Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
Death.
It tremored around her without surrender, the lost of Brayden once more to the netherworlds. His soul cemented, without the impermanence of before.
There was but one thing she could do.
Eyes of midnight looked out once more within the life they roused. Even if her gaze held that of chaos, it was more to her than any other. And to match the beauty of such discord came to her sight one of long past.
Avicus...
It was upon the shores inflamed by dragons that they had first spoke. That she had named him a god as herself... to show him the truth in the power they contained over any other mortal. It was as gods they walked the shores, no less no more. And he would come to her now, the Hunters moon waned and no light within view. Now was a time of darkness... and perhaps more destruction then even he should desire.
"Too long my dragon rider..."
As always was it, too long between their encounters. In another life perhaps their two souls were bound to hold true love, but never had it been voiced within this life. Maybe that would have saved her...
But alas, it was too late.
Her dagger held in her hand, the carvings of long past illustrating so much of her life. The signs of the Regnum, symbols of Conquest, even her old Brotherhood she had engraved upon the blade. How long had she last used her beloved weapon?
And now to use it for the last time.
The cold steel turned on herself, imbedding it near to her heart. Her life in payment for Brayden's- his soul pushed forth and returned to his living body- replaced in the realms of the dead by her own. Permanence would be her rule as god among the cold netherworlds, for no more did she desire to return to walk among what had been dead to her for so long.
Her heart trembled within its last beats, blurred was the beauty of Sennou before her.
Consciousness gradually slipped as she fell, mind no longer held Avicus but rather what once was. Brayden within the darkness of Coruscant... the love spurred between enemies, damning them both through eternity.
Further- to again hold Cerberus, her son. The rain blurring all except that of her son in her embrace. Never would they be united again, for even death held a chasm unbreakable. Now as the rain itself formed tears over her dying son that fell along her cheeks, she whispered her farewells, listening to his heart slow as her own did. Scenes of Malice played within her thoughts, their comradeship so missed... more so now than ever. While he sought her death, she only wished once more to be near him- a brother to her once, always did she need him.
As she needed him now. //It is in your hands...// she whispered through the Force, her heart deafening in her ears as the perpetual sound within life slowed.
Finally steps fell on the grasses of Naboo. The sun setting, painting skies of fading light within its beauty. A sole flower of the fading nightsky she reached down to pick, handing it to the one who walked besides her. The scent Shule inhaled, before turning to her- a smile graced upon his face. One she had seen so many times before... one that never could she find again until now.
"Lead the way..." His voice rang within her ears, as her heartbeat faded into eternity.
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(8/22/07 10:32 pm) Reply
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Metran eyed Talon carefully. The Sith had summed things up pretty well - there weren't many other options. The first, of course, was completely out. Sith thrived on trust - they needed it in order to have something to betray. The last option had its own difficulties; none the least of which being possibly putting Chloe in the difficult position of chosing between family and the Jedi.
Sliding his hand carefully along his belt, Met' left his saber lay in favor of a comlink, plucking it off and dialing a signal code he had long since memorized.
"So: what does everybody want on their pizza? I'm buying."
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC) ... Lady Maurow... I have some… guests for you...
“Apparatus.” Sophie mouthed the Darth’s name and immediately, her mind was filled with images of the mechanized, monstrous, Sith; a goliath, a creature of solemn wickedness, and a brother in the Force. His dark presence was pleasing to palate, but there was work to be done. Her mind reached outward, still tired. The currents of life-energy flowed furiously, battered brutally, until the Mistress had no other choice but to recoil or be swept away.
“My Lady?” Sormier inquired softly. She was puzzled but Sophie’s silence.
“No rest for the weary.” Sophie replied, standing slowly. The holo-address repeated over and over, on a loop. It would flood every channel and reach every ear with its spell. For the time being, Sophie had her fill of listening to herself speak. With a Force trick, she disengaged the cameras.
“There have been some victories, it seems.” She informed the aid, “Jedi have been apprehended. They are en route here for questioning and detainment.”
“I will inform security.” Sormier said crispy, “There are cells in the sub-levels where they can be confined.”
Sophie’s mind flowed forward into the Force again, searching for the other adepts and locating them, “Yes, that would be best.” She said, touching her temple, “Have the guard captain call my comm. We will require... specialized restraints.”
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)"I've missed you..." he whispered, standing to his feet.
