The Fall of Korriban: Fall of the Academy

[Sreeya]

Shae could sense the shift in his Force signature, that familiar darkness pulsating once more. She couldn’t help but laugh, “Oh, about time the real you made an appearance,” The laugh was bitter and dripping with hate. Shae could see it in his movements, suddenly much more refined and deadly. This was who he was, and this was who he denied for years. This was who truly began to grasp the powers of the dark side, the monster Corvo was in denial of and always suppressed.

She skidded back as he struck back and shoved towards her with true force for the first time. Shae glared at him as he spoke, his voice suddenly much different than before, “Then he needs to stop pretending to be one,” As he swiped his blade at her, she sprang into the air to let the blade pass beneath her. Shae landed on the other side of the blade, dashing in close to slam her open palm into the front of his helmet with enough force to crack the front of it.

“Denying ourselves of our true powers was a mistake! Look where it got us!” He would be able to feel the pain and agony that accompanied each word, though anger pulsated above it, “I wanted to be someone and you snatched that from me. You had to have all the glory for yourself. Nothing I ever did put a dent in the galaxy because you just couldn’t help but show off at every step,” Shae screamed at the top of her lungs, coming at him with attack after attack, “I was reduced to just being the kriffing wife of Corvo Vis. I stopped being me. I stopped having an identify of my own. No more!”

 

[Insalius]

Jet was one of those completely absorbed by the fight going on in front of him, yet not due to the incredible feats of the force going on but by the emotions flying through the air. Invisible and impossible to discern by most, to him however they crashed against him like waves of molten steel or frozen blades. He knew what they were saying was true, on both sides, by the intensity of the feelings they were putting in to their words and actions. If he had the ability to, tears would be streaming down his face at how sad the situation was. Love was an emotion he had rarely felt, yet he knew it now thanks to them. Shae and Corvo loved each other so deeply and purely, yet their pasts and their presents had caused such scars on their hearts that it could be felt plain as day with each movement and word.

The Elensalite had first learned fear from a Jedi attack on a planet long ago, trying to take it from the Empire. He saw them work the Force, yet what had scared them were their emotions as they did so. Their words spoke of peace and understanding, yet their hearts held the same rage and despair that the Sith did. It was ultimately the fact that the Sith admitted their feelings that he joined the Empire, learning to protect himself as best he could not just from the Force but the raw emotional power of the Jedi. Somehow placing their negative feelings at odds with their mental states had amplified their power, and it terrified Jet to no end. For the first time in a decade he was shaking, making him take his finger from the trigger to avoid pulling it by accident. His own sorrow and fear were released, adding to the vortex of emotion that surrounded the two star-crossed loves fighting just a room away. His heart was now tied to theirs. However they ended their fight, he would be affected by this for the rest of his life.

 

[Phoenix]

Her fist impacted his helmet with a force that wasn't close to natural, no doubt using the Force to know just where to strike. Shattered pieces fell to the floor as half of his helmet fell away. Blood poured from his nose as the upper left side of his face was exposed, revealing sickly yellow eyes and the crazed gaze of a murderer.

His left saber flashed off and he unleashed another blast of energy into her face with enough force to send her flying across the room. With that space, he pulled the helmet free, his face was thin and gaunt from the characteristic poor care when she was gone. Blood trickled down his nose and into the hair across his upper lip and the teary-eye he'd had earlier were replaced with the yellow, cat-like eyes of darkness.

Snatched it away from you? he laughed the words in a sickly tone. You were eclipsed by the shadow of a man you just called weak. What does that make you?! You'll not amount to anything even now, so don't play that this is anyone's fault but your own. You chose your path, and you have no one to blame but yourself, he snarled.

You lack certainty and a vision. Even now, you let yourself be a tool of the Emperor. At least kill him if you want this path. You work for the people that captured you and tormented you. If you're going to be Sith, be Sith. He leapt toward her again, saber swinging in a circle in front of him to hit her legs and arc back to her arm, intentionally missing anything vital even if it struck home.

