A Game of Thrawns (OS Dominion of Csilla)

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[4/20]​

Objective: Avoid getting blocked by Spark on Spacebook
Location: Where the party's at
Allies: [member=Sage Bane], [member=Xiarr Raeth], [member=Darth Malum], [member=Greta Kohler], and [member=Darth Vornskr], whenever he decides to show up.
Enemies: [member=Coren Starchaser] and [member=Spark Finn] (friend request accepted. Awkward, [member=Sage Bane]....)

Tanek cursed himself for not having been ready for the attack. He had been caught off guard. How could he not have seen or felt it coming? Could it have been that compelling smile from the blonde Acolyte that drew his focus, keeping his eyes there a while longer? Probably. He had been unwilling to see it end, and to say the least, he was not amused to have the moment interrupted.

The dark emotions came easy to him now, as he summoned the power of the Dark Side to wrap him tightly in its cold, loving embrace. He was going to move towards the blonde in the fuzzy boots, but seeing as Sage seemed to want her to himself, he set his eyes on Coren instead. She was withdrawing, but he was confident Sage would cut her retreat short. Again, his thought process was interrupted as his comm malfunctioned, sending jolts of pain through his body. He was quick to discard of it. While he had been angry before, now, he was furious.

The Dark Side energies that had been building up within him, empowered by rage, was now unleashed in a wave, pushed against Coren. Hopefully it prevented the pair ganging up on Sage, for the time being. Shortly after, the other Knight moved, and Darth Malum charged towards Coren. Tanek didn't hesitate to follow, advancing towards their position as well. He was ready to lock blades with the Jedi. Or at least Tanek assumed he was a Jedi.

#GameOn

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U70ctZBkBMU[/youtube]​

Objective: Wouldn't you like to know!
Location: You're really inquisitive, aren't you? (Stop asking questions :L)
Allies: [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Sage Bane"]
Post Count: 3/20

While the fighting heated up below in the ice and snow, the cold hate seething above in the darkness of the void. There seemed to be no end to Vornskr's hatred, always burning within the furnace of his soul, festering beneath the surface of his mortal coil waiting to be unleashed in spectacular fashion against whomever earned his ire. There were other emotions as well, sadness, fear, disgust, jealousy, pain, loss, everything negative resounded within the Sith Lord's body to give substance to his unbridled power, and deep below any positive emotions that had ever resided within him were pushed down to the very depths of his person, smothering by hate and shackled in darkness. He had stripped himself clean of burdens, and was powered only by his hatred for all things. Even the wretched being draping himself over his bed, bereft of everything save the sheets that covered him, he hated to a degree and thus he subjugated him utterly.

His eyes opened, gone was the dull cool emerald to be replaced by burning hot sulfuric hate, and he glanced over to where Cryax was laying so cozily. He rose like a phantom, his body making no noise as he glided across the floor to loom over the bed, his body casting a shadow over the tortured Chiss.

"Get dressed, Cryax. We have work to do down below."

He then turned and departed through the doorway, entering the pristine corridor with a flurry of his half-cloak and stalked down towards the lift which would take him to the hanger bay several levels below. He wouldn't wait for Cryax, the cretin would know where to go whether he was right at Vornskr's side or not, and so once the lift had finally stopped the Sith Lord strode out with all purpose and haste to the shuttle waiting patiently below on the hanger deck. A small cadre of guardsmen would be waiting for him, and would kneel in his presence as he walked past them and up the ramp into the shuttle, and of course they would quickly follow. They would wait a small moment for Cryax, and when he had finally gotten into the ship the pilots would reign in the beast of metal and drive it out of the hanger and into space.

During the trip from warship to planet Vornskr would be staring ominously at Cryax, who hadn't even wanted to come along but knew not to disobey his master, and that gave Vornskr a marvelously cruel idea which caused his mouth to split into something of a grin as the shuttle broke through the planet's atmosphere and banked towards Csaplar.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Objective: Wouldn't you like to know!
Location: Dropship going who knows where, don't ask me
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"]
2/20

Cryax jumped sky high at the sound of Kaine's booming voice right beside his ear. He gave off a long, dramatic sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. Kaine really needed to stop sneaking up on him like that. He was about to raise his voice in protest, when the Sith Lord cut him off with a stern order for him to get dressed. As the other man whirled on his heel, the door closing behind him with a hiss, the Chiss shook his head, but did what he was asked. Kaine Zambrano was not a man who Cryax dared defy. The Sith Lord simply weakened his will by virtue of being in his presence. Now whether that was Sith magic or something else, remained a large question mark.

