A Return Home[TRE Dominion of Korriban Hex]

[grammaticus]

Corin paused for a moment as [member="Joon"] spoke, his hand flexing along the length of the lightsaber in his hand, before he relaxed. "Say what you want. In the end, I will complete my task." He sent word to the Kaleesh to change plans, and they moved off into the mountains. Last reports said they saw the enemy fighters heading that direction before they cloaked. If he was lucky, his men would find the base of these stealth fighters. Then he could end the threat they posed quickly.

He walked behind the other Sith slightly, his eyes moving constantly over the area around them. He opened the communication feed inside his mask, allowing news to filter in while they were searching for the Jedi. The Kaleesh warriors on the ground had sectioned off an area of the city, and had barricaded it with defenses and civilian shields alike. The local resistance on the ground was proving less successful than the stealth fighters, and several assault by the locals had been repelled, with heavy enemy casualties.

In orbit, the fleet was preparing for another landing effort. The enemy fighter assault had proven they could not launch a full on direct attack unless they wanted to suffer heavier losses. As the two Sith continued to their target, an idea came to Corin. He sent word for the ground forces to secure any armories and depots near their territory, and begin to move into the taller buildings. If things went well, he could trap the stealth fighters the next time they made an appearance. He was also given a report that another vessel had been spotted briefly, but had landed near the combat zone before it could be contacted. Whoever it was could be a problem if left unchecked. He sent word for the vessel to be tracked, and if possible, contacted. If not, it just posed a threat, and was to be dealt as such.

"Perhaps we should gather civilians an kill them. Jedi tend to hate the slaughter of the innocent and all that. Draw them to us. [member="Joon"]"

[member="Electroheart"]
[member="Sorvae Sunfell"]
[member="Yula Knezevic"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

As anticipated [member="Serenity Loveheart"] did well once asked to make some noise, maybe even a bit to well. The bank immediately went into full lock down around any major entrance points, closing of the structure to the public. Through the security feed from the cameras Darth Abyss watched as his apprentice play out her pretended bank heist. He had to make it look like security was already doing their job, yet without compromising her position inside. But there was always another play to make, this was his world and here in the citadel all strings were held together.

"Glory. Trigger the alarm of high security vault, make it look like the heist is only a diversion from the real robbery."

That would have to effects. Number one was that security would ignore his apprentice for the most part, the riches in the vault were more important. Secondly it would turn the people of the higher city against the invaders, for one simple reason. Credits. Most of the rich, wealthy and deeply corrupt top 100 of the spheres despised the Prophet, he was the one that kept them from enslaving the city below as well as keeping their money locked away and taxed. Getting them to riot against him would've been very easy, as long as they didn't believed that this new enemy wanted all their money instead of just a part of it.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when another emergency transmission reached his terminal, two squads of the Legion had been slaughtered on the edges of the Tainted City, and the attackers were nowhere to be found. That coupled with the message that purposefully had been made to be caught by his filters and the blackout wasn't a good sign.

"Prophet to Inner Eye, do you copy. There is reason to believe that the enemy has infiltrated the Tainted City, probably posing as civilians or even members of the Legion. I want all our eyes and ears around the city on high alert. Double check the identity of anyone who is even slightly suspicious. I trust your judgement to locate and eliminate them. Prophet out."

The Inner Eye were Abyss best of the best. Former high ranking intelligence Officers of the One Sith, and loyal to him since the downfall. Sharpshooters, surveillance experts and agents, trained and experienced close to the limit of what was possible. They were few, but they understood the networks of individuals throughout the city almost as well as Abyss himself. If there was anyone on his payroll that could find enemy operatives working in secret then them.

[member="Antherion"]

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Antherion pursed his lips, cursing as the alarms went off. He was going upwards, not downwards - why would the vault security alarms go off unless... His lips then curled into a full-blown scowl. His ultimate folly was not stepping back and believing that his own personal intervention would be such that he could establish a defensible position. No... His folly had been hope in general. There was no way to defeat Abyss on a territory he so thoroughly controlled in this manner, not without the advantages of secrecy, legitimacy, and months of preparation. He had walked into this situation armed for an entirely different battle.

"Now, he'll see the consequence of forcing our hands. Squad 1, prepare to perform a pickup from the top of the banking tower on my signal. I need extraction. Assume Squads 2 and 3 are lost and our objectives have failed. You will not be punished. This is due to something no one could have foreseen."

