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Lorcan

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Old man knew how to fight and didn't want to die - whatever floated his boat he supposed.

Personally Lorcan didn't give much of a crap what the old guy wanted and he, himself, wasn't too fussed about how he ended this fight. Down a hand, or an arm or bleeding out or just straight up dead - Lorcan couldn't bring himself to care beyond the all-consuming need to see the Sith dead. Oh how he wanted the old man to just stop breathing, to suddenly realize that he was dead and to let his body just accept it.

That they were now, essentially, grappling with blades was rather fun actually.

With the man having taken a step back to avoid the slash from Lorcan's knife, the lock-up had been broken to the point that he could strike down at Lorcan's left forearm. He pulled back as the old man did, stepping back and to his own right, circling the old man as he did so. Seeing the tip of the saber coming for his left forearm, he would pull back his left arm to instead catch the tip of the saber against the vibroknife in his left hand and push the tip of the blade away to his left, pushing the tip of the saber to the Sith's right.

At the same time he would pull back with his right arm and give a quick thrust of his blade toward the Sith's left knee. With the guard of the saber high and the point diverted to the opposite side, the Sith would need to attempt to dodge, which would open his other leg up for a slash from the side instead.

He just wanted the old man to die - that wasn't a big ask was it?


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Crix was just about done with all of this and, luckily, it seemed that this place was just as done with him as he was with it. He hurried the old lady along with him despite her recently bandaged injuries because he refused to end up stuck down here because he was busy helping the elderly! Crix Aran wasn't going out like some kind of wuss just because he was busy helping some grandma!

Still, the route that he had, rather accidentally, cleared on his way down had actually managed to stay clear any further enemy reinforcements. Of course he wasn't meeting any allies either but, hey, he had the grandma so what more did he really need?

His hands were beginning to shake more and more as the adrenaline started to ease up and he hated it. Damned sure his mom never shook like a leaf in the wind just because she'd gotten shot at by some arseholes. No, he needed to be strong like his mom and that meant that he couldn't dwell on what felt suspiciously like the need to cry about having literally killed someone.

Nope - sucking that shite up right the F now.

He had to make his momma proud even after making her question his stupidity. Spotting a fire exit up ahead, he pushed his way forward with a sigh.

"Time to go home Gran'ma."



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Ah.

Giant space worms were actually an entry method for those who had not drank the kool aid. Lovely and rather amusing - especially when you considered that they had basically just thrown a space worm at a ghost lady because they wanted to and gotten her covered in guts.

Nothing said having to agree with what The Forgotten said meant that he was going to be able to suddenly grow a less terrible sense of humour. Protecting the coffin was the order of the day and that was... kind of weird.

Why were they protecting a coffin?

Why were they bothering with any of this infighting and not fighting the actual enemy?

Oh and there was Indy!

He felt compelled to defend the coffin but that was it - unlike some of the padawans who seemed compelled to fight to kill. No he just felt an indescribable urge to defend the coffin. Finding himself stepping forward, one blade of his saberstaff ignited and he used it in a sweep to catch Hannibal's shoto saber before it could reach the corpse inside the coffin, batting it away as he stood in front of his friend.

Max smiled.

"Heard we gotta defend the coffin."
he said, almost conversationally, "It'd be a shame if something were to happen to it."

His hands gripped his saber tighter, one closer to the ignited end and one closer to the base of the saberstaff.

"This is the part where you mock me viciously until I start crying like a Sith with mommy issues, right?"
He couldn't help the grin, "Looking forward to it honestly."

Nothing said he needed to attack.

Nothing said he needed to kill or harm.

Just... defend.

He could do that, he supposed.


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The Forgotten seemed almost frozen for a moment. She dropped to her knees, clutching at her head and crying out as if in agony. It was clear that something or someone was greatly interrupting her powers.

Those who had elected to drink would be able to feel the strength of the Forgoten's grip weaken on them. The compulsion to obey would begin to dissipate and they may not longer feel the obligation to fight, but despite that, they would still feel the gravity of the danger they were all in. Whatever was out there that the Forgotten sought to defend against was still like a dark presence lingering at the edges of their consciousness.

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NAR SHADDAA


Well, it was time to end this conflict, what came next would probably decide the fate of this disgusting planet, was Jerex nervious? Not really, he had been in quite the important events before, was he excited? Very, the planet was already an example of the will of the force in his eyes already, and subjecting the jedi to that truth was always fun, death aided the process of the dark truth, and broken jedi would aid it, Jerex was ready to make sure they ended one way or another.

