Legacy of Tython: Battle in the Ruins of Kaleth

[GABA]

Legacy of Tython

As the Mandalorian warriors and the Imperial armies press into the Alliance core, the Sith take their focus to the Jedi and their home world of Tython. There was no additional protection for Tython by the Alliance as any reinforcements were drawn back to Alsakan and Coruscant, breaking through defenses were easier than has previously planned. The Sith allowed themselves to set foot on the planet once again after several millennia, their Lords and warriors basked in the destruction they brought to crumbling Jedi Order.

Kaleth Ruins

Picture credit goes to Artist Noah Bradley

Kaleth, long before the days of the Old Republic stood as a thriving temple to the Je’daii for those seeking knowledge and wisdom. It was later abandoned after the Force Wars as the Jedi took to Ossus and in time, Kaleth became nothing more than a legend and ruins. Sitting in the cusp of Tython’s many mountain ranges the New Jedi Order rediscovered its location, turning the ruins into a meditative garden where those can once more come and seek wisdom and knowledge through the Force.

As the Darkness bled throughout Tython, the best of the Sith’s Crusaders peruse the Jedi defending the Ruins of Kaleth. The battle will ensue between the Knights and Crusaders, not since the Force Wars had the paths of Light and Dark entwined at Kaleth.

Participants

Jedi Knights, Della Frey & Rhonen Tor

Sith Crusaders, Audroti & Grima Volitu

Note: Even though these battles are meant to be losses for the Jedi, it is also meant for the chance to hold an epic battle of Light vs Dark. Work together, have fun, and lets make these stories worth reading again and again!​

 

[Apollyon]

Audroti was a Sith freed from his chains, a Crusader hell bent on attaining the sweet Victory he had achieved without fail countless time before hand, Victory achieved through his personal Strength, which had been achieved through the pursuit of his own Passions, Passion that had been born from a single realization, a realization these foolish Jedi refused to acknowledge, Peace was a lie. Those words held a deep meaning to the Sith Pureblood, in his mind it was one of the few truths in the Galaxy, a realization that all would come to realize this day, even the Jedi wouldn’t be able to cling to their pitiful faith in it. Audroti would be sure that Peace would burn on an alter made from the smoke of the two warring religions birthplace. Here he would make the altar to the ancient God’s of the Sith’ari, here the Light would fade to the ever present Darkness, Tython would experience a glorious rebirth, this would be his Legacy, Kaleth would burn.

Audroti stood on the planet of Tython, a pinnacle of wrath for the genocide the Jedi had committed against his people, a beacon of hatred for the sufferings caused at the hands of the Jedi who had hunted his race to near extinction, it would be here the blood of thousands of slaughtered Purebloods would be avenged. The ruinous city of Kaleth which had spat both the noble Sith and the treacherous Jedi from its belly laid before the young Crusader, while some would stare down on it with awe, Audroti only held disgust for both religions birthplace. The Twin red pools that made up Audroti’s eyes bore down on Kaleth and its defenders, all of which were either ignorant of the true nature of the Force or too stubborn to accept the truth and bask in it, they were fools, and they were the Jedi. Behind the Pureblood stood an army of Sith, each with a single thought on their mind, vengeance. Every being that stood behind him wanted nothing more than to see the corpses of the Jedi scattered amongst the burning ruins of the ancient and useless city of Kaleth. It was a goal that the unstoppable war machine would see to harvest, the Jedi scum would feel the agony of a thousand generations rained down upon them in a single stroke, today would begin the purging.

“Brothers and Sisters! Heed my words, today the dying gasps of fools lay before us. The Jedi refuse to acknowledge the TRUE nature of the Force, they have refused to USE the power at their fingertips to create an everlasting order. Instead, they mocked our ancestors for realizing this truth, the forced them from this wretched city and chose cling to their false illusions of Peace. Now, they stand before us believing that their deaths here will be noble or that their sacrifices will become a rallying beacon for future generations.” Audroti shouted, pausing for a moment to allow for a small chuckle.

“But what they fail to realize is…THERE WILL BE NO FUTURE GENERATIONS! Brothers and Sisters, Followers of Bogan, Disciples of Darkness, today the Light dies with Tython! Today the Sith achieve their destiny, we will rule the Galaxy and establish an everlasting dynasty! Crush them under our might, end their lives, wipe their miserable existence from this world and see the end to the Light! For Bogan! For Darkness! For the Sith!” Audroti shouted his voice filling with a primal rage.

A thousand cheers erupted from the massive army, death would soon collide with these pitiful monks, and darkness would blanket the Light they so foolishly clung to. The armies of Darkness were fast approaching, Kaleth would burn, the Sith would have their day.

 

[StormWolf]

Hours before the arrival of the Sith

Darkness...

The feeling washed over Rhonun like a frigid tide, chilling his bones. It was not fear or dread, but merely a warning of what was to come. So strong was the sensation, it pulled Rhonun from his meditation, drawing back the lids over his eyes of amber-gold. It was time, the time for reckoning. The time Rhonun had trained his entire life for. The Sith and their armies were at the doorstep of the Alliance and the Jedi. Rhonun could feel them coming, the Sith in their misguided anger and senseless desire for the slaughter. He pitied them. Rhonun felt a great sadness for those he was to face, for the sickly taint of the Dark Side that so terribly twisted them into a wretched state of existence. They came for the sole purpose of killing those Rhonun would call family - those he had grown up with and around. Those he had laughed, cried, and bled with as a child and ventured the mantle of the stars as an adult. Rhonun would have to kill those who came to steal the gift of life from his fellow Jedi, his Clan... his family.

