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Invasion Kingdom Come: BotM Invasion of TSE Held Thule

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Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud
The Red Witch, The Night Queen, Lady Stuztala, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium, Archon of the Primyn Group
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Location: Enenpa, the Bloodwood
Objective III.: Finish the dance with Zachariel
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland
Writing with: Zachariel Steelblood Zachariel Steelblood
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[ Solitude ]

Many thought that Ingrid was a good leader precisely because she did not want power, she did not want to be ruler, she never had her own interests in mind, but those for whom she was responsible. Nevertheless, she was a strong willed and wilful woman, made from iron, like many GA and NIO officers thought. Unfamiliar with the concepts of the no and the impossible. She was a warrior if she fell somewhere, she stood up again and went on, as long as she could. Yes, she also manipulated others if her interest wished, she played with others without them noticing. In part, she did the same with the Sith Empire for a long time by now.

But besides, she really did the same thing she expected of her men, did not hold herself better than her men, and was always ready to hand over the throne, the power, to someone better than her. Then she could disappear into the shadows again where she belonged. She could be where she feels best, what she loves the most. Actually, what she did to Zachariel was also manipulation, everything in the life was manipulation. The promise of what she had to offer, even if it was a reality, was nothing more than manipulation. But Ingrid has learned that many times it is more worth manipulating with reality than lying. The lie crashes like a castle from cards. If someone has told someone the truth and they see it; later they will follow her to anywhere.

Although the woman almost never abused it. Never as an empress, as an agent, as a spy countless times. Zachariel's luck was that the woman spoke to her today as an empress; he didn't have to be afraid. At the man's words, a predatory smile appeared on the woman's lips, not in vain in that her reputation as a cruel and ruthless assassin was well known. A shadow who, wordlessly and without a trace, carried out the commands of her former Emperor. Many from the man's enemy disappeared without a trace, or even from the woman's. Although she never worked with collateral damage, she was very effective. Many said she is the most lethal and most productive assassin in the Unknown Regions.

"This is true when I act as a ruler. If I am an agent or an assassin in work, I will use anyone for my purposes, kill anyone, or send anyone to their deaths. But as a ruler, as a leader, I cannot do that. And I said my offer as a leader, and that’s why I don’t change it, ever. In this we might not so different, Mr. Steelbood."

For her, keeping their oaths and contracts was important, a tradition in her people. She nodded at the man's words.

"Yes, although with your behaviour I should soon send you to court. All right, I believe you won't tell anyone about this. It’s more pleasant to me if I don’t have to touch your mind to be guaranteed not to be able to talk about this, Mr. Steelblood. I will wait patiently for the date of the trial and I am confident you will succeed."

She didn't move as Zachariel stepped back, just raised her head so she could watch the helmet and the place where his eyes were. The deep sky blue eyes looked even darker in the dark, almost black. The original colours were only visible for the bright effect of blazing. She had to agree again with what the man said.

"Yes, it looks like our joint dancing isn’t over yet and will take much longer than we thought. I look forward to seeing you again, Mr. Steelblood!"

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Post: 3
Objective: So Human
Equipment: Mind Crown | Black MidNight Duster with Hood | Echani shield suit | Grav Boots | Eltro Life Gloves | x4 red lightsabers | Defender | Forearm Lanvorak | Wrist Laser | x2 FWG-5 Flechette Smart Pistol | Boomer | X4 Daggers | Pack of Death sticks | Various Explosives on person and in backpack | Holopad
Allies: The Mongrel The Mongrel
Enemies: Lady Marrow Lady Marrow | UX-0626 UX-0626 | The Dying Empire
Special Tags: Lady Marrow Lady Marrow



Tegan did not give her name as the one called Marrow began her charge. As she Did Tegan quickly fired off all eight of her Lanvorak Disc’s from it’s wrist launcher. They went off in seemingly random direction totally missing Marrow as she was not the intended target for the discs at least not immediately. Beneath Tegans feet she activated two more symbols one to grant her speed and another to activate inertia upon herself.


Tegan herself didn’t draw any of her sabers as a sweeping blow came in for her knees Tegan swiftly and easily backflipping over it. The strike wasn’t weak the thing that called it’s self was strong and wielded their weapon well if not a slightly unrefined or honed. Then again had Tegan drawn her weapons she would not have relied on her strength in combat. She was skilled in the saber combat but due to her size she was easily overpowered in a straightforward melee dual. Tegan was aware of where her strengths laid, and it was in force and Magick.


Yet as Tegan Back flipped over the strike for her knees Marrow leapt forward in a one-handed summersault. It was strange almost unnatural to Tegan as the two barbed tails came over head and then down to grab and rip at her. Tegan’s left hand shot up and a simple telekinetic push/grab at one of the tails to knock it way and keep it at bay. The other tail however caught Tegan as she twisted her body, just under the right armpit digging into her side and back. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh.” Tegan howled in pain but on instinct her right hand shot up and her sharp fingernails (Defender), fingernails that could block the energy of a lightsaber harder than Mandalorian steel grabbed with e purpose to dig into the tail that was now stuck in her.


With her mind four of the Lanvorak Disc’s came flying back two going for Marrows legs at the knee joints. The other two for her arms at the elbow joints. Tegan hand that was clawing for Marrows tail that had struck her if it managed to dig in Tegan would immediately activate her cryomancy and deep freeze the tail. As for there impending strike that was no doubt coming Tegan’s mindcrown activated the shield on her armor, thought he shield was weak it could withstand a couple of blows from a saber. The other four lanvorak disc’s imbedded themselves in in runes Tegan had drawn in the area so she could activate them with just a thought to her mindcrown.


The pain in her side and back just under her right arm was excruciating and it was bleeding heavily. Yet besides the initial scream of Pain Tegan was gritting her teeth and pushing forward as her eyes burned furiously with Rage. Pain fueled her power as did the unpredictable nature of her opponent. Tegan feed on chaos and destruction like a vampire her not knowing her opponent or the moves they might work unknown to Marrow actually made her stronger.
 
