Blitz at Cato Neimoidia

[johma]

As Spellca threw out his handles, johma felt his weapond eactivate and realized what had happened. Without breaking stride he jumped over the attack sent by Spellca, he was far from helpless without his weapon and to assume otherwise was a grave mistake. He jump carried him into a forward flip which he planned to use to lend momentum for a kick aimed at the back of the Sith's head when his legs came back down, however, his foot went through the dark lord's head as if it were made of air and despite not being struck, he felt a terrible pain where the lightsabers had been aimed.

He hit the ground in a roll clutching his gut as he got to his feet and he saw Spellca, standing in a different spot than his attack path would have led him to be. Realizing it was an illusion, he felt insulted that he was facing someone who knew nothing but these tricks. Jumping back, Johma returned his lightsaber to his belt.
"It seems you as poor a warrior as you claimed your master to be." Johma said as he recovered as his right foot slid forward and he brought his hands up.
"In fact, I doubt I would even need my weapon to fight a combatant of you caliber."

Pushing off with his left foot, Johma darted in, the force visibly rippling around his hands, forearms, shins and feet. Once in range he launched a knife hand strike, aimed directly to the solar plexus oh his foe. The cortosis in Spellca's lightsabers wouldn't save him this time, and Johma was ready for the little mind-games.

[Emperor Spellca]

"Good." Spellca let the attack land, the wind was ripped from his body and he collapsed backwards. Almost instinctively, a Force Repulse was unleashed and created a sudden defensive perimeter around the downed Sith.

His body began to glow and there was another burst of energy before the Zabrak Dark Lord stood up. "Well trained Zabraks, like myself, have an ability to reach an...equilibrium that allows a more equal distribution of damage. In terms a warrior race may understand, it is similar the Force of Will trait seen in masters of Teras Kasi. I commend your bravery to assault me in unarmed combat but a Jedi should not descend into the chaos of a common brawler."

The Sith kept his distance on purpose. He wanted to push the Jedi to his limits. "I will admit, that did leave a nice impact bruise. Perhaps some internal bleeding but it is nothing I can't control the with Force and something ultimately dealt with my legion of medical droids."

[johma]

Seeing and feeling the attack land on his foe. Johma followed up with a graceful jump the allowed him to bring his leg up and have in come swinging down in a fluid yet devastating ax kick, aimed at the top of the Sith's head. However, as he descended Johma noticed the Force repulse surround the Emperor and his heel connected with the barrier. He was tossed back by the repulse and went into a back flip, landing softly, as if he had only stepped off a curb.

Then another burst and Spellca was on his feet. Johma resumed his ready stance and his face was blank, perfectly calm and without conflict.
"Echani martial arts are far from a common brawling style." He replied evenly. Having gone back to his roots, Johma was now serene, comfortable, and even more so, he was getting to know what Spellca was. And the majority of what he could feel was pity. He saw a man who could have been so much more, Jedi or Sith, but he had fallen, and was now lost in his own rage and lust.

"Come Spellca, there is more to you. This needs to end soon." He said as the ripples of the force around his limbs coming back to full focus once more.. Johma now stood strait, his left side leading while his right was tucked behind him at the small of his back. It was an ancient style that his family developed, a sign that he would not hold back in the slightest.

[Emperor Spellca]

"I sense your feelings towards me...young Jedi...pity, perhaps?" The Sith entered a state of Battle Meditation as the orbital bombardment began in the distance. "Do you feel the lives lost, Jedi? Do you hear the screams and the calls for their lives? It is calming to know they are finally free of your oppression. If you Jedi scum wish to continue to keep your power in the galaxy, I suggest you scatter from this word at once before my fleet moves onward."

The Sith began to walk off. He looked back and said casually. "Keep him back..." Four Royal Guards came out of a cloaked state - two behind the Jedi and two in front. At the same time a large group of six snipers had set up posts surrounding him. "I want him alive."

One of the guard's nodded and they entered an attack stance with their Vibra-Pikes. The Sith moved towards where he sensed his two Sith underlings and a powerful Jedi Master.

