Post by Medleyn Maiplwuud on Apr 27, 2016 6:25:29 GMT -8
“Forward, apprentice” said Galath, urging Medleyn ahead with a push via the Force. She stumbled, barely keeping her balance, and turned to glower at the Sith Lord. A vast majority of the slaves she had seen were in fact Sith Assassins and Marauders in disguise. Which meant that the actual slaves, from her household and the Odan's had been killed to allow this lot to infiltrate from within. While she did not care for most of them herself, there were some who had shown her kindness because of her merciful nature. Some of them had even given her the parts that would create her lightsaber, helping her, and letting her feed on their sacrifices. The silent cries of the helpless dead cried out to her for justice. She didn't care. She was Sith. It was in her nature to hate everything.
And yet...
It would still be anger, anger that led to hate, hate that led to a nearly irresistible desire to inflict suffering upon the wrongdoers. Hate made her powerful. Hate was her power. She fed on it, and fed it in turn, intensifying the potency.
NO! She could show compassion, draw strength from the Force, but not to hate, not to end all life. Pity them, for they were consumed by their ambition and lust for power.
She shook her head, confused. It was like a foreign thought that came from within her own mind. Her eyes turned brown for just a moment. Then they returned to their burning orange and red glow.
They murdered the slaves. HER slaves!
Hate them! Hate the monsters! To kill the monsters, you must become a monster. Embrace the hatred! Her lips pulled back, baring her teeth in an animalistic snarl, and a low growl emanated from her.
“What is it, young Medleyn?” said Galath in his irritating whisper-soft silky voice, and Maddy fed on her hatred for that too, giving him a burning glare.
“I will see you dead, for what you have done, Galath.”
The Sith lord smirked, “Yes, of course. You will try. I look forward to your attempts.”
They safely crossed the boundaries that led into the Maiplwuud estate, thanks to the intel provided by Medleyn. Navigating through every defence and avoiding every security monitoring devices, they then descended into a small dig site, actually made by the twins, Fiola and Oridia, in their younger years. Medleyn discovered them, and found that she could avoid detection through this path. Now, Galath and his army used this to access the building itself without being found out. It was a cramped, narrow and dark passage, and the volume of warriors had everyone jostling one another, sometimes forcing people into single file. When they were close to the entrance into the basements, Galath held up a hand, and silently, other commanders amongst his troops passed the same signal to stop the march. Medleyn tensed, realizing the attack was to begin.
True enough, she was nearly dropped by the violent shaking of the ground as the bombers delivered their payload. She could only hope that Tofhir was not in the building when it happened. After the bombings stopped, she could hear the sound of starfighters blasting away at the remainder of the Eyrie. From the sounds of it, it seemed like Galath's fighters were sharpshooters who rarely missed their mark. In all honesty, he could have ended the Maiplwuuds and Odans just through air superiority alone. But Galath, for all his impressive talents, wanted to gloat, and feed his ego. He wanted to personally duel both Dunkan Maiplwuud and Malas Odan, in single combat. Maybe he was capable enough to take on such men, but his pride would be his undoing. Medleyn had no such need. She only needed to end the life of her enemies. No gloating, no talk. Just ensure they never rise again.
The sound of blaster fire faded away, and Galath began to move once more. Blasting open the hidden door with the Force, Galath entered the basement unchallenged. All eyes and attention was diverted to the skies, anticipating the return of the fighters. Silently, the small army of Sith spread out and began scaling the stairway. Following the path, facing virtually no living people, they practically made it to nearly the upper floors when they finally saw the gathering of Sith lords with their children and warriors. Medleyn glared at them.
Kill them all, said a voice in her head, wipe them out in one sweep, and be free of them at last.
“At long last,” said Galath, “We are all here, to determine our destinies.”
“The defiant slave,” said Malas, “I should have known.”
“Yes, old fool, like you would have seen it if my new apprentice shoved a blade through your gut in broad daylight.” Galath sneered at them as lightsabers ignited everywhere, “Do not speak to me of foresight. You have all grown so content with your heights of power, and you've become weak from too much soft living. Your time in power is at an end.”
