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Darth Invictus

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Invictus still faced a councilor and he didn't expect the fight would be so simple. She called upon the air and it reacted in kind as it diffused the velocity of the shards and rocks. They simply dropped to the ground afterward but it afforded him to close the distance. Sada-Nu could sense it when he did, the writhing darkness, the Darkside that coursed and slithered through his veins as it even made the power of the light seem to dimmer the closer in proximity he got. He had completely given himself in by this point and let it fuel his every action, the golden gleam in his eyes only proving it.

The Councilor was prepared for his strike and his crimson blade would meet her cyan one as they screamed in opposition the moment they touched. But when she deflected it the other way, Invictus' went with the momentum of his blade and spun around with it as he created a slight distance between the two. The spin would be fast and once he was out of it, his left hand would be primed from before and it would send another force blast directly into her, this time only a few feet between them instead of a whole arena. There was enough power in it that she would be sent flying back and into one of the standing stone obelisks behind her.

Invictus slowly raised his hands, the ground rumbling slightly as three random obelisks that surrounded them would start to shake violently. All three would be yanked from the ground, roots attempting to cling on and bring them back before they were eventually snapped in half. They contained markings and images from the Jedi and the Councilor would see the past generations stare at her from above like spectators. They were raised high in the air before all three of them turned and aimed straight for the Councilor.

"No more peace."
The middle obelisk was thrown straight on towards her. Without even waiting for what would happen, his voice rang out again, "No more hiding." The second would be thrown right after the first. "No more Jedi." The third was eventually thrown and when they connected with the ground and possibly the Councilor, her side of the arena would explode into dust and fragments as the clouds from the debris reached high and touched past the trees. Invictus remained where he was, breathing hard as he waited there with his lightsaber still in hand.

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The Councilor twisted back and reset her guard, expecting a follow up attack from the staff-wielding Darth. The Force rushed again from his palm, the blast forcing her back. She flew back but the Light guarded her well and reinforced her body against the blow, though she was still briefly stunned by the sudden deceleration.

The Darth lifted his pillars, symbols of the Order's history and the meaning around this place. It was almost philisophical in way, but no physical medium defined the Jedi. While readied himself Sada-Nau gathered the Force in and around her, the wind quickly rushing in hectic circles around her and the pillar she was perched against. The obelisks flew at her like spears and she raised a shield of sorts to meet them, the swirling gale expanding outwards in a cloud of dust as the attacks came in. Each obelisk, one after the other, pierced the shield and threw up more dust and debris, their angle altered enough away from her to avoid a direct hit and hiding her from sight.

After the third it was quiet for a moment as the winds seemed to slow, the force of the final blow sending dust and debris high in the air.

Sada-Nau rose her saber above her head, the Force rising with her, and then swung down. The cloud parted and the winds broke to rush forward, carrying with a multitude of fragments from the stone tiles and crushed obelisks. Pebbles, shards, and bits of tile were launched from within the cloud along trails of stone dust, a barrage akin to an attack by a squad of repeater-armed soldiers target the Darth and the area around him. They weren't aimed with precision by any means, but they were thrown with stone-cracking power and covered a wide area. A number impacted the ground around the Darth and between the two combatants, throwing up more dust and forming small craters in the stone.


"There will always be peace. But not for men like you," Sada-Nau said, voice steeled with determination.


The Grandmaster didn't usually ascribe to the use of broad attack abilities, but now wasn't the time to hold back and be reasonable. Unfortunately, he was multitasking and the Sith were resilient. The saberist (@Asminys ) and the avaricious one (@Darth Malicia ) were struck true and stunned for the moment, but the strange sorceress (@Renfry ) had put up some kind of wall that ablated and deflected away the bolts from herself and her young companion.

Their combined efforts before his attack to crush his neck were formidable- further proof of their wasted potential, in his opinion- but they accomplished a constricted airway only before their concentration waned from his attack that left the Grandmaster briefly coughing. The young man (@Emryc Thorne ) flew into a rage, leaping overtop the conjured wall to engage Oota with a pair of lightsabers.

Despite his lack of combat prowess, his skills as a healer and an experienced Jedi did give him skill in certain abilities some might consider terrifying. Mastery over the use of bioelectricity to stun opponents was one, of course. Usage of plant surge was another, though the council chamber had little in the way of flora. The third was an attack on the body directly, disrupting its processes to the point of incapacitation, potentially even leading to death if something vital shut down. As a healer it was the technique he most preferred to avoid, but if there was any point at which to wield it, it was now.

The young Sith leapt through the air, rage blazing in his golden eyes, and Oota once more focused the might of a Jedi Grandmaster's mind fully open to the Force upon him. The attack came, and it could be best described as an attack on the brain as well as the body, a powerful use of Force Sickness. Total disruption of the inner ear and sense of balance, heart palpitations and arrythmia, muscle spasms and weakness throughout, severe headache, debilitating synesthesia, overwhelming nausea and vomiting, difficulty breathing, and even worse symptoms that rapidly stacked atop eachother the longer focus was maintained.


