Author Topic: Sacrilegium [Sith Hunter Series] (Kari, Xaedrin, TA)[COMPLETE]  (Read 1781 times)

Offline Kari Pujas

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Nar Shaddaa

The Smuggler's Moon was never a happy place for Kari.  It had all started off bad with those fucking Hutts, and returning to this world always brought back memories of abuse beyond words.  The start of her adventure had been no different.  This would be her base of operation for the next few days, while she gathered herself mentally, and acquired the tools she would need to successfully spy on a target more lethal and dangerous than anything she'd been sent on before.  Heading to Firrerre, into the beehive of a budding Alliance did not sound like the greatest of ideas for a Sith Apprentice little slave girl with no back up, but the Dark Lady had demanded stranger things out of her, like ice cream at three in the morning.
The pit stop wasn't turning out to be all bad, though.  Her newfound lover had made good on his promise to meet her here.  Holed up in a hotel room that she was paying for with stolen money, she had eagerly awaited that knock on the door that had come exactly on time, not a moment earlier, not a moment later, just as the two had discussed.  The man was turning out to be just as awesome as she had originally thought, and for this, she was becoming more and more grateful that she'd been sent on just another random package drop.
Sitting on one of the awkwardly colored lime green chairs afforded to them at the hotel, Kari reclined back, a glass of wine in her hand.  Drinking after such a raunchy affair was always a good pass-time, but one that Kari was still new at.  Still covered in small droplets of sweat, the girl's satin undies clinging to her drenched body, her mind was on the man in the other room, still taking his sweet ass time washing himself up.  It had been an adventure for her, but one she was deeply entrenched with, so happy to have finally found someone that she could look at as an equal.  Finally, a Sith she didn't need to refer to as 'my lord' or 'master,' but one that cared just as much about her as she did about them.  Using the only tool she really knew to express such a love for someone, she'd found herself completely drained in the aftermath.  Such an exquisite feeling, this feeling of complete, total exhaustion after paying back a lover in spades.
In the moment between sips, the girl completely relaxed, alarm bells started going off in her head.  The Force was screaming at her, telling her to get away.  She could feel the force users coming, a squad of them, at least one that was strong enough to lead, but a second that wasn't that much farther behind him in power.  The first question that ran through her head was how.  The conversation leading up to Kari's arrival on Nar Shaddaa had been a quick one, three words, one from the Dark Lady, "Firrerre," two from her, "yes, Mistress."  Nothing else had been spoken, or written, or on a disk, how had they known she would be here?  It was of little consequence, she needed to leave, and she needed to leave now.
"Xaedrin, sweety..." She spoke, her voice trying to hide the frenetic desire to get the fuck out now, "You really need to hurry up in there.  If we don't leave soon, we're going to have company over, and I do so know how much you love to have company..."  For the moment, she didn't have time to coax him, she was looking for her lightsaber, and her robe to put back on, both had been thrown across the hotel room in a frenzy to get the sex started.  Finding the weapon but not the wardrobe, she ignited it, the feeling ever closer, to the point where she could feel the hunger for her blood on the other side of her door.
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Xaedrin felt it, too.  A shock through the Force - two powerful Jedi broadcasting their Force signature like a bad holo-drama.  Jedi were stupid, but they weren't that stupid.  Xaedrin reached out, brushing the presences of the two approaching Jedi - only to find them hollow.  They're not Jedi,[/i] he thought with a grin.  Clever.[/i]  Xaedrin reached out again, sensing the faint presences of two Jedi that were clearly real, though he couldn't pinpoint their location.  Having already exited the sanisteam, Xaedrin threw his robes on and grabbed his lightsaber from the counter where he had left it.  Using the Force to throw the door open, he saw the woman he was wild about standing with her blade ignited in front of the door.

