SLAYER 4 ( Battle Hydra)

[Nightmare Moon]

Open to Jedi and GA.

Tracking the one responsible for the Silooth rampage that was now dubbed by the Holonet news as the Spiceborn Massacre was difficult work. The individual was a rogue Sith alchemist who had been assisting several Hutt crime lords in their illegal works and thus had a immense amount of money at his disposal. However the Jedi order were not about to simply give up in the search and the alchemists own greed was evenly what gave him away when one crime boss who he had offered his services too sold him out in exchange for amnesty for certain crimes that he had committed. The Alchemist had been tracked to a large warehouse which was now surrounded by Galactic Alliance Law enforcement. Several Jedi were called onto the scene to make sure that everything ran smoothly and that he was caught alive. After all he would be an integral witness in implicating the Hutt mafia Boss Tholga who had hired him to both create and deliver the Silooth.

It was raining hard. Thick fat drops of cold water poured down everywhere drenching Rathru and soaking his robes through to his carapace beneath. A GA soldier cursed as his cigarette became drenched and soggy. At the front of the warehouse an officer with a megaphone conducted negotiations with the rouge Sith criminal who was trapped inside. Eventually a deal was worked out and 16 armed soldiers were to go in and subdue the perpetrator.

Heat signatures only showed signs of one being in the building thus it was deemed safe by alliance operatives to proceed. The soldiers entered the building and for a few minutes it seemed that everything was infact proceeding smoothly. Then gunfire followed by roars that could only emerge from the mouth of something massive and furious.

The screams stopped but the roars did not. Rathru decided that this was most defiantly time to get involved. He would respect the military’s wishes to try to resolve this peacefully but he would not sit by and let this turn into an utter massacre. Starting to make for the door he stopped short as a massive block of concrete smashed through the front immediately killing three men who were standing guard. Drawing Jotunn he sped up his pace making his way through the door at top speed.

What was inside was like something out of a demented fairy tale. In the centre of the room loomed a gargantuan reptilian form it's two heads snapping their teeth together and staring at the exit to the building as it loped forward on it's hind legs. A battle Hydra. Perhaps the least of all the sith war dragons it was still an immense force to be reckoned standing on it's hind legs it was easily fifty feet tall and its claws and fangs each over two feet long curled into wicked points. Rathru knew from his studies on sithspawn that its scales while not totally immune resisted lightsabers and its tail was filled with poisonous barbs that it could sling like shots from a crossbow.

Not waiting for it to get the first attack in Rathru fired once , twice , three times. Jotun's bullets were of an extremely high calibre often only found in mounted weaponry but out of the two shots only two managed to pierce the scales leaving holes in its chest that would be terrible wounds on any lesser creature but barely seeming to register in the Hydras mind as its thundering advance did not slow in the slightest.

The dragons tail almost with a life of its own did whip out flinging a hail of the potent barbs towards Rathru and the entrance. Activating force speed Rathru darted away from the volley. Even a Maelibus would have face dire consequences if hit by one of the barbs.
Behind the Hydra somewhere the Alchemist was pulling the strings.

 

[Lupe]

There was a reason Jolla hated cigarettes, they weren't as durable as a good cigar, and he was proven right today when he had to throw away a cigarette that got to soggy. Still he had a smile on his face, because the Maelibus hadn't recognized him which meant his ruse was good since the Maelibus had seen him before, at the tracks. Now Jolla and the Maelibus were on a mission together again, but this time Jolla was going to take a more stealthy route, which was why he was in the guise of an alliance soldier. He had gotten the gear from a GA soldier who had a little bit too much to drink the night before and was now fighting off a major hangover at one of Jolla's safe houses.

Meanwhile Jolla had to deal with huge raindrops that kept pounding against his GAMCA, making it rather annoying for him since the armor didn't really come with a visor or anything, something that the designers really should have thought of. Still Jolla made his way towards the entrance of the warehouse since it seemed the negotiator had came to an agreement with the rogue Sith inside. The Sith had already killed dozens of civilians on another planet with his stunt with the Silooths, and unlike the GA, who wanted a peaceful solution and to take the Alchemist in custody, Jolla had other plans which is why he was in GA gear instead of his usual outfit.

Still, the time had come, and Jolla had no chance to change his mind now since he had to go in with fifteen other GA soldiers in order to 'apprehend' the Sith, but even though the heat signatures showed only one being, Jolla couldn't shake the feeling that it was trap. Despite this, duty was duty and it was his duty to make sure justice was brought to the Sith, one way or another, so Jolla made his way to the front door of the warehouse, along with fifteen other GA troopers, and entered the building.

