At the crypts of Nybeth - Cult Sith vs Jedi/GA skirmish.

[Nightmare Moon]

TUND~

A near barren planet bombarded with radiation where people live within Bio domes which forge a protective atmosphere.
But, within the depths beneath the surface a crypt of the old Tundian sorcerers have been discovered by an uprising cult revering the ancient gods of the Sith race.

The artifacts in the crypt are said to retain the advanced knowledge of the Sorcerers of Tund, which until recently have been all but lost. Including their practices, their methods, and their enigmatic history.

Tund, being so close to the battle of Boonta, has allowed A sith ship to slip past the radar undetected at large. Tunds' climate allowing for horrible defenses, but they did not move without a trace. A distress signal was sent out by several hermits sitting in the underground crypt. Though cut short, the distress signal merits investigation.

-Shink, schink , shkink.- The sound echoed through the decaying hallways and echoing caverns of the crypt. Alceus Vox Archbishop of Typhojem strode into the great space where over a millenia ago the sorcerers of Tund had hidden their knowledge. Filled with gravemarkers , sargophigi mausoleams and statures the area was nowhere near what one would call an easy place to fight in especially if one was used to more open spaces. The dead flocked everywhere, spirits filled the air (invisible to those without knowlede of the necromatic arts) while corpses both skeletal and mummified lay both in their tombs and buried just beneath the earth.

Alceaus himself presented an imposing figure well over six feet in lengh with a great beard. He looked as would a saint from another age. His robes covered in arcane runes of defence did little to conceal the massive metal claw that had replaced his left hand, which had before been producing the metallic noise. The Arm of Typhojem - a mark of favour from the dark powers that the Jedi wished to forget in this age of reason and progress. A sign that the immortal gods and their ways were never gone and that chaos and old night lurked just beneath the surface of the galaxy ready to burst forth and claim countless lives in it's wake. Aside the claw Alceaus's bastard sized force blade clasped in his right hand seemed rather insignificant though otherwise it would be thought a fearsome weapon.


Though the knowledge Alceuas wanted was so close he could feel the presence of others - Jedi heretics to be precise, upon the horizon. He turned to the two accolytes who had accompanied him in the mission. Rareth - the Barabel, and Kyra - an aspiring necromancer. Two useful people to have beside him in this mission. Taking a fleeting back step he stood upon a sarcophegus, turning to the two, and spreading out his right arm and adulated.

"The two of you, enemies come, prepare for battle, we cannot allow this crypt to fall into the hands of the Je'dai. Dark ones, let flow the power of the dark side. Summon your spirits now, as well as your strength, we must fight as one. The Je'dai have yet to feel the power we command as sorcerers of the Sith order. I will blind them with the power of true darkness. Though do not fear it, it is your ally!"

With that he began to summon the powers of the dark side of the force, they were in a dark, semi enclosed cavern to begin with, so feeling the pull of darkness he began to chant;

"Rammere' Ras'era, Rammere' Ras'era, Rammere' Ras'era, Rammere' Ras'era, Rammere' Ras'era, Rammere' Ras'era."

To those untrained in sorcery, they would feel, even see musical ripples in the force eminating from him as a central point. The dark force power that was building up was subtle, but magnetic. The attack welling up within him, wasv dark sorceries' answer to battle meditation. Revealing the hand of Typhojem and wearing his protective robes, the power was coming quickly, Though not strong enough to cast over an entire battlefield like the Sith of old. He was potent enough for this. Taking a step back behind the sarcophegus for protection in a pinch. He opened his eyes continuing to chant. Getting louder and louder.

"Rammere' Ras'era, Rammere' Ras'era, Rammere' Ras'era, Rammere' Ras'era, Rammere' Ras'era, Rammere' Ras'era."

 

[TAC]

To be completely honest, Rareth was unsure of the talk of immortal Gods of the sith magic. Barab I did not have any such deity, and the lizard had a difficult time wrapping it's heard around the idea. What was undeniable, however, was the experiences he had developed from as a Sith Cultist. The teachings of Alceaus, as well as his time spent practicing these "Dark Arts," pointed to the Archbishop's words being true. The man was powerful, and Rareth recognized this and knew it was this man who he should follow. And so he did.

