Voodoo Child [Open to Jedi/Sith]

[Cherice St_Hilare]

Cherice sighed, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "It's just not fun to be outside anymore," she muttered to herself, placing the free hand on her hip. Shifting her weight to the other side, the Sith yawned rather loudly. She had stayed confined within the walls of her home without any means of communicating with the outside world -- or rather, galaxy, and had finally come out. "And I used to think Correllia was interesting. Hmph."

The purple skinned humanoid held out her hand and examined her fingernails before flicking dirt out from underneath. She was leaning against the wall of a tavern and paid little attention to those who came in and out. She felt no Force Signature yet, which meant there would definitely be no fun. After being kept away from society so long, she was hungry for some action.

[Torin Tlo'Cloon]

It was quite late before Torin had ventured outside of the Jedi Grounds. The stail, cloggy air hung within the city, and although the Kel Dor could not breath the oxigen, he could feel it upon his skin. Kel Dor such as Torin were rarely seen, and as the creature ventured down the cat walk towards a local tavern he caught site of some strange looks.

However, he knew that the Kel Dor within the Jedi were well known, Plo Koon being one of them. And although he kept his royal secret hidden, he felt proud and honored to be a Kel Dor, so much so that he did not worry to walk in public.

The tavern would be a easy stop for tonight, Torin would have a light meal, and something to drink before bed. It was his first day within the Jedi, and he was not used to being within such a large city as Coruscant was.

As he ventured in, he nodded to a young human girl, purple in complexion, in greeting before stepping into the quite tavern. However even with his untrained force powers, he felt that the girl was of a diffrent path to what he was. The Darkside.

[Je'gan Olra'en]

Je'gan Olra'en sat slumped over at a table nearby, nursing a large stein of a nonalcoholic drink. Legal he might be, but he was an unremitting teetotaller. The drink was thick and sweet and reminiscent of both milk and chocolate, and he was enjoying it immensely.

All good things, though, must come to an end, and soon he was regretfully staring at the bottom of the large mug. He glanced through his purse and realized that the daily allowance he allowed himself was gone save for the small amount he kept for emergencies.

And seeing the purple-skinned woman leaning by the wall, looking bored, he decided to amend his definition of 'emergency'. A tiny wave flagged down a barmaid.

"Something I can get for you, sir?"

He kept his gaze carefully centered on her face. "Whatever the lady over there would like, on the house." A flick of his wrist sent the last of his daily income spiralling towards the barmaid's expert catch. "Keep the change."

The barmaid flounced over to the woman with the purple skin. "Is there anything I can get you, ma'am?" carried over the din of the patrons.

[Cherice St_Hilare]

Just when she was about to leave to make her own trouble, Cherice caught the familiar stench of the Jedi. A smile crept on her painted lips as her dark eyes searched the crowd for the Lightsider. It was obvious that it was a padawan since the Force Signature was faint and weak, but then again so had Xazor's when the Succubus first met her. She was expecting one of those foolish, headstrong humans to emerge from the crowd, so for once in her life she was surprised. A Kel Dor.

The smile grew wider.

She turned her head and watched the alien enter the tavern and made no attempt to hide her own Force Signature. After all, she came here to be recognized, did she not ? She winked at the padawan and watched him retreat before losing interest.

"Is there anything I can get you, ma'am?"

Cherice cocked her head to the side and looked at the barmaid, whose bright eyes shined eagerly. How cute.

"So, who sent you ?" Wait, don't answer me ... I think I can get this one on my own."

She scanned the tavern and saw a man sitting at a table who was watching the two intently. Ah, now this was getting interesting.

"Actually, dear, you could run along and get me a shot of whiskey."

The barmaid nodded and pratically bounced her way over to the bar. Cherice had kept her eye on the man all this time and decided it was time to make a move. Making her way over to his table, she pulled out a chair and turned it around backwards, straddling it.

"Hey there, tiger," she said. "I see you're feeling rather charitable today."

Her indigo eyes glinted with an unknown thought as she stared sweetly at him. Running her tongue over her upper lip, Cherice leaned forward a little, revealing a little bit of cleavage in the skimpy brown shirt she wore. Her tight leather pants showed off every curve on her legs (and that other important asset), which made it quite clear she was no shy woman.

[ooc- Torin, just so you know, we're on Corellia :)]

[Je'gan Olra'en]

It's what I do came to the tip of Je'gan's tongue, but he held it in and drained the last few drops from his cup.

He tilted his head back down, made and held eye contact with the lady sitting in front of him. "Charity has a tendency to rebound. My philosophy is, do to others what you want'em to do to you. I try to be nice to people, treat them well, and in return I hope for a rather decent path through life.

"And then there's simply doing something like that because I feel like it. You looked bored, maybe a little thirsty, and I could remedy that. And could you really give me a reason why not?

"And your reaction. Don't tell me acts of charity are an oddity around here? I knew this area of Corellia was bad, but bad enough that human courtesy goes amiss...well..." He suddenly leaned forward, planting elbows on the rough table and steepling his hands under his chin. He kept the eye contact throughout. "I'm sorry, how rude. My name is Olra'en, Je'gan to my friends."

