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Star wars: The End of an Era

Willo Assay

The Jedi continued to gather, but Willo would let the fodder throw themselves away into the front lines. There would be other ways into the temple, and she'd find them if she had to carve one out herself. Tossing one last look the the Zabrak, she cut to the side and transitioned from the open streets to the more confined quarters between sealed buildings. If he was going to follow, he would do so, if not she would just have to hope from a distance that he wasn't a failure.

The alleys provided ample concealment from the light of battle outside, with only the occasional blaster fired at such an angle flashing red into the shadows. It wouldn't get her inside perhaps, but close enough to find a way. Closer than the front-liners would get, anyway.

A sudden movement in front of her refocused her eyes, and she came to a steady halt in the dark, cramped alley. A man stood across from her, and for a moment she thought it to be another Dark Jedi with a similar idea to her own. However, a second glance to his light robes and wide, naive eyes told her that it was quite the opposite. They stood still for a few moments, he seemed unsure whether or not she was an enemy. Willo's lips pulled into an open grin, then the man reached for his saber.

For the briefest moment the alley was lit by a vibrant green light as his sword ignited, but Willo lunged forward like a snake. She grabbed his wrist and sent a quick jab to his face, which served as distraction enough to fling the blade from his hand. He threw a punch and she dodged, her natural Vahlan flexibility helping to clear the blow easily, then locked her shins against his before he could kick. Willo struck his chest and gut, and when he hunched from the blow she brought her knee into his nose with a sickening 'crack'. The man reeled back in pain, but she threw her weight into him and held him against the wall, one hand over his mouth, the other over his chin. It was just a flicker of power, the force pulsing through her veins and coalescing as powerful but contained emission that broke his neck before he could muster a counter attack. It was over.

Willo let go and he slumped to the ground, only then noticing the long braid slung across his shoulder.

"Your master should be disappointed," she mused, before continuing on through the alley. If the young man's master was indeed around, she didn't want to have to take another detour to deal with them.

By the end of the alleyway she was looking up at the temple from close by. Much of the hardest fighting was behind her in the streets, but here she could control her combat environment. Willo waited once again, this time for an ample distraction that she could use to find a way inside.

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Looks like I'm gonna have to employ some sneakier methods to avoid the Jedi meatgrinder <D

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Alright boys and girls, everyone back on the hype train.

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Willo Assay

The battle had begun to draw closer. There were sounds of explosions and firing in the near distance, and she could see --just faintly-- the nagging glow of the lightsaber spectrum. Many guardians, many knights, all so eager. A few of the dark Jedi had charged in their impatience, but Willo remained in the back, pausing when the presence of another voice caught her attention.

The man looked as most of the others did, and she spotted the two lightsabers at his hips. He showed at least some manner of constraint, that is until he began reciting "the Code". It made her grimace, and when he walked off of the transport she gave him an answer to his question.

"I believe in few things, but I believe the most pertinent would be this. 'Through power I gain victory'," she said, the words holding such refinement that would come with years upon years of ceaseless rehearsal. "I suppose we'll find out today which of these eager ones is worthy, and which ones will die in chains."

With that she began to walk on towards the temple, but not before throwing a look to him over her shoulder. Despite his butchery of the Code, she felt in him an inkling of that rare o' rare potential. "If you come with me, perhaps we can see just how capable you are of breaking your own chains."

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Willo Assay

Willo had spent much of the last few months in a state of emotional suspension, but for the first time in a long while she was excited. Sitting in the transport she felt her heart beating, her pulse racing blood through her veins. It was a purge of sorts, getting all of the exhilaration out now so that she could enter battle with a clean slate, and accumulate newer emotions as they became necessary.

The others who sat around waiting with her were not droids, but soldiers, some force-sensitive and most wielding lightsabers. Yet she could sense a weakness emanating, signalling her like a fire in the forest. Some were simply out for personal gain, but the more aggravating of the group sought knowledge of the Sith. They scuttled around beneath its banner as if it were their home, as if they had any right to say they lived by the Code. The temple's information would bring no reassurance, but it offered the opportunity to begin the new order, her order. That too brought a familiar grin to her face, bringing together the devious gleam in her eyes.

"Peace is a lie," she said, more to herself than those around her. "There is only passion."

She found herself wondering if any of the dregs aboard even knew the oath, or what it meant, what it truly meant. She had little faith, but perhaps one of them would show some promise. Amidst the ensuing chaos that was sure to come she would have to keep her eyes out for the strength of her allies, as well as her foes. Any could be shown the truth of the Code, light or dark it didn't matter, but only the strong could embrace it as it was meant to be.