Rising from where he had been meditating, Rhonun knew the time was neigh, and that it was now he would have to prepare for the coming battle. Approaching his locker within his ship, Rhonun cast off the grim black and grey of his robes. He had worn them long enough. The time of mourning those he could not save was over. It was time to inspire those who still lived, those who he could still protect. Closing the door behind him, the Knight prepared for battle.

*******

The Deep Breath Before The Plunge

The Jedi had massed, awaiting the Sith that now drew ever closer. The icy tides of darkness growing higher and higher in an attempt to drown the fires of hope. Suddenly, there was the buzzing of murmurs at the back of the Jedi ranks, the warrior-monks slowly parting for the Knight of Cathar. Rhonun strode to the front of the Jedi line dressed in robes white as snow, clad in durasteel armor unpainted, the polished metal catching the light of Tython's sun, giving the Knight a nearly ethereal appearance. Clasped by the golden shield of his people at his breast, Rhonun's burgundy mantle draped over mighty shoulders, the thick Catharese woven fabric billowed and snapped in the soft breeze that blew passed, a light tinning sounding from the metal rings woven into Rhonun's many braids. With a heavy thud of his mighty greaves on ancient stone, Rhonun stood at the head of the Jedi ranks, appearing as a Cathar hero from their most ancient sagas, saberstaff held in his right hand.

The Sith were upon them now, the voice of their leader echoing overhead, rage dripping from every word. Looking to his left and to his right, Rhonun could see the conviction in his fellow Knights and Masters and the fear in the eyes of the younger, unbloodied Jedi. We will all get our share of blood today, Rhonun thought to himself, not letting his face falter from its mask of stony neutrality. Not until the time was right. As the Sith leader finished his words and his warriors resounded their cry in response, Rhonun turned to his fellow Jedi.

"We were all sent here for a reason..." Rhonun began, his voice strong and soft as thunder, "None of us became Jedi by accident. In a galaxy like ours, there are no accidents. We have built our lives for this moment above all else, when the heart of true darkness meets us at our doorstep and seeks to snuff out the bright fire of hope so they may lead the galaxy astray, but it will not be this day, nor any day!" The Cathar's voice roared out, accent thick. "There may be a day when fear may take our hearts and shatter our bonds of fellowship, but it will not be a day anyone on this field will see. Those men and women seek blood and ruin, and one day they may have it, but it will not be today! Today we fight not only as Jedi, but as scions of peace, liberty, and justice!" Rhonun shouted as he raised his saberstaff, igniting the ice blue blades over his head.

"Today, in this day of reckoning, we fight for the freedom of every life that is and will be! We were sent here for a reason, and that reason is to be the Light in the Darkness, the light of Hope that can never be snuffed out, no matter how hard the Sith may try, for we are eternal! Today, let that Light burn brighter than it every has, and let us banish the Darkness... as one!" Rhonun rounded about, his warrior's mantle twisting in the wind, the Jedi drawing their weapons, becoming a sea of light. Rhonun pointed his staff forward, eyes focusing on the evident leader of the Sith legion. Come what may, Rhonun knew his role and he knew his words were as true for him as they were for every Jedi that ever drew breath in the Light.

This was what Rhonun was destined to do, what he was trained to do.... What he was born to do.

Once more into the fray, I live and die this day...

 

[TweedPawn]

Della was known for her ability to seem like such a small thing. She appeared rabbit-like as she shuffled through roots and weaved through ancient stones. She was grateful to have made Erica evacuate. The child didn't need to be here to see this terrible thing come. Della was questioning herself why she had not followed. It wasn't her people's way to fight. It was far better to run and live for another day. She had Erica carry their belongings for the evacuation. Fyston's padawan braid, Sebastian Solborne's Lightsaber, and a collection of other gifts were also now safely away from the planet.

Della saw Rhonun. She gave a horse-like call. They were with eachother. Della knew that Rhonun would be there, ever the amazing hero Della saw in him. She had the old blade that he had gifted her. A treasured reminder of happy memories and times past. Della slipped into the shadows. She did not fear the darkness, it provided her with tricks. She was a follower of the Light, but not in a traditional sense.

Della would not fight like a typical Jedi. She would fight as Gaunerei fought against the Black Hound. She had her speed, her cunning, and her stealth. Rhonun would be able to detect her, but others wouldn't. That was all Della needed. She carried bags of spicy powder, rancid scents, and flash grenades. Kiro had been helpful with that advice.

Della and Rhonun had learned to communicate in the languages of breath and sound that Della's people used to gain an upper hand. Rhonun knew the basic phrases of Della's language. They were bonded as husband and wife, working as one. Della's will power was greater than even she understood. She had been through terrible things, and not only survived but became a teacher for others.

She waited, in the shadows, her presence in the force was invisible. She was near Rhonun, and would be ready.

 

[Negative Blessing]

Tython, ancient birthplace of the Jedi and soon the burial grounds for their hoaxed beliefs that the Force uses them. How wrong the fools are! The Force is a gift to be used, to be controlled, and in times, to be manipulated to gain untold powers and wisdom. To believe the opposite chains one's self to never reaching their full potential.

Jedi.....fools....everyone of them. They grasp to their beliefs and walk in the Light cause deep in their hearts, each and everyone fears the darkness. Not the fall to the Dark Side, but the fear of the dark itself. Jedi....fools....misguided in their thinking that they are guardians, keepers of the peace but in reality, they are killers and murderers just as they claim the Sith to be. Killing in the name of peace is still killing.