[Cherice St_Hilare]

"A pleasure to meet you Je'gan - it is okay if I call you that, isn't it ? I mean, it'd be rather nice to have a friend around these parts," she purred. "It just gets so lonely after awhile."

She could feel the trained eyes of the padawan watching her every move and ignored the Kel Dor for the moment.

"You can call me Cherice."

[Je'gan Olra'en]

The steepled hands folded about each other, leaving Je'gan's chin propped on an intricate double fist. Shiny black eyes were locked with the woman's indigo orbs, which he fast felt were swallowing him. Sternly, without opening himself to the Force, he cut his bodily reactions off, decreasing the effect of her presence by quite a bit.

Without it, he'd soon lose the capability for rational thought.

"A good friend is always welcome," he agreed.

"Cherice, now...that's not a name one comes across every day."

[Torin Tlo'Cloon]

As said the Jedi Padawan was indeed watching.

The Kel Dor was highly sensitive to telekinises, as a Kel Dor it was one of there natual abilities,and so it came rather imediately to Torin that Cherise was very watchful of the Padawan, clearly she had something to ether hide or worry about.

However, he would keep an eye on her though he would cause no trouble, he was inexperienced with the customs and the land of this place.

[Cherice St_Hilare]

"Yes, well, I don't think it's everyday you come across somebody like me." At this she flashed a very stunning smile. "So, tell me, do you live around here ?"

She let her eyes stray to the back of the tavern where the Kel Dor was staying, erasing every doubt in his mind that she was watching him. Oh, no doubt if she went anywhere he would follow, but that was what she wanted. The Sith turned her gaze back to Je'gan, waiting for an answer.

[Je'gan Olra'en]

"No, it's not," he replied coolly, nudging the mug to one side and leaning forward a little more. "And yes, I do live around here. Not exactly a local, more of a...mm...recent arrival. Within the past month or two, really; I'm staying with some co-workers near the outskirts of the city." All entirely true.

[Cherice St_Hilare]

"Because I was thinking that by the dark aura you possess, it'd be the Sith Palace."

It was at that time the barmaid sauntered over, handing Cherice her shotglass.

"Thanks, hon," she said, winking at the girl before downing the whole thing. She placed the empty shotglass on the tray the barmaid held and turned her attention back to Je'gan.

"So, tell me, who are you training under ?"

[Je'gan Olra'en]

"You, if I had my way," he responded with a slight grin, and leaned back against the wall. "As it is...Jodah of Giva, and a little on the side, with Oolana Taine."

[Cherice St_Hilare]

She sneered, remembering when she used to be part of the Order. It had always bored her and her Masters were either egotistical or narcissistic.

"Can't believe you belong to that faction. What made you join ?"

[Je'gan Olra'en]

Je'gan shrugged.

"To the best of my knowledge they're the largest faction, and I really didn't know enough about the quality of instruction to be found in other factions, to even consider joining them.

"What faction do you belong to, mademoiselle, if I may be so bold?"

[Cherice St_Hilare]

"Oh, but that would be far too easy for me to just tell you."

A devious smirk crept on her lips as she canted her head to the side.

".. And I like to make things complicated."

The Sith bit down on her lower lip in a tempting manner as her eyes widened slightly, looking innocent. She leaned back slightly as she placed her hands on her lap.

"Let's say you and I split from this joint and have some fun ..."

[Je'gan Olra'en]

"Sounds fine to me," Je'gan replied, standing and offering Cherice his arm.

[Cherice St_Hilare]

Smirking, Cherice stood up and took his arm, throwing a rather dirty look toward the Jedi in the back.

"So ... how about you and I find a place in the alley, hmm ?" she said as they strode through the bar.

[Je'gan Olra'en]

"Now who would be lurking there?" he smirked, easing them both past a rather large and terribly inebriated patron, and to the door.

"There are better ways to have fun, wouldn't you agree?"

[Cherice St_Hilare]

Cherice merely licked the corner of her upper lip in a response as she held out her hand, the door slamming open violently. Casually the two strolled out out, side by side, and the Sith forcefully guided Je'gan into the more abandoned part notorious for its crime.

[Jared Mriad]

The duo past by an homeless fellow, drabed in old, torn brown robes. A hand with a silver mug lifted from the folds of brown as a husky, deep voice emits from the hood.

"Hoy, mates... creds for the poor, ay?"

[Je'gan Olra'en]

Je'gan disengaged from Cherice and walked over to the vagrant. Chewing on his lip, he dug deep into his pockets, finally coming up with a single five-credit coin. He blew the dust off of it, and handed it to the man.

[Jared Mriad]

"Good faith, mate! Is thanks ya'," The homeless-one responds, reaching out for the cred. As the hand gripped the edge of the coin, a silent whisper through telepathy entered Je'gan's mind..

Keep alert. Beware.

... before the vagrant stood to his feet, bowing and hobbling off around the corner...

