Fractured

[The Doctor]

Jedi Prison Land Shuttle
13:26
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*This is a 2v2 PvP Breakout thread, open to two Jedi, preferably of equal level*
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"Ring around the rosie, pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, they aaall fall down..."

The shuttle was a rickety old thing, looked like it hadn't seen service in years, bits and pieces here and there, parts of the furniture shaking and jerking around precariously. It was, in essence, a piece of junk, from a bygone era of when the jedi would actually capture prisoners instead of execute them on the spot, because that was the jedi nowadays wasn't it? Aleera, sweet little baby Aleera, found out that fact the hard way, so she created The Doctor to help her cope. Shi'ido, always wearing faces to hide themselves, but those faces relied on things that she no longer had, so now all that was left was the little girl beneath the Mask, salivating and rocking back and forth in her chair, cuffed at the hands and flanked by two guards, singing the same song over and over again with an almost religious devotion.

"Ring around the rosie, pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, they aaall fall down..." She crooned, over and over again, in that same singsong tone, ever since the very short trial. The Jedi had her tried and convicted in 5 minutes, but seeing the catatonic state she'd been in since her interrogation (which saw her stripped of the force and her ankle broken), they couldn't help but feel a little pity for the poor, broken, blank eyed girl. She was being transferred to the Jedi Temple on Al'doleen for indefinite incarceration, hence the guards and the shuttle. Now here she was, the mad exile that could hide her ugliness, bit's of her true Shi'ido form breaking through the skin, discolouring her veins green and her skin a pale grey.

She hadn't even bothered to try and escape, there was no point, no one was coming, who the hell would bother for her anyway?

"Ring around the rosies, pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, they aaall fall down..."

@The Matt

 

[Darth Malos]

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Middle of nowhere, Al'doleem
1735 local time
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Malthazar glanced at the horizon, his eyes scanning it for any signs of movement as he stood in the middle of the road. He could see a small black dot in the distance, growing larger as it approached, and it was obvious that this was the shuttle he was waiting for. The river moon of Al'doleem was not necessarily a very busy place, and its roads did not see much travel.

To his left was a large hill, and behind it was Malthazar's ship. Scaling the hill would not be too difficult as it had its openings, although getting to it would require crossing about 30 meters of empty space. To his left was the beginning of a forest, which seemed to grow denser by the centimeter. It would not be hard to get lost, even after a few steps in. Ahead and behind was empty road, stretching on for miles and miles. It was the most obvious path toward the Jedi temple (which is where he'd heard the Doctor was being taken), and it seemed as though after nearly a week of following leads and pursuing the caravan, Malthazar had at last managed to intercept them. This hunt had begun at the temple on Jedha and lasted several days, most of which were spent following the group from a safe distance. Upon figuring out that they would take this road, Malthazar had decided to go ahead and intercept them, and here he was now.

Strapped to his back was a D7 Blaster carbine, a weapon he personally did not intend to use, but that he knew the Doctor would. He was not sure whether they were carrying her gear with them (although they certainly had no reason to), so Malthazar was bringing some toys of his own, just in case. Strapped to his belt, next to his lightsaber and covered by two layers of cloaks, were two smoke grenades. He wasn't stupid; they were hidden from sight and would only be taken out to launch the attack. Besides that, he had his blaster and cane, the latter of which he now held clutched in his hands.

He was wearing his armor, although he'd discarded the crown, as it would give his cover away. Malthazar's disguise consisted of a drab brown cloak covering him, its hood shielding his face--save for his mouth--from view. How he was dressed did not matter much; he simply needed to stand in the middle of the road and the shuttle would have to stop or run him over.

And there they were now, 20 meters away and closing the distance quickly. The craft seemed to be sort of repulsorlift skiff by the looks of it, cheap and inconspicuous. The hull was not weak by any means, but that didn't matter anyway. He'd find his way in either way.

