The Maid
T-This is ridiculous...
Janine could only afford a second to contemplate in horror at the obstacle in front of her before a barrage of blaster shots was headed her way. Thankfully for her, her practice at Force drawing her saber came of use as she managed to get the weapon to fly to her hand on instinct. She held only one of her sabers as she fell in the Shii-cho stance, more useful for defense than her usual Ataru.
Janine managed to deflect the first barrage of blaster bolts before she dashed towards the combat droids... all semblance of peace or a plan to counter this situation going right out of her mind. Her mind simply couldn't device a way for her to win in this situation without retreating. Thus... she simply followed her instincts and threw herself into the fray.
She Force pushed the nearest droids and once again tried to use them as a shield as she drew her second blade and started a furious Ataru based assault... intending on taking down as many of her enemies as she was able.
If I'm sure of something it's that I'm not sure of anything.
Mad Pinoy
11:55 a.m.
Darth Talon ordered his men to drive the truck when he received word from Mark that the security was disabled five minutes ago. Driving into the city where the Martian Temple sat near the center, Smith told his men to stop in front of the large gate that marked one of he entrances. Sensing his opponents, he stepped out of the vehicle.
Smith walked towards the entrance, where he was met by a half-dozen guards. Their raised blasters and orders to halt were not heeded as Darth Talon swept them back with a powerful Force Push, incapacitating them as he broke their bones and smashed them against the walls.
Commanding the use of the Shatterpoint technique, Smith broke the gate's defenses and opened them loudly, so that the four people he met there would immediately know his presence
The Sage had arrived at Mars ten minutes prior to Darth Talon's entrance. She was sitting at a small table, observing her young friends spar while their Master looked on.
The Sage's focus was broken when she felt violence and death outside the Temple gate, caused by a figure she couldn't see with the Force. When Smith slammed the doors open, she was shocked at the power he displayed, the bodies he left behind him, and the ease with which he hid himself from being detected by other Force Sensitives.
She got up, took her cane, and stood in front of her table.
"Good morning, gentlemen," Smith greeted. "Now that we've skipped the pleasantries, please leave my Temple."
"Your Temple?" One of the sparring Knights asked, gripping his shoto hilts tightly.
"Why yes, don't you all remember? My family practically built this place," Darth Talon answered. Sensing a familiar presence, he turned his head to find himself staring at the Sage once more, after twenty-five years of exile. He began walking towards her.
"Ah, there you are, you old Sage. It seems your powers of foresight are not as good as you thought." "We shall see, Smith." "No, you shall see, you old bat. Now, where were we?" Darth Talon said, turning to face the Jedi again.
"What do you want, Smith?" The presiding Master asked. "What is rightfully mine," Smith said, jabbing his finger at the ground. "The Martian Temple!" "The temple is under stewardship of the Jedi Order, and we will protect it, even from you." The Master replied, tapping the handle of his long-handle lightsaber on the ground. At this, Darth Talon laughed.
"I'm so glad you feel that way," he said. Speaking again, he gestured the opened gate and the vehicle his men were bringing in. "Otherwise I'd have dragged that here for nothing." "What's in the truck, Smith?" The shoto-wielding Knight asked. "Oh, you want to see?" Smith asked. "It's a gift. Well, it's your parting gift, in that it will part you. Part of you here, over there, and WAAAY over there, staining the wall!" "You insolent fool!"
The shoto wielding Knight leapt up to attack Darth Talon. Talon raised his right hand, using the Force to slam the Knight onto the ground to Talon's left. His companion, a Knight wielding a green-bladed lightsaber, leapt up as Smith took another step forward. Grabbing the Knight with his right foot and throwing him to the ground opposite of his partner, Darth Talon launched three throwing knives from his sleeves at him. As the Knight hit the ground and deflected the knives, destroying them, Smith landed in a battle stance, lightsaber in his hand, glowing red as if the blood of Smith's genocide added to the glow.
The shoto-wielding Knight rushed forward, dual blue blades aimed to cut Darth Talon to pieces. Faster than he was, Smith blocked the blades and pinned them as the other Jedi came forward to attack, kicking him back with a cyborg foot. Less than a second later, he slammed the same foot onto the shoto-wielding Knight's head, crushing his skull and claiming the first casualty of the Civil War.
Too late to save his friend, the other Knight ran towards Darth Talon as the Sith raised the train on his backside, blocking the Knight's view and stopping his run. Making use of this in a blink, Smith retracted his tail and stabbed at the Knight, who barely dodged the attack. Taking advantage of his opponent's distraction, he raised his leg again and gave a Force-powered kick to the Knight's torso, knocking him out against the wall and removing him from the fight.