For the first few moments everything was peaceful and there was no problems whatsoever, making Jolla doubt his instincts somewhat. It didn't take long, however, for him to realize that he should doubt himself less since it appeared that the Sith had left them a present, a hulking reptilian beast with two heads which turned to the group, and massive claws that immediately proceeded to tear up the first three troopers after a voracious roar. Jolla's instincts immediately kicked in as he quickly slid into cover, barely avoiding the body of a fourth trooper that had been flung in his direction. Meanwhile his 'battle buddy' was giving him information on the current situation, six troopers down, nine returning fire while also tactically retreating. Quickly, however, the number of dead troopers rose and those returning fire lowered until there was no other troopers except Jolla who had remained hidden from the Hydra due to the distractions caused by his comrades.

Still that didn't mean Jolla was going to stay hidden, he knew the best way to stop the Hydra was to kill its master which would be the Sith Alchemist. So he quickly got up from his cover and began searching the warehouse, hoping that the Jedi and troopers outside could hold off the Hydra while he looked for the Alchemist.

 

[Tribunal Power]

Ruby red hair clung to Kendra's cheeks as though she weren't wearing a hood at all. The rainwater had pasted her hair, hood, and robes to her body like it was sprayed on-- a feeling that annoyed Kendra to no end. But this investigation was charged to her, and she would see it through; nobody ever heard of a criminal apprehension getting rained out.

She watched as the troopers stormed the building. Her Force Sight and Force Sense called the place clear as well, although something felt a little off. She could see the inside of the building; the walkways, the floor, the doors. But some parts were... fuzzy. They were odd; off, like a document that had been doctored in some way. But all technology had called clear, and for all intents and purposes, the Force agreed.

Once the chaos started, Kendra knew her gut feeling was right.

A boulder of permacrete blasted through the front doors from the inside, taking several troopers with it. Suddenly, whatever veil the alchemist had imposed was no longer necessary, and it fell; through the Force, Kendra saw the terrible creature that awaited them inside the building. Rathru snapped off a few shots at the beast as the troopers tried to reorganize, mostly failing. Kendra, invigorated by their previous victories, decided to start this fight off strong.

Recalling all her Force power, she summoned the strength she needed for her strongest ability. With two gloved, rain-soaked hands, she reached out into the air and heaved her arms up. A great strain was put on her mind as the Force leaped from her and ensnared the massive chunk of permacrete, smeared with Alliance blood. It upheaved from the earth, and Kendra took to her feet, running with all the speed she could find while maintaining the focus necessary to lift the boulder.

As if leashed to her, it trailed alongside her as she ran until she was within distance of the hole in the building. The hydra had turned its attention to Rathru, the only person to damage it thus far, and did not have a chance to react to Kendra as she rushed through the massive hole in the building.

With both arms, she swiped her hands over her head and brought them forward with a scream of exertion. The weight upon her was so great that once her hands passed over her head and the weight was lifted, the momentum of her swing continued and pushed her hands to the ground, bringing her to her knees. Overhead, the twelve-by-ten slab of permacrete rocketed at the beast with impressive accuracy.

The beast realized the attack a moment too late. Opening its mouth to roar, the boulder caught it in the jaw. Tooth, scale, and bone gave way beneath the David's stone, and Goliath stumbled. As shards of shattered fangs fell to the ground, the great dragon staggered backward, its left head roaring in agony; the jaw was crushed, its face mutilated. The boulder's mass was immense, too much to stop with one impact, and as the monster's head snapped backward, it rolled through the air, clipping its left wing as well before slamming into the ground. The wing was damaged, though whether or not it was broken remained to be seen.

A devastating attack, to be sure, but the beast was far from slain. With twin roars, it swiped its tail at the rain-soaked Jedi, lethal barbs flying at her like a volley of arrows. Kendra, sharp with unseen eyes, identified three of the large spikes that were headed directly for her; The first she slapped her body to the ground to avoid, the deadly barb passing overhead. The next two she dealt with by swiping her hand upward, a Force barrier swatting them away, though she was staggered by the impact; she always preferred soft blocks to hard blocks, but a hard block was much preferred to a spike through the chest.

Already having exerted a substantial amount of energy, Kendra reached out with the Force to search for any weaknesses the beast might have. She spotted the wounds made by Rathru's firearm, possibly exploitable if she could maneuver her lightsaber into them. Other than the wound she herself instilled, she was unable to identify any great weakness.

The Sith Alchemist was, unfortunately, still cloaked, hiding somewhere in the folds of the Force. She could not see him with unseen eyes, and so she had to rely on her ethereal ones. The hydra would have to be placated for long enough to allow her or her companions to search for the criminal, but giving such a massive and deadly thing pause was... Difficult.

