Everything But The Rain

[Serie Fond]

Series father walked into the large throne room built into the interior of the ship his children following right behind him. He only needed to make sure that his daughter was as strong as he had thought she was. He didn't feel it necessary however, to test her, as he could feel her strength in the force and it rivaled his own.

The force is strong with you, my daughter. You will be a great leader of The galaxy once the purge is completed.

Series sister then pressed up against her back, a michevious look in her eyes.

As the oldest female of the tribe Uryuu, you have to help father with the ritual. Aren't you excited? You'll be queen of the galaxy once were through. She told her, a pleasant tone in voice hiding the extreme jealousy she felt. Serie hasn't even been in the family since her mother stole her away from her real father, and her sister, Dos, wanted to the one standing next to her father once they were finished. She didn't have the natural talents for sorcery that her sister apparently had though. That thought pissed her off more than anything. She had gotten lucky enough, during their encounter with series friends, for the red haired woman to grab her whip, unaware she had sealed her fate in that moment. All over her whip were tiny spikes coated with a specific poison attuned to her biology. In a nutshell, once it started to seep into her system, she would find herself more and more infatuated with her.

Series youngest brother kept quiet, thinking about the woman he had seen there. Something about her made his scanners go wild, and he wasn't sure what to make of her. Should he not been so concerned with getting his sister back into the family he would have thoroughly investigated.

Series older brother stayed behind her, dropping a large white coat over her shoulders matching his own, and she turned and smiled at him. She could tell he was the one most like her already, he was strong, serious, and motivated. She leaned back and have him a half hug awkwardly.

She didn't want to give off the impression that she did not trust them yet, and actually was trying to convince them that she wanted this as much as they did. The reality was she was establishing a link with Abigail as she did her half hug and then walked to the center of the room.

While she tries to establish the link she would feel Abigails pain in the moment, and she had to fight not to wince. If she gave any physical clues that she might be up to something then her family might forget how hard they worked to find her in the interest of preserving their own lives. This was a dangerous game she was going to be playing, but she was ready. She tried to maintain her poker face while she would try to make Abigail see and hear everything she was, like she was standing there in series body presently.

Look at that scroll over there. If you think it is within your realm of expertise, attempt to read it. Can you?

Her father's voiced boomed again, sucking her back into dividing her attention between two things at once. She nodded at him as she walked over at looked at the scroll.

She studied it for a moment before speaking. Yea I can. Now I have some questions if you don't mind. Why do I not know any of you? Why did my mother fake her death? And if you're my father then who the hell was the man that raised me? She asked the questions in succession without even taking a breath. Her world was literally being flipped upside down and she wanted to know just what the kriff was going on.

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[Vincent Cross]

It had taken a while, but Vincent and his droid D4 had managed to track down the hyperdrive signature of the corvette that had taken Serie, he sighed with relief as he saw the huge ship in the distance as "The Reckoner" dropped out of hyperspace. He wasnt sure what kind of scanners that thing had but he figured they were far enough away that they shouldn't make too much of a blip on the larger ships scanners.

Serie's message had contained contact frequencies the team she had assembled could use to keep in touch, the girl had throught of everything. He dialed in the requency on his ships comm system, "Hey,sst Hope Y'all can hear me alright.sst I found our girl an' I'm sendin' the coordinates along with this message.sst"

With the message and coordinates sent Vincent could only watch the corvette and wait, he powered down all but the most essential systems on the ship. Relying on his ships mostlu black paint to hide it visually while reducing thebfactors a scanner might pick up. "Watch them D4sst Page me if anything changes.sst" he instructed as he pulled his gun and saber off the floor before he went down to the cargo hold to get ready.