He continued along, proceeding upwards. It would have done well to work against Abyss with honeyed lies from the executive offices, but the robbery alarms meant that suspicion would have poisoned them against him. So he had to opt for brutish violence instead. Lovely.

"Freeze. Don't move!" The guards poured out from both ends of the hallway, blaster rifles aimed at his chest. He raised both his hands upwards. Then, he flexed his wrists, moving them sharply.

As if pulled by the collar by invisible hands, the two point guards were propelled sharply in front of Antherion, quickly sponging up a hail of green blaster fire. Acting before his shields could lose integrity, Antherion pivoted to the side and extended his hands outwards as though taking flight, hurling the men into their comrades with a wave of scattering Force.

Before they could steady themselves, the other four were extinguished by and outwards-expanding ring of cyan lightning that swept over their prone forms, first sending them into a fit of convulsive thrashing before forever falling still. Pausing for a moment, centering his breathing, her surveyed the corpses. He heard footsteps from below. How inconvenient.

As he continued drifting upwards, the door slammed shut behind him of its own accord.

| [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Serenity Loveheart"] |

 

[Klesta]

Location: Elom
Objective: Repel the Resurgent Empire's forces
Allies: [member="Electroheart"] [member="Elijah Henson"] [member="Bethany Kismet"]
Enemies: [member="Joon"] [member="Sorvae Sunfell"] [member="Corin Zanith"]
Post: 4/38

What Yula knew about the A'driannamieq mountain range was that the mountains of Elom stretched on for hundreds of kilometers beyond the capital. There was one way she found practical as to how to avoid getting the base detected: decloak and have Yula cover the retreat of the other craft, which simply circled around aimlessly in the area. For some reason there were some enemy fighters that she couldn't quite shake off: a flight made up of another Mako and three more Sorunas. Decidedly the Kaleesh provided the elite of the Resurgent Empire's starfighter forces. As mind-boggling as it was, Yula'd better hope that her own shielding would be back up when she needed to decloak. Yet, for some reason, one of those Sorunas attempted to fire the proton torpedoes while the jagged mountaineous landscape would make any attempt at using missiles in a stern chase a foolish proposition at best and dangerous proposition at worst; missiles tend to bleed energy if its target attempts to maneuver. Missiles, pull up, she thought, upon pulling up in a corkscrew fashion as tight as she could in an attempt to evade the missile fired. She was thus forced to decloak to climb, gain speed as was possible in a climb and thus make the evasion a little easier, even in a snowstorm that reduced visibility considerably.

"Now, Fairytale, Porkins, decloak!"

"Roger, roger" both ladies acknowledged in unison.

Once the two ladies' fighters decloaked, the other two Sorunas that did not fire torpedoes just yet did just that; while Yula did a looping in an attempt to pounce down on the enemy flight of fighters, Pixie and Daisy turned back as hard as they could to meet and engage the enemy fighters that Yula had trouble with. With that said, the missiles fired by the enemy on Yula's wingmates crashed on the mountainside, causing an avalanche around the area where the explosions occurred. By then the Sith pilot opened HVC fire on the very Soruna that fired the missile at her, while Pixie and Daisy concentrated their fire on the Mako, all of which was done at point-blank range due to the snowstorm brewing outside.

Attack craft:

Spoiler

47 Yutan stealth fighter-bombers

 

[Bethany Kismet]

Elos, Elom
Allies: [member="Electroheart"] [member="Elijah Henson"]
Enemies: [member="Joon"] [member="Corin Zanith"]
Post: 3

While the Sith argued, clashing in their goals and intentions, the three members of the Sacred Lotus worked in tandem.

"Hurry up, you'll be okay," Bethany assured gently, herding the Elom into the tunnels. "Take care of each other, get to safety." They had saved them in the past, they would be put to good purpose now.

She glanced down the street, Electroheart in one direction, Elijah in the other, doing the same thing. Getting as many civilians off of the streets as possible.... she paused, frowning.

What was Electroheart doing?

Her heart sank.

Emerald eyes flickered around. There were still too many people out in the open for her to change her course. She'd have to trust that he knew what he was doing.

 

[Leos Palle]

Location: Elos, Elom
Allies: [member="Bethany Kismet"] and [member="Elijah Henson"]
Enemies: [member="Joon"] and [member="Corin Zanith"]

He honestly hoped he knew what he was doing too, but if he didn't step up, a lot more people were going to die.