 

[Necris]

Something was off he could feel it lingering in the back of his mind, something didn't add up with all this, it seemed too easy to him especially as they were dealing with a Sith, when everything went to hell he was ready to act he turned to one of the GA enforcers that had been complaining about his cigarettes getting soaked.

"Pull the rest of these men back and corden off the area, if you have any heavy weapons get them set up to lay down suppressing fire."

As Rathru charged the hydra blasting away with his heavy pistol he saw Kendra levitate a slab of masonry and hurl it towards the beast with a devastating force, he moved to join the pair of this his hand flashing up he stopped a barb as it flashed over Kendra and turned it in midair before sending it back whipping it past Kendra as she stood again it slammed into the ruined mouth of the left head and then he was at her side.

"Do you see the Sith anywhere?"

 

[Nightmare Moon]

"Nay I have not seen the wretch. He seems to be under some form of Sith enchantment that clouds his presence."

Ratrhu called out to Gol.

Meanwhile the Hydra was in the midst of working it's way into a berserk fury. Kendras assault with the large chunk of masonry had dealt it a blow that it had never expected from creatures so vastly smaller than it and to add injury Gol had lodged one of it's own spikes into it's ruined jaw. The dragon had eyes only for the red haired girl though. Even the alchemist controlling it could not sway it's fury in a more generalised direction. Kendra had maimed the beast and now the immense reptile wished only to grind her to offal in its teeth and then savour each moment as it digested the pieces.

Taking vast loping strides the Hydra easily cleared the distance between itself and the Jedi and bending slightly swiped at Kendra with first its right then left hands. Each blow was enough to take the roof clean off a speeder and it's claws were sharp enough to rend through even Mandalorian armour. If he stuck round Gol might be hit by the collateral force of the attack but it was Kendra would need to evade the brunt.

Rathru having seen both the other Jedi fight before and being confident that they would be able to evade successfully (There was not much he could do to block the attacks in any case) made a snap decision to capitalise on the beasts sheer focus and perhaps get Gol and Kendra a shot at finishing the wounded head off once and for all. Activating force speed again Rathru made dashed and proceeded to skid behind the beasts right leg. Drawing his force blade Rathru took aim tensed and then swung the eight foot instrument of war the same way that a baseball player swings his bat to get a homerun. The beasts scales may have been created to resist lightsabers but titanic greatswords imbued with the lightside of the force was another thing entirely. The sheer weight, force and power of the blade smashed through the scales and bit deep into the dragons flesh cutting several tendons and making a mess of the areas muscle structure. Rathru was not going to go unpunished for his good deed however and even as the dragon began to sink to one knee it's damage foot lashed out and struck the Maelibus Jedi throwing him the length of the room to crash against several crates. Even with the dragons tendons cut and his natural armour Rathru knew he was going to be feeling this blow for a while to come. Bones were probably broken but there was no time to think about that right now he needed to focus on getting back up an into the fight.

The strike served its purpose however and the dragon sank to its knees it's wounded head drooping as it struggled to raise itself up.

 

[Lupe]

Jolla sighed as he heard the commotion outside, and had half a mind to go back and help them fight the battle hydra, but no, he knew better. So instead he continued down the warehouse full of old, web ridden boxes, searching for the Alchemist who had brought on so much chaos and pain. The corridors were dark, abandoned, with little lighting whatsoever, though that was quickly resolved due to the armor's integrated MFTAS which allowed him to see in the darkness. Still, even though he would never admit it, Jolla was afraid, fearful that his next step was going to be his last and that he wouldn't be able to complete his duty which, to him, was the most terrifying part. So he stopped for a few second, and pulled out a cigar from one of the suits pockets which he proceeded to light and stick in his mouth, smoking it casually as he started to walk again.

Now more or less calmed, Jolla proceeded through the dark hallways which were relatively peaceful at the moment. Sadly, the peacefulness did not last long when Jolla heard scuffling behind him in which he quickly turned towards the sound, only to find nothing. Again he heard scuffling, this time to where he was previously headed, and again he turned towards the sound, his ER40 risen to his shoulder, only to see nothing again. Now believing his mind to be playing tricks on him, Jolla walked on, trying to forget what he heard. This time though, his pace was quickened, every fiber in his body wanted to escape now, to just leave, but he pressed on through sheer will and determination to get the mission done. Then....he felt it, a sudden pang to his senses causing him to quickly turn around and lift his ER40 in block position, barely catching the blade in the ER's barrel.

