Log:Jedi + Knights of Ren: Heroes and Heretics

Heroes and Heretics

OOC Date: March 30 2020
Location: Aodhán, Cainneach Cairbre monastery
Participants: Jedi Order and Knights of Ren: Malik Ren, Rey Skywalker, Elrych Cometburn, Ban Iskender, Jax Greystorm, Sebek, Vosaurd, Aryn Cole, Yuun, Syrus, Erisi Auslese, Errod Zand, Domino Graystorm, Jacali, Oozlevort, Vandred

Aodhán is a peaceful little moon, far from civilization and hyperlanes -- remote enough that its distance should have protected it from the outside galaxy, and perhaps once upon a time, that was the intention. This is the home of the monastery of Cainneach Cairbre and its tiny supporting village, peacefully tended by generations of little Bimm monks. They sing to each other in their beautifully strange music-language, and they care for the traditions and sacred items entrusted to them long ago.

A rumor that these sacred items are Jedi texts or artifacts has brought danger to their door.

The stone and wooden monastery, sitting proudly among conifer trees at the foothills of rugged mountains, is already burning. Lacking ships to leave in or other cities to which they can flee, the monks and villagers are in a panic, trying to hide wherever they can. Cainneach Cairbre wasn't meant to withstand aerial cannon fire from even a modest freighter, and black smoke is billowing into the sky.

The architects of this destruction are now approaching to finish what they've started, weapons out; the glint of pale winter light off blades and guns and the red glow of openly wielded sabers announces their intent. Black-clad and dark cloaked, the Knights of Ren mean nothing good for the inhabitants of the monastery and whatever lies within.

Their only hope now lies in the weapons and bravery of a different set of off-worlders, hurrying to defeat the approaching darkness, and help the innocents to safety.

Snow falls, sparse wide flakes, silent and gentle.

The Millennium Falcon had been dispatched to this remote word after the distress message had reached the Jedi. The speed of the Falcon was a gifted grace from the hands of a now deceased ship modder, may he rest in peace, but the invaluable speed of said ship is utilized to get the Jedi to where they need to be... to help these monks.

The Falcon sets down not too far away, tucking itself in amongst a grove of trees, and from inside of it's lowered cargo ramp a Resistance speed drops and on it the Jedi embark at breakneck speeds toward the location they'd been told of.

The speeder's engines roar, the pilot looking back at those with her on this urgent mission. "Everyone get ready, we're going head first in to this one!" Rey shouts with her hair whipping out her face and her clothing waving about her body.

The speeder can be heard coming, the Jedi's presence in the Force might even be felt by some of the KoR's stronger members. They're arriving, roaring around a corner, with their gliding vehicle coming to a spinning stop!

From the driver's seat of the larger speederbike/landspeeder combo, Rey doesn't hesitate. She steps up, she spring jumps herself into the air and she lands on both feet, and activates her lightsaber with a thumb across it's ignition ring, causing the golden energy beam to leap out. Her eyes raise up to where the red of the Knights of Ren sabers are visible.

"Guys, it'll be fine." Comes the voice of Elrych, "I've got a bottle of Whiskey, we'll just sit around... lift some rocks, drink a few glases and wait for this whole thing to blow over." His usually manicured hair is getting completely messed up by the speed that the speeder is going. Such problems, much worry. As the Speeder comes to a stop and Rey leaps out to present against the line of Knights bearing down on the Monestary, there's a lazy sigh from he Pirate. "I didn't even bring a a stereo or nothing." He places the untouched and unopened bottle of whiskey somewhere in the Speeder before calmly and delibertly exiting the vehicle. He doesn't expell his energy but those around him can feel the Force flowing through him. He picks his black and gold blade from his belt and ignights it, his other hand pushing he thick rimmed glasses he wears up the bridge of his nose.

Ban Iskender vaults over the side of the speeder, marching with a brisk and purposeful stride, the hood of his grey and green cloak blown back from his head in the rush toward the stricken monastery. "Alas, that is the nearest to a proper briefing we have time for," he notes with a dry tone and short-lived smile to Elrych. The young solider's expression settles promptly into one of stony focus; he is black haired and clean shaven, hot breath turning to mist in the cold air. Eyes narrowed in curt scrutiny of the attackers as red blades and wicked blasters are noted. A gloved thumb flicks his weapon to life, a humble white blade emerging that suffers by comparison to the radiant reds, blues, and gold of the others. "So it begins."

Jax was hanging on to the side of the speeder Rey was driving. The handle of his saber held ready but the blade not yet extended. The wind and and snow hitting him in the face. His expression set as he hangs onto the ship. "I don't know if this is the proper time for whiskey, Elrych. Unless you want to bribe the knights to give up. If that's works. I will happily purchase them a case or two."

As the speeder comes into a rest and Jax bounds off following Ban. He lands not far from the soldier/jedi. His lightsaber extending as he drops down into a defensive stance blade held high and his hand out, Kenobi like. "It's been a while. Could we convince you to leave these nice monks alone for a bottle of Corellian whiskey?"

Crunch crunch crunch, that was the sound of stomping footfalls through the snow from a member of the Knights of Ren. "Behold!" was the velvety and luxurious voice filtered through the mask that resembled less of a helmet and more of a predatory animal with its jaws wide. There was a hole in the top for a long topknot, bound with gold, and thrown across the tall being's shoulders was the pelt of something furry and probably quite alive at some point. He wielded a long, slightly curved sword that was already stained with the blood of the Bimmisaari. Where was he walking? Towards that infernally locked door. No proclamations or teeth-baring opened it, the cursed inert thing. "Herein lies futility! To all, death and doom!" He whipped around to face the oncoming foes, smile hidden behind... well, the mask's smile. "Jeedai! It is thought this day would come at no point!" The sword was fwipped, presumably to remove the blood but that's not how blood works once it's stained on, and the tall being spoke again. "I am Sebek of the Desert!" pronounced Seb-Hek, "Flagbearer of Coret! He Who Hunts! Behold, Those Who Die!"

This whirlwind of adventures that Vosaurd had gone through recently are really starting to hit their climactic peak. With his fitted robe secured across his body, hood down to reveal his features, the once-gangster from Nar Shaddaa looks out of the window as the shuttle he rides within touches down on the ground of this far, remote planet. As it does so the team appears to spring into action, with Vosaurd himself departing the vehicle close to the rear. Fwoosh. Hood goes on. A narrowed expression examines the scene as he marches forward, his dark robes billowing about as a gust of wind sweeps across the snowy ground. The entrance to the monastery is grand, of that there is little doubt. Secure, too.

With his weapon drawn, already stained with the blood of those who are fleeing, he turns a little bit to glance at the approaching Jedi and allies.

Aryn opens her side of the speeder door and steps out carefully, the snow crunching beneath the soles of her boots. A long breath exhales, forming fog as her cheeks already begin to turn red under the presence of chilly air. The dark side of the Force was present here. It manifested in an unnatural way, making Aryn feel sick to her stomach. Its dark whispers and malice sowing doubt and beckoning a response with anger.