“Bold words, young one,” said Dunkan, as the blood red blade of his lightsaber slowly extended from the hilt, “but I would not boast until you are actually standing over our corpses.”
“I agree,” Galath drew his weapon as he cast off his cloak. His attire was designed for maximum flexibility, and he wielded a dual lightsaber with an unusual black crystal, the blades that extended on either end of his weapon looked like it was absorbing the very light around it, “Kill them all, leave none standing.”
And the battle started. Sith against Sith. The Maiplwuuds and Odans were united as one, but Galath's warriors equalled in number of both houses. One Marauder was left watching Medleyn, who was still in chains, bound by her wrists, with a chain attaching to her neck. She pulled her hands to her chest and threw her head back violently, smashing against the nose of the Marauder, who reeled back in surprise. Drawing upon the Force for strength, she pulled her hands free, breaking the chains and with a feral scream, threw everyone within three meters of her into the air. Attempting to subdue her, the same Marauder assigned to watch over her drew his sabers and charged. She ducked under his first swing, and caught his other arm, kicking at his ankle with a strong sweep, and she smashed his face in with a second headbutt. As he staggered back, she thrust both hands, palms forward, and repulsed him with the Force. His body made a sickening crunch as he collided against the wall at a hundred miles per hour.
Seeming to draw inspiration from Medleyn's ferocity, the Maiplwuud warriors roared triumphantly as they pushed against their attackers with renewed fervour. Galath duelled against both Dunkan and Malas, matching them both blow-for-blow. He used a combination of fighting styles, along with the Force, to keep them at bay. He was almost toying with the men. He had been preparing himself well for this moment, and he knew not to underestimate them, but pride made him face them in a place where he could lose. And Medleyn was loose.
She used the Force to pull down a gigantic statue near the stairway, collapsing it directly on top of Maiplwuud, Odan and Galath warriors. The statue shattered and the debris tumbled down the stairway, crushing anybody that did not get out of the way. Several of Galath's Assassins charged at her, throwing lightning and holding her in place telekinetically. She still managed to twist her body around and shouted incoherently at them, fighting an invisible battle against five men trained in the arts of assassination, much like herself. “RAAAARGHH!!!”
Blood and spittle flew from her lips as she stubbornly fought through the pain. In fact, she fed on the pain as the lightning danced over her, burning her flesh. She would kill them with her hate alone if she could, and she would. The energy that they cast into their lightning, she took. It was a battle of wills as she absorbed their attacks, and began pushing back with the Force, holding them at bay, so they couldn't use their lightsabers on her. That was when she saw Tofhir, a Republic battle sword in hand, and a strange cannister in another. He was calmly walking through the embattled Sith, virtually ignored by all. And she finally understood something about him.
He was more than a doctor.
The cannister released a toxic-looking greenish gas that he aimed directly at the Assassins, who immediately began choking on the substance. Medleyn was nearly caught in it, but when the Assassins collapsed, they released her and she quickly leaped over them. As they recovered and turned, Tofhir's hand swung in a horizontal arc.
Five heads rolled towards him as their bodies fell.
The Chagrian pressed a cool metallic device into Medleyn's hand and she looked blankly at her lightsaber for a moment, then at Tofhir. He gently pulled at her arm and headed towards an alcove that faced away from the main battle. Following him silently, she moved to stand so that she would be facing the direction of the fight, in case of pursuit, and she nodded at him, letting him explain himself.
“When the Jedi tested me for my strength in the Force, I was found to be very marginal in strength,” said Tofhir, “I was a trained, but eventually I left the Order in favour of serving the Medical Corps. I always followed my instincts, and I believed I had a destiny. My destiny was you. You see, Medleyn? I was always meant to meet you. That is why I have survived for this long.”
The girl frowned at this, but Tofhir smiled, and pressed the hilt of his blade to his heart, “You're meant to be more than a Sith, Medleyn, and more than a Jedi too. You're something else, maybe something new. But you must leave this place. Now.”