And let's not forget their manipulation of others, not just the Jedi youth they have brainwashed but the citizens of the galaxy; the ones they have sworn an oath to protect. They have forced their beloved GA to rely on the Jedi Order so much that the GA can't even wipe their....noses...without permission from the old folks on the Jedi Council. And yet, these so called Masters of the Light deem the Sith oppressors!

The Togruta Sith Crusader, Grima Volitu, stood amongst her felow Sith absorbing their hatred through the Force as they thought about their sworn enemy; the Jedi. In her heart she knew their hatred stemmed from the teachings of the Academy, that it was their duty to hate the Jedi. For Grima, her hatred for them ran deeper ever since she was small farmer's girl on her homeworld of Shili where the Jedi were responsible directly and indirectly for the deaths of her family. She had never forgotten what they had done and her former Master had taught her to use that hatred and anger to fuel her passion in the Dark Side. And fuel it she did. She never killed without cause or reason but when it came to Jedi, she cast away her own code of ethics on killing just to slaughter them. Without mercy. Without pleasure. Without remorse. Without a second thought. Kill the Jedi.....honour her family.

Breaking her from her thoughts, she heard another Sith erupt into a speech to motivate them but for her, she needed no motivation. The mere thought of standing on the ruins of the Jedi's broken religion was all the motivation she needed. Her haunting smile crept upon her face as she thought about how this planet, one the Jedi had held dear to their hearts, would soon belong to the Sith and those good doers hunted down to near extinction once more.

She stepped forward from the masses of Sith as if she was challenging the entire Jedi Order herself. Which in a way, she was. She had no fear of the forthcoming battle. She was ready more than ever. If she was fated to die today, then she would take countless Jedi with her. "Peace is a lie," she whispered outloud gripping the hilts of her weapons.

Today.....the Jedi will be no more!

 

[Apollyon]

The cries from the ranks of the Sith slowly died out, their warlike echoes rippled down into the ruinous city of Kaleth far below them. Audroti drew deeply on their emotions, their hatred, their outrage, their murderous intent; from those twisted and cruel emotions he fortified his own abilities, on this battle field he would stand as a titian among men, a God amongst mortals. Audroti drew a single lightsaber from his Fauld, he held the inactivated hilt tightly within his gauntleted grip, the single blade would extend towards the ruins of Kaleth and the charge would begin with a single shout.

“Warriors of Darkness, to battle, to glory, to vengeance!”

Thousands of crimson blades would suddenly erupt with the fury of a thousand generations worth of rage and hatred. Hundreds of Sith leapt from the cliff facing with Audroti at their helm, they controlled their descent to the ground through their mastery of the Dark Side. Using telekinetic abilities to slow their descent enough to ensure their impact wouldn’t cause any bodily harm. The cliff's facing would be shrouded in pure darkness as the darkened armor of Sith descended from the peak of it's facing; perhaps this was a symbol of what the dying flames of Hope faced, or perhaps this was the fate the Jedi had damned the Galaxy to.

As each Sith contacted the ground they would transfer the energy expended in their descent to augment their own speed and strength and begin their charge towards Kaleth's ruins. The thousands of different face, hundreds of different species, dozens of different mindsets all blended into one black wave that would soon crash into the walls of Kaleth. This wave of Sith operated like a swarm of hungry Locust, enveloping all that laid in their path, destroying the few Jedi who attempted to set up a small defensive barrier just outside of Kaleth’s protective, albeit ruined walls. Nothing would stop their eternal hunger for the destruction of the Jedi, their eternal enemy, the ones who had pursued and eradicated their ancestors for well over a millennia beforehand. Every Sith held a single goal beyond their selfish ambition, they each sought the demise of Peace, the demise of the Jedi, the demise of Kaleth.

(OOC: I know this post is not the longest post ever but it is the initiator for the actual battle, after this posting bout all my posts will be more focused on Audroti’s actions in the battle.)

 

[StormWolf]

The levies break and Hell is unleashed...

So it began. With another animalistic roar the Sith began their descent like so many carrion-eaters seeking to peck the flesh from the beaten and bloodied Galactic Alliance. Such was the Sith way, but Rhonun would not give them what they wanted. The Sith wanted fear in the hearts of their enemies, just another things to devour. Rhonun recognized the fear, but he chose hope instead. Even with the legion of the damned descending upon him, his wife, and his people, Rhonun was not afraid. For him, fear was just another choice he had to make. Never again would he let it rule him, and never again would he let its icy touch influence his life. As the Sith charged, Rhonun did not dwell on them, for he would have his fill very shortly. For now, Rhonun turned his face to Tython's sun, closing his eyes and feeling the warmth of its rays upon his face and the crisp nibble of the breeze as it swept through the ruins. Rhonun showed no fear, he felt no fear, and he knew his fellow Jedi would notice.

It is a good day to live and a good day to die...

Slowly opening his eyes, Rhonun turned turned his golden gaze back to the wave of black and red drawing ever closer. The time was upon them. "Take heart, and feel no fear. Fear is for the weak. Fear is for the Sith. Let them grovel in it! Hold fast, and never abandon Hope! Rhonun raised a mighty fist over his head, the earth around him starting to rumble and churn, many other Jedi doing the same. Rubble and chunks of rock was pulled from the soil and lifter overhead, and at Rhonun's signal, the Jedi released a volley of rock and ancient debris with great force and velocity. It would not be enough to stem the tide of Sith, but if it started to bleed them early, it worked well enough.

