TheElvenJedi

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Aria had bolted towards her father without thinking, without considering that it would leave her open to Bracknell’s attack. Thankfully, Yerbol drove forward and occupied his attention, which allowed her to sink to her knees carefully beside the Sith Lord, who was barely breathing.
“Never could...do as you were told.” he sighed. “Told you, you’d be the death of me one day…”
“Daddy, no we’ll...we’ll get you back to a shuttle and get a medpac on it you’ll be f-fine!” Aria choked out, feebly trying to put pressure on the wound though there would be no blood coming out of it due to the lightsaber’s almost instant cauterizing effect.
“No.” Roan managed to shake his head, murmuring. “Listen...I’ve done my bit...now you have to do yours...finish what we started...if he’s...got any brains left...he’ll be pissing himself...you two can...beat him…”
Aria wanted to protest, her hands shaking as she slowly sank back onto her haunches, glancing up at Yerbol as she felt the surge of energy flowing through her body from Renso. HE was Renso?!
“Hey.” her father was smiling. ACTUALLY smiling, for the first time she could remember since she had been a little girl. “I’m...proud of you. You’d have made...one hell of a Darth, kiddo.” and that would be the last thing Roan ever said to her.
She expected to cry. To feel utterly lost for what she would do without him. But no tears came. Only white hot, searing rage. She looked up again to glimpse Yerbol beckoning her to join him, as their eyes locked she nodded and rose to her feet, skirting carefully around Roan’s body to stand at his side.
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If murder had had a look personified, it was reflected in Aria’s eyes at that moment. And it TERRIFIED Bracknell.

His step faltered, only briefly, which gave the duo time to execute their signature move, though Bracknell quickly recovered, flinging Yerbol backwards before twisting to avoid Aria’s blades arcing straight for his neck. Strafing sideways again, he drove the hilt of his saber into her collarbone and sent Aria staggering after her counterpart, giving him enough time to step backwards and recenter himself momentarily before the duo launched another assault, which he barely managed to parry. Yerbol’s blade sliced into his right shoulder while Aria’s clipped his torso as she darted to his left.
Spinning to face them again, Bracknell’s grin began to fade. His wounded leg couldn’t take his weight as effectively, meaning he had to keep shifting every few seconds. His shoulder smarted painfully. His breath came in short, pained gasps.
Neither Aria nor Yerbol had broken out in a single sweat, their knuckles white as they clutched their weapons and shifted as if to mount another attack. Slowly, Bracknell began to inch backwards, there was an elevator here...he could escape to the hangar, flee to the planet and meet up with Soto….

“GRRRRRRRRRR!!!!” His attention snapped from the pair he had been fighting with to the two hounds that materialised behind him, blocking his path to the elevator door. Spittle dripped from their maws, ghostly crimson eyes boring into his own.
“Traaaaaaaaiiiitooorrrrrrrrr.” one hissed, their teeth gnashing together as they prowled closer. Bracknell swallowed and strafed back away from the Tuk’ata, another glance thrown over his shoulder towards Aria and Yerbol. He’d take them over the beasts any day. Holy crap, those things gave him the creeps (one of the reasons he hadn’t managed to kill Roan previously)!
A pained yelp would leave Bracknell’s mouth as the larger of the hounds lunged forward suddenly, barrelling into him with her full weight and knocking him right off his feet. He swore as his lightsaber clattered from his grasp, rolling right towards Aria, whose extended hand beckoned it there.

The crystal buried within the hilt crunched loudly beneath the sole of Aria’s foot as Bracknell staggered to his feet once more.
Unarmed. He was unarmed. The beast’s breath hot against the back of his neck, Aria and Yerbol’s sabers humming in front of him. Nowhere left to run as they all inched closer….
Slowly, he raised his hands and choked out, voice going up an octave.
“Let’s...let’s talk about this...okay? We don’t have to be unreasona-”
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“Washing your hands in blood won’t take away the stains.” Aria hissed, Bracknell flinching as she raised a hand, though he would open one eye quizically as nothing happened. No lightning. No gusts of wind...no other energy manipulation. Her hand hovered, palm turned inwards, in front of Yerbol’s chest as the other gripped her remaining weapon. Wait. She wanted him to wait.

