Jedi Special Investigation Unit

[MikDaTv]

Jor caught the lightsaber "Well Kamille, the first thing we're going to do is get a leg up on this situation."

He pointed to Tess. "You, are going to go into Med Bay, get Sable on a table and make sure she's alright. When she wakes up your going to apologize for what you did. Sable will decide your fate."

He pointed to Aura. "You are going to shut up, disarm yourself stay in our custody. Your going to attend your sisters accolade and then your going to go to Coruscant with Nisha and are going to testify at her trial and then stand your own. The Jedi will petition that you be released into our custody and trust me, you'd prefer to go to prison."

He pointed to Savard. "You, are going to shut your damn mouth my former apprentice. I'm really trying to come up with a reason to defend you but you keep cutting the legs out from under that effort. Your half the man you used to be. You've got to be pulling my leg with all the nerf dung you've put us through today. Your lucky you decided to fall apart so close to Med Bay."

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Genie let the Force flow through her body. She was good at using the Force to enhance her own body and now that Genie had calmed down a little she was adjusting to the droids speed. It was still blindingly quick, just not shockingly so.

Even so, she was at a significant disadvantage. She prepared to attempt slicing the droids arm off before it could punch her but it was taller, heavier, faster and stronger. Even if she succeeded the droids followup attack would already be within range. If she'd been standing she'd have had some maneuverability.

Her saving grace came in the form of a man with a staff. "Fus!" John belted out at the top of his lungs, pointing the end of his staff right at the droids back. A narrow blast of telekinetic Force cannonballed from the end of his staff towards the droid.

John had run all the way from the tram terminal to the Temple's main entrance and was out of breath. He took a few deep breaths before slamming his staff into the ground and leaned on it. "Hey tin man. play with someone your own size."

[Damocles]

Kamille looked at Jor "Right, I guess we should cut to the chase right?" He asked he then shook his head "Sorry I didn't mean, I mean...I'll just cut the chatter and...dammit" Kamille said trying not to make too many jokes. Drake placed his hand on Kamille's shoulder "Don't worry about it Kamille, I'm just glad you didn't need my help, nice to know you can stand on your own unlike some people" he said shaking his head about Savard, when the guy yelled about his dick Drake laughed "Ha...unick" he said under his breath.

Drake turned to Jor "We got more important things to worry about than whether or not Savard will pull himself together, like the whole force orb thing and that cult. I have a feeling that this is going to come down to a foot race to the last orb" Drake turned to Savard "You should probably sit this one out just saying"

Kamille nodded "Well, we need to locate the last ball and not the ones he just lost" he said ponting back at Savard "Awesome" Drake said to Kamille "Just awesome, I'm proud of you" he said.

[Gamov]

Nisha was less than surprised when her attack was dissipated by Mirka. Even a novice Jedi could have defeated a simple telekinetic wave. But when the snow and ice shards that had followed in its wake had been frozen into a wall in front of her, Nisha allowed herself to crash straight through it, her body cloaked in a shroud of dark energy being drawn from her anger.

The few minor cuts and scrapes she received on smashing through the wall of ice, coupled with the sudden shock of cold that bit into her, gave her focus and the foresight to sidestep Mirka's lightsaber at the last possible second.

Time seemed to slow for her as Nisha skillfully pirouetted to the side, her lithe physique providing her with all the flexibility she needed to outmaneuver this old crone of a woman. Mirka might have experience, but Nisha had youth and more than enough anger to sustain her through any physical confrontation.

Gritting her teeth, Nisha let out a violent, almost primal scream as she clenched her hand into a tight fist, wrapping it in a veil of azure lightning before driving straight at Mirka's throat with a powerful punch.

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Before Sigma could even connect with Genie, a sudden burst of energy slammed into his back with all the force of a speeding car. The droid was violently thrown from his feet and sent clattering across the ground, his processors trying to re-calibrate and analyze what had just happened.

It didn't take Sigma long to slow himself though, rolling haphazardly across the tarmac of the air field before his gyroscopic stabilizers kicked in and he spun up to a knee, cutting a wide swathe through the snow as he whirled to face John and Genie.

