The battle of Tanaab

[Matt]

''Oh for gods sake, please sir I wee bit more warning next time you go galavanting off...Why....Oh sod it''

Christian concentrated the force in himself and was off behind Predor with as much speed as his long legs would allow him but he took a wrong turn, cursing himself along with his terrible sense of direction as he tried to figure out where the bloody gardens were.....Left! He went straight ahead when he should of turned left so he did a quick backwards step before darting off towards the gardens.

He came out at a rather fortuitous moment seeing Predor under attack from a rather angry looking sith, well most sith did look angry but this one looked particularly angry like his bed hadn't been turned properly or maybe his tea had scolded his hand...Something rather ghastly that was sure to annoy a gentlemen to his wits end.

Christian probably thought it best if this sith didn't get to much of an advantage, he couldn't use the force against the fellow as he was far to close to Predor but then he was useless with the force anyway, he activated his saber and charged forward using the force to propel his body forward quicker then any normal being, his blue blade shone brightly through the air as he swung his blade overhead hoping to deftly cut the fellow's arm off.

No point in killing the poor fellow.

 

[Mars]

One thing was for certain, Nikola was doing it wrong.

He wasn't crying, he wasn't emo enough, there was no lava and to top it all off Varek wasn't his Master at any point in time. If he wanted to be just like the little Skywalker baby, he'd need to step his game up big time. Anyway, that was no concern to Varek, who had much bigger things to deal with.

This one was dead by his hand for sure and now it was time to assist his sister, whom the rest of the Jedi had flocked towards, and add to his kill count for the day. He nodded to Kronos towards their brethren's dark side presence and sprinted off bound for the gardens, but not before snatching Nikola's lightsaber off the floor and clipping it to his waist.

Varek made it to the gardens just as a human Jedi began to spring out towards Iniquitous. Tapping the force energy he'd already had built up, Varek wrapped it around Christian's right leg and yanked back hard, more than enough force to at least cause him to fall on his face considering he was already heading forward and focused on the other Sith. From there the skilled Zabrak would toss the poor human into a nearby wall using his control over his limb as he let Nikola's lightsaber fly, utilizing the power known as Saber Throw to do the obvious and throw the bright white lightsaber at his new target.

Once again, provided Kronos capitalized on Varek's moves and his opponents vulnerability, another Jedi would fall.

 

[Wit]

Kronos loosened his hold on the Force as he felt the life drain out of the Jedi. One down, and the day was still young. He felt Varek's Force gesture towards another location where more members of their strike team were engaging the Jedi. As they began sprinting off he saw Varek pick up the fallen Jedi's lightsaber and a slight smile emerged on his face. The Maruder could have his momentos, what Kronos was more interested in was getting a look at what was stored within those holocrons and for that they needed to finish off the remaining Jedi.

Kronos could feel the growing presences in the Force as they approached the gardens and began gathering dark side energy in right hand, sensing Varek gathering the Force as well. As they burst into the garden, Kronos and his partner simultaneously launched their attacks at the Jedi about to attack Iniquitous and as Varek initiated his own attack Kronos molded the dark side energy into a spear, using a technique known as the Spear of midnight black and hurled the invisible spear at the Jedi's torso. At the same time he reached out with his left hand and caught the Jedi's neck in a powerful Force Choke. With their attacks once more falling in together, Kronos knew that the chances were high that they might just have finished off another Jedi.

 

[Phil]

The feeling of one of their own perishing outside the temple was felt by Predor, but he knew his fate was sealed already. Nothing he could have done would have saved Nikola, if he attempted to do so then Aÿisha may have suffered. Casting aside any feelings that may get in the way, he sent one final message to the dying Nikola.

"I am sorry."

He immediately turned his attention back towards the Sith who were taunting Predor and Aÿisha. He saw what they were wanting from his fellow Jedi, even if he could not hear the words. Any calmness Predor once had were cast aside as he yelled out towards Aÿisha.

"Don't listen to their words, Aÿisha! Nothing they say can ever lead to the greater good!"