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Objective III - Resource Raid

Location: Enenpa, Industrial Depot
Allies: BOTM | Tegan Starfall Tegan Starfall
Foes: TSE | UX-0626 UX-0626 | Lady Marrow Lady Marrow


Chaos and pain had become his entire world.

Delirious with agony and blood loss, his vision swimming and his gait uneven, The Mongrel stumbled away from the lumber droid, keeping to the shadows. Behind him, he could hear the Kainate trooper getting swarmed by Moon Children, their feral howls and grunt filling the air as they fell upon her - though after the beating she'd just dealt out to him, he very much doubted that they would succeed in bringing her down. Between her technology, discipline, and battlefield experience, she was a far better soldier than he was. Only resourcefulness and sheer stubborn will had allowed him to survive.

And his escape was still far from guaranteed.

The veteran marauder kept to the shadows as he limped away, doing his best to stay out of sight. Stealth was just about the only tool left in his arsenal; if the Moon Children or the Sith-Imperial defenders found him, there would be nothing he could do to fend them off. His ruined arms hung limp at his sides, pain shooting through them - and his lacerated chest - with every movement. He had withstood terrible agonies at the hands of the Heathen Priests after the battle on Mar'Zambul, but he had a feeling that the reconstruction would be even more agonizing this time... if he even managed to reach them.

The Mongrel quickly crouched behind a pile of ore crates as half a dozen Moon Children staggered and crawled past, their movements erratic and unnerving. He was pleased by the madness they had unleashed - or at least added to. The risen dead still warred with animated roots, and wild marauders still fought Sith soldiers, only now the insane clones were attacking everything. Fortunately for the marauders, they were experienced at fighting on battlefields where the Moon Children had been deployed, and knew how to avoid them. Wherever possible, they simply began pulling back from the attack.

Their destination: the now-empty shuttles.

While the dead and the mad continued to ravage the depot, the Bloodsworn raiders seized whatever they could from the warehouses - certainly less than they could have gotten if the defenders' resistance had been less stiff, but far from nothing - and ran for the central landing pads. The Mongrel, in no position to carry any plunder, simply joined the mad dash. He fell in among the pack of marauders, blending into the crowd, letting their energy revitalize him. Though he was certain his men would have carried him it he'd commanded it, he did not. Despite his injuries, he dared not show any weakness.

And so he took the final step onto the shuttle himself, wrapping his left forearm around the handrail and hauling himself aboard. The Mongrel did not allow himself to collapse until he had reached one of the seats, spending the last of his will and adrenaline to appear strong and dignified despite everything. All around him, other marauders were hauling themselves and their loot aboard, filling the center of the shuttle with stacked crates of plundered ore and timber while they filtered out to the sides. Their numbers had been badly reduced, and they would have to leave the bogaranths behind.

There was no way to load up the unruly creatures while under fire.

That would certainly leave a mess in the depot, The Mongrel reflected, his grin of grim satisfaction revealing teeth wet with his own blood. Between the dead, the insane clones, and the two rampaging beasts that yet survived, it would take the Sith quite some time just to secure the area, let alone restore order and productivity. And there was one more surprise still coming to them. As the shuttle's loading ramp retracted and the small swarm of raider craft prepared to lift off, making their escape, the warleader looked out the window... and caught sight of streaks across the sky, rapidly descending.

The World Devastators were arriving to finish despoiling the planet. It was his final happy thought before he lapsed into unconsciousness, a mad grin splitting his face like an open wound.
 
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Post: 7
Objective: I hope you Die
Equipment: Red Midnight Duster | Red Sith Armor | Sith Mask | Grav Boots | CrushGaunts | x2 White lightsabers | Forearm Lanvorak | Wrist Laser | Variety of Explosives | RSKF-44 heavy blaster | X-21 shock glove (Stored in her coat pocket)
Allies: Darth Solipsis Darth Solipsis | Kyrel Ren Kyrel Ren | Halketh Halketh | Darth Bellum
Enemies: Arctus Silmar | Darth Mori | Alisteri Haxim
Special Tags: N Nyxeris



That surge of energy Nyxeris felt from Khaostra had nothing to do with the plants as they had acted on their own to defend the one that had brought them to life. That Energy spike in Khaos served an entirely different purpose. The sand had whipped around cut at Khaos’s exposed skin and the thorns were stopped from touching Nyxeris all falling to the ground as the sand did. Khaos’s own eyes seemed to dim as the sand and thorns sprinkled to the ground.


Khaos’s dull eyes stared forward as the woman stocked towards her. A stream of Lightning struck her but Khaos didn’t not flinch as it struck her and burned at her skin. The Flesh began to turn grey and necrotize the flesh however Khaos didn’t seem to give the woman the satisfaction of showing her pain or maybe something entirely different was going on. The woman spoke her words of arrogance and struck out again as Khaos and still not a flinch of pain came from Khaos’s face.


In truth Khaos no longer cared what Nyxeris was or thought she was and even if she knew it would matter little. Khaos would have just rolled her eyes at the revelation if Nyxeris would have spoke it, Khaos’s own mother was god knows how old and had learned everything under the sun and thought she was a damn God. Maybe she was that kind of power sure made one close but at the end of the day Khaos didn’t think of herself as demigod not even with her own age being up there and she herself knowing a lot just not ever carrying enough to put her mind to learning it.


A voice came from behind Nyxeris then. “You done?” The Voice was Khaos’s the surge of energy that Nyxeris had seen and felt from Khaos was her enacting force speed and left a doppelganger behind. The doppelganger had held Khaos’s cloned essence obscuring her own. Khaos spoke those words and fired the Lanvorak on her wrist letting lose four razor sharp poisoned discs at Nyxeris. They flew in chaotic pattern in and out all going for Nyxeris back side. Khaos’s blooded covered face grinned the red blood contrasting her white teeth.


The Doppelganger then rose and with it's limited energy used the force to bring one of Khaos's fallen sabers to it's hand and it charge at Nyxeris and began swinging wildly trying to hit her anywhere it could. Khaos was no where near as strong as her Grandfather int he art of illusion so her doppelganger wouldn't last much longer but it sure as hel;l would go down swingign before dispersing.
 