The droid took a moment to rise back to his feet, gripping a long metallic object in his hand as he did so. As the object pulled free of the snow bank, it was obvious that it was a blaster rifle; one of just a few weapons that had been strewn across the air field amid the debris from the crash.

Shifting the weapon around in his grasp, Sigma's attention flitted between the two Jedi for a moment before he raised the muzzle on John and his targeting systems came into focus. From his perspective, the Jedi was silhouetted a fiery red against the snowy backdrop of the surrounding terrain.

Sigma's thermal imaging systems gave him a clear visual on his target and there was just a fraction of a second of hesitation before he squeezed down on the trigger, unleashing a hail of red blaster bolts on John.

[Roku]

Shipyard:

Mirka knew this kid would out maneuver her, and could easily overpower her in a straight fight. The side stepping was expected, and the follow up attack was also expected. Mirka had underestimated the raw power of Nisha's rage, but luckily she chose the correct counter all the same. She simply placed the lightsaber inbetween Nisha's hand and her neck, and let Nisha do all the work. The reason she did this instead of trying to dodge or block, is because she didn't want to give up position by dodging, and she didn't want to get electrocuted. She figured Nisha was smart enough to not want to stick her hand right through a lightsaber. But she already threw the punch, so stopping the punch and figuring out what else to do would take time. While the sith dealt with correcting that error, Mirka charged up a powerful force push blast, and made it explode outward in all directions. She liked the long range from the beginning of the fight.

[Roku]

Corridors:

Tess nodded, and went over to see Sable who was laying on a medical table. Tess blushed a bit as she had a look at the girl they had been planning to kidnap. So tranquil and peaceful, not seeming angry at Tess' betrayal even though she was aware of her surrounding in her sleep. Tess gave her head a look. A small bump, but she hadn't been hit all that hard. "Sorry..." She told her, before kissing her forehead, and then looking around to see if anyone noticed. She asked the med computer about smelling salts, and found some. She used them to revive Sable, and began to work on healing her head with the force.

Sable was really groggy and heavily drugged, and really didn't know what was going on. But her eyes lit up immediately as she felt him. her brother was just in the hallway. "He actually showed up?" She asked, still not really sure what to think. Tess didn't say another word. She just worked on healing Sable, and giving her water so that her liver would be in healthy condition to process the medication.

Aura crossed his arms. "I'm already disarmed, but that doesn't make me any less dangerous, old man... So you can tell your goon squad to just back off and give me some space. Secondly, it's harder to mess with people with my mouth shut, and I intend to keep it prominently open. Thanks." He said, before giving Jor a sarcastically sheepish grin, and leaning back against one of the walls.

"I wonder what we'll call Savard once he gets his robot legs... "

Clearly the guilt from cleaving his old master in half washed away pretty fast. After a pause, he looked up at Master Halcyon. "One thing Jor... that lightsaber. The purple one that I started the duel with... I was planning to give that to Sable for our shared birthday. It belonged to a royal panathan general. It's extremely expensive."

Savard started to pass out from the injury he suffered, and he had nothing else to say.

Aura looked at the girl who had approached him again, and wondered why she wouldn't say anything.

[MikDaTv]

(OOC: Ok Jace looks like i'm skipping you)

"How about this Aura, if you don't shut up, i'll reach into that teeny tiny mind of yours and block out the knowledge of speech neuron by neuron. If you keep being a little bitch after that, i'll put you in a training ring against Kamille and we'll see what he can do to you when you don't have the drop on him." Jor said giving him the thousand yard stare. "This lightsaber is going into the Vault until it's examined. If and when it's determined that the device is safe, i'll consider giving it to Sable for you."

Just then the medical team that Jor had requested showed up. Jor pointed to Savard on the ground and they immediately went to work bandaging him up and getting him ready to carry down to med bay.

