[sub][h2]Featuring: Bryethe, Kurin & two lesser Sith[/h2][/sub]
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The two Sith worked in unison, striking almost as one against the Jedi padawan, forcing her back quickly, hoping to overwhelm her to the point where they could crush her. A series of hard blows from one of the two, a hulking brute of a human, pushed the padawan down to her knees. He kept beating on her, forcing her to maintain her defense. The other Sith moved in for the kill, intent upon striking the padawan in the back.

Their attacks were intense and relentless, forcing Brye to withdraw any outward attempt she had wanted at making an attack. Instead the Padawan was forced to hold a strong, but weakening, defense. 
Brought to her knees, lightsaber held in front as she attempted to maintain a strong defense, Brye could feel the other Sith coming around for the kill. Her back was wide open, but she couldn't change positions, not with the brute strength of a Sith challenging her defense. With one hand holding her saber, Brye reached out with the other, towards the treeline. She pulled back with her free hand, queuing the sound of cracking wood and falling branches. A large tree fell towards the group, giving Brye the break she needed as both Sith quickly backed off as the tree fell towards them. 
Brye recovered quickly, saber held up in the next moment as she prepared to keep fighting.

The tree fell down with a thunderous boom, the larger Sith only barely jumping aside from it, while the smaller Sith easily rolled out of the way, her sneak attack foiled. The padawan was no longer at quite the same disadvantage. The two sith looked at each other, trying to silently plan their attack. This had not gone the way they had planned.

They circled the padawan who now stood atop the fallen tree, their sabers spinning slowly to hopefully distract the padawan. The larger moved in again, trying to look menacing as he pulled a small boulder with the Force to toss at the Jedi. The female Sith in turn prepared to toss her lightsaber from the opposite side.

Bryethe watched both Sith closely as they circled around her, her head snapping to each one quickly every few seconds so as not to be surprised by anything. She felt the boulder coming her way, so Brye turned to face it. At the same moment she sensed the saber from the opposite Sith also being thrown in her direction. 
This was her chance, one Sith unarmed, she could push the offensive. Brye jumped quickly, narrowly avoiding both the boulder and the saber as she greeted the air. Directing herself towards the unarmed female Sith, Brye used her descent and held her lightsaber at the ready, intent on taking one of the Sith out of the fight. 

The female Sith realized her mistake a moment too late as the Jedi leapt up above her attack and came down towards her. As it was, she barely rolled out of the way of the Jedi’s downward slash, her saber still far away. She did the only sensible thing: she ran.

Her companion, if he could be called such, did not suffer from cowardice, sensible or not in the situation. He jumped over the fallen tree, landing heavily near the Jedi and striking immediately with a flurry of hard strikes, hoping to keep the padawan busy until his fellow Sith could get back into action. Not that he needed her to take on one measly Jedi padawan. Suddenly, in between his hard strikes, he kicked out at the Jedi.

The female Sith recovered her saber but did not yet move in to attack, perhaps trying to figure out the best means of attack.

She had an open opportunity to change the odds in this fight, and Brye failed to do so. The young Jedi was kicking herself as she started to pursue the female Sith with intent. It was then that the second Sith re-entered the fight, his attacks swift and relentless, Brye was barely able to redirect her defense in time. 

His attacks came quickly, quicker than Brye was able to keep track of. She was forced to twist and turn her body in order to dodge attacks, using her saber constantly, yet she was still at a disadvantage. Brye was tiring, weakening, her mind was frantic. She hoped Satele was alright, she could still sense her Master. But with the exhaustion and injuries from the first fight coupled with the intensity of her second, the young Jedi was failing. 

Bryethe suddenly felt something impact with her stomach, hard. She fell back, attempting to catch herself while still maintaining some form of defense. Her mind was groggy, thoughts frantic as she felt her body losing the fight. Blue and red lightsabers met as Brye fell back on one knee, one foot held steady into the ground as she clenched her teeth, refusing to let up her defense as the brute strength of the Sith challenged her. 

She heard it then, the loud engines of what sounded like a ship, a very large one at that. And it was very close. 