Bracknell was going to SUFFER for the things he had done. The command spoken was barely a whisper from her lips:
“Bleed him.” but the Sith hounds heard it. And obeyed.
Bracknell seemed skeptical. “You think they’ll listen to you? They only followed Roan out of fe-ARGH!” a pained cry escaped him involuntarily at the sharp cutting pain that gripped his already injured leg. Blood oozed from the two neat rows of fang marks the Tuk’ata’s teeth had left. The beasts let out chilling howls, striking again each time Bracknell tried to stand up, every impact rending another chunk from his flesh. Shoulder. Forearm. The other leg. Eyes. Throat.

Still, Aria waited, counting each bite, speaking with an eerie calmness to her tone as she paced closer still, Yerbol close beside her.
One.
“That’s for my mother.”
Two.
“And Merak.”
Three.
“Takree and Qanarr.”
Four.
“For Korriban.”
Five.
“For Tython.”
Six.
“For Lysa.”
Seven.
“For the other Masters.”
Eight.
“And for my father.”

“It’s still a quicker death than you deserve!”
Finally, the Tuk’ata paced backwards to leave the final blows to the duo, their tails lashing in excitement as they looked on and licked Bracknell’s blood from their muzzles. Aria looked to Yerbol again after her vehement final proclamation, a silent confirmation. Their sabers raised in unison, Bracknell now too weak from blood loss to do anything but brace himself for the inevitable impact as they swung downwards….
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Vano and her squad broke the treeline in time to witness the end of Voldon and Soto’s duel, the forces that had been riveted there to attention suddenly fumbling to re-engage in their battle. Vano’s squad hurried to raise their weapons once more as the Alliance troops crept forward, only to halt as Voldon bellowed out for their surrender. No more troops broke cover to advance.
Her sides heaving from exertion, Vano spun to face the Battlemaster, blinking away the blood that dripped into her remaining eye from a freshly opened gash (whether the culprit had been an Alliance vibroblade or a stray branch during the retreat, she could not remember).
“You’re not going to kill her…?” the Mirialan gasped out, disbelief edging her tone. "She'd kill you in a heartbeat if your places were switched!"

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Aria had bolted towards her father without thinking, without considering that it would leave her open to Bracknell’s attack. Thankfully, Yerbol drove forward and occupied his attention, which allowed her to sink to her knees carefully beside the Sith Lord, who was barely breathing.
“Never could...do as you were told.” he sighed. “Told you, you’d be the death of me one day…”
“Daddy, no we’ll...we’ll get you back to a shuttle and get a medpac on it you’ll be f-fine!” Aria choked out, feebly trying to put pressure on the wound though there would be no blood coming out of it due to the lightsaber’s almost instant cauterizing effect.
“No.” Roan managed to shake his head, murmuring. “Listen...I’ve done my bit...now you have to do yours...finish what we started...if he’s...got any brains left...he’ll be pissing himself...you two can...beat him…”
Aria wanted to protest, her hands shaking as she slowly sank back onto her haunches, glancing up at Yerbol as she felt the surge of energy flowing through her body from Renso. HE was Renso?!
“Hey.” her father was smiling. ACTUALLY smiling, for the first time she could remember since she had been a little girl. “I’m...proud of you. You’d have made...one hell of a Darth, kiddo.” and that would be the last thing Roan ever said to her.
She expected to cry. To feel utterly lost for what she would do without him. But no tears came. Only white hot, searing rage. She looked up again to glimpse Yerbol beckoning her to join him, as their eyes locked she nodded and rose to her feet, skirting carefully around Roan’s body to stand at his side.
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If murder had had a look personified, it was reflected in Aria’s eyes at that moment. And it TERRIFIED Bracknell.

