Bad Blood

[Narsi]

Bad Blood
@Narsi @Kaane
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Gren froze and stopped short on the ramp of the civilian freighter, blocking the way for a moment as she gazed down through the opening at the busy street. Her plan, it had just hit a major snag that she had completely forgotten to consider. The Sullustans, she'd forgotten just how....tiny they could be, heck if she remembered correctly, even the tallest wouldn't make it up to her shoulders. How the heck was she going to blend in and look inconspicuous when she was the tallest thing around? Gren gulped as she watched a small child and its mother slowly come wandering by, the child staring with wide eyes and craning its head around to continue staring at her as it was dragged by. Yup, blending in was definitely going to be a no go. This was going to look just amazing on her report, and for her first mission lead in a while too.

About to sigh and give the wall a good whack out of self frustration, Gren's last thought finally struck her and she stopped mid action as the implication hit home. Slowly, guiltily, Gren glanced behind her at her partner, a Nautolan initiate, young, inexperienced, and very dependent on her in this situation Taking a short calming breath, Grem shoved away every little doubt and frustration she'd just developed, recomposing herself into what she hoped was a strong confident Knight. Pulling her cloak tightly about her, concealing her armor and weapons, all her usual gear, she turned to the younger Jedi with a smile. "Well Nak, are you ready to go? From here on out its a straight shot to the target, and things might heat up without warning. Do you have any last minute questions?"

Honestly, Gren didn't approve of her partner choice, not in the slightest. Sure she liked the kid, even if she didn't like some of his principles, and she had no right to criticize someone fighting at a young age. Surely he was going to make a wonderful Jedi one day. But this, a secret mission of this magnitude? Nak was just to young and inexperienced for it, and probably not the right match for a stealth mission of all things. Heck, SHE probably wasn't a good match for the mission, her being a seven foot Barabel who normally charging headfirst into the thick of battle. It was the Council's will however, so here she was, doing her duty as ordered. And she would do her best to support and guide her young charge as well, trusting in the force to see everything come out alright.

 

[Kaane]

"Dah dah daaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh, dah dah daaaaaaahhhhhhhh, dah dah dahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, dah dah..."

Nak was busy humming the tune to one of his new favorite instrumentals currently on his headphones as he exited the ship behind Gren, the pair of Jedi barely fitting in with each other, much less the spaceport crowded with Sullustans, some of them even shorter than he was. It was odd, this being the first time he was ever out of Jedi space, and surrounded by unfamiliar presences in the Force. Without his music to calm him, it would be a rather unsettling scenario. Why the hell he was even here was another question entirely...a stealth mission like this seemed a little out of his comfort zone. Probably one of his old teaching masters had something to do with it, making sure he wasn't just some completely useless medic and actually knew how to perform these sort of clandestine operations as a Knight. Still, it was somewhat morally questionable to him; he never even considered the Jedi would do something underhanded like this. But as long as nobody got killed and the Sith were hampered in their own quest to kill millions, it wouldn't matter too much. He had his lightsaber and armor on under his travelling cloak, but he would definitely be very hesitant to use them.

Lost in thought and the reiteration of the main synth riff, however, he became a lot less aware of his surroundings. When the giant wall of reptile stopped to turn back towards Nak, he walked straight into her, bumping into her at full walking speed before he pulled back and apologized profusely.

"Aha...I'm ready, man," said Nak in response to her query, rubbing the back of his head through his tentacles in embarrassment. "I follow you, don't go anywhere alone unless you tell me, and let you do the talking. Easy."

He smiled back at Gren, meeting her slitted eyes with his twinkling spheres of black. Like most of his other Jedi comrades, Nak enjoyed her presence, even if she nearly scared him half to death the first time they met and she came up right behind him while he was engrossed in a horror-themed Holovid. He felt like there was something really, really dark about her that she had never told him, but it was all whims and half-guesses brought on by his still-growing ability to sense through the Force. For the most part, she was pretty cool to him; perhaps somewhat uncharacteristically of what he initially thought a giant reptile dude would act like. And that was just fine by Nak.