Indulging in one last post-nap stretch, Bane's street clothes were pulled on so hastily, he didn't even notice that he'd put his shirt on inside-out. Keeping Kaine waiting was never a good thing. Then, Bane donned a set of cold weather gear and trundled off to the shuttle as requested. Kaine's guardsmen watched with vacant expressions as Cryax joined the Sith Lord in the seat next to him as the small craft headed for the planet's surface.

The emerald eyes of the Sith Lord bore down on him, and Cryax's blood red eyes narrowed back at him. While Kaine was an unrivaled machinator when it came to galactic schemes, it was rare that Cryax was let in on any of the Emperor's plans, so the other man's silence was no surprise. Still it was unusual that Kaine's blue pet even left the confines of the battleship, so this trip did pique his curiosity and yes, his worry. The smile that Kaine answered with did nothing to comfort him.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[SIZE=9pt]Objective: 1. Assassinate a member of the ruling houses of the Chiss Ascendency.
Location: Target's study.
Allies: Left behind.
Enemies: Target, security.
9/20.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The new corridor ended in a door, outside of which stood another two Chiss. These two were already alarmed. No doubt, the explosion she had caused heralded her arrival. As they raised their carbine blasters. As they were about to pull their triggers and release a volley of hurt on Saiah, she released a wave of Force Energy along with an angry yell, knocking them up against the wall just long enough for her to come within range. She threw her vibrodagger at the leftmost Chiss, who managed to get his arm up just in time for the blade to stick through his lower arm rather than his abdomen. Saiah lunged at the rightmost, her assassin’s blade extending from her left wrist as she jabbed for his eye. It connected and she grabbed onto the thin scruff of hair on his forehead as he screamed. The first of the two pulled her dagger out of his arm and turned to attack her, but she put the other Chiss between them. She stuck the barrel of her blaster into the screaming Chiss’ abdomen and fired two consecutive shots before pulling her arm back and letting go of his hair. He sank to the ground like a sack of potatoes. As he fell, she brought her arm to defend her against the coming knife attack while firing another two direct shots. Her attention diverted, she misjudged her block, and the vibrodagger dug into her hand, in between her finger bones. She gritted her teeth in pain as she fired round after round into the Chiss belly, not stopping until he fell backwards, smoke rising from a hole in his corpse.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As she pulled the vibrodagger from her hand, she wondered whether she had been sloppy or if these two were a little better than the rest. Perhaps she was getting tired. Yes, this was exhausting work after all. A lightsabre would do it all so much quicker, but there was a mission and a reason. Saiah clenched and unclenched he wounded hand; she feared it would not be much use until it was treated. However, it could still hold her blade.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Saiah severed one of the two Chiss’ thumb and used it as an identification for entrance, it was still warm enough to pass as live. Inside was only a staircase, lit dimly and ending in a heavy durasteel door. She walked down the stairs carefully. If there were any traps, this would be the perfect place. However, there were no traps. She put the thumb on the identification pad of the heavy doors, and they slid open. Revealing a lavish study. On the opposite side of the room was a high-backed chair turned away. Two rather burly Chiss looked at her with their glowing, red eyes, a bemused expression on their blue faces.[/SIZE]

“Good evening,” Good evening?[SIZE=11pt] It was the first that had popped into her mind.[/SIZE]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[SIZE=9pt]Objective: 1. Assassinate a member of the ruling houses of the Chiss Ascendency -> Plant evidence and clean up the scene.
Location: Target Estate.
Allies: Left behind.
Enemies: Target, security.
10/20.[/SIZE]

A drawl and a blue hand rose from the chair.

“Stand down, let me see her.”

The two burly Chiss stepped back and let Saiah pass between them, their eyes narrowing as she walked past.

“But do take her weapons. I do not care for being shot today.”

Saiah stopped and let them take the knife and the blaster, she had hoped they would ignore her wristblade but the blue man in the fancy chair made a discontent sound, and swirled his finger in the air. They took the wristblade too, tearing it off her arm. Saiah sneered in annoyance as he finally allowed her to enter. They had however not taken her lightsabre, still safely secured in her sash. With a wave of his hand, he dispatched the two who promptly exited through a side door.

