Harvest.

[Orphen]

The monster looked amused at Zeus' ramblings, though something deep inside it began to stir. something good? something benevolent? It mattered not, the voice was weak compared to the tree-man's mighty bellowing presence. Zeus seemed to have deflected his scream, but there was something much worse coming his way. Taking another step forward, raising an arm as if to bring down the hammer of judgement upon his foe. Dark power welling in the fist as it bought it down. Tons of force picked up by the dozen as it's fist would collide with the ground crushing the Jedi master. Power enough to wake the dead within it.

And that's exactly what happened.

Be it from one force or another. A deeper split malevolent consciousness within the wicker man. The flaming victims of the cult writhed back to life screaming maddening tunes. Bought on from a twisted contorted form of battle meditation which staved off death. The cultists with lethal wounds arose once again. No longer under their own sentient control, but wailing terrors of an ever undying nature. He was holding them back from becoming one with the force. Dead but living.

The howling wights would rush the group in a fury, those on fire moving faster than the crippled ones from the earlier fight. The only ones who stayed down were those whose motor functions and limbs were completely destroyed prior by the likes of the world or the others.

 

[DeathToll]

AbdAas whipped around to dive roll back and away from the falling fist of darkness. The ground shook with a massive surge of a sickening dark energy at the pound of Acre's might, breaking up the soil that propelled AbdAas flying further through the air. A malevolent dark purple haze billowed out from the stress point in the ground, cracking from the distorted power of life in this earth and enveloping the Sephi Master as he kept going. AbdAas rolled out and stood back up as he looked back over shoulder at the beast he once knew.

He had retained the absorbed energy, a beacon of light in an otherwise destroying darkness, only building on the previously gathered essence transformed - to be harnessed for good at the proper moment. A green beam shot out of its hilt with a snap-hiss, now secured by AbdAas' right hand.

AbdAas turned away, showing his back completely to Acre. Arms extending out, saber pointing up, AbdAas welcomed the tree's next attack; seemingly requesting death.

 

[Nightmare Moon]

As I finally get to the ships doors I see the figures rising up from the flames. "XXXX" Is all I can mutter. I quickly dash inside the ship as I see the undead begin to pile onto The World. The powerful droid smashes them off easily but they keep coming only stopping when they have been completely dismembered by his metal limbs. The Magician begin to shift its elemental shots to ice so to freeze and restrict the movements of the shambling corpses and make them easy to shatter. "I AM GOING TO ATTEMPT TO MODIFY YOUR EXPLOSIVE DEVICE" I scream to Matthew. " COULD YOU PLEASE HELP MY DROIDS KEEP THE UNDEAD FROM RIPPING THE FLESH OFF ME BEFORE THAT HAPPENS?" By ourselves neither Matthew or I would be much help to AbdAas in his battle with the botanic giant but perhaps if I can make Matthews bomb into a more focused and less wide area explosion we could deal a significant blow to the creature (Things such as this can survive unnatural amounts of punishment) and let the old master gain the upper hand. As I get into the hull of the ship I see the device. I bring out my omnitool and start to pray. The Sith made me into a genius and now it's time to turn their own work against the darkside.

 

[Niklas]

Matthew hesitated. "YES MA'AM, THAT I CAN DO!" .He sprinted up the gamgplank into his ship. Picking up a busted pipe, he broke the lock on te weapons cage. He started to freeze up. He looked for a weapon that would satisfy the needs here. Sweat poured down his face, and the pain in his knee increased by tenfold. His eyes met three weapons: a cryogrenade launcher, an lmg blaster, and a flame projector. He grabbed all three, and a few extra clips each.

Dragging himself out of the ship, he felt his knee beginning to give out. He placed his hands on it. Biting the sleeve of his jacket, he screamed as he put pressure on it. A loud, almost moist crack was heard as it snapped back into place. Matthew limped, through the still excruciating pain out to the two bots. Dropping the flamer and the grenade launcher, he cocked the slide on the LMG. He took a knee. Come on, Matty! You can do this. Come on buddy, you're gonna get through this., his conscience told him.

