Wearing:
90 Suit
Armed with: Wind and Fire Wheels (Blue Bladed Split-Saber)
Directorate Assassins had been dispatched well in advance of the initial invasion. There was a Light Side Presence that was often frequent on Atrisia after the initial banishment of
Mythos
. The very presence of The SJO readily aiding this world was testament to that.
Squads had been dispatched to kill particularly powerful Jedi based on their visiting patterns or stationing.
It was testament to the threat Syd Celsius posed that she didn't just get one squad, but
007 of them.
The 007 squads had even chosen their equipment carefully. Cryo weapons, slug throwers, particle blasters. Force Dead operatives, thermal resistance shielding and even more thermally resistant armor that covered them head to toe, and sonics. If they could have, and if he had existed in this universe, they would have even brought John Wick. (He killed, like three dudes with a fething pencil!)
But they didn't have John Wick. No matter how prepped they were, Syd had survived many, many ambushes like this. At best, all of them were mid tier bosses in their own right.
Syd, however, was a pro.
Pros
, true pros, crush mid tiers.
Syd had been observed frequently coming to and from this planet, looking for something. She had been found frequenting an old tomb site uncovered in the heart of the city, but when actually staying on Atrisia favored an old, abandoned museum close by.
They had converged on the target once the thermal signature had been detected, people shadowing her for days, for they knew a lone attempt would fail.
Minutes before ships had appeared over the skies they had struck, three teams bursting from three seperate directions, with two back up teams above and below into the room where her intense thermal signature was only to find a mess of flares stuck together with a trigger mechanism.
"What the...she made us?!" one of the soldiers exclaimed. "Impossible!"
"Not impossible..." one of the female soldiers, a grenadier in the back called in a voice they didn't recognize, holding up a particle blaster...
The soldiers in one of the three Squads sent in to ambush Syd turned too late as their comrade opened fire at point blank range wit a pistol in one hand, and a grenade launcher filled with cryo rounds in the other. The blasts exploded or froze many soldiers on impact, and by the time any one was of a mind to fire, the armor had already burned off a figure wreathed in flame, two dark blue blades sprouting from a silvery hilt in its hands as it sprinted to the closest victim, ripping apart the soldier with ease. Two blocked with phrik vambraces, which Syd was careful to avoid, before ripping through the joints and then decapitating them with flawlessly precise spins as she darted between cracked display cases, avoiding return fire from the the initial survivors.
She had been in this business long enough to know when she was being tailed. It had been a simple matter to disguise herself by reshaping her psychic shell into a different appearance. Finding one of the operative safe houses after days of scoping them out herself had led her to the grenadier, whom she had promptly kilked one hour before the strike against her, assuming her appearance, linking up with the other squads on hand. Syd favored proactive defenses. She had learned much since her freedom in this time. Sometimes, subtle ways were best.
But now...
(BFG Division by Mick Gordon plays)
Syd sprayed the floor with flames from her mouth, making them spread, raising the ambient temperature. It didn't matter if they were in heat resistant armor. She could make it so swelteringly hot that even with the best cooling systems, they would eventually become overtaxed.
Her psychic shell rippled as the flames around her body ceased, restoring her original appearance, clad in a blue and gold skintight suit of chrome, conjuring bursts of fire from her hand so focused they almost resembled lightning as she moved through flames, directing the ocean of fire the floor was to swell upward.
She could see through fire perfectly. It was her element. The heavy swell of flames was likely overloading their thermal sensors.
She felt the top team crash in from above, this time in even more thermally resistant wear, long jets of cryo spray erupted from their weapons as they repelled down, but the flames were so incredibly hot that the spray turned to steam as Syd slashed through soldiers, sabers seperating in two and ramming through face plate, flames seeping into and targeting joints in their armor, letting the fire spread through the whole area and below to halt the other team advancing up trying to overwhelm her as she rejoined her blades the spins of her staff shredding their weaponry, using telekinesis to ram shrapnel into their guts the whole area seeningly made of fire and the people burning in it. All save for one.
Syd burst out of the display room, breathing fire that had gone white hot, her whole shell shuddering as it increased the temperature of the flames. Many died in seconds as she decended the burning staircase while floating above its steps.
She at last sensed the Dark Side on a more personal level as she reached the bottom of a building now half engulfed in flame.
They stood, unharmed. Their armor was of glossy obsidian, styled after the armor of the ancient yovshin with clear marks of being some type of powered exoskeleton. Their kabuto and menpo were matching: each possessed long, curling horns like a ram, located close to the forehead, their masks resembling laughing demons.
Three pretend demons stared at an actual one.
"We have dismissed the surviving assassins as we saw any further attempts on their part as futile." The three all said at the same time.
"Soldiers? You send mere
soldiers? For me?!" Syd asked, incredulous. "You are
cowards unworthy of your armor."
"So this is the legendary Flame Geist. You're every bit as deadly as they claim. We were skeptical, but upon studying you, we know your weaknesses..." The three Sith said in unison. "One does not fight without knowing one's enemy."
Syd felt the descent of the ships led by
Mythos
over the capital.
"What the feth is it with the Sith and Atrisia?" Syd snapped in disbelief.
"We ourselves are fond of the Sushi. Mythos probably likes the clothing. But we're in it for the Sushi. Also, sacrificing your soul to the Dark Side." They replied, their tones a soft, almost feminine but enthusiastic chime that seemed out of place given the deadly situation.
