That is Not Dead Which Can Eternal Lie [Incursion PvP]

[Zak Dymo]

Post Theme: [ Panic Switchhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AG8fugqFn9Q ]
Equipment: Azi | Sasori Toolkit | Blaster Pistol
Nearby: [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"] | [member="Karren Trask"]

Voices echoed from somewhere.

Cloaking himself in the Force, the young Pantoran was like a living shadow as he came across another hangar port. There seemed a ship of some sort there, with three individuals engaged in conversation at the foot of a loading ramp. Nothing about them seem to betray their allegiance or their purpose, so he would avoid them for the moment. Instead, merely making a mental note of their presence and the fact that he'd need to remember to check behind him in case any one of the three picked up on his trail.

The boy's invocation of Force Stealth was quite well conceived, the result of training at the Academy on Skye under the Knights of Ren. The one flaw in the cloak being the Yuuzhan Vong biot, as a Force User adept at Vongsense would doubtless detact the presence of the amphistaff.

Slipping away from the door, the shadow ghosted down a corridor that branched off and away from the hangar where the three were engrossed in conversation.

If he was going to find something of note, he likely needed to stop circling the rim of the ringworld and seek out a position further in.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Allies: The Dark
Enemies: [member="Karren Trask"] [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Veiere Arenais"]
Nearby, but unknown to her: [member="Boo Chiyo"]
Equipment: War Armour, Healing Amulet, Banshee Staff
Ship: Fury

She saw him look back she looked over as well, she saw two other Jedi coming one old, and one young. Damn too many, she thought to herself. She have to keep stalking, until another attacks them, or one falls behind. She knew there was too many to take on, even if one was carrying a wooden staff. She kept to shadows, but tried to listen to them talking. She was frustrated in knowing, she could not hope to engage the three of them and win. She decide to would not abort the attack, but wait as they where going into the lion's den, and at some point they would come under attack. She had nothing else she could do but wait, and follow till it happened.

 

[Progflaw99]

Tartarus \\ Rihkxyrk Assault Fighter​

Status: Investigating Tartarus​

Equipment: Draugr Armor | Dur-24 Wrist Blaster | Dual Phase Lightsaber​

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It was a remarkable sight, not even Coruscant in its prime could compete with the intricacies of Tartarus – unlike anything Zodan had ever seen. As he took in the view from the cockpit of his Starfighter, a quiet alarm began to sound. Casually glancing at the display in front of him, he found the source of the vessel’s notification. An unidentified vessel pulling away from what looked to be a landing pad – or at least a relatively stable surface. *Intriguing.* he thought. Letting his hands guide his own ship closer he could see it now; it was indeed a landing pad, though as to its purpose he could only guess.

It was an easy task to bring the nimble fighter in for a landing, the canopy open before the vessel had even ceased forward motion. Zodan had slowed the fighter enough that he could deposit himself upon the pad, the autopilot function engaged and instructed to conceal itself wherever it could and power down its main systems. How he had made it past detection he didn’t know – perhaps the will of the Force, perhaps something else. On the other hand, maybe he had been detected and it was in fact the goal of these mechanical invaders to lure them in. Either way, Zodan wasn’t one to worry.

With little more than a shove off, he let his body fall towards the landing pad as his ship flew by, bracing himself for the impact. As he neared the deck, a quick activation of his jump boots created a sputter of thrust that slowed his descent, allowing him a relatively gentle landing. With a crack of his neck, the jump boots went silent before his feet set him on the path leading towards the interior. Whose ship had just recently been settled here had left no clues as to its occupants. A man more subtle might have cautiously tread into the facility, sneaking about in expectation of running into those ahead – Zodan had no such inhibitions. Large strides took him quickly towards the facility. It was a small matter to prepare himself, activating his helmet shroud before entering.

As he did so, a spark of light pulsed at the edge of his conscious mind, a familiar and yet foreign presence felt for the briefest of moments. His breath caught – he knew that presence but failed to place it. There was something familiar, someone he knew of, had been close to. In what capacity eluded him. He shook off the sensation, instead choosing to continue down the corridor. If the Force willed it, he would soon be upon them, if not – perhaps it would eventually reveal the stranger’s identity to him.

[member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Aver Brand"]​

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

Location: Tartarus
Objective: Examine the Facilities.
Gear: Lightsaber
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The beauty and intricacy of the technologies that lay within Tartarus had been the first thing to catch Jorryn's eyes, an abundance of technology that she had not seen before in her admittedly short lifetime. Still it was doubtful that she would see such an advanced ringworld for many more years. She had originally come to destroy the station and collect any useful technology that she could find, but that was before she had seen what the Contingency had made for themselves. Features that did not fail to impress the young Sith Acolyte.

The long halls had no occupants in them, though Jorryn had seen enough images of the mechanical skeletons that the Contingency had relied on for their operations to be wary about her surroundings. She wouldn't allow herself to be taken by surprise by some droids.

Jorryn's more immediate concern had to do with the others that had presumably achieve similar goals as her, find the technology and use it for themselves. It would not be in anyone's best interest to allow for others to steal tech to benefit their factions and leaving themselves with nothing but scraps. No, they would have to fight for the prizes. Jorryn knew this well enough and prepared herself for the eventual confrontation with another one of these individuals who had came to Tartarus.

