Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

Alderaan


With Sith Warships in Republic space, there was no doubt in Rin's mind that not only was there a Republic fleet on the way, in addition to Alderaan's own defense fleet that was probably scrambling right now, but also ion cannons would be priming and ready to fire if the warships tried anything. He found it hard to believe such a breach of the treaty was being threatened right before his eyes. As he departed the Customs Office earlier that day, he took with him a transmitter that was hidden in his sleeve. It was a counter measure he thought necessary, in case he stumbled upon a conflict he couldn't handle himself. He had pressed the button the moment Darth Trakus was descending onto the Tarmac, it didn't take a genious to figure out something bad was about to happen when a Sith Lord showed up. As it stood, he had 0 allies and several potential enemies.


It seemed that he was coming for Why'nn, or Darth Why'nn, as she would technically be called, apparently. Mikel Nurn would fight to defend his daughter, the assassin droid was a wild card, the other imperial agent would probably fight for Mikel Nurn, and Makri Ona was probably going to fight for Trakus. She was likely within his capabilities of defeating, Darth Trakus would probably die to Rin in a one on one fight without the Force, but the Nautolan would definitely be crushed in an all-out fight against him. The disturbing truth about Why'nn's condition revealed itself to him as she addressed Trakus, some sort of split personality problem, a unique divide within her that was causing disruption in the Force. It was probably due to some serious abuse, he assumed, but he didn't have time to think about it. For now, the investigation was to be damned, Alderaan needed to survive a potential Sith attack that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.


Rin decided to stand his ground, but it wasn't time to speak, his colorless reflective eyes bounced between possible friends and foes. The sneaky thing about Nautolans was that nobody could actually tell who they were looking at, except other Nautolans. His saber hummed quietly as his presence in the Force substantially increased, he prepared to defend incoming attacks at a moment's notice.


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Alderaan, Space Port Tarmac


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He had been relatively close to the ship and a quick resolution to the investigation and getting rid of at least Makri to the Peacekeeper, when everything unraveled. 


To say it spiraled out of hand quickly would be an understatement. It seemed like this situation had its own hyperdrive and was on a collision course with the nearest large body it could find. Mikel/Delrick did not have time to fully appreciate or fully follow the situation as it moved. He wanted to confirm with the Peacekeeper that that was indeed Darth Trakus, and now by his own addmission and Makri's, and that he had wanted to kidnap his daughter. If not for overtly nefarious reasons, but kidnap all the same. 


Delrick was grateful that Zerek had been able to take some action and come up with a limited plan, which was better then nothing at this point. All the attention seemed focused on Makri and Why'nn, which he hoped meant the renegade was actually able to get to his ship and use some of the weapons it had. The Jedi was remaining quite and passive, assessing potential threats and allies and observing the situation until a definitive action was needed or action was taken. He would uphold the Jedi code and rule of law as best he could, Delrick would not fault him for that. 


09 was indeed an unknown at this point, his programming seemed to have been lagging behind the sensory input lately. Perhaps he had pushed to hard when he had forcibly rewrote his programming. But one thing he could count on was him being in a rage and unleashing violence in every direction when he came to, since Zerek had given him the green light to enact protocols and a general idea of targets. 


Now Trakus was trying to claim a seat that was not his, usually that meant killing the occupant. And with enough cunning and support of other Council members, that was usually enough to not bring up a despute. But since he was intent on having Why'nn step down, publically it would seem, that led the gray Jedi to believe he did not have enough of either and the fact he was trying to coerce her into stepping aside by threatening a planet screamed of him being desperate. Mikel turned to face the Sith Lord, letting out a long sigh. His right hand rested on the hilt of the blaster on his thigh. "My Lord you would threatened a planet, to wrest a seat from a young girl? Are they so devalued that they may be claimed by anyone with enough brute force? The Sith'ari of old would be ashamed of you lack of cunning and deceit. And skill. That you could not kill the young girl, barely old enough to be an apprentice, let alone a Darth and Dark Council member." He took a few steps towards Trakus as he spoke, moving to put himself between his daughter and the Darth. "How many other seats have you tried to claim only to be pushed aside like the weak pathetic worm you are?" He looked straight ahead, but through the Force he was able to feel just where everyone was. "How did you claim your title of Darth, MY LORD? Did you prove your master's teaching wise and just as you killed him to take his place? Or did you simply wait for the fool to die of old age?" He did look to Makri for a brief moment,before looking back to Trakus. "OR did you have a third party do the work you could not?" This was a form of Don'Moch, used to draw an opponent into making a mistake by picking away at hidden weaknesses, prying at secret fears, or just straight up insulting them to anger and draw them out. This would most certainly work on most everyone in fact, Delrick did not hold out much hope it would have the outright intended fact of casing Trakus to strike at him.


