Ask Kashyyyk It Waits

[Maxims Tionson]

Max knew what he had to do and that was to slay the Terentatek and destroy the Dark Side obelisk that had plagued an escaped Wookiee slave so much that it had driven him to madness. He knew that he needed to drive his lightsaber through the heart and brain of the creature and rid Kashyyyk of the disgusting creature once and for all but he knew that he wouldn't be able to do it alone.

Despite having grown more accustomed to his new eye-patch, Max knew that a lone Jedi facing a Terentatek was suicide unless the odds were stacked incredibly high in his favor; which they would not be. So instead he had called in some allies to help him. Indy was still here, which he wasn't sure how he felt about, but he had called on both Hannibal and Oren to aid them in this quest to slay the beast and bring peace back to the land... which made this entire thing feel like some kind of fairy tale adventure when it was put like that.

He hoped the ending was just as happy.

Coming equipped for combat, Max was armed with a vibrosword, a vibroknife, his stun baton and his lightsaber as well as his regular armor. Although tempting, he had decided against the use of heavy explosives and instead brought with him only two concussion grenades with which they could disorientate the damned creature. It was going to be a long slog of a fight but that was find by him.

As he and Indy waited in the remains of the camp outside the cave entrance (Max had gone and re-parked his ship nearby to help stock up) for Oren and Hannibal to arrive, Max took a deep breath and knelt on the ground as he sank into the Force.

"Force; Guide my blade, swift and true, to end evil and minimize suffering. Force; Protect my allies, stalwart and true, against evil's assault and luck's cruel touch. Force; Grant me forgiveness for my past mistakes, that I may find myself absolved should I find myself in your embrace. Force as my witness, I shall not allow this Darkness to persist so long as I do."

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[Indy Sati]

She had seen Jedi Master Oren previously; he seemed at least a solid man, quiet however, and withdrawn from the crowd. And Max... He seemed to attract danger wherever he stepped. She wasn't certain the man's past, but she was certain his was a long road few travelled, with more experience in the galaxy than she would want to achieve.

That left... Jedi Master Hannibal.

Now, she had only heard of him through rumor; she supposed he was acquainted with Jedi Knight Max and Oren, but she was the odd one out of the group. The only Knight without much field experience in the name of the Dark Side, and archeologist, galactic graduate certified professor to boot.

Even in such a place with Darkness hovering at the edge of their senses, she chose to meditate the hours past, to ready herself for the task ahead. It wasn't going to be simple or easy; and if she were to meet others within the Order that were held with high esteem, she had to be ready to prove herself a loyal conduit of the Light.

She sank deep into the Force, feeling its' own reply to her call like a wash of warm light, re-energizing her and bringing her focus to a razor point. Her old Master's teaching of meditation came to the fore, and for the time being she was held in this peaceful calm, awaiting the arrival of the others with patience.

For now, they had time.

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[Hannibal Grayza]

THEME​

Hannibal had been absent from the greater scheme of things for a bit following his promotion, getting things set up in the background and advancing his own training. He was young, certainly, but he was also clever and ambitious. Though he was busy in his own strange ways, he wouldn't refuse a call for help.

His airspeeder flew between the vast trees of Kashyyyk with the sound suppressors active for once, concealing the telltale thrum of the modified engine. The landing was certainly less than subtle, however. Skidding to a stop near the others on the forest floor, the brilliant chrome standing in stark contrast to the dark natural surrounding. The engine was set to idle hovering and the door slid up, Hannibal himself stepping smoothly out to survey the surrounding.

He was dressed in what had become his usual, a set of brightly coloured robes with practically split sides and rolled sleeves that revealed his varied and colourful tattoos, overtop a practical pair of pants and black leather combat boots. All three of his lightsabers sat neatly on belt clips and both pistols in their appropriate places. A belt satchel was clipped to the back, containing a few fun explosive tricks he'd prepared in advance when he'd been told what they were hunting, and the belt naturally contained the remainder of the standard utility belt items.