He put fll force on that trigger. His whole body shook as the LMG ripped through the undead. He tried not to blink. He felt charred remains, and blood hit his face as he did so. He was still pouring sweat. The pain did not subside. He felt a tear stream down his face. As he kept shooting the dead down, he was still biting his sleeve.

 

[Orphen]

As it seemed the Jedi master Aabdas ignored the wicker man, rage rose within him to an unconquerable level. Uprooting his huge foot once more it took another step closer, sweeping an open hand out along the groun increadibly quick to grab him up. The monsters' rage turned to unbridled fury, the dark side of the force welled up once again, the flaming pyres and minions of the beast who were still aflame ginited further. Exuding intense heat from each and every one of them.

But even his own treelike body became ingulfed in the flames. The fire would spread around its back and head, as well as down the lengths of its arms. The flame, burning the wood, but the wood absorbing the fire through tutaminis. Creating a circle of power and fury that seemed to be inextinguishable. Using this technique of self torture, it was powering up massive summs of force energy for another attack should it manage to grab the former supreme grandmaster of the order.

one sweep from the left would follow up with another from the right as the creature attacked with full force head on. The heat in the surrounding area already risen to fourty degrees

 

[Sirocco]

http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?41057-Roy-the-hunter

After hearing the loud battle happening away from the farms and near the star ship he sneaked out of not too long ago, Roy grumbled back to his boss after wandering to look for some local drinks. At the sight of the wooden titan of a monster, Roy felt a horrible sensation coming from the beast and the cultists, being rather new to the concept of the dark side. “Boss! What in blazes is going on here?! Are those zombies?!” Roy askedThrough the com link, jumping to action right away as he immediately recognized the evil fiends and his allies. One of the possible allies was the complete manifestation of awe, the very thing he thought the force could be and what he one day inspired to be “wow…” Roy whispered as he pulled two SS-k 7 heavy pistols and immediately fired away at the zombies with considerable aim; the bolts from his heavy blasters sang power as the heads and body parts of the zombies were carved with sizable holes. Wandering what they would do with the monster, Roy wished to blast destructible looking beast to a splintered mess but wished to know more. The Sephi in his might and skill could possibly feel great, yet unrefined force potential coming from his new ally in this deadly battle, Roy’s force sensitivity was something he had discovered at a very young age and sense then has strived to learn and refine this gift. The sephi he was now battling beside was possibly his best hope to starting the first step to his dream so he wished to talk with him if they lived through this battle.

 

[DeathToll]

Their powers were growing, there was but one hope. Hope was what guided the Sephi Master to turn his back. The thought, though fleeting, echoed with all the cries of those judges peering over his shoulder. They called for him to end her life, all those years ago; now and again, for Acre in the same. They sounded familiar, even the voice of his master rising up through the chorus; like the drums of war, enhanced by the fires of this creature once friend. His plan, as his own personal tenet, was to use the fury of his opponent against him. In this case however, he hoped to save his old friend, Acre. But he needed to whittle down the edge of Acre's advantage, thus having turned his back to enrage the beast. For he was small, and the beast was large. His reach was short, but the beast's was long. Yet Acre would bring AbdAas' intensions on himself.

It may seem to some, as the beast hurled its massive leg to close the gap between them, that this Jedi was no longer willing to fight one whom he so loved in life. And in a way, they would be right. For he did not wish to kill Acre unless he had no other choice. His lightsaber had ignited. Was he going for guile? Then the beast lit with the flames of hatred. Their power fought for space in the very air, Light battling light as AbdAas' white glow condensed under the beast - pushing back at the colorful reds and oranges of the creature's crackling fire.

The dark creature loomed over the Jedi on the hill, as if a painting dreamed up by the fantasies of time itself. The landscape was torn, soil unearthed, with the lone figure standing in welcome to the charred whicker man aflame surrounding him. The sky seemed to cry, as a single star fell in the dark of night. Was this his fate?