Rin would feel a comfortable tingle in his mind as a voice spoke to him. 'This may or may not work, but Mikel is not your enemy.' And then it was gone, he would not be able to detect the source of the voice, it seemed to speak using his voice and the storm of Force users around him muddled the proverbial waters ever more. Though had it just been Rin and Mikel, he would still have been undetectable to the Peacekeeper. 
 
Alderaan


Trakus laughed. It was one of the few real laughs he actually had. Rarely would he ever laugh, but the words this lot were saying were truly...fun. He finally understood what Makri thought. "I will go ahead and correct a misconception you all seem to have here. I earned my rank of Darth by leading our forces to victory at the Second Battle of Bothawui. My master was too weak to survive, and his death allowed me to ascend to his former rank. And for your daughters position in the council? You seem to be out of the loop, Jedi. Darth Manara was falling out of the councils graces. They sensed a change in her. A change in her daughter, a weakness. If she had not been killed by a droid, they would have removed her. The daughter?" Trakus waved briefly at Whynn. "She is damaged beyond use. The simple fact that she has the influence and power to hold on to a Council seat, without properly finishing her trials, or achieving the proper discipline, is quite laughable. As of this moment, I am a Council member."


Turning to Makri, Trakus dipped his head slightly. "Makri, understand this. You are my agent, you are my blade in the dark. You are a Sith, not whatever she is." He again waved in Whynns direction. "Her purposes would begin and end on a operating table."
 
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For a moment Makri hesitated, though she knew it would cost her later. She could still hear the echoes in the Why'nn's voice, the voice that spoke in the shadows of her mind and she yearned to reach out to it - but her mind still lay in shackles, no more than the slave that once she'd been. No more. Never again. She reached down to her sabers and ran her hand over the remaining hilt to reinforce her strength of will, although a flicker of uncertainty went through her mind when she found one missing. She still wasn't entirely whole; she could remember picking them both up. What else was she wrong about? 


"Your will my Master," she said at last, a smile blooming on her lips. He'd chosen her! She knew he wouldn't just discard her like a favourite carving knife that had developed a crack on its handle. She walked across the tarmac, moving more smoothly with each step as she got used to her injuries. That was a trick the Jedi never seemed to learn, with their Force Healing and their mystic trances; if you simply accepted the pain, there was a power in that too that no one could take away from you. Her back to the Peacekeeper and her hilt resting on her palms, she dropped to one knee and bent her head to the Sith Lord. "Master... can you please get this thing off of me? I feel like half myself." Give her back her connection to the Force and she'd pit herself against any one there and cheerfully.


Of course, she likely would anyway.
 
Alderaan


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Why'nn?  Sanguina?  Both.  United in purpose, her eyes became a vibrant orange and she glared at the Dark Council member.  "An operating table?  Really?  Yeah, sure, let's vivisect or dissect the thing we already know about.  That'll be fun.  And maybe afterward we can all go for drinks at the cantina.  Sounds like a wonderful time."  There was no dual voice this time.  Just a very angry, very conflicted energy.  This united front had not given herself a name, though she seemed to have elements of both personalities.  Walking up beside her father she held up a finger.  "Or, and I'm just brain storming here, you could do the smart thing and not piss off the Jedi Peacekeeper, Republic military, Sith Lords who have stakes in Alderaan, the assassin droid who I'm fairly certain doesn't care who he kills right now as long as he kills someone, the guy I'm pretty sure is getting the weapons operational on the ship currently, and, oh, well, I guess you've already pissed me off.  Not that you care.  You might soon, though."


Her gaze flashed to Makri.  "I don't want to hurt you.  I really don't, but I will if you fight me."


Again, Sanguina's voice spoke in her mind.  "I will stop us from hurting you, Mommy."
 
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Zerek wiped Makri's blood off himself, flicking it to the tarmac, flipping the bird to her, Trakus, and the Imperials reminding them exactly where they should shove it. He walked off, hearing Why'nn's new voice trick, and getting concerned. 'Oh come on... Can this... can this just not happen? Wonder if the Force does time travel? Probably not.' He no longer cared about hiding his Force presence and sped off to his ship faster than a normal man, unlocking it, disarming the security system, and running to the bridge, closing the ramp behind him.