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John Paul felt the sights of the blaster rifle settle on him through the Force before a shot was ever fired. It gave him the split second he needed to shove the end of his staff into the ground and shout "SPAAN!" The Force flowed through the familiar word in his mind and an invisible, wedged shaped shield came up just in front of his vertical staff. The wedge shape of the shield caused the blaster bolts to deflect off of it, careening to the left and right at odd angles. He felt each shot hit the shield like a burst of tingling in his brain. He couldn't hold the shield forever, eventually he'd pass out.

One of the blaster bolts came off the shield towards Genie but she deflected the bolt with her lightsaber, angling it to send the bolt right back to Sigma. It had lost most of it's power deflecting off two surfaces already but something was better than nothing. John's distraction had given her enough time to regain her footing and square off again against the droid. "Hey metal mouth, leave the old man alone! Try that thing on me!"

[Gamov]

Nisha didn't need to think or react to correct her ill timed counterattack as a wave of telekinetic energy burst out from Mirka. She felt the wave wash over her, buffeting her body as she was sent twirling backwards away from the Jedi. Nisha experienced a brief sensation of weightlessness as she twisted through the air, only to land seconds later with a hard thud on the tarmac.

The snow did very little to cushion her fall and Nisha gasped as the wind was forced from her lungs on impact. It took her a second to gather her senses, shaking the lingering vertigo from her head as she propped herself up on a knee.

As she turned her gaze back up to Mirka though, a gentle humming buzzed in her ear and she felt the feint heat from a lightsaber warming the nape of her neck.

"Not one more move." A gruff tone threatened from behind her.

Nisha craned her neck to see Decon's emerald blade resting mere inches from her face.

"Go ahead and try it," Decon goaded, reading the surface of her thoughts. "It would just make my day." He repressed a pained grunt as a sharp ache shot trough his still fractured wrist. The cold wasn't helping it much.

A flash of anger crossed Nisha's expression as she kept her eyes forward, focused on Mirka. For a moment, she feigned surrender, stooping her head and letting her shoulders slump with a deep exhale.

Decon's brow furrowed as he read the Sith Lady's body language. Something was wrong.

"Don't you do it..." He thought, trying to project that same message to Nisha and calm her thoughts. "You've already lost. End this madness now and no one has to die."

In the next instant, a brief twitch in her shoulders was all the warning the Lorrdian had before Nisha pivoted around on her knee. Decon grit his teeth and moved his saber, but he had been a fraction of a second too late, his blade merely shaving a few locks of Nisha's raven colored hair from the top of her head as she tumbled to the side and ducked his swing.

Rolling back to her knee, Nisha spun around and reached a hand towards Decon, summoning the Jedi's spare lightsaber from his own belt and into the palm of her hand where the fiery orange blade hissed to life with a quick flick of her wrist.

In a split second, she parried Decon's follow up attack, deflecting it away with a skillful slash before throwing a burst of Force energy into his gut and sending him reeling off balance. With her window open, Nisha snapped back to her feet as she turned to face Mirka.

"Now the fun begins." She said, giving the Jedi a crooked smile as she held her saber at the ready with a familiar Makashi stance.

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Even before the first bolt had left the muzzle, John had his counter attack prepared, easily deflecting the hail of lasers with a well timed shield of energy. But Sigma kept up the pressure, raining an endless barrage down on the Jedi's defenses until a stray bolt was deflected from the shield to Genie's saber before careening straight back at the droid.

Sigma attempted to evade, but proved too slow, taking a shot to his shoulder that caused him to lose his aim and temporarily relent his assault. A thin trail of smoke snaked out of the hole in his chassis as he reoriented himself.

"Hey metal mouth, leave the old man alone! Try that thing on me!"

Sigma's focus shifted to Genie and he emitted a mechanical groan that could best be described as an irritated retort. Holding the blaster with one hand, the droid took aim and squeezed the trigger again.

Rather than a deluge of lasers though, this time he sent a small burst towards Genie. They would be easy to track and deflect, but Sigma would also be able to keep track of any returns that might be produced.

