Ask Coruscant Attack on Coruscant Prison

[Sol Puara]

Sol wasn’t completely ignorant of the thin fracture in the mask and what it meant. It wasn’t going to simply go away, and it would linger as a problem. It began to get bigger, and he knew it would only be moments before it began to leak and put his life in danger. However, his focus was on the younger Sith and ending him.

The Kel Dor could see that Talak was injured from the lightning, his movements weaker and sluggish. Sol called the Force to himself to prepare for any attacks, and the telekinetic blast came almost immediately. By then, he had the Force collected around himself. As the blast came at him, it sent him sailing back, but he remained on his feet.

Sol didn’t stop there, skidding back as he coiled the Force around Talak’s torso. This was the true might of a Champion as the Force tightly compressed around him. With a casual flick of his wrist, he sent Talak flying to the side like a rag doll in an attempt to slam him harshly against the adjacent wall.

“Did you think you would try to be a hero today and the Jedi would welcome you with open arms?” The Kel Dor hissed, attempting to send Talak now flying at the opposite wall to slam him if he still had the hold on him. His blade remained in his right hand, and he was prepared to counter against any attacks, “You will never belong with them. You will never belong anywhere. This was your place. We were your kin.”

 

[Darth Vyrassu]

Roan's attack hit true, wrecking through the kitty cat's (@Nashyr Ris) body and causing so much damage the Jedi almost past out. But against all odds, the Jedi still managed to bring up her lightsaber after to deflect some of Roan's lightning.

It didn't matter to Roan, as the Sith champion was fully aware of her environment and unharmed, so she simply moved to the side to dodge the reflect of lightning, stopping her cast of it a second after. It was better for her stamina to only use a burst of lightning anyway. At the same time, even if the randomly appearing Jedi (@Saul Devan) managed to pull or push Roan's arms, Roan's initial attack had already landed and done it's damage; it wouldn't make much difference to Roan if a small amount of her lightning was sent elsewhere, as once again she'd stop the flow of it a second later.

After Roan's lightning was deflected and she dodged out of it's way, she poured her focus into using Force stasis on the severely weakened Jedi (@Nashyr Ris) instead. Since the Jedi was so weak, so close to blacking out, Roan assumed it was likely that the Jedi would be caught in the stasis and unable to move. If the stasis worked, Roan would run forward quickly to close the 5m between them and swing her saber to cut Jedi's head in half.

It was unlikely that the Jedi (@Saul Devan) had made it so far to push or grab the champions arms because of numerous reasons. Not only did he face one of Calix's apprentices, but he walked through a hallway that had three of Roan's apprentices, all being watched over by @Jerex Dorn. One of Roan's apprentices turned around when he noticed a Jedi (@Saul Devan) and sent a small burst of Force lightning at the Jedi's left side. A second apprentice of Roan's saw the same Jedi (@Saul Devan) and attempted to use Force Stasis on the Jedi's left arm, in hopes that his fellows attack would hit.

Roan's third apprentice saw a unknown woman (@Thalia Windraider) enter the hallway with a blaster. As the unknown woman (@Thalia Windraider) went to shoot at a fellow Sith, the apprentice used a Force push on the woman's arm/hand holding the blaster, in attempt to make at least the first shot she fired go off course. None of Roan's apprentices had brought anything but explosives, so they had to rely on the Force.

@Killa Ree @Nightfall @GABA

 

[Talak Rand]

Sol was sent flying back, and Talak was just thankful that there wasn't a follow up attack. Oh, there it was. He felt Sol's energy wrap around him and throw him against a wall.

He managed to wrap his own energy around himself, lessening the blow against the first wall. Rather than feeling like he'd been hit by a truck it felt like he'd been body tackled. Much better.

Then it was to the other wall. The impact reverberated through the entirety of his body. He heard the man spitting out his lies and insults, but it felt far away. He knew all he had to do was buy himself enough time for the mask to burst, but with each attack that seemed further away from being possible.