The shuttle slowed to a stop as it neared him, the driver parking it about 5 meters away. The guard stepped out a few seconds later, a blaster in his hand and stun baton attached to his belt. He was no riot troop; his gear seemed generic and that made sense--they were transporting a single prisoner after all.

"State your business," he said gruffly as he stopped 3 meters away, blaster pointed straight at the Exile. Well, that was what he would have said if he had been able to. No sooner had he stopped that Malthazar dashed forward, lightsaber in his hand. The Master impaled the guard in one exaggerated burst, leaving the words on the man's lips as he fell. Moving forward, Malthazar discarded the cloak and sheathed his lightsaber and then stopped in front of the back doors of the shuttle, where he knew the Doctor was most likely being kept. He could sense beings within, but was not sure of how many guards there were. Truly, there was only one way to find out.

He unlatched the door and pulled it open with one hand. In his other he held a smoke grenade, which he promptly threw inside. 3 blaster bolts streaked past him. Through the Force, he could more clearly sense the figures within; two armored silhouettes around a hunched over mass. To his surprise, the mass did not appear to be Force sensitive, leading him to wonder if he had been fooled and had chased a decoy all this time. And yet, the presence felt familiar.

One of the guards was holding a blaster (probably the more hostile one) while the other seemed to be getting ready to phone in for help. As if to confirm his worries, a voice piped up through the smoke.

"This is shuttle XZ43, we have a man down and require backup. I repeat, we have a man do-" That guard was the first to go. Malthazar's lightsaber cut his speech (and life) short. The second desperately trying to see through the smoke, to no avail. By the time he saw the crimson blade to his left, it was too late. The action lasted a few seconds, which did not provide anyone with much time to react.

The attack over with, he could now properly focus on the reason he'd come. Malthazar leaned in toward the figure, slowly seeing a familiar mask coming into view. Tearing it off would be useless; he knew this was the right person.

"Goodness, what have they done to you?" he asked, unstrapping the blaster and sliding it into her hands.

 

[The Doctor]

Despite her mutterings, the girl could understand the irony of the situation. Despite feeling more shrouded in the dark than ever before, she felt more powerless than ever before, alone in the dark and preyed upon by the vultures on the horizon. The Doctor would say this is good, stand up and show the animals would you're made of, but Aleera simply sat and held the girl so she didn't need to be alone. It was an odd feeling, having a literal devil and angel on her shoulder, sometimes there, sometimes not, it was all so tiring now. She just wanted to sleep, be free of it all, it wasn't like anyone was coming.

The shuttle lurched.

The Girl Froze, sickly yellow eyes peering out from beneath her arms as the two guards stood. "We're not there yet, we shouldn't be stopping here" one said softly, looking at his partner and giving a silent nod. They readied their weapons and moved toward the door, as The Doctor creeped back into her own head, a weak grin spreading across her thin pale lips.

"Ring around the Rosy..."

A muffled yelling echoed throughout the truck, a faint snap-hiss silencing it.

"Pocket full of posies..."

The front of the shuttle began to rock violently, the wall being violently banged against, more screams.

"Ashes..."

The door buckled, the guards raised their weapons.

"Ashes..."

The doors flew open, smoke pouring forth from the void outside. The Doctor licked her lips toward the guards as the smoke began to envelop them.

"We all. fall. down..."

She didn't see them die, though she relished in imagining their looks of trout as the crimson blade shine through the smoke, cutting them down. Much to The Doctor's surprise, the smoke moved away to reveal Malthazar, passing her a Rifle. In that moment, all that brief strength she felt seemed to leave her, she sunk into his arms.
"Mal...oh Mal, thank you, thank you so much!" She breathed, sounding more pathetic than grateful. She quickly slashed her cuffs open, stripped a guard of his Blast Vest, putting it on, and took his Vibrosword before standing...and promptly toppling into Mal's arms. "Ugh! Damn leg! It's still haggling, I can hobble but if we're going somewhere it needs to be q-WAAAGH!!"

The Doctor was promptly heaved on top of Mal and carried outt, blaster in hand, armored as much as she could, just in case. "Mush Mal, mush! We need to be quick!!"

