Asyeline Skyrah wrote:The massive white blade loomed in his vision, and Lannister could do nothing to avoid it. A million thoughts flashed through his mind, but he realized it was his life. And as long as his life of seven thousand years was, it went by so fast. He knew the end was here. The blade tore through his armor, penetrated the flesh, destroying organs within, and breaching the back, disintergrating his spine, and breaking through the armor at the back. There was no time to scream, there was barely enough room to even gasp, and all he could do was stand there, staring into the eyes of his killer as his life slipped away quickly. When the blade was withdrawn from his chest, Lannister fell lifeless to the ground. Kilraiin cried out, "Lannister!"

He was barely able to protect himself when Dumas Shamdir's attack comes at him. Gathering the protective field around himself, he absorbs the Force Repulse, but in doing so he had to remove the protection around Celina and Zemear, and now there was no one to keep Galloran at bay as Kilraiin had to recover from Dumas' assault. His brother in arms was fallen, perhaps it was his turn. He will have to hold them back. They cannot get past him. He will not fail Asyeline. He threw everything he had into this Push, hurling it at Dumas, while doing so, he lowered himself and charged at Galloran, slamming into him bodily, using a combination of protecting his body with the Force and his body armor. He yells towards Celina and Zemear, "Fly, young ones! Fly!"

Kilraiin held his sabers at the ready, blades sparking, his matching blue eyes shone with intensity as he prepared to make a final stand. The Brhani Templars will not have victory here today. "You...shall not...pass."

"SQUEAK!" Hammie was thrown off Gavrilon, stunned but alive. He slammed right into Hexecter's face and fell into his arms, unconscious. The hamster's last thought before passing out was must...protect....Hexecter.... Things were looking bleak for the Ageless who sought to protect Celina now.

Hexecter Hue wrote:By the time the heroic hamster had intervened, Gavrilon’s vice-like grip around Hexecter’s neck had already caused his vision to start fading to black. The next thing Hex could remember after that, was coughing uncontrollably on the ground, but finally being able to breath. As he pushed himself up off the floor, he could see the dust begin to rise, and looked up towards Gavrilon, just in time to get a slap in the face from his furry pal. Catching the limp hamster in his arms, Hex quickly raised his little friend to his ear to check for a tiny heartbeat. He let out a sigh of relief, finding that Hammie was still alive, and gently placed him in his pocket before standing back up.

Having missed the events of the last minute, Hex had a quick peek around to find Gavrilon looking worse-off than he was a moment ago, but certainly no less furious, and also one of the valiant blue protective knights lying lifelessly on the floor. This very much lessened the odds of being able to keep Celina from harm, but that didn’t mean it was not worth trying. As Hex was looking upon the fallen one, he noticed that, from an outstretched hand, rolled one of the knight’s signature blue lightsabers. He focused on the weapon, and used the Force to yank it through the air, catching it in his own hand.

Hexecter was unarmed no more, but what difference would it make against such powerful and experienced adversaries, and how far would he be willing to go, in order to stop them? It was not as if his saber skills were even that good, and he had really only ever relied on weapons as defensive tools. Even in the recent attack from the Seven Deadly Sith, he had not struck down anything that was not already truly dead, and so to date, had been fortunate enough to have never taken a life. Still, he stood ready to defend himself, and his friends, and ignited the lightsaber to show that he meant business.

Anna wrote:Zemear's eyes fell down to the much shorter form of Celina. He gave her a look that told her, he'd be that barricade to stop those attempting to harm her. He wasn't the best at comforting people, or being gentle. Actually, Celina had been one of the few that had gotten him to speak...even when he had a voice. Being cursed like this made him with now, that he had of used his voice more, spoken more words when his voice was free, and did not tax him so.

But right now, that was not important. Zemear loathed to leave the last remaining Ageless protector behind to be slaughtered like the first, but he also did not want to put Celina in danger. This... was a difficult choice. With quick, yet deliberate movements, the large Epikanthix youth reached up and drew one of his massive vybro long swords. The sound of metal against the sheath was a challenging one, and intimidating one to any lesser fighter.

