Csilla

[Exodus]

Exodus couldn't help but associate the somnolent fire with the fierce plight of his soul. The cinders howled loud as the echo of explosion bounced off of the barren harbor. He would've taken the second to check if his counterpart had become consumed by the passionate flames, but such a satisfaction was not his for the taking. The wind of another blade bounced towards his own position and an intuitive backlash condemned his opponent. The two weapons of prestige cackled until an evanescent seethe of steam lifted from the poise. Exodus smiled and could feel, appraise and decipher the substance behind his opponents' physical force; his own carnal ward became the appropriate judge as his muscles contorted and stiffened to match the power being dished out.

 

”œJedi...”

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

His trance had been broken, destroyed by the arms of a fellow Jedi, that had shattered against a hastily erected shield against the sudden attack. He slowly stood up, the resting body of Achzet was attend to for a brief moment, the last thing he needed was the man to suddenly wake up, despite the number of sedations he had already gone through.

 

Then with a slow turning he gazed at first at the decapitated body of Nom, as well as the Sith monster that had slain the Master before his eyes. He could not charge into battle irrationally. To make a sudden foolish attack would be detrimental to not only his health but to the lives of those, he had come to protect.

 

It was hard for him, the stench of death and burnt flesh assaulting his sense and leaving a foul iron taste in his mouth. The man before him reeked of the Darkside. It was as if his very being embodied the dark side. He felt more of the Dark energy that seemed to spill from the man's form than the man himself.

 

"I will give you but one chance to flee this ship Jedi... Alone. The pup stays with me."

 

The Sith before him motioned to the now lifeless body of Achzet.

 

"Leave now, or pay the price as your Jedi friend did. I warn you... You will get neither a second chance to leave, or a chance to fight me."

 

Scorp paused, for a moment, he simply wanted to run, to abandon all hope and flee this being before him. With a slow breath, he absorbed that fear. That primal instinct, and slowly calmed himself by letting that fear dissipate into the air. With a cool head, he could evaluate the situation a lot better than with one full of fear, or anger and thoughts of revenge.

 

To be a Jedi, it was inherit to know when it was appropriate to fight, or when it was better to run or even surrender. To win at all costs was unbecoming of a Jedi, as was rashly acting or charging into a battle with anything but calm hand and an even temper. To act in any other way would be to walk the path of the dark side.

 

Scorp closed his eyes, a beat past as he weighed the pros and cons of what he was about to do. If he stayed and fought, he was more likely to lose his life at the hands of the being before him. Yet if he were to run, he would be abandoning not one but two apprentices to the influence of the Darkside. To run meant to subject the Alliance's fleet to the grav wells of this ship, and to run could end up meaning the slaughter of the Chiss people. Was this the epic moment? Was this the time in his life, where his decision could make or break the galaxy, or affect millions if not billions of lives? On the other hand, was he putting too much into the meaning of this situation? He knew this was a dangerous question to pose, as it allowed the idea of grandeur and glory to enter his thoughts. Every event has a purpose. He did not deny the fact that tragic and terrible things happened he knew that tragedy was simply another part of life.

 

He had the freedom to choose, to fight, or to run, but in the end there was no choice, just the calm acceptance of what had to be.

 

There was no idea of grandeur, no image of glory, nor a heart full of rage to accompany the sound of the lightsaber spring to life. A calmness over took him as the cyan blade raised itself in a defensive position. He would not run, he could not surrender, he had to fight, or he had to die, those were his options he knew that. With a ship about to gun, him down he did the only thing he could do. With but a thought, he used the force to activate the chemicals covering his hull, and with a very sudden blinding flash the hanger lit up with enough light to that even the explosion of a capital ship would pale in comparison. With his back to the ship, his closed eyes were still flooded with the light, yet for the Sith, he had no chance.

 

He dashed out of the hanger, and there by out of the range of the Sith's guns leaving only a small present behind, a spherical object that was for the most part rather non threatening. He knew that in a match of power, he did not stand a chance. The sith looked unharmed, despite his battle with Nom. Meanwhile he himself was still injured form his battle with Achzet. He knew that the Alliance troops by now had practically reached the bridge, which left a lot of ground he had to cover if he wished to catch up.

 

With an after though he used the force to activate the chemicals inside of the ”˜present' he had left behind, suddenly bathing the area around it, for about ten meters in the burning liquid that had exploded from the incendiary device bathing the sith in its fiery rage. Another thing he had used against Onderin in that strange exercise he had participated in. Then he quickly slipped into the target/sensor area to the shock and surprise of those inhabiting the area. With a quick wave of his hand he cleared the area of people, by forcibly knocking their heads against various bulkheads, the others were quickly mind tricked into believing that the next person with a lightsaber to walk though the door, was a jedi and was suppose to be stunned into submission. If this area were damaged in the coming battle, it would be a far better thing then if the hanger bay were destroyed. He was unable to match the Sith Lord in power, his injuries too great for a prolonged Lightsaber battle. Even with the healing, he would only be able to do so much. However, if he was smart he would figure out another way to bring the Sith down.

 

(((# 1))

[Jidai Geki]

*Geki notes with annoyance that one of the Jedi has remotely induced his crew to vomit and collapse. He looks with distaste at a gunnery sergeant who has just spewed his breakfast onto the glossy floor.*

 

I'm suppose to be Emperor, not a nursery teacher.

 

*A comm comes in from the docking bays:*

 

'Sire, a Jedi and a large contingent of troopers have just arrrggh-'

 

*The comm is broken off prematurely, the Rebels acting swiftly. Geki sighs. It would fall to him to deal with the matter personally.

 

Geki turns to Draken, who is still acting as a pool of darkside energy.*

 

'Lord Shadowlord, kindly stabilise the crew and assume command of the vessel. I have some Jedi to murder.'

 

*Geki dons his new Sith gauntlets, blaster and lightsabre-proof as well as having the alchemical capacity to instill fear into anyone they touch. Supplemented by Geki's formidable telepathic abilities, it made standing against the Emperor a terrifying and almost inevitably fatal experience.

 

Geki strides from the bridge and takes command of a sizeable group of stormtroopers.*

 

'Come with me.'

 

'Yes, my Lord.'

 

*Sweeping towards the docking bays, the entire craft on high alert, Geki prepares to meet the Jedi intruder in mortal battle...*

[Wookiee Jedi]

Kirlocca could feel as Geki left the bridge. Kirlocca drew on the force again, this time into the force meld which had been created by him. He reached out to feel where all of his allies were. He could feel Scorp in the heat of a battle. He could feel Armiena on the Fell Hammer, doing her best as the Grandmaster to put up her front. Kirlocca sent encouragement to her from afar, letting her know that Kirlocca would aid her in anyway he could.

 

Kirlocca reached out to the Fell Hammer, this time, feeling out the crews all over, slowly spreading Malacia through-out the whole entire crew of the Super Star Destroyer, one by one. Kirlocca began to feel the strain as he had to cover a lot of area to affect the whole crew. The Jedi master knew that his attack would end up forcing the Fell Hammer out of the battle.

 

Edited again.

Edited April 9, 2007 by Guest

[Damon]

Moving thought the battle the E-wing dodged laser fire. Avoided missiles as he swerved in and out for intersecting dog fights. The sheer technique being applied to fly the ship was astounding. Dog fights all around were taking place making the travel hard. Communications were still jammed on most of the normal modes of communication. So instead of just having to arrive at the Justicar he would also have to make sure his code was accepted as he would try to enter the hangar.