Even if one looked past his fashion choices, any semblance of professionalism was ruined the moment one looked above his neck. His bright and cheeky grin was only outshined by the bright gold grinning cat earrings dangling from his ears and his neon blue cat-eared headphones, the ears swaying back and forth to a beat no one else could hear and flashing a veritable rainbow of colours.

Meditation and reflection seemed to be the order of the day based on what everyone else seemed to be doing. Hannibal would probably agree, although his method of meditation was a little different from the norm. He could rarely stand the sitting kind, the loud and chaotic music playing through the headphones serving as a focus.

"Yo!" he announced by way of greeting, cheerfully waving his free left hand and striding forward toward the other Jedi. He couldn't help but notice Max was one eye short of a pair, leaning in to examine the eyepatch for a moment before standing back up straight.

"You should probably get that looked at." he commented without prompt, turning his emerald eyes to look to Indy. He'd never actually met the blue-skinned woman before, but that had certainly never stopped him before.

"Yo! Nice to meetcha. Hannibal Grayza, Jedi Master." He walked up to her in her seated meditative state and offered his hand forward to shake. "Where'd Max pull you from? I don't recall seeing your lovely face around the temple. Wanderin' type?" he inquired with a quick wink and a widening grin, cat ears waggling with excellent timing. The man almost literally radiated levity, even in the depths of the shadowlands and just before fighting a dark side abomination. If someone looked past it, he also radiated a serene calm in everything he did. He was a strange one, but he was still a Jedi Master despite it all.

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[Maxims Tionson]

Hannibal was here.

The presence in the Force was an unmistakable mixture of amusement, the burdens of responsibility being carefully hidden and a core of durasteel-clad determination. No one else Max could claim to know was that certain mixture and it was good to see his friend again. Of course the first thing that came up was the biggest change since they had last seen each other and it had a lot to do with the fact that seeing Hannibal was twice as hard as it used to be.

... he should remember that one for the next time he needed to come up with a terrible eye-based pun.

He blinked at Hannibal with a smirk.

"You can't tell but that was a wink." he assured the other Jedi as he dusted himself off, "It's fine don't worry. Might even look into getting one of those creepy replacement eyes if the eye-patch doesn't work out."

He rubbed at his beard with a smirk.

"But I think it suits me. Makes me more dashing." he declared before his good humor fled, "Alright cowboy - now that you're here I think it's time we made a move. I called for Oren as well but I think he might be busy with other duties so it's just us."

Leading the way into the spider-cave, Max idly made sure to kick the one that had taken his eye, pointedly, in a collection of it's own eyes. He offered no explanation for his violence against a dead animal and led their group to the ledge, the edge that separated them from the waiting Terentatek.

And waiting it was.

Max could see it just standing there at the other side of the chamber, half behind one of the massive pillars that kept the chamber ceiling above them. He waved to the creature.

"Say hello to our friend."

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[Indy Sati]

She opened her eyes to see...

The most flamboyant Jedi she had ever yet to witness before. She blinked a couple times before taking his hand, giving him a tilted grin and a perk of a violet brow. "Indyana Sati," she answered, taking him in as well. He certainly was attractive... and looked to be about her age. Her grin widened at his compliment, both brows now raised. "Well now, unless you were frequently in the archives I'm afraid this is the first time we've met, officially. But I've seen you before."

She glanced at Max, and smirked slightly. "Well... not so much pulled as dragged in, actually," she commented, chuckling. She took his hand and shook it firmly, then hefted herself upright easily, releasing him long enough to glance back at the cave... then the smirk faded, gaze speculative.

"Time to go then..." she commented calmly, slowly grabbing her lightsaber and preparing to face down the caves. There was time for laughter and jokes... but later.

Right now, they had a bigger problem on their hands, and this one had claws and a known reputation with Force users. But honestly... she was more curious about the onyx obelisk than anything else. She could hardly wait to document and study it!

