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When the galaxy thought of the Sith, they thought of overt aggressors that could be seen coming from a mile away. That they were brash in their actions, that they could not be measured. That they could only fail and never glean anything from it. That they could not prepare and plan. That they could not wait till the opportune moment to strike.

Ajan Kloss was like any other day, but it was missing many of its Knights and Masters. They had been called to Sullust to retrieve a Sector Ranger and to a Sith fortress. The Sith had dealt with Trys Aran enough to know there would be retaliation. They had seen the Jedi fight for the Rangers enough times. The Sith had known to have operatives on standby ready to strike when that shoe finally dropped.

Ajan Kloss was like any other day. It had ships leaving and going, and a Gozanti-class bulk cruiser that frequented the hangar checked in once again. This time, however, the craft had been lined with explosives. No one batted an eye as the ship slid into the hangar, parking like it did any other day.

There was the general humdrum of activity as droids and padawans wandered around the hangar. There was chatter and excitement about the Jedi that had gone to fight at Sullust. There were Jedi sent to protect the Sector Ranger locations and to ensure the Chief was safe. The Jedi had no idea it was this very Chief that had been the source of their location being compromised. The Jedi had no idea that this Gozanti-class bulk cruiser that arrived here many times before had different passengers this time.

The ship came to a halt and the exit door hissed as it slowly opened. The exit ramp began to lower, and there was a figure that began to approach. The very air around the hangar began to grow cold. The padawans would be able to see their wispy breaths and would be filled with a sense of dread. It got worse with each step the figure took, a mask obscuring the face from view.

The first footsteps took him down the ramp as he ignited his saber. His blood red saber.

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Ajan Kloss was like any other day. And today would be the last time it was.




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At a surface glance she may have seemed an odd choice to be here. But that was simply the surface. In fact, she was surprised just how many of those inside the ship she knew. But more than that, she had skills that were useful.

There were still questions in her mind about whether she should be here, but her decision was made. The die were cast.

Predator or prey, she thought to herself. She wore tight, black clothing, designed to be nimble and maximize her agility. She wrapped her face in cloth, leaving nothing but her eyes exposed beyond the mask. Her eyes glowed a deep yellow, a fiery rage burning behind it as they approached the temple.

She brought her hand up and flexed it just in front of her, keeping loose. She was nervous, but she didn't allow it to show. A small, green "flame" danced along her fingers as she murmured quietly behind her mask, summoning and focusing the power of the Shadow. Her heart was pounding as the ship set down but she was on her feet in a moment.

As Emryc made his way out of the ship, Renfry was just behind, gripping one of the ramp's supports and swinging herself smoothly over the side of the ramp and to the ground below. Her steps were almost silent as her feet touched the ground. She moved fluidly like a predator hunting.

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Hunger gnawed at the Dath's mind. She could feel life everywhere here. Everywhere. It was unlike the lava or city worlds she often found herself on. Life came from more than just the Jedi left in the temple, but the beauty of the planet. The beauty the Jedi had cultivated inside and outside their temple. The tempting, delicious beauty.

The air around her dropped to icy temperatures, and she breathed in deeply trying to control herself, clenching her lightsaber in her right hand tightly. What little control she had over her hunger was failing. She ignited her lightsaber as the ship door opened, but waited for the others to go ahead of her.

She walked behind them with paced steps, her face painted with concentration. But then she smiled as she allowed her hand to extend and finally, finally gave into the hunger. Letting it grip and control her, promising that it could consume all that it wanted. Tendrils of the Dark Side poured out of the Darth, gripping at the Jedi's garden around her, ripping its life out and drawing it to her to feed that hunger.

And she continued to walk, leaving nothing but gray, lifelessness behind the group of Sith.

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Rage clouded at the edge of Asminys mind. He could feel the always glowing kernel of hatred at the world that burned constantly in his heart. The light that glowed from the temple, from the world around it. From the life that consumed this world.

He hated it.

He stepped down the ramp following Emryc and his Cadre-sister Demolly, his lightsaber ablaze. He fed fuel to the glowing ember within him, let it roar to a blaze as he cast his eyes upon the Jedi and their servants who occupied the Temple.

He hated them.

Reaching his hand out towards one particularly cowering padawan learner, the boy would feel his grasp tightly as he cried out in confusion. Pulling him across the room, he put his blade into the Jedi's heart as he caught the boy's collar in his grasp. Snarling, he locked his furious red-gold eyes on the dying Jedi's watching the life fade from them as a progression of emotions played out on the Jedi's face. Fear. Pain. Confusion.