The Grandmaster's stepped back from the twin inward cuts, swinging his own saber from right to left to parry Emryc's left-most saber that would still strike, then rotating it and moving it back left to right to interceptor the outward cut, the tip of the other saber burning across Oota's left shoulder and into the meat of his left upper arm. It was a good thing he could barely feel it happening and was able to maintain concentration, but that arm wasn't going to be raising up anytime soon.

The young man's ferocity and skill were admirable, rage would likely only delay the effects for a brief moment. This was ideally the point where he'd collapse on the floor like a fish out of water if he hadn't earlier upon landing, the symptoms of the Grandmaster's attack gradually worsening. He didn't have the confidence to engage him a rage-fueled duel and he could feel himself nearing the end of his last stand.

This attack was the only one the Grandmaster possessed that could be lethal beyond a lightsaber or simple telekinesis. Sustained and intense focus could disrupt and slow his body's functions to the point of paralysis and a stopped heart if something didn't break the hold.


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Dasi Vemm

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Dasi couldn't sense anyone else. The only thing she could sense was the growing nothingness coming from the Council Chamber. As if life itself was about to end there. She was no longer sure the Grandmaster was still alive and she was afraid. She could feel her body shaking. It was time to leave. Once again she almost brought her lightsaber down on someone far more powerful then her as someone grabbed her arm and tried to pull her towards the hangar. She shook her head and renewed her concentration, people usually just didn't manage to sneak up on her.

The young padawan followed the knight up the boarding ramp of the ship, not resisting anymore. She dropped down against a bulkhead and wiped a mixture of sweat and tears from her cheek. How could anyone cause such destruction? How could anyone look at what they were doing here and call it right or just? She resolved to train harder, this was a travesty. Something absolutely unspeakable. She thought back to Master Tallis and her mission. At first the young Togruta had thought the mission unnecessary, the Jedi didn't need help from some company, but now she was no longer so sure.

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Renfry watched the attack, felt the press off of her, and hoped the hit would score. Things didn't appear to have gone quite so smoothly. Disappointing, but she supposed it was par for a fight again one of the most powerful Force users in the galaxy.

She could sense the shift in focus and although she wasn't certain what the Jedi was doing, she knew it needed to be stopped forthwith.

Her life on Dathomir had been difficult and she'd learned early to waste not and want not. The same applied to her use of the Force. The more that a single manifestation could be used for the better. The energy that had made up the barrier compressed, forming into a much smaller, denser ball between her hands. She thrust her hands forward, the concussive ball lashing out quickly to slam into the Jedi Master.

It was like being slammed with a blast of the Force and being burned all at once. At close range they were one of the more problematic and direct attacks at a Nightsister's disposal. It would almost certainly be enough to disrupt the Grandmaster's attack even if it didn't land, and if it did... well, the effect would be far more pronounced.

With fortune, it would also provide additional opportunity for the other Sith to complete their recovery and launch their own assaults. Even as a mystic Force user she didn't fancy her odds in a solo duel against the Grandmaster.
 

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The Darth nearly got to her feet before the glimmer of her lightsaber hilt caught her eye. It was still on the ground and, right at the moment, she knew how she could immediately help. Her Force wrapped around her hilt, and she flung it to her Cadre-brother. While she knew the attachment to her Cadre-siblings was a weakness, there were still some benefits that could be reaped from them.

Malicia eyes leveled on the grandmaster moments after. Raising to her full height she focused on him to preform one, simple task. Her mind touched the Jedi's, sending him a message. "Die knowing that ultimately, what you did here was meaningless, Jedi."

He'd see the scene she'd witnessed in her dream. The gray, barren, lifeless world and the small mass of darkness that sat at the center of it.

After a pause, she sent one last message, "Die knowing that I will still be out there." What she wanted, in the end, was disrupt his focus even if it was only for seconds. The message, however, still held meaning.

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Emryc Thorne

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Emryc knew he had given into rage. He knew what he had done, but he couldn’t undo it. The thread had been unraveled, and it spiraled out of his control. His sabers whirled in, and with anyone else they would have found purchase with every single strike. He felt one of them dig into flesh, the searing of it hitting his ears and nostrils at once.

He was still in despair, still lost to the psychic torment the Grandmaster forced upon him. It had opened the floodgates to everything he had kept at bay. It was what pushed him to act on impulse and to let another drive his decision. Emryc felt sick even before Oota launched his second attack to target his physiology.

Emryc had allowed another Sith to impact him in a way that caused him to throw caution to the wind. He sinned yet again. He acted against the path that he valued so much. He deserved the onslaught from Oota, and the Jedi’s attack was one he almost welcomed. It was a tidal wave of sickness over him, but it was mercifully mitigated at least slightly by Renfry’s efforts.

