The Treaty Of Agamar

When Mors turned himself to get into a defensive stance, he was greeted by one of the Jedi's stored force energy. A blast of power sent him in a bee line through the air, crashing against the room's larger window. A messy web of cracks spawned from the impact, but transparisteel was not so easily broken. The Sith smacked against the glass and uttered a guttural grunt, dropping to the floor just before the window.

His vision was reduced to shapeless streaks, and he staggered to crawl. When his sight returned it was no more than blurred motion --- a ghost of the heated battle that was happening around him. He caught sight of his blaster in the chaos, flung just out of reach after the blast. A sharp pain pressed into his chest, but adrenaline forced him to move. With his arms, he began to crawl as quickly as he could muster toward the blaster.

The Jedi Knight Cassus Lammerai’s holy ire and instinctual militant reaction would be the boon that would give Internecion his one and only chance to emerge from this disastrous impending situation. Though the Ysanna had not realized it yet, the thrall he had weaved over the Agamarian Council had taken it’s tole on his reserve of proverbial ‘Force energy,’ his fearcrafting not exhausting in the realms of the physical but in the context of the energetic interconnecting web coursing around and through each of us - referenced as the Living Force by some, the Tao by others. Internecion’s ability to harness abilities which altered or effected the world outside of him, including that of any telepathic usage, had been severely limited in the frames of seconds in between seconds. Leaving him currently able to rely on his Sense spheres yet on the terms of any effect - in simple terms, a force push sent by Internecion could be deflected by any one of these Jedi Knight through half the concentration or effort it would normally take; manifesting in all such other forms of Force use as well, the power behind telekinetic effects, Tutaminis, even telepathy. Never the less as his back would turn to his enemy he would regardless feel the inability of Cassus to stop the horrid action of Soverin leading to his unleashing the full power of an entire duration of time spent building Force energy up. Such an influx of changes in the Force would surely still reverberate through Internecion’s mind and senses; even with his back turned to his enemy as it is in his still fluid turning movement - pivoting in his stance to his left as these events would transpire.

The very moment Cassus would call upon all that energy he had been building, sitting on and focusing on, in the same very moment Soverin would be drawing his blaster from within the swathed surfaces of his robes - Internecion would alter his course of action, pushing off the heels of his feet. Cause and effect, any dim wit in the Ysanna’s position wouldn’t need to be facing his adversary to know when an attack was coming when there was such a loud speaker of a warning; in the form of Cassus releasing a full amount of power through telekinetic means of the Force - blaring his power like a loud speaker thus even in Internecion’s Force-weakened state he would hear, he would feel such a manifestation. He was aware his back was to him, he knew this was their most opportune moment to strike. If the desired timing of the two Jedi’s beautifully elegant ‘X’ slash would intertwine as described - there would be a hair trigger of a moment for Internecion to change his direction of movement - especially using the incredible Force push Cassus unleashed as his warning - the trained mind and body of a warrior tuned to twitch at the first sign, this warrior’s training coming in handy in this regard.

He did not have the time to stop his previous momentum or the direction of it - his body still twisting to his left even as the push off his heels would cause his upper body to pass over the Left-Most end of the Council table his butt skimming the surface of the table as the previous action’s momentum would take him to turn to fully connect his butt to the table as his body would turn to the left sending Internecion over said table in a sort of slide; staying upright and his feet never genuinely leaving the ground (more turning in stride to carry the former movement out, his right foot pivoting to the left, left foot pivoting same direction - both feet carried past the left side of the table as they would turn his body leftward to face the onslaught that had already arrived) more of a sudden push of his weight and further commitment to the previous movement of his body turning. As such, abandoning all of his previous movements and commitments; carried on a simple pivot of his feet to turn in place, it would be quite easy to simply push his weight forward off of his heels.