And then the light faded.

The last thing he saw was the hate burning in Asminys' eyes.

Letting the body hit the ground besides him, he turned his hate once more on the world around him. He wasn't satisfied. One Jedi life was not enough to fill the black hole in his chest. The ever angry void that thirsted for vengeance and destruction and death.

One Jedi life was not enough. The light still ached around him as his own aura uncurled with a venomous, palpable hatred to lash back against its glow.

One Jedi life was not enough to take.

He wanted to take their lives in the only way he knew how to take.

He wanted everything.

 

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Oren had been sitting along the river bed, a bit away from the temple, the same river he had trained a group of Jedi in blind combat upon the lily pads. The warm morning sun skimmed along the azure surface of the flowing river. The signature of life gleamed and a peaceful peace seemed to transpire the morning.

Adjusting his white robes as he meditated, the words of the ancient grand master seemed to transpire through his mind. There is no death, only the force. All of his training away from the temple, from the galaxy--visiting distant planets, ruins of a bygone era had prepared himself for the events that would transpire in this very temple.

The Jedi meditated on these thoughts, considering the journey along the way, those he had met, those he helped to train. Images of Nashyr, Lilith, Fiach, Nara, Max, Hans, and the other Jedi drifted in his mind, but he pushed them away, centering himself with a deep breath.

But, the peace he normally searched for had shifted, and the feeling of a pure hatred and darkness began to swell from somewhere close to the temple. A gentle sigh escaped his lips, as he remembered the different landscapes he had found across the lands, the temples in ruins--both light and dark. The Cycle continues, this is the way.

The Jedi Council member would rise from his position along the river and would slowly begin his trek across the hidden trail that lead towards the gardens of the temple. He could not see them, this familiar darkness, nor could he make out exactly where it came from, but he would be prepared. "There is no death, there is only the force."

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Invictus stood in the ship with the others, all of them familiar faces to him as he remained silent while it rattled. The Jedi had played their hand and it was time for them to play theirs. They continued to act as if they were benevolent ones that could fix every problem they could come across. This day, there would be no saving by the Jedi. This was a strike to the heart that would swirl fear through them that they would feel for much time to come. No temple, outpost, or base was safe from the Sith and it was time for that to be shown.

Invictus wore tightly fitted robes to allow him to move, bracers and his lightsaber as it was strapped to his right shoulder once more. He wore the mask he used when he had attacked the ranger station, completely encasing his head as it left two open slots for his eyes which shined bright gold. When the ship entered the hanger, the putridness of the light side could even be sensed through the ship's walls and he knew they had finally arrived. The ramp dropped and it was time for them to introduce themselves. Invictus walked out with the others as the carnage began to unfold. Padawans were killed and even life itself was drained as the group passed, the temperature dropping with each step as they seemed to bring Hell to the surface. They were death incarnate and nothing would alter them from their path.

The padawans and other service members who weren't caught by the Sith made a run for the door. "Hurry! Hurry!" The young ones rushed through first before finally the crewman as they started to file. Invictus stepped forward as he gracefully slithered between the group and pulled out his saber from his shoulder. He twirled it for a second before both crimson blades activated and he launched the weapon like a javelin. It soared through the air, straight as an arrow, and impaled the door the second it closed, the blade still piercing easily through it until the hilt met the metal. There was a person on the other side and unfortunately, the last one through, a crew member as the blade protruded from his chest and continued to cauterize the wound.

The man was already dead and Invictus weaved the force to pull out the lightsaber and back into his hand. The body collapsed on the other side and he approached the door as he used the force to lift the keycard from the body and swipe it through the lock. With a satisfying click, it disengaged as the door slid open and beckoned the group of Sith to step inside.
 

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Years had passed since Vin had set foot in a Jedi Temple, years since the return of the Sith, years spent hunting down leads in the far reaches of the Galaxy, years serving the Force in her own way. But the Force had drawn her back, against her own better judgement it had drawn her back. And as the darkness stabbed into back of her neck she knew, like always, she had been right to answer the call of the Force.

Anger, hate, even fear. It pulsed through the Force, shattering its serenity, heralding the arrival of impending doom. Stepping out of the tiny room she had claimed as her own on her arrival, Vin paused as she reached out with the Force and almost withdrew immediately as she felt the bright light of a life vanish. Whatever doubts she might have had about what was happening were gone, they were under attack and it was not hard to imagine by whom.

