Bad Blood

[Gian Greydragon]

Segovax was poised, and ready to commit to the swing, however, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the hilt of a lightsaber fumble free from the Barabel's hip. Taking no chances, he knelt forward and down, into a roll underneath the still intact tail, placing it in line with the Padawan's attempted disarming strike. In his roll, he kept his limbs in tight, and tucked in his chin, creating a small and hard-to-hit moving target, at ground level. In doing so, the Padawan's lightsaber would slice through the air, missing its intended target, as the Padawan had not fully closed distance, keeping an almost full blade's length away from the Sith in his strike attempt. As he began his roll, he positioned his lightsaber between the legs of the barabel, and utilized the roll to strike at her inside left knee, capitalizing on his low position, to counter attack, and aiming to take her leg off at the knee.

Standing and turning, to face them, with a menacing grin on his face. "Foolish boy," he spat, before he ignited his second lightsaber. "Now both of you will burn," he growled, bending his legs into his stance, leading with his right side, right lightsaber held outward horizontally, and his left lightsaber, held overhead, canted downward.

@Kaane @Narsi

 

[Narsi]

Air, her strike hit nothing but air, and as she turned her head to watch, Gren was shocked to see the man rolling under the strike behind her. Towards her undefended back, beyond the range of her weapons and sight. She had but an instant to react, and to her great regret, she chose to retreat. A flex of her calves and she was launched diagonally forward and to her right, pulling her tail out of danger. Unfortunately, she was a hair to late to escape damage, and in mid leap she was greeted with an explosion of pain in her lower left leg.

She managed to land safely, stumbling a bit as she limped to a more stable position, still slightly retreating from the Sith as she turned to face him from about three meters away. While he spoke, Gren used the slight reprieve to gauge the damage, finally daring to cast a glance down at the wound. Her leg was still there, but on one side was a gaping sizzling wound, a shallow notch in the pillar of muscle that was her leg. It was painful, but she could move, though not easily, and thankfully already cauterized. Glaring at the Sith as he took his stance, Gren recalled her lightsaber to her hand, catching it with her left as she tried to think strategically. Technically she could still fight, in that most every part of her body still worked, and what didn't only slowed her down. Her foe had already proved quite nimble however, and suddenly she had reservations about being unable to hop or jump around without a care. Maybe it was time to fully utilize their numbers advantage.

While her agility had taken a knock, her strength remained strong as ever, and Gren put it to use once more. Clenching both her fists around their respective weapons and suddenly slapping them together in front of her. Gren reached out with the force once again, throwing a mental rope around the Sith and yanking it shut. The man would suddenly feel as if a great hand had closed around his upper body, attempting to force his arms down to his sides and squeeze. A single word to Nak, straining slightly as Gren focused, "Take him now"

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[Kaane]

His strike missed. Yet still, burning flesh graced his nostrils...a smell that would probably be ingrained in his memory for the rest of his life. He turned, seeing Gren having leapt out of harm's way...partially, much to her pain and his extreme chagrin. Even with two Jedi on him, this man was still able to inflict grievous (in his mind, anyway, as that wound looked nasty) damage. This had to stop before one of them got hurt even more...if either of them went down for the count, then this entire area was in grave danger.

However, it seemed that Gren had had enough of this prancing around as well. She brought her hands together and pulled, and from where Nak was standing it would seem that the Sith was struggling against some kind of invisible bindings.

"Take him now," was all he heard from his partner. He knew he had to. But killing was not the Jedi way in the slightest to him. But...there was at the very least a way he could shut him down and keep both these people and Gren safe.

After closing the distance, he would position himself at the Sith's left side, assuming that it was his non-dominant, before with one swoop of his saber he'd cut diagonally, starting from the Sith's right arm at the elbow, downwards to cleanly cut off the leg on the same side. A grimace would be on his face the entire time as he performed the gruesome cut; it was the least possible damage he could do while making sure this Sith was neutralized, he surmised. However, he would do it with an air of caution, in case this Sith had yet another trick up his sleeve he was unprepared for.