In order to genuinely commit to this movement Internecion is forced to literally let go of his Sith weapon in his right hand, the moment he sensed Cassus’ power he would release his right grip of the lightsaber and carry out the forward springed turning glide, so to speak. Also putting an active lightsaber blade falling in Cassus or Shae Litorra’s path should they continue after him. In the shamble, he would be forced to drop the saber from his right hand out of necessity - but the effects of his left hand were left up to accident. The sudden change in movement causing his left hand to fumble drawing the proper explosive device - instead grasping a hand across his one back up flash grenades clipped close to the thermal detonator he had actually been reaching for, unclipping it during his change of movement as the events would play out he wouldn’t have much mind on his left hand as his entire focus would be clearing the table without being dissected. He would unclip the grenade, it automatically arming and preset to an interval between 3-4 second timer to detonation. His left hand outright dropping the wrong grenade in the process, summing up the previous action in entirety - as his outright fail to not only throw, but even draw the proper thermal detonator. As the flash grenade would unclip it would arm, and absently be dropped at the side of the Council table which Shea and Cassus advanced blindingly fast upon - his cloak being further cut to ribbons in the process, further shielding the image of any grenade from their immediate view as they would be upon him. The cloak, as it is slashed apart, falling in the same downward direction over the grenade - shielding it from view. The cloak would be in tatters, once the flash grenade detonated it would by no means also cover the flash itself - merely in the midst of fast moving combat, it would be less likely to see the grenade falling under the cloak, as it had transpired beneath the cloak's fold to begin with(the grenade unclipping, infact if he had never even turned around they shouldn't even be aware such an item existed in this situation as of yet).

The movement would carry harm to Internecion, along with the error of his TD-throw failure and the more crippling handicap of losing one of his two lightsabers in the beginning of a duel that could end up in him defending his life and the future of his spirit in the after life; these Jedi were no feeble politicians, they were warriors - that much was clear now. Losing his ability to rely on Jar’Kei and the more advanced flavor of his Juyo variant, losing access to his elements of Trakata - it would prove quite the loss, now he would simply attempt to survive.

As he would turn to face the assault, Shea’s saber would hit him first. His last second push sending him clear of the more fatal reaches of the interconnecting beautiful ‘X’ that was the blend of color between the two Jedi’s blades. His arms lifting up above the vaporizing edges, the very end of her blade would sizzle through his armor laying it to waste in fragments falling down from him at the ribcage - the movement carrying his posture back slightly as he would slide across the table, lowering him back and slightly further out of reach of Shea’s blade but slightly more in Cassus’ reach. The smell of burning skin filling the air, as the very end of her saber would graze his left ribcage; a mundane injury, yet laying waste to the connecting left side of his mantle, the chest plate ruined his armor rendered useless, even further with Cassus’ connecting. Never the less Shea’s blade would graze him at it’s maximum reach - and he would be moving back across the table, the flash grenade timed to explode right as she would be crossing to the desk’s surface, before she’d even get the time to try to vault over it after him - if she should go that route; he would be sliding into a standing position on the other side of the Council table turning to fully face them - his left arm held up to shield his face from the grenade. Right arm low at his side, a low hanging sleeve concealing that hand - grasping around a second hidden cylindrical hilt-like device - dropping from a clasp hidden up his sleeve.

As he had crossed the table’s surface and to a slight degree leaned back across it’s left side in such a sliding motion - Cassus’ blade would have wreaked more damage. Internecion had crossed the table with his back turning further to face the left most edge of Cassus’ blade. Intersecting into the back plate of his armor, and across the back region of either pauldron, and even glancing across the back of his helmet at the very last leftward flow of the arc. The very end of his blade (also hitting at it’s farthest reach, they would both need to cross the table to get closer to him as they had in sorts ‘barely’ missed him) sizzling across either shoulder blade after cutting through the armor like butter. A deeper slash then the one he had caught in his left side by Shea, it would prove mundane only in the sense of this battle - even if he is forced to retreat, he will need to seek immediate medical attention on par the degree of burn inflicted - but as far as muscular damage or anything else that could effect the present, not much else was gained except the drawing of first blood, and completely ruination of his upper armor; the rest falling to the ground in pieces. Internecion would turn as earlier described, prepared for whichever grenade he had dropped through that miniscule amount of time. We are talking 2 to 3 seconds, which it would take to vault across the left edge of the table - drop a flash grenade - and land on other side of the table turning in the end of the pivoting movement to face them.