@The Matt

 

[The Storyteller]

OOC: Each Talia is level 2, Lucius is level 1, wears Jedi Dueling armor, and has two green lightsabers. Typical PVP rules apply.

Talia Zafran and Lucius Avondale were assigned the glamorous duty of rendezvousing with the shuttle to complete a prisoner transfer. The two Guardians did not relish the task. Frankly, neither of them knew exactly why they were here. The prisoner had been stripped of the Force and apparently suffered an additional injury while being held at the Temple on Jedha. There wasn’t much risk of a Force stripped cripple escaping the confines of the shuttle.

They had expected notification as soon as the shuttle landed. Strangely, the shuttle was silent. The two Jedi had decided to get this over with as soon as possible. When they were about twenty meters away they got the communication from the Temple. The Shuttle pilot’s message was immediately relayed to the Jedi. Both Guardians smashed their Force signatures into tiny pinpricks.

They each drew one Lightsaber, spreading 10 meters apart from one another. They approached the shuttle, keeping an eye on the back. They were 10 meters from where the rescuer had barged into the shuttle. They carefully watched the entire structure for the prisoner break. The moment they saw movement they would act. The Force pulsed with only two living beings in the shuttle. Lucius saw the hulking man carrying something out of the shuttle. He pushed immediately at the mans legs in the Force. Talia yanked at whoever he was carrying. She assumed it was the prisoner. The man was in a terrible position by carrying someone from the shuttle. It would make it very difficult to do anything useful. @TheBrokenMadMan @The Matt

 

[Darth Malos]

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Her face was cracked and dry. Her hair fell down like tendrils (and in some places resembled tentacles a bit too much). The Doctor looked like a Lovecraftian horror, her features alien and unsettling. Still, there was that light behind her eyes, that same glint Malthazar recognized. She fell into his hands, and for a brief moment they embraced, although neither would likely acknowledge the gesture.

He pulled her over his shoulder and carried her, his saberstaff in his right hand, which was free. Just because the guards had been dispatched did not mean that the mission was over. In fact, this was where the fun began.

Malthazar knew the guards had called for help, but he truly had not expected backup to arrive so quickly. As soon as he stepped foot out of the shuttle, he felt a force gathering around his legs. His nostrils flared and within a heartbeat his lightsaber ignited, the red slamming into the ground. He braced himself from the pull, gripping the hilt of the lightsaber with one hand and the Doctor's arm with the other. The blade skidded backwards in the ground, and Malthazar as well, but he did not fall. He used that momentum to keep the Doctor there, pulling her back with him.

As soon as the attacks were over, he set her down at the mouth of the shuttle and looked forward at the Jedi that had arrived. His eyes scanned the grounds, surveying them with the precision of a skilled strategist. With his left hand (which was now free), he drew his blaster pistol and let loose 3 shots toward the female Jedi, one to the crotch, one to the chest, and one to the left side of her shoulder. Perhaps she would be able to parry the first, maybe even the first two, but the third would be nearly impossible, due to the awkward positioning of her arms and feet after fighting back against his attack. If she were to try to sidestep his attacks, he would simply track her before shooting, as any amateur marksman would do.

 

[The Doctor]

The Doctor leveled her blaster rifle toward the exit of the shuttle, expecting something to come out of nowhere, this was too easy. Sure enough, something tugged at her leg, and she was bodily flung off of Mal's shoulder, barely being caught at the wrist by him. Thankfully, she retained her rifle too, and Mal was quick to set her down on the Shuttle entrance before returning to battle.

The Doctor snapped to the other Jedi and quickly brought up her blaster. She was liable to be more accurate since she was sitting, and the shuttle provided good cover should either of the Jedi deflect their shots. She fired one bolt at the Male Jedi's head, before quickly bringing it down and firing off three more shots aimed at his lower chest, aiming to hit his solar plexus, pelvis, or genitals. He looked young, novice material, he would more than likely need to prioritize, an immediate headshot, or crippling fire to the nether regions, it was unlikely for him to block all four shots. If he sidestepped, she would track him. As for the other Jedi, she relied on Malthazar to cover her 6.