"Possibly not the best combat attire," he said, stopping momentarily to admire the view.  "Certainly lends itself to agility, though."  Shaking his head to clear his mind - he needed to think! - he pulled the sheet from the bed with the Force as he ran to her side.  Wrapping the sheet around her, he lifted her from the ground with the arm holding his lightsaber and pointed his other hand, palm downward toward the floor.  Pulling the Force to himself, Xaedrin released a powerful ball of kinetic energy, blasting a hole through the floor and continuing on.  The kinetite destroyed the floor of their seventh story room, leaving a gaping hole that continued down at least four floors.
"Turn that thing off," he said with a chuckle as he scooped up her legs with his other arm and jumped down inside the hole, using the Force to direct himself and avoid shrapnel from the destroyed flooring.  Xaedrin released another burst of Force energy to land them softly on the floor of a third-story room, where a frightened Ithorian couple pressed against the wall, speaking quickly in their native tongue.  
Ignoring them, Xaedrin sat Kari down and ran to the door of the room, throwing it open and then exiting into the hall, motioning for her to follow him.  Running across the hall, Xaedrin used his lightsaber to cut down a door to a room on the side opposite from where they started.  Entering the vacant room, Xaedrin ran to the window and saw that three floors down was an alley way that led into the night into the seedier areas of town.  As Kari ran over to join him, Xaedrin once again grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up.  Leaning close, he kissed her quickly as he let loose another ball of kinetic energy through the Force.  The window collapsed, pieces flying everywhere.
"For luck," he said with a grin as he pulled away.  Then he jumped through the destroyed window, carrying her gently to the ground as the sheet that was wrapped around her fluttered behind them.  Once again on terra firma, Xaedrin set her down and took her by the hand as he ran into the night.

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'Nice call, guys.' The Council's visions had proven completely accurate. From the roof of the hotel, Neftiria had a perfect angle to tell exactly what was going on for the top six floors. Plenty of distance to null her signature while Commander Halcyon pulled out some impressive Force judo to cloak their presence...and, much more importantly, the high ground when their mission picked up to its full intent.

"They're moving." Nef had been watching the two Sith for what had probably been an hour. She caught the tail-end of their sex through three floors and ten people, and with just a little bit of effort she'd managed to pinpoint exactly who was moving where. When one of them started smashing through floors, Nef chimed in with her warning to Commander Halcyon, sitting a few feet away. "Just dropped four more floors and out a window. We need to get moving to keep up."

As she stood up and moved to the side of the hotel, her hand drifted towards her lightsaber. "I'll head down and cut off their easy escape. Don't keep me waiting too long, Commander." A few more steps and she kicked herself off the side of the hotel roof, holding out her arms in a freefall for a couple hundred feet. As the floors rushed by her head, Nef brought in her Sight and concentrated for a moment, drawing the life of the planet into her body. Just before she hit the ground, she let out all of that energy in a telekinetic wave towards the ground, cushioning her landing to where she didn't even feel the impact.

Not even bothering to wait for her muscles to recoil, she pulled her lightsaber and centered herself in that same energy again, giving her legs speed that simply couldn't be humanly possible. As she blitzed like a blur through the crowded midnight streets of Nar Shaddaa, Nef kept her Sight trained on the two fleeing Dark Side signatures. They were still well within her maximum range, but if she didn't slow them down, they'd escape for certain.

Expanding her vision for a moment, she noted that there were large signboards on either side of the skyway. Smirking and coming to a stop, she breathed deep and opened herself to the Smuggler's Moon. Bathing in the ambient life energy of the world around her, she drew in just enough to help her manipulate the tiniest oscillations of electricity at the joints that held the boards up...just enough to overload them, causing tiny explosions to weaken their restraints. Exhaling, she brought her hands down, one after the other. With every inch she moved her fingers, the huge, neon signs were ripped feet from their proper place, until gravity took over and brought them crashing down, one on top of the other.

Grinning in satisfaction, Nef moved forwards kept her Sight locked on them as she searched for the Commander. With her lightsaber switched off and in civilian clothes, the only thing that gave her away was the fact that she was walking towards the huge crashing scenery instead of away from it. 'I need some ammunition. Something heavy...'