The first part of the Jedi's attack went off almost perfectly. Cassus managed to catch the Sith that had just murdered the councilwoman flat-footed and sent him flying back into the large window at the rear of the room. Following up immediately upon his attack, Cassus attacked the large Sith just behind Shae. For such a large man who had been using the Force the Knight was rather surprised by how quickly the Sith reacted to the attacks. Rather swiftly he had turned and was trying to vault over the large wood table. Much to Cassus's surprise this Sith dropped his lightsaber as they attacked. What was it with Sith and dropping their weapons? It didn't matter to Cassus. Chasing after the fleeing Sith, the Jedi used the Force to guide his free left hand to where the hilt of the Sith's lightsaber was falling. Scooping it up, the Jedi vaulted onto the table in pursuit of the Sith staying hot on his tail, bloodshine blade in his left hand, cyan saber in his right.

Watching as the armor peeled off from their combined attacks, Cassus swung both blades at the Sith's back as he continued to close the gap. The Jedi was practically on top of the large Sith now, having stayed on him the whole time, his eyes cast up towards the Sith's neck and upper back which he was attacking with his cyan blade using a horizontal slash from Cassus's right to his left which would bisect all the way through the Sith's shoulder at the deltoid and out the other side. They were close enough to the wall that the large Sith wouldn't be able to roll forward to dodge, the height of the blade making it difficult to duck, and the depth of the strike would make it impossible to avoid unless he hugged the wall. The red blade in his left hand would slash at an angle downward towards the Sith's lower back from Cassus's left to his right, meaning that dodging to either direction would likely earn the bite of a lightsaber. Cassus would no doubt look like a whirling force of doom wielding two lightsabers at that moment, watching the Sith and ready to alter or defend in the event the Sith tried to lash out at him. With the flash grenade behind him, he was only alerted to its detonation by the sound, and the room illuminating for a moment. Otherwise the effect on Cassus would be largely irrelevant.

Shae knew she was beginning to overextend herself as he moved out of range of her attack. However, she felt the saber tear through armor, the point grazing skin. The Jedi had alternate plans that did not involve pressing this attack. She knew she had done enough damage to put this Sith at a disadvantage. As the Sith rolled back across the table, her saber barely cutting into him, Shae dropped and rolled to the side. This would come as the flash, already slightly draped over by the cloak, would erupt. She couldn’t see for an instant, but it did not matter. Her goal was to put in distance between her and the Sith, her previously lowered postured prepared for the duck and roll. This would also prevent her from getting shot by any other Sith.

Shae completed her roll and rose to stand, facing the Sith that had been thrown at the window. He was concussed and his vision would be completely blurred, mind still jarred from the impact. He would also have a few broken bones in his body. Shae wasted no time, closing the distance between them as he weakly began his way towards his blaster. Before the Sith could reach it, she snatched it.

Without warning, Shae slammed a powerful, Force-imbued thwack to the side of the Sith’s temple with the blaster. This was hard enough to kill a human, but it would knock the Anzati out cold from the rest of the fight. As he had already been concussed, he would have virtually no means of stopping this or reacting quickly enough.

Granted that the Anzati was successfully knocked out, Shae would then use the Sith’s own blaster to point at Internecion. With Cassus distracting him and his armor completely useless now, he was defenseless. Shae aimed carefully, ensuring that she couldn’t hit Cassus on accident and fired off a few shots at the Sith’s unprotected torso. Her goal was to put these men out of the fight instead of killing them. However, if they continued to be a problem, she would exterminate them.

