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Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Review of your new sheet, @Heat

@Ellri

Alright, I'll get to work on making some changes now that I have some free time.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Here's my rescuer Jedi, ready for review.

Voson Pha

Name: Voson Pha
Species: Togruta
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Jedi Knight - Guardian
Captive? Rescuer.

Appearance:

Voson

His lightsaber is blue, not purple.

Notable Characteristics of Species:
- Sharp canine teeth, give off a false impression that they are poisonous. Are not actually, just very sharp.
- Possesses passive echolocation via his montrals, the hollow horns on his head. Allows him to sense the proximity and movement of objects around him.

Flaws:
- At the expense of being such a talented fighter, Voson's ability with the Force is weak.
- In part due to his status as a Jedi and in other part due to his heritage, Voson is near silent, in another word tranquil. The rare times he shows any happiness is when he is in a group. He can come off as cold and unemotional otherwise, even for a Jedi.
- Pretty much the definition of overzealous.
- Does not appreciate those that badmouth the Jedi Order. Has no respect for those that do it. Great way to get under his skin.
- Quite bigoted against the Sith order. Sickened by their viciousness, hate and greed.

Skills:
- Very skilled in lightsaber combat, his best, most focused and often used form being VII: Juyo. He also knows Form I: Shii-Cho and Form V: Shien.
- His body is in top shape, downtime is often spent training or meditating.
- Great tactical mind, able to plan battle movements very effectively.
- Excellent at tracking down a target, especially in forests or jungles.
- Able to pilot a ship, though he dislikes them.
- Fluent in Basic as well as Togruti.

Force capabilities:
- Basic Force powers
- Force Stun
- Hibernation trance

Biography:
Born on the lush planet of Shili like most of his race, Voson Pha was taken by the Jedi at an early age from his homeworld after his sensitivity with the Force was discovered. He was taken for training to the Jedi Academy on Alaris Prime. The young Phoson was quite happy with the academy, the world's lush jungles reminding him of his homeworld, it made him feel like he was at home while he was training there. The war broke out shortly after his arrival, yet his training still began, his master the Jedi Knight Cal'cami, a proven Twi'lek Jedi who was happy to take Voson as his first padawan.

Under his new master Voson learned much of what he applies today, an intense devotion to the Jedi way and a dislike for the Sith which his master also harbored, it only increased by the war. The still young Togruta showed skill with a lightsaber and chose to construct a double sided lightsaber which he still uses to this day. Soon enough, Voson was called into the war alongside his master, following the man into battle on multiple occasions. He exhibited finesse and skill in war, not only on the frontlines but also tactically, his master valuing his apprentice’s advice on the battlefield.

A personal turning point occurred for Voson during the Battle of Alderaan, in which he was one of Jedi stationed planetside when it was bombarded. While he managed to survive the initial assault, Cal’cami did not, the Twi’lek fell in the chaos, crushed by rubble right before his apprentice’s eyes. Voson took refuge with the other Jedi, fear the greatest emotion in them as they hoped for rescue, utterly outnumbered and outgunned by the Imperial forces. While in hiding with the other Jedi, Voson helped keep the group from panic, though the experience still terrifies him to this day.

Eventually Republic forces rallied together and retook the planet, Voson managing to escape the battle with his life and some gruesome memories. He passed his trials and rose to the rank of Knight, and continued aiding the Republic in the war, fighting alongside his fellow Jedi.

Personality and/or Motivation: Voson is a quiet, almost tranquil Jedi, one that follows the teachings and code of the Jedi to an insanely strict degree. He does not ignite his weapon unless he has to take a life, he shields the weak and he has shunned emotional attachment, practicing total celibacy. He rarely initiates conversation though he has been known to open up more in larger groups as it makes him feel most at home. Voson’s conversations are often short; his words without fluff, he can speak very bluntly, sometimes to the point of unintentional rudeness. He possesses the upmost respect for his elders and Jedi masters.