The Sith Lord took another stance and released three more knives at the Master in front of him, then throwing his lightsaber after them. The Master took his long-handle lightsaber, deflected the knives with its purple blade, destroyed Darth Talon's lightsaber shortly after, and gave a powerful push with the Force to show the Sith who would be the victor if the fight continued.
And those last four paragraphs all happened in around twenty seconds!
Smith's feet grinder him to a halt, half-dozen of the knives once in his hand were scattered on the ground around him. "Show-off," he quipped. "That is a warning," the Master replied. "You are no match for my strength in the Force." "I agree," Smith said. "But this is."
Jumping up, he used the Force to fire the miniature railgun he had built, the weapon having already been readied and loaded to fire. Jedi are fast, but no one dodges an object moving at Mach 5 from 100 feet away.
The result was instant. The Jedi Master was blown to pieces, the metal launched exploding and leaving a scar on the wall behind where the Jedi stood. All that remained of him was his lightsaber, already broken and emitting smoke.
Darth Talon had done his part. He took his other lightsaber from his back and watched as the four ships crash into the Temple, just as the same number of ships crashed into the other Temples and starships appeared in the sky, raining death from above. The Civil War had now begun. Darth Talon gave a smug look to a shocked Sage, and charged into the Temple with his men.
Noon: The Civil War begins... Sith can now crash in. Republic and Neutrals, get ready for a fight, 'cause wherever you are, four ships just crashed into each Temple and poured out 300 Sith, with normal troops and droids running in from the gates. People on Mars, get out of there!
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"Nice to meet you," replied Aeron, eyeing Allara in a manner that suggested wariness. "I'm Aeron Rabor. I came from Venus myself, but I ended up here for reasons I don't understand. I was just trying to -"
The inexperienced Jedi perked up as though something had zapped him. He could feel a powerful disturbance in the Force, and there was... something indescribably unpleasant, too. Was that perhaps what the others referred to as a Dark Side presence? Sloughing off his concerns like a dog shaking off water, Aeron switched off his holoprojector and put it back into his robes. Looking at Allara with concealed fear, he said, "Something's... wrong. I think we need to get going."
Part of him wanted to unhook his lightsaber right then and there, but his rational side counselled caution and a methodical approach. As per usual, the latter won out, and Aeron sprang to his feet. Trying to move past the Consular, he tried to figure out where to go next.
Meanwhile, a well groomed man clothed in elegant black robes braced himself against the starship's hull as it ground and skidded to a halt with a strangulated moan of strained metal. It was a rather undignified way of making an entrance, but it was certainly flashy - not to mention the tactical advantages it offered - which made up for it. As the landing ramp lowered, Miles Antares flashed a wicked grin as he activated his lightsaber and took the opportunity to use the traditional Makashi salute.
He had dreamt of returning to the temple on Earth for a long time, but now he was finally here he felt somewhat giddy. But his composed facade never broke for a moment.
"Quite the homecoming, isn't it?" he called out, his refined tones contrasting sharply with the situation. Leaving the confines of the ship, he looked for Jedi to fight.
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The Maid
Something is wrong alright...
Allara felt the ripple through Force... the echoes that the massacre at the gates caused through the universe. And what had been hidden from her eyes suddenly became oh so obvious. The girl she learned the Dark Side from was not the part of a small sect... but something much bigger.
The Consular didn't know about the ships, the soldiers, the invasion... all she needed to know was what she felt coming from the gates of the Martian Temple.
They had to leave. And now.
The older Jedi tried to stop Aeron from passing by her with a single hand to his shoulder as she tried to feel through the Force the best path for escape...
"We need to leave the temple. Now, young Padawan. If you care for your life!" said Allara as she started running out of the meditation chamber, opposite from the direction everyone was heading to... Up, and up, higher into the Martian temple was her destination.
Janine for her part, couldn't immediately notice that the temple was under attack... after all she was in a desperate situation of her own that involved lots of blaster noise to drown out the rest of the world.
With a thud the body of the Jedi technician fell off his chair and into the floor where, with a slight wave of his hand, Jayson Lorr, Jedi Sentinel previously and now... well, part of something new, moved the body away into a nice corner to rot.