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[Maxims Tionson]

It was time to do or die and he had no intention of dying today.

Reaching deeply into the Force, Max jumped down into the cavern proper to face off against the creature with his hands both raised to the ceiling. Focusing on the Force, he drew it deeply within himself and grabbed hold as tightly as he could. The creature, the Terentatek , roared at him and started for him with it's ungainly stride.

No doubt despite it's size and it's lack of higher intelligence it could build up some speed but what did Max care about that when he had the Force as his ally? Opening his eyes, he grinned at the creature before giving out a roar of his own and waving his hands down from their raised position.

A large chunk of rock from the ceiling tore itself free at his gesture, crashing down atop the creature's head, sending it crashing down to one side, the sheer force of the impact breaking one of it's head spikes as the sharpness of the stone tore one of it's eyes open into a bloody mess. The Terentatek howled in pain, now half blind but all the way angry.

"First blood is mine, creature." he grinned, despite feeling a little woozy from using so much Force power all at once, "That's how things are going to go today."

Spoiler: Dice

#WhamLikeAlakazam

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[Indy Sati]

She followed Max after him, using the Force to guide her landing and rolling forwards. Just as it charged towards Max, she too had prepared to lash an attack, but at his attack hers was less successful. She had had a similar idea, but with a lashed attack towards one of its' limbs in an attempt to break it. Though the massive stone had hit, it didn't break but injured, its' claws swiped and shattered a piece of the boulder in return. Blinking and woozy with rage, it roared at them both, hurling the piece back towards her. She ducked, but part of it still caught her in the shoulder and she bit back a snarl of pain, finishing the move to clutch her shoulder as fresh blood welled up at the ragged cuts.

She hit it, though, and she wasn't going to stop until the beast had breathed its' last. Kashyyyk deserved better than to be so consumed by this focus of Darkness, and she would work with her companions to see it through. Though being with Max often meant a more plausible risk of life and limb.

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Spoiler: dice

Attack! Barely.

 

[Hannibal Grayza]

Having gone through his greeting smoothly, Hannibal turned his gaze to the cave entrance. His expression went unchanged as they went inside, looking around curiously at the various dead things and marks of combat. He could sense quite clearly the presence of something dark and savage further ahead, well before Max pointed the thing out. He grinned wider, sensing a challenge ahead.

What his aura was doing didn't quite fit what his face was. As he drew his into his right hand his DG-29 and a rather evil-looking dark grey-plated lightsaber into his left, his presence both swirled and focused. The Light Side flowed through him more easily than ever before, light as a feather and yet as unyielding as a waterfall. Determined was an excellent way to describe the young Jedi Master. While it would be far from the truth to say he'd never backed down from a fight, he'd never backed down from defending someone or something else no matter how much he hated killing.

The other two jumped down and Hannibal quickly followed, sharp eyes and Force senses keeping track of his allies' telekinetic assault. The beast was wounded and angry, but was far as the young Jedi was concerned it was focused on the wrong target. That needed to be fixed. He aimed as he fell, inhaling a deep breath, and then surged forward.

The lightsaber in his left hand ignited a brilliant silver blade and the blaster in his right fired two rapid bolts of energy as he moved, quickly moving ahead and in front of Indy as she clutched her shoulder, cat-ears wiggling to some rapid music or other. The lighter bolts from the DG certainly drew the beast's attention but failed to pierce its hide. One learns something new every day.

In retaliation, probably more due to the fact Hannibal was now the closest and loudest thing rather than doing any real damage, the beast swiped its claws blindly through the rubble caused by the prior two attacks and launched a hail of shrapnel at the young Master.

Hannibal quickly pivoted by his right arm was still struck, knocking him briefly off balance and cutting into the limb. He was forced to let go of the pistol at risk of losing fingers, allowing the weapon to be crushed by a larger stone. He grimaced, halfway between actually disappointed and playful. "Now that's no fun! Do I have to get the bigger one out, eh?"