He would have spoken more, or interfered with the Sith's poison if it was not for the entrance of the other Sith. It was a tall bald one, about as big as Predor if not slightly more, and the darkness was teeming from his very existence. He only had enough time to throw up a barrier over him to avoid being swept back by the mass shock wave he sent out. That was when he felt it all.

The plants around him shattered, bent back by the blast, and ultimately killed as leaves and pollen filled the air. Predor's cape kicked back by the blast as well as he slowly lowered his arms, a cold look on his face as if a parent was looking at their child's killer. The Sith had the nerve not just to invade this sacred place, poison other Jedi and fight them, but also to murder his plants he had taken care of for months, if not years. This could not be unpunished, and when Predor spoke next, a venom was dripping from his words.

"You will regret every action you have caused, every step you took, every breath you had here. All of you."

He released a burst of energy as he appeared towards the large Sith as he went to Predor, both warrior's blades meeting each other as they clashed. Predor threw his strength into the block as he pushed forward, sliding his blade out and launched vertical strike towards the Large Sith's torso. There was no peaceful resolve around this, these Sith have desecrated this temple and would do so even more, they had to be punished. The blinding rage had nearly engulfed Predor as he snapped out of it, seeing his attack towards the Large Sith go as he felt Christian behind him. It was only them and Aÿisha left here, and if she fell to the Sith, Predor and Christian would have little choice in this fight.

"Fight their words, Aÿisha! You are ten times the person any of them are!"

He yelled, knowing he had to act fast in this dangerous situation. It was a three on four fight, not good odds at all. He had to draw the attention of the other Sith who sought to kill Christian, even if it meant Predor had to deal with two at once. He had one other lightsaber on him, if only he could get a free few seconds and an open shot...

 

[Rev]

Her chop had surprisingly been snatched out of the air as quickly as it had sprung outward. As her body twisted, then contorted around she felt a surge of pain enter her shoulder joint, the Sith holding her in place. The soft whispers that followed were unpure at the very least. Each syllable spitting out a further decree of darkness unlike anything the Knight had ever felt. Her own emotions swirled within the pit of her stomach, emotions that had always been there, emotions that had long been churning at the loss of her own Jedi Master. Gritting her teeth some as the woman continued to spit her lies she couldn't help but force her eyes to close, pain somehow filling her face as it flushed with redness.

"I-.."

She tried to speak, but as this attempt happened her body was hit with a wave unlike anything she had felt. It was an outcry of enormous pain, as if the thoughts of treachery had overpowered any of trust. It was at that instant she felt the death of Nikola. Swallowing down the dryness that had formed in her mouth and throat she again tried to speak, only for it to be shut out by the woman's own tainted words.

"...It's control.. so much control.."

Those 5 words continuously burned within the Jedi's mind. Her thoughts darkening at the idea of power, more control, and its soft melodious pull. The Knight's eyes remained shut, tears pooling at the corners nearest her nose. The small droplets riding their course down her cheeks before dropping harmlessly to the atrium floor below.

"Co-control?"

The Knight turned her head some as if to peek in Andraste's direction, trying to look into her eyes despite her own being closed. It was then her own eyes slowly began to peek open, the tears that had held causing her dark green eyes to glisten with life.

"Control."

The word pushed itself into her mind as Predor's words cried out to her. The question she reached out to the Sith for defining itself within her mind. The tight grip that held her wrist in place nearly numbing her hand as she longed for freedom.

"H-how m-much... con-trol..?"

The tears in the Knights eyes still flowed as they had seconds before. An occasional drip of the wet tears would nearly form a puddle at the two's feet. It had been only moments, but felt like a millennium. It was that outcry of Predor that snapped her back to reality, her mind instinctively retaliating against the Sith.

Aÿisha at that instant bent forward and turned, forcing her body through the pain it was about to feel. She would use that anger the Sith spoke of, use the outcry of the dead Nikola, and feed off the rage that polluted the atrium to force her arm past the Sith's strong lock. Screaming out in pain as her right arm dislocated from it's socket, her body turned to face the Sith her own lightsaber coming to her palm and activating. The direction of her blade would put it at Andraste's stomach, her hopes of impaling the woman at the loss of her right arms normal function being the end result. With any luck she'd of evened up the odds..