Absolute Knowledge Corrupts Absolutely

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Tag: Tegan Starfall Tegan Starfall
Equipment: The Marrow Blade


Lady Marrow could feel her blades hewing through the ground at her feet as they would tear up for her opponent as she rounded off her back-handspring, coiling her body and opening up with her flurry. One of her tails missed cleanly while the other bit hard into the woman's body, a location so close to her heart as her force empowered Haemotoxin would begin to immediately begin to attack living blood and tissue not unlike an acid or hostile enzyme, killing anything alive that it could find within reach as it would hope to begin to travel through the Sith woman's body. For a moment, Lady Marrow had thought herself victorious, hoping to rush in and cripple her enemy enough that the poison could simply sweep away what meager life she had remaining. However...

Two of Lady Marrow's attacks met air as she used her anchored tail as a means to ensure she could close the gap. Marrows' opponent was fast, damn fast, rivaling if not totally surpassing herself and her own enhanced speed which was somewhat restricted to the albeit circumvented laws of nature. Lady Marrow was fast enough that she could run on water, but the power of the force pushed Tegan past such mortal restrictions. Yet with a tether like this attached, it didn't matter how fast she was, her speed was relative and Lady Marrow could always simply pull herself closer.

The singing whistle of the spinning discs returned, targeting her limbs as Lady Marrow would spin, using her anchored tail to attempt to slam Tegan into the side of a tree as she attempted to get a solid grip on her tail, the full length of her coiling tendrils on display, reinforced by their chitin. The young lady would bring her saber through two of the spinning blades, slamming into each of them, the bone and steel material, even should they be light-saber resistant would find themselves annihilated by the concentrated power of a force-saber, whose beam was pure not unlike destruction, a composite of nothing but raw dark-side energy.

The Alteration of Marrow's stance with her free tail would whip across the third of the discs, intending to slam it into the earth and rob it of its momentum as the last tore past the outside of her leg just above her knee. Lady Marrow registered the cut, and immediately realized that some venom or substance was contained within the Disc, her body manipulating almost subconsciously to ensure it wouldn't spread... It was then however, as she routed towards her opponent something tore through the armour of the tail which buried itself within the Mage, cold!.

Her nails would connect, and her cryokinesis would clash with the Force enhanced Chitin that surrounded Lady Marrow's tail, resisting slightly before the far more experienced force user would overwhelm her defenses. The cold would make the armour surrounding her otherwise barbed tail which would normally rend at the skin of her hand with its sharpened barbs, brittle to the point of shattering immediately with the slightest amount of additional pressure. Lady Marrow would shriek, detaching the latter quarter of her tail immediately like a lizard to a bird and leaving the frozen ice sickles lodged within her shoulder.

Lady Marrow would recoil from the frigid cold scurrying back and away from her opponent with a vile hiss, frigid temperatures prevented her body from moving, afflicting her negatively in such a manner few other things would. Her biological structure wasn't unlike seaweed, strong, but only because of its ability to bend and flex in many ways, low density. Introducing ice, made her skin like paper and her bones like a delicate crystal glass to simply be crushed under ones hand.

Lady Marrow would even out the length of her two tails, sacrificing the length on one and moving it to the other as she would regrow her spines following her emergency detachment. 'This would require a change of tact.' Dashing to one side, strafing the witch, Lady Marrow would will her power in the force through the trees around them and into the earth, controlling the roots of the trees to shift violently and suddenly under Tegan's feet to mimic a potent earthquake, creating fissures and malformations in the rock and soil as Marrow would kick off a tree and lunge at her with her blade drawn, hoping to hew her in two as she passed by swiftly.

the cut aimed to pass through her mid-section and navel and follow through to the other side, much of her upper body guarded by that same barbed armour.

 

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Objective: Defeat the Brotherhood
Location: Enenpa
Equipment: See Sig
Allies: TSE/EE
Enemies: BotM
Tags: Quinn Varanin Quinn Varanin | Maestus Maestus | TK-818 TK-818
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Her body slowed.

Why was her body slowing?

Rage fogged her mind from thinking properly. The only thought was ripping this person, this bastard limb from limb. Wait. Maestus.. Quinn was still alive. Hurt, by the smell alone, but alive. There was a relief, followed by a new anger. These two threatened the Echani princess. Worse, they had hurt her. All at once the Force around Alina disappeared. The Sith Lord extended her will, creating a void around her that simply refused to let the Force exist.

The stasis was gone as she descended on the Ren, golden eyes glowing brighter. They needed to die before they could hurt Quinn again. Her earlier attack continued, just as fast. Just as deadly. She would deal with the dark clad figure, then she and Quinn together would deal with Maestus.
 
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Quinn Varanin Quinn Varanin and her mental spear were quite effective. Maestus cried out in both pain and shock, her concentration broken. She had discounted Quinn and was now paying the price. The Echani was down but definitely not out.

Her blood began to boil over her foolish lapse in thinking. Her rage began to simmer and build. Soon it would be a raging inferno, demanding release. She tempered her rage by exerting her will. If she and TK-818 TK-818 were to defeat Quinn and Alina Tremiru Alina Tremiru , they would need to keep their wits about them.

She considered her next move, focused on Quinn Varanin Quinn Varanin fully now. TK-818 TK-818 would have to deal with Alina Tremiru Alina Tremiru on his own, at least until Maestus could dispose of Quinn. She set her mind to her task.

The idea began to form in her mind, and she began to call the Dark Side to her. With a flick of her wrist, long elegant fingers outstretched towards Quinn Varanin Quinn Varanin . Or to be more precise, Quinn's mind. Maestus was attempting to scratch and claw her way into the Echani's mind, and subject her to Memory Walk.

Until and unless Quinn Varanin Quinn Varanin could overpower Maestus, Quinn would relieve every painful, embarrassing and hurtful memory. Over and over and over. If successful, Quinn could quite possibly go mad.