Other than his extreme Jedi devotion, Voson holds great respect for his own race, the Togruta. He prefers worlds filled with forests and wildlife as they make him feel most at home. He has a habit of not wearing shoes, though he tends to ignore it when on ships, it is most often when he is on solid ground. He enjoys hunting and has a necklace consisting of Akul teeth, metals, stones and pearls from his home planet, Shili. He also wears a Togruta sash with his Jedi robes.

Player’s long term goals: Voson ultimately wants to see the Dark Side removed from the Galaxy. Not necessarily killing every Dark Side Force user, but rather the destruction of the Dark Side of the Force itself. Outside of that very daunting task he would like to become a Master and one day teach his own padawan.

Relations: TBA

Final Point - Secrets: PMing them to the GMs.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Just because I'm curious, what is everyone's lightsaber activation like (even the prisoners. They might get their lightsabers back!)

Sish and Zanna: Instant activation upon button press.

Nazca: If she had one, it'd require a couple seconds of holding down the button.

@Rtron

Instant button activation.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Holy monologues.

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Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~| Day 1, 19:10 GST |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Main Prison Complex: Darth Nyiss & Jakali |~

Jakali moved through the halls, having calmed himself down and returned to form as the usual cool and collected Jakali Harcor. He ran a hand through his hair, adjusting it then did the same to his robes as he approached the turbolift to Darth Nyiss’ quarters. Part of him wondered how wise it would have been for him to enter uninvited, but his curiosity was peaked and he felt himself drawn there, he was unsure why but he had yet to actually speak with her so it may have been an opportunity to make a solid first impression.

As the doors closed on the lift he glanced at the floor, wondering if he was the first Sith to actually enter her quarters, she couldn’t fault him for being bold if that was the case, and besides, it wasn’t like he was barging in and was going to rummage through her things, if she didn’t appreciate him showing up the way he was going to then he would apologize and leave immediately. Maybe create an excuse that he had gotten lost, but he was confident that wouldn’t happen. Then he glanced forward and breathed deeply, ready to put on his most charming face.

A small chime sounded in Nyiss’ lab to alert her someone had entered the main room of her quarters (it was more of a reception hall, though could be used to entertain as well). She put down the datapad with the notes she was reading and stood, smoothing her robes as she did so. She had changed out of her combat robes into something a little more comfortable since getting back to the ship. In form it was not all that different, but rather than the hard wearing fibers of her combat clothes, her robe was now made of shimmering, soft black material with translucent outer layers.

She stepped out of the lab and into the main room to greet the newcomer, confidant that the lab door would lock itself behind her. Unlike the rest of the ship, that door was woven with cortosis alloy to keep even a determined Sith out. Partly for secrecy's sake, partly to make sure no foolish apprentice blew a chunk out of the ship with a mishandled spell or alchemy formula.

Before her stood a young ruggedly handsome man, Jakali if she remembered correctly. Technically he was still an apprentice, but he did not carry himself like one, and the robotic hand extending from one of his sleeves spoke of respectable experience in battle. Her eyes swept slowly over his whole form in silence before meeting his. She had to look up a little, but that did not trouble her.

“I don’t believe we’ve formally met. Welcome to my ship Jakali Harcor.” She said with an even, slightly curious tone, before motioning to one of the chairs to the side of the room.

“It is a pleasure to finally meet you, my Lord, I have heard much about you, but they never told me of your beauty.” He said with a smile, meeting her eyes with his. He was about to do the customary kneel a Sith would do upon greeting a superior but it seemed that part was skipped right over. He moved towards a chair but did not yet sit, instead he glanced around the room, admiring it.

“A very fine place you have here, it seems no expense was spared.” He added, then sat.

A genuine smile curled Nyiss’ lips as he complimented her appearance and she made no attempt to hide it. When he commented on the relative opulence of the room, she made a show of looking around at it, even though she already knew every inch quite well. “Why thank you. Even though this may not be a long journey, there is no reason to endure spartan surroundings when one has the power to ensure comfort.” She followed him to a seat, sitting directly opposite him, relaxing into the chair.
Next to the elegant finery of the room. Jakali looked a little out of place to Nyiss, but he was still, nonetheless handsome. “You cut a striking figure yourself.”