 

[Sreeya]

Shae felt her hand collide with his face, half his helmet shattering and revealing yellow eyes that matched her own. Her eyes widened beneath her helmet, and for a moment she was rooted in place. Seeing his face completely threw her, and it temporarily reminded her that this was her husband, a man she loved beyond anything she could ever put into words. He was that monster now, the eyes betrayed him. Had she brought this out? A voice deep inside her psyche screamed in agony and wailed in anguish. She fought hard to silence it, pushing back the desire to scream at them both to stop this descent into madness.

She had been too preoccupied by the reveal of his face to see the force of energy coming. Without warning, she was bodily flung clear back across him. Shae collided harshly against the wall, immense pain trailing up her spine as she slammed back without enough force to put a dent in the wall. She quickly pulled herself to her feet, his words now spewing with the same poison hers did. They quickly wiped the lapse of emotion from her, triggering all her self doubts and insecurities. Shae was all but shaking in her rage, fingers curled into fists.

“Whether I amount to anything or not, at least it’ll be by own choosing,” Shae spat the words back at him, “I’ll kill him in due time, but first I need to learn from him. Something I turned to you for and you failed to do. You only managed to drag me down and use me as a means to stop feeling sorry for yourself for all the hell you’ve unleashed upon the galaxy.”

As he came at her again, he almost moved too quick for her to follow. Though she was an expert combatant, there was no denying that Venator was better. Even if she could defeat Corvo, his almost opposite persona Venator was a machine on the battlefield. His saber spun down towards her legs, and she instinctively swung hers down to catch it. However, she wasn’t quick enough to dodge as his saber whirled back up against her arm. She cried out as the blade struck her armor, rendering it useless and singing the top of her skin. Before it could dig further, Shae blasted lightning towards his torso to cause enough pain to make him back off his attack, “Calling me a tool is rich coming from the little lapdop of Valen. You were all too eager to round up a merry band of little followers to do the Grandmaster’s dirty work. Work that even he didn't want to touch. You couldn’t even keep him alive. You allowed Terra to die. Failure upon failure. Next you will be responsible for the deaths of your own family. Anything you claim to love you allow to die. Don't you see the kriffing pattern here?”

 

[Phoenix]

Perhaps he could sense that moment of indecision in her and it prompted him to remember that this was still his wife. This was the woman he loved. It didn't matter what pain he went through, he couldn't hurt her again. He'd fought her long ago, he'd destroyed her as a person for years, robbed her of everything she wanted. And she was right, he was a blight on those whom he loved. He hurt and destroyed everyone and everything he wanted to protect.

And here he was attacking his wife and word and action - the one person he loved more than anyone else - and for what? So that he could avoid his own pain? Something inside of him snapped. She blasted him backwards but he almost didn't feel the agonizing pain of the lightning. His muscles twitched and spasmed before he managed to stem the flow and put distance between them before he sunk to his knees. His body wasn't broken, but his spirit and soul were. He had nothing. Everything he had was taken from him and his mere existence was a threat to what he had left - namely Ciri.

He slumped there, stationary, tears now running down his face and saber hilts going dead dropping to either side of him. The darkness was put aside again and replaced with nothing but unfathomable pain. The pain of a lifetime of torment and loss that was buried away in the darkest recesses of his mind. He couldn't even bring himself to look at Shae, head lowered and he made no attempt to stop whatever she did. He had no will to live on anymore; not alone, burning and destroying what he cared for and if she so chose, she would easily be able to cut him down.

 

[Insalius]

The blaster clattered to the ground, Jet's hands trembling too hard to keep it in their grip. He staggered forward as if in pain, hunched over and with a jerk to his movements. As Shae and Corvo's fight carried on he inched closer, a move some would call suicide what with the powers being swung around. To him, though, it was a different picture. Whether he was hallucinating now or truly seeing their emotions, he was drawn to the seas of color and pain that was raging around the two. He saw a stream coming from himself, being engulfed by that vortex, and he began to feel more and more empty as time went on.