"That won't be necessary."

Overhearing their words on killing civilians to draw them out, he knew that he was going to have to do something. Not fighting would have been best, but if he didn't then those that were still out in the open would end up getting slaughtered. He couldn't let that happen. So he chose to fight. Besides, he wasn't as pacifistic as some of the other Order members. Not because he loved violence, which he didn't, but because he was suited for it. He understood it. He didn't know why he understood it, but he did. It was simply a part of him that he would never be able to explain, but it was going to come in handy now.

He stepped out to face the two Sith, knowing that he was outgunned in this fight. That only solidified his belief that he had to do this. He'd buy the civilians and his fellows some time, at least. It was the best he could do. No, he didn't draw a saber into his hands. He didn't have one and he wouldn't use one even if he did. Instead, he stood facing them with one foot cocked slightly back behind the other, and his hands open and ready with arms extended just a bit out from his body in sort of a butterfly positioning. Truthfully he was trying to keep their attention focused on his hands, because they couldn't see that beneath his clothing, his arms were entirely metal.

"I won't allow you to harm them further. Stand down, leave this place, or fight me. Those are your options."

 

[grammaticus]

Corin looked the man in front of them over, taking note of his apparent lack of weaponry. He laughed behind his mask, coming out as a metallic sound. "You don't exactly look like a Jedi. Who are you." Even as he was speaking, he expanded his range of focus, sensing the nearby beings, and taking note of a further two beings with strong connections to the force. This one didn't look like one of the Silvers, but he had a connection to the force.

Turning to [member="Joon"], Corin rolled his shoulder, before gesturing in [member="Electroheart"] ('s) general direction. "Do you want to handle this one?"

---

In orbit, the two frigates, the Instigator and Spear of the Core moved into high orbit above the capital city, and the nearby mountain range. Word was sent down to the few remaining fighters in the mountains to withdraw, before the frigates opened fire on the mountains. Red lasers arced down from orbit, detonating across wide swaths of the mountain range, as the frigates slowly began to separate, taking different sections of the mountain range.

Each frigate had a detachment of several dozen fighters and bombers, waiting for word to deploy if they were lucky enough to flush out the enemy fighters.

[member="Yula Knezevic"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Joon turned, her wicked smile growing as a warrior came out. Whatever she thought of the new Sith, he had hit the nail on the head. There was nothing to lose by killing innocent lives who stood in the way of the Empire.

”Tell your men to gut and tear down any building they can. You may have redeemed my expectation in you, Dark Sider.”

She nodded to him and ignited the signature crimson blade of the Dark Side followers. Stalking forward as black smoke drifted over the rooftops from nearby bombing sites, Joon snapped her head left as she caught movement. In a split second she lifted her left hand in a fist and pulled two woman in long brown robes out into the street.

They cried out as the Force pulled them across the streets. They didn't cry for long. Joon's blade cut them both in two as she lanced her blade straight down, kneeling on the ground as he blade struck the ground and burnt the robes. Their flesh burned and their bodies went still.

”Ooops,” she muttered.

Joon rose and stared at the man, fingers trembling on the lightsaber, staring at him and burning for a fight after such a sweet kill.

[member="Corin Zanith"] | [member="Elijah Henson"] | [member=Electroheart] | [member="Bethany Kismet"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Through the speaker system of the bank a voice suddenly replaced the alarms in the area were his enemy was right now. The camera feed gave Abyss a first glance at his opponent, now that he had won his own game. But winning the game in the shadows didn't meant that he won the war yet, the Resurgent empire had far more destructive means than infiltration, as well as the superiority in numbers. Should they rain down on Malachor in full force his world would have to perish as it would never bow after the events of today. If he wanted to make sure thatr the enemy knew to not cross him he had to send a message, and he knew exactly the means how.

"It is good to finally meet face to face."

A single, dark laugh boomed through the speakers, as the Sith Lord looked down at his crippled adversary, from high above in his Ivory Tower in another city. The man possessed talent that was clear, but he had made the mistake of playing his game instead of playing his own. He wanted to have the cities for himself, and his greed had blinded him, a weakness he paid for with defeat.

"You played well, brother. But now we are at the endgame. I fully expect the fleet of the Empire you serve the appear above malachor. The cities will burn, and your allies will tell a tale of victory, but you and me, we both will know that you were defeated today."

