Hukh The Dragon Slayer

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( Summary: Following a failed spar between Trinity and Darien, the Tekal brothers come to blows just as Marcus Thorne lands with a nasty surprise riding shotgun. An epic battle for the Temple and the planet as a whole wages before our heroes ultimately become victorious. )


Trinity St James
Trinity had taken in a couple of classes after her talk with Ava, including this final one in the training grounds. She had dressed in her one set of Jedi robes along with the other padawans, while wishing she had her normal workout clothes. While comfortable, the robes were bulkier than her normal flair. Lightsaber training wasn't exactly an area she needed work in, but she became fascinated by the different thought processes the Jedi instructed. The goal was defense first, offense only when necessary. It was completely backwards for her, and she struggled not to be aggressive in the exercises. When the class ended, she remained behind, trying to come to terms with this new revelation about the Jedi ways.

Darien Tekal
Darien was just coming into the yard as the class was letting out. His workout clothes were a pair of baggy black pants, and a sleeveless dark blue shirt. He was barefoot and easily the bigger of the Tekal twins. As he headed for a grouping if work out dummies he rolled his shoulders, catching Trin and flashing her a small smile along the way. He wouldn't interrupt any training that she may have had going on.

Trinity St James
She had just finished putting the training saber away on her belt when she caught Darien looking her way, offering him a smile in turn as she steps over to follow him to the work out dummy collection. "Hey Darien," she greets him casually, wishing for a moment she had gotten to know him better on Hapes to make the conversation a little less awkward. "Welcome back to Ossus."

Darien Tekal
"Thank you, Lieutenant St James," he was working on adjusting a dummy for his height, and cast a small glance in her direction, "The uniform suits you," he told her, his smile faltering for a moment as he struggled to get the adjustment lever to pop. When he got it to give he shifting the dummy's weight, pushing it up to just a little over level with him. "So what's up?"

Trinity St James
"Please, call my Trinity," she tells him with a smile, watching him for a moment as he struggles with the dummy. The compliment gives her a soft blush that she pushes past, focusing on the question instead. "I..uh," her confidence falters just for a second before she clears her throat and continues. "Ava suggested I talk to you about your.. transition to the Jedi ways, something I'm trying to do myself.."

Darien Tekal
Turning toward her he brushed his hands off and shook his head, "Don’t think about it as a transition. Think about it as growth. Change is hard, expanding is easy." His smile remained as he looked down at the dark haired woman, "I was going to work with the dummies, but maybe someone with brains would be better." The wink he gave her was followed by a little hand wave as he turned and headed for an open area.

Trinity St James
Trinity nods slowly, taking in his words. Change was hard.. growth makes more sense. "But how do you expand when you are to abandon all that you've known?" She asks, before pausing as he offers the spar. The former assassin ponders it a moment before nodding, following him to the open area. "We'll see how much one class has helped. If I get too aggressive, please call me out on it. The Master had to do that a few times."

Darien Tekal
"You can abandon everything of what you were taught before. You -can- adapt it, though. No matter what you do those lessons will be with you for life. It’s ingrained. It’s as much a part of your thinking, now, as breathing is natural for your body," he assumed a defensive stance, his arms poised up to protect his ribcage, hands loosely folded into fists. His knees were bent slightly. He looked loose. "Don’t worry about being aggressive Trinity, I like it rough. No Force use. That’s the only rule. Know yourself before you try to know the galaxy."

Trinity St James
"How do you adapt an ingrained urge to kill anyone and everyone that threatens you and those you care about? The Jedi preach a sanctity of life, but I was taught that death was my gift." She releases a soft sigh, a frown on her face as she lowers herself into her own stance. Body loose and fluid, standing on the balls of her feet, bouncing ever so slightly in place while hands raise up in front of her, palms held open. Her Force presence was shut down within her, ensuring she wouldn't use it in the fight. Doing so would automatically draw the dark side, which was to be avoided at all costs. "Fair warning, though. Solomon yelled the last time I sparred, so just be prepared for that. I sprained my ankle and continued, which he wasn't thrilled with."

Darien Tekal
The older twin smirked, "He had every right to yell at you. There is a difference between pushing yourself, testing your opponent, and mutilating your own body. The way we were trained is that in a spar, an injury -- be it a joint out of place, a twisted ankle, or a fracture -- if it can stop you from using the best weapon you have then the fight is over. But don’t worry, I don’t plan on being party to any heavy injuries today. Your boyfriend would kill me in my sleep. Now, your question: how does one adapt the urge to kill and protect one's self?" He motioned her toward him, signaling that he was ready, "Start slow. Try to realize that the defense of one's self, and the urge to kill, is just an extension of the need to defend. Every Jedi knows how to kill. Every Jedi faces taking a life. The urge to defend can be that extreme. It all comes down to control. Control your mind and body and you can control those urges."

Trinity St James
"And see, that's different than the way I was taught. Spars for us were to simulate a battle, and a small injury such as that wouldn't stop me in a real fight, so why should it stop me in one preparing me for it?" She asks, even as she approaches though she remains out of range for the moment, her eyes taking in his stance, his form, her brain calculating as the conversation continues. "Is it the intent that matters, then? If my intent is to defend by killing, that makes it okay. But if death could be avoided and I still follow through, that makes it dark?" She lets the question hang for just a second before striking, not wanting it to be too much of a distraction. Stepping forward with her left leg, she attempts a straight forward strike towards his left shoulder with her right hand, front knuckles curled in while leaving her fist open. Half a second into the strike, her right leg lifts and snaps forward, aiming for his left hip, hoping his left arm is occupied enough to leaving an opening.

Darien Tekal
Shifting his weight to the outside of Trinity's right arm, Darien reached out to gently push her right arm away with his left hand. His right went to that shoulder and he applied pressure enough there to force her to turn. With her having raised her foot to snap at his hip all her weight was resting on one foot. His goal was to compromise the planet foot and knock her off balance due to the weight he sought to manipulate through her upper body. "Don’t move too hard yet, Trinity, I’m just warming up. Killing for a Jedi should -always- be the last possible answer. If you kill to kill, to exact vengeance; if you hard for retribution, you are giving in to The Dark Side. Diplomacy should be the first line of defense and that goes hand in hand with understanding and compassion. If it comes to aggressive notions, a Jedi must always be prepared for the loss and pain. Just because a death, or injury, was inflicted in the name of defense does not mean it will not stick with you."

Trinity St James
"You -did- say you liked it rough," she replies quickly. Her right hand is knocked off track which was expected. His right swings across, aiming for her right shoulder, but her left arm is there and readily available, shooting upward open palm towards his elbow, looking to knock it up and thus over her shoulder, which would allow her kick to land against his hip if so. "Diplomacy was never an option for me before. Is there a class just for that?" The question was lighthearted, and a grin would be on her face if it wasn't for the determination of battle.

Darien Tekal
His hand did go up and over her elbow, and the kick to his hip sent him staggering back a step or two, "I do enjoy it rough," he said with a grin, "But I also enjoy my foreplay. What the hells has that brother of mine been teaching you?" He was grinning at her, an expression that held just the smallest hints of Solomon to it, "Gonna have to show that boy how it’s done... Stick around for that and you will get a great lesson in diplomacy."

Trinity St James
"I've seen your diplomacy at work with Solomon. I think I remember his head bouncing off of my bacta tank." She grins back at him, skipping over the first part as she has no comment at all on the idea of foreplay and ..roughness. Solomon was all she's ever known, at least for a normal relationship. Her eyes close for a moment as a rather vivid 'rough' memory catches her off guard, but she lets it pass without further reaction.

Darien Tekal
"The dumbass deserved it," Darien said with a shrug. "You were down and out so someone had to knock some sense into him. It had to be me. No one else would have gotten close enough." He resumed his stance and moved in, keeping his hands by his face, his arms close to his rib cage. His right hand flashed out, aiming for the left side of Trinity’s ribcage. The action would have him sending his arm out and hooking it around toward her defense. Simple, and quick. Darien was testing her defenses.

Trinity St James
"I'm not good at the knocking sense into him part," she confesses. "Even after everything that happened with Kara, it's hard to stay mad at him. He has such noble reasoning." That last part gets out just before he closes in for an attack. As the his hand hooks in towards her ribcage, Trinity steps in to the attack, her left arm lowering just enough to block the incoming strike, her body twisting towards his right arm, while her own right swings across quickly, looking to swipe his chin.

Darien Tekal
"What happened with Kara?" As Trinity stepped into the attack Darien reached for her incoming hand looking to hold it at bay while his weight shifted back to his left leg, his right lifting and hooking around her left at the knee. He flexed, looking to draw his leg back toward him while forcing her own to bend and compromise her stance.

Trinity St James
"Kara.." The question about Kara catches her. Darien didn't know! Her eyes go wide. So used to everyone knowing the details, she had forgotten that the news hadn't really made it off of Hapes. That thought process causes her to hesitate, and thus she doesn't react fast enough to Darien's counter. Her grabs ahold of her striking hand whole hooking the leg behind hers. Her shifting momentum causes her to fall backward as the leg gives way, her hand pulling at his to keep herself upright as she starts tumbling back.

Darien Tekal
His leg was still behind hers and as she started to stumble and fall back Darien was pulled forward. If she fell, he would go down with her. His position would have him landing on top of her.

Hukh
Hukh moved into the practice yard he had been in the gardens, since that was his usual haunt. He was still troubled to the depth of why the force had brought him here. He heard the tailings of the statement made, and though he disagreed with the directive of it, he did not disagree with the sentiment of it. Killing should always be done cold, and rational for a reason, but vengeance was hot and sloppy, rarely rational. he moved to where the spar was happening to watch, he had seen Trinity in action prior and she had an economy of movement that he enjoyed.