She brushed her cloak clear of her left side as she wandered down the halls, leaving the hilt that her lightsaber hung off exposed to let all that saw Jorryn know who she was.

If anyone would choose to attack her, she would gladly show them the power of the dark side.

She could sense them in the distance, both those who served the light and the dark and those that served themselves. She did not care to chase them down, she was far more interested in finding and salvaging any technology she could for the benefit of the Sith Empire. Then again, perhaps the Contingency could offer something greater than the lords of the Sith. This facility was a grand example of their power and supremacy and Jorryn wondered what else such people could offer.

 

[Ellie Mors]

The Invisible Plan

Objective: Be on the winning side
Equipment: Armor, Lightsaber

Her trek had begun with the death of her pilot, albeit by her hands, and where she strode so, too, did the trail of death follow. She didn't see it that way, of course, as she believed droids and those without proper sentience to be a lower life-form than she - just as she viewed the Sith as a whole to be little more than a cleverly constructed facade of its golden era - and thought little of their smoldering frames when they fell to the cold floor beneath her, rent asunder by viciously precise strikes of blinding red that, if only temporarily, illuminated her vicinity with flashes of red that were extinguished as quickly as her adversaries collapsed. The Sith's primary concern was to emerge from this soiree still standing, collecting a decent prize was a closely tailing secondary, and thus she could not spare any amount of her time to acknowledge these feeble foes with anything more than her lightsaber, which was generous enough as it were.

She could feel the vague presence of many arrivals in a close enough distance that she could simply keep walking down the hall and come into contact with another, assuming they did not skirt away to avoid a confrontation. It mattered little to her, of course - confrontations were an inevitable fact of life, avoiding them only made one weak with each passing day, and were essential to growth. A slender hand, covered by the phrik that armored her, reached up behind her head to pull the fur-trimmed hood to cover her brow and obscure her face whilst her other, her left, retrieved her lightsaber with a subtle flick of the wrist and an effortlessly willed tug of the force. The blade remained unlit, the Sith having little desire to grant whatever foe might lurk beyond a chance to prepare themselves for a potential fight, although she made no concerted effort to diminish her presence in the force.

[member="Aver Brand"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="BBZ-20"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Macharius Solaire"] [member="Nemesis Nemonus"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="Malen"] [member="Karren Trask"] [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Lina Renning"] [member="Zodan Osyk-Drul"] [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]

 

[Malen]

Objective: Investigate the Contigency/Get Some Tech
Gear: Armor, Pistol, GS Grenade, DKS Slugs, Rifle, Multiple Datapads(2), Phrik Blade & Knife, Scramble Key, Lancer computer spike, Eavesdrop Protection Unit, Charric pistol.

The more he walked, the more he could sense a variety of force sensitives with the overall signature being grey. On one side, he sensed a large dark presence([member="Darth Ananta"]) with a myriad of other dark users; one the other hand, he also could sense a beacon of light, no doubt coming from a Jedi Master. That was one person he didn't intend to run into.


Malen then tried to use a packet tracker, attempting to track the origins of where any packets were coming from. He however didn't find any packets, meaning there was no holonet connection.

One thing he hated though was that he didn't have any eyes, or ears. He then wrote on his datapad that he should develop something along those lines when he returned back to his own.

Continuing to move forward, he kept an eye for anyone that was an enemy, ready to respond to hostilities from any direction.

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Tatarus.
Objective: Investigate the source of Darkness.
Equipment: Robes of Zhaelor, Lightsabers of Svivren, Promissium Annulos.
Friendly: [member="Tiland Kortun"], [member="Karren Trask"]
Others: [member="Boo Chiyo"], [member="Darth Banshee"], [member="Zodan Osyk-Drul"], [member="BBZ-20"]

"Nor did I, Master Kortun..." Veiere remarked as he eyed their environment skeptically, "Nor did I" he repeated in conclusion. Tiland Kortun was a gentle man, older than Veiere yet with a good heart that shone for those in need; together they had moved to spread the word and teachings of the Jedi code through the Church of the Force so long ago, before Commenor become the Systems Alliance and before the reformation of the Jedi Order of Deneba. Naturally the way their paths had interwoven, veering off yet inevitably coming back to a place such as this for which potentially held the greatest threat Veiere had witnessed, not only to those who followed the light but those two whom preyed in the darkness.

Turning back to offer something of an appreciative smile to [member="Karren Trask"], Veiere gestured to [member="Tiland Kortun"] with a hint of reluctance and modest sympathy; "Padawan Trask, if you'd be so kind as to watch over the good Master while we're here..." Veiere's words faded, his concentration seeming to momentarily part from the pair and what he was saying with a dark powerful shift that yearned for the attention of his minds eye; "I would very much appreciate it.." He added a little softer than his tone had before, turning to look back away from the ship and the Jedi whom had left it to sink his gaze farther ahead into the mechanical metal city.