Suddenly the ship came to a halt and they had landed. Willo took a deep breath to clear her mind, but the faint ghost of a smile remained upon her face. The doors opened and she saw that they were in the temple district. Perfect, the chaos would be right at their threshold, all they would have to do would be to push it to the temple itself. Whatever meager defenses the Jedi had seen fit to scatter this far out would not hold them back, and the fear she sensed in the streets outside told her that she wasn't the only one to understand that fact. It appeared as if their surprise attack had garnered some form of a shock advantage.

As she walked outside, Willo held her saber delicately. The black metal had been polished for ceremony, but she had only barely allowed herself to do that. It had not been cleaned since her master had died, and though she did not consider herself sentimental she had little interest in presentation and flair. Her sabre did not need to shine to instill fear, she only needed to wield it. The thing remained "sheathed" however, and would remain so until she needed to use it, be it to deflect a bolt or engage a Jedi.

While she waited she scanned over a few of her "allies", the ones who had naively brought her along under the idea that she cared for their attack. All variety of species and weapons, but so little potential among them. Finding suitable followers would indeed be difficult, but if successful they would be keystones in the rise of her order. So she watched, content for the time being to see what they did before she too dived into the chaos and headed for the temple, and it's precious archives.

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So from the end of the post is it to be assumed that Anora's shuttle is landed?

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Wow you weren't kidding about the length, can't wait to jump in!

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Hype train!

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Heya heya Rultaos

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Willo Asayy

Appearance

Name: Willo Asayy

Race: Vahla

Age: 20

Sex: Female

Affiliation: Sith

Rank: Cultist, fanatic

Physical Description: Like most Vahla, she’s tall and lithe, though admittedly shorter than what could be considered standard. Her skin is a chalk white, unnatural and eerie to look upon. Her eyes are wide and violet in color, and sharing gazes with her might lead one to think that she’s constantly longing for something. Her hair is black and medium length.
She most often wears standard swordsman’s robes, black in color and without a cloak. A waist coat falls behind her legs though as a harken back to old sith attire.

Mental Description: Willo believes in only one thing, the Sith Code. The mantra that led many to greatness and even more to doom has become her guiding light in life. She strives to become powerful beyond historical measure, and raise the sith order up from the shambles of its current state.
She’s often jovially distant, but harbors a disdain for those who bring shame upon the code.

History: Willo remembers little of the time before her devotion to the code. The farthest her memory reaches is to her arrival on Korriban under the tutelage of a man who promised her freedom. She remembers training tirelessly from the time she was a child until her progression into a young woman. She remembers the pain of learning, and the power that came from overcoming it. She remembers reciting the code for days on end until she collapsed from exhaustion, and then waking to do it again.
The man was never pleased, no matter how loud she screamed or how hard she hit, when they trained he would ask for more until she could give him nothing. When she was disarmed he would singe her hand, when she lost her footing he would make her hold a wide stance for hours until her legs felt as dust. Her choices were to learn or be cut down, and so she learned.
By the time she turned eighteen Willo was able to hold her own against her master, and that year he pushed her past any limit she still possessed. Her losses would result in beatings more severe than she had ever received, but her victories rewarded her with strength, and passion.
When she turned nineteen, she truly bested her master. Their duel had taken a ferocious turn, as they tended to do, and at last Willo managed to disarm him. Quite literally she removed his arm, and then she removed his head.
It had been easy, in fact it had been easier than she’d anticipated. When he fell to his knees and looked up at her, she saw the weakness he berated her over for years and years. It had starved in her and sought refuge within him, and so she saw the chance to rid herself of it forever.
There would be no weakness in the Sith. What had fallen was unworthy of the code it had been based upon, and so she would not reform but form anew an order to live up to it.
Willo set out with this cause in mind, the weak who still paraded around in the Sith name would be culled. Only the strong, the truly strong would remain, and the galaxy would finally come to heel beneath the natural order.
Presently she is masquerading as a Dark Jedi, aiding in the assault on Coruscant. Though she has little interest in the outcome of the attack, it does provide a means of scouting for potential recruits to the new cult. As well, it never hurts to weed out a few weaklings and blasphemers along the way.

Equipment: One single-bladed lightsaber, red. The handle is plain and black, with no markings or other colorations upon it.

Other: Willo is an exceptionally skilled duelist, and prefers to handle opponents one on one.