[Je'gan Olra'en]

His mind raced. Beware? In a split second he'd narrowed the warning down to the obvious; Cherice.

His mental shields remained as they always were; he didn't increase security for fear of alerting her. Without any perceptible pause he turned back to escort her, offering his arm once more.

[Cherice St_Hilare]

Luckily for the "homeless one", Cherice was paying too much attention at Je'gan to feel the Force Signature of her apprentice. Of course, it had also been much too long for her to remember .... though the thought did cross her mind that she knew him. But no matter, Jared had left and the Sith gave him no more thought.

"Well, that was nice of you," she said to Je'gan once he took her arm again. "It seems as though you have a rather sweet soul ..."

[Je'gan Olra'en]

"Even Sith training hasn't been enough to wipe that away entirely," he responded with a grin.

[Cherice St_Hilare]

"Well, then, this looks about right."

Cherice stopped, causing Je'gan to halt as well, and looked down an empty alley.

"Nobody will be able to see us here," she murmured, more to herself than to Je'gan, and tugged gently. "Come on."

[Je'gan Olra'en]

"After you, milady," he said gallantly, making an elegant leg while surreptitiously palming a tiny transmitter from his left pocket. Tight-beam and encrypted, it led to the Sith Palace, just out of town.

Nine unnoticeable taps; three short, three long, three short.

SOS

Save our souls

[Cherice St_Hilare]

Cherice rolled her eyes and went ahead of Je'gan, still holding onto him. Pulling Je'gan with her, she nearly slammed him against the wall of a building, pinning him.

"I do hope you like it rough ..."

[Zereth Lancer]

"please unhand my friend" said a voice from a roof that overlooked the alley

Zereth Had been watching the two for a while and now he thought it was time he showed himself

he droped down from the roof and landed a few feet away from the two "are you ok Jegan?" he asked the sith who had helped him a few days ago.

[Salem Ave]

Three broad claws snatched Cherice’s throat as two narrow slits of white appeared just a foot in front of her.

“Krrrath sss-cum,” a familiar voice hissed.

[Je'gan Olra'en]

Krath!?!

In an instant Je'gan ducked and rolled away from Cherice, coming up in a more open section of the alley.

[Zereth Lancer]

Zereth reached into his cloak and pulled out a sword, he pushed a button on the hilt and a low huming noice could be heard from it

Yes, my vibrosword will be able to take down any enemy, he thought to himself as he held the sword infront of him incase anyone attacked him.

[Cherice St_Hilare]

And as soon as she was about to plunge her hand into Je'gan's chest and draw out his heart, fate intervened.. First some idiot dropped from the building and then Salem.

"Traitor," she hissed, quite irritated. Her meal had gotten away and now she had to deal with two stupid dolts. "I suggest you take these claws of me, Salem."

And without waiting, Cherice brought her foot up and kicked the vampyre in the chest.

[Salem Ave]

Salem was knocked backwards, but refused to let go. The result of this was the Krathling being pulled down with her enemy to the ground, both landing with a thud. The larger of the two made a forcible effort to roll and pin his inferior beneath his considerable weight.

[Cherice St_Hilare]

Immediately she dug her claw-like fingernails into his sides, ripping away at the cloth and into his flesh. Bringing her knee up as a barrier between the two, Cherice began to push as she stopped ripping at his sides and grabbed his wists. With incredible force she began to turn them outward with the intentions to break the bone.

[Zereth Lancer]

Zereth walked up to the two and lowered his sword so that the tip of it was against her throut "release him now or I'll cut your throught."

[Jared Mriad]

A sharp tip pokes into the back of Zereth's neck as the familiar homeless-one reappeared without the mearest, or sightest of sound or approach. Even as the interloper noticed the tenseity of his prey, another blade flashed from his dirty mangled robes and jabbed threateningly into Zereth's side. One sharp and quick thrust with a twist, and the male's kidney would be rendered leaking poision into his open system.

"Remove. The. Blade. Now."

[Zereth Lancer]

Zereth slowlt pulled the tip of the blade away from the womans throut

He used the force to speed himself up and he jumped away from the man, he then used to force to boost him into the air

he landed on the same rooftop that he had came from, he turned around and looked down at the man, Jared could see that Zereth had a couple throwing knifes in each hand

Zereth threw theys at Jared amd after he threw those he reached into his cloak and pulled out a bunch of throwing stars which he threw as well.

[Salem Ave]

The way in which Salem avoided having his wrists broken into pieces was to headbutt Cherice. While Jared and Zereth occupied one another, he was able to spring back away from the succubus’ grip and twisted out the single-bladed saber that Jeseth crafted him. The red beam coursed to life as Salem angled it in one hand.

[Jared Mriad]

Jared grinned such widely under his cowl, extending out an arm with the fingers outspread. A quickly summoned force blast halted the first wave of throwing objects in mid air, dropping them into the ground below with soft clangs of metal. The second wave, though, Jared fluidily spun into incredible speed, ducking down to one knee and rolling out of the general archway path of the stars.

As he came to a stop, he stood and motioned to Zereth in the classical "Bring it on" guesture.

