Private Dark Fates on Dark Worlds.

[Lukas]

Lukas' recent discovery that was the joy of travel had bought him to a number of places, however none of those places he'd headed to with any real intent, he'd sort of just stumbled around and found himself in places. This journey, however, was very much different. He actually knew where he was going - Exegol. Some might call it a bit of a pilgrimage for a Sith to visit such a place, and while Lukas lacked the appreciation of history to see it in such a manner, he figured that a visit was something he should at least do. So, he set about on his usual method of 'acquiring' a ship, and departed as quickly as soon as he could.

The ship descended a small distance from the citadel, as Lukas wanted to somewhat familiarise himself with the conditions of the planet before he attempted any real exploring, and his immediate thoughts were summed up quite bluntly. "Wow, this place is dull." was all that was said as the Acolyte cast his gaze around the deserts, struggling to make much out in the darkness. Lukas ignited both of his sabers, using them as make shift torches to cast a little light around him as he made his way towards the ancient citadel.

Lukas was a mix of emotions as he reached the citadel, he was mainly underwhelmed, but was clutching onto a slither of intrigue about such an ancient and, at least he assumed, important place. He came to a sudden halt, turning slowly to look at what was around him. His gut told him he might not be the only one around, he wouldn't be surprised if more had made this pilgrimage, and perhaps there would be others around at this moment. "Anyone?" he shouted out before having given any thought to his actions.

Kyrel Ren

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Exegol while ancient to the Sith, to Kyrel it largely meant nothing. What was it but a dead world, a barren wasteland where the skies were dark and lightning danced constantly. It was only prosperous under the guiding hand of the New Sith Order, and still Kyrel was always wary of who would find this world. Sith of many types were known to pilgrimage to this dead world, and still he had to be careful or the Maw's capital might suffer the wrath of pretenders and heretics that didn't subscribe to the Maw way of life. As always there would be the Master of Ren who's eyes would always watch hidden from the shadows to see who would arrive.

When it wasn't anyone affiliated with Mori's Sith he didn't hesitate on choosing his next victims of which he would slaughter. The Maw's Wrath would keep a watchful eye for who would come cross his path. Even as the Master of Ren desired the death of both Jedi and Sith he thought he would start early in his plans. The catacombs underneath the citadel had recently been fitted for the dumping of corpses that Kyrel had mauled, bitten, and dismembered. What the Sith that wandered into the dark citadel now didn't know of the whispers that chanted the ancient Sith tongue. Many spoke of him and even whispered that the Wrath of the Maw kept an eye on him as well.

Quickly the silence was disrupted by the drop of Kyrel coming from the hidden caverns, and dark corners of the citadel. He wielded a red spear in one hand that oozed dark side energy. It would let out a screech when it flashed it's runes written in the Sith tongue. The Sith would only see that Kyrel was a monster of a different sort, one that had reeked of death and carried deadly intent in his path. "The fly has come to the spider's web." He said with an unsettling bloody smirk. He barely gave the Sith any time to react as the hulking brute would attempt to drive the red spear into him. Staring the Sith in the eyes all the Sith would see was nothing but the never ending darkness of the abyss.

Lukas

 

[Lukas]

Lukas was already kicking himself over having called out for no apparent reason, he couldn't even begin to fathom why he thought he may run into anyone even close to being friendly on a planet so deeply tied with the Sith. However, hearing the voice of another was the last thing he wanted now that he had realised his mistake, and a voice carrying such a threatening message was. The Acolyte quickly turned to face where he had heard the voice, his gaze immediately settling on the spear. Lukas had no recollection of ever having even trained against spears, so the sight of it immediately worried him, and coupled with the sight of the weapons bearer, only made matters worse for Lukas.

"Damn."

The Acolyte summed it all up in a single word, before Kyrel made his move. There was no time for Lukas to think of a plan, all he had to rely on were his instincts, which historically had bought about mixed results. He shuffled back about half a step, still well within the range of the spear, just granting him a fraction more time to react, before stabbing both of his sabers downwards, crossing them slightly, aiming to redirect the spear down towards the ground, and trap it, if only for a moment, in the 'x' made by overlapping the blades. All the while, the Acolyte fixed his gaze on the mans chest, ensuring that his whole body would remain within his field of vision incase of any follow up attacks.

Kyrel Ren

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel moved quickly on the Sith before him. He was a watchful guardian, and in such times of War he didn't particularly trust any Sith. Any and all Sith were beings that Kyrel had despised in both life and death for he saw that the dark side couldn't win as long as the Sith remained in control. He was only tolerant of the New Sith as it was both Solipsis and Mori with whom he had a common accord. Kyrel's gaze could hardly be seen outside of a darkness that had seen the void of death. He seemed to stalk his prey and as if cornered him all the same as he had quickly started to to gain ground against the acolyte for he wouldn't see ferocity in any but what was in the Master of the Knights of Ren.

Watching as his sabers crossed into the ground in an attempt to remain stable. "Perhaps you ought to do a little more in hopes that you could stop me." Kyrel said with black blood dripping down the ghostly white face. His tone was not pleased with how the boy had done so far. With one gesture of his hand open palmed the Master of Ren would cause the same blackened ground that he dug into to come apart piece by piece. In the other hand he tried to recall the Hunger back into his own grasp. The spear would screech as if it were a banshee struggling to break free.