 

As he neared the vessel the pilot sent the code allowing for the hangar to drop its shield for a mere few seconds. As the shield lowered a small squad of boarding troops saw the opening and attempted to make the entrance. Not wanting to let the enemy get on yet a concussion salvo of missiles were fired and set to early dentition. The missiles didn't hit the squad but instead exploded near them knocking them back as the E-wing went though the hangar and the shields went back up. The squad was to late however as there ships hit the shields and were repelled back to the heart of the battle only to be destroyed by a hail of turbo laser fire.

 

The cockpit opened and instead of a busy hangar there were men and women who were exhausted and frail. Damon who had raised his mental barrier earlier could feel the attacks but did his best to ignore them. The crew looked like shadows of who they really were. The only thing keeping them alive was the battle meditation of the Admiral who by now was starting to exhaust himself and not be able to focus on the battle at hand and saving the soldiers on this vessel from mental death. Damon while experienced in many things did not know or have the talent for battle meditation. This did mean though that he could do nothing to help.

 

Making way to the bridge the effects and toll of the mental assault could be felt and seen as increasing worst. Arriving the bridge the officers moved best they could however others laid on the floor. There was no one to help move them due to the battle and now lack of hands. In the middle of the bridge though sat the jedI master and admiral, Onderin Starlisk. He was in a deep mediation and the effect of his efforts could also be felt. This situation would make things easier Damon believed anyways.

 

Taking place in front of Onderin Damon sat down and spoke. ”œAdmiral I have arrived here and I have an idea while the damage has been done and your battle mediation is holding I recommend that you and I in a joint effort combine our energies and push back the mental attack completely. Its is your option of course, however if you disagree and would like me to do to something else I will do so.”

[Delta73]

Delta opened fire on the B-wing that were still harassing the Super Star Destroyer, this was the last wave that he could see unless Gren Saritonga was among them and a far as he could se the other Rebel Squadrons had retreated against Crosa's and his blistering fire.

 

The B-wings were most still alive, and Delta felt a pang of sorrow for all the brave pilots that had died. He switched to his Ion cannon and instead of destroying the man simply left him for the Rebels to pick back up, after the battle was done.

 

”œCrosa switch to your Ion cannon and leave these brave men to live to fight another day, ok? Lets show them that we are not ruthless bounty hunters.”

[darth shadowlord]

Draken bowed slightly to Geki as he passed by him. "Very well Emperor, it shall be done." He swung around the the crew, his eyes still void of color and his voice a disembodied sound. "Pull yourselves together, I want a full broadside targeting the Liberty on my command. That means both Ion cannons and Turbolasers. Hold your fire till my command."

 

Draken lowered his head once more, extending his mind back into the maelstrom of the Darkside. This time instead of passing the power on to the other Sith, he began to draw upon it for himself. Draken began to reach out with his mind to the crew, feeling the way they were beginning to sick and fail in their duties. Snarling under his breath he unleashed a wave of the Darkside over the crew, steadying them.

 

Once he was sure that the crew was back in fighting order, He looked at the captain. "Give the Liberty a broadside. Let her taste the fury of the Empire and Sith's finest. On my Command....hold...hold......FIRE! At that command, a full barrage of turbolaser bolts and ion blasts raked the dogfight strewn space in between the ships.

 

Draken followed the barrage with his mind, revealing in the feel of sudden pain that came from the pilots that were vaporized by the broadside.

 

Smiling at the feel of the pain, he began to use it as a harness to bring the minds of the crew together as one, helping them have a single focus so that their minds were on their task alone. Withe that done, Draken opened his mind further, letting his existence through the Force touch every soldier and pilot in the Imperial Navy at the moment. His breathing became harder as he began to push the limits of what he had done in the Force farther then what he had ever done before.

 

Draken drew more power from the Darkside as he began to bring the minds of the entire navy together. His breathing was plainly heard now as he strained to maintain his contact with every pilot and stormtrooper in the fleet, a hoarse rasping as he kept his concentration as tight as he could.

 

Feeling the added deaths, both of Imperial forces and rebel forces, Draken drew the pain of their deaths into himself. Now he could fight this battle as it was meant to be fought, Force user against Force User. He could feel the Jedi now, feel him spreading sickness through the crew. A low feral growl escaped Draken's lips as he realized that that had been what was causing the problems in his crew. Gathering force energy together, Draken swung his hand straight outreleasing a visible wave of Darkness that covered the Command crew. He began to fight Against the Jedi master, holding back the Malacia.

[Raynuk Montar]

Deep down, Quietus had secretly hoped that Scorp would not in fact run, but be as foolish as Nom had been in openly facing the Dark Lord of the Sith. Scorp's response and reaction however, was one of a completely different breed. The Jedi neither fled the ship as Quietus had given him the option to, nor stood to face him directly. Instead, the Jedi resorted to tricks and illusions before fleeing deeper into the ship.

 

So...this one is determined to finish the job he was sent here for. We'll see about that...

The response by Scorp, to say the least, caught the Dark Lord by surprise. The flash completely blinded Quietus for a moment until he could focus on his vision beyond his eyes, the vision that his powerful connection to the Force gave him. It was through this vision alone that Quietus saved himself from further 'injury' by realizing what was about to follow. He noticed the present Scorp had left behind instantly and spun on his heel into a crouch, pulling his cloaks around him protectively not a moment before the flames engulfed the entire area, him included. Through a combination of the Force and his cloak's natural protection againt flames, The Dark Lord managed to escape any burns.

 

To say the least the move of cowardice exhibited by Scorp made the Dark Lord a bit angry and hot under the collar. For this the Jedi would pay, and pay dearly. Once the flames had subsided, Quietus stood again, his vision slowly returning to him while the Force assisted. Turning around to face the doorway to which Scorp fled, the Dark Lord took a quick look around the area. Nom's lifeless body had now been torched, reduced to a flaming pile of blackened flesh and bones. Grinning slightly at the condition of Nom's body, Quietus looked to his ship and was satisfied to see no real damage to it. Once again filled with hatred, he utilized his gauntlet once more, this time turning the Ogariv II to Scorp's ship. Suddenly realizing that Achzet was on that ship, the Dark Lord reached out via the force , and carefully removed the lesser Sith from the ship. With his gauntlet, he lowered the ramp to his own ship, and placed Achzet inside before securing the ship itself.

 

Turning once more to the doorway, Quietus reached out with his mind once more, and located both Scorp, who was hiding in the nearby targeting and sensor area of the ship, as well as the troopers whos plans it was to disable the ship. Clearly they were running into resistance as they made their way to the bridge, and the Dark Lord felt obliged to help out his Imperial allies. Touching each of the trooper's minds one at a time, he poked and prodded through their brains, resulting in giving the troopers a slight tingle in the back of their brains. But before any of them could ponder what it was, their lights and existences in the galaxy were snubbed out as each of them suddenly had their skulls crushed around their brains. To the outside world, it would appear that the troopers had just collapsed; that is until the blood and gray brain matter began seeping out from under their helmets.

 

In one fell swoop, Quietus had killed every enemy trooper that was alive on the ship, severely reducing the threat to the ship and it's gravity well generators. The only threats that remained were Scorp and his female apprentice, both of which Quietus planned to deal with shortly. Walking to a nearby console, Quietus took a brief scan of the entire ship, then tapped into the comm unit to the bridge.