No big loss that, Jayson cared little for the man... but what came next... Yes, that was the hard part. There was people he cared about dwelling within the temple, people that would be in grave danger due to the coming conflict. Now, in his mind there was a pretty even fifty fifty chance for his allies to actually take the Venus temple. And if they did... well, the Dark Side called for blood. New recruits would be great, of course... but this first battle was meant to spell a message in Jedi blood. At least, that was the intentions of its orchestrator.
Jayson for his part was just a believer... in a whole new order for this whole system. A system where a man would be stopped by nothing but how far he can reach for that which he wants. No matter what it is. The Republic, the Jedi... they were rigidity, solidifying a style of life, a never ending pile up of rules and regulations which wielded the power of the majority like a hammer to strike down the dissidents, the deviants. People like Jayson Lorr.
Thus, this conflict needed to be born... it could not be fail before it took strength. The seeds of anarchy had been planted... and it was up to Jayson and those on the side he fought to give them a chance to be born.
Thus, with a heavy heart for those who might die due to his actions, Jayson started to work on the console in front of him... taking care of security systems and alarms, not shutting the whole thing down... he needed to create an illusion of functionality as he discreetly tipped the battle in favor of his allies. Watching the temple through its many cameras, Jayson took the microphone and as the Sith started their assault he broadcasted to the communicators of all the Jedi who would become aware of the battle the same message.
"Alert, the temple is under attack by unidentified forces. Alert, the Jedi temple is under attack by unidentified forces. The whole temple is now under highest level of emergency"
Now, after that the true work would begin. See where to guide every Jedi he saw on the cameras with personal instructions so they would be as scattered and useless as possible.
If I'm sure of something it's that I'm not sure of anything.
Atelia on the other hand heard the alarms and called into the microphone "Janine! Abort!"
Then she pressed the emergency shut down and all the turrets deactivated and was retracted into the walls as the walls themselves sank down and became part with the floor. "Quick! I'll meet you at the entrance!"
Mad Pinoy
Hal and his brother were about to eat lunch when the ships broke in.
"What was that?" Michael asked. "Whatever it is, it's cutting into our lunchtime." Hal quipped.
Activating their lightsabers, Michael leapt into battle with his yellow lightsaber and expertise in Form V, while Hal snuck away towards the surveillance room, finding another man in there who was relaying instructions to the Jedi. Hal kept his lightsaber in his hand, albeit inactivated, and stepped towards the other Knight.
"What's the situation right now?" Hal asked, gesturing for the Knight to make room for him to observe the cameras. "And what's your name, Knight?"
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"Okay," said Aeron as he followed the older woman, feeling most definitely not okay with the situation. Things were, it seemed, devolving into chaos, and he had little to no control over the situation. This was not how he imagined spending his day, to say the least.
But above all, he was worrying about how he was going to get out of this alive, a fact that was expertly hidden behind the unemotional front provided by his face.
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The Maid
Abort?
It took a few seconds for Janine to gather control of herself and to take in that the training was over... even though she didn't know why. Confused, the young Padawan hurried over to the entrance as her Master instructed.
Jayson barely looked at the other man and merely leaned right to let him check on the monitors as he spoke "We're under attack as you may see. Multiple ships of great caliber and a whole lot of combatants. Don't seem like a Venusian military force or and they are too coherent and well equipped to be mercenaries... and to sweeten things many of them are wielding lightsabers. Bad moment as it is to make introductions, I'm Jayson Lorr"
Allara hurried on her path, ignoring the sounds of explosions and any cries as she went higher and higher up the stairs and into long hallways into the upper back of temple, only pausing momentarily to check back on the young Padawan she so impulsively asked to follow her.
In the hurry of their march she couldn't properly read his emotions, and thus all she felt from him was the lack of emotion he projected. A good thing that, the little she learned of the Sith made Allara believe that they would be right now hunting everything that smelled of fear like blood hounds.
However, not long afterwards Allara found the first obstacle in their road... a mechanical door in a section of the temple she didn't have authorization to enter. Allara pressed repeatedly on the button which normally would have opened other doors in frustration, without even taking notice of what the digital screen next to her said, just to find that the door would not open to her basic methods.
Bitting her lip, she turned to Aeron "Padawan, you seemed quite handy with that device. Please make this door open, quick!"
If I'm sure of something it's that I'm not sure of anything.
Mad Pinoy
"Greetings, Jace. Name's Hal Cyon." Hal took a moment to look at the screens before pushing the intercom button to communicate to the apparently scattered Jedi.