Falling to his knees at the edge of the fight, he weakly reached a metallic hand towards the vibrant red orb that was that brief moment of pure love that he had felt. It seemed to hang between the two, surrounded by the darkness of all their negative emotions. Anger, Resentment, Envy, Sorrow, the very depths of pure despair itself seemed to be trying to engulf that purity, that beautiful beacon that seemed so fragile now. It was something he wanted, and as the last of his own emotions were drained into the intangible tornado, his true self was drawn out. Under his fear, his loneliness, his hatred, came that innocent and pure heart that only yearned to see the galaxy and it's wonders. That bright whiteness was starting to fade into their storm, though, and he felt himself losing his very identity to them.

"Why...You had it...Love, so pure and true..." He didn't know if he was speaking with his heart or with his mouth, though perhaps he was doing both. If his audible words didn't reach them in some way, the reverberations from his heart may make some kind of impact. "It should have been so strong...nothing should have been able to harm you, as long as you had each other..." His pragmatic self knew better, yet in the depths of his heart that was now exposed felt something different. His words were halting, invisible tears falling from the lights that made up his eyes. "It's beyond Jedi or Sith...So much stronger, deeper...Is this...What it is to be human...? To be alive...? How could you have been so hurt...How could you have not died from this pain...? It hurts...It hurts so bad..." His other hand clutched his chest, as if trying to still a wildly beating heart. It really did hurt him, the anguish and despair, making his whole body burn as if on fire. It was the purest of agony, even as he reached out in hope for some sort of meaning to the madness.

 

[Sreeya]

Shae poured all her rage into the lightning, finding him being consumed by her powers. She saw the spasms and the pain he felt, and she saw him get thrown back and drop to his knees. However, it didn’t give her the joy she expected or the sense of justice. He didn’t rise back up, and he remained where he was, putting himself at her mercy. Shae paused for a moment, only angered at his actions. She could make out that he couldn’t hold back the tears anymore, emotions spilling forth even when he was Venator, “No….no god damn it…” Shae whispered hoarsely, “You don’t get to do that..”

She slammed out with the Force, pushing upwards into his torso, “Get up!” She choked out the words, her own hot tears spilling now, “Fight me!” Shae kept pushing him back with the Force, but he moved like a rag doll, his sabers left forgotten on the ground. She was breathing heavily against her helmet, finally beginning to feel as if she were suffocating. She reached a hand up to take it off, slamming it to the ground as she glared at him, “You don’t…get to….you can’t…”

He changed the rules of the game. He shattered her plans and pierced through the wall she had built around herself. It was a cocoon woven from all the negative emotions she felt, and he sliced right through it. He wasn’t fighting her, and he was completely at her mercy. She lashed out with lightning again, and once more the burning force grasped around his torso. Once more he quivered and spasmed but did nothing. Shae stopped at once, screaming at him with all her might, “Why are you doing this?! Why can’t you die with dignity?! Why!”

Shae pushed him back against the wall behind him, slamming him against it harshly. She strode towards him, saber still ignited. For a moment it appeared as if she were going to impale him right away, the saber pointed and ready. As she came within range, at the last possible moment, the blade switched off, the hilt alone jamming directly into the plate of armor on his chest, “Why…” She whispered, much closer to him now as she slowly gazed up at him, their eyes mirroring one another. Shae couldn’t stop the tears now, and they flowed readily from her eyes as she looked at him, “It wasn’t supposed to be like this….” She took shuddering breaths as she spoke, barely audible.

 

[Phoenix]

He felt impact after impact as she beat him down, bruises forming across his body. Pain riddled him but he did nothing. No response, no fight back. When the lightning came, he groaned and cried out but there was no resistance. He could hear another voice cry out and feel even more anguish, but he had no fight left in him, not against her.

She slammed him against the wall, the impact traveling through his entire body and sending pain up his spine. She came at him and he watched the saber in her hand, wondering if this was how it would truly end. At only the last moment, her hilt slammed against his chest. He could see her tears rolling and he looked down at her, his eyes reflecting - perhaps for the first time in a decade - a bridge between Corvo and Venator.