"Again!" Cried out the Cathar, tossing a pillar half again as tall as he was into the Sith who were almost upon them. With the distance closing, Rhonun looked over to his wife, his guiding light in the bleakest darkness and he offered up to her the warmest of smiles, "Know that I love you, Della Frey. Here, at the end of all things." Fire filled Rhonun with those words, his mighty heart quickening its beat as adrenaline flooded his body. Reaching deep within himself, Rhonun envisioned his self-made restraints against the greater emotional disposition of his species. The thrill of battle and the hunt, the great passion of love, the anticipation of bloodshed. It was part of him, bred and instilled into him just as surely as the color of his eyes. Rhonun had always repressed what he was for the sake of the Jedi and those around him, not wanting to perturb his Masters and comrades with his raw Catharese behavior and how the Force amplified him through it. If there was a day to unleash himself, it was this day.

Let them unleash Hell, as I shall...

Rhonun tore away his restraints, letting his love for Della rush through him and that bone-deep desire for the hunt to grant him great vigor and vitality. Rhounun could feel the great clairvoyance and the relief of letting his true nature free for the first time in years. He did not dwell on anger or hatred, thought. Rhonun sought the emotions that made him feel as though he could fly higher and faster than any starship, and he took hold. The emotions felt when in the company of Della and friends, those are what Rhonun sought and celebrated.

"For peace, truth, and justice!" Rhonun roared before leading the counter-charge with his fellow Guardians. The Jedi farthest back in the formation continued to keep the pressure on the Sith advance with the volleys of debris until the battle-lines melded together, then they would join their fellow Jedi in the clamor and chaos of battle. So different from his wife, Rhonun lead from the front, clad in white robes and shining armor and his cloak of warrior-red, his mighty weapon seeming to growl and purr as the tides of Light and Dark met with a thunderous clash.

 

[Negative Blessing]

Grima's mentalality of the forthcoming battle remained focused as she felt the dark tendrils of the Dark Side engulf her body. Slowly, at first, she began to move down the hillside in her customed built armour. Only on a few occasions had she chosen to wear her armour. In past conflicts she opted out of it so her movements were not restricted but this battle proved to be more dangerous than any other battle she had been in so she left nothing to chance. Even an unskilled opponent could get in a lucky strike and she would not die by some Jedi's hand because she was overconfident. In fact, her confidence was in check. Get in and kill the Jedi. No heroics.....no needless chances to be taken. It was that simple.

Her booted feet touched the ground below her after she used the Force to slow her descent and she still had not pulled out her lightsabers so they remained on her left and right hips swaying back and forth until called upon. All around she saw her fellow Sith igniting their weapons as the thunderous sounds of snap hiss echoed through out the area. She began to fuel her Dark Side energies with every step she took in the direction of the Jedi and waited with patience to unleash it upon them and smiled to herself at the visions of their bodies burning and their screams filling her ears while their flesh melted from bones played out like a holomovie in her mind.

She saw a few Sith break from the main group following the one that had given the motivational speech and elected to stay her course. She knew her duty and she knew what the ultimate goal was. Eliminate the Jedi. Capture Tython. Please the Empress. Soon she sensed others massing around her as if she was their leader taking them into the heat of battle. She yelled to them over the war-like howls,"The Empress is watching....the whole galaxy is watching...leave no Jedi alive. If they kill one of us, we kill ten of theirs!"

Closer and closer the Sith were approaching the Jedi and she locked her cold venomous gaze on the first Jedi that would die by her hands. Closer and closer the ranks of the Sith she was leading by default were nearing the Jedi's line, Grima uttered the words of the Sith spell Odojinya while thrusting her right hand out. From her fingertips a green energy shot out engulfing the Jedi in a Dark Side web forcing him to drop his lightsaber hilt as he struggled to break free from the witches snare. Through the Force she felt his strength wanning, his connection to the Force diminshing. The Jedi looked up and locked eyes with the Togruta Crusader.

In stride she called her hilts to her hands pressing the activation buttons on the handle. Her black-purple blades roared to life following their own snap hiss sounds while she lept into the air in the direction of the entangled Jedi. Grima sensed the fear in the Jedi that he knew his death was now imminent and she swallowed that emotion as her blades swung down in a slashing angle parting the Jedi's head from his shoulders at the same moment her feet touched the ground again. She moved past the falling, headless body of the Jedi to her next target without even a glance as her kill's head bounced away.

So it has begun....

 

[TweedPawn]

Della carried two strengths outside of the virtues of her people. She had patience and willpower. She caught a vision of terrible things, and she felt the initial chills in her body. However, she was no stranger to awful visions. Della silently spoke the mantra of her people. the divines blessed us with the ability to survive anything.

Della smiled at her husband's noble words. They had eachother, but even if they didn't Della would find a way to press on. She survived abuse from the Sith, her personal exile, watching lovers fight, friends turn and kill other friends, and her captivity under the imperial Jason Xaden. She never thought on her willpower. She simply assumed it was natural, a by-product of her people's constant struggle against incredible odds.

Della stalked Grima, watching with saddness as her brethren were slayed. She remembered the games of stalking and evasion she and Rhonun would play. Della knew how to think like a predator. She learned quite a number of tricks. Grima already exposed one tactic to Della. The snaring was something to keep an eye out for.H er presence in the force was still muted. She paced herself slowly. It was better to take time of a sure thing, than to rush after chances.

The chaos of battle was around her, but Della was invisible to it. She stayed close to her husband, taking care to stay out of the way to avoid being detected.