“How long have you known I was coming?”
“Since you crawled out of the snow cave. Slicers are so fickle when it comes to loyalty. You sure made a racket in the end. Why?”
“Unforeseen events. A certain would-be-heroine. Dead now I suppose.”
“Ah, yes. The one with the blue glow stick-of-death. No she ran from your two friends.”

Saiah choked down a minor groan, but then the chair finally turned. He who sat there was tall, lanky, with streaks of grey in the hair by his temples. He and Saiah fixed gazes, for a second or two they stood silently, unblinking.

“If you were aware of my arrival, why are there no refreshments? How rude.”
He barked a laugh and pressed a button and said something utterly unintelligible before looking at her again.
“You’re right, how rude of me.”

Two cups of red, sweet scented liquid stuff was placed on the desk between them by one of the two burly males. He was still holding her blaster. Saiah did not like him holding her blaster; it was a good blaster and he could not have it. She had coveted the sweet, red stuff all day, but she liked her weapons more. She figured she could take them on one by one.

She lifted her cup calmly and held it out as a toast, the burly Chiss was about to leave when she threw the scolding warm liquid at his bald head before using the cup as a knuckle duster. She hit him on the corner of the jaw, a splutter of blood ejected from his mouth and her cup shattered on impact leaving a nasty cut on his cheek. She took a few steps back while the burly Chiss regained his senses. As he turned to her, raising Saiah’s own blaster against her. She ran at him and jumped, gripping the top of his head and launching her knee into his larynx, effectively crushing his windpipe. As they both toppled over, she snatched her blaster from his slackening hand and stood up. Her blaster wheeled to point at the seated Chiss, still holding the cup in toasting position.

“This is all highly unnecessary!”
“I’m sorry, but it’s all for your own protection.”
“Our protection? Protection from whom? From ourselves, spare me your drivel!”

She fired three shots in his heart. Hearing the shots, the second of the burly Chiss came bursting out, pink cream adorning his blue lip. Clearly, there was more of that drink in the side-room. Perhaps she was lucky and found some left. Whipping her arm around, she harnessed power from the pain they had caused her and used it to squeeze him up against the wall. Her eyes glared unblinking and all the pain she felt and the disappointment of this day churned into hatred and turned upon him. She was tempted to draw her lightsabre, but she could not blow it all now. She walked towards him as he struggled against her, his eyes filling with a certain desperation, a certain fear. Yes, now he knew why he should fear the Sith. As she stood in front of him, she put the blaster under his chin and pulled the trigger.

"Now, just the clean-up left."

She looked inside the side-room, finding it conveniently to be the surveillance room. Hooking her datapad up to the mainframe, she set to deleting the last twenty-four hours of footage, and shut the cameras off for the next hour. That should buy her enough time to alter and plant evidence to put the blame on one of the dissident groups currently being butchered in the streets.

(Exit thread)

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: 2, Capture Spark Finn
Location: Csaplar Streets
Allies: [member="Tanek Santii"] [member="Darth Malum"] [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Spark Finn"] (friend request resent)

An unholy chaos was breaking out in the streets of Csaplar. CEDF soldiers were still furiously exchanging fire with straggling Chiss dissidents. Sith were hungrily advancing on the rogue Jedi who had been spotted sending a speeder flying at their commander. And in the midst of the fray was Sage, grappling with the wilting blonde technopath. As his right hand continued to siphon her force powers from her, the protective bubble she was using began to corrode, and his ampthistaves slithered through the holes. As one of the leathery tentacles wound its way around her leg, Spark got creative and smacked it on its hard head. Bonk! Both creature and Sage cried out in unison, and the serpent uncoiled itself from her thigh.

He felt the blast coming from a few yards away, but before Sage could dodge, Coren's stun bolt hit him squarely in the side, sending him flying. A keening howl could be heard as he and his amphistaves scraped against the duracrete. The jolt was enough to sever the drain from Sage to Spark. Like the cutting of an umbilical cord, it freed her from his tether. Sage scrambled to his feet, bloody and raw in places, his leathery tentacles thrashing with rage.

Having a dead commlink forced Sage to shout his orders to Tanek Santii and Darth Malum who were both advancing upon Coren.