The Sith were here.

Grabbing hold of a passing padawan, she stopped him from running of to Force knows where. "Run to the communications room, sound the alarms. We're under attack, activate the appropriate protocols." When he didn't immediately comply she turned her eyes from the general direction of the darkness to look him in the eyes, sensing the fear there. She gave him a reassuring smile before opening herself to the Force again, letting it calm his nerves. "Don't worry, everything's going to be alright. The Force is with us. Now go, communications room."

She held the smile for a few moments as he ran off, before turning around and beginning to walk towards the darkness. The smile slowly faded from her face, though the light still burned brightly within. Darkness could only survive till it was touched by the light, and there was still light in the Galaxy.

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There was no peace. There was only ruin.

There was no knowledge. There was only fear.

There was no serenity. There was only slaughter.

There was no harmony. There was only chaos.

There was the Force. But there was also death.

Emryc strode forth as the path was cleared away. He found his own peace in a warped sense of the word, and it was from the catharsis of chaos around him. He felt the Jedi become one with the Force, and he heard the lament of their dying screams. He drew from the Force in a wicked way, in the way it was meant to be woven. In the way where he twisted it to obey him. To submit itself to him.

He stepped into the hallway past the door Ender had opened. Fleeing padawans and younglings were thrown in various directions, colliding against the walls. As Emryc walked, several padawans were flung into the air and held against the ceiling. His saber slashed upwards in a lazy, graceful motion as he passed beneath them. They fell in a heap on the ground after the group had walked beneath them.

‘Andraste walk with me,’ His thoughts chanted as he kept walking, ignoring the paths that led towards the outside of the temple, ‘Vader walk with me. Kravos walk with me. Siris walk with me,’ A name was uttered with each life he took. Bodies were flung against the wall and the Sith blade he acquired flew through the air of its own accord. The blade would cut through the throats of several Jedi before circling around like a boomerang back into his grip.

He finally found the path he sought - the path to the deeper sanctums of the temple. Where he could feel the Force the strongest. It was exhilarating for him, and it made his eyes glimmer gold with bloodlust. He walked towards that beacon, his Sith blade still making swift work of tearing the flesh and lives from Jedi in his wake. The blade was guided by a thread of the Force anchored to him before it found its way back into his grip.

His gaze was trained ahead as he made his way towards where the Force was the strongest. He used the Force to slam the doors shut to their flanks, creating a beeline path for the Sith.


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Felix's eyes scanned his datapad, the display of which was covered lines of text. Indy had him studying history but by the force was it dry for him to read. He sighed before glancing down to his pendant before a cold chill ran up his spine, his head turning to his door, something had changed, something was wrong.

He stuffed his pendant into his pocket before going to his door and opening it, his room lay on the outer edges of the temple grounds not far from jungles edge. He froze at what he saw. Red, the distant glow of red lightsabers.

His mind rushed with questions, how did they get here? what do they do? where do they go? His mind and body paralysed with fear and indecision.
 
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Malicia remained at the back as her brethren began to slaughter Jedi, but she stopped suddenly before the doorway inside.

Her tendrils of darkness extended outwards even further.

The Darth was a void, drawing all life around into her. She devoured every morsel of it inside the landing bay and some meters outside it, in one big sphere around her.

Some Jedi at the edges of the bay were caught in her drain as they came to try to stop the Sith invaders. They screamed as their lives were ripped out of them just the same as the world around them. Some younglings were hiding behind a ship, huddled together in fear, and they too were were caught in the merciless power. They were too young to know how to defend themselves against the darth's ever growing power.

She wanted to leave everything behind them baron and defiled, permanently marking the land with the darkness that was here to rip away the sense of safety.

When she felt no more Jedi life close by, she walked forward again and crossed the threshold. Jedi bodies littered the floors, and then she sensed the power deeper inside the temple. It was that which Emyrc was heading towards and so she followed behind him.

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Renfry watched the death unfold around her as the Sith left the ship. The feeling was intoxicating, feeding a primal part of her soul that was growing with each moment she spent alongside them. It was power. Unadulterated, unapologetic... pure.

She took a deep breath in, watching and listening to the sounds of the dying. The screams reached her ears... and they meant nothing to her. She figured she should have felt pity. She should have felt sympathy or should have wanted to show mercy. She didn't. She felt nothing. No pity, not even anger. There was only a cold spirit that matched the room she now stood in.