[Roku]

Shipyard:

As soon as Nisha stood up with the humming blade, the force pulled at her arm backwards and awkwardly, trying to dislocate her shoulder and follow through to make the limber liquid arm spin out of control in pain and ultimately discard the lightsaber. Mirka was an excellent healer, but the same knowledge of channeling the force through a person's body could be used offensively as well. After she performed this technique, she deactivated her lightsaber and focused fully on her next move. Mirka controlled all the snow on the ground, melting it, and tossing the frigid water all over Nisha. The next time she decided to light up the place, she'd have to think again.

"I suggest you stop trying to have fun, and start training some more, Sith. I've been steps ahead of you from the beginning, and the gap is only widening..."

-Decon, I want you to blast her when she inevitably charges me...-

[Damocles]

Kamille looked at Jor when he said he'd put Aura in the training ring with him "Sounds like fun to me, I can show this bitch how a real jedi fights" He said to him crossing his arms after deactivating his saber. Drake laughed at what his padawan said "So, are we going to lock them away till we get the chance to send them to the temple?" Drake asked as he looked over the light saber that Jor was talking about putting in the vault it seemed like a fairly normal saber nothing too different.

Kamille sighed and scratched his head before going to stand by Drake, he looked his master in the eyes Drake looked at him. It wasn't much that needed to be said about he situation they were in Drake knew Kamille was pissed about what that Aura guy had done, or rather tried to do and if the boy stayed there any longer he'd probably kill the guy. "I'll let you know when we're heading out" Drake said to Kamille who nodded and walked away.

Drake walked over to Aura and stared at him "Be lucky Jor got here bofore I did, I'm not the type to take people messing around with my padawans likely, in fact I normally kill people who do, kid. So, how about you show some respect to Master Jor here before I beat it in you" Drake finished saying to the boy. It was becoming quite obvious the boy had a complete disrespect for authority, then again looking at the man who trained him on the ground with no legs it was no wonder the boy had no fear when he spoke to his elders.

[Roku]

Corridors:

Aura rolled his eyes at Jor and pretty well chuckled at Kamille's comment. He put his hands in the air in a sarcastic surrender. "Fine, I'll stop being a dick, but I have some more important things to discuss." He told them. he was just about to open his mouth to lay them out when Drake approached him.

"Good..." Aura told Drake. "Use your anger, Master Hellion... it wouldn't take very long to convince you that red suits you quite well." He told him with a similar icy glare, as he pointed down to the Master's lightsaber.

"As for me, I have plenty of respect for Jor. As a warrior and a force user, and as a leader and tactician. I'm just an asshole... but realistically I don't have anything against you guys. As a matter of fact, if Savard hadn't been here, I may have even stayed. But I'm not going to make any excuses for the paths I chose. If the Jedi wish to execute me, then that is what they'll try to do."

"My main concern though is Tess. I don't want Professor Xavier here using his mind raping to try and convince her that the Jedi didn't wrong her. That's where I lack respect for Jor. You need to make things right, Halcyon. Stop perpetuating lies. Cut off my head if you have to, masters, but don't try to put Tess in a position where any of this is her fault. If it wasn't for Nisha and myself, she would have never returned to the order."

"I'm right here, Aura..." Tess told him. She gave Sable a smile, before appearing out on the hallway with the others again. She turned to face Jor.

"She looks like she's going to be perfectly fine. She's a little loopy, but she can talk and sit upright, and she's well hydrated, and her pulse and breathing are both normal."

"Aura..." She started, looking at him. "I'm going to take my life into my own hands now... and I'm capable of defending myself from verbal assaults now. I appreciate everything you've done, and I will never be able to replay Nisha the debt I owe her..." She said with a sigh.

"There is no good option."

[MikDaTv]

Jor sighed, drew Neeja and shot Aura in the chest twice with stun bolts right in the middle of his rant. "I warned you to shut up douche bag. God i was tired of listening to him talk."

