Malus Sa'vath
Standing before you is a 6 foot tall humanoid, he is wearing what appears to be Mandalorian battle armor. The armor is all black except the faceplate that is a Blood red color. Around the waist is an armored battle belt with a blaster and Lightsaber. Slung over the back is a black cloak with a hood.
__________ Darth Malice ______________________________________
Vilkata
A tall man of 6'3 and bulky frame greets your eyes, body firm and tight, his skin is black with the numerous scars of an oft beaten man His eyes are hard, aged beyond their years by a struggle to survive, and by an inner fire that seems to consume every part of him. His dress is that of a Thethu Sith Warrior being used as a shock troop, clan symbol proudly displayed on the breastplate of the black armor suit he wears that covers much of his body, long hair tied back in a pony-tail. A huge two-handed sword, like the great broadswords of hold, hangs sheathed on his back, looking like a sword that could easily weigh 60 pounds
Rruka
A smallish Trianii is this rather cheery black and white feline. His eyes are a brilliant greenish gold hidden in a black cap that extends around the top of his head. A white blaze is perfectly positioned between his eyes. His lower face is purest white except for his black nose and a few large freckles of black around his chin. His fur appears slightly long but baby fine. Other markings are hidden beneath a tunic of a soft slate gray. White hands appear out of the folds of the darker slate robe. Blacker freckling shows on the clawed fingers. A few blotches appear on the wrists. At his small feline feet are soft boots that soften his step and give him a more civilized look. His black ears have a slight tuft to them. His whiskers are bright white and stand out on the black cap pattern of his head fur.
Achlan
This short figure is dressed in the black robes of a Sith Initiate, plain and unadorned other than a silver brooch bearing the insignia of the Thethu clan. The hood is pulled forward so that his head is completely hidden from view, while his hands are covered by black leather gloves, and his feet with black leather boots. In each hand, he carries a silvery metal club shaped like a nightstick.
Coronet Spaceport -- Coronet Corellia
Situated in on the edge of town in a fairly flat part of Corellia's landscape, this broad open spaceport is abuzz with constant activity. Ships of all sizes and designs constantly land and take off from this spot, carrying its passenger and cargo to their appointed destinations. Surrounding the spaceport are thick blast walls to protect the farmland surrounding the port. Archways lead outward into the capital city of Coronet.
Rruka stands taw and extends himself a bit to try and sense this danger that the knight feels. Instinctually his tail bushes out and whips back and forth as uncertainty inspires a touch of agitation. What would cause a knight to be on guard? It must not be good and he attempts the focus needed in case he must use his practice blade....hopefully the teething marks on the blade will not interfere with its effectiveness. "I will have to look that up when I get back to the Praxeum..." Remembering that it's hard to fight with stuff in your hands, he puts the stone back in its bag around his neck.
Hmmm...two open Jedi and the other member of the team. The tall black man looks around for a moment from where he stands, just coming in from Meteor Way North with a younger man in Initiate robes with nightsticks. Down the road near the spaceport are Rruka and an unknown Jedi Knight, and even further down, just entering from the Landing Pad, is a dark man with a lightsaber. "Not just yet...not just yet....the commander's not ready." The large man speaking, Vilkata, is carrying a blaster rifle casually, and a large sword strapped across his back. He looks around with eyes that are now glowing blood red almost, and an obvious itch to hurt something.
"Yes, if you are interested, that would be a good idea." Knight Iranar replies to Rruka. The Mon Calamari female's large eyes swivel, regarding the Spaceport with a watchful calm. Whatever is to come, it would not do to anticipate. Instead, one must let the Force guide them, trusting that it will show you when something is to occur, when your efforts will be needed.
Deep within his robes, Achlan pouts. "Master, I don't have one with brown hair and green eyes yet, and you said that I'd be able to add someone to my collection tonight." He scuffs a boot against the pavement in frustration. "I don't see what the point is in coming here if we don't get to play, and you're tough enough to handle the pathetic CorSec enforcers - light, I'd say I can do it."
The dark figure turns his head, his visor pointed at the Trianii, he recognizes the cat like creature from one of his previous visits to Corellia, as memory would serve him, He was some sort of Jedi. One who was drunk on his last meeting....Jedi, so soft. Maybe I should teach him a lesson... With that the Dark Figure lets loose a bolt of mental energy at the cat, enough to disorientate, but not damage. I wonder how the Jedi will handle that one.
