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It had been a few days since he had been transported to the prison. It wasn’t until some Jedi showed that he was allowed any meals. The rebels had no desire to let him eat, and they had their fill in jeering at him, mocking him or toying with his horns or tail. His Champion armor’s helmet, his source of pride, was tossed around between rebels with each of them trying it on and deciding which one got to take it home as a trophy.

The tiefling was drugged to keep him from tapping into the Force, and he was in a half sedated state. His head was constantly throbbing and spinning. He was subjected to a solitary confinement cell with no views and a single slot through which food was pushed through. He was deemed too dangerous to ever be allowed out.

There were Jedi patrols rotating in and out of the holding facility, but it was primarily manned by soldiers. The facility was on an island in a slightly remote part of the planet and extra help had been called in because of the nature of the type of prisoner. Altair had been profiled as the one that killed a Jedi on Agamar and in spearheading the attack on Ossus.

It was late at night and a storm was brewing above. The waves crashed against the rocky shores, a lighthouse propped outside the prison with a beacon that heralded any boats arriving. There had been a surge of activity recently and it was all because of him. Altair was oblivious, sitting in his cell in the basement and drifting in and out of consciousness. His wounds had healed, but he was physically weakened from the drugs in his system.

The tiefling waited in uncertainty, wondering what would become of his fate and whether the Force would be stripped from him. Or whether he would spend the rest of his life in this tiny cell shut away from the galaxy.

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Tiamat would arrive to the base by more covert means.

She had dug into the reports about Dantooine after Altair's absence at the social. A list of missing in action or those who had fallen in the fight were lengthy as they worked to subdue the rebel cells and traitors from gaining more control over the isolated agricultural world. Intelligence concluded the young champion was missing in action, presumed dead, but a feeling told her that was incorrect.

She stood on the supply boat with several other rebels soldiers and mercenaries who were helping "the cause". Managing to forge herself an identity among the rebels, she had slipped onto the ship though it was not without a bit of having to play the part in backbreaking work to look like she worked logistics. Her hair was dyed black and had semi-permanent elctro-tattoos along her face, neck, arms, and hands. The contacts still revealed her blue eyes, but were made to record her surroundings. The clothing she wore was basic, made to look like a laborer from the boots to the hat. She was armed of course, carrying a basic work knife on her side, a blaster on the other; slicing tools tucked in a larger pocket. There was not much else she felt she needed as a master of the dark side of the Force, she would easily have her weapon, and besides, she held a coding program that would hopefully make entering and exiting...simple.

The boat would dock and she would begin to help unload the cargo, placing them onto repulsor carts and guiding the crates inside. Tiamat helped unload before breaking for meal, and heading further inside. [Tiamat is starting at section 5]

 

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Thunder cracked and lighting flashed as one of the unfortunate guards stationed by the prison's west entrance let out a grunt of annoyance at having to stand out in the rain. It took him a moment to realize the pang of pain he felt was not from the loud crack of thunder beating against his ears, but rather the glowing crimson blade that was suddenly sticking out of his stomach. By the time he could look down, his torso was already toppling over, leaving him with the sight of the lower half his own body standing where he had been as the last thing he ever saw.

The blade in question had already swung once more, cutting up and across to cleave the second guard's head straight off. Ashla stepped over the two dead bodies, moving towards the door they had been guarding, the dismembered head floating behind her, slotting onto the retinal scanner next to the door.

A fresh recruit, having joined the prison less than a week ago, turned around to look at the opening door. It swung open as thunder cracked once more, and he was momentarily blinded by the flash of lightning. As he blinked, a pair of bright dots appeared in the hallway, and started moving towards the rest of his squad. Again he blinked, and the dots coalesced into the burning golden-red eyes of a Togruta, crimson blades springing to life in her hands as she moved through his squad, cutting them down down with cruel efficiency. He didn't know if he was drenched in the rain pouring in or if he had wet himself, all he knew was the terror, and the certainty that if he did not run he was dead. But his legs, his legs would not move.

"Where is he?" She asked softly, bearing down on him with slow steps. She didn't need to say more, she could see that he knew exactly who he was talking about.