 

[Apollyon]

Audroti had indeed broken away from the main battle group, he and three hundred other elite Sith Warriors had broken off to cause panic within the enemy ranks. These warriors followed Audroti boldly as they enhanced their speeds to keep pace with the enraged Sith Pureblood. They would be mere seconds in front of the main battle group but the devastation a trained warrior can accomplish on enemy ranks was not to be underestimated, this coupled with all the excess energy Audroti had absorbed and was absorbing from the hostile emotions within the Sith ranks and the shreds of fear that resided within the hearts of some younger Jedi empowered Audroti beyond his wildest dreams.

As he approached the lines of foolish Jedi, Audroti leapt, aided by the Dark Side he easily cleared the first and second lines of Jedi, he crashed into the third line, the other rest of the followers were soon behind the Red-skinned titan. As Audroti landed raw Dark Side energy would launch the Jedi in his immediate vicinity, less than a second later five lightsabers unclasped themselves from his Fauld, ignited, and diced the defenseless Jedi as they traveled upwards into air, showering their comrades with severed limbs in a gory display of power. Soon screams erupted from the Jedi as three hundred Sith warriors slammed into the midst of their lines with similar, fear inspiring displays of intense dismemberment.

Audroti utilized the additional power he felt coursing through his being as he easily overwhelmed the Jedi near him, butchering them while they recovered from the initial shock of his terrifying display. Audroti relished each stroke, savored the scent of burning flesh as his lightsaber carved through the bodies of anyone who stood in his path, he fully immersed himself in the slaying of the Jedi. The three hundred warriors were quickly accomplishing their jobs, to cause a brief moment of panic before the main force collided with the Jedi, to divide the enemy and then conquer them in a single, swift strike.

Audroti would soon feel the Horde of Sith approaching the enemy, the sound of their charge seeming like thunder. Today, the Sith were Gods and the Jedi would be the mortals they had chosen to wipe from existence, as it should be and Audroti would stand as Zeus on the field of battle, Immortal.

 

[StormWolf]

The moment the two armies clashed, Rhonun could feel it all the way to his bone marrow. Sith and Jedi alike shouting out in their last moment in a vain attempt to defy death, but to no avail. Just as their leader leapt several ranks into the Jedi, Rhonun charged through the preliminary ranks of the Sith, shielding his body with Force Barrier to turn his own momentum and mass into a venerable battering ram. Pushing into the third rank of Sith warriors, the Jedi Knight immediately moved into his Djem So attacks and his Shien counter-attacks. Enveloping his body in a shroud of Tutaminis, Rhonun took the power the Sith exerted against him, absorbed it into his body, and turned it back around on them. The Knight's saberstaff moved in quick ice-blue flourishes, clashing brightly with the blades of red and cleaving through the bodies of those Sith whose conviction and illusions of strength failed them. Black-clad warriors fell at Rhonun's feet, their wounds gaping and glowing a cherry red around the edges.

Flourishing his staff in his right hand, Rhonun engaged the pivot in his cybernetic wrist, spinning the blades in a continuous circle, forcing some Sith to back away from the Jedi. Those who did not were reduced to smoking, savagely chopped pieces. In a sea of darkness, Rhonun stood as a gleaming beacon, shining with the light of the sun and so many deep red lightsabers. The violence pained and pleased Rhonun, appealing to his instinctual savagery while contradicting everything he had learned as a Jedi. It caused a storm to brew and grow within the Jedi, forming tumultuous waves within him that he rode through the clamor of battle, the great tide consuming each Sith with the folly bravado to stand against him. Amongst the servants of darkness, the Cathar stood as an avatar of the Eight-Fold Path, the Jedi, and the Galactic Alliance.

With another Sith cut down, Rhonun turned about to see so many fallen Jedi at his back, the Sith leader standing over them. Rhonun locked eyes with the Sith Cursader and offered a wordless challenge. You are mine to face, was what Rhonun's baleful gaze said. Rhonun knew that out of all the Jedi on the field, he stood the best chance against the Sith Crusader. To keep his fellow Jedi from dying against the one Sith, Rhonun would do battle with the Pureblood to keep his attentions from going elsewhere. It was Rhonun's battle to fight, win or lose.

 

[Negative Blessing]

All around Grima, the lines of the Jedi and Sith clashed erupting into sounds of sizzling blades connecting with one another. The numerous colours of blades, red vs. blue, red vs. green, red vs yellow, and red vs. orange, met with some being parried and some being blocked while others found their intended targets. Through the Force she felt the deaths of Jedi and Sith alike from that initial contact of the two lines introducing themselves which only fed her passion in the Dark Side. She dropped one then another Jedi quickly as she danced around them twirling her blade this way and that way until she stood alone seeking out another foe to engage.

From out of the corner of her left eye she saw a Sith knocked to the ground, his hilt skitting away from him, while a Jedi raised his cyan coloured blade up high to deliver the killing blow on her brethern. Spinning her body around to face the Jedi, she ran with the aid of the Force to intercept the blade before it killed the male Sith. Sliding on her knees as she reached them, she thrusted her right blade out catching the Jedi's blade with it then quickly swung her left blade across her own body and through the abdomen of the Jedi cutting him in two. The two Sith spared a glance at one another followed by a smile. The Force trembled through her alerting her to danger.

She turned around, still on her knees, and saw a Jedi high in the air, blade arched back to give her more power to strike down at the Togruta Sith. Using the Trakata technique, she powered down her left blade following it up with a devastating wave of energy of Force Blast catching the Jedi square in the chest breaking his chest cavity while it knocked him back so hard he landed on the ground with a sickening thud. She rose to her feet to finish her off when three Sith fell on the severly injured Jedi slicing her to pieces. Grima gritted her teeth at the Sith for taking her kill.