 

[Sreeya]

Andraste watched the tears fall, the emotions reverberating within Ayisha's mind. She could feel it, and it began to seep out into her aura. Andraste knew her words were having the poisoned effects she intended. The Sith glanced out at the Jedi and Sith fighting outside of the Atrium. Within seconds, the spell was broken as Ayisha whipped around, dislocating her own arm to yank herself out of the grip. Andraste's moment of distraction cost her and she jumped back, the saber tip poking into her side causing a jolt of pain to course through her. There was a definite wound and the flesh smoked where the lightsaber had plunged in. It was not enough to incapacitate her, but it was definitely painful.

There was distance between them, as Andraste stood a few feet back. She did not look down at her wound. She also made no motion for her saber. She smiled at Ayisha, remembering the thoughts that had warped her mind earlier.

"Did that feel good? Attacking me when it was unprovoked?"

Andraste sent the next words through a telepathic message.

"..Attacking me like you did Zal Driito?"

She stepped back, moving further into the Atrium, though not breaking eye contact. Ayisha's mind would be turmoil. Andraste ensured that she saw visions of her former master, the pain from her past and how she could have prevented everything. Andraste's voice flowed in along with the visions.

"You have a choice if you embrace the dark side of the Force. The true side of the Force. Your actions are your own. You can let your emotions guide you, you can lead yourself, you can embrace your individuality. You sacrifice yourself for no one. You can choose. Do you not see how hypocritical these Jedi are? Did you not feel the anger emanating from him as he prized the life of plants over that of a fallen Jedi? Don't you see how much of a lie this is? We may be the dark side of the Force, but we do not hide behind masks of false righteousness. We are who we are and we stand by it. You can rise above and embrace your identity. You can be powerful in the ways only a Sith can teach you."

 

[Brand]

Iniquitous opened his mouth and cackled maniacally, his hugely deep voice booming and echoing throughout the atrium's stone walls. One of the two Jedi that had just arrived leaped forward at him to attack, but Iniquitous extended his right hand out palm forward and unleashed a wave of the dark side to just barely cut the man off short and direct him into his fellow Sith's past. They had already launched swift countermeasures and Iniquitous was confident he would be safe to handle his other opponent.

"You deluded Jedi stoop to insults to save your friend, but she is lost! I will not prance about as a fool and act to save the hero, when you know you too have already forfeited your pitiful existence."

The quick burst of energy from the other Jedi surprised him and sent him reeling backwards, but the Crusader could sense the hate welling up inside the Jedi's heart and loosed even more wild energy into his veins. "Use your hate, green-skin! Harness that maelstrom that rages within you and channel it against me!"

The man made his mistake when he turned to Andraste and her foe and called out. Iniquitous reached behind him and grasped one of the heavy clay pots that remained intact on the floor. Grasping it by the long tendrils of green that sprouted from the top, he lifted it high above his head, spinning it into a blur while the Jedi voiced his desperate last attempt at saving his friend and brought it down to crash directly on the Knight's head. To dodge the blow he would have to spin away incredibly fast, and Iniquitous kept his blade at the ready for any countermeasures to be sprung.

Iniquitous' soul hungered for blood, not to be satiated by any other fulfillments. A red haze clouded the corners of his vision while he still percieved all things that went on in the field of this battle; his vision, his mental sight, was clear as glass. This was the glorious nature of the dark side; the light would wither, flicker in the night, but Iniquitous was there to extinguish the tinge.

 

[Matt]

Christian had far to many force attacks coming at him at once to block them all but he managed to throw off the force choke with a quick application of force deflection but he still had lots of force power coming straight at him.

So he merely let the force envelop his body and allow the attacks to hit his body, one attack took his feet away from him whilst another sent him sprawling backwards, this had the desired effect of letting the dark side spear go flying past his head rather then impaling him rather nastily but the lightsaber throw came straight at Christian as he sprawled on the ground, he got his blade up quickly holding it strongly with both hands, as the blade hit his blade the sparks flew through the air with one lodging in Christian's eye blinding him in his left eye.