As he got to the bridge, he began booting up the systems he was going to need. 'Engines, weapons, shields, hyperdrive.' He really hated that events had turned out this way, he was just at the end of his rope right now. He set about going through the pre-flight checks and a tracer sweep, making sure his ship flew and no one would try to follow him. He sat down as his ship lurched upwards, hovering above the pad, landing gear up. 'Engines running, twin turbolaser cannons warming up, minigun spinning.' He made peace knowing exactly what he was about to do.


His ship turned away from the landing pad, flying away, only to fly back towards it. Zerek had a target ready for the twin turbolaser cannons, one he would take great joy in hurting. His ship sped over the pad as he fired a shot, aimed at Trakus and his troops, hoping the pressure wave from the ensuing explosion would at least knock out one or both of the opposing Sith. He turned around for another pass, should they need further persuasion.


(Zerek's ship: http://static.planetminecraft.com/files/resource_media/screenshot/1402/CA_Jedi_Ship03_full_6962026.jpg )
 
Alderaan


Rin rotated the hilt of his saber, sending a low vibration through the air. Someone was trying to send him a message through the force, it was about Mikel Nurn, but he couldn't detect the rest of it. The Jedi felt that conflict was inevitable, but he would never be the one to make the first strike. Out of the corner of his eye, Zerek dashed off to his ship with force-enhanced speed. Another Force user in his presence, Mikel Nurn was starting to seem a lot more like a Sith Lord or a Grey Jedi than an Imperial agent. Even Trakus referred to him as Jedi, it didn't seem to be an insult or deceit either. That must have been it then, Nurn must be some sort of Grey Jedi, one who had a daughter with... Darth Manara. A foggy name in a mental database of literally thousands of Sith.


As Zerek's ship approached, Rin realized what was about to happen, he also realized that the resulting turbolaser fire had a decent chance of severely harming Mikel Nurn, his daughter, the assassin droid, and Makri. In a moment of hasty decision making and crude force use, the Peacekeeper leapt backward several dozen feet, using the Force to propel himself backward. While still in his backward trajectory, he extended his hand and made a fist, pulling back suddenly as if he were tugging on a rope. The idea was that he would use Force Pull to drag all persons in front of him backwards with him, in reality they were either pulled much too hard, or so little that they might feel a weak tug on their backs. In the distance an alarm sounded and the small armada of law enforcement cruisers could be seen redirecting themselves towards the group's location. Soon Mikel Nurn and his ship would be again swarmed with a battalion of counter terrorism units, except this time their air support was coming as well. Whatever the outcome of this situation was, he definitely wasn't going to be allowed back on Alderaan.


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Alderaan


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As she was pulled back, her lithe form too light to give much resistance to the force exerted upon her, she was able to connect more with the Light Side and Why'nn pushed Sanguina back.


Why'nn landed, hard, on her back and the air was knocked out of her. For a moment she stared at the ceiling, wondering how she ended up in this situation. Would she die today? It wasn't the worst option. After all, she wouldn't have to be here anymore if she died. Zerek's assault rocked the landing pad. She considered, in her dazed state, running into the line of fire. No more dealing with Trakus or her fears... But her body wasn't responding as quickly as she'd like so she stayed on her back a moment more.
 
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Grabbing Makri, Trakus threw them both forward using the force, while the three troopers were killed in the blast. Putting Makri on the ground, Trakus ignited his lightsaber and rushed forward. If he was close enough to this lot, it would diminish the chances of the ship firing on them again.


"So it seems your friend there has little care for the lives of this world's people. Fine by me, I have been looking to test my new soldiers against a living populace."
 
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Why'nn stepped beside him, it was good to see her taking a stand, and he would follow her lead, drawing his blaster and brought it to a very low ready position. 'No matter what happens, you have stayed my daughter.'


Mikel shook his head at the reasoning behind Trakus claiming his title. To the Agent, while good Intel and would fill in wholes later, did not really care about how he claimed his title. He was buying time for Zerek to get on his ship and bring it to bare on the Sith. "So you could not face your master personal combat, so you simply waited for infirmity and nature to take its course." He gave a derisive single laugh. "You are pathetic, a weak imposter claiming a thing he had not earned." 


He heard the renegade's ship start and leave the pad, and for a moment he thought he may have misjudged the character of Zerek. But when the Hammerhead came back around and fired the twin turbo-lasers he knew he had not. 


This is when time seemed to slow, he watched the bolts of energy and plasma streak towards Darth Trakus and his minions. Saw Makri kneeling before her Lord. He felt the tug, as if Why'nn was pulling on his coat, but from his periphery the movement of her arms and legs struck him as odd. He felt the surge in the Force as the Jedi took action, it was not focused, it broad and hasty, but he was attempting to save people.