Flood was ready as well, he probably could've escaped one way or another if he wished to, killing the jedi seemed important, probably to hide his presence? The old sith thought it was most likely and could relate, the mask and fake name were not his usual choice of attire, but he prefeered not to fear being interrupted while working as a doctor because a jedi recognized him. Anyways, he could sense the other sith approaching them and their future opponents, sensing even a bit of fear which only excited his sadist heart a bit more. If everything went according to plan it was going to be one of those days old Jerex would think of fondly in the future.
 

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Darmus saw that one of his bolts impacted the male soldier before the duo scattered and appeared to run away, or at least to cover. While all this happened he had noticed the Jedi had followed him and while his opinion of that involved a lot of curse-words, right now her presence could come in handy. "Cover the left," the direction the female soldier had run off to, "I'll do the right, advance." He held his blaster aimed in the direction of that one corner where the male soldier, the one he knew he hit, had disappeared around and advanced slowly towards the injured woman. She'd been shot multiple times, but the medics were right outside the alley so if there was any sign of life he felt obligated to make sure she survived.

After reaching her he'd kneel down, his main focus still on the corner as his left hand reached down and grab her shoulder, "Talk to me," he finally removed his gaze from the corner to check on the woman and what he saw wasn't good, but if she did move or speak he'd at least be able to see and hear it. If she was unconscious he'd check her vital signs with his left, returning his gaze back to the corner.

"We need to get her to the medics," the ones that should still be treating you, you foolish young irresponsible and reckless jedi.

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Nar Shaddaa

Seeing the blind Jedi battered all over, Minerva listened to his explanation. Should’ve known it would be those accursed cultists. She thought in frustration, remembering the stories of the Sith. Regardless of her mixed feelings on the self-proclaimed peacekeepers, their evil worshiping counterparts were far worse in comparison.

At Nara’s question, Minerva shook her helmeted head. “Enough to kill, not demolish a giant door. Your friends better get here soon, contact them if ya can.”

The Mandalorian can hear the zombie horde coming closer and closer. Gripping the blaster rifle she breathed in and out before getting in a combat stance. She silently recalled the advice that her adopted father gave about fighting against trained force users.

They’re hard to kill with and have dangerous powers at their command. Do not underestimate them. Use whatever advantage or trick available you have.

Sure enough a trio of Sith advanced toward them. Live or die I will fight as a daughter of Mandalore. The armored mercenary thought with grim determination.

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Left unsupervised, Nykoria followed in Darmus's footsteps until she caught up with him. The welcome she received wasn't a particularly warm one; even though no words were said, Kori sensed enough to imagine what sort of words he would say. Did his opinion matter? Not while there was another woman shot in the street, and the perpetrators weren't too far off. It did seem like they would make a quick getaway at that rate though.

"Got it" the woman replied to the ranger's command. She didn't mind playing second fiddle as much as being shoved aside as a useless civilian. Especially when she could make a difference. Lightsaber ignited and ready to deflect any shots, Kori advanced down the passage and towards the injured woman. However, when the ranger knelt down by the Matukai, Kori moved forward, covering the two of them in case the attackers decided to return. Then something caught Kori's attention. It was the sidearm that had been dropped by one of the criminals. Then it dawned on her.

OF COURSE! This could be it! A potential trail to go after the Sith. The Zeltron half-turned her uninjured half of the face to the ranger briefly, while her azure blade was still in a guard position: "One of them dropped a gun. We'll need to round up all such evidence." The Zeltron spoke as if she were actually on the case. Then it occurred to her that the Ranger might take it wrong. "I mean, some Jedi can sense the history of an item..."

She was interrupted by the sight of the ranger kneeling by the woman's side. In all this excitement and adrenaline, Kori had almost forgotten that they had another wounded on their hands. "Yeah, got it. I'll cover you." Realizing her mistake, Nykoria still wouldn't just forget about the sidearm. One of the Zeltron's hands let go of the saber, as she focused her mind on the dropped weapon at the end of the alley. She'd levitate it from there closer towards them, wary of touching it or getting it too close though. The last thing she wanted was to mess up the fingerprints; she couldn't leave a weapon and potentially crucial piece of evidence just lying around.

Perhaps, after all of that was over, the Rangers would allow her to inspect that gun or any other evidence they'd find. A name dropped at the right moment in item's history could make all the difference. Psychometry wouldn't be admissible as evidence in court; but it could give clues and help with the inevitable investigation.

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Mara stood still as the soldiers retreated, all of her attention was focused on dulling the pain so that she could stay standing. Once the soldiers were gone and were in no way able to hurt her further, the Matukai collapsed to the ground, the pain from her wounds forcing her legs to give out. She didn't really pay attention to the ranger or jedi around her, until the ranger spoke. "I'm... Okay. I can get to the doctors, just give me a moment. Help other people who need it."
The wounded Matukai would tense as she tried to stand again, slowly rising to her feet as the blaster wounds burned. How in the world she was able to do so was a miracle, even to her. Mara detached the staff portion of her Wan-shen from her back and began to use it as a sort of walking stick. The Wrean was in a lot of pain, and was not moving very fast.