There was a food cart nearby. Nef smirked again. 'Oh yes.'

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"Damn it, these Sith are smarter then advertised. Go ahead and hold them off Lieutenant, I'll be after them," he said as he looked over the edge as Neftiria dived off the top of the building. This operation was already going tits up and now the Jedi had to scramble quickly if they hoped to hit their targets and hard. Mark calculated in his head how much slack he would need  in the rope and began counting off sections of rope. He'd go in through their window, if Neftiria was correct and she always was, them slipping down a few floors instantly meant they probably weren't discreet about it.

"Look for a hole," he said to himself as he counted off what he needed and he too launched himself off the building as far out as he could go before the rope began to lose slack and he began falling. Only a few seconds really passed before the rope grew tense and the Jedi Knight began shifting his weight. His body sailed through the air at an arch and quicker then he imagined as he burst through the window feet first, his lightsaber springing to life foe a brief second to cut the rope before it hissed off.

His body free from the tension, his feet turned in ward as he landed on his knees and slid across the carpet before sliding right into place... right through the hole in the floor but luckily his hand reached up and grabbed the ledge before he could go into a blind fall. "Like a boss.." he mumbled to himself as he let himself fall the distance downward and landed with a soft thud, his body rose up as he found more destruction and an easy path to follow. He had to be quick though he thought as he ran down the hall and through the door way created by a lightsaber, one look at the destroyed wall showed him where to go.

"I'm right on top of them but their moving fast, Lieutenant. Continuing my pursuit." he said as he leaped down to the alley way below.

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The crashing signboards brought the young Sith to a halt, skidding on her heels, taking her hand to stop her lover in kind.  For a moment, she hadn't quite understood the tactic, but when more than one began to fall, it became clear, someone was trying to cut the escape off.  She turned around slowly, trying to think, trying to find someone that was watching them, someone that was waiting to ambush them, but all she could see was people fleeing the scene, screaming in terror at the destruction of the streets.  Pulling her hand free from Xaedrin, she ignited her lightsaber, the crimson blade extending over her head as she gripped it with both hands.  The bedsheets slowly slid down her legs, pooling in a puddle at the base of her feet, leaving the girl bare again save for the tiniest of cloth that covered only the barest of parts.

Taking a moment to concentrate, the only logical answer to the question of where the blocking was coming from came to her.  They were being slowed, which meant they were being chased.  Turning her head behind her for a moment, taking a long, deep look through the scrambling masses, she could see a figure through the dust, charging at the two Sith.  Her body followed her head in kind, taking a spread stance with her legs to brace for an impact that still had several moments to go, but she would not waste the energy running from such an encounter.  Often the most dangerous of dogs were those backed into a corner.  She let the blade rest in her right hand, which pulled back behind her head, pointing the tip of the blade down across and in front of her body, her free hand out in front of her, as much for poise as for momentum when the blade dancer in her would kick off it's lovely show.
"Xaedrin, hunny, we're being chased.  We're either being herded into an ambush, or they're seriously dumb enough to corner two Sith into the same city block."  Her eyes never left the faint figure slowly but steadily approaching the couple.  No, looking away would be absolute suicide, but she reached out with what she could, using the Force to feel and probe, to find any other signatures that might be coming their way.  "I would suggest, darling, that we prepare for a fight."  She smiled, her eyes still cast down the road, even as the wind picked up dust lifted from the poor plebes that fled the scene.  It would only be moments now that the predators would be upon them.  She could only hope that in their chase they had forgotten that it wasn't just dogs they had cornered, but a well-trained Sith Knight, and at least a half-decently trained Sith assassin.  Only time would tell.

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Xaedrin watched as the holo-boards crashed down around him.  These Jedi were serious about catching up to them, apparently.  Well, if that's what they wanted, that's what they would get.  Turning around, Xaedrin smiled at the remark about preparing for a fight.  However, if he had to fight - and if he had to have his woman by his side, rather than safe and away from harm - he would prefer for her not to fight half-nude.  Xaedrin was a slightly jealous man, and there was no reason for anyone else to see what belonged to him.