[Je'gan Olra'en]

Je'gan's emerald saber flared to life in one hand, and the shimmering black dirk he wore flew to his other. In a blidingly fast balestre, he closed with Cherice and stabbed for her with a pair of disengages thrown in for good measure.

[Cherice St_Hilare]

As soon as Salem sprung back, the Sith jumped up to her feet and grabbed the saber that was clipped to her belt. Igniting it, the purple blade hummed dangerously. Sensing Je'gan coming up from behind her, she whirled around and put out her hand. Immediately he was knocked back several feet by the Force Blast she sent.

"Stupid boy," she sneered, turning back to Salem.

Immediately advancing towards the vampyre, Cherice slashed the saber diagonally, meaning to slice him from shoulder to stomach.

[Zereth Lancer]

Zereth leaped off the room again landing next to Cherice, he brought up his foot and kicked her hand that was holding her lightsaber away from Salem

He then swung his vibro sword at her stomach.

[Je'gan Olra'en]

OOC/ 'Fleche': a really, really fast move to cover ground. Say 5 metres in 0.2 seconds for the non-Force-enhanced.

Edit: Fair enough, my mistakes all around...and now that I think on it with a clear head, 0.2 seconds really isn't even close to the right time; thanks for pointing that out. Let's see...

OK, projected minimum time for a 5-metre fleche would be about a second. And calculate all you want, but that's literally the best I can do...I've had about three, four years of fencing, and I've seen people do it faster, maybe 0.6. *shrugs* Moot point.

And then there's the stance...an experienced Black Belt in the right stance can take a quarter-ton weight to the thigh without the stance breaking. I'm not saying Je'gan's a black belt, but he ain't gonna be no rag doll. Tossed around like heck, but he's used to that...he tends to get in over his head where Sith Lords and Dark Mistresses are concerned. :P

Soo...probable outcome wouldn't be any broken bones, but definitely some heavy bruising, maybe a fracture or two. Feel free to contest my estimate.

Notes for this post: 'closed' position is just with shoulders tucked in. It makes you about three times harder to hurt if you're struck in that general area.

IC/ With bare fractions of a second of warning via the Force, Je'gan had only one alternative; he went into a low stance and a 'closed' position. As the blast hit, time slowed down. Within the first hair-thin moment he felt his left leg buckle behind him, and then the stance collapsed altogether, along with the heightened time-awareness and he was tossed down the alley.

He hit hard about ten metres away, skidding on his back for about half that again before coming to a stop. The stars spun above him for a moment, and then he was up and nursing various aches and pains. His lightsaber lay beside him; the dirk a bit farther, having been tossed higher by the Force strike. With a trembling hand he collected them both, then set himself and ran back down the alley to Cherice, Salem, Zereth and the vagrant.

[Cherice St_Hilare]

"This isn't your fight, Disiciple !" she growled at Zereth, voice thick with rage.

Instead of dropping the lightsaber, Cherice instead tightened her grip on the hilt and blocked Zereth's attack. Then, swinging her saber with brute force towards his sword, she began to force it backwards - aided with the Force. Suddenly his sword flew several feet back.

"Jared, attack now !" she yelled at the Krath apprentice before turning her attention back to Salem.

[OOC - Je'gan, I've noticed two errors in that one post.

1. Cherice is an ex Sith-Knight of the Order and one of the co-founders of the Krath. You, being a mere Apprentice of TSO, wouldn't be able to find a stance and "ride the worst of the blast". Instead, you'd be flung into a building like a rag doll.

2. You said that you just covered 5 meters in 0.2 seconds without the Force. Let's see. To travel 5 meters in .2 seconds you'd be traveling 25 meters per second. 25 meters roughly equals 82 feet. 82 feet times 60 seconds = 4920 feet per minutes. 4920 feet times 60 minutes = 295200 feet per hour. 295200 feet divided by 1 mile (5280 feet)= 59.9 miles....

So, to cover 5 meters in .2 seconds, you'd have to be travelling 60 mph. That's impossible even with the Force.]

[Zereth Lancer]

Zereth saw Jared advancing on him so he quickly reached to his belt and pulled out a short sword out of its sheath

He then fell to the ground and kicked Cherice's fett out from under her, then he fliped to his feet and swung his weapon at her throut.

[Jared Mriad]

Before Zereth's mid-swing even occured, Jared was upon him with a rough spearing tackle to his midsection. Both went down in a jumble of bodies before Jared smoothly rolled away and crouched in a semi-standing position. He held his left fist out with a knife strike hand, his right curled back beside his abdomen.

"Come on..." He paused for a moment, "..Zereth, Show me your BEST!"

[Southstar]

Southstar was late, but he expected things would be ok without him. From the top of a building he could see the fight progress; everybody was so involved they didn't notice him. Time to act. he thought and leapt from the top of the building. He landed easy with the Force behind Jared and as he turned around Southstar pushed him with the Force away from any position to attack him. "Sorry I'm late." He said out loud.