Trinity St James
And down the pair tumble, Darien landing on top of her awkwardly, landing hard atop of her. Her eyes go wide as she stares at him, a flood of memories hitting her mind, memories of other men who held her in such a position against her will. She can't move, can't think. She freezes as the trauma returns to the forefront of her brain. Through the Force, her presence cries out to Solomon, filled with fear.

Solomon/Darien Tekal
Solomon wasn't too far away, working on his knee under the supervision of a healer. The flexibility exercises had stopped short when Trinity's panic hit him. The healer forgotten, Sol spun and took in the training yard. She was there. She was close. He didn't need to sweep The Force across the yard to find her. It took him only a moment to spot Darien as he moved to push himself up off of Trinity. There was no thought to it as Solomon started toward the pair, reaching for the back of Darien's shirt to drag him off of the ex-assassin. Despite his knee he was moving fast, ignoring the possible dangers of doing so. "Gets the hells off her!" Darien would hear the familiar voice as it came from behind him, his shirt collar tugging hard against his neck as a solid pull pushed him back against his weight, "Sol, relax man." Darien was getting his feet beneath him, "We were just...." Sol cut him off with a sharp glance down at Trinity, "Are you alright? What did he do to you?"

Arabi Cordele
The healer just stared agape as Solomon burst out of the room. As soon as her wits returned to her, she turned to her master healer and pointed. Arabi had been staring too, having noticed the rushing of Solomon as well. She gently gestured to leave it for now and jogged to follow Solomon. It worried her to see him possibly harm his knee and knew there had to be a good reason for such action. Sh felt she had to be on hand if he did hurt his knee. As she raced into the training yard, it was a confusing scene before her.

Trinity St James
Trinity was lost to herself, curling up into a fetal position as her brain battles the returning trauma. It had been locked away until Master Vost had triggered her to confront them, and this was her first close encounter with a man other than Solomon since then. Eyes squeezed shut, she doesn't even hear Solomon as he approaches and speaks to her.

Hukh
Hukh shook his head, his shoulders tensing as he flowed to his feet. It was not his fight but something told him it was time to make his presence known. Quietly yet clearly and audibly.

Elija Boone
Elija had been on the field, too, and had witnessed the take down and resulting actions. Quickly moving to the scene, he descretely placed himself between the brothers. "It was an accident, Sol." He explained, "an unfortunate fall."

Hukh
"Good Spar gentlefolk, good spar, watch the switch leg trip your sir"

Solomon/Darien Tekal
Piercing blue eyes narrowed as they met with grey. Solomon was just an inch or two. Shorter than Darien, his shoulders weren't as broad, his form lacking apparent power. He wasn't as muscular, but he was just as solidly built. Sol was tense, a contrast to Darien's relaxed state. It didn't matter what was said. Trinity lay curled in a ball on the training yard's ground, unresponsive. An unfortunate takedown? He moved to step around Elija, keeping his eyes on Darien, "What did you do to her?" He asked again. Darien cast a glance toward Hukh as the Nohgri spoke. That was good advice and Darien gave a nod toward it. Sol had eyes only for his brother. "I tripped her, Sol. She went down and took me with her. It was an accident. It’s alright, breathe man."

Hukh
In the case that it might be needed Hukh flexed his fingers and a practice saber rolled across the grounds towards him in the moment the rattle and clink might have been lost to those about. It rolled until as gentle as a vonshkr pup it nudged his ankle. He left to rest next to his foot. Now it was but a thought from his hand and use. Drawing it to his hand might be a precipitous action at this moment. That did not mean he was foolish enough not to use that weapon should need arise. The light saber at his belt nor the gauntlet on his left hand were forgotten but true blades might draw an ire that would not soon be forgotten save by the one that he used them upon. Most would think Hukh arrogant to consider himself the combat equal of a Jedi Master, but Hukh was a master of his own crafts, and death was but one his crafts. "tissss but an observasstion" Hukh replied

Arabi Cordele
Her eyes went from each man to eat man and then finally to Trinity on the ground. She stepped forward and got down on her knees beside Trinity, speaking calmly. "Solomon she is fine physically. Come here, she needs your presence." She leaned down even further and spoke softer to Trinity as she touched the woman's hand. She exuded calm and friendly presence through the force to the woman. "Trinity? It's Arabi. You are safe. You are in the Jedi Temple and you are safe. Solomon is here."

Elija Boone
While Solomon faced down his brother, Elija's head turned to Arabi. He was about to suggest against touching Trinity but was too late. She was already touching her hand. Even he knew that in extreme cases of PTSD, which Trinity was obviously suffering, any catalyst, such as touch in the young woman's case, should be avoided. She could be reached in other ways.

Trinity St James
Trinity was struggling to break free, tears starting to flow from her eyes. Image after image runs across her mind, reliving the worst day of her life. The sudden touch has her jerking away, twisting her body away from what she perceives to be another one of her attackers, rolling onto stomach and clutching her body tighter. The calming presence is felt but it conflicts with what her brain believes is happening.

Solomon/Darien Tekal
Arabi had been ignored all up to the point where Trinity rolled away. It drew Sol's attention like a moth to the flames. The only thing that made sense... he rushed for Arabi, The Force flowing through him as he reached to push against The Healer's shoulder. He wanted to send the sitting Jedi Master off balance, and away from the prone woman laying on the ground. Darien gave Hukh a brief shake of his head. That training saber would be welcome only as an extreme last resort. This was Solomon. If Darien couldn't get him in hand then extreme measures would be needed. As Sol reached for Arabi, his body shifting to Elija's other side, Darien moved to intercept. There wasn't a lot of space between where Sol, Darien and Elija stood next to Arabi and Trin. The movements weren’t big. A hard dry cough ripped through Sol as Darien caught his outstretching hand. The sound of it may have been familiar to Arabi. It wouldn't be the first time she had heard that lung deep and ragged sound.

Hukh
Hukh understood that this was an internal matter and his intervention would only be tolerated when things totally were out of hand. He looked at Arabi's new position and began to wonder how close to out of hand they were at this very moment. One Tekal brother he could likely take, two he could like bring to a draw, three that was beyond even the legends of his people's skills. He would have to intervene in a fast and brutal manner, and apologize after once he decided to do so. "Masssster Cordele are you okay?" That actually irritated him that they would treat the healer so, she was his friend he believed, as much as anyone was his friend. More so than most others ever could be his friend.

Arabi Cordele
Sometimes touch was the only thing that could connect someone going through ptsd to someone outside their own head and their own reactions. Trinity acted against the touch however, making it harder for her to come back to the group that now surrounded her, concerned for her wellbeing. She had not paid attention to Solomon but looked up sharply as Darien's hand caught Solomon’s wrist just before it hit her. She looked at Darien with recognition. She would be speaking with him about the cough very soon. "Solomon she needs you to talk to her. You need to be calm and talk her out of it." There was fire in her eyes but they quickly shifted back to Trinity and her needs right now.

Ava/Eve Azalee
There are moments where you know you’ve come into the wrong part of a situation that are completely unavoidable and leave you standing there confounded. For the Azalee sisters; this was one such moment. Ava and Eve had arrived at the training grounds with every intention of partaking in a small spar. The younger sister was wanting to show off her ‘hot shot’ moves to the Jedi Knight. All of that was discarded as they came to the final moments. Both brown and blue eyes watched in horror as Solomon moved to push Arabi, who was knelt and touching a fallen Trinity. Immediately the sister’s split up. Ava went to aid Darien as he tried to calm down a raging Solomon while Eve knelt on the other side of Trinity.

Eve’s heart broke as she watched tears stream from her best friend’s eyes. She watched as her body shifted and jerked from any movement or touch given to her as if it were causing her to withdraw further into the nightmare. “Master Cordelle,” Eve addressed calmly and softly as to not rattle Trinity even further. “Is there anyway of calming her with your presence without the use of touch? She’s going through an episode where touch can be more detrimental than helpful.”

Meanwhile Ava moved to stand between Solomon and the trio on the ground. The older Azalee said nothing. There was no need for words at this point. She was there as an inceptor. A buffer between the trio and Solomon until Darien could get his twin brother to calm down.

Trinity/Marcus Thorne
There were two people in the Galaxy that Trinity trusted absolutely, and the second just appeared next to her. The memories were starting to clear just enough for the former assassin to gain control of the Force, latching onto it as a metaphysical lifeline, reaching and grasping for the peace and serenity only it can provide. Once the touch was removed, the calming presence of both Arabi and Eve helped her gather that strength. The tears were stopping, the small brunette struggling to retake control of her body.

Meanwhile, a sleek starfighter exits hyperspace above the planet, with a comm opening to the Temple's main communications. "Jedi Order, this is Marcus Thorne. I need to see the Council immediately; I have defeated the entity and must discuss the situation with them. I am enroute to land."