High above the fight Kurin’s Fury—Serith—descended rapidly, only slowing at the last moment, stopping in the air above the similarly sized Jedi vessel. It had barely been still for a moment when the landing ramp slid open and a figure dressed entirely in black leapt out, dropping at least thirty meters straight down, landing with one knee bent, and one foot and fist on the ground, quite close to the three fighters.

He rose slowly, his hood casting his helmeted face in shadow. “Apprentice Kethel Domerion, Apprentice Zi Nathel. You are wanted for violations of the Tsisajak. Surrender now and your punishment will be moderate. Fail and no leniency will be shown.” His voice was deep, gravelly.

Meanwhile, the heavily built Sith warrior had been about to strike hard at the tiring Jedi. He paused, half in uncertainty, half in shock at the arrival of the imperial vessel and the Sith it clearly belonged to. He had to win this fight, yet how could  he fight both an older warrior [i]and[/i] a Jedi?

The female Sith had also been about to attack, but she too stopped, staring more at the ship’s guns pointed straight at her than at the Sith. She knew without a doubt that she was outmatched.

Bryethe watched as a new Sith warrior made an entrance, her eyes trained both on him, and the ship. The brute of a Sith let up and Brye took that chance to stand and take a few steps back. Her lightsaber still up and trained on the Sith Male she had been fighting, but now she had another to watch for. 

The new Sith warrior put Brye on edge, even more so than she had been before. He spoke as if he was here to apprehend the two Sith she had been fighting, but he was still another Sith, another enemy. 

The young Jedi didn't move, she didn't attempt to make an advance nor retreat. This, she felt, was a very delicate situation; one she would have to handle carefully if she wanted to get out with her life intact. 
"Leave. Now. No more blood has to be spilled here, on Dxun. It is pointless."

Slowly the male warrior—Kethel Domerion—looked between his Jedi Quarry and the other Sith. He had his orders, yet how was he supposed to fulfill them now? He couldn’t do it while taking on another Sith warrior. Especially not when that other warrior had a fully armed fury on hand. But what awaited him back in the Empire? His thoughts raced through his mind. The new Sith had spoken of him breaking the doctrine. That clearly meant his cover was blown. That could only mean someone knew he was a Revanite. It didn’t take much intelligence to know that his punishment would be harsh, probably lethal. His kind were not treated nicely by the Empire.

Nearby, many of the same thoughts flowed through the young female apprentice’s mind. Zi Nathel hadn’t been with the Order of Revan for all that long. Less than two months, in fact. This had been her first real mission for the Order. ‘No. I won’t die like this.’ she thought to herself. ‘I have more to live for.’

With a resolute gesture, she turned off her lightsaber and gently tossed it at the feet of the newly arrived Sith Warrior. “I surrender.” was all she said.

Beneath his mask Kurin smiled. ‘If only all those revanite weaklings were that easily overcome…’ he thought to himself. The woman’s lightsaber was mid-air when he caught it with the Force, pulling it into his hand. It was a well-crafted saber. “Wise choice.”

He looked at the Jedi and the other revanite piece of scum. “I will leave when I am done here, not a moment before.” This young Jedi had more guts than many Sith. Almost admirable, had she but not been a Jedi.

Looking straight into the eyes of Apprentice Kethel, he spoke out, “Will you be wise, or will you be foolish?”

Kethel looked back at the crimson-masked Sith. “Death awaits me either way. I’d rather go down fighting!” With those words, he leapt up, somersaulting and striking down, not at Kurin, but at the Jedi.

Brye did not dare lower her guard while the three Sith conversed with each other. She watched all of them closely while taking these moments to catch her breath and regain herself, as best she could. The female to Brye's side surrendered and the young Jedi couldn't help but feel relieved, even if it was the smallest victory. 

The latest mask Sith questioned the brute, asked if he was going to surrender, but Brye could feel the tension in the air. He had his mission, he wanted blood, a Jedi's blood. 

