Battle of Alsakan: New Xenvaer

[Just Matt Now]

"If you judge your opponents by their weapons, or lack-thereof, then I feel sorry for you. You Jedi say you fight for equality and peace yet here you are judging one you know nothing about." The Acolyte continued his rant out loud now, only jabbing at the mind of the Jedi who was clearly one with the Light side. Though he would not return the gesture and judge him back, nor would he underestimate the Knight. It was true, Vixur did not have his saber yet, though that was only because of his own will. He wanted to forge a weapon from his own power, and not have one handed to him. Nor would he be caught in a fight with a mere training saber. No, his Obsidian sword was much more powerful and would serve it's purpose.

The Stormtroopers fell in line with the Anzat's order, training their weapons on the remaining GA soldiers. His reinforcements had yet to arrive, though he was patient. They were holding their own, even now that the Jedi master was killed by the Head Mandalorian. Though the arrival of this new Jedi concerned the Sith, yet it was not an immediate threat...not yet at least. Vixur stopped sidestepping the Jedi Knight, having his back faced at his own troopers. He showed no fear, no sign of doubt. His focus was completely attuned to the Jedi, staring at him with a dark gaze. Blood started to fill his nostrils, the freshly spilled blood from the recent dead. This only made him crave more, more blood from those who defended their headquarters. This was where the Sith and Mandalorians will prevail, at the head of the Jedi.

Raising his sword high above his head, he waited for the Mon Calamarian to make his first move. He was a patient fighter, when he needed to be. Reaching out with his senses, he could feel the presences of all around him, be it GA or Stormtrooper alike. He could feel their emotions, feel their fear, their eagerness, and he could feel the presence of the Knight, albeit fearless as himself.

And when he did the Anzat was ready. Though he was impressed by the Mon Calamari's speed, Vixur braced himself as his neck seemed to tensing up all around. Being raised in the air, a drop of blood started falling from his opened, smiling mouth. It was as if he enjoyed the pain, though he knew from his training that this pain is what would make him stronger. Using the darkside to channel his pain to hate, and then into his own power, Vixur reached his arm up and grabbed a GA soldier with the force. Hurling his body like a rag-doll from his heightened sense, his body flew through the air towards Deenar, dropping his blaster helplessly.

The Stormtroopers behind him seeing the move he had pulled, and the current state of their leader, fired at the flailing body making its way towards the Jedi. Only to add more pain to his death.

 

[Bubák]

The young Knight smiled with his eyes as he saw his opponent did not resist as much as he expected. He drew a sick sense of pleasure from the sight of the Sith slowly getting closer to his death. Yes, a slow, painful death, that was what these Sith animals deserved. Just by seeing the blood dropping out of the Sith's mouth excited him, he wanted to make his death as slow and painful as possible, so he didn't immediately crush his neck, but applied the pressure slowly. He became the one with power to decide the fate of the man in front of him and the young Mon Cal felt a sick pleasure just by thinking about it. He felt as a god, and it felt good. This was why he had the power to control the Force. He could reshape the galaxy just by thinking about it, make it better. It was his fate to decide the fates of others. Deenar became the chosen one and changed the flow of things to come, finally making the galaxy a peaceful place to live.

Deenar snapped out of that when he saw the Sith was nowhere near defeated as he threw an Alliance soldier at him. Well, he had the barrier erected around, so if the trooper hit him, he'd just bounce off the Foce energy around the Mon Calamari. That'd cost him some energy though and possibly give the Sith and his troopers time to attack. The other option didn't seem much better. Cutting through his own soldier would have made him doubt himself, the exact thing the Sith surely wanted. What to do? He had to think fast, so he prepared his lightsaber in his right hand as he held the Sith's neck in his left. If only the Sith and their allies gave him more time to slowly take the life out of the Anzat...