He taunted the thing, his aura swirling around him. He was broadcasting his presence as a Force user to it, presenting a target and trying to draw attention from the other two. He shook his injured arm out, no stranger to pain. It was merely a flesh wound.

Beyond his unfamiliarity with fighting this specific creature, Hannibal was not used to fighting beasts in general. Though he could be considered an excellent duelist, that usually implied another sentient being was the opponent. He couldn't read a beast like this or outmaneuver it in quite the same way. He'd have to adjust.

Whether his distraction tactic worked or not he had a plan now. This thing had to be eliminated, and he was going to do his best to make sure that happened without another dead Jedi. Plus, Max was already down one eye. Losing two would just be silly.

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Spoiler: Dice Roll

The blasters, they do nothing

 

[Maxims Tionson]

Max really wasn't enjoying the fight so far but it was out-and-out violence and it was kind of a thing about him that he really didn't enjoy that sort of thing. Even with a creature so clearly perverted by the Dark Side as to be literally without any redeemable features was worthy of life in... some... ways...

Actually yeah he kind of wanted to kill this thing if he was honest with himself but years of never aiming to kill ANYTHING meant that he was a little bit out of practice when it came to the lethal stuff. With his lightsaber in his right hand, he looked at the giant lumbering beast and decided on his next angle of attack.

"I'm going high - going for it's other eye!"

With his allies thoroughly warned, Max gathered the Force to himself and ran at the nearest pillar to the monster, running up the wall with the assistance of the Force before launching himself off of it at an angle to intercept the creature in it's lumbering... wait, why wasn't it lumbering anymore?

Swatted out of the sky by one of it's hands, Max barely had time to draw the Force in on himself to reinforce his body to survive being sent skidding across the stone floor. It was still going to bruise him all over but nothing was broken except maybe some pride. He'd actually fallen for it's trick of pretending to be a lumbering dumb giant.

Spoiler: Dice

Monster lashes back and Max takes an OOF

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[Indy Sati]

When Max was lashed aside, she attacked as well.

Her own lightsaber hummed to life, making it whip around to turn towards her right as it might have lumbered towards the other fallen or injured Jedi. She could feel the ground shake beneath her; the waves of anger and pain rolling through the Force were practically palpable, the remains of its' bad eye and the sharp intelligence of its' good eye focused on her since Max had been swatted out of the way.
Claws swept past her from its' good side and she lashed out, feeling the resistance of flesh through the softness of its' arm... leg? and she pushed forward, hearing the bellow of its' pain. Once again, it batted at her, and she grunted as it ragdolled her aside, rolling across the stone floor.

It wasn't much, but at least she finally managed to land a hit.

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Spoiler: dice

She attacc, it fight back

 

[Hannibal Grayza]

Was this going well? Hannibal wasn't really sure. Fighting abominations wasn't really in his wheelhouse. Take away the abomination part, though, and he would be just fine. He'd just have to adapt to the situation like everything else.

Impressions of pain and rage crashed like waves against him, but the Jedi Master was a bastion of calm. He grinned before the beast and moved in closer, redirecting his momentum from his earlier spin into a sort of jumping spinning maneuver to strike at it's right shoulder. Much like Max, however, he'd made a mistake. He couldn't read it through the Force as he was used to and had underestimated its speed considering its size.

Just after batting aside Max it ducked slightly under Hannibal's blow and swung up to meet him. The young Jedi shielded himself in the Force but was nonetheless struck and sent off course, half landing and half rolling off into a corner. He got to his feet, rolling his shoulders and letting the pain flow off into the Force. His eyes swept over the other two Jedi, also injured. Hannibal wouldn't count this as going well, he decided.

A new tactic was needed.

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Spoiler: Dice

Big Oof

 

[Maxims Tionson]

Seemed that he wasn't the only one not doing so hot - he still ached all over and he doubted he was going to be running any marathons any time soon but what did that matter? Who cared if you were running marathons or performing leaping slashes with lightsabers when you were a Jedi?