AbdAas spun round at the last second, arms high as a statue, as the burning hands of the behemoth nearly clapped together around his torso, one after the other. The crushing pain forced out a hollow wail to the heavens, excruciating even under the protection of the Force barriers that continuously drew all emitted power of the beast like a poison transformed. AbdAas could not lose focus. Not now. And even more than usual, he would be a light in himself with all his gathered power. It were as if the huge wooden creature was holding his own torch, of a different kind. But still, the beast needed priming. If his strategy were to work, AbdAas would need his friend to be open and exposed.

"ARTEMIS!! ...Artemis."

There were many flickers of life cascading across AbdAas' consciousness, this new fellow's life force but one of many noticed by the Master. He could only focus on this one thing. Resisting strength with absorbing power, he had let himself become like a bloated sponge nearly at its saturation point. Fire would but fuel him. Pain would transform to hope. But if his plan did not work, he would leave trust in his companions. Perhaps they would find a way to weaken the beast. Perhaps they might even attempt to distract it currently? Regardless, the Light was growing. It had begun to manifest, even. And soon, it would purge all the Darkness these cultists had created. But at what cost?

 

[Nightmare Moon]

I work like I have never worked before. There are many calculations to be made and as I do them my brain seems to speed up so that time appears to slowing down around me. I re-adjust the bombs power and alter the blast radius so that the explosion is heavily focused on a small area. Finally I modify the device so that it won't produce fallout and can be fired from a ships gun. "MATTHEW" I cry out. " I WILL NEED YOU TO FIRE THE SHIPS CANNON AFTER MY DROID LOADS THE SHOT." I feel sort of bad having to give orders like that but the first priority is the survival of everyone and I have decided that we are all walking away from this no matter what. The World breaks combat and grabs the now heavily modified shell taking it to the cannon and loading it manually. As I burst into the cockpit I see that a new figure has joined the fight on our side and is blasting at the undead with heavy weapons - this is good as it will help my droid The Magician keep the undead off us while Matthew aims and fires the ship gun. I open up the ships comm and begin broadcasting a message to the surrounding area :


"AbdAas and whoever you are get away from the tree. I have just modified the weapon in the ship and Matthew will be firing it at the beast in a few seconds. I doubt the blast will kill the beast but I am sure it will deal it significant damage and perhaps stun if for a while"

At this range there is little chance that Matthew can miss. The beast is about to get one hell of a shock.

 

[Sirocco]

The warning set in immediately in Roy’s mind, having a good idea of what was about to happen so he complied with the order. Stopping to now plan his next move, fresh and crisp air filled the bounty hunter’s lungs in concentration as he drew from the force into himself as he had trained by himself all this years. The force gathered around his muscles and mind and concentrated to enchase them to near inhuman proportions. While gathering the force into himself, Roy suddenly noticed fault lines in the beast that glowed bright in his eyes and mind like stars in space. This ability was a strange one that he could never understand and it never manifested willingly but in the deadliest of situation, almost as if the force called out to Roy. The fault lines danced and twirled like fire in pitch darkness but one glowing spot shinned brighter and more violently then the other lights in his eyes. This mysterious sight the force offered him was beyond his understanding but Roy now had an idea of what it meant when he compered the sight the force gave him to what his own eyes did. The fault lines must be imperfections in the food, open weaknesses that where more fragile or less packed together then the other ones and the one that shinned the brightest must be the bigger weakness in the boy. Knowing this seemed to be crucial for what they needed to attempt and knowing this could make the shot worth something. With limited ability with the force, Roy ran as fast as his body and the force could push him pass the zombies and into the ship. Pulling out his vibro blade, Roy cleaved and decapitated all zombies that where in his way while the speed in which he moved enchanted the cleaving force combined with his strength. Once inside the ship, Roy made it to the cockpit to meet the lady “hey, I am Roy. Listen, I can’t explain right now but I think I know where the weakest area in the monster’s body is. Call it a hunch but I believe that area is the weakest spot in the body.” Roy said, trusting in the force or whatever allowed him to achieve the things he could do.