You knew it would come to this... he choked softly, repeating the words she had said to him earlier. I can't fight you. I'm sorry for everything and I still love you, despite all the terrible things I've done. I'm so sorry for hurting you, love. I'm sorry you feel you need to do this. He didn't know what more to say. He'd said all he could and all that was left was the stripped away pieces of a man who was on the verge of losing everything he ever cared about.

 

[Sreeya]

Shae could tell he was in pure agony, the effects of lightning having coursed through him not once, but twice. His armor was destroyed, and she had an angry wound on her arm where his saber began to cut in. Shae couldn’t find words to say, a knot in her chest and a lump in her throat. She could see an odd mixture of his polarized personas for the first time, both Venator and Corvo equally pained. It was a sight she had never expected to see, and these were emotions she never expected to feel.

Her anger gave way to despair as she looked at him and saw the monster that existed, yet the monster that was still putting itself in harm’s way at her mercy. It was a fact she didn’t know how to process, and she felt ashamed for who she was. She felt angry at herself for what she had become. It was too late to turn back, but how could she keep fighting him? Shae cried softly, slamming her fist against his chest, “Damn you…damn you to hell,” She could hardly breathe, openly crying in front of him and letting all her emotions spill forth. She was broken, and she knew he was too. They were both in pain body, mind and soul. This was a day she feared above all, and it was finally here.

They were both responsible for causing the most pains to their loved ones. His words only caused her to ache, and she couldn’t deny her own feelings. Despite everything, she couldn’t deny she loved him. She couldn’t deny that she never wanted to belong to anyone else but him. She couldn’t turn back from the fact that he was genuine in his feelings for her, a fact that she constantly contended with.

“I need to do this as long as you get in my way,” She spoke quietly, meeting his gaze and still drawing shallow breaths, “I can’t go back now. I can’t ever go back…. I..” She saw the pain in his face, how truly broken he looked. She saw the agony in his eyes, and how he looked as if he hadn’t slept in weeks. They had been apart for some time since she had upped and left. She saw the chain around his neck with his wedding band on it, when she had left hers behind. More hot tears spilled forth and she reached up to grab fistfuls of his hair as she reached up to kiss him, pinning him to the wall behind him. There were no words, no explanation, only the agony they both felt and taste of their salty tears. Around them, the battle raged on as more Jedi infiltrated the academy and were met with swift opposition. Sabers buzzed around them and the cries of fallen Jedi and Sith echoed all around.

 

[Insalius]

Pain as pure as their love mixed together, forming their bond as a kiss. Their violent emotions mixed, their hearts connected again even if it were just for a moment. Love, Hate, Sorrow, Joy, so much packed into a smaller and smaller space, only enhancing their power and effect. To Jet, it was a symphony of colors and feelings, pain mixed with hope, the purest show of affection and love that he had ever seen before. The small brightness still within him reached out to those swirling colors, craving what they had even if the pain would kill him. He didn't want to just drift through life hidden behind a false strength created by fear and hatred. Even if it were the last thing he felt, he wanted to feel a love like theirs at least once, then he would know that he had truly lived. He would be forgotten, lost to obscurity, yet for all he cared in that one moment it would be undeniable that he had lived just as well as any flesh and blood creature had. It would be enough, he would be able to rest easy if he could just touch that crystalline crimson.

It would forever be beyond his reach, though. That love, that strength and purity, was not his to take or give. It belonged to the most unfortunate of lovers the galaxy had ever known. He was nothing, a speck compared to their struggles and their lives, and he would be forgotten just as easily. The only thing he would feel in that moment was their pain, their hatred and sorrow, all of their negative emotions surrounding their one moment of love like a hawk circling its prey. Was this all that awaited him, feeding the hole in his heart with the dregs and vestiges of others? Was he even Jet, the identity and name he had known ever since he was born on his homeworld? Or was he just a combination of the pain and sorrow of those he had met, coalesced into a shade of a person animating a metallic body. As he drained the negative emotions from the tempest surrounding Shae and Corvo, filling the emptiness that it had created by stealing his own heart with it's overwhelming strength, all he could feel was them. Their voices in his head, their emotions in his heart, and their wills were beginning to fight with his. Their life was so strong, their memories and their passions so real, that he wondered if he had the strength to fight it off at all. Darkness began to encroach on his vision, leaving only the scene of their kiss visible for him as he wondered if this was his end. Though, for someone who had never lived, would it really be death? And would anyone even mourn his passing?