In the face of this travesty and the presence of the dark side, Aryn unclips her lightsaber and looks to the others. "We will do what we must to help the Bimm." A glance to Rey, and Aryn nods, "We are with you, Rey." Aryn activates her Jedi weapon, the sudden SNAP-HISS and subsequent humming indicative of even the most subtle motions. The sapphire blue blade extends to its full length of 1.2m, and is held by her side. Aryn searches for where the Bimm are fleeing. That is her place, helping them evacuate. So that is where she moves, cape trailing behind her.

Sitting in the back of the speeder, Yuun was enjoying the beauty of the planet and the nice breeze from the drive, but when they came closer he could hear the laser fire and smell the smoke. As they began to near the village, he shakes his head, "I don't normally drink, but maybe I may try something some time." he says. "Alright, time to get to work." he says and as Rey stops the speeder and leaps, Yuun also leaps into the air flipping and landing in a crouch, his lightsaber ignited mid-jump. "Nice to see you agian Jax." he says to his old friend.

They're here.

The echoes of several Force energies ring clear in Syrus's mind as the Jedi Order arrive in their speeder. His his hooded face turns to look at them, confirming what he'd felt. The hairs on his neck stand on-end. His saber, once a radiant emerald green, shines with a new malice as it's ignited in the face of the newly-arrived opposition.

Memories swirl in his mind as his eyes land on the Jedi; conversations, laughter, a shared shedding of tears. All of this slips away in the face of one thought.

They let her die.

His mechanical hand lifts and slides back the hood of his cloak, baring his face to them for the first time since he slipped off in the night in search of something else. Something higher.

"This doesn't concern any of you," he calls out to them. "We're here to do what must be done. Leave us to it."

Erisi is not as agile as others arriving on scene. No, mid-swing of her lightsaber towards a Bimm she pauses and turns, allowing said Bimm to escape, breath coming heavily, the woman already having broken a massive sweat, "Hey, look. It's that guy."

Said breathlessly as she turns around in the snow, feet patterning with blood her path, face unmasked today and breath coming in heated sworls with each word as she looks at Yuun as he arrives, "Didn't I set him on fire? YOU SHOULD SMILE MORE." She calls out after the breathless question, "YOU'D BE CUTER." A small curl of her lips is all she does as she completes the sentence with a raise of her blood red humming blade towards Yuun, free hand, her left one, lifting up to wipe across her forehead, bangs swept back and held in place by the beads of sweat on her forehead mingling with droplets and slashes of blood, giving her a fiercer countenance than might be had normally.

The two armed woman will then take a swing at another Bimm as one rushes by in their cute little robes, slicing through shoulder and causing the little guy to fall forwards with a screech, sing songy voice raised in pain and horror to lilt through the air. Music to her ears.

One of the Knights, a man in black robes with various ashen grey armor accoutrements fastened all over him, appears to be a veritable cornucopia of weaponry, with blades, clubs, and blasters strapped to just about every convenient location. With the arrival of the Jedi, he quietly tucks the blaster in his hand back into its holster and reaches over his shoulder for the handle of the Bilari electro-chain whip there instead.

The weapon emits only a little noise as the electro-plasma filaments surge into life, the weapon wholly unlike a lightsaber in most important areas but able to tangle with the things, at any rate. "I do not relish the idea of killing so many nice-looking young folk," his rough voice grates hollowly from the featureless mask of his helmet. "But neither will I shy away from it, just as I will not shy away from putting an end to the disorder and wild, untamed destruction that threatens our meaningless little chain of life and death. From the cradle to the grave, living and dying in this maelstrom, this whirlwind of fear and misery that people like you call 'freedom' would set loose on us all."

He steps towards the Jedi interlopers, paying little heed to what the others on his side of the line are doing. "I will do what I must. What I always have done, and always will do, again and again until I wink out into oblivion. But I take no pleasure in it."

Domino's identity concealed by her armor as she follows the rest, bringing up the rear along with the Doctor, minding her step in careful exaggerated steps more as one trying not to slip and break her ass than be stealthily. At the sound of unfamiliar voices her helmed head with it's toothy grin stamped onto it snaps up and she lopes forward, closing the distance between her and the gaggle of robbed figures near MR, her hand easing her blaster from it's holster. She spots Yuun and there's a brief, perhaps exasperated slump of shoulders before the blaster comes up and she stop moving closer to her black robed companions and rathers fans out to the side so as to not get caught between dueling space wizards. To Errod "No? Too bad, better get used to it I definitely do not reccomend even entertaining the notion of a conscience in this crowd, Crazy Eyes."

Though apparently standing on the side of the madmen (and women) in their dark robes and sanguine sabers, Jacali doesn't seem particularly interested in threatening the Bimm, nor executing them for their artefacts. In fact, she doesn't even have a weapon drawn as she strides quietly along beyond the forward assault line that came before her, a datapad in one gloved hand as her thumb idly taps at one thing or another, her helmet's bulbous golden fly-like eyes and otherwise featureless mask tilted downward to regard whatever information is fed over the small screen. Her other hand is busy pawing about at her hip, checking the medical supplies and tactical tools that're fixed there in an obsessive check-doublecheck action that is by now a rote response to the mounting conflict that's promised to come.

Surely the Bimm will fight back.

... maybe they won't ...

Their cowering gains her disdain, though her expression is swallowed up by that blackened helmet, her chin tilting upward as she watches them scatter like cockroaches from the light before her attention is allowed to be drawn toward Vandred as he strides ahead of her. "This is hardly the resistance I had expected," She speaks to him over the cacophonous refrain of the poor Bimms' desperate and panic-stricken flight. "I had been told there would--" Whatever she was trying to say is drowned out by the howl of the speeder's approach, and the chaos that ensues. She stops in her tracks as the Jedi begin charging toward them, her head tilting owlishly to one side as she observes that bold approach, buggy lenses glinting a subtle gold what light is cast.

"Ah," A soft noise is breathed out, most probably missed by all but the man closest to her. If the doctor has any survival instinct, it's hard to see it here. She just stands there, watching as the jedi surge toward them like some swelling wave set on breaking the shore, rather than breaking upon it. Her head turns toward the sound of Sebek's voice as he begins his 'introduction', which can't help but draw a heavy out-the-nose sigh that goes on long enough that it hisses like static over her comms. A hand lifts toward Vandred as she speaks a single 'command', if you will, to the larger figure in the intimidating armour. "Wait."

Her attentions shift from him to the war waiting to happen, then to the monastery where those monks are fleeing en masse in an attempt to preserve their peaceful little lives. She has spent enough time recently studying force users to know that she, and her companion, stand little chance of making a difference in the coming skirmish, and so she offers to Vandred, "Get into cover. We will observe and support, but do not directly engage these Jedi. Their mercy is a lie." With that, she is off to find herself some advantageous position in which to hide, and await a moment when she might actually be able to do something useful. Her datapad is put away, and is replaced with an unimpressive yet reliable pistol.

Oozlevort is a Gand Findsman doing an honest job. And today, that job is to enslave some Bimm monks. Frankly some of his ventures, such as Gandwine, haven't been the most profitable, and his Kessurian dancing girls had to be sold off, so the coffers will need to be replenished on the backs of Bimmese labor. The Gand has donned a thick white Orbak-fur coat for warmth. But climbing up a mountain path while weighed down by heavy gear causes the mild sheen of perspiration to appear on his exoskeleton. A bulky electric net gun is held in one three-fingered hand. When the Gand sees the Jedis he mutters to Errod and Domino, while gesturing dismissively at Rey, "She's no Jedi." A poseur.