Jor holstered Neeja again and took a deep breath. "Tess, you came into my house under false pretenses, attacked one of those under my protection and stood by while Mr. Teenage Angst here attacked another… but I trust Sable's judgement. If i didn't i wouldn't be making her a Knight. If she's forgiven you then so will I. Plus, given that Douchy McDoucherton over there went and got his legs cut off for no particular reason we need all the medical help we can get."

He pointed towards Savard as the medical team moved him into the med bay. "Please gather up his limbs and put them on ice to see if we can reattach them later. I'd like him to be able to stand when i whoop his ass for being so stupid. After that, please send me an E-mail with the name of your former Master and the mission you were on when you were captured so I can investigate. Abandoning an apprentice without so much as a report is certainly against protocol. The Templar should have some information on the incident."

Jor clasped his hands together and rubbed them. "Ok, if that makes everyone here happy, i'm going to go outside to see what trouble is happening there. By the feel of it i'd say a fights broke out."

Jor stormed off, fuming at the idea that people keep showing up at what was supposed to be a place of peace and mediation and getting in fights.

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Now prepared for a fight, Genie was much quicker. Much more flexible than most of the guys, she twisted out of the way of the first volley of blaster fire. Her lightsaber flashed quickly deflecting the second volley before she went on the move again to dodge the third. She couldn't keep it up for long as the bolts got closer and closer to hitting home, but hopefully she didn't have to.

John relaxed his shield until it dissipated completely and stretched his neck out. His head was killing him. Holding the shield against that many impacts had taken it's toll. He gathered together his will and started walking. His staff in his left hand he pulled his lightsaber off his belt and held it in his right hand. Igniting it, the dark blue blade shot out from the guarded hilt.

He didn't have the mental faculties for witty quips. Instead he just pointed his staff and muttered "Ko."

A shower of sparks sputtered from the end of his staff followed by a bolt of blue lightning. It wasn't as powerful as his usual fair. He burned a lot of juice out on nothing but sparks because it was too hard to focus on the word. The bolt jigged and jagged back and forth and up and down inaccurately too.

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"XO and EO are under fire boss. They're putting up a fight but that droid is being a relentless… droid." Runt said over the com.

Senior signaled Hefty to stop and keyed his mic. "Do you have a shot?"

"On the droid yeah, but it's still between me and Genie. If one of them movies it could get risky." Runt replied.

"As soon as you get a shot, take it. Senior out." Senior ordered.

Senior waved Hefty forward. They were trying to move up to flank the fight going on, using the snow drifts as cover. it was slow going in the snow but Senior wasn't about to make them rush and give their position away.

[Damocles]

Drake looked at Aura as he ranted and told Drake that he could teach him to like red. Drake paused for a second looking down at his all red coat, the guy was clearly a fucking idiot. Drake rolled his eyes and pulled out his saber activating it "That's it Jor we don't have time for this I'm gonna kill this fuckhead" Drake said about to attack before Jor fired with his stun gun. Drake sighed heavily and put his saber away "Thank you" Drake said to Jor for shutting Aura up.

Watching as Jor left out to take care of a fight Drake sighed heavily. "What made you bring all this shit here in the first place?" He asked Tess just seemed stupid that she would do all of this and Aura saying its other people's fault, it wasn't she was responsible and if she couldn't take responsibilities for her own actions she didn't need to be there.

Drake turned to walk out anyone trying anything else would surely regret it, and Drake had more important things to worry about at the moment.

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"Guards! GUARDS!" Vincent yelled from his cell "There's a spider in here!" he said like a lunatic. He laughed again and looked around "Also I'm hungry bring food!" he said the guards were still standing there they looked around "Don't bother" one of them said about listening to Vincent. Vincent continued to laugh "They'll be here soon you know, I have a tracker in me, the Church of Kassender will be here really soon for that last orb! I just thought you guys should know!" He yelled again.

"Should we alert one of the jedi?" The one guard said "Yeah, we better not take any chances on this one" the other replied.