His step faltered, only briefly, which gave the duo time to execute their signature move, though Bracknell quickly recovered, flinging Yerbol backwards before twisting to avoid Aria’s blades arcing straight for his neck. Strafing sideways again, he drove the hilt of his saber into her collarbone and sent Aria staggering after her counterpart, giving him enough time to step backwards and recenter himself momentarily before the duo launched another assault, which he barely managed to parry. Yerbol’s blade sliced into his right shoulder while Aria’s clipped his torso as she darted to his left.
Spinning to face them again, Bracknell’s grin began to fade. His wounded leg couldn’t take his weight as effectively, meaning he had to keep shifting every few seconds. His shoulder smarted painfully. His breath came in short, pained gasps.
Neither Aria nor Yerbol had broken out in a single sweat, their knuckles white as they clutched their weapons and shifted as if to mount another attack. Slowly, Bracknell began to inch backwards, there was an elevator here...he could escape to the hangar, flee to the planet and meet up with Soto….

“GRRRRRRRRRR!!!!” His attention snapped from the pair he had been fighting with to the two hounds that materialised behind him, blocking his path to the elevator door. Spittle dripped from their maws, ghostly crimson eyes boring into his own.
“Traaaaaaaaiiiitooorrrrrrrrr.” one hissed, their teeth gnashing together as they prowled closer. Bracknell swallowed and strafed back away from the Tuk’ata, another glance thrown over his shoulder towards Aria and Yerbol. He’d take them over the beasts any day. Holy crap, those things gave him the creeps (one of the reasons he hadn’t managed to kill Roan previously)!
A pained yelp would leave Bracknell’s mouth as the larger of the hounds lunged forward suddenly, barrelling into him with her full weight and knocking him right off his feet. He swore as his lightsaber clattered from his grasp, rolling right towards Aria, whose extended hand beckoned it there.

The crystal buried within the hilt crunched loudly beneath the sole of Aria’s foot as Bracknell staggered to his feet once more.
Unarmed. He was unarmed. The beast’s breath hot against the back of his neck, Aria and Yerbol’s sabers humming in front of him. Nowhere left to run as they all inched closer….
Slowly, he raised his hands and choked out, voice going up an octave.
“Let’s...let’s talk about this...okay? We don’t have to be unreasona-”

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“Washing your hands in blood won’t take away the stains.” Aria hissed, Bracknell flinching as she raised a hand, though he would open one eye quizically as nothing happened. No lightning. No gusts of wind...no other energy manipulation. Her hand hovered, palm turned inwards, in front of Yerbol’s chest as the other gripped her remaining weapon. Wait. She wanted him to wait.

Bracknell was going to SUFFER for the things he had done. The command spoken was barely a whisper from her lips:
“Bleed him.” but the Sith hounds heard it. And obeyed.
Bracknell seemed skeptical. “You think they’ll listen to you? They only followed Roan out of fe-ARGH!” a pained cry escaped him involuntarily at the sharp cutting pain that gripped his already injured leg. Blood oozed from the two neat rows of fang marks the Tuk’ata’s teeth had left. The beasts let out chilling howls, striking again each time Bracknell tried to stand up, every impact rending another chunk from his flesh. Shoulder. Forearm. The other leg. Eyes. Throat.

Still, Aria waited, counting each bite, speaking with an eerie calmness to her tone as she paced closer still, Yerbol close beside her.
One.
“That’s for my mother.”
Two.
“And Merak.”
Three.
“Takree and Qanarr.”
Four.
“For Korriban.”
Five.
“For Tython.”
Six.
“For Lysa.”
Seven.
“For the other Masters.”
Eight.
“And for my father.”

“It’s still a quicker death than you deserve!”
Finally, the Tuk’ata paced backwards to leave the final blows to the duo, their tails lashing in excitement as they looked on and licked Bracknell’s blood from their muzzles. Aria looked to Yerbol again after her vehement final proclamation, a silent confirmation. Their sabers raised in unison, Bracknell now too weak from blood loss to do anything but brace himself for the inevitable impact as they swung downwards….
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Vano and her squad broke the treeline in time to witness the end of Voldon and Soto’s duel, the forces that had been riveted there to attention suddenly fumbling to re-engage in their battle. Vano’s squad hurried to raise their weapons once more as the Alliance troops crept forward, only to halt as Voldon bellowed out for their surrender. No more troops broke cover to advance.
Her sides heaving from exertion, Vano spun to face the Battlemaster, blinking away the blood that dripped into her remaining eye from a freshly opened gash (whether the culprit had been an Alliance vibroblade or a stray branch during the retreat, she could not remember).
“You’re not going to kill her…?” the Mirialan gasped out, disbelief edging her tone.