The blade came from a hideously disfigured human whose eyes gleamed blood red, and whose lips were stitched shut. For a moment Jolla was terrified, but he soon channeled that energy into something else. He quickly used his legs and thighs to push the monstrosity back while bringing his ER to bear and firing several times, point blank, and killing the beast. Still, he was not done for almost immediately Jolla felt an excruciating pain come from his ankle, he looked to see what had happened and a thorn was sticking straight out of his ankle. The AI then quickly informed the Tethan that the thorn was poisonous but had not penetrated the armor. Luckily it did not take Jolla long to figure out the source before more thorns came flying at him which he barely dodged by rolling to the side into cover, resulting in a few tears in the fabric of his armor.

The thorns kept coming, from Dart Flowers, according to the AI, so Jolla eventually came to the conclusion that he would have to kill the plants. Before he could, however, another one of the monstrosities appeared and slashed at Jolla with a hideous blade. This time Jolla barely escaped by leaning to the side as the blade cracked duracrete. He then struck at the beast with the butt of his rifle which was quickly blocked by the aggressor's blade which was raised with stunning speed. The beast then slammed his fist into Jolla's face, sending the Tethan stumbling into the open where more thorns embedded into his armor, luckily not piercing it. Jolla recuperated quickly however, and grabbed the beast, pulling him out into the open while going into cover. The beast was then pelted with thorns, making it have a seizure and fall dead quickly. Still he had the problem of the dart flowers, and he had to deal with it quickly, then he came up with an idea, he reached into one of his armor's pockets and pulled out a G10 HE grenade. He then proceeded to throw the grenade down the hallway, making it land right in front of the dart flowers before exploding and ripping apart the plants.

Jolla then slowly got out of cover, making sure there were no more hostiles before coming out of cover completely. For once he was glad that he was wearing armor since it was full of thorns that would have pierced through his casual attire. Still he did not have much time to celebrate, he still had a criminal to catch. So he went down the hall, rifle in hand, and came upon a big open room and in the middle was.... the Alchemist.

 

[Tribunal Power]

As one of the massive stingers she had deflected was whipped back around and hurled at the dragon, Kendra knew it wouldn't be happy with her. The huge claws came down on her, and she found a focus in the Force she'd never reached before, a level of unity in the Force never before experienced. As though it were her own body, she heaved a Force repulsion against the ground, blasting her upward. She soared over the first claw, the second coming down over her head; two blades of amber and viridian shout out from her hands, and as she rocketed upward, the monster's claw came down at her.

The scales were lightsaber resistant, true enough, but like phrik and other resistant materials, it was not lightsaber-proof; direct, extreme, or prolonged exposure would compromise the material. And as the momentum of the claw came down on the momentum of the upward-flying blades, something had to give. The more advanced weapon, Shak'tur's lightsaber, came first followed by her own blade, yellow and shimmering. The dark scales could not withstand such a strike from both blades, and the lightsabers melted deep into the beast's wrist; the yellow blade shorted out when it hit bone, the green blade proceeding through past it shorting out a moment later. Kendra continued to soar upward, the dragon letting out a bellowing roar as a its giant claw dangled from its wrist by a thread or sinewy tendon and muscle.

But Kendra could not have foreseen the monster reacting with such immediate aggression; before the dragon's roar even ceased, the unassaulted head snapped forward, a flash of teeth and tongue reaching for Kendra. Stifling a sudden scream, she blasted out with the Force again, an impact slapping the dragon across the face, propelling Kendra in the other direction. Startled, Kendra plummeted and tried to muster the focus and energy to stop her fall.

She impacted hard, but the Force that she was able to muster likely saved her life. Trying to roll as she landed, she crashed to the ground with a yelp and a slap. The crash blasted her lightsabers from her hands, spreading her out from the impact forcing her to tumbling some distance, scraping against the permacrete floor as she skidded to a stop. Leaving a smear of blood behind her, she lifted wearily from the ground; the skidding had torn open the light armor on her right bicep, exposing the flesh beneath, which was torn apart as well the way skin was when dragged across pocked permacrete.

Shoving to her legs, she took in deep breaths through her aching chest and reached out, the brass-finished lightsaber of her former master snapping to her hand. She reached out for the other, lying across the room, and it began to lift away--

--when the dragon's unharmed claw came down atop it, perhaps unintentionally, sending fissures and fractures through the floor. The stomp, Kendra knew, would surely have destroyed her dear lightsaber, and a pang of anguish flicked against her conscious at the loss of the blade she'd had for so long, the blade she'd learned from all three of her masters. But it was only a tool, and there was still a job to be done.

The green beam of light emitted from the hilt of her brass-handled lightsaber as she stood again, ready to continue the fight. She'd seen at least one of the troopers set out in search of the alchemist, and hoped that they would be enough to deal with him if they found him; she and Rathru were ample distraction for the monster, but one wrong move...

She hoped they found the alchemist soon.