[Roku]

Corridors:

Aura would have grinned when Jor decided to shoot him, but he was already grinning when he looked up at Drake as he pulled out his lightsaber and threatened to attack him with it. Aura played along, crumpling over on the floor. Closing his eyes and shutting off his connection to the force much like he had when his cloaking device was on. Tess frowned at the both Master Jedi. After Aura was on the floor, she looked up at Jor. "Do we really just cut people in half if they're annoying?" She asked.

She nodded as she was told to retrieve Savard's spare parts, putting them into some ice. Then then answered Drake. "Wouldn't you try to salvage your friend, even if they turned down the wrong path?" She asked him. She followed him, and explained about how she genuinely believed Nisha was a confused person and not inherently evil.

Once everyone was out of sight, Aura cloaked himself and kept his presence down. His armor was actually pretty resistant to stun bolts, but Jor didn't need to know that. These idiots had left him all alone with his doped sister. He shook his head and stood up.

-What a fucking goon...- He thought of Drake, after the master had left. Entering the med bay, he touched his sister's cheek with his thumb. He then planted a kiss on her cheek, and walked away.

Sable's expression was chilled and silent after that.

[Gamov]

Decon shuffled back to his feet, receiving Mirka's telepathic message in the process. Gritting his teeth at another jolt of pain, he tucked his still fractured wrist in his coat as he cloaked himself in a calming aura of Force energy to keep the biting cold at bay. His free hand loosely gripped his remaining saber, holding it at the ready while he prepared another telekinetic attack.

Staring at Nisha's back though, he couldn't help but feel more than a little anxious. The Sith Lady's posture was lax, calm even. Despite having been drenched by a wall of water that Mirka had thrown over her, there was a kind of eerie tranquility to her stance.

Decon wasn't the greatest mind reader, but he could read a person's body language like an open book. And Nisha looked like a powder keg just waiting for a spark to ignite her.

The tell was in her arms. A gentle roll of her shoulders flowing into a subtle tensing of the muscles in her biceps and forearms. Her fingers curled tighter around the gleaming orange saber in her right hand as her feet shifted in the snow, dominant foot inching forward in preparation for a quick forward lunge.

He had her figured out before she even made a move.

Decon held back the sly grin tugging at the corners of his mouth and centered his mind. He channeled the Force through his body, gathering it in the palm of his hand where he felt its power surge and grow. Nisha was going to be hurled through the air like a helpless rag doll the second she took one more step.

Nisha's stare intensified on Mirka, sickly yellow eyes glaring at the Jedi from behind matted locks of black hair draped over her face. Goosebumps appeared on every exposed inch of her pale skin, percolating against the frigid water still dripping from her body. Tiny ice crystals began to form at the hems of her clothing and tips of her hair where the water had frozen.

A quiet shuffling in the snow behind her drew her attention for a moment as she glanced over her shoulder towards Decon. The Lorrdian was persistent as he clambered back to his feet.

Shifting her eyes back to Mirka, Nisha straightened her posture, rolling the tension out of her shoulders. Her breath steamed the air in front of her as her grip tightened around the lit saber in her hand. Shifting her right foot forward, she found a firm hold in the snow and let out a deep, calming breath.

Gently closing her eyes, she brought her mind and body into harmony with one another. Through the veil of the Dark Side she felt her own chaotic emotions coursing through her and brought them into focus, channeling them into pure aggression. Allowing her freshly distilled anger to flow through her body, Nisha felt an almost sublime sense of intoxication. Every thought, every emotion, every little sensation in her nerve endings, they were all synchronized with one another.

Perfection.

In the next instant, Nisha's eyes snapped open and she made her move. The muscles in her legs tensed and flexed as her body weight shifted forward into an attack... then it happened. She had felt the onrushing blast of Force energy the minute the air pressure had changed and the first tiny ripples touched her back.

In what seemed like an impossible feat of human endurance, Nisha instantly reversed her course towards Mirka and used the Force to launched herself up and backwards in elegant somersault. Her lithe body stretched and sprawled as she completely avoided the brunt of Decon's telekinetic assault, which was now destine to slam straight into Mirka.