There were a number of others in the area, some of them he had trouble gaining a focus on, the astromech [member="BBZ-20"] for example holding no force signature as it were a droid and thus escaping Veiere's notice entirely while [member="Darth Banshee"]'s presence was faint as she sought to remain concealed for the time; it was however the sudden awareness of [member="Zodan Osyk-Drul"] that had immediately put Veiere on his guard, his hands falling to the sasche wrapped around his waist for which acted as a belt and held his lightsabers, one clipped to either side of him. He did not seek to pull their from their holds as of yet, however this presence came with a menacing darkness not in it's simple being but rather it's desire to meet with him and kill him. The two had first come into contact upon the world of Ossus, the Silver Jedi world for which the First Order had sought to devastate. Many died that day, blood had been spilled on either side yet it was this man who had removed Veiere from his primary focus, clouded his mind with the dreams of darker visions in the past and now seemed determined to track him down and finish what was started.

"I am afraid there is something I must do..." He announced to the pair now at his back, his gaze turning to the right and looking down to the ground in a moments consideration, "Where I go I would ask that you do not follow. Instead turn your attentions to this place, the source of this Contingency must be put to an end...-All peoples will suffer under it if we are not successful...-Have faith my friends, the Force will be with you" he smiled warily, not making eye contact though the sentiment would not go amiss before he moved again and sought to head in the direction of the one whom hunted him. If this rivalry with Zodan was not put to an end then Veiere had no doubt that this man would come targeting his family next, using his emotional entanglements against him.

 

[Ruby (Incursion)]

In another time, in another place, a group like this might have been able to accomplish great things. Knights and mercenaries, the right and left hands of the nobility, the warrior caste out to play.

Ruby was loathe to compare this miserable lot to the warriors of antiquity, the brave souls that stood by his side at the fall of Orax. They were wretched, debased beings, corrupted by greed. It pained him to use such substandard material for the final plan, but it was not his call to make. Onyx had declared that they were to be made useful, and the Knight Commander was determined to see his Lord's will made reality. Even manure had its place, when one knew how to use it.

It was time to send the signal.

Near the landing sites, situated roughly in the center of the cluster, was a dome-shaped building. It was a massive structure, the surface carved with an intricate network of runes that were faintly unsettling to look at closely. The runes illuminated, casting a blood-red glare across the landscape that was visible for miles around.

As the glow intensified, a signal was broadcast across all comm channels.

"Come, warriors. Power and glory await the worthy. But beware! Only one may make it inside to claim the prize. If you wish to leave this world alive, I recommend that be you."

[member="Darth Banshee"] [member="BBZ-20"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Macharius Solaire"] [member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Darth Ananta"] [member="Nemesis Nemonus"] [member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="Malen"] [member="Karren Trask"] [member="Lina Renning"] [member="Zodan Osyk-Drul"] [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] [member="Aver Brand"]

 

[RC 212]

Objective: Investigate the Dome
With: [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Engaging: Open


[member="Ruby"]

Master Veire was gone and she heeded his instructions not to follow.

Darkness stirred. She felt the wave of red glare as much as she saw it. she lifted her eyes to the heavens and breathed a heavy exhale, feeling the familiar glow of darkness wash over her. It was almost welcoming, bringing her into its arms. As the voice spoke she felt a familiar crackled in her spine.

Her center was fast fading. A storm brewing within the girl. She felt the light and dark in perfect balance now, fighting one another. Her grip tightened, white knuckled around her saber hilt. She knew only one thing. this power was intoxicating, and it flowed from the epicenter of the dome on the horizon.

Visions of grandeur became her.

She was standing on the deck of a mighty Warship, surrounded by and armada. She looked down, to discover herself clad in silver and blue full plate armor. At her side a mighty Grandsaber, twice the length of her saber now. It glowed a pure white, blazing with the power of Twin Tatooine Suns. She spoke...​

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"Begin the Assault, for the Glory of the Templars!"​

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Fire rained down upon the Sith armada, then time sped up. Again the image played over and over. Slaying world after world with divine justice, killing them with the power of undying light, burning Darkness with Darkside....​

Her visions shattered. She felt a familiar tug behind her nose and doubled over, slipping into another.

She was far away. She was younger than her last vision. She looked down. A black jumpsuit, a scuttled half destroyed Marauder Corvette. Ssi-Ruvi lizards swarmed the room. On instinct she activated her saber, a brilliant purple that cast a garish pall upon the room. The lizard closed, she struck and it's scream echoed in eternity.......​

Then the vision broke again. She was gasping for air, doubled over. slowly her head rose, eyes drinking in the red light. Whatever this person offered, she knew only one thing. It was a shatter-point towards her destiny.....




Which path will you choose? Take the power Karren. You will not regret it.

No. I cannot. I must resist. It is not my mandate to seek power.

That's why you allowed Yumi to train you in the Darkside? Right under the Jedi Orders nose? Why you sought forbidden fruit? Did it suit you then.

.....

Exactly. All you have to do is reach out, and the power to save the galaxy can be yours....

"Yes!!!!!!"​

"Kortun, we must go there. We can't let that place fall into the wrong hands.....I've.....I've felt it."

She took of bounding, not waiting to see if he would follow. The force propelled her like an X-Wing shrieking in for it's kill....