Then time quickly sped back to its normal pacing.


The pull was not strong enough to move Mikel but a few steps back. The resulting explosion from the strafeing run did knock him back onto the ground however, the Agent tried to maintain line of sight on the Sith, but the momentary debris cloud and smoke made that difficult. Mikel would the closet to Trakus as he emerged from the smoke, all the others would be behind the Agent. He would be the wall between them. 
 
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Aldeeran


Emerging from the smoke, Trakus looked up into the air above them, watching as the three ships in orbit began to move into optimal firing positions. Turning his head back to the assembled group, Trakus spread his hands out to either side of him, his saber still ignited. "You may say what you want about me, coward, failure, impostor, usurper. But in the end, those are just words, words spoken from the mouth of a simple man trying to grasp to his supposed superiority, and fighting to survive in a galaxy that he does not belong to."


Lowering his hands, he began to walk towards the group, even as the first pods began to be fired. Crashing down in the city, and other cities, large creatures, twice as tall as a normal man, with pure red skin, and armed with an assortment of barbaric weapons, began to expand from their landing zones, killing anything that came in their path.


"Watch as this world burns, Jedi..."
 
Alderaan


Makri was kneeling before her master praying he had the codes to remove this thing from her head when something suddenly made her look up to see a gunship stooping for its attack run. Wait... this was actually happening? She was still staring up at her inevitable demise when she felt a feeble tug on her shoulders. What- who was that? She looked around for the person trying to get her attention and saw the others scatter back out of the arc of fire. Then Darth Trakus roared and flung them both forward out of the impact zone as the ground erupted behind her. The Sith was stunned and a little slow to lift her head; by the time it lifted the Master had run on ahead and was closely engaged by the Nurn. And she still had this thing on her head, blocking her connection to the Force! She took hold of it and yanked, desperate to feel that power just once more - then shrieked as a concentrated electrical burst was zapped into her head.


Smoldering, Makri rose to her feet and began walking toward the confrontation ahead of them. She may only be half a Sith, but she was a blade in the dark and she was done being an empty husk. The crimson blade sprang to life with a snap-hiss and she dropped instinctively into a combat crouch as she reached the Master's right hand side and directed a malevolent glare at the Nurn opposite them. She could still feel that shock in her skull. "The Darth Trakus tried to resolve this peacefully, small agent. He sent me, but when I spoke his words there was nothing but negativity and resistance." Strictly speaking some of the resistance had come after she had drawn her lightsabers, but Makri has never been a details person. "You ignored his message, now deal with the man and know that this is on you." Even without looking away she could see the streaks of fire in the sky, the beastpods descending toward Alderaan's cities. Yet however bad the bloodshed here today, it would be nothing compared to the reignited war that would surely follow. And Makri was right here in the heart of it!


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Alderaan


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Why'nn stared at the ceiling a moment more before she slowly got to her feet, shaking her head.  "I think, the obvious answer, Darth Impostor, is that you had Makri with you and you stayed around to trade banter."  Her words were clear enough to hear and understand, but it was obvious she still fought with Sanguina for control.  "Now... I'd rather her not go with you for the simple fact that you're kind of a dick.  Okay, I'm understating there.  You're a tyrannical, self-serving asshole with an inferiority complex.  Who else brings ships full of their pet science projects when going after an apprentice and a little girl?  If you actually came to negotiate you wouldn't have done this.  And I'm quite sure that the other Dark Council members will not enjoy your work here today."


The girl reached for her saberstaff, her eyes narrowing.  "Now, you've perverted the nature of one or two beings enough.  I'm going to let the Republic do with you as they will.  For now, I'm going to go kill your pets."  With no further word she turned and made her way toward the exit.
 
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The boarding ramps hydraulics hissed as it slowly lowered, shuddering as it touched the ground. Errin squinted momentarily as his visor adjusted to the bright natural light from Dantooine's sun. He slowly walked down the ramp, comprehension filling his mind as he saw Chuka draw the circle in the sand. He spread out his arms when he reached the edge of the makeshift arena. "A duel, vod? Classic mando, I like it. It show's who's the strongest member, huh? I can play your game." He pressed a button on his gauntlet and all his weapons dropped to the surface, the only exception being his shatter rifle which he placed carefully. Then, he flicked a switch and his gauntlets opened, revealing two energy spike modules. He smiled under the helmet as he ejected them onto the ground below him with another push of a button, the gauntlets closing shut once more. 