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Aria had bolted towards her father without thinking, without considering that it would leave her open to Bracknell’s attack. Thankfully, Yerbol drove forward and occupied his attention, which allowed her to sink to her knees carefully beside the Sith Lord, who was barely breathing.
“Never could...do as you were told.” he sighed. “Told you, you’d be the death of me one day…”
“Daddy, no we’ll...we’ll get you back to a shuttle and get a medpac on it you’ll be f-fine!” Aria choked out, feebly trying to put pressure on the wound though there would be no blood coming out of it due to the lightsaber’s almost instant cauterizing effect.
“No.” Roan managed to shake his head, murmuring. “Listen...I’ve done my bit...now you have to do yours...finish what we started...if he’s...got any brains left...he’ll be pissing himself...you two can...beat him…”
Aria wanted to protest, her hands shaking as she slowly sank back onto her haunches, glancing up at Yerbol as she felt the surge of energy flowing through her body from Renso. HE was Renso?!
“Hey.” her father was smiling. ACTUALLY smiling, for the first time she could remember since she had been a little girl. “I’m...proud of you. You’d have made...one hell of a Darth, kiddo.” and that would be the last thing Roan ever said to her.
She expected to cry. To feel utterly lost for what she would do without him. But no tears came. Only white hot, searing rage. She looked up again to glimpse Yerbol beckoning her to join him, as their eyes locked she nodded and rose to her feet, skirting carefully around Roan’s body to stand at his side.
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If murder had had a look personified, it was reflected in Aria’s eyes at that moment. And it TERRIFIED Bracknell.

His step faltered, only briefly, which gave the duo time to execute their signature move, though Bracknell quickly recovered, flinging Yerbol backwards before twisting to avoid Aria’s blades arcing straight for his neck. Strafing sideways again, he drove the hilt of his saber into her collarbone and sent Aria staggering after her counterpart, giving him enough time to step backwards and recenter himself momentarily before the duo launched another assault, which he barely managed to parry. Yerbol’s blade sliced into his right shoulder while Aria’s clipped his torso as she darted to his left.
Spinning to face them again, Bracknell’s grin began to fade. His wounded leg couldn’t take his weight as effectively, meaning he had to keep shifting every few seconds. His shoulder smarted painfully. His breath came in short, pained gasps.
Neither Aria nor Yerbol had broken out in a single sweat, their knuckles white as they clutched their weapons and shifted as if to mount another attack. Slowly, Bracknell began to inch backwards, there was an elevator here...he could escape to the hangar, flee to the planet and meet up with Soto….

“GRRRRRRRRRR!!!!” His attention snapped from the pair he had been fighting with to the two hounds that materialised behind him, blocking his path to the elevator door. Spittle dripped from their maws, ghostly crimson eyes boring into his own.
“Traaaaaaaaiiiitooorrrrrrrrr.” one hissed, their teeth gnashing together as they prowled closer. Bracknell swallowed and strafed back away from the Tuk’ata, another glance thrown over his shoulder towards Aria and Yerbol. He’d take them over the beasts any day. Holy crap, those things gave him the creeps (one of the reasons he hadn’t managed to kill Roan previously)!
A pained yelp would leave Bracknell’s mouth as the larger of the hounds lunged forward suddenly, barrelling into him with her full weight and knocking him right off his feet. He swore as his lightsaber clattered from his grasp, rolling right towards Aria, whose extended hand beckoned it there.