“Not without you,” said Medleyn, for she sensed that Tofhir intended to stay.
“You must, Medleyn,” Tofhir's smile became sad, as he clapped one large palm over her shoulder, “There is too much resistance between you and the Jedi's starship. Yes, the one you killed. Lord Orin kept the ship as a memento of some sort, but he also kept it in working order, and it's in the Hangar of the Eyrie. It's still intact. I will draw the warriors away.”
“NO!” Medleyn shook off the Chagrian's hand, “It is foolish to give your life so needlessly. Come with me. We will leave together, or not at all. And I must kill my father, Lord Malas and Galath first.”
Tofhir shook his head, “Even if I joined forces with you, we would not be able to face three Sith Lords at the height of their power. Please, listen to me, Medleyn. I have always done as you asked. This once, I ask you, heed this. Do not be consumed by your hatred. Don't waste your life here, on this. It is pointless, and futile. You have a destiny, child, just as I did. I have fulfilled mine. Now fulfil yours.”
She was angry, and wanted to strike the Chagrian, but something within her, conflicting with her immediate desire for revenge, made her pause, and Tofhir took advantage of that to push her out of the alcove, “What is my mission? What is my destination?” She demanded. She fell back on her training as an assassin. She knew what was about to transpire, and she didn't want to think about it. “Give me a mission parameter to fulfil.”
“Medleyn...” Tofhir gazed sadly at her, then smiled, “Escape Dromund Kaas, find the Rebel Alliance, help them free others like yourself from oppression. And most immportantly, free yourself from the bindings of your past and the Sith. Become a free person. That is your mission. Now go!”
She felt a change within the Chagrian and she knew what was happening. He was like a beacon, a lighthouse in the Force that drew the attention of the Dark Side upon himself. Holding his sword with one hand, his other hand clasped behind his back, he stepped out of his hiding place and approached the Sith, who were momentarily stunned by the presence of a Jedi in their midst. As the redhead took the steps two at a time, heading ever upwards, she spared one final glance at the only person on this world that she was emotionally attached to, just as he was beset by a dozen Sith from all sides. He knelt on one leg, hamstringed a Marauder, and impaled an Assassin behind him, and blocked the downward swing of a Juggernaut. Unable to resist lending a hand, she reached out and caused a chandelier to fall on the Juggernaut, killing him. Tofhir stood up, looked towards the girl and she heard his voice in her head, << Run, Medleyn. Be free. >>
Reluctantly, she left. But as she rounded the next floor, she ran into Jonus Odan.
“Betrothed,” said Jonus, “What are you doing here? The battle is below.”
Freedom had to wait. “Rrrr!”
Her fiery crimson blade burst out of her hilt, and Jonus readied himself for an attack. He looked amused, “Truly? Considering how I always best you, do you really believe today will be any different?”
“Jonus...”
“What?”
Medleyn gave a grim smile, “Those times, I let you win, so that on the day of our wedding, I can kill you easily now that I have your measure of strengths...”
She swept her blade in a forward arc, forcing Jonus to leap back or be cut in half, “...and more importantly, your weaknesses. HAAAAAHH!”
Lightning blasted out of her hands. She no longer held back, and gave struck out with everything that she had. Jonus quickly blocked the electrical blast with his own sabre, then tried to push her back, but she was no longer there. “Eugh!” He fell to his knees as Medleyn's blade bit into the back of his shins. He barely blocked a decapitating blow as she struck. Pulling back she threw him into the wall, and crushed him there.
“Apprentice!” Galath leapt right over the balcony, but Medleyn didn't waste any time and struck with a violent push of the Force. Though he resisted, it gave the redhead enough time to close the distance between them, and she blocked his first upward slice, sliding on the ground with her momentum, and cut his right leg off at the knee. “AAAARGH!”
The Sith lord toppled over without his leg and lashed out blindly with the Force, knocking over several stone display stands. Kicking his face in with her foot, Medleyn knocked him out for a moment, then grabbed all the shattered debris and hurled them at a charging Jonus. Grabbing Galath's lightsaber and activating one blade, she began to engage the large man with a Jar'Kai technique. Though she preferred using only one blade, she was adept with dual wielding, and began to overwhelm Jonus' defence. Desperately, he allowed himself to be cut by her blade so that he could lock her left arm, which held Galath's weapon, and wrest the weapon out of her grip.