 

[Valen Pelora]

Shadows crawled through the Academy. Students, guards, and masters, fell in silent death. The Shadows had been reborn for this very purpose. They were the whispers flitting from corridor to corridor, creeping closer to their goal. None of them knew Corvo Vis was amongst their number until battle had nearly been wrought. The Shadows had been crafted in Corvo’s image. They did not need him, but they would not leave him either. Lara had moved quickly through the Academy, hurtling towards the generators. Small groups of Shadows each working towards that overarching goal. Her secure com rang with a familiar voice.

“Lara, we found General Vis.” A pregnant pause followed. “He’s with Shae.” The younger Jedi Shadow scowled. She had little desire to interfere with that love affair. The former General Vis was a traitor, always a Sith in Jedi clothing. She would trust the latest father of the Shadows to handle his business. Although, he had a blind spot for his wife. Lara took a few more steps before her com beeped again. “They are not alone. Some strange creature is watching them.” She signed and touched her com. “I’m coming with five.” She spun her Lightsaber and took off running. “Everyone else continue on to the cores.” In short order the Jedi burst onto the scene of jilted lovers. They were met by a group of acolytes. Lightsabers clashed around the pair of star crossed lover as Shadows traveled deeper into the Academy. @Insalius @Sreeya @Phoenix

 

[Phoenix]

She screamed and railed against him, cursing him but ultimately relenting. He all but collapsed down now as they were brought close once more. I don't want to lose you. I've already lost you once, I can't do it again, he gasped. She reached up, pinning him to the wall, hands running through his hair as she kissed him, deeply. It was a feeling he had missed so badly. They'd been separated for what felt like an eternity. He could taste the salt in her tears and it stung his soul.

Shae, I don't even know how to live without you, he confessed. She already knew it and regardless he knew it wasn't going to change. He captured her lips again before she could say anything, noting the presence of more people sweeping in. He knew she couldn't stay here. With the com in his helmet broken, he couldn't hear what was being said amongst the Jedi anymore.

I don't want to leave you, he said, knowing that if they stayed here their time together would come to an end soon. Not only that, but he also knew they couldn't stay together for good. He had no place in the Sith anymore and she made it clear she wasn't coming back with him.

You know how to find me, he said, tapping his shoulder, his voice turning almost cold again. He stood and called his hilts to hand before replacing the half-shattered helmet. He heard a man speak to him, and though he didn't know him, he paused to listen before taking his leave and turning to vanish once more into the night.

/exitthread

 

[Sreeya]

The moment ended as soon as it began. She kissed him, she leaned into him, and she craved more of it. It was familiarity, it was sanctuary, and it was home. She looked at him as he spoke, the tears still coming. She had her hand along the side of his face, fingers tracing his jawline. This was the face of the man she loved, the man she tried to kill moments prior. Her mind was in complete chaos as she began to parse everything that happened. She was vaguely aware of the academy being infiltrated and more Jedi spilling in.

Shae stared at him wide-eyed as he leaned in to capture her lips once again before withdrawing once more, the noise all around them erupting. She could only stand there as he called his sabers to himself, pulling back from her and disappearing into the darkess. She did not follow, and she watched him go with painful longing and confusion all at once. A large part of her told her to stay put and fight the Jedi that now came in, but a small sliver of her wanted to find him again.

She commed Jet, who had been on standby, “We have intruders. Call for backup,” Shae had made her decision. She wouldn’t linger here any longer, not when she was so emotionally compromised. Without another word, she drew her helmet to herself and donned it. She could hear the Jedi approaching, but she wouldn’t be there to greet them.

Without any further indication, Shae darted back down the hall from whence she came, withdrawing back into the outer layers of the academy to make her exit.

