"Execute order 66" With those simple words, myriad Jedi and Padawans had fallen under the trigger of a blaster. They were all but purged from the galaxy. Survivors, desperate to live on hid, in exile and scattered to distant, remote planets. The Galactic Senate had crumbled, giving way to the Empire.
It is the 26th century and the year is 16BBY. Three years have passed since the Great Jedi Purge and balance must return to the Force Secretly, Jedi are roaming the galaxy to find Padawans, a new generation to train in the ways of the light side of the Force. A rebellion is forming and those once undiscovered in the Wild Space and the Unexplored Sector are now making their voices heard.
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The Jedi Padawans Riti and Vox had felt a pained cry coming from somewhere in wild space. A living ship is being attacked by a biomechanoid ship known as a REAPER. The newly established Paisley Squadron are on a mission to defeat the Reaper and rescue the destressed living ship. A small group means to board the Reaper and assist in destroying its Mass Effect Core.
Dvorak Seti watched the lightsaber come down in a flash of blue-white, and his mind latched on to the strange notion that the blade was a strangely serene colour for one so dark and evil. But he couldn't deny the iciness inherent in the cold hue of the light.
He brought his own pale violet lightsaber up to block. The power with which Kappan brought his weapon down smashed down upon the small gelfling with such force hs felt as if his teeth cracked. He flung his hand out, to make the little unconscious salarian slide across the cold metal ground of The Drachma. Just a few feet, just to get him out of the reach of danger for the next few seconds.
He looked up at Kappan, his heart ached at all the pain radiating out of the Sanghilli. "...I wish nothing but peace for your troubled soul, Kappan. It's not impossible." Still, his shaking arms held the lightsaber up to block Kappan's strength. He poured all his force Push into it, just to keep from getting crushed. "But know this." He said through gritted teeth that started to ache. "I will not fail!"
Across the ship's cargo hull, the white Twi'Lek Striation was having trouble with an elderly Aleena who was, quite literally, a pain in her neck. Master Oolong had managed to gather up all her force lightning and redirect it toward her. She raised her long red lightsaber to catch the lightning, a tactic she was quite fond of, but the power sent by Oolong's attack knocked the weapon from her fist and sent it clattering to the ground. No matter, she still had her short black darksaber. She reached out with the Force, and tried to lifted the elderly master into the air by the throat. And then she aimed to do worse.
Post by darrylkappanchimera on Jun 16, 2017 16:52:40 GMT -8
"You already have!" His four jaws opening in a intimidating growl; he would not be pitied when he was so closed to victory. Moving his feet and thighs to a forty-five degree samurai angle, to pressure down force energy into the locked blades. He would indeed crush the small Jedi yet, especially if the creature did not try to escape.
No matter, there was another target.
His rage was direct, cunning, and had no semblance of a berserk. He could still take collected action, noticing the small ant-like alien pushed away by the force. His now pain-filled hand reached out with force bring him back into his clutch. "What is one more life." He cackled something foul, a deep seated. He didn't have much time before the venom worsened.
The red blade had been disarmed, giving Oolong and ounce of relief, allowing him to collect all the positivity he'd lost on this deserted planet, alone. His jadedness seemed to be fading in the company of Dvorak. This newfound positivity allowed him to withstand and deflect the attempt of a force choke, pulsating the nightside. This also meant his Qiluun fighting style would be at its peak. "There is no Fear." He started over, heading towards Striation in what looked like an uninterruptible dance. "There is..." He pushed his hilt towards her, knowing she'd make some kind of aggressive or tricky move. Qiluun allowed him to feel the energies and emotions dictating her movements.
Post by Dvorak-Kevik-Vermin on Jun 16, 2017 17:37:17 GMT -8
Dvorak watched Kappan's attention needle onto Etom. He took this chance to jump up. He aimed to land on Kappan's arm. He ran up the muscled limb, dragging his light saber behind him to cut up lengthwise into Kappan's armor, into his arm. He knew from the first time, when he tried to take out Kappan's legs, that the armor was very strong and tough so he made certain to push as much strength as he could into cutting into the arm. He ran to the shoulder, to the neck. He pulled his small bone and wood hunting dagger from his belt and thrust with all his strength, wanting to sink the hard, natural blade into Kappan's exposed eye.
"There is an old fool," Striation completed his sentence, in mockery of his precious code. She crouched down, pressed her hand to the ground then flipped back to get out of his range. As she passed, the picked up her fallen saber but she did not activate it. She hurried backward, toward one of the halls that lead deeper into the ship.
Post by darrylkappanchimera on Jun 28, 2017 1:18:03 GMT -8
Agility, a noticeable weakness in the bushido sith, but Ship Commander Kappan was ever resourceful. One had to be cunning to command a fleet as complex as 'The Discord'. Still, there was no evading or wiggling around the sly slice up his arm. This Thracian's climbing was to nimble to predict, but the Sangheili could plan. Bracing the slice, seething the pain, he used it to fuel his rage, regardless of the bloodloss, Kappan only need a few more moments to finish this. Waiting for the Gelfling to get close enough for his innate four jaws to lash a snapping jaw at the critter's tiny arms, hoping to bite on off. Regardless, it would prevent him loosing an eye. Kappan was reckless, angry, and vicious. D'vorak would have to be careful, but the battle was in his favour for now.