Clash on Mygeeto

[Zeb Volter]

Spoiler: OOC

Maiming/capture allowed. Death ain't allowed. I also apologize for being late- I had a performance, and studies that I was working on.

Mygeeto was a planet that was under the rule of the New Sith Imperium. Unfortunately, some planets in the New Sith Impeirum were experiencing some instability/ Recently, two recent Jedi had been reported. A few months ago, Javik and Zeb had been deployed by the Sith to protect Mygeeto, especially their outposts. Despite the presence of the Jedi, Mygeeto, being one of the richest planets due to its natural resources, would most likely not fall easily, as the population itself was not under the brink of a massive Rebellion.

Zeb had with him his armor, his lightsaber, an SFPM-Flechette Pistol, and a Sil-50 sonic pistol. Despite the large amount of snow, and the blizzard that was occuring, Zeb was not cold at all. That was mostly because that he was a Lasat, and his natural defenses included a large coat of fur that did not make him feel cold. Zeb was literally destined at birth(due to his Lasati heritage) to be able to survive this type of weather, and he wasn't going to stop now.

He had a military grade encryped earpiece with him, an earpiece that was connected to some of the Imperium's finest communication networks. Zeb, being a slicer himself, did not believe that the Jedi could be able to hack it. Nevertheless, that was mostly because of his arrogance, and his believe that the Imperium was a powerful force, which it was, despite the numerous losses that had occurred.

"I wonder where the Jedi are." he stated in his comm piece to his master, the Sith Warrior Javik Dalos.

@Phœnix @Niish Kydon @Emerald Iris @Kibagami

 

[Emerald Iris]

What was I thinking, She could feel the serenity in her mind disrupted by the biting words that was Sionann contemplating idiocy. Now here she was with another Jedi at the same blasted place that almost cost her one of her eyes. Even her side hurt from being caught off guard by the incredibly powerful Sith known to her as Ark. It was humiliating that the very same Kushari that she nearly bested back on Dis had so decisively won here on Mygeeto. That humiliation turned to anger, but it quickly faded away as she reminded herself that defeat was just another message from the Force. So long as one had one's life, one could continue learning the secrets and wander the many paths that lead to true enlightenment. Also, she wasn't going to be as foolish this time. The sage knight had been given an opportunity to right the wrongs of the last time, and perhaps find what the Order so desperately was looking for. This time a different padawan was with her, one Niishal Kydon. Sionann didn't know much about their partner and hadn't had as much time like she did to get to know Denal. Either way, it wasn't her padawan, Kalia, who she didn't feel was ready for this kind of mission just yet.

She stood on the bridge of their slow snow crawler, wrapped up in dark blue thermal bodysuit that was covered by her black acrobatic leotard. A long heavy brown cloak helped to keep the cold away along with her thermals, but it didn't stop the sinking feeling that was that their search was once again for nothing but running into another pair of Sith. She felt the cold band of the ribbon patch she wore along her eye become a little uncomfortable with the chill in the air. Though the buzzing cold of the comm piece in her ear wast just as annoying, but Sionann wasn't taking any chances. The Ghost Avril would be closer this time and Neve would be ready to jump from the ship if she had to, and if having a cold comm in her ear was what the sage knight needed then so be it.

"Mind your perceptions," Sionann cautioned her partner as they began to arrive towards the outpost that was their next destination. Already the air had a little more than just the usual saturation of the dark side. There was a familiar feeling nearby, but it wasn't Ark. She didn't know if she could face the hulking feline warrior yet again, mostly due to the sheer humiliation of the last time, however the feeling was familiar as to one who was with him at that time. It made her uncharacteristically sigh before once again regaining her own composure. "There is darkness in the Force nearby."

 

[Phoenix]

How did he end up on Mygeeto again? He didn't even like this planet the first time he came here, yet, here he was again. On the bright side, while it was stinking cold outside, it didn't seem to be quite as stinking cold as it was last time. Being closer to the equator of the planet helped so it was only about -5˚C outside instead of -20˚C like last time. Oh the joys of ice planets.

Javik and Zeb had both disembarked from their snow crawler to search a pair of caves whose mouths were next to each other for signs of the Jedi that had been rumored to be around the area. The cave was at least slightly warmer and less snow-filled than the rest of the planet. Even so, Javik wasn't jumping at the idea of taking off his cloak draped over his armor just yet. On the bright side though, the body suit of the armor had regulatory functions, so even if he did take it off, it actually wouldn't be too terrible. Thanks Diro, for sparing no expense. Now Rest in Pieces, scum. The armor had certainly served him well within the Sith.