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Hannibal twisted his shoto swing into Max's own, trying to bind the weapon between the shoto's main blade and one of the secondary blades, though he'd end up in a basic guard if it failed. A ripple went through the Force, and Hannibal knew something was up with the spooky ghost lady. That and the head-clutching and screaming, of course. That kind of gave it away. Which meant now was probably a good time to pull a trick.

"No need," he replied coolly, and in an instant his presence closed off, becoming cold and icy, face expressionless beyond the determined glint in his eyes. But most strongly, coming off him in waves, was the pure sensation of the intent to kill. There was no hate or malice in it, neither guilt nor fear. Only death.

The sudden impression could easily lead a Force user to move to defend themselves, though Hannibal was unsure how well it would affect Max even if Hans hadn't shown him this particular trick just yet. Perhaps at least Felix would hesitate as a result, especially if the ghost's hold on them was weakening.


The Jedi Master suddenly moved as if to lunge toward Max, the intent spiking as if he intended to cut his friend down at that very moment, left-hand lightsaber turning toward him and the shoto remaining either in bind or on guard. Then his green lightsaber dipped down in a sharp thrust toward the coffin he was standing on, fully intent on burying it through the corpse's chest and doing his best impression of a plasma blender from there.

The intent to kill was very genuine, though it wasn't Max he was targeting even if he made it seem like it. The spectre needed to die, and Hannibal was fully willing to be the one to do it.


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The blade of the Jedi was plunged into the corpse, and without grip on her underlings anymore, there was nothing to stop it. The Entity had its day. It had disrupted her hold, its adversary was slain, and now there was nothing standing in its way.

The Forgotten's grip on this world was weakening, and as it did, the truth terror was revealed.

All those standing in the room would feel an unnatural cold creeping through. Shadows at the edge of the room seemed to begin to move like long tendrils stretching out from a point at the far side of the room. They reached for all those in the room, preparing to seize them. It was enough to pass sheer terror through anyone who saw. It was something unlike any of them would have seen or experienced before.

If it touched any of them, they would be seized by fear, frozen in place, and feeling as though the warmth was stolen from their bodies. There was no escaping the tendrils that wrapped around the entire room.

It would become clear to all those who had traveled here that the fear the Forgotten held was not a fabrication. There was something very real out there that would see them all destroyed or worse.

With what small strength she still had to connect her to this world, the Forgotten pulled together her power. The ichors of Dathomir pulled from the Well in the other room, and poured into the corner where the Entity's tendrils arose from.

It smashed against the creature, burning and hissing against the shadows before forcing them to withdraw, though where exactly it retreated to was a mystery.

With what little was left of her strength, the Forgotten turned to look at those who were there, her incorporeal form already beginning to melt away.

You have no idea what you've done. Now you'll have to find it and destroy it... if that's... possible... she said, and then she was gone. Those who had been her thralls among the monks awoke as if from a long sleep, confused and uncertain of where they had come from or how long they had been here.

And thus the last forgotten defender of Dathomir ended her watch.​


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Intent was a tricky thing to deal with.

People who were connected to the Force could feel the intent, the emotions, of others when they were in hightened states of awareness. Drawing on the Force for combat tended to be one of those states that tended to give Jedi and Sith an insight into the minds and mentalities of their opponents. Even those who were shielding never truly managed to hide everything.

So when Hannibal sent forth a clear intent to kill, Max had no reason to doubt him.

He knew his friend was cut from a different cloth to him, that killing was something that he had done in the past and would do in the future. Hannibal was able to justify the taking of life and Max never had been able to. So when he felt it, he knew that Hannibal could, indeed, kill and if he wanted to fight back he would have to be willing to kill as well.

So he moved his saber against the shoto, using his undivided attention and strength to push both his blade and Hannibal's blade away to the side, leaving himself intentionally wide open. He smiled as Hannibal lunged with his blade, fully accepting that his friend would cut him down.

Max had few regrets so death would not be do bad.

Of course his friend then showed that it was not the intent that was a fabrication but it's direction as instead of hitting him, he cast down at the corpse. Almost immediately Max could feel the difference and he stepped back from Hannibal and the corpse and the whole mess. He extinguished his saber and held it away from his body as he backed away from the coffin toward the side of the room, taking deep breaths as he did so.

The all-encompassing need to agree with the ghost was gone, leaving his mind exactly as it always had been but without the end result of all his thoughts, somehow, being routed back to agreement with the ghost. Shaking his head at how foolish the circular logic sounded to himself now, he felt the cold too late. A tendril of the darkness wrapped itself around his left leg and Max froze in place.

