Battle of Empress Teta - Rooftops

[Green Ranger]

As Kara's blades swept down, her opponent dodged underneath her attack, though instead of pushing the advantage he instead retreated several steps as the Jedi Master clashed blades with the Jawa's own weapon. Turning the trajectory of her attacks slightly with a flick of her wrist, the Jedi Master turned the telekinectically propelled blade down and away from her, sending the blade skittering across the ground. Turning on her heel, Kara was given pause again, faced with the decaying image of herself, consumed by the Dark Side. She smiled.

'Let me tell you what I see,' she said, her voice as calm as it had ever been as she dropped her typical stance, her hands moving down to rest by her side in a lazy, open position. 'I see someone who realized he has already lost. I see fear and desperation. I see someone questioning the strength of their superiors and their own power, when they were led to believe the Jedi were easy prey. I see someone facing a rude awakening, and I see doubt. I see someone who doesn't want to die for a cause they no longer see as faultless. I see a man without a shield, who realizes there is no escape and nowhere to hide...I see someone who fears to return home to report failure to their cruel masters.'

Kara closed her eyes for a second, breathing in deeply. 'You know who I am, obviously. Kara Vaalki, Jedi Master, former Battlemaster and now Loremaster of this temple. And I assure you, fighting me here - on this Temple I grew up in, surrounded by the Light Side of the Force and my allies, that victory for you is impossible.'

The Jedi Master then breated in deeply once more, and it seemed as though the darkness of the storm above would no longer touch her, the rain seemingly breaking in intensity as sunbeams broke through the cloudbank, filling the air with crystalline flickers of light as the sun touched the rain and reflected off the puddles and saturated surfaces of the Temple, giving an almost ethereal glow to the area. A swirl of fresh wind brought the heavy, damp smells of the nearby forests to the rooftop. Kara smiled.

'The Darkness will not prevail here, my friend. Yield, and you will be spared.'

 

[Orphen]

Vei had become increasingly frustrated as he returned the two of his blades, one of them now suddenly inactive as it had collided with his force wave. Everything the knight was able to do/ perform the Darth had the power to cast aside. He wrestled control of Vei's dominating grip on his lightsaber away effortlessly, and in a split second. Contesting his own mental control which would normally entail a battle of wills and veering it aside as if he were but a mite in comparison to himself.

Vei didn't like the thought of this at all. But instead, he thought to get even. The man was a soldier after all. And Vei was an increadible practitioner of Telekinesis. So, something dangerous came to mind. He opened his mind to the flow of the force here in the temple...

The implications in a remote location were slight, allowing some of the deepest forms of medetation. But here, on the roof of a Jedi Temple, a location of a force nexus. Vei intended to use the insurmountable power here to strike out at the Darth in a blow that not even he would be able to simply cast aside. The flaring orange crystals over Vei's eyes lit up gold. As a telekinetic crush would eppicenter on the Darths' equipment, his armour, his lightsaber, Grenades, ammunition, firearms.

In a feat almost as 'tactical' as setting the Jawa alight. It was like using a force push and a force pull simultaniously, focusing more on his technology than himself. The force nexus powering the technique beyond Vei's own usual capable level. Though the technique would leave him dazed somewhat for a couple of moments, as if he were on ether. Not used to the power of the force that his body bit to his assistance. It wasn't like the neutral power on ruusan. The force power here was pure.

(summary: uses force nexus as a powerplant to give you a concussive crush from all angles, and wreck all the gear he can sense on your person. But spaces out a little and falls to a knee)

 

[Raif]

Royston's features, still dominated by the evil-looking Kara Vaalki doppelganger, split in a cruel grin as the Sith Master addressed his Jedi counterpart.

"You obviously have no idea with whom you're speaking, Jedi. I've walked among your kind countless times over the years; there is no Sith who is more aware than I of your power and your potential to cause trouble for our cause. Believe me, though I give it grudgingly, you and your kind have my respect.

Now, speaking of dying...of course I don't want to die, who would? I've got big plans for my life, and you and the rat over there are but speed bumps in my way. As for beating you here, and claiming victory...well, who said my mission here had anything to do with defeating you? Perhaps I was here merely as a distraction, Madame Loremaster..."

As Royston finished speaking, he felt a sudden welling in the Force coming from the Jawa and aimed right at him. He couldn't think, just react. He immediately threw a barrier around himself, knowing immediately that it wouldn't be enough for whatever the little sand devil had planned. So his instincts took over, and the skill he prided himself in more than any other jumped to his aide. The molecules around the Jawa became ionized and reversed their polarity in an instant, calling a rapid-fire barrage of real, natural lightning down upon the diminutive creature from the Force storm brewing overhead. It should be enough to distract the rodent for a moment and give Royston the opening he needed.

Royston saw none of this, though; as soon as he felt the welling Force attack coming from Vei he also felt another, much more reassuring feeling approaching, and he threw himself off the Temple roof with force-assisted speed, moving in a blur. He hung over the open air for a heartbeat, then his boot-clad feet slammed into the dorsal fuselage of the same Imperial assault shuttle that had dropped him off at the beginning of this ill-fated assault. The craft was much the worse for wear, its pilot having run the gauntlet of anti-aircraft fire to approach this close to the temple's roof after getting the earlier broadcast from the Sith Master.

As Royston stood fully and turned back toward the Temple roof, he noticed that he had not escaped completely unscathed; his black commando armor had been crushed and pulverized in the instant before he was able to flee, and it sloughed off of him like dead skin from a molting Ithorian hawk-snake. He was left wearing just the lower body armor and his full-body skin-tight sleeve.