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LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE


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The Sith’s body slowed, halting the aggression against him momentarily as he readied his hand around his weapon. He had an opening and that in itself was worth it’s weight in gold. Sinh rose immediate and fell back his arms in preparation for the killing blow, it was in that moment it happened.

He felt the Shadow leave him, the Force disconnected around them.

Stunned the Knight of Ren was wholeheartedly unprepared for the continued onslaught as Alina slammed into him with her fierce talons carving at his mask, scraping the onyx durasteel away.

He fell back into a roll and immediately raise his poked weapon with a fierce thrust in an attempt to impale his foe as blood trickled from the twisted metal and bloodied cuts along his face.

His vocabulator fizzled out as his voice beckoned on,
“Time to die.”


 


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THE DARK LORD OF THE SITH | VOICE OF THE MAW

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“The Doomvault”

The Sith Emperor’s weapon met the stone finding purchase as it pierced into the foundation of their battleground.

“You would use... a technique I aided in creating against me? The gall."

The Shaper showed his contempt for the Dark Lord of the Sith as he vanished into thin air. His corporeal shape fading away as he stepped out of the Aether, rematerializing beside his beloved weapon. Retrieving his blade he flung himself toward the Dark Lord, aiming for his throat with the full power of the Force augmenting his body with speed and raw emotion empowering his body. The Shaper hissed with disdain, vomiting words in attempts to belittle him and his followers in the heart of their conflict.

The Elder stepped back as his body spirited him away, the shine from his opponent’s blade just missing his form as he fell to his right side and felt his body jolt. To the naked eye he would become a sudden blur, a parlor of sickening flesh fluttering in the air, spinning out of harm’s reach before pressing down against the barren rock. There was the briefest of moments where his foot slid across the stonework, kicking up dust in it’s flourish as he kicked off the foundation into a flurry of his own. A plasma beam of crimson hate sprung to life as he spun back toward his enemy, a hurricane of hatred empowering him as he moved to end this Sith Emperor.

Like a predator he would not relent, he would not stop. He had smelled fear in his voice and would savor every moment, the very words lamenting his enemy’s fears as he had come.. alone with a scattered band over their dying empire to tear away what was never theirs. The Mandate of Bogan. He would end this false Emperor here and now, with this he would restore the Sith to their true power. Time to let old things die.




 

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// Outer Rim Territories // Esstran Sector // Thurra System // Thule - Surface //
Objective:
I - Breach the Ziggurat of Hurom; Collect the Relic.
Allies of Convenience: The Brotherhood of the Maw.
Enemies: The Sith Empire.
Equipment: See Biography Link in Signature.
NPC Complement: One Mandalorian Starship; The Wayward Son.
Currently Engaging: No-one; Open to Interaction.
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And rear its ugly visage, Evil did.

As soon as Rynn departed the noble’s chamber, the man heard several voices barking commands in the mongrel tongue of the Sith. To his left, there was a patrol of Sith Legionnaires who were drawn to this section of the Ziggurat by an audible cacophony. Sadly, the Rally Master’s entrance wasn’t as silent as he would’ve liked. But, alas, there was nothing he could’ve done. Not unless he wanted to be struck by an errant bolt of lightning, or shot down by the forces supposedly swarming the structure’s foundations. The Gene-printed Soldiers once again shouted in their mongrel tongue, demanding his attention - or something regarding his surrender. The Mandalorian couldn’t really tell… nor did he really care either.

His response to their guttural shouts was simple. They likely threatened him with violence, but the Mandalorian? There was no threat. He threw himself into violence immediately, where his shouldered rifle was brought about and depressed the trigger. The weapon barked thrice, and two of the Legionnaires crumpled to the stone floor; smoking craters billowing from their smouldering gorgets. The others, roughly a handful, backed away from the sudden display of violence. Not out of fear, Rynn assumed, as they were likely bred to know - nor feel such terror. But, rather to take cover behind what alcoves were available to them. Unfortunately for them, such spaces were in short supply. As another trio of Sith Soldiers scrambled to get into cover, the Rally Master gunned them down with ease.

Before the stench of cauterized ozone filled his surroundings, the Sith Soldiers that had managed to duck into those aforementioned alcoves - began firing. Some were indiscriminately bathing the corridor with plasmatic hellfire, while others were seeking to display their programmed trigger discipline. The former were attempting to suppress the Mandalorian, to drive him back into cover and allow their comrades the chance to move in for the kill. What they didn’t realize or expect, was that the Rally Master’s armour safeguarded him from their plasmatic ferocity. Blaster bolts struck his beskar-reinforced plates with an audible twang, chipping the enamel paint that gave the wargear it’s crimson hue. There were even a few stray rounds that clipped the soft, connective armour beneath the armour plating - but through a combination of de-ionizing metallics and ceramics - Rynn didn’t feel a thing.

He advanced under fire - a feat which caused many of the Sith soldiers to question their engagement. It was clear that they never faced a true son of Mandalore before. They were likely more attuned to fighting those that didn’t embrace the warrior’s path, and those that were forced to pick up a blaster to defend their home. Fighting farmers and artists was considerably easier by comparison, as emotion drove their actions and they weren’t protected by their treasured beskar armour. Some of the Sith soldiers elected to remove themselves from cover in an attempt to fall back to a more secure position. As soon as they revealed themselves to the Rally Master, they too were gunned down.

There were some that held the honour of dying where they stood, their lifeless corpses leaning against the stonewrought corridor. Then, there were others that were shot in the back. While a select few within the Mandalorian Clans would cite shooting an opponent in the back was dishonourable, many would praise his merciless nature against the faceless minions of the Sith and their crumbling Empire. They were naught but cowards, who couldn’t stand their ground against a true Scion of Mandalore, and who took part in the genocide of innocent farmers and artists. They didn’t deserve an honourable death. Not after what happened to his people, and his ancestral homeland thereafter. Thus, Rynn felt nothing but contempt as his rifle swept between exposed targets.
The only honour they deserved was being a feast for the crows.