Even as the altercation escalates on the edge of the Starport, business goes on as usual. Flights take off and land, their way closely monitored by CorSec authorities. One of the ships, a small sprint freighter, is directed to land not too far from the edge of the Starport where the trouble seems to be brewing. The ship settles down easily onto the tarmac and the engines whine down.
Rruka almost stumbles as he finds his mind feeling like it went through an amusement ride and then came back to his body. Furry paws go to his head and eyes covering them as he attempts to regain his former level of composure. He calls out with confusion, "Knight Iranar..."
Vilkata grins as he watches the going ons, grinning openly and seeming a little antsy as he bounces from foot to foot for a moment, finally deciding rules be shot he's going to start a little fun, barely glancing at the Initiate out of the corner of his eye before mumbling, "Nothing physical, just harass her you understand/ Shake her up a little but don't hurt her yet." He grins and nods, gesturing for the night-stick wielding man to go as Vilkata steps in a little closer to the scene.
"Calm, Acolyte. The Force will help you to find your bearings." Knight Iranar says as she reaches out to the Force, herself. She makes no move, does nothing specific yet. Simply readies herself should these gentlemen try anything else. The Mon Calamari also checks Force presences, to see just how many she will have to deal with, should the situation deteriorate.
With a gleeful little leap, Achlan runs over to the woman he pointed out earlier and stops in front of her. Since she is on her way somewhere, she starts to step around him, but he steps sideways to be in front of her. She steps the other way instead, and he steps again. By this time, she's running out of patience and says, "Excuse me..." but falls silent as Achlan reaches out with his left nightstick and places the end gently on her collarbone at the base of her throat.
The Dark Figure stands watching as the female knight senses out for the possible threats, a thin smile passes underneath his visor as he lets loose a more intense bolt, this time directed at the female...The Smile widens as he sees more of his minions wrecking havoc, or about too. All too easy he thinks. With that he begins to stride toward the Calamari, one hand resting on his lightsaber.
Stepping down the ramp of the sprint freighter, Ashton has already cloaked his Force presence, like he always does when coming to Corellia. His mission was simple: find out more about whether the Prines were attempting to work their way into the good graces of the Hutts now that there was a new leader. What he isn't prepared for is the overwhelming sense of darkness that lashes out at him, even though he is not actively sensing for other presences. Dressed in his street clothes, he doesn't look like a Jedi Knight, and that's on purpose. Closing the ship up behind him, Ashton strides towards the entrance to the main Starport purposefully, unable to sense Rruka or Iranar or any other Force presence, since by probing he'd reveal himself.
Rruka focuses past the pain, past the confusion and grips tightly onto the force. Feeling that he and others may be in danger, the need to protect and guard ingrained in the Trianii lashes out noisily as the feline uses the force to augment his own fierce roar of protest. He might not be the strongest Jedi but he knows that bringing attention onto this attack is probably the LAST thing these men want. And with as much sound he attempted to press into that, he hopes they ALL get a headache. His fur coated hand goes to his blade hilt and is ready to ignite it but not yet....not quite yet since the sight of the weapon out may inspire a fight rather then break it up in this case, "LEAVE!"
Hmmm, this roaring thing is not good, as it does indeed attract a few looks, and just as Rruka puts his hands to his blade Vilkata reaches out his own hand, put not for a weapon, instead twisting and perverting the natural flow of life energy around the Jedi Cat thing as he turns his hand sideways and then slams it into a fist, as if trying to crush a hard can, resulting in the roar getting cut off mid-flow, "Excellent try little one...excellent try." The large man then turns to his Initiate for a brief aside, "For Cabal and the Gods! Do with them what you will!"
Iranar, already attuned to the Force thanks to her preparations, reaches out to block the Force-bolt heading for her. Though she accomplishes this feat, she is not quite capable of both protecting herself -and- stopping the attacks being made on Rruka. Ah, well, can't have it all. "Greetings." She says calmly as the armored figure approaches her. No need to be rude, after all, even though it seems he intends to attack. Meanwhile, she is letting the Force flow through her, readying herself to face multiple attacks. For, there are multiple Sith running about.