She took the rear as the group advanced. The others cleaned up the living without trouble and she simply surveyed the carnage. Blood, bodies, and the moans of the soon-to-expire were all that was left. The body of a young boy coughing up blood was left behind as she walked. She didn't know how old he was, but he couldn't have been more than thirteen. He reached up a hand to her as if asking her for help. She paused and looked down at him for a half beat.

The strong consume the weak, she thought. The krayt dragon didn't concern itself with the opinion of the bantha. She stepped over him, letting him drown in his own blood as she passed by.

As they reached the end of the hall she turned back to the path they had just come from. She clenched both fists and they began to glow green before she slammed the bottoms of them against the ground. There was a rumbling and a fissure opened in the ground. A crack ran down the center and then climbed up like a spider's web into the walls. The rumbling turned to an earsplitting sound as the far end of the hallway collapsed in on itself. The way was shut. There was no leaving through there, but more importantly, there was no following the Sith to their goal.
 

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Where Asminys walked, slaughter followed and only death was left in his wake. He was a whirlwind of hate and crimson as he strode through the hangar, clearing a path through what few Jedi and crewmen decided to stand and fight. All who came before him fell to his blade.

One Jedi managed to block a strike, a padawan or knight he knew nor cared not. His hand came up to catch the hilt of the Jedi as he blocked and forced the man to eat his own blade.

The screams of terror and groans of the dying were music to the hateful Sith's ears. His heart sang a song of rage as his body carried out a dance of death. There was no mercy, not thought or care for the lives he shed.

Only a desire for more.

The group of Sith passed like lightning through the Jedi temple hangar, there one moment and gone in a flash, leaving a slew of destruction and cold emptiness behind them. The way behind them was shut, torn asunder by the Dathomiri magics that Asminys craved.

The hallways of the temple were no different. They were left soaked with blood and strewn with bodies. None could stand before the true power of the force as it was meant to be. The power of the Darkside.

It fueled Asminys as he stopped before the large double doors that pulsed with the light. He could feel the presence of power behind the closed portal. The light was strong here, but they had brought Darkness to meet it. Darkness that would extinguish the light.

He grasped at his rage, using his hatred like a chain to wrangle and choke the force into submission to his will. He focused his mind on the doorway, reaching a hand out at it as his eyes blazed with darkness. A crack appeared, then another. Swiftly a spiderweb of flaws spread across the double doors. He let forth a pulse of power from his palm and the crumbling doorway blasted open, spraying the room with shards of stone.

Death had come to Ajan Kloss.

 

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Everything was falling into place. The group moved like one as they went through the temple. Anything that stood in their way was cut down or met an even worse fate. They were a rolling tide of Dark side, one that continued to grow and that would swallow anything that dared to stand in front of such a monstrosity. When all of them entered, Renfry used her magik to seal the entrance and passageway behind them. It prevented retreat but more importantly, it prevented escape. The occupants would be stuck in there with him if they hadn't already made it out.

A massive set of doors pathetically stood in there and Asminys was quick to deal with it as he funneled the force through him. Cracks started to appear all along the door and as it was above to give, Invictus stepped forth and to the front in preparation with the force swirling around him. He shot his hand to the entrance, the force easily bending to his command as it surged forward and added a new intensity to the rocks, dust, wood shards, and whatever else that was coughed up. The rocks would shoot through the room like missiles, easily piercing through any of those if they didn't take cover as bodies would fly back and onto the ground.

The dust and debris would flow through the room, choking the air and visibility of those and to provide cover for the ensembling Sith. Invictus leaped through first, the crimson hue of his two blades cutting through the dust as it lit up the room. He jumped onto the table into the center, his weapon still at the ready as Knights, younglings and councilors stumbled to their feet and prepared their weapons.

The first thing they would see would be Invictus on their precious table, his gold eyes shining like a predator as he was caked in red light. Without wasting a second, he lunged forward and into the nearest group of combatants, his double-bladed lightsaber twirling clockwise as he cut chairs and pieces of the table in half. It forced whoever was inside to disperse from each other and leave them open for the other Sith to swoop in and take their piece.