Still, he had one more pressing inquiry before this whole thing began.

"But, uh, if I have to use the restroom, say, in about like an hour, do you think we can find one in the underground complex thingy? I mean I don't have to now but it's always nice to know, y'know. It's like what Master Krey'jek always told me, NEVER engage the enemy with a full bladder. Smart man, that guy. Hope he's doing alright, haven't seen him since I last brought him some incontinence stuff.............anyways, uh, yeah, let's go!"

 

[Gian Greydragon]

Typically, the Templar, was the first to throw the kick to break down the door to the home of the infidel that refused the word of the Dark Church, but some days, the Inquisitors had better things to do, and he was picked for a more stealth oriented mission. The Inquisition had been monitoring the Sullust system from a minor listening post on Mustafar, and Segovax was tasked with being the eyes on the ground of Sullust, monitoring the everyday lives of the natives. The short stature of them made it easy to pick out the irregulars on the planet. It wouldn't require macro-binoculars to see the towering mass of cloth nd scale that was the Barabel, standing with a significantly smaller Nautolan youngster.

With that, he backed away from the edge of the building and ran across the top of them, closer to their position, making sure to suppress his Force Signature, to prevent them from sensing his approach. Trailing behind him, on a sling was his A140 blaster rifle. He carried with him an S41 Light firearm, and his lightsabers. He wore stripped Vagabond Medium Armor.

@Kaane @Narsi

 

[Korvo]

|| H924AEK651VNR999//ENGAGE=PROTOCOL: WHISPER ||

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|| STRATEGIC OVERWATCH=TRUE//TACTICAL ESTIMATION=FORMATTED ||

|| TACTICAL PROJECTIONS=ESPIONIC INFILTRATION ||

|| CONTINGENCY PROTOCOL 1192.2=ENGAGED//CONTINGENCY PROTOCOL 2210=ENGAGED//CONTINGENCY PROTOCOL 2712.76=ENGAGED//CONTINGENCY PROTOCOL 3003=ENGAGED//CONTINGENCY PROTOCOL 3295.9=ENGAGED ||

The agent's eyes were focused to a frightening intensity. His left arm was as still as stone, with his right hand, his fingers, moving with the blur of torrential rains. Initializing data protocols, worming data-pockets, bypassing active programs via dormant or disengaged subroutine programs, slicing and rerouting hub nodes, spam-blanking responsive datastores and clearance encryption modules with nonresponsive data transfers, rescripting and antiscripting.

But then, at least this much was to be expected, anticipated. And in moments, an affirmative electronic beep resounded as a access panel opened, revealing a lever.

|| IMMEDIATE OBJECTIVE=COMPLETED//INITIATING ANCILLARY PROTOCOL=TRUE//NECESSITATED RECONDITION=AFFIRMED//[NEO]IMMEDIATE OBJECTIVE=ASCERTAINED ||

Sullust was a world of potential, both realized and unrealized alike. Mechanical facilities, developing technological establishments, engineering centers, manufacturing factories, all with the prospects of greater growth near, there on the horizon. This world was a gem, a precious root that would help to serve the foundation for what was to come.

Grabbing the lever, a small, but reinforced door groaned as it impressed and lifted up, revealing a service shaft for technicians or perhaps maintenance drones. The entire opening was a little under a meter in diameter; enough for a Humanoid to squeeze into, but little more. Unhooking the ports he'd plugged into the access panel and rescinding them back into his datapad, Caesar squeezed his way into the shaft tunnel, entering the SoroSuub Corporation's main building. Ironically, it actually roomier than his stowing away in the cargo bay of the public transport that brought him to the planet in the first place.

|| PROGNOSIS=CENTROPLEX//STATUS=INFILTRATED ||

 

[Narsi]

Gren cocked her head to the side as she considered Nak's query, unsure if he was joking or not. Eventually, she decided to be err on the side of safety, responding with a serious face "This One believes that bathrooms will be present and waiting in the complex. The researchers and scientists, they have needs too no?"