He listened careful to the gibber of basic as the Sith warned of the approaching Jedi. The man begun an incantation as the acolyte turned. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and concentrated on the force. The green smoke of their magic begun to swirl around him, as he started to move towards what he knew as the 'spirit world.' As he begun to transcend to the world, however, he halted his progress, resulting him being stuck in the mortal world as a spirit.

The main jist was that he would be completely invisible, unseen both through the force and by sight. For all intents and purposes, the Sith did not exist in reality. He could, however, see and move perfectly unhindered, although he could not act upon the world of reality. He then allowing himself to seep back into reality JUST enough to speak, "T'is von illl be bee-chind 'dem," he hissed. Rolling back into the in between state, and again becoming completely invisible, the Barabel set forth and stood to the side outside of the cave.

He would not only get a good look at these enemies; he would be the key component to sealing their doom.

 

[Amon]

Kyra had gone with her master to a crypt on Nybeth. Joining them was another acolyte. It was someone Kyra didn't know but figured her master did. She took in her surroundings as they traveled through the crypt. Hearing her master's words Kyra nodded and prepared for battle.

Kyra summoned her two specters and had them animate two of the corpses. The two corpses stood by her side, awaiting their orders. On top of having undead bodyguards Kyra could feel her master's spell. With everybody fighting as one their enemies would not stand a chance.

Kyra walked outside the cave and stood at the ready. Her specters followed her outside. Kyra knew she had to be ready for anything. "Sif-Kun Tamoresta, lord of old I call upon you now. Hear my call and grant me your power so that the Sith may rise once more" Kyra said. These were the words Kyra needed to summon the spirit of a Sith crusader. The Nautolan sith spirit appeared for a brief moment before disappearing. The spirit was not gone however, it was just lending its power to Kyra. Gripping her lightsabers Kyra was ready to fight.

 

[Solaris]

"This place reeks of the Dark Side," Char said, his voice deep and gravelly coming from behind the fearsome dragon-horned helmet he wore. The big man was clad in his Jensaarai armor, slate grey, tan, and bronze plating over grey krayt leather and black armorweave that bore a stylistic resemblance to the Tatooinian apex predator. He was kitted for battle, the pockets of his armor loaded with spare power packs, grenades, medical kits, and his veritable arsenal of blasters and blades. A Dark Eye probe droid hovered at his shoulder, the black droid's repulsors almost perfectly silent in the eerie setting only adding to its unspoken menace. The only indications he was a Jedi was the lightsaber clipped to his belt - and the fact that the two men standing with him were dressed in much more traditional Jedi garb. Though Char seemed calm, beneath that placid exterior he was seething with a cauldron of dark emotions just begging for something to vent on. He was keyed up, adrenaline pumping and heart pounding with anticipation, but his mind was clear and at peace - the unity of opposites. Aggression and serenity, reason and emotion, action and reaction. To a Jensaarai, they were one and the same.

Char had no small familiarity with the darker aspects of the Force, himself being a fairly practiced alchemist - probably one of the most experienced alchemists in the Jedi Order. What he sensed roiling up in this tomb, though, was something far, far fouler than anything he'd read, much less done. This was true Sith magic, corrupt and foul, not the purer Jensaarai arts he practiced.

Char looked at the entrance to the entrance to the crypt, so innocuous; a simple cave in the poisoned countryside. Deep beneath the surface, he could feel the searing darkness within, all-consuming and all-destroying. It was worse than the over-abundance of light he'd encountered on Tython and Empress Teta, where the suffusion of Jedi's growing, luminous presence had been almost stifling. Char allowed himself a moment to yearn for the comforting stillness of space, or at least the serenity of his ageless desert homeworld, before bringing himself back to the task at hand. "Best be cautious. If this ain't a trap, I'm a two-trugut Twi'lek schutta."

Char drew his own lightsaber and ignited the weapon's meter-long nova-bright pale blue blade with a snap-hiss. He was less than interested in the kid, however, so much as he was in dismantling her monstrous bodyguards. He reached out with the Force and violently hurled one of them out of the cave with enough force to launch a landspeeder. Char watched the corpse hurtling towards him before stepping forward and sweeping his lightsaber into a neatly-executed circular mou kei strike, attacking all four of its limbs with the searing blade.