No... he gasped. The Jedi may never accept him. A man who stood here and fought with fear and anger, but that wasn't why he was here. He was here because he wanted the nightmares to stop. He wanted to be able to look in the mirror. He was tired of the guilt.

I was born into this Order, and you couldn't even keep me, he spat. Defiant to the end, he realized the end was drawing closer with every moment. He wanted his final moments and thoughts to drift to Trys, but he didn't dare. She was already in enough danger without his thoughts being read and marking her out for further punishment.

If this is the end, it's an end I can live with, he said, gripping his lightsaber - actually, no, it was a Jedi lightsaber - and driving his feet forward. A Jedi had once asked him how many lives his death would have to save to be worth it. He wondered what the number was. How many people would be saved because he'd stalled Sol Puara. He hoped it was more than only a few. At the time, he thought it would have had to be more. Now he discovered the truth for himself.

He forced one foot in front of the other and closed in on the Champion once again. His saber swept up from his own bottom left to top right, but his movements weren't as smooth anymore. Surely, Champion or not, Sol had to be feeling drained from their fight as well.

Every second bought is a life, he told himself. It probably wasn't worth nearly that much, but it made the thought easier. Somehow it eased the agonizing pain in every one of his muscles.

 

[Sin Windrider]

Balal could sense the danger in the ren as he returned to the ground. But there was nothing he could do in that split second. As he landed, he naturally looked around and then down to find the trouble. The concussion grenade went off at his feet and just a meter from him. Close enough to rattle him and sent him stumbling backward another couple of meters.

His head was spinning, even in his helmet his ears rang with a whining buzz feeling. But the power of the shadow was still within him. He held onto it was the grenade went of rather then the push he had before intended. His head rattled, his eyes would see double, but they did see movement in his peripheral view.

Balal shot his hands out to his left and right, splaying his fingers wide, keeping his thumb hooked on his saber hilt. The shadow responded, unleashing a repulsive force blast 360 degrees that centered around him, anything withing 30 meters of him would be sent flying backward and likely feel as if it were hit by speeder car.

In the confusion and defensive attack, the comm of his helmet chirped. "Enemy air support incoming." His BG droid said in droid basic. Even in his state, he had no dilutions about his droid's ability to dog fight. "Break off. Evade and wait for my signal in the lower levels." He commanded. Immediately, the Tie Elder transferred full power to the deflector screen and engine. Breaking his hover and evading the other incoming Tie.

As his vision started to clear, Balal would look around for the mando. If the repulse had done it's job to 'take out' the warrior, he would move on. Heading for the door off the landing pad that lead into the prison. He the mando was still handing, the echani would ready his blade once again and build the shadow within himself once again.


@Darasuum

 

[Jerex Dorn]

Well, the party was getting more and more crowded, just like the old legionnaire expected, in the distance he saw the silhouette of the ranger that accompained him ( @GABA ) and barely managed to deflect the bolts that came his way all thanks to the aid of one of the acolytes. The ranger's shots, even if they didn't hit their mark, could have potentially saved the young jedi's life, seeing how Jerex had to abruptly stop his lightning to focus on his defense, only the initial stream of lightning being shot towards Saul (@Nightfall) which, while still painful and strong if they hit their target, weren't quite as lethal as Jerex intended.

So, now with his attention drawn away from the jedi who now had another problems to deal with, Jerex noticed another ranger that had just arrived (@Kestrel) And was trying to take cover so close to him, that could pose a problem, he didn't need two people trying to shoot at him at the same time, even if he had the aid of the other acolytes, he wasn't the best at using a lightsaber, having specialized in using the force for a reason. So, instead of letting her shoot at him twice so he would have to deflect them, instead, he called upon the force again, using it to push the crate she was using as cover towards her, Bast's own cover would be impacting against her with moderate strength before she got the chance to shoot at Jerex, it would hurt, she could be knocked on the floor or even lose her weapon as a result of the sudden hit, but what was sure is that now she was out of cover, vulnerable, the crate having moved a few meters after that. Of course, Jerex was also looking out for the other ranger, if she tried to shoot at him again, he would be forced to be on the defensive and not put as much strength into his attack once more, but she had other things to worry about besides him.