Commander, this is Darth Quietus. The invading troops have been dealt with. All that remains are two Jedi held up in the targeting/sensor room near my current location. I will be dealing with them personally in a matter of moments. It could get messy, so I suggest you re-route all important functions from that room to the bridge or another location. I would hate to cause severe damage to the ship's purpose.

After reciving a reply from the ship's commander, Quietus again took looked at the schematics of the ship, and after a few more moments, sealed all of the blast doors near the docking bay and targeting room that would lead deeper into the ship. In a sense, he was cutting off Scorp's ability to flee deeper into the ship. He then again tapped into the comm unit, knowing full well that time was now on his side. Scorp's only exit would now be directly into Quietus' path, which given the Jedi's decision to run earlier, was not of his desires. With the comm now open again, Quietus sent a message to the Emperor.

 

The invasion of the Vortex has almost been delt with. I have slain one Jedi Master already, along with the Rebel troopers that came with them.All that remains is one Jedi Knight and his apprentice, hold up in one of the sensor rooms, which I will be dealing with momentarily.

 

Closing the comm without waiting for a reply, Quietus turned once again to the door, and walked through it, closing in on the sensor room that Scorp was hidden within. As he walked down the hallway, Quietus pressed a button on his gauntlet, and from behind him in the docking bay came the light and sound of an explosion, as the Ogariv II sent a conussion missle directly into the engines of Scorp's ship, utterly destroying it and rendering it a useless pile of junk.

 

Arriving at the door to the sensor room, Quietus easily felt out Scorp and his apprentice among the many military personal. The Dark Lord immediately sensed the sway that the Jedi had put over the troopers as he scanned the room,and he grinned slightly and blasted the entire room with darkness, smashing back the mental efforts of Scorp, and returning the military personnel to their 'true' selves. Each and every one of the personnel in the room suddenly felt the dark side of the force coursing through their minds, a fact that by this point they would be used to with having a Sith Master as their Emperor. Kicking in the door to the surprise of a few nearest him, Quietus entered the room with a sadistic grin on his face. As he did so, the crew of the room suddenly realized what was happening. Those closest to Scorp immediatly drew blasters against him, but dared not fire on the Jedi just yet.

 

"Come out come out where ever you are Jedi.... You will not escape here alive, and I have no problems with sacrificing the lives of these...people... if I must."

 

To prove his point, Quietus again felt out Scorp's location in the room and tore away the control panel that the Jedi had chosen to hide behind. Now in clear sight, Quietus ignited his lightsaber in one hand, prepared to defend himself against any counter to what was about to happen. With the other, he stretched out towards the Jedi, and shot a blast of Force Lightning at him. But the real power of submission would not come from Quietus. At the same moment the lightning left his outstretched hands, he roared to the personnel who had their blasters drawn and aimed at the now exposed Jedi to open fire.

 

And so, all at once, hundreds of blaster bolts rained down upon Scorp as a devestating blast of Force lightning cackled across the air towards him.

 

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[Wookiee Jedi]

Through the midst of his use of Malacia, Kirlocca felt the blasts of the Fell Hammer from far off. The Super Star Destroyer was still not in a range that it could do major damage, but it was close enough to now worry Kirlocca.

 

"rcwoaohurcwh wwahrcwo oowh aoacwo wwwoanan acrascscworc"

 

A droid that was on the bridge began to translate for him. The Liberty made a return fire on the Fell Hammer, though it did not real damage. Kirlocca reset his mind back to sickening the crew of the Super Star Destroyer, but was unable too. The dark lord was repelling him with the force, no longer allowing him to touch the minds of his crew.

 

"ah ohrawhao huc oaanoocworc aooo aoacraao chuakworc caorarc wawocaorcooroworc."

 

Kirlocca drew on the force meld that was active, searching out available aid. There was none at the moment, so the Jedi master was on his own.

 

"akrcwowwoorcsc ra cwora-ohraanan, oaraanan raanan rahoraahanrarhanwo wwahrracaoworcc aooo huc."

 

Kirlocca drew the force around him, preparing for his next move. I'm running out of tricks to use here. If he repels this, I'm going to have to board and fight him face to face. Since his was unable to touch the minds of the crew, Kirlocca used his last reserve force power that would affect even the dark lord.

 

Kirlocca pushed his mind as far as it would go, trying his best to use Alter Environment. As Kirlocca pushed energy out towards the Super Star Destroyer, Kirlocca used the force to thin the air aboard the Fell Hammer's bridge.

 

Kirlocca finally stopped trying, and just stared out at the ship, wondering if his power had an effect from this far distance.

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

His small moment of healing and meditation was shattered not from the sudden appearance of the Sith but instead because of the death of the alliance men on board. He had felt the death of every single Alliance trooper on board all at once. It had been terrible to sense and know he could have stopped it if he had preoccupied the Sith in some other way.

 

He closed his eyes and mourned those in passing before suddenly feeling the horrible presence of the Sith explode into the room. He felt sick whenever this man was close. He was the very definition of what needed removing from the galaxy. The only problem was everything about this man led to one conclusion. That simply put he could not win. He was not sure if this was the absolute certainty given to him from the force, or the sound of defeatism ringing in his ears. Either way he had to push the self-doubt aside to look at it objectively.

 

He wished he could meditate and reflect to see everything from every angle, but he knew that he could not. Suddenly intruding on his thoughts was the loud, harsh voice of the Sith master.

 

"Come out come out where ever you are Jedi.... You will not escape here alive, and I have no problems with sacrificing the lives of these...people... if I must."

 

Scorp smiled a chink in the Sith's armor at last. Suddenly the bulkhead he crouched behind ripped away from it's holdings and every blaster in the room was aimed at him. Time seemed to slow down as Scorp not only evaluated the situation but also, used the force to boost his reaction time. Reaching out with the force, he called to it swinging the rifles of those close to him toward the dark lord, as their destructive energy blasted from their barrels.

 

"The crystal is the heart of the blade. The heart is the crystal of the Jedi. The Jedi is the crystal of the Force. The Force is the blade of the heart. All are intertwined: the crystal, the blade, the Jedi. You are one.

 

His lightsaber snapped to guard and for the first time in this battle, he found himself fortunate to not have anyone behind him. For a moment, he and his lightsaber were not worker and tool, but instead one being, the cyan blade humming to him as familiar as his own voice. The blaster bolts screamed in his ears and reflected back as the lightning hit the tip of his blade. His connection with the force, his connection to the crystal, worked through him, creating a superconducting loop that redirected the lightning at the men around him. The rather horrid stench of fleshed bathed in lightning wafed through the room as Scorp move with out paused toward the Sith. It was during that brief interlude that Scorp touched the minds of the men left in the room. It did not take much to remind them of the Sith's first comment upon entering the room.

 

He has no qualms about killing you, look at your injured and dead around you. [i/] he forced the image upon them and quickly ten of them suddenly swung their rifles about and fired, not with the devastating power of a blaster bolt but, instead with the incapacitating power of a stun bolt. Again he was fortunate he had caught the Sith in a trap. He was not able to escape, with a quick slash his saber extends forth as the bolts reached their target. If the bolts from before hadn't done their job he hoped these would now. Drawing on the force, he strengthened his damage muscles in order to make sure his slash would not only reach its target but also slice deep into the flesh and strike a killing blow.

