Malefax brought down his jagged vibro-blade against Tarast's form. With a shout the Kel-dori brought up his amber blade, barely quick enough to prevent a swift doom, but not quick enough to not feel a tearing, ripping pain as a large chunk of skin was sliced from his forearm. Tarast used the momentum to twist out of reach from the Devaronian. The two comabtants slowly circling each other in a dance reminiscent of feline predators.

Step

Step

Step

the low hum of Tarast's saber and Malefax's vibro-blade seemed to drown out the din of battle around them.

"This is your last warning. The path you are on will only lead to the torment of others, and your swift downfall."

Malefax responds by spitting on the ground, and laughing. His laughter quickly turns into an enraged roar as the devaronian charged headlong towards Tarast.

A deep breath, Tarast's master's voice seemed to echo in his head "USE ONLY THE AMOUNT OF STRENGTH NECESSARY FOR THE PROBLEM AT HAND, ELSE YOU BEGIN TO REVEL IN ONE'S POWER....POwer....Power....power....Power....power....

Tarast is quite still, his saber held downward in both hands, pointed slightly behind him. As Malefax rushes forward, the kel-dori jedi watches, and counts, feeling the waves of the force between these two diametrically opposed force adepts pressing against each other, at the last moment Tarast comes alive with movement, swiftly bringing his saber up and cleanly cutting into Malefax's sword-hand (1 success, 1 advantage, 1 triumph = 8 damage, 1 crit =  the target drops their sword. Advantage used to reduce strain by 1) the devaronian's lunges past the jedi, not fully realizing what has happened, suddenly clutching a severely injured hand that no longer holds his weapon, turning to see Tarast hasn't moved more than a foot from his original position, calmly turned towards Malefax, amber blade once again pointing down and behind the Sentinel, held in both hands.

THE FINAL BATTLE
PC, PC, PC, MALEFAX(4/6), MERC1(4/8), PC, MERC2(4/8)

Malefax is disarmed!

Bela extends a hand, and glowing white light surrounds Tarast's wounds, healing them over. She swore an oath, and she would not break it again.

THE FINAL BATTLE
PC, PC, PC, MALEFAX(4/6), MERC1(4/8), PC, MERC2(4/8)

Bela heals!

Lodu casually walks up to Malefax, and using all the charm she can muster, announces "Your battle is over, Master Malefax.  Yield, and be brought to justice for your misdeeds."

Charm roll (opposed by Malefax's Cool roll, whatever that is) (3Y+1 Advantage +2P) => Results in 3 Success + 1 Triumph

Malefax knows when he's beaten. He surrenders.

Tarast, seeing Malefax surrender, turns to the two mercs, “Don’t throw your lives away for creds. Leave this place and never return.”

Tarast walks over to Bela, and nods AS IF TO SAY, “we did it.”

The two remaining mercs drop their blasters and flee. They know when they're beat.

Tarast helps their mentor up, “You alright?”

"I am now. Thank you all. I was worried that my message would not reach you. I had only moments when Malefax took me. I've never been happier to see you all in my life." She slowly gets to her feet. "And i'm so glad that this had brough you all together. I think this could be a grand opportunity for you, to learn from each other and from this temple. I believe it has secrets yet to uncover."

The Gatekeeper appears. "You are quite right."

Bela nods back at Tarast, then gives Romund a soft smile, reaching out. Heedless of how she's drained much of her energy, she pushes on, her eyes turning a little darker as she draws on a very different kind of force to heal some of Romund's wounds.

Looking sexy and sultry as ever, Lodu remains quiet and contemplative off to the side. She’s still breathing quite heavily, still suffering from exhaustion.

”That’s great.  Anyone mind if I take a nap. Like, right here....right now?” she finally meekly offers, before slumping down in an exhausted lump on the ground. 

