Nathan Bloodscrawl
House Bloodscrawl Patriarch
Onrai
was taking the bait. Greedily gobbling up the Force Energy he threw at her, not realizing the fatal mistake she was making...A nearly fourteen year old Nathan Bloodscrawl observed his father in the training chamber, who he would end up looking almost exactly like when he grew up, save for some noticable grey on the sides. Nathan was on the other side of protective, Force Imbued Glass.
Father had been out hunting. He had procured a Sith, bound in Force Imbued Chains, pale and gaunt.
"This is a very special sort of Sith, my Son." Angus Bloodscrawl announced.
"How, Father?" Nathan asked, realizing that in truth, this was the first time he had actually ever seen a Sith up close. He felt a rotting aura that invisibly defiled the very air around it. It was unlike anything he had experienced before. The stone chamber, lit only with torches, cast odd, flickering shadows across his face, mad with ancient hatreds behind eyes of boiling sulphur.
"He is a Blasphemer who knows The Anti-Force. Without those chains, he would be able to use it."
"What's the Anti-Force, Father?" Nathan asked.
"Something not from our universe. Worse than The Dark Side. It simply devours Force Energy. Particularly degenerate Sith, such as himself, revel in using it to eat the energy thrown at them as fuel and sustenance..." Angus answered, circling the imprisoned Sith.
"This heretic dared to presume that this ability of his made him unbeatable. Without the proper training, he was only half right...so I sneaked up on him while he was eating and hit him with a club." Angus explained. "He was not amused..."
"Kill me, Jedi, I will not yield to your petty words!" The imprisoned Sith snapped woozily.
"Patience, patience, Sith Lord, you will die." Angus assured his prisoner. "But not before I have used you as a proper instruction tool."
With a snap of his fingers, the Force Imbued chains lost their power to hold him. The Sith's lightsaber was out instantly, flashing red.
"Now you die, you IMPUDENT WORM!" the Sith snapped, flinging lightning at Angus, who teleported just to the side of the lightning attack.
A white Aura formed around Angus, white tendrils sneaking out from it, making the Sith sneer as he relied on the Anti-Force to absorb the "attack".
"I have learned something more terrible than the Dark Side!" The Sith hissed, hurling a ball of lightning from the absorbed energy back at Angus, who caught and absorbed it with the Force."
"Look at what the Sith must resort to to match even a fraction of the Light's power..." Angus said to Nathan. "Do not be intimidated--"
The Sith rushed Angus with a deadly flurry of Ataru strikes, fed by the energy Angus had fed him. Angus deftly evaded all the strikes with elegant spins and and acrobatics.
"The Sith cares only for power. For the taking of it. The display of it..." Angus said to Nathan, releasing more white tendrils into the Sith, who cackled as his connection to the Anti-Force devoured the energy Angus fed him repeatedly, is Force attacks becoming stronger and Stronger, yet Angus did not yield.
"This Sith is so craven that he will not even call on the cancer native to this universe. He must call on a cancer from outside of it." Angus said, forming a Force Barrier to block the enhanced barrages of red lightning the Sith hurled at him.
"So greedy and gluttonous that he doesn't even realized I poisoned what he has absorbed." Angus observed as the Sith began screaming in horror and agony, as something began to affect his connection to the Anti-Force.
The Sith began to choke, his display of lightning growing weaker.
"The Anti-Force is compatible with certain energy. And it is not with others. The light can allow one to 'poison' their energy to those who would dare derive their strength from this form of blasphemy." Angus said.
"Some are stronger at using it. They may not even notice anything wrong at first. But eventually, the more energy they expend......and the more you attack with this technique, the greater the chance it will successfully spread throughout their very ties to it..."
The Sith was shaking, frothing at the mouth with pain. Angus approached.
"It takes years of constant practice. Not many Sith resort to the Anti-Force. Results may vary. They may end up completely crippled like this one...or it may resemble a spreading sickness, like the sudden onset of flu or cold like symptoms, weakening their connection, potentially, over time..." Angus explained as a pair of IG MagnaGuards entered the chamber to drag him off to where the blaster fire would not be heard. It would be quick. Painless. The alternative was giving him to the Authorities of Ession, who would burn him at the stake. The family had grown a hoard of Pyromaniacs, but that had been more an accident of coding when it came to that incident. That, and some dumb bastard had accidentally gotten the contents of a grape jelly donut into the server farm controlling the process. The accidents hadn't been discovered until months later. The coding first, the Grape Jelly stupidity second.
"A proper Jedi relies on the Force, even if an enemy has the means to momentarily subvert it. For their means of subversion are never truly stronger than the light..." Angus explained to his son. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, Father." Nathan replied back dutifully in a stoic manner...
Angus nodded in approval. "Come down here then. The danger has passed. You must practice."