“I’ve been told before, but it’s much more meaningful coming from someone like you,” He said, returning a smile to Nyiss. “It’s nicer here than in the Sith quarters, but I won’t complain about those, it’s better than sleeping in the engine rooms.” He added.

“Though it’s much more elegant than what the Jedi are living in. It almost makes me pity them, almost,” He said jokingly with another smile. “It is quite the group of characters that’s been assembled here. Am I right to assume you picked them out? I have to give you credit for that.” He added, leaning back in the chair.

“You could put it like that.” She said conversationally. “Though I really only sought out a few of them… The rest were merely approved. I’ll let you discover who falls into each category.” She was enjoying the distraction for the moment. This apprentice was well mannered and didn’t seem overly cowed by her presence, which certainly a point in his favor. After all, sometimes it was nice to be treated as an equal.

With her experiments so close at hand however, her intellectual side warred with her more base desires for dominance, manifesting in a perhaps slightly earlier than normal pointed question. “So mister Harcor…. To what do I owe the visit?”

“I felt something here, like an aura that drew my immediate attention once I came near enough to your quarters. I simply had to see what the source of it was and now I am here,” He said, looking her in the eyes, then smiling. “I apologize if that does not sound like a legitimate reason, and please, call me Jakali.” He added.

“Curiosity then?” Nyiss half stated. “Bold of you. Are you satisfied with what you have found?” She leaned forward as she spoke, heavily implying with her tone that he shouldn’t be. If he was bold enough to stay, she would make time for him. Life was long, and men that didn’t wither under a Darth’s gaze were rare.

“No, no I am not. I’m not satisfied yet.” Jakali said, copying her gesture, leaning forward in his chair and locking eyes with her. He then made an even bolder move and extended his arm out, laying his organic hand upon her hand. The expression on his face hasn’t changed, it was a look of certainty.

Nyiss’ skin tingled with the touch of his hand, the sensation of another’s skin on hers quite a rare one given that most people were scared simply being near her. “Very bold.” She said, her voice low now. “I do love a brave, handsome man.” She put her other hand over his. “You want to see more…” She said standing, keeping a hold of his hand as she did so. “A strong Sith is never satisfied with what he has…” She said in a sultry tone.

“I know exactly what I want. A gorgeous, powerful lady of the Sith.” He said with a truly genuine smile then pulled her in closer to him, wrapping his other arm around her lower back as he planted a kiss on her lips, full on embracing the Sith lord.

Nyiss let herself be pulled into his embrace, enjoying and returning the kiss for a long moment. When they broke away, she stared up into his eyes for a moment, expectation glistening in her gaze. She then took his hand in hers, broke free of his embrace and turn on her heel, leading him wordlessly by the hand out of the publicly accessible entrance room of her quarters into one of the back room.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~|Day 1, 12:42 GST|~
~|Xid & Jakali & Sish|~

What was happening?

Xid kept asking himself the same thing over and over. His boots slammed hard against the temple floor, echoing with each step, while his head flipped about wildly. His lungs was already burning from the distance as he felt on the verge of getting sick, his body slowing when he came to to open area. Damage was clear that the battle had arrived here. Scorch marks from blasters, lightsaber skidmarks, and crumbling architecture were scattered over the once pristine marble floor. A cold sweat drenched his skin and robes, the Darth’s presence still left him more than merely rattled. It left him with a sense of utter dread for his old master.

His mind came up with the battle scene occurring in his absence, struggling not to pull back and return, trusting his master would survive. On top of that, Navi and him had gotten separated which left him even more vulnerable to attack. He only hoped he didn’t encounter any troopers, or worse Sith, on his way to seek help. Someone had to be left alive after all and not dead.

Panting heavily, his eyes swirled around the abandoned area. He almost walked right by it, his eyes spotting the metallic surface and damaged leg of a droid fling into the corner. Xid gave a little smile as he approached it. His eyes studying the thing and raising his hand, gently touched it and letting his Mech deru flow through it. It was heavily damaged but salvageable.