Even when the witch's ghost used the last of her strength to remove it, he could still Feel it. He knew it was still there, not so much in this room but out there at the edge of the Galaxy and beyond. Max dropped his saberstaff to the ground, staring at it for a moment.

How could such a weak weapon, a tool, stand against such malicious and insideous hate and hunger?

Max sat down against the wall and just stared ahead of himself, thinking. His smile was gone and his eye was sharp and focused but oh so very tired suddenly. He ran a hand through his beard for a moment before recalling his saberstaff to his hand and just staring at it for a moment before clipping it back to his belt and going back to thinking.

It waited and it knew they were less defended now than they were before.


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Elikar still wasn't sure how he had gotten to this point. Amazing the way the galaxy worked. One moment your enjoying your time off and the next you've driven a taxi into a building in the middle of a small scale war. Talk about your plot twist. But that was life. It was full of plot twists.

Before an escape plan could be developed one was provided. Elikar followed along helping the wounded he could although he wasn't in the best of shape himself. Miraculously they all made it to the evac lander without incident. It appeared someone had given the gunship a piece of its own medicine.

Elikar crawled into the transport along with the others. The stims were beginning to wear off which meant the pain was doing the opposite. Elikar settled himself down gingerly hoping this was going to the end of this really messed up day., to say the least. Of course, things often turned worse just as they seemed to be getting better. If this was one of those days... well hopefully it wasn't...
 

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"You must succeed at any cost. You have to kill me and then find him and destroy him. The monster will try to escape with his precious experiments. You cannot let that happen. Help me - help us all - young Jedi. You're this galaxy's only hope."

That was awful lot to put on the shoulders of a Padawan. The galaxy's only hope? This was a lot more serious than he had imagined, and he lacked the wisdom and experience to do the right thing. He looked back at the hole he created that would lead to the room where his Master, Izel Thral laid. She was healing, and Isen had no idea how long that would take or what shape she might be in. The Padawan stood over the tortured and tormented Jedi and considered his words. Hynsa Bekk had asked him to kill him to preserve the galaxy. To that end, Isen took one of his lighstabers and held the hilt over the chest of the battered Jedi and prepared to ignite. In a short instant, he could put Bekk out of his misery and, presumably, help to save the galaxy.

"What am I doing?" Isen asked himself. He put the lightsaber away and took a step back. "No. I can't kill an innocent person, especially a Jedi. We'll have to take care of the mad scientist responsible for this. Besides," the young Padawan said looking back toward the room where Izel Thral was still healing, "if we can get Master Thral in here, maybe she can patch you up, hmm?"

Isen immediately began looking for a door or another exit that might lead him to this mad scientist. The young Jedi figured he wouldn't have the same moral dilemma putting his lightsaber blade through him.


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Wolfgang strode swiftly down the halls once again, the third time down this hallway since he'd arrived at the lab. The absence of the other two Sith was quite clear at the end, doubtless gone off to deal with the Jedi. Sighing softly, Wolfgang went to move after them, once again picking up the metal folding chair on his way past and activating the spike to close the doors behind him. Best not to leave an open door, and he could activate the spike through a closed door just fine since he knew it was there.

His long legs and running pace would move him along quickly to catch up to the other two, spotting them in the distance. The pale gentleman's presence was certainly not subtle, even amidst the abundance of Dark influence in the area, making him easy to find. He'd end up slowing his pace just behind, matching their own as they headed off to intercept the would-be heroes. Wolfgang wondered what kind of heroes they would be, sensing at least one other Jedi somewhere. Perhaps it would be entertaining.


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Nara dropped to the ground, taking a breath as she felt the strange essences in the Force around them. The sources of Light nearby, filling her with relief as she knew that Izel and Isen were still alive. Stranger still was the presence she'd met briefly before, who rapidly reappeared, looking worse for wear. He gave his thoughts and Nara couldn't help but look back at Minerva in disbelief.

"Okay... okay," she said, nodding as she thought through ideas. She could sense the dark presences readying themselves ahead. All she had was herself, a Mandalorian and a blind Jedi who didn't look his best. Oh yes, and the ever-present rumbling of the infected growing closer.

I can leave. I can cut through the infected and go and report my findings, come back with a hundred Knights and sweep through the place, wouldn't that be swell.

She thought that but she knew she couldn't. Not while whoever it was still remained there. She faced the central doorway, breathing carefully.

I'm scared.

"Have either of you got anything explosive? Any heavy duty weapons? Anything to rig up that doorway?" she asked, her voice wavering, even as she tried to maintain her calm. She wouldn't race to meet the Sith. She would let them come to her and she would see what thing had done this to her homeworld.