"It would appear a confrontation is imminent," he said as he removed the top of his robe, leaving him just in his black trousers and boots, his chiseled body gleaning with sweat.  "If we have to kill them, though, I don't want the last thing they see to be an image they savor."  As he said this, he helped to put his robe on her.  Xaedrin didn't need that distraction, either, to be perfectly honest.  
Xaedrin watched as the figure approached.  He knew there was a second somewhere, but he was uncertain where.  Xaedrin tried to think - was there any chance that Kari could escape before the second arrived?  He was confident the one who was approaching was not as powerful as the second - perhaps if he struck first, they would both be forced to deal with him.  It was possible.
Pulling the Force to himself, Xaedrin pressed his anger outward.  Reaching deep inside, Xaedrin found the anger and hatred that fueled him.  He found the anger toward his past, the anger toward those who had hurt him - the anger toward these, who had ruined his weekend getaway with his love.  And the hatred that he held for their attempts on her life.  Xaedrin lifted his hand, letting loose a roar of challenge as he released a kinetite attack in the direction of the oncoming attacker.  Then, he activated his lightsaber and sprinted forward to meet the Jedi in battle.

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'This is definitely a first. Never been charged by a half-naked Sith man before.' Deflecting the blast of Force energy would have been simple - Neftiria elected instead to stop it. The moment before it hit her, she allowed her mind to take on an accepting demeanor - the better to intercept the attack with. The force of the blast pushed her a few inches back, but she as she held the energy in her hands, the pressure stopped altogether.

She had the perfect target to redirect it towards, too. Compressing the rebuked attack into a tighter ball of air, Nef took a full two seconds to focus on getting the dust, water, and just about everything else in the little ball of atmosphere she had between her hands as thick as possible. When she couldn't squeeze it any tighter, she pushed her hands forwards and let the blast fly at cannonball speeds. Her mind was under considerable strain, so she reached down and switch on her lightsaber instead.

Sighted races often claimed that staring into the blade of their 'sabers helped them focus. Nef would forever miss this effect - the deep emerald green blade was just a bunch of unstable molecules to her "eyes". Focusing on defense, the Miraluka concentrated on the Sith charging at her and telegraphed his movements to intercept his lightsaber with her own - this much concentration on her Sight would slow her recovery time a bit, but that wouldn't be a problem when the Commander showed up.

She kept her eyes on the food cart, just in case.

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His body slid through the air quickly as he fell down from the high perch. His black leather jacket and gray under shirt, slid up in the forced fall before he landed, his body conforming to the fall as he came down and landed on one knee. He looked up and pushed off from the ground as he broke into a sprint. He knew that Neftiria would get to the Sith first, he couldn't waste any time in getting to her and have the risk of her being outnumbered come to life. Luckily he wouldn't need to go far before he could see green and red saber blades in the distance.

His arms pumped as he activated the blade to his lightsaber, the bright blue covering the area around him. A determined look crossed his face as he got closer and closer, the Force building in his body before he took one final step and launched himself into the air the Force strongly flowing through him as he arched through the air, the remaining distance easily passed as his body corkscrewed into place landing right behind the Sith. The advantage was his for the moment as his senses moved outward over the area and he gave himself to the Force before his body moved towards his foe.



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The girl gave the man the benefit of the doubt, letting him situate himself on the ground before making her first attempt at killing him.  She took a single step back, keeping her hand and her saber poised, ready to strike.  She felt the wave of the Force fling past her as the man landed, before taking a moment to focus herself.  Without warning, her foot sprang forward, left hand sweeping widely out, before the girl pivoted, her entire body spinning, lightsaber clinging closely to her, almost close enough to burn the girl, before spinning back out, swinging for the stars, aiming for his head.  As soon as she felt the opposing saber meet hers, she shifted her weight, ducking under both sabers and yanking hers back, letting the Jedi's own strength push his own saber to the ground, before turning, spinning again, ripping the lightsaber again at his face.  She watched as the man quickly ducked the swing, her own momentum carrying her a few steps, before whirring the blade around her back and then back up to her shoulder, looking at the man straight in the eyes.  She wasn't there to win the war, only delay him long enough for Xaedrin to handle the blind chick.