Grima assessed the situation scanning the area once more as the lines began to thin some while the surface of Tython was becoming littered with the dead bodies of both Orders. Walking through the carnage was a female Cathar Jedi who seemed hell bent on confronting the female Togruta Crusader. With her infamous haunting smile emerging on her face once again, Grima felt obliged to answer the Cathar's unspoken challenge. Reaching out with her hand once more she caught a young looking male Jedi, who was foolish to run toward her with uncontrolled emotions, by the throat via the Force squeezing the life from him. Releasing her grip on the dead Jedi, she let out a sinister laugh meant for the Cathar to see and hear then turned on her other lightsaber pointing both tips of her duel blades in the direction of the Jedi.

Grima slowly began walking toward the Jedi, cutting down another Jedi from behind while he was locked with a Sith, with her eyes focused on the Cathar Jedi but her senses paying attention to everything around her. Grima stopped and waited.

 

[TweedPawn]

Grima would not get a chance to catch Rhonun off-guard. While the sith had been mercilessly slaughtering Jedi, Della had maintained her focus. Her instinct channeled to a rare moment of perfection. They were balanced with the calmness of the Order. Della saw her moment to protect her husband. She needed to keep him from becoming overwhelmed.

Della's presence in the Force suddenly exploded right next to Grimla, with it a wall of strength that would be like being hit by a locomotive, throwing back fighters, debris, and rubble. Then, as sudden as it came, her presence vanished again. It was a technique she had practiced many times, learning from creatures that lived in the ocean's deep. Their tricks of blinding the darkness with luminescence to escape predators provided Della with a useful skill. It was the same concept, but with the Force.

It was a dirty trick. But neither Della, nor her people, believed in "dirty" tricks. Anything that helped survival was fair game. There was little honor amongst the Rabbit Folk.

She braced herself for the wrath that would certainly come in er direction.

 

[Apollyon]

Audroti relished the sound of dying fools for none of them could withstand the strength he poured out upon them. In the few moments that had passed since he and the boldest of Sith Warriors had breached Jedi lines, scores of dead Jedi and Sith littered the ground, only the strongest would survive. The aroma of death filled Audroti’s nostrils as he inhaled sharply, pleasure coursed through his veins as he struck down each fool that dared challenge his Power. None of these Jedi would escape, all of them would fall before the might of the Sith, the true avatars of the Force, the Masters of the Dark Side.

Audroti suddenly felt a mass of dark flames flicker out in near unison, his onslaught paused as he gazed back to discover the cause. Behind him he saw thousands of forms clashing with one another, locked in epic struggles that would be recorded for the millennias to treasure or lament. However, one form stood out amongst the rest, a single Jedi boldly gazed back at Audroti. A male Cathar garbed in the purest white armor, his glare seemed to entice Audroti, to challenge his very existence. Audroti could tell this was the conflict he was destined to seek out on Kaleth, this Jedi was the strongest amongst them, this would be the conflict he would remember for the rest of his days, the mere thought excited him.

Audroti gazed back at the Cathar, his Red eyes bearing down into the Cathar’s very soul, slowly a twisted arrogant smile spread across Audroti’s deep red lips. The smile was a sign, a sign that clearly stated “Come on then” Audroti stood more than ready to face this foolish Jedi.

Audroti would wait, standing completely still as four lightsaber danced around him, striking down anyone who came too close, he waited for the Jedi to come to him. Once he was sure the Jedi coming two lightsabers would be flung towards him, another would be sent spiraling into the air should he try to leap into combat with Audroti. The first pair carved through both Sith and Jedi alike, indiscriminate on the lives they took as they surged towards their intend target fully intending to carve the Cathar horizontally into three even pieces.

Soon the clash of two titanic forces would collide, the champion of the Light and Darkness would crash together with a resounding clang. They would act out the eternal and futile struggle that the Light and Dark consistently played out. For the briefest moment in galactic history, in this area, these two would be the embodiments of their prospective alignments.

 

[StormWolf]

The ranks between Rhonun and Audroti thinned out until there was nothing but a field of the dead and dying between the Knight and the Crusader. Each of them stood stalwart and statuesque for a time as complete opposites. Light and Dark, Yin and Yang, Defender and Despoiler, Order and Destruction. It was time for Rhonun to take a step onto the next path of his destiny. He had an obligation, a duty to fulfill, an Oath to keep... a Vigil to uphold with every breath and every drop of his blood and sweat. Taking a deep breath and leashing his inner storm, Rhonun advanced at a steady and purposeful pace, in no hurry to continue the violence, bloodshed, and death, but also wanting to drag out the satisfaction his animal side so loved about the hunt.

As Rhonun advanced, the Sith initiated the clash from afar, casting four lightsabers towards the Cathar. Rhonun felt no fear or apprehension as the reaping blades drew near, as Rhonun's Masters were infinitely superior to this Pureblood, and Rhonun had stood against all of their tests. Opening himself to the flows of the Force, Rhonun raised a gleaming red Force Barrier around himself, shielding him from the oncoming lightsabers, absorbing the energy of their impact and that of their blades with Tutaminis. The weapons glanced off of the barrier and tumbled away from the Jedi Knight, who filled his mighty lungs with air. Using the energy taken from the Sith's attack and absorbing that of his barrier, Rhonun engaged the Force with his throat and unleashed a mighty roar that shook the earth and very air as the massive sound wave rushed towards the Sith with oppressive force.

