This cold black.

[Ragsmire]

Momento Mori, Hanger.

Tycen simply eyed the creature as it answered his question with what was obviously the truth, observation. Ardus couldn't trust Tycen apparently, but then again, what reason had he given to trust him? Regardless he looked on as the dominate one of the two returned to his cloaked status leaving the other to perhaps...linger a moment longer to address any inquiry's on his part?

"You may return to you observations then, See that i handle the situation with the utmost level of poise and care." He granted it one final nod before turning and pacing away. Malone pressed a hand to his chest to feel his heart beat, it was racing, the experience from before still had him rattled, but for the time being he had to suppress that feeling as he moved to reassure Tina.

Her commonly pale features rang even more so now, her cheeks were a ghostly white as he stepped up to her placing both hands on her shoulders willing her to look him in the eye. "Tina, do not concern yourself over this small incident, I'm fine alright. Tycen did all he could to keep a stern resolve presence in his eyes, and conceal his feelings deep within the force so she wouldn't detect a stray worry reflecting off of him.

"Your sure?" She asked pressing the issue of his health further, Tycen gave a silent nod as an answer this time before it struck him. "Listen, i do not want you to exert yourself in anyway with the force, try and pull it in." Initially she looked puzzled by this, considering he had only just decided to train her the assumption would be something of the opposite, however Tina did not question it and instead returned a solid nod before Tycen released her and continued to his Stealth-X.

Before jumping into the cockpit he stopped and called out to the location the Skirran were standing before he left them, though they may not be there he hoped they were still in the room. "I would much appreciate it if one of you kept close to her...in case something try's to attack her." With the request he force leaped into the starfighter and began take off procedure.

[Elifain]

As ardus dismissed her, the second skirran cloaked, and disapeared. When, later, He called for the skirrans to watch his sister, the only reply was a telepathic image, that showed four views of the same room, two in the upper left hand corners of Tina's room, watching, silently, and two in the lower corner, doing similar.

[Ragsmire]

Momento Mori, Hanger, Stealth-X cockpit.

Now seated quite comfortably in the pilots chair of the stealth-x Tycen received a strange mental image. Presumably from the Skirran he asked to protect Tina it took a minute to understand its meaning. Four different first person views, almost like gazing at a computer monitor's display of its holo-security cams. Then it stuck him, there most be four of them on the ship, implying they had been watching both Tina and him the entire time. Though he hated to admit it Ardus was thorough when it came to certain aspects of the job.

With a reassuring nod, mostly to himself, and the accompanying thought that said she was safe Tycen threw his helmet on sealing it to his Crusader armor, just in cause Corellian's air had become intolerable due to toxic fumes. He commenced the final checks before lifting off and flying clear of the Mori.

Corellia surface.

The stealth-X sailed without incident over the scorched planet. Corellia, while he had never visited the planet in its heyday according to things he'd read of the world it was once an astoundingly beautiful landscape with rice mountain tops, deep oceans, vibrant forest, and more. Now it was but a shadow of its former self. Its crystal blue oceans and rivers were now, if not bone dried, turrets of molten magma.

As he checked the seals one last time for safety Tycen could feel the Kuragari lurking outside, this ship did not provide an ounce of protection from them, and to think it did would be foolish. There were however signs of hope for the world amidst the death. Out of the cockpit window Tycen could spot a lone patch of plant life, perhaps some force was trying to restore the world, however slowly.

After checking and double checking the suits seal he finally decided to crack the cockpit and continue the search, for what he wasn't sure, on foot. The planet did still have its gravity Tycen could tell, he did not float ever so pleasantly down to the ground, instead he drop. At once the chill from the Mori flooded him again, Hatred, fury, rage, sorrow, remorse, pain, suffering, they were but a few of the conflicting emotions to convey through Tycen. He stepped gingerly onto the planet’s soil, with the notion that the ground could crumble under his feet at any moment. Slowly Tycen began to embrace the reality that the earth was stable and he could walk on it.

“...Well...now what?” He muttered under his breath unsure exactly how to secure a dead world. Wasn’t his very presence on the world enough to consider it secure? He shook the thought, of course it wasn’t, this planet had a nasty ghost infestation problem that needed addressing, but how? He couldn’t possibly vanquish all the Kuragari on the planet, not alone, not even with a dozen jedi. Considering their nature as being of the force calling down an army and blasting them to bits wouldn’t accomplish anything.