He collapsed on the ground after his attack, rolling over to the side to get out of the line of skirmish. His senses were reeling and he felt the urge to vomit. Emryc was disgusted at himself. He was disgusted with Oota for provoking this. He had to close that part of him.

He couldn’t let another impact his actions. He wouldn’t. It would never happen again. That was a promise.

The rage kept the effects at bay for just long enough for him to wrap the Force around the Sith blade that had been forgotten since Oota’s original deflect. Emryc sent it through the air to fly at Oota from behind him. There was no honor in battle for Sith and Emryc was no different.

Strength left him as he collapsed, hanging onto consciousness by a thread.

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Awakened with rage, Asminys still had the presence of mind to feel the kyber of his Cadre-sister's saber flying to him. His arm snapped out to catch the hilt as he rose to his feet, calling his own fallen blade to his other hand. Igniting both blades, he roared as he charged in at the Grandmaster who stood near the falling Emryc.

He would not appear the same to the Grandmaster, who likely now saw more through the force than through his own eyes in his Oneness. A beast stripped bare of his protective hide, his spirit bled profusely. An ugly skinless thing it was, of raw muscle and snarling rage.

If he had more presence of mind, he might have taken more notice of the fallen Emryc. Now however there was only one thing that mattered. The Grandmaster stood before him, burning with the hated light.

Coming in behind the Sith blade that flew for the Grandmaster's back, Asminys came in low once again, this time armed with two crimson blades. Swinging first with his right hand blade in a horizontal slash from right to left aimed for the Grandmaster's thigh, it would cleave several inches in from the tip of the blade if it hit. A half beat behind that, his left hand blade would come in over the top of that strike in an angled slash that would simultaneously strike at the Grandmaster's right shoulder and provide a defensive screen for the first slash.

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Each obelisk came crashing down one after another. Boom. Boom. Boom. Rocks split into pieces, cracks formed along the ground, and geysers of dust shot into the air from the assault. With the amount of blockage, Invictus couldn't see what actually happened but when he reached through the force, he could still sense the Jedi. As if on cue, a cyan lightsaber broke forth and shone through the murky clouds before it was slammed forward and aimed towards him.

The air once again heeded the Jedi's call as it surged forward, picking up the scatted stone remains of her ancestors and shooting them like a bolt towards him. Invictus immediately brought his saber fourth as both of the blades activated on each side and spun it in front of him in a circular motion. With little accuracy, the rocks were thrown, some completely whizzed past him and the ones that did connect would be destroyed as they connected with the heat of his lightsaber. Some of the little pebbles would slip through however as small cuts would form along his arms and torso as he would start bleeding slightly.

When the rocks were finished, he lowered his lightsaber as his eyes found the Jedi and chuckled softly. With a flick of his wrist, the cloud of dust and debris would suddenly implode and expand out as he used the force to manipulate it. The entire arena would be covered as the Darth shut off his lightsaber and let himself be submerged in it before disappearing. Invictus was a master of stealth and he knew easily how not to make a sound as he submerged his signature in the force and slithered through the arena quietly.

Sada-Nau wouldn't be able to see anything and if she tried to use the force to dissipate the clouds, she would see it only work for a moment before the dust would wrestle back with it and force it to be rebuilt. She would get the feeling she would be watched, a predator out there that lurked and waited for the perfect moment. When a few seconds would pass as he closed the distance, he would finally launch his strike.

The Darth would break out from the dust clouds and appear next to her, his lightsaber shut off his elbow would come in lightning-quick and strike her right across the jaw. There was enough power in it to break the bone if not at least daze her. His arm would follow through with the motion and when his elbow passed her chest, he would activate his lightsaber in the same hand and slash it back horizontally the other way and directly across her stomach. Invictus would step back afterward as he readied himself for another confrontation.

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Her swarm of stone projectiles deflected, Sada-Nau slipped back into a defensive posture and began her advance- only to stop in place as the layer of crushed debris over the training grounds rose up at the will of the Darth, forming roiling, concealing clouds. The Councilor's face set firmly in an expression of steely determination. This was no retreat, this was to gain the advantage.

The Darth's presence disappeared in the Force and Sada-Nau sighed softly to herself. Her blade slowly lowered, shifting her guard to her right side, tip facing back, down and away from herself. Her eyes closed, the Light pulled into her, filling her empty vessel, a coiled spring ready to fire. She'd never expected to get out alive, of course. By now Lena had retrieved and escaped with the archives, meagre as they were. But if Sada-Nau was to die, she was going to prevent at least a single Sith from ending even one more life.

For a moment it was quiet and still, the Darth and his prey, the hawk and the flutter in the grass. He believed the Jedi a mouse, a thing to be hunted. But today he hunted a snake, and as the Darth's lethal talons closed around her, Sada-Nau bit back.

