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Another com-message addressed to the Sith Master, Darth Mavenger from a loyal Hutt apprentice “I see, my Lordy master that you left me on read and didn’t respond. It seems that most don’t tend to actually respond to my messages, so I’m not that offended, but anyway, I will be scouting and or taking over a planet for the Sith Empire. I know that Sith Masters desire…. Initiative in their students." The scene cuts to a blindfolded Hutt holding a dart before a map of Unaffiliated or Rebel-Held planets. The Hutt tosses a dart, missing the map completely. “Well scouting the Unknown Regions is a silly Thrawn-ish sort of thing to do.” Another dart thrown, landing on Mon Calamari. “Hm. This planet seems cliché at this point, and I know the Sith consider the cliché anathema” Yet another dart thrown, this one landing on the Sullest system in the Rebel-Held Brema sector, in the heart of the Rimma Trade route. The Hutt nodded with a smile that showed absolute trust. Throwing darts truly allowed for the Force to act. “Ahh, Sullest, that volcanic wasteland of those multi-jowled rodent-like creatures. Thankfully, I have enough jowls to fit in!” The commlink cuts off.

The White Death fell from the dazzling embrace of hyperspace, falling into the darkness of realspace in a rush of twisting light. Its pilot, the Revanchist Eleison gazed upon the jungle planet below with critical eyes. The rhythm of the system was wrong, so wrong. The Azanti’s probiscis twitched and weaved as she attuned herself to the Force. She tasted the force, breathing it in and letting it surround her. The Krayt stirred within, and her skin flushed with warmth. Ysgithyrwyn Mwynfawr loved this place. There was a primeval tone that stirred amongst the stars, ancient in its power, a rippling echo of long-dead things. Newer evils had come, treading the same paths of primordial ones. Sith atrocities. She breathed in a breath of the recycled, hollow air and dove her ship towards the emerald planet. The rhythm began to change as she approached, and she could almost feel the stinging heat and humidity upon her skin. There were currents here, dark songs reflected in the clouds. She was drawn by the cry of souls. The Force tore the world before, the claws of a mighty storm ripping across the hull of The White Death with the shriek of rending metal. The Sith and their Storms. Kyrie smiled, feeling the control yoke become unresponsive in her grasp. She let the ship go, watching as the yoke began to spasm as the ship began lulling death spiral, caught in the uncaring hands of a dark current. The Jedi flipped her spear from her back as the ship’s spinning increased, igniting it in a flourish, cutting way free from the dying ship and letting the humid air catch her. The Jedi bent her body, letting the current of air carry her in the wake of her broken ship as it spiraled towards the atrocities below. The White Death smashed into a portion of cleared jungle, in what had formally been a subsistence farm. Kyrie breathed out, letting her own rhythm expand and release the bonds of gravity, slowing her fall into a diving dance amongst the smoke and ruin. Her soft leather boots touched the tilled earth and she allowed gravity to slip its bonds onto her flesh again. She breathed in another breath and gasped in horror as she looked around. Bodies were everywhere, broken and torn by the dark side of the Force. Raw emotion poured into the Force, remnants of passing souls who had tried to resist the Sith and had died in droves. She could see them, the souls of men, women, and children watching the carrion fall upon their bodies. Nail-bitten fingers ran through the rosary on her wrist as tears welled in her eyes, reflecting the light of the fires before running and tumbling down her young face to mix into the dirt and blood at her feet. Her probiscis twitched, and even Ysgithyrwyn Mwynfawr’s rhythm was that of shame and sadness. Her hand rested on the corpse of a child, feeling the wounds in the Force, and their reflection upon the flesh. “You tried to resist them… But even in your… Innocence they spared no one.” The Imperial Knight reflected her songs into the wind, mirroring the wound in the force she could feel. A Song of Sorrow.

Kadi was only briefly thankful that Leena had launched the shockwave before she landed. That thankfulness evaporated when the Sith unleashed the dark energies that she's been collecting, launching electrified explosions in every direction. She barely had a moment before one of the arcs landed mere feet away from her, sending her sprawling across the ground as the impact severely burnt her leg. She was in a bad place- she didn't have a choice anymore. Her leg was too injured to fight on foot. Calling on Juro through their link, she gave the command that he had been waiting so patiently for as he drew the Rancor away from the fight. Juro leapt to the side as the Rancor swung his club with a roar, taking advantage of the slow action to charge. Not at the Rancor- his master had no intention of killing the dominated beast. It wasn't fighting of its own accord, the anger and violence that it displayed now largely due to the Sith's interference. Indeed, Kadi had always intended to release the Rancor from its pain, not burden the beast with more. The Acklay took the opportunity to run right past the Rancor, taking advantage of its speed and the surprise to barrel towards Kadi. She reached up as he whipped past, grabbing one of his spikes and using it to pull herself upon him as he charged the Sith. She reignited her saber- Now was where she showcased what could happen when one worked with nature, rather than dominating it. Understood its wildness and violence, rather than trying to control it. They attacked in tandem- Juro struck with his front legs, the sharp blades spelling a gruesome death if the Sith was caught bey them, followed by the gnashing of his serrated teeth towards their opponent's head. As Juro leaned down for the bite, Kadi struck out with her spear once more, towards the Sith's chest, taking advantage of its length to strike from the safety of her Acklay's back. They had fought together many times. Whether it was the wilderness of Felucia, or the pirates of Tatooine, Kadi and Juro had fought together for years, and this monsterous woman, who held no remorse in her heart for the people she had slain, who had shown nothing but disdain for the nature that Kadi cared for so wholeheartedly, would not be what ended either of them. ((3, very good duel y'all.))

𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖋𝖚𝖗𝖞 Though her spear tasted the blood of its foe, it was not a lethal strike as desired. The Mon Calamari leaped away even as the Zabrak flew above with a strike that bit deep into Qaela's left shoulder sending another jetting burst of pain throughout her body. Even as she turned her body to engage her horned foe, she could feel the power building up within the other. Instinctively, she knew she needed to get a way from whatever it was and started to withdraw, but not quite fast enough. That gathered power released and a large wave of energy rippled outward throwing Qaela up and away from any further attacks against or from the Zabrak. Rather than fight the wave, Qaela rode it until she landed against a spongy fungal cap that had been uprooted by the Jedi's destructive power. She was impressed at the scope of the power, but it was not enough to end things. The dark witch found herself now nearly forty meters from her Jedi foes and that suited her well for now. The smaller windstorms holding the continually expelling tear gas that she had formed a short time before were gaining strength, but were now not directly controlled by her any longer. The Light was still present, that much Qaela could feel, but there were now some major taints to that light. All around the Force gifted trio, scores of beings were fighting and dying. Pain ripped through a Sith commando as his shoulder was ripped apart by a blaster bolt and his life began to fade. Others of his comrades were also falling, as were the furry creatures attacking them. This did not surprise the Sith because she knew the truth: with all life eventually came death. It was inevitable, and it was a natural part of the universe that Jedi seemed to rebel against and attempt to delay over and over again. They embraced life, but eschewed its balance of death. Qaela didn't. Life and death were two parts of the same coin, each necessary for the other to exist. Where the Jedi brought life and tried to stop death, the Sith would counter that unnatural state and bring forth death to provide the Balance of Nature. Reaching out to the surrounding jungle, beyond the areas contaminated by the unnatural concentration of Light, Qaela began summoning the natural balance of that life and death cycle. Everywhere here, things were living and dying both, but for now, she would need to draw more heavily upon death to counter the abomination done by this Jedi. Those soldiers fighting provided an easy source of death, but there was also the jungle itself with everything from flies being caught in the web of spiders, small rat like creatures falling prey to feline predators, and even the normally harmless herbivores ripping up and consuming plant life. This energy, which some may call "Dark" was simply the natural cycle of life and Qaela was going to use it for her own will. Pain of her own rippled from her thigh and shoulder as she drew upon the windstorms that she had already summoned and fueled them with further power. Those windstorms were originally following the two Jedi, but when they leaped in the air and came very close, the two mashed together into a single entity becoming a small but growing tornado. Qaela was a Master of the Sith among the highest of the Empire, she had summoned tremendous amounts of energy before and created thunderstorms that ravaged hundreds of square kilometers in the past. She didn't have the time to summon that much power, but she only needed to devastate a hundred square meters or so. Harsh winds began sucking everything inward to a point roughly between the two Jedi, sucking in both more of the tear gas and increasing until it was like a tornado. The fungal jungle had a great deal of warm, moist air below and the air being drawn in by her funnel was much cooler creating the ionization needed for her purpose. She leaned on her spear as energy poured through her, fueling and directing this terrible storm of energy. With a whimper, the rancor knew something was wrong and for a brief moment, it looked as though he would flee. Instead, drawn by the dark energy Qaela was expelling, he raised his makeshift club above his tusked head, let out a battle cry, and charged against the spider crab swinging his weapon down to crush its opponent's head. The energy Qaela had summoned needed releasing, for no being could contain all that she was drawing for long. When she did, massive, brilliant arcs of lightning began slamming into the clearing all around the Jedi and whatever other beings were still fighting in it. This was the fury of Nature, power tapped from the jungle itself and merely redirected by Qaela to rip and destroy what stood against it with bolts of energy that left massive, jagged scars in the ground and deafening thunder that buffeted Qaela. The power of a mighty thunderstorm was slamming into the relatively small part of jungle causing further death and destruction, bringing the area back into Balance once more. ((3)) ((wonderful duel, guys. Either way this goes, it was a pleasure.))