So what then? The thought was a maddening one, One man, a million Kuragari. How could Tycen content against that? The idea frustrated him to no ends. Where should he begin with this, how should he end it? There was no manual to destroying spirits, crazy ones at that. for a fleeting instant the concept of allowing one to possess him crossed Tycen’s mind, perhaps it would lead to a previously undiscovered secret regarding their weaknesses. But quickly the idea was stuffed back into the recesses of his brain where it should be.

However simply because Tycen didn’t want to test the theory didn’t mean the Kuragari didn’t still want to force their way into his body. Suddenly a hideous screaming beast was flying toward the prince at speeds his eyes couldn’t fallow until it slammed into him full force taking him off his feet. The shadowy apprehension crawled into his mouth as Malone fell unconscious from the impact.

Yavin IV?

He jerked awake and instantly propped up on one arm. Laying flat against the soft green grass Tycen found Corellia to be much more lucrative then it was before. plush eye popping greens and oranges coated the environment with various kinds of exotic foods with different colors and smells. Slowly he pushed himself from the ground to find he wight a lot less then before, the armor he had on seemed to melt away. In fact, upon inspection of his clothing, it had. Tycen wore an odd jedi tonic with robes in brown which made the generally dark and demeanor prince seem like a whole different person.

Tycen let out a howl as a crippling pain shoot through his chest. He crumbled back onto his keens and slammed his free hand onto his chest trying to quell the pain, but alas to no avail. It felt like his chest was ripping open, and maybe it was. Tycen torn the robes open to reveal the scar across his chest glowing a brilliant white. Why? Suddenly the next thing he knew a black steam was ushering from his mouth, more smoke then anything else it poured out and straight into the air as he tried to contain the violent attack.

Finally it ended, the smoke drifting slowly to the ground until it gradually built up into the shape of a man. He wore simple clothing and stood by before speaking in a low barely audible tone. “Now time for a goodbye.” He said, has he faded away. “Don’t put your life in someone’s hands, their bound to steal it away.” His words echoed faintly, not only rhythmical but also somewhere deep within Malone himself, like they were the words he’d been living by all this time.

“Don’t hide your mistake ‘cause they’ll find you, burn you.” Tycen couldn’t fathom it, why was this entity saying these things, what was his cause? His game. Clearly a Kuragari perhaps it was trying to pull one over on him, as opposed the majority’s straight forward game. His eyes were two perfectly black rounded pearls, he looked about middle aged however he did seem to require support from a foreign object. He finally concluded his sentience with one final statement.

“If you want to get out alive, run for your life...” His ghostly form blow away with the winds after the last word as another violent compulsion overtook Tycen and he began to gag and cough until another roll of evil had been cast out. This one looked female, and her similarities to Tina shook Tycen to his core. She just gazed onward at him for several moments before fading away, the sad disguised expression on her features telling a story, the story of pity for him, like she saw what his fate was, and she felt sorrow for it.

”Stop, Stop! Tell me, Tell me what you know!?” For once he was crawling on his knees. the great Tycen Malone begging for a ghost to return and whisper in his ear that everything would be alright, but it did not stop for him, regardless of blood or position. He lost his strength and fell flat on his face still screaming out for the being before going out.

Hours have passed, no more like days, Tycen can estimate just how long he’s been sitting stiff on the ground by the aches and pains in his joints. Yet at the same time it doesn’t seem possible that days have slipped by, why wouldn’t they dispatch someone from the Mori to check on him, or perhaps, the ship was overrun with Kuragari. The notion shook Tycen enough to force him up, force him off the ground, however the destroyed world that Corllia was, is, did not materialize. Instead the uncommonly vibrant rich forest sprawled out before him.

Cautiously Tycen got to his feet, this had to be a continuation of his vision, if you could call what had happened with the spirits that. He would have thought that after the previous incarnation of ghosts didn’t send him back to the real world, or death if they so desired, then next time he awoke he’d be back on the hellish planet Corellia now is.