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[Abigail Nimbus]

The pain had come and gone, like it always did, it just left more of an impression this time, as well as more to think about. Abigail looked down at the steaming cup of Jeru Tea with a half hearted smile, taking a small sip before looking back up at Eisa. The poor baby had been mentally crushed when she collapsed, she cursed herself for having that kind of reaction in such a public way. Embarrassment aside, she became a liability, and she hurt her apprentice, that was no good at all, in any way.
"I'm fine Eisa," She insisted softly, still smiling at her, "Quit fussing, ok?" She sent the girl away with a quick shooing motion of her free hand, sighing at the girl's tenacity. It annoyed her a little, that Eisa was worrying about her when Serie had been literally taken right in front of their eyes, but she couldn't blame her, the kid prety much saw Abigail as a Mom now, and she was all too happy to let her think that. She herself was trying to think of a way they could locate Serie, but so far, she had nothing to show for it.

She was considering just calling it a day and just hobbling back to bed, but then the comms system started to crackle to life, a shredded holo-image of Vincent appearing. He did his job well, it seemed, he had a bead on Serie's father's ship, and the coordinates arrived in short order. Abigail couldn't suppress a fist pump at the sudden onrush of good news and went to tell Eisa, but before she could get to the cockpit, something stopped her in her tracks. She felt a mind enter hers, the Force intermingling with that of a friend's: Serie. Abigail could feel the link she was trying to open, clever girl was trying to either taunt, or allow some surveillance, either way, Abi wasn't about to pass up the opportunity.

She sat down and closed her eyes, opening herself to her friend. The inky red seas rolled back and intermingled with Serie's own power as the two joined, her thoughts becoming Serie's, Serie's sight becoming Abigail's. Through the Force, she could make out vague shapes, impressions that slowly sharpened in detail and sound as the connection strengthened. Words began to shape themselves to her ear and soon enough, it was if she was right there with them. She watched quietly, listening to how Serie questioned their identities, something about a ritual, the Ryuu tribe...hmmm.

This was all very interesting...

 

[Oskar Atia]

Oskar wanted to play stealthy, because he wasn't quiet sure yet if he could trust any of these people. Even if Serie did the Jedi was still considered the Stih enemy and trying to save one probably wasn't too good for him. Still problem for him would be to be stealthy while flying in space. So far because of his small size and speed has allowed for him getting off world and following the corvette quickly. It wasn't easily but Oskar trusted the force in allowing him to follow the dark siders that kidnapped Serie.

Seeing the other Sith having actually followed the corvette also made the Jedi realize they are actually trying to help Serie the same as him. Which is the only reason why the Jedi opened up a communication to the Sith ships hoping to get their help with getting Serie back.

"Hello I am Oskar, and saw what happened with Serie. I want to help get her back, so is there any plan that I can help with?" Oskar wasn't sure what would happen but for now he knew they wouldn't tell he was a Jedi by his ship but he was a light side user so more likely then not they would figure it out soon.

So far Oskar never really felt this concern for anyone personally before. What a sad thing for a Jedi to deal with, having emotions for a Sith who apparently been kidnapped by other dark siders while dark siders tried to rescue her. Honestly if this was the life of a dark sider he was perfectly fine sticking with his vanilla side of the Force.

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[Eisa Nimbus]

After being dismissed by Abigail, the young Fiery haired teen retreated to her quarters, somewhat slightly on edge over the recent events that had been transpired, with the Sith woman who she had recently found out was named as Seerie being taken by four unknown assailants, and the strange sudden fit like seizure that had consumed her friend . Eisa was somewhat at a loss for what to do, despite trying to make sure her friend was ok and help her recover, she had found Abi to be pretty dismissive of her wanting to help and was now starting to almost feel as if she was to walk on eggshells for the time being and was in desperate need of a distraction and silently hoped that the masked Sith was able to track the corvette to its destination without getting shot down.

Sitting on her bunk the young teen looked over her surroundings briefly before turning her gaze to the large holdall she had carried with her during her homecoming trip to Bakura. Reaching down she grabbed it by the handles and with a light grunt lifted her baggage onto the bunk beside her and opened the main compartment,before digging through the contents that she had packed, retrieving various articles of clothing and setting them out beside her, finally setting down the Jedi dueling armor she had stolen from the unconscious raven haired Jedi on Lothal. Biting her lower lip in thought, she rose to her feet and proceeded to remove the bright coloured t shirt and torn jeans that she had been wearing on the journey back from Bakura, standing purely in her underwear as she shoved the worn clothes into a side pouch of the holdall.