Pon, barely exhausted or strained at all, seems very relaxed and throws his hands behind his head as he gives a sharp toothed grin. "Hey, I call it a job well done~"

ESCAPE FROM MOS SHUUTA

It is a period of unrest and opportunity in the galaxy. The Galactic Empire struggles to maintain control in the midst of civil war. Meanwhile, scoundrels and smugglers, explorers and expatriates, and fringers of all types scramble for a living on the edges of galactic civilization. It is a hard life, but these renegades have more freedom and opportunity than any citizen of the Core Worlds.

On the desert world of tatooine, a few such renegades have run afoul of a local crime boss, Teemo the Hutt. Trapped in the tiny spaceport of Mos Shuuta, the renegades have no choice but to steal a starship and flee Teemo's forces. Fortunately, a suitable starship has recently docked at the landing bay: a freighter called the Krayt Fang, captained by a Trandoshan slaver named Trex. As they flee through the suns-baked streets, the renegades duck into the local cantina to hide from their pursuers.

STRAIN: Each of you now suffer 2 strain to represent his or her exhaustion from running through the deser heat of Tatooine. 

THE CANTINA: You step down a short flight of stairs into the cantina's shadowy common room, the cool air a blessed relief from the scorching heat of Tatooine. The Devaronian bartender pauses in his chores to stare at you, his devilish features intimidating. On a stage against the far wall, a Twi-lek woman dances to recorded music. Private booths line the walls, and the cantina floor is scattered with tables and chairs. A few patrons turn in their seats to stare at you. The only other exits you see from the room are what looks to be a storage closer in one corner and a doorway behind the Twi'lek dancer. The arched roof above you is supported by thick, heavy struts. You only have a few moments to find a hiding place before Teemo's thugs arrive.

What do you do?

Convince the Twi'lek dancing girl to let you backstage? (Charm or Coerce vs 1 purple)
Stepping into the storage closet and jamming the lock? (Mechanics vs 1 purple)
Climbing up into the support struts where the extra booze is stored? (Athletics vs 1 purple)
Getting behind the bar and pretending to be a bartender? (Deceit vs 1 purple)
Sitting down at the bar as if nothing was wrong, because only a madman would do shit like that. (Cool vs 1 purple)

Pash looks around the cantina and approaches the dancing girl, running his hands through his hair and giving her a rather sheepish smile. "Now miss, I'm afraid I've gotten myself in just a spot of trouble, nothing too bad, but it would be just darling if you could pop open that door? I'm a fugitive, you see, in hiding." He winks. "It's a fascinating story I'd be delighted to tell you over a drink after all this is blown over."

Charm, 3 successes, 1 adv

Mattie rushes in behind Pash, panicking a bit, out of breath. She spots the long bar and breaths a sigh of relief. Her rather sturdy frame was built from working HARD as an assistant to countless Starship garages, Droid mechanic workshops, and even some Gun runners, that's how she found herself in "Indentured Servitude" to Teemo the Hutt, fixing the random machinery that seems to keep breaking around the slothful slug. That powerful frame really came in handy when it comes down to running away, as she easily vaults over the bar, dropping down out of sight. (3 success 2 advantage)
" 'scuse me, bartender. I'm sorry, but I need to hide here for a quick second, maybe you could pour me a drink? I need one as surely as a Bantha needs a bath." She will chuck 5 credits towards the Devaronian.

Sasha spat out some grains of sand that had managed to make their way into her mouth, despite the scarf, as she gave a long, drawn out look towards the patrons in the room. Not bothering to watch what the others in her pose were doing, she marched over to the counter, sat herself down and bartender a sharp look, "Black mead. Iced." She slapped down 5 credits for the shot and waited. She was used to running around, but hells be damned if she was going to go back into the desert before getting a cold drink.

(3 advantage)

Not exactly fitting in with the regular bar patrons as she's fully decked out in padded armor and slinging a rather large blaster carbine, heavy gunner bounty hunter Oskara rapidly decides to climb up into the rafters of the bar and hide out.

Athletics (1Y+1G+1P) -> Results in 2 Advantage + 1 Success

Hardly breaking a sweat, Oskara completes her one armed pull-up and quickly scoots up into the rafters of the room, hidden away from the oncoming thugs.