One of the Knights attempted his luck and charged directly into him but at that point, Invictus was filled to the brim with darkness and it fueled every single fiber of him. He deactivated his lightsaber as the Knight swung horizontally and he ducked underneath it before stepping to the left and past the Jedi. Invictus activated the second blade of his weapon, it facing his backside as the blade screamed and pierced the Jedi through the spine and disposed of him in a matter of seconds. Invictus activated the front-facing blade after and faced the councilors, cornering them to prevent them from escape.
 
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Oren ran along the trail that lead away from the river, and towards the Temple. The feeling of coldness swept through the valley, and a deep scar and pain began to echo through the force. No doubt the other Jedi across the galaxy, those strongly attuned with the force could feel it--especially Oren.

He stopped along the track, his boots sliding in the mud, as he felt the torment, seeing the faces of the many students he had come to train, the friends within the order. Their faces flashed across his eyes as he felt their deaths, heard their screams, and saw their last breaths. The Jedi Councilor held his chest for a moment, Knight Kal'zor, Youngling Class Twenty Four, Master Arga, Librarian Kastian, and so many more--he felt it all.

Focus yourself, we have a job to do. The Jedi Master told himself as he took a deep breath, he had to keep pushing forward or more Jedi would die. As he came into the gardens, he would see a young @Felix , a padawan he had heard about only briefly. The Jedi Master would waste little time, grabbing him by the shoulder.

"Come now, this fight is not yours." The Jedi Master would force a weak smile on his mangled face, but deep down he knew it felt hollow, "I need you, the younglings the other students--they need you." He would push the boy forward, "You remember the contingency plan, head to hangar bay Echo, past the training grounds, help the injured, grab the lost, and guide them. I need you to be a leader in this." The Jedi's words were firm to the boy, "Their lives depend on it, there is something I must do, and then I will meet you there."

He looked back to the tumble, the pain and darkness ripping through it like a black hole consuming all that touched its path. The ground shook, and Oren could only imagine the destruction that had come to their home, the place he grew up, the place he cherished.

Let go of everything you fear to lose... The ancient Grand Master Wycks' teachings rang through the Councilor's ears, snapping Oren back into reality. He would turn running towards the small security outpost. As he came towards the outpost gate, he would see a group of students and their teaching making their way back from a trip--unaware of the chaos they had returned to.

"Head to Hangar Bay, Echo. Something terrible has happened."

"Mas..." Jedi Knight Yupa paused, his alien eyes blinking for a moment as he realized what was happening, "Come students we need to go!"

Oren would sigh as he pushed into the outpost room, looking for the security communications that worked the relay antenna for the Jedi Temple. He would begin punching in the security protocol, first signaling a distress message across the Jedi Frequencies in the galaxy.

"This is Jedi Master Oren Zapan of the Jedi Council, the Jedi Temple on Ajan Kloss has been attacked by the Sith..The temple is falling. Do not return to the temple, it is not safe--stay where you are, or jump to a random location and await my instructions."

He would press the button, sending out the distress signal to all Jedi that were listening. Flipping the long range communicator off, he would signal the temple alarms, "This is Council member Zapan, evacuate the temple at once. This is not a drill." With that, the Jedi would ignite his white blade, crushing the control unit in the security outpost.

Stepping back outside, he would look past the garden and the training grounds, and to the secondary outpost. He would begin his way towards the hangar, where he would rally the Jedi to depart the temple. Along the way, he would pick up a crying youngling, who seemed to have been abandoned. "It's okay," he'd say quietly, "Everything will be alright." It sure doesn't feel that way.

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Death has come. And life has risen to meet it. This was not an undertaking any of them took lightly - but it was clear that now above all the Sith had become FAR too bold. If Eileen had her way, none would leave this place alive. But that was not her choice, she was no Master here. Gale had been but moments before in his quarters, preparing his crimson tin can of armor. But he could not help but admit it gave him adrenaline just dawning the helmet.

Gale’s journey to Ajan Kloss had been far less than typical. Under lock and guard was he brought, for the honestly of his past. But so too did the honesty of his past grant him newfound freedoms - even here, as a potential Jedi prisoner - that the Sith had never allowed him. The peace of mind not to fear the horrors in his mind at every turn. It would seem that now, the opportunity presented itself to prove his truthfulness in full through the actions of his family. And so, it seemed, those present might well be in agreement.

She had informed him that Master Zapan would be leading the defense, and so it was to he the young Vahla would report. But he would likely not recognize the figure standing before him. Not unless he’d studied the history of the Vahla in conjunction with the history of the Jedi.