Abyss gave his words a second to sink in. The fall of the cities would serve no one, it was a loss on both sides. Now it was time to shuffle the cards another time, change the game up from the ground.

"I offer you a way out. A chance to make a last stand."

Again the sith Lord could be heard laughing, after his words echoed through bank, the malice behind them clear to hear despite the slight distortion due to the speakers.

"Allow my men and my apprentice to escort you to the warcary. There we can decide Malachors fate the sith way. If you win I will surrender my world to you, but should you lose ... should you lose you and your loyalty belongs to me."

[member="Antherion"] [member="Serenity Loveheart"]

 

[Leos Palle]

Location: Elos, Elom
Allies: [member="Bethany Kismet"] and [member="Elijah Henson"]
Enemies: [member="Joon"] and [member="Corin Zanith"]

Of course they thought themselves intimidating by summoning some women from the crowd and slaughtering them for no reason. He was a Chiss, though, and not prone to random shows of emotion, let alone a tantrum of reaction. No, he didn't like what they done. In fact, he hated it, but he had the presence of mind to keep his feelings in check. If anything, he took a deep breath and then let it out again slowly, lifting his hands into a boxer stance, except his fists were open palms and not closed. One hand was held near his cheek, the other held forward towards them as he regarded them.

"No. You will both fight me. Stop playing games and act."

To be completely honest, he knew this wasn't going to go well for him, but it was necessary. They were going to play games and slaughter people when he was standing right in front of them, so he knew if he didn't take them on they would end up doing far worse than that. He had no choice but to fight them.

"Your abundant cowardice does not make you strong."

His last words were directed right at Joon, his red eyes focused on her.

 

[Elijah Beckett]

Location: Elom, Elos City
Allies: [member="Bethany Kismet"] | [member="Electroheart"]
Enemies: [member="Joon"] | [member="Corin Zanith"]

Elijah had been standing under the tunnel's threshold as he guided the civilians through, so he couldn't see nor clearly hear the two sith as they arrived. He could certainly feel them through the Force though, and it crawled under his skin. The temptation to stray from the course and confront them was strong, years as a soldier; violence his ever companion, was in conflict with his Jedi teachings. But a woman's panicked cry that tore through the air all of a sudden broke it up in a second.

He quickly sprinted back out from the entrance to see a young girl had fallen over, probably seperated from her mother in the midst of the terrified crowd. Elijah sprinted over, not breaking his stride for a second as he reached down and scooped the girl into his arms. For a moment he looked over, past Bethany and towards Electroheart who was seemingly confronting the two sith before they could get any further. He sent a baleful glare towards Joon and Corin, before he darted towards the tunnel again dissappearing into it as the last of the civilians on his side did so too.

 

[grammaticus]

Corin stood there for a moment, regarding the figure. He was a issue in his mind. A lightsider, dedicated to the safety of the innocent, so carelessly regarding them to simply pick a fight? He might have laughed if he was in the mood for that.

"You would make a good Sith, lad. Perhaps you should join us." He had very little doubt he would refuse the offer, but as he spoke he walked forward. Coming to stand next to [member="Joon"] he gripped his saberstaff, igniting only one side, the crimson blade hissing into life. He looked down at the bodies at his feet, before opening a channel to his Kaleesh warriors still in the city. "This is Corin Zanith, new orders. All forward positions are to advance, kill every other civilian you find. Keep the rest as shields in case those fighters decide to appear again." He received a brief hiss, a simple response from his warriors.

The appearance of another force user caught his attention. "Oh...so that is where they are hiding."

[member="Elijah Henson"]
[member="Electroheart"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: A ship
Allies: The dude who wants to pay me [member="Vrak Nashar"]
Enemies: None, I guess.
Objective: Get Chris that hex
Post" 2/20 or 1/10 if you simplify

Oh, good. He's not like those kinds of people that makes everything long and complicated.

That was Vilaz's first thought meeting the Sith Pureblood. The Mand'alor in the past had been in several business negotiations and all of them he hated with a deep passion. That was not his forte, but it was one he had to deal due to his positions in the ranks of the Mandalorians. Did the Munin thought it was disrespectful that the Sith wish to not do any formalities and get on to business? Absolutely not. The Mand'alor was also the type of person that just wanted to reach a common ground that was mutual for him and his employer, and be done with it.

"I want more than just credits. Perhaps weapons, ships, technology, anything that could be useful."