The crystal buried within the hilt crunched loudly beneath the sole of Aria’s foot as Bracknell staggered to his feet once more.
Unarmed. He was unarmed. The beast’s breath hot against the back of his neck, Aria and Yerbol’s sabers humming in front of him. Nowhere left to run as they all inched closer….
Slowly, he raised his hands and choked out, voice going up an octave.
“Let’s...let’s talk about this...okay? We don’t have to be unreasona-”

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“Washing your hands in blood won’t take away the stains.” Aria hissed, Bracknell flinching as she raised a hand, though he would open one eye quizically as nothing happened. No lightning. No gusts of wind...no other energy manipulation. Her hand hovered, palm turned inwards, in front of Yerbol’s chest as the other gripped her remaining weapon. Wait. She wanted him to wait.

Bracknell was going to SUFFER for the things he had done. The command spoken was barely a whisper from her lips:
“Bleed him.” but the Sith hounds heard it. And obeyed.
Bracknell seemed skeptical. “You think they’ll listen to you? They only followed Roan out of fe-ARGH!” a pained cry escaped him involuntarily at the sharp cutting pain that gripped his already injured leg. Blood oozed from the two neat rows of fang marks the Tuk’ata’s teeth had left. The beasts let out chilling howls, striking again each time Bracknell tried to stand up, every impact rending another chunk from his flesh. Shoulder. Forearm. The other leg. Eyes. Throat.

Still, Aria waited, counting each bite, speaking with an eerie calmness to her tone as she paced closer still, Yerbol close beside her.
One.
“That’s for my mother.”
Two.
“And Merak.”
Three.
“Takree and Qanarr.”
Four.
“For Korriban.”
Five.
“For Tython.”
Six.
“For Lysa.”
Seven.
“For the other Masters.”
Eight.
“And for my father.”

“It’s still a quicker death than you deserve!”
Finally, the Tuk’ata paced backwards to leave the final blows to the duo, their tails lashing in excitement as they looked on and licked Bracknell’s blood from their muzzles. Aria looked to Yerbol again after her vehement final proclamation, a silent confirmation. Their sabers raised in unison, Bracknell now too weak from blood loss to do anything but brace himself for the inevitable impact as they swung downwards….
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Vano and her squad broke the treeline in time to witness the end of Voldon and Soto’s duel, the forces that had been riveted there to attention suddenly fumbling to re-engage in their battle. Vano’s squad hurried to raise their weapons once more as the Alliance troops crept forward, only to halt as Voldon bellowed out for their surrender. No more troops broke cover to advance.
Her sides heaving from exertion, Vano spun to face the Battlemaster, blinking away the blood that dripped into her remaining eye from a freshly opened gash (whether the culprit had been an Alliance vibroblade or a stray branch during the retreat, she could not remember).
“You’re not going to kill her…?” the Mirialan gasped out, disbelief edging her tone.

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

EDIT: Aaand another double post oops T_T

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Wahahahaha, these server errors seem to be intent on making us look impatient XD

More ambience: youtube.com/watch?v=ASj81daun5Q Ari and Bol are gonna kick some Bracknell butt! *fangirls uncontrollably* I can't believe we've finally gotten to it mwahaha!

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Double post...silly Guild servers! XD

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

I can totally work him in as a Force ghost or something, for sure! XD Couldn't see him going down any other way than smirking tbh XD Gonna be a lot more feels in the "last dying moments" exchange with Ari in my next post before she goes to kick some Bracknell butt with Bol's help :K

Minor spoiler alert, they are totally staying around! I was actually going to have them sort of attach to Aria as self-imposed guard dogs since she smells like Roan and they've been following him around so long they don't remember how to NOT be under someone's control (sad confused doggos incoming D: XD) And Ari is going to sort of attach to them as well so her and Bol are going to inherit some creepy, ugly guard dogs pahahahaha

Mwahaha this is gonna be grand! Yep, I figured they'd need the Master helping them somehow or Bracknell would steamroll straight through them like he did with Roan :P Sounds good to me, can't wait to see what you've got! O.O *bounces excitedly*

