Rumble in the Jungle: Clash on Jakku

[Valen Pelora]

The fates of the galaxy were shifting. Futures rising and falling in waves, the Force churning a hundred different paths. Uncertainty rested heavily across worlds. Something was changing, something was coming, the future was uncertain. Those with a hint of the Force in their blood could sense foreboding drifting through the cosmos. The war was coming to a head. A final terrible end. The Jedi or the Sith would survive, never both.

Korriban had fallen. Collapsed inward like the rotting corpse it was. The pain of the Sith had radiated across the galaxy. This was their greatest defeat in a decade. The culmination of the Jedi’s slow reclamation of their former strength. It had sent the Sith reeling, the Empire spinning into oblivion. Korriban was rubble but the Sith survived. They were spread across the Empire but now they answered the call. The Jedi had announced their intentions simply. The time of the Sith Empire was over. The Republic would return, they were coming. They gathered at their ancestral home of Jedha. They readied themselves to launch for the Core. It was everything they had. The Sith were ready. Whatever remained of Imperial strength marshaled on Jakku, a stopgap to prevent the Jedi from reaching the Core. The jungle world would be the arena of their final battle.

The Home Fleet burst from hyperspace. Dozens of Defender-class Cruisers, Corvettes, and Frigates swarmed towards Jakku. Shuttles, fighters, and bombers poured from their hangers. Ships rushed towards the surface. An Imperial Fleet was waiting but the strength of the Empire was in the jungle. Ready.

Grandmaster Alara Voren Skyell stood on the bridge of the Dauntless her eyes sweeping over the darkness of space. She could feel the Sith pulsing like a wound on the surface of Jakku. A miasma of darkness. She flicked on the fleet wide coms. There would be no heart lifting speech. “It is us or them. We win, or we die. If we lose the galaxy will be plunged into darkness. Fight well. Fight hard. May the Force Be With You.” She clicked the com off. In a matter of minutes, the Jedi forces would land and the fight would begin. Alara could feel a terrible presence in the Force, a horrible sinking darkness. She turned on her personal commlink. There was a fight ahead but not hers to have. “Corvo. He is here.” (@Phoenix) She stalked from the bridge to join her brothers and sisters down below.

OOC: Death Disabled

 

[Vosrik]

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There was a great darkness resting in this seemingly peaceful forest. A blight upon the natural, majestic beauty that sprawled for miles and miles across Jakku. Something corrupted the shadows creeping underneath the foliage and twisting trees. The last of the Sith were here.

[surl=http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/vosrik-tanari.64523/]Vosrik Tanari[/surl] stood next to his twin, [surl=http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/shalken-tanari.64632/]Shalken[/surl]. It seemed so long ago and yet only yesterday that the two Knights finished their Trials and first struck out against the Sith before they became the terrible Empire. The brothers took different paths, Vosrik the General and Shalken the Master. At their height, the twins were likely two of the most well-known Jedi in the Galaxy — one the venerable Jedi Lord, the other the personal bodyguard of the Chancellor. Even now, years after Tython was destroyed and the Republic crumbled, the two were every bit as regal as legend told. Vosrik changed from his Justicar garb of late into his gleaming armour with embroidered green and gold cape. His two emerald sabers hung at his sides, ready to once again face the Sith.

Shalken, not to be outdone by his brother, stood resolute as he always did. Sensing that which most could not — even for a Jedi Master, his abilities to perceive that which wished to stay hidden were unparalleled. Shalken's years protecting the Chancellor allowed him to hone that skill like no other. If Vosrik was the hurricane in battle, his twin was the unmoving wall. Astride the fur-caped Master was Vaskr, the giant wolf trained from birth. His snarls echoed through the forest, sending the fauna already in hiding deeper into their holes.

Looking at his brother, the Jedi Lord nodded in resolution. Until now, Vosrik's sole purpose was to find his fallen friend and bring him to the light. With the fall of Korriban, he could no longer sense Taox' presence in the Force. Whether he died that day or vanished, never to be seen again, the Jedi would never know. But he did not despair — he was at peace. Now Vosrik's attention was turned to the Sith, and they would feel his wrath. The twins were among the first to defy the Dark Side and its denizens, and now they were here to finish it together. Let those who would oppose them tremble.

"The nadorhurim hide further in the jungle, waiting for us to step into their trap." Vosrik's strange quips he picked up from his Justicar teacher were beginning to show again. "I sense a familiar presence here, on I haven't felt in a long time."