[Neah Walker]

Neah slid his hand down and felt his saber slide out from his inner sleeve adn fall into his hand. The jedi was moving slowly. But neither him nor the other sith wwent for the kiling blow. Why was that though neah never had a problem killing jedi before. But this one was blind but he still was a jedi so he had to die. Neah felt pity towards teh jedi and Looked at the other sith. "Well i guess ill have the honor of killing this one then." Neah walked slowly over to the jedi. Neah stopped a few feet from the jedi and looked at him. Neah then used telepathy and spoke inside the jedis Head 'I know that you can hear me and i sense darkness inside you you keep it hidden well from the jedi but not from the sith you have fought very honorably and i commend you for it now i shall give you a death worthy of a jedi.' Neah raised his saber to strike but stopped. This was way to easy the jedi must have something planned. Neah used Force push and pushed away the Lightsaber pike. He then used a force pull and took away the jedis saber he had at his side. Neah activated it and made a x formation near the chest of the jedi. "Last chance kanta you want to kill him or shall I?"

[johma]

"Indeed, I can see the lost potential." Johma replied and started to slowly walk forward, this style wasn't one to be rushed. It was methodical and precise. Then Spellca's minions uncloaked. Johma had been so focused on his opponent that he hadn't noticed these arrivals. ow that he focused he also noticed the snipers.
"It seems we shall meet later." He said as he turned his attention to the Royal guards.

While he was confidant that he could take down Spellca with unarmed techniques, this kind of opposition wouldn't be the same situation. He pulled his lightsaber from his belt and activated it.
""This is your one chance to stand aside." Johma said as he gripped the weapon with both hands and settled in the opening stance of Ataru.

The first guard came in and slashed at Johma with the standard force pikes that they were known to wield. Johma used a quick parry while jumping into the air to avoid a blaster bolt from a sniper. A vicious roundhouse sent another guard flying into one of his companions. As Johma landed he noticed a pike being thrust toward him. Pulling his legs in, he landed on the shaft of the weapon before slashing out with his weapon, sending the man staggering back before he fell to his knees.

Vaulting off the pike before the man fell, Johma deflected two more shots off to the side, one slamming into a guard, leaving Johma with two of the guards and all of the snipers to contend with. The two remaining guards attack, one with a thrusting attack, the other with a slash. Johma stepped forward, catching the attack that had been swing in at his by the dull part of the weapon and parrying the other attack away before jumping into the air and dragging the gaurd up with him. He spun into the air and tossed the robed man to the ground as he deflected two bolts, one being sent back to the sniper and striking him down.

Once more he feel to the ground and blocked a pike attack which kept him in the air. Seeing the man he had thrown recovering, Johma thrust his right hand out, gripping him with the force and dragging him into the pah of a blaster bolt. Now there were only five snipers and one guard.
"Perhaps I was dishonest. You may still leave." Johma said as he shifted back to the stance of Makashi. He could sense the mixture of fear and resolve in the man and gave a small nod of respect. This was a foe that was loyal to his cause.
"Very well." He said once it was clear that the guardsman wasn't going to run. Though the remaining snipers were moving away, either abandoning their posts or being called away.

Johma came in, stabbing at the guardsman's chest which resulted in his weapon being parried. Johma ducked under a jab and weaved around a slash, swinging his own weapon in which was blocked, this was a man who was well trained indeed. After a quick but furious exchange, Johma had disarmed his opponent, sending his weapon flying away while pushing him back with the force.
"It's over. Johma said as he deactivated his blade and clipped it to his belt.
"I'm fairly sure I can guess how Spellca deals with failure, but you didn't fail, there is no way I can stop him now." Johma said softly.
"You have a choice, you can surrender or keep fighting. Either way, the choice is yours." He said as he nodded to the force pike that the guard had landed next to.

Johma couldn't let such a man die helpless to defend himself. The guard chose to grab his weapon once more and stabbed at Johma. The Echani warrior stepped in, shifting his torso to avoid the strike and his hand came up, a powerful palm strike knocking the helmet away before the edge of his hand struck the base of the man's neck, rendering him unconscious.

He reached for his commlink and flicked it on.
"Bring in the Gliding Relic on my location." He said before relaying his position to the pilot in his ship. He looked down at the only man he had been able to spare. The man hadn't failed in his duty and hadn't surrendered. He had just been defeated. If he chose to return to the Emperor, this was the most likely situation in which he would be spared from the man's true wrath.

As he waited he stretched out with the force and felt the terrible loss this world had suffered and then the presence of Master Min. Sinking his mind into the force he spoke to the Council member as he felt the presence of the two Sith he was facing.
"Master Min, this is Johma. Spellca was able to escape, do you require assistance?" Johma then fell to one knee. He was exhausted, mostly mentally. His battle with Spellca had taken it's toll, and the battle with his guards hadn't done him any good either. Still, if he was needed, Johma would stand and fight until he collapsed.

Seeing the Gliding Relic coming in for a landing, he waited for his fellow Jedi's answer. His confrontation with the Emperor was over for now, though he had the feeling that their battle had just begun. And Johma vowed right there, while on one knee, that he would die a Jedi long before he fell to Spellca's will.