"You're better than you look.  Most of your ilk can't handle misdirected momentum."  Without waiting for a reply, she immediately sprung at him again, going the direct route this time, her blade swinging up, meeting his halfway, the purple light emanating from the meeting point.  She stared at him, trying to concentrate, trying hard to out muscle him this time, already too committed to duck under the strike.  When she realized she was losing the fight, namely, as she was watching the Jedi's lightsaber get closer to her face, she finally backed out, taking a few steps back, whirring it in a circle, holding the blade back behind her now, the grip reversed, the blade showing just over the tip of her left shoulder.  She waited for the man to strike, swinging her whole arm up, blocking on the back of her swing, before attempting to drive the man's blade into the ground with a pure lack of force resisting, spinning around again, hoping to meet his face with the blade but instead only catching a fist with her jaw.  The strike knocked her off balance and sent her sprawling to the ground, the red lightsaber not even turning off as it skipped across the ground, turning dusty ground into melted sands as it went.  For a long moment, the girl looked after the lightsaber, as if losing it spelled her certain doom, before something screamed in her mind to move, rolling just in time to avoid a lightsaber strike going through her chest.  On her feet again, she scrambled, hurrying after her lightsaber, able to smell the Jedi hot on her trail.

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Sprinting through the street, Xaedrin watched as the woman brought his Force attack in and held it, before redirecting it back in his direction.  Xaedrin had learned in the past that it was far more draining to release a kinetic attack then it was to contain and redirect one.  Sometimes, sidestepping is a brilliant strategy.  This one, however, had chosen to weaken herself before the battle even began.  It was all the same to him.  Seeing the attack returning toward him, Xaedrin reached out with the Force and jumped, flipping neatly over the blast as it came toward him, allowing it to pass underneath him untouched toward his apprentice and where he felt the presence of the other Jedi headed.

Reaching the blindfolded Jedi, Xaedrin brought his ignited blade over his head, spinning it in his hand several times to gain momentum before striking at a downward angle from his right to left.  The block was easy enough - but it was only the beginning.  Xaedrin allowed his hatred to pour into the Force, calling on it to empower and fuel him as he put everything he had into disarming his opponent quickly.  Xaedrin struck quickly and ferociously, a torrential downpour of flurries and strikes.  As he continued to press toward her, Xaedrin reached out with the Force and began grabbing parts of the broken signs she had brought down, hurling them toward her from all angles - making life just that much more difficult.
After all, he truly hated this woman - even if they had never met.
Through the Force, Xaedrin could sense Kari's concentration, along with her growing concern as her own battle waged on.  The man she fought was powerful, and clearly had an advantage.  All the more reason why Xaedrin needed to end this battle quickly.

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There was a term that Nef had once heard used to describe a Miraluka Jedi's saberwork: the "perfect circle of defense". With 360-degree x-ray aura vision out to 200 feet or more, there was literally nothing that she wasn't aware of at the moment it started happening, all at the same time, constantly. And while Neftiria wasn't the best fencer in the galaxy, she was plenty good enough to evade an attack that she saw telegraphed several seconds before it hit. The quantity of attacks wasn't much of a problem - all it did was keep her from focusing enough to launch her own counter-offensive.

The first attack was child's play. A spinning cloud of electricity was about as easy to miss as a bright yellow bus moving down a crowded civilian skyway while on fire and playing rock music. The subsequent attacks weren't much harder. A single saber wasn't going to have much of a chance getting through Nef's guard when she could see it moving long before it was a threat. The tricky part wasn't even dropping, dodging and weaving out of the way of the debris the Sith was hurling at her. Keeping a calm, centered mind, she was able to avoid most of them without having to physically exert herself.