That little issue resolved, Gren started down the street towards their destination, leading the way as they left their ship behind. It was rush hour, and the place was PACKED with throngs of people, good, just as they'd planned. However, it seems they'd chosen an unlucky day for their visit, as no matter where Gren looked, she couldn't find a single person near her own height. She could FEEL the eyes on her too, Sullustans and species everywhere sneaking glances at her towering form as she passed by. Growling, Gren gripped her lightsabers beneath her cloak and turned her attentions to area around them, ignoring the bothersome stares by readying for danger.

She kept them off to the side of the road, on the edges of the crowd and away from the buildings, walking alongside a massive field that seemed to house some sporting complex. She also did this to help stay unnoticed, not that it worked, and because it was necessary to access their "way in." Luckily, it was close, really close actually, but then that was the pleasure of planning, it made everything go that much smoother. Coming into view of it, Gren sighed in relief and quickened her pace, still looking around anxiously and occasionally checking on Nak. Right in front of them now, a grime encrusted manhole cover.
@Kaane

 

[Kaane]

"Good. Not everyone is an ascended being that doesn't need to do that stuff anymore like some poeple in the Order seem to think, y'know. Unless when you're one with the Force, you for some reason still need to like, y'know..."

He finally stopped himself before he continued on into such unprecedented territory of idiocy. His near-nonexistent filter at least had enough threads left in it to catch that before it got out. "Never mind," he finished, "let's just do this thing."

Nak then followed Gren to whatever their destination might be. He kept close, staying within the shadow of Gren's towering form. The glances they were getting were not lost on him; he could almost feel the intensity of those eyes boring into his skull. He ignored them as much as possible, but even with what could only be described as the world's biggest and baddest Jedi, he still felt vulnerable.

He slipped his music playlist's volume a few notches higher.

He shut it off a few seconds in; that was not helping in the slightest.

Thankfully, Gren seemed to not have many problems finding their point of insertion. He already knew it was going to be from their briefing, but its sorry state made him somewhat less eager to enter it.

"Don't even touch that thing, that's actually kriffing unsanitary. Neither of us are catching Kruther's Plague today, man," he said protectively. Though to be quite frank it was rather easy to be brave at an immobile manhole cover.

He looked around, seeing that they were in a relatively secluded area. No people, not even a camera to be seen. At least that would allow him to exert his Force muscles a little bit.

With a few moments of concentration, the Initiate delved into his capabilities and gripped the manhole cover with ethereal hands, gently lifting it from its hole and setting it down elsewhere, quietly so as not to make too much of a ruckus. Within a couple of seconds, their way in was open. And the stench that greeted them both was insufferable.

Nak coughed and covered his face with his cloak. "Seriously!?" he sputtered, "we're seriously going into that!? Don't we have like a plan B? C? D, even?"

However, he already knew the answer to that question and sighed as he peered down into it, the light from above illuminating two dry walkways beside a stagnant creek of sewage. He leapt down to the landing, not even wanting to touch the ladder as he got a bearing on his surroundings. His sensory abilities brought nothing of note to him; the coast was clear.

"It's good, just don't get your feet wet," he called up to Gren, taking a small flashlight from his pocket to reveal the surrounding area. Seeing as Gren had done the research on SoroSuub's sewer infrastructure, he'd let her lead the way.

@Gian Greydragon

 

[Gian Greydragon]

Segovax closed distance on the two individuals, with great speed. Upon jumping across to the last building before being close enough to spring his trap, he grabbed a Firespray Canister, and held it at the ready, as he leaped across the crowd, well over the pair of what appeared to be Jedi. As he passed over them he release the spray from the canister like hell fire on the crowd below, catching on anything made of flesh or cloth. Segovax landed on the side of the street, and ignited his mainstay lightsaber, the cross-guarded saber, at a standard blade length. In his offhand remained the Firespray, poised and ready to blast yet another gout of flame when ready. A wicked cheshire-like grin crept along his face, as he looked onward, at the Barabel and the Nautolan. "Been awhile since I've had 'gator and froglegs." he said to himself.