He took two steps into the arena and raised a solid guard, knees slightly bent for lower center of gravity, which meant more stability. He circled around the perimeter of the arena, keeping a trained eye on Illya, reading her muscles every twitch, even beneath the armor. He would not wait for her to approach first, as he advanced in two swift strides and launched a feint kick to her right side, quickly correcting and stabilizing himself to kick hard at her left. The strike was lightning fast, and he recovered quickly, putting some distance between him and Illyia once more, shifting his stance slightly. "Bring it on..." he muttered. 
 
Alderaan 


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Mikel got to his feet quickly, raising his heavy blaster pistol to aim at Trakus as he moved towards the group. "You wanted to take the Sith, you have her at your side. Why'nn is not a Darth, and is not a council member." He watched as the pods crashed in to the city, the smoke plumes going up like sign posts. "The Emperor will not be pleased with your actions. Many on the Dark Council have strong interests on this planet," His breathing slowed as he took aim at the Sith's chest. "You have only increased the number of enemies from the council." 'Zerek anytime you want to bring those weapons to bare, would be great for me.' The Agent took a step back and glanced over his shoulder to the Peacekeeper. "I don't think he can hear you right now. I am an Imperial Agent in the Imperial Intelligence, if I were a Jedi they would have weeded me out years ago." He saw movement out the corner of his eye, and he heard Why'nn state her intentions. 'Good girl, stop those monstrosities.' There was a wave of pride in his chest as his daughter ran towards the pods. He watched, without moving his head at all, until he could no longer see her. The threats and statements made by Makri he ignored, she was the least of his concerns on his threat scale. Without her Force connection she was just an angry girl with a lightsaber, liable to hurt herself in a fight. 


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Chuka stood silently as the Clanless Mando descend the ramp and walk across the wind swept grasslands. "This is not to determine who is stongest, it is about who has the most honor..." The older warrior shook his helmeted head as Errin started dropping weapons on the ground, like a junk barge shedding refuse, he continued speaking while Errin prepared himself. "As you are Clanless, Illya will determine the weapons for this duel." He motioned to this equal with his left hand, about to ask her preference even though he already knew what it was. But when Errin struck without warning. "ENOUGH!" The double Vibro-sword in his hand snapped its blades free and he entered the circle separating the two fighters. "Ibic Kelir cuyir ti ijaat ra not sha an!" (This will be done with Honor or not at all!) His stance between the Clanless and Illya left no room for argument, and as Errin was thoroughly without weapons, save his armor and his hand an feet, he was at a very clear disadvantage. "Cuyir ibac utrel'a?" (Is that clear?)
 
Alderaan


The Jedi could see Customs Officers start to filter through the narrow gaps between spaceships in the distance, soon they would be regrouped and they'd surround the scene, shouting commands and aiming their weapons. He wasn't sure it would be quick enough, however. With mutant monsters falling onto the planet's surface, the Alderaan military and law enforcement would be tangled in battle. High above in the atmosphere, several frigate class Repiblic ships could be seen swarming the dreadnoughts, deploying clusters of fighters and bombers to wear away at the ships' shields and defense weaponry. Out of sight, Republic warships were blinking into Alderaan's orbit out of hyperspace. The dreadnoughts wouldn't be able to stay much longer, or else they'd be overwhelmed. Laser batteries began opening fire on the pods as they descended to the planet, some of them exploding in the air, raining metal and flesh on the ground below, it seemed that battle was erupting all over the planet's surface.


Ahead, he could see Agent Nurn being charged by Darth Trakus. He was compelled to assist, when the Sith Makri scrambled to her feet on Nurn's flank. Without putting anymore thought into how 2v1 doesn't usually go in the favor of the one, the Jedi sprinted forward with inhuman ability spurred onward by the force. He slid across the asphalt on his feet and the dust and debris kicked up in a trail behind him. He held his saber upward, pointing down at the woman's torso. "You are no match for me, Sithling, this assault on Alderaan will not last, you will be defeated or apprehended here one way or another. Surrender now and face your judgement with honor." Rin truly did not wish to fight, ever, but he would not let Mikel Nurn stand alone when being the victim of undue violence. Alderaan police cruisers were on the scene above, a couple of them zipped by overhead in pursuit of Zerek, while others merely hovered as they prepared to deploy officers on the ground.


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HK-50-09 was just about to cripple his Target's legs when he felt the large pistol tear from his (admittedly flimsy) grip. He wasn't prepared for a Force Push either , failing to magnetize his feet in time and landing flat on his back as a result. The lithe assassination droid lept back to his feet an entirely too long three seconds later , photoreceptors somehow finding a way to glow an almost frighteningly furious red. After that , everything seemed to happen in rapid succession - all too rapid.