[Sal-Kari-Min]

Min was deep in a state of meditation - he had made it so he could not hear a single thing the Sith said. He was deep within the Force and ready to die happily to merge with the Force. His body slowed but in his focus, he freed himself from the Sith attack - his heart rate increased to normal, his nerve function began to surge once more, his senses increased and he was ready for anything.

He heard Johma call through the Force and he replied. I am in quite the situation, young Knight. If you wish to come to my location, do it not to save me...no, that is not the Jedi way to hold onto people or objects. Come to ensure these Sith cannot kill another being.

The Jedi called his pike to his hand, flipped backwards from his sitting position and landed a few feet back. Sensing the Shatterpoint on the ceiling, and putting two and two together, Min hit it with a powerful Force Push causing it to collapse. Activating his weapon and holding it out between both Sith, he breathed in and out before smirking. "May the Force be with you both..." The Master lectured to the Sith. "I feel you both have good within you and can be saved from Spellca's darkness. I may have darkness in my heart, but I know it is there and I use it every day to ensure darkness doesn't take the hearts, minds and lives of others. Always, the Force shall be with you."

Swinging his pike around in a taunting manner and charging Force Lightning in his spare hand, he cried out through the Force. To Death!

[Kanta O'mur]

Kanta slowly backed up, as the Sith spoke to him. He did not act scared, and indeed was not doing it out of fear. Rather, he was preparing to escape from the collapsed roof, when he had the chance.
"You can take his life for now Neah."
Of course, Kanta had no plans to surrender the life of that Jedi, rather he would take out two birds with one stone. He had a plan, and would very soon be able to let it unfold.

But, his plan would never see fruition, as the Jedi was able to easily escape the two Sith for a split second, and in that time, the Shatterpoint he had once sensed was gone, as the Jedi manipulated his knowledge of the Force.

The Jedi began to speak, about how he could sense good in each of their souls. Kanta knew he had a good side, and he knew where it was; back on Csilla. He would avoid coming in contact with the good he once had, and would ensure the power of the Empire floods across all systems. This Jedi was no more than a token to symbolize a new bump in the road.

As the Jedi bellowed through the Force, Kanta smirked, his red blade held close to his chest. This Jedi would feel the brunt of a Sith Lord at its finest.

[Neah Walker]

Neah Nodded his head and smiled as he was about to cut the jedi in half. The the jedi suddenly Flipped back words. He cursed under his breath as he looked at the jedi. Neah Stood his ground as he heard the jedi speak about there being good still inside him. Neah spat on the ground at the jedi as the jedi said "May the force be with you." "Dont make me laugh jedi My father tried to put that crap into my head since i was in the cradle and you know what i did to him I killed him and my mother for trying to put that crap in my head!" Neah Did feel a little guilty about killing his mother though she was somewhat innocent but still she sided with his father.

Neah changed his stance to that of the Makashi style. He twirled the sabers in his hands the blades hummed as he started walking towards the jedi. neah walked slowly at first then quickly turned into a sprint. He ran at the jedi as he raised his left hand and began to slash from the side. But he kept his right hand in a guarding fashion to protect himself from the force lightning or a attack by the pike saber. "Im going to take that pike from your cold dead hands jedi it will make a excellent starter for my collection."

[johma]

Johma narrowed his eyes in confusion at Min's specifications as to why he should arrive. Johma felt that both matters were a priority. Deciding to just move along, he climbed into his ship and the pilot started heading over to the casino. The Echani Jedi sat down in one of the chairs in the passenger section so he could relax and focus once more. He started taking deep, even breaths and cleared his head. The battle with Spellca had left him shaken, but he needed his resolve. The fight for this world was not yet over.

Soon the casino was in sight. Johma's eyes snapped open and he stood, confidant and steady once more. He could feel the fatigue, but he had gained a second wind. It wouldn't last him as long, but after Spellca, his underlings wouldn't be as bad, particularly with Master Min at his side. Johma tossed aside his green cloak, leaving him in his grey robes as the shuttle swung down, opening the bay doors. Johma made sure to project his presence, hopefully to distract the two Sith Min was facing as he leaped from the ship, falling the twenty-five feet to the ground and landing lightly.

Now he pushed off and headed to the casino. He hadn't been able to stop Spellca, but there was still his people to deal with. Perhaps they wouldn't run like their master had done.