 

[Korvo]

From the skin to the belly of the beast, Caesar crawled through the duct, shimmying his way down its tight and narrow corridor. It seems this was becoming a very frequent habit of his now, the role of an infiltrator. Objectively, it was fairly ideal. He had the appearance of a typical Human male, but needed no sleep or rest, no food or water, no light to see, not even air to breathe.

About a third of a kilometer deep, the access duct splintered off into a series of tunnel-like passageways. The likelihood of Humanoids being meant as the occupants for these maintenance shafts was now dwindling significantly. Some were impossibly narrow, others positioned at angles highly improbably for practical mobility. This was definitely designed for maintenance droids, and therein was a slightly less-favorable circumstance.

|| OPERATIONAL PARAMETERS=TRUE//REVISIONARY TACTICAL ASSESSMENT=NECESSITATED ||

|| CONTINGENCY PROTOCOL 1388.2=ACTIVATED ||

|| ANTIAUTOMATON PROTOCOL-009//SOLITAS SERVITOR=INITIATED ||

Droids, especially small, worker drones, were much more difficult to detect than organic prospective targets. In this particular setting, they were smaller, quiet, and far more prone to sound alarm if something unknown or schematically incorrect is detected. Damnation by meticulosity.

Easing his way down to the base of where the maintenance ducts splintered into dozens, Caesar squatted down over an input port. This was a conduit, a link for updates to data for the mainframe. Plugging in the interface connector from his wrist-mounted datapad, Caesar quickly sliced into the system via the diagnostic operational boot. Security was minimal due to its location, and it held limited functionality, but it was the back door Caesar needed to infiltrate the system softly. Multiple slices, even when successful, made scars more easily found within a system. The more he could avoid compromising a system, the better off everyone would ultimately be for it.

The first thing Caesar did was access the camera systems. Flickering images of various sections of the massive centroplex took up the space of his datapad's screen. No sign of activity that indicated an awareness of his presence, nor any sign of electronic alarms or alerts entering the system's mainframe. Moments later, Caesar shifted functions to his datapad's holoprojecter, forming a holo-schematic map of the entire facility. He was close, just a few levels away, from where he had to be. And with favorable strategic odds, it would continue to progress as smoothly as it had been thus far.

 

[Narsi]

As Nak lowered the metal cover to the ground, Gren suddenly became aware of running footsteps and then a few gasps from the ground. Already alert and ready, she reacted quickly, spinning around and spotting the threat. Unfortunately, it wasn't quickly enough, and Gren could do nothing as a figure passed overhead, unleashing a torrent of fire down upon her, Nak, and the crowd.

To slow to stop the attack from happening, Gren was still more than able to negate the attack itself. Drawing upon the principles of energy manipulation, Gren hissed sharply and released a wave of energy from her body, blasting out a chilling wind that enveloped her and Nak. The flames went with it, ripped away from their perilous positions by the two Jedi and scattering further into the crowd of people. All in all, it worked out pretty good, leaving Gren mostly undamaged with only her helmet and hood scorched up a bit and feeling a little hot under the collar. Nak would probably be even better off, as his smaller height would have afforded more time for Gren's counter to take effect and knock the flames away.

However, her move did nothing to shield the people, actually making their situation slightly worse by comparison. Their screams of agony filled the air, an awful chorus that died off disturbingly quickly as unconsciousness took affect, permanently for some. Growling lowly at the scent of burning flesh, and casting a dismayed glance around her, it was hate filled eyes that Gren focused on their attacker. A lean bearded man with white hair, holding a red lightsaber and a canister she recognized as firespray, a Sith then, Gren's eyes grew darker still. Stepping forward slowly, putting herself between the Sith and Nak whilst still out of blade range, she grabbed and ignited the purple lightsaber from her belt, holding it pointed diagonally at the ground extending from her right side.

Watching and ready, Gren didn't even turn as she shot Nak a single sentence, "Go, complete the mission" Her tone was strict and forceful, clearly marking her words as an order that she would brook no argument on.