“NYAAH!” Medleyn headbutted him and kicked him hard in the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him. She struck him with lightning once again, and the man fell over, writhing in pain. As he lay there, beaten, the redhead kicked his lightsabre away, and gripped hers with both hands, blade pointing downwards. “Jonus...”
She drove her blade through his manhood, “We shall not marry.”
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!”
Satisfied that she had taken her vengeance on Jonus and on Galath, the girl made her way to the Hangar. There was the ARC-170 starfighter, in pristine condition, serviced and ready to fly. She took a moment to remember the Jedi she killed, and rested her palm on the cool surface of the vessel. When she was suddenly smashed into it. Falling back she turned to see Dunkan and Malas, approaching her. Staggering to her feet, she prepared to face them.
“Where do you think you are going, daughter?” said Dunkan, “Did you believe your Chagrian friend could stop us for that long? Oh, he surprised us, yes, being a poorly-trained Jedi, but he is nothing to a Sith.”
He raised his hand to lash her with lightning but a large form barrelled into him and Malas, tackling them both to the ground.
“GO!” Tofhir shouted, as he wrestled with the two Sith, even as they tormented him with bolts of lightning, “GO MEDLEYN! NOW!”
Weakly, she climbed into the cockpit of the fighter. She skipped all the pre-flight checks and fired the engines to life. As she rose from the Hangar deck, the craft shuddered, and then froze. Outside, the two Sith Lords had their hands thrust forward, fingers in a gripping gesture as they held the fighter in place. Tofhir rose from the ground and cut off Malas' hand, while Dunkan turned and impaled the Chagrian.
“NO!!!” Medleyn screamed, as she felt hot tears running down her cheeks, and she turned the vessel away, blasting out at full speed.
Several of Galath's fighters pursued her. The fighter was built for five crew members, and had rear-facing weapons. Concentrating, she began to manipulate the controls of the rear-mounted weapons, firing at any and all pursuit with uncanny accuracy. She took down two fighters before she cleared atmosphere and immediately jumped to lightspeed, departing Dromund Kaas for the last time.
<< I am free, Tofhir...I am free. >>
And yet...
It would still be anger, anger that led to hate, hate that led to a nearly irresistible desire to inflict suffering upon the wrongdoers. Hate made her powerful. Hate was her power. She fed on it, and fed it in turn, intensifying the potency.
NO! She could show compassion, draw strength from the Force, but not to hate, not to end all life. Pity them, for they were consumed by their ambition and lust for power.
She shook her head, confused. It was like a foreign thought that came from within her own mind. Her eyes turned brown for just a moment. Then they returned to their burning orange and red glow.
They murdered the slaves. HER slaves!
Hate them! Hate the monsters! To kill the monsters, you must become a monster. Embrace the hatred! Her lips pulled back, baring her teeth in an animalistic snarl, and a low growl emanated from her.
“What is it, young Medleyn?” said Galath in his irritating whisper-soft silky voice, and Maddy fed on her hatred for that too, giving him a burning glare.
“I will see you dead, for what you have done, Galath.”
The Sith lord smirked, “Yes, of course. You will try. I look forward to your attempts.”
They safely crossed the boundaries that led into the Maiplwuud estate, thanks to the intel provided by Medleyn. Navigating through every defence and avoiding every security monitoring devices, they then descended into a small dig site, actually made by the twins, Fiola and Oridia, in their younger years. Medleyn discovered them, and found that she could avoid detection through this path. Now, Galath and his army used this to access the building itself without being found out. It was a cramped, narrow and dark passage, and the volume of warriors had everyone jostling one another, sometimes forcing people into single file. When they were close to the entrance into the basements, Galath held up a hand, and silently, other commanders amongst his troops passed the same signal to stop the march. Medleyn tensed, realizing the attack was to begin.