Gale, for all intensive purposes, looked identical to the crimson Vahla legend that had once been a Jedi. He wore the very armor, a remake of ancestral Van Alasdaire heirlooms as passed down for generations. Eileen had given it to her cousin - but only after he proved that he had actually changed. The Mystic did introduce himself as himself, however, in case there was any confusion.

“Orin Zapan? Gale, my cousin sent me-

I’m sorry for your loss. I should have known, perhaps I could have warned you...

I’ve taken the liberty of calling Eileen and New Vahla, but it will take them a day to reach us even at their top speed. We need to hold until then. What are your orders, Master?”
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In recent times, the Jedi Council had been more active on the galactic front. The fires of war were rising, agents of the Dark Side following along in its wake. Tedimor Har was off world, as was the norm even before the conflict started. Lena Goordayr was there, but had gone off to help guide fellow Jedi and secure the archives when the Dark presence had landed and the death had started. Oren Zapan had been outside and now was also helping in a different area, pushing to leave the planet behind and evacuate and setting the distress signal.

There were two Councilors in the chambers the Sith had slaughtered their way to, both standing with lightsabers in hand and on guard when they leapt in.
Oota Boan's classic blue blade shined in his hand and his throats free of the usual translator, the teal of Sada-Nau Tin beside of him. The Light flowed through them, a shield before the Darkness before them. Behind Oota, other young Jedi were escaping through a broken window. They were encouraged to flee to their ships and the hangar, to escape the temple while the two Councilors engaged the Sith. A Jedi's life is sacrifice- or as a smart mouthed Padawan once said, Jedi is a volunteer position- and the Council would stand before their students for as long as it took.

Besides, as Master Har would say: The Council isn't trapped in here with the Sith. The Sith are trapped in here with the Council. Oota Boan would miss them.

The Force surged through the two as their lightsabers rose up in guard. Sada-Nau's left hand waved to her right in a half circle as @Darth Invictus blew into the room, the Force suffusing the air in the room. It picked up speed and power in the blink of an eye, a swirling and concentrated gale seeking to sweep up the Darth along with debris and dust and explosively launch them all through a side window.

Meanwhile there were four more Sith in the chambers, arrayed before the Grandmaster. In a way he pitied them. All so lost so the influence of Dark, never to know peace so long as they took strength from it. Never to truly help others, to heal the sick and wounded bodies and spirits of the galaxy. The Grandmaster was a healer and a patient man, leading the Order through a time of relative peace. He did not consider himself the most vicious swordsman, but his connection to the Light was unmatched. At the least he would buy some time for the others.

The Jedi Grandmaster took a deep breath, the Light surged into and through him like the light of a distant star, and he bellowed with all four of his throats. The thundering,
roaring sound sent a wide cone of power toward the four Sith and the shattered door, cracking stone, ripping floors, shattering furniture, and sending debris along the wave toward them. The sound was potentially deafening, akin to standing in front of a cruiser's thrusters, and the sheer vibrational force, while non-lethal, was numbing and carried the force of a thousand iron fists battering across a person's body. The Grandmaster used Kougathu rarely in the past, but it was easily capable of ending a fight before it even started.


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Darth Invictus

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The two remaining councilors were a pathetic image of what was left of the defense for the temple. But, they remained stoic and activated their weapons in defiance of the inevitable outcome of their fate. Invictus didn't mind allowing them to have a little string of hope, it made it all that more satisfying. "Let's begin, shall we." His voice was deep as he prepared himself for the coming fight and honed in with the Darkside as stepped forward with his saber at the ready. But when he did step to them, he felt the air swirl beside his feet and before he knew it, the backside of him was slammed with a gust of air that immediately lifted him off the ground.

He flew out the window as he spun randomly but a simple gust of wind wouldn't simply eliminate him from the fight. Invictus spun himself around with the force and aimed his hand in the direction of Nau Tin with an open hand. She would feel the force wrap around her body and be squeezed in a deathly vice grip that would restrict any movement. Invictus then yanked his hand back with all his might and the councilor would fly out through the window just as he did and possibly ahead of him. It would leave the four remaining Sith to deal with the Grandmaster as even freefalling in the air, he could still hear the bellows and destruction it caused.

The fall wasn't too great however and Invictus flipped around with his legs first as he controlled his descent. His feet touched hard stone tiles and he rolled out of it into a crouch. His head snapped up as he found himself in the outer training grounds of the temple, padawans sprinting out from the large open arena and in between rocks or trees at the stone border of it. They had thought the councilors would be joining them alone but they would sadly be mistaken.