@Kaane

 

[Kaane]

Just before Nak leapt down into the sewers, he suddenly felt an excessively dark presence right above them. Startled, he looked above to see a stream of fire being sent his way. He yelled, covering his face with his hands reflexively. But it seemed his lizard friend had it covered, shielding them with a cold blast of air that kept the fire away from them. He didn't notice the rest of it being sent out into the crowd, however, being more focused on the lurking man with what looked like a hairspray container staring at them.

He ignited his lightsaber out of reflex now; civilians were one thing...but he was looking at...at...

"That's...a Sith..."

The smell of burning flesh suddenly assaulted his nose, and he looked over to see nothing but Sullustans burning. Burning. Just people, people burning...

"Go, complete the mission."

Nak looked over once again, after glancing up at the Sith still waiting to pounce, saber held in a guard. Suddenly everything began to make sense as he thought in the present, just as his masters told him to. He knew what he had to do.

"Screw the mission...our cover's blown anyway. Keep him off of me. I'm not letting these people die."

With that he immediately ran to the first Sullustan he could see, one hand on his lightsaber, the other fumbling to take his medkit off of his belt. He wouldn't be using the Force to heal, that took too much concentration; the Sith would come after him, a part of him knew it. He'd have to do it the old-fashioned way, even if he was still a course away from finishing his EMT certificate.

"You're ok, I promise..." he muttered as he knelt by the first victim he could see, fully determined to save every last one of the people currently in flames. The enormity and impossibility of the task simply didn't register in his mind yet. He was focused on his life's work as he put out the remaining flames on what seemed to be a middle-aged woman with one hand, the other still tightly clenching his weapon.

Pulse...check, still living. Breathing, she was breathing. Clothes fused to skin on both shoulders, deep burns on arms....burn ointment, bandages, antiseptic for open sores....save the kolto, don't have a lot of kolto....

Save them...

 

[Gian Greydragon]

Segovax had to refrain from bowing over in laughter, as the napalm-like flammable substance spread further across the crowd of civilians, only long enough to disengage his lightsaber, and dip behind a public service droid to avoid the last bit of the spray flung into his direction. Segovax stepped out from behind the droid, cocked his head to the side, and cackled, as the screams of the scorched Sullustans fueled his lust for blood, "Why, thank you! Let's do that again," he shouted as he pressed the trigger to send a jet-stream of liquid flame into the backs of the huddled citizens, engulfing them in an inferno.

Dropping the canister and opening his palm, he draws a portion of the flame, condensing it into a ball of flame that would explode. Fearlessly glaring into the Barabel's lidless eyes as he cast forth the ball at the ground in front of her, where it would expand 1 meter in diameter, on contact. After the blast, Segovax immediately drew his primary Cross-guard Lightsaber, igniting the blade and cross-guards, at it's standard 1.1 meter long blade, holding the hilt over head, angling the blade downward, and toward his opponent. "Come kiss the chef!" he said, taunting Gren, over the roar of the flame.
@Korvo @Narsi @Kaane

 

[Narsi]

Well.....so much for keeping the Initiate out of danger. Gren had a flashback of the many times she'd disobeyed her own master, practically spitting in his face as she charged off into dangerous situations. Was....was this what they called karma, suddenly Gren was feeling rather bad about her past behavior. She also felt any potential protests die in her throat, hypocrisy was the hallmark of the Sith NOT the Jedi. Gren left Nak to it and turned her full focus on the Sith, the kid would be fine, she would do her part and eliminate the threat.

Unfortunately, she wasn't quite quick enough, and could only watch as the man unleashed another stream of fire on the poor citizens. More chaos, more death, it was the act of a "MONSTER" Gren roared, throwing her palm forward and unleashing her own attack. From her palm erupted a concussive blast of energy, a fast moving invisible wall of force heading right at the Sith. It impacted with the fireball just as it barely left the Sith's palm, detonating it prematurely, still well within range of the Templar and nowhere near Gren. Next she brought her purple saber up and about, throwing it in a spinning diagonal path at the Sith's location. She aimed roughly for where she figured the torso was, as the fireball's detonation would obscure her vision. Hopefully it would also prevent the Sith from seeing the attack as well, and wouldn't know of the saber till it snipped him in half from shoulder to hip.