True enough, she was nearly dropped by the violent shaking of the ground as the bombers delivered their payload. She could only hope that Tofhir was not in the building when it happened. After the bombings stopped, she could hear the sound of starfighters blasting away at the remainder of the Eyrie. From the sounds of it, it seemed like Galath's fighters were sharpshooters who rarely missed their mark. In all honesty, he could have ended the Maiplwuuds and Odans just through air superiority alone. But Galath, for all his impressive talents, wanted to gloat, and feed his ego. He wanted to personally duel both Dunkan Maiplwuud and Malas Odan, in single combat. Maybe he was capable enough to take on such men, but his pride would be his undoing. Medleyn had no such need. She only needed to end the life of her enemies. No gloating, no talk. Just ensure they never rise again.
The sound of blaster fire faded away, and Galath began to move once more. Blasting open the hidden door with the Force, Galath entered the basement unchallenged. All eyes and attention was diverted to the skies, anticipating the return of the fighters. Silently, the small army of Sith spread out and began scaling the stairway. Following the path, facing virtually no living people, they practically made it to nearly the upper floors when they finally saw the gathering of Sith lords with their children and warriors. Medleyn glared at them.
Kill them all, said a voice in her head, wipe them out in one sweep, and be free of them at last.
“At long last,” said Galath, “We are all here, to determine our destinies.”
“The defiant slave,” said Malas, “I should have known.”
“Yes, old fool, like you would have seen it if my new apprentice shoved a blade through your gut in broad daylight.” Galath sneered at them as lightsabers ignited everywhere, “Do not speak to me of foresight. You have all grown so content with your heights of power, and you've become weak from too much soft living. Your time in power is at an end.”
“Bold words, young one,” said Dunkan, as the blood red blade of his lightsaber slowly extended from the hilt, “but I would not boast until you are actually standing over our corpses.”
“I agree,” Galath drew his weapon as he cast off his cloak. His attire was designed for maximum flexibility, and he wielded a dual lightsaber with an unusual black crystal, the blades that extended on either end of his weapon looked like it was absorbing the very light around it, “Kill them all, leave none standing.”
And the battle started. Sith against Sith. The Maiplwuuds and Odans were united as one, but Galath's warriors equalled in number of both houses. One Marauder was left watching Medleyn, who was still in chains, bound by her wrists, with a chain attaching to her neck. She pulled her hands to her chest and threw her head back violently, smashing against the nose of the Marauder, who reeled back in surprise. Drawing upon the Force for strength, she pulled her hands free, breaking the chains and with a feral scream, threw everyone within three meters of her into the air. Attempting to subdue her, the same Marauder assigned to watch over her drew his sabers and charged. She ducked under his first swing, and caught his other arm, kicking at his ankle with a strong sweep, and she smashed his face in with a second headbutt. As he staggered back, she thrust both hands, palms forward, and repulsed him with the Force. His body made a sickening crunch as he collided against the wall at a hundred miles per hour.
Seeming to draw inspiration from Medleyn's ferocity, the Maiplwuud warriors roared triumphantly as they pushed against their attackers with renewed fervour. Galath duelled against both Dunkan and Malas, matching them both blow-for-blow. He used a combination of fighting styles, along with the Force, to keep them at bay. He was almost toying with the men. He had been preparing himself well for this moment, and he knew not to underestimate them, but pride made him face them in a place where he could lose. And Medleyn was loose.
She used the Force to pull down a gigantic statue near the stairway, collapsing it directly on top of Maiplwuud, Odan and Galath warriors. The statue shattered and the debris tumbled down the stairway, crushing anybody that did not get out of the way. Several of Galath's Assassins charged at her, throwing lightning and holding her in place telekinetically. She still managed to twist her body around and shouted incoherently at them, fighting an invisible battle against five men trained in the arts of assassination, much like herself. “RAAAARGHH!!!”