As the Sith began to be pulled towards her, Kalii moved forward. Unfortunately the Sith had managed to resist her pull to a degree, not that it mattered. She had already begun moving forward and would continue to do so. Rushing the man just as he ignited his saber, Kalii would attempt to slap it away with a powerful horizontal stroke, coming in from the Sith's left, either to knock it out of his hands entirely or to temporarily knock it out of the way, leaving his guard open. Hopefully this would disrupt his concentration as well. If she managed to knock the saber out of his hand, Kalii would quickly level the point of her blade at the Sith’s throat and spit out a demand. “Surrender Sith!”


If however, her attempted disarm only managed to slap the blade away, Kalii would instead quickly rotate her blade downwards to intersect with either the Sith’s hand or lightsaber emitter. If this was successful Kalii would then rapidly point her blade at the Sith’s throat, demanding his surrender.

Mors clawed toward the blaster, trying to reach it with every muscle in his body that functioned. His pace only quickened when he caught Shae out of the corner of his eye advancing upon him. He spat blood and drool all over the floor with each painful motion, still remarkably active for someone who'd just suffered such a grizzly wound. He was bleeding internally, no doubt, and a readout of fractures would have to be collected later.

The Jedi, Shae, disappeared from his vision but the blaster was just within reach. As soon as he propped himself over the blaster so he could wrap his quaking hands around it, he blinked and it was gone. A panicked expression crossed his face, evident in the subtle twitch of one eye, before he was alerted of where it had moved. The weapon's barrel pressed against the back of his skull, digging through his matted black hair. He was sick at the notion of being defeated, starting to turn a scowl on the jedi. Mors' gaze cut through whatever chaotic battle was happening a few feet away or whatever escape plan was being formulated. He was able to take one sidelong glance at Shae, eyes wide to take in her features. The morning sun glared off of her form, all of their forms, and engulfed them in shadow, but he committed her to memory. In his chest he felt his heart beat tight against it's cage, ready to ---

The Jedi drove the blaster across the back of his head, knocking him out from blunt force trauma.

Maro was a trained bladesman, and a simple disarming blow wouldn't allow his concentration to waver enough for him to ease his palm into a defensive flick, his blade coming up to match with her's. He'd force it foreward to press vividly against her's in a loud screeching intersection. She'd succeed in destroying his concentration with this attack, however. He'd lean forward, resting his corrupted glare upon her.
"We came to debate." He'd hiss out as he'd attempt to send a quick kick towards her abdomen to push her away. If his words would distract her, the kick would surely land, allowing him more room to prepare for a defense.
Regardless if this landed or not, the building would begin to shake, and moan as an outside force would make a loud mechanical screech. Engines would be reverberating directly outside the windowless council chamber...

What little effect the flash grenade had on Cassus, Internecion would play it to his benefit. The battle worthy Jedi would be upon him as the Ysanna's feet had already gotten a mere heart beat's moment on the floor behind the Council table on the side closest to the giant wall of transparisteel, his entire body turning further leftward to face the Jedi by this point as he had slid across the left-side of the table, turning to cross his left shoulder facing the Jedi before he would even landed on the other side - the entire length of the transparisteel window shaking and rattling from Illias' starship closing in on the other side. The Ysanna would lower his stature into a wider horse stance - throwing his weight to the left ducking his body down and into a sliding motion across the floor, under Cassus' cross slash of red and cyan energy. Another timed snap-hiss sounding out from his lowered position, as he would ignite that hidden second lightsaber, both hands coming to grip it now.

Reflex and the hatred for the thought of a Jedi leaving Agamar with his chosen weapon still in hand - Internecion's second lightsaber blade would extend from the handle in all it's luminescent bloodshine glory, crossing up above the Ysanna's head to the higher position of both of Cassus' blades, intercepting them before he would even cross the table putting Internecion much lower in position, even the Ysanna's blade itself, then Cassus, from the Jedi's left to right - extending to it's full length in a slash-parry glancing across both of his 'X' slashing blades from their undersides. The fluid motion of his single blade carried with the strength of both his hands, allowing potentially a more powerful parry as the blade would glance across the underside of either of the Jedi's slices individually (either lightsaber held in either of Cassus' individual hands, Internecion's two handed grip glancing individually yet fast enough to almost seem in rapid succession against the undersides of either of Cassus' one handed gripped blades)- yet in one fluid horizontal line above the Ysanna's head.