"Capture the Jedi. I want him alive and brought to me!"

He hoped Darth Malum heard the order before she lopped something off, and not after it.

Sage's head whipped around to face Spark. Like a dog with a bone, he wasn't finished with her yet. Not by a long shot. Small branches of lightning began to dance up and down the forearm of his human limb, building up until his palm was almost eclipsed by a ball of pure electricity. The Hand quickly began to stride towards the technopath, with sparks flying from his fingertips and an ugly leer on his face.

Sparks. How fitting.

 

[Judah Lesan]

Objective: Surprise Sitara
Location: Near a Cave
Allies: [member="Sitara Qin"]

Xander quickly caught Tara's legs as she leaped onto his back and planted a kiss to his stubbled cheek. He wished the surprise was taking her into the cave to show her a hot spring, but that was not the case. Instead he had something much more beautiful. Xander remembered the last time he found himself behind a frozen waterfall. The sun shown through the ice, and the water which still fell through it. The combination of light with ice and water made such a vibrant blue Xander could not describe it. The color was the most beautful display of art he had ever seen. The Monarch had found such a treasure nestled deep within the cave.

"Business was done early, and I thought I would find you before you got too bored without me..."

Tara was always one in search of fun and entertainment. She kept him young in that regard, though Xander was young. He had resigned himself to the fact that just because he was 841 years old, he had been asleep for 820 of them and not really as old as his years made him seem. The young monarch had learned to live more his appearance than his years, and Tara had helped with that greatly. Leading her to the waterfall, they were met by the very blue he had seen before. This was what Xander had intended for her to see, along with the picnic he had set up for them. Granted it was cold, but they needed to have fun!

"You will never find a more breathtaking backdrop than this, my dear. I have been all over this galaxy and this has no equal by far..."

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: Tea-Bag [member="Sage Bane"] and his posse, Save the Galaxy from the Sith, wipe the Jedi off the board.
Location: St. Petersburg Streets Level of GoldenEye, looking for the tank, watching out for Soviets.
Allies: [member="Spark Finn"], Coren’s Angels
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"], [member="Darth Malum"] Valium and the beauty queen [member="Tanek Santii"]
I’m not counting/20

What he noticed next was not what he wanted. He could feel Spark in the Force and that she was back pedaling. Right. And the Sith were calling in a flood. That was just… fething terrific, really. And he felt that familiar feeling. No… No.

That didn’t happen.

He was not helping the Sith learn new skills. Was he?

Luke H. Skywalker!

At least some of the Chiss were fighting the good fight. He was happy for that, but his eyes were all purpose, all going straight for Sage, to protect Spark, even though he did hear the opposing lightsaber. In a response that was instinctive, in a pilot fashion to respond, without breaking stride, Coren moved his saber. Swinging the orange blade from his far right, in front of his path and up towards the red blade. It was a microsecond too late, and the searing pain in Coren caused him to spin to the left, facing his opponent.

Two fingers from his left hand lay lifeless on the cold Csilla street. Cauterized, the pain was there but the blood? It wasn’t running. Eyes darkening, Coren pulled the Force close to him and threw an arcing of red dark side tendrils towards the one who just cost him fingers. He was going to pull their life force, and use it to free this world.

Over his shoulder, without breaking visual on his new target, he called. “MOVE!” To Spark. It was a dark order, his voice octaves deeper as he was going to pull the Force and the life out of this target.

Spark didn’t need to see him like that.

 

[The End Narrator]

Objective: What is happening?!
Location: Lost!
Allies: I don't know anymore!
Enemies: Everyone!

??/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cSRXUqsHh88​

Shreds of her very essence burned from her core causing her hands to come to her head in agonizing pain as she dropped to her knees before [member="Coren Starchaser"]. She could feel her soul burning, flashing images burning through her grey matter as she began to scream – an unholy terror that would cause the ground to tremble around her. It would be something subtle but continue to grow in strength as she enraged and continued to fuel the dark tendrils that pulled her essence away from her body.

Nar Shaddaa – Sometime ago…​

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The rain was putrid, acidic almost - [member="Sena Lassiter"] was there, in the dark alleyway tending to her wounds and comforting her. She was alone, the Netherworld crisis had taken her family and drawn her mother into the vortex of darkness to fight alongside heroes against the Celestial being Akala. She wept in the arms of the other girl, with the rogue Jedi [member="Khaleel Malvern"] standing close by, watching the events unfold.