 

 

((2))

[ObliviousKnight]

With ponderous grace, the AT-AT lumbered up to one of the opened blast doors that led to the hangar and gradually fell to its knees. Armiena couldn't help but marvel at the sight; she had such a poor opinion of the walkers that the grace it had just exhibited seemed utterly alien.

 

"Uh..." Obeying the constant laws of common sense, the Jedi Grandmaster and the Rebel boarding party edged to give the AT-AT's head a generous berth. Their officers had already caught some inkling of what their temporary commander's plan was, and it would hardly do for them to be flash-blinded and deafened by the roar of the walker's mighty cannons at point-blank range. As Armiena pulled away from the portal, she winked at the walker's temporary crew and gave them a thumbs-up, an obvious signal to have fun with their newly found arsenal.

 

And, oh boy, did the Rebel troopers have fun with their new toys. The stubby head of the AT-AT tracked back and forth, flinging ruby bolts of pure energy catapulting down the corridor. The edges of the corridors were melted by the slightest of grazes of the awesome power of the bolts. Hapless cleaning droids exploded, fortifications were transformed into sudden showers of melted metal, stormtroopers became stiff carcasses--if there was anything left of them--and blast doors were bypassed in the most crude way possible.

 

From the outside of the ship, an slim streak of exterior lights went dark.

 

"Well, ma'am, now that we've enjoyed that display of brute force..." The officers nodded to their men, and they fished through their armor for their spot-lumas, which they attached to their A280 blaster rifles. In the darkness that settled in the cleared corridor after it had been bombarded by the crippled AT-AT, the stormtroopers would have a minor advantage in spotting their foes, but clearing their path of the barricades that had to already have been set up was worth the price.

 

"Let's get a move on before more reinforcements arrive." Pulling one of her lightsabers from her belt, Armiena led her forces into the abruptly cleared corridor leading from the hangar. Even though the Imperial forces immediately facing them had been blasted into bloody dust, she knew that it had to be only inevitable before they were confronted by reinforcements. The men following her also realized this, as they were invading the flagship of the Imperial Navy. The resistance facing them would undoubtedly be fierce and stubborn, especially if the Emperor was on board.

 

And Armiena, for the first time in what felt like a lifetime, would have preferred the nervous ignorance of her soldiers to her grim certainty.

[MSA]

All was quiet as Scorpio neared the Sith's position, all quiet except for the few Alliance members who seemed to spring back to life. Scorpio could sense the Sith's despisals of his kind, their hatred for the Jedi running deep as Manaan's ocean. But the other Jedi, or possibly an exile, seemed unwavery as well as he sliced down the Alliance members without a flinch of a nerve, nor a second guess in his thoughts. It just seemed to be the only thing to do if these Sith were to be driven away.

 

But if one was to look deep enough, they would see the darkness in young Scorpio's heart, a darkness unworthy of a thousand Sith. This darkness could not be corrupted nor could it be found in any other. This darkness, a present from the one known as Yue, simply and truely hated the Sith. It was a good thing his darkness was locked away in his heart.

 

An unwavery swirl of light emiited from this being, his wing stretch out to it's fullest as he settled into his defensive stance, the Jedi weapons known as lightsabers still firmly clipped to his hips. He would simply test the Sith first on their combat knowledge, only springing the deadly blades if needed. After all, he loved hand to hand more than using blades, as it was the only true way to test a warrior's skills.

 

The mood settled on everyone's brains, as battle began to sing in their hearts. This battle would be Scorpio's ultimate test, to truely see if he was ready to truely live the life of a Jedi. The light blue aura of the Knight swirled around his body, all was in perfect harmony as his words danced in the air toward his ally. It was nearing it's time.

 

"Ready when you are."

 

((As promised, here's my post. Meh, i'm not too happy with it, but it's the best i could do considering. Hopefully my next will be better.))

[Raynuk Montar]

There the Dark Lord of the Sith stood, just inside the door to the sensor room. The first threat that Quietus found himself against was one to easily deal with as Scorp used the force to turn the trooper's rifles against him. With but a flick of his wrist he deflected the blaster shots easily, but then came two more threats. A Jedi streaking towards him from the left, his cyan blade in his hands slashing almost wildly and uncontrolled. But from the right came a handful of stun shots streaking towards him. Two threats to deal with, and only a split second to react. Luckily enough, Quietus needed little more to react and turn this so called 'trap' against Scorp.

 

With the speed and agility that was afforded to one with such a deep connection to the Force, Quietus 'collapsed' to the ground, supporting himself on his right hand and foot, leaving his left side free to attack or defend as needed, his lightsaber still ignited in his left hand. In the blink of an eye, Scorp's slash was without a target, and forced to try and adjust mid-swing, the Jedi was forced off balance. It was in that sheer moment, but a blink of the eye, that Quietus struck back, thundering his boot into the left kneecap of Scorp, shattering it backwards and destroying any balance the Jedi had left. The result was Scorp suddenly tipping towards his left as he began to fall to the floor without his left leg for support.

 

Quietus again moved, this time pushing himself back off the ground to his feet. He immediately countered what was left of the Jedi's slash, knocking his arm away with little effort before grabbing Scorp's wrist and spinning him and supporting him at the same time, he then planted a kick to the lower back of Scorp, sending him forward...

 

...right into the handful of stun beams that the Jedi had forced to be shot.

 

The stun beams, in combo with the fact that he could no longer stand on his left leg, reduced Scorp to a pile of cloaks and flesh on the floor. With Scorp on the ground, the Dark Lord quickly reached out and plucked the lightsaber from his hand with the force, smashing it into the wall behind him in a shower of sparks.

 

"You won't be needing that where you are going Jedi..."

 

His hold on the troopers in the room lost again, Scorp found himself on the floor, with all the troopers pointing their blaster rifles at his huddled form all around him, and all around the room. Quietus glanced up brief at the troopers, who seemed to be waiting for him to issue the command.

 

"Fire."

 

Instantly twenty or more blaster rifles all around the room fired as fast as they could, pumping blaster shot after blaster shot into the stunned Jedi form on the floor. Quietus watched with mild amusement as the shots continued to pound into the Jedi's back and the smell of burning flesh filled the room. Quietus then suddenly stopped the assault and lifted the smoldering body of Scorp off the ground with the Force.

 

"You should have run little Jedi..."

 

All at once, Quietus assaulted Scorp's mind with the darkest thoughts imaginable; what Quietus would do to Scorp's corpse as well as what he would do to Scorp's own apprentice, Nulmiri. He saw flashes of his own arms being ripped from their sockets, his toes getting plucked off his feet one by one as bones shattered and flesh ripped in it's wake. He saw dark deformed hands clawing at his skin, ripping and shredding his flesh as he is forced to watch. The Jedi saw from an outsider's view, and watched as his own eyes were ripped from their sockets. But that was not enough torture for Quietus to be satisfied, and just as Scorp was able to once again discern what was real, he was bombarded again with hellish images, this time of his apprentice being tortured and raped at the hands of the Sith. Images of her getting shot out into space and forcing Scorp to watch in horror as she self imploded, images of her being set on fire the sound of her tortured screams ringing in his ears. And then the voice of Quietus shattered through it all, giving Scorp the sort of headache that nightmares were made of.

 

"...but instead you sought to hide from me, you used pathetic little tricks to deter me. But you will not escape here alive."