Achlan continues his little dance with the woman on the street. "I am a noble of the Sith," he says. "You will speak when you are spoken to - as I can see that you are not a noble." He tilts his head to one side, although with his hood this far forward, the effect is lost. She steps to one side, and Achlan tosses the nightstick in his right hand into the air, using the force to spin it around and put the long end in his hand, the short end now just behind the woman's knee. Then his master gives the order and he says, "Time to learn a little respect." Then with a sharp pull on the stick, he pulls her knee out from under her.
The dark figure stops at the greeting, about 10 meters away from the two. Knowing he has given away his position, to him these Jedi are nothing, why waste my time. But he knew the answer and needed to do this. His darkly armored arm reaches out and attempts to lift a passerby off the ground and hurl him at the two Jedi. Gone are any thoughts of keeping this quiet. "Your Republic has broken our trust, and forsaken the pact you have with our clan. Now you will know the punishment."
Ashton catches that last part of the Sith's comment as he appears up the ramp from behind the more powerful Force user. Ah well, can't have innocents getting hurt now, can we? As soon as Malus throws the passerby and right before impact, the passerby suddenly slows and lands onto the ground before the two Jedi without making contact and without being hurt. "If you have a grievance, sir, might I suggest you take it up with the Republic Senate? These two did not break a pact with you and have not earned your anger," Ashton says in a spooky voice from behind the Master. His saber is nowhere to be seen, but then again, he's almost fifteen feet behind the Sith. Plenty of time to bring it out if needed. As well, it seems by helping the passerby, he has revealed his Force presence and his full power is easily readable by Malus. It gets stronger as Ashton reaches out with the Force and channels some of that power to Rruka, expecting Iranar to be strong enough to fend for herself.
Rruka struggles for a moment as his flow of air is rudely and frighteningly cut off. The taste of blood fills his mouth as he bites down on his tongue accidentally. Kicking and flailing for the moment. Okay this is decidedly a BAD situation. So he focuses on getting this idiot to let go. So thinking quickly he decides to try a useful trick. A look of fear is feigned on his face as he stares at what hopefully becomes a Krayt dragon with its mouth open, saliva dripping from its teeth and perhaps the sound of its breathing....well its either that thing breathing or its Rruka's gasping. Yes, someone has spent too much time at the holo zoo.
"Master, deal with the stronger one....I shall take care of the lessers." With that Vilkata begins slowly moving forward, trying hard to maintain that grip on Rruka's throat in his mind, even as he approaches the Calamari slowly. He creeps closer and closer as he watches a Krayt dragon materialize out of nowhere in the middle of the street. "What....next time Cub try something a little more realistic, convincing...if this is the best the Jedi can do then taking the planet will be no problem." The Large Dark One actually stops to chuckle, laughing deeply at Rruka as his eyes glow a burning blood red, and he takes aim with the blaster rifle and fires towards the larger threat, the Calamari.
Yeah, try to shoot a Jedi, that's smart. Surely Sith know about the joys of 'pull?' Iranar reaches out through the Force, to yank at the blaster. Not completely out of his hands, not yet. First she will divert the shot so that it will go whizzing past and not into her body. Once Iranar has done that, she reaches out through the Force to try and yank the blaster away, to throw it off into the port somewhere. If she can disarm the long range weapon, she can then think about helping Rruka.
As the woman falls to the ground in front of Achlan, he lashes out with the other nightstick, catching her painfully in the stomach. She cries out in pain, a cry that is heard by a tall man in the crowd nearby. "Hey!" he calls, lunging forward to overpower the small cloaked figure. Achlan grins as he senses the man's anger and steps to one side, attempting to catch the man behind the knee with one of his sticks. But this man is not going down so easily and is almost on top of him when Achlan powers himself into the air, flying over the man's head and landing just behind him, taking the opportunity to land on top of an innocent passer-by.
The Darkly armored Sith turns from his path and faces the newcomer, his visor masking his dark grin. "So another of you traitors, you will feel Darth Cabal's anger as well." With that he reaches out with a hand and lifts 6 of the fleeing people off the ground. "Your government has done this, You are nothing in the eyes of my clan, and shall die." The dark Sith's Lightsaber springs to life in his other free hand, the crimson color blade springing forth. "Save them if you can."