 

[Roland Rook]

Roland landed, seeing the stumbling warrior get laid out by not one, not two, but all four blast bolts from the Ranger's trusty side arm. It looked like he was reeling form the concussion grenade but the T-visor wearing dark sider would end up getting laid out flat by the blaster bolts before anything else could happen. Roland stood behind the pillar in cover for a moment, blaster trained on the unmoving and dead body of the dark sider, craning his hooded helmet for a moment to see if there was any other sign of life.

Pushing off from the pillar his heart was still beating in his ear. Walking cautiously over to the body he saw the Mandalorian like helmet looking up at the sky. The smell of burnt flesh even reached inside his own helmet causing his face to curl.

"One lightsaber assailant neutralized on landing platform 3-A. I could use a ride if there's a seat that could be spared." He spoke over the Ranger channel so that any Rangers in the area might hear and not just Kal. His helmet turned to look towards the entrance, still lacking any movement for the time being though he was pretty sure whomever was inside was going to come back out that way and the Mandalorian was not keen facing another saber jockey alone.

First he used his foot to push the lightsaber a little further away and pulled the blaster from Sin's holster. Roland kept his blaster on the corpse. The face of the Echani was not what he had expected as he removed the helmet. Then again he wondered how many people expected his own face if they saw it. Picking the lightsaber up he placed it on his belt. "Scratch that. I think I have an idea."

@Taz Autohit from ignoring blaster bolts

 

[Nashyr Ris]

This was it.

This was the end. She knew it was time... knew it in her bones. But a very specific thought rang home for her then; a single thought that brought her back.

Death is not the end. I am one with the Force.

When Roan had been interrupted, the Cathar's eyes suddenly opened. Her limbs felt like they were on fire, her body screamed in pain... but she never felt so clear-headed and calm before. She suddenly lashed one palm forward, and when the Sith began to step to pin her in place, Nashyr defended.

Her grip in the Force lashed around the woman's mask and throat, and shoved back hard with intent to slam her into the wall to break her focus and keep her at bay before the stasis could happen. She focused her strength, her determination, into one single powerful wave of focus in the Force towards the Champion, her face a mask of determination, of power and raw, pure untapped Force potential.

She had been so weak before, but now, she felt fueled. It was agonizing and it would cost her what little time she had left... but she was damned if she wasn't going to die doing nothing. She was going to keep pushing her away until she could make a clean break for it... or until she would die.

However... her strength began to fail her. At least she could try to keep the Sith at bay, but her vision steadily grew darker, until she lolled back and was unconscious. Her last thought was one of peace. He knows now... and I only hope he can forgive me. Forgive me, Orii, for not being strong enough. I will see you soon. And then the Jedi was unconscious. She only hoped she could buy enough time to let the others escape, but she knew the likelihood of surviving this was an impossible odd. And yet... she didn't mind. Death, yet the Force.

@Dread

 

[Hannibal Grayza]

Hannibal's surprise thrust barely missed it's intended target, lightly scorching the darksider's light shoulder instead of running him through. In response to the sudden movement, the young Knight adjusted his own stance in kind, stepping and rotating left again to keep himself off the dueling line. He flicked his saber downwards to bite deep into the shoulder it was already touching before the vibroblade could come up and around to knock it away

The inside of Hannibal's left wrist turned and his elbow bent against the blow from the vibroblade, leaning in slightly, his guard still solid as his 'thrust' hadn't actually involved moving his arm, blade returning to a normal length. The two blades would lock together due to the force and distance, preventing either from easily making another attack, with Hannibal on top providing downward pressure.

The Knight's right hand reacted quickly to the prisoner closing the distance, close combat training taking hold. The Force that had been swirling through the Jedi finally being wielded as a weapon on its own. Hannibal reinforced himself with Tutaminis, absorbing a good amount of the electric attack while the rest surged up his arm, leaving arcing surface burns and spasming muscles in its wake. The Knight followed up with a concentrated telekinetic push targeting the prisoner's center mass. The push would have enough power to force the breath from his lungs and send him up to 5 meters back down where Hannibal had come from, maybe even clip the wall, the sudden close-range burst also forcing Hannibal back and away from the darksider.