Quickly she threw on a pair of leather figure hugging leggings before, carefully threading her belt and tactical webbing through the loops and holstering her blasters, and clipping the curved hilt of her light saber to the carabina hook that hung just above her right hip. Picking up the bracers from the dueling armor she fastened them in place around her wrists before throwing on a plain white t shirt. Her attention was being pulled from the final article of her clothing as the comms signal alert chimed from her room's holonet terminal, a wry smirk crossing the teens features as she figured that the transmission was likely to be from their fellow Sith who had been able to track where the kidnappers had taken Seerie. "Time to go" Eisa uttered to herself as she reached down and grabbed a black leather biker jacket and threw it on before making her way towards the control deck of the ship the pair were 'borrowing'.

As she stepped through the door Eisa cast Abigail a tentative smile before she looked over towards the communications console. "Was that the masked guy?" she queried before plonking herself onto the empty seat "Was he able to relay were they were headed after asked him to pursue those kidnappers?" she continued as she spun her seat round to face Abigail once again, having missed the transmission and hoping that he had tracked them down safely, mostly so they could rescue their fellow sith, but there was a slight bit of wanting to let off that pent up frustration that resided within her.

 

[Serie Fond]

Series father looked over at her, a bit of curiosity in his eyes. Like he hadn't been expecting to have to answer these questions already. He paused for a moment, studying her as his eldest son dropped one of the long white overcoats over her shoulders.

You were taken from us by your mother. She knew what we'd be able to accomplish together and it scared her. He said, his voice low and calm, although there was clear anger in his words even as he spoke.

She tried to make sure you never knew who you really were. What your destiny was. So she had to pay the ultimate price for the ultimate transgression to the family. To the tribe.

Serie listened as he spoke, but just barely able to keep her concentration as she was linked up with Abigail and transmitting everything she was seeing and hearing.

Your father as you know him. He spoke again, his voice now losing its calm tone and becoming angry. Was nothing more than a surrogate joke. A placeholder until I arrived. Think of him as nothing more than that. His voice rising with each word until he finished, one hand coming up to stroke his muten chops.

Series sister on the other hand began giggling a bit as she walked over and stared at one of the control panels. Her eyes growing wide as she looked at the screen before turning to the youngest brother.

Make sure whoever that is doesn't follow us any further. We can't have our beloved sisters friends interfering with the ritual. She told the seventeen year old, who immediately took off at a sprint to go and try and locate the ship that his sister had picked up on scanners. Apparently a ship sent out some sort of message was all he could tell from the layout on the sceen, so he wasn't sure if he's be able to track them with the scanners but he was about to try anyway.

So, this ritual. What is the point of it? She asked as her older brother now returned again, a strange hat in his hands. He placed it on her head and smiled pleasantly at her.

You're going to help father kill everyone in the galaxy. Our family was amount the first of the Jedi heretics, we sought the true power of the dark side before it was even known as the dark side. To us it is merely the force. We bind it to our will and use it as we see fit. Her brother told her, straightening out his own tunic. His was quite different from hers as it had fur lining the collar. She had to admit, it looked pretty damn good.

Serie didn't know what to say to this. It sounded crazy, like out of a dream she might have had, but it was really happening. Her eyes widened as she realized what th is was really implying. She was going to help end every life in the galaxy. The sheer crushing fact alone almost floored her, but her brother embraced her even before then.

The prayers of our tribethat have stretched across one thousand years will finally be answered. The end to the thousand year blood war has come.

Her father suddenly turned his head looking over his shoulder at the three of his moat powerful children and smiled before he spoke again. I give thanks, to the one, who will shown us the way.

Her eyes shot to her sister as she came and stood behind her, pressing into her back with her shoulder.

I mean come on big sister. Aren't you the least bit curious what we can create from the ashes? He said, the jealousy still in her eyes and in her voice even as she leaned on her sister like they had known each other for years.

Serie looked at them as her world began to spin. The real impact of it hitting her. She was personally be responsible for all of them. Abi. Vincent. Oskar. Her ghastly expression didn't change as her eyes moved to her father's and she narrowed them at him.