Vandred doesn't wear robes. Mostly because it'd be an awful clash with the armour he's got on. That and he's pretty sure that they'd get caught in his jetpack and he'd end up setting himself on fire. Something along those lines, anyway. His helmed head pans for a moment as he lets his augmented reality display shift, pan, and magnify some of the faces of the Jedi. A few blinks at the display cause it to take a few pictures -- and leave a running video feed recording in his upper right display.

"Of course! As you'd like, friend!" Vandred's voice is.. Chipper. Exceptionally so. Like he's delighted to just be here and be useful. While the Knights of Ren are murdering Bimm and destroying their centuries old temple. He promptly backs up from the group, boots thumping through the mud as he detatches himself from the group and goes to seek some blessed cover. <<"I take it that I might get horribly wounded here. If that's the case, please try to find any detatched limbs. I don't want to leave them out here in case they start getting a mind of their own.">>

He promptly stops at a small distance back, taking a knee behind a small wall.

The Knights are gathered, witnessed in force for the first time since their leader vanished at Exegol. What happened to him? Where did he go? That might not be apparent, but lacking the intimidating figure of Kylo Ren, the Knights seem to have found another leader. He is far less physically imposing, that much is true, but he wears a black and silver helmet that seems reminiscent of the one Kylo used to wear -- perhaps both owe their origins to a similar place. The aesthetic and demeanor make it clear -- there is a new Ren. This is him.

Jax offers that they should leave the nice monks alone for a bottle of whiskey, and Malik tilts his head slightly to one side, pausing as the groups near one another. A moment is spent studying them -- Aryn, Elrych, Yuun, faces he's seen before in another life.

Eventually, he speaks, and the vocoded voice is one syllable, somehow amused, in answer to Jax's little offer.

"No."

He raises a blade to strike at the strongest among them, perhaps foolishly, and the fray begins!

Rey's eyes scan over those before her, her senses knowing the motions and locations of those with her. She holds her saber up and doesn't hesitate as she rushes toward them, as Malik begins to swing at her, she moves her saber to intercept the attacks and sweep them side to side, narrowly avoiding a devastating blow, but when she comes up on the other side her hand flings out... not toward Malik, toward Erisi.

Rey had come here to help the Bimm and she'd just witnessed that pryokinetic Knight of Ren harm one of them! She attempts a telekinetic burst that swipes a wave of ground and debris across the Knight of Ren though, but does nothing to harm them. Then she sweeps herself around to re-engage with Malik.

"Aye it's a good day to Die, isn't it." Said Elrych with a wide and sly grin. "Syrus, I hear you've been messing up peoples apartments and making empty threats like a little nerf herder. C'mon man, even Oran had more class than that. No wonder he kicked your decrepit ass." There's a glance over to Malik, "Though I hear he dosn't like that name anymore. I hear his new one is more /Edgy/... No Judgements." There's some recognition at Erisi, but he doesn't seem to recognize any of the others. The loud Faleen was new. Frankly there was just too many people to count or keep track of.

As Malik gives his expected answer, "Alright... on three... one... two..." Malik is already moving towards Rey, "Oh come on!" He gives a shrug and lunges towards Syrus, the force pushing him ahead, the show kicking up behind him like dust. "C'mon old man, show me how strong you really are..."

Ban Iskender dashes into the fray without banter, or eloquence, choosing the nearest of the foe who were directly threatening the little Bimms, and taking a running slash and lunging thrust at Sebek. The blows are clearly telegraphed, serving more to draw attention and shield the monks than to do real harm in the initial charge.

Jax keeps his saber raised, his voice a bit lower, "Hello Yuun." Though doesn't go on the offenssive he keeps his blade raised as he pulls the force around him to strenghten him. "It was worth a try." He says moving to try to keep himself between the knights and the Bimm monks, "Yuun. I wouldn't date that woman."

And the battle was joined! Tink tink vwoomph! "Ahai!" cried out Sebek, filling the silence with his luxuriously obnoxious voice. "Welcome, Jeedai!" he hissed through his mask. There was no pain or dismay at leaving behind the helpless Bimms, because here was a foe that fought back! "Doom befalls you! You face power!" Swish! "Precision!" Swish! "DOMINANCE!" Stab! "Morals fail you today, there is only battle!"

Vosaurd lowly exhales as he considers the scenario unfolding before his eyes. The door was the primary target, but it was protected by these other people all around. "No other choice than to go through." He murmurs, before pressing forth! A swing goes to the foe that swung at his closest ally in all of this in Sebek, though he grimaces when it goes wide. These people were more skilled than he considered them to be.

Aryn is moving down the small expanse and joining her fellow Jedi in the sudden heat of battle. She stays near Ban, feeling responsible for the fellow Alderaanian noble. He is the first into the heat of battle, his dance not of elegance but practiced motion. He is fighting two though, so Aryn's arrival occurs with a valiant MISS. Followed by a second MISS! And a THIRD. This might be where Aryn would tell Ban, that she's there to help him, but was she? Really? She moves to stand beside him, swinging her blade into a duelist's defense. No words, no fanciful movement. Survival now. They must not fall!

Looking to Erisi, he lets out a breath, his eyes closes and he controls his breathing and submerging himself within the Force, allowing it flow through him. Allowing it to guide him, he is able to sense the Knights of Ren and he slowly begins to open his eyes, "Be mindful, call for help if it's needed. We all are to come back together." Yuun watches as everyone moves in to engage the Knights. His eyes fall onto Erisi, she took him out of the fight quickly in their first meeting. That shook his confidence pretty badly, as he thought he was ready and that showed that it didn't.

Yuun moves towards her, his movements are more sure, his confidence flowing. He isn't here for revenge, that's not the way of the Jedi, he didn't want to give in to rage, hatred or anger. That didn't do anything but push you further to the darkside. Feeling the other Jedi with him, and all of them are with Rey, Yuun flits in quickly, his saber twirls in a tight arc as he swing his blade with purpose and precision, striking high then to her mid-section. His brilliant blue blade moved with a grace that shows his growth, though he still has a long ways to go. He tries to strike at her hand to disarm her, but his blade meets her blade clashing.

Elrych's saber gets far too close for comfort and Syrus lifts his own in a defensive stance, his eyes looking over the young Jedi. "You're attacking me from a place of anger, Cometburn," he says, circling with the man after the initial attack. "You would do wise to find your center before you hurt someone." He's using the same tone of voice he would use during his instructions.

His saber is hefted above his head a brought to bare against the Jedi in. A flurry of quick strikes.