He tried to speak, but the words would not come up, till he felt invisible hands grab him and slam him into the door behind him. "I..I don't know." The Togruta walked up to him, sensing no deceit in his words, and let go. He let out a sigh of relief as he slid down the door, but before the breath had left him she swung her blade and slashed it across his chest. The door slid open, the body falling lifeless in the doorway, and she continued moving deeper into the prison. There was not much thought behind her actions, not at that moment. She was acting on instinct, the simple instinct to rescue someone she loved.

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Up until now Aadya had never bothered to name her ship. It always seemed like a superfluous thing, she never understood it. But as her carrier slipped through hyperspace freshly emblazoned with the word Retribution in Sith runes on its previously unblemished surface, the idea suddenly made so much sense.

Standing on the bridge, Aadya was silent as she stared out of the viewport and watched the streaks of hyperspeed flash by it. While she may have seemed stoic on the outside, inside Aadya felt nothing rage, visceral and molten roiling in her gut. Her teeth were clenched so tightly it was like her jaw was chiseled from stone.

The moment she'd heard Altair had been captured and taken to prison, Aadya had gotten on the phone and in her mind, there was only one person to call. Vahliri. Whatever problems they had had in the past were just that, in the past. This was more important than any of that. Altair was more important than anything.

The Retribution entered the atmosphere of New Alderaan and streaked across its sky towards the prison, its approach somewhat covered by the storm. It was fitting, Aadya thought. Every clap of thunder and crack of lightning heralded their descent on the prison like the righteous hammer of god.

Intel had given them the location of the island prison. The ship approached, but they couldn't just reign hellfire down on it no matter how much Aadya wanted to. Altair was in there, it was too dangerous. Instead, the cannons of the ship blew a hole straight in the thick duracrete walls that surrounded the facility.

Soldiers poured from the loading ramp in waves, engaging with the rebels and what Jedi were there. But they were only a distraction. Aadya exited down the ramp behind them, her boots dropping with heavy steps, one in front of the other. Her lightsaber was already ignited, its red blade shimmering and unstable, as if the weapon itself was channeling the fury she felt inside of her heart.

Catching one of her commanders as he went down the ramp, Aadya grabbed him by the shoulder to give him a direct order.

Kill them all, Commander, Aadya said, her once dark mahogany eyes now gone, now only swirling pools of golden hatred. Without mercy.


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Vahliri had hardly said a word since she heard the news of Altair’s capture. The revelation sent shockwaves through the half-Annfyn, and it left her with a singular sense of purpose and course of action ahead of her - one which nothing in the Galaxy would dissuade her from. Not so long as there was a hint of breath in her lungs.

Words alone could not adequately describe the fury that coursed through every fiber of Vahliri’s being - and yet they were emotions that were visible on the half-Annfyn’s exterior clear as crystal. Positioned on the bridge of the ship, they manifested in the way her jaw set so tightly it was a wonder her teeth didn’t shatter into dust beneath the pressure. They manifested in the way her fists clenched until her knuckles turned stark white, and her fluted ears flattened and flicked with raw irritation. For all the ways that the half-Annfyn was a statue on the bridge, every emotion radiated off of her with equal intensity as the storms above them, palpable through the Force without her ever saying a word.

An entrance was opened into the prison, and the half-Annfyn only briefly glanced towards Aadya before moving towards the landing ramps herself. Whatever had once been between them, it didn’t matter anymore. Nothing else quite did. Altair was more important than all of that and there wasn’t a single thing that was going to distract either of the women from seeing the Tiefling to freedom.

Purposeful steps carried Vahliri down the landing ramp and towards the prison entrance, unbothered by the rain that poured in heavy sheets, nor the winds that whipped at her hair and the crimson hood of her signature Sith robes. The Crystal Vambrace on her left arm glinted against the light, and the curved hilt of her lightsaber snapped into her hand with a wordless tug of the Force, its crimson blade igniting with a snap-hiss and painting her radius in its sinister hue. A pale reflection of the rage that roiled within.

Within a split second, Vahliri’s attention fell upon the first line of defenders who approached the incoming assault, and only a moment more was necessary for the half-Annfyn to select her target. The man didn’t even look in her direction or pose an immediate threat, but he was in her way. And he was guilty of keeping Altair here.

