IC: Broodica Battle of Corbos Another of the Dark Masters had nearly been crushed by the fallen wreckage, and she stood from beneath the debris and regarded their Leviathan. Chuckling at Syn’s creation, the woman drew her lightsaber to her hand and ignited it, not too far from Tomas and the Corellian Princes. She recognised them from her days as a Jedi, and vowed to strike them down. “No need, my old friend,” Broodica looked over, startled even in the middle of a battle by Ajunta Pall, their High General and leader. “My lord?” His face shadowed, the Dark Master pointed, almost maudlin. “It seems the Jedi Lord’s have decided to risk it all.” Poking out from the atmosphere disruption was an immense Imperial Dreadnought, far too large in the sky. Gaping, Broodica looked aghast. “The ship will crash if it enters atmo. It’s too big - twice as long as a Centurion, and that can’t cross that line -“ “I know,” Ajunta said softly. “Which means Grand Master Ductavis has decided it is worth the risk.” “Ductavis himself?” Broodica grinned. “Then we’ll kill him ourselves.” “He’ll fire at us before we he makes planetfall.” “And imperil the prince and princesses?” Broodica gasped. “In his arrogance and hubris,” Ajunta said slowly, unperturbed. “He’ll trust the Jedi Lords to fire precisely.” “But why are so calm about all this?!” “Why?” Ajunta sighed slightly. “Because we’ve already lost.” For the Hunter and Jerjerrod, there would be light within the cavernous reaches of the fallen dreadnought’s bridge; the self-repair diagnostics were alive, and there were even reports of vaguely functional weapons, a stock of command escape pods potentially intact half a ship away (with their own mini-hyperdrive), but absolute certainty the vessel was neither space-worthy or safe. Jerjerrod would come to in the artificial light, as Hunter became aware of the ships part-survival; his after-death, so to speak. For Marc, the freighter spluttered into life and was ready to go. Corellian designs were hardy, and something as silly as the ship it was inside crashing would not stop it. There was a lovely crumpled underside-blaster, but the top-most one was fine, which could be controlled remotely from the cockpit or directly. A little droid beeped at Marc as he arrived. What happened to the Master? Is he alive? The massive Leviathan’s turn would drive Maldael back towards Tomas and the Corellian Prince and Princess, insofar as much as the interaction between Nin and Tiona was interrupted by its immense bulk turning. It was truly dominating the field, and though an immense eye flicked to the ongoing violence between Akuma Oni and Kazu and Tedryn, it focused on the gathered Force users before it. Tomas, Kallan, Konstance, Nin, Tiona, Maldael… it did not distinguish between them at that moment. A shifting of motion as a set of figures landing atop its head. Krespuckle was happy to accept them. Syn, Dreypa, Muur, before being joined by Hord and then XoXaan, the latter grinning malevolently at Maldael. Hord raised his hand. The Leviathan charged forward, mouth wide and yawing, ostensibly aiming for the light side presences, but every darksider here was a veteran of the besieging of Balmorra - they knew that the massive creatures were hunger incarnate, a shape of flesh drawn again and again and again until birthing this monstrosity. It would simply devour what fell into its mouth, whatever it’s grasping tentacles seized, whatever it’s energy-blisters neared - But confusion was the weapon of the dark side, and the strategy of smashing through the battlefield had long served them time and time again. The dark was consistent, if anything, lapping at the hearts and souls and shadows of us all. As relentless as a tide of sand. Said sand sprayed outwards as Krespuckle lunged - TAG: @darthbernael, @Shadowsun, @Kurisan, @HanSolo29, @Corellian_Outrider, @Jerjerrod-Lennox (singles) @greyjedi125, @Mitth_Fisto (combo to finale) @CosmoHender (combo to finale) Next week is the last TAG of the flashback!