"Your clan," Ashton says, backing up a step as the Sith turns to face him. His eyebrow arches slightly, "Thethu, if I'm not mistaken." Ashton reaches out with the Force, not moving his arms, to calm the fears of those around them. The Sith fed from this anger, he knew, and that wasn't a good thing. "Lord Cabal," Ashton goes on, bowing his head slightly and already stepping back again as he prepares to defend himself if necessary. His weapon is still not visible. "We have no quarrel with you..." he says evenly. As the people are still held above ground, he doesn't use the Force to free them as that would take too much of his concentration.
Rruka sees the Sith spawn attacking innocent people. Now here's someone MUCH more his level. He frowns, "It isn't nice to step on people....I suggest you get off." However the Sith isn't given time to comply or deny for the next thing that Rruka does is raise his hands and hopefully help push the little Sith along, "Go find some less sentient toys..." Unfortunately if he does succeed he might be a little rough.
A strong grunt is given from Vilkata as the Blaster rifle flies from his hand, and he pushes out his anger and rage towards near-by pedestrians, even as he focuses his eyes on the Mon Calamari...the Initiate can deal with the Acolyte himself. However, the force does not respond well, and though the perverted life energies twist and swell around them, it doesn't do what he intends (although it probably does stir up more fear and panic) and this fact more than any other enrages the large man, power leaking out of those blood red and unnatural eyes as he advances on the Calamari, "Prepare to defend yourself!" He spits and continues his advance, though he makes no move for a weapon, seeming intent on his bare hands.
Iranar moves her lightsaber to where she can easily pull it from her belt, though for now she does not draw or ignite. The Calamari's muscles tense, and she readies herself to leap out of the way. For naturally this Sith intends to attack. For now, however, she is content to ready herself and of course, try to get those six innocents down without harm. So though she does not actually move physically, she is busy reaching through the Force to try and gently drop the Corellians back onto solid ground.
Achlan registers a dark force energy of hatred and violence coming at him as he dances through the crowd, spinning his clubs into those people that haven't managed to run far enough away yet. But he has had plenty of practice at being attacked using Sith powers, and reaches into that energy, disrupting it and feeding it back into the source. Hmm, this one is calm like the Jedi inquisitor, but not as calm as her. The negative energies flow chaotically into the Jedi's aura as Achlan distractedly fends off another member of the crowd.
The Dark Sith does not even flinch at the sudden pull of the people from his grasp, instead he transfers his attention to the newcomer. "Well I have a quarrel with you." With that he uses his dark power to throw the blaster rifle on the ground at the newcomer while slowly approaching, lightsaber drawn.
Ashton lifts his right hand, deflecting the blaster away to skitter across the spaceport ground. His face hardens visibly. Well, if this was the way it was to be - he couldn't let the Sith hurt anymore people. Then again, as long as his attention was on the Knight, fewer people were in danger. The Jedi is not aggressive, but neither is he a fool. A steel-blue cylinder appears in his left hand but does not ignite as he steps back a few more steps. He reaches out with the Force to draw upon its power. "Certainly there can be a peaceable solution, Lord ..." That name sounds vaguely familiar but he cannot place it. Neither has he met this one before, so he wouldn't recognize him. He has only met one of the two Prine brothers enough to know him or his Force presence, yet he also senses deception. Back stepping once more, he then stops, setting into a defensive posture, lightsaber still not ignited.
Rruka isn't in a good mood at all. He finds he can't focus on using any of his powers. He growls a bit fiercely and since he can't be effective as a Jedi acolyte...then he'll be fiercesome as a Trianii by way of Jedi warrior. He suddenly ignites the lightsaber. Maybe this will get the attention of the attacking Sith.
From his place near the Mon Calamari, Vilkata launches a wicked combination of right hook for her head as he pulls his right leg up to follow the motion, attempting to hook behind her foot and drop her...he grins wickedly as the move is started, even as he breathes deeply and slowly, controlling his own focus on one thing....kill the Jedi.
And the move Vilkata tries would be so beautiful...that is, if Iranar hadn't sensed him coming and used a simple, non-force aided back flip to propel her backwards. She lands with a soft thump a few feet back, watching the Sith approach without taking her chance to attack. Course, that doesn't mean she relaxes even a smidge, either physically or through the Force. "Come now. I ask for you to stop." And there it is- he can choose to be peaceful, which is so unlikely, or he can attack and Iranar will just have to defend.