[Naj Arilov]

Seek and he shall find. The phrase never meant more to Naj than it did now. Cherice's absence had long been bothering him, even if the others had barely raised an eyebrow. Rumors of incidents that resembled her handywork had caught his attention and he decided, against his better judgement, to visit Corellia in search of the succubus. During his your around, he was distracted by a commotion in a nearby alley. Conveniently enough, there was Cherice, along with another of the Krath, battling against four others.

Naj slowly entered the alley, surveying the carnage on his way. In his right hand, he held his staff, which tacked on the ground as he walked. In his left hand, he held a comlink. He spoke one or two inaudible words into it and placed it in his pocket.

At the end of the alley, all that could be seen was Naj's silhouette, punctuated by his glowing red eyes. Behind him was a wolf-like creature that had accompanied him.

As the chiss hybrid eased into the fray, he stopped at the fights perimeter, the wolf at his side let out a low menacing growl. As he glanced around, his focus shifted slightly to Salem momentarily, until he glanced down to the beast at his side...

"Stay."

[Je'gan Olra'en]

"Stay."

The word rang in Je'gan's ears, and after a pause he swivelled around to face Arilov. The lightsaber ignited in his hand. Cautiously he began to approach both the other Apprentice and the wolf.

[Jared Mriad]

Jared's balance swayed with the push, but much like a puppet master’s doll he fluidly danced back to his feet. His right hand moved away from his abdomen and swept the hood of his "Hobo-Attire" away from his head. With full unhindered vision, the Krath Cannibal balled his fists. Now not-so-convieniently placed between Zereth and Southstar,

"Two Order's little grunts, how spectacular!" He looked to Southstar, then to Zereth, "Well, me'lads, we're not engage d to dwattle!"

[Naj Arilov]

Naj's eyes narrowed slightly as Je'gan began to ease toward him.

"I would suggest that your and your acquaintences take your leave of this alley. I believe that it would be to your benefit."

Naj spoke blunt and flatly. Fighting was such a useless event at times, this time especially. He was here for one reason, and it wasnt to be drug into a meaningless brawl.

[Zereth Lancer]

Zereth spotted Naj and the animal that was with him, he reached both hands into his robe pulling out a thermal detonator in each hand

he threw them at Naj and his pet.

[Salem Ave]

“You arrre out ranked and out numberer, Krrrathlings. You would be wise to take your leave of Corellia and get thee hence to yourrr crrrumbling crevice of a Citadel, lessst you become so much ash and dust like it.”

[Southstar]

Southstar watched everyone as they all seemed to stop as Arilov spoke. Then Zereth threw his thremal detonator. Are you crazy!?! Southstar thought. All it took was for one of the Krath to change the detonator's destination and somebody besides the Chiss was going to die. Southstar was going to make sure it wasn't him.

He couldn't deflect it himself, that would give the Krath the idea that there was room for a division within the Sith. That could not be allowed. Southstar didn't have a solution, but he figured the Chiss wouldn't deflect it towards one of his fellow Krath.

Southstar edged towards Jared and Zereth, closing the jaws of death on the Krath. Wherever Arilov sent the detonator it wouldn't be Southstar's way, unless he had no particular care for Jared's well-being.

[Je'gan Olra'en]

"The Sith were struck at..." Je'gan answered Arilov. "...the Sith will always stike back." He came a step closer, but then time seemed to slow down around him, and he felt rather than saw that Zereth had used thermal detonators again. When was he going to learn, TK was a simple response...

And Je'gan was almost directly in the path of a grenade, certainly within it's blast radius.

Minus the ability of telekinesis.

The world, minus the combatants, seemed to slow down even more, and the Apprentice leapt into a flat dive towards the Chiss, the one way he could count on the detonators not to be.

[Naj Arilov]

With one wave of his staff, the two thermal detonators stopped in mid air, suspended above the battle. With the same wave of his staff, his 'pet' was given the command to attack. As Je'gan dove toward Naj, the wolf pounced on him...

"You've chosen to ignore my warning....Pity is above you now."

The detonators flew in the other direction now, toward the end of the alley, away from enemies and alleys alike, and atop of nearby roof, a slight rustle could be heard, just before the explosion.

[Zasz Grimm]

After the light rustling, nothing was heard.

Except one thing.

Wind upon fabric. He landed easily enough in the midst of the battle; closest to Naj, however. He wore his dark glasses, his boots rustled lightly. He had heard Salem; a pity for the man, he would regret his words.

He was motionless. The darkside Master didn't move; time unfroze itself, it seemed by his presence, and the pending explosion, which it was heard.

Not a word was said by Zasz.

He withdrew his lightsaber hilt; his eyes dead on Salem Ave as the red blade was ignited. It hummed perfectly; music to the Dark Jedi's ears. The light reflected off his dark glasses, showing pure red to his enemy and ally alike. He held the saber to the side as he began walking towards the undead specter.

[Jared Mriad]

Southstar had his back turned regretfully away from Jared, who drew a slim dagger from his robes. Behind the curtain of the explosion and arrival of Zasz, Jared had moved up upon the Order's pawn. The blade of the dagger pressed against Southstar's throat as Jared's arm snaked out and caught his wrist, wrenched it behind and up his back, then spun him around so they both faced Zereth. A tightening lock formed as Jared peered over his shoulder at the Ninja-Sith.