Invictus flew from the smoke and struck out, and Sada-Nau moved in kind, weaving a hair's breadth around his elbow strike like a leaf in the wind, a reed bending against the coming gale. Her lowered blade quickly rose up in a swift and ruthless cut to match his own, slipping past his defense in the moment of attack. The Darth's blade struck across her open belly while her own cut was directed toward the ribs of his left side to burn through heart and lungs if she was able, perhaps even his left arm if it was in the way.

Even then she expected he'd react quickly, but perhaps even a mitigated strike would do enough to bring the man down. If she could ensure it, the Darth before her would not leave Ajan Kloss alive.

But the Darth's blade did strike first, and Sada-Nau's focus was broken. She fell to the ground, gasping for air as the burning crimson ran a channel across her stomach. She clutched at the wound, bent over in the dirt and debris as sheer agony ran through her body like wildfire. This was the end of her, one way or another.


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The Grandmaster was weakening. It had taken all he could muster, all the energy he could channel at once, to keep up with four trained killers for as long as he had without falling. But it couldn't last forever. He felt he still had lessons to teach them, perhaps, but maybe in another life. Although he did regret he couldn't do more for his people or for the Jedi in his lifetime, he didn't regret keeping with the path of a healer.

In his final moments he thought of home. The great plains and forests of Ithor, brimming with life and beauty. The hills, mountains, and lakes of Ajan Kloss, the ancient temple walls, the faces of every Jedi he'd taught or been taught by as a Jedi. He would miss it, miss them all, he felt. But all life eventually comes to an end, when it is time.


"My time has come," he thought to himself, a sense of peace washing over him as his body began to fail. It wasn't that he had refused to move from where he'd stood, defiant against the Sith. He physically couldn't. The Force was not safe to use the way he'd channeled it, not more than once at the end of a lifetime. He hoped it'd been enough. But perhaps on his way out, he could offer one last lesson.

Through the use of the Force, all of them were connected in a way. In directing it toward him, channeling their passions and anger and greed, they formed a very brief circuit between themselves and the Grandmaster. Not much, for one as attuned to it as he, it was just enough.

From @Renfry came a blast of mystic energy, wreathed in Shadow. As the attack touched him the barest amount, a voice spoke to her. Kind, patient, and knowing, as if it understood more than it let on. A voice that she would perhaps always remember, no matter how hard she may try to forget.
"It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be. When the path you walk leads only to yourself, you never get anywhere."

@Darth Malicia attacked his mind with images of a barren wasteland and spoke to him, but he replied only with a tone of mild disapproval and disappointment tinged with a sense of compassionate pity for the woman before him. "One day you will realize... The more you take, the less you have. You must let go of the illusion of control."

@Emryc, clever young man that he was, had flung his fallen dagger toward Oota's back. The Grandmaster's eyes flicked toward the fallen young man, and as it struck he spoke again, the last living lesson to the boy tortured by the nature of his own existence. "One often meets his destiny on the road to avoid it. Find the one thing you were denied all your life, and only then will you truly be free."

The final strike, the crimson blades wielded by @Asminys, came in from behind on the tail of the dagger. Both cuts made contact with no resistance, and he too was spoken to by the Grandmaster. "No matter your skill or training, no matter your past, you will always fail until you find a battle truly worth fighting. You are the master of your own destiny, young warrior. If you only do what you can do, you will never be more than you are now."

It had never been his destiny to stop these Sith, not really. He had set others on that path. Oota only hoped he could help them, even a little, to find their true destiny. May the Force be with them all.

Renfry's blast struck his chest, burning a hole through his torso. The dagger struck him in the back, shortly followed by the duo of strikes from Asminys. The breath left his lungs and his body went slack, falling slowly forward toward the ground. For a moment he seemed to freeze in place, a sense of serenity and peace across his face and through the Force. His body became transparent, the faintest whisper through the wind. Before his robes and the dagger through them hit the ground, he was gone, vanished from the material plane.

His final lesson complete and his body well and truly spent, Grandmaster Oota Boan was no more.


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As he leaped from the smoke, his elbow barely whizzed by Sadu's jaw and his eyes were able to catch her's as she evaded it by an inch. It was the reason why he had activated his blade and swiped it back the other way as he felt the slight resistance of his blade meeting her flesh. But in turn for his offensive strike, the Councilor landed one as well as her blade struck his ribs and was dragged across his chest and through his armor. He leaned back enough so that it didn't clip his heart or lungs but that was about it. When they finally separated, he stumbled away from her as the only thing he could feel was a fire that blossomed from his chest and outward through his body.

