Open Ajan Kloss The Real Truth

[Lani Tallis]

It all happened so fast that Galania couldn't even figure out what was going on. First the focused pressure on the nose of the bike was gone. As the bike's movement started evening out, the Zeltron dared to push the pedal again... But then the entirety of the Starhawk would be sent towards the incoming stranger and his orange blade. All the while the roar of multiple ships spread in the skies like thunder.

Lani didn't sense the Force that was at play. She wouldn't even have the reflexes and time to do anything about it. But there was something she had done already, before the masked Sith even tampered with the nose of her swoop for the first time. The switch Lani had hit was responsible for sending the swoop upwards. And with the pressure on the nose gone, the trajectory of the swoop wouldn't be as straight as anticipated.

The front repulsor—previously working at full capacity to resist Tiamat's pressure—now made the swoop rear like a horse. Had that been a HoloNet movie, the director would've surely put it in slow motion. If @Algus Doll didn't do anything about the bike coming at him, the orange blade would fly in front of Lani's hands and face, burning through the handlebars, the head tube, and depriving the vehicle of it's front repulsor. With it gone, the Force blast would succeed in making the bike somersault, perhaps giving the lost Jedi Knight a chance to duck, if he was fast enough.

And just like that, the Zeltron and the Twi'lek would be sent flying up the welcoming ramp of the shuttle. Inside, the comforting metallic bulkheads were eagerly awaiting the two women... And the disabled bike that was following them. Surely it would have much more noticeable effect on the Twi'lek and the Zeltron than whatever spell @Renfry was casting. As for the incoming concussion missiles, Lani couldn't do anything about them either. It all came down to whether Xiann's droid could do anything about it.

@Xian (the shuttle is yours)
@Flower @GABA @Sreeya @Mr. Teatime

 

[Vinry Forge]

Vinry was cut short as the Sith Lord reacted, the pressure on her throat cutting off her words. But that was enough, she had his attention. That meant it wasn't focused on the padawans, that's what mattered. A lesser warrior might have panicked, thrashed against the attack and wasted energy in a futile attempt at defiance. But she wasn't a lesser warrior, she was a Jedi. So she didn't resist, letting herself be pulled forward, trying to conserve her breath, waiting for an opening. And despite what the Sith Marauder might think, she was not ignoring him. She was not a fool to ignore an enemy who was very much a threat. She had kept an eye on him, and even as she was being bodily pulled towards the Sith, she did her best to hold onto her Jedi training.

So when he raised his hands to shoot lightning at her, driven by urgency and the utter and absolute need to survive till the padawans escaped, she acted. The Sith Lord's attack was fresh, she might be finding it hard to breathe, but she wasn't out of breath yet. The Sorceress's attack might be weighing down on her, but she wasn't fully drained yet. She might be on a path that lead to death, but she wasn't dead yet.

Her lightsaber, the pulsing blade still shining like a beacon of hope in her hands, came up to intercept the lightning. She could do little more, not yet. But maybe that would be enough for now, enough to survive another moment and continue this fight. She didn't need to beat them to win, she only needed to trust in the others and believe that they would escape.

Behind her she could hear the sounds of battle, blaster fire, explosions. She had no idea what was happening. Her actions might be for nothing, but she could, would not, think that. She had to do her best and leave the rest to them. Beyond that their lives were in their own hands. Her choices had brought her here, and she would face the consequences. And as much as she wanted to shield them from it, so must they.

A very wise man had once told her that a Jedi's life was sacrifice. Well, maybe today it was her turn to make that sacrifice.

@Sreeya @Darasuum

 

[Algus Doll]

Already the area had become a battlefield, something reminiscent of tales he had heard as a child of Jedi combating forces of darkness. Never did he think he would be in the belly of the beast himself; he could feel his pulse, his veins alive and hot with the rhythm of his heartbeat. Although having trained in the force for twenty years, he was young and inexperienced. Some would say he was unfit to be a guardian of light, prone to melancholy and sparks of rage. The cold winds of his home-world had hardened him; his master knew and had faith he would overcome his more primal urges.