 

[Gaja]

"I agree... I can sense a faint presence of force users..." Another of the jedi in the group of three spoke, replying to Char. He met the man recently during a mission on the desert world of Tatooine and in a way he respected and liked Char more than a lot of jedi out there. Certainly he had not only a strategic mind but an understanding for combat and teamwork, something any smart man would appreciate. Walking in his newly crafted battle armor Guhoo adjusted his black bandanna his senses just waiting to pick up the presence of their hosts.

He was the most competent sensor in the group and would help pinpoint any opposition the jedi would encounter here. His armor on the other hand was inspired by the designs of old, Jedi used to wear armor like this back during the days of the Old Republic several thousand years ago. And now with the help of a fellow Jedi Knight Guhoo too owned a similarly designed armor, his armor though was crafted specifically to combat lightsaber users. Adjusting his robe the blond haired Knight and the group reached a point where eventually their investigation would bare some fruits. Foul fruits in the form of sith...

"Guess we found what we were looking for..." In front of them was a young, creepy Nautolan girl brimming in the dark side with two twisted forms standing beside her. No doubt an acolyte trying to protect the entryway that lay behind her and with that very likely more sith and maybe her master. Yet there seemed something odd about it, Guhoo could feel it. "This is a trap. So I guess we should spring it then..." He took his lightsaber in to his left hand activating it and revealing the long orange blade as he stepped forward beside Char. Their third team member was left in the back, for now.

He wouldn't attack her like that though, instead Guhoo focused and with a push of his hand he unleashed a wave of force energy aimed directly at the Sith Acolyte. She may have been a child, but she was without a doubt a Sith. The blast itself was very quick and would be very difficult for the young Acolyte to see coming unless of course she had extensive experience in foreseeing and defending it, though at 13 it was somewhat unlikely. With a serious look on his face the experienced Jedi Knight remained on guard, what did the Sith have in store for them here, he wondered.

 

[Twisted Reality]

Jorn kept to himself as the other two members of there group spoke, Jorn may not have been the aggressive jedi they were, but he came along because if they did encounter sith as the other two were outnumbered he’d be able to hold the attention of one of them to even the playing field. He didn’t wear armor; he hadn’t had the chance to get any. But even without it, he had a strong defense. He was a devout practitioner of Soresu, and he had knowledge of defensive force powers.

“Hmm, indeed, just don’t be too hasty. If we can turn it against them, we should.” Jorn finally pitched in his two credits to the pot so to speak. Unclipping his light saber from his belt and kept his hood drawn over his head. The Kel Dor Jedi activated his light saber moving to walk beside Guhoo. The snap-hiss of his light saber echoed around them. The emerald blade humming lightly, he didn't see much use for words.

He was always on guard, and would not let his normal talk first, fight if he must attitude take over. But he saw the young Nautolan, but it seemed Guhoo and Char would take the aggressive stand point. Jorn didn’t know if they should split up and leave one here to deal with the young sith. The dark side was thick here, even he could sense it. Clearing his mind, and opening himself up to the force he was ready for anything they could send at him.

Jorn hadn't expected the dark side to be so strong in such a desolate place, but none the less he was ready and the line of Jedi walking into battle. Each holding a different color of blade, and each with a different style of combat, it gave a sense of unpredictability. “Shall I take the young one?” He glanced over at the other two, they seemed to have more field experience then he did. So he would defer to them for there tactics.

 

[Nightmare Moon]

"Come ye who dwell in the blackest pit , blow your chilling breath across the battlefield and freeze the marrow of my enemies bones. Oh winds of Boga rage across torn stars and make thine way to this place. Suck the light from those who would deface your temples and make mockery of thine holy places. Let them taste but a drop of the hereafter and the torments that shall be heaped upon their fractured sprits. By the name of the immortal gods I command it."

From behind the curtain of reality itself the darkness began to flow. Unlike the powers of the Jedi it first appeared as ripples spreading out in large waves along the battlefield. A stifling black presence that would make visibility next to nothing for the Jedi caught in it but allow the darkside practitioners to see as clear as day. When caught in the mist the Jedi would be subject to the emanations of the dark - dealing no physical harm but stifling their senses both bodily and force based. Voices of their dead loved ones calling to them, shrieks of pain and peaks of negative emotion. Though this was nothing compared to the immense roar hidden behind those sounds. None knew what beast or spirit let forth the terrible cries that seemed to rock the catacombs though all who heard it knew that they were hearing something not meant for them. Something so ancient and terrible that it's very voice was enough to drive fear into even the hearts of the warriors of Ashla.

