The Fall of Korriban: Cleansing of the Temple

[Valen Pelora]

The Darkside was not birthed on Korriban. Just as the Light took root on Tython, so did the Darkness. Korriban merely adopted the Darkside and became its one true home. Tython was destroyed. Its shining Light was ripped from the galaxy. It may never be healed. The Tombs of Korriban house those who dedicated their lives to the service of the Darkside. A great and terrible Darkside nexus swirls within the tombs. Spirits of old and servants of the Darkside wander the dark halls. This evil, this abomination must finally be ended. Balance must be sought to atone for the destruction of Tython. The tombs must be cleansed.

Grandmaster Alara Voren Skyell is leading a small band of Jedi to purge the Darkness from depths of the tombs. She has handpicked those to accompany her. They are all powerful in the Force. Some raw, but their strength undeniable. She will need it for what they plan to do. It is more than whispers, ghosts, and wraiths, they must defeat. The elite Templar of the Imperial Inquisition guards the dead. They are truly the very greatest of their ilk. The Grandmaster and her allies must reach the heart of the tombs. Failure here would mean failure across the planet.

OOC: Death Disabled

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[Topher Ridge]

Korriban. Even as Barad though of the name he could barely believe he was here. The Jedi and their allies were final ready to deliver the final blow to the waning Sith that controlled the galaxy under the rule of the Darkside for the last 5 years. The taint of the Darkside could be practically tasted in the air, and it had to be the most intense pressure of the negative energy Barad had ever felt. The feeling only became more intense as band of Jedi drew closer to their objective, the tombs of the ancient Sith lords. The entrance towered upward as they approached and the group would take a quick break before entering.

Barad did one final check of his gear as they waited at the mouth of entrance to the catacomb like tombs of the Sith. He had his saber, light bow, throwing knives, hunting knife, DGL launcher, and 2 smoke grenades. He wore his basic armor and scatterweave cloak as well. Once he was finally sure everything was in order he'd look to his allies and nod. He had to admit he was honored to have been chosen for this highly important mission by the newly appointed Grand Master herself. Well either that or he was one of the few stupid enough to actually go along. The tombs were supposed to house a Darkside nexus, that if destroyed, would cripple the power of the Sith. He looked to Alara and gave another nod he was ready to begin. They didn't have a lot of time and sounds of war were starting to grow louder around the planet.

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[Stratus]

As those around her checked their gear, armour clanging and weapons chattering against each other, she knelt quietly, the dusty red sand of the planet beneath her swirling around her knees.

At her side was her yellow-bladed lightsaber and beneath her usual tunic dress was some Jedi modular armour - while it did restrict her movement slightly, she opted for it, because of the unknown dangers within.

She, too, stood, dusting her knees and giving the grandmaster a sharp nod.

 

[Versok]

Kilian Marr was inside the tombs, doing his duties as the one in charge of the templars who were guarding it that day, until he felt something, something that surprised him, something that he feared, the jedi were in Korriban, and one, extremely powerful, was in the tombs with more jedi, prepared to take them down. And this was not only happening in the temple, they were receiving alerts from everywhere, the great temple was under attack, the city was under attack and now the tombs would be too. Kilian knew this could happen, the high ranks kept killing each other so there was no one to lead the Empire but the emperor himself, it was obvious that the jedi would attack soon yet the sith tried to ignore it, because the sith are all pride, and they didn't want to admit that Korriban was not prepared.

But Kilian would not leave the place like a coward, this was the most sacred place in Korriban, where the dead leaders of the sith where buried, where the ghosts of powerful dark lords wandered and where those who were alive went in seach of knowledge. He would risk his life and confront the trespassers, if he had to die to save this sacred place, so be it.

Kilian gathered all the templars he could in such a short amount of time to fight the enemy, they where the best of the inquisition, however, Kilian feared it might not be enough "Brothers, sisters, Today the jedi are at our door, they want to defile this sacred place with their ways, they want to end a long sith legacy, they want to avenge their people by hurting us. However, we can't, we WON'T let that happen! we will punish them for their defiance, we will make them suffer for attempting to taint this sacred place, so prepare your weapons and your armors, pray to the dark side and join me into battle, their leader wanted retribution, so WE WILL GIVE THEM RETRIBUTION!" The templars cheered After the speech, they were ready to die for the Empire and for the sith. "I want ten of the best of you with me to confront this menace while the rest defend the tombs in case we fail, if you see that the battle is lost, take as many sith artifacts with you and leave the place. If we lose, we must at least preserve the sith legacy." And so Kilian marched to meet the jedi, only with a handful of templars, his armor and his lightsaber, a big battle would be fought soon, one which would heavily impact the outcome of the planet invasion.