"Come... Save your comrade, lest he perish of a beast's death!"

[Salem Ave]

Zasz Grimm. Another of Jeseth’s forgotten projects. Salem smirked.

“Sss-o you have coerrrsed more into joining your ragged band, Naj.”

With crisp bravado, the vampire swept his own saber upwards into a single handed guard – his free hand extended backwards as his body and center of gravity lowered to keep his balance good and steady.

[Zasz Grimm]

Salem was no close enough to attack; and how they stood they seperated Naj from the rest of the group, including Je'gan, who was currently being attacked by Naj's pet.

He eyed the vampire; undead piece of dren indeed. He gripped his lightsaber tighter as he spun into an attack. His body stopping near Salem, his saber aimed directly at his hip, aiming to cleave him in half.

And to end this quickly.

[Southstar]

Things were beginning to get complicated with all these people and it looked like the Sith were outnumbered now. Somewhere lost in the confusion Southstar wound up with a dagger to his throat. Jared seemed to think that Zereth was his only way out, the only way Southstar would live.

Jared had both arms in use, one with the dagger and another holding Southstar. He was focusing on Zereth's next move... Southstar used the Force to unclip his lightsaber from his belt and slowly moved the hilt around Southstar's waist until the blade emitter faced Jared's midsection. Southstar nudged it with the Force against Jared to let him know it was there.

"If I go, so do you." He said. It seemed the odds were against Jared, Zereth had yet to even move.

[Zereth Lancer]

Zereth watched helplessly as southstar was grabed from behind by Jared, a quick plan came into his mind whem he saw the lightsaber pressed against Jared

he reached into his cloak pulling out a blaster pistol and aiming it at Jareds exsposed head "anyway you try, you a dead man Krath scum."

[Jared Mriad]

A maniac's grin edged upon Jared's features as he peered over Southstar's shoulder at Zereth. Even as he held his position, his mind formulated a quick strategy and replayed several others simutaniously.

"Do you really want to take the chance that you would hit your comrade here with a headshot?" He spoke, pressing the blade tip harder against Southstar's throat as the sabre at his side emulated the motion, "The connection your comrade here holds on this stick to my side would be instantly severed, please do fire your sidearm!"

[Lady Vader]

*Corellia was a big planet, but it's communication net was well laid and it wasn't long before LV had arrived at the convoluted scene... where members of TSO were wrapped into a frenzy with members of the Krath. She cringed inwardly. She hated the name. It sounded like something a space slug had vomited after eating a not too pleasant meal.*

*LV's attention was grabbed by a very familier presence and form, wielding a lightsaber meant to cleave Salem in two. Angered beyond all return, she raised her hand and brought the Force down hard on Zasz, ripping the concrete he was standing on from beneath his footing, showering him in hot, mangled shards of dust and debris. He toppled backwards, caught off guard, missing Salem's hip by mere centimeters.*

*She snarled from her perch atop an elevation, looking down on those that had invited themselves to the Order's planet without an invitation.*

*Her booming voice brought forth a simple command directed at the Krath members, though it caught the attention of all present in whatever situation they were in.*

Get off my planet.

[Je'gan Olra'en]

The acolyte landed hard on the pavement, rolling and planning to come up in a swirling, backhanded strike for Arilov's midsection. Instead, though, he found himself thrown against the wall of the alley by a snarling pack of fur and claws. Only a last-minute twitch prevented his throat from being torn to shreds by the wolf's teeth.

He came to his feet and grabbed the creature by it's hackles as it lunged, then pivoted at the waist and tossed it with all of his strength, speed and knowledge of the Force, into the same brick wall he had just impacted. With satisfaction he heard something splinter, and for the moment the wolf ceased to be a problem.

Again he picked up his weapons, and took brief stock of the situation. He was trapped between Naj Arilov, Salem Ave and Zasz Grimm on one side, and Southstar, Zereth Lancer and Jared Mriad on the other, with Cherice uncomfortably close. The choice was clear; he was not going near anyone with Grimm's abilities, even to get to Arilov and perhaps the closest thing to a fair fight he'd find in this bizarre situation. Accelerating via the Force, he leapt down the alley and over a trash can to land beside Lancer. At that moment, Lady Vader's voice assailed his ears...

[Zereth Lancer]

Zereth saw that Jared had been distracted by LD's shout, He ran forward useing the force to pull the blade of Jareds weapon away from Southstars throut

Zereth then grabed Jared's hand that was holding the knife, he knew he could not over power Jared so he lowered his head and opened his mouth

He heard Jared scream in pain as Zereth's teath closed on his arm,he also heard the sound of a knife hitting the ground as Jared droped his weapon

Zereth pulled away from Jared and aimed a kicked at his stomach.