@Gian Greydragon

 

[Gian Greydragon]

Segovax's arms and lightsabers were pulled to his sides, the blades receding into the hilts before they collided with his thighs. Gritting his teeth, he turned his head to his left, where the Nautolan was closing in on him, to seal his fate. Cracking a grin, before focusing on his center of mass, he quickly expelled a radial blast of telekinetic Force Energy, strong enough to match the hastily thrown up bind in strength and break its grasp with only mild Force use fatigue. The blast itself would not be strong enough to cause further damage to those around him, as the whole of the attack was centered around breaking free from his bonds.

Segovax shifted his weight to face the boy, and ignited his left-handed lightsaber, blocking the strike, and locking blades with Nak, by pressing forward into Nak, using his superior musculature. In that same moment, a small manipulation of his wrist was all it took to line his primary lightsaber blade with Nak's body, and not even a second after, the crimson blade shot to life, expanding its full 1.1 meter forward, a mere 6 inches away from Nak's lower torso. Segovax made sure only to activate the primary blade, and not the crossguards, as the hilt was still in close to his body. He also aimed low and left, aiming to pierce just above Nak's hip. The attack itself would immobilize, but not kill, the Initiate, should the point-blank ignition of his lightsaber make the target.


@Kaane @Narsi

 

[Narsi]

The force screamed in her ears, a warning of danger, but not for her, for Nak. In horror, Gren doubled down on her grip, futility, as the force surged up and out from the Sith, breaking her hold for a moment, a crucial moment. It seemed to happen in slow motion, Nak sweeping forward as bid, the Sith responding in kind, his blades rising from his sides. But she was to far away, to injured to move quickly enough, only able to watch as the Sith intercepted Nak's strike, and started his own.

Frightened for the initiate, she cast out with the force once more, keeping her calm as best she could, trying to reassert her grip that had been broken. Instead her grasp found only the left wrist and hand of the Sith, closing around the one limb instead of the whole body. A dark idea occurred, and Gren seized on it immediately, mouthing a silent word of apology to Nak as she carried it out. Tightening her grip, Gren brought her full power over the force to bear on the offending limb. As if she were suddenly a couple meters closer and holding the fragile wrist with her flesh and blood claw, she heaved the hand and lightsaber back into the Sith's shoulder and chest, trying to shove the tall red blade into its own wielder. She preformed this just as the Sith brought his primary blade to bear, and her crushing hold was around the man's hand as well, holding it shut and greatly inhibiting the simple dropping of the weapon. Hopefully, the sheer brunt force and unexpectedness, along with the effort Nak was already exerting, would be enough to see the attack through.
@Gian Greydragon

 

[Kaane]

(OOC: I know i timed out, if you want to disregard this post that's fine, might as well make it anyway to show that least i cared enough to post 0.0)

Nak gasped as the Sith blocked the strike....but it seemed he would be far too late in regards to taking advantage of the opening Gren provided. And far too late and inexperienced to do anything about the Sith's counterattack.

He was run through; not fatally, but definitely impaled...the shock of it froze him for a moment, tears beginning to run down his eyes as he looked down at himself...his medical knowledge would have told him he would have been alright with bacta treatment, but his medical knowledge was far from at the front of his mind at this point. As far as he was concerned, he had failed. it was over. One strike down with his other lightsaber and he was finished.

Until he saw his other lightsaber instead move backward oddly, as though he were about to cut his own arm off...Nak knew, despite the pain, that this was his only chance to stop this menace, even if it meant giving his life.

Weakly he brought his lightsaber to bear, as the pain of the impalement began to wrack his very soul. And with what remained of his strength he maneuvered his own lightsaber, already incredibly close to the man's arm after blocking it, into a cut with just barely enough force behind it to rend through his left arm below the elbow, with a scream of desperation. If he would go down, he would not go down without having ended this fight once and for all.