The Force poured from Vahliri’s fingertips and coiled around a piece of rebar that had been left in the wake of the explosion. With a violent flick of her wrist, the half-Annfyn sent the piece of metal like a javelin through the front of the soldier’s face - shattering his front teeth and angled slightly upwards, in order to piece through his throat and burst through the back of his skull. The soldier didn’t so much as have an opportunity to process what had happened before Vahliri tore her hand upwards - not quite done with the rebar or the suffering she opted to inflict on one soldier in particular. There was a sickening series of wet pops and crunching as the rebar spear drug horizontally, cutting across the man’s skull in a vicious display before bursting out the side - a shower of viscera and greymatter painting the floor directly to his left.

The man’s body hit the floor. And Vahliri didn’t so much as slow her gait. Step after step, the half-Annfyn marched into the prison - her crimson saber held in a defensive guard and in position to deflect away and blaster bolts that were fired in her direction.

Lightning cracked across the sky above her, and against the darkness that shrouded the majority of her face, only Vahliri’s eyes were visible to those inside. Eyes streaked with molten gold for the first time, swirling against the soft, honeyed orbs.


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When Dimetri received his orders to New Alderaan he figured it would be fairly easy. Just stay around and make sure the guards treat the prisoners properly. Just knwoing this was where pirates, criminals and even Sith were held was nerve racking of course, but he knew they were locked away and restrained properly. They wouldn't be escaping anytime soon. Besides he would be leaving this place of duty before too long for a new mission of the Jedi. It would also serve as his training under a new master hopefully. For now he was under a temporary Master being a Jedi Knight who was often not present.

As the young Mirialan was making his rounds and checking to make sure the prisoners weren't being tortured or starved, he heard the alarms sound. There wasn't an evacuation training today.. why were there alarms? As he began to get more worried he would grip his lightsaber hilt and jog over following the guards running. When he would reach through the force he could feel terror, fear, hate. There was so much of it. Something was clearly wrong. So he picked up his pace and began running in the direction of which he felt the pain.

When he arrived there they were. Two Sith cleaning out the path to the prisoner they would be looking for. Why else come to a prison? The only Sith present was the young Sith Tiefling. Seemed the Sith were more close nit than expected. Though if they wanted their warrior back why decide to slaughter everyone in your path? Why take the lives of so many who spared the life of the Sith their looking for? The reports showed he should have died and the Jedi spared his life. Either way this behavior would not go unchecked... even if it meant Dimetri had to put his life on the line for those who can't defend themselves against the likes of the Sith. Someone had to stand up for the rest of them.

He would ignite his blade and take a defensive stance ready to defend against incoming debris and any attack coming his way. His eyes focused on their movements, he knew they would be aggressive immediately so preparing to fight before speaking was the way to go for this encounter. His first encounter.

"You're not welcome here! Leave now!"

He took a deep breath as he knew this could be his first and final encounter with the Sith.



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Hlodovic had been assigned to the New Alderaan prison complex for a brief duty. Essentially ensuring that the guard was appropriately reinforced and maintained, a few weeks in the posting at most. His stint in the facility was coming to a close soon, or so he had thought. During the middle of his assignment a young tiefling Sith had been brought to the facility. As expected, he had been a murderer and had taken part of ruthless military campaigns that were designed to conquer and oppress. In Hlodovic's eyes, imprisonment was a fate far kinder than the young man had deserved.

The Cathar Jedi had been making his rounds with a young Mirialan Padawan when the first alarm claxon sounded. Hlodovic felt a shift in the Light a taint bled into it. He felt the previously tranquil waters become tumultuous with waves of fear, suffering, hate, and death. His lip curled into a snarl in realization of what this meant, the Sith had come for the prisoner and judging by the scale of the disturbance he had sensed, they had come in force. By the time Hlodovic had finished processing the raw sensations he had felt, Dimetri had taken off in pursuit of the largest source. It was something that Hlodovic knew he couldn't let the Padawan simply face alone, instead he chased after the Padawan and they rounded the corner to witness the wrath of the Sith together.