 

it was clear scorp was once again regaining what little grasp of consciousness was left after the assault, and to a point, the tenacity of the Jedi was only making the Dark Lord more angry, as was proven as he next threw Scorp backwards through the air, smashing into one of the many large control panels in the room that, judging by the dull hum emiting from it, was a high voltage unit. There was a shower of sparks as Scorp crashed into the unit and electricity cackled and scorched through his body. Quietus merely watched in devilish joy as the electricity scarred Scorp while the room was filled with tortured screams of anguish. But even in his joy, Quietus knew better then to let his guard down, and was paying close attention for any sign of resistance and retaliation.

 

(2)

[Delta73]

Delta commed the Commander Geki:

 

"Sir we have stopped the ships attacking the Fell Hammer any orders?"

 

Delta awaited a reply...

[Onderin Starlisk]

Onderin continued to concentrate on the moment, helping to keep his crew in operating shape. The battle continued to rage, but Geki's hold on his crew was unceasing. Perhaps something would break the Emperor's concentration soon....

 

((Just checking in, basically.))

[Bad karma]

An innocent, child-like giggle filled the air. It was heard over the roar of the explosion even, making its supernatural origins known to the trio that was in her presence. Every hero was tested by the elements; this was her trial by fire. She reacted instantly, pulling the force into her body and using it to warp the energy that threatened to over come her petite frame.

 

At the core of the explosion was nothing but pure energy, vaporizing the already dead bodies of the soldiers. Their souls were not released though, rather they had been permanently bound to the dead flesh that had once been theirs to control. As the energy expanded it erupted into fire, licking at the flammable objects all around. The fire, however, did not dare touch her form. It bent to her will and concealed her body as she rapidly moved towards the second of the two; The True Jedi.

 

The fire rushed forth with her, washing over his frame as she stopped right next to him. Her presence could be felt as nothing more then that sinking feeling in the pit of ones gut just before some travesty happens. The flames dissipated leaving traces of evidence upon the tail end of her cloak and on her adversaries. She dropped low to the ground and brought her leg, the one furthest from him, around and tripped him then proceeded to slam her elbow into his chest as if to help accentuate a point.

 

”œYes, let us show them True freedom”¦”

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Pain, it was no longer a feeling but a state of being. He existed in a state in with no end in sight. There was not a thought there was only a reaction, the primal instinct to flee manifested itself with the force, and a single man suddenly found it extremely hard to stand as he flew backward and crashed ungracefully into the Dark Lord. Summoning what he could and with an almost inhuman scream tore himself away from the panel that had been pumping unknown amounts of voltage into his system.

 

He staggered forward as his vision swam before being claimed by a red mist. His left knee could not support him; he could not stand and with a slow sigh sank to the floor.

 

What little comfort that could have been sought from the cool deck plates was lost to him as the stench of burning flesh; his burning flesh assaulted him. The remains of his lightsaber remained in reach bits and pieces of what had been a wonderful companion. He tried to move, but his muscle simply would not respond, despite this it still felt as if every eye in the room was drilling holes into his mangled body.

 

Even breathing was difficult for him, the slow rise and fall of his back was barley noticeable, despite the rivers of pain each breath brought as the lightsaber wounds of Achzet made themselves known. He was in essence a dying man.

 

Images flashed through his mind, the after effects of the Sith's mental assault. None of them however could bring forth any more pain from the dooming jedi.

 

I ”¦ I am dying. How sad, to have come this far only to fail at this man's hands.

 

He closed his eyes; the cold yet wonderful embrace of death awaited him. He knew this yet despite this knew somewhere that he much rather survive this encounter on some level, then to let down those he was trying to save. He would not, could not allow his apprentice to fall into this monster's hands. Nor could he allow Achzet to taste the taint of the Darkside. He had failed the man once, and even if it took his dying breath, he would not do so again. Not if he could do anything at all to keep it from happening.

 

This battle had come to a rather fine point; his original goal had been to simply stop the destruction of the Chiss at the hands of the Empire. Yet with each passing moment, his goal had become narrower and narrower, from such idealistic goals as that to more practical ones such as disabling the ship. His goal was not to kill this Sith. No, his goal would be the simplest by far.

 

He slowly began to concentrate his focus, though it was made difficult from the after effects of being electrocuted. He let go of his wants and desires. He wanted to win, he wanted to stop the Sith, and he wanted to save those he had come to save. He released himself from the past, pushing Achzet from his mind and only focused on the here and now. He was a Jedi, a student of the force and a tool for good. His life was as always in service of the greater good. The force came back to him, not in the full hurricane gale that he was used to, but instead in the wisp of smoke trails, unable to be firmly grasped yet still felt. He focused on that feeling, magnifying it, until it was him and he was it. With a dry sigh he used the force once more, not to attack but to distract. With a sudden roar heard even in Scorp's electrified ears not one but both of Nom's lightsabers exploded still at the side of the Sith. While it was not with the same devastating power of a grenade, the two mangled lightsabers were certainly enough to blow a considerable part of the Sith's side apart forcing blood to spew forth from the gaping hole. Despite this accomplishment however, Scorp had not truly cared for the destructive results of that distraction, but instead for what came after.

 

 

With a sudden roar heard even in Scorp's electrified ears not one but both of Nom's lightsabers exploded still at the side of the Sith. To a jedi a lightsaber was not simply a tool, but was one companion. In the famed words of Obi-Wan Kenobi, "This weapon is your life!"

The lightsaber was during creation fused with the same energies that made up the Jedi. With that sudden roar came a feeling that lifted Scorp's sprit even if it was for a brief moment. With out warning the Sith was bathed in the brilliance of the Light side, His Dark Power, smothered by the light that had made up Nom's lightsabers. It was in this moment That Scorp struck.

 

 

A single discarded weapon belonging to one of the dead in the room suddenly found itself a new purpose. With nearly lightning speed it shot forward to slam directly into the right side of the man's head, directly on his ear. The force of the blow collapsed the vestibular apparatus, the organ of balance that consists of three semicircular canals and the vestibule.

His focus suddenly and quickly turned to the few men still in the room, who despite being taken surprise by the sudden attack on their master were not fools. Yet before they could pull the trigger and put all of their training to the test, they all very suddenly found their heads bashed against the various bulkheads, their shots going wild, a few shots tearing into the stunned bodies remaining personnel.

 

In his final act of destructive onslaught he did what no Jedi he had ever known had done. With his remaining strength he slammed the fragments of his shattered lightsaber into the Sith before him. He drove them as deep as he could, tearing into the Sith's neck, chest and arms. The fragment themselves were not only a painful debilitation, but a true emphasis to Scorp's point, by forcing the light side into the Dark Lord, even if it was just a small amount. Ironic it was indeed. Scorp had destroyed the upper body of the Sith. Yet the Sith had destroyed any chance of Scorp standing up much less walking. He had no regrets, he had done all he could at this point, he had effectively stopped this Sith from taking another life with his hands. Now all that was left would be the mental war waged between a dying man with nothing left to lose and an arrogant Sith monster.

 

 

((3 good duel, very painful though. I guess you can Pm the mod.))

Edited April 11, 2007 by Guest

[CassandraKirk]

All the sudden the doors shut and would not open. Nulmiri had a very bad feeling about this. That feeling only got worse when the troopers colapsed all of the sudden. She stared, wide eyed, at them, with their brains and blood oozing out of their helmets. She covered her mouth. She needed to leave. Now.

 

She saw the det pack, and grabbed one. She attached it to the door and set it. Then she ran to the back of the room and hid behind a box. BOOM! the pack blew the door open. She grabbed the other det packs before running into the next room. She really needed to leave.