Solomon/Darien Tekal
Darien had pulled Solomon's arm back as Elija ducked beneath the opening and put himself between Solomon, Arabi and Trin. Eve and Ava were soon to join. Elija's one person wall became a two person wall giving a greater barrier between the enraged Tekal and the prone woman. Solomon's attention had returned to Darien. He ripped his hand free from his brother's grasp and coughed again. It was the same lung deep and body ripping sound. "Sol breathe, bro. It’s alright. No one got hurt." Darien tried reason once more. Sol wasn't hearing it. Literally. His brother's lips moved but Solomon didn't hear the words. As Darien reached to place a hand on Solomon's shoulder the younger of the two snapped his right ha d out, The Force flowing through the movement to give it speed and strength. He sent the hand going for Darien's side, just below the other man's ribcage. There were no friends here. The rushing in his ears whispered danger, the darkness that crept through his mind warned of death to come. And before him stood the darker shadow of himself. There were no friends here. He coughed again as Darien caught Sol's arm by the wrist with his own arm and forced the blow wide. The deflection was followed by Sol sending his left hand toward Darien's neck, just at the base to the right hand side looking to cut off Dar's air supply momentarily with a quick chop. There were no friends here. It rolled through him, followed by another harsh cough.

Arabi Cordele
"Yes I see it Eve." Arabi said as she concentrated on Trinity. Her tone of voice was one of compassion and knowing. She was glad Eve was here since it seemed Solomon was going berserk. She knew there was a struggle going on around her, but she couldn't spare time for it. She trusted those present to figure it out for now. She did spare a glance to see what was going on and a ripple of shock laid through her as she realized the extent of the struggle. Shaking her head violently to let go of those thoughts, she concentrated again on Trinity. After a few moments of Eve's presence, she was relieved to see Trinity relaxing a bit and her flow of tears ebbed. "Trinity? You are safe." She repeated in her calm voice with the calm and kind presence. "Eve is here. Solomon is here. I am here. Darien and Ava are here. Solomon needs you to open your eyes Dearest. Come on. Open them up and let me see your pretty face." Arabi cajoled and urged the woman.

Ava/Eve Azalee/Kirnn Vost
Kirnn Vost was the only available Council Master available within the Temple. The remaining Masters were either off world or unable to attend at the moment. A Vanguard would be there to escort Marcus Thorne from the hanger bay and into the Council Room. He would feel the supple energy from the Force as this was known to be the epicenter of its presence throughout the Temple. There, sitting calmly at her seat, was Jedi Master Kirrn Vost. The elder woman looked as regal as a Jedi Master could be; dressed in gold and beige Jedi Robes. Her grey eyes watched the door carefully as she waited for the White Knight to enter.

Ava said nothing as the two brothers fought out their frustrations. She, above anyone else there, was in no condition to try and jump between the two fighting Tekals. Her only purpose at this moment, like Elija’s who stood next to her, was to make sure Solomon didn’t get to Trinity before he’d calmed down. The cough had her attention though. It was a deep, wet cough that sounded like it came from deep within Solomon’s lungs. A worried glance would be spared to Darien if he had the moment to catch it as she resumed guard over the three behind her.

Eve would remain silent as Arabi spoke to Trinity. Between the fighting in the background and her best friend’s internal struggle, too many voices at one time could be overwhelming. Instead, using what she’d learned in her classes, Eve reached out through the Force. Her presence would gently nudge against Trinity’s. It would feel the same as if she were wrapping her arms around the lithe assassin in a warm embrace. Carefully her hand outstretched before Trinity’s as her presence gave off the comforting warmth that she was there and that Trinity was safe.

Hukh
As the blows were formed and the thoughts coalesced to begin the training saber leapt from the ground into Hukh's open hand. At the same time Hukh's presence went from the small thing it seemed to be when he choose to its full power within the force. He was not a Jedi Master, his path would not allow that moniker to hang on his neck. What he could feel was the building of the darkness. The imbalance of the man before him, that he could feel, that he could sense. "Teetering too far Ssssolomon get of Tekal, to far, you want an enemy to face, face one of your betters." Hukh did not know if he was Solomon's better but he was a master of Dun Moch, and would begin unbalancing his foe.

Trinity/Marcus Thorne/Entity
Between the healer and the doctor, Trinity pulls herself out of the depths of her despair. That touch through the Force from Eve was a known and welcome one.. Eve had visited Trinity once before during her comatose state on Hapes, and the sensation comes back to her, helping her remember her recovery. She was in the Temple. She was around friends. Eyes blink open and focus upon the younger Azalee kneeling by her, her hand reaching out to grab the doctor's. Only then does Arabi's words reach her ears, comforting words that make her feel safe on all sides.

The starfighter lands in the hangar bay, the cockpit opening for the White Knight to step out. Striking Mytran white armor covers his form, cape billowing behind him as he steps down the ship's ladder. He was still in his full battle armor from his fight on Tython. As soon as his pristine boots hit the deck, a powerful disturbance in the Force can be felt. A looming, unspecified threat flows throughout the Temple. The vanguard approaching Thorne pauses as he feels something wrong, a hand going to the side of his head as a voice begins screaming in his mind. Marcus steps closer to the man, reaching out to place his hand on the man's forehead.

A powerful surge of the dark side erupts out of Thorne and into the vanguard, the other man's lifeforce draining away nearly instantly, the now lifeless form slumping to the ground at the White Knight's feet. Eyes glow black as a dark grin crosses his face. The Entity had arrived on Ossus.

Solomon/Darien Tekal
Darien had batted the chop to his neck away and backed up a step, then another as Sol advanced. Huhk's words went just as unheard as Darien's by the pressing Tekal. Darien had heard them, though, and gave a small motion to the Nohgri to join. Eventually Darien was going to have to stop backpedaling and go on the offensive. Eventually, Darien was going to have to hit back. There was no safe place here! Solomon's attacks stopped as that darkness filled his head. There was nothing but a pained expression that dropped the blonde Tekal to his knees as a series of coughs tore at his lungs. It wasn't possible! It couldn't be possible. Ossus filled Solomon's mind's eye. But it wasn't the peaceful Ossus. It wasn't a vibrant temple full of The Force and life. It was Ossus burning, a desolate land of death and Forceless life.

Hukh
Instead of attacking Hukh stepped forward and squatted beside the kneeling Tekal Son, "Release the Darkness Ossus will need you soon" Hukh said as his head turned towards the presence he felt in the hangar bay, "It will need us all soon, something has come to Ossus, and I do not believe it is welcome here."

Arabi Cordele
Arabi took Trinity's hand and smiled down at her. She was so glad to see Trinity open her eyes. "There you are." She spoke softly with obvious relief and happiness. Soon Sol would come around and see that she was alright...The healer looked up sharply as she felt it. The presence... the ENTITY! Her eyes grew wide as her smile dropped from her face. "No!" She turned to look at Solomon, then to Darien. "The Entity is on Ossus!! It’s here!"

Ava/Eve Azalee/Kirnn Vost
It was impossible not to notice the disturbance in the Force. For Master Vost; the darkness that was spreading through the Temple struck her very core. This danger she sensed was not like the Darkside. It was something much different. With her mind’s eye so in tuned to the Force, she felt the Vanguard drop. Felt his death and return to the Force like an icy grip upon her heart. She stared at Marcus Thorne and saw only darkness within him and came to the chilling realization that Marcus had not destroyed the Entity. No… the White Knight failed in his quest. The Entity had overpowered him and Marcus brought it straight to their door.

Rising from her seat, the Jedi Master sped out of the Council room and into the hallway. A message through the Force was sent out to a select few Jedi Knights within the Temple for them to gather up the younglings, the Padawans, the Injured and sick, anyone who could not defend themselves. They were to take them through the secret passages within the building and get them out. Danger was within the Temple.

Eve smiled kindly at Trinity as she returned to them. “Hey buddy.” She whispered comfortingly. Seeing that her best friend was starting to return, Eve didn’t hesitate to take her hand. Gentle strokes of her thumb along the top of her hand would aid in the soothing effect that radiated off her through the Force. The goal was for Trinity to have the touch and sound of her voice help anchor her to the present instead of the past.

All of that changed as a darkness began to spread through the Force. It was cold and barren. It left the doctor feeling empty. Her blue eyes glanced up to her older sister’s back for guidance, even though Ava wasn’t turned to face her. Arabi’s shouts though, pulled her focus away from the Jedi Knight. “The Entity?” No. It couldn’t. How could it have gotten here? Immediately her mind was split into two directions. Half of her went to Niko. A desperate fear froze her blood. Where was he? Was he okay!? The other half went to those in the medical unit. Those who were harmless and unable to protect themselves. “Arabi.” She said to the Head Healer of the Temple. “The wounded… we have to help them.”

As Solomon collapsed, Ava knelt to his side. She would not touch him, knowing that it would do more harm than good. Like the others, as the chilling knowledge of the Entity’s arrival began to spread, she too began to think of their loved ones who were not here in the Training yards. A little girl with blue hair came specifically into mind. It was then Kirnn’s message came to her. “Master Vost is announcing to get anyone who cannot protect themselves out of the Temple.” She said to the group. “Marcus Thorne is here and he’s brought the Entity with him.”

Marcus Thorne/Entity/Nikolaus/Trinity/Roland
The Entity stretches out its awareness over the Temple, seeking out those it could affect easiest of all.. those tainted by the Dark Side itself. Darien, Trinity, and Niko each feel an overpowering presence, a voice screaming in their heads, ravaging their sanity. The pull would be too much to resist, the Dark Side calling out to the Beast, allowing it to gain a foothold in their mind.

Nikolaus had been on his ship when he felt the disturbance, rushing down the ramp to try and find where the threat was coming from. His eyes lock onto the form of Thorne, staring in shock just before the Entity strikes out at his Dark Side training. Crumbling to his knees, he clutches his head, all thoughts and awareness lost to him.

Marcus turns his head to spot Niko falling down the ramp, that grin growing at the downed Buffton. A gauntleted hand raises in his direction before a strike of Force Lightning erupts from his hand, ripping into the clone's form and throwing him off the side and down to the deck below.