What is this?

Merely the beginning. Come my children. He said now ascending the stairway to the turbolift behind the throne. Our time is at hand. Everything in this galaxy exists for us to take. And today we shall take everything from them. Know this. All of them, they died a thousand years ago, along with my tribe. He said, his children following quickly behind to board the turbolift as the ship began to lurch slightly. The telltale sign of entering an atmosphere. She stood there with her father and sibling and questioned to herself.

Can I really go through with this? Do I even have a choice, or don't I?

 

[Vincent Cross]

"Sir, the corvette is entering the planet's atmosphere. Awaiting your orders." came D4's metallic voice over the shipboard intercom. Vincent headed up to the bridge and watched as the corvette descended to the planet's surface before powering "The Reckoner" back up. He noticed a message blinking on the channel he had opened to communicate with his allies. "Oskar huh?sst" he mused to himself as he began to guide the ship after the corvette. "D4,sst Plot out the trajectory of that ship.sst" he ordered his droid before punching the comms. "Oskar,sst Vincent Cross.sst Good ta have ya on board.sst Follow me.sst" he said in as pleasant a tone he could manage.

He guided his ship down into the planet's atmosphere before ordering D4 to land a few miles from the corvette in an attempt to avoid detection. He made sure to cloak his force signature and instructed D4 to power the ship down as soon as they landed as he went back down to the cargo hold.

Once the ship landed he exited the ship and waited for the others to arrive.

 

[Abigail Nimbus]

Abigail craved power and new ways to use it, like any other Sith, but for all her power, she was still but a student in many ways. She was used to telepathy, and the idea of Force Bonds, but a link like this was something she had never experienced before. It was disorienting, to say the least, seeing and hearing what was going n around Serie while also being aware of what's going on around her at the same time, like one eye each was split in it's focus. She tried to work with what she had, listening while also doing stuff here, but it was difficult to even move without hitting something. Thankfully, she heard Eisa walking in as she tried moving toward the cockpit, only to smack against the door.
"Ok, remember when I said quit fussing, forget about that," She said quickly, holding out her arm expectantly. "Serie is showing me where she is, I'm seeing through her eyes and hearing through her ears but it's disorienting, hard to split my focus between here and there, do you mind Eisa honey?"

Listening certainly had it's perks, when you took out the emotional trauma that Serie was feeling right now. She knew all the conflicting emotions she was feeling weren't hers, the whirlpool was difficult to stay distanced from, but damn if she wasn't trying. Abigail's eyes widened as the 'sister' started giving her little commands and managed to find the right buttons to send a message to Vincent. "Vincent, they know you're there, be careful," She said quickly, hoping he got the message. Then she heard the full breadth of this group's plans, and like Serie, Abigail was momentarily lost for words, her mouth agape at the possibility.

A ritual performed by an ancient tribe of Dark Siders to destroy all life in the cosmos...I'm jealous She thought, said thought beaming to Serie, as a way of bringing some levity to her somewhat stressed disposition. In truth, this entire situation did fascinate her, particularly these tribes they referred to and the fact that such a ritual is possible. She would very much like to learn some more after this whole ordeal was over, but for now she turned a little towards Eisa. "Yeah, we have the coordinates, we can get to her, can you take us down?"

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[Eisa Nimbus]

Springing up from her seat after watching her friend walk into the bulkhead of the door frame, Eisa narrowed her eyes in confusion at the sight, as far as she was aware Abigail had recovered from her sudden unknown affliction that had taken hold of her, it looked as if it was coming back again. Rushing to her friend's side as Abigail explained what was happening, nodding in understanding Eisa took the blonde woman's hand and placed it on her leather clad fore arm before leading her back towards the seat that the young teen was sat upon before using her own hands to guide the older woman by her shoulders, turning her around and pushing her down on the seat below before taking the remaining seat for herself.

Silently she watched and listened whilst Abigail seemed to be in two different places at once, again furrowing her brow as she spoke out to Vincent, not quite fully understanding what was taking place around her. Yet again there were many facets of the Force that the young teen didn't understand, after all she tended to focus on the more explosive and destructive abilities in the Force that were in her eyes much more entertaining.