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Vano found a stab of relief pass through her as Voldon seemed to agree with her theory, though she couldn’t help but feel the urge to protest to the Battlemaster facing Soto alone. “But shouldn’t you-” though he had already sprinted off in the direction of blaster fire and shouts of final agony further towards the base. “Don’t break cover until we have to fall back!” she instructed her squad, sticking to Voldon’s instructions. Ahead of them, the treeline shivered as more of their units, led by Elara and other members of Havok squad, fell back, unable to beat back the advancing throng of Alliance soldiers as they stormed through the thick jungle canopies towards them.
“We have to keep them back from the compound as long as we can!”
The shriek of pain that echoed from behind them sent a cold shiver down the Mirialan’s spine. Soto had gotten someone. One of the Force users, too, if the shift in the energies was anything to go by. Doubling over to brace her hands against her knees for a moment, Vano had to drop back and let her squad take the brunt of the next barrage of fire while she regained her breath, extending a hand to yank them back towards the cover line when it was clear they couldn’t hold their position any longer.
“Drop back! There’s too many of them!”

Master Roan, whatever you’re doing up there...please, hurry. She knew he probably wouldn’t hear her, but if the other team couldn’t get rid of Bracknell and slow the assault soon, there may not be a resistance base left when they returned….
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The Sith beasts skidded to a stop on either side of their Master, snarls rumbling in their throats as they faced down Bracknell while the other Sith Lord advanced towards them. Even Roan seemed to falter for a split second, taken aback by the sheer strength emanating from their adversary. He had intended to let Aria and Yerbol have a hand in Bracknell’s downfall (it only seemed right to give them a chance at some revenge of their own), but now….no, he couldn’t risk it. Bracknell was too powerful. He would have to do this alone. His own lightsaber crackling to life, Roan glanced over his shoulder at the trio behind him and murmured.
“Yerbol.” Roan’s voice was quiet, but still firm as ever as he spoke directly to the Knight. “Take Aria and Abbeth and find Cheriss, then get back to the shuttle. Leave Bracknell to me.”

They wouldn’t have time to argue as Bracknell raised a hand, almost nonchalantly, a barrage of white-blue electricity flying towards the group. Roan hastily flung up a barrier to block it, though even he was nearly knocked off his feet by the impact. “YERBOL! NOW!” the Sith Lord snarled. He sprang forward to engage Bracknell again, giving them the chance to slip off before the other man could attempt to harm them again. Roan hated having to close blades with Bracknell, he wasn’t a talented duelist by any means, but he had to block Bracknell’s concentration from Aria and Yerbol and there was no more efficient way. Visceral snarls from his left-hand side informed him that Taral was still at his side, giving him some form of cover to fall back on if he tired, though without Chwuq to protect his other side Roan was still vulnerable to Bracknell’s less than honourable tactics.

The remaining Tuk’ata could only do so much, and with Bracknell’s strength so amplified since their last duel, Roan couldn’t hold his ground for more than a few minutes of exchanged blows. He tried to push back, force Bracknell into moving backwards, but each time Roan or Taral tried to mount an offensive strike, Bracknell shifted his stance and closed the opening. There was no way he could predict their every move...he couldn’t! And yet it seemed to Roan the longer this wore on that this would be the place his vision had warned him about. Bracknell lunged forward again, a burst of energy unbalancing Roan and sending his only protector flying backwards to land in a heap at the doorway. Taral’s life essence was faint, but still there, though he could not get up. Roan would not have time to worry about his companion however, as Bracknell almost instantly drove forward again, his movements startlingly precise and quick as they aimed one strike after the other for Roan’s vitals. He parried many, one to the neck, another to the head, one to the abdomen, but his enemy’s assault was so vicious he could not sustain the speed at which he would have to move to keep blocking. No matter, he had done his part...Aria and Yerbol would leave this ship safely and return to the other Masters. If he couldn’t kill Bracknell now, as well, they would just have to mount a second attack attempt...but that would not be for him to decide.