Despite using the force to block the attacks his body took a rather nasty pounding from the attacks, his nose was broken with blood streaming across his face which he wiped away quickly to stop it obstructing his view but he could feel his shoulder as red hot knives went up his nerves as his moved his shoulder but he delved into the force and put the pain away...It would work for now....But not for long.... especially when he was blinded in one eye.

He got back to his feet as quickly as he could with his blade still gripped in his hand, bloody force witches and wizards throwing him all over the place, he would have to close the distance and let his lightsaber attacks make mincemeat of them....Hopefully.

Christian used the force to charge his body as he leaped forward spinning in the air as the force charged his body, he would deflect the force blows coming towards him...Hopefully and as he came out the other side of the elegant flip in mid air, his blade was ready with a downwards slash against Varek his blade shimmering in the air.

The one eyed Jedi with the broken shoulder and blood coming from his face was still charging into battle....The fool.

 

[Mars]

Varek grinned in amusement at the brutal efficiency with which he and Kronos devastated another Jedi. The pain radiating, if only briefly, from Christian only fed the dark side into Varek and he further gave into the whim of his inner darkness.

As Christian approached Varek, everything seemed to slow to a crawl around him as the Force inundated his veins. The same bright flash that blinded the Kraken shot forth from Varek's left hand as Christian approached. The Force greatly sped up the young Zabrak's movements, sidestepping towards Christian's blind side and away from the downward slash, letting the fool's blade miss completely as he pivoted and brought his blade down incredibly quickly, seeking to decapitate the now vulnerable Jedi. If the strike landed, it would cut clean through the back of Christian's neck and exit two or three inches above his collarbones on his front side.

Although probably not needed, any aid from Kronos would seal the the Jedi's fate.

 

[Wit]

Kronos watched as his first attack was deflected and his spear missed as the Jedi fell. As Christian launched himself into the air Kronos pulled out his own lightsaber and as the crimson blade sprang to life he gathered Force energy in his left hand. As the Jedi landed Kronos saw Varek avoid the atack and as he lauched his own strike Kronos sent his laightsaber flying, guiding it so that it curved around and came in towards the Jedi's back. With the blade flying in towards the Jedi's back he let loose with a burst of Force lightning aimed at Christian's back from the side opposite to Varek.

 

[Phil]

As Predor had finished saying his words, he sensed something behind him and had just enough time to see one of the large pots flying towards him. He barely had the moment to bring his saber up towards him, using the Force to shield him some as he cut the large pot in half. It split apart, some cutting along side Predor as violet blood came from the cuts on his exposed arms and the side of his face. Turning towards the large bald Sith, his cold look never changing when the Sith demanded him to use his hate. Predor reached into his pouch with one hand quickly, and hoped that what he did would catch the Sith off guard.

"You win, Catch."

He tossed what appeared to be a card of sort to to the Large Sith, it was what he would need to gain access to the Holocrons without security setting off. If they wanted the holocrons so bad, they could have them. It was useless to defend them now. But now, it was either they tried to defend them in a suicide attack or flee. Regardless of rather the Large Sith caught the chip or not, when it was within his range Predor yelled as he waved his hand upwards with the Force swirling around the ground. All the dirt, sand, pollen and other stuff that the Plants were planted in that were spilled about were thrown upwards into a massive gust towards the Sith and those around him. Predor had by now sprinted away towards Christian, reaching for his other lightsaber as he saw the Sith who was going for his blind side. With his spare saber, Predor hurled it towards his back in hopes that it would either hit him or distract him long enough to help Christian. As the Saber escaped his grasp, he sent a final message to Aÿisha through the Force.

"Aÿisha, it's over. We must flee!"

 

[Rev]

The aching in her arm had only intensified in the few seconds that had passed. The adrenaline she had anticipated to take over her thoughts of pain was still in waiting and everything seemed to be happening quicker than she could take them in. Her left hand compensated for this pain by clenching the metallic of her hilt tighter with each passing second. Indentations would form within her palm of the handles grip dug into her flesh.

"I act in defense.."

She spat out the words as quickly as the Sith had attempted to project a false thought. It was her next comment that caught the Jedi Knight off guard. Her eyes widened at the mentioning of her former Master. Instinctively she did her best at blocking out the thoughts she had no idea that were being projected.