The Jedi would skid-roll to a stop several meters down the hall and properly righted himself low to the ground, shaking his gently smoking right arm and dropping his deactivated shoto, unable to keep proper hold of it. He'd spread out the damage through his body and grounded the shock to avoid a disabling injury, but his muscles were spasming in protest and he would need a few moments to himself to get properly moving again. His right arm in particular hurt like hell and was half-numb. His left arm still holding the lightsaber was mostly unaffected, holding it up in a defensive posture in case of a follow up.

His grin was gone now, replaced with an irritated frown. This was taking far too long, and he didn't know what was happening to the others. His distant danger sense had been pushed to the side in favor of focusing on the fight in front of him. He hoped the others would make it, but he had his own work to do. He could deal with other things after he'd gotten out alive.

What really drew the attention of his intuitive senses was the duel one room over between a presence that was somehow familiar and a particularly hateful and heavy one, too close to properly tune out. He sure hoped he didn't have to get involved in whatever the hell that was.
@Orbit

 

[Darth Occidius]

Calix's assault on the Jedi seemed to be having the intended effect, overwhelming him with sheer power. He didn't seem to be the most experienced combatant, but he at least seemed reasonably powerful with a good sense about him. The Champion could respect that. The Jedi was trying to flee, burned badly and his guts full of hot shrapnel. The Champion could respect that too, in all honesty.

The problem was the Jedi(@TWD26 ) hadn't been saved purely by his own quick thinking, but by the interference of the purple-skinned twi'lek now fleeing the fight after her push. That wasn't going to fly with him. Calix gathered the Dark Side in his left hand and quickly darted to his right six meters in under a second, curled fingers crackling maliciously with electric power. The hand pushed outward, firing a concentrated bolt like a lightning strike at the retreating back of the twi'lek Jedi(@WiffWaffs ), two more joining it, one each directed at the reptilian(@Insalius ) Ranger and the female human(@GABA ) Ranger. The strikes at this distance were quick and accurately aimed towards center mass, capable of delivering severe injury and sending the person hit flying, but not quite enough to kill as a result of the range and multiple targets.

Calix's rapid movement made him difficult to target, but his lightsaber would still deflect any incoming shots at him back in the general direction of their source, particularly as he began to walk slowly towards the door the various groups were retreating towards. As he moved, the air around Calix's left hand begin to shimmer and shine, a flicker of flame sparking to life and gathering in his palm. The Dark Side was focused, beginning to form itself into a potent pyrokinetic projectile that he intended to launch at the gathered defenders by the door with the explosive force of a fire grenade unless they got their asses moving.

The Champions were given a job by the Eternal and these people were in the way. They were going to be removed from their path one way or the other, and Calix was going to go with whatever option was the most expedient. His walking advance was covered by his lightsaber guard, ready to deflect blaster shots as needed.

"Flee or join the regretful dead!" his amplified and mask-altered voice shouted out, waves of hate and fear emanating out from his position to encourage panic and retreat in the defenders. Calix was tired of this game, and it was time to get serious.

Calix's remaining apprentice, too far from the vibroblade explosion to be affected, focused herself on the male human Jedi(@Nightfall ), dashing in with a burst of Force Speed and swinging her lightsaber horizontally to cleave him in half at the waist, her left hand vibroblade up and ready in case of reprisal.

 

[Bast Emblai]

Bast gasped as the crate she had taken cover behind rammed into her, knocking her flat. She only barely managed to hold onto her rifle. She’s lost her cover and needed to get out of her prone position. The ranger rolled painfully to her knees. Nothing was broken, but her head was throbbing, despite her helmet and Bast’s vision was dotted temporarily with black. The Sith (@Versok) seemed occupied, so she fired three more shots at his chest, one quickly after the other. Lethal shooting was frowned upon, but Emblai was doubtful they would hit true. In fact, they were intended as distraction. She ran her forward at the man’s right side in order to charge and crowd him before ducking into a roll.