Exhaling a quiet breath, he tried still, for Aria’s sake (he knew once she found out, it might break her, but she had Yerbol now. She would manage.), to keep fighting, but he was so tired now….his eyes locked with Bracknell’s, the smaller man’s pupil’s dilating as his face twisted into a grin.
“Roannn!” Taral’s voice distracted him for a fraction of a second, the Tuk’ata dragging himself to his feet once again and leaping to try and knock Bracknell away from his Master.

A searing pain stabbed right through Roan’s chest, the Sith Lord choking out a pained gasp as he sagged forward, his legs weakening and threatening to collapse from underneath him.
“I’ve waited a long, long time for this, Noctis.” Bracknell spat, withdrawing the energy blade.
Roan could only smirk in response, still determined that he would go down with dignity. Bracknell would not get the satisfaction of knowing he had won.
“I should have snapped your scrawny neck when I had the chance-!” he coughed, before blackness edged his vision and he dropped to the floor, barely witnessing the dark shape fly over his head as Taral lunged for Bracknell in a fit of rage. With a stab of alarm, he registered Aria’s scream.
“DADDY!!!”

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE, YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE WITH YERBOL WHERE IT’S SAFE!!
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Aria stiffened in alarm as she heard the Knight’s name spoken in her father’s voice. It didn’t seem….right. Roan had NEVER referred to Yerbol by name, not even once. It was always “boy” or “Jedi”, even later on when it seemed that Roan was warming up to him….and something just didn’t seem quite right about him doing it now. She had a bad feeling about this, but before she could protest, Abbeth had grabbed both the younger duo by the forearm and begun to pull them backwards. Yerbol seemed to be just as much in shock at hearing his name as she was, stumbling as Abbeth yanked them away and urged them into a retreat.
Aria managed to pull her arm free of Abbeth’s grip, only to stumble forward as the larger of the two tomb beasts fell into step behind them and gave them a forceful nudge down the corridor they had just worked through.

They complied with Roan’s instructions, frantically searching the ship’s corridors for any sign of their Dathomirian companion, but would stop abruptly before they rounded the next corner as they could feel the shift in Force energies. Something was very, very wrong. She could feel the Tuk’ata beside her tense its muscles and whine uneasily, as if it sensed it too.
“Roan.”
Aria dug in her heels, her hand flashing out to snatch Yerbol by the wrist and pull him to a stop as well.
“We’re going back. He needs help.” it wasn’t negotiable. Not waiting for her friend to argue, Aria spun on her heels and broke into a Force-propelled sprint back towards the other room, the tomb beast hot on her heels. They would still arrive just too late.

A dark shape twitched in the doorway as the other Sith hound struggled to get back to its paws, letting out an enraged shriek as it leapt towards Bracknell. Aria’s relief at seeing her father still standing would be short-lived as Roan trembled in place, and then fell, first to his knees, and then rolling onto one side as he tried and failed to get up again.
Aria’s heart dropped into her stomach. No, no...not him too, not him…
“DADDY!!!” the scream had ripped from her lungs before she could bite it back.

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Totally! I'd definitely want to keep appearances of our side character gang in the next Act/Season, I've gotten quite attached to Vano and Cheriss as well, and even Roan's Tuk'ata actually :P They'll be sticking around too, and I actually gave them genders and names over the weekend since it made sense Roan would want to be able to call/command them individually sometimes as well as together (and names are much snappier compared to "hey, you! *points at*" XD)

I look forward to it! O.O
Ooooo that DOES look wicked good O.O I shall look into acquiring it XD

Google docs is being a bum and decided to crash on me halfway through my next post (booo T_T) but I am ALMOST done with it now, so look out for the start of the feels train, it's about to get roouughh as sin xD

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Hahaha, it's quite hard not to slip into my usual "grey" side trope actually so it's comforting to know that I've kept up their 'Sith-ness' consistently XD (To your credit though Jungze is absolutely kick butt, I love her XD)

Oh no, I wasn't thinking that at all...but still completely wasn't expecting them to have had a thing at any point though O:

Mwahahahaha oh I will be :K He's not gonna die in this one, that'll be the next one, but I've got some super feels-inducing dialogue planned out I promise *cackles*