Evidence pointed that they may have used these caves as a temporary camp, but I'm not seeing any signs of life in here, he replied back. The caves ran deep into the mountain, likely with numerous entrances and exits, but they didn't have time to search every cave throughly. He took a moment to reach out to the Force to see if he could sense the presence of the Jedi within the caves. The Force's answer was a bit surprising. No, the Jedi weren't in the cave, but they were nearby.

They're here, meet me outside. He turned and pulled one of his lightsabers from its holster as he hurried back to the cave opening. Something had felt familiar about the presence of the Jedi. In fact, something felt a bit familiar about this entire encounter. The ice planet and now this familiar presence. No, it couldn't be one of the Jedi from last time, they were both dead. Weren't they?

He emerged from the entrance to the cave and looked to his left to see Zeb emerging as well. In the distance, he could make out the faint presence of the Jedi and the slight sound of a snow crawler over the wind. Just as Javik had come here as an Acolyte at the end of training with his master, now Zeb would duel alongside Javik. It was almost poetic.

Javik waited silently as the enemy approached.

 

[Niish Kydon]

Niish didn't like the thick tundra jacket he wore for the cold, it was restricting and felt abrasive against his skin. It was an expensive coat, lined with heating elements to keep the wearer toasty warm, at least that part was nice. He had been in a sitting position for some time now and the urge to move his bones forced him to shift in his seat with a barely audible moan of annoyance. While his head faced the nearest window, his eyes had been locked on his partner. Deep studies of Neuroethology had become second nature and the first step in studying an animal's behavior was to observe it to get a baseline reading to use as the control for experiments. He had absolutely no intention of experimenting on her, but observation was habit.

"Mind your perceptions." The corner of his mouth curled slightly, she had no idea. Just as Tree Vipers couldn't help but use their poison, Force users couldn't help but use the Force. From this he could extrapolate an approximation of what she might say or do next, most think behavioral patterns are proactive but his studies suggested the opposite: reactive. With a shallow dive into the emotional spectrum that flowed throughout the Force, it was immediately obvious that she was reacting to this place, nothing proactive about it.

The shallow dive also exposed a nearing blackness, he couldn't sense it directly, it was more akin to ripples on the surface of water returning to it's point of origin after bouncing off something solid just outside of view. Indirect observation wasn't as reliable as the direct route, but in terms of experimentation, it still added to the results. His partner felt it as well and voiced her concerns. "There is darkness in the Force nearby." To this he responded "Then we... must illuminate it." As his face turned to her from the window, now making no attempt to hide the fact that he was studying her. He idly wondered if she had a padawan and why her charge wasn't currently with her. A twinge of dissatisfaction waved through him having been shuffled from one Jedi instructor to the next, and if she was anything like the rest he almost felt sorry for whoever she was currently teaching.

"You're on... edge. What should... a padawan say to... a nervous Knight? "Get a grip"? "Focus"? Perhaps nothing... so as to not... undermine the Knight's knowledge and... experience?" Niish didn't mean to prod her, it was habit and curiosity speaking, but his lack of tact may come off as antagonistic.

 

[Zeb Volter]

The Lasat, alongside his master went to look in multiple caves, not being able to find anything. He and Javik decided to split up , but they could still communicate via the encrypted network.

When they finished, Zeb had his master order him to get outside. “As you wish.” he stated, replying to the Sith Warrior. He himself could also sense the Jedi, and he made sure to remember their force signatures. No one, but the force alone could tell if they would meet again, and when, or if they did, Zeb wanted to be ready.

Soon, he left the cave that he was in, and he so Javik. He could also hear a faint sound, probably that of a snow crawler. As Zeb walked, he could see that he was slightly taller than his master, mostly because his feet were natural snow shoes. Zeb could also feel the wind coming behind him, which he would also take note off.

“There are here; the battle has began.” he stated, smirking. This would certainly be an interesting battle.

 

[Emerald Iris]

Sionann heard the words of the padawan and listened to his voice, there was concern, it was welcome. "You are not undermining by observing someone, and questioning their emotional state of being," She reassured him will still keeping her gaze outside, peering through the blizzard towards the cliffs and mountainside that they had recently come from. "An open mind is a gift, you should not squander it," The sage knight turned her good eye over to the padawan. "I do traverse a very wide emotional spectrum, so be weary, however you are correct, I am actually, 'on edge', if you will." She turned back to the window. "The last time I was here, the one I was with and myself suffered a very humiliating defeat to two Sith, and the presence of one of them is here, I can feel it."

