasn't altogether sure that was entirely true...Raven may have brought these men along to help them capture him, maybe not. But Kaja on a rampage like this? Even if SHE wasn't trying to capture them, there would most certainly be Jedi that -were- trying to. This would stand out like a strobe light to anyone paying attention in any kind of capacity. It was bad enough that Skylar had exploded on Dantooine. They didn't need to draw any more attention to themselves.
There was also another issue...Skylar wasn't anywhere NEAR in good enough mental condition after the visions in the bacta tank. Sure, his body was in great shape now, but if this -did- turn ugly, and he had to fight Kaja to bring him down from his rage? It might not be a realistic goal to stop the man, not being as scrambled and scattered as Skylar was at the moment.
He just hoped Kaja took the bluff, and calmed down enough to be reasoned with.
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Post by Raven Alora on Jan 10, 2016 18:24:00 GMT -8
Raven blinked several times- recovering from the strange, dark presence who had so kindly conversed with her. Her chest was on fire, and her hands were icy cold, though she felt her body going back to a normal state of balance. Adi mentioned that he had been estranged from peace for a very long time, and she smiled. That familiar, warm smile alighted upon her face and she shook her head slowly.
One never forgets peace, Adieumus. They just hide from it. If one lets it- eventually, it'll find it's way back.
He started to ask his question, and she started to respond- but then her com went crazy and she'd answered it (Per previous post). Adi spoke seriously to her, and Raven nodded. But then he turned abruptly and left, telling her to remain here.
I felt you- She whispered faintly, in answer to his previous question. Then her eyes widened as if the real situation suddenly slammed into her.
But You're still recovering!
She called after him, taking a step forward in protest. Another lancing pain shot through her body and she wrapped her arms around her stomach- tottering, almost falling over. The darkness- Adi's vision, so much had inflamed her empathy and it was dangerous. Blinking away her blurry vision, Raven prepared to pursue the fallen Jedi, but the soft pressure of a small droid and the mewing of a cat distracted her.
You know I can't just let him run out there. She countered, and glanced off into the distance. And I feel- like I know this other...somehow. Like all this has happened before- him running off after the same disturbance....
Then it struck her. The man was Kaja- the darkside attacker from Honoghar. The one who had thrown a ball of negative force energy at Adieumus, the one Anna had spoken too. But he felt darker than ever now, as if, he might have once been a salvageable person. Now he felt like hardened earth, unable to grow new life again. Raven shook her head, hoping Adieumus hadn't become the same way. Though, if he had- why would he still care about her safety? With a determined look at the cat droid's location, she began walking down the hall- toward the exit.
Jakk!
One of the troopers shouted through his visor, as the flying armored man was severed in half. Roel put a hand on his frantic comrade and pulled him backwards toward the Starskiff.
He's buying us time, to follow orders. Don't let his sacrifice go in vain.
Roel barked, Leveling his blaster and firing two shots in the darksider's direction. That might keep his lightsaber busy for just a brief moment. He pushed the other soldier on quickly, should the force user deflect the bolts back at him.
Ryon- Kaj's current target leveled his heavy repeater and spoke to Roel.
I'm taking your pansy shots as permission to engage- sir!
His commander hadn't said anything to counter- so, Ryan pulled the trigger, releasing innumerable laser bolts to lance through the air at the quickly approaching darksider. He noticed Kaj's blade and more importantly- kaja himself moving on a direct path for him, so- releasing the repeater's trigger, the trooper dropped into a crouched roll to his left, swinging his massive weapon out to his right quickly, in hopes of knocking his adversary's legs out from under him. Ryan knew his time was short- but he'd be the most annoying target the force junky had ever had the privilege of killing.
I'll keep em' busy as long as I can commander!
Roel's mind spun briefly. One of his men was gone- the other had all but charged into battle, and still he saw another man leaving the temple. Uneasily, the second trooper holding a heavy repeater, wavered the weapon toward Skylar, as the three remaining continued retreating back to the ship.
Easy men- I think he's attempting to call our adversary down.
Roel said. The question burning at the front of his mind now was the location of Raven Alora, and why she'd not left the temple with the other man- who he assumed was their target.