 

[Niklas]

Matthew dropped his LMG and motioned for Roy to pick it up and cover the ship. He limped painfully up the gangplank and dragged himself into the ship. His knee, oh god, his knee had leaked blood all along the leg of his jeans. He was oing into shock. Come on. Come on. Keep... Going. It even hurt to think. A nerve ending must have strain on it. He kept limping to the turret controls. He fell on one knee. He couldn't take much more.

Matthew's vision became blurry. It was awful. The pain was increasing every second. Struggling, he reached up to the railing on the wall, and found support. he found himself biting his sleeve again. He felt even more horrendous when he tried to stand back up. He screamed several swears in a string. He, however, got himself on his feet.

Limping to the turret controls, he started to tear up, and well, kept screaming into his sleeve. He looked at Melody. He couldn't even talk. He did his best to nod in acknowledgement. Sitting in the turret control seat, he took aim at the Goliath tree man. He lifted the firing switch on the controls.

He fired.

 

[Sirocco]

Hoping Roy’s advice would help the shot; this was the big test if the force really was with Roy if it was some odd anomaly and he was seeing this for the past several years. Turning to meet the command of his boss who was now losing his concentration due to the pain, Roy nodded to his command and hurried outside where the zombie cultists charged at the ship for their flesh. Running over to the weapon his boss left him, Roy used his strength to pick it up and started to blast the zombies into piles of rotting gore with one hand while he blasted the zombies that tried to flank him with the heavy blaster in his other hand. Roy set himself in a pose of stability and balances while keeping his ground against the undead and keeping them away with the blasting and the corpses that had and were accumulating on the floor. Thanks to the force that enchased both body and mind, the zombies moved at a slow enough pace that allowed Roy a strategic advantage in keeping them at bay.

 

[Cpt.ittens]

Conner took up a kneeling position next to roy and began to fire with his rifle. He lined up yet another zombies head and squeezed back the trigger at the bottom of his breath ripping a hole in the undeads head. He adjusted his aim to his next target, his helmet aiding him in his pursuit and dropped that one. Quickly he grabbed a grenade off his belt and tossed it into the crowd letting its explosion cripple and slow them.

 

[Orphen]

People assumed there would ba an explosion, Dark power leeched out to tamper with the explosive shell in mid flight. But he was interrupted, he was being drained. The world was a once a second ago a place of fire and darkness. Now, a place of bright, intense light. overpowering. The Tree was being drained, so every conventional and unconventional defence was slipping away from him as the explosive shattered a massive sum of his back. But the shot gad glanced somewhat. Aabdas was in the shadow of the explosion, miniscule heat and kinetic force would impact him as the Wicker'mans' arm was literally blown off. As well as a good portion of its back, revealing something in the core.

In the core was a still meditating man. Who had not aged with his time in the tree. Roots had grown into his body. To rip him out would rip out the roots and lead to his near immediate death. But the man breathed, his blood flowing into the tree granting it much of its power. The roots around him were green as he lay curled up like an unborn child. Striped pants lay tattered and in rags tied by a simple rope. they would be ancient. He body slender and near corpse like. His muscles atrophied beyond usable parameters. He looked like a corpse, but he drew slender breaths, still deep in meditation.

the Tree however was not stunned at all. Now recognising a greater thread, its charged power was not entirely wasted. opening a massive maw, force lightning gathered as it faced the ship It took no more than five seconds to swell up in the creatures mouth before it was to fire, if not intercepted. Artemis' face clenching in frustration, as if he was in a nightmare. Sweat beading from his brow, in his mind, things were much, much different. Closed in on, scarred, lashing out, and now wounded. Desperate. Alone. Too deep in meditation to wake.

 

[Sirocco]

Roy suddenly felt a horrible feeling coming towards the beast’s maw only to see the force lightning quickly gathering for a destructive attack. Thanks to the force that empowered his thought speed to the point of the world moving slightly slower around him, Roy quickly let the grenade launcher to wile he turned his body towards the beast and into a throwing stance. Sweat slowly dripped down his face as a second was 5 for him but that did not give him any relief as the clock still ticked against him. The grenade slowly fell while Roy’s hand moved quickly towards his belt and pulled out a thermal detonator he calculatedly activated as he pulled it out. Roy’s face cringed in strength as he immediately threw the detonator toward the gathering of force in the beast’s mouth with his powerful arm before stepping to further push it with the force. Roy did not think it would work but he had to do his best and try to stop the beast’s powerful attack with the best he had, rolling the dice.

