"In The Dark" PBP

[Ysme]

"If I would let you let me go to the darkside, there is a few things I wish to know." Azno said! " At first did you enjoy torturing your victims or did they just try to fight back and you mindlessly slaughtered them as you and them were merely helpless? If it's the first question that is not the way of the warrior and how dare you use Jar'Kai" The Jedi seemed more and more disturbed before he vanished yet again. Appearing from above with in a spinning motion and his sabers tilted one inverted side ways at a tilt and the other tilted and less inverted pointing down as he was diving as Ysme at high speed!

Acting more on instinct than thought or training she summoned the power within her and managed to avoid the whirling blades just in time. Knowing there was no more time to play with this troubled Jedi, she flipped back to get some space and thrust her lightsaberblade into the ceiling sending a surge of dark power through it in an effort to collapse it and buy time for her exit.

"Another time Jedi "

[Tharsus]

With both of his weapons deactivated Tharsus dashed between two elevators just to stumble upon two troopers and another Jedi fighting Lady Ysme. That one was using Jar'Kai technique.

She didn't looked pinned down either as the previous Jedi claimed.

Troopers noticed fast moving Sith approaching from behind and one of them turned his blaster rifle toward Tharsus firing ill aimed burst of blasterbolts. He simoltaneously activated both of his sabers deflecting blaster fire with ease while approaching behind other Jedi at high speed.

[Kbrury]

While everyone else was occupied with thier own battles, Seiryuu managed to slip past the Dashade who was still struggling to get out of the rubble. Down below a crowd could be seen forming around the Apartment's entrance including what looked like Guards from Damek's Hutt.

"Everything is set Gentlemen, you have 5 minutes to get clear of the building. Kryad, on my mark detonate the explosives." Seiryuu ordered.

[Hart of Hircine]

Azno made a somewhat medium weak blockade with the pieces from the ceiling and ran out then dived to a lower area of the apartment building about ten feet. He then put away his sabers used force grip and pull against the wall to stay attached as he slid down the back wall. As he got there a lone duros hobo was asleep. He then went around at a fast jog. "Seiryuu I'm not sure about the others or Vixi but Ysme got away. Ahhh" Azno then grabbed his right side in a deep clench of pain as he looked at his hands they were covered in blood as he remembered the battle including the memories implanted with is eyes of shocked sorrow and slight disgusted hatred. "I hope I fight her again....."Azno said in a grudging manor then sighed "to maybeshow her the light!"

[Ysme]

Ears still ringing Vixi staggered on, the sounds of fighting and destruction from the floor above followed her path downwards.
Realizing she had almost cleared the building, a second burst of energy filled her, she wiped her eyes clear of dust and tears, checked all her essential were with her and sprinted on down into the semi dark, aiming for the street level and the safety of the crowds.

The Dashade roared as it pushed its way through the rubble to free itself. It's mistress making lighter work of the obstruction flipped over the worst of it and landed nearby with eamingly effortless ease.

She powered down her light saber weapon and raised her comm link wrist racer up to speak.

"Immediate Evac, target now street level, Vane,...report "

With that she rushed on to the exit that she had seen the Togruta go out of, Her pet following not far behind.

[Tharsus]

At that very moment ceiling started to collapse from dark energy outburst created by Ysme Tharsus has anticipated what will happen.

Taking a good running start he dropped on his back deactivating his lightsabers and begun to slide down the corridor toward silouette with two blue lightsabers standing between him and Ysme.

As Jedi leaped in the air Tharsus slipped unerneath him followed by a rain of permacrete rubble falling from above.

Ceiling collapsed making floor to collapse forming a steep slope toward lower level.

He slipped down the slope ending his fall in a perfect breakfall ending on his feet and immediately sprinting away through nearest exit followed by a wave of dust and falling rubble.

"Immediate Evac, target now street level, Vane,...report "

He heared through communicator earpiece.

"Damn I'm good..." he muttered to himself while running through the corridor.

[Damek Critou]

Damek could see the apartment complex now, even though he was squeezed very uncomfortably by that point between a guard and the vehicle wall. Unfortunately, he didn't like the looks of things. There was smoke, the ceiling had pretty much collapsed, and people were running all over the place trying to get out of the building. It looked bad, and Damek's first thought was that there was an accident. But no, then people wouldn't be fighting on the catwalks clinging on the building's exterior. Some of Orta's guards were already down on the streets, creating even more paranoia.

"Damek, what is going on?" Orta was too concerned with her own safety to do anything in that mess unless it meant big profit.

"I'm not sure, someone else may be after her, and doesn't want to pay. Think how grateful she would be if you saved her." It was a pretty good improvisation. Orta would probably take the bait, and they could say the artifact was destroyed to avoid her wrath afterwards.