Invictus got up with a slight grunt as he only turned on the front-facing blade of his weapon, it having been deactivated during his little fall. The councilor would be on the opposite side of the training ground as the Darth slowly closed distance when he reached the end of his side. His gleaming gold eyes would connect with Nau-Tin's as it burned with the ferocity of the Darkside that imbued in him, that radiated off him droves. "You know what happens next, Councilor." Invictus slowly raised his blade and aimed it at her chest.

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Felix

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the felling of his shoulder being grabbed shook him from his stupor, his eyes going to the man that had grabbed him, blinking a few times at the man.

"Y-es, yeah I-I can do that" he answered the man, not yet fully realising who the Jedi was yet as he pushed Felix forward "Yes, I-I remember." He nodded as the wheels in his began slowly turn again, remembering his training and the contingency plan.

His mind began to consider where to go to look for others, the training grounds were often a centre of activity but also likely the place where most of the conflict would happen, no the dorms would be a better place that's where he'd go to hide if he was a youngling.

He set off toward the dorms, focusing on his senses to both help avoid any sith to search for those hiding. reach the first sets dorms he noticed the door had been sliced open, he swallowed as he saw the dead knight just past it. people are counting on you he reminded himself before stepping over the body.

It was clear that a fight had been going, Felix just hoped whoever was fighting led them away from the dorms so he could get anyone in and with as quickly possible. He made quietly made his way deeper, feeling the presence of a group towards the end of the building

searching each dorm he finally opened the door to the where the group was hiding, he was met with a gasp and shriek of panic from 7 younglings. "It's okay, it's okay" he tried to reassure them "we're safe for now but we need to go, fellow me to hanger Echo. do you all know which hanger that is?" They all nodded apprehensively, Felix knew what they were feeling had been seized by that feeling not minutes before. "Good."

he began to lead them out towards the hanger picking up stragglers along the way. As they came to the train grounds a man came tumble out from temple onto the grounds, his presence cold and angry. a sith. "Go around, go around" he directed them to skirt the edge of the grounds to avoid the fight and head straight to the hanger, he was right behind them but he slowed to look back at the sith and the Jedi squaring off. before stopping to hide behind a rock to observe the two
 
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Darth Malicia

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When the chambers whipped open and an Ithorian stood there, Malicia's hunter instincts kicked in. She didn't give two bantha poodoos about Ender's random flight, because her eyes were locked on a target. She'd been trained since childhood on methods to kill, including species based. She was suppose to be nothing but an assassin, after all. A simple weapon to use at the pleasure of her masters.

That was why when the grandmaster breathed in, Malicia reached out expecting what the species were known to do. She wrapped a Force Bubble around the man, her power bolstered by the Jedi lives she'd drained only moments earlier. Yet still, as the first wave of the man's scream crashed the edge of the bubble, it threatened to pop so she'd pour all of her concentration into it.

The bubble was an object that sound could bounce off of. Because it was such a small space, it'd only be amplified in it. All she needed to do was hold it long enough for the first wave to go crashing back onto the grandmaster, potentially wounding him, possibly gravely, with his own attack.

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Renfry

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Renfry could sense the danger in the room and could tell that both of the Jedi they came across now were not the pathetic beings that she had seen thus far. Perhaps they would represent an actual challenge.

They moved to attack and the Sith were on top of it. Ender went out the window with one of the Councilors and the other woman took the brunt of the attack with her own defense. It was questionable how long the defense would last, but she was confident that it would last for a time.

Renfry moved to the right, going wide and separating from the other Sith as her fingers began to glow, wisps of green flowing free like smoke. She drew on the power of the Shadow and it heeded her call.

Tendrils leapt up from the floor around the legs of the Grandmaster, rooting him in place as the floor seemed to take on an almost semi-liquid consistency. He would begin to sink into it as she manipulated the physics of the ground at his feet. And then she would let it be solid after only a few inches. If all went well, the Jedi would be frozen in place, completely immobile with feet stuck into the equivalent of concrete up to the ankles. Real shame he didn't wear any boots.

She was a magick user whose primary focus had always been on learning the arcane. Even as a great Force-wielder, with the fading of the Nightsisters from the galaxy, one of the great strengths was that even those who were skilled with the Force were unlikely to be familiar with the techniques she used or how to counter them. Or at least she hoped as much.
 
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