As the crowd moves away from him, Achlan delivers a short, swift blow to the woman who was starting to lift herself off the ground. "Stay right there, or I'll kill you," he whispers to her, but the force carries the whisper quite clearly into her ears. Then he looks around, this game is getting boring, he needs another... then he sees a maintenance panel, there's bound to be something interesting on the other side of that. With a flick of his mind, he throws the panel open to reveal a set of controls. Then he turns and throws the nightstick in his left hand into the air, wrapping the force around it to send it flying into the panel. But he has pushed himself too hard and his grip fails. The nightstick drops to the ground uselessly. In his frustration, he is not aware of the Jedi moving swiftly through the crowd towards him until the cat has entered the clear space. Here's trouble.
The Dark Sith grins under his helmet, so stubborn these Jedi, not prone to the glory of combat. "What's the matter Jedi, cat got your tongue? I can get you a cats tongue." The obvious threat directed at the Trianii. in the Distance an alarm is heard, apparently some of the fleeing civilians have alerted CorSec. the Dark Sith continues to smile as the fear of the crowd washes over him, the anger of the Trianni, soon there will be more carnage. Soon the CorSec will arrive and the battle will begin, soon many will die. "Soon you will know the glory of Thethu."
Ashton senses the growing anticipation of the Sith and recognizes that he needs to get this one as far away from the others as possible. So again, he begins stepping backwards into the short tunnel that leads to the main landing pad. "Oh, I've already met your Thethu family, Prine," he says with an arrogant defiance. For certainly, only a Prine could reach up within the clan to become as powerful a Lord as Ashton could detect this one to be, so he naturally assumes the Sith to be related to the brothers. "It's amusing that a padawan bested one of your warriors in combat. One of your family even..." And Ashton continues stepping back into and through the tunnel. The Sith has a choice. Pursue Ashton or turn his back to the Knight to deal with the growing scene in the spaceport.
Rruka has been swiftly approaching and now this other being must be stopped before MORE are injured. Not trusting his ability to call the force to use other skills, he decides that he must do something to persuade the little Sithie to play nice again. Sword ignited he brings it in a direct attack toward the young Sith type person.
She just stands back? Just flipped over his combo like it was nothing! This is TOO MUCH! "Fine, protect them now Jedi!!!!" The Large Dark One's eyes flash out brilliant blood red, and start sending flickering chain's of hot dark force energy flying every which way, concentrating his fire on the few civilians still running around, but also aiming hard for some only now spotted fuel canisters near-by...let's get some fire involved in this scene! "Protect them NOW!!!"
The dark Sith lowers his saber, "So you've met the both Prines, and lived..." He is following the Jedi down the tunnel. "You are not worth the trouble." Knowing he would have to face him one day, but if the Prines had let him live it must be for a reason, I must draw him away so the minions can do their job.
Ashton continues backing up and finally, disappears as he steps out of the tunnel and to the side. A snap-hiss is heard as he continues backing away from the tunnel and out of sight and hearing range, Malus stalking close after him.
Achlan looks up from kicking the woman on the ground just in time to see a lightsaber slicing straight down at his head. He dances to his right, but too slowly by a mile, and his world explodes into pain - something very bad has just happened to his left hand, but there is no time for that now. Moving past his dropped nightstick, he reaches down for it, and realizes what the problem is - there's no hand at the end of his left arm anymore. With a scream of rage, he focuses all of his hatred, pain and rage into a blast of force power aimed at Rruka's chest.
Iranar flicks her right wrist slightly, and the drums full of flammables scoot a foot or so out of the range of the lightning. There. But now she's got something else to deal with- escalating violence. So, the dark gray lightsaber is withdrawn, and an emerald green blade ignites, quickly. Then, without pause, the Knight takes one step forward, saber readying for an attack.
"HOW...DARE...YOU!" The Dark One's eyes flash again, burning hot pain and anger and fury pouring from his sockets to zip towards the Mon Calamari, seeking to overwhelm his defenses, to blow past his blocks, to drive him to his knees in agony, these are the goals of the evil man, though it is not yet certain how well he accomplishes this, and yet he rages on as he stands wide, arms flexed in front of him as he's crouched over in a pose of bestial aggression, "HOW DARE YOU STILL DEFY US!"