Next she would immediately pull one of her maces from her back, holding it in two hands as she waited for the results. Ready for a sudden surprise attack or a blitz.

@Gian Greydragon

 

[Kaane]

(OOC: It's been a while since Korvo said he'd post so imma just continue)

Finish the job...she's stable. She's stable.

Nak looked up, hearing the blaring of emergency responder sirens far off in the distance, gaining in intensity fast. They'd be able to help at least. But until the EMTs and the police locked down the area, his work was not yet complete.

The next victim was a few mere feet away, which he practically leapt to. This guy got it bad...he was burned everywhere...he caught a full blast of the fire right in his face. But what the budding healer didn't realize was this Sullustan, barely even an adult, had opened his mouth in surprise and caught the fire straight in the back of the throat. His trachea was literally cauterized shut. He'd stopped breathing. There was no pulse.

He was dead of suffocation before Nak had even noticed him.

The young Nautolan stopped after checking his pulse, pulling away from what he felt was his own failure for a moment, just in time to witness more flame douse the fleeing crowd. He stood up amidst the torched ground surrounding him, still clutching his lightsaber and medkit; the smell of burning Sullustan finally caught up to him, as he gagged and nearly threw up where he stood. He surveyed the breadth of how much damage one can of firespray alone caused. What recklessness and chaos wrought among innocents.

There's too many...there's just too many...

For the first time in a long while he felt truly angry. More than angry...furious. Furious rage tempered with a sense of utter hopelessness. In the face of all this carnage, there was truly nothing he could do...for every one person he saved, ten more would perish.

Perhaps that was why the Sith were so powerful. It took them seconds to destroy what it would take the Jedi days, months, years to rebuild.

He turned to see Gren and the Sith staring each other down...and he was reminded of his purpose.

No matter the odds, opposing this evil part of the Force was the Jedi's calling. Not the people it controlled directly, but this horrid Dark Side that possessed them to commit such heinous crimes.

Somewhere in that Templar resided a good man begging for release from his prison, to the innocent-minded young Jedi. As Nak moved to the next victim, allowing Gren to focus solely on stopping him, he knew that he'd have one more to save before the day was through.

@Gian Greydragon @Korvo

 

[Korvo]

OOC: I've finally made it! Sorry for the delay! Work is killing meh​

With singular purpose, Caesar scaled the interior of the maintenance ducts. Within the superstructure, the chrome walls splintered and converged again and again, and over again several times more, becoming a interwoven web of twisting corridors. It was clear this wasn't an intentional labyrinth, but carried the telltale signs of a design that was built upon over and over again, modified repeatedly, expanded up time and again.

But within Caesar's mind, the internal processor weaving his artificial synaptic neural pathways, it was as if he were simultaneously examining as holographic schematic with one set of eyes, and traversing the expanse of the SoroSuub Corporation's centroplex. Extending his legs and arms, Caesar allowed himself to descend a particular shaft for several dozen meters, as he dropped deeper into the subterranean levels. In an instant, the GUARDIAN agent activated the magnetized components within his limbs and came to a sudden halt, face-forward against a single, dusty duct.

Climbing within, Caesar slid down the slanted shaft until he came to a mess of wires, extending out from the wall of the shaft's interior. The shaft had a wall of removable mesh, and within was the gut of flashing lights, mechanical moans and open electronic circuitry. Caesar's eyes scanned the scope of the wide area before he came a large cylinder-like extension from the wall.

|| IMPERATIVE MANDATE=INTERLOCK ||

|| SCHEMATICAL REFERENCE=ENACTED//TECHNICAL [ROOT]=ACCESSED ||

|| QUARRY [SOL-TRUE] LOCATION=DETECTED//FINALIZED DIRECTIVE=FORMULATED ||

|| IMMEDIATE OBJECTIVE=COMMENCING//INITIATING INSTALLATION PROTOCOL=TRUE//[NEO]IMMEDIATE OBJECTIVE=ASCERTAINED ||

Removing the snooper from the pouch on his waist, Caesar plugged the device into the port of the ninth optic fiber cord of the electrosynchronous relay, a direct link to the centroplex's data mainframe.