Time seemed to slow while rivulets of sweat poured down his head in beads, his momentum carrying him forward as the swoop bike hurdled forth on his right-side at breakneck speeds, its metallic structure whining and twisting, manipulated by the force. Instinctually, he raised his palm forward in a vain attempt to force-push the meteoric vehicle away, but he had no time to react nor the power to move such a quickly accelerating object of that size. In an instant, the full force of the swoop-bike collided with the right side of his body, sending his arm momentarily awry as his lightsaber began cutting straight through the structure of the bike. Globs of molten hot metal dripped and cooled in a straight line down its center while his blade threatened to decapitate its Jedi pilot, shredding through its hull and likely her neck.

He couldn’t think, his mind emptying its thoughts as intense pain began to swell in his midsection, his ribs snapping beneath his overcoat like stale bread. A stray piece of metal would viciously collide with his mid-upper thighs, slicing through the entirety of his legs in a jagged line like hot butter.

An animal, his mouth was perpetually open, screaming inhuman cries that resonated throughout the area in a blood-curdling shriek, his body tossed like a bloodied rag to the edge of the forest.

Although alive, he had become an inanimate symbol of the horror of battle. He wasn’t a person currently. He was gross gore.

@Sreeya @Catbert @Mr. Teatime @Xian

 

[Xiann]

The ship was peppered with dents and holes from the constant cannon fire, as it was, it definitely wasn’t space worthy. But even if it wasn’t space worthy it could fly them away to hide in the forest until the holes could be patched or a pickup came. The cluttering wreckage of the bike and padawans rolled into the ramp at the back of the ship. The droid turned his attention back to the controls and began to accelerate. Just in time to see the incoming vessel open fire.

In an instant the cannon shot ripped through the front screen vaporizing the droids midsection and the main pilot seat. The ship began its crawl forward as the missile slammed into the rear corner of the ship, blasting a sizable hole in the hull and destroying one of the main engines.

Xiann came back to her senses after she’d been rattled around. She wasn’t entirely sure what just happened it went by so quickly. But the first thing she saw was her oldest friend half disintegrated. “Rusty!” She tried to stand up but was instead met shooting pain as her right leg gave out from under her. As she tried to gasp more pain firing from her chest. Why did she feel like she'd been stabbed? There was no blood but her nerves were telling her she was on fire.

She looked toward the front of the ship and the gaping hole in the what used to be the front window. The Twi'lek couldn't see much but she could see enought to see the ship was still moving forward, she would have to get to what was left of the controls and try to steer over the tree, or this would be a short journey. Leaning her least painful side against the wll of the ship she practically dragged herself forward. Each movement bringing her ever closer to passing out, until at last she did. With a whimper she was overcome and blacked out next to the co-pilot seat.

The ship, without further input, would push forward smoke billowing out from the section of hull that used to contain one of the engines. Continuing forward until it met it's first obsticle, the wall on the outskirts of the temple. Thanks to the weapons fire the front of the ship was in no condition to fight a defensive wall, luckily the wall was not in any condition to fight either. As the two collided the wall practically exploded outwards towards the forest peppering the treeline with debris. The nose of the ship was knocked upwards slightly, but only long enough for the side of the ship to collide with the treeline. The weakened hull filled with cannon fire scraped and whined and partially even gave way to the trees as they slammed into the ship until it finally lost enough momentum to drop down to the ground, sliding for a short moment and at last coming to its final resting place.

@Catbert @Mr. Teatime

Sorry @Flower. D:

Spoiler

Xiann is unconscious and short of Lani giving her some meds and waking her up is out of the thread.

 

[Eisa Wex]

"Just what in the flying Kark is going on" The spacer cussed to herself, as the sound of distant blaster cannon fire resonated throughout the forests, whilst it was certainly dampened by the amount of foliage that stood between her and where ever the ship was overhead somewhere she figured to be over towards the east of where she was. All of the weapons fire seemed to then result in the unmistakeable sound of something blowing up in the distance, followed perhaps a few moments later by a towering plume of smoke that was billowing up into the sky above.

If she had to guess, the explosion was perhaps about a click or so away - though it was a pretty broad guess as it was difficult to account for the extent yet alone the cause of the for the detonation, when pretty much everything around her comprised of trees and fragging foliage. Her eyes narrowing as a singular thought ran through her mind. "That sure as kriff better not be you missy or you're in big trouble" Eisa muttered to herself as she cautiously moved towards the origin of the First explosion, only to then stop in her tracks as another explosion detonated towards her south east, biting at her lip the spacer figured that surely if it was Curse that was the cause for the first explosion, surely she wouldn't be stupid enough to set of a second - the last thing she would want to do is have to get dragged in front of the council to get lectured over this, it was one of the main kriffing reasons why she left the order in the first place!