Rruka growls at Achlan, "You could have stopped this AND your pain if you had only listened. But you follow the dark side. A side that forces you to destroy. You however need to learn what the light side is....what path you SHOULD be following. Perhaps a healing would bring you toward the right path. Or perhaps you need to feel the love of the light....the caring that a Jedi feels every day of his life. The safety of knowing peace and tranquility." And this is what the young acolyte attempts to use as his weapon to confuse the Sith. He releases his energy in the form of love for his fallen brother and lets him feel the joys of the Jedi family.
Zap. Ouchies. The Jedi does not cry out, though naturally with the electricity surging through her body she can't really attack. Even with the pain she does not lose her calm, though. The Force is calm and peace, and this Knight is fully in tune with the Force, even now.
The Jedi is staggered back, and so an opening for a vicious combo of blows is made towards the Calamari, sweeping in with a blur of arms and legs as he tries to cover every escape the being might have, roaring as he goes in with sheer animal abandon, no human white at all showing in his eyes now, only the blind blood red of rage.
Despite his failure to throw Rruka across the street, Achlan's mind is extremely active. Rruka's effort to flood Achlan with positive emotion in unsuccessful, as Achlan's highly trained mind simply takes the energy of Rruka's attack and adds it to the power of the whirlpools racing through his mind. But still, if the Jedi is concerned with the welfare of others, that provides opportunities. He reaches out with the force to the woman on the ground, wrapping the force around her to drag her into his arm.
And so the attack comes. The flip worked so well last time, but now she's just not so able to leap about. Lightning and all. But the lightsaber, the lightsaber is there. So Iranar swipes the lightsaber at his torso, aiming to do that nice 'chop in half' thing that is really, really fatal.
Rruka shakes his head and reaches his hand up, gripping hold of his force powers again, "No my brother, we do not need to involve the public in our quarrels....I am sorry but I must stop you from attempting further harm....." He raises his blade again and goes for another swipe at his foe. Great sorrow fills him for the moment as he feels that the only way to stop the Sith is to stop this one permanently. "Your inability to stop fighting is your weakness. As a Jedi you would have learned much." He keeps his temper calm despite the act he feels he must commit.
Whoop! The man pulls back from his combos of moves and attacks as the lightsaber sweeps through a couple of times, the woman scores a hit on his arm, scorching the flesh and causing a nice burn, though it seems upon inspection like mostly a shallow burn and the arm seems still usable if in pain. Vilkata tosses out a kick in the opening, just as the lightsaber flashes back through again, barely pulling his leg back in time to avoid getting it chopped off and losing his balance, falling backwards and coming up in a roll a few feet away and holding his arm as he grits his teeth.
Iranar does something perhaps unexpected from a Jedi, perhaps not. Drawing the calm of the Force into herself, she rushes at Vilkata with the lightsaber ablaze. She feints a swing, but at the last moment she deactivates and slams the object at Vil's temple, using the Force to steady herself as she skids to a halt.
Achlan has to back off quickly as Rruka swings his lightsaber at him. The evasion is mostly successful, but he's unable to pull the nightstick back as fast as the rest of himself, and the weapon is sliced in half. Cursing, he hurls the handle at Rruka's face before running into the crowd, reaching out with his good hand to grab one of them by the neck and spin them around for use as a shield.
Rruka feels sharp edge of the weapon strike his head. There is pain for the moment but he doesn't go down. "Why can't you make this easy....." Ick. Is that blood he feels in his fur....does anyone know how hard blood is to get out of white fur? He bounds after the fleeing Sith and attempts to pounce tackle the Sith before he can hurt anyone. Unfortunately it brings him dangerously close to the Sith but People must be protected.
The Dark one is hit, THWAP! Spinning around and around before falling to one knee, struggling to look up as he focuses all this hatred and anger and sense of impotence into one blinding blast of light towards the Jedi Knight, only to watch it harmlessly splatter without effect, not harming anything, "By Ragnos will NOTHING go right for me tonight!" The Sith yells this and beats his fist on the ground in frustration, even as those barrels that he was zapping earlier explode, lighting a near-by ship on fire and several vendor kiosk fronts, sending debris scattering and setting an eerie red glow over the spaceport. Apparently some of that lightning had hit some near-by papers and trash, which in all the commotion slowly burnt its way to a hole in one of the bottoms of the barrels. Vilkata? Just stares dumbly towards the Jedi knight before slowly looking around, careful to keep one eye on the Calamari even as he surveys the sudden change in scene with a glazed look, now that was unexpected.