The Force was your greatest tool and keenest ally.

Reaching deep into the Force, he pushed away the nagging presence of the Dark Side and seized ahold of some of the Light. Taking a deep breath, he firmly grasped a large chunk of rock debris from where it was across the hall from him. Easing himself into the right mindset, he exhaled.

"HEY!"

He shouted out to the creature, gaining it's attention for a second or two. That was all he needed however as that split-second lack of attention cost the creature dearly. The boulder he had gripped slammed into the back of it's head. As it roared in pain it staggered and tripped forwards, landing heavily against the alter it had been protecting.

And... was that? Yes...

Yes it had bitten it's own tongue off on the landing.

Nice.

It wasn't dead but it was looking even more ragged than even they were at this point which was a very good sign.

Spoiler: Dice

I'm not saying it's earth-bending but it's earth-bending

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[Indy Sati]

When Max launched another effective attack to force it forward, she took a deep breath. Her two companions were points of light against the oppressive darkness. Her senses deepened, she could feel the Light wrapping around her, growing stronger, and even despite this creature roaring in rage and spitting blood she was not afraid.

She waited until it began to fixate its' one good eye upon Max in rage before lashing out.

Her unarmed palm thrust forward, fingers outspread, aiming a hard push into its' shoulders. It stumbled back, slamming bodily into the wall, but she did not stop there. She continued to push forward hard, her aim now on the damaged appendage she had wounded earlier, and heard a snapping sound, then a wail of pain. Seeing blood and bone from the snapped limb took her from her attention, and her head swam with such an expenditure of energy and focus.

She stood on the defensive once more, waiting for the dark sided beast to lash out once more to herself or her companions.

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Spoiler: dice

It ain't air-bending either

 

[Hannibal Grayza]

So far today, Hannibal had learned that dark side beasts are weak to rock attacks. Perhaps he'd have to change his playlist?

The combined telekinetic attacks from the two Knights wounded the beast badly and pushed it back, giving Hannibal a moment to reconvene his thoughts and draw a second lightsaber, a plain gunmetal gray of old Imperial design igniting into a second burning arc of purest silver.

At speed he darted forward, edging rapidly in on the same side as the beast's still working arm, smiling wide and eyes shining. He wasn't one to throw the Force around everywhere, his style focused on the more physical aspects of its use. So he immediately took advantage of the beast's stumbling and injured state to engage in a different flavor of close combat.

The young Jedi meant to weavin close, very close, the beast lashing out with its functioning arm and letting out a blood-filled roar of defiance and rage.

Hannibal laughed boisterously, shifting his weight and the position of his legs to swerve in place, silver blades flashing out at the offending limb and leaving burning cuts along its surface even as the beast's attack struck his already injured shoulder. Hannibal rolled with it, swinging out with his left arm arm to burn through claws and sweeping back to attack the torso. He stepped right, slipping under the arm to remove it with a slick maneuver while his second blade struck the torso. He stepped left, a blade burning across its stomach while the second went through a kneecap.

Silver blades danced out and away as the beast lost its balance and began to fall forward. Hannibal took a step back and struck again, three quick cuts across it's front that dug deep and a thrust to the head as it moved forward to bite him with a final screech. At last the abomination fell to the ground. Hannibal moved back to avoid it falling on him and let out a soft sigh, his nostrils filled with the scents of blood and burning flesh. His smile slipped from his face as he switched off his lightsabers and placed them back on his belt, the energy swirling around him drawing inwards and growing still, cut off from the outside.

The young man was no stranger to fighting, but he still wasn't overly fond of killing. "May you find peace in death." he said softly to the dead thing before him, left hand raising up to check on his now-shaking right arm and shoulder. Without the Force reinforcing him, it hurt quite a bit more and the cuts were definitely doing a good amount of bleeding, staining the colorful robes in stark crimson. He turned on his heels, grin back in place towards the other two tired-looking Jedi.