"Objective accomplished", Caesar said, accessing the comlink in his ear after encrypting his transmission via his wrist-mounted datapad, "Awaiting extract--."

Caesar's eyes grew distant, and yet focused as his gaze became pointed to a featureless wall ahead of him.

|| CONTINGENCY PROTOCOL 5681.11=ENACTED||

|| STRATEGIC OVERWATCH=[UNSECURED]//TACTICAL ESTIMATION=FORMATTED ||

|| TACTICAL [NEO]PROJECTIONS=ESPIONIC EXTRACTION//UNDEFINED ||

|| IMPERATIVE MANDATE=[SALVATION] ||

|| PROGNOSIS=CONTINGENCY PROTOCOL 5681.11//[UNDEFINED]COMBATIVE ENCOUNTER DETECTED ||

 

[Gian Greydragon]

"Says the seven-foot tall anthropomorphic Krayt Dragon," he quipped to himself, as he had not fully developed the fireball when the Force was pooled in by the behemoth before him, into the form of a telekinetic push, causing the flames to dissipate, nullifying the chance of it being used against him, at the last second, providing him time to weather the Force blast with minimal damage, blowing him backwards, several feet into a backward somersault.

He'd land, largely unscathed, back on his feet; an acrobatic landing attributed to his fundamental study of Ataru, bolstered from his knowledge of the Echani martial art. As he landed, he drew his primary saber, igniting it, as his feet touched the floor. With a grunt, the biting pain of a burn on his hand, he fought through it, using the pain to fuel his rage. Segovax stepped and leaned out of the trajectory of the lightsaber, as it passed by, striking quickly at the hilt of the saber, as it flew by, to take it out of the fight completely. Segovax dashed forward to meet the Barabel head-on, gripping his lightsaber with both hands, gritting and growling through his teeth, like a rabid animal.

@Narsi @Kaane @Korvo

 

[Narsi]

A flash of red and a weak sizzle, and the purple blade vanished from existence, the hilt clattering to the ground in two pieces beyond the Sith. There it lay, useless, inert, dead, much like its previous owner. Gren growled, annoyed at the outcome and ineffectiveness of her attack. She hefted her mace higher, feeling the reassuring weight and chill of its unique composition. It wouldn't fail her so easily, but then again, it had never been corrupted by the touch of evil. Squaring her shoulders, Gren moved forward to meet the Sith, growling just as loudly and fiercely.

Meeting the bad halfway, or near so at least, Gren struck first, using her greater reach and full range of attack. Switching to a one handed grip so she holding the mace in her right claw, Green turned sideways so that her right side was pointing towards the Sith, right foot forward in front of her. Jabbing forward with her long arm and newly extended reach, Gren attempted to thrust the pointy business end of her weapon into the Sith's collarbone. Trusting in the weight and momentum of her attack to deal damage, surely staggering her opponent at the least if it landed.

@Kaane

 

[Kaane]

Within a few more moments and another life stabilized, the emergency personnel had arrived, sirens wailing on the edge of Nak's consciousness like mourning banshees from some long-forgotten fairy tale. In his state of awareness he could feel them coming, and knew they were more than capable enough of taking over.

There were police on the scene as well, Sullustan authorities outfitted in raid armor. Some had weapons drawn at Nak, others were taking aim at Gren and the Sith currently trading blows on the far side of the street.