Luckily for the young Mon Cal, the stormtroopers solved the problem for him as they started shooting at the Alliance trooper. Feeling the soldier was dead, the Jedi Knight raised his hand with a lightsaber towards the body. Cleanly cutting through it, he let both halves fall to the ground. If the soldier was alive, he would have acted differently, giving the Sith an advantage in an attempt to save the man's life, but he has no qualms of slicing through a corpse."Get out of here!" he ordered the soldiers who still didn't leave the place. They obviously didn't like leaving the healer behind, but they complied. Deenar didn't want the two sides start shooting at each other and definitely didn't want them to get in his way. Of course, the stormtroopers considered firing at the Mon Cal, but the young Jedi still held their leader and they definitely didn't want to hit him.

With the bubble still around him, the Mon Calamari narrowed his eyes as he saw the stormtroopers ready to open fire at the Sith's command. What would they do if their leader attacked them, though? A smirk formed in his face as he flung the Sith to the nearest group of stormies. It looked quite funny, really. Beating stormtroopers with a Sith. Deenar almost forgot the Sith was still very much alive, so he didn't focus on holding him in a crushing grip anymore. He still held him, but more like a child angrily wielding a toy and smashing around himself.

Spoiler: OOC

I've had two bottles of wine and four beers, sorry if it doesn't make any sense

 

[Sisk_Renelo]

Sisk felt the nausea hit him like a ton of bricks. He could feel his inner ear begin spinning, and recognized the effects of Malacia almost immediately. A nasty trick, but easy enough to counter. It took nothing more than a slight extension of the abilities every Padawan learned early on in their training, learning to conquer their own body. He drew inwards with the Force, and stabilized his equilibrium. It took a few seconds for the liquid in his ears to stop spinning, but Sisk was also a pilot, and he countered it to the best of his abilities. After all, a pilot wasn't worth anything if he couldn't keep his concentration and balance with nausea fighting against him. A slight misstep was the only outward sign of his trouble, but Sisk covered it neatly by sliding his ripper home, and drawing the mace from his back. He moved forward, his beskad held in his right hand, and his mace held firmly in his left, the crushgaunts that covered his hands and forearms power reading the feedback from the sensors in the palms, and cutting their power.

Sisk was only a few feet from the Jedi, and shifted into a classic fighting stance, the beskad held out slightly in front of his body, his torso twisted slightly, and the mace held close to his body, ready to block or attack. His came up on the balls of his feet, and danced forward slightly, the beskad darting out in a jab, meant to test the Jedi's reaction speed. It was aimed waist high, and darted forward like a cobra striking, almost invisible to the naked eye.

 

[Gaja]

The two men didn't have a lot of room to work with, they had to remain focused at all times. After all bullets were still flying as the Empire and the Mandalorian forces pressed forward. The Mandalorian victory in this sector of the planet was all but assured, but still the Battlemaster and the 636th offered resistance. It wasn't because they wished victory, they simply had to hold out until the signal was given for a full retreat. Their mission was to hold the enemy of long enough to evacuate the wounded.

Moving just a step backwards Guhoo made sure to keep a little distance between him and Sisk. And without an ETA to work with it was pretty much anyone's guess when that would happen but the familiar sound of a lightsaber activating it was becoming clear. The Mandalorian Warrior was facing the Jedi Battlemaster. And as the beskad in the mans right arm was thrown forward Guhoo's orange blade, which was in his left hand, moved to Guhoo's left slightly, the strong slicing weapon stopped just inches from his waist area.

He knew the hand had to go back, because he lead forward with his blade and if Sisk hadn't returned it back Guhoo might just take a part of it of, but it was then that the man exploded forward and like a Tsunami Sisk would feel it again, the force. A violent attack, force repulse, had left Guhoo's body and spread out like a sphere. As soon as he attack was properly executed Guhoo would seek to create some distance between him and his opponent, though if somehow Sisk remained close the Jedi Master would simply throw a, lightsaber, jab of his own to keep the man at bay.

 

[Just Matt Now]

What Vixur could only hope to happen actually did when the Jedi Knight made no attempt to save a member of his own soldiers. This Jedi was not like any other, he was definitely susceptible to being turned to the darkside. It was clear in the way he attacked, and defended himself. Cutting through an ally, be it dead or not, was not the Jedi way. Also the way he gripped Vixur's throat, making no attempt to end his life, but to squeeze his life out of him. Even many Sith were not so sadistic. As Deenar held the Acolyte, a smile gripped his lips, blood dripping down each side.

