An Army of Clay, Flesh and Bone

[Azrakiel]

@[member="Darth Isolda"]

Whilst the others engaged what had been deemed to be the current 'threat', he simply remained immersed in the Darkness as per his orders; she had told him to speak no words, to commit no action, and to not give the game away until she deemed it necessary for him to do so If a threat appears I am to strike it down without forethought and mercy... If he hadn't been instructed to remain silent he would have scoffed Mercy has never been in my repertoire but no matter... Orders are orders. With the Dark-side caressing and obfuscating his frame like an errant lover, he was confident that he would remain hidden from the natural and unnatural eye.

This would be his first true test since encountering those he had sworn his allegiance to First I must prove myself and then perhaps I will be fortunate enough to be assigned a true master in the process. Using slow and deliberate movements as he constantly surveyed their surroundings, he made note of potential ambush sites and escape routes; one always had to be careful when baiting a Kath Hound in it's den, or when baiting a trap for Mandalorians...

 

[Marcus Faust]

"Marcus?" No. "Marcus say something!" No, no, no. She was in his head, she was going to get him killed. @[member="Ember Rekali"]'s blows were forcing him back, overpowering him. Vindica needed to think, but she wouldn't let him, frantic he staggered back and unleashed a torrent of electricity at Rekali once more. Why was she in his head, what had caused this. "Marcus?" Shut up. Shutupshutupshutup. But the ghost wouldn't listen, whatever its goal was, it had its sights set on his death. This wasn't hi-Marcus' Maria, this was different. At least he hoped so.

 

[Darth Isolda]

@[member="Azrakiel"]

Since the Jedi had not seen fit to respond to her, Darth Isolda gave fit to stop her meditation and pursue the goal. The Darth's at her side and beyond were doing their best to ensure she did her part.

The Army.

So with that in mind, the Eye of the Dark Lord turned to the Jedi, and in a shift of power, a mentalist spell of illusion to make herself invisible from sight. Isolda made a motion to Azrakiel, to move North. Her last survey of the starmap had given her a clue to where they needed to head off to. Just beyond the cliff, into the valley below, would be their destination.

 

[Azrakiel]

@Darth Isolda

Still enshrouded within the cold embrace of Darkside energy, even his footsteps were muffled from those who were not privy to his presence, as the hilt of his saber snapped into his hand; it seemed that patience was not only the providence of the Jedi after-all, it was merely a different point of view which propelled both sects. Standing at Isolda's right, he let her lead the way as was only right as he constantly surveyed their surroundings "Ware the right side, it's bottleneck would prove an ample ambush site." Spoken in his tell tale soft voice, one would scarcely believe that his first professional kill occurred at age ten Potential traps, potential choke points... This place is a killzone that has to be handled carefully. Not one to point out the obvious to a superior, he simple kept his gaze settled upon both the path and the horizon.

Carrying down the path presented by Isolda, an arm extended across her path "Please watch yourself Lady..." Stepping forward cautiously, a foot was gingerly pressed down upon a discolored portion of the route as it immediately began to crumble, revealing the pit below "Apologies for acting out of turn..." Offering nothing by means of explanation as to how or why he had spotted the pitfall, he simply continued on in silence...

 

[Placeholder 0143]

Norge was completely uninvolved with the events transpiring in this location that he had never been to. He sat in his golden apartment on Bothuwai, eating Feeze-nips while Blarg Wars played ambient in the background. He paused, sensing a disturbance the the Horse. The Horse, in fact, was his bowels.


The director went to go relieve himself, thinking in the back of his mind how the Sith were just rip-offs of his Clith. No one ever understood the Clith, no matter how many times Norge tried to explain it. Ah, well, the Clith would probably beat the Gandaloriads anyway. They had red laser-sticks, after all!

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Darth Vornskr"]

Ordo had no fears for himself, thay much was true, but unlike a Jedi or Sith he had family and that was his un-doing in this case. His hard exterior had a soft spot for his people and his families. For years he had dedicated his life to others and now that desire ro protect, to save was used against him.

His blade continued the stalwart attack at first fighting through the brief images. He knew it was a trick. It wasn't the first rimw he had a sith in his head but knowledge wasn't enough in this case.

A flash of light and he saw his wife before him while a city lay in ruins. Her lightsaber was out and ignited.

'How could you do this, Jasper?.' She said, 'the republic were your allies!'

'Things changed Rianna.' He replied, 'I had a duty to do.'

'What about me? Would you kill me too?' She said her voice assuming that cool calm tone she did so well.

