Military Base

22 NPC Jedi Brutes/Temple protectors
-Each armed with 1 saberstaff and core force powers-

The group continued their effort so sunk into the force they were oblivious to all else, all except the five who stood around the force barrier engaging the Sith troops, their saber staffs twirling in a dangerous dance of death as blaster bolts ricocheted off their perfect djem-so technique, the encroaching forces falling feet away, but it was only a matter of time. The very existence of the twentieth two seemed quite trivial to the Sith, they were content to allow their forces to engage knowing in time the sheer numbers would overwhelm the twentieth two, dealing with a few temple guardians was not their objective and whilst the guardians focused on quelling the still raging storm they weren't going to get in the way of the Sith's real focus. However that didn't stop the warriors of light channeling their combined energies against the monster storm, if one were to look through the force they would see a radiant light, pouring, beam like into the center of the storm, the light side energy building, expanding, fracturing the dark energies, soon there would be a cataclysm, a fracturing, the light tearing against the dark and the residuals energies tearing themselves apart and dispersing into the surroundings, once more balance would be restored on this small scale, but at what cost?

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Meanwhile Qas paced back and forth, no Master had he come across, he shook his head and then clamped his hand into a fist.

"It's time for me to be put to the test, that's what was said in my Knighting ceremony, to see how I embrace what it means to be a Knight. I'm not a Padawan anymore I have to make my own decisions be guided by the force."

He saw Elepha look at him differently for a moment, then she just nodded.

"Soooo, Knight Stryker." She said, teasing him. "What's your plan"

Gather what you know, his senses told him the dark side approached, and a great body of it, stretching out through the force he could already feel the chaos, the tumult, quietening his mind he could also perceive a gathered assembly of Jedi toward what Qas knew to be the main entrance, prepared calmly to face down what ever managed to breach this hallowed place. Yet Qas teachings pulled at him like strings, not the teachings of the Jedi, but his Father. Once before his detection his Father had served in the Imperial corps and had passed on tactical and millitary insight that now came to Qas' mind.

"Divide and conquer, fear, power, deception, these are some of the more common tools of the Sith, they don't fight the good fight. Republic, First Order, they have codes son, they play to the rules of engagement, even the Jedi, their methods are all different, but the respect, even if it's begrudgingly it's still given. The Sith, the dark side, from what I have seen of it, the members of it I have dealt with, it's a different animal. They have their sole objective, and they don't care about rules, or what's right, they'll take it, they won't try just the high road or the low road, they will do all the roads and make roads that shouldn't even be roads and then some, do you understand son. They're unpredictable and a law unto themselves, but their weakness is their obsession, their single mindedness, just as much as this is their strength."

How, how could he use this? The Dark side sought power, this could mean they just wanted to display their power by attempting to destroy their Jedi nemesis, but judging by history one would know this could not be achieved in a single assault, so Qas counted this as not what they sought, they sought power incarnate, so the question was, what lay on Felucia within the temple that they craved so much they would bring an army just to get it!

"I don't know what they seek, but it's something they crave, that they didn't have before, something that's here, only the archives will hold the answer. I just hope we can find what it is before it's too late."

*Just as expected, their assault was upon the door. Aerandir kept his mind focused upon the barrier, though not to hold it in place, no... Mentally, he ran over every new detail with every barrage from the powerful darksider outside, the visual in his mind shifting to match each time. It was only a matter of time before it would give...

And once it did, rending free with a shower of debris, Aerandir caught it in the Force. Its inertia transferred to his own body, causing him to slide several feet backward even as the door halted in midair. Immediately after he came to a halt, he pulled one fist back and took a step forward, thrusting it into the center of the door, sending it hurtling towards the advancing agents of darkness.

A brief exhalation was all that followed before he adjusted his stance and removed his lightsaber from his belt, the very same lightsaber that housed the purified Dantari crystal within. As steeped within Ashla as was his very spirit. Even now, in the face of this storm, he stood in complete calm. For only the second time, the lightsaber sang to life, producing a blade of purest white as he held it before him in a defensive position, a visual representation of the beacon of light the Grand Master had devoted himself to become.

He had not ignored the Sithspawn addressing him; simply put, his current task had been far more important. The question had not gone unheard, and only now did he answer,* "What couldn't they want? This is the home of the Jedi Order. Even if it were a feint, we can't simply leave the front door unguarded, can we?"

The two Guardians span their saber staffs easily batting away a flurry of bolts, their minds focused on what they could see before them, their focus was absolute, that was until they felt their trachea suddenly tighten to about the size of a pinhole, even for all of their training there was a moment of shock, their saberstaff's falling groundward as they attempted to focus the force to stave off being rendered unconscious through loss of air, regardless as with everything the Sith did was always a reception, so as the two men rose airborne and danced like some deranged marionettes the Guardians under the seat of this attack from the force believed they had a chance. They were toyed with, of course it was all over in a minute or two, yet time plays a funny rhythm when one is the recipient, of course the one unit of time was the same, it just felt agonisingly drawn out for the two unfortunate souls who were hurled airborne and discarded dog doll like into the force barrier, accompanied by the sickening slick sound of wet blood and the cracking and rending apart of physical matter. They were discarded just as a child mid tantrum throws her toys in protest.