Nathan snarled as
Onrai
let off a powerful electrical attack. The Lance of Ession blocked the powerful, dark side infused lightning, though his fingers and hands burned in agony as the price of keeping him alive. Nathan did not cry out, instead focusing on drawing the lighting she attacked the clones with...some of it, at least, towards himself also. The Droid Marine that had done the Happy Dance at destroying its first Dark Trooper had loaded another missile, this one carrying an enhanced payload for the operation. One Clone had been killed already by Onrai's lightning, and the other Clones had barely evaded it, shooting precision shots at Dark Trooper eyes rather than waste time trying to go through that thick armor the enemy droids had. The Droid marine fired, and an entire passage worth of Dark Troopers were buried in the ensuing collapse."Where the hell is that red head the Boss came with?" The Clone Ranger snapped at his still alive commanding officer, managing to completely shatter the head of a Dark Trooper with repeated Sniper Fire.
Nathan acted quickly as the Manifestation of Onrai made lightning convulse out of the temple parameter, drawing as much of that energy into himself as he dared, he broke it down and pulsed it beneath his feet, spreading white cracks of light that exploded fragments of the floor in large chunks at dangerously high speed at Onrai, like a few frag mines were going off...
He lanced the ancient technique of light side poisoning at her connection to the Anti-Force, trying to test at it, knowing she would be overconfident and absorb it again...but it would clearly take time. Onrai was skilled, dangerous, and extremely powerful...
But Nathan was a Bloodscrawl.
And though his family and their triumphs were completely erased and forgotten, Bloodscrawls looooooovvvved getting their hands on Sith.
Nathan was close, deflecting shots from Trooper fire, and began to use his Soresu training to deflect the shots at her as he approached...
Meanwhile...
"SOME SITH ARE BORN WITH BLED KYBERS IN HAAAAANNNNDDD...ONLY OUT TO HELP THEMSEEEEEELLLLLVES..." The Clone Siege Troopers sang as they marched through the chaos of the battlefield, rotary cannons shredding into enemy personnel. The fighting was still vicious. The Enemy was sending all they had. Siege Troopers armed with bulky CR-1 Blaster cannons firing shotgun like sprays that converted grown men to chunky salsa bits in groups at cornered Sith Knights, Sixty-Sixing them in violent fashion.
"BUT WHEN THE JEDI KNOOOOOOCKS ON THE DOOR, ALL THEIR TEMPLE LOOKS LIKE A RUUUUUMMMMMMAGE SALE---"
"This should not work as well as it does..." A Siege Trooper name ST-888 admitted as he stared at the smoking remains of a completely blasted apart Sith Lord in the grass.
"I know...weird, huh? I thought all those stories about just surrounding Force Users with Fett Clones and shooting them was just imperial propaganda. That it couldn't possibly be that simple..." The Siege Trooper next to him, ST-0098 said, staring at the smouldering corpse.
"But it is...it fethin' is..." Nine-Eight continued to say in amazement. "It's like whenever there's more than one Fett Clone, their lightsaber defense drops by a solid eight..."
"That's nonsense. This isn't an RPG!" Eight-Eight protested.
Nine-Eight gestured to the piles of blasted up Sith Lords the Siege Troopers were piling into stacks to make emergency sandbags out of, Leonidas Style, as artillery fire rained down around them.
"See all those dudes with the shot up fancy black robes getting turned into war furniture? Sixty-Sixed, all of 'em..." he pointed out. "Are you sure our reality doesn't run on RPG rules?"
"You been reading too much again...all that philosophy babble's gonna rot your brain someday, Nine-Eight..." Eight-Eight admonished. "That's just the result of efficient workmanship. Not some silly law of the universe that says the more Fett Clones are present, the less effective a lightsaber is."
"But how come everyone who isn't a Fett Clone who tries pulling that dies?" Nine-Eight questioned.
"Because it has nothing at all to do with being a Fett Clone, and everything to do with being hardcore AF."
"But we were cloned from someone who was hardcore AF. Doesn't that mean WE, by default, are also hardcore AF?" Nine-Eight questioned.
"Only if we get the requisite Kamino Grade training from birth." Eight-Eight insisted as tanks fired at enemy forces, lancing beams of Clone War weapons shredding into enemy lines even as they were bombed themselves.
One thing the Dark Empire, Mandalorians, and Sith fighting there noticed was that the Clones seemed to possess no fear. It didn't matter how severe the opposition was. You often had to kill the Clone to gain ground, because otherwise, if they didn't get hit, they kept firing. And they were finding it took a distressing amount of violence to make them even retreat momentarily.