/exitthread

 

[Insalius]

In the darkness was a single point of light, so weak and fleeting yet persistent against the storm of pain and despair. With strength Jet didn't know he had, he reached out to gently grasp that grain of hope, feeling warmth flow through his heart as his vision started to clear. He could feel the passion now coming from the two lovers, having overcome the pain if just for a moment, and saw that this purity and strength had been his salvation. Whether intentional or not, Corvo and Shae had saved the Elensalite's life by their feeling of pure love and their ability to let their hearts overcome their pain for each other. As sound returned to his ears he heard Shae's command, standing with renewed strength and touching his chest where his commlink network was set up. "All available defense forces, concentrate on my coordinates. The Jedi are incoming hard. Hold them off as long as you can then escape if possible."

Picking up his fallen blaster, he looked at Corvo as Shae made her exit. "I don't think you'll trust me, you don't even know me. I'm a speck to your efforts and history. Despite that, I need to say this. Don't deny that which makes you human, no matter how much pain it can cause. Jedi and Sith, Dark and Light, from all that I've seen of the galaxy so far, nothing has come close to the strength I felt just now between you two. I'd prefer to protect that if I can, as such a light is far too rare in this dark galaxy." With his words spoken, he left to his waiting escape craft left lonely on the back launching pad. The civilians and students had managed to escape thanks to them. Now it was their turn. The Jedi could have this building, they could destroy it for all he cared. They could claim their victory as he would declare his own, and survival could mean the war in the end. For now, though, he'd have to sift through all the memories from Corvo and Shae that he'd just experienced. Each emotion had imparted it's meaning to him, which was one way his race spoke to each other, and as it seemed their whole lives had been laid bare in that vortex then there was a lot for him to process once he was safe.

/Exit thread

 

[Shalken]

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"Vaskr, nir." The massive wolf huffed in response and tore off down the corridor, chasing the scent of blood. Shalken knew many Sith would fall to the beast's teeth tonight, and while he could join in the slaughter, his duty lay elsewhere.

The Shadows' initial assault took the Academy entirely by surprise. Sith and Initiates alike fell to the Jedi's blades. However, their cloak of silence would not last, as Shae and Corvo's skirmish had put the compound on full alert. Shalken had to move swiftly if he were to reach the Academy's core. As a group of Acolytes gathered in the hallway ahead of him to block his passage, the Justicar drew his Lightbow with a lightning-fast practiced hand, loosing the shaft at their feet and blasting them aside. This was the battle to end the war, the moment Shalken had been waiting for - and by the Force, he would see the Sith eradicated from the galaxy.

In addition to his typical gear, he is carrying 2 EMP grenades and 2 thermal detonators.

 

[The Good Doctor]

Emerging from another corridor around the left corner is Xaxis'Kahal. The Jedi's are attacking Korriban in full force, that was obvious. It wasn't long after Xaxis'Kahal engaged a Jedi at Ziost while defending the arena on the planet. The Arena still stands, but Xaxis took a hit to his lungs by the Jedi he was fighting, to which he had to go seek medical attention in a bacta tank to get it treated.

Now the Sith stands, ready to do battle in the middle of the corridor. He sees the Jedi Justicar (@Shalken) at thirty meters. He just watched a Jedi take down some plebeian Acolytes with an energy bow. Xaxis, has his Kyber Staff readied in his right hand. He has a lightsaber on his left hip. He has his left hand partially outward ready with the Dark Side of the Force at his beck and call. He has his Light Inquisition armor on with a black robe over it, along with a hood which obscures most of Xaxis' visage. "Jedi..." The Sith muttered as he growled with annoyance. He is ready to engage the Justicar as the Dark Side of the force flows through him, ready to react to what the Jedi who stands before him might do.

 

[Valen Pelora]

He was old. He had forgotten just how old he was. Years had stopped having meaning a lifetime ago. His people were impossibly long lived. His utter devotion to the Darkside had prolonged that life as it robbed him of a pleasant appearance. He was the stuff of children’s nightmares. A tale to scare little Jedi children. He was an Anzat corrupted by centuries of the Darkness. He was a monster, and his home being attacked.