It wasn't Ark, and that is all that Sionann needed to know. The other one was here, and they were much nearer than she had expected. There was a flutter of excitement in her heart, and then the pressure of having to prove herself. Again, there would be no holding back this time. They were close enough at this point, and she stopped the snow crawler. Her feet backed away and towards the door to the outside, but she then stopped before exiting into the cold blizzard ahead of the padawan.

"How confident are you to face this, Padawan Kydon?" She turned back to him a look of concern washing over her. "Your skills with the blade and the Force?" Sionann paused again, knowing that their enemies were beginning to close on them. It was only two of them, and while she confident in being able to challenge both herself if she had to, doing so would not allow her to protect the padawan. "This is not training, and there is no one but us. We only have ourselves and our own knowledge of the Force. If you are not ready, take the crawler and head to the nearest outpost. I will rendezvous with you when I can."

 

[Niish Kydon]

Knowing now what had her on edge was a mild surprise, and whether it was the absence of empathy or the bitter cold getting to him, Niish didn't seem phased by it. Though it was peculiar that she would choose this moment to share such information, and after the snow crawler stopped, as the two prepared to disembark, it became clear why she did so.

"You desire to... redeem yourself in your... own eyes? I understand. Perhaps you... will get your chance, but, for better or... for worse... I cannot allow you to... do it unassisted, Master Ione. Additionally, I have... come too far in my training to... start taking steps backwards. If I were to... flee now, I too would... seek redemption in your eyes."

Niish nodded confidently to her. He wasn't sure how he could convince her to not worry about him, but actions do speak louder than words. He gestured for them to continue from the crawler then pulled up hood of the tundra jacket over his hairless, exposed scalp.

 

[Phoenix]

Javik threw off his over-cloack as the snowcrawler approached. Prepare yourself for what's to come. Center yourself and don't overextend in the battle. They were simple words, but the kind that could save your life. With saber in one hand, Javik reached out in the Force. The Jedi seemed... unprepared. More to his advantage, but he knew not to grow overconfidence, as that was an easy way to end up dead.

As the Jedi approached within earshot, Javik called out, his voice carrying through the Force loud enough for all to hear. In the name of the New Sith Imperium, this will be your one and only chance to surrender, Jedi. If you yield now, no bloodshed will be needed today. Of course, he made a comparable offer before every fight, but he had yet to have anyone take him up on the option. He didn't expect it now, but you never know. Maybe one day he'd get lucky.

 

[Zeb Volter]

They walked, and son the two of them would be facing the Jedi, Zeb facing Niish, and Javik facing Emarald. It seemed that fate had determiend that this woukd be a Padawan vs Acolyte, and Knight vs Crusader. The Lasat felt a rush of excitment as they prepared to fight. He would, like always, be ready. Zeb heard his master speak to him, and he had nodded. He then(after they had met the Jedi) had his master ask the Jedi to surrender.

Knowing that the Jedi were most likely not going to surrender, Zeb prepared himself. If they did not respond, or if they simply not surrender, Zeb would be the one to attack, his lgihtsaber in his left hand. The Lasat leaped, his feet close to the ground as he attacked, using his left hand to send an attack from the right hip to the left shoulder in a diagonal fashion. Zeb also put some strength into it. One had to remember though that some strength for the Lasat would be different from another humanoid, for instance a member of the Utapaunan species.

The wind blew behind Zeb, propelling him, although his weight allowed him to be able to move. Due to the wind being behind him, the snow would certainly also travle in the same direction. It would certainly meet Niish, and if the coldness of the wind did not affect him, in his face, or anywhere else, it would be the sand that would pelt his face.


Hopefully that attack would work.

 

[Niish Kydon]

The walk from the snow crawler was a short one before being met by the opposition. An offer was made, but the word surrender sounded more like come closer so I can kill you, neither was satisfactory or even reasonable given that Sith rarely took P.O.W.s. All four knew what the answer was.

The Lasat came towards Niish, and after a very brief moment of scientific interest that screamed "Oh, a Lasat! I've never seen one before, neat!" His lightsaber jumped into his right hand quickly joined by the left as it's blue hued cyclic energy came to life with a vibrant humm. A gust kicked the windchill to truly horrendous temperatures, he felt as if he was already being assaulted by nature itself, but sandstorms of Utapau's desert plains were a regular occurrence and something every Pau'an was practically born into, and although it may not appear to be the case, Pau'an skin was naturally resilient because of it.