'Never!' He said 'I would never hurt you. It's not too late we can leave together and leave this war behind us. It doesn't have to go farther.'

She extinguished her blade and took a step forward. With out stretched hands he went to her. His heart full of gladness as she neared his open arms.

Suddenly the her eyes went wide and a choked gasp left her full lips. Ordo looked down to see a beskad coming out of her chest. The Mando behind her yanked the blade free and moved on fighting eepublic troops. Rianna collapsed forward and into his arms. His heart felt like it had been torn out as he stared into his wife's horrified face. He ripped offf his helmet as the tears streaked down his scar riddled face.

'No...' he said as her eyes lost thier light of life. 'No, no. Please. Please don't leave me.'

He begged her as the sith's amusement was felt more than heard.

Ordo could have razed a city. He could have faught an army. He could have watched worlds burn, but his deepest fears were for his family and the wars that would come. The sith may have expected as much but maybe not how effective it would be. Ordo stumbled backwards swinging wildly as first sadness and then rage filled his every fiber. If he acted now he was primed for a dive into the dark recesses of the force. If he recovered in time, he would do his utmost to remove the sith's head bit that was still an if.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Vornskr deactivated his lightsaber as the conjured horrors took hold in Ordo's mind, bringing forth his worst fears to life with devious effectiveness. He wasn't at all surprised it was family that was his downfall, it was the same run-around with Tracyn Ordo. These Mandalorian fools and their Jedi wives, when will they learn their two cultures do not mix? Oh well, the better to cause chaos and disharmony within both of their ranks. "I'm going to find her, Mandalorian. I'm going to find her, defile her, and murder her. Then I will send you her head back in a box, if you survive to live another day that is." Focusing power in both of his hands, he unleashed a dual stream of full-power Sith Lightning directly at Ordo, who would still be under the effects of Vornskr's mental trickery. He was getting tired of these 'honorable' warriors meddling in his affairs, and it was time to make an example of them once and for all.

@[member="Ordo"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Darth Vindica"]

Though Ember didn't have a fething clue what was going on in Vindica's skull, it didn't take a genius to see that the Sith Master didn't have his head in the game. Precisely, professionally, without relent, Ember pressed his advantage. He caught the lightning, set his stance -- his feet dug into the ground with the force of the impact.

But he kept walking, step by powerful step, boots thudding into the earth, lightning slamming against the lightsabre he held across his body.

 

[Darth Naomi]

An appreciation of a Darth did not go unnoticed by Tiiona, but she simply could not think of anything proper to respond after being thanked for saving someone superior. Looking outside she'd see a blaze, the camp was mostly gone, extensive ranges still aflame. The last Mandalorian corvette was gone too, only pieces scattered apart, probably somebody was too late to close the hatch, let the fires inside and explosions tore the ship to pieces, she couldn't really know, all would be just guessing at this point. She did notice some more powerful of the Sith managed to survive in protective force bubbles, a trick the Miraluka was all but unfamiliar with. A few Mandalorians managed to survive the fray as well, I seemed, but the fighting had nearly died out, only a few clashes here and there. The few Mandalorians that she and her fellow Sith were fighting probably perished in the heat and not really feeling like searching for their remains or looking for another fight she turned around and started working on fixing the ship, firstly getting the engines to start again. As far as she could see there was no substantial damages, probably some burned out circuitry that she could bypass and restore functionality.

@[member="Darth Veles"] @[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Mac O Shenanigans"] @[member="Isabet Kote"]

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Darth Vornskr"]

Images of the Sith engaged in countless acts of brutality against his wife and daughters began to pour through his mind. Bile rose in his throat and hate exploded to fill his every fiber.

The images continued to fill his mind but one finally stood out amongst the heart rending onslaught. His cousin Tracyn imapled on his own beskad (if this is not ok to know yet just tell me). It was the last straw and Ordo's mind retreated. The state of mind known as Ramikade'yc took over. His eyes focused and he stepped forward.

It was too late however, and, the numerous bolts of chain lightning that flew from the Sith stabbed at Ordo with explosive force and deadly accuracy. Ordo's blade moved to catch the lightning and did catch many forks but not all. The images and horrors danced in the back of his mind while the primal animalistic part of him fought for survival. The forks of lightning that he had not stopped danced over his armor. The pain was excruciating as Ordo stepped forward with one heavy foot. His teeth ground behind his visor and his body began to smoke.

"AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!" He screamed as he took another step toward the Sith and dropped to one knee. His hand slowly struggled toward a grenade as he fought the lightning and the horrors. His own body and mind became his enemies as his single minded determination forced him to continue to resist. He couldn't reach it. His body began to spasm as and he blinked his flamthrower active as he fell to his back and the full force of the lightning filled him. His saber turned off as smoke began spilling from his armor and the flames of his flame thrower flew unaimed and wild with the spasms of his huge body.

 

[Marcus Faust]

Just like that, she stopped, at least in the usual form. Who dared harm her brother? Maria would not tolerate this. Vindica surged forward and rolled right and swung back at Ember's leg and followed up with a force push. The movement was odd to him, control wasn't his, he was just watching. And he was impressed, but this was his body. Rolling back he stood tall and spun the saber without effort and narrowed his eyes, one a angry, dark side corrupted red, the other a sapphire color, one far to innocent to belong to him.

@[member="Ember Rekali"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Vornskr continued to pour lightning into Ordo for a few seconds longer, but once it was clear the Mandalorian was no longer a threat he ceased his onslaught. He turned away from the fallen warrior and stomped across the charred ground and surveyed what remained of the battlefield, noticing that the Prophet had departed for the Army while him and the others stayed behind to keep the Mandalorians at bay. Where could he lend himself to aid his brothers and sisters? His gaze swung back and forth from One Sith to One Sith until they finally settled on Darth Nephthys, who had taken quite a beating in terms of exertion from defending against the napalm strike. While he himself was weaker from his fight, he wasn't about to let one of his Sith-Sisters be cut down like some cur by these dogs. He bounded towards her and slid up to kneel before her, his hand firmly grasping her shoulder as he willingly transferred a portion of his energy into her. "Rise, sister. The fight is not yet over." While this move weakened Vornskr by a degree, it was the best he could do for his Sith-Sister.

@[member="Ordo"] @[member="Darth Nephthys"]

 

[Darth Isolda]

@Azrakiel

Isolda took a step back as the ground went crumbling at her feet. There was no offense to be taken, for all the Darth's and One Sith saw each other as equals once they've been knighted, and this apprentice's concern was for Isolda's well being.

A nod went towards Azrakiel, as they arrived at the cliff face. A gust of wind blew her hair into the air, her figure appearing anew. Her black eyes went skimming across the landscape, only to nod towards a small trail to the left.

"̷Th͜ere.͡"̨ ͡ she uttered in a husky voice, leading Azrakiel as they avoided the pit and then began descending into the chasm below.

 

[Darth Veles]

Taking a deep breath, Avreet glanced around as he inhaled the smell of ashes and burnt flesh. Strangely, the place suddenly felt peaceful with no combatants attacking him, despite the death and pain looming in the air. The Dark Side was strong there, lending the ones able to connect to it more power. Closing his large amber eyes for a moment, Avreet basked in the mysterious energy, draining the Force from his surroundings and feeling it coursing through his body and restoring the energy lost in the fighting. The Dark Side filled him with raw power, waiting to be released. His eyes opened and gazed up, upon the darkened sky. Something was telling him it was not over yet. As his fellow Sith went to work on her ship, the Mon Calamari followed. Covering her while she attempted to repair it would be the least he could do. Standing near the ship, he would also be protected from most attacks for a while if he properly used it as cover. If things went sour, he could get inside the ship and fire at their enemies with the ship's weapons.

@[member="Isabet Kote"] @[member="Tiiona"] @[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Azrakiel]

Following Isolda’s lead, he refrained from speaking as was his wont; he had always been a man of few words and even now it seemed that any feelings of wonder or concern he had were quickly stifled by his sense of professionalism One simply doesn’t walk into an ancient Sith Stronghold with nary a scratch… Allowing his curved saber hilt to drop effortlessly into his hand, he didn't bother igniting it just yet; it would easily betray his position despite the Force Cloak he was even now maintaining Traps first most likely or perhaps some sort of automaton… We will see what we shall see. Keeping a stern eye upon their surroundings, he had to wonder how the others were faring against the Mandalorians...

@[member="Darth Isolda"]

 

[Vehanv Kiva]

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Beyond the traps, and beyond the shadows she waited. As she had done for centuries now.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The end of the chasm was moist and dark, and echoed every step the Sith took. The holocron had lead them to a room that was set up akin to dominos, with rows and rows of frozen corpses resting in a deep, sedative sleep.