Ilum – In more recent times…​

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She stood as a Jedi Knight before a darkness that was overwhelming, suffocating and threatened to overcome the core of her soul. The duel was fierce, but brief – she could feel the injuries once again, hear the taunting of [member="Darth Vornskr"], his mocking tone of her own weaknesses. She could remember how she lost her eye – and how she fell before the Voice of the Dark Lord. Memories flooded her mind of the torture, torment and manipulation. She could feel the knife etching into her flesh, drawing her crimson blood to the surface and oozing across her fair skin. The rage and hatred that caused her to thrash out against the chains that held her down as he taunted her with members of her own Pack, including Ibaris and Liam. All that Vornskr had done to her – only pushed her to the limits of her own emotional barriers and into the levels of madness. Now, she re-lived every second but there was something else – the darkness had weakened.

Within her own mind, lost in the madness…​

She felt herself again. Somewhere in the madness of her mind, she saw her own reflection and there she was, untainted. She’d stare at the reflection, touching each part of her body that once was. There were no scars, her right eye was in-tact and held that garnet color that she got from her grandmother. It would all feel so real - as if nothing had ever happened to her and it was all just a bad dream. She reached out and touched the reflection and as she did so it would shift into who she was today. Malum would gasp sharply and step back from the reflection, only to have it rise and stalk her with each step she took. She’d stumble backwards until she bumped into something solid, turning quickly to see the disappointed face of [member="Liam Quez"].

“You’re a monster.” He’d say emotionlessly.

Appearing from the shadows would be [member="Ibaris Varanin-Jacobs"], who spoke in a darker tone than Liam. “You betrayed us.”

Her gaze would turn from Ibaris, to Liam and then to the next figure to emerge from the shadows - [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]. “You promised to fight till the end.”

Mira, no, Malum would begin to cry uncontrollably as she tried to plead with them to listen but she couldn’t speak. Her hands would come to her throat as she turned from them in a panic only to come face to face with her mother, [member="Aaralyn Gyndar"] who held an ignited lightsaber. The blade’s hum filled her ears as the woman spoke. “You are weak.” Her twin would appear at their mother’s side, and their father on the opposite and in unison, all the voices would echo in her mind. “You deserve to die.”

And in one swift strike – Aaralyn brought the green blade down and plunged it into the chest of Malum, she would smell the burning cloth and flesh, there would be no chance to scream or beg for mercy, only darkness. With her demise in the madness of her mind, her death like trance would be broken and she'd snap back to reality.

Here and Now, Chaos Comes.​

The flood of emotions, the ensuing rage that the memories caused only increased the trembling around her immediate form. Coren would feel it, those close enough to them would start to feel it. The dark tendrils that drained her essence would actually start to feed her – no longer draining her form as she absorbed their energy – but only for a moment. She was becoming overwhelmed, overused and exhausted, she had to expel…she had to release.

And release she would…the same way she had upon Darth Vornskr on Ilum. An explosive rush of kinetic dark energy would shred the ground around her and project outwards in a wave like pattern, in all directions. The closer the proximity – the more likely the individual would be to be flung if unprotected and seriously injured and the further away – merely like a Force push. The duracrete would explode around her with it and be sent in multiple directions. Various shapes and sizes being shot off like bullets from a slugthrower – and collapsed in the epicenter, an unconscious Malum.

 

[Spark Finn]

Objective: Shake off the feeling after force drain, kinda like being crunk
[SIZE=10pt]Location: Cold, cold streets[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Enerrrmies: [member="Sage Bane"] (friend request pending) [member="Tanek Santii"] (BLOCKING on Spacebook is still possible!!)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Spark Finn’s Spacebook Status: <uploaded jpeg.smokinelectricityman> [/SIZE]

Tired-eyes refocused a little more clearly as Coren's force stun saved her from becoming Sage's everlasting battery, solar-powered, of course. Even though her head was clearing, her energy seemed to be responding a little more sluggishly. Doggedly, she pushed to a stand, thumb hitting the switch on the datapad that acted like a comm.

"Rekha, Rekha. You there? We need an emergency pick-up on my coordinates," fingers dug into the edges of the datapad as she worked to get back control of her reflexes. Other hand finally found her blaster.

MOVE.