Taking a deep breath, the spacer tried to figure out and decide just what was going on. The temple from what she had earlier seen from the overlook looked like it had been thoroughly trashed, and now things were exploding off in the distance. Could it be raiders moving in and just generally trashing the place? Probably, that or she had decided to pay a return visit to her former home right in the middle of a siege - not that it hasn't happened before dropping out of hyperspace right in the middle of an Imperial wanna be invasion attempt over Ryloth.

Sighing with resignation, the spacer figured that perhaps whilst it would be best to try and get a better understanding of just what in the blazes was going on here, keeping a low profile would be the wiser course of action. Taking a deep breath the spacer slowly and cautiously moved through the forest undergrowth, keeping to the tracks and pathways she used to navigate whilst trying to evade her former Jedi Master whenever she just couldn't be bothered with another long winded meditation session to search her feelings as to why she was bored out of her skull.

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Raze wasn’t merciful in how he handled the Jedi Knight that he held by the Force. The woman was brought over and unceremoniously tossed to the ground before him. She was at the edge of the overlook upon which he stood. He towered over her, the chill in the air close enough for her to feel. She would see wisps of her breath, and she would feel that ice run down the length of her spine. The Force nexus only amplified the darkness that emanated from him, and it almost overwhelmed the light to which she so desperately clung.

The Sith Lord gazed at Vinry, the metallic surface of his helmet reflecting the glow of her saber. She had his attention, and now he stood there before her. No attacks took place, no words were shared, no saber was ignited. Even with the helmet, she would know he was taunting her, looking down on her and waiting for her to do some sort of trick. The explosions erupted ahead of where he stood, but his gaze never shifted. The Force channeled through him as he drew strength from the nexus and the chaos all around him.

@Wit

 

[Wiley Winnz]

With electricity arcing across the open space between them, Wiley's arm rotated and stetched out causing sparks to harmlessly drop on the ground between them. His force lightening, as fueled by the dark side and his own emotions, were in vain as the Jedi's violet blade absorbed the blue energy even as she struggled for air. But Darth Raze did as he pleased and if his pull brought the Knight towards him, Wiley would cease his electrical attack and drop his arm back to his side into a balled fist. A look towards the Sith Lord and his presence in the force was enough to tell the Marauder to stop. The itch to sink his metaphorical teeth deep would subside in time but he needed an outlet before this was over.

Behind his mask, Wiley's eyes were yellowed by the dark side of the force. The explosions that rocked the ground were felt and the sky lit up by the blasts from the crashed ship. Wiley began walking towards the Knight, regardless. His saber would remain at his side lit. But he would stop within earshot of the two. There was little else to do except soak in the show. Wiley's left hand opened and closed into a fist as he waited. If she made a move on Darth Raze, Wiley would not make a move to stop it. His body clearly still tense and the desire to use his Force given abilities to dominate others was contained for the time being.

@Wit @Sreeya

 

[Vinry Forge]

Atop the overlook, alone in the darkness, Vinry pushed herself to her feet after the Sith Lord had dropped her at his feet. He towered over her, both physically, and through the Force. She was no fool, she knew the odds that were stacked against her. But she brought up her lightsaber, and held it in front of her in defiance nonetheless.

For a moment the air was still around them, the sounds of the chaos behind her lost to Vinry as the moment consumed her. She prepared herself and waiting till the last moment before she sprang into action to draw in the Force. It was like drawing in polluted air, she could feel the sickness in the Force, so close to the Sith Lord. As best as she could she sought the Force's grace, to help her move with greater speed and fluidity. She darted forward, taking a step forward before darting to the side, so that she moved in a diagonal direction to his left. There she tried to swing her blade, held in her right hand, across his upper arm in a horizontal slash. She did not expect the blow to land, or do any sort of damage, the man seemed too confident for such an attack to work, but she had to test him, seek an opening.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Raze watched her approach, a saberhilt finally floating into his grasp as she charged forward. He calculated her trajectory, willing the hilt to fly into his right hand as she began her swing. He moved with her, pivoting slightly on his foot to face towards her. His red saber ignited as she came in with the swing, but he did not intercept it from his own right to left as she would expect. Instead he arched his saber in a vertical clockwise motion to send her saber on its continued trajectory but shifting up and to Vinry’s own left.