All except for those who had sold their souls for the magic of the Sith however. This was the voice of their god risen from chaos a sign that his will was with them and his work was being done.

In this perpetual night the Jedi would have to do battle with the girl who commanded dead things to creep from their graves and the cold blooded monster whose presence - now halfway between worlds and shrouded in gloom would be undetectable by even the most astute of masters.

 

[TAC]

Rareth could not use the force while behind reality; simply because there was nothing BUT the force there. The manipulation of the force he relied on as a dark side user had no effect. The ripple effect that he felt, however, was impossible to not notice. Reality blurred as Rareth looked upon the display of dark side abilities. He had moved out and around the Jedi, and was now 5 meters from the last one's back. Calling himself back into reality, the Barabel set into a dead spring, leaving not more than few moments between when he was again in reality and when he would be on the Jedi's back.

His weapons still attached firmly to his belt and back, the Lizard sentient came at the Jedi on all fours, his teeth gnashing.

 

[Amon]

Kyra stood her ground as three Jedi approached her. The young girl had a job to do and she was going to do it. Once she could clearly see the Jedi Kyra ignited her lightsabers. In her right hand Kyra held a pitch black blade while in the left she held a blood red lightsaber.

Kyra watched as one of her undead bodyguards got shoved across the room. She didn't care as it could come back. The second corpse was under attack as well. Even if it lost Kyra was prepared to summon more.

Turning her attention to the other Jedi Kyra could feel an attack coming. One of them had been gathering the force. Kyra replied with a force push of her own. Normally she'd be too weak to have any effect on a Jedi, however right now she had a spirit inside her amplifying her powers. This caused the two force moves to cancel each other out. Kyra moved closer to the Jedi who had attacked her. Her movements were slow and cautious. Her actions came from the Niman form. Niman was not normally used with two blades, which threw most people off.

Kyra could sense her first corpse bodyguard returning to battle. To be on the safe side Kyra summoned two more specters and had then animate two more bodies. Controlling four specters at once was her limit at the moment. The three corpses joined in the fight against the man who had attacked the corpse earlier.

Kyra knew all this would tire her out if not do some damage to herself, if she lived, but it was worth it.

 

[Solaris]

Char recognized what their as-yet unmet foe had conjured. It was an illusion, phantasms conjured from Chaos with dark magic. Designed to stifle the senses and cause despair, it thinned the veil between the world of the living and the world of the dead. It worked best against those with unresolved issues, particularly involving their dearly departed, and could bring even the most stalwart to sorrow and despair.
The technique rarely backfired, but when it did...

"Your senses can deceive you," a painfully familiar voice whispered in Char's ear. "Don't trust them."

Char smiled. "Trust in the Force," he whispered back. He cleared his mind, emptying himself of thought and opening himself to the will of the Force. The unholy roar and shrieks of the dead fell away, leaving only the Jensaarai alone in the luminance of the Force, his Jedi comrades beside him. He held his lightsaber up, its azure blade shining as brightly as the suns of Char's homeworld. Like the suns, it drove away the night - the light grew more brilliant until dawn rose again, burning away the fell spirits and their undead vessels like so much dew before the coming day.

They would cleanse this tomb, purge the rot and those who festered in its corruption in their twisted, vain desire to gain more power.

The Force willed it.

 

[Gaja]

Looking at Jorn before Kyra deflected his attack Guhoo commented on his words. "Jorn you really wanna beat little teenage girls? Go right ahead, she sold me bad cookies, so you Smite the Ebil one!"

In a way this whole situation was a mess, a trap if Guhoo ever saw one. So the Sith would only put a little girl to battle the hunting party, yeah right! Guhoo knew the Sith better than that! Focusing he actually expected someone to pull out a bazooka and shoot at them so rather than going forward and just cutting the child down via head-kick the blond Knight focused as he established a barrier around them, pouring his energy into it slowly to protect them from a possible attack. What he felt though alarmed him to quickly bolster their defense! He felt a presence, like one would feel smoke trying to get near them, a vile poison trying weaken them for an attack.