Kyrel growing more displeased by the second would start to summon pieces of the black stone in an attempt to hurl them straight towards the acolyte. The shadowy figure loomed, and advanced slowly while the spear struggled to break free and return to it's Master. While the stone pieces he would send flying would pummel into the acolyte hard in an attempt to send him flying into the wall.

Lukas

 

[Lukas]

"Seems to be holding you back well enough." He grunted, straining against the spear to trap it. The Acolytes gaze momentarily shifted to the blood dripping down Kyrel's face, the frown beneath his mask deepening. It was only a brief moments distraction, but in that moment, Kyrel had began to make his move. His eyes snapping back onto the loosened bits of ground, quickly having to make a decision between ensuring he remained uninjured for as long as possible, or keeping a hold on the opponents weapon for as long as he could.

Lukas made his move quickly, once again choosing to trust his instinct rather than thinking up a plan, raising his lightsabers and backpedaling quickly, taking a few steps off to the side. While he gave up his control over Kyrel's weapon, he once again had a little more distance to work with, meaning that he could brace himself against the barrage of rocks better. While some breezed past him due to his slight step to the side, a good amount still smashed into the Acolyte, knocking him back a few steps. The mask over Lukas' head helped him a great deal, but once barrage had came to a stop, the mask was visibly battered, likely having saved the Acolyte from being knocked clean out, however the mask rattling around had smashed into his nose, causing a small amount of blood to begin leaking from it.

The ground thing seemed to be a good idea, and while Lukas' wasn't sure he quite had the finesse to recreate what Kyrel had done, he was confident in having the raw strength to be able to do something. While his hand was still holding one of his lightsabers, his grip loosened, his fingers raising up from it, visibly straining. Sure enough chunks of ground, a fair amount of it being what had previously smashed into Lukas, began to raise. Lukas let out another grunt, before hurling rocks back at Kyrel. They were far less accurate, some not even remotely on target, but they held a decent amount of speed and force behind them.

Kyrel Ren

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel would watch carefully of the young acolyte before him. He seemed to react barely to any of his attacks, and still remarkably held his own. If it wasn’t for the fact that Kyrel was simply testing him and his defenses. Even as the boy tried to deny him his spear, and at the same time forced to take a step back from the onslaught of rocks he had thrown after him. This had only caused for the boy’s own grip on the spear to be loosened and once more did the Hunger return back to its Master’s very hands.

With the spear gained back into his grasp once more Kyrel had stopped bombarding the boy with rocks. If only to refocus his efforts on using the spear against the boy. Looking the boy over he could smell the scent of fresh blood. The scent of it was enough to entice Kyrel as he saw the liquid slowly start to trickle down from the boys head. Close enough to knock his own helmet off. For a second Kyrel was tempted by the strong urge just to devour the boy entirely, and still held himself back as he enjoyed the sport that came along with such confrontations.

Kyrel watched with great interest as the boy attempted to mimic Kyrel’s earlier tactic. This was replied with a scoff from Kyrel as he saw how the boy struggled. While the dead man only seemed to raise the rocks with barely any effort at all. Still in the moment the Master of Ren humored the Sith and stood motionless if only to provide a stable target. “Is that all you got, boy? Surely you can hit me with a few rocks?” His tone took on a mocking one as he watched the Sith try his best to summon rocks and throw the pieces in Kyrel’s direction.

When he watched as only a few would come his way, when the others have missed. Even the rocks that did hit him looked like they didn’t cause any semblance of pain to the Master of Ren. Instead he walked slowly towards the boy. One rock came after the next, and as each made contact with Kyrel they would shatter into pieces with as little more than a growl coming off of him. “Are you quite finished?” He asked the boy as he was looming over him, before his free hand would attempt to grasp him by the throat and try to slam him hard into the ground. All the while the gaze of the abyss stared into the acolyte.

Lukas

 

[Lukas]

The whole rock attack had seemed a hell of a lot more successful when they were being flung at him, as opposed to when he attempted it. The mans comment about it, seemed to almost take Lukas a back for a moment. Despite his face not being visible, his moment of confusion was more than visible with his body language. "Is that not what you just did?" He replied, his own tone somewhat mocking, trying to bait a bigger reaction out of the man. While frustration often strengthened Sith, it could make some act rashly, and he was hoping that would be the case with this man.

The approach worried Lukas slightly. unsure of quite how effective the mans armour would be against lightsabers. If it was any old armour, then he thought his plan would be quite solid, but if it was resistant against lightsabers then, well, he was in a pickle. It would be a gamble, but he had a feeling the man would of killed him already had he wanted to. He breathed in deeply just before the man grasped his throat, tensing his back.

Being lifted from the floor by only a grasp around his neck was a new experience to Lukas, not one that he was keen to replicate, but a new experience none the less. As he was slammed down towards the ground, both of the sabers slashed up towards the arm around his throat, aiming to slash at it like a cross. As his own back slammed into the ground, a gasp escaped his mouth, some of the air being knocked out of him by the impact.

Kyrel Ren