...but it was going to take some serious effort to actually strike back at him. The rage in the man's eyes was as clear as day, which meant he was pouring everything he had into the attack - if she actually managed to get anything through his guard...

He had just started to fling a sparking, live power line at her. Nef noted its outline gently in her Sight, then let her free hand flick it just a half-inch off course. The cord swung wide on its intercept path with Nef's face, instead stretching easily out towards the Sith warrior keeping his attentions on her body. When it was close enough, she rolled to one side, out of the way of his latest lightsaber attack, the brought up her own 'saber in a rising slash towards his abdomen.

'That should give me some breathing room.' As Nef stood back up and set herself back in a sturdy stance, both hands on her lightsaber, she took another deep breath, relaxing her mind in preparation for whatever Force assault he would throw at her next. The edges of her vision picked up the fight between the Commander and the other, weaker Sith - a woman. The Commander had this one in the bag. She could focus with impunity on staying alive until he was done.

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"You obviously haven't been in a tailspin while evading enemy fighters and having to pull up at a 45 degree angle," he told the woman as their fight began. She wasn't without skill but her movements were meant more to confuse and knock her enemy off guard. Mark though momentarily caught off guard quickly regained his senses and easily enough broke through her defenses and threw her down to the ground with a solid left hook. But not just any left hook, one made of cold hard metal covered in synth-flesh.

"I pack a bit of a punch, baby. Next time you should steel yourself," he said moving after her as she skittered across the ground. The killing stroke was close, maybe he was a bit excited but he knew he couldn't be. He killed out of necessity, not because he liked it. These Sith were the enemy, if they went free then they would most likely go on to kill more innocent people. Faster they were neutralized the faster they call the operation closed and they could report back to base.

His hand rose up as he concentrated on the Force, invisible tendrils reached out and wrapped around the girls neck as he hoisted her up into the air. This would be the end, once he was finished he could turn his sights on the man and get this dirty business finished.
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The blood throughout the woman's body turned completely cold.  For a moment, the fear of death ran through the girl, she could feel it in her fingertips, feel the warm calling of destruction curling in her toes, even if it meant her own.  She could see no fathomable future, no clear way to get out of the throes of death with this one.  She almost resigned herself to the fate of being impaled by the blue-hot blade of his lightsaber.  Almost.

She realized she wasn't choking, simply being held in the air, and the words of Lord Illuminus's lecture to her about emotion and the force started running through her mind.  From eccentric, fearful to calm, collected, the switch happened almost immediately.  She was not dying today.  Those same invisible tendrils, dark and brooding, crept out from her hand, reaching for her lightsaber, still humming, ignited on the ground.  She watched as the man approached, getting closer, the girl just waiting for the right time to strike.  
"Not today, Jedi..." When he was almost to point blank range, her arm jerked forward and swiped, the blade lifting off the ground and hurling itself at the man, slinging violently in spirals as it went, whirling like a tornado straight for his neck.  The action had clear broken his concentration, the girl had fallen from the air, rolling over roughly on her back as she hit the ground. She didn't have the energy to look up and see if she had killed the man, she was just glad she wasn't dead yet.

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Speaking while gripped around the neck? That seemed impossible! But she told him plainly that his thoughts were wrong. So confident that she attacked even when her very life was in his hands. Her lightsaber came soaring at him, acting purely on instinct he dropped her and leaned his body back. Mark might not have looked like the most acrobatic of Jedi but that was just a mistake he was letting his opponent make by fooling them. His free hand reached back behind him catching the ground before he could land on the ground before his head could be clipped.