Blue force energies formed around the trio, and were strangely enough aided by Char's own energies forcing the darkness away. Guhoo didn't falter however, he now saw what his former master wanted him to learn. Keep not only physical objects out of your barrier but everything else as well. Do not allow anything to penetrate it, force based or otherwise. All the hard training under the now Dark Jedi Mira Albion paid of! For the two Jedi had effectively resisted a dark side technique aimed to weaken their resolve and minds.

Like a black mist around them the dark technique passed but with their combined efforts Char and Guhoo forced it away, cleansing the battlefield so that they could once more move around. But that wasn't all, keeping the barrier up for a second longer Guhoo picked up something. Something big had just attacked them from behind and hit his barrier dead on, effectively saving Jorn from getting mauled, or so Guhoo thought at least. Turning around it was a massive beast, a force user that had concealed himself from them.

"Oh no...." Guhoo said in a deep voice for his fellow jedi to hear. "The spirits, the spirits have got me..." A wicked grin spread on his face as he walked back towards Rareth, igniting his second lightsaber and revealing the violet blade as his blue eyes focused on the bigger creature. "Guess you're going to die now..." While Kyra had managed to cancel his initial attack Guhoo was confident that Char or Jorn would be able to handle it. When they were done here, they could go ahead and find the person commanding these two but right now it was time to get freaky.

Rareth had enough time to ready himself to engage the Knight, though Guhoo made it quite clear that he wasn't here to play as he spread both his blades out and approached the creature slowly, never taking his eyes off him...

 

[Twisted Reality]

Jorn cocked his head to the side as he looked over at Guhoo, his gruff voice of that seemed to be common to his people broke the silence. “Oh? Did they taste like dead people?” He thought it would be appropriate seeing as she raised the dead. That was when he felt it, a ripple in the force coming from what he could tell within the cavern. He was about to do what Guhoo did but he was beaten to it, as the black fog rolled through it bellowed along the barrier.

Jorn scanned around them and when the light that Char seemed to invoke with the assistance of Guhoo dispelled the…spell or whatever it was. He had to shield himself from the light, but the sound of something hitting the barrier. Turning his head for a second to see what it was he remained calm, but the sound of his more animated companion filled the air once again. Speaking about spirits and Jorn just couldn’t resist.

“I knew there was something off about you.” He jested and as Guhoo started to approach the creature. Jorn decided to aid the Knight, Jorn turned his light saber back handed as he turned thrusting his hands forward he fired a concentrated blast of force energy at the Barrab. To mainly distract the creature, and help Guhoo dispatch the creature faster so they could find the master of these two and finish this. “Char, can you hold her undead at bay?” He turned to face Kyra once more, now ignoring the Barrab but keeping a mental note of his presence.

He didn’t bother looking to see if his force push had done anything or not. Flipping his grip once more he took a deep breath and stepped forward. Walking towards Kyra, his hood Jorn was defensive minded but he could find holes in defense quite easily. It seemed unlikely that the child had the experience to use two sabers effectively at her age. And contrary to what she may think it was no uncommon for a force user to use two blades with Niman, Jar’kai was after all a sub form of Niman.

Jorn had to study other styles to choose which one he preferred, He stopped and made sure to keep mental note that she had undead at her command. He took the opening stance of Soresu, holding the hilt of his light saber back angled down and his left hand held up in a challenge, with his right leg back and braced. “You shall be my adversary” He was prepared for anything, and if she decided to use force powers then she’d only tire herself out. He had defensive options for many aspects of attack, all he needed was one opening.

 

[Nightmare Moon]

The fact that the though some twist of fate the Jedi had managed to counter his spell effortlessly annoyed Alceaus to no end. Rising from his position he moved swiftly to where he might see the action commencing. Then focusing his gaze on the Padawan not locked in combat with his acolytes. Let him be punished for his own stupidity and let those present see if the blonde one could still smile when he was covered with his friends entrails.

With the power of telekinesis Alceaus activated the grenades across the body of Char setting them to explode in the quickest amount of time possible. Following this he brought the telekinesis to the task of pinning the explosives to Chars body. The other Jedi faced with his two acolytes would not have the time to assist Char as they had engaged the others and Char himself could scarcely hope to match the older sorcerers power. Even attempting to remove his clothes would be fruitless as the grenades were pressing so hard against his skin as to restrict the action.

Really the padawan had no one to blame save for himself - anyone with half a mind would know beter than to utilise such devices against an opponent who possessed the powers of telekinesis.