@The Matt @Valen Pelora

 

[The Storyteller]

Talia was a skilled Jedi. Lucius was a competently trained Jedi Knight, to think of them as anything less was a mistake. Their initial assault was mildly successful. They would not simply sit by and admire their work. The moment the Force attacks ended they struck again. The two Jedi had known each other for years. They worked a cohesive unit.

Lucius immediately yanked on large man’s legs as soon as the first attack ended and as he was setting the prisoner on the ground. He aimed to sweep the man off his feet. Talia shoved as hard as she could at the prisoner as the hulking man was setting her on the ground. She aimed to shove the Exile back into the shuttle or slam her against the shuttle, thus taking her out of the fight. They kept their eyes on the group and would then march forward. The Jedi’s attack took place exactly as the man was placing the prisoner on the ground. This meant the two Exiles would never have a chance to admire the battlefield, aim, or fire their blaster rifles. @The Matt @TheBrokenMadMan

 

[Darth Malos]

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As soon as his hands let the Doctor go, Malthazar felt his legs being swept out from under him. The Doctor disappeared into the shuttle's depths, although he could not see what exactly happened to her. He wasn't too worried, considering she was wearing armor and could take a beating anyway. He fell backward, his free hand slamming into the ground, followed by his foot. It was a breakfall, a technique he had learned training in hand to hand combat. While basic, it was very useful, and allowed him not only to recover quickly, but to also absorb most of the fall and prevent himself from getting hurt.

He hit the ground and then was in motion instantly. In a heartbeat, he was back up, facing the Jedi once more. They were already on the way to him, only about 7 meters away. Irritated, he channeled the Force in his left hand and then yanked at the female Jedi's feet. He latched on with an iron grip, pulling as hard as he could, and would not let go, even once she fell down. Malthazar would keep pulling, dragging the Master by her feet across the dusty ground until she was within range, after which he could simply impale her with his saberstaff.

 

[The Doctor]

The Doctor may have been a little hobbled and stripped of the force, the odds may be against her, but she was far from helpless and she was not going gently into the void. She braced as she felt the force grab her chest and throw her back, her hand shooting out and grabbing the edge of the shuttle door. It hurt like hell, but she was a tough girl, and she could ignore it, nothing was broken. She immediately followed up by pulling herself back into view and quickly leveling her rifle at the Jedi.

If she resisted, she would, again, go for 4 shots, one to the head, and 3 moving down, aiming for her solar plexus, to her pelvis, then her thigh. If she was on the ground, she would track her and let loose a volley of 4 shots moving up her leg, the last shot finishing at her kidney, which was visible. She had not forgotten the other Jedi though, she listened intently and stayed aware of her surroundings in case he tried to rush Malthazar or follow up on his advantage.

 

[The Storyteller]

The Jedi still moved in synch, a pair who knew each other across a hundred battles. They had nothing to draw their attention but the Exiles. Their focus was solely on preventing any further death. Their attacks had been successful, but just as before they did not rest on their laurels. They knew that even if their attacks were successful that it would not be the end of the battle. The Jedi’s Force assaults were timed to hit at near the exact same moment. This meant that as the man was yanked, the woman was thrown.

They each began to right themselves at the same moment. That is when the Jedi struck again. As the man began to spring up and as the woman pulled herself forward. Lucius was still focused on the man, so he shoved backward with the Force again towards the woman. Talia was still focused on the woman, so she yanked forward hard towards the man. The goal was to shove them together with a powerful smack.