Decon's shock at Nisha's impressive display of athleticism was rivaled only by his surprise at her evasiveness as he tracked her twirling form through the air.

A second later, her boots landed on the ground behind him with a hard *thump* and he whirled around at the last second to intercept the oncoming blade of her saber, meeting it with his own. The blades cracked and hissed on contact and Decon caught a glimpse of Nisha's sinister expression trough the flare of sparks between their sabers.

He held against her with all of his strength, feeling the strain in his wrist as Nisha pressed in on his defenses. After several seconds of nearly palpable tension between them, Decon disengaged their lock with a deft stroke of his saber, allowing Nisha's blade to roll off his own as he moved to the outside of her defenses.

Nisha didn't maintain her distance for long as she came rushing right back at him, raining a furious flurry of aggressive Ataru inspired strikes against his still weakened defenses.

Decon defended himself to the best of his abilities, parrying where he needed to and avoiding when he had to. But without the use of his dominant hand, he was next to useless in the fight. Gaining the offensive seemed impossible.

Every time he brought his saber to parry Nisha's advances, she would simply swat it aside with nearly enough force to rip the hilt from his hand. And every time he saw an opening that he thought he could exploit, she would flawlessly transitioned into a defensive Makashi stance and skillfully dance around his attempts.

One on one, Decon knew that he was outmatched against Nisha's skills with the blade. She was simply too fast and too focused. The best he could do was hope to keep her distracted long enough to let help arrive.

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Sigma kept up the attack on Genie as she skillfully dodged the blaster bolts being flung at her. Dodging some, deflecting others, but she couldn't hope to hold up long against the barrage on her own.

Using his onboard biometric scanners to detect the ever growing stress in Genie's body, Sigma pressed his attack in closer, sprinting towards her as he kept up a relentless hail of red laser fire. If he could keep her lightsaber distracted then he stood a real chance of landing a fatal blow on his adversary.

Almost absent mindedly though, Sigma had shifted his attentions completely away from John, allowing him a few precious moments to recover and rejoin the attack.

"Ko."

The word, followed by the distinct snap of lightning piercing the air was all the warning Sigma had before a bolt of pallid blue energy slammed into his side. The force from the impact sent the droid reeling to a side, sparks spewing from a smoldering hole in its chassis before it collapsed into the snow with a heavy *thud*.

Some residual surges of electricity shot through Sigma's fried systems, eliciting a few spastic twitching motions from it as it attempted to get back up and continue the fight. But John's attack had severely damaged its motor functions. And it wasn't long before other systems began to feel the effects of the lightnings impact, shutting down one by one as Sigma's self-preservation protocols kicked in.

After a few more erratic movements, the droid finally fell still and its glowing red receptors dimmed.

Sigma wasn't dead, but he was down for the count. His systems had overloaded and were forced into an automatic shutdown in order to minimize the damage. For all intents and purposes though, he was no longer combat effective.

[MikDaTv]

"Good shot John." Genie said after catching her breath. She deactivated her saber and approached the droid cautiously.

John did the same, keeping his saber active. His head was clearing up slowly but he still had to move slow to keep from stumbling. He just felt mentally exhausted. "Thanks." He said to Genie. He looked to his left at the fight going on over there. He slumped his shoulders and got ready to go over there and help out but Genie stopped him with a hand to his chest.

John looked down at her and she pointed back towards the temple. Jor had emerged from the entrance and was walking down the stairs. The green blade of his lightsaber in one hand and the familiar barrel of Neeja in the other. I got this He thought to John and Genie. Stay safe, collect yourself and stand by to come in if you think you need to.

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Jor stepped off the last step of the Temple and into the packed snow around the front of the Temple's entrance. Decon, This is Jor Halcyon. Join in a battle meld with me. Take some of my strength. You don't have to beat her, just don't die. I'm on my way.

Jor saw Nisha facing off against Decon and another woman who Jor didn't recognize. He'd never seen her before and despite her being in Jedi Robes, Jor didn't know anything about her. He didn't want to let any more strangers than he had to into the battle meld.