 

[TAC]

Rareth had never fought Jedi before; but he realized, as he was thrown backwards by the force push, they were not so different from the sith he often sparred with. They were fast, strong, and although they might claim the opposite, arrogant. The Acolyte landed on all four out of the Force Push. That, combined with thumping into the barrier he hadn't realized was there, had knocked the sith slightly off of his game, but he took a moment to re-cooperate. If they were going to win this fight, he'd have to play it smart.

As the Jedi watched him carefully, the Barabel's eyes also met his. For now, this man was the Sith's only concerned; the rest of the combatants would be occupied for the moment, and this was his chance. Standing up straight slowly, the Barabel took out the ancient but beautiful lightsaber, igniting it. The blade was not as defined as most lightsabers: having an almost clear, smokey look to it. The plasma of the weapon seemed at times not connected as it hummed, contained by the superior technology. Rareth knew that it was just as deadly and whole as any other blade, though, and would serve him best.

Giving no indication of his form before he started, Rareth suddenly sprung into action. The first swing was a hard one, towards the Jedi's left. Rareth had no doubt the Jedi would meet with a block, but the large lizard knew his sheer strength would be something the Jedi would not expect. The kinetic energy from the wide swing would, undoubtedly, prove to be substantial; not to even mention the added strength from the Force. As he lunged for the first attack, however, the Acolyte was already calculating responses and taping into the force to be ready to parry. He would make no mistakes during this duel; it could mean his death, and worse, the failing of their mission.

 

[Amon]

Kyra watched as her undead bodyguards were effortlessly destroyed, body and all. She had been unaware that a Jedi could do that so easily. Kyra had expected her specters to put up some kind of fight. She couldn't focus on summoning more specters at the moment, her attention was focused on the two Jedi she had to fight as well making sure she could control the spirit inside her.

Glancing in Rareth's direction Kyra saw he was focusing on the Jedi before him. It was best not to interrupt that. Glancing at the other Jedi Kyra noticed his grenades being activated. Her master must have done that using his telekinesis. So that was something she didn't have to worry about, for now anyways. With those two Jedi held up that left one for her to deal with.

Kyra's attention was brought to the one who had challenged her. "Alright" Kyra said simply. Her voice was strange, as if two people talking in unison. Her voice also had the sound of something cold and hollow. Not the kind of voice a normal teenage girl would have, then again Kyra wasn't normal. Putting her red lightsaber away Kyra decided to use one lightsaber for now. Taking a few steps back Kyra got into her stance Kyra stared at the man. She was studying his stance to see if there were any openings. So far she couldn't see any but decided to wait for him to attack.

 

[Solaris]

"Karking chuba," Char cursed when he felt the clumsy telekinetic assault. He hated opponents who thought they were clever.

For example, he hated opponents whose practical knowledge of modern weaponry was practically nil, and yet they tried pulling cute little tricks like setting off several grenades inside their wearer's vest. He hadn't disengaged the safeties on the more interesting grenades, but Char recognized the distinctive hum of the concussion and stun grenades timing down.

A solution presented itself.

Char sprinted towards the old man with his lightsaber up at the guard, tackling him just as the grenades went off. Though Char's armor readily absorbed the worst of the blast and he shunted it out with his own telekinetic expertise combined with the very design of his carrier vest, it still blew him back - but the worst of the combined blasts of a half-dozen concussion and stun grenades by far went to the Sith sorcerer. At that range, without protective gear, the damage could be lethal to a mundane human.

Char landed a few feet away and laughed, rolling to his feet. "Wermo," he muttered under his breath as he called his lightsaber back to his hand and ignited the blade once more, and faced the tall, frail man. He pushed the pain to the back of his mind, an exercise long since familiar to the experienced warrior. Char telekinetically lifted four thermal detonators up out of their pouches, set them to dead-man detonation with a thought, and then sent them speeding towards the Sith sorcerer like a spray of guided, explosive bullets that arced out wide before assaulting the sorcerer from several different angles. He focused to keep them aimed at his opponent, ready to counter defensive techniques with evasive maneuvers of his own, and let off on the dead-man switches only when they got the Sith sorcerer within their blast radii.

Spoiler: OOC

Unless Kyra has fairly well-developed clairvoyant powers, she wouldn't see that the grenades had been activated. They're inside pouches, not openly visible, and Char's armor is warded against that sort of thing.