"..y-you know nothing of Zal!"

Aÿisha's eyes followed Andraste's own, her figure slowly pulling away from her, the shadow creeping away. As the Sith did this, the Jedi reacted by taking long strides forward, stalking her prey.

"Aÿisha, it's over. We must flee!"

Predor'sprojected thought found its way to the young woman's mind. It for a moment sent her back to reality, her feet slowly coming to a halt in their tracks as she stared blankly ahead at the Marauder. As she found herself taking a step backward for the first time more thoughts found their way into her mind, even as she tried blocking them out.

"You have a choice if you embrace the dark side of the Force..."

The words that filled her mind were tantalizing, almost sweet. Each word filling her mind with a coolness unlike any she had felt before. Yet, after the effect it burned with lingering depth.

"...The true side of the Force."

The allure was there, bitter, but more accepting than the firm guidance she had followed for so long. The dark thoughts further clouding her mind, further clouding her judgement, pulling her far from the reality she found herself locked in. Pain surged up her arm, coursing throughout her shoulder and torso. it was enough to put most in shock, but for Aÿisha it merely gave Andraste her full attention.

"...You can rise above and embrace your identity."

It was these words that got the Knight to truly think of everything that the Marauder was speaking. She spat out lies in the eyes of the Jedi, yet something called to her, something made more sense when this Sith spoke. Gritting her teeth as the woman's final thoughts were pushed into her mind she let them settle for only a moment.

"You can be powerful in the ways only a Sith can teach you."

The words sank in, lingering and developing within Remy's mind. Closing her eyes she went over the last six words she heard; repeating them within her mind. That moment rage overcame her, rage at the false teachings that had been lied to her since almost the beginning. Anger was there at the Sith before her, the one she felt wasn't speaking with absolute truth. Opening her mind to the idea of the darkside for the first time she took a deep inward breath, then her eyes shot open only to take in Andraste. Using that rage, that anger, that hate she roared out with a mixture of pain and confusion; her body leaping forward.

The violet blade would rise high from the right and cut down with a want that didn't follow a Jedi. Blood. The attack was slow, but came with tremendous power. The raw emotion emanating from the Knight would be more than apparent in the Force. Her body was nearly a beacon of dark energy just urging to be let loose.

 

[Sreeya]

Andraste watched Ayisha, watched every move, listened to every subtle breath, and watched the effects of her words. Her words flowed into her mind, and the darkness began to course through Ayisha. It was in her heart, pumped throughout the rest of her body. It filled her with emotions, and Ayisha was falling into it, submerging herself into a pool of the dark side of the Force. Andraste continued stepping back, a smile on her face. She allowed this moment to pick up on her surroundings.

From what she could feel, the Jedi were severely weakened. There was one that was badly injured facing Kronos and Varek, and Iniquitous was left facing yet another Jedi who still had his full strength. Andraste scowled at the realization, sending a quick message to both Kronos and Varek.

"Incapacitate your Jedi and go after the other one. This is almost over."

She turned her attention back to Ayisha. The woman was dangerous now, lost to her emotions. As someone that had just fallen to darkness, she was an untamed beast. She had no control of her emotions and Andraste saw it. She reached for her saber. A grin began to spread across her face. She saw the attack coming. Ayisha attacked with power and force behind it, but her hatred was not channeled at Andraste.

As the attack came, Andraste moved swiftly, raising her saber to meet Ayisha's. Using the connection, Andraste pivoted around Ayisha, turning to face her once again.

"You are free, Ayisha. Free at last... I am not your enemy."

Andraste smiled, keeping their sabers connected.

"Harness that anger. Embrace the chaos. Find clarity within it. Channel it to those that have conditioned you with false beliefs for so long. Target it to the cowards that demanded that you flee. The Jedi are your enemy, Ayisha!"

 

[Brand]

Iniquitous' grin broadened. The Jedi was quick, Iniquitous would give him that, shattering the pot. The fragments sprinkled to the ground, accompanied by the violet flecks of gore that jumped from Predor's cut flesh. It splattered on his tanned skin, his leathered skin rippling as his muscles flexed and sprang into action after the Jedi.