 

[DeathToll]

Spoiler: OOC PLEA

OOC: Whoawhoa! Friendly fire! How bout not grenading me plz and thank you... ;)

The projectile released, slowed by the amplified adrenaline of AbdAas' working mind as if through a lifetime.

Time. The angelic figure with wings ablaze, the dripping skin of its toes like seeping molten that gather in a red pool below and the moistened brow of condensation so cool to release its harrowing pressure, glared at AbdAas. It is Judgement. It is his judgement, that only he may suffer. The same dream, in a flash, reoccurring throughout all his life. Now, it weighs heavily on him; his efforts to keep it all inside a loosing battle. He had drawn all that he could.

From within the monster's grip, still standing on the ground, AbdAas felt the eruption of the projectile as it blasted the creature open; tearing through bark and shredding it nearly in half. Due to him being completely encased in the creature's hands, AbdAas only felt the wave of pressure and heat as it roar over him; still cupped in the creature's other hand. It's attention gained, the fires reseeding, the creature turned away and began building its attack within gaping maw in aim of the ship; though this Sephi would keep its attention still. The new signature that AbdAas had felt earlier came running out of that ship in a hurry, Roy. But AbdAas would not have it. He would save his friend Acre. He hoped. He wished for it. Whether his wish would come true was not up to him. And if this was only the way to end Acre's suffering, then so be it.

"NO!!"

A brilliant white light began to build, a crowning ring of baby blue bowed over the creature's remaining hand. It was AbdAas. Not a feature could be distinguished now from his visage, a cataclysmic well of the Force. Sound itself would fall silent throughout the entire vicinity; all mute to the overwhelming magnificence that was being released. No voice could now be heard, even by voice's own deafened creator, as even shadow fled from AbdAas' illuminance. A second coming of the sun, a star fallen now reborn anew, as no normal human's eyes could withstand direct stare at its core. Darkness itself would bend to this might, kneeling in repentance as all converted Darkness be Light. We are the Light...

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

But one sound would emerge from the moment of void, building like the cries of a supernova soaring through emptiness. The greater power of Force Light, even more sizable and dynamic than the projectile that just slammed into the creature's side and shown the real Acre within, ruptured through every crack and crevice as harmful as it was healing. With the creature in its wounded state, the blast of this eruption would overwhelm its senses.

 

[Nightmare Moon]

I have experienced force light before - but this is something else. Radiance washes over my body and the touch of divinty caresses my soul. For but a second I understand the true connection to the absolute will of the unfathomable - AbdAas has proved a bridge between the finite and the infinite. And then it is gone and I am left with but a mere glow and fleeting memories as if I am waking from some sort of dream. My gaze catches on The World for a second and just for a second it seems to be resonating with AbdAas's light before the aura dissipates and I am left to question if it ever happened at all. I shake as I reach over to the control panel steadying myself with the handrail. I peer outside at the vista ahead of me. I - a nonforce sensitive was blown back by the majesty of the attack - one can only wonder how a creature so steeped in darkness would react to something of that scale .

 

[Niklas]

The light was blinding. Matthew fell out of the seat. He just lied on the floor. He couldn't see. everything was too bright. He saw the light begin to fade away. Matthew tried to lift himself of the ground. he rolled onto his back. He reached up, and found a cold, durasteel rail. he wrapped his fingers around the rail. and attempted to lift himself. Here it goes.

he put all the strain and force he had into it. He fought as hard as he could do stand up. He did it. Now he had to get a move on and walk. He was determined to continue fighting. He tried to walk. he took a step with his good leg. Then, biting his sleeve once more, he took another step. The results were negative. As his foot came down on the ground, his knee finally gave way. Matthew fell to the ground. His face collided with the cold, cold hard surface known as ground. He blacked out on contact.