[Nitestrike]

((OOC: Backtracking a bit, sorry but I've been busy...no one protested so here I go.))

 

An X-Wing sped across space on what appeared to be a collision course with the Imperial flagship. It's pilot expertly dipped, juked, and weaved around laser fire, debris, and other hazardous material as it sped along its way. Although the path was blocked, the pilot seemed to be able to overcome any complications in his path. This man was clearly a Jedi, and one that was strong in the Force at that. Blasting or dodging through packs of TIE Interceptors tested the man's skill to be sure, but he seemed to destroy the drones with ease.

 

The X-Wing shook as it was nipped by a laser from behind. It's astromech droid shrieked as the starfighter began the shake. The pilot went for his readouts and then his controls as he switched around the ship's settings. One of the stabilizers had been compromised, but he managed to tweak the craft enough to enable a smoother flight while the droid set about repairing it. The pilot quickly flipped the craft and made short work of the TIE with his four laser canons.

 

Using the Force to aid his vision, the pilot spotted what he was looking for: the assault party on the flagship. Coaxing more speed from the engines, he managed to attach himself onto the rear of the boarding party. After roughly landing in the hanger, the pilot hopped out of the cockpit in a high, Force-aided leap and ignited his lightsaber. He joined the throng of battle and aided in the securing of the hanger.

 

"Don't get captured Artoo, even if I don't come back in one piece I expect the ship too." The droid twittered a grim response, most likely puzzled by its owner's statement. The man who said it had no time to mess around with his prized starfighter-droid team, and went about finding the Jedi Grandmaster. She was easily picked out from among the crowd of soldiers.

 

"Armiena, I have returned," the man called over in a seemingly emotionless tone, "be it for better or worse." The man gave a slight nod of his head at the Jedi master, as opposed to a bow, and continued speaking. "I'm here to aid in the securing, or destruction, of this ship."

[Jidai Geki]

Onderin continued to concentrate on the moment, helping to keep his crew in operating shape. The battle continued to rage, but Geki's hold on his crew was unceasing. Perhaps something would break the Emperor's concentration soon....

 

((Just checking in, basically.))

 

OOC: Sorry, I should have clarified, Geki's concentration is elsewhere now, and his hold on your crew is reliniquished.

 

IC: *Sweeping through the corridors, the insane commander of the Galactic Empire can feel the presence of the Jedi drawing near. A powerful one, one filled with battlelust, one who seemed to be never more than a few steps away from the dark side.*

 

Interesting.

 

*Geki lacks the patience, rationality, and inclination for he and his troops to entrench themselves and deal with the Rebels they are facing in a manner that would cause minimum casualties to Imperial forces. He can feel the Rebels ahead, knew that his stormtroopers have an advantage in numbers, and wants to clear the battlefield so that he and the Jedi can settle the matter one on one.

 

Overwhelming his troop's rational thoughts and sense of self-preservation, Geki stokes them to a level of psychotic and suicidal sense of fealty to their Emperor.*

 

'Charge.'

 

*With an ear-splitting warcry entirely uncharacteristic of the usual efficient, calculated actions of the Imperial Army, the stormtroopers charge down the corridor pell-mell, entirely unconcerned for their personal safety, their blasters spewing hard light at the Rebels...*

 

OOC: Obsidian, the point of this is to simply remove NPC's from the equation so we can battle one-on-one.

[Amon Saulot]

::In a flicker of pseudomotion, a Jedi Starsword fighter comes out of hyperspace at Csilla. In the pilot's seat was a young Jedi Knight, talented beyond his years, but untested in battle against the Sith.::

 

Arten? link up with rebel tac/com and find out what's going on and where I need to be.

 

::After a hurried discussion with rebel dispatch, Saulot landed his fighter on the makeshift rebel flagship and exited his ship. He wore a basic flight suit and a shield belt, neither of which would help him in a lightsaber duel, but the illusion of safety is always calming on the nerves. Over the flightsuit he wore the traditional brown hooded Jedi robes. An assortment of sabers hung from his belt, Amon took after his father in his propensity for design and creation. Additionally, slung low on his hip was a blaster, just in case he ran into something that required a range of options.::

 

OOC((Any Sith not in a duel currently?))

[Oblivion]

"...Going somewhere?"

 

An elogated form, materializing out of the darkness to become real in time and space, emerged softly in the foreground of the Flagship. Slender strips began to peel back away from the shadowy film and began to take definite shape in the form of a man. At his heels, the process remained stagnant, still wisps of smoke that lingered on after the transformation and would linger for the remainder of his being.

 

During the relay of communications to the system of Corellia, the split half which eternally searched the stretches of the abyss which blanketed the galaxy in pockets and emerged where the emotion was raw. It was through this configuration, this pervasive and intense connection to the shadows which led him here; to fight banded with his brethern in their time of need. Fortantely, for this man, what he required was little less then nothing at all. The process lacked the ability to materialize, as well with the structure of his skin and body, metal alloids which comprised his weaponry. Never the less, these were not needed. Time was of the essence.

 

A warding finger now broke the air with a clear point, the angle drawing slowly in the direction of the young man who seemed to appear shortly before his own. Though the two beings were not close in proximity, easily several body lengths away, he glared from the narrow level plane that was before them. Long silver locks of hair moved in concert with the rhymthic and sometimes eccentic body language that he naturally possessed in his speeches, now speaking openly in the air then through the Force.

 

"What is the hurry, noble one?..."

 

It was pain stakingly obvious where his duties lie purely by uniform, but there was something mysterious about this one. His encounters with the kind was, despite his best efforts, fairly frequent though it had been quite some time before his latest effort; never as fully prepared and knowledgeable as the man who stood before this other today. Stood erect and reposed just as well, Oblivion watched with eager grey eyes to the response he would receive...

[Raynuk Montar]

Quietus was so focused on the pain and anguish that was radiating off of Scorp that he did not really pay enough attention to the troopers around him, and worse yet, the Dark Lord took it out on the poor trooper. Squishing his head just as he had done to the rebel troopers before. But in that one moment of distraction, Scorp had acted. And once again Quietus found himself blinded by light, a fact that both annoyed and angered The Dark Lord. But once again his connection to the force made up for his temporary physical lack of vision.

 

Stupid light...

 

But in the midst of the flash of light, Quietus realized that there was pain slowly circling his mind, and it was coming from his thighs. Then it clicked; Both where the light had come from, and where the pain was focused was the same. Scorp had deviously made Nom's lightsabers, still hanging idly on his belt from where he had placed them after Nom's defeat. The Dark Lord was lucky however, that his leggings, just as fireproof as his cloaks were, managed to save him from serious burns that wound plague his mind with pain. What could not be denied though, was that there were chunks of his legs that were now missing. With that knowledge in his mind, Quietus used his connection to the Force to steady him. But in doing so, and in once again diverting his mind from Scorp, he felt a sharp sting on his temple and ear as a blaster smashed into his ear, resulting in Quietus feeling and hearing a faint pop and crack of some bones in his ear, further making his balance a bit unsteady.

Now he's just pissing me off...