Nara stood opposite the central doorway, staring into the darkness for a moment. Her breathing levelled out as she closed her eyes and held her hands together in front of her, just drifting into the Force, readying herself for the moment to come. Hoping that the other Jedi would make it, that they might have a chance against the darkness coming for them.

Emotion, yet peace...
Ignorance, yet knowledge...
Passion, yet serenity...

Chaos, yet harmony...

She sought solace in the words that'd never resonated with her until her darkest moments.

Death, yet the Force...


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The worst of her injuries seemed to be taken care of, though the young Vratix still felt like death. She could sense the familiar feeling of their allies nearby. As well as the Sith. They were out of time. Using her pike as a crutch Izel slowly struggled to her feet and shambled towards the hole Isen had cut into the wall. She leaned against the makeshift passageway when she reached it, analyzing the room beyond. Nothing she saw was good. The presence she had felt was in much worse condition then she could have imagined. Her Padawan was off to the side, looking for another exit.

Without saying a word Izel approached the barely living body on the bed. She could feel his pain and suffering. She stumbled and reached out a hand to grab the edge of the bed, barely able to stay up. She looked over the man, antennae twitching. Even if she had the energy to do so, this was far beyond her ability to heal. And looking at the machinery, she doubted they could move him without exacerbating his pain or outright killing him. The more she thought about it the more dread filled her mind. She could see only one solution.

"Dammit..." She clicked in her native tongue, the sound barely audible. How could they have allowed something like this to happen? She remained standing there, hunched over, staring blankly at the body. She couldn't do it. She had to do it. Slowly she turned her attention to Isen. "We're out of time." She told him in a wavering voice. "Those creatures are bearing down on us. I can sense the others are near, in the other chamber. They will need our help. We need to... Escape..." She turned her attention back to the body. "The Sith we're looking for will be there soon. You should join them. I'll be right behind you." She tightened her grip on her pike nervously. "I'll... see to this one..." Her voice was low and miserable. She looked again at the equipment hooked up to the body. Again she wondered if there was any hope of moving the man. It seemed very unlikely. The alternative however... Just thinking about it disgusted her, made her feel ashamed. But what choice did she have? She couldn't waste time. She, her apprentice, her friends. They'd all die if she did. She had to do it.

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NAR SHADDAA


Well, it was time to end this conflict, what came next would probably decide the fate of this disgusting planet, was Jerex nervious? Not really, he had been in quite the important events before, was he excited? Very, the planet was already an example of the will of the force in his eyes already, and subjecting the jedi to that truth was always fun, death aided the process of the dark truth, and broken jedi would aid it, Jerex was ready to make sure they ended one way or another.

Flood was ready as well, he probably could've escaped one way or another if he wished to, killing the jedi seemed important, probably to hide his presence? The old sith thought it was most likely and could relate, the mask and fake name were not his usual choice of attire, but he prefeered not to fear being interrupted while working as a doctor because a jedi recognized him. Anyways, he could sense the other sith approaching them and their future opponents, sensing even a bit of fear which only excited his sadist heart a bit more. If everything went according to plan it was going to be one of those days old Jerex would think of fondly in the future.
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Seeing the blind Jedi battered all over, Minerva listened to his explanation. Should’ve known it would be those accursed cultists. She thought in frustration, remembering the stories of the Sith. Regardless of her mixed feelings on the self-proclaimed peacekeepers, their evil worshiping counterparts were far worse in comparison.

At Nara’s question, Minerva shook her helmeted head. “Enough to kill, not demolish a giant door. Your friends better get here soon, contact them if ya can.”

The Mandalorian can hear the zombie horde coming closer and closer. Gripping the blaster rifle she breathed in and out before getting in a combat stance. She silently recalled the advice that her adopted father gave about fighting against trained force users.

They’re hard to kill with and have dangerous powers at their command. Do not underestimate them. Use whatever advantage or trick available you have.

Sure enough a trio of Sith advanced toward them. Live or die I will fight as a daughter of Mandalore. The armored mercenary thought with grim determination.

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Whether he knew it or not, @Isen Ramm's gross indecision might cost his friends their lives. There was no secret passage or hidden door in the room, his only choice was to go back the way he and Izel had come to group back up with the others.

Had he listened to the instructions he'd been given and acted with purpose, he could have already been closing in on the imminent fight like a knight in shining armor - but instead, he'd left the proper choice up to his master, and if she was worth her salt, his Jedi mentor would do well to make a lesson out of this, should either of them survive the night.

@Izel Thral's instincts were correct, but whether or not the broken but not beaten Jedi would make the correct decision was yet to be seen. Perhaps it was waffling in times of crises that would be her legacy.