At the same time, the Sith Lord gracefully spun slightly towards his left and outside of Vinry’s right flank. His left free hand came up in an attempt to grasp Vinry’s right arm while she had her saber locked with his. If successful, he would channel the Force to surge lightning directly into the limb to quickly weaken it and potentially force her to drop her saber. His clockwise maneuver would ensure that his saber held hers at bay.

@Wit

 

[Vinry Forge]

Vinry's eyes followed the Sith Lord, tracking his movements as he moved to intercept her attack. As he intercepted her attack, she held her blade there, suddenly the one who had to keep him at bay. As his hand tried to grasp hers, she could do little but defend. She took the risk and gathered the Force once more, and her left hand shot forward to grab his hand as it reached for her saber arm. If successful in intercepting it, she might have saved herself from the lightning, but was now stuck there, both hands occupied.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Raze’s attempt at grasping the Jedi’s arm was met with the woman reaching over her torso to grab his hand. The Sith Lord looked directly towards the Jedi when they were this close. She would be able to see the haunting glow of yellow behind the visor. She would be able to feel the frosty chill from him and the dark surge of energy that filled the very core of his being. She would know that she stood before a monster, a creation conjured by the darkest nature of the Force. It was a clear antithesis to everything she had been taught. He was everything she had been taught to fear.

He allowed her to grasp his hand and he ensured that she had a firm grip and he grasped hers back, entwining some of their fingers as he would with a lover. For a moment it would appear as if she had her way - she had stopped his attempts at grabbing her saber arm. The lightning never came. But something far worse happened. Raze fluidly yanked the Jedi’s arm towards where the two sabers met, abruptly jutting his own arm, with hers grabbing it, through where the sabers were connected. This would instantly slice through the limb and likely leave Raze holding the severed hand at the end of the motion. As she had reached across her torso to grab his hand, this meant that she was well within the path of her own locked saber, and his as well.

@Wit

 

[Vinry Forge]

Vinry's stomach was already churning with the continued use of the Force, but when she came face to face with the Sith Lord she forgot all about that. Almost every emotion vanished, leaving behind only a cold chill that threatened to freeze her very soul. In that moment she knew the true extent of her powers, and how insignificant they were compared to him. She had heard tale of those who had fought the Eternal on Sullust, had sensed the despair they had felt while facing him. She had thought she understood, that she had known what they meant. Oh how wrong she had been. Today she faced something worse, and she finally knew despair.

She was barely holding on, trying to do everything in her power to hold onto the little ball of light inside her, but failing. It was too much, he was too much.

So when he yanked her forward she was too slow, too beaten, too lost to react. As her own blade cut through her arm like a hot knife through butter, she barely reacted as the burning pain shot through her body. It took a moment for her to finally come to her senses, the pain a shock to her system that finally pulled her out from the black hole of darkness she was being pulled into. But she didn't scream, she didn't resist, she simply stood there. For a moment or two she had clarity, she saw him for what he really was, and it terrified her. But she was only human, and the combined physical and psychological shock was too much for her. As darkness threatened to take her, she managed to breath out one last question.

"Who...who are you?"

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

The maneuver was fluid, efficient and brutally methodical. Raze was calculated with everything he did, and this fight was no different. Her arm went through the saber lock, the limb detaching from her body. Raze still held onto the portion that he had originally grasped, entirely unfazed by the grotesque display. His gaze remained on the Jedi Knight, seeing her face frozen in terror and pain all at once.

It was so easy to simply shift the trajectory of his blade to impale it through her torso. She had already lost the fight, and the path was clear to send her into the realm of the Force. Before he moved, however, she asked a question. While he had cut her off before, this was a question that gave him pause. He stopped what he was doing, though still wary of any maneuvers she tried to pull.

His helmet slowly lifted so the visor met her eyes again. He looked down at her for a few seconds before the mechanize voice spoke at last, “I am the one that led the attack on Ajan Kloss. I am the one that watched your Grandmaster die. I am the one that destroyed this temple. I am the one that watched it get corrupted.”