Vosrik's communicator came to life with the Grandmaster's words. He responded, "May the Force be with us all. Finally, we'll fight together in this last battle, Grandmaster. May we see the end of the Sith today." Silencing the comms, the Jedi Lord breathed in the dense jungle air. He could sense the Sith, somewhere further ahead. The Dark Side clouded his vision, but their presence was unmistakable. Another presence caught his attention, one decidedly dark but recognizable. Corvo was here, an old friend of Vosrik's — he knew the fighting would be the fiercest wherever the Jedi Shadow entered the battle. He would be proud to fight alongside him, despite Venator's dark past. Activating his comm once again, the Jedi Lord requested, "Say the word, Corvo, and both of us would be at your side in a moment. If I sense your intentions correctly, you intend on taking down the Emperor. You will need powerful allies."

@Shalken @Phoenix @Valen Pelora​

 

[Phoenix]

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Corvo had long suffered dreams and nightmares he wished he could set aside. Sleep had come to evade him at many times after he'd left the Sith and given up the old life. Shae's presence had always been a soothing balm, her form in the bed next to him an anchor against the terrors of his own mind and his past. With her abandonment, he was alone once more and they had returned in new versions. Where he was once haunted by his past sins - murder and genocide that had made his name famous - in recent days there was something far more foreboding: the darkness that had consumed his wife, the loss of what he valued most, and an impending doom. It had been on the horizon for some time and no matter what he did, he couldn't shake the sense of finality that had been haunting his mind just as it had before Shae was taken.

The galaxy was on the brink of destruction, civil war having torn apart everything on both fronts and a final showdown was destined to occur. It was now that Corvo realized the time for half-measures was over. He'd faced Darth Malon before and held back the pieces of him that he knew he needed to embrace if he were going to end this blight on the galaxy. He feared what it would mean for himself and his family, but now, as time went on and he watched the horrors that Malon had already unleashed on his family, he asked himself what it would cost if he didn't lay it all on the table. Shae had already been taken from him and one day Ciri would be targeted as well. He couldn't let that happen, no matter the cost.

Star-streaks turned to pinpoints as the Fury dropped out of hyperspace, Chaz left behind with Ciri and one of Chaz's highly advanced droids piloting the ship without another soul aboard; he couldn't ask anyone else to come with him on this trip. A tightness pulled at his chest as he thought of Ciri and he hoped to the Force she wouldn't be alone, and that perhaps one day, she might understand why he chose this path.

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he reached out to touch the Force. Everything came flooding in at once, dots of minds across the entire system as they prepared their rituals before battle. There was fear, anticipation, excitement, and everything in between. Everyone knew this was the time. He cycled through the minds of war, and even from here he could feel familiar souls amongst them. Men who had shown him mercy, men who had taken everything from him... and one mind who was everything to him (@Sreeya). Even now, the emotion of feeling his wife's presence from a world away was enough to nearly break his will. But that was precisely why he was here: what had happened to her could never happen to his daughter, and perhaps there was still a hope to be had. There was still love, and as long as there was love there, there was hope.

A familiar voice filled his helmet, and his eyes snapped open, pulled from his near-trance. He sad smile pulled at his lips at the sound of @Vosrik Tanari's voice. Surely, Corvo wouldn't be standing here now were it not for the mercies of the former Jedi Lord. Stay alive, old friend. The galaxy will need good men to put it back together.

Reports of the Emperor's presence came in as well, something almost unmistakable even amidst the sucking darkness of the Sith presence here. He nodded, though it struck him that no one but himself would see it. I know. His trail ends here. (@Valen Pelora)

His hazel eye closed once more and he opened his mind to the Force around him, calling on years of training in tracking and killing to guide himself toward that presence (@Malon), the darkness inside himself feeding on the hatred of his enemy. He could feel all the swirling emotions of the enemy. Yellow eyes snapped open.

 

[Malon]

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Darkness rises... and light to meet it. Darth Malon, reigning Dark Lord of the Sith and the last reigning Sith Emperor (before Darth Sidious reigned over the galaxy a millennia later), stared out at the vastness of space from his position on the bridge of the Malevolence and contemplated the end. The end of the Jedi Order. The cleansing of the Sith. A new era without the diseased Republic or the failed Jedi. This battle would decide all of that. Or, at least, that is what he allowed them to think.