"All Jedi, move to the main entrances! Be prepared for lightsaber combat!" Hal yelled quickly before looking back at Jayson.
"I don't get it...we'd should've shot down those ships with our anti-air defenses...unless they were taken down before the assault. Come on, Jace we have to-" Before he reached the door, Hal sensed the presence of something else hidden in the room.
Hal had sensed it before on many of his missions surrounding assassination and recon. He had used it before to detect traps set by his many enemies. He sensed a dead body. Noting the presence of the other living Force sensitive in the room, Hal came to a quick conclusion about Jace.
"Traitor." Hal said quietly, before activating his saberstaff and striking out at Jayson.
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"The temple is under attack!" Atelia explained as she rushed down to her apprentice using Force Speed. Her unlit lightsaber in her hand. "This is Jedi Knight Atelia Alucard with apprentice! We need orders, which location are we meant to reinforce?! Our current location is by the entrance to Training course 0851!" She calls into her commlink
Mad Pinoy
Atelia would hear the Jedi on the other end of her comlink say: "The closest priority location for you to defend is the West Entrance, Atelia. We will relay information as it comes. May the Force be with you."
Then the comlink is silent, the Jedi in the security room busy corresponding with other Jedi.
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"Roger!" Atelia responded into the comllink "Janine, this way!"
Then Atelia rushed towards the objective, turning on her lightsaber on the way
Dreams of Revenge
Aeron scrambled after Allara, even now trying to steady his nerves while his frigidly analytical side surveyed the situation. It felt almost as though he were in a haze, as he too barely noticed the sounds of chaos reverberating around them. Soon, however, their ascent came to an unexpected (and unwelcome) halt as they found themselves confronted with a door that stubbornly refused to open.
He failed to conceal his surprise as Allara turned to him for help, but this was no time for musing on such things. He briefly considered trying to use the Force to open the door or even - as time was probably running shorter than he would have liked - rip it from its' mountings, but it was quickly mooted. There was no way that a mere Padawan could manage such a feat in his opinion barring some exceptional circumstances. The next possibility that came to him was using his lightsaber as an impromptu cutting torch to open a way through. That, however, would take time, and that was not something he was willing to waste on possibilities.
Moving swiftly toward the door, he said, "I'll see if I can access it - if I can't, then we might just have to force our way through it somehow."
Flexing his fingers as though limbering up for a sports event, he was about to start when he noticed the screen. Taking a deep breath, he looked at it in hopes that it would reveal the correct method to gain entry.
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Mad Pinoy
Darth Talon was caught amidst the carnage in the Martian Temple when he received orders to ensure no escapees by air. He took four of his men, who were wielding laser rifles and vibro-bladed weapons, along with him for security. Darth Talon lead the way, pointing his long-handle lightsaber ahead of him.
As he made his way towards the hangar, he and his came across a young Knight and a younger man with her, possibly her Padawan. It mattered not who they were to Smith, they had to die.
"Get them all!" he ordered, waving his hand at them. The men attacked, one pair firing their rifles, and the other pair charged with their blades.
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The temple... under attack!? Who would be so foolhardy and ruthless to attack the Jedi?
Janine wondered for a brief moment if her finally finding a Master meant the end of the world. However, she didn't have much time for idle thoughts so she nodded her head and then ran to follow Atelia, turning off her lightsabers for the moment.
Jayson had rose to his feet as well when Cyon rose to dash into the battlefield. However, as the other man walked towards the door Jayson instead, quite calmly and silently drew a blaster to shoot Hal in the back.
Unfortunately for the Sith infiltrate, Cyon appeared to notice the ruse and the body on a dark corner of the room. The worst possible outcome really, by pure bad luck his whole operation was taken down before he had a chance to act. Still, even with how irritated he felt Jayson smirked at his opponent "I must have made quite an impression. People I betray usually don't get that angry"
Seeing the difficulty of actually scoring a blaster hit against an aware Jedi and their close quarters, Jayson instead drew his blue colored lightsaber and dropped into his Makashi stance. He also sent the communications chair flying towards the approaching Jedi Shadow with a flick of his free hand before he stepped forward to quickly strike with a long thrust of his saber.
They sent forces this way already? Allara thought desperately as she stepped in front of Aeron, drawing her saber to deflect the initial barrage of rifle fire the Gray knight yelled back at the Padawan "Focus on the door. I'll guard your back"
After saying those words, Allara drew on the Force to stop the vibro blade wielding foes from reaching them. Focusing on the low roof on the corridor leading to them, the Consular pulled violently on it, making a section collapse just on top of their heads.