The Jedi Knight kicked his feet off the ground and using his arm as his pivot point he flipped back onto his feet in a crouching stance. Now would be his chance though, her weapon went off in the distance after he'd dodged it. He pressed off from his place and charged the woman. This was why he was never a fan of throwing his weapon. Unless you could bring it back to yourself in time, it left you completely open to attack.
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Seeing the blade come toward him, slashing upwards, Xaedrin reacted by pushing his blade down and around, deflecting the strike harmlessly to his side, though stopping his attack cold.  His opponent leaping backwards, Xaedrin momentarily paused, preparing to move in for a second exchange.  Feeling the ripples through the Force of Kari's distress, however, Xaedrin's patience for his battle with the blind fool of a Jedi wore thin.  His anxiety poured into the Force, and his anger exploded outward from him.  Extending his hands, Xaedrin reached with the Force and pushed with all of his might, a scream of anger and hatred escaping him as he did so.  The Force of his push was enough to throw the woman backwards, allowing him to move his concentration elsewhere.  As he turned, he saw his love's desperate move to save her life.  He saw her fall to the ground as her weapon spun away.

Xaedrin had only a split second to act, knowing that she was now weaponless facing a superior foe.  Reaching out with the Force, he called Kari's lightsaber to himself, while at the same time throwing his ignited blade at the Jedi that was attacking her.  The weapon sliced through the air as Xaedrin poured on speed to reach her assailant, her blade now neatly tucked into his hand.
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Mark slid to a stop as the burst of anger from behind caught his attention. Before he could contemplate what was happening a lightsaber was headed his way and his only means of defense was to swipe his weapon through the air in a horizontal slash. An action purely instinctive, but hit the spot in a big way as his weapon slid right through the hilt of his weapon and sent the bisected lightsaber sparking to the ground harmlessly. Mark would admit though, it got his heart rate up a bit and he didn't expect he would hit the hilt.

The Jedi Knight re-adjusted his stand for the incoming warrior and raised his blade to meet the male warrior face to face in a clash of sabers. "Sorry, but throwing your weapon just won't cut it. Now you're in real trouble," he said pushing the young man back and following up with a fluid riposte looking to take the advantage and power his way to a victory against the two Sith, but now they were down a lightsaber and sometimes thats all the advantage one would need.


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Well, that was one way to settle it. Apparently the Sith had a heart somewhere in his chest, however tiny and rotten. He leaped to defend his  woman...and left Nef completely unattended. So, as might be expected of  a 'luka, she did exactly what she was good at: she stood there and watched. A few movements and there was one less lightsaber in this competition. Nef saw this as her moment to act. The weakest link was now  the Sith girl. Eliminate that link, then double-team the remaining Sith.

Letting her lightsaber drop to her side, a relaxed horizontal grip instead of the tight vertical one she tended to favor, Nef breathed in deep. Her Sight expanded, not just through the steel she  was standing on or the power lines that she had thrown at her enemy, but through the air. The dust. She could feel everything on the moon. No, that was inaccurate - she was  everything on the moon, and the moon was in her just as she was in it. With this expanded consciousness, expanded being, and just about everything else, she touched food cart...

Nef slowly raised her left hand, pulling the cart from the ground with more care than effort. As soon as it was a few feet up, she quickly pulled her arm back, then thrust it towards the woman with the Dark aura. The cart followed her hand, hurtling on a direct collision course with its target. The moment it was far enough along that momentum would carry it the rest of the way, Nef let up on her own exertion and looked around for something else. Maybe something sharp...

Offline Kari Pujas

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Watching the man's lightsaber get shredded in half by the Jedi's weapon had left a bad taste in her mouth.  Sure, technically the fight was two on two, but the red team was now short a weapon, while the blue team still all the juice they'd started with.  It was a pleasant discourse, however, one that couldn't leave a completely bad taste in her mouth.  After all, her lover had come to her rescue in her greatest time of need.  Such a valiant hero Xaedrin could be in her eyes, throwing himself into the fray with the Jedi if only to save his princess.  Okay, moment over, the reality set in that it was now effectively two versus one, in a lightsaber duel war, one was not well equipped to fight without, you know, a lightsaber.

