Rumble in the Jungle: Clash on Jakku

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Through her eyeless gaze, she watched as each Jedi thickened with the force. The uglier Jedi, however, let it simmer at his fingertips, and in the following instant, he unleashed a torrent of fire, no doubt aimed to distract her. Hecate wasn’t so stupid though— with her slow approach, she knew just what to do. Like her duel on Ord Radama, she subtly reached out with the force to fashion an invisible wall mere feet from the Jedi. Without warning, the spate of fire would splinter into the barrier, threatening to consume the Jedi himself.

In the immediate moment after raising the ethereal wall, Hecate pounced toward the other, irrelevant Jedi. The sabers to her right, Abraxas and Malachor, would sweep into his side, with Abraxas aimed at his upper chest and Malachor to his kneecap. On her left side, she would maintain her favored blade, Lilith, across her diaphragm so as not to expose her guard, and her final saber deactivated in case the second Jedi tried to come in from behind. As she was only handling two blades for action, Hecate felt confident her focus would not remain divided.

 

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The remnants of the Empire fought desperately on the surface of Jakku. They were falling faster and faster toward oblivion, the death of the Emperor swallowing them whole. The shield of the Grandmaster had saved many of the Order’s warriors in the Jungle. Already, green was turning to ash. Fires were beginning to rage across the surface. Jakku was dying as the Emperor had died. It would not be long before the last death rattle of the Empire would rasp into the galaxy. Alara Skyell’s crusade was nearly over. She marched across the planet seeking only death.

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The fleets of the Jedi Order and the Sith Empire traded body blows. The destruction of the Emperor’s flagship had left a void in firepower and leadership. The Home Fleet pressed the Empire from all sides. Victory was near. Soon, the Empire would have two choices. Retreat or fall. History would show the Empire made the wrong choice, they would die with their lauded Emperor. The Great and powerful Malon would have his shadowy grave. He would share it with thousands of his foolishly loyal followers.
 

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The Sith leapt to action right as Vosrik attacked, deflecting the inferno entirely with a Force maneuver Shalken was all too familiar with. He barely had time to register the attack before she struck out again, two blows aimed at his torso and leg. Angling his blade vertically, he managed to catch both energy beams before they landed. ⁝⁝ A counter-attacker, it would seem. Djem So most likely. ⁝⁝ Keeping her sabers at bay, he reached out with the Force, directing a large canister that lay nearby hurtling towards the Codru-ji. Vaskr, seeing an opportunity, leapt at the Sith's right leg, attempting to snap his teeth down into her armour. Distraction in this fight was key.
 
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An easy block, creating a solid wall with the Force. His brother was also a master at the technique, and Vosrik recognized its manifestation as the hungry flames threatened to singe himself. Relinquishing the torrent, the Jedi Lord leaped skyward in a twirl of blades. Keeping an eye on Lilith and the deactivated Eris, the twin emerald lightsabers whirled — aimed at an arm or back, whichever presented itself first. As the Sith would likely retaliate, Vosrik knew not to leave himself so open in his attack that he'd be injured by one of Hecate's blades.

"You think you're worthy to take the place of your fallen Emperor?" Vosrik queried upon landing a few meters from the former Queen. "You think they'd follow you blindly as they did for him?"

@Deviant no u
 

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Hecate recognized the force build within the irrelevant Jedi before her, and through his subtle movement, knew what he had in store. At the same time, she could hear the snarl of the beast, pouncing toward her right leg. Although the uglier Jedi had yet to surface from the flames and retaliate, the irrelevant one still proved hard to counter. But not impossible, of course. Not for the likes of a Sith as shrewd (and flawless) as herself.

So, she simply ducked. Legs snapping toward the floor, she let the blade to her lower right arm dance off the Knight’s own saber. Had the beast attacked her left leg, its attack would be beyond prevention. Fortunately for her, the wolf was stupid enough to leap toward her already activated blades. Now a smaller target, she’d only flick her wrist and let one saber run clean through the swine’s face— a pathetic end for a pathetic pet.

As for the canister flying toward her, the bulk of it would fly over where the rest of her body had once been. Still, uncertain of its size and direction, as well as her exposure to the irrelevant Jedi, Hecate knew she had to back off fast. So, her other free hands already aimed at the Knight’s legs the moment she crouched, the force exploded outward. From it, a specialized burst of air would give her enough momentum to quickly slide away, all while toppling the irrelevant Jedi.

Should she successfully escape, Hecate would snap back into position, blades raised and head held high. "Why would I take the place of a dead man over a dead empire?" She scoffed. "Don't be silly. I don't need the limp underlings of Malon or the remnants of his failed empire." She flourished her blades. "I don't need anyone."