Trinity had felt the security from both Eve and Arabi, both hands clasped with theirs. She was trying to raise up off of the ground with the attack struck, hands ripping free from her friends and clutching her head, a silent scream passing over her lips.

Roland Baxtur felt the danger as everyone else had, and then the call from Master Vost. Instantly he puts his datapad down, rushing out of the library and to the nearest classroom. The Padawans had to be seen to. They were too vulnerable against such a threat.

Hukh
Hukh did not know what this entity was, nor did he care, he could feel its evil, and he had been in the presence of this level of evil before. He knew it was not her, she was not here, his wife, that would have been subtler, instead this was more on the scale of what he felt before the fall or the Imperium. The training saber rattled hard to the ground as it dropped forgotten from his hand. Never once did Hukh consider going invisible and just getting in his ship to leave, he now knew why he had been languishing here doing nothing, it was so he could be here for this moment, this instance. Talonned toes making light skittering noises on the training ground pavers as he turned towards the presence he felt. Hukh shoulders rolled to loosen them and the true lightsaber with its slightly bent handle at both ends, leapt into his right hand instead. His Nostrils flared and the gauntlet flowed up his arm into a dastana to give him protection on that side. Other than that he wore light armor under his robes that did not impede his movement. Hukh had no loved ones to think of, no one whose safety he needed to rush to protect, he had his mandate, it was a self-imposed mandate, but it was his none the less. His stride was even quick but unhurried as he moved to at least hold this Entity at bay long enough. As he walked he shrugged out of the robe, leaving only the partial armor he wore and trousers that were laced into his sandals.

Solomon/Darien Tekal
Darien would be of no help to Ava. He would be of no help to Solomon or Radia. Darien would not be a tide turner this go 'round. Those dark tallons reached deep into him, ripping at the barriers he had been working on, rendering his control. The swiftness of it had him holding his head and breathing deeply. Reaching to The Force wasn't going to help. All he felt there was the cold and sickly dangerous embrace of the Dark Side. Solomon was aware of it all, and was working on pulling himself back in. He had been wide open to The Force when it happened, he had been wide open to it all. He couldn't function like that. If he could close himself off and get to his feet... Huhk was right. Ossus needed him. As the Noghri stalked off Solomon doubled his focus. Marcus Thorne. That stupid son of a bitch! It was coming from Marcus Thorne!

Arabi Cordele
Already Arabi was shouting orders through the Force to her medical staff as Eve pointed out they needed to get the wounded. It seemed like an eternity before her orders were completed to her staff. She spared a glance for her friends; Solomon, Ava, Darien, Elija, now Trinity and Ava. Where was Wes? Gods she worried about them all. Her duty was to the wounded and the children but she felt for a brief millisecond that she was torn. Part of her wanted to fight but no. She had a duty and she would stand by it. She looked up at Eve and nodded. "Yes. The healers in the medical wing are already working to move the wounded. We also need to gather the children. Will you help me?" She looked down at Trinity. "Can you sit up? Or should we assist you?"

Ava/Eve Azalee/Kirnn Vost
There was too much going on. Her focus being pulled within too many directions. Darien and Trinity were on the grounds struggling as the Entity took over them. Both of their faces filled with an untold amount of pain. “Master Arabi, she cannot sit up” Eve replied while gesturing to the assassin writhing on the ground in silent pain. “She can barely move.” Leaving the Jedi Master Healer to tend to Trinity, Eve stretched out to try and reach Niko.

Through their bond, Eve could see Niko’s location. She could feel his struggle with the darkside as if it were happening to her. She could feel the Entity take over Niko. She could feel him losing the battle. Eve tried to reach out to him. It was a risk and the results could go either way; she could save Niko from the infection of the Entity or it could spread to her. The result would never be known. As her presence tried to connect to his through the Force, Marcus Throne made his attack on the Buffton. Eve cried out in sharp pain as Niko’s bond was broken from her. “He has Niko.” She said through gritted teeth. “The Entity… it’s spreading through those connected to the Darkside.” Her blue eyes looked to Solomon. “Go. I’ll stay here with Trinity and do what I can. Go stop Marcus.”

There was no helping Darien. No saving him from this. All she could do was try and keep him contained. To keep this infectious disease from spreading further. For the second time in their relationship, Ava found herself apologizing. “I’m really sorry.” She mumbled as her hand went to grab her saber. With the hilt of it, she’d try to knock Darien unconscious once again.

Meanwhile Master Vost had sent out messages to vanguards and available Jedi Knights to try and stop Marcus Throne. They were to proceed with caution and warned that the Entity within spreads through the Force.

Solomon/Darien Tekal
The amount of time that it took for Solomon to exact control was just moments. Inwardly it felt like it had taken decades. The Force was pulled back under thumb, and thought returned. With thought came his functions. The voice that stirred him to action was Eve's. It had Niko. Solomon's head came up to find his brother's head bent forward, pain written across his entire being. Ava was by Darien's side, reaching for her saber and Sol was pushing himself to his feet. Do it quickly. The though hit Sol as Darien breathed out words that echoed the sentiment. "Do it, Ava." He wasn't going to defend himself. Against the horrible urging that rose from within Darien would not lift a hand to harm Ava, never would it happen. Sol didn't wait to see his brother go down. He was turning, a limp catching his knee. The Entity had Prince Niko. It was time to go back to work.

Hukh
Hukh was neither Knight nor Vanguard, he did not hear the messages but it was of little consequence in the long run. With each step his presence receded till it was the size of a Tsingaleze grub worm. Not even recognizable as force sensitive. It was a play and a trick that had often worked to his advantage. Hukh made his way rapidly but cautiously, there was no point in stumbling into a trap. Not that he believed this presence was devious enough to pull anything more elaborate than its arrival. It was growing too fast to uncontrolled. That is why Hukh chose to hide his presence. So it would forget he was there allow him close enough to engage it in combat.

Trinity/Marcus Thorne/Entity
A handful of vanguards come rushing into the docking bay only to have powerful dark side tendrils of energy launch out at them from Thorne's body, each being grabbed by one and each having their lives drained away. As the Entity stretches its awareness over the Temple once more, it can feel the Force is so many; it's hunger cannot be sated. A whisper would be sent to each person within. A promise of safety, of protection. Give in to the Dark Side. Feel the fear that imamates and feed off of it.

Marcus' hands rise out before him as the Entity whispers the numbers within to him. Before his eyes a black humanoid form materializes for every man, woman, and child within. A small army of darkness. Each armed with lightsaber blades extending from their hands, they begin a slow march out of the docking bay doors, ready to spread themselves throughout the Temple and strike down any who oppose their master's will.

Trinity is gone, her body trembling and shaking from the agony ripping at her mind. It feeds off of her trauma and traps her in a nightmare to be relived over and over again.

Arabi Cordele
Realizing that Eve was going to stay with Trin, Arabi stood and ran. She hated doing it and felt like she was leaving her friends to die, but she had to get the children and wounded out. With her staff helping clear out the Hospital wing, she went to get the children. Knowing the time, she knew where they would be. As soon as she opened the door, there was a few screams from their mouths that soon subsided as they realized the Master Healer was here. "I need you all to be brave. No one reach out to the Force alright? You do this like you do in class. I want everyone to go to the secret passage. Remember the drill?" Arabi asked, getting a few nods. "Alright. We have to go now!" Together, they started the journey. The children were scared. It was obvious, but they walked through the door and made their way through the hallway.

Ava/Eve Azalee
Every one of the Force Sensitives in the Temple felt the promise. It would be a lie to say that all within the Temple fought the urge to give into the Darkside. But the Entity would be poorly rewarded. Numbers less than a total of twenty would drop and meet the same fate as Niko, Trinity and Darien. Those around them would follow the same suit and either render them unconscious or disable them in some manner. These Force Sensitives were trained. They had seen battle before and was prepared for it.

There was no way to keep such massive numbers contained into one hanger bay. It was impossible and there was not enough man power at the entrance. But those Dark Soldiers would be met with a fierce fight. As the Entity’s dark forces began to spread throughout the Temple, lightsabers and blasters would ignite as a great battle would ensue within the Temple walls.

Ava felt a small part of her heart break as she watched Darien’s body fall unconscious. She’d look up in time to watch Arabi run off to fulfill her duty to the Temple as Head Healer. “Someday he’s going to get angry at me for doing that.” She sighed. Her eyes, clear and focused on her work, went to the writhing girl on the ground. “She’s lost to us.” Ava stated while rising. “The only thing we can do to help her is to make sure we don’t let her do anything she’ll regret.” With that, Ava would deliver another hard blow to one of her friends with the hilt of her lightsaber. “I have to go help defend the temple. I want you to get out of here. Take them if you can and find some place safe. Get out of the open.” She said once the pair was subdued. Ava would then take her leave following in the same direction as Solomon. They had work to do and a big bad Entity to face.
Eve would not fight as her sister would knock both her would be brother-in-law and best friend unconscious. “I’ll tie them up.” She declared while nodding to Ava’s instructions. As she watched her sister leave, Eve called out. “Ava! Be careful. Darien would never forgive himself if something happened…..” She’d be granted a swift nod from her sister who then took off in a Force sprint.

Solomon Tekal
Solomon was on his way. The Dark Side an ever present crest of power. He had turned it away before. Solomon had stood at this doorstep, looked in, and slammed the door shut. It was harder to ignore this time. With so many suffering the same sensations Solomon wasn't sure who could be trusted. He headed for the hangar bay with his lightsaber in hand. As chaos ensued, he would soon be catching up with the Noghri. "What's your plan?" He'd ask the stalking alien as he met up, managing to keep his limp minimal. "Because mine involves getting close enough to cut the head from this Kryat."