He let out a pain fueled scream as his eyes snapped shut and he tried to focus his mind from letting it overtake him. It was a miracle that he was still standing from the strike even though he continued to stumble around until he found an obelisk for support. Invictus breathed in and out rapidly as sweat dripped down his skin beneath the helmet, the pain thrashing out at him as it tried to make him fall to his knees. But Invictus had been molded and trained by pain from the moment he was selected to become a Sith and the sensation was one that he wasn't unfamiliar with. Instead of running away from it, he focused his mind directly on it, letting himself feel every aspect of it until the only body could do was accept it.

When his head snapped back to the Councilor on the ground, his eyes gleamed through the smoke a bright gold as fuel had been poured on a raging and uncontrollable fire. Invictus pushed off the wall slowly, his chest still glowing orange as the skin there was melted and cauterized with his clothing as well. "You..." The Darth walked slowly toward the Jedi until he felt it, the multiple signatures of padawans that had escaped from the arena. When he looked in that direction and then the Councilor, she was practically half-dead and couldn't even stand. "Pathetic." Invictus roughly lifted her up with the force before sharply throwing her out of his way as she would collide harshly into one of the rocks.

The padawans were the lifeblood of the Jedi and their future generations. This assault was supposed to be a message and he wished to deliver a clear one. Invictus proceeded toward the treeline where the padawans had run to for shelter. When he reached the end of the arena, however, he heard a soft rumble before trees in front of him shook wildly as well. A small transport slowly lifted itself in the air before its wings unlocked and aimed itself upwards toward the atmosphere. As the flames of the engines grew in intensity and let it shoot off, it lurched to an abrupt halt after a few feet and was held in place.

Invictus stood in the arena, his right hand outstretched to the sky and toward the ship. The agony he felt from his wound was the source of his power and he allowed it to flow through him as he drew on it. His fingers continued to slowly close to a fist, the metal on the ship beginning to shift and crumble, it groaning in resistance as it tried to resist being crushed. The engines began to sputter as they remained in place. Even from where he was, Invictus could feel it, the fear from the dozens of younglings that leaked off the transport as he drank from it and let it flood his senses. That fear turned to terror and it all swelled to him, his vision blackening as his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

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With her life rapidly ebbing away there was little the Councilor could do to stop Darth Invictus. Her countercut had failed to hit her target and the pain kept him up his feat rather than disabling him like it would any ordinary mortal. He was truly a master of the Dark Side, steeped in it's vile, loathsome corruption.

All the more reason she couldn't allow him to leave.

The Sith tossed Sada-Nau aside like she was nothing and then turned on the escaping padawans, students and teachers both aboard the escape ship. They couldn't hope to stand against the Darth, even in his wounded state. Her skin was paling and her eyes were unfocused, but still, Sada-Nau was not dead yet. And she was still a Master of the Council.

Like the Sith before, she hid. The Force gave her strength, just enough to stand from where she'd collapsed against a shattered stone. Buried underneath the surrounding currents, the ebbs and flows of hate, pain, and death, a half-dead Jedi was little more than a leaf on the wind.

One step, then another, then another, quiet as a cat in the night, smooth as a midnight breeze she crept. Paler and paler still but with eyes glinting with every ounce of determination she had, she demanded her body obey her will just for a few seconds more. Sada-Nau approached from behind to take the place of Darth Invictus' shadow and, with no more warning than the snap-hiss of her lightsaber, thrust forward to impale him through the back.

She stared forward, teeth grit, not entirely looking at him. It was all she had just to stand, to move her arm that little bit. Her grip immediately slackened, held out as if on autopilot while the other held her mortal wound, body held in place more by sheer will than any true physical strength. But still she stood in defiance of the Sith and his malice, just a half-dead Jedi. Nothing but a leaf on the wind.


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Javelin Kel expedited the landing process of his shuttle as much as he could, with pressurized air blasting out of the sides of the craft. He had reached his destination. Ajan Kloss. The exact place he was told not to go. This type of move wasn't foreign to him. Being where he wasn't supposed to be had given him a reputation amongst his fellow Padawans. This time it would work in his favor though. He'd save as many Jedi as he could from these fiery lightsaber-wielding assailants. That, or he'd be dead.

He hopped out of the craft, leaving it prepped and ready for takeoff once more. Then, using his connection to the force, he blasted off at top speeds, augmenting his physical abilities to get himself away towards his goal faster, however slight it may be. The Jedi Temple was close, and he could still feel the wayward souls inside calling for help. So many voices cried out in his head "Help! Help!" Yet still, the more time that passed, the more the voices in his head lessened, silenced by dark-side warriors.

As he neared the temple, he crouched behind a piece of rubble, his eyes gazing upon what he didn't want to see. Sith. More than one. He watched in both awe and horror, as a Jedi shuttle blasted off, and one of the Sith reached their hand out, halting the ship as its engines roared. The fiery plasma of the twin engines roared, and the Sith clenched their fist, as the metal of the ship creaked and folded. Javelin could feel them. Younglings. Their lives wavering with every passing moment. And on the other hand, the Sith's life force grew stronger. For the first time in his life, Javelin was terrified.