As the shuttle rapidly accelerated Royston fixed himself to the fuselage using the Force - how embarrassing would it be for a Sith Master to survive an assault on a Jedi Temple only to be carelessly tossed from the back of his escape shuttle. He scanned his immediate surroundings quickly in the Force, knowing that he would have been very lucky indeed to have made a clean escape, and luck hadn't exactly been on his side this whole time.

 

[Green Ranger]

Kara barely had time to think. As her adversary suddenly leapt away onto a low-flying shuttle, she tore after him across the rooftop, sabers clipping to her belt as she ran. Her hand went to a concealed comms unit on the inside of her right wrist, pressing a series of buttons, though her eyes never left her prey. As the Sith leapt to the shuttle and grabbed hold, the Jedi Master reached out with the force, her arm clenching as she targeted the vessel's engines. Her temples buzzed with energy as she clamped down on the craft, the telekinetic force suddenly crushing the right engine of the craft just as she ran out of rooftop to run on. Leaping up and out into the open air, she somersaulted forward, spreading her arms and legs out to create as much drag as possible as the ground raced up towards her. There was a roar, and a flash beneath her, and the Jedi turned midair, falling into the cockpit of a Rogue-class starfighter. Slamming shut the cockpit, she glanced over her shoulder to the astromech droid in the socket behind her head - an R12 unit, one of the more popular droids in the diminishing astromech market.

'Nice flying, Artwelve,' she called out, the droid's wooping response drowned out as she gunned the engines, soaring upwards towards the crippled shuttle and supressing her Force signature. Hidden in the shadow of the craft, neither the pilot or the Sith atop it would notice the proton torpedo fired at them until it was too late.

 

[Orphen]

Vei with his one lightsaber in hand parried up after sensing the welling of lightning coming down upon him. The weight and kinetic force of the attack knocked him to the ground, through the bolt of lightning smashed a hole through the ground beside him like a deflected blaster bolt. crashing through the floor of the Jedi temple... an act that in itself was impressive. Vei knew the scope of his opponent now. It was obvius it was no mere sith master. No mere master could cloud the sky with dark power. He was on par with the Loremaster. Who now needed help.

Vei with no time to recover was somewhat interested that his opponent was capable enough to react to him so quickly. So Vei charged him too, not exiting his form of force affinity, which slowed him to a speed of being simply, increadibly quick. Rather than insanely fast. The Darth had retreated to a flying platform which began to high tail it out of here. But Vei followed. Returning his flying sabers and using force jump with acceptional skill, in an attempt to land upon the low flying craft the loremaster entered, but he ran to its nose and jumped again, aiming for the now rather damaged Sith craft. His working lightsaber lighting up and spinning on his forearm like a shield. Allowing Vei to extend the 4' blade of Starrise.

In the name of my master, you fall..!

Landing on the ship with all the momentum of his landing he struck out with a horizontal sweep for the man's waist. Should the man attempt to block the troubled zone he would extend a quick, nigh on unreadable flick of telekinesis to power off the man's lightsaber, even if he were to reignite it immediatly, it would be too slow to block the strike or even impale him. That and his 'light shield' was ready for a counterattack.

 

[Green Ranger]

(As Raif has not posted by the deadline posted in the OOC thread, his turn is considered a pass.)

Kara yelled out in surprise as she saw the Jawa leap from the Temple roof to the shuttle. Too late, she had already fired the torpedo at the craft. Before the Jawa could even land his strike at the fleeing Sith, the rear end of the vessel exploded in fire and energy as the missile impacted with the craft. The shield managed to repel the majority of the blast, but the shuttle's one remaining engine was crippled by the explosion and the wreck began to fall out of the sky like a Hutt in freefall.

Kara's mind raced. Quickly giving back command of the fighter to the R12 unit, she threw open the cockpit canopy, standing on the seat as she thrust her hands out, the Force ringing in her ears as she attempted to control the descent of the wrecked vessel into a controlled landing. Empress Teta wasn't quite s built up as Coruscant, but crystalline spires dotted the landscape, and the shuttle crashing into any one of them would kill thousands.

As she grabbed hold of the crippled vessel through the Force, she managed to slowly bring the vessel down towards the garden plazas that covered the landscape between the spires, her own fighter kept steady by her astrogation droid. With a shout of exertion, she released the vessel before it hit the ground, the wreck skidding across the plaza and tearing through the carefully landscaped garden, toppling trees and hedges and spreading fire in a ghastly trail of ruin behind it. As her fighter flew over the ruined vessel, searching for survivors, her senses alerted her to a heavily injured, but still very much alive Force Signature. Leaping from her fighter to the wreckage below, the Jedi Master brought her lightsabers to hand - both one of her own, and the previously defeated Sith. As this second Sith came to, amongst the fire and debris of his ruined escape craft, he would soon realize the Jedi Master stood over him, twin blades at his throat.

'In the name of the New Jedi Council, the Galactic Congress and the Galactic Federation of Free Alliances' she said, the exhaustion in her voice mixed in equal parts with adrenaline and relief, 'you are under arrest!'

 

[Orphen]

Vei stood his ground as the engine was hit, intending to ensure that the sith did not escape, welling telekinesis of his own around the ship to ensure it did not crash horribly and horrifically. As the Ship Made its landing Vei used the force accumulated in his legs to jump before the semi crash landing. Landing a dozen meters away from the site. Helping to ensure that the Sith was captured in any way the Master needed him to.

Once everything was over. Vei needed to go for a walk. Calm his mind, and level everything off. He'd Just fought an opponent he never thought he would have to, but they were here, in the deep core, but they did not win. Vei was relieved at the safety of the younglings. Removing the Sith's Lightsaber, and any weapon on his person and aptly sensing them for dangers then destroying them, as opposed to confiscating them where he could simply get them back. Harvesting the crystals to hand to the order. He looked to the loremaster and smiled.

I'll gladly report the victory to save you the trouble mistress Kara