As the patrol’s numbers began to slowly dwindle, the survivors rushed forward. They knew that their lives were measured in seconds, as their weapons weren’t having any effect and the Mandalorian was too close for them to use grenades. So, they wagered that this Warrior couldn’t take them all, if they rushed him with blades drawn. But, in their haste - they forgot their surroundings, and how tight the corridor was. Two of the soldiers collided against one another as they scrambled out of their alcoves, with a third pinning them both in place. They were momentarily stuck, in the open, against a well-armed opponent. It didn’t take them long to realize that they had just severed their own mortal coil.

With a small chuckle bubbling within his breast, the Rally Master twisted his now extended vambrace and activated his wrist-mounted flamethrower. The weapon roared as a gout of caustic propellant ignited, bathing the trio of Sith troopers in an incandescent burst of flame. They screamed, then, as the fire ate away at their protective attire and tore into the gene-printed flesh beneath. Their gauntlets ripped at their armour as they tried to free themselves from the oppressive heat that cooked them alive. Sadly, their instinctual efforts to survive were all for naught - as they collapsed to the floor mere moments later.

Only a single trooper remained, now. They had taken shelter within their alcove, and remained there, as their gene-printed kin were slaughtered. While Rynn would believe that the terror of his martial ferocity gripped the Soldier’s heart, such a belief couldn’t have been further from the truth. This soldier was more experienced than the others, and knew that in waiting patiently, there was a chance they could land the killing blow. With the enemy believing that they were scared, or wounded, their guard would be lowered - giving them the opportunity to prey upon their would-be killer.

The Soldier drew their knife and kept it close to his breastplate, knowing that there wouldn’t be much room to make the killing thrust. It had to be quick, thus the edged weapon needed to be kept close. As the sounds of the Mandalorian’s boots kissing the stonewrought floor drew ever-closer, the Trooper readied themselves to act. Their breathing was shallow, and their muscles taut. They were ready to act. When the smouldering, crimson-hued shadow revealed itself, the Trooper threw themselves from the alcove and plunged-

The barrel of Rynn’s rifle smashed aside the knife with ease, before cannoning his freed hand - now enclosed into a fist - into the Trooper’s breastplate. The synthetic augmentations that came from several periods of technological advancement, which formed the basis of Mandalorian Crushgaunts, crumpled the forge-pressed plate like it was made of paper. The sheer kinetic force that came from the seemingly tender moment of connection, threw the Sith trooper back against the wall. Their balance was gone, and so too the grip they had on their knife. Without a moment’s hesitation, Rynn followed through on his momentum. He carelessly threw his rifle aside and began cannoning one enhanced fist after the other into the defenceless Soldier, rending armour and flesh into a pulped mass that painted the carved stones below.

The sensation that freely flowed throughout the Mandalorian’s veins was the purest expression of the most primal of sentient emotions. Rage. He hated the Sith for what they did to his people. And he hated this Trooper even more for believing that they could fell him with nothing more than a knife. What did the Soldier think they would achieve? That the tides of Fortune would smile down upon them, and that the Mandalorian - who easily slaughtered their companions with every stride - would be taken down by a lucky strike? How foolish.

As the stone’s began to crack beneath the onslaught, Rynn slowly began to exercise a modicum of control. He couldn’t become like them. The Sith were slaves to their emotions, but arrogant enough to believe they were their own masters. If he gave into his rage, rather than siphoning it’s strength, who knows what would’ve happened to the Rally Master. Would he too become nothing more than a Slave to his own Darkness? Or would he become nothing more than a mindless, frothing berserker with a desire to fulfill the infinite thirst of some laughing, spiteful apparition?

That was when the fiery sensation within his gut began to subside, and the red-haze that stole his sight slowly faded. He saw what his anger had wrought, and felt the slightest tinge of shame spear through his heart. Rynn had never lost control before. Even when facing down a veritable Horde of Sithspawn, the man’s mind was cool and collected. But, here and now? The Mandalorian was at a loss. Was it because of the Ziggurat and the vile aura that bathed their surroundings? Or perhaps it was the radiant energies from the countless battles that transpired between the Sorcerous Sith nearby? He couldn’t tell. The mission was all that mattered now. He needed to gather his thoughts and refocus on the task at hand.
There would be another time for him to reflect on what transpired here.

Shaking the gelatinous pulp that clung to his gauntlets, Rynn recovered his particle rifle. He quickly scanned the weapon to assess it’s status. With a small grunt of satisfaction, the Mandalorian pulled the spent plasma cartridge from it’s housing and slammed a fresh one in its place. Now rearmed, and ready for the next encounter - the Rally Master silently pressed on towards his goal. Other patrols had likely heard the firefight and were likely to engage him as the Warrior advanced through the Ziggurat. Thus, the Crimson-hued Warrior did all they could to keep themselves focused, and ignored the seeds of rage sprouting within the depths of his subconscious mind.

 

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V I C A R I O U S L Y
C A E L I T U S
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The ghastly bowels of the temple cast beneath the masquerade of modernization faired no better than the mask above. The dead marched deeper, addressing the threats as they swarmed across them, smothering the life that lay below beneath an inescapable wave of writhing bodies and splattering gore. The steep narrowing of the corridors worked to their advantage, given their sheer number, the streaming lines of fire were easily tanked and absorbed by the first to charge through. Their master wove and strode through the rank, parting the rioting tides for his passage, enabling him to expand his shadowy Sight ahead, scouting the pathways through the sheer winds pulsing from the walls. Rituals rose and fell, chants uttered in turning kind, swelling upon zealous breaths and faltering just as quickly upon exhalations. They could feel his immense Presence, that sickening plague that swept through the temple, uncaged at last to act as freely as he did- freed from his burdening chain of facade.

It wasn't until the distant snap-hiss of plasmic engage struck the note of his senses that his attention retreated back to his immediate surroundings, greeted then by the stench of rotten flesh scorched and sour blood boiled. It was enough to make him twist his head in curiosity and unclip the lightsaber tucked in a secure sling upon his hip. He saw them, a triad of Sith Knights standing in defense of the barricaded doors sealed behind a ritualistic barrier at the zenith of the descent, swelling with the corrupting energies of the Darkside made manifest. They illuminated his vision beyond the rampaging hues of crimson and black swirling around him, acting as beacons of sorts.