The strike came in low to his right, an easily blocked maneuver but he wasn't about to try his strength against that of an obviously larger opponent. In Makashi stance, Niish performed a sweeping parry that arched up over his head ending at his left side with the Lasat's saberblade to the outside, the angle of his own saberblade vertical. Niish's movements continued to remained fluid as he quickly stepped right-footed towards his 1 o'clock to put himself very close to the Lasat's left, too close for the opponent's blade to defend or hit anything from this position if he tried to retaliate, Niish's saber skimmed up the Lasat's left arm as he did so, angling to horizontal to take the head clean off as his Force-sped step brought him passed the Lasat's location. The Makashi form would then have him swing the lightsaber down and backwards behind him to deflect any counterattack before again facing his opponent should they manage to keep their head.

 

[Emerald Iris]

It was only a short distance in the cold snow from their crawler before trouble finally revealed it's insidious face. The voice of one of the Sith was familiar to her and she could place the voice with the stronger presence, but the other she did not know. Ark wasn't here. The voice called for their surrender just like before, and at this point it felt more like a formality, allowing the two Sith to fight without any guilt.

"If it did not work the first time," Sionann answered words with words first, her posture turning more aggressive. "There is good reason to doubt it would work a second time." She let the wind take her cloak, left hand already taking up cold hilt of her lightsaber. Once again her training on Hoth would come into play at this point, the snow wasn't as bad as the last time at least, distracting yes, but not all dangerous.

She saw them come into view at this point and one of them, a Lasat, rushed forward at the end of her response to their surrender demand. His intended target was clearly Niish, but the padawan seemed ready for this. Trusting in the Pau'an's technique, Sionann pressed forward. Javik and Zeb were not going to be given the same courtesy as Ark. The Jedi code spoke of mercy, but it certainly did not speak of holding back, and the sage knight was no longer going to take it easy on the enemy anymore. Allow me some pride and wrath through my blade.

Spoiler: Battle Music

A step after the Lasat rushed, opening this duel, Sionann followed suit, gritting her teeth as if she were a predator, pushing hard against the snow with her boots. That same murderous intent which Juyo generated came forth from the Jedi Knight just like the last time and it would certainly be felt by the other three through the Force. It was an uncharacteristic feeling for a Jedi to have, but unlike the pacing around of last time Sionann was being considerably more direct. Originally her focus seemed to be split between Zeb and Javik, certainly enough to seem like the bigger threat, but she passed the Lasat as quickly as he passed her, feet kicking up a wall of snow as she sped up to meet the Crusader head on.

Sionann stepped into a full turn when close enough to Javik, the cyan blade of her lightsaber snapping to life as she swung it in a vicious slash aimed for his midsection, and relying only on the strength of her left hand. The strike would have been aimed a bit closer if the sage knight was actually intending to hit the Crusader, but rather the attack was an intentional feint to raise his guard for a melee attack and build torque to amplify the Force already flowing through her.

Upon finishing her turn, Sionann would be pushing her right hand forward to let out a powerful close range Force Push intending to blow Javik back and ruin any ranged weaponry he had. If she succeeded, she would follow through again, chasing Javik down during his recovery from the attack and coming in with a brutal slash that came down with both hands in an attempt to render his armor useless and cleave a superficial wound in his chest from left shoulder to right hip. Had her push or feint failed, the sage knight would follow through with answering whatever strike Javik initiated with her one of her own, throwing her weight against his offense with an offense of her own. Sionann never had a traditional parry, she always answered an attack with an attack. She also had every intention of ending this conflict quickly, and decisively.

 

[Phoenix]

OOC

Javik was surprised by the woman’s aggression. It was uncharacteristic of a Jedi, and would put an interesting spin on this particular encounter. While it was a bit surprising, it wasn’t shocking. In fact, it was that same feeling of inner rage that he had felt the first time he had come across her.

She charged in toward him, apparently bent upon his destruction or something like that. It was no unusual thing to have people try to kill him and this one wouldn’t succeed either. Form VII. Javik hadn’t studied it himself, but he knew of it. Aggression was its strong suit, but it left the user open to attacks.

Javik brought his lightsaber up in front of his body, right foot held slightly back. As the two came closer to one another, Javik used his right foot to take a 3-foot step mostly forward and partly to his own right. The step would carry him to the Jedi’s left side and away from the growing power flux he could feel in the Jedi’s hand.