First , everyone just seemed to be displeasedly jealous of him. 'As they should be! I'm superior to every single one of them!' Then a Sith Lord the former Sith Assassin droid truthfully didn't recognize appeared , talking in something that purely sounded like 'blast me now' to Oh-Nine's bloodthirsty mind. And then hordes of what he thought were Massassi warriors seemed to - and actually did - fall from the sky. 'Why the Raxus Core would this idiot Sith be using them? A droid is miles better- less unpredictable , more precise and easier to maintain. Blast , I should kill him just for being so stupid , let alone daring to assert that he's superior to ME.' Being knocked to the ground two more times - by his idiotic brother *and* a Force Pull that he wasn't prepared for - only served to displease him even more , though it did bring him out of an almost Catatonic state. However , now that he finally registered he was able and allowed to attack from everyone (not that he needed the permission by this point) , he wasn't even sure who was his primary target - between the swarming Massassi warriors , the rapidly descending joint Alderaan-Republic Counter terrorism units , two Sith , a Sith pretending to be a Jedi , the Peacekeeper and what he was sure was an actual Jedi , he wanted to kill everyone on the landing pad.


So that's exactly what the Class-four droid did , yanking his Medium Repeater off his shoulder and indiscrimately firing upon everyone afore him. The only thing louder than the ringing shots were his various Rakatani war criess - though being father to the right than the rest proved to mean that he required a wide arc to hit all intended targets. Roughly six bolts were heading towards the five Force users (with nearly all being directed towards the head and torso) , while another ten hit various Massassi and Alderaani police. Already , he needed to jam in a second charge - and he only had 3 , for the charges designed for his favored weapon proved to be quite large. 'Raxus Core! These fripping things need larger ammunition capacity! though , at least the fripping barrels don't melt like they did before 3,879..' 
 
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Zerek turned his ship around to for another pass as his coms went crazy thanks to all the law enforcement on his tail. He quickly answered the call for exactly one reason. Venting. "Oh NOW you lazy fuckwits want to help and you've got the wrong guy! Here's an idea, FOCUS ON THE SITH LORD!" He focused his statement through the Force to try and get some of them off his tail. Zerek aimed his significantly less explosion-prone minigun at Trakus, seeing that Makri was otherwise occupied.


At seeing 09 start firing at random, he contacted his berserk brother, just a little ever-so-slightly absolutely livid. "FUCK'S SAKE 09, I SAID SITH! Focus on Trakus, he's the biggest pain in the ass right now. Everyone else can wait and if you kill Nurn I will fucking LEAVE YOUR ASS HERE. Got it?" He performed his strafing run on Trakus, sending nice lead slugs flying at the Sith lord's general area, aiming the gun so Delrick and the others would be safe, Trakus and Makri, however, would need to deal with the hail of bullets. Seeing that he still had law enforcement on the horn, he groaned at the craft still chasing him. "Heeey, if you guys could do your job and protect the planet by blasting those pods and the weird red things that come out of them? Yeah, that'd be great... Fuckers." He spotted Why'nn go off to fight the creatures, groaning again. "Y'know, when I give out orders, I'd love it if people listened to them more. Stay on the ship, kill the monsters. Don't sound remotely the same, do they? It's like I'm dealing with a bunch of 09s." Zerek shuddered at the mental image of a swarm of HK-50-09s, all gloating about how they were the best and made no mistakes despite constantly fucking up. And they wonder why they only made nine. He was ready to peel off and help Why'nn fight monsters at this point, staying to see if 09 would finally shift focus to a single target.
 
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Why'nn heard the Rakatani cries paired with the telltale firing of a repeater and hit the ground, rolling into cover behind a cargo container.  Slipping into her second most familiar tongue (Rakatani), she yelled at the crazed droid, "Pick a side, fucker!"  At that she ignited her saberstaff and rushed into the conflict, beginning to cut down the monstrosities.  She would have liked to have mercy upon them.  Their lives couldn't have been easy.  However, right now it was their comfort vs the innocents of Alderaan so she didn't really have a choice.


Perhaps she would've liked to help her father and the Peacekeeper.  Actually, she would've loved to help them.  However, she knew her skills couldn't hold up to a Darth's and she wasn't about to put herself in a situation where she could be used against her father.  No, she would fight what she knew she could beat, maybe try to make it clear to the Republic that the Empire itself wasn't trying to reignite the war.


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Illya growled, defending against Errin's offense.  "Gar ganar nayc ijaat!" (You have no honor!)  She glared at the honorless, clanless man.  "Nayc. Nayc koor." (No. No deal.)  She shook her head and stepped out of the circle, beginning to pick up her weapons, replacing them in holsters or slinging them across her back.
 