Hlodovic felt one of the Sith grip a nearby chunk of rebar, he recognized what the woman was about to do but was unable to react quickly enough to prevent the death of the trooper as the rebar impaled the man's skull, leaving his lifeless corpse to collapse in ruined heap on the ground. Hlodovic steeled himself at this sight, understanding why the Light had guided him here, to punish the wicked.

With that understanding Hlodovic drew his lightsaber from his belt and ignited it, the yellow blade snapped to life and filled the interior of the hallway the pair of Jedi were in with a soothing dull hum. As the massive Cathar took on the defensive posture of Soresu, he drew the Light around him like a cloak to protect himself from any mental attacks the Sith might unleash and to guide his blade in the coming battle. It was a wordless answer to the bloody challenge these two Sith had unleashed, the Jedi would make them work for every inch of ground they sought to take.
 

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Clove was overcome with guilt the moment she left Dantooine. Altair's imprisonment kept her awake at night, no matter how angry she was or how much her chest hurt from the pain his words caused. She knew there was nothing she could have done after her plan fell apart, but she couldn't help but wonder if there had been another option. Anything she missed, anything that could have saved his fate. She could still hear the locks clicking as clearly as day. Driven by that guilt and worry, Clove became a regular visitor to the prison for the next few days. Just not Altair's cell, because even if she wanted to see him, the rebel's report against her was enough to keep her out.

So instead she spent her time acting as a healer whenever another prisoner got into a fight, attempting to smuggle food into the prison whenever the Jedi decided to deliver dinner instead of the rebels and helping wherever she could. Simply to overhear something, anything, about Altair without attracting suspicion. Unfortunately, she was limited in how long she could stay in the facility before being rotated out, which meant she missed a significant amount of information. But what she heard sickened her; they toyed with him and his equipment, the rebels refused to feed him properly in cell 6, and they were more than happy to slay the beast.

This, in her opinion, was not how a prisoner should be treated. Even if she didn't have feelings for Altair the rebel's extremist behavior still would have enraged her.

Clove was not in the facility when the alarms went off. She and her close friend Luxor were on their way to Yavin IV, where the medical team was waiting for her. So Clove's entire body froze when the message on her datapad requesting help from all nearby Jedi appeared. They were breaking out Altair. There was no other option. While the possibility of Altair regaining his freedom excited her, it also meant that Jedi and rebels would be fighting Sith, which would lead to death. Why was everything around Altair so... morally impossible?

Still. She thought of a plan, one that could potentially save some lives in the long run. The Sith didn't know his cell number, which meant they'd be searching in far too many places, encountering far too many Jedi and Rebel guards. And because she had gotten to know some of these Sith, she knew they wouldn't back down until they freed him. Maybe she could stop the bloodshed if she told them where Altair was. "Can I borrow your commlink, Luxor? You have a private one, right?"

Luxor nodded, confused, and handed Clove her commlink. "Thank you." She replied to the girl while pulling two numbers from her own commlink. Her fingers then danced across Luxor's screen, typing as quickly as she could. And... sent.


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She wasn't sure if they'd be there, but the last time she checked, Aadya and Altair were dating, and Aadya wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty. And Vahl? Vahl seemed like a close friend of Altair. Surely one of them would've been there. It was her best bet, and also the only number she had. Minus Sol. But she wouldn't bother Sol with that, he was far too innocent and adorable.

Clove stared at the screen for a moment before tossing the commlink to the floor. She hovered her foot above it before slamming her heel down on it with full force, breaking the device. She huffed and leaned forward, grabbing the shattered metal fragments from the floor. After everything was collected she turned around and walked over to the ship's trash dispenser. She opened the small hatch and tossed the shards in, watching them fall down the pipe, effectively killing any evidence that could link this to Clove or Luxor. The hatch closed in silence, her large brown eyes lingering on the wall ahead of her.

"I'll buy you a new one, Luxor. We don't talk about this, okay?" With a faint smile, she looked over her shoulder at the girl. "Let us continue to Yavin IV, they need our help."





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The message came across Aadya's comms on her most private of channels. There were few people in the galaxy that had access to that number, which was the only reason she even bothered to read it in the first place. Her eyes scanned it over but it barely registered.