 

[Necris]

As the claws came down he jumped lifting himself high he landed on top of a pile of crate and watched as Kendra almost removed one of the beats claws drawing his blades he held the hilts and leapt again igniting them at the last second as he came down both blades striking the wounded wrist in the same place the damage had been done by Kendra and his blades hacked off the limb and he landed before the beast even as it snapped at Kendra he rolled under it's body as a foot tried to stomp down on his and crush him and ran towards its tail blades running along the length of its underside to be more or and annoyance than anything else as he went for the tail.

He blades came down together in a hope of severing the thorny tip his blades biting into the scales melting them but the beast lashed its tail before he could cause any real damage sending m flaying through the air his robes and light armour underneath torn landing hard beside Rathru he coughed his filtration plugs hissing.

"Damn I can't take another hit like that."

Pushing himself to his feet he spotted the two holes caused by Rathru and turned to the warrior.

"Can you distract it? If I can get on it's back I can get my sabres in to those wounds and cause some more damage for you to follow up with that sword of yours."

 

[Nightmare Moon]

Rathru's body ached all over. One thousand needles of pain shot through him as he got up. He had taken a stray blow from a flail wielded by one of the pure clan warrior once - it had felt about the same way. It seemed that Kendra instead of finishing the wounded head had focused on incapacitating an arm. That was fine. The ebb and flow of battle rarely allowed things to go entirely as planned and she had still accomplished a worthy feat with her actions.

Rathru nodded as he heard Gols words.

"I shall strive my hardest to do so"

The dragons still thrashing tail was coming their way. Something needed to be done and fast. As various necessary chemicals flooded into Rathru's brain things suddenly became much clearer and he had a plan of action. Taking off as fast as his aching body would allow he went for one of the boxes containing the noxious and volatile ingredients used in alchemy. Gasping the box in his left hand Rathru heaved with all his might and the case became suddenly airborne hurtling towards the hydra at a great speed. Now was the tricky part. With a small prayer Rathru aimed up Jotun and let his remaining bullets fly out of the barrel towards the case.

What felt like minutes passed and finally to Rathru's great relief the box exploded into a technicolored mess of fire and chemicals knocking the hydra back and blinding the beast with fumes.

Gol's chance had arrived.

 

[Necris]

He used the force all he had in him and rushed towards the hydra leaping he twisted through the air landing as gracefully as a dancer of the things back just above the twin holes Rathru had punched into it, he blades twisted in his hands into reverse grips and were thrust down one into each hole he shifted the power out put in both blades to full power and drove them in further pushing them with the force before leaping off again.

A flailing stump caught him sending him crashing over and behind a stack of crates but the lightsabers were lodged in the wounds and burned away the power cells on the very edge of burning themselves out but they were embedded in the beast like thorns that would cook it from the inside.

Gol lay on his back gasping the filtration plugs implanted in his side were ruined if he didn't get medical aid soon he'd pass out, and eventually he would suffocate, for now though if he could control his breathing he could survive for a while but strenuous activity was out of the question.

Pushing himself to his feet he leant on the crates listening to the creatures agonised roars and the continued fight he drew his father's blaster it was a sleek thing but it was powerful and could punch a hole in most armours with enough force to incapacitate a target. He moved round the crates and levelled is pistol taking aim at the beast.

 

[Tribunal Power]

As the two coordinated and the crate was hurled at the beast, Kendra reached up with the Force to put a barrier behind it. It exploded when the bullet struck it, and the barrier became visible as gas and chemical rain was contained overhead. She pushed the Force closer to the monster's face, sealing the gas into a half-dome over its mouth and nose to choke it further. She worked hard keeping the muzzle of toxicity over its face, and soon all the gas was gone. The beast hacked and choked, and then its fate worsened.

The nimble warrior jabbed the blades into its chest, burning and melting. The dragon's roars were muffled by its choking, and Kendra knew now was the time to deal a devestating blow.

Dissipating the barrier, she retracted her reach in the Force. With the beast distracted, she closed her eyes, falling into meditation. The world around her was painted in the ripples of the Force, and she watched with unseen eyes as the beast flailed and cried. The Force was building inside her, pressure rising like a boiler filled with steam. In a moment, her build was finished, and she opened her eyes, seeing an overlay of the Force atop the way her eyes perceived the world.

Her hands reached. Mighty tendrils of the Force lashed out. The beast's wounded head froze in place, grasped with a power of rivaling strength. It roared, reeled, writhed, but did not break free. It's broken jaw began to shift, twisting in an odd and frightening way.

Kendra, letting out a scream, tore her arm back to her body. The broken jaw, twisting and distorting, snapped free with an awful, sickening rent. Shards of bone and splashes of gore fell to the ground as the jaw broke away from the head. Released, the dragon's ruined head snapped back, blood and saliva flowing as the jaw levitated before it.