Simultaneously, with a two-handed block, he met his opponent’s blade, stopping the one-handed blow. His step would carry him to approximately his target’s 8 o’clock and on the opposite side of the body from where she was preparing her blast, keeping him from being struck and the block would hopefully stop her from fully rotating around to face him. As the two blades clashed, Javik’s left hand shot out and wrapped around the blade of his opponent, the crushgaunt preventing it from being pulled back.

Then, with his own physically enhanced strength and the power of the Force in his muscles, he yanked on the blade, pulling it out to the Jedi’s 12 o’clock with enough force to dislocate the shoulder if he were lucky. This not only would force her to either release her blade or overextend her arm, but also prevent further rotation by pulling the left side of her body out and by extension the right side of her body back. From there, he would move his blade down to where her hand was hopefully still wrapped around her lightsaber and bring his blade slicing down on her arm at mid-forearm.

As he swung his saber, he also planned to pivot out so that his left leg would move back slightly behind him, leaving him facing his former 9 oclock and where the Jedi would theoretically still be.

 

[Zeb Volter]

Despite the wind propelling him, his force sight activated, Zeb could make movements. That was mostly because he was heavy, like all Lasats. Zeb could have even stopped leaping; this being evidenced when he had briefly touched some of the snow on the floor. This showed that his feet were close to the floor, and he could stop moving.

As the wind was propelling him, he had seen the other Jedi attack his master. Zeb was confident that his master would be able to handle her. The Lasat made sure to remember her force signature for future purposes; at this time, who knew if they could meet again, especially in the battlefield.

Before he had attacked, the Lasat, seeing that his opponent had used telekinesis to grab his lightsaber prepared himself, his feet meeting the ground, therefore being able to move in the grund before he attacked. Like he had planned to, Zeb sent an attack from the right hip to the left shoulder.

Zeb noticed one thing while his Teras Kasi barriers were activated, the Lasat making sure to keep to use whatever mental defense techniques he had. He had already made a note that since his feet were practically natural snowshoes, the snow wouldn’t really affect his movement. That however, wouldn’t be the same for the Pau’an. Pau’an’s didn’t have very large feet, and Zeb figured that they were close in size to a human. While he didn’t know what form his opponent practiced, if it was a form that relied on the usage of the legs like Makashi, it wouldn’t be very useful for him.

The Lasat’s right hand was free, so as he was performing his attack, Zeb so an opportunity, and he decided to attack. He quickly grabbed the SFPM-Flechette Pistol, and fired, specifically at the lower right section of the Padawan’s (left side of the) torso. If they were left undefended, the pistol’s flechette pistols would pierce the floating ribs (iirc, they are usually a weak area of the ribs), and the kidneys. One second after they had fired, the flechettes had quickly exploded. When he fired, he made sure to do it specifically in the center of the area he was firing in, meaning that if his opponent used his elbows to defend himself, it wouldn’t be extremely useful. The attack had occurred before Niish had moved to the left.

The fact that his right hand had been close to his right thigh allowed him to get the weapon extremely quickly. His hand was also close to his thigh when he had fired, meaning that his opponent would have a very short time to react. One also had to consider that if his opponent was using force speed to enhance his movement to Zeb's left, the Lasat was also using force sight to augment his reflexes, and this was an ability that he used everyday of his life, considering the fact that he was blind. He may not have mastered the ability, but Zeb knew it was his most developed ability.

While Niish was moving to the left, Zeb was moving to the right. Even then, most of the flechettes he had fired would most likely hit Niish; additionally, the flechettes were exploding into a one meter radius, so most of the flechettes would still hit Niish.

When Zeb had attacked, this was in the beginning second of Niish moving to the left. This meant that Niish’s body would still be facing Zeb, albeit in a slightly different manner. From Zeb’s experience, telekinesis, or force barrier wouldn’t be useful due to the fact that they were Padawans/Acolytes, and Zeb knew that(although he doesn’t like to admit it), it would most likely be Crusaders that could pull a move like that. One also had to consider the fact that since Niish’s lightsaber had been at his left shoulder, his entire lower section to attack, and Zeb believed that his opponent would most likely not be able to be able to move his lightsaber to attack his right hand, and slice the weapon, while leaving his entire section to be undefended. Even if he could do that, flechettes travelled at extremely high speeds, and that was why they were used to fight off force sensitives; nevertheless, the Lasat was ready for any surprises. If he needed to abandon his weapon, he wouldn’t mind, as Zeb had purchased many SFPM pistols during his days as an independent, and he didn’t mind using them.