 

[Rizkacha]

As the Twi'lek continued to run, there was an encroaching sense of dread that began to fill her senses until finally it spiked, a sharp pain shooting through her lekku and forcing her to turn around on pure instinct. She barely had time to notice the lightning coming straight for her, and threw her hands forward to try to project a barrier to protect against the attack. Of course, she was only an apprentice and it was hastily constructed, and Calix's attack was still out of her league.

Despite the barrier, lightning still got through and began to rack the body of the Twi'lek with pain, quickly evaporating what sweat had accumulated from the previous bouts of force usage in a cloud of burnt-smelling smoke. Likewise, the woman was thrown back further towards the exit, landing harshly on her back from the blast. Her normally purple arms were already starting to redden in irritation under her armor, which wasn't helping anything, and pain was coursing through her in waves, telling her that her nerves were possibly damaged as well. It took all of her willpower and what dwindling strength in the force she had left to keep moving. Assuming she wasn't killed, she'd have some nasty scars. Once more, she reached for her lightsaber but kept it deactivated. She'd need it if there was a follow-up. Once more, she continued to make her way to the exit, albeit at a slower pace than before.

@Mr. Teatime
//Attempted retreat.

 

[Darth Vyrassu]

Roan felt a grip on her face and throat and it sent her skidding back, thwarting her stasis attempt by forcing the Sith Champion to focus on digging her heels in and resisting anything more. The Jedi passed out shortly after, giving her no chance to do a follow through so Roan pressed on. Now she didn't need to do anything to subdue the Jedi and cut her head off.

As planned before, she closed the small gap between the two, but this time grabbing the unconscious Jedi (@Nashyr Ris) by her hair and slicing off her head without stopping her movement forward. She wanted to stay a moving target so she wouldn't be easily hit by anyone trying to stop her. This was her fight. Her Jedi to kill.

If everything went to plan, if Roan was not stopped, the Jedi's head would be gripped in the Sith Champions hand tightly as she kept her movement going. She kept her senses sharp while she gazed around the room for her next target. There were many still locked in heated battle

But then she noticed one Jedi limping away and smiled a toothy, dark smile that only one bathed deeply in the Dark Side could pull off. Without stopping, she threw her hand back that had the head, then thrust it forward so the Jedi's head would fall in front of the retreating Jedi (@Oren Zapan) and screamed, "Don't forget your friend!" with a loud cackle that could be heard over the chaos.

@Killa Ree @TWD26

 

[Thalia Windraider]

Thalia felt her blaster arm jolt backwards, the bolts she fired missing their target, scorching the ceiling above her. One of the apprentices to the champions had taken notice of her arrival, sparing the Legionnaire from her attack. Her eyes followed the Jedi who were falling in battle and she felt her stomach drop, this was not their victory today. She backed a few steps, reaching for her comm to alert the rest of the Rangers and CSF members who were still in the prison. It was then she caught something from the corner of her eye and the attack came swiftly from the Sith Champion.

She flew back several meters from the strike, her body riddled with a pain she could not even compare to anything she had experienced in her life. Her body came to a stop after skidding along the floor, her hand grasping and pressing tightly to where the bolt had struck her center; she couldn't catch her breath and looked down at her hand, seeing the red stain of blood. She needed to get out, or else she would not make it. Pushing herself backwards to the wall, she pushed herself up, feeling the sweat beading on her forehead as the Champions voice warned of their continued offense. The comm had flew from her hand and Thalia stumbled backwards, picking it up before falling back against the wall.

"Fall back, Rangers, FALL BACK!" she gasped before dropping the device. She gritted her teeth through the pain, needing to get to the loading dock for extraction.

/EXIT ATTEMPT

 

[Sol Puara]

The Kel Dor’s breathing was slightly more labored as the mask continued to crack. However, he was satisfied to see Talak tossed around and sustain more injuries. As the Sith spoke, Sol felt more rage course through him. He spun on his heel to face Talak, not nearly as taxed as the younger Sith, but feeling exhaustion slowly creeping in.