“Alright. Just hang on Master Sela, don’t die, please don’t die on me.” Xid whispered in panic. Hastily he gripped the thick slab that had toppled over it and braced himself, inhaling once before gritting his teeth and shoving at it. It didn’t budge immediately. His eyes closed while he strained to remove it, the debris finally sliding to the side with a loud grunt. It crashed into the side causing him to pant heavily, every bone in his body ached, and his head twisted about to see if his actions had been noticed.

Nothing for now, his mind returned to his work quickly managing to get two droids up and running before the first Sith arrived.

Sish was covered in more blood, having found more Jedi and non Force users in the temple. However, it had been far too long since his last victim, and he was getting impatient. As Sish rounded the corner, following the sound of crashing and banging, two things happened immediately. He saw there was another Jedi, working on a droid, and two more droids fired upon him. Sish’s lightsaber came up and deflected the blaster shots. When he finally had a moment, Sish struck quickly, using the force to throw one droid at the Jedi. Before he could throw his lightsaber at the other one, snarling as it moved out of the way and got a couple shots off, hitting him in his chest and being absorbed by his battle armor.

“Surrender. Or don’t. Please don’t.”
It was natural to Xid while he working on the wires, his fingers familiar with the slick outside and flexible structure as he moved into the connecting slot. The droid’s arm moved slightly, signalling he was doing something right. It thrilled and tilted its head, looking at the boy before the sound of blasters made his head whip about. His eyes instantly caught the sight of the intimidating Trandoshan draped in a bloodied, tattered robe from the conflict within the temple. Expression widening in fear, Xid quickened his pace in trying to get the machine up and running. It wasn’t easy with all the damage compared to the others and he barely noticed the movement outside the corner of his before pain erupted over his side.

His body, thanks to the droid impacting his side, crumbled like wet paper. The droid flipped and landed on top where it pinned him down. Xid cursed his luck. His muscles flared in pain when it snapped into the floor and he could feel the metal slice into his flesh, warm blood spilling over his forearm. He cried out as he felt the wound ooze, struggling under the droid’s mass. His head jerked to the Sith’s words, his lips curved into a disbelievable look. Surrender? Really and what, get mauled? Xid wasn’t too enthusiastic about getting dismembered.

His head turned to the droids still left, the one he was working earlier being unable to raise but could still fire with one arm. They stirred and targeted Sish within their sights.

Xid smirked, lightly. “I suggest you run, Sith…”

Jakali had entered back into the Temple a short time after Sish did. He initially did not intend to follow the reptile, but he was partly interested in observing the brute’s methods, and if needed then interact with him. He had remained silent the entire time, carefully measuring every footstep as he followed from a sizeable distance behind, down each corridor, around each corner. He was certain his presence had yet to be detected.

A smile nearly came upon his face as he watched Sish dart around a corner, followed immediately by the sounds of metal clanks and blaster bolts. He wasn’t certain what was happening, but it may have been that Sish had encountered droids that were defending the Temple, it was the most likely instance he could think of after having pieced together the hints he was given. Then he heard a loud bang, like one of those droids had been dropped to the floor.

Jakali kept a distance, but now crept along the wall on the opposite side of the battle scene. He could hear well enough, Sish interacting with somebody, a Jedi it seemed. The scene perked his curiosity as it unfolded, so he waited like a predator that set a trap, ready to emerge from around the corner, storming an idea in his mind.

Sish smiled at the pinned Jedi. “Okay.” He cast Force Speed and bolted towards Xid, moving faster than the droids could fire if only just. The Trandoshan slammed into the droid over his opponent, neatly slicing it in half. Using the force he slammed the droid that had dodged into the one Xid had been working on. He snarled again as the Knight rolled away, getting ready with his lightsaber. “Lets see how well you fight without your droids.”
Xid’s expression twisted into horror when he spotted the sudden appearance of the Sith right above him. The pressure increased as he felt his rib cracking, the bone giving out and busted. The skin underneath turned purple and his voice screamed out against the blow though he couldn't breath. His body rolled to the side and narrowly avoided the clawed foot nailing him where he was. Reaching for his side, his lightsaber jerked into his palm and he clicked it on.