In truth, the battle was a trap. All the might of the Sith Empire gathered both above and below on Jakku in order to draw the Jedi into this their final confrontation. And all so that the Emperor might use his new ritual—a gift from that fool, Darth Bane—to extinguish the Jedi fire once and for all and to allow him to start anew with the Sith; a new Order, forged in his image. The ritual had already begun. Even now, the energies of the dark side of the Force twisted around the planet. The Force storm that would result when the ritual was complete would utterly ravage Jakku's surface. The Jedi below would be exterminated while the fleet handled what few remained in orbit. Perhaps the planet would be destroyed too. Malon did not know. Nor did he care.

What was a planet when its death meant the extermination of the Jedi at long last?

Only one obstacle remained. There was only a single Jedi who stood a chance of defeating him and ruining his plans. And that Jedi—his final test—was on route. Malon could sense Corvo in the Force: a beacon of light flying into a curtain of darkness. The Emperor couldn't help but smirk at the irony. He and the Jedi Master had met above Coruscant years ago, when the Empire was still a Brotherhood and the Republic yet clung to life. Now, here, above yet another world, the two of them alone would decide the fate of the galaxy. The fate of the Jedi. The fate of the Sith.

In the Force, the shatterpoint created by their looming confrontation was larger than any the Emperor had seen since he first manifested the ability against Darth Vanus. It wasn't just a shatterpoint. It was the shatterpoint. One of them would not be walking away from this battle; and, whomever lost, would also ensure the death of their Order. That much was certain. But the Force was cruel; it did not show Malon the outcome of the battle, only indicated its significance to the history of the universe.

So the Emperor summoned his powers until he was more than just the Lord of all the Sith. He stood on the bridge of his ship like a wraith in the night. The dark side of the Force itself made physical. His very presence made the bridge cold as the winds of Hoth and seemed to suck all the air out of the space, silencing the deck officers in the pits below him.

"Come," the Emperor said. His voice whispered through the Force to his approaching enemy. "Come to your death, Jedi."

@Sreeya @Phoenix

 

[Arcangel]

A dark miasma cloaked the jungle world of Jakku. The ebb and flow of the life filled planets pulse choked by the darkside. With a deep inhale, eyes closed, Carys breathed it in, savoring the sheer power of it all. The mass congregation of Sith on the planet had defiled its natural aura, twisting it to the darkside with rituals of corruption and desecration. It was here that the Sith would make their stand, slaughter the Jedi and leave their bodies to rot on the fetid jungle floor, to become prey to the ravenous scavengers that stalked the night.

Carys was one such scavenger. She felt no loyalty to the Emperor, was not bound by oath to the broken Sith and its Empire. She spat on their order and laws. In her mind, the Sith had lost their way many years ago, when they submitted to the binding chains of civilized discourse.

She yearned for the days of pillage and slaughter, the chaos that was unleashed upon the galaxy by Darth Venator and Warlord Zanhra. Worlds had burned before their scourge, entire peoples genocided at their whim. The darkside had gorged upon the suffering they inflicted, echoes of pain and despair rippling across the galaxy.

But the Sith of today were merely a shadow of their former ferocity and ambition. And Carys would watch, laughing with glee as their precious order came crumbling down around them. She would begin anew, create a new order built upon her own vision of chaos and madness. A vision that she would instill in another, merely a child for now, but that would change once she located and turned the child of Darth Venator and his traitorous wife Shae. From what Carys had gleaned the woman had returned to the Sith once more, abandoning her husband and child, leaving them vulnerable.

But first Carys had to survive. She knew not why she had come to Jakku. She could have watched from afar, awaiting word of the Siths death knell. But something had drawn her. A coalescence in the force, the dark and light coming together on the planet, a sense of finality echoing throughout the galaxy. It had pulled her, and she had answered, loathe to miss what was to come.

So she had come, to witness this finality. And to kill a Jedi or two, for the fun of it. The thought made her grin, her aura quivering in excitement, its dark radiance tinged with a hint of chaotic madness that yearned to corrupt and destroy everything it touched. Breathing in the jungle air deeply once more, her chest swelling as the darkside welled within her. Opening her now yellowed and madness tinged eyes, a wicked grin spread across her face. The Jedi had finally arrived, she could feel it.