Raze dropped the severed limb to the ground at her feet, “You will know me. You will know my name. Your brethren will know my name. The galaxy will know my name. And you will all…”

The Force would coil around her and force her to drop to her knees.

“...kneel,” He growled as he towered over her, “I am Darth Raze. Take a good look. Remember every detail. This is the story you will tell the Jedi. This is the nightmare you will describe. You will let them know that it is real. You will let them know it is here. You will let them know that it is not going away. You will let them know that it will wait for them. For the dark is generous, and it is patient and it always wins.”

As he uttered the last word, he unleashed a stream of lightning into the Knight, physically lifting her up and tossing her back down towards where the wreckage was. It was enough to scar her, but as was his will, she would live another day.

@Wit

 

[Algus Doll]

A dream.

Cold wafts of air that cooled his skin and caked his hair in white-powder was all he could feel. His eyes stared longingly into the distance as an orange light resonated through a torrent of snowfall; his master was an old man, appearing frail and senile, his hair whiter than the hurricane of alabaster snow that howled, obstructing his vision yet, he held that blade with mastery, fluidly, it was almost an extension of him arm. Algus was young, just a boy, but this was his final moment. “Here.” Expiring, the orange lightsaber blade retracted with a hum and his master tossed him the hilt. “You are ready.” He caught the cylindrical metal shaft, feeling it’s weight and beheld his master with reverence. “All you have to do is wake up.” Twisting, his master’s face distorted into something monstrous, a gaping mouth that expelled brimstone, fire, and blood. The snow encompassed everything and soon there was blackness.

Wake up.

Snapping open, Algus’ senses roused, and his dilated pupils frantically darted betwixt and between the carnage of the battlefield. All he could feel was pain. It was all encompassing. In the distance, he saw the visage of a man disappearing into the woods. He knew of him and had seen his face multiple times before. “Master Oren…?” Heightened in his senses, he began to scream his name. “Master Oren!?” Had a Jedi Master truly left him to die?

“Look at me!” He pleaded to him, his voice breaking into momentary sobs between quick jolting breaths. He was barely alive, but he clung to the dim light of survival mercilessly. “Look what they did to me!" His voice was delirious, full of swelling anger that threatened to conquer his entire sentiency. “LOOK AT ME!” Saliva streamed from the corner of his mouth, mixing with hot blood. He screamed to no avail, a murderous shriek. “YOU TRAITOR!” Breaking he began to lament, salt stinging his eyes.

Slowly, he turned his attention to Raze, standing there in the distance. He said nothing, his brow furrowed and his gaze vicious. Reaching out with his palm, he grit his teeth, his gums bleeding. Emanating from his hand, force energy would powerfully begin to pull his leg-less body towards the Sith Lord, causing him to scream in pain while every inch left a grotesque trail of blood behind him.

@Sreeya @TWD26

 

[Vinry Forge]

There was a legend, one the Jedi did not speak of. The legend of the Sith'ari. Vinry had travelled far and wide in the far reaches of the Galaxy, to places Jedi rarely went. She had heard, she had seen, and today she had felt. That armor had triggered the memory, the armor of Kravos, an ancient Dark Lord of the Sith. No, the first Dark Lord of the Sith. The first Sith'ari.

The armor he wore, the words he said, the actions he took. Vinry knew a truth in her heart of hearts, a touch of premonition for what was to come. If left to his devices, this man would become the Sith'ari. Someone had to stop him, one way or another, someone had to stop him. That was the last thought that crossed her mind as the lightning hit and threatened to push the very life out of her mortal shell. But as much as it terrified her, that thought helped her to hold on. She couldn't die, not yet. She had to tell...someone about this. The Jedi had to know.

She held onto that, pushing back against the darkness that wanted to claim her so badly, using the terror to cradle the tiny flicker of light that still burnt within her. With everything she had she held on, protecting what little light was left to her.

That was when she slammed into the ground, broken in more ways than one. But she had survived, somehow, she had survived. She had lost today, but she had to live so that they could win tomorrow. That hope sustained her, gave her strength. Till she heard the screams, the screams of pure agony. She could do little but turn her head, and see the figure of Oren disappearing in the distance, and the broken visage of a man screaming for him. She felt the pain in his voice, the betrayal, it tore at the very core of her being. And just like that, what little resolve was left to her disappeared. That tiny flame that kept her going extinguished.