Then, if other spirits didn’t bring him here what did? There had to be an even more powerful entity behind this, an even greater force pulling the strings, but what? Tycen spun several times in a circle wild eyes shifting through the forest in search of this puppet master, but he didn’t spot anything aside from the treeline. In an effort to provoke him Tycen released a battle cry intended to challenge this coward to a face to face meeting, however no response came in any form. Not until an old rusted tone crackled from behind the forest line.

“Quiet down, quiet down.” The voice belonged to the stick figure emerging from the trees, clad in gray tunic and robes the man’s features were cluttered with wrinkles making up his whole face, forehead, cheeks, nose, it gave him the strong appearance of wisdom, however looks could be deceiving.

”Who are you, old man?” Tycen snapped the moment the elder man finished moving into the clearing and settled himself. Not an instant passed before he began his reply, in a slow paced manor.

“My name is Tigetta Char, i am not your enemy child.” His tone was calm, despite the hostile attitude Tycen had already taken, but in a way it was justified considering the prince was trapped on an unknown world and for all he could tell this man was the source of that. Char waited allowing Malone to press the interrogation.

”What is this place?” Tycen inched closer steadying a hand over his blaster adrenaline rushing over him, While the idea that the weapon would do nothing had crossed his mind if this old man was a Kuragari something about him didn’t suggest as much.

“Your on Yavin four, in a sense at least. I have summoned you here for a very explicit province.” Tycen slowly removed his hand away from his blaster, if what Char is saying has any truth behind it then he most have expelled the Kuragari from before, but how? He had just opened his mouth to ask the question when the elder already begun to answer it.

“Light child, that’s the one true weakness to these Kuragari. I can, and will, fully elaborate on its applications if you retrieve me from this place.” Tycen rustled an eyebrow at the statement, this person possessed the knowledge to dispatch a spirit of evil like it was easy, yet he was stranded on Yavin? That was light years away, across several star systems, and still he could project this...vision to Tycen, was it due to Corellia’s powerful impact and forced vortex into the force?

”How do i know this will work?” Tycen asked pressing the subject, ever the suspicious he knew things simply didn’t fall into his lap, not this easily, not unless someone was pulling strings behind it. The old man had a mixed expression of understanding and, was it, disappointment? His eyes were shut as he considered this, he choked down his spit in a swallow and licked his dry lips before the answer finally came.

“I will give you but a taste of my knowledge now, enough to assist you with your current endeavor.” Malone could feel his eyes shoot open in surprise, and involuntary action that, for all intents and purposes, could be perceived as a sign of weakness back in the royal court. He remained silent as Char dropped the walking stick he had emerged from the trees with and took a deep breath inward.

“To harness light one’s heart doesn’t need to be pure, more precisely, one most come into the art with the idea that their actions will lead to the ultimate good, regardless of what circumstances revolve around it. Earning true peace is the transcendent reward in and of itself. This task is not as difficult as it may come across has, for you see child, the force in and of itself is inherently good.”

He went silent before executing a number of movements reminiscence of traditional hand to hand combat. Fierce frontal attacks with a good foundation behind his stance, at first it started with a few powerful jabs in the air before gradually advancing to more handy footwork that involved high jumps ending with incredible arcs, roundhouse kicks and flips coupled with a short landing before another fallowed, and another. Until finally he stopped and inhaled once again.

“Light needs to be channeled through a planet’s sun, as the mystic art of shadows requires moonlight. However one definable difference is that the sun doesn’t have to be presence overhead in order to achieve this ability, so long as the planet is warmed by a star, so shall you.”

The lesson went on for what felt like hours, maybe days, Malone had lost any sense of time at this point, without a pulse to give him some idea it all felt about the same. However Tycen never felt any of the typical human urges he would normally, no hunger, no exhaustion, no need to unitize a restroom. Char went into rigorous detail regarding the teachings, covering its applications, uses, possibilities, origins, to an extent, he seemed to keep something from the skills history surrounded in darkness. Eventually he moved on to the how, how Tycen could do it.

“Now it is time. Get to your feet child.” Tycen had barely registered it at the time but he now realized he was sitting cross legged has he observed Char and his teachings. Malone did as instructed and rose moving to Tigetta’s side as he readied himself for further orders.