Nowhere was this better demonstrated than when the lightning shot out of the temple into the sky, wiping out the first and second row of tanks and killing multiple squads of Clone Siege Troopers...but the assault, rather, than fall into disarray, seemed to intensify, with pissed off clones calling a pissed off A.I. whose star destroyer body had taken mild damage from the Dark Lightning, that had taken out some of their point defenses and repeating cannons.
"Oh, a WISE SITH, EH? FIRE!" the offended, unnecessarily outraged Fett Clone Captain on the bridge yelled.
"Please specify payload..." The A.I. System requested as it brought up a shot of the temple from overhead.
"All the Point defense cannons! Four bursts from our repeating cannons! And fire the Big Gun!" The Captain snarled. "Hit the area around the temple. But make sure you don't hit Alliance."
"Roger, commencing excessive force and overkill..."
The skies above lit up
"Brace for impact!" Eight-Eight yelled, diving under an overturned tank.
What came from above was nothing less than punishment from a wounded beast.
Red point defense laser beams lanced out of the sky as a constant shower, in the dozens, hitting multiple areas around the temple, while a steady stream of repeating ion cannon fire hit the ground in absolutely devastating barrages, shattering enemy vehicles and disintegrating squads from the intensity of the blasts. The Clones pressed the attack, using the vehicles that had survived to form walls around the temple and bombard it's defenders, the orbital bombardments constant now, yet avoiding concentrations of Alliance Personnel.
But the BIG glow came.
The composite beam laser cannon, the Plague Destroyer's main weapon shot out a deliberately low power, at the very top of the temple, and the cap exploded, killing many Sith beneath. At that moment, the Clone Offense and Siege troopers saw an opening, they began shelling the large, smoking gap at the top of the temple with mortars and ion laser fire, hoping to inflict critical damage on the structure...
The Siege Troopers launched an all out attack, squads of them armed with chainguns acting as a vanguard as they engaged enemy forces...
Meanwhile...
The surviving Clone Rangers and their droids contended with not just Dark Troopers, but full on Sith, and only a combination of concentrated fire, the hazards of other enemies, and their determination to survive saw them through as they fell and exploded not just Dark Troopers, but Sixty-Sixed a few of the Sith also. But another clone fell, the fighting becoming more desperate. Many a time, they were forced in their running shoot out through the temple to get to its generators to simply run from an Onrai manifestation rather than confront it directly, the Droid marines firing another rocket in one case and collapsing a passage behind them..
The impact from the cannon hitting the top of the temple above made some of the walls crack and burst as they fired against the seemingly unstoppable hoard of Sith, Droids, and Dark Empire troops
Just then...there was a rumble beneath them as they were cornered in one area by advancing Dark Troopers.
The floor turned molten....and jets of Flame shot up as
Syd Celsius
, a Sorceress just as ancient and terrible as Onrai was, burst from the floor, creating a flood of molten rock that she covered the Dark Troopers and attacking Sith in, a charred tunnel of rock beneath her as she floated up in her gold and blue Catsuit, arms folded, staring at the Sith in front of her before a gout of red flames erupted from her throat, engulfing them despite ALL of them desperately throwing a Force barrier up. The red flames are through them bathing them as they screamed.Behind her climbed a number of green striped Siege Troopers, armed with Z-6 Rotary Cannons...
It was a party now...
The Dark Troopers in the immediate area were destroyed though there were dozens more and the Troopers immediately engaged them and Sith desperately trying to respond.
"About bloody time!" The leader of the Rangers complained. "We were in a hairs inch of buying the Cloning Farm!"
Syd felt the foul presence of Onrai but that was Nathan's problem. Despite their bond, he has never once wanted or accepted her assistance on that level, her very presence in his mind causing him endless disgust.
All she has to do was make sure the troopers succeeded.
"Sorry I was late. The bedrock was a nightmare to get through..." Syd said. "Finish your sabotage mission. I'm going to go around setting the enemy on fire."
Syd flew off, breathing deadly red flames that were capable of eating through alchemized materials into a passage, flooding it and killing three Sith Lords hurling lightning and Force Chokes at Siege Troopers. More and more Siege Troopers poured in from the hole firing once they got out their cannons.
"Look for prisoners!" one of the Siege Troopers yelled as the Rangers on the much more important sabotage mission fled even deeper into the temple while Syd commenced a vicious killing spree in the passages, blowing some up with large, hurled fireballs, melting through support structures, Siege Troopers being killed sometimes as quickly as they could come into an area, but more kept coming in, some now armed with heavier weapons.
House Bloodscrawl was determined to kill as many Sith as possible and destroy the temple. It was the culmination of their rebirth as an organization to be feared by all followers of the Dark Side...
Valery Noble
Braze
Jenn Kryze
Khamul Kryze
Caltin Vanagor
Azurine Varek
Kaleb Sunwalker
Onrai
Vulpesen
Jasper Kai'el
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