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Post by Abraxas Korax on Jan 12, 2016 19:09:08 GMT -8
As he followed through with the kill, his saber leaving the flailing trooper colliding with the ground in two pieces, he couldn't feel the pang of pleasure that came from it. Continuing his footwork towards the remaining troops, all he could feel was the immense well of fury. The pain, agony and rage that filled his heart. The searing demise of the soldier behind him only held subject to fuel him as he rushed his approach towards the soldier who had taken point; an almost amusing gesture were his focus not on massacre.
The blaster shots were frantic. Spaced and rushed, his form moving side to side with ease with the influence of the Force to avoid them. It was when he came back to his orientation in front of the soldier at his mark that he noticed the shift in the soldier's motion. With a sneer he met the collapse of the soldier and swing of his rifle come to a close, the pain of the rifle slamming into his leg shooting through him like a shot of adrenaline. Stumbling for but a moment, the darksider took a knee. Kneeling almost eerily as he diverted a fraction of his power to feeding off the pain.
What have you done!?
The female voice came not to his mind, but to that of the soldier. Frantic, but controlled as the darksider began to take stand again; the injury to his leg seemingly ineffective. Without the need to actually look to the soldier that had struck out at him, the darksider stood silently, the only sound coming from his prone form was the crackling of the saber lit in his grip. It was his expression however, that would prove to be the greatest value to reading his intent.
Again the ground around the man began to warp, to decay, and while he was aware that what time he spent waiting would give the soldiers a chance to counter attack, he was unconcerned. And yet, he felt the need to write out the soldier that had struck him, the snap of a wrist and elbow leaving the saber spinning through the air towards the soldier who would likely have just clambered to his feet. Would he see the soldier's death? No. It was the harmonious jolt of pain and anguish that he sought as he continued to draw the Force unto himself.
At least until the sound of a familiar voice called out to him and sought to break his focus. A voice that, within his mind, sounded both pleasant and entirely disgusting. Yet it was enough to raise his eyes to meet the man standing across from him closer to the temple. Acknowledging the form of Adieumus Matango, he was reminded of his name as the voice rang out. He was no longer Darth Aion, but even still Kajasecticus remained tethered to the will of the Force.
He cannot hear you, Matango... I'm sorry. They were not supposed to be here...
His focus barely fractured, the ground around him beginning to grow weary with taxation, Kaja tightened his posture. His muscles tensing and his breathing slowed. He could feel the Force around him, within him, within his enemies; even within his comrade. He, however, could not, and would not, distinguish. His rage and pain culminating with the power swelling within him, he lowered his head and with a grit of his teeth and slow motion, extended his arms to his sides as the ground at his feet began to crack and crumble as though the very earth, and the life within it, were retreating from a field forming around him.
He was not keen to kill the man he had traveled here for, nor destroy the temple he had holed himself up in. But the soldiers to his left and his right, and standing across from him behind Adieumus would die there. No matter the cost.
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Post by Adi on Jan 13, 2016 22:35:59 GMT -8
Hello darkness, My old friend....I've come to talk with you again....Skylar watched as Antidar continued his rampage. It just helped to fuel the pain-driven dreams that Skylar had suffered in the bacta tank... Men being torn to pieces in front of his eyes...dying...one by one. He could feel each one's life force being snuffed...both then and now....as the men fell. Whether one, or one thousand, it mattered not. Each created a wound to the former Jedi Master's psyche that would never be able to heal. Each life lost tore another piece of his shattered faith to ribbons. Each one that fell became another aura that Skylar felt as it was extinguished. All of the fear, pain, and suffering that they felt, it ripped away at him, and tore him apart inside. Their pain was now Skylar's to bear.Antidar...rather, Kaja, as the man was NOT the person that had saved Skylar from the surefire death he would have had after his fight with Ashrah Intalbo...was not listening. Instead, he continued to rage....it was as if the past couple of years had been a dream as well. There hadn't been an outburst like this since Kaja had pulled Skylar off Mandalore. Why? The Arkanian did not know. The only important thing now was to stop him.The air around Skylar began to feel very heavy. The very ground beneath Antidar was withering...and falling in. It was not the first time that he had used this ability in the fallen Jedi's presence...and it did not bode well for -anyone- within the area. This was his infamous use of death field...killing every living thing within its reach....and it was building fast.