He shakily reached toward the Jedi weapon that hung at his side, unhooking it from his belt. But as he moved his finger to activate it, he couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to click the button. Not because of a Sith. No force ability locked him in place. But because of himself. Because he couldn't bring himself to fight.
 
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Invictus' hand was raised high in the air, the ship just in between his fingers as the force coiled in his palm and around the transport. The metal started to collapse in on itself as it would last a few more moments before it would just be completely destroyed. But suddenly, everything stopped for him, the sound of the wind and surrounding wildlife, the taste of the battle laden air, it all simply went away. The blackening of his vision cleared as he could no longer sense the fear that had radiated from the younglings. The force that had been in his palm turned into water and it simply just flowed out from between his fingers with little resistance and dissipated in the air. His hand lowered to reveal the ship had continued on and left the atmosphere.

Invictus took a wobbly step forward before he slowly lowered his head and witnessed the cyan blade that protruded out right below his heart. Even then as he stared at it burning through his skin, he could feel nothing from it. Slowly, his free hand reached behind him and deactivated the lightsaber before bringing it back around to his front. It was the Councilor's and when Invictus took a wide step to turn around, he found her just standing there, her hand still out and in the gesture of her holding her weapon. His gaze would slowly find her's as they stared at each other for a moment, his breathing slowed as the gold in his eyes began to dimmer slightly.

But suddenly, the gold rushed back and consumed whatever was left of his eyes as he stepped forward without warning and with vicious speed. Rage surged through him of his mistake by leaving her alive and it gave him enough to finish the job. He slapped the Councilor's hand to the side and placed one hand on her shoulder as he activated his own lightsaber and thrust directly into her heart. It erupted out her back and with a sharp twist given at the end of it to confirm he completely pierced it. When she fell to the ground, Invictus activated the Jedi's own saber before he slashed it horizontally, completely decapitating her head from her body. It would bounce on the ground before simply rolling to a stop, her eyes still open from when she had stared at him.

He stood over her crumpled body as the lightsaber simply slipped from his grasp afterward, his fingers no longer able to close fully enough to support it. Invictus stared at the body in disgust before he lifted his head toward the temple where the other Sith were collected. He took a step forward with the intention of regrouping with them but the moment his foot touched the ground, Invictus simply fell to his knees as his breathing came out in painful wheezes that resembled a dying animal.

He gingerly lifted his hand to the hole where the Councilor had stabbed, Invictus' breath now hitching each time as he tried to collect it. She had missed his lungs the first time but not the second. "Wait..." He painfully murmured before attempting to crawl forward but this time, his body simply told him enough and he fully collapsed to the ground and onto his back, only a few feet away from the Councilor. Invictus stared up at the sky, the stars there and watching as they seemed to be waiting for the moment he would join with them.

Thoughts freely flowed through his head and without his control, the image of Riley came to the forefront and the words she spoke to him when they had to depart from each other. One of them was going to get killed and they both had been right, it was just him that chose the end of the short straw. Her words rung through his head one last time, I don't think you're a bad man, Ender. Invictus wished that those words could have been given the chance to become true but there had never been a path for him.

It felt like his body was being submerged into the ground as a slow wave of tiredness crept over him. His chest rose and fell but it became slower and slower with each second. Ender didn't fight it and he had always known there wasn't going to be a peaceful ending for him after what he had done. The weight of what he had become, what he had done, what he had missed all went away and gave him a sort of weightless sensation. His eyelids began to close without his knowledge and he would begin to see only darkness afterward. Surprisingly, despite his hate for the Jedi, she had been right. It was the first time that Ender had found peace.
 
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Javelin Kel

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Closing his eyes, Javelin considered running. His ship was still prepped and ready for launch, all he'd need to do was make it back alive. And luckily for him, he'd remained unseen. But that wasn't the Jedi way. It was not the way of the Jedi to abandon one's duty. To save themselves while others fell to monsters. The Jedi way was to defend the innocent. To help those who couldn't help themselves. That was Javelin's first lesson, and the one that echoed in his mind when he needed it most.

A fountain of green plasma burst from Javelin's fist. Emerging from behind his makeshift cover, he held his lightsaber in front of him, ready for the fight to come. The wind whistled. The birds soared. Everything around him moved as he did. Yet as he stepped forward, he saw that his job was already done. The Sith from before, the Lord holding the Jedi shuttle in place, had a new addition to his armor. A lightsaber sized hole, right beneath his heart. Javelin looked to his side, seeing the head of a Jedi Council member roll on the floor. The Sith fell soon after, and Javelin could feel the weight lift from his shoulders.

