Onslaught of the Empire

[Cale Darksun]

"There are no coincidences when the Force is involved." He said, gesturing back to the door and locking it Telekinetically. Now she had nowhere to go and limited room to move in the Interrogation cell. She was trapped.
"There is no escape for you, Jedi." He declared. "There is no place you can run, no allies to come to your aid. You are all alone, and helpless before the power of a true Sith."
 

[Darkened Angel]

" True Sith? They did out ages ago. All you Sith now are just pretenders, misguided people lured to the Dark Side by the promise of power. " Danika said, then swung her lightwhip towards the Sith, intent on snagging his neck. At the same time, she held out her free hand and attempted to pull his lightsabar away from him with the Force, hoping to disarm him quickly.  

[Cale Darksun]

The lightwhip struck the neck protectors of Cinn's armor, failing to wrap around a neck it couldn't reach but leaving a visible scorch mark on the plate as it recoiled away. As his lightsaber began to slip from his belt, effortlessly Cinn snatched it up and ignighted it with an angry thrum, the compressed crystal sending energy rippling up and down the red blade.

"You little fool." spoke Cinn, his booming voice harsh. "You think me merely a failed Jedi like your Revan, Malak or Exar Kun? I am Sith, born of Sith! My power is beyond your imagination!"

With a sweep of his hand, the chairs were thrown at the Jedi. The table, bolted to the floor, was ripped from its fixings and blown towards Danika as well.
 

[Darkened Angel]

Danika dodged the chairs and had just enough room to avoid the table as well, but that put her within striking distance of the Sith's lightsaber and without any room to back away. She quickly swung her lightwhip again, wrapping around the blade, and pulled hard on her whip with both hands, hoping he couldn't react quickly enough. She was rapidly running out of options.  

[Cale Darksun]

sparks flew as the two energy sources came into contact, but Danika lacked the muscle to pull the sword from a dedicated warrior and he pulled back, resisting Danika's strength easily with his own.. If he could get her to release her grip, he could disarm her, and she would be easy prey. Even loosening her whip's grip on his light blade would make this a victory....
Of course.
Cinn deactivated his lightsaber, Danika's whip falling away. Reignighting the saber the second her whip was clear, Cin then made a horizontal slash at his opponent.
 

[Darkened Angel]

Danika didn't anticipate the Sith having as much strength as he did, forcing her to lose her balance as he pulled back, sending her into him. As he deactivated and then reactivated his lightsaber to make his attack, it only missed her because she bumped right into him, and the swing he made caught part of the lightwhip, which was still activated as it fell from Danika's hands, and sent her weapon to the side of the room.

Right in the Sith's clutches and unarmed, Danika could only look at him with an expression of shock. She quickly composed herself, and used her last resort. Using both the Force and her Zeltron pheremones, she attempted to get into the Sith's head, making her as attractive to him as possible, hoping he'd lose himself to the allure. It likely wouldn't work if he was a dedicated warrior, trained to fight the Jedi on every front, but she had to try.  

[Cale Darksun]

Only half of Danika's maneuver was successful, as pheromones were notably unable to affect a man breathing filtered air. But the attack on his mind did not go unnoticed, and Cinn found himself under mental assault and using his potent reserves to try and fight her attempt to influence him with the Force.
he grabbed the woman by the throat and began to squeeze, attempting to break her concentration by choking her.
 

[Darkened Angel]

Danika grabbed the Sith's arm and tried to free herself from his grasp, but to no avail. She simply lacked the strength to fight off a warrior without the use of her speed and agility. She only felt his grip loosen as she began to lose consciousness, slumping against him as he broke her assault on his mind.

" What... You... " was all she could manage before everything went black. Danika passed out in the struggle, and was now the Sith's helpless prisoner.  

[Nelowulf]

Jian was just about finished searching the academy with the photographic evidence he needed, when he sensed several people approaching the building. This was unexpected (to say the least) and judging by how they carried themselves, full of anger and hate, the likelihood of their origin was inevitably singular.