"Now that wasn't so hard, eh?"

Spoiler: Dice Rolls

Just Enough Kill

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[Maxims Tionson]

The beast was downed but that was only ever going to be half the battle - considering how much Hannibal was bleeding and the way he was shaking though? Maybe beating the beast had only ever been a third of the battle because now they had something more to worry about and that was the poison. Terentatek claws were incredibly poisonous and during the course of the battle it looked like Hannibal had managed to get hit with some.

There was still the matter of the Dark Side in the air around them and destroying the damned altar but he wasn't going to destroy the thing when there was someone to aid instead. He was a Jedi and that meant he would much rather rush to help a friend than to destroy the instruments of his enemy.

Jedi built and repaired when they could and destroyed only when there was no other option.

Holstering his lightsaber safely, he rushed across the distance to hold onto Hannibal. He grabbed hold of the other Jedi to help him stay upright but also to guide him down into a sitting position.

"Alright Hannibal don't you get all shaky on me." he lectured the other Jedi as he reached into the Light to clutch at the noxious poison that had penetrated the wound, "Come on kid, gotta get this poison out of you."

He grimaced, managing to block the poison from entering the rest of his body but only by isolating it within the affected arm and shoulder... damn it he was a terrible healer but hopefully a group effort would be enough.

Spoiler: Dice

Max manages to limit the poison to the arm it's currently infecting but it's doing bad juju to that arm if left too long

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[Indy Sati]

She placed a hand on Max's shoulder, giving a gentle smile.

"Allow me to help, Hannibal, Max."

As Max would focus to keep the young man from getting the rest of him poisoned from the terrible creature, she would focus on purging the poison itself. It was slow, nerve-wrenching work, but it went along. She would heal, but only enough to prevent him from getting such a horrible death.

For some reason... she already felt like him dying on them in this way would have been a terrible loss. She placed another hand on his injured shoulder, and gave Hannibal a grin.

"Fancy footwork there, Master," came the light and easy voice, at odds with the trio's bedraggled appearance, and the body not too many meters away. "Perhaps I might ask for an advanced lesson in forms from you later; I'm a little rusty."

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[Hannibal Grayza]

The young Jedi let out a tired laugh and sat himself down while the other two worked on healing his injured arm and purging the poison, slipping his headphones from his head down around his neck. Certainly he could feel the monster's venom in his arm, but what toxin could withstand the efforts of three fully trained Jedi?

Although Hannibal was no expert healer, his longest running Master as a Padawan had been a healing specialist after all. He'd picked up a few things. Max weakened and isolated the venom and Indy focused on purging it, so Hannibal joined his power with theirs. Detailed work was his specialty.

The venom had done some damage, not to mention the claws themselves, but with their help he'd be able to purge the remainder and heal up his arm somewhat. He would, however, cease all healing efforts before his wounds were entirely gone, moving to stand and bandage up the slash wounds with the tatters of his right sleeve. They would be guided to heal in such a way that mobility or structure remain unimpeded, but scars are left behind to join the arcing lightning marks, long since tattooed in, across his right arm.

Hannibal smiled at the other two Jedi when he was done, offering a pat on Max's shoulder. "Don't worry so much! I have a long time ahead of me yet." He laughed again briefly, turning to Indy. "And I'd be happy to spend some time working on your form. I'm quite good, y'know." He replied to her request, grinning cheekily and offering a wink.

"So. How about that altar, eh?"

Spoiler: Healing Dice

*Insert Valve medpack sound here*

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[Maxims Tionson]

Long time ahead of him yet...

"Bloody young'uns going to get me killed from stress, throwing yourselves into these suicidal moments." he joked, relieved, "Glad I don't have to carry you home - you're heavy."

He let the two of them flirt a little bit as he instead stood upright fully and stetched. Some of his older bones creaked and some of his surgeries meant that some parts of him were too young to creak.

Still, there was something relaxing in the movement.