And then there was another thing he wished for.

"I also want a war on the Jedi. Those are my terms."

 

[Vrak Nashar]

Korriban
The Tyrant [5/20]
[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]

Oh good. They wouldn't have to stand around making small talk for the next two days. He was delighted to see that at the very least and readily listened when the Mand'alor made his demands. The first few were easy, the latter? Played directly into what he wanted.

A small smirk settled on his face.

"Done." The Jedi would need to fall anyway. The Silvers held the prize that he wanted most; Dromund Kaas. Vrak had always intended on taking the world, and now with withe Mandalorians backing him he could do it all much sooner than originally planed. For a moment the Sith Lord considered.

"You will have arms and armor." That was easy enough. "Safe haven."

They still held Mandalore, but the galaxy was grand and larger than one simple world. "Your people will be welcome within The Empire."

No matter species or creed, as long as they were Mandalorian. It was an extra offering on top of what the Mand'alor demanded.

 

[Klesta]

Location: Elom
Objective: Repel the Resurgent Empire's forces
Allies: [member="Electroheart"] [member="Elijah Henson"]
Enemies: [member="Corin Zanith"] [member="Joon"]
Post: 5/38

"The enemy is retreating" Daisy reported after shooting down the Mako.

"New targets are picked up at long range: two Acclamator-class ships: they appear to be splitting up, and firing from high orbit. They are after us, Yula"

"We must regroup behind one of the enemy Acclamators: I have an idea, provided, of course, that we can close in"

"What is it now, Yula?" the wing leader asked.

"If we destroy the repulsorlift generator on the tailfin, we can make it crash among the mountains"

In this sortie, Yula managed to score three kills thus far. But the remaining two fighters that chased them down into the mountains were swiftly recalled, alongside other fighters that engaged the resistance elsewhere. And, lo and behold, the enemy thought that they could bombard the mountains in an attempt to hunt them down in a snowstorm? They proceeded in a rather haphazard fashion but that was understandable due to the snowstorm brewing, which enhanced their screening unless they could somehow lock on to their magnetic signatures; even if the enemy did lock on to their magnetic signatures, the missiles could still be evaded with some fancy flying, especially since any BVR missile the enemy could fire was going to have wider turn radiuses than the aircraft. The enemy hoped that, while they think their targets are under cloak, they could flush out the rest of the formation, somewhere... so they have multiple options. When it became clear that the enemy has an idea of what's happening, and that they came close to shooting down a few of the fighters hiding among the snow drifts of the mountains, the rest of the group began to make their retreat towards the base. Hopefully the enemy would mistake the base for just some random cave, which were a dime a dozen in this region.

"All craft, pull back to the base!"

Then the surviving craft would return to base, hoping that the enemy orbital bombardment would not clog the entrance of the base before all craft could make it to safety. Several of these caves in this region were wide enough to allow two fighters to enter at the same time; since Yula, Daisy and Pixie were there to cover the retreat of the others, understandably, they are last to enter the cave base. And Yula is dead last: she sees the opening narrowing down as the avalanches began to wear down on the cave and closes in on her. She feels a little shaken, a little numb even.

"Yula? Yula, are you all right?"

"I'm a little dizzy, I think I would need to go rest for a bit, if at all possible" Yula answered, while yawning as well.

Attack craft:

Spoiler

47 Yutan stealth fighter-bombers

 

[Yidhra]

2
Location: Korriban > Academy
“BFFS”: [member="Vraukt"] | [member="The Slave"] | [member="Nick Imura"]
Future Corpses, Probably: [member="Seraya Whisperwind"]

Yidhra marched by Aril’s side with all the determination she could muster, and then some. It required terrible effort, even for such a short distance. Each subsequent step deepened her frown, each stride tugging her lips further into a scowl.

She lagged and flagged and stared daggers at her Force-forsaken leg. Eventually, she reached the Academy together with the Councilor, her aching knee be damned. You knew it was going to be a good day of poking through rubble when you got up on the wrong foot.

While the Sith Lord doled out orders like candy, the sorceress took the moment to consult with her notes. It was over the edge of her trusty datapad that she noticed the Pureblood lingering across the entrance hall. His features were home to that unpleasant mix of eagerness and uncertainty – like a teenage boy about to score for the first time.

Force only knew what kinds of horrors lingered between these walls, however. Embarrassment and awkward silence were nothing compared to the consequences that would await the impatient who ventured forth… prematurely.