Hukh
Hukh looked at Solomon and nodded "my plan is to keep it occupied for as long as I can then perhaps you will find an opening to take its head " though it was in his hand his lightsaber was not ignited "may the force be your ally
Solomon Tekal"

Marcus Thorne/Entity/Roland Baxtur
Those souls that gave in to their darkness all collapse to the ground, rendered helpless and just waiting for the Entity to collect. Each of them feed its power, giving it more strength as it presses its assault. The hallways begin to fill with battle as the heroes are suddenly outnumbered with the fall of twenty of their own. Blasters seem to have little affect against the phantoms, the shots being absorbed within their forms. Only lightsabers can harm them, and as a few Jedi Knights get hits in, the sabers would slash through the dark bodies, having them disappear in a plume of black smoke.

Five would appear at each hallway our heroes appear in, facing off against Solomon and Hukh on one corridor, Arabi and her children in another, Ava in a third, and then Roland in a fourth. They would stand in a reverse V formation, lightsaber blades at the ready for each of the Jedi they face.

Roland steps before his group of Padawans, lightsaber held out ignited, blocking the path to protect those behind him. "None shall pass," he declares forcefully with a grim determination on his face, as the younglings continue their trek to the secret passageway, led by one of the older Padawans.

Solomon Tekal
Sol gave a nod and a smirk, "Play to his ego. If Marcus Thorne is in there and listening he will respond to it. The guy is a megalomaniac and narcissist. If you want to distract him talk about his greatness and overwhelming worth to the galaxy. Also, ask him if he wants some space scout cookies at a two for one sale. It should keep him distracted and confused long enough for me to move --" Solomon's advice would come to an end as phantoms appeared to block their way. A cold darkness rolled from these beings. Solomon didn't hesitate to ignite the blade of his mother. It seemed fitting that he was about to use a silvery-white blade of concentrated energy to render beings made of complete darkness.

Arabi Cordele
Arabi stopped as she saw the forms ahead. It had to be something the Entity had made. She turned to the children. "Keep going. I will hold them off." With a grim nod from one of the older boys, the children left. A few sniffles could be heard and there was more than one that lingered for a moment before rushing to join the rest when she gave them a reassuring smile, however fleeting. Arabi turned to the five. "You cannot have them and you cannot have me." She took a deep breath and turned on her lightsaber across her body in a guard position.

Hukh
Hukh nodded and listen to his advice he was uncertain about the cookies but everything had its place. The apparitions appeared and Hukh bared his teeth with a hiss "foul shades" his blade ignited with a snap hiss it was not of a traditional coloring instead it was dark unoxgenated blood red the color of the darkside. The blade color never mattered to Hukh its use did as he slid forward to meet the guardians in the hall.

Ava Azalee/Kirnn Vost
The Jedi and the Vanguards would work together. While some Vanguards were trained in the art of the lightsaber, those that were not would serve as distractions and covers for the Jedi Knights that attacked. There were small groups throughout the temple of these defending forces. The Beings were not powerful nor were they skilled. Once their repetitive maneuvers were learned, the Jedi Knights and Vanguards would make quick work of defeating their opponents. That wasn’t to say casualties wouldn’t occur. But it was clear the Jedi were making headway with the army of dark soldiers. The leader of the defending Jedi would be Master Kirnn Vost. She had felt Ava, Solomon and an unknown flickering presence head towards Marcus Thorne. She was trusting the Forces guidance that this was their battle to take and instead focused her attention on the massive army that moved to overpower the Temple.

If Ava was being honest, then she would admit her fear. This was the second time her home had been under attack. And now, more than ever, she could not afford to put herself into the line of danger. And yet, here she was. Sprinting off down the hallway to reach Solomon and Hukh, Ava would skid to a stop before her foes. Her light saber ignited, a bright orange hissed to life as she narrowed her eyes at the five soldiers before her. She moved forward on the offense, relying on years of saber training instead of the Force to guide her movements.

Marcus Thorne/Entity/Roland Baxtur
Even the seemingly all powerful Entity would have its limits, and fully controlling the attacking phantoms was beyond its ability. Each one would act of its own accord, but they were not intelligent, fast, or powerful in their own right. Numbers were their game, and numbers looked to overwhelm the heroes acting against them.

Each Jedi would face the same attack pattern. Two soldiers launching forward, one slicing high towards the throat of their intended victims, and one slicing low, aiming for the waist. For the Noghri, his size would put him at an advantage and his attackers would both be trying to strike his head, one from each side.

Roland ducks the first swing while blocking the second, his blade sliding down his opponent's to cleave through its arm and send it away in a puff of smoke. The first attacker begins to make its second strike, but the Jedi Knight was faster, even without the Force, and he slips by, sending the blade through the creature's waist, having it dissipate as well.

Hukh
Hukh ducked the swipes at his head slicing his angled blade through the waist on the right as he rolled through and reversed the blade strapped into the torso on the left. He never glanced back as he continued on these were meant to slow them down not stop them. Hukh strode into the hangar bay unless forced to stop again with a grin expression on his face.

Arabi Cordele
Arabi deflected the first blow and dodged the second by side stepping. The second soldier's blow would reach the first one and with one long swipe of her golden yellow blade, she hacked them in half across the waist. She had worried upon seeing them at first but now, seeing how slow moving and weak they were, she was glad. If she could dispatch them quickly, perhaps she could continue on to help the children.

Solomon Tekal
As two came for Sol he threw himself into a roll on his right shoulder, traveling under the swipes to come up on a knee. His right was pressed against the floor for support, his left supporting his weight. The white blade easily rendered those barring his way from behind. Huhk had gone ahead, leaving Sol to dispatch the remaining phantoms. The last was closing in as he rose, but a quick spin had him beheading that phantom in short order. These were nothing more than distractions. As Sol was drawing up to his full height he caught sight of a familiar head further back the way he and Huhk had just come. Ava. She was alone? Sol didn't contemplate that. He simply started for the Jedi Knight and her grouping of phantoms.

Ava Azalee
The first blow was easily dodged as she countered the second. If her attention wasn’t focused on making sure she didn’t get sliced in two, she’d notice Solomon making his way towards her. Instead Ava was mapping patterns and movements from the phantom soldiers. Their actions were slow and mechanical. Like puppets reacting with a tangled string. While Ava had years of training and speed on her side. By the time Solomon would reach her, he’d see nothing but a cloud of black dust as the Jedi Knight stepping through. “Fancy seeing you here.” She smirked at him. “Where’d the Noghri go?” She asked in regards to Hukh.

Marcus Thorne/Entity/Roland Baxtur
For Arabi and Roland, the third, fourth, and fifth would make their charges, third guy making a stabbing motion towards the Jedi's face, fourth guy cutting from floor to ceiling in an effort to split their target in half, and the fifth hesitating just a moment to try and spot a weakness in the target's defense against the first two, and trying to find an opening. Roland bats away both incoming blades and spins away from the last, his own weapon making a sweeping motion to cut through the attackers without incredible effort.

As Hukh arrives in the docking bay, Thorne's attention shifts to him immediately, hand reaching out towards the Noghri, lightning leaving his palm and shooting across the room at his target. Behind him a massive black shadow would be forming, shapeless at the moment but growing in size.

Solomon Tekal
"He headed inside already. I don't want you going in there, Ava. This thing....you can't let it get a hold of...you." Solomon didn't wait for the argument. He could feel it calling to him. He, the lost victim, was being drawn to it. He turned to follow the urging, barely hesitating to do so.

Ava Azalee
“Solomon. Look at you.” Even she could see the physical struggle the Tekal was having. Her hand stretched out to force him to turn back to her instead of the hanger bay. “It’s affecting you and you’re not even in there.” Ava counseled. “I haven’t touched the Darkside and I haven’t touched the Entity. It’s not taking a toll on me like it is you. I need you to trust me. I can do this.”

Arabi Cordele
Arabi simply stepped to the side of the second attacker and in between with Force enhanced speed. She ducked and spun her lightsaber in a horizontal arch parallel to the ground, slicing all three across the middle. When she stood among the dissipating smoke, she was pleased. No doubt the Entity would try something new, but she had a duty to fulfill. Taking a last look in the direction she knew her friends to be in with her ears down sullen, she whispered a distressed "I'm so sorry." And took off again after the children. They would all be joined by the wounded and the healers as soon as they were able to get into the secret passages.

Hukh
Hukh ignored the shadow, but the blade whipped across in front of him to intercept the lightning, twirling it, like spaghetti on a plate shunting it to form into a tight ball in his gauntleted left hand. Hukh locked himself facing Thorne taking one step forward at a time, hard steps fighting the lightning onslaught but making space for maneuvering. His voice was not its normal quiet self, it carried the hangar bay easy enough as he spoke through a grim expression, and the spasms of some of the lightening that escaped his control. "Great and Might Stands Marcus Thorne, Knight of White consumed by Black. I am but an insect in comparison to your power." Hukh presence in the force was minuscule, nowhere near the power to pass the trials. "Here I stand Hukh'Al'Rush, servant of the powerful, hand of the hidden knife. What do you seek from one as humble as I?" The ball grew tighter brighter a white light against the darkness growing behind him balanced on his palm like a ball, seeming to have weight and energy.

Solomon Tekal
Breathing out heavily Solomon allowed himself to be turned. His eyes on Ava were pained. The struggle intensified when he failed to follow through, "Keep yourself small, Ava. Be unseen. Be unfelt. Disappear before you even get in there." His words of advice given, Sol was turning and heading for the hangar doors.