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HK-50-09 didn't bother to respond to the Why'nn girl , though it did surprise him to hear his own language directed back at him. 'Where the Raxus did she learn MY language? Is she one of those Fleshsack fools who bury themselves in books , or did Oh-One teach her because he sees some worth she doesn't have? She isn't even smart enough to realize that these 'sides' of hers are nothing but foolish posturing by individuals too inferior to accomplish anything alone!' 


Oh-Nine heard his 'Brother's' words just as he slammed another clip in , practically growling before turning on the internal comms pick up and replying. "Displeasure : Blast you and your orders! I'll kill whomever I wish to , and if that isn't who you think I should you can go to Raxus and stay there , because I'm superior to you in every way and you couldn't possibly ever order ME! I'll kill Delrick if I want to and getting off this Raxus-Forsaken rock without you won't be of any difficulty because , unlike you , I actually have some skill! And then I'll come and kill you too just for daring to leave me behind!" As usual , his voice proved to be more defensive than rageful. He didn't care to use Delrick's assumed name - why bother? 'Psuedonyms have to be the most idiotic thing Fleshsacks ever invented. Why try to hide your identity? You can't be superior being someone else!' 


The assassin droid , despite his words , did end up directing his Attack at the so-called 'Darth'. After all , if he killed him - the strongest , or so the Scion of the Sith assumed - first , all the rest would have to submit to him by virtue of his pure might. He didn't use the Repeater anymore - blasting a Sith Lord of this Trakus' power was never a good idea. Instead , he yanked his bolt action slugthrower off his shoulder and laid the repeater where it was. Before firing the magazine of 10 , he tossed a gas grenade in the pair's direction , hoping to at least obscure the direction the carefully-aimed projectiles where arriving from long enough for them to arrive at their destination - mostly the skull and torso. 
 
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Without her contact with the Force, Makri felt like a girl who'd had her legs sliced off; yet she was still trained with the saber and if her reflexes were near as dull as her first year as a student even a Sith Student was a foe that was dangerous to ignore. Or so she told herself, squaring off with the Jedi Peacekeeper as he ran towards her. She made no move to attack him, but held her crimson blade en garde with an odd unsettling smile. She wouldn't leave the Master at the mercy of the Jedi and the Nurn, and the darthling had already run off to chase the Master's pets. That left her to guard his flank... but she knew that her training would only carry her so far without the fuel it was designed for.


That was when the psychotic droid that had just been beating her decided to intervene, apparently pouting at having his new favourite punching bag stolen away. Some instinct led her to move her head precisely three inches to the left and turn just so... and that was what saved her from a blaster bolt aimed directly into her skull. Instead it blasted lengthways into the circlet around her head, critically damaging it and she hurriedly reached up as it went hot against her skin. Wrenching it off, she sent it flipping towards the Peacekeeper barely two seconds before it exploded - and began to laugh as the Force poured back into her. 


Makri Ona was frozen on a million points of liquid fire that penetrated her skin all over her battered body, rushed into her veins and brought her back to life. She felt that sweet pain as she felt the ache from her cracked ribs, and she embraced both of them with equal fervor. When at last her yellow eyes refocused, they blazed at the Jedi above a broad smile as she harnessed the joy of her restored power and aimed it at his throat. "Mmmm... I've tasted slavery before. I think I'll pass," she laughed. The young Sith leapt into the air and came at the Nautolan with a flurry of saber strikes; a blurring cascade of dozens upon dozens at impossible speed. Any one of them could injure him severely if he failed to parry them, but she wasn't truly moving in for the kill - not yet at least. She was simply keeping him tied down while she felt out the limits of his capablities - and of her own.


She was aware of the gas grenade even as it landed, but obscuring the landscape proved a two-edged sword. Makri was a devotee of the Juyo form of lightsaber combat, and with the dark side to guide her movements she was simply too unpredictable in her leaping, flowing motions for blind fire to bother her at all. 
 
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Why'nn was grateful the assassin droid decided to fight the Sith. As she sliced through one of the monstrosities she noticed the soldiers seemed uncertain of which foe to focus on and it was costing them. Her eyes narrowed.


"Leave the offending Sith to the Peacekeeper and Agent. Your job is now contain and destroy. Concentrate fire on the monstrosities. Keep them from leaving the spaceport!" All of this was said with liberal use of the Force to command and the soldiers, either too panicked to think straight or desperate for direction, listened immediately. Unfortunately, giving this missive distracted Why'nn long enough that a hybrid got in close and raked her back with its claws.