I didn't object to Tommy's character seeing them 'cause he was not yet in melee, and thus doesn't have that many distractions to his focus - though it is a surprising bit of technical knowledge for someone who's spent his life dealing with sorcery rather than weaponry.

 

[Gaja]

When you're a 6'7'' and 340 plus pounds of Barabel few species in the galaxy could lay claims to being bigger or stronger than you. Trandoshans, Kushari and possibly a few others could but certainly not humans. Especially not the one who stood opposite of the Acolyte as he slowly walked forward, a dead serious look on his face. Pure physical strength, you had to give the Barabel that one but it mattered little. He was not Mira Albion, quite the opposite.

Because the person who developed Guhoo in many ways was one of the fastest people in the galaxy and that was not an overstatement by any stretch of the imagination. And while Guhoo couldn't lay claims to being at her level yet, he was a duelist whose speed was to be admired and feared. His reflexes were incredible as well as the force ran through his body, boosting his reaction time even further as he saw the imposing creature go for an incredibly powerful attack. It was too slow for Guhoo though...

Most sentient beings would still have problems with the attack of Rareth because it had speed, power and above all else reach which is why most would probably try to block somehow, Armstrong on the other hand though seemed to hop backwards just outside the range of the incredibly powerful swing as the blade rushed past him. And just like that he rushed inside as Rareth would realistically have no time to do anything exposing his right ribcage by missing Guhoo. The Jedi though went in quickly as he could, aided in a big way by Force Speed as he raised his left blade forward in an attempt to stab Rareth.

The attack wouldn't kill hi, though it would certainly put him out of the fight for now. His right blade though was pointed towards Rareth's other arm and should the giant beastman try to come back in some way to try and defend Guhoo would probably cut his arm of as well. This was it really... Check-mate?

 

[Twisted Reality]

It was in the moment that the girl put away her second light saber that Jorn knew he was right. She was too young to effectively wield two blades at the same time. Which made his job easier, if anything his job was to keep one at bay and prevent that one person from joining there ally's against another. The girl may not have realized it, but she was up against a skilled user of Soresu. Even for him being an Initiate, he'd trained in the style since he was 13. But he had to remain the calm center of the storm, and not let the events around them distract him. But when she did not attack he tilted his head a little bit, it may not have been his style but he was not one to attack first.

"You scared little sith?" He gestured for her to come at him with his off hand, which was still raised in challenge beside his blade. Jorn kept his eyes fixed on the girl, on the outside not unnerved by the fashion in which her voice sounded. Foul dark side power that was, let the dead rest it was unnatural not to mention disgusting. It was hard to tell were his eyes were fixed on due to the coverings his kind wears so he was going to use that to his advantage. Using the force he'd attempt to wrap it around the girls support leg, and with a use to force pull; pull it from under her. Mainly to disrupt her balance or lay her flat on her back, he knew that the use of Niman meant it left her with the option to weave in force powers with her light saber strikes.

He may have been young himself but he was not stupid, he didn't concern himself with the well being of his companions. They were more then capable of handling themselves all he had to do was tie up this little girls time until Guhoo was able to deal with whoever tried to blind them. Leave it to the sith to try underhanded tactics, it just so....sith-ish.

 

[Nightmare Moon]

As the padawan made for Alceaus grenades still attached the priest made a swift decision. The gods were not in favour of this event - this much was certain. The padawan using force light was a sign of this. It would be folly to stay here any longer.

"Rareth conjure forth as much smoke as you are able - the gods are against this action"

Calling on his nightsister heritage Alcaus brought forth a large cloud of Allyan spirit ichor a substance appeared to those who viewed it as green smoke.

This fog would could cover the sith's retreat to the ship. Unfortunately they day was lost and the Jedi would lay claim to the secrets of Tund.

 

[TAC]

The Sith acolyte acknowledged the order with a nod, and threw himself backwards out of the lightsaber combat. Sliding back into the fold so he was only slightly in reality, conjuring up green smoke, the Lizard man started walking moving around the Jedi creating the smoke. When he reached Alcaus he started moving backwards, towards their ship and away from the Jedi warriors. When he was satisfied with the smoke he had made, he ceased its production and started to sprint back towards the ship, still mostly invisible.

He managed to make it to the ship, easily. Walking away happy he was alive, the Barabel whispered "Ssssimple."