Antidar was now beyond the point where words would bring him around. Right now, there was only one thing that Skylar could figure out to stop him...but he was not sure he was strong enough to pull it off....Because a vision softly creeping....There was a tickle in Skylar's mind.....someone that shouldn't be there. He had never laid eyes upon a face, but he knew the voice. It was not the first time he had heard it. He knew that she was just trying to apologize for the actions of an out of control individual. There was, however, no way to apologize for someone who was as addicted to something as Antidar was to the immense rush of the darkside. Indeed, it seemed almost like a drug to the man...and every time there was a chance to delve into its deep recesses, Kaja would reach as far into it as he could.
Apologies would not suffice. Not this time...Left its seeds while I was sleeping....Skylar began to remember something that he was probably never meant to remember. For but a brief moment while he was falling out of the bacta tank, as if it were a rip in the very fabric of reality were torn, and the darkness poured out. Was this the event that had caused this terrible outburst from Antidar? Had the darkness penetrated so deeply from that brief second that it sent the man into darkside overdrive? This was becoming too much for Skylar to take. He had come here to Yavin to find peace, not more death and destruction. He would have never given Kaja a hint as to where he was going had he known that this kind of chaos would follow. It was one thing to defend yourself...or people who were caught in the crossfire, such as on Dantooine...but this? This was not something that could be allowed.
There was one thing clear, now...The man had to be stopped.And the vision that was planted in my brain...still remains....He could still hear the shouts of the men that had fought and fallen here at the Blueleaf Temple. They were long dead, and their bodies had become but bones in the ground. They still, however, had voices. Skylar began drawing on them...feeling the pain of each as they fell. The present blended with the past, and the two seemed to become one...at least to the shattered psyche of the former Jedi. He could almost see the men on both sides...blaster bolts flying in every direction. Explosions once again rocked the very ground on which they stood, even with the weapons silenced for several years now. It was not just Kaja, Skylar, and a handful of troops....it was the Battle for Yavin...the very fight in which Winchester had been sent away from after pushing back the Buckets to Yavin Orbit....and sending him into his downward spiral. So many had died here...and they were ALL feeding the anger of the fallen Prince of Angels.
Kaja would not cause another casualty. This would end now. He could feel something building within him that he had not felt since his time training on Arkania. He was now acting on pure instinct...he immersed himself completely in the energies swirling around, both dark and light. The pain of the scores upon scores killed here...the agony they felt as they fell...they all fed Skylar's hatred, and his anger at Kaja for creating more death where none should exist. This was, again, the unnecessary killing of what amounted to innocent men.
His eyes closed, and Skylar took one single, calming breath before reaching out his right hand, almost as if he was reaching out to pull his friend from the middle of the building death field. He was completely, totally, and thoroughly immersed in the force now...neither light nor dark, yet both all at once. Every emotion racing through the Arkanian's mind, heart, body, and soul, they focused on a singular point in his outstretched right hand. He took one more deep breath, inhaling through his nose, and out through his mouth. As he felt the power reach its pinnacle, Skylar spoke, knowing that his words were probably falling upon deaf ears.."Forgive me, my friend. You have no idea how much it pains me to do this."The icy blue eyes of the Arkanian flew open, and he released the built-up power in his palm. The intent? To sever Kaja from the force, and stop this vicious assault in its tracks. This wasn't meant just to interrupt the other man's concentration, but cut him off completely from the Force. Perhaps then his old friend could regain enough control of his unruly darkside to realize what he was doing. It would be very painful, to be sure, but extreme times called for extreme measures, and this was an ace in the hole that Skylar had been keeping to himself...for just such an occasion.
As the first burst of force exploded across the expanse between Kaja and Skylar, the voices...the screams from the soldiers of the past...they were absorbed by the passing energy. It was as if the very essence of the force was being erased on the path of the energy barrelling toward Kaj. A second burst was released, and then a third....each one intensifying in strength. The Arkanian was now starting to walk forward, energy bursting out in all directions, silencing every voice that was lingering in Skylar's mind, the release of their pain to him as the energy washed over their ghostly forms. The only thing that Winchester saw now was Kaja, and his death field. The only thing he could hear was his own footsteps as he stepped forward, closer still to his friend.