[Sal-Kari-Min]

"Not today, Darth." The lightning vanished as Min's lightsaber pike jammed forward catching the wild slashes with ease. Lashing upward, he opened the Sith's body to an attack blasting a powerful Force Push into him with the intent on sending him into the corner of the casino while Min stalled the assassin before Johma arrived.

The Master was still up to fighting but he was fatigued by the Dark Side - this had been his more intense fight in years. He felt as if he needed to draw out his aggression and his hatred to win and he easily could have but it would have made him no better than his Sith foes. Pointing his weapon at the blue Sith, the master nodded. "If I shall die, I shall die a Jedi. This is your last chance to flee, Sith. Your military has obviously taken the world from the safety of the Republic...why waste any more of your time here?"

The Master ended a defensive stance with the lightsaber pike in his firm grasp.

[Kanta O'mur]

Kanta watched and waited, and as he saw the second Sith get pushed aside, he knew it was his turn to try and slay this Jedi. the only difference would be that Kanta would not fail.
The Jedi was certainly fond of the idea of being a Jedi, even in death. Kanta held his weapon close to himself, as he slowly moved in to face the Jedi.

"Why should I leave the corpse, when there is still food for the picking? The planet is won, but with the chance to kill a Jedi, I do not think I will be gone any time soon."
He placed his left foot in front of his right, and then did the same with the right, and continued as he slowly made his way towards the Jedi, an aura of dark energy slowly building in his hands.
"You have lost todays efforts. Why should I have to leave? If you and your Republic go quickly, I may let your companion live."
The energy of a new Jedi as not hard to sense, especially when said Jedi tried to make it even more noticeable. Kanta would not fall for any cheap tricks this second Jedi had.

The darkness around his hands started to pulsate, and as it did, Kanta began his attack; launching himself forward with the power of the Force, he swung up at the Jedi, hoping the chivalrous bastard would hold his ground. Kanta had built up a powerful amount of energy in his hands, and if the two sabers met, he would be able to unleash the power and easily shatter any defences the Jedi could bolster.

[Neah Walker]

Neah grunted as his saber blast was blocked he was about to impale the jedi when the jedi sent a powerful force push at him. Neah Roared as he was sent into a far corner of a casino. Neah hit against the cement hard and fell to the ground. Neah lay there for a few moments and suddenly his hands twitched. He slowly raised his head and his eyes had changed to that of the sith color. Neah let out a a loud snarl. The area around neah began to shake and the machines around him began to be crushed by the force from neahs anger. Neah then used his forced enhanced speed and crouched down low bu enough for him to run as he charged at the jedi. Neah noticed a small opening in the jedis defenses and he would defiantly take the advantage. He the attempted to impale the jedi through the upper right thigh. But should that fail he would use his other free hand to try and cut off one of the jedis hands with the Cho mai technique.

[johma]

As Johma approached he could sense the rise in the force from one of the Sith fighting Min, apparently the Jedi master had seriously angered one of his foes. Once he entered, Johma noted the situation and decided on his course of action. As Neah ran in at Min, Johma called upon the force to increase his jumping power and speed and leaped at the attacking Sith. His arc through the air was quick enough that he actaully left after-images as he came in and swung his blade for a parry to the Sith's attack.

Even if the parry worked or not, Johma would make a graceful landing and face his foes with his weapon griped in the basic stance of Ataru. It was considered a difficult style to use within an in-closed area, but that was because it's practitioners rarely used their surroundings that way Johma did.
"Sorry if I'm late. I was a bit busy with your master before he ran away." Johma said as he readied himself for the next phase of battle.

[Emperor Spellca]

Spellca arrived at the bridge of his personal Super Star Destroyer Warbringer and met with the invasion's commander who has been controlling the battle from orbit. "Fill me in, commander."

The man turned, bowed and nodded. "Yes, my lord. The Republic fleet is taking unsustainable punishment. The Jedi, Republic ground forces and localized militia are fighting tooth and nail for the various cliff cities across the world but the recent orbital bombardments have reduced numerous cliff cities into slag and ash. We had a ground of protocol droids run the numbers, victory is nearly assured."

Spellca gripped the man's throat lightly, not in a choke but just a sign of power. "Nearly?"

The grip loosened completely to let the man speak clearly. "There is always a chance of enemy reinforcements, my lord. The Kashyyyk fleet arrived not long ago but we have already pushed most of their ships to the brink. If you demand, we will send another wave of ground troops supported by vehicles as a show of force."

"Consider it a demand." The Dark Lord exited the bridge and went down to his meditation chamber. Entering the Force, he began to meditate - his plan was assault the morale of the Republic forces while rallying the Sith units to drive home the victory.