Then after what seemed like a good age had passed to the teen, Abigail turned her attention back towards Eisa, confirming that they had received the co-ordinates and requesting that she take the ship down. Internally she felt herself gulp at the prospect, having not actually piloted a ship before. She had stowed away on countless ships over the years, but actually controlling one, well that's a new concept. Still she would do what was asked, and give it shot. reaching over to the comms panel she opened up the last received message, and looked at the series of numbers before turning her gaze towards the navigation console. Sticking her tongue out as her face melted into a look of complete concentration, she slowly entered the numbers onto the touch screen of the console with a single finger before finally pressing the enter command button.

Feeling the ship shudder, the young teen grabbed onto the control yoke of the space craft, the knuckles of her fingers whitening under the intense grip being exerted as she tried to keep the control device steady, as the ship altered course and proceeded to make planet fall, before long she could see the familiar outlines of the ships from earlier draw closer, turning her attention towards the control panel for the ship, she gingerly pressed the landing gear button, before snapping her hand back to the yoke. The ship set down with a deceptively gentle bump, before the teen took her cue to release her hold of the control device and pull the engine lever to throttle down and turn off the engines. A momentary look of pride flashed across her eyes as she looked between Abi and then the control panel. Her face instantly souring as she noted the Auto Pilot Engaged flashing at the top of the screen.

 

[Oskar Atia]

Oskar wasn't sure if he could trust these Sith, but it wasn't like he had much choice. He couldn't call upon the Jedi for this and it wasn't like the republic would be helping him this far from their jurisdiction. So listening to the the man now called Vincent the Jedi had really little choice but to simply follow the instructions. Which was landing down on the world where this corvette was going down too, maybe this was a bad idea but Oskar really couldn't do much but trust these Sith.

So following just behind Vincent ship, having to manually control the fighter the whole way down. It wasn't terrible weather which Oskar was grateful for. But he wasn't quiet sure what to do now, he didn't want to reveal himself to be a Jedi, yet it wasn't like he could try to pull a fast one on the Sith and pretend to be one. His lightsaber if it got activated would reveal him as a Jedi instantly. So deception was out of the window. Seeing the land come close quickly the slight concern started to creep into the Jedi's mind. Landing so far away from the Corvette might provide some protection against detection, but it was doubtful that the powerful Force users within the corvette would simply not notice them being followed.

"I have a bad feeling about this." Oskar spoke to no one in particular keeping the commlink line down so his new found allies couldn't hear.

Landing a bit further from Vincent ship, Oskar masked his own presence within the Force. As he really didn't want to get spotted making sure his cloak was over his clothes and grabbing his rifle and pistol Oskar simply opened the cockpit. Watching as the freighter opened up to release its owner. A man with a seriously creepy mask. The same one he saw when Serie got kidnapped. For all Oskar knew this guy allowed it to happen without doing anything. Yet it wouldn't explain why the man seemed to want to run after Serie if that was the case. Keeping his hood up, the Jedi waited to see what the other Sith to show up.

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[Serie Fond]

Ren Var. 0100

The ship landed as the family of dark siders made their way to the descending ramp. Serie and her siblings walked behind their father, they were quite the family portrait to say the least.

As they made their way to large set of buildings where a small grouo of people had gathered to stare at the rather curious group approaching them from the large ship that landed almost in the middle of their city, right next to the citadel.

Can we help you? One man asked her father as he approached the group. Her father began choking him immediately with the force as he smiled and nodded his head to his children.

Serie grabbed a grenade off her brothers belt and primed it and threw it behind her at a group standing gawking at them from the rooftops.

We want to save you. From yourselves. She said with a nonchalant look on her face as the grenade exploded behind her.

It's time. Slay them all. Her father said behind her. She pulled her lightsaber off her belt and stepped forward with her siblings. One of the men had grabbed his vibrosword on his belt and was beginning to draw it.

Without any hesitation, Serie moved speed almost to fast too see and cut him in half at the waist. As another man moved to her right drawing a blaster her sisters whip suddenly snapped from her back and wrapped around the man's throat. With a quick pull she slit his throat with the spikes adorning the whip.