However, there would be no time for soft words. The young master saw the knife in hand, an eyebrow quirked. "Goddess, what do you plan to do with...?" His question was cut off as she thrusted the blade into her own chest. "Sky, no!" His hand moved to the blade, another to hold her.
"Why?" he asked, pulling the knife from her. No prowess in the force could save her, atleast from his end. There was once a time when Avicus would have done anything for her. Some of those feelings he kept a hold of. Never did he tell her that he loved her. He always assumed she knew. After she turned him down when he seemingly tried to give everything from his heart to his soul to her, they hadn't spoken. It wasn't from a lack of trying. Time, it seemed, had gotten the better of them.
And once again, time was working against him.
Sobbing, he held her body to his. Her blood staining his skin, but he didn't care. Great sorrow overtook him. Tears streamed down his face, fingertips brushed hair from her eyes. "No... Please... Don't leave me. I'm so sorry..." the young master repeated between heavy sobs. The day had been an emotional roller-coaster, and the mistress taking her life before him was enough to bring the Dark God to his knees.
Slowly, her physical form began to fade away. Avicus scrambled to hold onto her as long as possible. "No... No... No!!" he pleaded. As if Chaos would listen to him. The shadows of hell sank around him, and he was left kneeling, holding onto her cloak and dagger. His body rocked violently from the sobs.
The scent of her skin still fresh on the cloak. The blood still fresh on the dagger. He held both close to him as he curled up tightly. Eyes dry, no longer able to cry. Sorrow overwhelming. It was then that he realised the reasons behind her sacrifice. The Jedi Master Brayden. His soul slipped from the grip of Chaos, replaced by the Sith Mistress. She did it for love.
She did it for Brayden.
Slowly standing, a cool anger washed over him. His mentor, friend, and former love was gone, it seemed. Slipping on her cloak, he wrapped the cloth tightly around him. His fist clenched the handle of the dagger tightly. He held the blade to his chest, the blood dripping onto his bare skin. Eyes closed, lips pursed together in a sneer. "Forgive me, Goddess." The words sounded cold, the whispers reaching across the spans of Chaos.
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(8/23/07 1:13 am) Reply
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Even though he was not connected to the large sand appendage through any physical means, Peiori knew exactly when he had snared his Jedi prey from the metaphysical pressure he felt, a pressure that he could surely squash and dominate. The feeling was so prevalent in his mind, so driving in his skull that it caused his brain to pulse and his blood to flow. Crimson eyes turned a bright red, naturally sharpened teeth flashed a dread light on the whirling sand.... And the fire and the maelstrom fell away, freeing up the master's reserves, drained as they were, to focus on crushing the maggot in his hand; one part ethereal, one part corporeal, all death.
Peiori's fist tightened and in response, the hand tightened its grip on her body as well, hoping to squeeze the life out of the Jedi, to distinguish her hopes, her dreams, her aspirations of life, and reduce them all into the pall of terror that comes at death's grip, for that was what she was in; the dread grasp of the Sith Lord Caligga, who, though he would never see himself as such or call himself by such a moniker, ruled such power. But this Jedi was not without her strengths, not without her merits, so the Sith would do her a favor.
"I am going to make sure you have the bdeat h that is fitting for your life, Jedi. No, I will give you the pleasure of facing your life, not in a quick, painless, humanless manner, but in such a way that you are aware of your mortality, your ability to feel pain. As such, your final hours will be drowned in the inferno of your nerves, while your death knell is sounded by the cracking of your bones."
...The first of which should have reached the master's ears any moment now...Unless, of course, the Jedi knight had plans of her own.....
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
He opened his eyes once more and Chaos no longer lay in his sight. Sitting up, he tried to remember what had happened, faded scenes of memory flowed through his mind as he tried to put together the fractured pieces...
...and in a rush of dread the images came rushing back.
Sky
He glanced around sweeping his hands wildly across the floor, searching for the dagger with which he had taken his own life.
"No, no, no, no, no."
It couldn't be true, it just couldn't. Chaos must of twisted his mind, made him remember things that didn't happen it...it...