In that moment she was beaten, utterly and wholly beaten.

@Sreeya @Algus Doll @TWD26

 

[Lani Tallis]

The slam into the stranger at full speed was the final straw that made the strained Galania let go of the handlebars. The Zeltron's body flew over the stranger just as his orange blade started tearing through the bike's structure. Xiann holding to Galania meant that she too would probably follow suit. Galania didn't know that what remained of the Starhawk literally ran over the man; she didn't know that the rearing swoop had just delayed the hand that would have beheaded her. In fact, Galania wouldn't know a lot of things.

Being the taller of the two women, it was the Zeltron who hit the girder inside the ship first. That would probably spare Xiann the same fate. But oddly enough, it was that unknown Jedi outside who had saved Lani and Xiann both... for the moment at least. Had the bike not been slowed down and disabled by a collision with him and his saber, its wreck would've crashed into the women right about now. But as it was, the husk of burnt metal simply came to a halt... Right next to the puddle of blood that was forming under the head of its incapacitated owner. A mixture of ferrous and ozone smell was the first thing that the Twi'lek would feel as she'd come to her senses.

Galania may have been spared of the temptation of the Dark Side that permeated the nexus at Renfry's will. Yet even when unconscious, the despair of the place found a way to seep into the young Zeltron's being. She may have been spared of hearing the final whine of the poor BG-12—the astromech who had accompanied her older sister during her tenure as a Jedi—when the missile and the exploding engine peppered the droid with shrapnel and debris. The shrapnel and molten durasteel also reached the Zeltron: cutting and searing through the clothes, leaving lacerations and severe burns all over the her limp body. Lani couldn't feel it yet; just as she couldn't feel the broken ribs, the right arm, and both legs.

The Zeltron may've also been spared of seeing her best friend injured, limping and crawling towards the cockpit in desperation and falling unconscious as well. Spared of feeling Xi's emotions at seeing her droid wrecked. Maybe even spared of the last moments of fear, should another missile find them. But in this life or in the Force, she would never forget that most of what transpired on Ajan Kloss that day had been her fault.

@Xian @Mr. Teatime

Spoiler

Lani isn't waking up for the rest of the thread.

 

[Darth Tiamat]

Tiamat had returned to where her Master and the others had been standing, his presence felt different, the best she could compare it to when she had found the Jedi holocron in his private quarters and nearly ended her life that day. It was animalistic, primal, a show of power and control a seldom few in the galaxy would ever inherit or experience and Tiamat wondered if she could ever bring herself to such power. She remembered the look on his face, the spark in his gaze when she had asked him if the path he would reveal would make her more powerful than himself; he certainly had made it clear it could be her own, but for what price would she pay for it. Was she even capable of standing where he was...the sith found it hard to imagine herself in such a place of power after being at the bottom for so long.

She observed from afar as he stood calmly, moored against the waves caused by the Jedi woman. When the dance begun, she watched his footwork, recalling their own spares together and the reciprocity of the movements between the duo. It was necessary until the timing was just right to where the weakest would stutter in thought or position and the other would take over, continuing through in their performance until the next dance. She noted his ability to not be flashy or showy to demonstrate fear or power, it certainly commanded respect and suddenly Tiah felt far from where she could be in her ability; her gaze flickered to where she was only moments earlier, spooking the jedi who were most likely burning now on their smoldering ship.

Internally, she felt her head bow and her gaze fell as she focused on feeling the despair and torment of the duel across from her instead of her own inner conflict. It was nearly over; it was quick, efficient, and the Darth did not need to do anything further as Tiamat could feel the hope drift from the Knight as Raze disposed of her. She didn't approach him though, instead, she just waited, listening to now what sounded like moans, clearly from someone who possibly survived and now would waste in agony until death.

The Jedi were too stubborn for her liking.

 

[Wiley Winnz]

A flash of exchange as Wiley watched the Sith Lord defeat the Knight in mere moments. It was only when he felt the coldness creep into the woman's heart that the edges of his mouth began to curl up once more. Darth Raze's words made a chill of run up the Marauder's spine and a pride swell in his chest at the same time. It felt exhilarating to be close to the danger being in this moment. The Dark Side in all its might was presented in this moment as the Jedi and what they stood for burned. It was something that the Sith wanted for himself but knew this was also not his victory.