“I’m sure you’ve been told that there are two sides to the force, darkness and light, that however is a misconception. There is only the force, one entity, and it is a good one, a light one, it has a talent when it comes to turning events around so that they result for the best. Take Revan for example, he transformed into a sith not better then any today, yet, thanks to the power of the force, he lost his memory, fallowed Bastila, ascended to the light and destroyed the star forge. Or a more recent example, Cain’s former dark hand Nanashi, he too has come back to the light.”

Char seemed to have picked up on the thought from Tycen, otherwise, how would someone stuck on a planet know of that, if anyone outside of the group does. The mention did make him think those, both were very true, but then how would he explain Cain? Before Tycen realized it Char had gone quiet, eyes closed and taking a deep breath once again he slowly started back up.

“One force, good, channel that notion, harness the energy of the sun, its Cosmic power, through your body like lightning.” He made sweeping motions across his body, an indication of how it should be done perhaps, at least initially. “Like a river it runs through your being and back out, you can only direct that path. If however you should fail in doing this the energy could backfire on you...it is very risky.”

Tycen kept up with what he was saying, he just couldn’t feel it, he mimicked the movements but nothing came of it, the reason why was mind boggling, until Char explained it, clearly seeing Tycen’s frustration, or sensing it. “You cannot fully practice the maneuver in this state, this is only your subconscious on the plains of Yavin, your body resides at Corellia still. You will have to go through live rounds training it appears.”

O”kay then, now that you’ve taught me it, basically, what’s forcing me to rescue you?” He asked, not in an attempt to get out of the bargain, but as a method to learn if the promise of more was truly there. He felt an inkling of such before, but wanted verification. And as if on cue Char said those words, just before Tycen’s vision started to fade to black.

“The premise of more is what shall have you back.”

Corellia surface.

All at once a rush of air flooded his lungs again, Tycen popped forward quickly scanning the environment, Harsh volcanic ash and red steaming rivers of lava were sprawled out in front of him. slightly to his left the Steal-X he flew to the planet with sat unmoved since last he remembered. Clearly this was Corellia, which begged the question, was that a dream? Bo it couldn’t have been, the force spoke to him, Char spoke to him. Tycen now possessed the tool needed to whip these accursed beings from the planet, or at the very least, suppress them.

However one thing remained, what was his target, surely he alone couldn’t vanquish millions of kuragari, but perhaps one all powerful leader amongst them could be slain to put an end to their attacks. But does such a being even exist for them? And if it does where would he find it? That was an easy one, somewhere in the void, the exact position was another matter all together though.

Suddenly the thought struck him, what was it the kuragari from his vision said? Tycen racked his brain to recall the words, after searching his memory for a moment the being came back to him, it only conveyed an extremely vague warning without much substance behind it. The next kuragari still rattled him however, and he hastily dismissed the notion of her returning to the now.

”Blasted ghosts, their very existence manages to annoy me to no ends. How am i suppose to stop them?” Malone said aloud trying to conjure up an idea, perhaps he could ask another one? While the notion seemed foolish it also appeared to be the only thing he hasn’t tried. However the only problem with that would be the fact that there is no way to verify the information, and even then, what would be forcing the kuragari to speak, threats surely wouldn’t work, even if this new found power did.

Tycen jumped into the Stealth-X, but made no move to initialize the engines and leave the world. Instead he shut his eyes and began to mediate, hoping for another, wanted, vision to spring fourth and allude long forgotten mysteries to him.

[Zilfer]

The dark surface of Corellia was saturated with darkside energies so much so that it seemed suffocating to most. This was an uncertain place where you could travel in seemingly a straight line only to learn you had been going in circles. Tricks of the mind, and eyes flowed randomly across the surface. One could never be certain if they were within Chaos otherwise known at the Void or the real world. Dark clouds encompassed the sky giving off bolts of lightning that crackled through the sky.

The Kuragari were drawn to this place. Places of darkness where they could hide in the shadows. They could sense any living life upon this place and were drawn to the signs of life ready to absorb the life of anyone who dared brave the surface. They would gladly drag them down into chaos and use them as a way back.... from death.