To series left another man drew a small knife, but mere seconds before the thing would have cleared it's sheath her brothers great sword cleaved the man in two. Bifuricating him from hip to shoulder.

As one man turned to run, a scream about to escape his lips her youngest brother suddenly pulled out a flamethrower type weapon that was built into his hand and ignited the poor soul even while he was fleeing.

Do not be afraid. The order of the Star Crossed Knights shall purify this world. Do not resist us.

Even as her father spoke the massacre continued around the courtyard, each of his children doing their best to out do one another. Serie spotted a man with an electro whip and as he sent it towards her she smiled. Catching it in mid air she generated her force lightning to overload the whip, shocking the man to death still holding it. She relinquished the technique but still held the whip, suddenly turning and using it to grapple a man trying to flee around the torso. She yanked him back towards her before shoving her lightsaber straight up as her passed over her head, burying hilt deep into his chest before she followed completely through the maneuver, plunging him to the ground and staking him there with her lightsaber.

As the utter genocide happened all around him, her father walked up the steps, continuing his speech. Have you gathered your strongest fighters? That still won't be good enough. Have you gathered the greatest of your minds together? Not good enough. Have you come up with strategies and tactics? Feints, counters, diversions, decoys, flanking attacks, false retreats? Still not good enough. He paused as he turned back around to look at his children currently slaughtering the keepers of the temple. My children are simply above you. Nothing you do will ever touch them.

Someone help us! Somebody ple.. the man's cries for help were cut off as Serie came stomping down on his head, silencing him as his face was buried far into the duracrete. She smiled and stood back up straight, looking around at carnage then back up at her father. She wondered why this temple was so important. And why he had called them star crossed knights. She didn't dwell long on it as her and her siblings began to follow their father up the stairs and into the grand temple. She could sense her friends getting very close now. She almost wished they hadn't even bothered coming, as it seemed now, that things were moving too fast again. She thought about her brother saying that this was had been going on for a thousand years, and her father had called her the one who would show them the way. Her head was spinning again. Instead of thinking too much, all she wanted to do now was think less. Or not at all.

The purge is about to begin isn't it?

Yes. Prepare yourselves. This will be the ending of the galaxy as you know it.

 

[Vincent Cross]

Vincent watched as Oskar's ship landed shortly after Abigail and Eisa's, the man seemed to be a Jedi. This made Vincent a tad uncomfortable, though this particular Jedi was not one he had met before. He still didn't trust Jedi. The last one he would have trusted was Staja, and he had recently heard reports of the Selonian's untimely death.

"Right,sst Once those two are out here we'll get started on a plan.sst" he said, walking over to Oskar and extending a gloved hand. "As a rule I don't much care for or trust members of your order.sst" He admitted, "But if Serie trusts ya enough to call on ya you can't be all that bad huh?sst" he added with a chuckle. Though he did not fully trust the Jedi he thought it best to remain friendly for as long as he had to work with one.

 

[Abigail Nimbus]

Abigail always knew she could count on Eisa to help her when she needed it. She felt the ship shudder and shake as it changed course, and to her surprise, it touched down was all the grace of an experienced pilot. Of course, she didn't notice the autopilot sign, so as soon as they landed, she felt around and found Eisa's back, giving it a loving pat.
"Good job Eisa," She crooned, flashing her a smile and taking hold of her shoulder as she stood from the cockpit. It was getting increasingly difficult to move around the closer they got to Serie, the images and sounds becoming more vivid with proximity. Abigail could feel her trepidation at this whole thing, and trie to send a little reassurance her way, but in truth, even she was unsure about this whole thing too. All she knew was her Dad was crazy and that she needed to be rescued from her supposed family. She slipped her Jacket on and descended the boarding ramp, her left arm looped around Eisa's right so she could walk safely without tripping.