He had to earn his own. Numerous others had been killed for their careless ambition. Even before Sullust mutiny and betrayal were not alien concepts. The after action reports of Sullust only cemented that. Wiley was low on the food chain. The dark side wanted him to take more. It was a dangerous path, down the dark side. Many let it rule them. But the other Sith that were present, they knew better than most how to control it rather than the other way around. For that alone, they had his respect. But he would be lying if he said he didn't have set of bluepods.

The lightsaber at his side retracted the crimson blade of energy back into the hilt. The black robed Marauder looked towards the billowing column of smoke and then in turn to the sky. Wiley drank in the following silence from the the empty Knight on the ground. The surrounding turmoil radiating from those that remained as he had hoped. At least that was satisifying.

Yelling coming from beyond the walls had Wiley look in that direction. There was something, someone clawing along the ground. That's right. Get closer to the darkness. Pull yourself to it. Returning the hilt to his belt he looked towards the Sith Lord with a smile at what he saw and felt.

Wiley would begin walking towards the crash site. If there were other survivors in the area, he wanted to make sure they were secured. Even the broken had their uses. "Any of them worth taking with us?" He said aloud to nobody in particular but was open to a second opinion.

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@Xian

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Raze could feel death and agony in the air. The dark nexus, Vinry’s defeat and the misery of the maimed Jedi on the ground masked that two padawans had survived in a wreckage in the distance. The Sith Lord turned to gaze at the man that cried out for his Jedi Master. Pain laced his voice - pain from his wounds, pain from betrayal, pain from truth. It was delicious and intoxicating, and it was bolstered by the darkness that surrounded the man as he feebly attempted to move.

The Sith Lord watched for a few moments, considering simply playing audience to a slow and beautiful death as he bled out. The rage from the man was real, however, and it was certainly enough to pique the Sith Lord’s curiosity. The Jedi was attempting to reach him directly, though he made almost no progress. Blood poured from his mouth and the stumps of where his legs had been.

Raze switched off his saber, placing it back on his hip as he commanded to those in his vicinity, “Cauterize his wounds and bring him to me.”

@Phoenix @GABA @Darasuum @Flower

 

[Renfry]

Renfry focused on the Nexus and drank in its power, letting it flow through her and the runes she'd carved into the ground. Yes, the Padawan was correct, being physically obliterated was probably more distracting than "whatever Renfry was doing," and yet it had done its role well enough. The Jedi were broken and shattered before the Sith. Emryc had told her the Jedi should be respected, and she knew that was true, but sometimes that felt difficult given the interactions she'd had with them.

She watched the explosions pepper the landscape, the scent of death in the air. It was spectacular as missiles, torpedoes, and cannon rounds found impact across the battlefield at different targets, and Renfry couldn't help but laugh. It was a wicked and twisted laugh, but no less genuine as she watched the detonations. They were spectacular and beautiful.

Satisfied that most of the Jedi threat was dealt with as another Jedi lost an arm, she stood from her runes and let the glow die. She could hear the mangled hunk of human calling out for some Jedi who seemed to have fled and left behind his underlings, and Renfry once again found herself questioning "them."

She made her way over to the man, looking down and crouching next to him, doing nothing to stop the bleeding right away.

They all left you. True colors come out when desperation sets in, no? she said. She knew he knew that, but sometimes hearing the words aloud hint on a whole different level. Knowing he was alone, feeling the darkness pulling at his mind, and knowing that the Jedi had abandoned him even more quickly than some Sith would have.

She heard Raze a moment later and cast a glance over her shoulder before turning back to Algus.

It's your lucky day, she said. Or perhaps not. Staying alive might be even worse than the alternative. She stood and made her way to his wounds, genuine green fire glowing over her palms as she shoved it against the wounds to stem the bleeding. The smell of scorched flesh filled the air along with a sickening sizzling sound.

When it was finished, she stepped back and stood again, gripping him with the Force and beginning to drag him toward Raze. It wouldn't kill him, but it wouldn't feel very good before she stopped in front of Raze and released the Jedi. @Sreeya @Flower