It seemed that he would stop at nothing, for the Sith brute was upon Bryethe quickly, with little warning, and with maximum effort. 
Brye brought her saber up to parry his strike as the Sith came downward. She was caught off guard as his attack was stronger than before, pushing Brye's blade down and nearly catching her in an opening. She recovered quickly, pulling her saber around d her side as he attempted to catch her side profile in the open. He was pushing hard, every strike forced Brye to step back. 
Within moments of his first strike Brye had backed herself into the landing gear of the [i]Starshine[/i]. The young Jedi was caught off guard by the sudden obstacle behind her, too focused on the fight and trying to survive instead of her surroundings. She stopped a downward strike from the Sith brute, but suddenly felt a hand around her neck, and was thrown down afterwards. Bryethe hit the ground, hard, her head in a daze. Still, she was determined, for she brought up her lightsaber to cover herself in an attempt to defend against the next attack she knew was coming. 

Kurin did not immediately move in to stop the revanite imbecile. He was busy and the safety of this Jedi was secondary at best. Instead, he moved over and secured the female. It would not do for her to get a wise idea after having surrendered. He glanced occasionally at the fight, but only just that. Interference would come later. The shackles he attached were of a kind that could not be unlocked with the Force nor easily be removed with a lightsaber without cutting into limbs, but then they were designed specifically for Force-users.

With the female taken care of, Kurin could once more focus on the Jedi and the revanite. He saw how faltering the Jedi’s defense was. Proof that her training was clearly incomplete. He reached out with the Force, pulling the nearby small boulder into the air and tossing it straight at the revanite. 

Kethel meanwhile, had been beating the Jedi’s defenses hard, working to break her down through exhaustion, rather than through direct harm. An unusual tactic in some ways, but at times effective.

Brye was exhausted, there was no hiding nor denying it. She met each one of the Sith's strikes with her own, refusing to show how tired she was becoming at the relentless onslaught of aggressive attacks. 

She watched the newly arrived Sith, noticing when he moved. There was no reason to trust him. Even though he was supposedly here to detain two Sith who had lost their way, he was still a Sith himself. 
Brye moved her body and saber in unison in order to avoid attacks, refusing to let the brute Sith get the upper hand. Her head was pounding from the impact with the ground only moments before, she could feel herself slipping ever so slightly with each attack that came. 

Her saving grace was the small boulder that came hurtling towards her enemy. She narrowly avoided it, watching as it struck the Sith and knocked him back.

As the boulder impacted, Kethel’s breath was knocked out of his lungs but he did not let himself be hindered for long. Instead he summoned his rage through the dark side of the Force, his mouth producing a scream of fury as he moved to keep his attack up. He had to kill the Jedi, even if it was the last thing he did. He swung his lightsaber again and again, trying to batter the Jedi down.

From the side Kurin moved closer, as much judging the two combatants, studying the techniques of the Jedi and the revanite scum, both lightsabers held ready to be ignited in an instant if needed. Above his ship hovered, its weapons clearly tracking the rogue apprentice and the Jedi he was fighting. He could end this battle at any moment, but his orders were to—if possible—bring the criminals back alive. Ship weaponry has a tendency to not be conducive towards that goal.

He did nothing to hide the fact that he could interfere further at any point. It would be interesting to see if the Jedi would beg for assistance. There was a sort of strength of character to be found in knowing when you’re defeated and trying to find a way to live, even if it were unorthodox. If the Jedi died, it would not be all that great a loss.

"You claim to be here to bring these two to justice," Brye began, parrying the brute's attacks as best she could, but clearly speaking towards the newest Sith visitor. "Yet you are doing very little to stop this!" 

Brye was exhausted, beaten, and furious. She and Satele shouldn't have separated. Not when Dxun was crawling with Sith; not when her Master faced incredible odds to fight the Sith, sending Brye back to the ship. They should've stayed together, for Brye strongly believed in strength in numbers. 

"Are you going to finish what you came here for?!" She yelled, her saber clashing again with the brute's as she continued to challenge his strength and determination.