Keeping his saber alight, he sprinted toward the bodies of the two powerhouses. They were leagues above him, and there they were. Slain where they stood. Javelin kneeled before the Jedi master, bowing his head and closing his eyes for a moment. But that was the longest he could let his guard down for. Retrieving the fallen Jedi's lightsaber, Javelin hooked the weapon on to his belt as he stood. He could still sense the dark presence of the Sith around him, as the dread crept into his mind once more. He wouldn't let it control him. The dark side was strong, but he was taught to be stronger. To resist it. And that's exactly what he'd do.

Reaching out in the force, Javelin sprinted towards the temple, desperate to find any survivors of the dreaded conflict.
 

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As Javelin made his way toward the Jedi Temple as quickly as he could, the dark dread of the Sith crept into him once more. He could feel the power emanating from the remaining dark-side forces. They were strong. Much stronger than he was, as much as he'd never openly admit it. He gripped the dead Jedi's lightsaber, feeling an echo of the councilor's final moments.

The temple wasn't the place for him. All he'd find there were the bodies of his comrades, and eventually, his own demise. The Sith had taken them by surprise during their moment of celebration as the springing of Lieutenant Aran launched, and they had let their guard down. Deactivating his green blade, he sheathed the weapon on his belt, looking back toward the shuttle he had arrived on from off-world.

"What are you doing Javelin? Some of the younglings already made it off-world. Better to help them than get yourself killed."

Swallowing his pride, Javelin ran back, concealing his presence in the force, and jumped back into the cockpit of his shuttle. As much as he hated to admit it, he'd be no match for the remaining Sith Lords and Marauders. The event reminded him of the destruction of the Jedi years prior, when the galaxy became a new shade of dark. He wouldn't let that happen again. Closing the entrance to the shuttle, Javelin clicked a series of buttons, causing the craft to rise into the air.

Taking one last look at the place he had called "home" for the last seventeen years, he took off into space, alive, and unharmed.

/Exit Attempt
 

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Emryc drew shuddered breaths as he remained on the ground for a few moments. He felt weak beyond measure, and he was still freely bleeding from his back. His fingers curled into the marbled floor and he slowly pushed himself to rise again. The Grandmaster’s words resonated in his mind, and it sickened him. It was a disease that coursed through his veins that he needed to flush out.

His mind wanted to venture into what he had been denying himself, but he quickly knew the answer. He shut that door before it could open more than halfway. There was a sharp exhale as he first rose to one knee and then to fully stand. Nothing was left of the Jedi except for his robes and his saber. Emryc eyed the saber for a moment, but made no moves towards it. The decisive blows had come from someone else.

Emryc kept the mask on, calling the Sith blade back to himself as he tucked it away. He strained to breathe, still recovering from the effects of the sickness. He was in a tremendous amount of pain, but he channeled it internally. He silently looked up to see the others, observing how drained and taxed everyone had become from the fight.

Where was Darth Invictus?
 

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It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be. When the path you walk leads only to yourself, you never get anywhere. The words stuck in her mind even as she attempted to flush them out. She wanted and tried to forget them, but she couldn't.

I made my choice. This isn't about what I was born, she thought to herself, but she knew that there wasn't anyone there to hear it anymore. He was gone and she had helped it happen.

The Grandmaster faded before Renfry's eyes, his body vanishing and his spirit escaping beyond the Veil. She had never experienced anything like that before, but she knew of the world beyond the Veil, and she knew there would be no returning him - in part or whole - back to this plane. Even in his final moments, he foiled her.

For a moment she stood there, looking at the remnants of the clothing and the lightsaber. She could still hear the clash of sabers outside and reached out her hand.

She turned to where Ender fought the other Councilor and watched just as it ended. Her heart seemed to stick in her throat for a moment. They'd marched through the temple, slaughtered everyone in their path. They were invincible... but they weren't. None of them were, even the most powerful of an Order.

She dropped down near the bodies, walking toward them as her mind pondered the ritual. Her hand reached out to dead Councilor's saber and it leapt to her hand. She was suddenly a thousand lightyears away. The blue saber activated in her hand as she started carving into the floor around the bodies. The runes were old, dating back into the ancient days of the Nightsister Order to a ritual that hadn't been performed in generations.

Her learning it had been forbidden, but Renfry's appetite for knowledge was insatiable. She wanted to know everything. She hated the idea that anything was denied to her. She would never use it, and why would she need to? But it told her of the world across the Veil, and that made it worth learning. That was what she had told herself.

And yet here she was. She would defile the Spirits in a way that would make her a pariah among her sisters. She would never again be able to return to them as one of their own. Her back was turned to the others and her eyes blurred with tears that she wouldn't allow them to see.

But the saber continued to carve.

She didn't slow and she didn't allow her emotions beyond the veneer of her mind. Even those who knew her would sense nothing but an empty void where normally was a whirling cyclone of emotion and energy.