 

[Gian Greydragon]

The airs of the Force never dampened, as the hold began to form again, but around his wrist. Quickly, Segovax began to use the Force; focusing his strength to his left arm and wrist, to resist the hold, remaining stalwart, giving barely an inch to the strike made against him, with his own lightsaber. In that same moment, the blade of his lightsaber shot through the intended target,

The boy's body shot stiff as he likely went into shock, but an even greater pain would soon shoot through his body, as the blade was swiftly ripped outward and to the right, clipping a great deal of his hip bone on the way out. With his right arm and lightsaber free, and his left arm virtually cemented into place, Segovax swiftly followed through the cut outward, by switching to an underhanded grip with his right lightsaber, and striking a final time at the Padawan's sword arm, aiming at the wrist, stepping left, to put greater distance from the boy's lightsaber, and his own arm, bearing the weight of the hold, before overpowering it completely, and breaking away before damage could be done to himself of his arm.

With one threat incapacitated, Segovax push kicked the boy backwards, letting him fall away from Segovax and turned to the Barabel, once again, and cocked his head to the side, cracking a wide grin stepping forward. "I felt that. That little twitch of darkness inside you. It felt good, didn't it? That power? The feeling of bending someone else to your will, whether physically or psychologically? You'd be a fool to deny it. You could be a telekinetic savant, if you gave just a bit more of yourself to the Dark Side." he spoke, as the Force swirled defensively around him, ready to lash out, or close in if necessary. Segovax stepped forward, blades at the ready, taking time making it to her, to gauge his next move on her reaction, welling the Force within his chest for use, shortly.

@Narsi

(@Kaane You're good, dude. I've really enjoyed this fight.)

 

[Korvo]

"Repeat operative Caesar; this is Aegis, do you need evac?"

From the time of installing his snooper device, Caesar had carefully retraced his steps from the interior workings of the centroplex. Violence on the premises had become a public display, but it was something to his clear advantage. As the conflict sprang from two Jedi and a Sith crossing paths, it was a nigh-statistical impossibility that there'd be no semblance of strife, but it had worked to seal the attention of the masses. While he'd been a perfect infiltrator up till that point, a distraction was a priceless boon to any operation, and few were as captivating as what had been unfolding beyond.

"Aegis, this is Caesar", he said, seemingly staring off into space as he accessed a panel, opening the maintenance shaft along the side of the building's exterior. "Triangulate evac point on my position."

"Copy that, Caesar, routing current ETA."

Turning back to his wrist, Caesar narrowed his eyes at the holodisplay projected from his datapad. In spite of the numerical advantage, he could project the statistical probability of which side would emerge victorious in the skirmish.

Force-sensitives... Paracausally-endowed entities bound unto an unquantifiable field of acausal nature. Or at least, that was how Caesar's databank classified them as. It was an almost alluring enigma, that the Force, as well as those sensitive to it, were truly beyond Caesar's ability to fathom. By all quantifiable reason, such individuals cannot exist that have powers that extend, impossibly, beyond the scope of causality, yet there they were. And such a power as the Force, which is alleged to have a will of its own and be bound to fate and destiny, could not exist as undetected or unmeasurable, but yet it did, all the same.

The great contradiction of the galaxy, and yet there was not a single galactic civilization that did not know the truth of their existence. In their own way, they truly fascinated him. Their very existence, a constant paradox against the universe.

As Caesar scaled out of the shaft, he stood vertically on the exterior outer wall of the centroplex. Hot winds and scorched air whisked past his, tattering soot and dirt on his synthskin. To any organic, or perhaps most organics, the sulfuric air would have been almost unbearable, inflaming the lungs and burning through the membrane. Glancing upwards, a small shuttle flew at a lower altitude than the majority of the skyward traffic; relatively inconspicuous, but just low enough for Caesar to measure the velocity, the distance, and fire his grappling hook to catch the craft in-flight.

At once, the infiltrator was yanked into the air as his wrist-grapple reeled him in. After reaching the body of the shuttle itself, with the side door left open, Caesar entered inside and shut the door behind him, closing out the roar of the wind. He didn't need to speak any further. This mission was over. Now, the next would begin.