Lightning illuminated the passage, cracking lances of raw energy through his damned, incinerating many on the spot. Their loss was their master's gain- the energy harbored in each corpse would return to him, borrowed power given always returned. It swelled through his veins, stoking them to the surface beneath his armor with all their pitch stain. He uttered words indecipherable to all but those in his trust, his soldiers alone, and the ravenous pack was sent in a full charge ahead, collective mind set to overwhelm the Knights and tear them to pieces just as they had the rest.

Merely, Caelitus remained back, rolling the cold hilt of his blade in his palm. He would wait, his forces serving as a metric to judge the weight of the souls locked in his Sight. The rampant whoop of lightsabers resonated in the hall, each one as desperate as the next, but aimed well to carve a path through the horde. It was an engagement that would end before The Vulture had reached the end of the hall, yet, his soldiers had only acted as he had willed; overpowering the struggling Knights and keeping them alive to face judgment. By the time Halketh had reached them, the undead had strung the Knights between their numbers, securing each limb with steely grips and rendering them immobile. His free hand extended, flexing its clawed fingers to hover above the masked face of the first.

Struggle as they might, the undead had simply overwhelmed them, holding them fast with numbers unexpected.

Deep within the Knight, the miraluka sensed the font of energy boiling away at their guts, and it was this he drew upon. Tendrils of liquid corruption espoused from the slits in the helmet worn, ushered forth upon broken screams of agony. Life essence reaped, selfishly taken for personal gain and advantage used later in the fight. Their suffering would fuel his toil. Ravenously, The Vulture fed upon this energy vampirically, drawing it forth to absolve the Knight of their burden. It wasn't until the shade extinguished in his Sight and the body limped before him that he severed the bind, allowing his troopers to drop the corpse carelessly. The other two awaiting the same fate howled in rage, their auras rising tremendously as the loss of their comrade stoked their rage. Silence was the response, and the greater application of steely, dead hands to their containment.

Power bolstered by what was collected, Caelitus focused his attention on the barrier standing in his path, splaying his hands before him with the utterance of incantation.

Soon, they would be upon their target.​


ALLIES | BotM | THE PERISHED | Kyrel Ren Kyrel Ren | Darth Solipsis Darth Solipsis | Darth Bellum | Khaostra Devoid Khaostra Devoid
FOES | TSE | EE | Darth Mori | N Nyxeris | Arctus Silmar | Alisteri Haxim | OPEN FOR ENGAGEMENT

 
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//: Objective //: History Repeats //:
//: Target //: TK-818 TK-818 //: Maestus Maestus //:
//: Allies //: TSE //: Alina Tremiru Alina Tremiru //:


B R O K E N

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There was a relief seeing that Alina had been able to avoid what Maestus had attempted to inflict. Quinn didn't know if her attack had helped, but hearing the Twi'lek cry out in pain was enough. After that, her focus shifted, letting the woman try and gather her thoughts from the mental spear.

Relief would be brief; she watched as the world around her disappeared, and she was back on Eshan. Rain fell from the sky, a voice echoed through the pitter-patter as an empty casket was lowered into the ground. People stood around, crying and Quinn came to the realization she was back at her mother's funeral. Blinking, she watched the faces, stared at her sister, who, despite her sadness, remained stoic, emotionless. "Noelle? Why?" Quinn knew her mother had been brought back, papa had done it. "Noelle, she's alive? Isn't she?" Her sister pushed against Quinn's attempt at reaching out. "Stop being so naive." Noelle's words cut deeply and sounded nothing like the usually comforting girl.

She ran; it was all Quinn knew what to do at this moment. It didn't take long till she was back in her room. Falling to her knees, she cried, mourning the loss of her mother, feeling that this was the reality of her life.

A flash of steel reflected the bright moonlight, and a figure hovered over her. She recognized the girl, her lips parted only to speak air and not the Shi'do's name. Hate-filled her eyes as she shifted into the face she had fallen so deeply in love with. A crooked and crazed grin cracked his face as the dagger burrowed deeply into her chest. "I should have done this." Quinn choked as he felt her lungs fill with blood; these memories weren't correct. Vesta had loved her, or so she thought.

Her mind battled, skewing the memories with her own fallacies; she tried to remind her inner mind that these were the doings of the Sith Lord - they weren't real. And yet, with each stab from Vesta's blade, Quinn felt the pain become more and more real. Tears streamed down her face as she felt her bloodied form attempt to draw breath one last time. Finally, her eyes closed, only seeing the grin on Vesta's face.

Another gasp of air, and Quinn sat up in her bed. No blood, no rain, she was okay - maybe it was just a nightmare. Looking beside her, a tuft of magenta hair slept soundly. Quinn sighed softly and settled into this reality. Then, a hand moved and shook Sylvia awake. The girl opened her eyes and looked at Quinn, her face lacking any of the emotion the Princess had remembered. "You're not her; you're never going to be her." Sylvia stood, gathered her things, and left only to stop at the door. "This was a mistake; you were a mistake. You can't be loved."

The room faded, and Quinn stood in the middle of an office. She found a blonde girl was standing beside a desk. Turning, the girl's features resembled Alina. Warmth filled Quinn's being as she felt home and that everything that had happened was just a terrible nightmare. Quinn found herself running again, running towards Alina. She stopped; the look on Alina's face was one she couldn't remember ever seeing. A scowl full of hatred adorned the muscular girl who faced down the Echani.

There was no time to react, and Alina had overtaken her pushing her to the ground. A hand clutched her throat and the pressure constricted around her, the Force cut off. Quinn laid there, struggling to try to pull Alina's hand from her throat, but the pressure continued to tighten, strangling her. Tears once more ran down her face as she whimpered helplessly.

Everyone she had ever loved only turned against her; was she genuinely alone in this universe?

Outside of her mind, Quinn had fallen to her knees, hands clawing at her throat as she choked. The pain and suffering she was being put through poured off of her. Mentally as she tried to conduct the lightning, in reality, tendrils of thick violet bolts sparked from her body. Wild and without any control, the electricity would dance outward to all targets as she cried out in pure agony.
 