 

[Dread]

Far behind the Jedi, tucked within the shadows of Korriban, Blythe stalked the group with an unhealthy interest. Supressing her aura to keep attention away from her, or so she hoped. She knew what her daddy would order her to do in a situation like this, and so she'd give up her life if needed in order to see it through.

The galaxy deserved this. Needed this. And the freedom of the imperials meant everything to her. Yet the part that took up most of her thoughts and clung to her like soot in lungs... was that she had fallen too far, been too corrupted by the path she had been forced to walk, to meet any other end anyway.

She was what she hated the most.

Thinking about it, there was not much left for her really. Anything she could have learned from her former Sith master, Darth Ruin, was forever lost. She had sensed his death. Likely killed by that Moff. Something that probably made her daddy smile, but Ruin was a lost asset; not that it upset her too much. His vision for the Sith was foolish, and she would have never betrayed her daddy to see it through. The pair would have clashed one day on the battle field; though that was probably typical for master and apprentice, no matter the circumstance surrounding it.

Today she wore her full Sith Battle armour, including her helmet. She carefully removed a hilt from her belt with her right hand, though did not ignite it. Instead held it closely beside her. Her other hand floated near her belt. Blythe was ready to spring into action the moment the glorious call of battle sounded.

 

[Wit]

Annileen Draay, not seen in person for months, had been drawn back to the gray upon sensing the death of one who had succeeded her. She had been confident the time had been right for her to step aside and let Valen lead the Jedi in their fight against the Sith, he was much better suited to it then she would ever be. She had been roaming the Galaxy, doing what she could for the people while the Order at large was caught up in the fight with the Jedi But even she had felt that the Galaxy was building up towards something big, a pivotal moment that would shape everyone's future.

This was it, this last push against the Sith, striking at their very hearts. She had been drawn to Korriban, arriving at the very moment the new Grandmaster was leading a strike team into the tombs. There was a nexus here, Annileen could feel it pounding against her even now, and it had to be destroyed. That had to be why Alara was here. But she wasn't alone, there were Jedi with her, but they were so young. This was not going to be easy, this was not going to be pretty, and Alara would need all the help she could get. That's why Annileen had come. She was here to stand by her.

 

[Korvo]

Tombs. The mausoleum of those that came before. As a child, Osiris used to hold a fear of the dead, of the undying spirits of the restless souls, thrashing against the veil of Chaos. And now, there he was. In the catacombs of the fallen, drifting in the shadow of sacred world of Moraband, there he was. And he was not alone.

He'd had many names before, many transitional faces, serving the purpose designed. Now, he sat in the bone dust of pitch blackness, armored in black and masked as he saturated himself in what remained of the two souls of his body. There was a disturbance in the Force, ones felt several times over. They knew what was approaching, what was about to happen. All of them did. And when the torches of light came on unwelcome grounds, the Sith Inquisitor's eyes burned with an unseen white-hot intensity. But then, he was to become so much more than that, this much he'd already known. And in the chaos that was to come, this was his ladder.

It had been some times since Osiris was called Taox Rogue, a Jedi Master and General in the Army of Light. The presences in the Force, none of them were truly recognizable. It was strange to him at first. Had he been gone from the Order so long that he no longer knew the Jedi that were once his brothers? Were these new faces, new Jedi, or had he simply passed beyond the state of recognizing them? Either way, it did not matter. Nothing else did. All that mattered was the one will, one fate. One destiny. His destiny. And it would not be denied. Not by the Jedi. Not by his fellow Sith. Not by anyone. And if his former brethren would stand in his way, then that is the fate they had chosen.

Defeat? Failure? Failure and disobedience are one and the same. Treason, to the ancient Lords of the Sith, Osiris thought inwardly concerning the Templar's rallying words, telekinetically raising himself to his feet as he simultaneously pulled his lightsaber to his hand. I will not fail. I... will never fail.