As Internecion's sliding footwork would take him down, to the left, and then back petaling leftward - the end of his parry would cause the second effect of his glance of Cassus' second cyan blade to take it clear across the blade's length - his crimson blade would extend above meeting Cassus' left slash first closer in his guard upon the handle of the lightsaber (of his own red lightsaber held in the Jedi's left hand) the last foot of his blade as he would have enough reach to keep himself out of danger - if successful, the tip of his new blade would sizzle through the handle at it's emitter, barely missing Cassus' hand even should he not release the handle, with the intention to destroy the weapon in the Jedi's left hand. It was a quick-executed parry, the Ysanna did not have time to accurately aim. Whether that was successful or not, the motion would still be within the realms of parrying the Jedi's left blade upward harmlessly above the Ysanna's head - the horizontal line of the parry being pulled back with the end of his ducked back petaling movement - glancing the second cyan blade harmlessly overhead. The end of the movement taking him back further away from the Jedi, as Cassus would be crossing the table down to the ground toward the end of the parry, and aided by the temporary illumination the flash bang had effected him with, perhaps causing the counter to be that much harder to prevent due to his forward momentum. As he would back petal toward the transparisteel windows should the previous evasion be successful, away from Shea and Soverin's position clear on the other side of the room, he would raise higher in stature once away from melee reach - his movements carrying toward the area of the windows to keep Shea and Soverin in his periphereal vision - keeping Cassus directly in front, backing toward the sound of the starship's engines on the other side.

Attack blocked, Kalii’s icy blue saber binding in a hideous screech with the Sith’s red blade, the Sith leaned forward to hiss words in her face. His dark side corrupted eyes would meet hers, and she would return his glare with a cold look that would send a shiver of fear down the spine of lesser men. Even as their blades clashed, the council chamber began to rumble. The roar of a ships engine filled the room.

“Tell that to the councilor!” Kalii would spit back, yelling over the cacophony of engines, before receiving a swift kick to the abdomen. Stumbling back, her saber raised in guard, ready to defend herself against a sudden charge. Such actions were unnecessary however, because at that moment, the whine of laser cannons filled the air. As the large transparisteel glass shattered, permacrete dust filled the air. Wind blew through the room and the building shook as any of the councilors that remained in the room fled through the open doorway behind Kalii.

The Sith moved much faster than Cassus expected, and his counter attack ended up bisecting the emitter of the blood red lightsaber. The heat of the blade causing his fingers to sweat underneath the gloves of his armor. Had it not been for that flash-bang grenade, he probably would have been able to react Frowning, Cassus tossed the useless cylinder of metal to the ground and stare at the Sith across form him, cyan-bladed lightsaber in hand as he waited to see what his opponent would do now. However, before the Knight could follow up with another attack, his ears heard a loud noise, like a ship's engines.

With the ship's guns opening fire, the Jedi had to think quickly and decisively. Using the nearby council table as cover from the shattering glass, Cassus pulled away from the Sith, having used too much Force to effectively defend himself by any extraordinary means, the Knight would have to use the more mundane ways of avoid fire, using his lightsaber if there was a shot too close to him which he couldn't dodge.

The Sith envoy's ship rose on command, activating it's laser cannons in unison to bombard the chamber. Rapid bolts of energy tore through the massive window that comprised one full wall. The ship strafed back and forth for a broader line of fire as it went to work destroying the interior of the room.

From the ground, all in a wide range could witness the top of the Council Center being obliterated. Wooden fragments from it's integrity blew through the air, raining in smoking pieces to the ground. The Ship promptly zipped through the air to disappear over the other side of the building. The crackle of saber blades meeting, and the sharp sound of blaster fire ceased within the chamber. It was quiet, and without contact.