Zeral Xexel had lorded over the Academy since the rebirth of the Sith. He carefully oversaw the progress of the next generation of hunters. His body was frail but his mind was without equal. His knowledge of the Darkside ever expanding. Now, his Academy was filled with filthy Lightside parasites. He was safe in the upper reaches of the Academy, protected by the strongest remaining. Zeral raised his tired eyes to stare at an Acolyte.

“My lord, a wolf is rampaging through the lower levels.” A smile curved his withered lips. “A wolf? You mean a Tanari. Oh, it has been some time since the petulant twins revealed themselves. Send some men to deal with whichever little wolf brother has come to our home.” The acolyte balked for a moment. “There is one already challenging him.” Zeral laughed. “He will need help.” The foolishness of youth. @Shalken @Lightspeed

 

[Shalken]

Before the Master could continue on his way, yet another challenge presented itself to halt his advance. Yet this was no simple obstacle to be brushed aside, no weak-minded and barely-trained Acolyte to be cut down unceremoniously - this was a Sith, and the Dark Side of the Force flowed strongly through him. His visage remained obscured beneath his hooded garb, and yet Shalken could feel the anger emanating off him. It was not wild and uncontrolled rage like that of a berserk Marauder; it was a deep, controlled seething, like a long-standing grudge or a building storm on the verge of breaking.

Planting his right foot behind his left in a strong stance, angling his body to the right, Shalken returned his bow to its sheath and grasped his saber firmly in both hands, banishing the shadows of the dark hallway with its brilliant azure blade. Though his opponent was strong, the Justicar did not care. He did not care because he could not be moved. He was the Wall against which the Darkness breaks.

Steadfast and resolute, Shalken waited for his opponent to strike, allowing the latent energy of the Force to build ever stronger within him like water held fast by a dam.

sorry i'm such a slow poster @Lightspeed ugh don't hate me

 

[The Good Doctor]

The Taz'goreii ran forward at the Justicar, with the Kyber Staff in his right hand being held upwards just in case. At fifteen meters away from him he started slowing down, with the Dark Side of the Force still flowing through his veins all the way down towards the Jedi. At ten meters proper, Xaxis'Kahal would stop and he would then extend his left hand out at the Jedi, attempting to unleash a three second burst of green force flames directed at the Jedi. "PERISH IN FLAMES!" The Taz'Goreii yelled. After those three seconds, Xaxis would stop his force attack. He would then hold his Kyber Staff with both hands, assuming a defensive position, prepared for any kind of retaliatory-attack.

 

[René]

Jalen Kron had been among the first wave of Jedi that infiltrated the Academy; after his defeat during the offensive push in the Ziost region, he had been eager to get back into the fight and prove himself. The Kiffar stood among many Sith and Jedi fighting either for the preservation or the destruction of the Sith's academy, drawing his lightsaber out of a Mon Cal Sith's chest. The violet blade looked almost like fire, caused by the cracks and fractures of the crystal inside the weapon. The Knigt's previous lightsaber had been destroyed while fighting the Jedi traitor Shae Vis, with the violet crystal barely remaining intact. While the cross guard design of his last blade had been made for strategic reasons, it was present in his new lightsaber to keep it as stable as possible, the cross-guards functioning as vents.

For the few seconds Jalen had been lost in memories, a Sith acolyte had managed to sneak up behind him. As the man attempted to strike at the Jedi's unguarded back, the Kiffar's right arm whipped around, a slender, triple-edged silver blade falling into his new prosthetic right hand, another reminder of his duel with Shae. Before the Sith's blade could cut Jalen down, his Gen'Al blade was plunged into his enemy's throat, causing a bright red light so burst forth from the man's eyes and mouth, which died away as the young Jedi removed his ancestral weapon from the Sith's dead body. Turning around, with his lightsaber in his left hand and Gen'Al blade in his right, Jalen rushed in to take on a new wave of reinforcements.

Spoiler: OOC

Fancy meeting you here, @Sreeya; it's almost as if are characters are in the same building again. Lol, happy birthday by the way!

Just so you gusy know, I'm not here to intrude on anyone's PvP fun unless they want me too, I'm just here to take care of the NPCs Valen throws at the Jedi forces.