The blade buzzed to life while he eyed the Sith. His droids, the only defense, gone. Xid took the opening posture for his style and braced for fight until the bitter end.

Sish grinned at Xid as he braced. He gripped his own lightsaber in both claws then lunged forward, still sped up with Force speed, and slashed horizontally at the Knight’s chest.

Xid’s skills were lacking, his speed no match for the Sith’s attack. The blade tip grazed his chest causing the Jedi to holler in pain and recoil at smelling his own flesh burn. Cloth and flesh stung while his free hand jerked to his wound, thankful it wasn’t bleeding. Sweat poured down his skin when he realized how terribly outmatched but his eyes held firm. His hand tightened and jerked, causing the nearest droid to jerk and fire into Sish’s back. Taking the distraction he shot forward and slashed at the exposed side should the Trandoshan turned to defend himself.

Sish laughed as he heard Xid cry out in pain, getting ready to attack again. Then blaster fire hit him in the upper back, absorbed by his his armor again. Can’t take much more of this.. Whirling around, he threw his lightsaber through the droid. Immediately he tried to turn around, but Force speed had worn off and the Jedi slashed through the Trandoshan’s armor, drawing a roar of pain from Sish. He slashed at Xid’s face with his claws, leaping back and trying to draw his lightsaber back to his claw.

Xid jerked back far enough to limit the damage. It didn’t spare him much suffering when the tips clipped his nose bridge creating a vivid cut just under his eyes. His hand however jerked out and summoned the Sith’s lightsaber to his hand briefly, enough to pour a bit of his Mechu Deru through it. His eyes flickered in triumph for a moment when he disrupted the crystal base rendering the weapon useless. Sish’s hand gripped the hilt from Xid’s grasp, the Jedi still putting distance between him and the Sith.

His feet stumbled, tripping over his hasty, his balance tumbled backwards causing him to fall upon his ass end. His lightsaber switch off in his panic and prevented injuring himself, Xid started to crawl in reverse to put more distance between the two before Sish realized his weapon was useless.

Sish stalked towards Xid, trying to activate his lightsaber. He clicked it twice before realizing that it wasn’t working. “You clever little bastard.” The Sith said, jumping backwards. Sish held out a claw, and attempted to force choke the Knight.

Xid felt his throat tighten and his hand trying to pry the invisible force off his neck, his own force trying to push back with no luck at all. His air slowly slipped from his burning lungs. His head started to become heavy and light headed, his focus drifting away. Frantic, his eyes flickered about to seek a way to turn this situation around. He spotted help immediately in the form of a droid hand lingering near Sish’s leg. A piece discarded and forgotten among the battle. He poured what force he could and since it was nearby, it twitched then clamped down on the sith’s heel back. The fingers’ grip was light at first and almost laughable. However, the longer it held… the stronger the pressure got until it started to tear and dig into flesh, ruining the back tendon to cripple the Trandoshan.

Jakali appeared from around the corner, having watched the scene unfold until he felt it was the perfect time for him to intervene. With every noise he had heard he inched closer to the corner until he was out in the open, though he stopped quickly, after assessing the situation at hand after two seconds or so. With his organic arm raised he used the Force to fling Xid off of his feet as the droid hand was digging into the poor Trandoshan nearby. Though he did not release his grip on the boy, he instead focused more and slammed him hard into the wall, hopefully hard enough to jiggle the Jedi’s weapon away from him.

Then, with the Force behind him, he surged towards the moved Jedi, though he careful not to try using his own weapon, after having observed how the boy manipulated Sish’ lightsaber. So he instead moved a foot into him, planting him to the ground. His eyes beaming onto the fallen boy like a star’s rays. He briefly considered checking up on Sish, but the creature was tough, if he was hurt that badly by a little droid hand then did he really deserve to be helped?