[Jared Mriad]

Jared caught the kick with almost blindingly fast accuracy, wrapping his right around Zereth's ankle while his left caugh the heel of the Sithling's boot. The next moment passed and Zereth found himself hurtled into the air like one would throw a shaut-put disk.

With the breath of a second that Jared took to recover, he was in motion with many backwards steps, putting some distance between he and Southstar..

[Je'gan Olra'en]

Je'gan stepped forward to Southstar's side, dirk up and ready. The first time he'd encountered this man, the young apprentice had been quick to attack, if not the first to. Perhaps a more defensive strategy could yield better results.

[Southstar]

Southstar spun away from Jared when Zereth made his move. He pulled his lightsaber from against the Krath's side and ignighted it once it reached his hand.

By the time Southstar caught up with everything he was facing Jared with Je'gan at his side and Zereth behind Jared. Southstar couldn't count on Zereth being able to fight this round, who knew what he might encounter on that side of the alley.

Two on one, not bad. Southstar thought to himself and leaped into battle with Jared intending to slash right through the Krath's midsection.

[Je'gan Olra'en]

A split second after Southstar moved, Je'gan leapt up and over the Knight, diving at Jared. Both blades sliced down at the Krath's head.

[Darth Vader]

As the battle raged in the alleyway, a dark-clad figure entered the fray on the side nearest to Naj. He was silent, but nevertheless given away by his distinctive breathing.

<smallfont><font color=990000>hohhhhhh.....pahhhhhh</font></smallfont>

With Arilov's beast incapacitated by Je'gan, the Krath's fortunes had turned woefully against him.

<font color=ff0000>SNAP-HISS!</font>

"I look forward to destroying you, interloper."

The visage that greeted Naj was unmistakable. The glistening black durasteel death's head was nearly mythic.

[Jared Mriad]

Jared's right hand shot out at Je'gan, guiding an invisible hand to pull the Sithling toward him. At the same point, his left shot at Southstar and mimicked the Force pull on the Knight. At the very, very last possible moment of action, Jared fused himself with speed and dove to the left (too guiding his hands in a side-wards throw, manipulating the force as so).

The two Order Siths, on the other hand, were in a direct collision with each other and Zereth..

[Southstar]

Southstar saw what Jared was planning and realized there wasn't much he could do to prevent it. Southstar did his best to avoid Zereth, he anticipated Zereth would likely jump back and avoid the collison, but Je'gan still posed a problem. With the Force Southstar did his best to slow his momentum and tumbled while Je'gan would land just ahead of him.

He hurried to his feet and charged Jared but he slowed as he approached to avoid a similar trick. He hacked down on Jared and with a little luck he would split the Krath in two.

[Cherice St_Hilare]

"Hey old man ! Over here !"

Grinning, Cherice eyed Darth Vader with vague interest. This was the first time she had ever laid eyes on the infamous Sith and quite frankly, it wasn't impressive. He had no fashion sense, first of all - honestly, who wore an all black outfit with a helmet ? And second, it sounded like he had emphysema.

She suddenly had the urge to giggle.

[Jared Mriad]

Jared rose his right arm as if to deflect the saber with flesh, but a saber hilt lept from his belt and into his open palm. Igniting with a flash of brilliant saber contact, Jared caught Southstar's decending blade aloft.

His other weapon, an exact copy of the original saber, too lept to his other hand, igniting for a sweep to Southstar's midsection from left to right...

[Naj Arilov]

Before Naj knew it, he and his comrades were quickly becoming outnumbered. His 'rescue mission' of sorts had now turned into a complete ambush. Even worse, he was now on the wrong end of a menacing red lightsaber. He glanced down to the staff in his hand, which was for all practical purposes, useless.

"We are not interlopers. We are simply trying to leave."

He got the distinct feeling that his statement was now falling on deaf ears.

[Je'gan Olra'en]

Rolling with the Force-pull, Je'gan nevertheless bowled straight by Lancer and into a dumpster upside-down and butt-first. He tossed his left arm over his head, and as he began to fall pushed off with his legs so that he landed in a safe crouch.

He swivelled on Southstar and Jared, and began to circle, attempting to get the Krath between himself and the Sith Knight.

[Zasz Grimm]

Throughout everything; all had lost sight of Zasz.

Even when the rubble had cleared; he hadn't been there, as if he simply dissappeared. However, this was not the case. He was there; hidden though.

He had watched Darth Vader make his entrance; someone who he had not had the acquantince of...But eventually, he no doubt would. But now, Zasz wasn't in the alley.

He was on the same level that Lady Vader was on; remaining ever quiet. Since their last encounter, Zasz had risen in strength, wisdom, and ablity; enough to exact his revenge.

His stealth was great; for now all that was heard was the distinct snap hiss of his blade, it edged outward, pointed directly at LV's neck..

"Call them off; let this battle be decided by our outcome."

[Salem Ave]

Salem would have laughed if it was in his character, but he remained quietly content knowing the fact that Zasz held an inferior hand to the members of the Sith Order at this time. Naj himself had admitted this indirectly, by asking to leave. The vampire eagerly awaited Lady and Lord Vader’s response to these requests.