She'd gotten caught up in the fight between the two Knights, almost to the point of ignoring the projectile that the Force was screaming at her to do something about.  Glancing up just before death would become imminent, Kari saw the flying food cart.  Throwing up both hands and reaching out through the Force, Kari caught the cart and, with a gentle push of the Force, managed to change it's direction, hurling it instead on a high-velocity, high-impact course with the male Jedi.  She didn't sit still long enough to wait and see if she had hit her intended mark, wiping the dust from her eyes and standing up, looking around for the other one she sensed.
"Why don't you come out and play too?  Die like a real man, staring your opponent in the face as she rips the life straight from your soul!?"  The girl was delusional, everyone knew that already, but maybe that was part of her charm.  She continued to glance around, blind to the blind woman's position, simply shaking her head as she pulled up, waiting to see where her near-killer would shoot from next.  She would find this Jedi.  Then she would kill it.

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Her cart had missed, but it had served its purpose admirably. Stopping something that heavy moving that fast required attention, and while the Sith woman's attention was focused on a huge food cart hurtling at her face, it was not focused on Nef's next actions. Raising her hands, she seized a couple of the frayed wires from the holoboards she had brought down earlier, her consciousness melding around them, noting every aspect of their frayed and broken beings, and with a coordinated move of both her hands, she flung the still-sparking wires at the woman without a lightsaber.

The best part was that she had enough time left after sending them flying to redirect her attention to the redirected food cart, giving it just enough of a push to angle it towards the other Sith instead of her Master. 'You've got enough distractions without having to deal with a broken arm, Commander. Though, do try to pay a bit more attention in the future.'

Third exertion. She'd need a bit of time to recuperate after this. Pressing her hands together in the same pattern she usually did, she gathered up the (copious, due to the fight) dust and debris in the air, forcing and pressurizing it into a tight ball. This was as much an exercise in sensory as it was in telekinetic power, which was one of the main reasons Nef favored it. With her little ball of condensed matter and pressure formed, she brought her left arm back, shoved it forwards, and flung the tight sphere of Force energy at the Sith woman.

The best part about Nef's little trick was that it tended to explode (however weakly) on contact...and that it moved incredibly quickly.

Neftiria's Sight was getting a little blurry. She needed to center herself. Too much effort over a short period. 'Blast! Commander, if we survive this, we're going to have to work on my endurance.'

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Watching his lightsaber hilt severed, disengaging the blade, Xaedrin was filled with fury.  He had built that lightsaber himself - crafted the component parts, painstakingly put them together using only the Force - it was a part of himself.  Locking blades with the Jedi, Xaedrin found himself pushed back and facing the return strike that was expected.  It would have been easy enough to bat it aside and continue the offensive, but something caught the periphery of his Force sense - a large object of some type, unceremoniously making its way through the air toward him.  Seeing the projectile, and feeling the oncoming attack from the Jedi, Xaedrin handed himself over to instinct.

Xaedrin leaped into the air, turning his body as he did so.  As the projectile came in, it swept through the place his body had just occupied, moving under him as the Jedi's blue blade came up, slicing neatly through what Xaedrin now identified as a food cart.  The Jedi's blade came within inches of Xaedrin as his Force enhanced jump carried him away from the Jedi.  As he moved overhead, he reached out with the Force, grabbing hold of his damaged lightsasber hilt that lay behind his opponent and sending it with all haste straight toward the Jedi.  Xaedrin was rewarded by the sickening sound of metal penetrating skin, the blade built into the pommel slicing cleanly into the back of the Jedi's right upper thigh.
Landing on his feet several meters away, Xaedrin lifted his blade to a high guard, and prepared to follow up on the blow that offered him such satisfaction.  "When you are dead, Jedi," he said with a twisted smile, "I promise to go easy on your apprentice.  Her pain will not last too long, just long enough for what remains of your consciousness to understand the depth of her agony."