 

But once again the Dark Lord delved deeper into the darkside, pulling it around his body like a blanket, breathing it in, letting it flow through him and heighten his senses, and dulling his thoughts and feelings of pain. Quietus' eyes opened once more, but this time they were blood red. The Dark Lord was now fully engulfed in the Dark side, and it showed. The overall mood of the room darkened, both emotionally and visibly. As Scorp busied himself with the troopers who would turn on him, Quietus did not let his eyes move from the form of Scorp collapsed on the floor. Igniting his lightsaber once more, Quietus looked down at his thighs for but a second to examine them, and then brushed his lightsaber over the open wounds, cauterizing them closed to prevent any further blood loss. The Dark Lord's face did not chance as the smell of burnt skin once again filled the air. His eyes once again stared intently into the face of Scorp, marred by pain and anguish at the beating he had taken.

 

"I will give you credit for that stunt just now Jedi... but mark my words, it bought you nothing but a few precious seconds. And in those few seconds, you have doomed yourself and your apprentice. Oh ues Jedi... I know your apprentice still strives to carry on your doomed mission..."

 

Just then, as the look on Scorp's face changed ever so slightly, and from the ground came the many fragments that used to consist of Scorp's lightsaber. The small metal fragments ripped towards his body like a bad fragmentation grenade, pounding their way into his flesh. Quietus managed to deflect and destroy some of the pieces that were bound for his right arm, but the rest found their marks. The sheer impact of the pieces caused Quietus to take a single step back, but his face, and the determination and control behind it did not waiver in the slightest. A moment later, he took that single step forward again, and planted himself steadily. He looked at Scorp, the awareness of the fragments pushing themselves deeper into his flesh acutely aware in the back of his mind. The Jedi was putting every last ounce of power and determination he had left into those fragments... and Quietus was taking it all in stride.

 

It became clear that Scorp would not recover from the amount of mental fortitude he was showing and using, which granted the Dark Lord the wiggle room he wanted. Relaxing his posture, the Dark Lord reached out with his mind and made sure that Scorp would watch what was about to happen. Quietus broke eye contact with the Jedi for a moment, looking at his shoulder and left arm, his lightsaber held in his left hand. With his right, Quietus stretched his fingers towards his opposing shoulder, as if reaching for something beyond his grasp. But then slowly it was clear what was happening.

 

Quietus was pulling the metal fragments back out of their paths, and out of his flesh, even as Scorp tried harder to push them in. A mere minute later, most of the larger fragments, those that would cause the most problems later on, were removed. They floated in front of Quietus' torso, his hand and mind still exhibiting superior control over them. The Dark Lord once again turned to Scorp, and noticed his eyes wide as the realization set into the Jedi's stunned and slushy grasp on reality. There was not so much victory in this fight as the Jedi had hoped. With a slight grin that seemed oddly calm for both the man that exhibited it as well as the actions that had just transpired, Quietus looked at Scorp once more.

 

"How poetic... A Jedi's own blade ending his life..."

 

The Dark Lord cackled slightly, and instantly shot the tiny fragments back at Scorp. Only Quietus showed more control and determination in his placement of the shards. The two largest ripped into Scorp's eyes, blinding him and settling and stopping only when they met the cold wall of the back of his eye sockets. THe rest of the fragments ripped into Nom's throat, slicing and dicing the various vital components of Scorp's anatomy located there. Esophagus, carotid arteries, veins, vocal cords, all were shredded like paper in the wake of the sharp metal fragments. A few even nicked the Jedi's spinal cord, causing severe damage there as well.

 

Cackling as only a Dark Lord could as the Jedi gargled and gasped for air while his own blood stained the floor plates under him, Quietus stepped forward and, after making sure he was steady enough to do so, send a swift kick to the temple of the Jedi, causing his broken and battered form to slide across the floor once more, the sound of the Dark Lord's laughter filling the room and pounding the mind of Scorp as he lay bleeding out of his neck and face.

 

(3. Good duel honestly Scorp. Kept me on my toes!)

[Amon Saulot]

::Amon jumped involuntarily at the sudden appearance of the shadowy figure. Amon had not known that the Sith were capable of such feats of mobility, and cursed himself for not being more cautious. With the temporary panic gone, Amon adopted a defensive stance with his saber ignited in a burst of brilliant blues and silvers. The Sith appeared to be unarmed in mundane terms, which only led to the conclusion that he was a powerful Sith lord, possibly even a master, who required no natural weapons to inflict harm.::

 

"What is the hurry, noble one...?" came the voice of the shadowy figure, the words oozing languidly over Amon like black tar. The Sith's presence felt dirty, impure.

 

::For whatever reason, the Sith had not charged directly into the attack, despite having the advantage of the surprise. Most likely this meant that he wanted to toy with Amon. The young Jedi calmly ran what he knew through his mind, he would need every measure of calmness to survive this. He knew that the Sith was powerful enough to be a master, and that he would focus on either mental or sorcerous attacks, so he began to pull together his defenses in preparation of the coming onslaught. He also repositioned his glowing lightsaber blade better for deflecting incoming attacks.::

 

Well you know how it is, if I teleported everywhere like you instead of running, it'd only be a matter of time before my weight caught up to me. I can't very well be a Jedi if I have giant flabby love handles and a triple chin. I mean look at these adonis like chiseled features, I'm too pretty to teleport. Maybe you should teleport to whatever deep dank hole you came from and try running here. I mean after all, you do look a bit out of shape. I'd hate for you to go into coronary heart failure right in the middle of a dramatic duel, it would totally kill the mood. Here, maybe this glowrod will help you find your legs.

 

::Amon pulled out a glowrod and rolled it three quarters of the way towards the Sith master, hoping to buy more time to strengthen his defenses.::

[King Kheldar vos Correlli]

Raynuk v. Scorp- Winner: Raynuk. Fight didn't really start to pick up until the second set of posts. Props to Scorp for the use of quotes from SW canon, though Raynuk's tactics gave him the advantage, along with a better use of grammar and sentence structure that also aided the flow of his posts.

[Gren Sairdonga]

((OOC: I'm back... Deltas if you still want to fight I'm all yours.... Also I posted the B-Wings moving away from the Fell Hammer... All you would have found their were E-Wings, Ties and me... Nevermatter. I'm back and ready to tumble. Geki I gave you a choice in what damage my starfighter attack did... You didn't post the damages so now I'm going to say I blew the SSDs engines to smithereens.))

 

As Gren's laser found another mark...An Tie Interceptor that had been dogging the steps of a B-Wing Gren heard a whoop of joy from one of the Sentinels.... Finally they were clear enough to look what their attack had done to the Fell Hammer...Quickly finding the results he couldn't help but grin... The engines of the Fell Hammer had been hammered... The shields of the mighty Super Star Destroyer... Already heavily weakened by the earlier torpedo attack to her bridge... Had collapsed as the second wave had slammed into her engines... Now most were out... The remaining were so heavily damaged that the Captain would face little choice but to shut down or face a reactor meltdown... Which would take down the entire ship...

 

The Imperials were now stuck... Either they abandoned formation to protect the Imperial Command ship... Or they stayed in formation and gave the Initiative to the Alliance... Either way The Fell Hammer was now just a over sized Golan... Unable to move the Alliance could back off it and concentrate on the other ships in the Imperial fleet... But that wasn't his concern... His job was to handle the enemy fighters... Still buzzing around...

 

Scanning for the heaviest combat areas Gren noted that the highest Alliance losses were in the surrounds of the now crippled SSD... It seems the Empire had got some reinforcements in the form of some Black Sun vessels... His grin widened..

 

At last I can fight these fools on an equal footing...