Only one person would have access to the information given in that message as well as having Aadya's personal line: Clove VanHoop. Why would she have sent such a thing so freely to two Sith? Would she betray her own order just to help the escape of one person? There was only one reason someone might do that. Guilt.

But why would Clove feel guilty? Unless...

Aadya's eyes narrowed to slits, her lips twitching with rage beneath her mask. That pointy-eared, half a spine having bitch was the reason Altair was in this prison in the first place. Or at least, that is what Aadya thought. She only needed to prove it.

Tapping a few buttons on her comm, Aadya would type a quick message back to Clove on her personal phone. If it so happened that the Jedi wasn't the reason Altair was here, then she would only look like a crazy person which Clove already thought anyway. But if Aadya's assumption was right, she wanted Clove to know.

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I want transfer records and anything that might look like Altair's file, She said, relaying the order to the soldiers storming the prison as well as Vahliri. Should they be successful in their attack, they should have the time to find the info in the prison's databank.

That was when Aadya noticed the two Jedi standing before her and Vahl, their lightsabers ignited and the force swirling around them. Their bravado would illicit nothing but a condescending huff of air from Aadya's nose.

Gathering the force in her hand, Aadya would unleash a powerful blast of energy directed at Hlodovic (@Apollyon). With sure footsteps, Aadya would begin picking up speed, looking to close into melee distance with the cat. The darkside swirling around her, she would be ready to react to what came next, whatever that may be.


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Even after butchering that initial soldier, Vahliri didn’t slow her gait unto the prison - yellow-flecked eyes glinting against the dull light as she marched forward. Raw and unadulterated fury surged through pore of the half-Annfyn’s body, coursing through her limbs and feeding directly into the Darkness that built within her body.

Vahliri felt the buzz over her commlink, and she only had a split second to glance down at the message that popped up on her home screen. Her eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly at the information that some unknown number had willingly divulged - as well as the snapped response from Aadya. A million different thoughts coursed through her mind at that moment - who it was that knew about Altair’s capture and location, why they were willing to divulge that information so freely, and the response that Aadya sent in return. Her eyes narrowed, yet another surge of rage roiling in her belly.

She didn’t bother to respond nor dwell on it in that moment. She had the information she needed in that moment - the information that mattered - and the half-Annfyn refused to allow herself to be sidetracked or distracted by any of it. Instead, her gaze fixated into the pair of Jedi that were stupid enough to get in their way. She heard the words from Dimetri, and her eyes only narrowed into dagger-like slits in response.

Vahliri outstretched her hand - the Darkness flowing vibrantly into her fingertips as it leeched out of her own emotions. It poured outwards fingers of energy that coiled around Dimetri’s throat like a vice, applying constricting pressure to his airway in an attempt to choke the very life out of him.

All the while, she didn’t slow her approach - steady, measured steps carrying her towards the Mirialan while her saber remained in defensive position. Regardless of the effectiveness of her choke, the half-Annfyn would close the distance within moments.


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Hlodovic watched as one of the Sith pulled out a phone to type out a reply, in the midst of battle, it was a fool-hardy move. Hlodovic knew he should punish the Sith and capitalize on the opening she had provided him, but he didn’t. Instead, Hlodovic used the few precious seconds to, without breaking eye contact with the Sith, tell a nearby guard to begin the evacuations. After he finished uttering the words, he saw and felt Aadya tapping into and drawing the dark side into her, her anger flared like a beacon and coalesced into her hand before unleashing as a violent wave and kinetic power. If Hlodovic hadn’t readied himself earlier the attack would have likely caught him off guard, if he hadn’t drawn in the Light to protect himself, the attack would have sent him flying and would have given Aadya and opening to capitalize on.



But he had been prepared.



The defense was a simple one, Hlodovic brought forth the energy he had collected to act as a barrier between himself and the oncoming blast. The rage fueled assault would collide with a wall of invisible protective energy and blunt itself, nullifying the initial assault. To counter her charge, Hlodovic took a half step backwards as Aadya began to enter striking range, creating a small opening where an assault would leave him just beyond the reach of her lightsabers and prepared to defend from the oncoming rush. Whatever happened next, Hlodovic knew he and the Padawan had to buy time for the guards to escape with their lives, they were here to simply blunt the Sith offense. Only once the men and women of the Rebellion had initiated an evacuation would Hlodovic think of how to escape an otherwise certain death.
 