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Objective: Defeat the Brotherhood
Location: Enenpa
Equipment: See Sig
Allies: TSE/EE
Enemies: BotM
Tags: Quinn Varanin Quinn Varanin | Maestus Maestus | TK-818 TK-818
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The spear came. Alina twisted. Another spattering of blood covered the ground as the blade slammed into her shoulder. It halted the Vampiress's charge completely. A similar wound to one Quinn suffered just a moment ago, blade pierced through her shoulder. But her expression didn't change. The pain was there, but it was a pain she was used to. Everything had been pain in her life. The constant fighting, the beatings, the struggle. A blade in her shoulder was nothing at this point.

So she moved forward. Her hand reached down to take hold of Sinh's wrist with that inhuman speed. And she pulled herself down the weapon. Something was wrong with Quinn, and this Ren was in the way. The scent of his blood leaking from behind his mask was strong. It didn't take a genius to figure out what came next.

The Sith Lord pounced, her other clawed hand wrenching for his stomach. The haft of the spear slipped further through the wound. If she was still mortal, it'd likely being a terrible wound. The kind that would cripple her. But she wasn't human. Closed in, she would lean over and bite. His blood would heal her fine.

But really she just wanted to tear his throat out to shut him up.
 

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Location: The Ziggurat of Hurom
Equipment: Lightsaber
Allies: The Sith Empire
Enemies: The Brotherhood of the Maw | Kyrel Ren Kyrel Ren
'All of this talk.'

The sentiment echoed with irritation in the back of her mind as the Ren let his circular logic loop back to what had started off their ideological debate - a reminder of how fruitless it was to sway anyone through intelligent conversation to join the ranks of the Sith rather than through force. Doom, of course, was precisely the goal she had in mind for the dystopia she wished to erect over a burning corpse of galactic civilization, so she felt it unnecessary to rebuke his claim when it was in fact all civilizations and ideologies that led their people to ruin. Like mortality, government, too, needed to remind themselves of their inevitable expiries. "Our vanity, our legacy, is the treasure I speak of, not of the meaningless trinkets your allies are searching for. You only want to prove to yourself that your way is right by destroying what you know to be true." She sneered, as he boasted of his 'true' intentions.

Just as she'd expected, when his words turned towards his talks of worth and his questioning of her own deservedness, he was losing things to pontificate to her on and had decided to make for his final assault - perhaps not final in his mind, but she would make it so. Like a switch flipped, the Sith Lord dropped any effort to present herself as a mere faceless toy for him to play with. Her saber flew from her right hand and into her dominant left, her right reaching out to grab for the very pillar of red that came for her head while she slashed at the wrist below his fist with the blade in her left. Tutaminis channeled through her open palm to siphon the energy of his blade through her body, converting its power into physical strength to keep herself rooted in place.


"Worth? I will take what I want by force. Through my might alone."
 
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Objective: Mad as a Hatter
Equipment: Mind Crown | Black MidNight Duster with Hood | Echani shield suit | Grav Boots | Eltro Life Gloves | x4 red lightsabers | Defender | Forearm Lanvorak | Wrist Laser | x2 FWG-5 Flechette Smart Pistol | Boomer | X4 Daggers | Pack of Death sticks | Various Explosives on person and in backpack | Holopad
Allies: The Mongrel The Mongrel
Enemies: Lady Marrow Lady Marrow | UX-0626 UX-0626 | The Dying Empire
Special Tags: Lady Marrow Lady Marrow



The barbs dug deeper into her side as the tail slammed her into a nearby tree. “Frahhhhhhhhh” she screamed and gritted her teeth. Still she held on tight as her hand began to freeze the tail she use the pain to fuel her and she let the adrenaline from the chaos pump through her like a drug. It all went quickly as Marrow detached her tail and retreated. Tegan fell to the ground on her knees breathing heavily as the ice shard that what was part of Marrow's tail remained in her side. At first, she didn’t notice but it wasn’t long, and she felt the burning of the toxin that had been injected into her system.


“ehh cough eeh… ohcough” Tegan coughed up a bit of blood as she turned her head to the retreated Marrow. Her eyes burned with fury and anger. In just that few seconds Tegans stare burned figurative holes right through Marrow. Tegan spit the blood in her mouth to the ground as she glared at the the plant thing on her knees before her. Tegan wasn’t stupid and wasn’t going to wait for the next onslaught instead her mind crown activated the magick runes the other four disc’s had hit landed on.


The first to activate was the spell of the revitalizing Whuffa, Tegan didn’t like that she had to activate it so early in the fight but she knew if she didn’t the toxin in her body would take her out quickly. The rune exploded forth towards Tegan healing energies that would revitalize her body healing her wounds though not immediately it would stop the bleeding as Tegan ripped the Ice shard from her side. Pain emanating on her face and scream as she did it. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh.” However, its main benefit would stop the poison in her system from spreading and nullify it, the poison however probably already caused some lasting damage.


As that marrow seemed to have regrouped herself and Tegan feel it as her will exploded into the plants and earth around her. As that happened another rune activated a spell of protection a bubble of magick energy surrounded her body, The Bubble could take blows from both energy and physical matter. As it went into action the ground around Tegan exploded, cracked, and shook violently. Tegan immediately came to her feet but her balance wasn’t steady as rocks flew up slamming into her protection bubble the field of magick around her obliterating them.


The third rune then activated and the area all around Tegan began to slow down as the rocks and earth beneath Tegans feet began to move in slow motion for her as did Morrow herself, it was only perceptible to Tegan to everyone else the world was moving at a normal rate but it gave her even better reaction times and time to think through her next moves. Tegan saw Marrow coming at her in an attempt to cut her in two through the mid-section. Though Marrow was indeed moving extremely fast thanks to Tegan’s slow spell that changed her perception and the fact she herself had speed and inertia she could bounce along the broken earth beneath her feet. She moved around the blade at incredible speed coming to Marrows side as the blade hit air to Tegan it was moving so slow she could stand there and see the every twitch on marrows face as she would soon realized she missed. A smirk crossed Tegan face as Marrow passed by her and she said one word that Marrow would hear like a speeder passing a child on the freeway. “Bye!”