Swinging her arm forth, like thrusting with a lightsaber, the sharply-broken jawbone flew into the beast's neck. Razor bone gouged through thick scales and impaled the dragon's throat; Kendra twisted and shoved, the bone cutting deeper and deeper, until finally in a great gory climax, it erupted from the rear if the hydra's neck. At the entrance wound, teeth like swords had cut into the edge of the hole, acting like barbs that made it impossible-- for the dragon and for Kendra-- to remove the jawbone again.

The Force released it, and the jawbone fell lax, one end hangout free and the other run through the throat of the reeling beast. Even the untouched head screamed in terrible agony, the likes if which it had never known before. Spent, Kendra stumbled back, breathing heavily and feeling dizzy. She wouldn't be much more help in this fight, she knew that; she'd done more than she thought she could.

Its breathing was hoarse and ragged now. As one head fell limp, dying, the other let out choked roars and tried to keep fighting. The beast couldn't take much more of this. It had to be feeling the terrible amount of damage it had sustained. Kendra prayed her companions would be able to finish of without her. In the meantime, she would assist in finding the alchemist.

Withdrawing from the fight, she rushed away toward the doorway in the rear of the building where the trooper had gone some time ago.

 

[Lupe]

There stood the alchemist, occupied with trying to control the battle hydra thus distracted from any attack, so Jolla brought up his ER40 and put his finger on the trigger, with full intent of pulling the trigger. It was at that moment did the alchemist turn around, and for a second Jolla hesitated as he took the time to process what he was seeing. All this time, officials were told that the alchemist was a male in his later forties that should be horribly disfigured. Instead the alchemist was an attractive female in her later twenties at most who looked far from what one would expect of a Sith. She spoke "So..... you finally found me......Jolla" her voice was like sweet nectar to the ears, but if one listened intently one could hear the tendrils of manipulation and deceit in her words. For a moment, Jolla was stunned that she knew his name but after looking at her a little more closely, he was even more surprised. He recognized her, she was his informant, an informant he had gotten rather 'comfortable' with and the one who told him about the attack at the race track, even about the very mission he was on right now!

It took him less than a fraction of a second for him to remember her name, if it was even her real name. "Valencia.......it was you the whole time." Jolla said, his cigar in his mouth as he spoke and his rifle aimed at her heart. Valencia smiled, and walked closer to Jolla "I don't expect you to understand, my dear Jolla" she said as she softly touched Jolla's cheek, while his rifle's barrel touched her chest, "I needed a hero to come and save me from the horrid alchemist, and you will be that hero, after I finish with you" and with that she grabbed Jolla's neck with stunning strength, making him drop his rifle and cigar. "Don't resist, dear. It only makes it harder on yourself. Just give in, soon we will be happy" she said, her words trying to crush Jolla's will like a python crushing its prey's spine. Not only were her words sapping Jolla's strength, but so was the Force as it had been manipulated by Valencia to sap Jolla's will.

Slowly he began to lose consciousness and the will to fight, but Jolla still had one more trick up his sleeve. He slowly reached for a holster on his thigh, slowly pulling out a pistol that was snugly placed there, but then she squeezed his neck suddenly, causing him to drop the pistol. "Didn't think that would work did you, Jolla? I expect better from someone so skilled" Valencia said, letting her purple lips creep into a smile as she squeezed the will out of him, but even then Jolla simply smiled "No, I didn't, but I don't want to disappoint so here!" he said as he brought up his other hand that had sneaked its way to another holster on his back that housed his knife. Now using the knife he tried to stab her neck, but she quickly shrugged her shoulder's up, causing the knife to embed in her shoulder, thus letting Jolla go.

She shrieked as blood ran down her shoulder, while Jolla coughed and hacked, crouched down on his knee, his hand on rubbing his neck as he recovered from the choking. "GET HIM MY PETS!!" she shrieked louder, as she retreated backwards and more of the beasts Jolla had encountered earlier appeared. Jolla groaned, and lit a new cigar as he rose from his crouched position. Again he smiled as he pulled out his Lyco pistol and twirled it in his hand "Okay ladies, which one of you comes first" he taunted as he puffed out smoke from his cigar. Immediately two, of what the AI now identified as, harrower assassins attacked Jolla, leaping into the air and bringing their blades to bear, but their valiant assault was stopped easily with two blaster bolts from Jolla's pistol that hit each of their foreheads.

Still there were a lot more of them and Jolla wouldn't be able to handle them all, luckily he heard footsteps coming from the hallway behind him. When he glanced behind him, he saw Kendra, the red-haired woman he had healed at the race track, and smiled. "Glad you could join the party, I hope you're still good with you blade" he said, his thick tethan accent being an indicator as to who he is. Meanwhile he kept firing his blaster pistol onto the assassins while making his way towards the alchemist before she escaped.