 

[Narsi]

Anguish, it ripped through her like the keenest knife, straight to the core as she watched Nak fall. He'd come under her protection, he'd followed her willingly, he'd charged ahead on her command. And now.....he was impaled by a Sith's lightsaber, on her watch, because of her orders, because of her. Releasing her useless grip on the Sith's wrist, Gren instead focused it back around the injured initiate yanking him back towards her as gently as she could. It saved him, narrowly, from the Sith's final cut, but Gren still winced as she caught him, eyeing the boy's injuries with hate and shame. He was hurt, badly, bleeding slightly, his blood already staining her armor. She had to go, she had to get him help, she had to....retreat.

Affixing the Sith with a glare, Gren started to back up, hating herself for every step. The Sith were something to be destroyed, to be stomped out like vermin. They needed to pay for their evil, this one especially, for what he'd done to the people, to Nak. He was even ranting to HER about HER choices, idiotic drivel she had no reason to listen to and he no right to hand out. And yet still she retreated, taking step after step, fearful for the little life she cradled in her arms. He....he would pay for this, for all of it, later. The important question however, was whether she COULD get away, carrying Nak wasn't a problem and while it would hurt she could run. Their enemy though, he was uninjured and unburdened, and Gren didn't feel super confident about outrunning him. Suddenly her eyes caught sight of a circular object on the ground by the Sith, a rusty metallic thing of no particular worth. Today though, in this moment, it was their salvation.

As the Sith finished talking, Gren suddenly hissed feinting a step forward with her mace held up as if she were attacking. Only for her to suddenly leap backwards, right into the sewer entrance Nak had opened earlier. It was a tight squeeze, Gren smacking her elbow painfully, and a rough landing, Gren feeling a sudden stab pain as she touched down, But in an instant she was up and running down the one of the dry walkways, grunting in pain with each stride, uncaring of the bad smell that emanated from the many large pipes that surrounded them. No, all she smelled, was shame and cowardice.

@Kaane @Gian Greydragon

 

[Gian Greydragon]

Segovax felt the young boy be jerked away from him, before the disarming attack could be executed. Segovax grinned, and turned to see the Barabel leap toward the uncovered sewer entrance, not too far from his position. He used the Force that he'd been building within his center to grip the cover, and hurl it at the Barabel's center, as she descended into the sewer. Whether the manhole cover hit it's mark, Segovax would follow shortly after her into the sewer, using the Force to cushion the fall. "You know exactly what you are, Barabel, and it's no Jedi," he bellowed, filling the the sewers with his voice. Segovax would hope the challenge to her affiliation would be enough to halt her retreat. If she chose to keep running, Segovax would simply allow her to escape, to fight another day.

@Narsi @Korvo @Kaane

 

[Narsi]

Gren froze briefly at the final taunt from the Sith, once more feeling the sting of her injuries. The sizzling wound on her leg, the ache in her ribs from the manhole cover as she'd escaped, the slightly lighter feel of her belt as she left a weapon behind. For a moment, just a moment, she considered turning around, charging forward and making the Sith pay, for everything. She wanted to, in fact, in this moment she couldn't remember every wanting anything more. But then a light moan came from the tiny figure in her arms, and the spell was broken. Nak, the initiate she was supposed to protect, was badly injured, and he came first.

So she closed her mind to the distinctly Un-Jedi thoughts that clouded her head, replacing them instead with duty and concern as she "ignored" the Sith. Each step hurt, more than just physically, but she continued anyways, down the walkways and deeper into the sewers. Thankfully she'd memorized several paths through them as a precursor to the mission, and was already mapping out possible exits and safe spots. Once she was far enough away in a relative place of safety, she would do her best to heal Nak, at least getting him out of the critical zone before returning to their ship. The mission.....Gren would be unable to complete it now, but mayhap someone else had done it for her? Another Jedi? An unwitting agent of the force?

It didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was Nak's safety, although deep in her mind, she couldn't forget the Sith's words.

/exit thread @Valen Pelora @Gian Greydragon