The attacks would happen as the Exiles were trying to right themselves which should give the Jedi an advantage. There was still the fact that the woman was in less than exemplary physical shape. The two Jedi continued to walk forward. They kept their lightsabers at the ready. If the Exile tried to fire blaster bolts again they would be ready. The Jedi’s attacks would take place before the man would grip Talia’s legs and before the woman could fire. @TheBrokenMadMan @The Matt

 

[Darth Malos]

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Malthazar had almost righted himself when the Force push came. Having just regained his footing, he had a bit more flexibility, although he felt a bit uncomfortable having just been caught open again. The center of his mass was yanked violently, but he would not allow himself to be push around once more. In a heartbeat, his lightsaber was on and dug into the ground once more, and he gripped it as he weathered the shove.

As he did so, he used his free hand to extend his arm out at the feet of the Jedi (who were now about 4 meters away) and then lift it violently. With the Force, he kicked up a massive cloud of dust that quickly enveloped the two enemies, eliminating any chance of a future attack they had. It would find its way into their clothing and most importantly would cover their faces. Malthazar made sure to direct a good amount of sand toward the Jedi's faces, aiming to shove it into their eyes and temporarily blind them.

He left absolutely no room to counter his attack. The sand kicked up as soon as his lightsaber slammed into the ground, which was as soon as the Jedi shoved him. They would not be able to protect themselves from his attack this time.

As the two would be choking and sputtering on sand, the Exile would be readying another blast in his hand, this time of a concussive Force that would knock the Jedi off their feet and send them flying backwards. His palm was bursting with power, the air around it sparking with pure kinetic energy ready to be unleashed, but he held it. He held the attack and built it, and would unleash it as soon as the Doctor finished attacking. With some luck, she'd manage to land some shots with her blaster, but if she was unsuccessful the Force attack would serve as a good backup and disengaging tool that would provide them with breathing room.

 

[The Doctor]

Once again, The Doctor felt the Force grab her, but she was ready now, this move was getting stale. She grabbed the shuttle wall again with her left hand to keep herself righted and simultaneously squeezed the trigger 4 times with her right hand, keeping her blaster leveled and steady with her knee. Two shots were aimed for the female jedi's head, and two were aimed for her right kneecap. Blinded by the dirt as she was, at least two of those bolts would not be blocked. They were catching on now, this all occured extremely quickly, they would give no window of opportunity anymore.

Regardless what happened with the bolts, she grabbed Mal's Smoke Grenade and tossed it toward the two, it going off as it landed at their feet and exploding smoke in their faces. They had to confuse them, disorient them or throw them off somehow, every second was critical.

 

[The Storyteller]

Al'doleem was a mountainous temperate world. It was not some desert replete with easily accessible sand. There was clumpy clay dirt, no sand. The Jedi might have been 4 meters from the Exiles each, but they were still 10 meters apart from each other. They were still carefully watching the Exiles as those two Darksiders somehow managed to defend against the attacks again. They sensed the man beginning to work the Force across a 10-meter area. The man’s use of the Force did not have the desired effect. The scope was too large and there was simply no cloud of dust to create.

Clumps of dirt rose from the ground in an effort to envelope the Jedi. It was not very effective, and it would take a great deal of concentration to try and cloud the Jedi’s face and get it into their clothes. The 10 meter area made it even more difficult and required even more concentration. Lucius took one step back, putting him 5 meters from the Exiles. As he did so, his second Lightsaber flew from his belt at the man. The blade ignited as it sailed quickly towards the man’s left side, right above his hip. The close range and the Exile focusing on manipulating the sand, plus focusing on Talia, would make it almost impossible for him to dodge. The saber would hit before the man before he had a chance create his concussive blast and likely come close to ending his life.

Talia saw the bolts fired, she stepped to the left and back. The Force augmented her movements. This put her 5 meters from the Exiles. The two bolts aimed at her kneecap sailed by. She managed to avoid one of the blaster bolts aimed at her head, but the other slammed into the arm of her dueling armor. The right pauldron was now worthless. Talia spotted the smoke grenade as soon as it was readied. She grabbed the grenade in the Force, holding it in place. She only had to hold it there fore the smallest moment. The Exiles would have no time to react as the grenade exploded right in their midst. A smoke grenade exploding at point blank range would be extremely disorienting to even the most powerful Force users. It would give the man no chance to see Lucius's saber coming. This fight was likely coming to a close. If the grenade exploded in the midst of the Exiles, Talia's second blade would soar towards the man's abdomen from the right side. He would have almost no chance to see her blade coming or dodge both since they were coming from different directions with several distracting factors.