--

Flood could feel them. Those that had gathered together, and those that had not. Dawdling would almost certainly earn this ragtag group of misfits their imminent demise. As Flood moved through the sinking darkness with his allies. the lightside forces emanating from @Nara Allam were almost blinding.

Your dedication is admirable. The words, barely a coveted whisper slithering from Flood's lips, would echo in Nara's ear like Flood had leaned in to tell her an intimate secret. But you must know, the lightside cannot save you.

It was now that the group would be able to see the glow of Flood's lightsaber piercing the previously impenetrable darkness darkness of the tunnel. Shortly thereafter, Flood would unleash a powerful wave of pure darkside energies in the direction of @Nara Allam, @Minerva Fhirdiad, and @Salek Fallanai.

This fight would have but one outcome. Either the Jedi would leave this place, or Flood would.

 

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The marines and other medical personnel got to work loading up the wounded, patching them up with bacta and bandages to help keep them stable for the trip. The the sheer number of workers it wouldn't take long to load up both the emergency vehicles and the gunship itself.

Meanwhile a squad of six marines made their way into the station itself while four more secured the downed gunship, double checking to make sure the contents weren't living.

Perhaps surprisingly to the valiant defenders, the emergency vehicles flew off uninterrupted. Not a single sniper shot, anti-vehicle missile, or rogue gunship. They were safe, for the moment.


The old man @Lorcan was fighting suddenly took a step back when his strike was blocked, moving his blade away from the vibroknife and leveraging it down and left in a circular parry to deflect Lorcan's thrust off to the left before flicking it back up to a center guard, tip pointed toward the other man. Oh yes, the old man had determined this young and bloodthirsty hound could handle his blades. Most interesting.

But unfortunately, the buzzing of his earpiece comm was telling him it was time to go. Such a shame, but that was the way of things. The old Sith took another hop back, over his cloak, and with a flick of his hand the voluminous garment was flung upward toward Lorcan, spreading out widely and wildly as if it had come alive, seeking to envelop him. He then fled, the Force speeding him on his way down the hall toward the designated ending point, assuming he wasn't followed at sufficient speed or otherwise interrupted.


@Darmus Onn, @Nykoria Tallis, and @Mara Kensei were unbothered after the soldiers fled, losing the trio in the maze of buildings and heading off to who knows where. Nykoria would be able to safely retrieve the soldier's dropped sidearm, a simple DC-17 pistol. Darmus would receive notice over the comms that the medical evacuation was going as planned, the various ships heading toward the nearest emergency centers, and the Coruscant Security officers were re-securing the perimeter in the absence of incoming sniper fire.


@Crix Aran and @Vera Coulter made their way up and out through an emergency exit, the building so completely ruined the alarm didn't even properly go off for more than a second or two. But they were unhindered and unthreatened, even as slow as they were, and marines would assist in getting them aboard an emergency vessel to evacuate.


Back up in the tower, @Talak Rand darted left to avoid the charging shadow, but it quickly revealed it didn't properly obey the laws of physics. It seemed to track his movement, followed him and swinging its shadowy blade. It met his lightsaber, crackling ominously against the Force-imbued weapon and giving off a smell like burning plastic and grave soil. The thing's left-hand claw stretched out, extending, twisting, and bending well beyond the capacity of a human arm and swung its razor claws toward Talak's left thigh.

The man, on the other hand, didn't move. The only change in the black-eyed young man as the desk was launched toward him was a change in expression- a sly, confident smile, entirely unbefitting of a person about to be smashed by expensive furniture. Then the desk struck him, slamming into his midsection and into the big, open window behind him. It pushed him through, the glass shattering him and impaling or slicing him in several places as he went, poised to fall from his high tower to the far below streets of Coruscant. Just as planned, in a way.


"Checkmate, pretender," the shadow said with the voice that had previously come from the young man, laughing cruelly as it began to become hazy, though it certainly wasn't gone yet. In that moment the young man flung through the window appeared to change, so quick it could have been missed in the blink of an eye. The young man was gone, replaced by a dark-skinned, middle aged man with close-cropped hair and beard, an expression of terror and confusion on his face. A face that Talak had doubtless seen before, plastered across the news in reports about the Sith attacks and the arrest of Ender Halcyon. He was even at the funeral that followed the attack on the Prison, to pay his respects to the fallen. Talak's hunch about possession had been correct, at least in part.

"What..?"

Ranger Chief Douglas Houdson blinked, unsure of where he was. The black void was gone, there was a great burning pain, he felt weak and couldn't breath, and he could see the sky. The Coruscant sky he'd known for all his life, the familiar sky of his home. The home he'd fought to defend, to him representative of everything he held dear in the Free Worlds and the Republic. Last he remembered he was heading to work, to his office. Was he falling, is that what was happening? It felt like he was falling. That wasn't good.

