These Helpless Hands

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The Battle of Coruscant

These Helpless Hands

( Though the title itself is listed with [ASK], any SITH and IMPERIAL characters that were on Coruscant during the invasion are allowed to participate. This takes place slightly after the Jedi and Galactic Alliance retreated from the capital, leaving her on her lonesome on the steps of the ruined Jedi Temple.​

Senimeux Xique​

The fires of Coruscant burned long into the night. As the twinkling stars above that represented the mass movement of retreating fleets and descending evil one by one began to burn out, those who had been left behind knew the end was in sight. Not the end of evil, but the end of those who opposed it.​ Senimeux Xique was struggling to find those little flickers of force amongst the bodies of those who had fallen in battle. Scrambling over the uniformed corpses of Imperial and Alliance alike, she sought to lay her healing hands upon any who could be saved. It mattered not if they were the enemy or otherwise--in her panic, her mind simply couldn't make the distinction. However, upon the eastern temple steps, one body after another turned out to be nothing but lifeless husks, shadows of what they used to be. Many of them were students like herself, others soldiers who had fallen as pawns in a larger picture... and fewer even were Masters she had once known by face. Though recognition was nearly burned away by the wounds, from bolts and sabers alike. Around her the battle was still raging. Those few who had been left behind were still fighting valiantly, but one by one there was one less blaster shot and anti-air battery to tear into the sky to stop the oppressive black cloud of starships from ascending. Eventually, amidst the orange, ember-licked night skies of the war-torn Coruscant, the fighting had died down to the point the distant shots could have easily been mistaken for everyday life. It was then, hours into her search, when she finally reached the eastern-most entrance of the Jedi Temple, where she found her mentor--Her Master and the one she had always considered to be her Mother--broken beneath a pile of rubber. Her eyes had long since closed and her saber had been cut in half, the pieces nearly unrecognizable because of the damage done. Unable to help herself, she started to bawl. Crying out in despair at the sight before her: The image of the last of her family and friends slain. Then she tried to help. She tried to break beyond her training and meager set of skills to bring forth life where there simply was none to be had. Pressing her hands to her Mentor's chest, she forced the force to flow through her, to begin an attempt at futilely mending dead, broken flesh in hopes of having one last chance at not being alone. When nothing happened, she cried out again, tears streaming down her cheeks, only to have them brushed away by the whipping wind... her tattered once-white robes flailing along in response to the sudden change in weather. As the sadness sank deeper into her heart, something else began to stir in its depths. Hatred. Absolute hatred for the monsters that brought this upon her and her family. Finally having the will to bring her eyes up off the corpse of her beloved Master, she suddenly realized she was surrounded--at least eight, heavily armored Imperial troops had surrounded her. At least eight, poor souls she was going to take her hatred out on. The one closest to her, standing before her and the husk below, slowly raised his weapon, his finger settling upon the trigger as he... hesitated. She was just a child, after all. That would be his last mistake. With a flick of her wrist, she was up on her feet and lunging towards the trooper. He barely had time to cry out as her ocean-green saber ignited with a sharp hiss and cut a swath from his sternum, up between his eyes. He fell nearly fell in two before his body hit the ground. By the time the others had lifted their rifles and open fired, she had summoned the force around herself to accelerate her movements--she was already upon the next one--and cut the closest trooper in-half across the waist. Spinning around, she reflected a few bolts in time to take down two in the distance, then rushed once more to the next where the short saber speared through the man's armor and into his heart. She held it there as they both fell, her knees upon his gut as both hands held the burning saber in him. A bolt cutting across her shoulder reminded her at least five more were waiting for her, too. Swinging her short blade in quick strikes--again summoning the courage of the force, letting it wrap around her to accelerate her movements--she leaped through the air, a good thirty feet across, and landed on top of the middle-most soldier. His cry of surprise and pain was ended with a brief cut across his throat, just before she lunged towards the others...

 

[Sophia McLaren-Cobb]

"Sadness doesn't help, Senimeux. It only increases your will to kill someone." A cloaked figure came near Senimeux. A Chiss by the name of Zextripon. Zextripon was grinning at the sight of the destroyed temple, it makes him feel better about himself. Force Choking the last few troops that came by, Zextripon was merciless to those who survived.

 

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Senimeux Xique​

She remained a moment more upon the body of the gurgling Imperial Trooper as Zex seemed to just... appear from nowhere. Still upon her knees with tears staining her cheeks, she peered over her left shoulder and spotted him. Even in his robes, Zex's bulk was evident. He wasn't an Imperial Trooper, that much was for sure. A Sith Lord, maybe? Someone else who needed to suffer for the death and destruction they caused? Slowly standing up, she said nothing towards him, her anger and sadness growing. Twisting and blinding her to the path she should have stayed on. With her short saber still ignited, she glared at him like a young, scolded child... her saber dipping towards the ground as she contemplated her chances against him.

 

[Sophia McLaren-Cobb]

Before Senimeux could react, Zextripon used Force Choke and took the breath out of the child. "Be merciless, Senimeux. That is the way of the Sith." Zextripon knew the Sith well enough to know their care for anyone else but themselves. Zextripon only cared on destroying the living, not fooling around.

 

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Senimeux Xique​

Just when she was about to lunge, she found herself struggling to breath. It hadn't even started as an pinch; it was just a sudden, crushing pressure on the front of her throat, forcing her to try and gasp for air even though there was none to be had. Not for her. She struggled those few moments, kicking her feet and clawing at the front of her robes, her lightsaber flicking itself off as it dropped to her feet...

 

[Sophia McLaren-Cobb]

Realizing that the child stepped away from Zextripon's reach, he wrongly got a choke hold on Senimeux. He released it immediately, he didn't want a fallen Jedi to lose trust and die. He used Force Pull at the child and spoke in a deep voice. "You wish to kill the Sith, eh? Show no mercy. Kill me. I dare you."

 

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Senimeux Xique​

She stared at Zexi for a long moment as he threatened her, her gaze briefly breaking from him to spy her immediate surroundings--seeing nothing more than the current devastation and orbital bombardments happening around her--before glancing back to him. She gritted her teeth, remembering the slain, lifeless corpses of her friends and mentors, before suddenly leaping at him. She brought her short saber above her head too, the blade pointed downward towards him...

 

[Sophia McLaren-Cobb]

With a Force Choke, Zextripon made another choke hold at Senimeux. "Now, now. You have to be way quicker than that my dear. I am not impressed with your lack of knowledge." Zextripon laughed at Senimeux just as he released the choke hold. He then used Force Grab and sent her flying into a wall, knocking her unconscious.

 

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Senimeux Xique​

Kicked her legs the moment she was suspended in midair, dropping her saber and clawing at the front of her throat as again, she was being suffocated by the dark side of the force. When it released, the reprieve was much too short as she felt a crushing force around her lithe frame suddenly tossing her through the air, sending her flying into one of the ruined walls of the temple with enough force to break bone. It was more than enough to knock her unconscious; sending her into a sleep possessed by the dead and memories she no longer wanted.