 

[Tribunal Power]

The destroyed plants and lifeless body in the hall set Kendra on edge. She held the hilt of her lightsaber tightly, the dark corridor decidedly less frightening when looking through the Force. But ahead, she felt something... Something wrong, an unnatural fog in her mind clouding what it might be. The Force 'cloak' was enough, though-- it had to be the alchemist.

Moving more quickly, she heard two shots. Realizing one of the troopers must still be alive, she rushed ahead, keeping her senses sharply around her. The hall opened to a room where, just ahead of her, she saw a trooper facing off with a handful of blade-wielding humanoid creature that felt as unnatural as everything else she'd seen today. The man called out to her, and she recognized him-- the fellow from the track, the one she called a medic. She didn't know he was an Alliance trooper...

Worn as she was, she rushed into action. As one of the assassins fell from a blaster bolt, Kendra rushed past the body and passed another, who dared a slash at her; she brought her viridian blade up, flashing the metal blade in two, before coming down to separate the individual into two vertical halves. As she began to move toward another, she spotted the woman with the bleeding arm, who had clearly spotted her as well. Her ravishingly attractive looks didn't fool the Jedi-- she was definitely the alchemist, Kendra could feel it.

Her emerald blade turned toward the woman. Although the Jedi Sentinel didn't speak, it was understood-- and would be for the Sith as well, no doubt-- that this was her final opportunity to surrender.

 

[Nightmare Moon]

Rathru listened as the Hydra choked on the poisonous fumes and something in the Maelibus snapped. Gol and Kendra had hurt the beast badly and now it was on it's last legs. Rathru was at heart a predator - though a noble one and one that channelled his base desires into pursuit's that would save lives rather than destroy them. But now the hunt was on and his prey had displayed weakness. It did not matter how much damage had been done to him the dragon was on the ropes and that was a bad thing to display to any apex foe.

Bringing his blade to his teeth Rathru bit down hard and took off at top speed. With a leap he sailed through the air and latched his claws into the cracks between the spawns scales. Climbing higher and higher he went evading the Hydras flailing hand by a hairs breath. Finally Rathru made his way to the top of the torso where the connection between heads was located. One foot up. A force enhanced leap. And then the full force of Rathru's telekinetic powers upon the blade so that it hacked dragging right through the Hydra's centre cleaving it open like a gutted boar.

The tide of blood was immense and the stench even worse . The creatures innards washed along with the corspes of several soldiers out coating Rathru and most probably Gol too in red.

Thanks to everyone's combined efforts the beast was done for and Gol could finally retrieve his lightsabers.

The Alchemist would not be having a very pleasant time. Due to her connection with the beast she would experience some of it's pain and anguish.

Not a good thing to happen in the middle of a fight.

 

[Necris]

His robes a usual brown were crimson with gore some of it his own but most of it that of the Hydra he stepped out from his cover and strode over to the corpse, walking was hard for him his side was more damaged than he thought, he stood over his lightsabers and waved his hand drawing one of the blades out, his own fashioned blade came first he caught it in his hand and yelped at the heat of it the weapon was seconds from burning itself out and exploding he extinguished the blade and drew the other from the corpse this one his masters was still cool to the touch but the blade flickered angrily and he extinguished that two hanging the pair on his hip he looked to Rathru and lifted his blaster.

"Time for the Sith."

 

[Lupe]

Jolla smirked as the last assassin fell to his pistol, falling to the ground with smoke rising from a hole in its forehead. The Tethan was then going to deliver a swift, but deadly shot to the alchemist's heart. He quickly stopped when he saw Kendra, however, he did not know how she would react to Jolla killing a woman in cold blood, and he would rather not make enemies of a Jedi. So instead he came up with an alternative plan and used a console to active the blast doors, blocking the only entrances into the room and providing a few minutes of privacy for the trio for at least a few minutes. Meanwhile Valencia, with her dark blue eyes, stared at Kendra while blood ran down her arm and shoulder. The alchemist then quickly ripped out the knife embedded in her shoulder and attempted to throw it at the Jedi, but that was quickly stopped by a now unoccupied Jolla, who had brought his pistol to bear and fired the knife out the air. As well as shooting the alchemist's fingers off, causing her to cry out in pain and anguish.