 

[Versok]

Jakku, what a fitting planet for the last fight, a fitting place to the templar, Kilian Marr to die, or at least that was what he was thinking. For he wasnt standing in the planet as the proud, shining example of what a templar should achieve to be, because he wasn't standing as a powerful warrior who was aching to fight for the Empire, he was standing as a failure, a man who couldn't protect what was most important to him, what he believed in, a man who saw many faces of people which names he knew fading one after another, a man who didn't have the blessing of dying protecting what he believed in, but the curse of living knowing he couldn't do it.

He remembered everything that happened in Korriban, his brief showdown with the grandmaster of the jedi, which ended with a powerful light, a powerful force that knocked him unconscious. And when he opened his eyes, he couldn't believe what he felt, he felt that everything the sith had always worked on, was lost, everything they cherished, everything they protected, gone. That there was only what people called "the light side" and nothing else, he couldn't feel the presence of anyone he knew. None of his allies, not even the grand inquisitor, made it, he was the sole survivor of the sith in that battle, and he couldn't bear that truth, he remembered how tears of impotence ran through his face as he was standing on his knees in front of the temple, and how he had to run away like a wounded animal, not wounded psysically, but mentally.

And now, standing in Jakku, before the final fight, a fight that he honestly thought couldn't be won, for the Empire was heavily weakened, Kilian said to himself once more "Why has the force, the dark side, left us to rot?" However, he knew the answer to his own question, like always, many of the sith turned against each other, many of the empire forces did the same, not just because the rebellion, but also because they just look after themselves, many of the warriors of the Empire only wanted power, and nothing else, on the other hand, while he hated the jedi with all his might, he had to admit something good about it, and it was that they at least worked together.

So, before marching against the jedi forces, the templar thought once more: How have things come to this, did the Empire do it that bad in protecting the galaxy? Were the jedi really who knew what was better for the galaxy? Why Could they keep calling themselves "good" after killing the sith in the temple without mercy at all? Why when the sith really needed help, many of the forces of the Empire turned against them instead of answering their call? Why did the Emperor stand in his throne, doing nothing to stop their homeplanet's downfall? Did they deserve all of that? Those were the questions that would haunt the sith 'till his death, fortunately, such questions would stop haunting him soon.

 

[Fantasy Liver]

Moku the Rodian Jedi began climbing aboard the two-man speeder that was being unloaded from a small Corvette that had touched down on Jakku. He surveyed the jungle planet and sighed. He wished that he might visit this planet again under better circumstances - it was beautiful and had a rich tapestry of lifeforms - but he doubted that he'd be able to. The memory of war often soured his perception of places and Moku had a sinking feeling that the forthcoming battle would be too bloody for him ever to return to Jakku and not experience painful memories.

"You all right, sir?" Ky, the Tholothian pilot of the speeder asked. Moku liked Ky - he had served for near twenty years as an Antarian Ranger and had flown with Moku in the Invasion of Korriban . Ky was a good man and had readily volunteered when Moku had requested a speeder pilot. Moku nodded to Ky and directed him to drive towards the assembling Army of Light.

As much as Moku hated this war, he had to admit that it had been good for him. The Rodian had never before spent much time within the Order, preferring to take long excursions to find himself or to chart remote planets for the Order to use as listening posts. The Destruction of Tython had forced him into the Order's activities with a burning passion. And though he loved travel and never would regret his pilgrimages, Moku felt that he had really come into his own as a Jedi Knight during the war. From diplomatic missions to Pantora to that strange encounter with those Regulators to bringing down the Great Temple on Korriban with the help of that droid, Moku had begun to rediscover what it truly meant to be a Jedi Knight. And a true Knight he would have to be in order to survive the oncoming slaughter. He reassuringly patted the two lightsabers that were affixed to his belt. One of them was blue-bladed and was the first saber he'd ever built, while the other belonged to the Sith, Ferras Zo’lara. Moku had slain Zo'lara on Korriban and had kept one of the man's ruby sabers to serve as both an extra weapon and as a testament to what the Order could accomplish. He was not overly proficient in fighting with two lightsabers but you never knew when you or a fellow Jedi might need an extra lightsaber in a pitched battle such as this.

"Stand by, Ky. We'll go where we are most needed. Until then, take this time to relax - we won't have downtime like this for quite awhile, I'm afraid." Moku told his speeder pilot.