The Jedi would continue to move backward as the smoke expanded, meaning they would be outside the blast radius and their vision uneffected as they acted. As the smoke expanded the Jedi would move back to 6 meters from the Exiles.


@TheBrokenMadMan @The Matt

 

[Darth Malos]

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Malthazar quickly found that he wouldn't be able to kick up as much sand as he had wanted. Then again, this registered quickly enough that he could ditch the attack and instead focus on the second part of his attack. Because the first part (throwing up dust) had happened while Lucius Force pushed him, the second part (the concussive blast) was able to be performed in a more comfortable time frame.

Malthazar directed the blast toward the male Jedi in front of him. Lucius had just thrown his lightsaber toward the Exile, and Mal saw as the weapon sailed toward him, getting dangerously close. Yet, the fervor of battle coursed through his veins, and in that moment, he learned the true meaning of compromise--on the battlefield, at least. He lashed out as the blade made contact.

The kinetic energy that had been collecting in his palm soared out, smashing through air at the speed of sound. A rumbling could be heard as it flew, tossing the lightsaber back like a toothpick, and slamming into the Jedi. The man would fly backwards like a ragdoll for a good distance before the blast lessened and he'd be able to recover, but by then he would likely be too far away to continue the fight unless he wanted to walk all the way back.

The Exile could feel a burning pain in his left side now that he was no longer focused on something. He looked down to see that the lightsaber had taken a good chunk of his left hip, leaving behind a blackened wound, cauterized by the heat of the weapon. He knew he couldn't keep fighting like this, but the battle was nearly over and the Jedi was now outnumbered. Just a little more. He gritted his teeth and turned to face the female, only to hear a hiss to his right. Smoke began envoping him and the Doctor, blocking his field of vision. It poured into his eyes and lungs, not causing any damage, but causing him to cough viciously.

He had just opened his eyes when a sense of panic overtook him, but he could not figure out why. His vision fell on a small green beam, speeding toward him. Breathing in, teeth gritted, he threw himself to the left, the Force aiding his reflexes. He could feel the heat of the blade as it sailed past, leaving a small burn on the right side of his waist.

He landed into a breakfall, his arm slamming down first and then his leg. The wound burned, but he righted himself up as soon as he could, his right hand gripping the staff in case another attack were to be mounted against them. He could not see anything through the Force, but he drew his blaster using his left hand. Malthazar closed his eyes and felt instead of seeing.

He knew where the female Jedi was. Her signature was no longer stealthed like when she had first arrived. She stood out like a lighthouse, so Malthazar shot toward her. 5 bolts flew out through the smoke, each aiming to embed itself in her. He aimed for her center mass, shooting from left to right in a wide arc that would prevent her from properly dodging.

 

[The Doctor]

The Doctor almost fist pumped as the shot landed, blasting her pauldron to bits, it was about damn time that she got a hit in. This elation was promptly swatted away as she noticed the Smoke Grenade, still directly in front of her. She could only watch helplessly as it went off in her face, smoke streaming almost directly into her lungs and causing her to erupt in a vicious coughing fit.

She immediately hopped off the shuttle and veered left, hobbling away from the smoke in the hope that she could get out of it's range. Fortunately, she was just a tad faster than it, even with her reduced speed, enough to make out a faint outline some distance away. It wasn't Malthazar, he was much bigger, and the feminine shape suggested it was the female jedi.

She leveled her rifle at the Jedi, stabilizing her aim by jamming the grip against her shoulder, and fired 4 shots toward her head and chest. This would occur around the same time that Mal fired his shots.