Meanwhile, the door that Aeron tried force open apparently had only the bare minimum amount of security. It's system wasn't there so much to prevent access as to indicate those without authorization that this was a private area. Even without any sort of expertise in hacking he could get it open if he tried.
If I'm sure of something it's that I'm not sure of anything.
Dreams of Revenge
Aeron noted the (thankfully) lax security measures. He had just started working when he was jarred out of it by a rather intimdating Sith - perhaps one of the higher ranking ones - who immediately sicced his comrades on the pair. Heeding the Grey Jedi's advice, Aeron focused on the door and tried to open it, using the Force in an attempt to streamline the process.
He really didn't relish the idea of sticking around any longer than was necessary; the Sith would likely pursue them intently if they did manage to escape, but that was relatively unimportant to him at this moment in time. Part of him sorely wished to join the older Force user in fighting, but he knew that they would both probably be killed if he did that.
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Mad Pinoy
"Well don't just stand there! Kill them!" Darth Talon barked. His remaining troops had ceased fire when part of the roof crashed on their allies, the dust obscuring their view. Using the Force to hold up their rifles, his minions were now free to attack with their blades while the Sith fires lasers from above.
Darth Talon held in lightsaber in preparation for combat while speaking into his communicator. "Mr. Meschaninov, I want you at my location NOW!" he ordered.
Hal was never much of a happy guy. But now? He's pissed, even if it only shows through furrowed brows and a scowl. He would defeat this traitor, get all the information he needed, and then kill him.
Hal swung his blade so that it cut the chair flung at him into halves before reaching Jayson. Dodging his thrust, he activated the other blade, spinning his saber so that it cut the Sith's emitter, deactivating the blue blade. Taking his opportunity, Hal used the Force to open the door and throw Jayson out into a more open fighting space. He jumped after him, his blades moving to slash Jayson to pieces.
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Aeron's efforts where rewarded as the door promptly slid open due to his use of the console.
Allara on the other hand, continued to deflect the blaster bolts as best she could with her single lightsaber, though hearing the sound of the door opening behind her she retreats past the threshold as she sees the troops of Talon coming her way. Once again she lifts her hand though now she pulls harder on the ceiling intending to block the passage behind them.
"Padawan! We must run!" said Allara as she turned off her saber and ran deeper into the complex and towards the hangar.
Quite furious this one is... He would make a fearsome member of our little cult. Unfortunately, if he keeps fighting like this I won't be able to put a good word for him
From the push Jayson landed on his back, quickly rolling back to his feet. His old lightsaber was useless at the moment so he quickly put it away to draw his hidden red colored one. The curve of this one better fit his hand and his duelist style.
Jayson countered the multiple slashes with precise movements from his Makashi, using careful footwork to move away from strikes and the rush forward to try and slip a thrust through his enemy's defenses.
If I'm sure of something it's that I'm not sure of anything.
Dreams of Revenge
Unwilling to leave himself vulnerable for longer than was strictly necessary as blaster bolts zinged past, Aeron followed suit, preparing to call upon the Force to speed himself up if running normally proved insufficient. Now that the tumult of the situation seemed ever so slightly more distant, he found himself quietly impressed with Allara's use of the Force to crush the Sith.
Although he didn't exactly want to be in a situation where such a skill's use would be necessary, he hoped that some day he would be skilled enough to execute similar feats. But such things could only happen if he survived now. Gritting his teeth quietly, he watched out for any signs of danger - both ahead and behind.
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Mad Pinoy
"What?! No!" Darth Talon yelled. The Jedi Knight had brought down a larger piece of the ceiling that not only would crush his remaining men, but block the doorway and allow them to escape. That would be a failure on Darth Talon's part to carry out commands, and failure is nigh-unacceptable among the Sith now.
Using his powerful mechanical legs and the Force, Darth Talon jumped forward, slashing whatever rocks were in his way and leaving his incompetent minions to be crushed by the debris. Landing on the other side of the doorway, he spotted the Jedi moving towards the hangar.
Moving quickly, Smith jumped again to close some of the distance from the Jedi, launching knives from his free hand at them as he did. When he landed, he charged forward with his long-handle lightsaber, confident in his ability to kill both the Jedi. After all, neither of them seemed to be part of the people he slaughtered so many years ago...
Hal jumped back after another parry by his opponent. The man was clever, having already dealt a glancing wound to Hal's shoulder armor. Instead of attacking immediately, he decided to slowly walk towards his enemy, knowing he would be forced to back up.