“You have the power to defeat this [i]weakling[/i]. He is not even a [i]proper[/i] Sith. Use your anger, forge it into a weapon. Break him.” Kurin said as he looked at the two fighting. He reached out with the Force, constricting the Apprentice’s throat a little, not enough to stop him, but enough to distract him. 

He smiled beneath his mask. “Let’s make this more fun to watch.” As he said that, he tossed the captured revanite’s saber at the Jedi. He knew his crew on the ship was recording the whole thing. It would be fun to watch that later.

Brye could feel her emotions in turmoil. She could feel the anger and fury threatening to take over moral compass.
Sith lightsaber in hand, Brye could tell something had changed with the brute. He came at her again, his red saber versus the two Brye now held. She parried another relentless strike, another that threatened to overtake her strength and will. 

The young Jedi was eye to eye with the brute, but her mind wandered. 
[i]Master.[/i] she began, reaching out but unknowing if Satele could hear her, or even in a position to understand. 
[i]I refuse to let you down.[/i] 

Thoughts reached out, memories, emotions. Brye summoned all of her willpower as she thought about her time as a Padawan. She would not let her anger and rage overtake her, so instead she pulled strength from elsewhere. Training as an Initiate, passing the initial trials, her Masters, the Jedi who had taught her all she knew. Satele, helping her pull out of grief after losing her first Master, and helping Brye build past that grief, learning, growing. 

Brye pushed hard against the brute, digging her feet into the ground, finding strength not in her anger, but in strength of will and determination. 

The brute of a Sith was pushing hard, but Bryethe's will to live was stronger now. The Sith let up for a moment, expecting Brye to be caught off guard and move forward. She anticipated it though, and as the brute moved to get behind her, Brye moved quickly to intercept him. She met his saber with her own, and moved in quickly for a killing strike as soon as she saw an opening in the Sith's parry. 

“You have strength, but you do not use it.” Kurin said with disappointment in his voice. “In time, you will learn better.” With that, he put his lightsaber onto his belt, then pointed his hands at the two fighters. 

“Now feel the power of the Dark Side!” unleashing twin blasts of lightning, striking at both the Revanite and the Jedi. The revanite clearly tried to block with his lightsaber, but the surprise of the attack—combined with the raw strength of the attack—quickly overwhelmed his defense. He fell to the ground, twitching under the fury of Kurin’s assault.

Brye's strike was interrupted by the words of the Sith that watched over them, she found herself turning, attempting to block the incoming lightning with both sabers in hand. Her defense was quickly overtaken though and within a few moments the lightning had spread throughout her body. 
Brye felt her heart speed up as the lightning threatened to overtake her. She cried out as the onslaught did not stop, dropping to her hands and knees, refusing to let her mind and body succumb to the attack. 

Next Brye knew, she collapsed into the Dxun dirt, her body convulsing every few seconds as she attempted to stay conscious, mind and body threatening to give in. 

After both opponents crumbled to the ground, Kurin alternated his blasts between them, using the other hand to pull their sabers to his belt. He would definitely have to put some of them away. That belt was quite full now with four suspended sabers instead of just the usual one. With the sabers out of the way, he pulled the second Sith away from the Jedi, holding him down as he put enough raw power into him to knock him unconscious. Considering his training, he knew exactly how much was needed. Additionally, he knew exactly how to keep from permanently harming either of his targets.

“Land the ship. Bring down additional restraints.” he said, jolting the Jedi just a little to keep her from acting up. He would take her with him. Perhaps she could be taught how to be a proper Sith, instead of a weak Jedi.

One question remained, though: Where are the other Revanites supposedly dispatched to Dxun? He did not know, but he intended to find out. Ideally taking them alive would be nice, but seeing them dead would be sufficient. 

Brye could feel herself slipping away into the realm of unconsciousness. Eyes closed as thoughts raced through her head. 

She was being taken captive, by the Sith. What would her Master think of her now? Would she die at the hands of this Sith, would she give in to him and conform? 

She had failed. One hand clenched into the Dxun dirt as panic and uncertainty swept over the young Jedi as Brye slipped away into unconsciousness.