Ava Azalee
Ava nodded. She wouldn’t argue with him. Using just enough of the Force to hide her presence, the Jedi Knight would follow into the hanger bay behind Solomon. Her eyes took in Hukh talking to Marcus Thorn. She could see the energy gathered up in his gauntlet while he all but pledged his service to the Corrupted White Knight. The growing shadow was also noted. She used the shadows as her guide, allowing her aura to be all but not existent.

Marcus Thorne/Entity
An all-consuming sense of fear passes over the Temple as the last of the soldiers disappear from the battlefield. A sense of dread and terror attacking the minds of every person within, seeking to derail them from their plans. Men, women, children.. The Entity did not discriminate.

As Hukh blocks the lightning and approaches, Thorne cancels the attack and observes the Noghri for a moment, listening to his words. "Open yourself to the Dark Side. Let me in, Hukh'Al'Rush. Be my vessel." Behind Marcus the shadow begins to take its form, creating a massive Krayt Dragon that stands above them all, its head barely fitting within the docking bay, with Marcus standing beneath its front legs.

Hukh
The key was in the all but pledged. Hukh was a master of distraction and disorientation. It was all part of Dun Moch, forcing your opponent to react to what you wanted without control, without thought, but to lash out and forgo his momentary advantages. He watched the shadow form into the Krayt Dragon, well Solomon wanted to cut the head off one, so it was kind of it to appear. Hukh casually approached as the lightning stopped like a supplicant approaching the throne. He closed his eyes and paused before Marcus a mere few feet from him not close enough to strike but close enough to be the center of his attention. "I would do that but I think that you would find me less reliable than finding Space Scout Cookies at a two for one sale, I do happen to have a few in my ship" Hukh said as he gestured towards the ship behind himself but well away from Sol and Eva's entrance, then with an expulsion of breath he flung the ball of energy directly at Marcus' chest and dove to one side, muscles were still spasming as he did so, that made the landing less than graceful or soft, but survivable. While he was moving hukh reached out with the force turning every holo comm he could reach and redialed its last call, hoping to fill the hangar with flickering apparitions.

Solomon Tekal
Solomon paused after entering the hangar bay. Fear had sliced through his mind. It was an old friend, an enabler that had kept him from doing what he should have done so many times before. He couldn't do this. Solomon stood looking up at the Kryat, feeling like an insect about to be squished. He couldn't go in there... not to face this thing. He couldn't go in there without faith. He couldn't go in without hope. He wasn't going in alone. While Hukh worked on distracting Marcus, Sol worked on fighting off his fears. There would be no failure. He wasn't going to fail. It wasn't going to end with him letting his friends down. He cut a path, maneuvering himself through ships, taking the odd way around to get closer to Thorne.

Ava Azalee
The fear was crippling. Even Ava, a woman so strongly confident in herself and in those around her, could not help but feel those fears. It was natural. It was within everyone and everything. There was no escaping it. There was no hiding from it. She only had one choice; to cower or to face it.

Arabi Cordele
Arabi had just caught up to the children when the fear wave hit her and them. She stumbled into the wall and only just barely kept her feet at first. Children screamed and huddled together as the fear overtook them. Wide open eyes stared at nothing real but feared just the same. Tightly closed lids fed the darkness behind them. Arabi fell at last to her feet beside the children, feeling the worst of her fears dance in her brain. She was useless, a terrible healer and friend. She couldn't help Solomon. She kept getting everything wrong. All her new friends dead like her family and friends from before. They were in the thick of the Entity's reach and she was here, unable to help them. She would never be able to save them.... but she could save the children. The thought was a shining beacon, the only thing that kept her from drowning. Her tear stained face reached up and threw with all her might, an thick Force shield. Its protective bubble meant to cut out their essences from the Entity as she had before when facing it in Marcus.

Elija Boone
Elija had been steps behind Arabi when the wave of fear hit. Gritting his teeth against the strength of it, he inhaled sharply and stumbled forward. Being someone who had lost much already, there wasn't much more he could imagine losing. It was a crippling, voiceless feeling, but he wouldn't allow himself to stop. He had heard before that people with nothing left to lose were the most dangerous, they feared nothing. If he had doubted that before, he doubted it no longer. As he came up to meet Arabi, he placed his hand around her elbow and spoke to her pointedly, "Master Cordele, we have to keep the younglings moving, can you move?"

Marcus Thorne/Entity/Roland/Niko
Roland went through the same as Arabi. Fear overtaking him and the children he was escorting, fear threatening to take them from their established path. Like Arabi, the Jedi Knight gathers the Force within himself, creating a Force shield to serve as a bubble over himself and those he guards, blocking the Entity from reaching them. The Entity's energy slams against both his and Arabi's shields, seeking to destroy their defenses.

As Ava presses past her fear and starts on the other side of Thorne away from Solomon, a new presence pops up in front of her with a red lightsaber ignited.. Nikolaus Buffton. His eyes black as the Entity controls him, setting him against the Jedi Knight. The two engage in battle, though Ava is the more trained of the two, the Buffton still puts up a fight.

Confusion is replaced with realization, with Marcus' eyes going wide as the Noghri launches its sudden attack. His arms both raise up before him, the Force coming to form a barrier but the attack is just as strong, having been fueled by his own power being used against him. It pushes him back several feet, draining at his energy reserves, taking him out of his game plan. Above him, the Krayt Dragon roars with a deafening sound, its body fully manifesting to become as flesh and blood as a real dragon would.

Ava Azalee
For Ava, each one of those fears played before her like a horror movie on repeat. She couldn’t escape them. Over and over again she was forced to watch each one of them come true as the realization dawned on her. They’d only come true if she allowed them. She, and she alone, was the master of her universe. Only she could allow these horrible things come to pass. No one was in charge of her destiny. No one could control her fate. That was up to her. With each new step, Ava gained renewed confidence. Though fear was real and always with her, it would not conquer her. She took an opposite direction from Solomon, looking to flank Marcus who stood before the giant Kryat. It was then Niko Buffton appeared before her. Ava would let him see her reluctance. Sure, they were never on good terms to begin with… but that didn’t mean she wanted to hurt the guy… at least most days, that is. But as he lunched for the attack, the Jedi Knight had no choice but to fight back. She only hoped that this battle wouldn’t end with his blood on her hands.

Hukh
Hukh rolled back to his feet with a shudder and a slight limp. He felt the fear the same as the others but he had not been trained to fear fear, he had been trained to channel fear, the only thing he had ever feared had been killed many year ago, after returning from the darkside, the terrifying man that oppressed his people had died. He let it wash over him like a wave refreshing and cool. Hukh grinned as he rolled to a stop, some fleeing mechanic had left the grease job half done on this old xwing fighter craft, drawing energy from the fear around him, and the force, entwining light and dark into a solid kinetic globe around a nasty odiferous glod of rancid skid grease from the fighter craft. Sometimes you just had to fight dirty. Hukh Emerged from the shadows looking at the offstep Marcus in his pristine armor, and he hurled the less powerful ball this time at him. Then hukh glanced at the Lizard, that was gonna be a bitch to get off of the floor when it died.

Arabi Cordele
Arabi breathed heavily in and out as she lay on the ground, feeling the sudden relief the shield provided. It was then that she noticed Elija. There was no time to collect herself. She could already feel the energy slamming into her shields again and again. The Entity understood what she was doing. The Master Healer rolled over onto her knees and looked at the children, all of whom looked incredibly scared and slightly confused until they saw the iridescence of her shield above them. Taking a gulping breath she nodded to Elija. "Yes." she gasped out. "Children. We need to continue on. I know you are scared, but we have to continue on." She could only imagine what her patients were feeling if the healers who also could shield had not been able to in time. With an effort, she stood, preparing to make the shield mobile. "Alright, let’s go." Her damp cheeks were left alone, no time or energy available to clean them off.

Solomon Tekal
The fear was ever present. Solomon had felt fear all of his life. It wasn't that it was not affecting him. It wasn't that Solomon was ignoring it. It was that Solomon had been given the experience to think past his fears, to think past himself, in order to see the goal. His goal today had turned from a black shadowy dragon into a real one complete with scales and a death glare strong enough to kill a Rancor. Ships littered the hangar of various shapes and sizes. His own had not yet been moved to the personnel hangar. His own. The Drifter's Surprise was suddenly to his right. The Corellian ship hunkered down and waiting. He took one look at the ship, and despite all good and common sense he took a running start and opened himself ip to The Force at the last moment, using that energy to propel himself to the upper hull of his ship. He'd have no cover up there. But he would have a great shot. He turned himself, seeking to land on his left leg primarily, ignoring the frustrating twinge that resulted when his right leg touched down. He couldn't let it stop him.

Marcus Thorne/Entity/Roland Baxtur
The White Knight was prepared for the attack this time as he rolls forward on his shoulder, avoiding the ball of energy sent his way. A solid white curved lightsaber hilt draws into his hand, its silvery blade igniting out before him. He stares in the direction the strike came from, staring down the Noghri and preparing for battle with him.

Roland Baxtur closes his eyes and enters a meditation as the shield holds, the Entity's power striking against him repeatedly. The Jedi Knight is the epitome of calmness as he breaths in and out slowly, the fear no longer able to affect him. Through the attack hitting against his shields, Roland latches onto the energy the Beast is giving off, following it back to its master through his mind's eye. He sees the dragon, he sees his friends facing off with it. With a steeled determination, the Jedi pours all his energy into shoving the attack back, sending the Dark Side creature's own power back at it.