Then the fourth and final rune that had one of the disc’s in it triggered and the affects of this one where much like the root ability Marrow had used except in this case the water that those roots fed on began to bubble up from the ground the dirt quickly turned to mud all around them. It made the ground slick but that was not the purpose of the water. Altogether the spell seemed harmless until you remembered Tegan just not that long ago used cryomancy, water was a weapon ready to be primed.
 
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Equipment: The Marrow Blade



Lady Marrow would bear witness as her attacks at both her person and her footing were met with the resistance of the arcane crown she seemed to wear upon her brow. Whatever that item was, it would need to be removed from her. The bubble which protected her from the plants would not save the ground itself as she would launch full speed in a single bound towards her. Saber at the side as Tegan became a blur of motion, dancing across the uneven disrupted earth and flitting to a side quicker than Lady Marrow had seen any entity move before, faster than a swallow, its bladed wings dancing between branches in its dexterous dance. A word was spoken, too quickly to hear as the lady would attempt to react to the alteration in events.

Her tails would dig into the earth as she flew by as anchors, dragging her to the ground as her body would corkscrew and twist in the air to dig her saber into the earth, leaving not a red hot line of magma, but simply a line of annihilation where matter had once been. The sound of her Saber hitting something emitted a sort of scream as it passed through it, a tearing nailbiting sound like lightning ripping through the air compared to a standard light-saber. Her nuclear green blade lighting up the surrounds as she would look down to find herself mired ankle deep in mud, scowling for a moment, she would open her eyes in shock as she would realize exactly what was about to happen, assuming it did.

Attempting to move, she would get caught as she'd fallen for the trap, ice pooling in as it would freeze her in place, beginning to feel weak, drained as though she were a human spending an hour in a drought. Much more, and she would find herself crippled by an overwhelming lethargy. Looking as though she was tiring she attempted to think of a method to break free. Looking frantically to and fro as her weapons beaming light seemed to dullen, not getting the same virulent force energy it had once before as its host weakened.

Taking her blade, she would begin to charge it with the power of her plant growth, the beaming green becoming a little lighter on the inside as it was filtered through the dark side of the force. A weapon that couldn't hurt things, but it was a blade of focused plant surge... the technique she used to control her trees, raw and unbridled. The power she used to manipulate her body. Turning the blade on herself she would plunge the weapon into her gut, and immediately she would begin to warp. She wasn't strong enough to break through the solid ice with her own strength, being near it drained her... being cold... did even more.

But with her blade, like the roots of mighty trees tearing through a street pavement in extremely fast rates, she would become something wild and untamed for a moment, a leshy, like a dryad of raw and unbridled power. Her eyes glowing piercing green at the temporary boost as the ice flow would shatter and explode outwards with the pent up pressure. Her tendrils would thicken and lengthen into much longer tail like substances, branched with thornlike ridges as her body would become something like that of an anthropomorphic lizard. Frills in place of a dress, scales and chitin combined to create something not unlike a sithspawn as spores would begin to dance around her like an aura... The dark side radiated from her.

Lifting herself up to balance on the tails like levitation, she would open her maw, myriad teeth in sharklike rows beared as she would spew a haemotoxic breath at great force. Should she dodge she would sweep her spore breath with the hope of breaking down her skin and planting fungal seeds within Tegan... however, such a transformation was temporary, extreme... Her tails would buckle as she would fall, reorienting herself like metal snapping back into its built in memory, becoming herself again by the time she hit the ground, panting and weary. Her Marrow blade looking somewhat depleted, but not extinguished.

She had to end this soon...


 
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The halberd connected, it’s large beskar alloy blade reverberating violently as it pierced and shredded through flesh at ultrasonic speed through the vibrotech edge. Blood splattered, the poles weapon slammed into the form of Alina Tremiru Alina Tremiru as it was shoved into her shoulder, halting her charge.

The Knight of Ren smiled a wide, unseen grin under the veil of his damaged onyx helm as the defensive maneuver connected. The moment was temporary, a brief feeling of imminent victory that was quickly shattered as Alina moved forward along the pole. Taking the blunt force of the poled weapon, the vampiress traveled along the weapon to the source and immediately snatched hold of the Ren’s wrist.

For only the most brief of seconds the two would lock glares, the Knight of Ren filled with immeasurable shock and rage at the vampiress. He would not hesitate to finish what he started, neither would the Sith Lord before him.

The Sith pounced, ripping her other claw for his stomach. Sinh nominally with still a single hand left along the weapon, pushed against the pole to try and keep Alina at a distance, at least far enough momentarily to miss her swing as she undoubtedly would pull him back in by his very own wrist. That’s when it happened, her inhuman strength tugging him forward and before he could react his merely human reflexes failed him as the Sith sank her teeth into him.

He felt his body nearly go numb as his free hand dropped the poled weapon and reached for his backmounted vibrosword. Immediately unsheathing it with a savage swing downward onto the Sith in a desperate attempt to free himself before his strength gave out.

Suddenly violet bolts rippled and coursed through the air, violent sparks of power and concentrated emotion unleashed from the source of Quinn Varanin Quinn Varanin . The bolts traveled everywhere, threatening to hit both Alina and Sinh along with Maestus Maestus .



 
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Maestus took purposeful, confident steps towards Quinn Varanin Quinn Varanin , igniting her purple saber as she did. She studied the female on the ground, considering her wounds and the possibilities. The moment of contemplation passes quickly. Maestus leveled her saber at Quinn's throat, and called out.


Alina Tremiru Alina Tremiru . I would stop, were I you.

And just then, TK-818 TK-818 erupted into a fantastic display of untrained power. Reacting solely on instinct, Maestus threw up a telekenetic shield around herself and Quinn Quinn , simply because the woman was so close. Saber still held on Quinn's throat, she regarded Alina levelly.

Accompany me, both of you. And I will spare her life.

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