One such person was a beacon amongst the darkness. A force sensitive would suit well for any Kuragari that was able to defeat or defeat this man. They would destroy his mind, and finally find an escape. Drawn like moths to flame, dark figures began to appear for split seconds and fade into nothing as they gathered around Tycen's ship. Not only did they begin to gather enmass but began to assault Tycen. They swarmed forward towards him in endless numbers. This was enough to draw the attention of something far bigger.....

[Ragsmire]

Corellia surface.

After sitting for several minutes Tycen quickly grew impatient with the failed attempts at forcing visions of the future. He pushed open the cockpit again, thus far this whole mission had become one failure after another. An attack on his ship by these loathsome creatures, in which he lost four engineers. He was attacked on the planet by one of them. A vision which, so far, hasn't helped.

Malone climbed out of the ship as he positioned himself to practice the power, while the sun wasn't out, according to the shaman, he could use the heat from the planet...or something of that sort. As he began the initial stage of practice however Tycen was interrupted, but, wouldn't ya know, more of these Kuragari.

But Tycen was ready for them now, at least he hoped. What was it the old man said, channel it, circulate, that was it. He welcomed the force into his body, lightning, river, direction. He swept his left arm across his body starting at the tip of his right index finger and back out all in one clean motion while harnessing the energy from the planet's heat.

And there it came, in one try, a stunning beam of yellow gold light burst forward and into the crowd of darkness gather around him. As it crossed the distance at, what was expected? The speed of light the brief instant it could be seen lit all around it, quite literally vaporizing anything that stood in the steams path, no explosion accompanied the beam at the end, as one might thing, it just dissolved overtime, the entire thing lasted only seconds.

"Light consumes darkness, seems i'm not crazy...yet" Malone muttered in a low tone as he saw the effects of the blast, quickly he rinsed and repeated the process in another direction. With luck they were standing, or whatever they did, in a row and with out blast a few hundred went out, but he doubted that.

[Zilfer]

Brilliant beams of light flashed out from Tycen's finger, shooting for long distances through Kuragari. Where some fell other's came up forming from the ground. The Shadow's seemed endless as they came forth, even as Tycen continually mauled down their numbers. In this endless chain a lone form approached from the distance. The figure off in the distance appeared to be moving slow, and unemotionally.

Three Kuragari suddenly rushed Tycen from all sides, dark blades seemingly like lightsabers came in slashing at Tycen. While others began to assault his mind along with the corruption of this world. They sought to drag down his will, and break it. Darkness lies in the heart of all men they knew, and all they would have to do was bring it out so they could feed on his emotions....

[Ragsmire]

Another wave, and another, each sent with the same rhythmical motion as the last. First a wide stretch with one arm extended the opposite way of the attack, then he pulled his other arm across his body like a bow string while gathering the planet's energy through his feet and projected it out of his finger tips, time and time again. However regardless of the number of blast the effort seemed one in vein.

Sweat poured from his dark brows and dripped off his hair. This was suppose to be it, the key to containing the darkness, yet it seemed to have no impact on their numbers, maybe it only strengthened them? Tycen tried to recount how many times he'd done the same motion, ten, fifteen twenty? No, the number had to be more.

Has he continued the noble onslaught Malone's legs started to shake, fatigue was biting at his body. His arms began to pale slowly ticking down, his footwork became sloppy and disorganized. No way could he hold, And he realized that. Tycen launched his final portion of energy a few feet left of his stealth-X before charging down the line he "Cleared"

He never stood a shadowy chance of making however. Almost as soon as he stopped blasting the waves of light did the Kuragari catch him. Three visible beings made a dash with blades, jet blue, all of which were reminisce of a lightsaber, a weapon he had yet to construct. The three moved in stabbing each blade into a different section of his body. two pinned him two, one each snagging a lag, with the third going through his abdomen.

Oddly enough however the weapons did not hurt, he didn't feel the rush of warm blood wash over his stomach and ankles, just a sickly cold sensation piecing deep inside his soul. It was nearly enough to force him to vomit, that's if he had food to regurgitate. In the distance Tycen could see one lone figure stalking toward him, slowly, callously, almost has if it had a million other just as perfectly good opportunities as this one.