He held the blade in a firm left handed grip before him, thumbing in on and watching the sharpened double edges blur as the thing began to vibrate rapidly. Zemear did not, for one second, doubt his swordsmanship. His abilities in the force was another matter. His large hand encircled Celina's much smaller one, gently as he lightly pulled her behind him and began backing up slowly.

He set his sights Dumas' flying body, brandishing his blade, and keeping it held out before him, making sure the Templars knew he held it, and was prepared to use it. He didn't reach for any of his other weapons, the other blade against his back, the two sickle shaped curved blades at his back, his daggers, nor the firearm he had strapped crossways against his chest and side...

But the blade was a distraction, and Zemear wasn't leaving.. just yet.

Taralorn Melvarrik wrote:Dumas was thrown back by the Push, and somewhat amazed that his own counterpush was overpowered by the Fahruun Knight's. It has been a day of surprises for the Brhani Templars so far; First, Eshtelan was killed by Lannister, and though his death had been avenged by Galloran Shamdir, the bitter taste of loss and increased danger did not lessen, in fact, it only seemed to get stronger. But that perhaps can be blamed on the fact that after so long, after thousands of years of peace, Ageless were beginning to kill one another again. Galloran for example, had never taken the life of a fellow Ageless for the last three thousand years. The taste and the smell was a new experience for him all over again, an unpleasant one. In all honesty, he would have preferred that the Fahruun Knights had not intervened, Lannister was a distant cousin of his, and killing him did not quieten his now enraged spirit. It only served to drive him further now. He wondered why he'd been so tolerant of them before, they're all weaklings and children to him. Children playing at powers they could barely comprehend, and Lannister paid the price for his lack of experience. Something which, even in a maddened state, cannot be denied to Galloran. It led to his prolonged survival amongst these pathetic beings that Taralorn had forced them to live alongside with, to treat them as equals, rather than their inferiors.

Dumas circled himself in the air and landed on his feet, skidding backwards. He drove his right palm into the ground to help slow him down, and when he stopped, he rose up to his feet and drew out a blackened steel kris from a small leather sheath latched to his belt. Kilraiin's charge knocked Galloran away, but failed to send the white-armored Ageless off his feet. Using the momentum and the forced change of direction, the Templar brought himself around and placed himself beside his blood brother. In the short respite from both sides, the combatants took up their places once more. Dumas noted Kilraiin's stance and readyness. He was not afraid to die here, at the very least, proving himself worth of the Blue Tabard. What surprised him was the young Epicanthix, brawny and built like a tank, and Gavrilon's prey, the human, Hexecter Hue. They'd both armed themselves now, and stood ready to join the Fahruun Knight. Though the outcome of their choice was certain, they'd earned Dumas Shamdir's respect for their courage, and integrity. He clasped the handle of his kris with the blade held downwards to his heart, and he bowed his head low. "Though you will surely die if you choose to stay and fight, mortals, I salute you and shall grant you an honorable death."

Setting his stance in the Mo'jheng-ho battleform, Dumas spread his legs apart and lowered his body to the ground, left palm pressing to the floor, and right arm with kris held back, blade angled. Once he leaps, his quarry will not see their death as it comes, he is that fast. Galloran ignited his lightlance and held it up high in the charge position. He will run them all through, Dumas may respect them now, but Galloran will not be as kindly as his brother. They will all pay for Eshtelan's blood on their hands. He smiled grimly, their scents filling his brain, telling him their emotions. The boys were grim and determined, prepared to do their duty, for a princess that doesn't even know about her heritage. Celina's fear was apparent for all to see nevermind smell, it was sweet and spicy to the Ageless. Galloran smelled the fear in Hexecter and Zemear as well, yes, their faces said otherwise, but their eyes held doubt, they knew whom they were facing. The only one who truly lacked fear, was Kilraiin, like Galloran, he'd lost a companion, a brother-in-arms, a friend in whom he could trust his life with. Kilraiin almost wanted the same thing Galloran did. But he still held to his damnable morals a bit better than the Templar.