The runes channeled the remaining power of this world, already tainted by the darkness of the slaughter here. Scorched and drained of life, there was little good remaining, but even scorched earth could be salted. Nothing Light would ever flourish here again.

She let the tip of the blade trace back to the final vertex and the symbols were complete. The saber flashed out and she knelt, closing her eyes and placing her hand at the center of it all. She focused on the Veil and what was beyond it. The second sight was intended for Dathomir, but she could still sense it here. She could sense the recently departed Sada-Nau Tin. She sought peace in the Force, but she would be denied.

Renfry lifted her hand from the symbol, a flash of green glowing in her palm a moment before slamming back down on the vertex. Green flame tore through each and every line in the ground, a malevolent green glow encompassing the training grounds and licking at the body of the fallen Councilor without burning it.

Where moments ago Renfry had felt like an empty void, now there was a raging flame. The grief and loss were now anger. She let it pour through her, reaching through the runes, past the Veil, to the Councilor. Like a fish trapped on a hook, the soul was dragged back across the Veil, bound without purpose, without hope, without rest. Forever it would strive for its proper place, to follow the natural order, but it could not.

The tethers of the spell kept it here, dragged clear through the Force and subjected directly to the death that clung to this place. It would shatter under the weight, portions scattered to the far corners of the temple, polluted by darkness as the core ever strained against the tethers that bound it to this world.

Each person standing there would be able to feel the shift. A darkness that clung to where they stood. It tugged at the mind, feelings of agony, pain, and torment were now inseparable from this place with every step. It was the center of darkness, and gnawed at the soul of every person here.

As the green flames faded, the darkness remained. Renfry pushed herself back to her feet, and stepped back from her work.

You will find no rest in this world or the next, she said, her voice now cold and distant. She had come here for this and it was done. There was no going back to where she'd come from.

She had made her choice. She was Sith.
 

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The grandmasters words rang in her head, hitting a proverbial wall. What could he possibly know about her hunger? What could anyone possibly know? She paused a few seconds thinking on it. Those were... good questions.

Her thoughts came back to the chambers when her eyes caught the last glimmer of the grandmaster vanishing. It was probably beautiful but all she could think was that she was finally free.

She could leave. The lack of life around to feed on made her feel a little... restless, and she knew she wanted to leave. She didn't check on her cadre-brother, or pay much mind to the sense of Ender's life ending, before leaving. She let her feet forcibly take her out of the chambers. Though her steps were slower, it wasn't by choice. Her body simply didn't have all it's strength after she'd poured so much into consuming.

When she was partway down the hall, she sensed a swelling of something sinister in the chambers, which helpfully distracted her from her other thoughts. While she walked she took note of the darkness that lingered all throughout the temple... but then in between the thick fog of darkness she could sense....

The light side?!

It was still here?! How?! Malicia immediately turned to follow it, allowing her senses to lead her down a winding hallway. Doors and dead wallplants dotted the pathway, making her think that she might be passing living quarters. She could've stopped to take a look, but choose to simply stay on the target.

Eventually, she was lead to a large door at the end of the hall. It didn't automatically open, so she used her lightsaber to cut a way in. She pushed the cut piece of door out of her way, stepping into the room and honing in on her target. Though she blinked a few times when she realized what it was... it was a holocron, and who's it was was marked clearly in the Force. It was Grandmaster Oota's holocron. That was why she sensed the light side. Malicia thought for a second, shrugging before snatching up the holocron and deciding that she was going to take it. Maybe she'd destroy it.

Now that she'd found that small source of light, she left the room and returned to her mission of getting on their ship to leave.
 

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Asminys swung, expecting resistance. A block with the saber. Anything other than meeting air. His blades burned through the grandmaster's clothes as they fell to the floor but the grandmaster was gone.

"No matter your skill or training, no matter your past, you will always fail until you find a battle truly worth fighting. You are the master of your own destiny, young warrior. If you only do what you can do, you will never be more than you are now."

The Grandmaster of the Jedi's voice echoed through Asminys head as he faded from existence, as his body disappeared and he became one with the force. The words burned against his psyche the way the grandmasters lightning had burned against his soul. His rage faded and he fell to his knees, slumping as his lightsabers deactivated in his hands. His minds lingered on the words, tried to burn them from his memory but he failed.

The Grandmaster wasn't wrong though. He was the master of his own destiny. His hanging head looked up, spotting the Grandmaster's fallen saber. He would prove it to the old Ithorian, even in death. Snatching the blade up, he clipped it to his belt along with his own before standing, weary.

Moving to the window, he watched Renfry carry out her ritual, noting the body of Darth Invictus laying by that of the Jedi Councilor. They had traded their lives. What a waste. He watched with interest as Renfry carved glyphs into the ground with Invictus' saber, activating them in a show of green flame that burst forth. He felt the energy in the air shift as she finished laying her curse.

Death had come to Ajan Kloss. And the Darkside with it.

 
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