The urge to simple pass out, fall asleep and awake back on the Mori away from this nightmare did cross his mind, however it quickly dispersed as Tycen reminded himself this wasn't a dream, and he needed to face down what was surely his end with some form of pride, and not forsake the name and honor he had worked years to acquire by begging or cowardice.

The notion crossed his mind, maybe this is what it means to be the architect of destruction. He was the pivotal tool in his own demise. Tycen rose one hand to his eye line, muttering the words aloud so that the conception would be the last he was left with.

"I am the architect of my own destruction."

[Zilfer]

The figure continued to approach, at a steady pace. Once it reached one hundred feet away from the current scene the figure which now appeared feminine lifted up it's hand and suddenly there was a large pressure on the ground all around Tycen. In the next instant a large crater formed impacting the ground all around Tycen and slamming him down. The Kuragari all but disperse at the massive power of the force, it appears almost as if they quiver and run away from this presence.

The immense pressure let up for awhile as the figure continued it's approach. Wings shot out from the back of the woman, black as night. At the top of the crater the figure stared down eyes glowing white, and an intense aura surrounding the woman. She held a blade off to her side... an old rusted blade.....

[Ragsmire]

From the frezzer and into the frying Pan, Tycen's original attacks seemed only to be a ploy in an attempt to hold him while the true threat emerge, This dark angel. At the close distance it now appeared feminine, back home myth and legend ping such beings as angelus' in the old language. The odd forein thought shot passed to quickly for Tycen to register what it's presence was doing here in the first place, this was not the time to be thinking of home.

However the thought made a return, the angelic creatures of his people's culture spoke of white exalted wings, not black deathly ones. Truly this being was death, A reaper of all times. The other Kuragari even fled at the very presence of the being, and Tycen would too, if he could. However it used it's vast influence to pin him, every muscle, not just his legs.

Until suddenly, the pressure was off, Tycen felt he could move again, and did so, sluggishly getting to his feet and trying to crawl up the crater, to no avail. That left only one chioce, one conceivable option, to stand and fight. The ware and tear his mind suffered seemed to have passed for the time being, he was flirting around with some of the buzzard imagines and concepts that had flew by, no matter how twisted or sick.

Tycen pulled the DL-44 heavy blaster pistol off his holster and aimed it at the Kuragari lord. He didn't pull the trigger, or even keep an accurate beat on her, he only pulled it for the comfort of knowing he had brought a gun to a knife fight. After a dazed moment he spread both arms open as if he were ready to embrace an old friend.

"C'mon you bitch! Try it, try and take me out!"

[Zilfer]

"Your kind...." said the woman looking over the man before her. She seemed somewhat slightly confused. "So hard to remember.... what thoughts are...... mine."

Her free hand came to her head for a moment as if trying to recall a distant memory. She then turned her gaze to Tycen. "You.... half breed...." she started again as he pointed her sword at Tycen again. She seemed not to have fully noticed she had been insulted. "My father was right about you, you humans can't be trusted. The Light of Lucias wasn't meant for Humans. Only the luminos, the keepers of the blood of Lucias are worthy of this power you humans squander!"

The woman didn't move but thousands of tiny blades formed and sliced into the flesh of Tycen. "I can't... escape. Not yet.... but.... patience....."

[Elifain]

As the intangible pushed her attack on Tycen, a sudden rush of engines could be heard, as a lone Normandy class star yacht flew through the sky, slowing only momentarily to allow for a single skirran, the Male warrior, to jump out of the loading ramp, through a short sky dive, before slowing his decent with a press of telekinetic energy. He still landed in a crouch, drawing himself to a full height, a full 8 feet, between Tycen and the Intangible.
Can't stand your own, human? Never mind... He said, before turning to the intangible. Greetings ancient one. My name is Sylk san Flagren... He cut a bow to the creature, before standing straight again, and squaring up for combat. One of us shall be leaving this world by the end... As Sylk finished, he activated the two blades on his wrists, before launching himself into a run towards the creature, leading with a telekenetic wave, pure and simple.

[Ragsmire]

Corellia Surface

As he looked on at the ever maddening scene which unfolded before him, Tycen Malone had to squint his eyes in confusion, What was this diabolical entity talking about? Light of Lucas? what power, that only word that rang even a faint bell in the entire sentence was luminos, and even then Tycen couldn’t place it.