If it took cutting him off from the Force to stop Kaja, so be it.Within the sound...of silence....
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Post by Raven Alora on Jan 16, 2016 14:27:42 GMT -8
Ryan, grinned under his helmet as he felt the resistance of someone's legs press against his weapon. The reverberation through the barrel felt good. Any mark he could land on some arrogant force user, especially a darksider, was always a pleasure. And he considered it an honor. The guy needed to learn that throwing temper tantrums was a skill better left to children. Yet, almost at once, some strange female voice echoed in his mind, asking what he had done?
And just what had he done?
Well, he'd caused a drunken power thirsty man to a knee with just a hunk of metal. Perhaps the voice might have meant something more to him. Perhaps it might have even struck regret into his hear, except for one very important thing.
The voice was unfamiliar- and it was not Alora's.
He shook his head, dismissing the voice just lone enough to catch the darksider standing to his feet again, centering himself in the turmoil of darkside energy. The flashing lightsaber- the spinning blade which had clove his brother in half, now came screaming toward him.
But it went too high...
Apparently he should have been standing by now? He might have scoffed at the assumption, had it not been for a good chunk of his armor and flesh about his shoulder being seared to ash. The chilling pain of burn stretched its talons into his arm and chest, throughout his whole body, and he shouted in blistering agony. Where had the saber gone now? He didn't care. His body flailed back on the dying earth, left hand still clinching desperately to the forehandle of the repeater. With his legs, he began to slide backwards- away from his adversary, away from the strange, sickly numbness he suddenly felt spilling forth from him. It was as if the very air had been robbed sustenance. The adrenaline which normally accompanied such a massive injury, never came. In fact, his good arm, and legs felt fatigue, weakened almost to the point of immobility. His visor kept showing him images, but he wasn't sure if his eyes were comprehending them.
Somewhere in the distance, far off in his mind, he thought he heard a boom- again- once more. Perhaps his body was moving rapidly somewhere- cast off to the side like an old power clip, but he couldn't tell. He had no idea his limp, now injured body had been flung off to the right a good few yards, useless right arm flailing beside its owner. And he really didn't care either. He'd done his job.
He had made his enemy kneel.
Raven's foot steps quickened as she felt another pang of sensation wash over her right side. But she almost stumbled to the ground when she sensed a strange, ripping sensation- not just in herself, but in the very fabric of reality. Shouting of thousands of people, that were suddenly silenced. The walls and floors warped and bent around themselves but Alora continued to run- probably no longer in a straight line.
As the small Jedi master reached the front threshold, she leaned against a crumbling pillar to regain her robbed breath, only to see the body of one of her men. She cast her eyes about to assess the situation, but as soon as they passed over Adieumus' figure, her vision shattered and the full force of her innate empathy- unrestrained by the force, collided with her. Slow motion.
Adieumus' determination and anguish.
Kaja's white hot rage and blistering anger, a darkness absolute, overwhelming.
Ryan's ignited pain, disorientation, life force ripped from him.
His warm- satisfied victory.
Raven's breath caught in her throat as she stumbled to where she recalled seeing her eviscerated comrade. Her unstable foot connected with his upper armor and she slowly, shakily sank to her knees on the ground beside him. Fumbling hands found the trooper's helmet and gently pulled it free from his head. Alora's body shuttered, a shallow cry cascading from deep within her, bringing with it broken sobs and hot tears. Every emotion of anguish and torment she felt lancing through her at the moment, only magnified itself in the death of her absolutely faithful companion.
She softly outlined his face with her fingers, then gently picked up his blaster, he'd dropped after loosing control of his limbs. Swallowing the lump of sorrow in her throat, she placed the weapon within the trooper's lifeless hands.
Thank you- my friend. You will never be forgotten. May you be abundantly rewarded for your sacrifice.
Her words were staggered, calm, but laced with bitter anguish. Anger did not taint her soft, threaded voice. She glanced up then, only then realizing that for the moment, the force had forsaken her. Right now she was not a capable, even dangerously practiced Jedi Master. She was a small, blind little girl with the sorrow of everyone around her, crushing her feeble frame. She was, at present, absolutely vulnerable.
And she knew it.
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Post by I'vya Sinistrus on Jan 18, 2016 18:58:25 GMT -8
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