His mind was racing for every possible alternative it could find, determined not to believe, to ignore the gaping hole in his heart that could only mean one thing.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Chloe/Metran
The Sith's ivory hilt had disappeared as quickly as it had come into his hand, it seemed that the Jedi had a better grasp on his agression than it had first appeared and was in fact now trying to play Talon at his own game, rather a shame then that no one had bothered to inform the Jedi of the rules. A sparkle of emerald green flashed in Talon's orange eyes and his brow furrowed, the Sith closed his eyes momentarily and held up a hand as a request for Metran to wait a moment.
"Did you feel that youngling?" Talon asked Chloe; his eyes still closed. "Your father is hurt and in terrible danger."
Quickly the Sith stood and faced Metran, the glitter of green now gone from his eyes, any and all good humour having disappeared with it.
"Chloe and I must reach Naboo, whether you like it or not, even if I have to forcefully eject you from this vessel." He growled, ivory hilt springing into his hand once more.
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(8/23/07 9:24 am) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Chloe / Talon
This Sith was good: he kept the terrain changing in his battles. Metran couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to fight him - if his saber skills were anything like his diplomacy, he would be a formidable opponent to be sure.
"You must reach Naboo? Why? If it's for Chloe's safety, then there's a Jedi enclave right here where she could stay. It's not to aid her father: he's back on Korriban." Met' wanted Chloe to be able to see that the Sith was up to something, even if he couldn't figure out what. It was important that she knew this, given what he was about to do. Locking down his com and stepping over to the young Padiwan, Met' kept an eye on Talon while he spoke.
"I don't trust him: and family or not, you shouldn't either. Still - I'm not your father or your family, so this time I'm not going to tell you what to do. Instead, I'm going to trust that your decision will be the right one. If you want to go with him to Naboo, I'll leave peacably. If you'd rather stay here, he leaves ...
"... I promise not to hurt him." Met' offered her a cocky smirk, even as he knew inside that if he did end up taking on this Sith, what he'd really have to be was darn careful.
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Three cracks of a blaster broke the silence in the night between the three Jedi and Daritha. As heads turned to see who shot them, a simple hand gesture had his lightsaber in his hand in a second. A second later, as his lightsaber activated, three bolts were reflected easily.
Another hand gesture, and he felt the gun tht the man used break in a second. All the parts were dissembled without a single movement. Finally, one more hand gesture had the man flying through the air, until he hit the street full force.
His legs shaking, he pointed one hand at what looked to be a Bounty Hunter. He frowned, wondering what nonsense was happening. Yet, there was not a worry in his mind anymore. While he had no use of his legs, he was able to do anything with a single thought. His youth had returned.
"Who the hell are you, and why were you shooting at Daritha?"
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(8/23/07 5:32 pm) Reply
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Talon/Met
Chloe was taken back by the whole thing. She didn’t know what to do, on one hand the young teen wanted to learn more about her family but on the other she didn’t want to upset the jedi.
“I..I don’t know what to do. I’m sorry Met but the jedi have been pushing me for ever when all I want is to be loved. I can’t stay here with either of you because..well just because.”
She opened the ship’s door and ran down the ramp. Chloe didn’t know where she was going and didn’t much care either. All she knew was that she needed to get out of there. Hopefully nobody would go after her because she knew they would be able to out run her.
As the teen ran tears streaked down her face. She had no idea what she was going to do now.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Naboo: Mak, Wholi, Kamon, Daritha.
Much to his surprise, one of the people that had been talking to his target jumped in the way of the blasts. With the igniting of the lightsaber, all of the shots were deflected. Arc had only assumed that they were Jedi, and that they might even help. After all he was helping to get rid of somebody that was causing trouble on their planet. It was evident, though, that he was wrong. The man that had deflected his shots couldn't possibly be a Jedi.
Those thoughts were interrupted as he heard a sound coming from his gun. The clone had only heard that sound when it was being taken apart withoujt much care for the parts. Some trick of the- Slam! Suddenly he felt himself get pushed backwards. Throwing his weight to make him land on his side, Arc hit the street with a thud. The breath rushed from his lungs, but the armor absorbed some of the impact. Slowly he rose to his feet, messing with something on his back that seemed to be attached to a strap. Soon it would be seen exactly why he couldn't land on his back.
The trooper had come prepared for force users. He had been prepared for the worst. And out of a case came a weapon. "I have come to this planet for a bounty, but I will not allow you other Siite to take it from me." With that, he the powerpack to the weapon. Within a few seconds, a massive amount of bolts would go flying, this time he would be going after the target that had stopped his last attack. And that was why the gun was so effective. Less than a minute would go by before it would empty its giant clip.