The alchemist fell to her knees, holding what was left of her hand, bloody and all, with her other hand, tears rolling down her cheeks. Jolla then walked casually towards the pair, before turning to Kendra, despite still being attentive of Valencia's movements. "Well, Kendra, I am going to be honest. If you hadn't been here I would have killed her, but since you are here, I won't. Now, I am going to give you the choice before the rest of the Jedi and troopers get here" he said as he smoked, pausing to smoke his cigar for a second "You can either kill her for the crimes she's committed, or you can take her in and hope the jury gives her a proper sentence. Because if she doesn't or if she escapes, she will be back and she will harm more people, killing hundreds of innocents once more." he paused once more, looking at Valencia who was now crouched in pain and fear, still holding her blown off hand, not believing that she had lost most of her fingers as tears rolled down her face, smearing her make up. Jolla grunted as he continued speaking "Remember we are alone, if you chose to kill her I will do the deed. All you have to do is give the command" and with that he raised his pistol to Valencia's head, but keeping the weapon an arms length away from her and putting his weight on the leg that was the farthest away from her, just as he had been trained to. Valencia might have spoken up if she hadn't had her blown off, causing her to be reduced to whimpers. Instead all she did was mumble to herself as he eyes searched for her fingers, hoping that maybe she could repair the damage done to her. Meanwhile, Jolla simply waited for Kendra's command, aiming his pistol at Valencia's skull, he was hoping Kendra would think outside the normal Jedi mindset, and that she'd do what was best in the long run, instead of what seemed right at this moment.

 

[Cpt.ittens]

Conner dropped down into the warehouse from a large duct that he had been moving through and snapped his rifle back and forth across the hall but saw nothing. Straining his ears all he could hear was the dripping of water as it rolled off of his armor. Slowly moving forward while scanning the hallway for any sign of movement he thought of his mission. All he knew about his employer was that he was a Hutt who had told him to eliminate a person known as the alchemist, and for a very handsome reward upon completion. As he approached the corner of the hallway he heard two shots from a blaster and increased his pace, if his experience told him anything it said follow the gunshots. As he rounded the corner he caught sight of a room with three individuals in it just as thick blast doors closed in front of him. He looked around Quickly for a way to either circumvent these doors or at least demolish them.

 

[Tribunal Power]

The dagger shot toward Kendra, who could tell by the movement of the woman's hand and arm that she was attacking. A stronger Kendra might have snatched it from the air and sent it hurling back with the Force, but she had just fought a long and hard battle and her Force ability was drained and weak, and so she would have to instead rely on her training.

Sweeping to the side, she removed herself from the dagger's path, but it never came close. A shot rang out as the trooper blasted it from the air, and another that removed the majority of the alchemist's hand, and Kendra chose not to continue with her counter assault.

Approaching the woman, the Jedi listened to her ally's words. Odd talk from an Alliance trooper. Her green blade pulsed and shimmered as she closed the distance between herself and the alchemist.

Kendra had killed before. She'd even killed Sith before. Every life she took was for the greater good, yes, but also in preservation of her own survival. And as the alchemist sat their sobbing on her knees clutching her stubby hand, Kendra recognized that she was no real threat-- at least, not now. If she so much as breathed wrong and Kendra felt like she was making a move, then the woman would be diced to bits.

But Kendra was no fool; ending the woman's life would give absolute certainty that her powers would never hurt anyone else again. Taking her into custody was less certain and more trying. But she was a Jedi Knight, she chose to live in the light and fight the dark. No matter how badly she wanted to kill the alchemist, she had a duty to do.

Emotion, yet peace.

"She'll be taken into custody," she said begrudgingly. Moving around behind the woman, her lightsaber blade still poised and ready to touch through the alchemist if necessary, she said clearly so that the woman could hear, "Though if she so much as breaths in a way that I think is dangerous, she'll be missing worse than a few fingers. Your restraints, please?" Knowing most GA troopers carried restraints such as zipties or cuffs of some sort in POI missions like these, she held out her free hand, waiting for him to hand them over.

 

[Necris]

"I think Kendra went this way, if she exerted herself as much as I think she could with some help."

Still wearing the gore soaked robes the sicky sweet smell of blood clunge to him as he headed up into the narrow corridor where the bodies of the assassins lay, he slowed his pace gripping the blaster tighter as he edged into the corridor and stopped a figure in armour was crouched by a blast door, the armour was off for the GA soldiers outside and so he levelled the pistol and braced himself.

"I have a pistol aimed at your head stand up and turn round slowly, keep the hands where I can see them."

His voice had an unusual rattle to it thanks to the damage to his cybernetics and he thought he sounded like a droid.

 

[Cpt.ittens]

Conner stiffened at the mans voice quickly weighing his options, his shield might be able to take a few hits but by the time he turned and aimed he knew that the hope was slim. Slowly he stood up with his rifle above his head and turned. He stared at the man holding him at gunpoint and took a breath.

"Im not your enemy so why dont you think about what you are doing."