He would be cut short, though. The green-skin gave him a cold look, staring icy daggers at him through those alien eyes, but his hand plunged into his pocket and took out a keycard. Tossing the card at him, Iniquitous was immediately aware of the implications of the access pass.

The card spun end over end towards him, and Iniquitous' eyes followed it as it tumbled through the air before bisecting it cleanly in mid air. The pathetic being's feeble attempt to appease Iniquitous caused him sincere merriment; this Jedi was not only a mentally challenged combatant, he was also retarded in the mind.

"Yes, you're right, Jedi; I have won!"

Predor tossed a wave of dirt and pottery soaring towards him, but as all duelists possessed he increased the strength of the basic shield of the Force around him. Throwing up this barrier cost him a few precious seconds though, and as the dust settled around the warrior Logath's blade spun into existence in front of his eyes. Iniquitous brought his saber to bear and deflected it slightly, but perhaps a moment too late as it grazed his arm, biting into the hardened flesh of his bicep.

The huge mass of a man clenched his teeth in momentary pain, but the surge of the dark side swept him back to the intense present and washed the pain away. Predor had leapt forward in another misguided attempt to save his friend. Iniquitous flew over the ground, his low jump propelling him clearly over the stone floor and carrying him to behind Predor.

Iniquitous drew back his saber, his eyes locked on the small of his back, and thrust the blade sharply forward.

 

[Matt]

Christian marveled at his own instincts, he still had the piece of mind and the will to move his blade using the force rather then his mind, his blade was placed against his back from his hands downwards with amazing speed.

But the sad part was Christian was being out thought rather then outfought. The sith were fighting as a well oiled machine whereas Christian was charging into battle without a great amount of thought.

Christian turned around quickly as the force called to him, with a wild slash from his blade e managed to divert the blade away from his body but the energy from the sith's fingertips went straight at him.

It picked Christian up burning his skin and making him scream with pain before dumping him unceremoniously on the floor....Completely and utterly knocked out.

The horrible blighters had put Christian down for a rather long time.

 

[Mars]

Two down, one turned, one about to die. This was going well.

Varek pivoted away from Christian after his strike was deflected in time to block the thrown saber and batter it away from him. The human Jedi fell to the floor after Kronos lit him up like a Christmas tree just as Varek turned towards the greenskin to seal his fate. Using energy that'd be gathered up into his hand for some time, he released it in spectacular fashion, using it to pin his legs in place and greatly slow the man so that Inquitorious might land the killing blow more quickly.

Nearly done. The Sith war machine was unstoppable.

 

[Wit]

As Christian fell to the floor, Kronos smiled and stopped the barrage of lightning that had been flying out of his hands. He then turned his attention to the other combatants and his eyes were immediately drawn to the green Jedi attempting to flee the chamber. His smile widened as he he gathered up the Force one more time, he was starting to tire but he still had enough to at the very least help finish off this Jedi. Summoning his lightsaber back into his arm, he gathered the Force around his feet and putting on a burst of speed rushed past Varek on an intercept path with the green-skinned Jedi.

Once past Varek he pulled out a blaster cartridge from his utility belt and skidding to a stop a few feet from the Jedi, threw it towards him. He guided the cartridge with the Force and brought it immediately in front of him. Without letting go of his telekinetic hold on the cartridge, he reached out to it through the Force and sent a sudden burst of energy into it, overheating the explosive gas stored within and setting off a small explosion that would assault Predor.

 

[Phil]

As Predor had witnessed in horror what happened to Christian, he knew it was now now or never. He would probably die, but not before making one final attempt. The door to where he and Christian came through was to his right, and through it was the rest of the temple. When the other Sith turned their attention towards Predor, he sprang into action, but at a cost.

"Father, it looks like I'll be seeing you real shortly."

Predor spoke to himself, and in his final moments, reached out far beyond the temple, back to one he knew. They must know what happened here. He yanked through the Force so he gripped his other lightsaber that had fallen. Wielding both in each hand, he looked as he was surrounded. Not knowing what sort of state Aÿisha was in, he sent a final message to her through the force, hoping that it would be heard through the darkness.