Bolstering his legs with Force energy, Rhonun leapt after his Bellow, flourishing his saberstaff to strike at the Sith directly after the Cathar's bellow passed. Rhonun had not faced a Sith in some time, not since he had freshly been Knighted and confronted his Master, whose will and vigil failed. Rhonun had not left the field unscathed in the slightest, in fact his Master had defeated him and spared him, but Rhonun had changed. He had grown.... evolved. Rhonun could feel the strength of the Force in him, through him, and around him. It would guide him to the end of this confrontation, and if he put his faith in it and his fellow Jedi, they would survive, and if they were fortunate, they could even win.

 

[Negative Blessing]

Grima was caught unaware of the Jedi that had snuck up on her. A powerful Froce enegry erupted around her knocking Sith and Jedi back while throwing debris, bodies of the dead, and weapons throughout the air. Grima was one Sith knocked back through the air but while in flight, she was able to adjust herself so when she landed, she landed on her feet in a crouching position. Grima first looked around her to see what had caused it but her eyes ahd betrayed her. So she relied on the Force scanning the area around her for anyone that was trying to mask their presence. When her former Master had taught her how to mask her presence, she also taught Grima that it can work in opposite effect. Just a slight show of your presence will alert those in the Force. Even if you returned to hiding in the Force.

There! Standing in plain sight but hidden in the Force stood a female Snamreg. Grima locked her gaze on to her and knew she was the sneaky little Jedi that had surprised her. Grima cursed at herself for letting this Jedi get the drop on her. Grima realized she had the let her emotions of the battle dictate her and that was dangerous. If this Jedi was a Sith, Grima would have been cut down withiout knowing how she died.

Grima pointed the tip of the black-purple blade in her right hand in the direction of the Jedi while twirling the blade in left in a circular motion. Then quickly swung her left blade out catching a Jedi across the throat as he struggled to rise to his feet after the unexpected attack from his fellow Jedi. She returned her blade to the twirling motion again and started to move toward the female Snamreg Jedi. Grima blocked out all the sounds and cries of the battle around her focusing her attention on this Jedi.

Grima charged the Jedi while calling the Dark Side to her. She moved to the Ataru form leaping into the air in the direction of the Jedi. Just as she was closing in on her victim, she moved from Ataru to Juyo and struck high with her left blade and low with her right blade at the Snamreg Jedi the moment her feet connected with the ground.

 

[TweedPawn]

The sith was certainly dangerous. No doubt about it. She aimed to kill Della, but today would not be that day. Della may have been rooted out, but she was not devoid of tricks. She observed the showy display of rage and darkness, but kept her emotions in check. Della was used to speed, she was addicted to it. She prided herself on her uncanny gift of speed. It wasn't just the Force, it was her natural gift.

She already knew where the Sith would land and she was prepared. She darted so quickly that she vanished from sight, delivering a powerful kick to the lower spine that not only would send the sith painfully flying again, but would also crack the armor she was wearing. Della's legs were solid muscle, a side effect of her rigorous speed training. The Force drawn into them would only amplify their natural ability.

Della would not get cocky yet, she was fighting a predator. Her eyes studied the joints of the armor. A solid kick to the hips would incapacitate her foe. The trick was those dual blades. Her opponent was aggressive, but Della was quick. The fastest, if she had to say so herself. Della did not carry the Phoenix's orange blade today, but her husband's padawan saber. It roared in her hand as she ignited it.

"Torgruta, eh? I heard your kind has pointy teeth to scrape snails out of their shells. Raw snail eater. I heard you eat rats raw too. I would too, if I was too stupid to cook." Della said. Nothing like a good insult. The lightsaber blade was prepared to fight the Sith's aggressive style with its own righteous, underhanded, backbiting fury. Della was lightfooted, her dodges would seem effortless.

 

[Apollyon]

The Lightsabers carved their individual paths of pure carnage and death through the ranks towards their intended target; they cut through metal, flesh, sinew, and bone of the beings that stood in their paths as if they were water. However, upon connecting with their ultimate goal their true purpose was unsurprisingly denied, a barrier that matched the crimson hue of the beams briefly drained the blades of their energy before deflecting them into the fray. As the Cathar warrior drew in his breath Audroti recalled his weapons, allowing them to reattach at his waist without physically touching them. Audroti then began to prepare his own defenses, drawing from the pure aggression of the Sith that surrounded him and the unadulterated fear that touched the Jedi hearts Audroti placed his own Barrier in the path of the explosive sonic attack.

When the Bellow collided with the Barrier the energy from the potentially devastating blast climbed up the walls, physically manifesting as cloud of churning scorn for a brief moment before both Barrier and Bellow vanished from the battlefield completely. Despite the fury of the Jedi’s attack, Audroti’s malice filled eyes never strayed from his opponent, he watched as the Jedi channeled the energy into his legs and prepared to leap into the sky in yet another display of unguided aggression. In response Audroti twisted the Dark Side, forcing it to send his own missile of pure hatred towards the soaring Jedi. The telekinetic blast was finite in its existence, designed to hit the Jedi’s center mass with explosive force that would send him flying in the direction he came in with little way to counter this attack as he foolishly had allowed his feet to leave the solidity of the ground.

Should the trajectory prove accurate Audroti would augment his own speed through a simple command to the Dark Side. With his augmented speeds Audroti would dash forward, carving through the ranks of lesser Jedi as he traced the landing point of his true opponent. Once he reached his enemy Audroti would unleash cruelty in the form of blue lightning that would burst forth with a resounding clap of thunder at his opponent as he would no doubt be attempting to regather himself.