@Vosrik @Shalken nuh uh!! u​
 

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Shalken's secure footing was momentarily lost as "Hecate" knocked his legs out from underneath him with the Force, leaving him dismayed with his opponent's quick retreat. ⁝⁝ Evasive and cowardly...typical Sith. ⁝⁝ Shalken quickly recovered from his near-fall and momentarily turned his attention to Vaskr. The wolf had ducked its head just in time to avoid death, but the Sith's saber had left a large, dark burn on the wolf's shoulder. He ran his hand through the wounded creature's fur, bidding it to stay behind; he would risk no more harm to the animal.

Returning to his full height, Shalken readjusted his grip and stance. Slowly approaching his opponent, the Master retorted, "You? Establish a galactic empire, alone? Would you conquer the universe under the iron grip of fear? Such efforts breed distrust, strife, and rebellion. You are doomed to fail, just this Sith Empire did, and the one a century before. The strongest dominions are built on loyalty — a concept you Darksiders can't seem to comprehend." Shalken flourished his blade in return.

@Vosrik @Deviant um, can u not
 
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Hecate ducked. Such a simple maneuver, but clearly effective, as Vosrik's blades cleaved thin air. The subsequent expulsion of Force energy sent the Jedi Lord into a backflip, where he then landed on a set of crates. Yet again, the Sith's babble made little sense to Vosrik — but reason seemed to be lacking in the minds of those clouded by the Dark Side.

"What are you looking for then? What's your purpose? Why don't you go back to Munto Codru and overthrow their ruler like they did to you?"

While before, the Jedi was just taunting Hecate, now he was actually curious. However, some Imperial soldiers had gathered some of their courage back and began creeping closer, guns in hand.

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Loyalty, strife, rebellion. The words reverberated in her mind. Destiny, purpose. Hecate felt a splinter in her head, an ache that was slowly eating away her thoughts— the truth. It was screaming at her, demanding her to see what really lay ahead of her. So what if she retook her throne on Munto Codru, or reestablished herself an empire unrivaled? In the end, it would cave into rebellion or dissent. Like the Empire from ages ago, like the Republic, and like the Sith even now, inevitability would ultimately destroy her reign.

Doomed to fail…” She repeated under her breath. “My purpose…

Anger flared up within her. “Shut up!” The force, yet again, exploded out from her body. Rage consumed her whole, and Hecate leaped toward the closer Jedi, Vosrik. She launched furious, wild strikes into his direction, all without control. While relentless and heavy-handed, her attacks were irrational. All she wanted in that moment was blood. Something to block out the pain and truth that gnawed at her thoughts. She wanted this to end, here and now.

Power is in my purpose!” Her words roared forward as she continued her assault. “This galaxy is my birthright! If they cannot accept my right to rule, then they can all die— starting with you!

@Shalken lil bith @Vosrik doesn't make u any less of the loser u are
 

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Hecate's burst of aggression was, while typical for a Sith, was sudden and unexpected. Even worse, she lunged at Vosrik, whose usual lightsaber form was ill-equipped to ward off such an attack. Unable to rush to his aid in time, Shalken was assured his brother's fate was sealed.

A flash of white streaked across his vision. Despite his wounds, Vaskr had rushed to Vosrik's aid when his master could not. "No, Vaskr! NO!" The wolf leaped at the Codru-ji, attempting to latch onto one of her arms, effectively sacrificing itself to save his master's brother. Shalken's heart cried out in anguish as the beast was cut to shreds in the flurry of blades. Pushing aside his emotions, the Justicar took the opportunity created by his beloved pet, arcing his blade behind Hecate's two left arms in an attempt to remove her hands at the wrists. Vaskr's sacrifice would not be in vain.

@Vosrik @Deviant get rekt scrub
 
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The sudden blast of Force energy nearly knocked Vosrik off his place on the large crates. Clearly, the Jedi's mere curiosity elicited a deep-seated conflict inside Hecate. He regained his footing in time to see the Sith leaping toward him savagely, rage and anguish emanating from her being. Teachings of Soresu and Djem So flooded Vosrik's mind — old lessons he knew he should have payed more attention to. But in the moment, only one thing came to mind.

Vosrik dropped to the crate he was previously standing on.

In that moment, he saw and felt Vaskr's presence as the wolf took the many blows that the Jedi Lord should have succumbed to. Vosrik saw Shalken immediately leap into action, and the Jedi Lord struck out while in his unique position. Angling one blade to deflect one of Hecate's that would have reached him, Vosrik slashed his other towards her right foot — just above the ankle.

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Her strikes were furious, endless. A slash to his lower abdomen, followed by another to his left thigh. The uglier Jedi was now on the defensive, desperate to parry or block her attacks. Every moment her blades crashed into his own was a moment closer to victory. In any second now, the Jedi Lord would succumb to the onslaught of her sabers, and end up as a shredded mess— just like every other man that dared to defy her.