"Sith..." he muttered, putting his pack into a small alcove with several other abandoned bags, as he began to search the rooms from memory for supplies and devices. Holographic projectors, synthrope, mesh tape, the works. Making due with what he could, Jian was determined to even the odds of someone discovering his presence, lining a small trap at the front door with thin wire and a stun grenade that he assumed to be used to subdue escaped prisoners or unruly students. Quickly, he worked around, setting up almost juvenile-like traps throughout the main hall, pouring a thin sheet of oil from the kitchen down one staircase. He hadn't much time to create the obstacle course, but enough to where his already limited time was put to as much use as possible. Now, he waited for the enemy to enter the game.  

[stellarmagic]

Alyn sighed as the naval officer spoke to the doctor acting as if they weren’t even in the room. Growling to himself he glared at the medical scanner as it finished a cycle and shut down. What could they want? He bit the inside of his lip as the doctor nodded and the officer slipped out.

“Alright then Mister Roc, your scan checks out but a couple visitors will be in to see you shortly…” The dark skinned doctor glanced at Roc and then Zaala then smirked slightly. “You should get dressed. I can activate a privacy field if you are so inclined?”

Zaala snorted. “Cheeky sort isn’t he?”

Alyn rolled his eyes then glared at the doctor. “Just get me some bloody clothes.” He growled and the Doctor stepped out the door.

As the door hissed shut Zaala pulled off the medical gown and started dressing in the republic issue jumpsuit. She hummed to herself as she began to slip on the two-piece white smock that lay beneath the rest of the jumpsuit and Alyn felt his eyes drawn to her lithe form. It wasn’t perfect or unmarred… there were plenty of scars including a set on her hip that he knew were from his ACP rifle. When she finished he let out a sigh of relief.

“What?” Zaala asked as she pulled on the rusty orange, yellow, and black colored vest.

“I’ve never met a woman that would strip down without a thought before a guy… except some ‘exotic’ dancers.” Alyn said with a slight smirk.

Zaala snorted again. “I’ve lived in barracks with a bunch of horny men so it doesn’t bother me.” She finished and ran a hand through her short blond hair for a moment. “Plus, you wouldn’t jump me when the doc is right out the door.”

Almost as if on cue the door hissed open and the doctor brought a packing crate into the room and set it beside Alyn. He unsnapped the seals and opened it revealing a republic style jumpsuit much like that Zaala wore. With a sigh Alyn nodded to him. “Thanks.”

“Your guests will be here in a moment, I suggest you hurry up.” The Doctor said as he headed back to the door.

Alyn rolled his eyes and turned his back to Zaala and roughly finished drying with the towel before turning to the clothes. He could feel Zaala’s gaze roving over him as he tossed the towel aside and grabbed the jumpsuit, pulling it on as quick as he could.

“You know, you’ve got a nice a** for a re-pub.” Zaala said, her voice laced with amusement.

He sighed and finished pulling on the clothes. “Shut up you.” Then in a whisper to himself he added. “So do you sithlet.”

Zaala was laughing when the door hissed open. A startled gasp slipped from her mouth as two figures stepped into the room. Slowly Alyn turned toward them and felt his own eyes widen in surprise.

At first Alyn couldn’t tell what they were, one looked somewhat human but not quite. He stood flanked by a number of marines along with the Bothan intelligence officer. He didn't wear a republic fleet uniform, but robes… jedi robes.

Bloody Hell…  

[Des Voh]

The jedi peered at the two humans waiting in the med-bay, each dressed in a poorly-fitting republic coverall. His face passive, he looked them each over, taking in the details, before speaking politely."Mister Roc and Miss Xor, I presume?" He said, bowing his head a few degrees to one and then the other, his hands each slipping into the opposite's sleeve in his robe."I am Caisar Adonexus of the Jedi Order. If you would not mind, I'd like to discuss a few matters with you..." He then looked around the med-bay, a corner of his mouth falling some."Perhaps in a more suitable environment?"