 

[The Good Doctor]

The Sith Empire is falling. Troy Pierceson arrived on Jakku onboard his ship the Icehawk. The Jedi are attacking the planet in force. This planet is reported to be one of the last bastion of the Sith Empire's military strength, and that victory here would firmly set the stage for the Sith Empire to crumble at last. Korriban has fell, and the Sith will fail here at Jakku as well. Although Troy Pierceson has been content with being a member of the Royal Naboo Security Forces serving his Majesty, with such a high-stakes battle coming up, Pierceson couldn't help but decide to come to Jakku as well. Troy Pierceson may not be able to use the force and nor does he have a lightsaber, but he has the guts to come, and so he did.

Troy Pierceson was navigating the jungle on a speeder bike that he borrowed from the RNSF which was stored, going a fair speed as to avoid any trees or any other obstructions along the way. Troy Pierceson has all his usual gear on. His SmartSec armor bears on it Naboo colors. As the Naboo Royal Household is allied with the Jedi, the colors will mark Pierceson's allegiance should he run into any Jedi while on Jakku which is likely. While riding his speeder bike, he then comes to see a larger speeder (@Fantasy Liver), bearing Jedi insignias on it. Is it a Jedi, or one of their Soldiers of Light? Perhaps he should try to make contact with him. Beats fighting alone.

Spoiler: OOC

Gear list in CP

 

[Vosrik]

It was good to hear the voice of Corvo once again, but it was the voice of a man who knew he was going to his death. Vosrik's spirit fell as he realized it would be the last time he'd likely speak to the shadow ever again. "May the Force be with you," the Jedi Lord whispered as he looked to the pale blue sky. His brow furrowed at what he saw. The sky was no longer blue.

A deep sense of foreboding washed over Vosrik as he witnessed a Force storm of unparalleled size grow above Jakku. Something that large would do more than strike part of the planet...it would utterly wipe out all life on the forested paradise. The Emperor's true design became clear — it was a trap. Only one so evil as him would send his loyal Sith to their graves for a diversion. Looking to his brother, Vosrik knew that Shalken realized this far sooner than he had.

"Brother, we must leave. The Sith hid their fleet and have brought their full strength above. Vaskr, draal!"

The wolf's snarls silenced and the two quickly returned to their ship, having landed nearby. Vosrik's gaze was drawn back to the steadily increasing storm, now blotting out the sun's light with its magnitude. Opening his comms, he spoke to the Jedi forces moving through the jungle. "It's a trap! Knights, Masters, leave the planet now! Let the Sith die at their own Emperor's hand."

Stepping on board, the boarding ramp of Vosrik's Brambleback-class gunship slid shut with a hiss and the two Jedi blasted into space. Approaching the fleet, the true extent of the battle became clear as what remained of the Sith's forces now battled savagely against their nemeses. Spotting a carrier, Vosrik took the helm next to Shalken and commented, "That Ogre-class has enough reinforcements to knock out a lot of our ships, let's board it and take the fight to them before that happens."

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Guiding the gunship through the hail of blasterfire, Shalken manned the multitude of guns and unleashed a swarm of rockets into the carrier's hangar bay shields. Explosions ripped through the vacuum of space and the blast doors began shutting quickly — the Jedi Lord cracked down on the thrusters and made it inside as the doors slammed shut. Slowing to a stop inside the massive hangar, the ship landed and the two Jedi leaped onto the deck with lightsabers activated. Vosrik chuckled as the Imperial mechanics and pilots either ran or grabbed their blasters, feebly shooting in the invader's direction.

Deflecting any shots that came his way, Vosrik smiled to himself. "All your docking bays belong to us."

@Shalken @Deviant yoohoo little bith we here​

 

[Fantasy Liver]

"Roger that, Master Tanari." Moku quickly keyed over on his commlink before instructing Ky to pull up alongside the young Naboo officer he saw. Leaning out the window of the speeder while Ky kept up the speed, the Rodian Jedi Knight called out to the younger human.

"Did you hear that? We've been ordered off-planet! Do you have a ship?" Moku simultaneously warned Troy and tried to find he and Ky a ride off-planet. He fervently hoped that no Jedi would be caught in the Force storm's blast. If Troy agreed to move off-planet and take Moku and Ky along with him in his ship, Moku would follow him. If not, he'd instruct Ky to find the nearest corvette or frigate and load up there, preparing for the space battle that would ensue.

@Lightspeed

 

[Malon]

The storm came suddenly.

A storm full of the dark side. A storm full of death. The high winds sounded like the wailing of dead souls and rain began to fall in sheets, lashing all beneath it. Within moments, it consumed the entire planet, hurling deadly bolts of Force lightning down upon the jungles and the fighters below. The storm was the legacy of Darth Malon. A dark side ritual meant to destroy the Jedi and the Sith. And it was also killing the planet itself.