Blood and spittle flew from her lips as she stubbornly fought through the pain. In fact, she fed on the pain as the lightning danced over her, burning her flesh. She would kill them with her hate alone if she could, and she would. The energy that they cast into their lightning, she took. It was a battle of wills as she absorbed their attacks, and began pushing back with the Force, holding them at bay, so they couldn't use their lightsabers on her. That was when she saw Tofhir, a Republic battle sword in hand, and a strange cannister in another. He was calmly walking through the embattled Sith, virtually ignored by all. And she finally understood something about him.
He was more than a doctor.
The cannister released a toxic-looking greenish gas that he aimed directly at the Assassins, who immediately began choking on the substance. Medleyn was nearly caught in it, but when the Assassins collapsed, they released her and she quickly leaped over them. As they recovered and turned, Tofhir's hand swung in a horizontal arc.
Five heads rolled towards him as their bodies fell.
The Chagrian pressed a cool metallic device into Medleyn's hand and she looked blankly at her lightsaber for a moment, then at Tofhir. He gently pulled at her arm and headed towards an alcove that faced away from the main battle. Following him silently, she moved to stand so that she would be facing the direction of the fight, in case of pursuit, and she nodded at him, letting him explain himself.
“When the Jedi tested me for my strength in the Force, I was found to be very marginal in strength,” said Tofhir, “I was a trained, but eventually I left the Order in favour of serving the Medical Corps. I always followed my instincts, and I believed I had a destiny. My destiny was you. You see, Medleyn? I was always meant to meet you. That is why I have survived for this long.”
The girl frowned at this, but Tofhir smiled, and pressed the hilt of his blade to his heart, “You're meant to be more than a Sith, Medleyn, and more than a Jedi too. You're something else, maybe something new. But you must leave this place. Now.”
“Not without you,” said Medleyn, for she sensed that Tofhir intended to stay.
“You must, Medleyn,” Tofhir's smile became sad, as he clapped one large palm over her shoulder, “There is too much resistance between you and the Jedi's starship. Yes, the one you killed. Lord Orin kept the ship as a memento of some sort, but he also kept it in working order, and it's in the Hangar of the Eyrie. It's still intact. I will draw the warriors away.”
“NO!” Medleyn shook off the Chagrian's hand, “It is foolish to give your life so needlessly. Come with me. We will leave together, or not at all. And I must kill my father, Lord Malas and Galath first.”
Tofhir shook his head, “Even if I joined forces with you, we would not be able to face three Sith Lords at the height of their power. Please, listen to me, Medleyn. I have always done as you asked. This once, I ask you, heed this. Do not be consumed by your hatred. Don't waste your life here, on this. It is pointless, and futile. You have a destiny, child, just as I did. I have fulfilled mine. Now fulfil yours.”
She was angry, and wanted to strike the Chagrian, but something within her, conflicting with her immediate desire for revenge, made her pause, and Tofhir took advantage of that to push her out of the alcove, “What is my mission? What is my destination?” She demanded. She fell back on her training as an assassin. She knew what was about to transpire, and she didn't want to think about it. “Give me a mission parameter to fulfil.”
“Medleyn...” Tofhir gazed sadly at her, then smiled, “Escape Dromund Kaas, find the Rebel Alliance, help them free others like yourself from oppression. And most immportantly, free yourself from the bindings of your past and the Sith. Become a free person. That is your mission. Now go!”
She felt a change within the Chagrian and she knew what was happening. He was like a beacon, a lighthouse in the Force that drew the attention of the Dark Side upon himself. Holding his sword with one hand, his other hand clasped behind his back, he stepped out of his hiding place and approached the Sith, who were momentarily stunned by the presence of a Jedi in their midst. As the redhead took the steps two at a time, heading ever upwards, she spared one final glance at the only person on this world that she was emotionally attached to, just as he was beset by a dozen Sith from all sides. He knelt on one leg, hamstringed a Marauder, and impaled an Assassin behind him, and blocked the downward swing of a Juggernaut. Unable to resist lending a hand, she reached out and caused a chandelier to fall on the Juggernaut, killing him. Tofhir stood up, looked towards the girl and she heard his voice in her head, << Run, Medleyn. Be free. >>
Reluctantly, she left. But as she rounded the next floor, she ran into Jonus Odan.
