Father

[Serie Fond]

Serie walked into the large temple, spotting her father the minute she walked through the doorway. Her nostrils flared as she approached him. She knew he was every bit as strong as she was, just from his aura. She could also sense the fight between her sibilings and her friends was starting outside as well. This was a dangerous game she was playing, but she had to play it, and she had to play it right. Not just for her sake but those she had dragged in at this point.

She approached her father and tried her best to look calm and collected. I returned quickly, just like you asked. Now let's get started father. Can you hand me the tome please? She said, trying to sound as nonchalant as she could. If she could get him to just give her the tome now, and drop his guard, shed be able to end this quickly. She had a feeling though that things were not going to be so easy. She held out one gloved hand from under her large white overcoat as to show she was waiting for him. Her other hand slipping to her lightsaber concealed under her coat. She smiled somewhat at him as she waited for his reply.

@Richie B. @One For Sorrow @Plebometer @TheBrokenMadMan
(OOC Long awaited sibilings fight start a in this thread. Read the last post of the last thread for how they are attacking you if you didn't already :))

 

[Abigail Nimbus]

Serie was gone, off to confront her father, nothing could be done about that now. Abigail would have followed her, but then she heard the voices behind her and whipped around, her gaze falling on the trio of siblings from earlier. It seemed that they were to be the final obstacles on this little journey before they could back up Serie, that was fine, Abigail had been dying for a chance to stretch her legs for a while now. She split from the group, the young one following after her as he talked about what a monster she was (how dramatic). Abigail couldn't suppress a smirk as she mulled over the meaning, whether or not he was referring to her species or something else. As he dashed toward her though, she figured she would play that for all it was worth, after all, she lived to be the monster.

Abigail sidestepped his attack, her form briefly appearing to be in two places at once from the afterimage. More than likely, she would think he had struck her until it faded, or at least, until she spoke. As she move, she finally cut loose, letting the Dark Side roll over her and releasing her Aura and presence like a roaring wave of darkness, the Force exploding from her as she let everyone see the power she possessed. The more attuned Force Sensitives would more than likely notice her aura having changed to a much more visceral shade. She turned to face her opponent, smiling pleasantly.
"Hardly a polite way to introduce yourself, though I can't exactly say you're wrong, I'm Abigail," She greeted, the whole time taking a defensive stance, with one both legs at shoulder width, one facing out, the other, toward her opponent. She held her arms out in front at chest level, waiting for the next move.

 

[Eisa Nimbus]

Seerie's words in reaction to sudden detonation, brought a dry smirk to the young fiery haired Teen's features, the way the adolescent mind viewed it, if the rest of Seerie's captors were close by then it would make it easier for them to put an end to this. The sooner the better Eisa figured, as she looked at her chronometer, they had just under three hours until the latest episode of 'My Little Bantha' aired, and if she and Abi missed their ice cream and cartoons there would be hell to pay! As she watched Seerie run off towards the temple standing at the heart of the City, the young teen narrowed her eyes as she tried to process what was meant about making things right. Perhaps she had come to her senses?

As the woman disappeared from sight, Eisa closed her eyes allowing the Force to flow through her, the residual traces of the dark side from her earlier frustration lingering, heightening her senses and awareness of her surroundings, she could feel them, three familiar life signs from those that they had already encountered on the other planet where Abigail had suddenly taken ill from something that was yet to be properly explained to the young teen.

Taking a deep breath, a wild grin crossed the teens features as she felt the siblings draw closer, her hand tightening around the hilt of her light saber as she readied herself, drawing upon the Force and storing it within her body. Standing still with her back held facing towards the approaching threat, the young teen waited. Her eyes opening as one of them spoke addressing one of the group, branding them as a monster, Eisa's emerald orbs narrowed as she looked over towards her side, seeing that her best-est friend had turned to face the new arrivals. Casting a scowl over her shoulder towards the almost mechanical man, the young teen didn't take to kindly to her Abi being branded as a monster. But she had figured it was perhaps better to keep out of this one for the moment, her ears twitching as she could hear the familiar sound of a whip being spun around to build momentum.

The young woman who was dressed in the clothes from the naughty underwear shop was here, forcing the young teen to chuckle at the irritated reaction she had elicited from her previous comment towards the Sister. With the sound of cracking thunder the whip was cast forwards by its wielder, the wild grin on Eisa's face intensified in the realisation that it was now playtime!

Spinning on her heal, the teen swung her light saber round and intercepted the flailed end of the whip, the amber hued arc of plasma slicing through the protected lash of the whip, sending it cascading to the side, bouncing harmlessly off of the young teen's thigh. With narrowed eyes the teen lunged forward, using the Force to enhance her speed to press on the advantage that was presented whilst the female sibling had to draw back her whip. As Eisa rushed forward, light saber held out to her side as she shifted her stance to keep her center of mass low, affording her an edge in mobility that will allow her to open with a upwards slash to the scantly clad woman