The Force storm was worse than any produced on Tython. Entire forests ignited under its onslaught; rivers began to swell, spill over, and flood; winds shredded trees; entire banks collapsed as rain rapidly drenched the soil and loosened the very earth itself. To say the storm was apocalyptic would have been an understatement. To those trapped on the planet, the storm would prove deadly if action was not taken. It made deadly any chance of escape via ship, yet it also made deadly remaining on the surface all the same.

And then, through the black clouds, a dagger-shaped ship fell. The Malevolence carried the remains of the dead Emperor, Darth Malon. As it fell, it was a symbol of what had just happened in orbit above. The Empire was falling. Its leader was dead. The Sith Order on the brink of extinction. The military might of the Empire broken above and below. And, as the dagger-shaped ship plunged into the ground like a knife in the heart of the planet, sending a titanic plume of fire and smoke into the air as it exploded, the storm reached its crescendo, galvanized by the death of the Emperor, whose escaping dark power was added to its own.

The day of reckoning had come. Now, it was truly every man for himself at this, the end of an era.

 

[Valen Pelora]

Alara stormed through the jungle, her blades hissing as rain fell. Her body ached. Her mind exhausted. The Force sustained her. It was all she had. It was all she had ever had. High above the fleets hammered at one another. A faint part of her mind knew somewhere Corvo fought for his life. This was truly the end. Alara could feel the Force ripping at the edges of the galaxy. The Empire or the Order would die today. She wished she knew which one.

She lost track of the battles she fought, the friends she saw die. The fight on Jakku was chaos. Sith fell to her blades, Jedi fell by her side. The Grandmaster remained. She was a shinning beacon on the Light. Alara made no effort to shroud herself, any who wanted to find her certainly could. Her indigo saber sliced through the right shoulder of a growling corrupted Bothan. Her mind went blank.

A terrible dark miasma descended on Jakku. It was unlike anything she had ever felt, a horrible wicked twisting of the Force. It was the most terrible manifestation of the Darkness she had ever felt. It would destroy all life on the vibrant jungle world. Alara breathed deeply and prayed. For the first time in a decade, she begged the Force. The Lightside swelled within every single cell of her body. She reached for her brothers and sisters in the Force imploring them to find her.

Alara’s sabers dropped to the ground as her hands shot towards the sky. The Force roared from her body. She could feel other Jedi joining their strength to hers. The Darkside storm raged across the Jakku, the death hammered the Force. The barrier surrounding the Jedi on Jakku was slammed again and again. Alara poured herself into it. She found herself drenched in sweat as the storm subsided. She was exhausted. Her eyes lifted skyward as the Dark clouds parted. She knew that ship. Alara flicked on her universal coms.

“Malon is dead. Finish this.” She would hunt down every remaining Sith on Jakku. She was confident the same would be done above.

 

[Deviant]

Hecate watched as the Emperor died along with the last remnants of the Empire— and along with her own faith to the Sith.

She didn’t mourn, grieve, or even cry out in fury. There was only silence. A silence that now consumed the whole bridge of the Ogre-class cruiser, the Damocles, as Imperial officers watched in horror. A flash of light erupted from the surface as the Emperor’s flagship touched the ground. Then, there was a chuckle. A contemptuous, cracked laugh from Hecate herself. Arms folded, her head snapped back as she laughed even louder. Turning away from the surrounding view, she ran her fingers through her hair.

“A pathetic ending for a pathetic Emperor,” her voice grew defiant, loud, and thoughtless. It didn’t matter anymore. This whole thing didn’t matter. The Sith was doomed to die now.

Hecate drifted to the waiting turbolift at the end of the bridge. The Sith would die, surely, but no way in hell was she going to die with them. Instead, she coasted for the hangar, where a personal transport would whisk her away from this doomed battle and this doomed empire. She’d return to Munto Codru, set herself up as Queen once more, and dominate the galaxy with an empire that wouldn’t fall limp faster than a—

The elevator doors screeched to an open, and then she saw it: Jedi. Two, in fact. Defiling the hangar bay and her very ship with their presence. She stepped out from the lift and hissed, “Jedi Lord Vosrik Tanari.” Her eyes flickered over to the other man at his side. “And his shadow. What an honor.”