 

[The Storyteller]

Their assaults were largely successful. The smoke grenade went off in the midst of the Exiles and the sabers caused serious injury to the larger Exile. He was likely in dire condition. The woman was still injured from whatever wounds she suffered in prison. Lucius did not fly through the air like a rag doll. The Force push was powerful but it was effected across a 6 meter distance, while the Exile was being seared by a saber. Lucius was roughly hammered backwards. However, he was still a competent Jedi Knight.

He used the Force to control his flight and brace for impact. He felt his himself tiring and his body becoming extremely sore. He was about 11 meters from the Exiles now, 5 meters from Talia. He knew he was running out of time but he saw the injured woman hobbling along the side of the shuttle. Clearly, the woman was focusing on Talia. Lucius shoved in the Force again, aiming to slam the woman Exile into the wall of the shuttle. There was little chance the woman would see it coming since she was focused on Talia and thought Lucius was out of the fight. The woman was also no longer near any of the handholds she was before, so there was nothing for her to brace herself against. The push was disrupt the fired shot. He shoved as the woman was raising her rifle.

Talia was staring at the man and the smoke as the blaster bolts came flying out. They were fired in a spread out manner. She still had her lightsaber so it was relatively easy to manure. She stepped to the left so that she only had to deflect 2 blaster bolts. She deflected them from left to right, sending them back towards the man. The others sailed harmlessly by. She was still focused on the man Exile, as she felt Lucius deal with the woman. Talia prepared the Force. If the man moved again after firing the bolts she would yank him into the ground. Talia shouted as she watched. “Surrender! It is over!” @TheBrokenMadMan @The Matt

 

[The Storyteller]

Talia watched as the blaster bolts struck home. One hitting the man in the chest, the other burrowing into a leg. Why the man hadn't surrendered she would never know, but this fight was over. That they all knew.

Lucius watched the same death play out. His push slammed the woman into the shuttle. He felt her spine break and her body die. She had chosen not to surrender either. The battle was over. The prisoners were dead. @TheBrokenMadMan @The Matt

 

[The Doctor]

The fatal flaw only really occured to The Doctor as she felt the Force hit her with all the force of a bullet train. She was wrong to underestimate the male jedi, weak though he was compared to his colleague, for he was still a competent Jedi, and they were never easy targets. It didn't much matter now though, in truth, some part of her probably knew this was it, that might've been why the push didn't surprise her, nor the sudden impact. The weightless sailing came to a halt as her back met the durasteel, the sickening crunch reverberating through her ears as it her spine caved in and snapped against it's force. The Doctor practically howled at the moon as her head too met the shuttle, her head whipping back and slamming against the metal, partially breaking her neck in the process.

She crumpled to the ground, broken and unmoving...but she still lived. Oh she knew she had but a few minutes before she was bodily flung into the Force's embrace, but she still had a little time. A million things at once began to rush through her mind, so much unfinished business and loose threads still to be carried out: The Unification, Mal, Alais, Mustafar, Nadela's burial, A...oh Abi...
The Doctor's eyes began to well up as the thoughts of her kin played out across her mind, she wasn't just leaving her friends, her family would be left behind too, but none more so than her Abigail, she was still so young, and she'd only seen her for such as short time since freeing her from that wretched asylum. Raz too, oh sweet brother, how he would weep if he knew, and Hans too!

In these last moments she had, she started to cry for her family, the stars and the Jedi advancing on her the only witnesses. She was leaving so much behind, but there was nothing she could do now, all she could really do was hope that her dream would be realized. She coughed through the blood slowly filling her lungs, desperately choking out a few last words.
"Grk...Guegh...A-Abi...I l...lo-love you, A-Abigail...my sw-sweet honeypot!" She coughed out, her eyes beginning to roll back as her form finally expired.