"Yes... Pilot! Take us in close so we can find the girl!"

[Dukha]

Sharra decelerated her swoop as the apartment complex came into view, smoke billowing out from the damaged exterior.

Making sure not to expose herself needlessly she slid off the swoop and carefully peered out out from behind a corner in a building facing towards the apartment. Hand resting gently on the curved hilt of her lightsaber she tried to assess the situation, mentally playing with the pros and cons of rushing in or remaining outside. The com crackled into life and Ysmes voice broke trough, slightly distorted by static.

"Immediate Evac, target now street level, Vane,...report "

Green eyes immediatly intensified as she focused on trying to spot Vixi.

"Just arrived, opposite main entrance. Target not in sight, searching."

[Ysme]

Breathing heavily Vixi made it to ground level. The side alley lay in semi dark. A row of swoops sat parked up there. Forcing her batttered and bruised body to keep moving, she clambered on one. She took her data pad out of sleep mode, hoping that it was still operational. The hololight scanned over her face and hand, lighting her features with an earie blue light. Once security protocols were done she plugged the pad into the swoop and flicking thorough the programmes to find the right one. With a soft whisper she clicked and prayed it would kick the machine into life.

Above the Zabrak now sat perched on the emergency exit balcony like a bird of prey, sensing its prey. Movements in the darkness and a faint blue light from below caught her eye.

"Just arrived, opposite main entrance. Target not in sight, searching."

" Target side alley south"

Then like a hawk she spread her wings and went into a dive.

[Hart of Hircine]

Azno looked at his team "As you might know this group is very skilled and is very evasive. My injuries are great but won't stop me from working. Our team must know by now that I'm good with tech but I'm going to need someone's help like a slicer for something that might counter act the other team's every move..........but it will take some time!"

[Atka Talin]

Seeing the Dashade covered in rubble, and noticing the building was collapsing, it made it all better to hear in his earpiece that they decided to blow it up, anyway.

On his screen a countdown timer appeared, and the time left lent no comfort. Atka ran towards a hole in the wall by where the main door (which was a good deal below) stood. Knowing that the elevators would be of no use with the time left, if they even remained operational enough to hack, and the stairs would slow him down to an uncomfortable crawl.

Atka rushed past broken holo-billboard signs in the hall, and smoke billowed from every room. His turrets had crackled and died, but a few remained loosely shooting at flowerpots, walls, or nothing at all. As he ran he pulled from his belt a coil. He grabbed it with the weighted end hanging down. He swung this around as he ran, nearing the broken wall. He looked similar to a bantha-roper, besides the fact that he was armed for battle. The tip of his boot was at the edge of the precipice, and he prayed and hoped for good fortune., with a final whirl, he threw the coil out, and quickly followed it off the edge. He sailed down, trying to stabilize and slow his descent. His heart pounded, the timer blinked, and he closed his eyes, not sure if it would be more appropriate to cry or to laugh.

The coil caught hold on an adjacent building, yanking the trooper violently. the first hold on his suit broke with a clang and a shower of shrapnel. The second one held. The soldier swore and sang praise in his helmet. Then, the cable snapped.

"Damn shoddy gear!"

He clawed at the air, trailing the cable like smoke from an injured ship. Atka barely saw what would be his final resting place. A swoop bike, which had been parked virtually under him. Its owner, a confident looking lady, had just dismounted.

Atka flew like a rocket onto the cushioned seat, crunching the metal of the vehicle. As he hit, his armor produced a salvant gel, which cushioned the impact. His chest was severely sore and bruised, but he was alive. He tore off his helmet and took huge gasping breaths. He spat some blood from his mouth, and stayed on his all-fours position, until he caught his breath.

Atka looked up from the ground, into the eyes of the woman. She had split-second of surprise, then was completely calm.
Atka wasnt. His eyes had fallen back down towards her waist, where a cruel-looking saber hung.


"Aww, blast."

[Dukha]

Entirely focused on the crowds, hunting for Vixi, the sudden crash behind her came as a total suprise.

She spun round, fast enough to see the big armour clad figure roll off what had been a perfectly usuable swoop mere fractions of a second ago. Eyes narrowing she observed the figure, silently cursing under her breath.

"Damn it, not another one" she thought to herself. Despite appearences Sharra felt bruised and battered all over, only sheer will kept her back straight and face calm.

The trooper raised his head, meeting Sharras eyes. He looked like a man that had been trough hell only to crash into heavy machinery but still defiant, still a force not to be ignored. During the brief moment that their eyes met, Sharra felt very tired. He looked strong, powerful. A useful resource, maybe even an ally if things where different. So pointless.