Syd spun her dark blue staff lightsaber in challenge.
"I have good news. They serve sushi in hell, and I'll be sending you there shortly." Syd assured them in a deadpan tone.
The three sith drew long, red Darksabers from black hilts.
They attacked with a practiced ferocity, a honed viciousness from working in unison, and Syd realized she had dismissed these three too quickly. They were all well trained in the Djem So style, each preventing her from truly resting on her laurels as she defended against highly fast attacks, barely managing to parry their assaults as she was driven backward and deeper into the burning, decrepit museum foyer.
Syd flew upward once she had the height for it, and was out of their reach temporarily. The power armored Sith disproved that assertion when they fired heat seeking cryo equipped rockets that Syd was forced to fly away from at high speed, destroying them with fire blasts from her mouth, landing on a burning floor that raged as the three Sith approached.
She split her stafe in two as they advanced, blades all crashing down at once, their faces reflected in her body armor as she slipped into her form two, dodging, parrying, counter attacking as ruthlessly as they did, the fires of the building feeding ger as they danced around the floor, Syd using her flight ability to execute unnatural, spins and parries that whipped her whole body about the room to evade and attack. But her blades barely scorched the power armor they wore. But as relentlessly as she herself counterattacked they defended just as expertly.
Syd back flipped out of a slicing attempt, her shell rippling as they attempted to crush it with the Force. But the gold suit protected her. However, it was an indicator of just how strong the Sith themselves were, even as the fires all around and the suit itself fed and rapired the shell, the crush attempts were still strong enough to cause seconds long ruptures that quickly sealed themselves. Syd was about to advance when she cried out as a vibrosword from behind pierced her, and she twisted around to see that the Sith had lied about dismissing the remaining Directorate Assassins.
Everyone attacked her at once. The Sith, the Assassins. Syd drew on every scrap of knowledge about the Force to survive, letting her instincts guide her blades as she used her flight to spin, dodge dive parry, thrust, chop, slice, bludgeon, punching through faceplates with burning fists and kicking with burning legs, upping the temperature as much as possible as she turned everything around her into an outright inferno as she fought, the last of the Directorate Assassins dying in burning agony, leaving only the Sith in the Power Armor standing.
Syd floated above them, arms folded, lightsabers orbiting around her.
"I forgot to mention..." Syd trailed coldly. "The Sushi in hell? It's
expired."
The Sith did nothing except to guard with their blades. She had been analyzing how they moved due to the armor and understood where to attack now.
As one sprang forward the others close by, Syd executed swift, narrow spins of her blades at the ankles as she waited until the last second for them to shift their weight forward in a certain way so they could not pull back in time.
The strikes pierced the vulnerable joint mechanisms on the ankles, parrying each of their blades as she executed the same move with each.
The fires flooded in greedily through them, and the three Sith screamed as their psychic link shattered, cooking alive in their own armor.
Syd watched as they fell dead.
"At least you'll have a nice recipe for meatloaf when you get to Chaos." Syd muttered, flying out of the burning building, getting something almost akin to giddyness when she saw
just how many Sith there were to kill.
The burst of power from Mythos however, made Syd yell as her shell warped badly from the intense Dark Side exposure. It reset soon after, as the Suit had taken the worst of it.
Syd decided it would be best to try cutting the head off of the snake.
However, she took a short stroll through an enemy convoy, a long convoy filled with troop vehicles of Sith troops.
Syd landed in the midst of them and immediately set the area on fire, violently cutting through troops escorting the vehicles, flooding their fuel sources with flame and detonating them, even as she felt the soft trickle of snow.
The blasterbolts came as she moved through the flames, engaging stormtroopers and imperial marines, deflecting shots into enemies, easily roasting many alive, their equipment not nearly so well suited to resisting heat and flames. Especially the flames.
Syd ripped through anyone that engaged her. She tore as well, but it was not done.
Flames stretched out ahead of her, flooding into the openings of every military vehicle, turning them into burning coffins full of people or grenades as she rampaged, the streets ablaze with Sith corpses and material in her wake. A spin of her blades would decapitate or dismember, and a breath of fire would roast whoever was in its path.
Syd killed and killed and killed, slashing and stabbing, vomiting flame at close range, her sabers never ceased moving as she sweapt the massive fires through the convoy, conjuring fire tornados that caught multiple responding soldiers. Her frenzied initial pace soon became a calm stride as she waded through flames in the street, her suit reflecting burned corpses as she got ever closer to the site of devastation. Of people turned to ash.
Syd felt an anger in her she had not even felt for the Man in White. She quenched it, not wanting to feed the dead Darth Phyre within her.
Syd floated upward, snow steaming as it hit her body and flew towards Mythos location, watching him battle
Arashi Hagane
. The boy had impressively scored some wounds, but Syd would not leave Atrisia's fate solely to his bravery and skill, however magnificent it was to injure such an obviously powerful Sith.
Syd landed not far from Mythos.
"SITH LORD!" Syd roared. "PREPARE TO BE IMMOLATED! LIKE
ALL FALSE KINGS!"
Syd began walking toward him with a scowl on her face, the fires in the city streets caused by her stretching high as they continued to hamper his military, killing some even now. She was soon in range, vomiting white hot streams of fire from her mouth to try and hit his exposed, bloody face, hoping to cook it and give the other some breathing room.
Junko Ike