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The alarms had sounded and there was a rush of personnel and rebels who went to the call, orders being shouted as they filed their way into the adjacent rooms. Tiamat was standing at a computer terminal, tools origanzied in between the spaces of her fingers as she held a few wires, clearly not a threat whatsoever as they seemed to be more concerned by the explosions and shouting that was happening somewhere else in the base. One of the guards stopped, seeing the woman working and he placed a hand on her shoulder.

Ma’am, leave that be for now, grab a weapon or get to safety.” He said over the klaxons, the red warning lights blinking across his face.

Yes, I will have your weapon and you will go fight.” She commanded, the Force dripped with her words; his eyes glazed over and gave her his blaster. She watched as he walked away towards the fight as she held her new rifle. Quickly she went back to work, the computer codes uploaded. The lights flickered in the base as the computer database was forced to reset.

The klaxon ringing and the lights would stop, just leaving the emergency illuminators softly glow in the hallways. The doors would lose their magnetic effecientcy, opening any door lock that was once magnetically sealed. And well, the intercoms were hijacked by something more pleasant as music blasted over the speakers. Tiamat proceeded to the adjacent room (7) and followed into the hallway that would lead to the base’s center (2) and where rebel soldiers were regrouping, seemingly confused by the lack of locks, lights, and the music playing over the base speaker system.

 

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Ashla moved through the narrow corridor that seemed to lead deeper into the prison, rain still dripping down from her montrals, hissing into puff of steam as the droplets fell on the lit blades held by her side. She waved her hand to open the door that opened into the chamber beyond (room 4), and a barrage of blaster bolts greeted her.

She dropped into a crouch and rolled forward, narrowly avoiding getting hit. As she came up on a knee she ripped her cloak off and sent it flying into the air, more shots flying towards it as she rushed to the side with Force assisted speed. As she ran she spotted the soldiers closest to her and charged straight for them. They tried to swing towards her, but she zigged and zagged as she moved, and the shots missed, and then she was amongst them.

She didn't attack though, instead she grabbed a soldier's arm and used it to swing around him, coming to a stop behind him. With her new shield in hand, she started moving towards the nearest soldier. Shots which had been flying towards her started stopping, but they weren't fast enough and more than one bolt slammed into the unfortunate soldier's body. And still she moved, running forward and slamming the convulsing body into his comrade, blade piercing both bodies at once. She pulled the blade out and pushed, sending both bodies flying into another cluster of soldiers. She rushed after the bodies, and started swinging. Within seconds all that was left was a scattering of body parts, and the Togruta standing amongst them, taking long, deep breaths.

 

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Altair heard the distant boom and a tremor that ran through the entire facility. His mind was still in a fog and he felt exceptionally weak. The tiefling ignored it at first, but he heard a lot more commotion in the distance. After a moment there was an audible click at the door to his cell. This was what caused him to slowly look up and blink. The tiefling stared vacantly for a long moment before he continued to hear more shouting and chatter.

After a long pause, he slowly rose up from the solid block that was his ‘bed’. Altair dragged his feet over to the door, leaning in to briefly listen. Just on a whim, he slid his hand down the door to nudge against it. To his shock, the heavy door began to budge. Eyes wide, he pushed until it creaked open. The tiefling peered his head out, looking around to find an empty corridor.

Altair slowly began to walk down the hall, his vision still slightly blurred and his head spinning. He could hear a lot of noise ahead. He began to pass other cell doors that were open and realization set in that all of the prisoners were on the loose.

Meanwhile, in the main levels, the prisoners were all out of their cells. They began to attack the guards and shove them. Some prisoners fought other prisoners in an effort to protect guards to hopefully reduce their sentence time if this turned out well for them.
 