The Jedi's buble protected him against physical attacks, but it was no match for Vixur's mental ability. His mind control was unique to the Anzat species, being naturally skilled in the power. And aided by Sith training made it even more potent and effective to the Acolyte. Deenar could wail and toss him all he wanted, Vixur could take the pain, he embraced it to fuel his own anger. The Anzat closed his eyes and tapped into his inner powers, bringing them forth to attack the wall of defense that any smart Jedi would have created.

Tendrils in the force reached out from the mind of the Sith to the mind of the Jedi. In an unseen and unexpected attack, Vixur would break through his shields.

All became dark, the realization of who he really was had come into view. A Mon Calamari sitting alone in the dark, a spotlight illuminating his position was the only thing revealing the outline of who it was. Deenar stood from afar, barely recognizing the other Mon Calamari, yet he had a strange feeling that he knew who it was. The darkness surrounding the sitting Mon Cal had hidden most of itself from anything distinguishable. Though as it stood things became more clear. The Mon Cal had fiery red eyes, the black robe reminded one of a Sith's, a lightsaber hung from it's belt, the red focus crystal seen through the clear casing.

As it walked closer to Deenar, the realization was becoming more and more clear. It was himself, only in the future. The Sith-like Deenar gazed deeply into the Jedi's eyes. The power was clear, and he was stronger than a normal Sith master. Notches on his lightsaber indicating the many who had fallen to the Mon Cal's fighting ability. Extending his arm towards the Jedi Knight, the Mon Cal brought forth a storm of force lightning. Blue streaks came across the space between them until they had reached the Jedi. Deenar could feel the power excite his skin, the burning sensation becoming more and more real. He was then flung to the other side of the room, hitting the wall and falling to the floor. The Sith Deenar walked menacingly towards the fallen Knight. Drawing his crimson saber and aiming it at the Mon Cal. The Jedi went for his saber, though it was cut in half by the crimson blade. The fear of the Sith flowed through the Knight, though the fear was not his own, even as it felt so real. The Sith Deenar was using force fear to control his emotions, just another sign to show off his power.

The Sith then plunged his saber into the chest of the Jedi Knight.

All of a sudden, as if the saber had now connected the two beings into one. They were fused together. The right side of the Mon Calamari bore that which represented the Jedi, his eyes were clear and blue and his skin was light and pale. Though on his other side the Sith Darth stood, his skin much darker than before. His eye was red with the flame of the dark side. This side had a strong sense, the feeling of power and destiny. It was consuming the other half, the light side not standing a chance against the much more powerful Sith Deenar until they were finally fused into one...the result, one of the most powerful and highly renowned Sith in the galaxy.

Vixur's imagination was let loose onto the mind of the Knight. His power and ability coming forth as sharp and clear as reality itself. The control over his mind, if not changing Deenar into the dark side, would have caused enough for the grip of the Knight to be released.

The Anzat picked himself off of the ground, his body had ached from the pain and torment he had just gone through, though this was the catalyst to strengthen his mind control power. Commanding his stromtroopers to attack the remaining GA members.

 

[Bubák]

Feeling as the foolish Sith attempted to attack his mind, Deenar smirked and immediately brought up the mental shield. It was particularly hard to manipulate a mind of a Force sensitive, more so of a trained Force sensitive. Deenar was a trained Jedi Knight, knew how to protect his mind, and his opponent just a lowly Acolyte. The Anzat smiled, whatever his reason was, but Deenar had enough of the battle. He wanted to help his soldiers and heal someone, so he decided to end the duel quickly by raising the Acolyte high up to the air and slamming him into the ground as the Sith attempted to invade his mind.

Then he saw the vision. He didn't know what it meant or why did it appear all of the sudden. Confused, he didn't finish his attack, leaving the Sith hanging in the air. The Sith, yes, the vision must have been his work. Deenar could feel his darkness touching his mind, and had to wonder, why didn't his mental barrier protect him? There must have been a hole in it. As the vision continued, he tried to fight against it, using his healer's training to calm down and think clearly, using the purest Force energy to cleanse his mind of the darkness. It didn't work. He found himself unable to use Force heal, to do anything. He just watched the vision, already knowing what the Sith was going to do. Predictable bastards. A such, he wasn't surprised when he saw himself as a Sith.