Erisi giggles. An outright giggle, brows working from behind the frames of her glasses which are perched on her nose as she stares at Elrych as he throws out his insult, "/What/? I mean, I'm lame at insults, too, but I could do better than that school yard me--"

Oooh, a breeze, electrified, ripples through the air, kicking up debris and dirt around her as she suddenly pauses with a frown, brow tugging down hard as she glances of towards the Jedi, a quick glance between two of them, Elrych and Ban, "I feel like ...something ...was meant for me." Eyes narrow, but only briefly, because she's soon wheeling back, getting sliced along her upper bicep of her right arm by Yuun as he advances in on her suddenly, "Holy MYRTLE"

Cried out as she lifts her lightsaber up to meet with Yunns in a defensive manner, rage swelling up within her chest as she lets out a fierce cry, "Stop with the obsession with me, MAN. I'M NOT INTERESTED." Let's be real, next round of saber lashing and she'll be near dead, if not dead, on the cold ground while snow falls upon her in pretty repose. Kicking back on her left foot she tries to slide back on the slick ground, warm mist dropping from her lips into the cool air as she grunts, readying for another attack by the man Yuun.

When the battle is joined, and the fighting begins, things start happening and happening fast. Errod's eyes blink behind the shelter of his mask as the near-dozen lightsabers flash, clash, and slash in a dizzying array of color that dance across his dusky armor's darkened surfaces. "It is unlike anything I have ever beheld," he murmurs in a gritty whisper, gripping his weapon more tightly in his hand. "The speed, the ferocity, and such vibrant colors. Truly, there is beauty here."

Syrus's near-disemberment snaps him out of the moment and the man swings in with his own weapon to join the fight, whiffing the first and then impaling only empty air. "The speed, the precision. It defies my limited comprehension," he gasps as he steps back for a beat, staring in awe. "DOCTOR," he cries to wherever Jacali may be hiding. "I WILL REQUIRE ADDITIONAL STIMULANTS."

Domino circles along the outside her blaster pistol lifted but she seems uncertain on choice of targets-that is until she hears Erisi's cry and sees the woman forced into a defensive position. Just like that Domino's barrel aims for Yuun and she paces forward firing rapidly while the Jedi's distracted <<Should have just not come!>> it's unclear if she means herself of the Jedi in general.

The battle rages on.

Jacali wants nothing to do with it.

Keen eyes do watch the combat as it rages, but where her attentions are directed is largely a mystery, what with not being able to actually see where those frosty green eyes are looking. Perhaps that's the reason for those giant lenses. Maybe she just really likes flies. Fastidious little things, you know.

She considers her options, all that she might do to turn these blooded tides as the mayhem rages on, all without actually getting directly involved. Over discreet comms, unheard by the general masses, Jacali can be heard giving helpful direction to the others. What they do with her words? That's up to them. <<"Vandred,">> She begins, tone cool, somehow still collected. <<"Move to overwatch position, prepare to support.">> There's a few moments of silence for those that can hear her before she continues, <<"Try not to disappoint me. ... again.">> Her disdain can practically be tasted as those words leave her. <<"Domino, perhaps you might aid us in disabling their transportation. I am unaware of the details of their vehicle, but if we can hinder their escape we can limit their level of success if nothing else.">>

It's then that Erisi takes that savage strike, and Jacali's head snaps toward her and her insistance of her disinterest in this Yuun fellow. She begins to stand from her crouched position, hand moving toward her medpac and posture suggesting she's about to make her way into the fray in order to assist. She then stops herself, staring toward the two saber-wielding individuals that're assailing her, lips pressing to a thin line within her helm. "... she seems busy..." She mutters to herself, "I'll come back later." She decides.

When Errod cries out about the stimulants, she retorts: "COME GET THEM, THEN! I'M A DOCTOR, NOT A DELIVERY SERVICE!"

Oozlevort raises his bulky stun pistol and starts firing randomly at one of the lightsword-wielding interlopers. THUNK THUNK THUNK. His net launcher fires and misses Ban Iskander, the nets deploying late and falling to the ground. Then they sizzle with stun energy and make an annoying BZZZZZZZZZT sound.

Coming out of cover, Vandred pauses for a moment to send a brief acknowledgement blip. Ah. She said the words. Disappoint. Some disappointment - coming right up.

He takes a few bounding steps forwards before his jetpack gives a brief choking burst - then an audiable *click* as one of the complicated bits of technology inside it causes the jetpack to misfire. This happens mid-jump, which causes Vandred some audiable distress.

<<"I am going to crash.">>

Needless to say, Vandred carries through with his statement. He impacts into the ground far too near to the melee to be entirely comfortable, and promptly begins trying to roll himself up and on to his feet so he can get going again. <<"I should have taken the body of a Mynock. Sorry.">> Ah. So happy and chipper still. Despite the fact he almost landed on a dead Bimm, he seems to be trying to find the good side in everything.

It's on!! Despite Rey's attack on Erisi, and the other sabers and blades flinging around fast and furious, Malik Ren's attention is on Rey and Rey alone. The style of his fighting is reminiscent of Kylo, as perhaps makes sense -- a little more leaning into finesse than physical power, but the anger is the same, the reliance on fury and hatred and darkness instead of studied forms. There is no time or breath to spare for explaining his name change to Elrych, or even confirming that he is the same person. Is he? Or was something given away that shouldn't have been, for the power and title of 'Ren'? Hard to say.

Bimms continue to flee frantically into the woods and away from their home, through the snow, as the battle rages. A few young ones stop and stare at the battle in amazed horror, only to be tugged along harshly by their elders.

Rey's experience in lightsaber duels have been limited, like most Force users in this era. She's done battle with but the one opponent, Kylo, Ben. This opponent moves very differently than he had too. He's faster, less about brute force and more about quick strikes. Rey moves with him, blocking and deflecting, turning and pivoting, her eyes locked on his face as she keeps her pattern of motions not filled with unnecessary flash, but refined training.

"That's funny, I don't feel angry..." Elrych informs as blue blade clashes with red, sparking and flashing. The deadly squeeling and vrooming of sabers filling the air. The Jedi's movements are fluid yet erratic, hard to predict. Almost like he were drunk, stumbling about as he blocks and dodges Syrus' attacks. Indeed he didn't look Angry, smirking, the glowing blades reflecting in his shades. Erisi draws his attention for a moment. "No one asked you, lad-aha!" He's laughing at he as Yuun gets far too close, though focuses back on the fight between Syrus and himself. He has to pause a moment to move out of the way of the swings from Erron, a single brow raising as he looks towards the Knight of Ren. "Nice Moves, try again." He cricles around, bringing his blade up at a high guard with the edge pointing down, similar of form seven. He assults with a jab, then a swing, before spinning around to clash wih sabers once again.

Ban Iskender parries the first of Sebek's slashes with a deft turn at the waist, turning aside the subsequent thrust with an equally sharp turn of the blade in the opposite direction. "Yes, power, precision, song of battle and all that. You are more adept with sword than speech, good sir-" his dry response is cut off abruptly as his humble blade slashes to his right to deflect the sudden and deadly swipe of the electro whip. For an instant, his green eye is fixed on the exotic weapon, darting about with its motions to try and hastily adapt to the novel weapon. Then Aryn joins the melee nearby, being greeted briefly, "My Lady," without drawing his attention off the enemies. He doesn't stop moving, dodging a blast from the Findsman, before glancing aside at the stun nets sizzling anti-climactically in the snow, and peering back at the Gand for a 'really?' moment. The young soldier takes a sliding step toward Vosaurd, lunging and slashing at the opponent, but he cannot close the range. He still strikes and defends as if his weapon were a sword of common steel, rather than any lightsaber.