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The Annfyn Sith had reached through the force to grasp at the throat of the Padawan. It was a strong hold, Dimetri could feel the windpipe begin to close, he had never felt this before. Never realized how powerful the force could really be. In this moment he needed to act quickly, he couldn't afford to worry himself and let the lives of others around him perish because he failed to remain calm as he was taught.

So he would force push the Acolyte he was engaged with, with a focused powerful blast. This would cause for the Annfyn to break her hold and defend or to lose her breath as well when the blast hits her abdomen. Dimetri would keep his blade up with his right hand ready to engage in lightsaber combat whenever she made it to him. Either way the hold on his thraot would come loose enough to break and stand ready to defend another choke or to block the attack of a saber. Dimetri would stay back and let the Sith make aggressive mistakes.



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Darth Tiamat

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The woman could feel the chaos that spread like wildfire through the base; it was needless, senseless, and Tiamat was reveling in the darkness. Some of the prisoners who escaped their cells quickly spread their fighting to all parts of the base, it was a free-for-all and Tiamat fueled it further. She suddenly became a target and she used who she could as shields, pulling rebels into the path of blaster bolts, and one was lucky enough to receive an axe through his chest.

The Force coiled under her strength, physically crushing a rather unruly group of beings who decided the woman was more of a threat than they had first realized. One among them stood out, his head covered with a familiar champion's helmet, he managed to scramble away from the screams and crushing bones as Tiamat broke just enough to leave them in their final minutes of suffering. There was no mercy here as they yelled in unison. Another guard thought to get the up on the woman, thinking she was distracted, but he was greatly mistaken as she grasped him mind long enough to convince him to turn his blaster on himself. She stepped forward, crushing his charred head with a forceful step of her boot as she narrowed her focus on the guy with Altair's helmet.

The blubbering idiot was still crawling on the floor until she held in place with the Force; she rolled him over so he would be facing her. The woman grinned and knelt down, removing the helmet and setting it down behind her before standing back up, only to greet him with the stock of her blaster rifle to his face.

Again...
and again...

She tossed the rifle aside before picking up the helmet that she promptly shined the smudges as she continued onward to some stairs, and down she went (area 1).

 

Aadya Rasheer

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Aadya watched as her force attack slammed into the barrier conjured by the Jedi. Unfortunate but not entirely unexpected. Despite nearly all of her interactions with members of the Order resulting in unceremonious beatdowns with Aadya being the one standing with a boot to their throats, she still expected at least a mild amount of competence.

As she closed into melee distance, Aadya couldn't help but feel a tinge of annoyance as the Jedi played purely defensively, moving out of her reach but not launching a counter attack of his own. What was he up to, what was his plan? To simply slow them down?

Taking her own step back while holding her saber defensively, Aadya would channel the darkside through her body as she slammed her foot into the ground. A shockwave of force energy would erupt beneath Hlodovic's feet, looking to knock him off balance and open his guard.

If it did so, Aadya would streak forward and look to end his fight quickly with a saber strike.


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Darth Tempest

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Vahliri’s eyes remained harshly narrowed upon Dimetri as she dashed forward - the anger and Darkness thrumming vibrantly all around her. Every emotion fed directly into the power she wielded - all of her skill and attention dedicated to ending this fight as quickly as possible.

All the same, the half-Annfyn watched as Dimetri thrust his hand forward - the Force gathering there to unleash a focused wave upon her. Abruptly pushing off her right foot, Vahliri veered to the left just as the wave of concussive energy blasted forth - narrowly avoiding getting pushed off her feet or having the wind knocked from her lungs. While she managed to dodge, the abrupt change in direction forced the half-Annfyn to abandon her vice on the Padawan’s throat - freeing his airway before any real damage could be done.

Instead of reaching out with another Force attack, Vahliri held her saber up and continued her dash towards the Padawan - closing that last bit of distance between them. Without a moment of hesitation, she carved her saber in an upward, horizontal swing from left to right - attempting to cleave a molten channel through Dimetri’s left hip and out his right shoulder.

She kept her left arm positioned defensively and close to her center mass - refusing to leave her guard open and prepared for whatever Force or Lightsaber attacks the Mirialan threw her way in response.


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Vex was late, but she arrived in fury.