Why'nn was angry. Sanguina was furious. Gold turned to crimson as Sanguina whirled and began slicing off the thing's limbs. "You. Do. Not. Change. Master's work!" When she was done the thing was just a torso with a head, looking at her in confusion and fear. Sanguina giggled and grabbed It with the Force, flinging it at Trakus. "I thought your pets would be more fun!"


A thought came into her mind then and she looked up at one of the creatures as it charged her. "Stop." It did. She giggled. "Good boy. Be a good boy and let me ride you. We're going to fight your brothers and master." Obediently, the towering beast stooped to allow her to climb into its shoulders. It roared and charged toward its fellows. Atop it, Sanguina grinned. As they were in the midst of the fray once more she danced upon her mount's broad shoulders, bringing her blades to bear on her enemies' heads.
 
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Rin suddenly felt the Sith girl's presence in the Force reappear, she either was hiding it before or something was physically restricting it. Regardless, she was a wounded stray, dangerous and unpredictable, but unrefined and thoughtless. "Very well." Rin confirmed her statement, indeed she might not be imprisoned, but she was also probably going to be dead if he needed to deal with her immediately. For now he would play along, until he was needed elsewhere. Assuming the Djem So style, Rin became a sphere of Force energy and saber parries. His minds was empty, save the reactions to her attacks and his connection to the Force. He didn't hear the droid mention the name Delrick. Her attacks were wild, which is precisely how he preferred it in this counter-attacking style. He was quick enough to react to her strikes with relative ease. She was fast, but he was fast and practiced, at times it felt like he would arrive to block or parry before she even started her next strike, he monitored her muscle tone and kinesics, they betrayed her and told him how she would attack next. His arms moved so quickly they seemed to blur as his green saber streaked to each block and parry. His feet were hardly moving, though, just enough to re-position himself for the next strike by centimeters. It was like his body was in slow motion, except for his arms and saber.


He studied her chaotic pattern for several more seconds before suddenly counter attacking for the first time, it was like a coiled viper finally struck out, fangs bared. He had just blocked an attack with the hilt of his saber in the air, the blade pointed down and to his left. The second her saber deflected off of his, he stepped forward with his right foot, twisting his hips to face forward and brought the hilt of his saber down in a waxing crescent moon, striking for her left hand with a seamless transition from defense to offense. As he committed to his one handed strike, his left palm extended and he yelled, pushing with moderate intensity through the focused conduit of his palm with the Force.


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Trakus was growing agitated. What should have been a quick trade off had quickly gone down hill due to the arrogance and need to insult others this lot had proven to have. It was mostly childish, and such actions only proved to give Trakus a headache.


Pulling his saber from the body of a Republic soldier, Trakus turned and flung his hand out, and a sudden pulse of sith lightning into a group of soldiers trying to flank him. As their screams echoed across the battlefield, Trakus turned his attention up to see a second wave of drop pods flying into orbit, landing in far off cities, as well as in the forests of the world.


"Makri, we need to depart now, before the Republic rally too many forces against us."


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Somewhere among the chaos and confusion of the fighting, Fali managed to get a few things from the cargo bay and creep his way over to an unoccupied ship.  A bit of hacking to get it open, and to make sure he could actually start the damn thing, and he was ready for part two of his plan.  And it was about time.


Fali reached into his mouth, and pulled out a small, sharp surgical knife he'd snuck from the med bay on Delrick's ship.  He took the knife, and cut a small incision into the back of his neck.  A small tug, and the neural inhibitor implanted in his neck came right out.  Oh, it was good to be connected to the Force again.


To anyone who was force sensitive, the new prescence would be immediately noticable.  While it was strong, it wasn't immensely strong, however the prescence's strength wasn't what was unique about it.  What was unique was how steeped in the dark side it was.  In many ways it bore a similarity to Sanguina's prescence, being the same in some ways, and different in others.


Not a full minute after the prescence appeared, three tendrils of red light wrapped around one of the monstrosities harassing Sanguina, ripping it's body to pieces.  A soft impact sounded next to Sanguina atop her new pet's head, and the tendrils began to dance between the beasts alongside her.  Slowly, "Fali" faded into view.


"Hello My Dear.  I apologize for taking a few kills that are rightfully yours, but it was so wonderful to see you having such fun that I couldn't help but to join in."  His voice lowered so that only she could hear.  "Whenever you're ready, I have a ship ready to go at the far end of the spaceport.  Not luxurious by any means, but very fast.  Enough for you, me..."  he grinned and nodded towards the young Sith Sanguina had claimed as a surrogate mother. "And one more, if you feel so inclined."
 
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