His arms flailed out weakly, time seeming to slow down, but there was nothing to grab. Only empty air and the desk that had crushed him through the window. Was he going to die? He remembered all the work, all the fighting he'd done to keep the peace, to keep people safe. If he was going to die, at least he'd done his duty.


Staring up at the bright blue Coruscant sky, Douglas Houdson fell, eyes closing as his injuries took their toll and unconsciousness took him.


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Lorcan

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Lorcan was in the middle of combat and he would give nothing more than for it to continue forever. The way it made his feel so alive was worth every scrape, every burn and every threat that had ever come about as a result of the combat itself. Scowling and cursing under his breath as he was, Lorcan was having too much fun to stop himself from grinning.

This was what he wanted.

Live or die, he didn't care. He just wanted to feel the pure rush that only this could give him. Still, the old man was a tricky fighter. Cursing and stepping back, Lorcan pulled back with his knife even as the cape launched itself at him acting like a freaking rocket-propelled straight jacket.

That he knew how straight jackets felt was irrelevant.

Sacrificing his left arm and the knife almost immediately, he thrust his arm out to be ensnared by the cloak because it meant he could pull it to the left as he did so. Adjusting his grip on his sword, he saw the old man retreating. No doubt the old bugger had orders but Loran was upset. He wasn't upset so much about the fact that he was being attacked by a coat so much as he was upset that their fight didn't have the type of finish he wanted.

He wanted one of them dead! Didn't matter who - just that there was a finish! And ending! A climax after he had tried so hard!

It was with real petulance that he launched his sword, actually throwing it, at the retreating Sith. He wanted his ending damn it!


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As the illusion ended - because that was what it evidently had to have been - Talak swore very loudly. He would have liked to reach out and grab the falling man with the Force, but that wasn't an option. The desk would have crushed him, Talak was still trying to evade the specter, and the man was already falling.

The specter went for Talak's leg, but Talak continued his retreat, pivoting as he did so. He continued to move off the midline and to his own left, which was now also toward the window. A shallow blast of the Force would hopefully send the shadow back and then Talak... jumped out the window. Not how he was anticipating today going.

It was all instinct. None of it was thought out, but there were some facts that were ingrained into his subconscious. Sith could drop hundreds, if not thousands, of meters and survive with the Force. Could he do that with a second body? He certainly hoped so.

As he fell, only a short distance away from the Ranger, he reached out his free hand while his saber blade flashed out. He gripped the man with the Force and he wasn't sure if he actually pulled the man toward him or simply slowed his descent enough for Talak to catch up. It was mere moments before he had caught up to the man and wrapped his arms around the man.

The ground was close now. Far closer than Talak would have liked. Far, far closer. He pulled the Force around both of them, grabbing them as he might have grabbed falling debris. He slowed their descent, but levitation wasn't usually done while in freefall. Slowing an object that was going to crush a person was... different. Less jarring than freefall.

But he focused. Years of training practically since birth came rushing back. The Force heeded his call, and slowed them both.

That wasn't to say that it was a happy landing. It wasn't lethal, but there was no other word than to say that both men slammed into the ground. The wind was knocked from Talak, and he still couldn't tell if he'd broken something. He wasn't dead and he could move his legs, so both of those were absolute wins in his mind.

You'd better still be alive, he thought, because when he actually tried to say the words, they wouldn't come. The air seized in his lungs. Instead all that came out was a quiet groan.
 

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With the threats apparently gone, and no need to cover the ranger anymore, the Zeltron extinguished her lightsaber. The blade's azure glow disappeared, and all that remained were the lights of the city, and the burning building nearby. The ranger's radio informed them that the crime scene was being secured. Is it finally over? It sure felt like it. The Zeltron inspected the DC-17 she had picked up with the Force—never touching it, as it could mess with the evidence. With the owner of the weapon clearly gone, the Jedi simply returned it where it was, for the forensic specialists to find. She'd make it a point to pay them a visit after this mess was over.

The wounded Jedi had done what she could. Was it enough? Probably not. That "Sirius" guy was still at large, and it was Kori who couldn't prevent him from getting away. Countless rangers were dead or missing, and the Zeltron still didn't know what the attackers were trying to achieve. Why stay at the crime scene and risk their lives after the explosion? The Sith were clearly after something more than wanton destruction. Or they were just crazy. But "crazy" alone wouldn't have gotten the Sith that far. Little did Kori know that their plan to secure the data about Sector Ranger personnel had been foiled elsewhere.