 

[Zak Dymo]

Post Theme: [ Nightlights ]
Equipment: Azi | Sasori Toolkit | Blaster Pistol

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Strange glowing icon... things.

Were those sigils? Or runes? They were very sigil-y...

And then an ominous voice from beyond. Because what else went with red glowing sigil-y things than a good ol' ominous voice from beyond?

Bringing a hand up to the earlink that was clipped to the side of his head, the young Pantoran listened as the message was broadcast. When the message had finished, the boy exchanged a long look with the amphistaff peering from over his shoulder.

Mew.

"-tt-" the boy uttered aloud, perhaps in agreement with the mewling hiss from the biot.

As an assassin, one thing that the boy didn't like was invitations. It just meant that the enemy knew where you'd be, and could plan accordingly. Not to mention others.

So rather than head toward the glowing dome, the boy hung back to see what the people back in the hangar were up to.

[member="Ruby"]​

 

[Progflaw99]

Tartarus \\ Rihkxyrk Assault Fighter​

Status: Investigating Tartarus​

Equipment: Draugr Armor | Dur-24 Wrist Blaster | Dual Phase Lightsaber​

Seeking: [member="Veiere Arenais"]​

As his own presence became known to [member="Veiere Arenais"], Zodan's lips upturned into a satisfied grin. *So he is here.*

Since their first encounter in the skies and upon the surface of Ossus, Zodan had meditated on little else. Between his responsibilities as a Knight of Ren he not only replayed his encounter with the Jedi but began to obsess about it, the nightmares going from an occasional occurrence to a nightly event. In fact, Zodan couldn't remember a night he hadn't gone without a visit from the figure wreathed in light, looming above him. The man's footsteps had taken him some distance, the Jedi's presence elusive. A distraction caused him to divert, a red glow emanating from beyond. It was the message transmitted that sparked his communicator to life. An open challenge it seemed.

It was right of him to consider how simple it had been to arrive at his destination, almost as if they themselves were being lured by something far more dangerous than the looming fleets or massive droid-like armies they'd fielded to date. Something sinister indeed. Now he was presented with two choices, pursue his own agenda or redirect towards the dome which seemed to be set near the center of this... place. For a moment he stood still, his mind searching for the answers he knew were there, somewhere deep within the Force. It was in fact the Force which jarred him from his own thoughts - it looked like he wouldn't need to choose after all. A glint of pleasure flashed across his eyes. He could feel the Jedi's presence diverge from the rest. They were aware of each other, that much was certain. It looked like it was time to play.

He picked up his travel once more, taking a wide path towards the dome along where he thought the Jedi to be, an intercept course. He would not hide, he would not sneak between the buildings or structures. Instead he walked confidently down the center of each path he tread, almost taunting the fates.

< We meet again Master Jedi... >​

 

[Causstik Rahn]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LGNc5azoizI[/media]​

Engaging: [member="Karren Trask"], [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Armor: In sig

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik Rahn lifted himself from the Sergeant’s corpse. He had removed his helmet so that he could… Eat. Blood and slobber seeping from his jowls, the one eyed Trandoshan heard a call over the comms from one of the wretched machines he worked for. It became increasingly obvious that they would leave none alive lest they make it to the center of Tartarus. He placed his helmet back upon his head and began to make his way towards the core. His blood soaked boots making squelching noises as he walked, Causstik was sure he’d be heard by any nearby foes. His tongue flicked the confines of his helmet and he could taste prey on the wind.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Mmm… Smellsss… Tasty,” He growled to no one in particular.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik had abandoned his jet pack in favor of carrying a weapon of a larger [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]caliber[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]. Of course his sawed off eight gauge still sat on his hip and his flamethrowers lay attached to his wrist. Causstik could hear someone speaking from beyond the halls. Then in a flash something whizzed by the Trandoshan. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]JEDI[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]!!!” He hissed, quickly reaching behind his back and unhooking the cannon. He needn’t aim with this, so long as it got near the Jedi it would kill if not mangle her. Causstik fingered the trigger and let loose.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“WITNESS ME SCOREKEEPER!!!” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]BOOM[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]BOOM[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]BOOM!!![/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Explosions rocked the halls of hell as Causstik let loose with the large weapon. The roar of the grenade launching minigun was deafening. But, surprisingly despite the high impact explosives it had no effect on the metal the machines had used to create the station. Still Causstik watched through his one good eye as great fiery infernos erupted all over the ship. The flames reflecting in his own mad gaze. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]KILL THE JEDI! SMASH HER TO PIECES! CRUSH HER TO A PULP![/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The sight of a Jedi caused the voices to roar in the Trandoshan’s head. He was more than T’dosch he was a rogue Sith spawn. A being of pure chaos, anger, and hatred. It burned him up inside to see a Jedi loose. The need to kill Jedi was palpable for him and with every saber he collected he knew he did the Scorekeeper’s work. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Die! DIE![/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]DIE[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]!” [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Causstik roared, until he realized he had depleted his store of ammunition. He shrugged off the ammunition pack and let the cannon fall to the floor with a thud. His heat sensing eyes peered through the smoke in search of whatever may have remained of his prey. And if she survived… [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik hefted his shotgun from his hip and readied to blast any Jedi that was left to bits...[/SIZE]