While Talak was still on the ground, he tapped into Ender’s mind in the next room, “Get yourself out. The Eternal seeks you. Do so now,” Sol then sent the same mental note to the other Champions, relaying to them that their target had been found and would hopefully be meeting them soon. It was after that that Sol focused back on the battle at hand, watching Talak peel himself off the ground and come in for another attack.

“Pathetic,” Sol growled as he saw the sluggish movements and the swinging saber coming in. The saber made it up almost halfway before the Kel Dor’s blade stopped its trajectory with his own blade. The Champion swiftly pivoted on his right foot and brought up his left free hand to unleash inferno into the right, exposed flank of the young Sith. It would be a quick attack, the burning heat enough to course up his torso and begin to roast him.

“Then meet your end,”Sol spat out as he launched the attack, malice and venom dripping from his words.

@Phoenix @Orbit @Dread @Mr. Teatime

 

[Kal Zyn Dross]

Kal had only just gotten into position when the lightning came, unable to dodge away from it from his position. His whole body screamed with pain as he dropped his rifle, only barely conscious but still alive. He still had to try, though. "Run! Get out of here!" He would hold the door for any escaping Ranger or Jedi, then limp as fast as he could with them to the landing pads. He hoped at least one of them would make it, supporting who he could if they couldn't walk. His wounds hurt less than the knowledge of how powerless he was.

/attemptedexit

 

[Roland Rook]

"I'm going to need you to have your pilot back off that TIE fighter Kal. I'm going to wrangle it. Head back to help with the evac." (@Insalius ) he said and made sure the body of Sin was out of sight. It was a risky plan, one that was probably going to end up getting complicated sooner rather than later.

Occasionally he would glance back towards the entrance. It was clear there was some explosives that were planted and no backup was coming. In fact everyone was evacuating and for good reason. Roland was alone with a cooling body. He had to think fast. Out of sight from the landing pad he pulled the helmet of the Knight of Ren up to where his own mouth would be and spoke into the open helmet. His finger hooked in to make sure the vocabulator was working and the commlink as well.

"Bring my ship around" He said simply to the droid that had been piloting the ship. To the automaton it would sound like its master. A moment would pass and then the iconic scream of the TIE Elder would be heard before the ship was scene. It waited there, patiently, some binary came back from the droid stating it had arrived and was waiting, wondering where its master and opponent were. "Open the cockpit. This is going to be a fast exit." He said trying to sound like a menacing dark sider. The hiss of the cockpit opened shortly after.

Taking a deep breath he dipped out of cover, launching himself up and toward the TIE fighter with the aid of his jump boots. As he moved he fired the ascension gun attachment on his blaster. Roland would take every kind of advantage he could get when dealing with the wild ride in store. He tried angling his feet to meet the ship first so his mag-boots could lock onto the hull. A satisfying click followed just before the astromech jerked thee controls causing him to roll the fighter and throw the uninvited Mandalorian back out. The screams of the astromech added to the cacophony of the twin ion engine a moment later.

<"Hold still you son of a-"> He cursed in Mando'a, his free hand smacking into the side of the cockpit hard as he reached to take control of the starfighter. He needed to lockout the astromech before he crashed them into the side of the prison. After some nausia induced spinning he finally managed to accomplish just that and steadied the starfighter to where it just hung in the air or a moment. A stressful exhale came from the cross visored Mandalorian. Finally holstering his blaster pistol he took the controls of the ship. "Never been in one of these."

Guiding the starfighter back over to the landing pad he set it down over the cooled remains of his airspeeder. He switched off the astromech using the controls its master had put in place. Roland exited the ship again and went back to the body of the man and dragged him back to the starfighter. The body needed to be identified for later so he was going to be taking it away from this place along with the navigation information of previous hyperspace jumps still stored in the memory banks of the astromech droid. "I don't know who you are or where you came from....but I aim to....oof." He stuffed the body inside the minimal and easily cramped interior of the starfighter with barely enough space for Roland to still pilot it.