She heard Coren's command along with a snap-crackle-pop that clearly wasn't cereal. It was rather unfortunate. She could go for a bowl right about now with some almond milk.

Sage stalked toward her. Sluggish limbs screamed in protest as she raised her arm to fire off two stun-bolts at the leering man, one at his legs and the other at the center of his torso. Then, she turned and ran - more like, stumbled and slipped, weaving her way through the melee. A worried glance flicked over her shoulder but not at the pursuing sith, at Coren.

"Evac's coming!" Her scream pushed to be heard above the chaos.

Hopefully it was coming.

But the thing was, they were outmatched, outnumbered, and were running out of time. The only thing they had going for them? They still had dance moves like Mick Jagger.

 

[Zion Mirtis]

Objective: Uh....
Location: Chiss Leader House...still
Allies: One Sith; [member="Sage Bane"]
Enemies: Anyone who gets in my way
NPC: 150 troops

The rouge had actually tried to fool them. She agreed to join only to run away. Figured. Raven only huffed at this before putting her sabers away. The girl was gone, [member="Saiah"] was gone and now this entire place was up for grabs. Raven looked around before giving an interested hum. This place would make for a nice little get-away home for when she wasn't busy with Sith affairs. Speaking over the comms she'd told her men to secure the entire place so that no one would come knocking without her permission. In the meantime she was going to make use of this house. Official claims were made, and this one was hers. If anyone needed her help they'd no where to call, but for now she just wanted to relax and let the sounds of war be her music for the evening. Finding the most comfortable of chairs in the living room, pushing off the corpse that currently occupied it before using it as a foot stool, Raven gave a sigh of relief. These were the sort of benefits she looked forward to when being with the Sith.​

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Objective: Collected Sparkler and Yummy
Location: Getting into the ship and coming to get them
Allies [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Spark Finn"]
Enemies the Sith...[member="Sage Bane"] and all his play mates

Rekha could hear garbled sounds she tilted her head slightly to listen closely then she heard Spark's voice..."Oh hell no" Rekha turned on her heel and headed into the ship, she could fly anything, right? Of course.

She kept the door open, she opened the channel, "I'm coming Sparkler hang in there, the door will be open you and Coren will need to get your arses in quick when I get to your location...got it? Rekha went through checks quick as she put herself into the pilots chair, fuel, no red lights, then they were going up. The engines were online quickly and already warm barely had they had time to cool down.

Thrust and lift and up she went and then forward, easy...the roar would draw attenion. Rekha kept her eye on the locator buttons she had given them, and she was now thankful that she had given it to them.

Rekha followed the beeline to where they were, and it looked like they had lots of company...

She was going to go lower, and pray no one decided to shoot.....she'd hate to have to find out if ship had a strafing capability, Rekha smiled...bad girl.

 

[Sitara Qin]

Objective: 4.YAY PICNIC!
Location: Some Cabin
Allies: One Sith | [member="Xander Blackmoore"]
Enemies: Those who dare interrupt!
3/20

There was a dominion going on and these two were enjoying their time as love birds. The Chiss planet was snowy and ice-cold, unlike many things Sitara had felt for Xander. The two were assassins, partners-in-crime; though in the middle of a war, they decided to venture out and play. She landed another kiss on his cheek before slipping off his back.

She probably should’ve hit him with a snowball.

“I didn’t even think you were here.” She told him.

And that was true, she had come to the Chiss planet in search of someone else, though was definitely happy to be greeted by the handsome monarch. She took his hand with her gloved one and gave it a tight squeeze. Never before had they really played in the snow together, so this would serve as a pleasant experience.

He lead her to a waterfall which was an impossible frozen blue. He had a nice picnic laid out for them and Sitara could almost smell the warm food hidden within the basket. She gave Xander’s hand another squeeze as her eyes and appetite lit up.

“Awwwww.” She cooed, “You’re the sweetest.”

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: Perform a cuttlefish. Fight, to run away.
Location: Csilla, missing two fingers. Luckily, ladies, on his off hand
Allies: [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] and the sweet sweet sounds of the Tachyon Rising’s engines
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"] “The Snake Arm” and [member="Darth Malum"]

Fething losing fingers. Fething Luke H. Skywalker in Corellian Hell. Yeah, that made Coren angry. A bit. Angry enough where he was thinking about what he could do, and that was why the Drain came out from him, right at Malum. He was going to lose bits? So were they! He was working on his mental blocks since his first time dealing with the problem child known as Sage Bane and he was fighting against the memories that were showing up as a result of the Drain link.