If Niish decided to attack his right hand, Zeb would simply move behind, considering that there was nothing that could make him fall/trip, or be able to meet the floor. Zeb was also prepared to completely discard the weapon if it was required.

If the SFPM-Flechette Pistol did not work for some reason(which wouldn’t be the case), the Lasat wouldn’t have fired the SFPM-Flechette Pistol. Instead, he would fire the Sil-50 sonic pistol, a weapon that was also in his right hip. It would be targeted in the same area, at the same exact spot, with the same exact hand.

Zeb would release 5 sonic bolts, which if they hit, would affect his opponent, and knock him out for the rest of the fight. This weapon was extremely unique, at least in Zeb’s opinion, compared to other sonic pistols. The sonic sound mimicked the sound made by the target’s nervous system, meaning that the Pau’an would most likely not be able to hear it; additionally, from what Zeb knew, the only way his opponent could hear is if he had the ability Force Listening, because Zeb knew that force sense didn’t allow for someone to be able to augment their hearing capabilities. All the preparations, and possible counters he would do for the SFPM-Flechette Pistol, he would also do for the Sil-50 sonic pistol.

Zeb wondered if the Paua'an could even see, considering the fact that the snow would have touched his face. Even if he recognized the weapon(s), being able to react the weapon(s), and knowing what would happen at near-instantaneous speed would be extremely difficult. The wind would also not be able to alter the direction of the pellets, and flechettes,; however, the wind would increase the speed of the pellets, and flechettes, although that was a small factor.

The Lasat was ready to attack, and/or defend himself

 

[Niish Kydon]

The moment Niish began his Force-sped actions towards his 1 o'clock, he noticed the left hand of his opponent wielding a pistol. Knowing his own left side was exposed had opened the door for panic which prompted him to accelerate his already hastened actions as much as he possibly could, likely nearing Knight level speed(if you want to measure it that way). But it was already too late to move out of the way or do much of anything else, he heard the pop and felt the impact of whatever type of round the pistol shot. A more experienced Jedi might react with a defensive maneuver in preparation for a second round to be fired off, provided that he was even able to, but Niish's lack thereof combined with a momentum that he was already committed to made such a thing an impossibility. His left arm recoiled uncontrollably at the shock of pain, but his action and momentum continued, as did his lightsaber now held solely by his right hand, passed the Lasat's position, taking the head off as intended though at an off angle due to the recoil of his left arm. Unexpected that his foe had made no attempt to defend himself, possibly because he was too focused on the aim of his pistol.

The inertia of his body as he collapsed from the pistol shot gave him no other option but tumbling to the ground, bellowing up the snow as he rolled chaotically. The wound was bad, very bad, and could have been worse were it not for the thick jacket lined with heavy-duty heating elements which deadened and absorbed at least some fraction of the shot. The moment he stopped rolling was when the real shock of pain kicked in, feeling as though he was on fire. Tearing open the jacket and inspecting his wound, he realized it was much worse than he thought, surely his kidney had been punctured and probably something else too. Internal bleeding was a very real way to die, and out here in the middle of absolutely nowhere was the worst place to be. Not only that, the heating elements in his jacket were now broken, making freezing to death another very real way to die. His only hope of survival now was to drag himself back to the snow crawler and hope there was a medical emergency kit, no amount of Force healing was going to help him, though it might ease the pain so he focused the Force within himself attempting to prolong his quickly shortening lifespan, and began to drag himself towards the crawler, silently cursing himself for being so foolish and letting his partner down.

 

[Zeb Volter]

Before the Paua'an would go and make an attempt at kiling Zeb, he would experience nausea, intense dizziness, total disorientation, and memory loss. Soon, the Pau'an would be knocked out, and he would be lying there, totally defenseless. Considering the fact that the Sil-50 sonic pistol knocked people out for hours, it was safe to state that the Pau'an was out of the fight. From what Zeb believed, this had become a 2v1 duel against the Jedi Knight.


When Niish fell, the Lasat telekinetically called his lightsaber, making sure that he was going to keep it. Even though Niish had been rendered unconcious, Zeb didn't want any surprises to occur. He could see that as he was calling out his lightsabwer, he was facing Javik, and Sionann duel. Zeb had never faced a Jedi Knight before in battle, but he was certainly more than ready to do so, at least in the Lasat's arrogant mind. As he clipped Niish's lightsaber to the left side, he so the lightsaber, making sure that no unnecessary explosions, or anything else would occur; furthermore, he could also see that all the necessary materials were in place. Force sight allowed him to see through most objects, including this one, while maintaining his physical sight. As he did all of this, he made sure to keep an eye for Sionaan, making sure to be ready if she attacked .