Just as Gavrilon and the others were about to leap forward, the Templars threw out their hands to protect themselves from the sudden gust of wind which kicked up all around them. Their senses began to cloud as smoke and mist billowed and formed, engulfing the entire Training Area. The Templars raised up their guard and stood back to back with each other as this new threat arrived. It troubled them when they realized they couldn't make sense, either through the Force nor through their naturally enhanced physical senses, of the foe that surrounded them now. Then, before Galloran, the mist cleared and he gazed at a man, hood covering most of his face but revealing a pair of gleaming eyes. Another non-Ageless, and this one with the audacity to tell them what they can and cannot do. So he was ready to draw sabers as well. Just fine with him. "Gavrilon!" He barked, "Take the princess and her protector! Dumas, the Fahruun Knight and the human Jedi are yours. This infidel before me is mine to claim!"

Launching himself forward, Galloran Shamdir emitted a beastial snarl as he levelled his eight-foot long blade squarely at the chest of the hooded man. Similarly, Dumas Shamdir and Gavrilon Faranul of the Silver Blade made for their assigned targets. Dumas leapt hight but kept his body in a low positioning as he readied his kris to strike into Kilraiin's heart, and pushing Hexecter away with the Force, at least, based on where he'd last seen them, as he couldn't see, sense or smell his two foes through the frustrating smoke and mist. Gavrilon, faced with a similar problem, used the Force to try and clear the air around him, eyes and ears straining to pick up the sounds of danger, but something clouded his mind. This mist, was not natural, and held far more secrets than he originally thought. Releasing a expanding ring of energy, the Silver Blade tried to push the clouds away, both from his mind and from around him. He would find Celina and her protector, it was only a matter of time. All these little tricks did nothing but delay the inevitable.

Hexecter Hue wrote:From the sounds of it, there was another ally in the mix, but Hexecter was struggling to even see anything through the mysterious mist. Glowing sabers were still obvious, but he was only just starting to make out other shapes, when he was struck by Dumas’ Force Push. Collapsing backwards, he thudded onto the floor and rolled a few times before clambering back onto his feet. The rolling around caused him to lose all sense of direction, but after a moment of staggering like a drunkard, he could now see his attacker, and began to charge forward.

Anna wrote:Ah yes, the glorious inevitable. Zemear spun his long sword around once or twice, Allowing himself to once again gauge its length, its weight. He loved thees weapons, almost like he loved a close friend. They had been there for him when no one else was. They understood him when no one else could. They heard him, when his voice was mute, and they had protected him, as well as others, when ever he called on their aid.

They never refused.

No, His fear had begun to subside, replaced with sheer determination, and a scheming mind. Zemear had made his way, practicing like a madman, finding ways of defeating anything force related. He'd found information, lost to the universe for thousands of years. He'd learned forms in a few short years, that most took a lifetime to learn. So great, and so manic was his search to find anything to defeat his father's killer, that it had turned him into something completely different than the shy, timid boy he'd been born as.

He was still silent....but now, that Silence belied his true lethal abilities.

He kept his strong, right arm before Celina, barring anyone from getting to her. His hand was strong enough to snap someone's neck, especially a frail one of an Ageless. He'd proven that before, already...in a much less, combat related manner. His spinning blade stopped it's last ark, the pummel of it falling to rest, easily in the grip of his left hand. He held it out before him, angled over his chest, it's thrumming, metallic surface flashed in the overhead lighting, giving his position away perfectly.

But that was exactly what he wanted.

And Gavrilon's body slowly would come into view, if he would but pursue his quarry.

Vorphaze wrote:*Vorphaze knew he had very little time to act, or rather, react. As he had stood facing the three foes for the short duration of time, he had observed and studied enough of them to realize this was not a fight to be won by sheer power or force. The mind of these fighters was exceptionally determined, and more importantly, more battle oriented. And he had been in enough fights to know that this mattered more than the enemy wielding the best weapon in the universe or being an expert in the best force skills. Its the mind drove those things, that decided who won. This was going to be a complicated clash. He shot a quick glance at the defenders, switching his gaze back to the enemy.*

*He gazed at their stances and weapons..an enemy's weapon and his stance usually gave away atleast the direction or method of the attack that was going to be made. His palms twitched on the lightsaber hilts.These lightsabers...he had not used them for a long time. The familiar etchings and contours of the hilts pressed against his palm almost felt restless to be engaged. He narrowed his eyes on his foes*

. o O (homework was done....it was time for the fight...)