"This is Sector Ranger Roland Rook. I have commandeered one of the assailant's TIE Elder starfighters. Transmitting IFF tag now." He said and began piloting the vessel away to a safe. "Please don't shoot me." He added just in case. He wondered how many people were going to believe what had just happened.

//exit thread

 

[Talak Rand]

Talak wasn't aware of the message going out for the retreat, but if he had he would have felt a sense of relief. Perhaps he had helped stay the destruction and the deaths of the people in the prison.

Sol darted forward and met Talak's strike with his own, stopping it short. Talak pivoted with his opponent and brought his left hand up, over his right arm against the raging inferno. He deflected the fire around him, streaming to his sides, but even then all it did was save him from a swift death.

Heat closed in around him. The Force-deflected energy closed in around him, heating the air nearby until he could barely breathe through the stifling heat. He could feel its singe against his right side. The arm - most exposed - began to burn with pain and aony.. The fibers of his clothes nearly caught flame, and Talak let out a guttural cry under the pain and strain. He knew that he would be drained before the Champion was, and continued his goal to buy time. That was all there was for him now.

He slashed with his right arm low from left to right again, looking to catch the Champion in the legs. It cost him more of his right arm, almost beyond use as it was singed harshly, but he hoped the fires might obscure the attack. He had little hope that it would hit, but with any luck at all it might at least distract him long enough to buy Talak extra time. That was all he could do now... buy enough time for others to live.

 

[Darth Invictus]

The saber burned his shoulder but with him already pivoting away and using his vibro-sword to keep it between him and the lightsaber, it prevented the weapon from burying too deep into him as it was kept away. His grip on the Jedi's right wrist worked and the lightning struck against the skin. The Jedi however still had the force surround him and used it for the defense but even with that, some damage was dealt.

Seeing that the Jedi planned on using a force push against him, Ender let go of the man's wrist before bringing his free hand in front, preparing at least a small modicum of force so that he wouldn't be completely derailed from the move. With the Jedi holding a weapon in the same hand that he used to push as well, it would still push him back but not be as crushing as the man intended. He went back the distance that was intended and was about to launch himself back at the man but then the Sith Lord's message came through the force, telling him to flee to the Eternal as it seeked him. Ender wanted to continue the fight but he couldn't ignore such an order.

When his feet finally stopped skidding, Hannibal still needed to collect himself and held his saber up in the defensive with his other hand. Ender didn't follow up, instead of using the force to summon the shoto that was dropped into his free hand. He didn't hesitate as he spun around and used the force to dash down the hallway unnaturally quick while his opponent dealt with the arm spasms and general pain of his wound.

Ender went off his memory when he was first transported here, recalling where one of the guards took his equipment. He moved through the hallways like a blur, ignoring everything in his path as his eyes scanned from left to right. When he finally found the room, he slammed the shoto into the door control and it opened automatically to let him. Speed was his friend and he moved into the room without hesitating as it was filled with lockers. With one smooth motion of his hand, each door of the locker crunched before being ripped off the hinges and revealing the contents. He only went for the helmet and his lightsaber that were arranged in one of the lockers neatly.

Departing from the inventory room, he held his lightsaber in his left hand and dropped the vibro-sword with his left and traded it out for the shoto. The mask fully slid on top of his head as Ender's golden eyes would only be visible in the eye sockets. He didn't stop moving and bolted toward the presence of the Sith Lord and another, it somewhat familiar but there was too much chaos for him to fully recognize it. When he was about to enter the room of the duel, he was able to see the hole in the wall where he could escape and hear the sound of lightsabers clashing against each other.

Ender was about to leap through the hole but when he turned his head and caught the fight, he halted in his tracks as he nearly skidded. His golden eyes flickered as he stared at Talak fighting the Sith Lord. Emotions he didn't know he had flooded over him, betrayal, hurt, anger, hit him all at once and became palpable enough for Talak to notice and even made the air heavier with invisible weight. His one friend had shown up to the prison, the man who prevented Ender from taking his own life, the one who introduced him into the Legionnaires, the Dark Side, and taught him everything he knew. But it wasn't to rescue him or help, it was to betray his own kind and to keep Ender locked behind bars. He took a slight step forward, hissing his name softly, "Talak?" Pure venom laced his voice that was almost unnatural.