"ON you're right, Yuun!" Jax comes in to attack Erisi, the first slash missing, "Lady, I don't know you but how about we dance a bit." Then there's a quick two slashes and jabs as the guy in the bantha hide jacket makes his saber dance striking twice before pulling the blade back in a defensive stance. "May the force be with you."

Swoosh! A pivot and a parry that sent Sebek spinning in a full three-sixty, his dead wookiee pelt flaring out behind him inasmuch as it could seeing as it was heavy as bricks. The phrik-lined sword clashed against the stunsaber and the Falleen seriously regretted the protective helmet that hid his wide-eyed insane grin of glee. "Yes! YES! HA HA HA HA HA HA!" Joy, sheer joy and bloodlust. He was one step away from biting a dead animal. "NO!" After his third parried swing he threw his arm wide at Vosaurd, presumably to fend him off. "Cease, He Who Interferes! Duel occurs between He Who Hunts and He Who Battles!" Both of them had their own names, now. "Other prey must be sought!"

The extremely quick interaction he's had so far suggests that Vosaurd is going to struggle with the weapon he's brought to this fight. It would probably work against bums on the streets, but those he fights right now are anything but. Yet the thing is still required to defend himself, so he can't just pocket it! "Tch."

Taking a step back to put some distance between himself and Ban, thereby stepping out of range of the attacks in the interim, Vosaurd does the only thing he can think of! With a small pivot and turn, the man extends a palm forth to try and hit whoever it is he's engaged with through naught but telekinetic force. Unfortunately, his training is... well, pretty much non-existent. What is propelled forth is borderline negligible, dissipating long before it hits Ban in any significant way.

"My lord." Aryn replies before splitting from Ban so he can engage his intended target. She moves for Sebek once more, but the Faleen is /fast/. Grunting aloud as she swings, stabs, and slashes, all of which are valiant misses, Aryn is left sliding across the stone heavy with breath that fogs. She casts back her cape and straightens, moving back toward the fray.

Yuun nods his head, "Yes that is fine." he says to Jax, "I'm going to assist Aryn." he says a he could feel the force moving him with urgency in that direction. He quickly disengages allowing Jax to finish the fight with Erisi, "May the force be with you Erisi." he says as rushes towards where Aryn and Sebek are dueling. Though as he begins to move, he is fired upon, he quickly brings his blade up deflecting one shot and he misses the second shot which hits him along his left arm.

Leaping in the air and doing an aerial flip, he bats the laser bolt back towards the ground of the gunner who shot at him, not moving to go after them. "On your right Aryn." eh calls to her as he lunges in towards Sebek slashing along the right side of Sebek. The grace and speed of Yuun's moves are fully showing now as he misses the second strike, but as he spins he drops and spins along his knees sliding along the ground to the left of Sebek giving Aryn room to back away or reorient herself for an follow up attack. The brilliant blue blade of Yuun's lightsaber slashes along Sebek again.

"We'll see," Syrus says, trading blows with Elrych. Stepping back out of the way, he lifts a hand to wipe some sweat from his cheek, looking over to Errod and offering a swift nod to him. He takes a deep breath and stands up straighter, rolling his shoulders and setting in once again, his saber swinging wildly at Elrych.

It's 'your', or so Eri would correct Jax but she's CULLED DOWN. Before she can even retort her glasses fly off her face as she is pushed back with first one CRASH of lightsaber through her chest which forces her to drop down to her knees, second swing of the saber drifting through her from shoulder to sternum, woman briefly gasping out as her body shudders, vital organs REAMED through like soft butter. You could still have a taste of this, Sebek. You could. Her liver is somehow untouched.

As soon as she hit her knees her brain began to ready her body to jettison her soul, a starry field of black greeting her vision at first. Some pinprick in the distance catches her eye and comes screaming towards her, bright blue-white, a warm gushing feeling erupting in her belly, brain cells releasing DMT and flooding her system, bringing her full on into a beautiful hallucination as she's encapsulated by the light just as her body hits the ground, face first, cheek snapping down hard into the icy cold ground and cracking the bone, eyes half-closing as she watches a pair of bare feet stepping through the snow before her, "Erisi ..it's time to come home." A musical lilt to the voice which is neither male nor female, something unworldly, a non-descript hand extending out towards her face and cupping her chin to lift up her hallucinated chin to gaze up on the bright light, a soft death rattling exhalation of breath drifting past bloodied lips that foam with refuse from her lungs, woman drowning in her own fluids. A brief touch of a smile curls her dying lips, eyes closing fully.

A jolt. An inward gasp of air as color begins to return to the womans pale features, infusing juicy red blood to reanimate her dark brown flesh, her hallucination laughing suddenly, "Psych." A hard SLAP and Erisi is forced back into her body, gasping for air more readily, body shivering hard on the ground as her senses return to her, reddish hued hazel eyes popping open to stare.

"G-goddess ...da--damnit." Whispered hoarsely, blood still pouring from her but the bloody Force keeping her alive.

"That was my intention, yes. I am gratified to hear that you share the same sentiment," Errod announces to Elrych from inside his helmet, voice made tinny by the metal around his head alone, no fancy vocoders or amplifiers here. The Knight steps carefully, his boots pacing a circle around the Jedi for a moment before he darts in again, the spiky tip of the chainwhip poking forth, but the plasma-wreathed blade feints around, changing course abruptly and smacking into the younger man's torso, sharpened flanges and hot electric currents both mean in their forceful application.

Pulling back out of harm's way, the older man is breathing deeply now, the inside of his helmet filled with the sound of his own puffing. From the corner of his eye, he can see other Knights encountering grievous injury, and his lips purse grimly. "Goddess isn't real, but I will damn it for you, while I am still breathing."

Domino growls in frustration as her blasterfire is so much gnat buzzing with all the lightsabers swinging around but it doesn't stop Dom when she sees Erisi go down, <<DOC! Stay behind me, C'mon, We're getting our girl!>> IT's half plea, half command mustered with as much confidence as she can muster as she trots forward and keeps the blaster doing the best she and her pesky lil peashooter can do in the midst of the lazer show put on by the force users.

Wonder twins activate! Form of: Utter bloody failure.

Jacali watches as Vandred bounds forward, her helmetted head tracking along as she observes his whole-hearted attempt to not do exactly what she has come to expect him to do. That, of course, being let her down. In fact, he doesn't so much let her down as he does hoist her up with false hope, and drop her flailing and screaming from those glorious heights into the yawning eternity of despair. Behind her lenses, she gives a slow blink as the darkness consumes her.

Now she knows how Errod feels.

"... not half as sorry as you're going to be, you gelatinous calamity." She mutters it to herself, her head giving a slow, sad shake from side to side as she reconsiders every choice she's ever made about the company she keeps. There's the soft, muffled sound of her lips smacking before she moves her attentions back to the fray as it threatens to swallow her compatriots as they each engage in their own battles, trying to find some sort of advantage, until Erisi actually hits the snowy ground ... and stays there.

SIGH.