“Betrothed,” said Jonus, “What are you doing here? The battle is below.”
Freedom had to wait. “Rrrr!”
Her fiery crimson blade burst out of her hilt, and Jonus readied himself for an attack. He looked amused, “Truly? Considering how I always best you, do you really believe today will be any different?”
“Jonus...”
“What?”
Medleyn gave a grim smile, “Those times, I let you win, so that on the day of our wedding, I can kill you easily now that I have your measure of strengths...”
She swept her blade in a forward arc, forcing Jonus to leap back or be cut in half, “...and more importantly, your weaknesses. HAAAAAHH!”
Lightning blasted out of her hands. She no longer held back, and gave struck out with everything that she had. Jonus quickly blocked the electrical blast with his own sabre, then tried to push her back, but she was no longer there. “Eugh!” He fell to his knees as Medleyn's blade bit into the back of his shins. He barely blocked a decapitating blow as she struck. Pulling back she threw him into the wall, and crushed him there.
“Apprentice!” Galath leapt right over the balcony, but Medleyn didn't waste any time and struck with a violent push of the Force. Though he resisted, it gave the redhead enough time to close the distance between them, and she blocked his first upward slice, sliding on the ground with her momentum, and cut his right leg off at the knee. “AAAARGH!”
The Sith lord toppled over without his leg and lashed out blindly with the Force, knocking over several stone display stands. Kicking his face in with her foot, Medleyn knocked him out for a moment, then grabbed all the shattered debris and hurled them at a charging Jonus. Grabbing Galath's lightsaber and activating one blade, she began to engage the large man with a Jar'Kai technique. Though she preferred using only one blade, she was adept with dual wielding, and began to overwhelm Jonus' defence. Desperately, he allowed himself to be cut by her blade so that he could lock her left arm, which held Galath's weapon, and wrest the weapon out of her grip.
“NYAAH!” Medleyn headbutted him and kicked him hard in the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him. She struck him with lightning once again, and the man fell over, writhing in pain. As he lay there, beaten, the redhead kicked his lightsabre away, and gripped hers with both hands, blade pointing downwards. “Jonus...”
She drove her blade through his manhood, “We shall not marry.”
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!”
Satisfied that she had taken her vengeance on Jonus and on Galath, the girl made her way to the Hangar. There was the ARC-170 starfighter, in pristine condition, serviced and ready to fly. She took a moment to remember the Jedi she killed, and rested her palm on the cool surface of the vessel. When she was suddenly smashed into it. Falling back she turned to see Dunkan and Malas, approaching her. Staggering to her feet, she prepared to face them.
“Where do you think you are going, daughter?” said Dunkan, “Did you believe your Chagrian friend could stop us for that long? Oh, he surprised us, yes, being a poorly-trained Jedi, but he is nothing to a Sith.”
He raised his hand to lash her with lightning but a large form barrelled into him and Malas, tackling them both to the ground.
“GO!” Tofhir shouted, as he wrestled with the two Sith, even as they tormented him with bolts of lightning, “GO MEDLEYN! NOW!”
Weakly, she climbed into the cockpit of the fighter. She skipped all the pre-flight checks and fired the engines to life. As she rose from the Hangar deck, the craft shuddered, and then froze. Outside, the two Sith Lords had their hands thrust forward, fingers in a gripping gesture as they held the fighter in place. Tofhir rose from the ground and cut off Malas' hand, while Dunkan turned and impaled the Chagrian.
“NO!!!” Medleyn screamed, as she felt hot tears running down her cheeks, and she turned the vessel away, blasting out at full speed.
Several of Galath's fighters pursued her. The fighter was built for five crew members, and had rear-facing weapons. Concentrating, she began to manipulate the controls of the rear-mounted weapons, firing at any and all pursuit with uncanny accuracy. She took down two fighters before she cleared atmosphere and immediately jumped to lightspeed, departing Dromund Kaas for the last time.
<< I am free, Tofhir...I am free. >>