However, the pest from before jumped forward, stopping her from delivering a killing blow. Instead, her blades cleaved into the massive beast. First through both dorsal legs, then again into the jaw, and once more through its center mass. Like a slab of meat on a cutting board, she cut the wolf into ribbons. Still, it had sunk its teeth into her lower left hand just before its end, but that wasn’t what frustrated her the most. Rather, it cost her vital time. Time that the Jedi now used to sever off her right foot, and the other at her lower wrists.

Hecate reeled back as pain shot into her leg and arms, and she was quick to collapse into the floor. She tried desperately to reach the man with her leftover blades, only for it remain just out of reach— just a moment too late. She screamed as she hit the floor, not out of pain, but anger. For a moment, hysteria took hold, and she cried at the irrelevant Jedi. “My hands, you cut off my hands!

She clenched her teeth together and whipped her head to face the uglier Jedi. “And my right foot? Are you shitting me? You just couldn’t stand being the only one, could you?” She spat at his feet— well, foot, and ripped her gaze away. Frantically, Hecate eyed for her sabers, but also found them just out of reach. Even as she tried to reach out with the force, she was too drained to move it even by an inch. Realization took hold— the battle was lost. Her life forfeit. Everything, gone.

Hecate groaned with anguish, before lowering her head. “Do it, then. Finish this. Kill me.
 

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Shalken barely registered Hecate's defeat as he backed off and collapsed to the ground, overwhelm with grief. His saber clanked against the hangar floor as he clutched his arms tightly around his chest, Vaskr's body mangled too horrifically to embrace. Tears streamed down the Justicar's cheeks as he wept; it was as if part of him had been ripped away, leaving only a dark void in its place. "Vaskr..." he choked, incapable of speech.

Hecate's voice cut through the air. "Do it, then. Finish this. Kill me."

Shalken's grief curdled into anger. She did this. She needed to die. She deserved to die, the filthy Sith scum that she was. Jaw clenched, the taste of blood and salty tears on his tongue, the Master stormed over to Hecate as she lay there dejectedly. Squeezing his saber's hilt, its azure blade shot forth once more as he raised it above his head. Emotions swirled within him as he ignored the warnings in his mind. She would PAY!

"Stay thy hand, young blood! Never mistake vengeance for justice. Vengeance is spawned of hatred, one of many pathways to the Dark Side. In so doing you would become one of them. Stay thy hand! It is not the Jedi way," his old master Brom declared from within his memory. Seeing his error, Shalken slowly lowered his blade, turning away. No, he would not kill her.

Catching his breath, Shalken steadied himself as the ship rumbled. "We should go," he urged to Vosrik. The battle was won, but he had lost.
 

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Grandmaster Alara Voren Skyell pulled her Lightsaber from the chest of a snarling blonde Sith. She turned to find herself standing among a ring of bodies. Sith and Jedi alike were motionless on the ground. Her lightsaber fell heavy by her side. She was tired. Her legs shook, and her arms ached. Alara searched for her next opponent but found nothing. She reached out in the Force, calling the Darkness to find her. She found nothing. The Grandmaster fell to her knees. It was over. It was finally over.

Malon was dead. The Sith were defeated. The Empire’s reign was over. She had finished what Valen started, she had not failed him. Alara felt unbidden tears streaking down her cheeks. Light would return to the galaxy. They had made terrible sacrifices. She had watched friends closer than family be cut down. She had never dared to imagine it might end, they might win. There were times hope had seemed lost, but now, impossibly the Sith Order was defeated. Alara clipped her lightsaber to her belt, wiped the tears from her eyes, and stood. She touched her coms. The Imperial fleet above was broken.

“It is over. The Sith have lost, the Empire is finished.” Her eyes shifted skyward, hope swelling in her heart. “We are going home.” The war was over. Finally over.
 

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The ship rocked suddenly and violently. Clearly the Jedi's fleet was prevailing, and Vosrik's datapad chimed a warning. Scrambling to his feet, the Jedi Lord looked down upon the twin's foe. While Shalken mourned his wolf's loss, Vosrik pitied the former Queen. How far she had fallen, once a great ruler and now a helpless Sith begging for death. If the rest of the Jedi forces on Jakku had been successful, Dea Tacita Hecate was the last Sith alive on the battlefield.

Vosrik extinguished his blades and strode to Shalken's side, clutching him in a firm embrace to reassure him. "Yes, we should go," the Jedi Lord agreed. Another explosion blasted debris across the hangar, and Vosrik looked to their opponent one last time. "Your forces are defeated, and the Sith are nearly extinct. Leave if you can, and find it in yourself to turn from the Dark Side."

Returning resolutely to his ship, the Jedi boarded and exited the Ogre-class. The battle was won, and the two brother's chapter in history was over.

 
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