There are several moments of deep contemplation before she heaves another sigh and begins to make her way from her shadowy hiding place in order to hustle her way through the snow toward the downed Knight, medpac in hand. She couldn't help with the hatred, but these are far more mundane fare. It's Domino's announcement/demand/request that has her feeling at least somewhat more secure in her wading toward certain death, nodding toward the woman before speaking over comms once again. <<"On my way to your position...">> ... oh wait. Erisi probably can't hear the doctor's 'reassuring' promise of incoming aid. <<"Vandred, once again ... with feeling. Requesting overwatch, attempting to aid and extract.">> She informs evenly as she makes her approach, her weapon being slotted away and free hand raising as though to display that she is, in fact, unarmed. That works on Jedi, right? Ha... ha ha, please don't kill me.

Though the transmition is meant for Vandred, the others that have comms on her team are free to hear her words, though the majority seem rather fully occupied, and she expects little. It's just better that way. If she isn't assaulted, she will crouch down in the snow and begin her quickest of assessments, clawed hands reaching for her even as that hand is extending within Erisi's death-hazed vision. The gasp gives Jac a bit of a jump, "Don't -DO- that!" She scolds ... a dying woman.

<<"Requesting assistance for extraction!">> She calls, even as she's pulling out a blue liquid spray to dampen the greivous wound suffered.

Oozlevort shifts his Orbak-fur coat out of the way as his first volley of shots miss. "H-hey! Perhaps this Gand should withdraw, to bring the ship around!" The brave Gand starts shuffling back away from the monastery while firing wildly. Elrych is an obvious target and two nets go launching toward him - one fails to deploy, but the second deploys and wraps around the Jedi, crackling with a satisfying BZZZZZZZZZT as stun energy convulses through the wounded do-gooder. He fires the last net at random and it goes wide. A Bimm monk scurries into Oozlevort's path and he kicks the Bimm down the stairs. WHOMP.

There's an audiable blip noise for Jacali as Vandred's commsystem returns her request for aid. Getting himself up and on to his feet seems to take some effort - his right leg adjusts itself by revolving his knee so that he can leverage himself up and on to his feet while turning. His body then returns itself to normal - well. Normal enough.

<<"Understood, Jacali! Please continue to extract yourself while I make my way over to you. Please note that my jetpack can carry up to five hundred pounds of weight - but I am not an expert in its usage. If I am disabled, I would advise that you make haste and flee.">> Does he sound worried? Not particularly. Not because of some level of bravery - mostly because he's still sounding obnoxiously pleasant in tone.

His jetpack flares to life and he takes two bounding steps into the melee. His right leg extends an inch or two beyond the norm to make his bound into the air have some 'oomph' to it, and he promptly becomes airborne for a second. The thrust enough to cause him to land near Jacali. And Erisi.

And the melee. But that's a secondary thought.

The battle isn't so fierce that Malik doesn't notice when Erisi falls. Elrych does as well, in the embrace of a net, but Erisi is bleeding all over the snow, crimson against white, in a way that the downed Jedi isn't. Sebek seems to be getting a little unhinged, the fight could be reaching a difficult place...

He turns to press the attack, ignoring the valid suggestions to call up the ship, the nagging voice at the back of the mind that says time might be of the essence for Erisi. This is not a compassionate creature, and if he feels for Erisi, it's all vengeance, that white hot-fury mixed with a misguided sense of justice that burns hot and fierce.

The onslaught is fast and ugly, and ends with a blow that has Rey wounded and down in the snow, but the hand on the red blade stays, damage not quite what it could have been.

"Call them off," her assailant suggests, "Call off your dogs, unless they want to see their master lose her head. Gather them up and leave this place, or this ends badly for all of you."

A pause, and a dry edge to the tone audible even through the distortion. "And if Ben Solo lives? Tell him Malik Ren sends his regards."

When the attack comes that slides up the back of the woman in white, her outer-layer poncho is sliced up the middle and she drops down to a knee before spinning around and raising her hand up to throw the Force at him with a burst of Telekinetic strength. Her injury too great, her pain level too high. Rey is down on one knee with her lightsaber growling at her side. She looks around the battle at the others, at Elrych in a stun net and Yuun charging to help, at the others.

Rey unclips her comm link from her belt. "Chewie." She says in to the comm with staggered breath. "Bring the Falcon." She's hurt, the Wookiee will likely be able to hear it.

She looks then to Malik and at what he's done here, what he continues to do here. But ultimately her eyes go to Syrus, her stare levels upon him and she tries to stand up, clearly in a world of pain all within herself.

"Fall back!" Rey shouts to her friends, with the sound of a ship's engines roaring in the distance. The Falcon is inbound.

Syrus' erratic strikes are counterble but one gets far to close for comfort, catching Elrych off guard. It's enough to let Errods second attack slip in unnoticed and strike hard into his torse, the sharp electrified prongs ribbing through flesh. Blood soaks he Jedi's robe as he staggers, free hand clutching the wound, a yelp of pain. "It is seriously going to take a week to..."

Elrych is cut off, sent flying into the darkness of unconciouness as the stun netting wraps around him and electrifies him. His blade deactivates and the entire ball (El-ball) goes rolling through the snow, capturing some of it... making him look more like the bottom part of a snow man. Some sort of vision of simplicty and good among this brutal battlefield. He misses Malik strike Rey. Sometimes when you talk too much game, it comes around and bites you in the butt.

It's a few moments but the Groggy Elrych, in much pain and discomfort, manages to realize just what happened. "Ah Frell..." A perfect Duel ruined by his own ineptitude and unfocus. Must train harder, longer, faster. He think's he can hear the voices of Rey, maybe Aryn... Either way, he gathers the force and starts to roll that snow ball of himself towards one of the Allies. "Help... someone... hello?"

Ban Iskender continues his elegant defense against Sebek, a parry, a dodge, and parry and riposte- He instinctively braces, sword held upright before him as Vosaurd sends pure force at him, skidding back en garde through the snow, but unhurt and undeterred. As Sebek orders away his ally to duel Ban properly, the nobleman inclines his head and offers a short salute to the Knight of Ren. "So be it then, sir-" be intones, preparing for the clash of arms to come- but his words are interrupted as an errant Yuun sweeps through and wounds the other with a lightsaber. A terse exhale. "Alas, a melee seems a poor field for chivalry, sir. Are you fit to continue?" he asks of Sebek, knowing that the longer these foes can be delayed, the more Bimms will escape. As the battle takes a grim and bloody turn around them, he presses his attack on the Falleen.

When Rey calls a retreat, the young soldier spares an instant to call back, "What of the Bimms?"

Then Rey goes down and Jax is on the run towards the jedi paragon, his blue sabber hissing as the snow he knocks up sublimes into water vapor. It's only through the gifts that the force grants him that he stops on a dime as he's about to attack when Rey calls the jedi off. Jax stops his saber pointed defensively as his left hand goes to help Rey up, "I got you, Rey." He looks to Syrus with a shake of his head. Then to Malik, "Let us take the Bimm. They mean nothing to you. YOu have the treasurse of the past. YOu can gather your plunder unbothered by them."