With his own lightsaber activated, Zeb slowly went to Sionaan and Javik's position, waiting for the right moment to attack. The Lasat's mind was racing, him being very excited at the prospect of fighting a Jedi Knight.

 

[Emerald Iris]

Her entire attack pattern had been disrupted, even her feint, clever. Even with one hand on her blade Sionann smashed into Javik's guard with enough force to be felt down into his hilt, her cold fury pouring through with the strike. Before she could pull away, he had shifted accordingly to her side to avoid the push she had been planning, and grasped her blade with a crushgaunt protected hand. This was unexpected and while Sionann was certain the Crusader couldn't hold the intensity of the Opila blade for too long, she knew that wasn't his plan. It wasn't the Sith way to stop a conflict by just stopping someone's movement.

The sage knight felt the motion through the Force, saw the rapid increase in strength, and her own enhanced reflexes felt the direction he was pulling. She wasn't foolish enough to match her own less than average strength against such might, and so Sionann didn't resist; rather she went with the pull. Her feet left the ground as Javik pulled her around in a savage jolt that certainly would have ripped her arm if she resisted him.

Trusting in her own acrobatic skills, Sionann allowed herself to be flung like the wind to the side, her hand letting go of her lightsaber, intentionally having its "dead man's" switch activate and the blade extinguish itself in partial hopes the Crusader would drop it, but her real hope came from the trump card that she decided to play early.

Entering into a haphazard side flip away from Javik's slash, the sage knight let out a calm breath as her feet landed and skidded out of his inner circle, hands raising in what almost appeared to be a balancing maneuver for her landing, but she was certain her feet would hold from having practiced countless hours on not so solid ground, yet balance would have been the least of the Sith's concerns. Her hands were focused on him.

From all ten fingers, an arcing and dangerously bright blue blast of lightning screamed from Sionnan towards Javik. She remembered not having used this skill in front of this particular Sith before, so Sionann was counting on her own element of surprise with a Jedi using what was considered a rather traditional Dark Sided power. A lot of effort was put forth in attempt to bring the Crusader down, and the bolts of lightning would strike viciously if he was not prepared or unable to act. The Light Sided element of Sionann's nature as a Jedi gave her lightning a powerful impact rather than the traditional electrocution commonly associated with the technique, though sensitive electronics did run the risk of being fried. Her lightning was never lethal, though the pain of the strike would suggest otherwise.

Pivoting on her feet for better balance, Sionann would fire two more burst of her own lightning at Javik before calling her lightsaber back to her left hand through the Force. Dropping back into a Juyo low stance she would give the Crusader his moment to rise back up if she had temporarily struck him down, an act of mercy so he could be given the chance to recover or give up, while her blade sparked back to life. It was wishful thinking if he would stop at this point, but like all Jedi she would give him a chance, one of several.

 

[Phoenix]

Javik wasn't shocked that she let go and had full intentions of destroying the weapon once it was in his possession. It was, however, a bit surprising when the saber deactivated and began to soar through the air. With his saber already moving forward and the target saber moving backwards, a mere flick of his wrist managed to put the handle in the path of his blade. With a cracking sound, his opponent's saber fell to the ground, severed in two.

What happened next was a bit of a surprise though. Sure, Javik had heard that Jedi could use some form of doppleganger lightning, but he'd never actually seen one use it, let alone been on the receiving end of it. The lightning shot forth from her fingers and Javik brought his saber up. It afforded the main section of his body protection from the lightning, but not his legs.

He felt the lightning hit his right leg which was forward and unprotected, the searing pain and burning causing the leg to buckle and spasm. His knee hit the ground and his left leg extended to stabilize him. After a moment, he realized that actually worked to his advantage. His saber now covered a greater area of his body, protecting him slightly more.

How dare she attack him? She wanted to rob him of his control, just like Diro and Taskmaster. How could she attempt to steal his life and autonomy? Lash out at him with pain and terror? She'd probably have killed Tara too if afforded the chance. Never again would he suffer that weakness. He let his pain fuel his rage in the Force and empowered the blade of his weapon, causing it to draw in the lightning, manipulating it from off of its course and away from his body. It flew into the blade and a moment later reappeared, enveloping the blade, this time empowered with hatred as well. He did the favor of returning the energy, swinging his lightsaber down and letting the lightning explode back in the direction of his opponent.