He realized he had forgotten about the battle raging in the real world. Kriff, how long has he been watching the thing? At least he knew he was alive, as the vision would have ended together with his life. The Acolyte's darkness continued to attack him too, though. Deenar watched his own death and birth of a powerful Sith. Shock washed over him, seeing it felt just as terrible as it looked. He was going to become a Sith.

No, he needed to think. Think! Something, something about the vision wasn't right. Yes, the last part about the powerful Sith lord. It almost made him laugh when he thought about it. He, a powerful Sith? The healer dared to doubt so. Definitely not.

Waking to the reality, Deenar opened his eyes and saw that he dropped the Acolyte. By the looks of it, only a few seconds had passed while he was a prisoner of his own mind. He was unharmed, yet felt different, as if something has changed inside of him. He wondered how could an Acolyte do something like that, then remembered meeting a Sith as a young Padawan. His first mission, yes. The Sith that tried to turn him to the dark side, but he resisted. Or did he?

She never wanted to turn him to the dark side then and there. She wanted to make him a time bomb. It explained his weakened defences. How many of his thoughts were influenced by her? How many actions? Was he still a Jedi or just someone's puppet? That blasted bantha, she'd pay for that. Before that, though, he needed to kill this Acolyte.

Creating an aura of the purest light side of the Force, he cut off the Anzat's connection to his mind. He was Deenar Ica, a Jedi Knight.

The protection bubble shattered as he ran through it, charging at the Acolyte, using Djem So in a strong, fast slash from his right shoulder to the left hip. Immediately after that, with the Anzat distracted by his attack and probably expecting another, Deenar's light reached the Acolyte's mind, it's soothing presence trying to slow down the man's brain functions until he'd be paralysed.

 

[Sisk_Renelo]

The force was building in the Jedi. Sisk quickly three up a shield and braced himself as the repulse hit him. He slid back several inches, but he had faced worse. As the wave passed, Sisk came forward strong, his beskad twisting to catch the jab aimed at his stomach, deflecting it to the side, and placing the Beskar weapon between the glowing blade and himself. He slid his blade along the length of the lightsaber, attempting to get it into a quick evisceration position, although he didn't expect it to succeed. His arm never fully extended, leaving it a position for a quick pullback to defend against any other attacks that might come.

For Sisk, it seemed like time had slowed down, like it did in every battle, and everything around him seemed to move in agonizing slow motion. His flail came forward in an upwards arc, aimed towards the Jedi's chin. While the flail was harder to control, it was also much harder to block or dodge, especially when swung with the force he could put behind it.

All this time, his feet danced, his balance maintained, ready to press the advantage or move out of the way of incoming strikes.

 

[Gaja]

Guhoo's body twisted, his head moving to the side as the weapon missed him by a mere inch. But before he had a chance to strike back a surprise attack from Alliance soldiers started hitting the Mandalorians, another retreating team had lend its assistance and now in a somewhat surprise turn of events the Mandalorians were forced to retreat even if just for a little bit. Back in to the hall they just came from.

The Alliance men all fell back, the ones who were fighting going back first as they were the ones who were fighting the longest, followed by the 636th Squad that Guhoo came here with who also provided cover fire for the Battle Master as he was pretty much the last one out, as was Sisk. They weren't here to turn the tide of the battle, Guhoo was here to help his men escape, because one thing was clear now. Alsakan had fallen. And as if on cue all the Alliance soldiers and Jedi in the area heard the same thing.

Retreat!​

And as if in some poetic climax of a story the two generals stood in the center of it all, in a dead lock, with their respective forces retreating to strategically better positions. "I guess this is goodbye for now." A force using Mandalorian? Odd. Wasn't using the force bellow a Mandalorian? Guhoo thought he read something like that previously. Regardless at the same moment the two disengaged Guhoo threw up a barrier of his own. One of his best techniques.