Before he could react to any of the vague wording the semi angelic being had uttered an accumulation of hundreds of tiny sharp objects could be felt by Tycen, while he did have on Mandalorian armor, which in theory would resolve the situation right there, to be sure nothing anymore insane happened he focused telekinetic energy around the armor to encase it in another layer of defense.

After the assault had passed and Tycen regained his surrounding the imagine of the Skirran warrior from the Mori. Tycen would have classified his sudden and unorthodox appearance as a hallucination brought on by the spirit, or whatever, but something about him felt very real in the force.

It was moments like these that Tycen wished he carried a larger blade, his Laserhone electro charged Talon Vibrodagger just wouldn’t cut it, no pun intended. He’d have to commit himself to finishing his lightsaber if he survived this, that way things might prove easier next time he’s required to cleanse a world of some crazy ass invincible sith spirits.

The vague notion to just run, get to his Stealth-X and return to the Mori, fly that as far out of the system as possible, return to Felucia and report the failure, had crossed Tycen’s mind. The concept was a very appeasing one, and growing more so by the minute, but something about the planet, Corellia was calling out to him, its suffering driving him, which was a strange phenomenon for Malone, who was more use to playing the rule of misguided justice. For once it was a pure clear feeling of absolute necessity, the total resolve to purify Corellia washed over Tycen.

All activity outside of the planet and himself faded away as Malone slowly shit his eyes to envision what was Corellia, the mysterious spirit attacking him, the timely arrival of the Skirran both gone. Only Tycen and the earth under his boots remained. Once such a beautiful world, flowing rivers, ice topped mountains, grassy fields, and bustling life on all fronts. Now it was no more then a shell of that, but it could be healed, Tycen knew that, something told him it. Tycen let that feeling engulf him, the transparent immaculate energy of the force washed over him.

By the time Tycen had reopened his eyes the will of the force had become the singular dominating presence commanding his body. Tycen’s will seemed absolutely subsided, his physically or individual personality completely void as the force took full control. As he snapped his eyes open they shone with a radiant white-blue power. His Body flow through the air and landed a short distance behind the foul spirit. While it clearly wasn’t amongst the ranks of the Kuragari that corrupted this world, no. This being was something else entirely.

The forced directed body of Tycen Malone was an utterly calm center, much the opposite of Tycen’s true being. It Summoned the power of the light side, not as Tycen did, no, the true energy of light and cast it at the dark angel, in the hopes that he could perhaps ease it of its pain.

[Roku]

(May I join this?)

[Zilfer]

A new figure appeared on the battlefield, distracting the angelic figure from the thousand force blades that were slowly cutting their way through the human. It would have cut clean through the armor had the alien not promptly interrupted. The alien bowed and said that one of them would be leaving the planet, and the stoic face of the woman only seemed to glare with a hatred.

"You'll be leaving rodent," came the voice with chilly venom attached tot he voice. Nothing seemed to happen for a minute and then a mile wide chunk of the earth ripped from ground speeding straight towards the atmosphere in a massive force burst. The speed at which the ground beneath the alien would be traveling so fast that it would pin him to the ground as he cascaded dangerously towards outer space. Meanwhile were the ground had been now had lava from beneath the ground making it look like a massive expanse of a molten lake.

A blast hit the figure from behind and it slowly cranked its head staring at the glowing figure of Tycen. Any purity that had been trying to reach the woman who had once been known as Selene was greedily absorbed. The Intangible already had a firm grip upon her mind, having manipulated her memories during sleep, and even during the time she was awake. The intangible was, it was greedy for force power, and now Tycen looked like a tasty morsel to be consumed. It had no intelligence of it's own but rather the collective intelligence of all those it had absorbed before it, and all their combined force power on top of it's natural affinity for the force. The intangible was currently beyond words, as it began its renewed assault on Tycen.

The blood and liquid within Tycen's body would suddenly start to feel cold as the massive force presence that the angelic figure controlled began to slow Tycen's molecules in his body to almost a complete stop. This would form painful sharp ice within his body as the liquid froze solid. Even if he managed to counter it, the ice would tear up his insides. The angelic figure didn't even seem winded by these massive displays of the force, and seemed to have a force presence that was.... infinite.