As his eyes dropped and he recognized her for what she was Sharra decided that this short brush with sentimental feelings was over. She removed the lightsaber from the belt and ignited it, the ionized blade suddenly flaring up and illuminating the troopers bruised face with its cold green glow.

" Target side alley south" the com crackled. Not breaking eye contact with the trooper Sharra stretched out trough the Force, trying to pin point the fleeing Vixi while silently cursing yet again.

[Atka Talin]

As the blade tinted the area around them with an eerie green glow, Atka looked back down, sighed, and shook his head. Another one. Atka pushed himself onto his knees, and lifted one finger in a request for patience.

"One moment, please."

Atka stood and stretched his back, hearing vicious pops. As he did so, he had to take huge breaths. Thankfully the woman held eye contact, and through those eyes Atka could tell many things. She was tired, she was searching for something, and almost as if she had...pity? But those things had all come and gone, except for her icy stare, and the look of a hunter searching for prey. In her view, Atka was just another small log to hurdle.

He reached to his waist, and detached what was left of the cable. He looked around and saw his helmet, and what was left of his Verpine. They were fragile weapons, after all. Atka spread his weary legs in as balanced a stance as he could manage. He slowly pulled his Mandalorian blade once again from his shoulder holster. He flipped it around his fingers, and prepared for the onslaught, which he had no doubt he would fall under. Not only fall, he would be decimated.

The soldier unmasked, and a sith that felt pity. It seemed very... poetic, maybe. Not that it mattered, for even a sith who cares is still a sith who kills. Still, the woman made no move..yet. Atka prepared for when she would strike, and readied himself for the inevitable.

"Sorry for the inconvenience."

[Dukha]

"One moment, please."

Despite the gravity of the situation Sharra couldnt help but feel rather amused by the trooper as he struggled to his feet, politely asking her to refrain from butchering him straight away.

As his back made sounds normally not associated with vertebraes Sharra analyzed the situation. There where a rather large ship approaching overhead she noticed, most likely a hutts private carrier. Maybe the employer of the strikeforce back at Vixis appartment? If so its arrival was bad news.

Then there where the terrified civilians rushing about the area, fear and confusion running rampant among them, making it hard for Sharra to focus her perception. Gammoreans, moving about with rather more intention, where among them as well she noticed. Whatever they where doing only added even further to the chaos.

And then there where the burning appartment complex, containing who knows how many enemies that would instantly target her. Somewhere in that mess was Vixi.

"Sorry for the inconvenience."

Sharras mind raced trough the options but the trooper in front of her really made it simple. Turning her back to him in an attempt at intercepting Vixi would most likely be one of the last things she did. Unless Ysme or Tharsus was in a better position to reaquire Vixi then the cursed girl would most likely slip away.

She began to walk sideways, towards a position where her back no longer faced the open square and the main entrance of the apartment complex while maintaining eye contact with the trooper. He was now holding a massive mandalorian blade. His posture and determinded face told Sharra all she wanted to know. This man was perfectly willing to die, and die fighting.

No need for apologies" she replied, voice raised to be heard over the panic stricken civilians. "Some manners from the people trying to get in my way is a welcome change" She kept the tone of her voice cold but not particlurlay menacing or unfriendly. There really was no need, yet.

"This will not end well for you, you know. Walk away and I give you my word that I will let you go unmolested."

She doubted that her words would be trusted despite the fact that they where sincere but it was worth a try.

[Atka Talin]

Atka Nodded his head at his opponent. She had repositioned to a better tactical position, not that anything worthwhile was left in the apartment.

"No, Ma'am, I'm sorry I cant take that. You seem fairly...decent, for a sith. But I have a duty, and if that includes getting chopped up into saber sushi, then I'm prepared to die. Now I offer you the same thing, to stand aside. I'm sorry for the terms of this, but I suppose we've picked our sides."

Atka winced as pain rushed from his shoulders. Keeping the blade up and steady was hard enough. The soldier stood, albeit wobbly, in front of the woman. If these would be his last moments, he would fight. He would not go easy, nor would she. Sadly, that is battle, and it was his business.

Atka, feeling chivalry still should not die, and also feeling the weight bearing in on his arms, set the tip of the sword on the ground, and used it almost as a cane or walking stick. He bowed to his opponent.

Finally, he checked his gauntlet reader quick as could be. No vita-stims left. The gel needed a recharge, so no more sky-diving, not that it would help in this state. And finally, he was down to three grenades, some random ammunition, his sword, and a few small tricks that would be of no help here. This would be his last stand, unless some miracle came by. The chances, he wagered, were small.

"Well then, in this deadly game, it is your move. Ladies first, as always."