 

[Darth Banshee]

Allies: The Dark and possibly [member="Zodan Osyk-Drul"]
Enemies: [member="Karren Trask"] [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Veiere Arenais"]
Nearby, but unknown to her: [member="Boo Chiyo"]
Equipment: War Armour, Healing Amulet, Banshee Staff
Ship: Fury

She saw another come, and openly challenge the Jedi master. She smiled it was nearly time, she got herself in a postion so she could ignite her light saberstaff, and put it into the older one. He may be poorly armed, but he was possibly stronger in the force. She could not really sense anyone whilst she was cloaked, so judgment based on their age. He was an old gnarled man, whilst she was still young, and almost a blank canvas, she may not have much knowledge in the force. She would take her on second, after she dealt with the old man, with the stick. She was still cloaked and in the shadow, she was waiting to see how the Jedi and the Knight of Ren fought. As the other two may engage as well, or hang back and watch, leaving their backs exposed.

So in the end she just repeated herself, and waited for events to unfold.

 

[Lina Renning]

Objective: Stayin' Alive
Gear: Blaster | Sword
Nearby: [member="Darth Ananta"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"]
Some Vibes: X

Come, warriors.

The dome glowed red and a signal sounded in her comm. She started in surprise, but she listened with intense, painstaking care.

Power and glory await the worthy. But beware! Only one may make it inside to claim the prize.
If you wish to leave this world alive, I recommend that be you.

Lina didn't want power. She didn't want glory. But she did want to leave this world alive.

The first and only time her life had been in danger thanks to somebody instead of something, she had been weak to the point of living only through mercy. It was not something she was in a hurry to repeat. She'd gone to great lengths to make sure that if she faced another foe her survival would be on her own terms. And she was sure that although she was miles from formidable, she could hold off defeat long enough to make her escape.

But what when there was no escape?
She would have to fight until the fight came to an end by itself.

That meant somebody would die. She did not want to die. She did not want to cause death. Lina Renning was a Jedi. She was a healer. And what would Kana think? Force, what would Maddie think?

But if it was a matter of life or death...

No.

She could stop it from getting to that.

Stay hidden and try to survive. Walk away with their deaths on her conscience. She didn't like it, but the alternative was not to walk away at all. Ever again. And Lina was afraid to die.

If she was noticed, the odds were she would be killed. So she went where she'd be least likely to be noticed. She stayed away from the dome, and waves of her connection to the Force searched for nearby strangers as Lina hid behind inconspicuity.

She could survive this. Yes. She'd be fine. Surely she'd get through this.

 

[Ruby (Incursion)]

"They're not responding, my Lord."

The voice that replied spoke in no tongue that no mere mortal could endure, much less comprehend. The Knight Commander of the Contingency shivered in ecstasy and agony as it rolled over him, its thorny embrace impregnating his mind with thoughts that were not his own. As the spiny tendrils of thought withdrew from his consciousness, he knew what he was to do next.

"I understand, my Lord."

From the depths of Tartarus, it came. It flowed from veins that could not exist, harvested from a being that had no place in this world. The very presence of the donor was an abomination that blighted everything it touched. It was not a prisoner, but an honored guest. No shackles bound its limbs, no chains held it down. It watched with dark, intelligent eyes the color of death, as the obedient Shard attendants slashed at the meter thick vessels that wormed their way down its massive arms.

The blades bit through the flesh, into the walls of the veins. The fetid ichor flooded forth, the miasma of madness and corruption thick in the air. The attendants spasmed for a moment, then fell, their very souls erased by the midnight deluge.

Of its own accord, the blasphemous lifeblood writhed and wriggled its way to a collection pool. Decaliter upon decaliter collected in the pool, awaiting the moment when pumps would send it to the surface. It was impossible to tell just how much of it there was. The collection pool was rated at 100,000 decaliters, surely more than any being, no matter its origin, could possibly give. And yet, it kept flowing, showed no signs of stopping. So much of the stuff in one place warped reality. There was no way to tell how much the pool held, because no instruments existed that could measure the distortion of the physical universe.

Massive pumps the size of starships sent the black ichor rocketing to the surface through a network of pipes that directed it to the desired destination.

Ruby was watching the would-be fighters that had assembled in his area of operations. The surface of Tartarus was littered with spouts that could jet the liquid corruption to just about anywhere, and he aimed sprays towards each of their locations. He couldn't be sure whether or not it would make contact; anyone with even an ounce of Force sensitivity might sense it coming, if they knew what they were looking for.

For those who were struck by the blood: madness. The pure madness that came from surrendering one's will wholly to the dark Gods that lurked beyond the veil. The Iron Knight awaited eagerly to see who would know the true gospel of the universe.

OOC NOTE: Completely up to you whether you get gooed or not. I can't make anyone take the hit if they don't want.