He was about to join in the battle with the champion but Hannibal would have recovered by now and could sense him closing in. Ender's jaw tightened as his teeth grounded into each other, his fist shaking but he knew he couldn't stay. His golden eyes remained on Talak only for a moment longer until he leaped through the hole and disappeared into the darkness. This wasn't the last time they would see each other, he would make sure of it.

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[Hannibal Grayza]

Hannibal had expected a continuation of the fight, the Living Force flowing through him to allow for a rapid recovery from the stunning effects of the prisoner's attack. He was ready for any attack, totally ready, definitely. But he was not ready for him to just leave.

The Knight's shoto was called with the Force and he flicked his lightsaber out to slice it in half but was just a hair too slow and off balance. Damn it, that was his! Not much he could do about it for a while longer, however, so he was forced to just watch Ender dash away down the hall. Hannibal took a deep breath, letting the Force flow through him and his injuries, washing much of the pain away if not the burns themselves and allowing his muscles to relax.

After some time he slowly stood up, gathered his wits, and got his ass moving. He ran down the hall and around the corner, following his instincts and Ender's path through the building, past the torn-open inventory room and towards the sounds of combat and the distressingly strong darkness that swirled around with it.

He turned the corner too late, the prisoner having already left. Hannibal could feel his presence well out of his reach. What was here was a kel'dor with a cracked mask doing his very damndest to set another darkly dressed guy on fire. The young Knight didn't recognize the alien, but at this distance there was no way he wouldn't recognize the distinct presence of the Arcanist. In a moment he took in the situation. His spine tingled, skin feeling like ice had run over it, the Force warning him of the danger of fighting here.

Hannibal didn't hesitate. He was a Jedi, after all. "I know who you are!" he yelled as he began his advance down the hall, eyes sharp with focus and expression stubbornly determined. His red right arm reached out and so did the Force, trying to take hold of the kel'dor's flame spewing left hand to sharply twist and slam it into the nearby wall. Ideally this would snap the offending wrist, but Hannibal knew his target was stronger than he was. He hoped it would at least spare the Arcanist more burns and cover his joining the fray.

The young Knight closed in right after, darting forward to the Arcanist's left with a burst of speed, avoiding any residual flames, and activated the dual-phase button on his lightsaber to double its length. Maintaining his side-face stance just outside of standard saber reach, Hannibal thrust the rapidly extending blade towards the joint kel'dor's right shoulder in an attempt to cripple his weapon arm, his own right arm up and across his torso palm forward.

"You will leave this place in a box you creepy bastard!" he announced during his attack, trying to draw the kel'dor's attention. The aggression was mostly feigned, as internally Hannibal was rather calm. Not his wisest decision, but maybe the Arcanist would think of something. He was a clever guy.

@Phoenix

 

[Jerex Dorn]

Jerex Dorn smirked under his mask as the crate rammed against the ranger, who was one of the few that decided to keep fighting on, a laugh of amusement came from him as she aimed at him once more, she may have thought that he was distracted, but it was quite the opposite, with everyone else either being zapped, retreating or dying and the time it took her to be stand up and shoot at him again, his eyes were only set on Bast, the first two shots would be deflected into the sky, while the last one would be reflected back at her, aimed towards her shoulder, with no cover and at a close distance, it would be hard for her to not take the hit.

"Your allies are retreating, you should do the same if you don't want your life to be ended for nothing" The Knight of Ren said to her, getting closer but without any visible intention of attacking "I have other things to do, it would be wise not to attack me now and run away, you can't take us all on your own" Jerex added as he basically walked past her, lightsaber still in hand to defend himself if he saw even the slightest intention to attack. After that, he would start taking a faster pace as he went deeper into the prison, being the first to do so as he was spearheading the assault with the explosive team. It won't take long for him to come across the fight that was still happening on the other side of the prison, following the powerful signature that came from that fight even in the middle of the chaos.

@Kestrel