[Lady Vader]

*LV turned to face Zasz, keeping the same distance from the lightsaber as when he'd placed it near her neck. She smiled cooly.*

Really, Zasz, I thought you knew me better than that. Did you not think I did not feel the disturbance in the Force as your stench permiated it from behind me?

*The smile turned into a sneer.*

Do not think for a moment we are equal in power. I have something far better in my corner that you will never be able to catch up to: expereince.

*And another advantage she didn't mention to him was that he was on TSO's planet. Here, the resources were infinate in TSO's favor. To attest to this, a low rumble emitted as several gunships flew in, staying at building height level, firing on those at fray on the ground. The fire was a bit erratic at best, and it had the effect of scattering the fighters, but not killing anyone. Each gun ship carried a ysalimiri, preventing any of the Force users from manipulating the pilots or ships in any way, yet they were far enough away where they did not affect the Force-users on the ground.*

*Her sneer grew as she saw Zasz' anger rise at this new attack. She finally answered his challenge.*

No, I will not call off the others. They have every right to be here as much as I do. And I don't think you want to be embarassed when I transform you into a bloody pulp.

*To puncuate the end of her sentence, a ripple emitted from where she was standing, a "bodily" Force push, causing Zasz and his saber to go flying backwards and smack into a concrete vent that had been his cover when he had "snuck" up on LV.*

*LV let out an ugly laugh, still not having taken hold of her lightsaber, watching Zasz recover from his encounter with the unveiling surface. She would grind him without the use of a weapon... to show him what a true Sith Master's power held.*

[Zereth Lancer]

Zereth covered his head as Jegan plowed into him knocking him into the side a dumpster

He jumped to his feet as the gunships flew over and started blasting at the Krath

He felt the force drain out of his body as the ysalimiri passed over, Zereth could tell that it had effected eveyone else as well

He grined evily as he reached into his cloak and pulled out his last set of throwing knifes, He hurled them with dead on accuracy at Jared.

[Southstar]

His blade stopped as it connected with Jared's. The Force screamed to him warning him of the trick up Jared's sleeve. He jumped back, pushing off the Krath's lightsaber and swung his lightsaber counter clockwise to keep it from cutting him in half.

"Two lightsabers? I think everybody and their mother has two lightsabrs, or a double sided one. It's getting redundant." He said to Jared. Out of the Corner of his eye he saw Zereth drawing his throwing knives. He smiled at the Krath and jumped back to avoid any accidents. It wasn't that he didn't trust Zereth's precision, he just didn't trust how Jared might alter that precision.

Je'gan was circling in now, two lightsaber against a fool with another two. "You're outnumbered, you couldn't possibly handle three of us. Just like you, the Krath are outnumbered and will not win. Whatever will you do?"

[Jared Mriad]

The gunship's ysalimiri might have been affecting Zereth, but they were not close enough to affect Jared. He threw the disengaged right hand saber into his left pocket, then flicked his right hand at the incoming throwing knives that the Force had alerted he to. Even though Zereth might've had dead on accracty for any other warrior, Jared was above them in skill.

But, a volley from the gunships hovering above threw Jared for a spin - allowing for one of the knives to clip his thigh as he was thrown away by the blast.

[Je'gan Olra'en]

Je'gan pounced, lightsaber flashing up at Jared's side and dirk inscribing a short arc between his upraised left hand and the Krath's chin.

[Cherice St_Hilare]

As soon as Cherice heard the gunfighter's engines, a string of curses rolled off her tongue in spite. With surprisingly agility she was able to dodge most of the gunfire, but she was hit in the shoulder twice and in her side. Grimacing, she realized she was further away from Darth Vader and next to her apprentice, instead. The three Sith piglets had advanced on him - Je'gan being one.

So as soon as the Sithling had launched himself toward toward Jared, she had rushed forward and threw herself at him. Tackling him to the ground, she grinned, breathing heavily.

"Fancy seeing you again, eh ?"

In a second she had the side of her lightsaber dangerously close to his throat. One mistake and he would be dead.

"So, either you can leave or die. Choose wisely, boy."

[Je'gan Olra'en]

"I don't fear death, Cherice," he replied, perfectly calm.

"Whether you do or not is, of course, another matter." He nodded downward slightly, where the deactivated hilt of his own lightsaber stopped a bare centimetre from her belly. "'Gut-shot', I've heard, isn't a pretty way to go."

[Zereth Lancer]

Zereth walked up behind Charice and lowered his sword so that the point of it was agaist the back of her neck "kill him and I kill you" he said coldly.

[Southstar]

While the others were having fun with the girl, Southstar was left with Jared. Jared was at a disability now, one of Zereth's knives was sticking out of his thigh. Southstar ran towards the Krath and hacked down.

[Jared Mriad]

Jared saw the blade arching down for a death-dealing course and rolled away to a painful crouch. Pulling the dagger from his flesh, the sith warrior recalled his sabers back to life, igniting them with the blades running along each other then slashed out to the side. Waiting for another offence.

[Southstar]

His hack was batted away and Southstar swung from his left at Jared.