Suspended in time and gravity, a dark creature waited. Her timer had malfunctioned at the time of being placed into the carbonate coffin. Hundreds of years had ticked by, unbeknownst to her, and now she was finally beginning to thaw. Unlike the rest of the members at the end of the chasm, she was not stored away in carbonate. Instead, a stasis oubliette had kept her alive for years now; and the same condition as when she had entered and unaffected by the perils of time.

The time-coffin was beneath the red glow and the erected statue at the end of the chamber, in clear view of those who managed to enter the chamber.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

@[member="Darth Isolda"] | @Azrakiel

 

[Darth Isolda]

@[member="Vehanv Kiva"] @[member="Azrakiel"]

With the holocron in hand, the Darth lead the small group of One Sith in the last final direction, stars aligning to reveal that deep within the chasm, their object lay. The sound of water would echo as they went deeper into the chasm, until a large mouth of a cavern stood before them.

Isolda gave a pause, bringing the holocron up to double check coordinates. Yes. It was here.

A small smirk drew across her crimson lips, smug reality. "Come," said Isolda, as visions of a woman went dancing behind her eyes. A face that had bloomed within the mind of the Oracle. It was not just the army they were after. No. It was something else --- someone else.

She would finally have a tangible idea on who this ghostly shadow was.

So it was with this that Isolda led Azrakiel into the cavern, a thought crossing to the One Sith apprentice to light his saber so as to provide light. With every step they took, they drew closer to the large stone entrance that would lead them to the chamber where the Sith Carbonite army lay... along with the stasis oubliette.

It was not long, however, when a deep growl in the shadows came rumbling, twin crimson eyes zooming in on the pair. Hostile creatures had made this chasm their home, and they would have to fight and avoid any traps to get to their goal.

Only that this creature would be a force repelling beast of a Terentektak.

 

[sabrina]

Sabrina came started to come round, she was knocked out during the initial stages, of the mandalorian assault. Last thing she remembered was, her fellow apprentice dakka, being shot dead by a mandalorian @[member="CC-117 Canal"] with a shot gun, after that it all went blank. His death upset her, he was her first friend in this camp. She only joined just over two months ago, after finishing her initial trials on tatooine, with @[member="Darth Malificete"]. She felt home with these people, for first time in eight years, since the slave revolt that freed her.
As she started to come to properly, she tried to stand up, as she did she hit her head, on some metal. She could not work out how got their, but she could smell an acrid smell coming from on top of it. She did not know what is was, but smell made her nauseous, and seeing her friends body head mostly missing, and burnt by what ever it was, on top lump of metal, did not help her gut`s. She pulled part of her hood, over her mouth and nose, to try keep the smell from entering her system.
She looked around, to try and get her bearings, she could see the dead every where. Though not to far away, she saw main thrust of battle. She had reach them and help her new family, and avenge dakka, against these fething kath hounds. She took her lightsaber in her right hand, and looked around the battle field, for where she could strike. This was her first battle, and she was not just nervous, she was chit scared.

@Darth Praelior @Darth Veles @Strider Garon @Mac O Shenaniganshttp://starwarsrp.net/user/3787-mac-o-shenanigans/ @Isabet Kote @Darth Vornskr @Ordo @Darth Shara @Darth Nephthys @Preliat Mantis @CC-117 Canal @Arrbi Betna @Ember Rekali @Darth Isolda @Darth Vindica @Alexandra Cinthra @Azrakiel

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Darth Vindica"]'s roll telegraphed the ensuing strike pretty well, and Ember let the Sith Lord's blade crash against his defense harmlessly. The Force push, however, sent him flying.

He hit the ground and skidded, rolling up to his feet. His boots chewed up the dusty earth, and he rose to his full height.

And closed his eyes.

A faint radiance grew around him, especially around his hand. Force Light was a skill he'd acquired several years before, as a Jedi Master, after long research. Force Light couldn't annihilate everything of the Dark Side; no Force-based ability offered such ridiculous advantages, even to the most powerful Masters. Situationally, however, it could be useful. He did not, as yet fully craft the ray; that process was still in the works.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

@[member="Darth Shara"]

Oh frak things had been moving fast and right now as Balaya finally came near to the others she could feel things had changed. Napalm had been dropped fights breaking out and she moved focusing on the force within her body to release it after it was built up. Her rage leaking until the dark'chyld spoke to her and was commenting. "You know for one in such strong armor you didn't really get into the fight." "Oh shut you you and get ready, perhaps turn that tongue of yours to breaking one of these beings." The large zeltron moved while the snap hiss of the saber came to life with a sickly rainbow hue. She had seen the one sith master get attacked and was moving in to aid Shara. "Lord Shara."