Edited by: ARC 5711 at: 8/23/07 7:10 pm
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All Kamon could do was frown at Daritha and shake his head before looking at Mak. Another frown replaced the other one, this one slightly disturbed as he watched Mak take out the Bounty Hunter's weapon. For the life of him he couldn't figure out why a Jedi Master was trying to stop someone from helping them. It made absolutely no sense to him and he was forced to stare at Mak with a dumbfounded expression on his face.
"Why, Mak, did you just do that? He would have been the perfect distraction and instead you try and stop him from attacking Daritha? I wonder about you..."
Shaking his head, he looked from Mak to Daritha and then from Daritha to Wholi. Shrugging his shoulders, he activated both of his lightsabers and slowly started to move forward towards Daritha. He wasn't going to initiate combat between himself and the Sith, but he was going to do his best to try and at least force the man to attack him somehow. Kamon was itching for a fight, after all, and someone needed to take care of the man... Instead of stopping other people from doing the same.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)So, this one requires more attention then I thought...
As the blaster bolts came once more, a bubble came out of nowhere, with once more, the use of his younger hands. Where he had been 150 years of age, his being two times younger then that, made him using different powers easier.
His selection of jutsu was maximized.
As Protection Bubble deflected the shots, he used it to expand further. with a single push, the cannon that was a nuisance was no more.
But he wasn't finished.
His own specialized jutsu, Malacia, was stronger then most. As he sent one blast of it against the Hunter, he knew the effects would be immeadite.
It caused nausiness and diziness, and made the effected incapacitated. Standing up, he tried to let go of the cane, but legs were still of no use. How long it would take him to master it was unknown.
As he turned to see Kamon walking, his voice broke the deep silence.
"Kamon, don't! We need to know how and why he killed Jabez! Battling and killing is for another day. Not now!"
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(8/23/07 9:58 pm) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Chloe / Talon
Metran allowed Chloe to dash out of the ship, waiting until he was sure she wasn't going to fall or hurt herself before he dashed after her. He allowed the Force to flow through him so that he could catch her quickly.
"Chloe - come on, kid: wait up. I ain't young like you anymore."
There was a good amount he wanted to tell her, but first he needed to have her attention.
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(8/24/07 4:14 am) Reply
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Maleficus had his feet pulled out from under him and he landed hard on his back, almost knocking the wind from him. He swept his leg around at Hawk's feet, trying to trip him, holding his saber up above him to use it to parry any attacks that were sent at him while on the ground.
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OOC: With Mak's permission, I even quoted his AIM in the OOC thread
As the blasts went towards the target, suddenly a giant barrier seemed to raise out of nowhere. It was strong enough to stop the attack completely, then a few seconds later he heard a sound. In the back of his mind, Arc knew one thing. Another weapon was made useless in this fight. The clone trooper would have to get a little closer, though, if he was going to use his remaining weapons. Slinging the weapon around to his back, the ARC started to move closer.
When the got a little closer, though, something seemed to hit him. Suddenly his stomach seemed to disagree with him. Almost to the point that he wanted to puke without actually puking. His vision seemed to weaken, and Arc started to stumble before he stopped. But he was close enough. A shaking hands went for his grenades, and he picked up one with each. One frag grenade, and one EMP. While not particularly useful against organics, it still would be able to send some electricity at his target if he was caught within the blast.
He flung them both, hoping they would land close enough for them to have some effect. And then he fell to his knees, quickly removing his helmet as the contents of his stomach were emptied on the ground. The EMP grenade slammed into the ground, shortly followed by frag grenade. First the electrical pulse, which seemed to have little effect. But then the frag grenade blew chunks of the street at the cane holding opponent. Most of them fell aimlessly away, but one found a target.
One piece of street smacked Mak aside the head, and then he seemed to fall limp to the ground. It wasn't enough to kill him, by any means, and he would probably wake up in a few hours. "Di'kutla Jetti." Arc said under his breath as he continued to sit there. Hopefully he would be able to get back up before too long. Maybe he would even be able to defend himself against the now near opponents. But right now, he had to try to get his stomach under control. Not only that but his eyesight as well.