It was… not gonig too well. He needed to work on that. He was getting the headache from ti, the flashing images. But he was keeping the drain. Until the blast hit. And that was what blew Coren back. Stunning him, his head full of stars and his armor now punctured from the shrapnel blast.

He never heard Spark. Felt her, sure, but never heard her. “Get clear!” He hollered at Spark. Hopefully they still were getting some Chiss free out of this deal. Need people to start running a resistance on this world. Fething Sith.

He heard the vessel, and that was the best feeling ever, but still, he had a few Sith to deal with until Spark was on board, then he’d get himself out. He pulled the Force around him, the draining energy looking to pull in anything that got near him. Was this Absorb? Kind of.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: Capture (I knew you were trouble when you walked in) [member="Spark Finn"]
Location: Streets
Allies: [member="Tanek Santii"]
Enemies: [member="Rekha Kaarde"] Oh, and [member="Coren Starchaser"] is around here somewhere, I guess

Ping! Ping! The two stunbolt shots, bounced off Sage's amphistave arm. The creatures had whip smart reflexes and sprang into action to parry the blows, protecting the hand that fed them. Sage stopped and titled his head to gave the techopath a mock sad-face, and then continued to stalk towards her, with his palm full of lightning.

Like a predator who had had to hunt for its food, when prey ran, it only made Sage chase. So when Spark turned tail like a little Endor rabbit, Sage sprinted after her. The fear that Spark emitted made his little neck hairs stand up on end. It was as intoxicating as an aphrodisiac. Sage loped after her, with his hand still curled up in a claw-shape, lighting bristling off it. Soldiers, One Sith and Chiss alike, were violently whipped out of the way by a raging amphistaff, punishment for blocking the Hand's line of sight.

He was right on her heels as he finally struck. A potent stream of Force lightning burst from his hand, its trajectory headed right towards Spark. It was a near lethal dose. Or it should have been. Sage growled like a rabid dog. Something wasn't right. That fething Starchaser dolt was draining his power. Sage would rake his pretty face off.

Right after he knocked the little blonde ragamuffin unconscious.

 

[Spark Finn]

Objective: Passing out before it became cool. (Cause, baby, now we got bad blood)
Location: streets
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"]
Enerrrrmies: [member="Sage Bane"], electricity, and [member="Tanek Santii"] 's Spacebook profile

That itch on the back of her neck throbbed in warning. She could hear the sith's breathing right on her back and she may have imagined puffs of his hot breath against her hair. Booted-feet slipped and slid, veering right.

But it wasn't quite fast enough.

An electrocuting pain seized up the entire left side of her body. Muscles and limbs on that side convulsed painfully and she went down like a sack of medium-roasted caf beans. Blaster flew across the snow-covered permacrete as she lost motor movement in that hand.

More bruises and scrapes.

Heel of her still functioning foot kicked out toward the sith's shins. Her right hand maintained a good grip on the datapad as she held it up to play whack-a-snake for as long as she could, even as her body continued to twitch and throb.

Sorry Coren.

The thought was wistful because what she did next had the potential to save herself. But she wasn't the mission. The Chiss were.

White current was a powerful tool and one of the few things she could thank the Jedi for. Her shield of a datapad faltered as she poured her energy and concentration on the fleeing Chiss rebels she could see. One disappeared. Then another. Then another.

It wasn't for long. And it wasn't many. Just enough cover to get to the next alleyway. To climb on an air speeder, or perhaps make it to Rekha and her ship above.