[CassandraKirk]

Nulmiri Had now gotten through around ten rooms. She Just wanted to leave. She just HAD to come up on something eventually.

 

She hid behind a box as another door blew open. She ran into the next room. It was a long hallway with about seven doors. ' Oh boy.....' She thought to herself. She needed to choose one, but if she chose the wrong one, she could-and probably would- die. She stood there for a moment, trying to figure out which door to blow open. She began calculating it in her head. If she had continued on the path she had first been on, she would have been in the hangar by now. But she went left and then kept going strait, so if she turned right, she might be able to find the hangar again.

 

She chose the last door on the right, which turned out to be the right one! She had only gotten through three more rooms when she blew open the door into another hangar. Her hope suddenly rose. There were two shuttles there. If she could steal one, she could leave. She ran to the first one and boarded it. She sat down, She had never seen controllers like these before, but she knew if she didn't try, she would probably die. Taking a deep breath, she pressed a button that looked like the right one. It did nothing. She took another deep breath and pressed a big blue button. It worked! The shuttle started up! She breathed a sigh of relief. She had a chance! She grabbed the controllers with shaky hands. She slowly lifted it off the ground and out of the hangar. She had made it off the ship! However, she still had no idea what had happened to her master, but she had a bad feeling about that, too.

[Omega73]

((OOC: Gren, Delta73 is out of town for a few days. Not quite sure what to do considering I can't pilot)

Crosa switched to his Ion cannon as Delta ordered. He started firing again until the rebels started to retreat. He heard Delta talking into his com. He seemed to be asking for orders... Crosa sighed to himself and thought

 

I guess we are working for the Empire... For now...

Edited April 11, 2007 by Guest

[Raynuk Montar]

(Like I said, Good duel Scorp. You kept me on my toes.)

 

Quietus continued to cackle as he slowly crossed the room, still a bit unsteady on his feet due to the latest onslaught at the hands of the Jedi. But still wrapped in the comforting blanket of the darkside, the Dark Lord of the Sith crossed the room and now stood mere inches from Scorp, who was still gurgling and bleeding out, clinging to the lest ounces of life. Without a single word, Quietus raised his boot, and stomped down hard on Scorp's head, crushing it. (think curb-stomp from Gears of War ) There was a crack, a crunch, and a squish as blood and brain matter squired across the room, making quite a mess.

 

The military personal were clearly not used to this kind of carnage; after all, they were in the sensor room of the Vortex, not stormtroopers. A few of them became physically sick, and soon the room had a completely different smell to add to the mix of blood and burnt flesh. Grabbing Scorp's body by it's ankle, the Dark Lord dragged the corpse out of the room and back into the docking bay, which was still smoldering in some places. The Ogariv II was still in its spot, and Quietus quickly looked at both the remains of Scorp's ship, which was now spread out across one side of the docking bay, a clear blast crater where the ship once sat. The only other thing that caught the Sith's eyes was the pile of burnt flesh that used to be Nom. With a chuckle, he kicked Nom's body just out of pure spite for the Jedi, and looked out the docking bay towards the battle which was still looming above.

 

it was in that moment that he saw the shuttle soar by, the shuttle which, upon further prodding, Quietus found contained Scorp's apprentice. For a moment Quietus thought about ordering the Vortex to fire on the shuttle, sending Scorp's apprentice to the grave just as he had done to Scorp himself. But that would serve little purpose, or little satisfaction for the Sith. So instead, he reached out and touched the mind of Nulmiri sending her a cryptic message.

Yess... Flee little Jedi. Your master is dead by my hand. You do well to flee from the wrath of the Sith, in that regard, you are smarter then the two Jedi who died at my hand today. Run little Jedi... Run...

 

Quietus grinned once more and suddenly got a very devious idea. He needed to prove just how merciless the Dark Lord of the Sith was. Hoisting Scorp's body over his shoulder, Quietus returned to enter the depths of the Vortex.

 

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A little bit later, Quietus entered the bridge of the Vortex, and shot a look at the commanding officer, who seemed both terrified and relieved to see the Sith.

 

"Commander, send a message to the Emperor. The intruders on the Vortex have been dealt with or fled. All of them."

 

Quietus opened and closed his left hand, bandaged clearly visible below his now tattered cloaks and clothing from where the small metal fragments had penetrated his skin. His thighs were completely covered in bandages and bacta patches to repair the damage done by the explosion of Nom's lightsabers. After the comm had been sent to the Fel Hammer, the Dark Lord walked around the bridge in silence before a moment, seemingly thinking. He looked out at the space fight that continued, noticing which ships were attacking which. Finally, after studying the battle, the Dark Lord spoke.

 

"Commander, target the Justiciar... specifically the bridge if you can, and i want you to fire the front starboard missile launcher. Just one shot will do."

 

The commander looked at the Dark Lord with a mixture of mild surprise and confusion, but knew better then to question one such as him. Doing as he was told, the faint sound of the missile being launched was followed soon by the sight of it streaking towards the depth of the battle. Reaching out with his mind, the Dark Lord helped steer and protect this specific missile as it streaked across space. He adjusted its path to avoid other ships, and pushed and pulled it to avoid turbolaser fire. The missile closed in on its target. But Quietus knew that the missile itself would never actually reach the bridge, not with the deflector shield still up. But that did not matter.

 

The moment of impact arrived, and there was a faint flash in the distance over the Justiciar as the missile hit the shield, but the after effects of the blast were Quietus' true intentions. What no none on either ship knew was that Quietus had effectively strapped the body of Scorp to the missile, and so once the missile hit the deflector shield, Scorp's body exploded with it, but given the momentum granted by the missile, the Jedi's blood and guts, his liquefied body, continued on their path through the shield un-phased...

 

and splashed all over the forward viewports on the bridge, effectively blinding the ship and it's bridge crew. All they could see for now was a wave of red and crimson.

 

(Note: My 'attack' on the Justiciar caused no damage to the ship, and really didnt do anything except make a mess, so I figured there would be little if any oppisition to the move. Just havin a bit of fun. )

[Onderin Starlisk]

OOC: There's no way in the universe that Scorp's body could have penetrated a deflector shield.

 

IC:

Onderin, finding Geki's attack at its end, stood and released his hold on the minds of his crew. "We've weathered this attack for now," he said to his recovered bridge crew. "It's time to get a hold of this battle again."

 

He updated himself with the actions of the Liberty as commanded by Jedi Master Kirlocca, thought for a moment that he didn't like it when people--even allies--took control of his craft, then dismissed the move as harmless and reorganized the fleet's formation to continue the battle.

 

Fell Hammer's engines were gone, so it would be easy to outflank them, and that's what Onderin ordered. He could sense Armiena's willfull presence aboard the Super Star Destroyer and mentally acknowledged her. "I want to be able to bring that thing down as soon as the Jedi aboard return to safety," he said to his fleet. But not until then, he added mentally.

 

The only pressing issue right now was the continued function of that Interdictor cruiser. Master Anorus had been unable to capture it, and that was rather disturbing to the Admiral. Perhaps there was some great power there, some great Sith, that drove him away, even killed him. But maybe that power had also moved on.

 

Onderin opened another comm. "Commander Sairdonga, I have a request. If you're not doing anything particularly important right now, I'd like you to attempt to board the Interdictor cruiser. Take some men with you," the Jedi Master said. "If you feel outmatched when you arrive, don't be afraid to pull out."

 

He didn't want to throw Gren's life away....