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Here's what I've got to throw in, if it needs any changes lemme know o/

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"Darth hm? That's a fancy title, let's see if it helps you in battle," she said, and pointed to the wall once again. "If you're so eager to slaughter, come with me to the wall. While I'm busy getting a door open you can make sure any witnesses that might run off and spoil the fun don't get the chance to do so."

She started to move then paused long enough to look back at him. "My name is Willo Assay, that's all I claim." With that, Willo exited the shadows of the alley and began a quick yet sneaky trek towards the damaged wall of the temple. Ducking between dug up concrete and steel, it didn't take long to close the distance and size up the damage.

A frown found its way over her face, the crack wasn't nearly as large as she'd thought it was, and it didn't penetrate clear through. They'd need another way in, though she wasn't very well versed in hacking. It needed to be quiet, if they called too much attention to themselves the Jedi would mass around them like antibodies and they'd die against the wall.

"I don't suppose the darth has any ideas to get in," she said, not checking to see if he'd followed or not.
this looks very interesting! Hope I'm not too late to join in and make a CS!
Heeey plot development!
Willo Assay

The battle continued on and Willo saw that the Dark Jedi were thinned in number. Pitiful, the fight would be over if all they had to rely on were the droids. She remained hidden in the shadows, watching, concealing herself and her presence from any Jedi who might be snooping around with their senses extended. The temple looked sturdy, and many of the other entrances were shut off, but Willo could make do with a small hole or a thin opening. If she made it in she might even consider opening a few doors to help spread a little panic, draw attention away from the archives long enough for her to work her magic. She spotted a few cracks in the foundation, and from eyeball distance guessed that she could squeeze through.

Her attention was pulled to the sound of another's approach, and she peered down the alley to see not another Jedi, but the Zabrak. The grin returned, and she stepped from the shadows. "Well well, look who's here. Conceal yourself and come observe."

She turned back to the temple, eyes finding the crack in the wall once again. "The Dark Jedi are falling, I'd suppose whoever is supposed to be leading this attack is either dead or should be. I'm going to find a way inside, open a few doors and see if they can take use of the handicap. I trust you're competent enough to handle getting in once that's done?"
Russ


Russ was used to taking quick power-naps, often in far less comfortable places than the padded seats of the airship. Nevertheless she was a light sleeper and it didn't take long for the occasional bumps in the path to wake her. Without a watch to tell the time she wasn't sure how long she'd slept, but it was enough to at least leave her feeling a bit revitalized.

Standing up from her seat, Russ stretched her arms out wide, much to the aggravation of a flanking student. She offered a mumbled, half-assed apology and turned her attention to the rest of the inhabitants. There would be no use getting her hopes up if she saw a capable student, as it was unlikely she'd get them as teammates, but keeping her senses sharp never seemed like a bad idea. Not that hunters and huntresses were the most subtle of people. Elegant, flashy outfits and unique albeit cumbersome weapons did little to make one inconspicuous. As she looked over the other students and headed for the viewing area a few thoughts passed through her head, the most prevalent being along the lines of "overcompensation". The rest were the subtle little restraints that she knew she no longer needed to enforce but nonetheless reminded herself of. Stealing from fellow students could and would only lead to bad things, and no matter how full someone's wallet looked, so to speak, allies were allies and breaking the law on them was bad. Bad Russ.

The sight of a boy who looked about ready to empty his stomach onto the floor made her walk a bit faster. If it was the motion, then the unfortunate student would just have to suffer the rest of the way, if it was the height...well then she supposed he would just have to suffer the rest of the way. Whoops. He didn't sound too pleased about his predicament either, and she hoped for his sake there were sick-bags around.

In the viewing area proper she saw that there were far less people, though the ones present certainly had the unique twist to them. One looked like a monster, and she didn't know a more polite way to put it. She figured he knew how he looked, and if he was comfortable enough to show it off then he'd probably heard his fair share of bullshit by this point. Besides, with that hulk of a flail he could handle himself. The little sculpture caught her attention though, and for the brief moment before she realized it was ice and not diamond, she had begun forming a plan to snatch it. Dammit, bad.

Then there was the other faunus, and Russ couldn't really tell what she was. Old Snappy was some kind of shark faunus, but the girl just looked vaguely bestial. Maybe that had been for the best, Russ had always heard horror stories of faunus being treated horribly. With wide, nervous eyes like those, it didn't seem like a bad guess to think the girl had seen a hard time.

Out of habit she gave an absent wave and then took a seat, being sure to give Jaws some space. "Guess this is the cool kids room," she said, turning her attention tot he window. It really was a nice view, it was a shame some people couldn't look at it without getting the urge to vomit.

(Round 1)
Alive as well
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.
Looks like I'm gonna have to employ some sneakier methods to avoid the Jedi meatgrinder <D
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