 

[Sirocco]

Roy stepped back a few while looking at the great spectacle that was the force, probably being pushed to its limit. Roy herd stories of great acts with the force that had encouraged him and fascinated him like a kid would while reading their favorite comic book of their favorite heroes bit nothing like this. Wishing to see every single moment of the light but unable to keep his eyes fixed without going blind, Roy used his hand to block out the overwhelming light; whoever was this man, he showed to be everything he imagined in the Jedi. even in his exited mind was a bit of grief that he might have threatened something the Jedi before him seemed to hold dear to him which filled him with a little bit of regret.

Waiting and hoping was all Roy could do now as he kept a possible safe distance from the spectacle and the beast before him with the feeling that it was all out of his hands now. Suddenly Roy remembered Bane and how injured he was so he ran right into the ship to see if Bane was ok and if he needed help. Finding his boss out cold on the steel floor, Roy got down on his knees to make him as comfortable as he could. Horrified at how boss bane was pushing himself, he saw the leg that had been worn out even after the injury, thinking that he would need a good fixing or a new robotic leg. “You fool…” Roy said worryingly while turning to see what was happening now as the lights blinding intensity was decreasing.

 

[Orphen]

The Wicker man at the sudden influx of incredible light, like the zenith of the eclipse shining from the Jedi master as a beckon. As bright as the first light of the morning star born again. As the rays struck the branches the darkness was swept away from them. Black mist recoiling from the wood, unable to hide from the divine radiance penetrating every little corner of the tree. The tree reformed under the light, each of the vines and branches which coiled around in tight knots and formations unbound and spread out. Unwinding into a massive tree which took root into the ground. The soft light of Light side battle meditation would sweep over the heroes this day, healing them and filling them with hope and morale.

What few cultists remained amongst the world of the living however, fell into ultimate despair. Immediately retreating and scattering in different directions, completely broken due to the force of the light. The tree however, though it grew no leaved or flora, the white wood that encircled the man opened to reveal him at the trees' core, standing idly, still asleep, though now at peace. barely alive but now wake-able. bought back to a seemingly normal state of deep meditation, where his mind was now reachable.

The light had purged the thoughts of darkness, the meditative nightmare from his mind, and bought him back to the path. Such thoughts in his mind however were still his own, but they were amplified by his meditation, and being lost in the vastness of the force. He say there, still attached by the painful looking intrusive roots into his skin. Which should he be freed would need to be cut off. But the tree had drastically shrunk in size. The legs of the tree becoming wide spread roots. And the white bark exuding a small amount of light themselves. Individually of the Jedi master who was attached to them.

The fight was over.

 

[DeathToll]

- Guardian Light -​

Who are we really? Are we not in a constant state of change, a lifelong metamorphosis? To some we are entity, conduits, that give our true forms a mystical access to this level of existance. To others we are random, the only eventual outcome of a perpetual attempt at life. But for what reason? What is reason but perspective? What is life, but perspective? If only a bit of peace can be found and shared by others, it would fulfill his content...

As the Light receeded, like gravity's pull on pale sand's ocean front, a blanket gliding over face as the soft textures sooth the skin over delicate eyelids - a gentle vision reveals one friend holding the other on the open plain in the silence of night. AbdAas, no longer so far away in beastly arm's reach with saber ignited in hand, stood over Artemis with arms wrapped around waste and neck. Artemis, still deep under meditation's slumber, lay at a standing angle in this Sephi's care; this entire day longing, under Oriatius' care. Concern of care. He wished only to see his friend once more. Death would not claim its proclomation from so long ago, the friend a martyr for silent support. He had suffered enough.

"...Artemis ...my friend."

AbdAas whispered, exausted by the power spent and breathing heavily, hoping to wake his friend in this state of peace. AbdAas' lightsaber hilt lay at his feet, no doubt lost in the blast, was of no concern. His hands kept clear of any rooted pain, just trying to call Acre back to the light. Yet even with such scale of power, power in itself in this instance was designed to heal and set course to rejuvination within allies within radius' reach. Perhaps with little effect, the Force had been propelled into all life on this hillside.