When she heard of Altair's condition, she had initially been confused by the rush of protective anger that surged through her. It wasn't in her nature to feel particularly defensive of someone. Her way had always been reclusive. But she could not ignore his pain. Not the young man who had been at her side through all the tribulations that had been their mission to Rakata Prime. Besides, prison busting had become a hobby of hers recently.

When she arrived outside the west entrance to the prison, she found that her fellow Sith had already mostly dealt with the guards. Some had accumulated to check on their fallen comrades, only to find themselves in Vex's path. They reacted as any good guard would: pointing their blasters at her. Yelling at her to stay back. But Vex was on a mission and couldn't be bothered with their foolish toys. She had been practicing her magic, and they were going to be her first victims.

She selected one, the one whose mind she felt was fractured by fear, and pushed at him with the Force. From there, the other minds were easy enough to crack. These men were not trained to shield their minds as most Force-users would. What resistance they put up was feeble, easily to brush aside. And when Vex had them all under her spell, she projected a single word into their heads, cold and chilling, and backed by enough murderous intent so that there were no doubts of her intentions if they did not get out of her way.

"Run."

They broke ranks immediately, hauling into the prison and down the hall. With any luck, their terrorized sprints would inspire other obstacles in her way to to think a real monster was coming and join their fleeing compatriots. Those unfortunate enough to find their spine and stay behind would meet a much less tolerant Vex. She didn't know exactly where Altair was, it was hard to feel him in the Force with all the chaos going on inside. But she would find him and free him. He had saved her one too many times on Rakata Prime. And she was not going to fail him now.

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Hlodovic could feel the frustration, the anxiety, the hate rippling from the clearly more experience Sith. She halted her assault and took a step back even as her companion foolishly continued forward. Hlodovic once again could sense Aadya calling upon the corrupting strength of the Dark Side, she intended to attack him again? Hlodovic watched as she lifted her foot and brought it down to stomp, he understood, it was a cunning plan.

Not cunning enough.

The assault was telegraphed, the welling of power betrayed her intentions and allowed for Hlodovic to once again raise his guard. Hlodovic extended two fingers from the hilt of his lightsaber as Aadya’s foot slammed on the ground, the barrier would erect itself beneath Hlodovic and while it wouldn’t be enough to prevent tremors echoing up from the ground, it would prevent the assault from impacting his defensive posture.

This time however, Hlodovic wouldn’t simply step back and disengage. An opportunity had presented itself. The clearly more inexperienced Sith had positioned herself poorly between two adversaries, she was too eager for the kill. Once she had covered the distance, leaving her Sith Master behind, Hlodovic would drop to a single knee and lean his torso forward slightly and towards Dimetri. This would place Vahl between him and her Aadya. With his blade horizontal in the typical Soresu ready pose, Hlodovic would grip the hilt with his free hand and thrust.

The strike was aimed to go beneath the younger woman’s strike, punching home in her gut. While typically the edge of his blade would barely reach the young woman, he had a surprise the Sith weren’t prepared for and that he revealed it in this haunting moment.

*Click*

The sound of the dual phase switch on his lightsaber flicking. In an instant his lightsaber’s emitter would pulse through an addition two Kyber crystals. In response the quills on his cross guard styled hilt would flare to life in order to port the extra plasma, providing him some measure of defense should Aadya come across the room and around Vahl’s body for an assault.

The yellow blade would extend from 97 cm in length to 137 cm in length, bringing the poor unfortunate woman well within striking range. Given the momentum of her attack, and the positioning of her blade, the blow would be unexpected and mortal.

There would be no build up of energy, there would be no telegraphed assault, just a smooth thrust and an unexpected extension of the lightsaber blade occurring in a fluid motion.

This was no disarming strike, it was not a maneuver meant to buy space or force the Sith back. It was intended to kill. Hlodovic would purge another vector for the Dark Side, one less carrier of that terminal disease to stain the Force and oppress the Galaxy.

Regardless of if the blade found purchase or not, Hlodovic would follow through and bring his blade out and towards his left, the woman’s right. It would either exit from the side of her torso or it would simply return to a guarded position. Regardless, with Vahl between him and Aadya, he was less concerned about a frontal assault.

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