Retreating quickly backwards Guhoo scooped up a pair of katanas that belonged to the Jedi Master who fell here previously. Two seconds later as Guhoo entered a new secure room a heavy metal door closed and was sealed to block the Mandalorians from pursuing them. It'd require time to get through, which would give the Alliance troops just enough of the same to escape. Avoid the Mandalorian and Imperial forces that were working on outside targets, and make their way to an evac site. That was the course of action for the soldiers and Jedi in this sector...

 

[Just Matt Now]

Vixur knew that his heightened sense of mind control would work to a certain extent. He had been in use of the ability for more than most sith or Jedi alike, using it to subdue his victims. Despite Deenar being a Jedi Knight and a force user, he knew that his strength in the ability would surpass any mind defense. The Anzat stood there with his sword and his mind completely attached to Deenar's until he broke his concentration. It had to happen sometime, though not after his mind control sequence was completed. The seed was planted, Deenar would make a great Sith, and he knew it too. It was only a matter of time before he succumbed to the power of the darkside.

The Anzat rolled out of the way, avoiding the lightsaber to his hip. This would generate a good distance between them, enough to preconceive what the Knight was trying to do with his mind. Mind tricks would not work on this Sith, his defenses built up over the years, as well as his attacking powers as seen before.

"Not this time Deenar..." His name learned from tapping far into the Knights mind. "Face it you have failed." Vixur then turned around to view what had happened with the Mandalorian and the Jedi Master. Th Jedi had fled with his mean. Retreated for their own safety, and without Deenar.

"Your Jedi Master seems to have forgot about you. You are alone with what few men you have remaining. More Sith reinforcements will arrive with the news of the fallen Alsaken will spread across the galaxy, and with that more Mandalorians will come. If you think you can escape, you are a fool." Vixur used his words as more intimidating that anything else. And with that many Sith troopers swarmed in to subdue who was left. Many also came to the Sith Acolytes aid and surrounded the Jedi Knight. "You have lost, the Jedi have failed and abandoned you. What will you do, Acolyte Deenar Ica?!"

His words rhetorical, but would not be surprised if an answer was given. Vixur could sense the darkside in him, knew that he would make a fine Sith Acolyte. With a gesture, the Anzat ordered his men to slap a pair of MCI-100 Magna cuffs on the force sensitive. Immediately they stripped the Jedi of his belongings, his lightsaber among all, handing it to the Acolyte.

"I'll hold onto this for safe keeping..." He said as they carted the Jedi away to a transport with a full compliment of Imperial Troopers.

 

[Bubák]

Although his initial plan at killing the Acolyte had failed, Deenar didn't give up. Upon hearing to retreat, the Jedi used the distance gained between him and Vixur to look around. He saw the Alliance soldiers running and some Imps trying to chase them, only to get gunned down by the Alliance troopers standing in the door and covering them. That was all very nice, but the Mon Cal saw there wasn't much time to bother with the wounded lying on the floor. What kind of person would he be if he let some of his soldiers behind? A good healer would have never done that, so Deenar used telekinesis and threw one of the wounded towards the door, as gently as he could given the heat of the situation.

A good healer couldn't leave anyone behind. Just no. Completely ignoring the fact that the other Acolyte learned his name, most likely by reading his mind, the Mon Calamari cut down five Imperials who were about to execute a heavily wounded Alliance soldier. This one couldn't have been thrown, Deenar doubted he would have survived the impact, so he lifted him with the Force and carried towards the secure room. To his shock, the door closed, leaving him there with the Mandalorians, Sith, and stormtroopers.

Deenar just stopped, unable to understand what just happened, then carefully put the wounded man down. Turning off his weapon, he clipped it to his belt and turned around, only to see literally an army of men aiming at him. Gulping, he immediately began thinking how to escape. There was no way he would be able to cut through the Mandos and Imperials, so he sighed and raised his arms as more soldiers surrounded him. "I surrender." Looking straight into the Anzat's eyes as the soldiers cuffed him. He knew they struggled with putting the cuffs on his wide wrists, which he'd fully exploit later. The Anzat thought that just by calling him an Acolyte, he could make him fall to the dark side! Deenar would teach that fool a lesson, right after thinking of some sort of escape plan.