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• Derriphan (double-bladed lightsaber) || Chirikyât || Survival Knife
• Ancient Armor (Inquisition Armor equivalent; black cloak) || Scatterweave Augmentation
• Dual-end Grapple Launcher (right gauntlet) || HA-ORS

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[Narsi]

He took a deep breath, no, he took several, in quick succession, almost hyperventilating in his hiding place. It was time, finally time, for him to right the wrongs of his past. No more taking potshots at Sith from afar, no more random donations towards the Jedi cause, this was truly direct action, the purest form of redemption available to him. There was no turning back either, literally, as he'd crashed his ship after taking a shot too many on the way in and only his armor had saved him.

Speaking of armor, Gorman pulled out the can of spray paint he'd brought along and swiftly went to work, making a workable rendition of the Jedi Order's symbol on his chest and jetpack. It was obviously roughshod work and would make him stand out it immensely, it being bright yellow paint and all, but then that was point. It wouldn't be good for the Jedi to mistake him as an enemy, as he WAS fully clad in his usual armored getup, though last he'd checked, about an hour ago, the Jedi and Mando's had been on speaking terms still.

Taking a final breathe and pulling two blasters from his belt, Gorman began to step from cover towards the tombs. Only to stop, freezing suddenly as a thought occurred to him. He hesitated, taking another reluctant step, two, before making a choice. Reaching up, he pulled the helmet from his face, turning it over so that he could stare into the dark T shaped visor for a moment. Then, slowly carefully, he set it aside, making sure to note its location, this...this was something he needed to do as himself. Squaring his shoulders, Gorman moved ahead, looking for a specific point in the tombs, relying on the maps he'd once memorized a long time ago. When he found it, he dropped a thermal detonator right on it, stepping back as he waited for the fire and dust to clear, revealing a dark dank hole and a broken corridor. Grinning lightly at his success, Gorman jumped into the tombs wholeheartedly with weapons raised.

Shortcuts were great.

 

[Valen Pelora]

OOC: In addition to her CP items, Alara has 2 TDs and 2 EMPs.

Korriban was an open sore, weeping Darkness into the galaxy. It was the festering soul of the Sith. Each time the Sith were defeated and thrown from the galaxy, Korriban rebirthed them. They would come crawling from the sands of the dead planet to spread their hate across worlds. Alara had always wondered what kept the Sith coming back. How could they wriggle from the grave time and time again? It was the Tombs, they were the center of the Sith universe. The ancient, powerful, and terrible of the Order were buried beneath the twisting sands. Korriban pulsed with the Darkside but the nexus was strongest where their gods lay dead. The Tombs were the heart of the Darkness. She would cut it out. This evil would be cleansed from the galaxy. She would hear Malon roar from worlds away.

The Grandmaster of the Jedi order wore her full armor, battle worn cloak, and helmet. Her indigo Lightsabers swayed from her hips. Alara was every inch the Hapan warrior princess. She would have been more comfortable on the front but this was a task she had to do herself. She could trust no one else to ensure the nexus was purged. Her merry little band was poised at the entrance to the Tombs. The Darkness pulsed within, hammering her skull. Alara made no effort to hide her presence in the Force. She was a blazing white light in the midst of a terrible darkness. She turned to those doomed to follow her. She could feel the Sith marshalling their defense. Her eyes skipped over her companions, snagging briefly on her fellow Hapan noble. Annileen. She was shocked. Alara quickly recovered.

“Our brothers and sisters are fighting and dying to give us this chance, a chance no other Jedi has ever had. We succeed or we die. The Tombs must be cleansed.” She had never been one for inspirational speeches. Her actions always proved louder than her words. One Lightsaber sprang to life in her right hand as she trudged into the Tombs. Her senses thrown wide. This was the end.

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The last remaining High Priest of the Inquisition was seated deep in the bowels of the Tombs. He was the last bastion of the faith, the greatest servant after Cain’s disappearance. He was the faith. His eye raised slowly as he sensed the arrival of the Jedi.

“They are here. Send them all.” The Jedi would have to slug through everything the fading Inquisition had to offer.

 

[Topher Ridge]

It seemed it was time to move. Good some action would take his mind off the pounding of the pure Darkside energy that washed against him. He'd give the grandmaster a nod and drew his lightbow, Hawkbat, as she finished here short speech. It had been short and to the point. What else was there to say really. Barad was ready to fight though unlike many of his Jedi contemporaries he didn't hate the Darksiders. He understood the Darkside needed to exist, just like predators in an ecosystem. What they did wasn't pretty, but they kept the balance in check. The Balance was off now and the Jedi needed to bring it back in line, like a forest fire. The rot had grown unchecked for too long and needed to be cleansed. He would see that it was, hell this mission felt like his whole reason for returning to the order proper.