Thankfully Nak had the wits about him to beg for them not to shoot; enough lives had been lost today, Gren's sure as hell wouldn't be one of them. Of course, they were obviously skeptical of a young kid telling them what to do...but it seemed having a blue glowstick gave you a certain amount of authority over people, even if you were just an Initiate. "We've got the Sith under control, just stay back and get these people out of danger!" he yelled out to them as he turned to run towards the fight. Seeing as he saw her lightsaber get completely destroyed out of the corner of his eye, he felt he had to intervene before something worse occurred.

The Nautolan would soon be coming up near the two in the midst of an all-out brawl. He'd have his lightsaber at the ready and his muscles tensed to evade any attacks thrown his way...though he'd wait for an opportune moment to aid Gren. At the moment they were simply too close for comfort, and any kind of disarming finesse would likely be turned onto the Barabel by accident, or by this Sith's cunning.

"You don't have to do this, we can both help you, man!" he'd say to the Templar, hoping and praying his words would somehow get through before he had to resort to force.

@Gian Greydragon

 

[Gian Greydragon]

Segovax continued his rush forward, meeting Gren's mace with a two handed parry of the large and clunky mace to his left, utilizing the crossguards to 'grip' the mace below the head, pulled it, and Gren's right arm, to the left, with a parry, in a circular motion, slightly to his left, and to the left of his center mass, effectively re-routing Gren's strike a bit to the left, as he followed through, with nimble footwork toward his right, and Gren's unguarded left flank. With a vicious snarl to rival the Barabel before him, he brought his lightsaber full-circle, into an upward slash, targeting the base of her tail.

Continuing on a path behind the Barabel, he drew his pistol with his left hand, and fired a shot at the Padawan's center mass, keeping the lightsaber blade between himself and the Barabel. "Help yourself by playing dead!!" he bellowed as he kept his weight on his back foot, putting at least one meter of distance between him and the Barabel, and about 3 meters from the Nautolan.

@Narsi @Kaane @Korvo

 

[Narsi]

It seemed to happen in slow motion, her thrust deflected in a clatter of sparks to her right, safely away from its intended target. Suddenly the Sith was on her left, nimbly slipping around her with his momentum versus her static figure. His red blade up and ready to burn a whole in her hide. Was she already beaten? Had she just been outmaneuvered by a Sith? Was she....beaten? Gren smiled wickedly inside, almost laughing as she watched the Sith move onto her "vulnerable" side. No, not even close, in fact, she had just found another opening. From the positioning of the Sith, and the fact that he wasn't immediately trying to attack her side, she could guess his target was her tail, an important appendage indeed, but not essential.

Rather than turning, or even attempting a defense, Gren did just the opposite. She'd left her left hand unoccupied, free and ready to use, and now she did just that. A single wave of her claw, and one of the lightsabers on her belt responded, clumsily launching itself off her belt and activating in a blue flash as it moved, spearing right towards the Sith's midsection as he started his swing. She'd lose the tail, most certainly, but it was a sacrifice worth making for victory. For with the Sith's lightsaber occupied, and almost no room to dodge or even react, them being in lightsaber range, her attack was near certain to hit.
@Kaane @Gian Greydragon

 

[Kaane]

Nak would have scant seconds to act as it seemed the Sith had easily deflected the lizard's mace, and was heading on around back to seemingly put a swing to the back of her, as she did nothing about it.

He didn't want to kill this Sith...he wouldn't be like those Jedi that murdered their Sith captives in cold blood. The tenets of the Order and the Nautolan's own path as a healer had ingrained the concept of mercy even to those far gone deeply. But he wasn't going to let Gren get killed either.

He closed the three meters with a burst of the Force into his legs as he gripped his lightsaber with both hands, getting just at the Sith's left side, or Gren's right as he was about to complete his chop to her tail. He would keep somewhat of a distance, not being right on top of the Templar, but close enough for his lightsaber to reach as he brought his blade downwards from his guard with a wide swing, intersecting the Sith's arms' upward momentum. He would attempt to slice one or both of the Half-Echani's hands clean off with the amateurishly-executed chop.

(OOC: Tentatively this action should interrupt before Sego's able to fire a shot at Nak. Will edit if necessary.)