The Zeltron's train of thought was interrupted by the sound of broken glass far above. A man falling down from a building, and another man apparently jumping after him. Could the day become any more surreal? Kori wasn't aware who the men were. For all she knew, one of them could be a sniper mentioned in the reports. But she didn't think about that, and just did the first thing a Jedi would do: try to avert two deaths. The Zeltron aimed both her hands—one of which still held the lightsaber hilt— at the falling men and took a deep breath as she tried to get a grasp on them with the Force.

In a situation like this, the trick was to slow the descent as much as possible. Kori knew that much from her training at the CorSec Academy all those years ago. A technique like aerokinesis to produce a strong gush of wind would be perfect; yet Nykoria didn't have the skills or time to pull off something like that. Where is Izel when you need her?! Kori's Vratix colleague was much more well-versed in different aspects of the Force, and perhaps could've come up with a better solution. But the Zeltron had to make do and think on her feet; so she relied on a simpler technique.

Just like catching an egg without breaking it: follow its trajectory for a while when it you first touch it. If the descent hadn't somehow been slowed down already, it would've been much trickier. Unware of that, Nykoria just worked independently of Talak to slow down the fall of the two people, careful not to make it a sudden stop. Kori wasn't sure she'd be able to save either of them, but it was worth a try.

After the duo landed, Kori heard something that she didn't expect: a quiet groan. At least one of them is alive! She rushed towards the men, landing on one knee by their side with a loud: "Are you ok?!" With fresh unhealed burns covering the left half of the Zeltron's purple face, they'd be treated to quite a sight. That is, assuming they bothered to look or even had the capacity to do so. Besides, Kori would soon turn away from them, yelling in the direction where she had arrived from: "WE NEED A MEDIC HERE!"

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She swore to anything listening, if that little brat called her Grandma one more karkin' time...

She scowled at him, blue eyes flashing coldly.
"I know what I saw, Force dammit!" She snapped back, her voice a harsh growl. "I haven't lost my damn mind, those things are unnatural. Evil. They attacked my work, attacked my people. I can shoot a corpse if I damn well want to, no matter how karkin' turned to paste it is," she snarled, still gripping the lightsaber with a white-knuckle death grip. They had to get out of here, get to a damned medic or something.

But the blood loss, the burns, and the sheer mental stress of the thing began to take their toll. Her vision began to get blurry, cold sweat broke out on her forehead and down her back as she staggered along, but kept her vice grip on the dead Sith's lightsaber. She was gonna keep a hold on it no matter what, that thing was hers now.

Karkin' Force users. They were unnatural and creepy as kark. It was a brainless move to align with the Jedi; didn't anyone learn from the history of the Republic? Force users were just damn bad news. And she didn't care whose kid it was dragging her out to safety, just because he was Aran's kid she wasn't gonna kiss ass. He was gonna hear it, straight and unfiltered from the older Ranger.

She gritted her jaw and forced herself to get moving until collapsing for the nearest ambulance vehicle.

It was then, her vision would start blurring to dark at the edges, and her hands began to shake as the full impact of what had happened finally caught up to her. She knew she owed the kid one, rationally, but right now she was irrationally angry, stemming from one cause. An emotion she hadn't felt in a long, long time.

Irrational, cold, gut-sinking fear.


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Indy Sati

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If anyone expected Indy to be happy at this turn of events, they didn't know her. She not only wasn't cheering at what happened, but she seemed somber, golden eyes staring at the ghost while she disappeared. She pointed one finger at the vanishing specter, then lowered it in a slight salute.

"Now your watch is over. Rest in peace," she muttered, then scowled at the Padawan coming at her. With a flick of her fingers, she would Push the child-woman away, eyes distant and mouth set in a grim line as she stared the younger woman down. "Back off kid. And you," she pointed at Felix. Annoyance made her eyes narrow, and her free hand settling on her hip. "I don't know how you got here, but I can guess. And if you think what happened here is terrifying, you have no idea what's waiting for you once we get back. Extra Crispy," she addressed the Sith, "Whatever your name is. You've got a contender waiting outside with a metal jaw, he seems to forget that you can kick his ass. Please do so, I think metal conducts wonderfully. And Max," she stopped.

Crossed the room, slowly at first.

He had replaced his saberstaff. That had to be a good sign, probably. Or not, the old bastard was wily.

She offered down a hand to him, but there wasn't a smile on her face. Just a grim acknowledgement.
"Get up, you idiot," she spoke quietly. "I told you I'd come back. We've kicked things to dust together before; let's do it again. Better than any dead witch," she finished, waiting.

It was time to face the Darkness. And Force knew what the galaxy held in store... but they would beat this thing, one way or the other. But she wasn't gonna let this fool Master wallow in self-pity, they didn't have time for that. Hopefully Roland wasn't taking too sweet and long a time facing down that metal-jawed living bionic.


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