Black spots began to speckle her vision of the snakes and the predatory, leering pout of the man above her.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

[SIZE=12pt]Objective: Get Coren and Spark on the ship…like yesterday[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Location: Csilla,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Mood: Irritated[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Allies [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Coren Starchaser"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Enemies [member="Sage Bane"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]*Joins Spacebook*[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The ship was handling well it wasn’t the ship that she was now concerned about it was her skill as a pilot to get it low enough to get them and then get out.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She had to judge the amount of space, she had to take in logistics where were they, would she have to get them one at a time.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Instinct told her that Coren would want Spark saved first, so before he started ranting she located Spark and began to descend to a level she hoped would at least let Spark know where she was.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Spark look up” Rekha would either put the ship down, or Spark could do the Evil Knievel thing and..well jump the canyon into the ship. The canyon would be the expanse between buildings, objects anything that would give her height.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha was watching Coren’s locator, it was blinking….[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Come on Sparkler..you can do this…but you got to talk to me[/SIZE]

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: Make a grab for [member="Spark Finn"]
Location: Streets
Allies: [member="Tanek Santii"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"]

With Spark writhing on the ground, twitching from the powerful volts that convulsed her muscles, Sage stopped his attack. With a dark smirk on his face, Sage turned to a squad of One Sith soldiers who had come trotting up to with their blasters aimed at her. The Sith Knight shook his head indicating a negative.

"Fire at the Jedi. Shoot to wound, not kill," he ordered, jerking his head in the direction of Coren.

The soldiers were just a necessary distraction. The Rogue Jedi could easily deflect their blaster bolts, but it might break his concentration enough to stop draining. Then, once Sage got his beloved, the boy would come of his own accord, and his real game with Starchaser would begin.

"Ow!" Sage said testitly as Spark's Datapad bonked one of his amphistaves again. With a feral growl from its master, the same tentacle whipped across her hand, attempting to smack the device right out of it.

"Watch those manners, darling." he hissed.

In the next nanosecond, he pounced on top of her like a caged beast. If the blonde slicer didn't find a way to evade him, Sage, straddling her, would grab her shoulder with his human hand and strike her forehead with a powerful headbutt, one that could finally knock her unconscious. He had men waiting to take her away and send her up to the Obscurus, hovering high up in the black of space.

Fried, sealed and delivered.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

[SIZE=9pt]Objective:[/SIZE] [SIZE=9pt]Perform a cuttlefish. Fight, to run away.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Csilla, missing two fingers. Luckily, ladies, on his off hand[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies:[/SIZE] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] and the sweet sweet sounds of the Tachyon Rising’s engines
[SIZE=9pt]Enemies:[/SIZE] [member="Sage Bane"]“The Snake Arm” and @Darth Malum [member="Tanek Santii"]

He could feel the ship. It wasn’t anything that was the Force. Coren lived aboard ships, maybe it was some latent mechu-deru technopathy, but maybe it was just instinct, and intuition. He could also feel Spark. Sort of. She was out. Down.

Not ripped from the Force, that was a good feeling. He’d know that feeling. He felt it with his father. And once he had someone close to him die during his time with the Fringe? Yeah, that memory came flooding back. Not what you want to be feeling while you’re piloting a TIE Exalt against Reavers. Luckily, Lily was his wingman at that point. She melded and kept him tethered.

Mostly.

He felt Sage Bane, though. That was not good. The ship… Spark… Sage.

Time to move. He had that Sith fallen at his feet. If worse came to worst, he’d take them. But first? He had a crew member in a pickle. There was a predatory feeling coming from the Corellian as he made his way, quickly towards the direction where his co-pilot had been taken.

Hoping he wasn’t too far away.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

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Objective: Avoid getting blocked by Spark on Spacebook
Location: Where the party's at
Allies: [member=Sage Bane]
Enemies: [member=Coren Starchaser] and [member=Spark Finn] (spams invites to MoisturefarmVille)

"Capture the Jedi. I want him alive and brought to me!"

So Tanek's task was pretty clear.

After Darth Mallum and Coren had squared off, resulting in the loss of some of Coren's fingers, it was time for Tanek to step onto the stage. If the rain of blaster fire that [member=Sage Bane] ordered upon him didn't stop him, Tanek would.

The Knight positioned himself between Coren and Sage, behind the soldiers' lines. Once he made his way through the squadron, he would have to face off with Tanek. What the outcome of that conflict would be, only the Force knew. Regardless, it was a distraction not so quickly dealt with, which did not bode well for his dear Spark.

As Coren made his way, Tanek would attempt to conjure up an illusion for him to play with. Not having mastered the craft, he didn't want to go overboard, and attempted to stay moderately within the realm of reality and possibility. The image he sought to create started with an auditory hallucination. "Release the hounds!" an order would be sounded. Moments later came the visual image, of a pack of feral hounds charging from the ranks of the troopers that were shooting at him, frothing at the mouth, hungry for Jedi blood.