Barad readied his bow and was the first inside behind Alara. He expanded his senses to their fullest, there was no need for stealth this day and he needed to be ready for whatever was to come at them. He could feel dark force signatures moving all throughout the catacombs around them. He tightened his grip on Hawkbat, ready to lose a shot at a moments notice as they made their way deeper.

 

[Vosrik]

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He was here...he must be here.

Vosrik Tanari had been absent for months while the great powers of the Galaxy clashed and burned. The former Jedi Lord had only one goal — to find Osiris and bring him back, if not by reason then by force. Vosrik was convinced that something corrupted his friend on Malachor, something truly evil that pushed him to the Dark Side.

Stepping through the tunnels of the extensive, dark Tombs of Korriban was unsettling. Whispers through the Force echoed along the corridors as long-dead Sith rolled in their graves at the approach of a Jedi. The presence of such a powerful beacon of Light was utter anathema to the ancient spirits. Reaching out with the Force, Vosrik gripped the heavy stone supports and ripped out their foundations, crushing a row of tombs and temporarily silencing the unsettling voices. "And stay quiet..." he muttered, continuing on.

Several dark presences were near, that much Vosrik could tell. But one presence in particular stood out to the Master-Justicar — seemingly two souls unnaturally bound together in a single being. Reaching out with the Force, he telepathically spoke to the Inquisitor.

"Taox, why have you aligned with these Moriea! Remember your past, come back to the Light!"

The Jedi Lord was separate from the rest of the Jedi assault force, and he hoped for a one-on-one confrontation against the Sith. If Vosrik couldn't make his friend see reason...then he was fully prepared to sever Osiris from the Force. His fist clenched as painful memories above Coruscant flooded to him, where Vosrik ripped apart Kira Elan's mind to rid the Galaxy of her influence. He'd done it before...and he'd do it again.

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[Irxirola Mishka]

skyward​

Korriban.​

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Young and experienced are two things that don't normally go together. Times of war change things. Fathers bury their sons, and people age much too quickly. The Lethan now stood, wearing a chest plate, and the Twi'lek equivalent of a helmet, an assortment of metal that clung to his lekku, which hung behind his back, the occasional twitch accompanying, showing the Twi'lek's pre-battle anxiety, something that the teenage Initiate could never shake off. His hands lay perfectly still, he had done all his pre-combat checks prior to the staging, as some of the more lackadaisical Jedi did this now.

Better now, then never, they check their gear. The young Twi'lek reached out with the force, feeling the revolting beast that was Korriban. He tasted bile in the back of his mouth. While surely the young Initiate had faced evil, whether it be the loss of now two masters, or an entire village crushed of life felt in the force, this beast was horrible. Korriban itself was corrupted by evil, or so it felt like it.


The Lethan had moved his way to the front of the group, He felt himself more expendable than the others in the main body of this assault force. Or perhaps it was his impetuousness that moved the Lethan to the front, as he walked, his two light sabers soundlessly moved to the cadence of his footsteps, and he paused. He stopped for a half second to ponder the importance of this mission, and took a deep breath, crushing his feelings of anxiety into nothing, he eyed the Jedi around him.

"Are we ready?"
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[Valen Pelora]

The Darkness pressed on them from all sides. They were a shining bright light in the middle of an unending dark sea. The Tombs were angry, the souls of the dead restless. This was their home and it was being violated. The Light had never graced the depths of the Tombs. Alara did not much care. She had one task to complete, one victory to achieve. Her indigo blade shone the way as she marched forward. It was not long before the glow was met by its partner. Bright red began to flicker against the walls, flicker against the floor. There were no secrets. No brilliant plans. No escapes. They were the hammer, the Sith were the nail.

Alara rounded the corner to be met with dozens of red blades. Templars, Priestesses, and Inquisitors of all walks met them with bared teeth. She smiled. Her Lightsaber spun in her hand, she sucked in the Force. Her body was bursting with the Lightside. Gripping the Saber with two hands she charged forward. There was no valiant battle cry, no guttural scream. The Princess was silent as she rushed towards death. She knew her fellow Jedi strode beside her. Sparks erupted as blades clashed. She was a whirlwind of blue as she attacked with fervent fire. Sith died as she struck. This was only the beginning.