As expected, the Imps took everything from him, though not surprisingly, didn't notice the combat knife in his sleeve. The soldiers dragged him away, though the way they came from. Several transport ships, no doubt carrying troopers to join the battle, landed and took off almost immediately after the soldiers jumped out of them. Deenar had an honor of stepping into a ship which was full of Imperial troopers, though they all got out, leaving him with only four soldiers in total. Two sat on his sides, two opposite of him. The Mon Cal imagined they were going to fly to the place all of the soldiers were coming from, and he couldn't allow that to happen.

Because of his wide wrists, the soldiers couldn't really see how he took the knife and maneuvered it's tip into the lock. With the Force guiding his movements, the Mon Calamari managed to position the knife in such an angle that it turned off the micro magnetic field holding them. Perfect. Now he just waited for the right moment. That came with the ship taking off, the loud noise making the soldiers flinch and look towards the cockpit for just a second. Deenar's left hand shot up and used the Force to pull and hold the soldier on his lap while his right hand stabbed the man next to him to his neck. Immediately withdrawing the knife, leaving the blood pour out of the dying man, the hid hid hand behind the soldier's body.

The other two opposite of them raised their weapons and started shooting, killing their comrade. Deenar threw the body at the soldier opposite of him and the knife into the other's throat. With three men dead, he only had to get up and finish off the last one, who could't do anything because a corpse of his friend lied on him. Deenar solved him by breaking his neck before withdrawing the knife and going to the cockpit, where he met the pilot. The man shared a similiar fate as the soldiers, so Deenar tossed the body to the floor and grabbed the controls. Briefly following the course, the young Knight then suddenly turned the transport around to get into space.

 

[Sisk_Renelo]

Sisk cursed loudly as the Jedi retreated. He raised his voice loud, amplified by his speakers. "Hut'uun! Come fight me like a man!" AS the door slammed shut, Sisk spun, pointing to his slicer. "Get this kriffing thing open. Now." The Mandalorian hurried to comply, pulling his kit from his bag and plugging it into the wall panel. His fingers flew over the keys, and then he shook his head and looked up.

"It's an adaptive algorithm, Alor. Gonna take at least 5 minutes." Sisk glared at the man, then nodded. He slid his beskad and flail back into place, and drew a single ripper.

"Very well. Let the jetii run like the cowards they are. Our mission remains the same." He turned. "Markus!" His second ran up, blood and fine debris coating his armor. "Me'vaar ti gar?" (Sitrep?) Markus was quick with an answer.

"All teams report all clear, objective completed." Sisk nodded slowly, and then opened his comm.

//Sol'yc Cabur to Darasuum Tor.// The reply was quick, and Sisk continued. //Initiate a full bombardment of the GA evacuation site. Confirmation Renelo ta'raysh She'cu t'ad Cabur.// There was a moments pause, then they came back with a confirmation. //Commence bombardment. Burn them out of their holes.// After a few moments, a dull thump was heard from outside, shaking the hall they stood in. The slicer looked up and nodded an affirmative as the door slid open.

***

The door to the command room slid open, and Sisk moved in like a conquering hero. But he didn't feel like one. The cowardice of the GA made this an easy victory, and Sisk resented them for it. When Coruscant burned, Sisk would smile. As much as he hated the Sith, at least they finished the fights they started. His comm pinged, and Sisk opened it with a blink. //What?// The voice that came back was from the Tor.

//Bombardment completed. Initial reports indicate 93% of craft destroyed. Estimated casualties, 2200.// Sisk grimaced. But the slaughter fit in with the rest of this planet. With every planet they had fought for. This wasn't war. It was a massacre.

//What about the rest?//

//We had several ships evade our nets and make the jump to hyperspace. Telemetry indicates they are en route to Coruscant.// Sisk nodded.

//Elek. Prepare the bays for our arrival, and the forge for a remembrance ceremony. Let the Imperials do the grunt work. We're leaving.// He cut the link, and then turned to Markus. "Download the memory banks before we leave. Then wipe them." Markus nodded, and set to work along with several others. Sisk moved to one of the large transparisteel windows that lined the room, and stared out at the blasted capital city. He spoke to himself quietly. "You can run, Jetii, but you can't hide."