Upon becoming a Knight of Ren and promptly having the everloving sithspit beaten out of him multiple times, the lean mean green Falleen had been taught pain. A certain He Who Learns had inflicted the first grievous wound and aside from stopping him from dying on the spot, there was no treatment, no succour from the ravages of agony. Every following wound, from battle or Force-beast or merely from angering He Who Leads one too many times, received no relief. She Who Ignites, now dying pitifully in the snow, had taught that pain brought power. But power, for all of its glory, was nothing without control.

And control was a fickle thing, ever dancing from the grasp of Sebek of the Desert.

"No!" was the hiss, the guttural cry, all velvet and luxury having evaporated. In one twist, the helmet was wrenched from the head of He Who Hunts, revealing a reptilian humanoid with so much bling he'd get maybe five dollars from a pawnshop. Countless earrings, topknot wreathed in gold, and thick winged eye makeup. Now, Falleens tended to normally be green, a lovely sort of shade that spoke to coolness and rationality.

Sebek was beet red.

"No no no no no NO!" Behold, the meltdown. Yuun's first strike across his right side had inflicted more than pain. It had inflicted insult. Regulating an insult took levels of control that the Falleen lacked entirely. The third strike from the acrobatic Jedi was deflected not at the blade but at the wrist, basically punched away with brutish simplicity, as Sebek moved with alacrity unbeheld even by him. Pain wracked him as he fell further into the Dark Side far beyond what he ever intended, black tendrils tracing along the path his warm-blooded veins occupied underneath his skin. The Dark Side giveth, and the Dark Side taketh. The Falleen hunched and twitched as he now served as a blazing beacon of anger, his joy for glorious combat overwhelmingly crushed by rage. His elegance, mobility, and refinement had given way to something not entirely sapient. Fall back? Call them off? Chivalry? All concepts now foreign to the madman. "Die," he hissed as he swung his sword like a cudgel against Yuun. "Die!" No face should be capable of being twisted so. "DIE!" he screamed as he devolved into an insane, snarling animal.

There's a call for general retreat just after Aryn jumps to one side to avoid being snagged by a stun net. "Mother save me." Aryn grunts, pushing back up and yelling to Ban. "The fight is not ours, Ban. Rey calls for retreat!" Looking over to Elrych who is calling for help, Aryn calls upon her own command of the force, but rather than lifting a net off of the man, she throws him further into the snow.

She reaches down to activate her MCA P-1 deflectorand runs after the poor Corellian she just threw. "Hooooooooold on, Elrych! Sooooooooooooooooooooorry!" Aryn Cole, the worst Jedi.

Yuun was able to move give Aryn breathing room, though as Sebek begins to grow in anger, he could feel the dark side eminating from him. He could feel the anger and rage coming from Sebek as he screams out 'DIE' to Yuun. Yuun brings his blade up in a mid-guard and he moves towards Sebek, keeping himself between Sebek, Ban and Aryn, "Get back to Rey, also help Elrych, I will be there shortly." he says and that's all he says as Sebeks blade comes in at him.

Yuun moves from side to side, only short movements as he moves defensively. Evading the strikes, though he slips as he attempts to bring his blue blade under Sebek's guard. Yuun isn't daunted by this, he rolls his blade over his right hand, grabbing it with his left and stabbing through Sebek's left side through skin and ribs. He then steps in trying to finish the fight with a strike to the head but Sebek ducks and Yuun hops back a step. Yuun glances around seeing the others retreating and he begins to fall back but slowly.

"Erisi!" Syrus bellies as he sees the woman taken down. Turning away from Elrych even before he's taken down by Oozlevort, Syrus begins marching towards Yuun, saber held down and to the side. "Look at me, Yuun!" he barks at the man who's just cut Sebek down. "You'll die before I let you leave, Yuun," he growls, his lightsaber doing the same as he hefts it up and begins swinging at the man.

Erisi is down, Sebek is down, the other Knights are.... who knows what they're doing. Something with jetpacks and disappointment. Errod is still on his feet, still holding a weapon, and he advances steadfastly on the next Jedi when Elrych rolls off in a net out of his reach and presumably out of the fight.

There's no more rambling, now, just focused determination as he comes forward, the pinkish plasma fizzling in the snow where it drags beside him for a moment before he lashes out at Yuun, the blade whipping through empty air once, clashing against the defensive slant of the lightsaber's blade on the next, flying harmlessly away from its target.

Domino does her best to provide cover to Erisi, Jacali, and Vandred, blocking Erisi's prone form with her body, and impossingly stanced as she can manage with her blaster ready to fire anyone who approaches as they collect the fallen. She stops firing UNLESS anyone looks like they want to step near or intefere with the evac of Erisi and the Doc's support team. Realizing that she's unlikely to become a target has done wonders for her nerve. She calls over her shoulder <<Doc! You need help stablizing the patient?>>

Doing her level best to mend the fallen Erisi, Jac's attentions are fully focused that way. She doesn't need to look elsewhere, she has her 'friends' for all that, apparently. Inside her helm, her brows are knitted in concentration as she carefully goes about a quick stitch of the biggest threat to the woman's life, dulling the pain in the process with the spray she has in hand. Skilled hands work quickly, nimble fingers ensuring that she'll not die here in the snowy fields, gloved digits tacky and stiff with cooling blood before Dom's words reach her and her chin lifts to look toward her.

<<"Can use all the help I can get. The wound is deep, but I no longer fear for her demise. She can be moved, but let us do so quickly.">> Jacali affords, before turning her head back down to look at Erisi with those bulbous lenses. "Do not move. Any activity could potentially damage you further." She nods at that before stnading, retrieving a cloth from her satchel to wipe at her blooded hands, <<"Your assistance is appreciated.">> That's probably the nicest thing Jac has ever said to anyone, and it's clearly directed to Domino.

<<"Vandred. -Carry- her... do not fly her into a cliff. Take her to the ship... I must ensure the others are intact.">> With that, she's pacing off to do her duty, leaving Erisi in the care of Domino and at the mercy of Vandred's incompetence.

Up comes Vandred's E-11 as he begins to step back and assist Jacali in retreating. His left foot twists as he raises it, tendons and joints shifting themselves so that his foot lands sideways. His right foot on the backwards step proceeds in much the same manner, until his legs are facing the wrong way. Or the right way - since he's walking backwards. He keeps his E-11 braced against his upper torso in the appropriate firing stance. <<"Overwatch confirmed, Doctor.">> He pauses as he hears Elrych's call for assistance.

"I'm afraid we're on opposite sides, and I cannot aid you. As we're all very politely and nicely moving back, perhaps one of your colleagues will be able to assist you. I recommend they do not touch the netting." He pauses, head swiveling too far to be comfortable to glance behind himself, bending his knees so that he can step over a piece of fallen rock. He even steps slightly to the side to avoid the rest.

"Oh dear, it looks like your colleague is badly hurt," He offers to Jacali as he stops. He drops down on to one knee, which is an awful visual as both of his legs are now facing entirely the wrong way, and raises his E-11. He doesn't start shooting - after all, Malik and Rey both agreed on stopping combat. "Very good form, Miss." He offers this to Domino.

"Of course, Jacali!" He practically chirps this out this to her even as he begins to put away his E-11, and starts slipping his hands under Erisi's form. There's a pause, and then his arms begin to slowly stretch themselves out. You know. Form a nice cradle to carry Erisi in. His fingers and palms begin to stretch out, causing the elastic bodyweave under his armour to begin to stretch.