Another idea came to Arc's mind as well. Maybe he should just end up cutting his losses and trying to leave. But none of that could be done until he could finally move. Right now, though, his stomach felt like it was going to burst. And for the moment, he did the only smart thing he could. The ARC fell to his side, trying to make it seem as though he had passed out. With any luck, there was at least nne Jedi there that would end up protecting him. Or maybe not, maybe he had just given himself over to a merciless enemy.
Edited by: ARC 5711 at: 8/24/07 3:19 pm
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The Darth turned to C’orringath. His eyes were still blood red with insanity. His menacing voice ringed out once again, “We’re taking him to the Senate Halls.”
Darth Apparatus was still unsure of C’orringath’s loyalties. Yet, because he could feel the Dark Side consuming him, there was no doubt that he was no longer a true Jedi. He grabbed the body of Caleb and began to carry the body in the direction of the Senate Halls, where he would be detained until the battle ended. As for C’orringath, his fate would be in the hands of the council.
It took half-an-hour’s walk to reach the Senate Halls. There, Darth Apparatus was greeted by guards. There, they took over in carrying the body of the fallen Jedi. Where they will take Caleb is unsure to Apparatus. As for C’orringath, Apparatus would take the Dark Jedi to Lady Maurow. Should he behave, he may have a place in the Sith Order. The Sith Lord simply waited for Maurow to greet them at the entrance of the Senate Halls. It had been some time since their last encounter on Coruscant.
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(8/26/07 3:35 pm) Reply
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Hours of preparation went into marking the border of the old seal: sygils pressed into we duracrete and spoken to with a siblant voice in order to secure the damaged seal. Finally the last mark was made and a second chemical was poured onto the molds to flash-harden it. The second half of the repair was brought in: a brightmetal overcap hastily cast and marked with ancient Sith writing and a great sealing cross. Two dozen servants brought the casting in and lowered it carefully in place, using a resined wax to seal the edges shut.
Once the last of the wax was drizzled in place and pressed in hot, Tiara examined the room. The aura of the Dark Side was there, but now back to it's normal levels. She could still sense the presence of Ziost as an entity, but it was both more faint while calmer. It was pretty apparent that the constant wear on the planet was taking it's toll - this would be better for everyone.
With the base of Ziost's power sealed with a finality that hadn't existed before, Tiara began the long climb back up to the temple. She would need a rest, and then a soothing bath.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
His denial did not last long, and despair quickly turned into anger, and that anger, in turn, turned into hate.
Hatred of the Jedi for this foolish attack.
Hatred of himself, for putting Sky in the position where she took her life to save his.
And though it pained him so to admit it, he even hated Sky for doing so.
He started pounding the ground with his fists, striking the cold floor over and over. His mind seemed blank, disconnected, and he felt no pain as he carved away flesh of his knuckles against the cold floor.
Eventually, he stopped, as a sharp snap pierced the night air and awoke him from his trance, he looked down and saw a fractured piece of white pointing out from the swollen bloody mess that was his right middle finger.
He stared at it, eyes blinking, though not seeming to take it in. And in that moment, all the pain, hatred and despair that had been building up inside him exploded outwards in a massive tidal wave of energy, and the walls around the Jedi shook and crumbled.
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C'orringath nodded grimly to the Sith, Darth Apparatus, as he spoke of the Senate Halls and that Caleb would be taken for questioning. There was nothing more to really say now, as he had found when he had committed the betrayal in the first place. The master also knew that his fate at this point was in no way guarenteed or certain; despite their execution of a utopia, as Coruscant seemed to be, they were still open to opportunities of treachery, and indeed, his actions on this planet could very well be his last in the physical plane.
Still, he knew in heart what he had to do, and even though he felt the precarious and portentous darkness creeping within his very being, his very soul, he knew that what he had done here, to Caleb, to the Jedi, was absolutely necessary.
As the trio arrived at the Senate Halls, C'orringath looked in the direction of the guards taking Caleb into their custody, but kept his cold silence for some number of heartbeats. Before the guards took the fallen Jedi away, C'orringath moved over to him, and looked upon his body with a cold gaze. Placing his hand over the heart of the Jedi, a single, organic, living hand, a single word left his lips, a single word that, though it had no physical noise level, echoed into Caleb's mind.
Sorry....
Without further ado, C'orringath looked away from the departing guards and followed Darth Apparatus to the proper chamber to meet Lady Maurow.
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