*The mist although much less thicker now, swirled ominously still, casting a dark haze into the air making it possible to see, but not clearly. Vorphaze could feel the three fighters straining to clear the air and trying to see. He knew they wouldnt penetrate it yet..not even the strongest or the most powerful fighters could...simply because no one could understand it..everyone thinks and tries the obvious..he smirked at himself at that thought..*

*As he stood their expecting a sudden charge at an moment, one of them yelled to the others. That was time enough to Vorphaze know their strategy and charge. And for reasons known to himself, he felt a bit relieved. His eyes flicked closed for a moment and then opened as he zoned all his remaining concentration on the fighter with the lightlance. As the Templar began to charge with his lightlance, with a quick flick, the saber hilts detached themselves off his belt and ignited with dark obsidian colored beams. He twirled them in front of him, holding them blade backwards taking the Form V Shien stance. As the charging Templar came close, Vorphaze slid his legs apart, crouching very low, both his sabers pointing backwards and low. As he got in melee range, he swung both sabers upwards from below, backed up with a slight Force push, and using the enemy's momentum to clash with the lance and deflect it upwards, above the head instead of blocking it. As he did so, he swung his legs up, jumping forward and and planting his feet on his opponents chest, kicking him with more of a pushing motion than a hitting one.....and using the momentum to try and dislodge the lightlance from his grip and somersault backwards putting some distance between him and his opponent. He caught the Templar's gaze and looked intently at him, focussing his mind on the Templar yet keeping a fleeting eye on the other one moving towards Celina.*

*Meanwhile despite Gavrilon's attempt to use a ring of energy to disperse the fog, it would simply go through the fog. Vorphaze was glad to see him try that.. he knew Gavilron would have to give it a bit more thought, and that would buy some time..Though by now, the fog would have cleared enough on its own accord to allow Gavilron and Dumas a hazy sight of the princess and her defenders. Though distances and all detail of sight would be deceptive in this haze.*

Taralorn Melvarrik wrote:As Hexecter charged to meet his enemy head on, he suddenly felt a hand grabbing him around the waist. The assailant a hooded being who spoke to him through the Force even as he struggled to make sense of everything that was going on. So much was happening all at once, but the being spoke to him privately though the Force. << Keep your wits about you and stay your hand, Jedi. I am your ally, and I'm getting you out of here first. >>

Even as he spoke he made his way through the door where he puts Hexecter down, on his own feet, outside the training area. He looked at the unnamed rescuer, but before he could ask or even think of anything, he was back inside, disappearing through the thick impenetrable smoke. "Sir?" An armored soldier said, he was looking at Hexecter and beckoning him forth, "Please come this way, sir, we're evacuating the others. Come on." He didn't wait to see if Hexecter followed, he began jogging, heading towards the corridors leading to the Base Hangars. One last glance behind showed Hexecter that there were more soldiers waiting to evacuate the other people who were involved in the melee with the Templars.

Kulaan wrote:Kulaan had barely moved from her petrified pose upon the medical table. Luckily enough nothing new had come her way so she took what few seconds had passed to glance around the room. The doors were still closed for now and with the bacta on the floor she wasn't overly excited about the potential of getting wet.

A sudden hissing and movement from the door attracted Kulaan's attention. She jumped slightly sending some of the few remaining tools splashing down into the bacta soaked floor. Someone had just cut through the door and stepped inside. Her eyes widening and with a swish of her tail she leaped off her perch onto the fallen segment of door, that had created a small island in the puddle of bacta, then turning quickly she bounded out the hole in the door and vanished down the hall, glad to be away from the chaotic battle of light and dark.

She didn't have any idea where she was going, and for now she frankly didn't care. She just wanted to put as much distance as she deemed safe, from that strange situation. Little did she know her adventures on Felucia had only just begun.