“You,” she called out, tucking her datapad away again. “Do you have a task yet?”

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Location: Malachor V, en route to the Dark Lord
Objective: Submit to [member="Serenity Loveheart"] and face the enemy

Antherion gazed up at the nearest camera. If [member="Darth Abyss"] looked close enough, he could see a frown of irritation, the beautiful, soft-featured face darkened by palpably intense contempt. His hands curled against the armrests of his carrier, a faint scraping noise of manicured nails audible against metal.

He had been doomed from the start, by virtue of the Dark Lord's sudden appearance. He could think in hypotheticals, or he could plan for the now. And as of right now, he was in the palm of the Mindeater's hand. If the monster wished, he could have him brought to a ship, then fly the ship into the sun, or have his prone body dumped into some forsaken canyon, or bring him to a black site and tortured for the rest of his life, knowing he would never see the man who challenged him. In that case, it might be best to press forwards, however scarce hope may be, and attempt to escape.

But... in the end, that was not the way of Abyss. He had seen him fight with similar stakes against his Master, he had seen him stand by his principles before, he had seen the dancing in the Festival and the cheering of the crowds. This was not some utterly cold pragmatist in its entirety. This thing had an utterly alien set of ideals, but it would follow them to the end, for its own, twisted reasons.

It was impure. Above all else, he hated this. So it took only as long as the Darth had finished speaking for Antherion to give voice to his reply.

"Offer accepted."

If Abyss was watching, then, this would be what he would see: A single, slender hand, purposefully raised, the middle finger slowly pressed against the thumb, and the grimace shifting into a different expression. This one was resigned, cold, impassive, flat - it said nothing, yet behind it was transparent, uncontemplateable anger.

"Be seeing you."

He would snap, and the screens would go blank with static as the cameras exploded into showers of metal, glass, and sparks. His hand fell to his side, where he kept it limply. He was a slave to a thousand predetermined factors, in a galaxy filled with players who all saw him as nothing but a pawn, and moved him irrespective of his will.

He mouthed the last two lines of the Sith code and laughed, joyless.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Oh. So he wasn't just some Mandalorian. He was the Mand'alor. Cute.

Seraphina listened quietly to the demands of the man, terms required to ensure an alliance between Sith and Mandalorians. Or at the very least, this caste of Sith and Mandalorian. Force knew there were plenty of individual sects of both parties.True too were there more Jedi than just the Silvers, though they were by and far the largest conglomerate of Jedi still banded within the galaxy, next to the New Order within the Alliance. A smirk danced its' way across the Twi'lek's face, hearing the welcome of his people, knowing full well the detest Vrak held for humans, yet ironically welcoming them in the very same breath.

The term safe haven also amused the woman, given that nowhere was generally safe when one considered the very nature of Sith.

Not to mention word of this alliance would undoubtedly filter through channels to their soon to be enemies across the galaxy. What interested her the most however was how the other branches of Sith would react to this, what the First Order and their Knights of Ren would do, if anything. There was quite a bit of uncertainty to the outcome of this, and yet she stood to lose nothing, all the while gaining whatever benefits the fruits of this alliance bore between the empire and the Mandalorians.

[member="Vrak Nashar"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Isar]

Ziost​

​

A whisper eked out from the frozen earth, a tendril of thought that brushed across [member="Cady"]'s mind.

This is mine.

Shapes emerged on the outskirts of the citadel. Shapes that limped and crawled. Some without legs. Some without arms.

They came in from the snow and began to wander into the citadel itself. Screams of mercenaries split the air, heralding the arrival of the Host of Ziost.

I am here.

 

[Darth Athora]

Location: Sith Citadel - Ziost
Objective: Investigate
Post: II

Cadyssia suddenly stopped in her tracks. Her hands found their way around the hilts of her lightsabers before she pulled them from beneath her robes. A voice crept into her mind. It seeped it's way into her, causing her to halt her movement. Then, shadows in Cadyssa's peripherals began to form. She scanned her surroundings to see the walking corpses of fallen soldiers coming towards her. But, they were not there for her. They made their way into the Citadel. She was immensely curious about what was happening before her. She had only heard stories of the art of necromancy but never has seen it first hand.

"Interesting." she said to herself quietly. Once Cadyssia began to hear the screams, she continued walking into the Citadel, eager to join in on the fun.

[member="Warok the Defiler"]