Sish was distracted from the force choke, Xid being automatically released, as he looked down at the hand squeezing his heel. The Trandoshan could feel the grip tightening, and leaned down to quickly rip the hand off and throw it off to the side. By that time, Jakali had arrived and had incapacitated the jedi.

Xid was disappointed when his counter had failed. When the forced released, he had spent a moment coughing before raising to his feet and tried to thrust his lightsaber through the Sith’s heart. Only instead of hitting his target, he was abruptly flipped backwards and knocked against the wall. His head hit the solid surface roughly sending agony within his skull followed by a daze sensation filling his vision.

His hand released his lightsaber on the impact and it skirted a short distance from where he crumbled. Trying to get back up quickly, he was promptly pinned to the ground where someone dug a foot into his back. Xid grunted and winched at the pain flooding him. The rib protested at the movement while he tried to push up but physically it was impossible.

Seeing no other option, his hand jerked out and tried to summon his lightsaber to his hand.

Jakali glanced down at the boy, he was impressed that he had given Sish such a strong fight, the reptile was no weakling. He watched the movements of the pinned Jedi, noticing a hand jutting out towards the Jedi’s lightsaber, but before anything could be done, Jakali shifted his footing and planted his other foot onto the hand. One on the back, the other on the hand, it worked well enough, he figured. With his organic hand he motioned for the Jedi’s lightsaber, pulling it towards him and out of where it could become a danger if Jakali slipped up and let the boy gain ground.

“If you aren’t going to let me go, then finish me off.” Xid spat with venom in his voice, his eyes hardened at the Sith around him. His sight counting the droid parts scattered and reached out to sense their condition. Slowly he tried to put together the damaged droid hand from Sish and connect it to a nearby arm, a leg reached for a foot, and all the time his body struggled under the sith to keep attention focused on him.

“Why the hell did you attack the te-” Xid’s words stopped within the middle of his sentence when a dread washed over him. In that moment, sorrow, pain and loss filled his core. That could only mean one thing… Sela had been killed. His free hand slammed into the floor, his words soft but audible to both. “No… she can’t be dead.”

“She? Which one of the dozens of Jedi that we slaughtered? You tend to lose count once you hit triple digits.” Jakali asked the pinned Knight, mostly using it as a taunt though he wasn’t certain who exactly the boy was speaking of, maybe a master or a friend, it didn’t matter.

Xid’s eyes tried to snap behind him, trying to spot the owner’s face but couldn’t manage to face him. “It wouldn’t matter to someone like you who dies or lives. Sith only look out for themselves and never once benefited anyone outside themselves. So just kill me and get it over with. I shouldn’t be any different than the others you so willingly cut down.”

“Oh, if you only knew, young Jedi.” Jakali said, then hit the boy on the head just hard enough to knock him out, not any more to cause damage. With that Sish and he headed back to deliver the new prisoner.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

You lurk, @Heat? You did not hide your presence in the IRC sufficiently.

@Ellri

Wasn't really trying to hide, I pop in and out, if the room isn't very busy I leave. I get bored easily.

USS Audacia: Boldly Going Where We Really Shouldn't

Roy stayed quiet, the others speaking as the doctor thought about the mission. If it was as simple as they were making it out to be then he wouldn't even be needed on it. Of course it was never that simple. The absence of a captain threw a wrench in there and really raised the possibility that something might complicate the mission. Of course he didn't know for certain and was just spouting paranoid thoughts, but it was his job as a doctor to worry for the potential safety of those under his care.

"I think I'll stay on the ship, ma'am, doesn't seem like you'll need a doctor for a pickup mission." He said, glancing at Maggie. Roy almost mentioned something about that they should have some high ranking personal stay on the ship, to keep everyone from eating each other alive and have at least some semblance of order.

"Besides, I think Dr. O'Neil and Kiera are more than enough brains for the mission." He added with a smile.

The Coming Tide of War

<Snipped quote by Heat>

Ah awesome sauce. So in regards to moving the RP forwards, are we doing a time jump?

@Kingfisher

Well it's up to you guys, I thought about giving it a day or two to see if anyone posted in the IC before doing a jump.