The three remaining Guardians however had perhaps something more about them,for now at least rate was playing a different game with them. For with the recession of the storm came a heightened awareness, they had begun to perceive signatures through the force, of course none were familiar and why should they be, for all that rage, anger and malice was a putrid foreign tongue, a language Jedi didn't speak not understand. Yet feel certain presences they could and hers illuminated like a lighthouse. An erruption of sudden pure and unadulterated rage.

In response, in the same moment the three soon to be remaining guardians leaped somersaulting over the barrier to the left placing themselves with rocks to the left and the wall of the temple behind them, the barrier to their right, the three of them landed to face the slim lithe build before them. A woman, all feline grace, athleticism and roiling in the intense hot emotions of the dark side, she seemed to cock her head to one side and smiled a sinister wry smile as she playfully twirled both saberstaff's around her frame. The sabers of their fallen brethren, how dare she!

"No more Jedi shall fall by your hand this day."

The head of what was now a triangular trio formation spoke as the three Guardians all bent their knees into a soft position, twirled their virtually identical orange blades and set back into Djem-So, then with an unseen signal the merry dance of lethal energy began.

Jedi 1 being the head of the trio was the first to close distance, twirling his staff from his right side to his left to slice diagonally at Luxeria's shoulder, he sought to strike with one blade first then drawing the first blade diagonally from right to left to slice, the second blade would follow in the same motion.

Jedi's 2 and 3 sought to step around to their respective sides, Jedi 2 to the left and 3 to the right, to cut of Luxeria's movement and force her backward. They awaited her response, to either strike or defend as need be, to offer cover to their Jedi brother as need be.

Maroth looked at the Falleen and nodded in agreement. The Sith could be here for any reason, but he still knew that the Sith were most likely here for the artefacts. They rarely did anything without a reason. Only the most chaotic of the Sith would invade a planet simply for the sake of pillage and killing. Their entire focus was increased power and how to get that power in the easiest way possible no matter the cost.

The hulking Sithspawn grinned toothily at the Jedi in response to his banter. The Falleen had the same kind of humor that his childhood teacher, Master Jin'ron, had. Maroth liked this one.

In that case, I suppose I shouldn't hold back at all then.

Oooooo, are we gonna go all glowy-shiny?

If we must. I would rather not have to use that particular technique since we haven't fully mastered it yet, but I supposed drastic times and all.

Maroth released the activators, sheathing the blades with a hiss. Then he brought his hands forward with the palms up and the hilts rose into the air. Different parts from various pockets on his utility belt joined the lightsaber hilts in the air and then with a few alterations joined the two into a single saber staff. Though he had mastered Jar'Kai some years ago, Maroth still felt a connection to the bladed staff style of Rek'Dul. It had been said in times long past that a Ring Defender of the Jensaarai could overwhelm even a Jedi Blademaster in melee combat. Maroth had never been promoted due to being kidnapped by a deranged Sith, but his martial skill level was that of a high-level Defender.

Maroth was not done however. He stood in a relaxed, natural stance. His feet shoulder-width apart with his hands, one holding the now complete saberstaff, by his side. Force users would be able to sense Force energy from both the Light side and the Dark side begin to swirl around him in eddying currents almost as if it were the blood running though his body. Then he began to speak in a small voice audible to only the two next to him almost as if he were muttering under his breath.

Where there is Light there is Darkness, where there is Darkness there is Light;
Through Passion bound in Patience, there is Knowledge;
Through Knowledge forged in Strength, there is Power;
Through Power entwined in Serenity, there is Order;
Through Order unified with Chaos, there is Balance;
Through Balance, there is the Force;
The Force shall set me free.

With those last words, the currents of energy encircling his body exploded into raging torrents of barely regulated chaos. The very air around him was vibrated at such a frequency it caused the molecules to become ionized. This manifested itself in a lightning-like phenomenon which arced from his body to random spots around him. Then those same torrents of Force energy began to become more focused. Maroth had begun to draw both the Light and the Dark energy into himself as his two dual natures began to meld into one being.

Come let us be one once again.

Let our Maker tremble.

We are Balance.

Maroth's eyes flew open, but they were no longer the vivid purple hued color as before. His right eye was as if a miniature sun had been implanted in his skull. Such was the searing light that issued from it. His left eye a deep yawing pit of eternal darkness that seemed to devour the light just as the other eye produced it. Occasionally lightning still arced from his body to the ground or wall, but not in the same frequency that it just had been. His voice changed as well. It was as if two people were speaking at the same time in perfect harmony creating an altogether new sound.

To be honest we did not want to use this technique in battle yet, but the Force wills what it pleases. Even though I don't know truly how long I can hold this power, it will be long enough. Let them come.