She saw Vincent and Oskar waiting for them out of the corner of her eye, directing Eisa toward them. As soon as she was close enough, she held out her hand for Oskar to shake. "Oskar, right? I'm Abigail, this is Eisa, nice to meet you," She said, smiling pleasantly toward the Jedi.She actually held no ill will toward the Jedi, they were simply doing what they believed in, that was all anyone could ever do that had any meaning nowadays. She had simply chosen the Sith as her family for her own reasons, he no doubt stayed with the Jedi for his own, there was no reason to be spiteful or hateful toward one another, no point at all. She turned to look at Vincent, nodding toward him and offering her hand for a shake of his own. "Nice job tracking her, thank you."

With the introduction out of the way, Abigail closed her eyes and started to focus, letting Serie's sight come into the fore. "Serie is connecting with me through the force, I can see where she is, hear what's going on, she..." She trailed off a little as the slaughter began. She shouldn't really be that surprised that a cult who wanted to enact galactic-scale genocide wouldn't mind slaughtering some innocents, but at the same time, there was a certain casualness about how they killed them that unnerved Abigail. Seeing Serie so casually cut them down was a little distrubing too, especially after meeting and getting to know her a little. It reminded her of Eisa and Bakura...from one destructive disaster and into another...

"She's in the city," She said softly, pointing toward the city. "The Grand Temple, smack bang in the middle." She started to move, but a thought stopped her in her tracks. She casually murdered too, so why did it unnerve her? her? her? her? her? The sudden skipping had become common enough that this time, Abigail was prepared. The pain emerged, simmering instead of searing again, in her brain stem, but she pushed past it now, focusing on the mission. They had to save their friend, and they had to save the galaxy.

Wait...they're the big damn heroes...the galaxy is screwed...

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[Oskar Atia]

Oskar watched as the two Sith seemingly approached him without much issue, which he was grateful for. Cause he did not want to deal with fighting with all these individuals. But because he didn't want to cause Serie any problem he would reframe in trying to explain the two's relationship. That would be awkward since their orders are currently are at war, which has caused much problems in the galaxy. Still depending on what was going to happen he would need their help.

"I am just a friend, don't need anyone here to trust me. Simply give me a chance to get Serie away from whatever is happening." Oskar stared the man in the mask in the eye's, before looking towards the other Sith.

Why was there so many Sith here? Honestly he knew there was a few but seeing them all next to him where he didn't have much in the way of defense and nothing in backup. So better not get anyone of these people upset for some reason he didn't feel confident in a fight against them.

Watching one of these Sith who he knew from the time Steila and him fought two Sith's back when they were called Exiles in the middle of a alley. Right now it took a lot of energy for him not to jump her but that could wait for later. Now he needed his strength in being calm and focus on getting Serie back away from whoever it was that took her away.

"If you don't mind me asking, do any of you guys know who took Serie? I wasn't around for that." Oskar wasn't sure what was going to happen but he wouldn't give up even if these Sith did.

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[Eisa Nimbus]

Following close to Abigail's as she approached the gathered group, the masked Sith who Eisa had learned to be Vincent following watching over his earlier holo message again to get the co-ordinates for where the take the ship the other a Jedi! One she recognized from Taris, when she was sent to help Hal make sure the purchase of some explosives went off without a hitch. Obviously things somewhat escalated a little after the Jedi shown up and decided to stick their nose in to the two's affairs.

A wild grin crossed the teens features as she regarded the male Jedi standing in front of her, "Oh we've met" Eisa commented as she regarded the Jedi briefly before turning her attention back towards her friend as she continued to explain the situation as to what was happening, the only thing that the teen truly understood was that the people who had taken Seerie were in the centre of the city, the Force was already starting to flow through the impatient teen. She was just about to start sprinting head long towards the towering temple at the centre of the City.

Her charge was cut short by the Jedi as he queried whether anyone knew who the people that took Seerie were. "Nope! But we'll find out and play with them soon enough" the teen commented as she turned her head to cast Oskar a bright wide eyed look, whilst a devilish grin had started to cross her features. Without a second's thought the teen snatched her light saber off from its mounting from her belt and sprinted off towards the City, figuring the others were likely to be lose behind to either stop Eisa in her charge or follow suit.

OOC : Think this Wraps up the thread to move to Part 2