[member="Darth Banshee"] [member="BBZ-20"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Macharius Solaire"] [member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Darth Ananta"] [member="Nemesis Nemonus"] [member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="Malen"] [member="Karren Trask"] [member="Lina Renning"] [member="Zodan Osyk-Drul"] [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] [member="Aver Brand"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

Soldiers of the Wastelands

Objective: Be on the winning side
Equipment: Armor, Lightsaber

It wasn't the glowing red dome, a symbolism reaching to signify power and strength in order, nor was it the eerie voice which truly threatened to force Ananta to abandon her plans. The realization of so many potential combatants approaching the superstructure, in and of itself, was hardly a thought to wet the appetite - it was apparent that she would find no real conflict with those that had injected themselves into the circumstance for their own personal gain. This had been her testing ground for potential rivals in the modern galactic scene for capabilities amongst Jedi and Sith alike, and yet none had approached her unspoken challenge - or none of them had recognized it for what it was. It appeared that this had not only disappointed her, but the host of this gathering whom had evidently permitted their arrival with a purpose far grander than had been hinted at in the whisperings of power and technology for switching sides.

She, herself, had no qualms with ripping the life from a foe if it brought her closer to discovering if aligning herself with these obsessive droids might bring her goals closer to fruition, but it, again, was not what had spurred her to drop her passive outlook on the situation.

A master of the mind, a meticulous craftswoman of trinkets which alter the state of the mind - a purveyor of that which wreaks havoc on the sanity of one's foes, if you would - Ananta was intimately familiar with the state of delirium one could experience by mere exposure with an enigma incomprehensible to the minds of those bound to morality and tethered to the walls of reality. It was the part of her that she most loved - the insatiable lust for the frost that clawed its way up and down the spine of those squirming within the grip of insanity - and it was one aspect of the force that had never quite reached her as she did others. Fewer and fewer of the modern warriors employed any modicum of psychological trauma on their foes, and fewer still relied on the force as their vehicle of change.

The sensation that seeped through the foundation of Tartarus itself was skin-tightening, mind-numbing, and absolutely surreal in the most horrific and sick ways imaginable - so powerful, and yet so blissfully unforgiving in its refusal to declare its presence in any particular way but to state how much it did not belong in this world or the next - and it arose a sense of caution in her that she had not felt in years that numbered longer than the modern era could remember. If she was the shark that swam hungrily in search of fish, this was the leviathan that devoured the souls of the beasts which could consume her - and she wanted it.

Its arrival, in and of itself, was predictable by the mere stress it placed on the fabric of reality, but not quite the manner of its arrival. She had expected a face behind the presence, and the sudden spray of viscous liquid arrived at the moment she suspected a glint of silver to arc down attached to a blade in a tour de force from a direction she could not wholly perceive. A shimmering white flare surrounded the Sith lord for a moment, liquid rebounding from the shield of pure energy wrought from the force, before she realized what exactly it was that had put her on edge. The exact properties of what it was that quickly rose up from the floor and raced towards her feet was beyond her, but deep in her gut she knew there was something far more sinister at work than a plot to dampen her clothing and she was on the move before its murky touch could lay its claim to her flesh.

And but what better way to take the precautionary instructions to heart than to escape the flood by seeking out the dome that she had cared little for only moments before?

[member="Ruby"] [member="Lina Renning"] [member="Boo Chiyo"]

 

[Darlyn Excron]

• Location: Tatarus
• Objective: Raise Hell, Find Ruby, Kill Ruby, Or make sure Ruby is annoyed and/or dead
• Vessel: MS-10
• Equipment: Everything in signature plus "Death Special", Punisher Pistol, Hussar Pistol, HC Mallet Charric Hand Cannon, and seven six thermal detonators.
• Enemies: [member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Ruby"]
• Allies:
• Unknown: [member="Darth Banshee"] | [member="Karren Trask"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Darth Ananta"]

Darlyn heard the announcement, somewhere shortly before running into a droid (and by running into of course he means repeatedly firing a blaster point blank into its chest until it stopped its spasms). He ran a finger over his chin, against the metal, smiling behind his mask. So the Dome eh? He chuckled and began making his way, purposely discharging his weapon frequently into anything and everything with a flashing light or locomotion, singing about painting the town ruby red. If the knight commander was truly here, or had a bug, or any sort of way of hearing in, perhaps he would be disgusted or amused by the man's single minded determination to be a pain in his rear. Probably the former, all things considered, though his decision to come here at least spoke volumes about his morals.

Ruby had messed up and Darlyn came to reap the cost. Though, as he approached an area quite covered in noise, thick black jets of liquid began to spew up from, well everywhere really. Mostly up, however. He'd sensed the danger, naturally, though the loud explosives going off had been occupying his mind. Not proficient in any sort of 'shield' capabilities, the man had to resort to more traditional means. Namely, he broke into a mad sprint, full speed. Due to this, he would pass by a large transdoshian attacking two individuals, and for a brief moment time seemed to slow for him as he observed.

Mad, bloodthirsty, the Transdoshian had to be the aggressor. That meant he either didn't care about this Contingency, or worked for it. Either situation was lackluster in ideal. Then, the two, jedi obviously. Even with his force abilities hampered, as he was approaching, he could pick up on the context clues, namely the old man. No fan of jedi... Darlyn could care less if they were being attacked for their beliefs. But, the possibility, the probability of this large madman's allegiance was what troubled him. Ah well, if sith and jedi could agree to disagree for one day, so could he. Slipping his left hand into the Charric's holster, he pulled the powerful gun out and fired two quick, successive shots from each weapon, one from the DL-18, one from the Mallet, at the large beast of a lizard man, before rolling and continuing his sprint towards the Dome with a single yell behind him.