The man before them was tall, and strong for a Jedi Knight, but not laden down in any apparent armor like your typical guardian of the age. His hair and beard were each neatly groomed, his face was clear of any sort of harsh scaring or wrinkles - clean living one could say -, and his robe concealed all but the straight collar and hood of his short-coat beneath. His eyes were kind as he looked to the duo.

The bothan which had been a few steps behind approached."There is a room for just such occasions, Master Jedi. I will escort you all, if you would follow me." He said, looking at first to the Jedi and then turning onto Alyn and Zaala, his expression stated clearly that they actually had no say in the option to come along.

"Yes. That would be nice, just make sure its comfortable, Agent Issian. This is not an interrogation, Ive already read the files from those." The jedi stated plainly, half-turning to the bothan, who only replied with a stiff nod of affirmation and turned to led them out, the two Marines taking steps to each side of the door, and the Jedi waited for them with expectant eyes.

 

[stellarmagic]

Zaala swore in her mind as she grabbed her modified armor from it's packing crate and stood to follow them. She glanced at Alyn and bit her lip. After all her encounters with sith she'd learned not to trust them... and here was a Jedi. She couldn't trust him either...

Damn Force-users. She thought to herself as she followed them out of the room. Alyn had stepped up beside her and seemed to bounce nervously on the balls of his feet. Scowling, she glared at him. "Calm down..."

"Right." Alyn said before settling down and glancing at the armor she carried. "I wonder what they did with the rest of my gear?"

"We have it in storage Mister Roc, it will be returned to you on your release." The Bothan said quickly.

Zaala glanced at the jedi. Somehow I doubt that... he's got a job for us I bet. She clenched her teeth as the door to the room hissed open revealing a small conference or meeting room.  

[Miss-Pandemica]

Nova said nothing during the short trip to the planet. She had chosen to secluded herself into mediation, letting the flow of the Force course through every nerve in her body. Though she had only just joined the crew she felt the same sentiment for battle. In the two weeks that had passed since Ruuria she was itching to test her new skills on something more than a practice droid.

The saber Ilia had bestowed her was gripped loosely in her right hand while her left rested idly at her side. As the other members rushed out she followed in pursuit, keeping to the rear of the squad.
 

[Des Voh]

The bothan led the group to a higher deck, and at the Jedi's request, left them be within an officer's rec room. Leaving with obvious irritation written all over, though one would guess that he stationed the two marines very close to the room. Once alone with the two, the Jedi found a seat, smoothing his robe and enfolding his hands in his lap."Im sure each of you are quite tired of all of this, and you'd like to leave and go... but there are certain questions that I have for each of, and especially you, Miss Xor. But if you have any yourself, please feel free." he said calmly.

Since meeting with them, Caisar had been reaching out and testing them, seeing into their emotions and reactions. The former sith operative was strong, as she held her fear back well and maintained a decent composure, for one who just escaped with her life and had been sentenced to half a months cycle of questioning and healing, but he knew what laid beneath. He wondered what kind of life the people under these new Sith were accustomed too. But he pushed his scholarly pursuits to the side and focused on what was important.

The merc was nonchalant, but irritated, mostly because he was wrapped up in something he really had no business in, but war makes no exceptions on who it takes captive. His type are always neck deep in it, one would expect they would understand its effects.

Amongst other things... but those weren't his concern.

He gave a slight smile and waited patiently for their responses.  

[stellarmagic]

Zaala shifted nervously in her seat, her eyes locked on the Jedi. "What do you want?" She finally said, the words coming out in a rush.

Alyn gaped at her for a moment then glanced between them uncertain what to make of her question. It sounded rather... impulsive, almost like a cornered animal begging for it's life. Just what did a non-force user suffer in their empire. He shivered a bit at the thought and tried to send her an encouraging smile.

She didn't notice though, her eyes were locked on the Jedi, and her hand twitched nervously.