"Wow." Iranar says, before shrugging and hefting the lightsaber for another blow. "You done or am I going to have to hit you again?" The Mon Calamari Knight queries, and though the statement may sound cocky and joking, she means it in a very serious way. She is still tapped into the Force, calm as ever.
Achlan places his hand on a man's shoulder just as Rruka smashes into him from behind, knocking him to the ground. Cursing wildly, he kicks at the Trianii, but his legs are immobilized by the other's strength and weight. Summoning everything he has, he takes every piece of energy in his mind, every piece of fear from those surrounding him and directs it through his foot into Rruka's body. If this blow doesn't knock his attacker away, then he will be defenseless.
Rruka cries out as he is launched away from Achlan. He lands roughly against a wall and struggles for breath and footing. He's not able to attack immediately but attempts to give chase again. "Stop! *cough!*"
Achlan rises to his feet as fast as he can and staggers into the crowd. Desperately giving everything he has, he swings his right fist and his left stump at anyone who gets in his way. "Master!" he screams, "I am outmatched! Help me!" Oh dear, he thinks as he struggles through the crowd - calling for help is a sure and certain way to be left behind, as a lesson if nothing else.
The large black Sith slowly stands up, looking around at the scene, people running or hurt everywhere, at least one ship destroyed and several small shops, a general war-zone...looks like this should be good enough. The man looks over to the Calamari very, very tiredly and he whispers, though the force carries that whisper to Iranar's ears easily, "Go jump off a cliff somewhere or something." With that the man walks on, "Initiate, I do believe it's time for us to get out of here, a tactical retreat is in order...and the Lord has taken care of the main mission....we have sufficed." And so the man continues, advancing on Iranar and even as he draws close Dark Force Lightning flashes out from his body, overtaking the Calamari with a rage and power that Vilkata hasn't approached all night, all his frustration and anxiety coming to a boil, seeking to rend Ira to pieces with it. Oh, but what's this? The Knight left her lightsaber up, but off, he reaches behind his back swiftly and draws his sword, bringing it around in the same motion in a fantastic arc mean to separate the Knight's head from her body, even as he looks to the fleeing Achlan, "Weakling." Oh yes, this definitely means punishment later....he will give a glance to see his attack work it's magic on the Knight, assuming it even hits. Whether it does or not though he only takes time - time to confirm, choosing not to press the issue if the Knight evaded yet again, instead turning to run off after Achlan, to meet at the assigned place.
The Knight attempts a dodge, lifting then lightsaber weakly to deflect as she steps backwards. Yeah. Still didn't save Iranar, for her strength is waning thanks to the lightning. Her lightsaber is pushed aside by the encroaching blade, but the step back saves her from beheading. Instead, the sword cleaves a great gash into the Mon Calamari's chest. Ouch. Iranar hits her knees, and then falls to the ground, oozing blood and wheezing.
Rruka runs, not realizing yet that his knight escort has been injured. He strives to catch the acolyte fleeing from him and pounces, "You are coming back with me!" His speed is great as it should be for a hunting cat.
Achlan just can't compete with this cat for speed or strength and is knocked to the ground yet again. Somehow, he manages to remain conscious as the pain and the shame and everything floods his mind, but there is no way that he can contain all of these energies, so he focuses them into another blast at Rruka. With luck, this attack will give him enough time to get back on his feet and make it to the rendezvous point.
Vilkata turns and slows in his efforts as he hears the cat's yell, turning to watch Achlan get dropped AGAIN by the weakling cub thing...argh this is getting so FRUSTRATING. The large man turns with a slow grunt, and starts making his way back to the pair.
Rruka feels the force strike him yet again painfully. He strikes a pole this time with enough force to be gasping for breath. But still the cat looks like he's going to give chase yet again. Pain in his side gives indication of a possibly cracked rib.
Achlan climbs to his feet and screams, "Leave! Me! Alone!" With each word, he draws all of his hatred and determination into a force attack into Rruka's body - in his imagination, he sees Rruka smashing into people, through windows and into that stall that he noticed earlier - but he can't see what really happens, his rage and frustration have blinded him completely.