"Oh my look at the weather! I'd suggest you get inside quickly before you get wet!"

And with that he continued, noting a dark presence not terribly far ahead of him (Ananta). Friend, foe, hardly mattered. It wasn't Ruby, and he'd done his civic duty with the Transdoshian. If he followed to attack Darlyn, he'd die. If not, he might still die. It was simple enough in his mind.. He holstered the Mallet once more, and drew his Hussar pistol in preparation. Just because his dark presence would be felt by whoever was ahead of him didn't mean they would assume him to be a capable force user. Enough darkness could condense around a gunslinger of questionable morals, though his strength would betray at least some training.

 

[RC 212]

Just in the Entrance of the Dome
Engaging: Ya boy; [member="Causstik Rahn"]

Feet thundered across loose dirt, heels digging deep to maintain her stability. Then she felt it, a whirling current of death and destruction that nearly manifested in the physical and knocked her off her feet. Karren growled, clutching her saber hilt in her index and thumb, rest of her fingers extended and joined. Just before the grenades exploded she roared, lifting a force shield with all her determination. At once she felt the currents of the force surge through her, knocking the air from her lungs.

The concussive blast of the grenades pushed her back a few inches as they exploded one after the other. Multiple blossoms of orange and black wilting flame, whizzing shrapnel and resonating booms daisy chained on top of each other. She felt her focus slip as the glare seared her retina's bringing pain that was searing hot, like white hot lances.

The assault wasn't over then. Her goals were split now. Half of her wanted to run, the other half wanted to crush the one who brought the pain. Two sides of a singular coin warred within her, eyes flicking back and forth. Her lips pressed into a razor thin line and her jaw tightened, brows furrowing into sharply slanted lines.

A dangerous glare came to her eyes. Caustik fired the scattergun as she moved, pushing off with her right foot, V stepping left. The left side of her body riddled with the pieces of the shot rounds, spraying blood and punching parts of her robe into the wounds. Both hands gripped her lightsaber as it ignited, centred on her body vertically.

Black goo rained from the sky, a droplet splattering on her arm, then rolling along the skin like a gelatinous slug. It wormed it's way lightning fast into her nose, and she gagged, choking on the nasal drip. Then her breath came back and familiar darkness rushed in invigorating her. More goo fell, assaulting the pores of her skin. She smiled in wicked delight at the feeling....

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What is this..... I must...resist!​

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Give in Karren. Embrace your destiny.​

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No......No....NNOOOOO​

Then her saber reversed grip, flicking behind her vertically. Another roar escaped her as her eyes locked with the attacking Barabell, digging deep to ignore the pain. Her left arm cocked back, as if to throw something, then slammed forwards, palm open fingers extended and joined. Her back arced as she completed the moment, eyes flashing a fiery shade of yellow for the briefest of moments.

This was one of those times. Times where Yumi had taught her to release her rage.

A roiling wall of force energy ripped towards Caustik, carrying loose dirt, steel shards and anything on the ground with it. The tsunami hurtled for him, she crouched, tensing up to spring in either a counter or a full on attack of savage proportions.

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Tatarus.
Opponent: [member="Zodan Osyk-Drul"]
Equipment: Robes of Zhaelor, Lightsabers of Svivren, Promissium Annulos.
Nearby: [member="Darth Banshee"]
Incursion: [member="Ruby"]

His presence was growing ever stronger, this opposition enveloped within the power of the Darkside of the Force. [member="Zodan Osyk-Drul"] had already proven himself once to be all encompassing of his anger and obsession in bringing Veiere down, what drove this man could only be equally questionable to that of the visions which had followed in ever frequent succession since their confrontation within the orbit of Ossus. Now, that much later after the fight, Veiere had come into the knowledge that he was indeed a part of the First Order's invasion force against those of the Silver Jedi Order, this First Order of which the Commenor Systems Alliance had trade agreements with. [member="Samka Derith"] herself had on several occasions met with he and [member="Lady Kay"] to discuss events of the past that had been less than ideal yet never brokered a reason to seek hostilities towards one another and despite the imperialism of the First Order's governments reign across their territories, how and why they run their sector of space was in their hands and by no means a deterrent towards the growing relationship between the two political empires. While none of this might seem relevant to their meeting today, the fact was that were he to know about the First Order's involvement there, they would too have likely come into the intelligence that Veiere himself was involved and therefore brought the Systems Alliance into the First Order's line of sight.

"I have not come here for you..." Veiere spoke the words in an inaudible mumble beneath his breath, reiterating them as he projected them across the short distance that separated the pair, each growing ever closer until they would soon find themselves face to face. Zodan ever the embodiment of the Knights of Ren, the secretive force sect of the First Order for whom Samka Derith herself had uttered the name during a time in which she had been little more than a Disciple back during their first meeting. Veiere knew not their ranking structure nor the background of the Order itself, the girl of whom had spoken the name had withdrawn and kept anything more from his notice yet that was enough to put an idea to the face of the man whom stood before him now.