"Do what you think is right, My Friend. I'll see you later."

He spoke, and released a loud yell as he spinned around to face the large Sith he was fighting before, aware of the other two behind him as he felt his legs lock up. His two sabers clashed with the Large Sith's saber, both swordsmen staring at eachother.

"You have, but My death will bring you nothing. Nothing!"

He said. At that moment he felt the pain erupt in his back as an explosion came there, shredding his cape and most of his backside some as the clothing was tarnished, his back burnt. He kept a firm grip on his lightsabers, but could not stand any longer as he fell to his knees. He stared on ahead, not releasing the sabers as if he could still fight, but it was only nerves as he could not even lift to swat a fly away. He fell down to his side, completely at the mercy of the Sith.

 

[Rev]

Andraste pivoted and Aÿisha stumbled. As their blades met the powerful swing was met with grace, grace that caused her to tumble forwards instead of locking in place as the Sith had predicted. The Knight's knees tore against the gravel stepping stones at their feet with little grace. She took the moment to allow herself to "sit," the sensation of one of her fellow Jedi in pain slapping her in the face far worse than anything a lightsaber could do. This was the feeling of Christian going into his unconscious state, the agony he let out filling the area with yet another dark taint for the falling Jedi to feel.

She would rise, blood staining through her torn robes defiling them in dark crimson. Her back to Andraste, her eye staring at the atrium glass in front of her. What she saw was a reflection, one of someone dark, clouded, and unsure. She was breaking her face still holding its gentle poise and sharp look. But beneath that dwelled a darkness, a constant threat at curiosity; memories of a fallen Jedi Master.

Altering that reflection was shadows, shadows altered by hues of light. The gentle hums of two sabers filling the room as her own purple blade cast half her reflection in the eerie glow. The other half was put into darkness, altered by Andraste's red blade, giving herself an almost evil look. She huffed in air as the Sith spoke, her words forming thoughts deep within her mind.

"You are free, Ayisha. Free at last... I am not your enemy."

The Jedi Knight still stared at that reflection that had formed in the atrium glass, her eyes following the Sith creeping up behind her. The words burned yet within her brain, her thoughts still grasping at everything that was occurring, everything she felt. Holding in a breath she gritted her teeth, her mind fighting the idea of falling to the darkside; the tattoos laid on her body a reminder of what it could do, what it could cause. The bonds it would surely break. Then her mind was hit with something all to foreign, a final whisper..

"Do what you think is right, My Friend. I'll see you later."

Her eyes shut and she would turn to face the Sith in front of her, the intruder to one of the Jedi's holiest of places. That anger she felt still swelled within her stomach as she balled her hands into fists, reaching out to sense all the Sith in the area. She felt the final cry of Predor and the pain that followed, his emotions, his last breath hitting her like a tidal wave. Letting out the breath she held for so long her eyes would open to a new hue themself. Jade green had darkened to an almost brown, tinged with a bloodshot redness that finally closed with a rich gold. Pressing the deactivator on her blade she stared across at Andraste.

"The Jedi have lost..."

Her face remained expressionless as she still looked on at the woman. The corners of her own lips turning into a soft, almost familiar smile. Her body had descended to a dark place, unlike any she had ever felt.

"..I haven't felt this in... since.."

 

[Sreeya]

Andraste focused only on the woman before her, noting the slow upward turn of the corner of her lips. It was a haunting smile, chilling to the bones. It was the smile of someone that had fallen far from grace. She returned the smile, looking past Ayisha for a moment as she realized that the last Jedi was down to their mercy. She looked back at Ayisha.

"Come with me."

With that, she walked past the woman. Andraste walked out of the building, stepping back out into the garden. The wound on her waist hurt, but she ignored it for now. Andraste walked out to stand beside Iniquitous, glancing over at Kronos and Varek, and also noting the body of the unconscious Jedi. The Sith peered down at the green alien that had fallen to the ground. A thin smile graced her features. She did not take her eyes off him, though she addressed Iniquitous.

"End him."