 

[Zeb Volter]

The Lasat so that Sionaan had released her lightsaber. Seeing the opportunity, Zeb opened fired at Sionaan, sending five sonic bolts aimed at her lower torso. The sonic bolts would travel toward her, and as she was releasing a blue blast of lightning from her ten fingers, the sonic bolts would connect to her, leaving her unconscious, if undefended.

One had to consider the fact that she had released her lightsaber from the ground; moreover, the sonic bolts would most likely connect to her since she seemed to have been concentrated on releasing a blue blast of lightning from her ten fingers. Considering the fact that nine meters separeted him from Sionaan's position, the bolts would be relatively unaffected by the range, and also the wind as well.

If the bolts somehow could re-directed, or hit Javik in any manner, Zeb would continue to move in, waiting to attack.

The Lasat continued to walk to Sionaan, slowly, but surely observing the battle, making sure that he was ready for any attack from all directions.

 

[Emerald Iris]

And there went yet another lightsaber to a Sith, how many did that at this point now, three perhaps? What came back into her hand were the twin Opila crystals rather than the weapon itself. The attuned nature of these crystals would at least help to give her powers some strength, though it would do little in regards to a lightsaber duel. Unfortunately that was the least of her worries at this point.

The belting sound of sonic rounds off to the side, not from her opponent. It was the Lasat and that could mean her ally had lost, in whatever way that was. Sionnan hurled herself backwards to avoid the orbs of practically indefensible energy, letting them sail on by, but that put her in the path of Javik's retort to her lightning.

It was an explosive blast, an almost expert usage of lightning, and worthy of remembering, but the sage knight did not have time to ponder the mechanics at this point. Her hands came up in an attempt to redirect the redirected and amplified burst of lightning but the effort wasn't going to prevent any harm at this point.

Sionann caught the explosive burst of lightning with her hands and in pure concentration and the experience was beyond what she had expected. As if a thousand fireworks just went off in her body, the sage knight gritted her teeth and felt her body buckle, knees almost hitting the ground. Her right hand pushed outward to send what she could skyward, violently hissing from the pain, her voice not giving either Sith the satisfaction of her pain. The sage knight felt the emotions, the malevolence, coming from Javik, it was poisonous, wrathful, and something that she could use to her advantage in the lull that followed.

She felt her body lurch forward, legs in searing pain and arms heavier than normal. Her heart was beating off scale from the shock in a random rhythm that was not natural, it was going to tire her faster, at least while it beat like that. Her vision had faded for a split second, but came back to see both Sith in her field of sight. She had to force one of them to make a mistake, and who better than the Crusader.

"You're weak," Sionann grunted through her pain, loud enough for Javik to hear as the wind died down. "A slave to your anger, rather than a master of it. You are weak."

It was a gamble, but Sionann needed to have at least one of them react through emotion, as she managed to get a full stance once again a cold expression of focus falling upon her face, and that murderous impression through the Force coming back out from her. The twin crystals latched onto her left wrist, held by the Force, and Sionann began to build her energy again, waiting for them to move on her.

 

[Phoenix]

Javik’s lip turned up in an evil grin. It was uncharacteristic for him, but it was some of the darkest moments he had ever experienced in combat.

If I’m a slave then you’re a fool! You Jedi claim to be above the Sith, but the only difference is that you’re hypocritical about what you do. You claim to serve “peace and justice” and murder whoever doesn’t fall into your perfect little box, claiming it all in the name of “peace.”

He rose off of his knee, his right leg still burning. His left hand, on the other side of his body from the woman, reached for something on his belt, his body covering the movement. He began to walk forward, saber held in his right hand by his right side ready to defend him at a moment’s notice.

You unleash your furious rage in your saber form of choice, you use the Force to conjure lightning. Now, as if that’s not enough, you attempt to manipulate me with Dun Moch. You attempt a Sith technique because, at the end of the day, the only difference between you and me is that you won’t admit what you are. If I'm weak then you're weaker because you won't even admit what you are.

As he spoke and walked forward, he kept his senses ever alert to her drawing on the Force, preparing to defend himself from further attack. If he drew close enough and was out of danger, he would deliver a slash to the woman’s left leg. It would come from his own low right up through the woman’s leg diagonally to sever it below her knee.