"Come, warriors. Power and glory await the worthy. ​

But beware! Only one may make it inside to claim the prize. ​

If you wish to leave this world alive, I recommend that be you."​

​

The intrusion of their communications devices halted any further interaction between the peer, Veiere's gaze drawn down momentarily to listen to the announcement against whatever small security functions his typical commlink held across multiple varying frequencies. How this contingency operated he knew even less about than he did the Order of Ren though this mechanical voice he did recognize, it sounded similar if not identical to the very same Iron Knight that had led the shards attack against the Force Praxeum upon Commenor.

"I do not understand what calls to us" Veiere spoke up, acknowledging Zodan though seeking to point out the inevitable fact, "But I've little doubt the First Order placed you here for the same reason that I have come..." he gave light that the other would identify his knowledge in the Ren's origins. The force pooled to them both, their presence upon the metal world colliding with one another, light and the dark, both forces of spiritual and physical energies, the lifeblood of nature surrounding them and empowering them both though Veiere made no move to intimidated nor provoke his foe. "There is more at stake here than we know..." He sought to remind Zod of this, that they might be able to stave off a fight for the time being and instead seek answers to what was becoming of them.

'What was that...'

Below, something shifted and a great churning of metal and the releasing of steam echoed throughout the floor followed by the sound of pressure ever rising towards them. Within, the Force cried out in warning, Veiere's mind pulled from the focus of the Ren and instead drew power from all around, his hands extending to either side fingers unfurling from his palms and reaching out in desperation, the telekinetic energy of the Force being summoned around him in a sudden and defensive wall, it too to every side of himself, above and too below, an orb that sought to shield him from whatever was coming and soon, glowed into physical sight as he called upon the Light to strengthen his ability in protecting himself.

 

[Progflaw99]

[ Theme ]​

Tartarus \\ Rihkxyrk Assault Fighter​

Status: Give In | [member="Ruby"]​

Equipment: Draugr Armor | Dur-24 Wrist Blaster | Dual Phase Lightsaber​

Seeking: [member="Veiere Arenais"]​

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Powerful strides brought him ever closer to the Jedi, a few more turns and they would find each other face to face. Zodan's eyes flashed at the reply he felt through the Force, a smirk of amusement settling in across his features. *But I have come here for you.* he thought to himself as the telepathic link was severed. One more corner. And with a few more steps, he set sights on the man ahead, this time his audible voice grating against his ears in place of the mind. The Jedi's words brought Zodan's footsteps to a halt as he appraised the man before him. A small open space separated the two, almost a sort copse though here there were no trees, only jutting pieces of machinery and exhaust ports. He found it amusing that the Jedi mentioned the First Order and his purpose here, implying that the First Order had a vested interest in the dealings of the galaxy at large. He considered that for a moment. It wasn't entirely wrong, it was true enough that the First Order had involved themselves across the galaxy in a number of conflicts between governments. How was this Jedi supposed to know the machinations behind the public face of the Order?

*Arrogant.* thought the Knight as he listened to the words of the lightsider across the small 'clearing'. As his words turned to their surroundings, Zodan took a moment to look, not only but to inspect their surroundings in more detail A world of metal and gears, machinery and strange efficiency. Whatever this place was it didn't bode well for the galaxy if it were to go unchecked, or at least those too weak to resist the storm it would undoubtedly bring with it. It was as he appraised his surroundings and the object of his obsession that he felt a shift in the ground beneath his feet. A cacophonous belching from deep within the construct shook and moved the machinery around the pair, an almost eerie whistle whipping across its surface. Almost immediately Zodan's eyes narrowed, searching for the danger which was surely about to engulf them both. Again, another belch and rumble before a loud rattling drew his attention to his left. *Pipes.*

The word came unbidden to his mind, eyes darting to several of the largest ports, some in walls, others standalone vents emerging from the surface of the construct.

Fear. Anger. Aggression. The greatest of these, perhaps the first - Zodan was an opportunist, but the sudden eruption of liquid around him had provided both a threat and an opportunity. He could feel the Dark Side surrounding him, almost as if he stood in the very center of the storm - they eye of the storm. Confusion gripped the Ren's mind for a moment, his body unsure whether to obey the will of its master. Instinct fought against his intentions, resisting his direction - at least at first.

He watched as time seemed to come to a near pause, each droplet of spraying fluid tingling at the edge of his perception. A voice reverberated through his mind, not that of the Master Jedi across the clearing, not his own internal voice, something deeper - far darker. It spoke of eons of time, the rise and fall of men and beast. And something more. A rise of machines. Zodan could taste metal now, the familiar taste of blood upon his lips, hot breaths first in, then out. Slowly, calmly, his eyes closed and his arms rose as if to beckon the liquid forth. He embraced it.

A gout of blackened goo erupted all over the Knight of Ren, the Dark Side swelling within his bosom as he succumbed to the calling. Rage boiled to the surface, the primal instincts of his mind taking over control - and with a cupped hand he brought the substance to his lips... and drank deep.