Within the hangar, the Entity suddenly staggers backward from an invisible blow, with another roar leaving its massive jaws. Swiping its tail around, the beast seeks to send the ships of the hangar bay crashing around behind it, looking to cause chaos for the being it knows so well;
Solomon Tekal. For Marcus, his head lowers, eyes squinting as the first cracks of the Entity's power over him emerge.

Hukh
The globe changed direction as Hukh expected the dodge it was coming at the back of Marcus the man in the immaculate gleaming white armor. Keeping Marcus' attention well that is what Sol wanted and seemed to be what Hukh had accomplished. "Finally separating yourself from the Entity to fight me directly, fairly White Knight? Great Powerful Knight, Please Step over here and bring your blade to bear, strike me down if you can. But do so under your own pow...." Hukh cut off midsentence dodging the now overturned Xwing that was coming at him. The Ball of energy skittering on the floor but not coming apart before Hukh regained control, his own blood red blade pointing at Marcus.

Arabi Cordele
As Roland's counterattack hits the Entity, Arabi feels his energy flag and the frustration through the Force. It was a great idea but it took her a few moments to figure out how he did it, or something similar. Keeping up with the kids was easy enough so she caught up to them, stopped and shoved back the energy from whence it came with a bit of her own energy for good measure. And then without waiting, she continued on with the children. Even if she couldn’t fight like her friends, be right there with them, she could at least help weaken the monster that had come to their home.

Solomon Tekal
The ship beneath him shook and shuddered. It listed to the left, throwing Solomon pitching that way to accomidate for the sudden damage done to his ship. Two landing struts had been taken out from the tip of the dragon's tail, the side of the ship now sported a large indenation from where the tail had impacted. There was no way the ramp was going to lower now. Another ship damaged at the temple....

Marcus Thorne/Entity/Roland Baxtur
The ball of energy was coming back at Marcus, seeking to slam into him and he only just dives out of the way again before the ball slams into the ground with Hukh dodging the Xwing. The small warrior's words are heard, but lost on the White Knight, who continues to shake his head. An internal battle is occurring within the mind of the former Jedi. The Entity's distractions have given Thorne an edge in his search for freedom, the Force welling up within him on his own accord, separate from the Beast's own power.

Another push from Roland, and then Arabi adding to the attack pushes the Entity further, another roar leaving it as the two Jedi turn its own power against it. With that roar, Marcus's eyes clear and he shouts to Hukh and Solomon. "We have to kill it while we can! I saw its mind; it knows the Jedi can stand against it now and it's ready to burn the planet." And indeed, the Dragon's jaw begins to glow, a fire building within.

Hukh
Hukh watched warily preparing to defend the inevitable attack. He was not planning on dying today, he still had to kill his wife, he knew she was out there even as he fought, he wondered for a second if she was part of this, and was watching waiting in the wings to tip the balance. It appeared that Marcus had been severed from his connection to the Entity and was returning to the Side of the Jedi, or at least he was addled enough that he was ignoring Hukh, the Noghri Hurled the ball of putrid oil encased in energy into the mouth of the beast. Then shouted at it.

"All around the Hangar bay, the Dragon chased the Noghri" Hukh said as he used a burst of speed to clear distance and try and keep the dragon's attention till the ball of nastiness impacted into its mouth as another distraction. Hukh's own ship was a crumpled mess, wings canted as a ramp that might be used by Sol for a Run at an attack on the head of the beast from behind.

Solomon Tekal
The roar of the beast would not be something soon forgotten. The volume of it, the pitch and squeal as it shook the walls of the hangar and vibrated hulls of ships, would echo in his mind for days when this was over. He was close to it. Marcus and Hukh had momentarily caught Sol's attention as he pulled himself back up, regaining his balance. A quick survey of the area had him sliding against the titled hull of his ship, and ignoring the jolt that ran up his right leg as he stood. That kriffing knee.... Hukh had it distracted and Solomon broke into a run. He had to dodge past ships, but with The Force to his back and in his legs he would be propelling himself up the wings of that disheveled X-Wing in moments, jumping at the last minute to dig his own silver-white blade into the beast's belly.

Arabi Cordele
Arabi continued on with the children, though this time, she kept gathering the energy to her shield and waiting. It was risky she knew, to allow the energy to build up over her shield, but she wanted to hit it hard. They could hear the roar of the beast even though they are starting into the secret passages now. It was more muted, but it was terrifying enough to cause some children to cry. With a wind up of her arm, she threw her energy into and through the shield, tugging the energy of the Entity back from where it came. Altogether it might be enough to distract the Entity from the burning power it was collecting, maybe even cause it some serious pain.

Marcus Thorne/Entity/Roland Baxtur
The ball of energy from Hukh slams into the mouth of the Beast, knocking its head to the side and having its eyes turn on him. Another hit from both Roland and Arabi knock it back a step, but its fury was aimed at the Noghri, and it would have its revenge. The mouth opens and a massive burst of fire crashes towards the small warrior, a span of flame eight feet wide and three feet deep aiming for his location. As the fire erupts, the Tekal's blade slams into its belly, carving through a thick scale to dig into the flesh below. A painful strike, but nowhere deep enough to hit an organ. Its body flails to the side, its front arm trying to swipe away Solomon's body.

Hukh
Okay fear that was a thing again, someone deep inside Hukh heard his primal brain scream, 'FIRE BAD'. As Solomon impacted into the belly Hukh turned and sped back to his aid. His hands lashing out first left then right as he raced objects were rising off the ground before him, Hukh using them as steps as he rose into the air nearly to the Hangar ceiling; carrying him above the flames. With little grace, and almost no style Hukh then lept at the beast both hands on the hilt of his blade that gleamed angrily red in his hands. With both knees tucked below him Hukh roared defiantly back at the Entity, aiming to impact at the spot where its head and neck met.

Arabi Cordele
Seeing no side effects to the way she was gathering and throwing the Entity's energy back at it, she continued to do it as she walked with the others through the secret passage, depending on Elija at her side to get her where she needed to go. Her concentration was all on the shield and her attacks.

Solomon Tekal
Solomon used the leverage of his blade digging into scale and flesh for a balancing point. He brought his legs up beneath him, his boot heels pulled up and planted against the dragon's scales, knees bent. When the limb came up to brush him away Solomon pushed away, ignoring the strain that ran up his leg, cutting his lightsaber blade and twisting himself. Once he was facing the limb he engaged the blade, the emitter pressed against the armory scales. He was causing pin pricks and pissing it off. But a thousand smaller wounds could kill just as well as a singular one meant for the heart.

Marcus Thorne/Entity/Roland Baxtur
Marcus himself rushes away from the flames, looking to circle around to the beast's other side while Solomon and Hukh make their attacks, waiting for an opening for him to get his own strike in. As Hukh makes his move, the beast tries to follow it with its fiery strike, durasteel throughout the hangar bay melting under its powerful blast, one wall on the far side beginning to crumble under the intense heat, the ceiling threatening to cave in on that end.

Solomon's stab causes another stint of pain, the creature looking to flail its body and shake the Jedi free from its body, while Hukh makes its jump at the Entity's neck, its body moving to knock Sol free and taking the Noghri off of his targeted mark, hitting below the neck and to the side, stabbing through a scale just above the chest sending another sharp pain through.

That's when Marcus makes his leap. Force enhanced jump lands the White Knight on the back of the creature, his blade drilling straight downward, trying to find the beast's spinal column.
The continued attacks of Arabi and Roland add a level of distraction and frustration, slowing the Entity's reactions and keeping it from concentrating fully on eating our heroes.

Hukh
Hukh missed his mark blade skittering along the scales as he had to use the force to adjust course to keep from being a marshmallow on the stick as he flew through the air. The blade carved a rent in the scales but not carving deep enough to damage, to slow his out of control descent Hukh levers his gauntleted hand under a scale and jerks to a sudden stop a half dozen meters beyond his chosen landing zone. Missing made Hukh frustrated, he began to use the scales to climb back up the beast. "Just die already you over grown carryon bag"

Solomon Tekal
The beast was large and fast. Solomon had nothing to hold onto as the dragon flailed. He was thrown, his saber hilt going with him as the blade disengaged. He hit the hangar floor hard, landing on his left shoulder while his lightsaber was sent clattering to a stop under a damaged ship. He was out for a moment or two, his senses needing the downtime from the sudden and rough landing. It took just about that long for feeling to return to his left hand. The Tekal, when he rose, was disoriented from his fall and weaponless for the moment.

Marcus Thorne/Entity/Niko Buffton
With the Entity now further distracted, it loses its control over the rest of its pets in the Temple, including Niko who was still dueling Ava.. who realizes this in time to stop an attack that would have struck down the now halting Buffton. Realizing what's happened, the pair turn their attention to the flailing beast and start to rush into the thick of things once more.. until Solomon's body goes flying by. Ava turns her attention to him immediately, prepared to guard his form as she works on regaining his senses, while Niko rushes the entity.

The far wall of the hangar bay gives way under the continued press of heat, causing the ceiling to collapse in on that side, slanting downward and breaking apart, large chunks of debris crashing around hero and starship alike. Thorne presses his attack, one hand holding onto a scale for dear life, while the other continues stabbing downward, seeking to do as much harm as possible.

For Hukh, he had the beast's attention once more, the fire stopping momentarily as its jaw bends down, trying to capture the Noghri within its mouth

Hukh
As its mouth drew nearer Hukh opted to do something insane, idiotic and deranged. He did not avoid the oncoming mouth instead he leapt into attempting to stab upwards through the roof of its mouth into the brain beyond. He gathered himself, like a grey coiled spring. It would take all of his concentration, and control, to leap with enough force to cover the distance, and enough finesse to avoid all the razor sharp stalactites and stalagmites sized teeth on his way in, he might lose a foot but winning was worth that.