She dropped her cloak onto the floor and spread out all four of her arms. “You seem to have strange luck, Jedi— picking fights with women you know you can’t beat.” Red light erupted from each coiled hand. “I guess you just couldn’t get enough of Shae, could you?” She licked her lips. “Neither could Corvo, it seems.” Hecate flourished her blades, reflecting back to the apparent reports of Malon's final battle. Slowly, she inched closer to the two Jedi. “And don’t worry, she might be gone, but I’d be happy to finish what you two started back on Tython.”

@Vosrik @Shalken haH fiGHT mE​

 

[The Good Doctor]

The RNSF officer then exclaimed in confusion "Wait, what?" as he abruptly stopped his speeder bike, pulling on the brakes and then turning it the opposite direction of where he came from. Then he noticed the storm overhead, lightning then dances in the air, and then starts hitting the ground near him. Looking further in the air, he sees a large explosion in the air, the Emperor's flagship. The storm overhead was getting more and more fierce and the lightning started to get more and more frequent and intense, no way that is natural. Is this why the Jedi have been ordered to evacuate? This storm threatening to engulf the entire planet? "Alright, I got a ship." Pierceson then acclerated his speeder bike until a shot of lightning hit a large tree in front of him and then broke it and sent it tumbling down in front of him, lit on fire as well, blocking his path forcing him to stop, with the storm growing more and more intense and deadly with very second, at this rate, he wouldn't be able to make it to his ship in time before the surface is consumed. But however, thanks to the efforts of the Jedi elsewhere, the storm grew weaker, and weaker, until it started fading away and the planet started seeing the light of day once more. With the storm dissipating, Pierceson the turns his speeder bike facing the other way again, to the direction of the Sith. "Alright. Looks like the storms gone. I'm going in" he said to the Jedi. With that, he would acclerate foward once more.

Spoiler: OOC

Lame post, but still!

@Fantasy Liver

 

[Shalken]

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The battle raged in full force in the skies above Jakku, even as the Malevolence plummeted through the thick, dark Force storm clouds that enveloped the planet. Shalken could not help but pause to gaze at the dreadfully beautiful sight of the star destroyer's descent. Such was the death of the Emperor, amidst the chaos he himself had wrought. It seemed fitting that he should be buried with the Sith he had so treacherously slain as well. And yet, with great victory comes great defeat — for both Corvo and Shae Vis were aboard that vessel. Shalken could only hope they managed to escape.

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He arced his blade in a quick upward and downward strike, deflecting a bolt back to its source on the rise and cleaving through a Legionnaire on the fall. That was the last of the Imperials that had fought back — the rest had all fled deeper within the carrier for safety. They would be dealt with, in time. He beckoned to Vosrik, "Come brother, we must make our way to the bridge where we —" but was rudely interrupted by the sight and presence of the darkly-robed Sith exiting the turbolift. Taking up a defensive stance, the Way of the Krayt Dragon, he listened with mild interest to the Darksider's banter. While the Master had learned not to take them too seriously, it was always interesting to hear what they had to say — because, as usual, they always did. As she finished her banter, the Jedi Lord's "shadow" tilted his head confusedly. "My apologies, but you are...?"

@Vosrik tag, you're it​

 

[Vosrik]

"Jedi Lord Vosrik Tanari."

The man turned to face the brothers' new opponent. He studied her face closely, trying to remember if he'd seen this Sith before. Or even heard of her.

Nah.

Shalken asked the obvious while Vosrik approached the babbling duelist. She might even have been pretty if she didn't have four arms. Codru-Ji. But more than that, the Jedi Lord could feel the spite coursing through the Sith's veins. However, he couldn't help but smirk at Hecate's attempt to undermine him. Some Sith were just better at Dun Möch than others.

"Aren't you forgetting another woman? Kira Elan, who had her connection to the Force torn out in front of the Jedi Army? Tut tut, girl. Keep talking and I might decide to do the same instead of cutting you down."

Facing her head on only 10 meters away, Vosrik readied himself in the Ataru attack form. "Or perhaps I'll just let you burn with your crumbling Empire."

@Deviant ur turn bith​

 

[Fantasy Liver]

@Arclight @Lightspeed

Well, evidently, taking off to join the space battle wasn't happening apparently. Moku and Ky had tried following the Naboo officer but the Force storm had made the route a treacherous prospect indeed. Eventually however, the storm seemed to subside and the man from Naboo resolved to turn around and confront the remaining Sith on the surface of the planet. Moku heartily agreed with that sentiment and instructed Ky to follow Troy's speeder bike.