When she took her last breath, her final hold left her her, and her body finally reverted back to her natural Shi'ido form, tearing through the prisoner garb as her skin bloated and became a deepened green. She died as Aleera Dusfraine, Shi'ido of Lesser House Talani, and Jedi Exile. Two letters popped out of one of her skin flaps, falling to the ground beside her. One was addressed to an aristocrat by the name of Gaelon Kay, a man whom helped when she was homeless and in need, and the other? It was addressed to Abigail, her daughter, to be delivered to her home on Nar Shadda. Both letters implored anyone whom found them to deliver them, if for anything else, then to give a family member and a friend the benefit of closure, instead of her just dropping off the map. Whether or not they were delivered, that was simply up to who found them.

It was...comforting, the darkness. It didn't matter who you were here, everyone was the same...everyone lay in shadow now...

 

[Darth Malos]

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In the heat of battle, it was easy to mess up. Any small mistake could snowball out of control or end the battle prematurely, something that Malthazar knew was bound to happen. However, he didn't expect it to happen for the Exiles.

He blocked a shot, but as the beams flew out of the smoke he realized he was so tired. His movements were sluggish and inaccurate, his breathing labored. The remaining bolt slammed into the right side of his neck, right where the armor ended. It was not only a lucky shot for the Jedi, but also an injury he would not be able to bear and keep fighting.

He didn't make much noise as it hit him, but his pain was obvious. Malthazar switched his lightsaber off and stepped forward, throwing the hilt aside. He would not give them the honor of stripping him of his weapons. Down came his blaster, cast under the shuttle. Out of his pocket, he took out a comm device and hastily tapped some buttons as he stepped forward. A distress signal was sent out, containing his coordinates and a message. Malthazar used the Force one last time (perhaps for a very long time) to crush the device in his hand. The shards scattered among the dirt.

The smoke had begun clearing, but he had no vision of the Doctor. He heard her and felt the pulse in the Force, and a feeling flowed through him. It had been long since the Exile last felt grief--if he had ever--but he suppressed the feeling and assumed a poker face.

"Very well," he called out, now perfectly visible to the Jedi and only a few meters in front of them. "You win."

His eyes were on them, but he was not truly there. Malthazar's mind flashed with images, bits and pieces of a day many, many years ago. Physically, he was on Al'doleem at 1735 on a sunny day. Mentally, the Exile was on Coruscant, on a day long past.

 

[Evalyn Dan’ela]

Evalyn Dan’ela raced across rivers of Al’doleem. She had been in the Temple preparing for the prisoner’s arrival. She had captured the strange Exile man and women on Telos. She was responsible for ensuring the surviving Exile arrived safely. The woman had been stripped for the Force. Evalyn was certainly the woman could only stir up so much trouble shut off from the Darkside. Typical prisoner arrangements were made instead of the more complicated accommodations for Force users. The Jedi had not believed anyone would come for the woman.

They had been wrong. The distress signal had gone out quickly, and the Order had responded. Evalyn had rushed to the transports aid but she was too slow. The Temple was simply too far from the rendezvous point. Terrible planning. By the time she neared the shuttle the battle was over. She could sense the tension in the Force. The remnants of a terrible struggle. She hoped from the speeder bike, sliding to a stop before Lucius. Evalyn quickly scanned the area. The shuttle was in ruins. The Exile woman was dead on the ground. She was crumpled mess. Talia was staring down a hulking figure. Evalyn knew that man. The war criminal that Art and her had nearly apprehended on Coruscant. Her eyes narrowed. No getting away this time.

Evalyn quickly wrapped the Force around his weapon. She called the saber towards her, keeping the blade pointed away. Evalyn’s white blade sprung to life and cut through the Exile’s Lightsaber to quickly destroy it. She plucked the kyber crystal from the heart of the saber. “Take him in.” Talia and Lucious quickly obeyed. They cuffed the hulking Exile man and quickly injected him with a sedative. He would be taken to the Temple and then whisked to Jedha from judgment. Evalyn nodded. He would have harsh punishment for his crimes. The Order was not as forgiving as it once had been.

OOC: End Thread: Malthazar is now a Jedi Order prisoner. @TheBrokenMadMan @The Matt