Should the Jedi manage to negate the Telekinetic blast Audroti would unleash a frightening aura which if not mentally defended against would force the Jedi to watch as Audroti peeled the flesh from the face of everyone he loved dear before ending them is the slowest and cruelest ways the Cathar could possibly imagine. While these frightening images wreaked havoc for a brief moment in the Cathar’s mind Audroti would side step from his opponent’s predicted landing area, towards the direction of the Jedi’s lightsaber would come down in. Audroti would duck low, under the shoulder swiping attack of the Cathar, pulling free a second lightsaber and swinging it upwards at horizontal angle in an attempt to bisect the foolish Jedi at his stomach.

The clash of two titanic forces had begun, the champions of both Light and Dark each tasted their opposing force, only one side would remain through this epic struggle.

 

[StormWolf]

Soaring through the air as a blur of metal and deep red, Rhonun was met mid flight by a powerful telekinetic push. The Sith's strike caught Rhonun in the shoulder, clipping him and knocking him from his leap's arch and sending him tumbling down. Correcting his fall, Rhonun's dense body hit the ground, one foot and one knee planting with a hand to keep his body from tumbling and rolling under the momentum of his fall. Every second without a flawless defense was a second that could end Rhonun's life. He would not make such a foolish mistake. Just as he hit the ground, Rhonun the tensing and spasming of his muscles underneath the Sith's lightning. Grimacing and loosing a ferocious roar, Rhonun steeled himself against the pain, pushing as much as it from his mind as he could. It was not enough to push out all the pain, but it was enough to keep his vision from blurring and his mind from going numb. Fighting through the pain, Rhonun forced himself to stand, smelling the charring of his armor and even parts of his flesh.

Embracing Tutaminis, Rhonun took in as much energy from the Lightning that he could, letting it refill what it had already taken. Taking the Lightning into his hand and releasing its energy through his body, the Cathar advanced, bringing his lightsaber to bear with an expression on his face that was cold, determined, and baleful. The Sith had revealed much about himself in the spanning mere seconds. Range was his preference, an exact antithesis to Rhonun's preferred tactics. Getting in where it would be too self-destructive to use Lightning or telekinetic lightsaber forms would give Rhonun an advantage and give him the opportunity to make up lost ground and then gain some on top of that. Pushing forwards through to cone of blue lightning, Rhonun closed the distance between himself and his nemesis, the ends of his cape starting to singe and blacken.

Pushing himself within striking range, Rhonun released Tutaminis, using the energy absorbed to bolster his already titanic strength and guard his mind from the pain. Striking with his body on overdrive, Rhonun embraced the chaos, let it wash over him like a tidal wave of cleansing fire as he drew upon his darker teachings. The tumultuous tide of battle giving rise to the tempered fury of the Cathar people, the fury that blessed and cursed their blood, that they went on Blood Hunts to cleanse. Embracing the core teachings of Juyo, it was Rhonun's turn to suppress and oppress the enemy, to instill in him the fear they loved to spread. Flourishing the ice-blue blades of his saberstaff, Rhonun began his attack. Seeking any weakness, Rhonun lashed at it, seeking to cut the Sith to ribbons, whether that involved circumnavigating defenses or simply crushing his way through them. The strikes came in a chaotic flurry - legs, neck, head, waist, torso, arms, head, legs. Sweeping and flourishing and jabbing and slashing, Rhonun pushed his advance and his attacks, building momentum behind each strike.

The Sith was strong and intelligent, a worthy opponent, but Rhonun was not concerned with his Saga or his legacy in this dark hour. So much more hung in the balance. Rhonun was fighting with all he had to bring, engaging every muscle fiber to overpower the Sith as quickly and crushingly as he could. If the Sith forces witnessed the decimation of their leader, the Sith's fear-based conviction would crumble and they would flee.

 

[Negative Blessing]

Once again the Togruta was caught unawares letting her emotions of battle and killing rule over her common sense. She was a trained killer and battle, though she embraced the dark arts of Sith Sorcery, always raged through her veins. So when she was caught by the massive leg kick that cracked her polished and blood stained armour, she flew backwards managing to catch herself in midflight landing in a crouch rather than on her back. Cursing under her breath she quickly removed the damaged armour. It no longer served her but she always prefered to fight unarmoured but had been told by the leader of this Sith invasion that it was required of all Sith to don the equipment.

She let her eyes slowly rise to meet the Jedi, who now produced her own lightsaber and ignited it. Grima let out a slight chuckle at the words of the Jedi letting them die on the Jedi's lips. Grima was above baiting tactics or taunts and if this Jedi thought to duel her with words then this Jedi was weak and fear was running rampant, unchecked in this Jedi's mind. Grima let her laugh turn to a sinister smile as she raised her two lightsabers up. Slowly she walked toward the Jedi moving into the Juyo form, allowing her hatred and anger mingle with her skill with the deadly two blades in her hand making her a more ferocious opponent ready to strike down this pathetic Jedi, so misguided, so undermatched.

Grima was now in striking distance but she was no fool. Grima squashed any thoughts of overconfidence as she unleashed a flurry of attacks with her left and right blades in the direction of the Jedi in an attempt to draw the Jedi off balance while studying the Jedi watching her graceful and fluid movements while staying out of range of those powerful legs.

(((O.C.C. Sorry about that everyone, got alittle exicted there)))