Two Sith infantry troopers burst forth from the woods into the clearing where Moku was and almost caused a collision with Ky's speeder. They were clearly scouts of some kind and did not expect to come out of the clearing so close to Jedi forces. The two Sith scouts both turned around and sped away, one of them aiming a hasty potshot at Moku's speeder. Ky let out a war cry and sped to engage the two scouts before his Rodian passenger put a cautionary hand on his shoulder.

"Leave them. I sense somebody much more dangerous nearby." Moku shook his head, gesturing in the direction where he wanted Ky to turn.

"What?!? Those two were scouts - they'll report our position!" Ky objected but, nonetheless, following Moku's instructions. The nomadic Jedi gave a small grin and gestured widely at the sweeping expanse of chaos that was the battle-torn Jakku.

"I think the Sith might be aware of the fact that there are Jedi onplanet. Besides, the Emperor is dead - they are no doubt worried about far more than us." Moku said. He continued to give instructions to Ky, trying to hone in on the dark presence that he felt nearby until he saw her.

Moku did not recognize Cadrys Hildagr's face or name but he knew a Sith when he saw one. Oddly enough, she seemed to be alone He hopped out of the speeder quickly, while Ky hurriedly pointed the speeder's sole weapon - a small laser cannon mounted on the back - at Cadrys. Moku ignited his lightsaber and held it out in front of him in the Soresu ready position.

"The Emperor is dead and I've killed enough Sith already. You guys tend to smell something awful when you die so why don't you make this easy for the both of us and surrender?" Moku asked, seemingly jovailly. However, he was entirely ready for any Sith treachery.

 

[Deviant]

Hecate just about gaped in shock after each Jedi looked at her with confusion.

“You don’t know who I am?” She clamored, shoulders slumping and sabers slipping toward her side. “Dea Tacita Hecate? Former Queen of Munto Codru? Champion of Ord Radama? Scourge of—?” Her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her skull. “Oh, f*ck it. Let’s just fight.” She smoothed back into position, raising her two upper blades forward and dropping her two other sabers into the metal floor.

Sparks jumped forth as she approached them. The force gathered at her fingertips and her eyes narrowed to each Jedi, but she withheld the rage and disgust building inside her. Hecate would first wait for the prospect of an attack before she pounced into action. They outnumbered her two to one, but if she was mindful enough, she might just emerge unscathed— and who knows, perhaps with two fewer pinheads roaming the galaxy.

Hey, if that bitch Carys could do it, then she could too, right?

@Vosrik @Shalken uGH​

 

[Shalken]

The formalities now complete, Shalken began to pace to the left. He could not deny his target was incredibly intimidating to behold, with four lightsabers and a strong presence in the Force. While her blindness was certainly an impediment, it would only mean her senses were as keen as a Miraluka's. Even now, she began to build the Dark Side within her, spurring Shalken to do the same.

Vaskr, having finished with the last of the stormtroopers, rushed to his master's side, a deep snarl echoing from his powerful chest. His white fur was mottled with scorch marks and specks of blood, which only added more to his ferocious visage. He mimicked the Justicar's movements, fur standing on end, body low and ready to pounce. Shalken angled his saber across his body, prepared for any attack from the Sith. His lightsaber form relied on counter attacks, and an all-out assault put him at a disadvantage — something he'd discovered with his last encounter. The last thing he needed to do was underestimate this woman, for cornered beasts are always the most dangerous.

 

[Vosrik]

The Sith, "Hecate", spouted off her list of meaningless titles. The Jedi Lord shrugged, circling around to the right as his brother did the opposite. Dea had...far more lightsabers than any he'd ever seen before. "Compensating for something?" Vosrik chuckled to himself, feeling her build up the power of the Dark Side within her. Waiting for the first to strike, so likely not a practitioner of Juyo or Ataru. With that many blades though, it seemed likely she utilized Djem So like Shalken, or possibly Soresu.

Regardless, the Jedi wasn't going to allow her to gain the upper hand. Breathing deep, Vosrik drew forth the power of the Light Side and shot his hands forward, conjuring a massive column of flame towards Dea. The power in the flames was a testament to the master pyrokinetic's abilities — but not something he'd be able to continue for long. Shalken, well out of the way of the fire, was being given an excellent opportunity. And one couldn't forget Vaskr, as the Dire wolf could communicate to his master with little more than a telekinetic thought.

@Deviant burn bisshh​