Well one thing he is good at is timing. Ashton reappears from the tunnel leading out to the landing pad. His lightsaber is no longer ignited but it is in his hand. Not a single wound or bruise on him. He stalks towards the Acolyte with a single objective. To end this. He doesn't even glance at Iranar's fatally- wounded body. He knows she's dead - he felt her death through the Force. He doesn't speed up or announce himself vocally. He just stalks, and through the Force, unleashes a massive channeling of the Force to Rruka. And clearly announces his presence to both the Sith Warrior and Initiate.
Rruka didn't have problems with the earlier fight but now this is dragging on quite a bit. He feels the impact with that one gentleman...that wasn't too bad. The sharp edges of glass that came next were rather harsh. He feels blood on his fur again and rends in his skin but that stall really hurt! OH pain....what a world of it he has experienced. He gags on the taste of blood and gives a feral snarl for the moment. Managing to get to his feet he focuses on a final blast. If that one is escaping....it's not going to be of his own movement.
Achlan turns with a snarl away from Rruka and continues his staggering run away from this fight and towards safety. Rruka's attack simply washes through him, his presence is so frayed and chaotic that the force blast goes straight through him without noticeable effect. Grinding his teeth, he musters the forces of his hate and tries to turn it into a blazingly fast escape, but the frayed aura that protected him refuses to focus for that effort.
Vilkata nods his head in approval as he reaches out to protect Achlan, and finds his efforts needless, instead some of the force energy diffuses through this channel and he's hit, though only slightly. Just enough to thump him in the chest, and the Dark One just shakes his head and sighs, tonight...has not been his night. He turns and jogs alongside his Initiate, "Hurry along! Hurry along and out of here now, we can still escape while the Jedi tend to the wounded laying about...it will once again prove to be their weakness." He tries his best to infuse some force power into Achlan...hoping to speed the man along.
Rruka gasps through his bruised and battered lungs. He finds his hold on the force rather sparse at this point and he tries to make it over to where the Mon Calamari lies. Tears well in the bruising gold eyes.
"Rruka," Ashton says, his voice carrying through the Force to the Acolyte. "Let them go..." The Knight is tempted to give them both a little shove on their way, but he refrains. He continues towards the Trianni, slowing his step slightly. There were wounded to tend to for sure. As well as taking care of Iranar's body.
"Yes master," Achlan gasps, running as fast as he can, which is a gentle jog for the much larger lord he is following. "Next time *gasp* I'd like to *gasp* play somewhere *gasp* they don't have Jedi." With that, he focuses on running again, but makes a mental note to come back and get that woman - if he can find her again, she'll make an excellent addition to his collection.
Vilkata infuses a little bit of the force energy he has left into Achlan to keep him going, and then chuckles a bit, though exhausted he is as well, "I fully agree Initiate, I fully agree..." And with that they are lost off into the darkness of the night.
Rruka reaches the dead knight's side and reaches forward with his soft paws to close her great eyes. Tears still flow for the moment and he then looks back at Ashton and nods, "We need to help the others first." Despite the fact he's bleeding in a few spots and in pain, he slowly tries to get to a fallen woman to help her by assessing her condition.
Ashton arrives over the body of Iranar shortly after Rruka does. He knows how the Acolyte feels. He too had watched a Knight fall and had been helpless to save them. "Rruka, carry her to the ship. It's the Aegis - just to the right of the tunnel. I'll tend to the wounded." He lays a hand reassuringly on the Trianni's shoulder and emits a healing power into Rruka's body. It isn't completely, but it rejuvenates the Acolyte's strength.
Rruka is stopped by Ashton's words and touch. He then turns back to Iranar and ever so gently gets his paws under her to hoist her greater weight up. At this moment he wishes that he could heal....not that it would have helped these wounds. "I'm sorry Iranar. I...I'll get my saber finished soon and make sure I bring it to you to see as soon as its done." A soft emotion filled voice speaks low to the fallen knight.
As Rruka takes care of Iranar's body, Ashton moves away to the woman Rruka was on his way to help. They would be busy tonight helping these people, but between he and the Acolyte, everyone would be helped. Medics were already arriving on scene along with CorSec. Maybe it wouldn't take all night. The Knight does not falter though, continuing on his task of helping others.
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