And stretch.

"Please make sure she doesn't move. It would be uncomfortable for her."

Oozlevort fires a few more nets, but his prize - Elrych Cometburn - goes rolling off despite all of the crackling energy of his stun net. Eventually the moisture of the snow shorts out the poorly-maintained netting and it stops that annoying BZZZZZZZZZT-ing. "Oozlevort will get the ship!" he says to Jacali. The Orbak-fur clad findsman goes waddling down the steps of the mountain, through the village, toward where the Knights of Ren parked their polluting dungeon ship.

"Let you take the Bimm?" Malik Ren echoes Jax, with a laugh that sounds harsh and unnatural through his silver and black masked helmet. "You ask this of me? You, who I watched fall at the Acolyte cannon, who I defeated twice on Nar Shaddaa, who came to spew self-righteous drivel at me on Rori, and who even now cut apart my Knight?" He gestures at poor Erisi, fallen to Jax's blade. "You dare to ask mercy of me? You /dare/?"

Again, for the second time tonight, Jax gets a one word answer.

"No."

One black-gloved hand reaches out and snatches up a fleeing Bimm, a young adult or teenager, and throws him with uncompromising telekinetic force toward where the Jedi have a chance to make their exit. Poor Innocent Bimm howls through the air until he hits a tree trunk and falls. Still alive, but only just. Malik continues. "You want a Bimm? There's one. Take it and go, before I give your mother something to be too-tough-to-cry about. Again."

Domino kneels beside Erisi "I know what I'm doing. " She yanks out a reflective thermal blanket and makes an Erisi Grrritto before supporting the woman's neck and shoulderrs trying to support Erisi as much as possible into Vandred's grasp "Yeah, well, Discomfort is sort of her thing so we better kriffin book it someplace proper to patch her up." A pause and a squint, "Wait, Who the kriff are you again?"

The Millennium Falcon roars over head and sweeps around before it comes to settle in on the nearby floor. Beneath the cockpit of the ship a panel opens and a blaster extends down. It doesn't hesitate to start to fire on the Knights of Ren. The Wookiee inside of the cockpit doesn't hold back, and he starts sending shot after shot at the enemies of the Jedi to provide a cover-fire for their retreat.

Rey accepts the help from Jax, and observes Malik's response to the call for mercy upon the Bimm. There's little they can do though. "We have to go!" Rey makes the difficult call, turning to the Corellian Freighter as she looks after Aryn chasing after Elrych. "Help her, Jax, if you can." She states before moving toward the ship.

At the gangplank of the ship, Rey holds on to it, barely able to stand she tries to wait for her companions though, clutching the ramp's lowered metal pylon, with unlit lightsaber still in her hand. "Ben." Rey quietly says, barely above a whisper..

Elrych is getting zapped again as Aryn pushes him further away across the field and out of the battle. "OAHhhhhhhrggg!" He exclaims! He think's he can hear Syrus among the clashes of of sabers as the El-ball comes to another stop. "It sounds like you're attacking from a place of Anger Syrus! You should see someone about that!" HE has to shout, and that shouting takes energy. He moans in pain as the wound Errod scored starts to work it's way around what ever adrenaline he had pumping through his wounded body. He reaches out with the force again, sending himself towards where he think Aryn is but only succeeding in zapping himself into unconciousness again.

Sebek didn't 'duck' so much as 'collapse in a puddle'. There was a thing about learning lessons that the Falleen had been thinking about before and as the rage was literally stabbed out of him by He Who Dances, he realised that he was in for yet another seminar on pain. Now his left side was going to have a scar matching his right! Ugh, beautiful symmetry. Floomp! Without even the good grace to remain conscious like his dearly least-hated She Who Ignites, he hit the snow like a lead balloon. Well done, Sebek. Another day, another ass-kicking.

Jax looks at the figure of Malik Ren and releases Rey. There's a flash in his eyes and then it's gone. He'd pushed something down. He eyes Malik for a monet. Then he releases his saber and walks across the way to Elrych. He pulls out a knife and cuts the younger Corellian Jedi. "I got you." The stun net not phasing him. "Doctor. Can you help the child? Since I can't."

With Jax correcting Aryn's mistake, the doctor moves instead, to the discarded Bimm sent airborne to hit a tree. She deactivates her weapon, switches off the deflector shield on her belt, and checks over the sentient for any spinal type injuries. Observing that they are moving their legs, feet, arms, hands, fingers, and head was enough to clue Aryn in that it could be moved.

"Hey, don't know if you know what I'm saying, but I'm gonna give you one of these.." A thumbs up. "And one of these." Follow me gesture.

The pair work together to head to the Falcon.

Yuun finds himself on the defensive, still the young initiate is holding his own, parrying and blocking attacks that are coming at him quickly from multiple opponents, he is pushed back and he keeps his mind focus. He pushes back the blow, though while doing this, he notices that the others are able to get Elrych. Thundering laser fire comes from the Falcon, he ducks and rolls away and begins moving towards Jax, Elrych and Aryn, "Come on, we need to go." he says as he begins guarding them as they head back to the Falcon.

Domino focuses her attention on tending to Erisi. She's not the doc so it takes more fussing and rummaging about her zippers and too-tiny medpack "Why did this seem like a good idea?!" she grumbles to herself as she, Vandred, and Erisi retreat.

Erisi does a good job of being a good compliant body.

With the Jedi on the retreat, for now, Errod warily maintains a combat-ready position, his electro-whip held with the point pointed at the Falcon. A hand reaches up to pull off his faceless mask when they've withdrawn, taking a deep breath of the cool air, tossing the helmet down into the snow. "Hell has a name, and it is whatever mutation twists those people. And you, too," he says of Malik, gesturing with a wave at the other man.

His wild, bloodshot eyes stare from above his overgrown mustache. "I would walk naked through the cold void of space and plunge my hands into the chest of the dead god who died regretting his mistake in giving our feeble little minds this bizarre power you all seem to wield if it meant the galaxy were stripped of it for good." The blade dies and he stows it over his shoulder once again. "It's a curse worse than any I have ever witnessed in all of my years. A cancer. This night has cemented that for me. Now let us see what our blood has bought." He moves to enter the monastery.

The Falcon is able to escape with its passengers -- and the Bimm Malik threw, if they choose to take him -- and escape to safety, leaving the Knights of Ren behind with the smoking soon to be ruins of Cainneach Cairbre. The once peaceful monastery and settlement suffers the collapse of a burning wooden tower, then Malik turns and starts walking toward the stone structure, heedless of fleeing Bimms all over the place. Syrus is already headed this way!

"Burn everything," Malik instructs the Knights who are not being ferried away for medical attention. "Burn every text, every tome, every manuscript that you find in here, every book, every painting, every page."

Errod opines, 'Hell has a name, and it is whatever mutation twists those people, and you.'

Malik pauses to regard him for a moment, perhaps amusement of all things can be read into the tilt of the helmeted head. "Don't be precious. What is it you think we're doing here? Peace is built by those who don't deserve it, Zand."

He laughs, and walks toward the flames.