"Why?" he growled. "What is the point of this? Whatever your group is, they're declaring war on the Solar Republic!" The Jedi Shadow kept his stance ready for combat, waiting for a response.
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Her precognition acting up due to Talon's knives flying right at her and Aeron. The Grey Knight then stopped in her tracks, turning suddenly to strike her hand forward suddenly, unleashing her strongest Force Push she could manage.... Thus releasing a powerful wave of Force that should knock the knives down and crash into their enemy.
"Why so hasty to entertain us? We were just leaving" said Allara as she now faced the Dark side user... while at the same time communicating with Aeron via telepathy... The words weren't clear but their intent was. Stand with Allara in facing this enemy or run to the hangar to find a ship. The choice was his, but both could be useful to their survival.
"Why? That's quite simple, Jedi. It's a clash of ideals. Of what those above me believe and what you and the Order represent. It's also about power. My faction has it and by striking you all down they stand to obtain a lot more" replied Jayson as he circled his opponent... taking two steps to the side for every one he took back. The man he faced was quite troublesome... and beyond skilled. For all his spinning movements he left very little openings in his defenses to exploit...
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Mad Pinoy
"Power, huh?" Hal growled. The nerve of these people... he thought.
"What else does your little faction believe in about this act of terrorism?" he asked. "Do they have any idea what they're going to start?"
Watching, feeling his opponent circling him, Hal kept his lightsaber ready to defend himself and counterattack at any moment.
Darth Talon waved his hand to make the redirected knives fly over him like waves over a rock. This move did not stop Allara's admittedly powerful Force Push, hitting him hard and forcing him to flip backwards and recover his breath as he landed. When his feet hit the floor, he reactivated his lightsaber and looked up at the Jedi who turned around to defy him.
"Oh, but you're missing out on the main event!" he replied, panting as he spoke. Regaining his usual breathing, Smith spoke again. "Wouldn't want to miss it, would you?" Sensing telepathy occurring between the Jedi, Talon prepared himself to duel two Jedi at once. Making his move, he charged forward to vertically cut Allara in two.
For Flanker. Claw, daltar, your turn.
At the West Entrance of the Terran Jedi Temple, chaos had also erupted. Miles had already struck down guards and was still hoping for a Jedi to run across him. As if the Dark Side had heard his inner thoughts, a pair of Jedi were rushing towards the main area of conflict, lightsabers ready to activate for battle. Seeing his chance, Miles stood between them and the main battle for the entrance, prepared for a duel where he would be outnumbered.
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"My superiors believe in nothing but power" said Jayson, a grin forming on his face just before he shot his left hand forward suddenly, an arc of force lightning emerging from his fingertips to strike at the Jedi "And they know exactly what they are going to start. This is not terrorism... this is war. And from it, an Empire shall rise"
"I certainly will. We want nothing but to leave from this spectacle" replied Allara quickly right before the Dark Lord rushed at her. She knew that in a straight saber duel she would have chance at all... so she unleashed one of the few surprises she had early. As her opponent rushed her, she moved her hand forward... and focusing all her fear, anger and emotions she launched an arc of Dark Lightning at Darth Talon, while with her free hand she lifted her blade horizontally to meet his should he not be stopped.
Janine Eristalter was shocked with emotion when she saw the one home she ever had facing such a bitter attack. Guards... people she had met and talked to growing up lay cut by lightsabers and felled by blasters.
Her indignation was palpable... and just in the way of her sight there was one of the attackers... clad in black and using one of those strange red sabers, standing just atop the corpse of a poor guard.
Letting out a cry Janine felt her body lighter due to the force... she ran at incredible speeds and jumped high in the air, activating both her lightsabers to strike down at this man with twin horizontal strikes.
If I'm sure of something it's that I'm not sure of anything.
Atelia had arrived to the battlefield before Janine and she had stood in a moment of shock over the fact it was really true, someone actually was attacking the temple, and they were Jedi!
Then Janine lunged at an enemy and Atelia called out to her "Janine! Wait!"
Then the knight rushed after
Janine managed to make it pretty well through the course until she arrived to a long corridor
"Here comes the hard part." Atelia muttered for herself as dozens of turrets emerged from the walls on the both sides in the corridor, all of them fixed on Janine as a group of bots that were larger and wielded two swords instead of one appeared from around a corner.
Atelia leaned back in her seat and smirked "Let's see how my new student of mine handles this."