A feeling that was immediately ruined by the reminder that the alter still existed and it was still polluting the Force around them.

"Let's take a closer look."

As he examined it through the Force he winced at the cold feeling before frowning.

"I think... it's an anchor. It needs to be here physically to keep it's hold in the Force."

Spoiler: Dice

Destroy it and the stink goes away

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[Indy Sati]

She grinned at his own easy response, a faint flush touching her cheeks at the wink also tossed her way. "Name the day, then," was all she returned with a cheeky grin of her own, releasing his shoulder to stand beside Max, eyeing the altar, and the plinth beside it. When she caught what Max said, she glanced over, then nodded once.

"So we destroy it then."

A pity; she wanted to study it upon arrival. But instead...

She whipped out her datapad, hurriedly typing a few notes, and taking a few pictures. Of the altar itself by all sides, taking care to skirt the dead Terentatek. The plinth, and all the symbols. If she wouldn't have a chance to fully study it before it was removed and destroyed, then she would take that chance now. After doing so, she squared her shoulders, glancing to the two other Jedi.

Technically, one outranked her here, but he was still injured to some degree. Of the three of them, she was the least damaged. She took a deep breath, staring at the altar. She could feel it seeping down into her bones, stilling her mind. Calm, peace. The call to the Light was like a trickle of rain, cool and familiar beneath her skin, and she closed her eyes, outstretching a hand towards the altar.

Her only words to her companions were simple, calm.

"Cover me."

So saying, she closed her eyes to all else but the wellspring of Darkness before them. The seething hatred, the loathing and despair that were rooted deep within Kashyyyk, pulsing in a dark centerpoint before her mind's eye. As she reached out towards the altar through the Force, she could feel its' seductive pull of the dark side, the many lives that watered its' existence and kept it bound. It struggled against the push of her own Light, but as she focused outwardly from within, from without spiderwebbed cracks began to appear along the surface of the stone, and a deep, rumbling, grinding came with it. From within the Force, something keened like an invisible scream through the void, but as she continued to focus the altar shattered to dust, along with the plinth.

But not without a price.

As she struck the final blow to the Dark artifact, it struck in return, piercing through the buffers and lancing a searing pain through her head. She cried out and crumbled to her knees just as the altar shuddered and fell to dust itself, the sudden attack brutal as it was efficient. Her vision wavered in and out of focus, and she shuddered out a breath, knees and palms pressing hard into the hard ground with equal parts relief and exhaustion.

Was it finally over...? She could barely focus to tell, the pain still throbbed fiercely within her skull with the echoes of that final attack.

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Spoiler: Dice

Boom! Barely.

 

[Hannibal Grayza]

Hannibal stretched a little as he got up, avoiding his right arm and shoulder, and double checked that all his equipment was still there it needed to be. Other than the blaster that had been quite destroyed of course. He moved over to retrieve it, picking it up off the ground and tossing it into his bag with his good hand while Indy took pictures of the altar.

When she mentioned covering her Hannibal turned back around, eyebrow raised. She seemed to be just going for it, assaulting the dark altar through the Force. Although he was already tired and injured, Hannibal wasn't one to keep that kind of thing in mind when he could help instead. As the Light Side focused through Indy, Hannibal allowed the Force to rush through him once again, a cool river of energy that brought calm as it always did.

Face set in concentration, the young Master extended his left hand towards Indy, the Light Side wrapping around her like a woven cloak in an attempt to stifle the incoming attack and reinvigorate her. Fortunately, Hannibal was quick and his defense was probably at least half decent.

Unfortunately he was already tired, and as he the moment passed and he no longer focused on the Force he sank down slowly onto his haunches to catch his breath. The altar certainly hadn't wanted to go and the counter attack had been fierce. "You alright there, Indy?" he questioned from somewhere behind, taking the time to catch his breath. Not like they were in a rush at this point.

Spoiler: Dice Rolls

Woosh, the Force

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