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The High Priest could sense the Jedi attacking. A perversion. A sickness. They were disgusting little things violating a sacred place. His blood boiled. This would be their grave, to be tormented by the Sith of old for eternity. He would make sure none ever left. He turned to those few who still guarded his place.

“Are the Jedi inside?” There were solemn nods from those assembled. “Close the Tomb.” More nods followed. They knew what it meant. None of them would ever leave. A great rumbled sounded as the entrance to the Tomb was imploded and closed.

 

[Topher Ridge]

Barad felt the darksiders before they even appeared before him. He'd faced darksiders before but his lot felt different. They weren't just fueled by their shared hatred of the Jedi and their hunger for power and dominance. No, these Sith were also driven by fear, a fear that their home was going to be destroyed along with their very way of life. These tombs housed their ancestors and the Jedi were here to take them away. Barad would have chuckled at the irony if he wasn't about to enter a fight for his life. The Grandmaster led the charge, not saying a word as she knew why she was here. This wasn't going to be some grand battle talked about for years, this was going to be a slog, a brawl with nothing but a grim task at it's end. The Justicar admired the woman as he figured that was why she had decided to take on this duty herself, only bringing a few other Jedi with her.

Barad didn't follow her into her charge however. He first would let Hawkbat go to work. He pulled back on the energy cord, and a bright shaft of light would begin to form. He released the cord and the shaft shot forth to pierce the chest of Sith inquisitor only a fraction of a second later. He repeated the motion as he dropped to a knee and let loose bolt after bolt into the enemy before him. He'd felled about 4 sith and injured more, but dozens more were quick to take their place. He was only able to fire a few more shots before he had to quickly holster his bow and draw his saber. The viridian blade of Mielikki sprang forth just in time to catch the crimson blade of a Nautolan girl. She growled as sparks from the two locked sabers flickered in the dim light of the tombs. He pushed her back and with a quick twist of his wrist slashed into the girl's thigh with a slash from his left to his right as she went for a wide over head swing. He quickly side stepped her know off balance swing and brought his saber back around and slashed through her torso. Her light armor didn't hold and his saber cut cleanly into her. She screamed in agony and fell to the dirt. Barad could feel the life leave her body, though he had no time to think about it as another Sith charged forward. It was going to be a long night.

 

[Stratus]

Around her, they moved. Some quickly, some slowly but it didn't matter because she was moving, too. Into the caves they went in search of their prey.

The entrance to the tomb was grand and ornate, but the innards of the site were a mixture of great beauty and harsh stone, the ceilings high and the floors uneven. The light of their weapons lit the cavern; blues, greens and yellows danced across the walls as the Jedi ran inward, Kyra's light joining them as they clashed with waves of red...

Bringing up her lightsaber, she struck down on the neck of a foe, his body crumbling under the blow and the smell of burnt flesh quickly diffusing through the air. Drawing the force up into her heart, she bellowed and launched herself forwards with great speed, utilising the fourth form against a well armoured opponent near to the edge of the clash, his body sluggish and his attacks powerful, her body agile and her attacks quick. Beside her were her allies - companions, but more importantly: Friends. She would happily fight alongside them for as long as she could; for as long as the fire within her heart burned with roaring tenacity and passion.

It was going to be a long night.

 

[Versok]

The jedi were already in the tombs, and his templars fighting them with courage and bravery that could only be found in the best of the sith, however, It was not enough against the jedi, the Grandmaster of the jedi himself showed up, murdering his brothers and sisters without mercy, the templar would have to fight her himself.

So he walked towards her, activating his lightsaber, the red light illuminating the templar in the darkness "You are no match for her, brothers and sisters. I will hold her off, focus on the other jedi and destroy them as fast as posible" Would they obey, the other jedi would notice that they had more people to confront.The templar looked at the Grandmaster, his helmet hiding his gaze "Come, Grandmaster..."

It was going to be a long night.

 

[Trish]

Sitting on a simple bunk, Verkaga snapped from complete stillness. His head jumped up, brows locking in a frown. Among the usual dark currents in the temple, among the embers of long dead Sith lords, he felt something familiar. A few sparks of light in the darkness of the temple. The absurdity of it made him smile sourly, but he never dismissed his senses. Concentrating, closing his cyan eyes off, the Echani could nearly taste the Jedi prowling the lower levels - among them, the Grand Master of the order herself.
He knew not of the others, but the simple fact that they were Jedi awoke his anger, it rose in him like a hot wave. Rising from the bunk, he felt Bogan raging in his body. The stolen, green-bladed lightsaber flew into his extended hand, then he left his room. From the neighboring quarters, more students of darkness came out, some of them shouting and rallying the others. He ignored them and started jogging down the corridor at a slow pace, preparing himself for the upcoming battle.