Solomon Tekal
He pushed himself up as debris rained down, and opened himself to The Force and the world around him. Huge chunks of the ceiling were grasped, Solomon catching them as they fell, one at a time, looking to fling them as hard as he could through The Force at the dragon. Who would have thought that Caedmon Cato's 'tossed rock' training would one day prove useful?!

Marcus Thorne/Entity
Hukh lands inside of the beasts mouth, deftly avoiding -almost- all of the teeth. There were so many, one was able to make its mark, slashing through the calf muscle of his left leg. The lightsaber presses up making its stab as the mouth hangs open, the blade not quite long enough to reach the brain... until the flying chunks of debris from Solomon begin to impact it, one hitting its jaw and causing it to slam shut instinctively. That forces Hukh's blade upward still into the base of the creature's brain, delivering a killing blow. The beast sways a moment before another rock from the Tekal knocks it to the side, sending the dragon's body slamming into the ground.

Marcus leaps free at the last moment, rolling off his shoulder to escape the collapsing form. As the beast lands and the loud crash's sound dissipates around them, a pure silence reigns in its place, save the few lightsabers still ignited. Peace holds over the Temple. No sensation of fear, no mental attacks. Thorne and Solomon both feel a weight lifted from their shoulders as the sickness is cleared. Ding dong the beast is dead.

Hukh
Hukh grunted as the mouth slammed shut, the pain lanced through his calf tears rimmed his eyes until he willed them away. It was dark it was warm and wet, and something smelled awful. Hukh grunted, "Another fine mess you've gotten yourself into." He fought to remain conscious but the burring of the dragon's saliva working on the wound in his leg and the loss of blood fought against that as he disengaged his lightsaber then re-ignited it to survey possible ways out. Grunting again hukh rolled onto his back and began using the blade to widen the hole it appeared he was going to get to see what a dragon booger felt like on the way out.

Arabi Cordele
Arabi felt the beast die. She practically wilted against the wall of the passage way. Her force shield dropped as she realized they had won. "I need two healers to come with me. The rest of you work to get everyone back in the healer’s wing." Two healers came forward with med packs and handed her one. Now it was time to see to the wounded, no matter how tired she was from her large shield that had covered so many.

Solomon Tekal
It was like deja vu. Only he wasn't on Hapes, that dragon hadn't been real, there were no Hapan military elite soldiers trying to shoot his brains out, and there was no crown to protect. There was an asshole, though! Solomon started forward, favoring his right leg in a limp as he called his saber to his right hand from where ever it lay. There were some beasts in the galaxy that could still harm after death. Sol wasn't taking chances, "Hey Thorne, you jackass," he called to the Duke of Mytra, "Help me get him out of there."

Marcus Thorne/Niko Buffton
Thorne shoots Solomon a look but doesn't argue the curse, giving a nod instead. He was closest to the head and within moments it was at the skull, working to carve a hole and find the Noghri lodged within. Niko deignites his blade, taking a moment to observe and try to understand what the hell just happened.
Roland, too, was relieved to know the beast was dead, and began organizing the return to the Temple, exercising caution along the way to ensure no surprises remained behind.

Arabi Cordele
She arrived moments later with one of the healers in tow. The other one had veered off to assist Darien and Trinity. Arabi saw Ava and ran to the woman to embrace her tightly. "Are you hurt? Oh god please tell me you are not hurt."

Solomon Tekal
By the time Sol got there he was in pain, and that pain was evident in the fact that he barely put pressure on his right leg before swiftly stepping to shift his weight back over. He was letting The Force take as much as he could, though, without dropping himself. "Glad to see you still live," he told Marcus before balancing on his left leg and started to help Thorne get Hukh free.

Marcus Thorne/Entity
Niko was at Solomon's side within moments of seeing the painful limb. "Damn it, Sol. You should have had the brace on." He only half-heartedly chides his friend. "Come on, I've got a spare on my ship.. it's only half collapsed."

Marcus nods to the Tekal. "Alive and well, surprisingly. You go ahead with the Buffton, I've got the Noghri."

Ava Azalee
Ava blinked at the sudden hug and concern over her wellbeing but did not shy away. She was tired and sore and ready for this day to be finished. The tight embrace was returned. "I am fine, Arabi." She said softly and calmly. Pulling away, her blue eyes took in the damage of the room. "Tend to the others. I'm sure Solomon is hurt and I know Niko isn't feeling too good right now." She said dryly before moving to help survey more of the damage.

Solomon Tekal
"If I had been expecting to slay a dragon today, I sure as hells would have worn it." Marcus was given a nod. He really didn't trust leaving Thorne alone, but he couldn't take the instability of his joint. It had to be treated. His blade as disengaged as he reached for Niko's shoulder, needing the support to turn properly. "I am soooo not cleaning this mess up."

Arabi Cordele
Arabi nodded and gave her a final squeeze before moving onto Solomon. "He probably shouldn't move just yet. I want to look at it first." She looked up at Solomon. She wanted to hug him too but he had been so adamant about not touching him without him knowing it was coming, she hesitated and dropped her hands. "Please. Niko if you could retrieve the brace?"

Marcus Thorne/Niko Buffton
"Master Cordele," Marcus calls to the healer with urgency as he reaches in, pulling the Noghri free from the beast's skull. "He's injured. He's bleeding terribly."

Niko glances to the call from Marcus before turning to Arabi. "I think you're needed with our hero. I've got Sol. It's not a far hop." Reaching around Solomon, he makes sure he's supporting him well enough as they begin making their way to the ship half collapsed under rubble.

Solomon Tekal
Solomon said nothing. He was focused on just being past the frustrating and annoying throb coming from his injured limb. It was coming along so well! It was only when he and Niko were close to the damaged ship that Sol would mutter "If you tell me I'm going back in a chair I will find a way to blow up the med wing."

Arabi Cordele
Reluctantly, she nodded to Niko and then ran over to assist Thorne in pulling Huhk to safety. Arabi opened her med kit and began working on the Nohgri with deft fingers and an efficient mind. The other healer went to assist in helping Niko balance Solomon's weight.

Marcus Thorne/Niko Buffton
As the healer moves to help Niko, the Buffton shakes his head. "He doesn't like to be touched. I've got him, thanks. If you want to go ahead onto the ship, make sure nothing's on fire, that'd be helpful." He tries not to roll his eyes before turning his attention to Solomon. "No chair, but you're going to need to keep that brace on, dammit."

Marcus watches her take to the Noghri's health and steps back until he hits a still standing wall and slides down to the ground, utterly exhausted.

Hukh’s wife
Meanwhile Somewhere on Coruscant......

The redheaded woman looked up from what she was doing, which was odd since her eyes were wrapped in black lacey gauze that matched what little else she was wearing. She seemed to stare off to someplace in the far distance. As if she could hear something others could not hear. She turned back to her work, with a sigh, "A pity he is still alive, at least I may still get the Joy of killing him myself."

Solomon Tekal
"Fine, I'll keep the damn thing on," his words were only half-way frustrated. At least toward keeping the brace on. He was actually looking forward to the support it would offer. "And I promise no more marathons until I get doctor's clearance."

Arabi Cordele
She spared a glance at Thorne, scowled and continued to work on Huhk. He was hurt but it wasn't life threatening. Arabi knew battle wounds. It had been a while since working on them, but she was very experienced in healing after a battle. Her Force powers were at work, working to mend as she cleaned and worked on each wound before slapping a bacta patch on to assist. Then onto the next one and so on. The Healer nodded to Niko and ran ahead to clear the way for the two men.

Marcus Thorne/Niko Buffton
The White Knight was oblivious to the world around him. Completely wiped out by the experience, both physically and mentally. Realization had long since hit him, realization of his failure on Tython. Of what transpired here in the temple. The lives lost due to his actions. It was his ultimate failure.

Niko grins over to Sol as they make their way to the ship. "How about you get my clearance too? You know I'm trying to do a case study on how well the device works. You're skewing my data."

Solomon Tekal/Ava Azalee
"How is it I always wind up the lab rat?" Solomon asked Niko, before ducking his head forward as Ava moved in to slap him upside his head. "That's for forgetting the brace." He heard her say before a sharper one followed behind, "And that's for trying to beat on your brother."

Arabi Cordele
Arabi continued to work until finally, she sat back and let out a deep breath. Huhk had some pretty deep lacerations on his tiny body and his ankle was twisted harder that Trinity's had been. But he was stable. Blood loss had not been too severe since she had gotten here quickly. As she finished, several more healers flooded in to see to the rest. Some were wounded and some had died. Arabi left a healer with Huhk and began to work alongside her people on the others.

Niko Buffton
"Hey. It's a small price to pay for walking after two days," Niko replies, before ducking as he felt the hits Solomon was taking. "Hey, easy there. My boy's already hurt enough."

Solomon Tekal
Sol's head had ducked forward, not quite dodging the attacks. "Nine hells, I just can’t get a break today!"

Arabi Cordele
Arabi looked up at Solomons shout but couldn't see him so she just went back to her work. There was a healer with him who would call her if needed. Instead, she continued holding her hands to blood and flesh working fast.

Hukh
It took a bit but Hukh opened his eyes and looked around with a groan, "So was the princess in another Castle?" he casually asked the healer watching him, "Cause she has my space scout cookies.” Then he drifted back off.