 

[Valen Pelora]

She was at home. Alara had never considered herself a great diplomat, a wise master, or a particularly inspiring Jedi. Her beauty was a matter of genetics that she had nothing to do with. It was annoying more than helpful. She had rebuffed a seat on the Council. She did not understand how Valen maneuvered his way through the politics of the Order. Not once did she want his title, life, or responsibilities. She had been shocked when her name had been chosen to rise above. This was why she was chosen. This was what she understood. The fight, the struggle, for survival. Alara was at peace with her Lightsaber in her hand. She was at home with the adrenaline of battle pulsing through her veins. It was her meditation. It was her peace.

Her indigo blade whirred from side to side as sweat began to bead on her forehead. Sparks flew as she clashed with one blade. She pushed off and spun to face another. A pulse of the Force followed the push, hammering her second foe backwards. He was killed by another. Two quick parries and she was inside the Sith’s reach. Her blade slipped into the woman’s ribcage, a silent cry escaped her as she died. Alara turned to find her next foe. She was faced with an imposing figure. She rolled her eyes as he spoke. Typical Sith drama. The Grandmaster turned to Barad.

“Keep going. I’ll handle Mr. Big Bad Templar.” She spun her blade in a slow circle, keeping her senses wide. Alara smirked. “Well? Afraid of little ol’ me? You’re oh so much bigger than I am.” Her feet shifted into an easy defensive stance, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Her blade was out in front of her in her right hand. Her left hand extended, and she motioned for the Sith to come. @Versok

OOC: Everyone else, keep moving on deeper into the Tombs!

 

[Topher Ridge]

Mielikki's blade pierced the dark heart of another sith. The smell of his burning flesh was revolting and Barad was quick to pull his blade free and let the dead Sith fall. The Jusitcar was quick ducking under another sith saber. As he ducked he swiped his saber across the attackers legs at the knees, taking them out of the fight as they fell screeching in rage and agony.

The tide of defenders was somewhat thinning and after the last attacker, Barad manged to catch a break in the onslaught. He extinguished his saber and re-drew his bow, letting it go to work again. He unleashed shot after shot, until he heard the words of the Grandmaster over the cavalcade of the fighting. He risked a quick look in her direction and saw her prepare to take on a rather serious looking Templar opponent. He had faith in the women and he let Hawkbat sing a few more times.

"You got it boss!"

He fired another quick shot into the stomach of a twi'lek attacker. He saw in opening in the defensive line then and fired shots helping to free up anymore Jedi allies trapped in fights. After more fell Barad would make for the corridor and re-ignite his saber as he pushed his way through to a corridor where more Sith seemed to come from.

"Anybody available with me! We've got to push through and deeper into the temple!"

He swung in a wide arc taking the arm of another Sith and finally made his way into the corridor and were quick to encounter more Sith. He gathered the force to himself, weeding out any weariness in this body and pushed forward. Many of these Sith were still young, but from the auras they gave off they were far too deep under the influence of the dark and the Sith teachings of the Empire to be saved.

A few Jedi allies managed to push through as well and would lead them deeper continuing to fell any who stood in their path. The death and darkness now pounding at his skull, but he knew he had to press on. The taint of the dark had to be contained here and now. From a side corridor more sith came, some looking like they were still in their sleeping attire. The living quarters must have been close. One Sith(@Trish ) in particular stood out, the darkness felt fresh on this one. He was tall and jogged in his direction with other sith fighters.

 

[Versok]

Kilian stared without a visible response to the woman's taunts, from what he was seeing,she was either enjoying this or she was too arrogant, however, this wouldnt make him understimate her, there was probably a reason why she was the grandmaster, after all, and Kilian duty here was either to kill her or to buy enough time for the rest of his brothers or sisters, hoping that they could turn the tides if the grandmaster wasn't present.

The man would ready himself, doing a middle stance, having his both hands grabbing the lightsaber firmly, he would start the duel by advancing towards her slowly, only to suddenly attack her once in range, attacking with a simple vertical attack, not something too hard to parry or dodge, just something to set things in motion.
@Valen Pelora