Invasion Beasts of Babylon: BotM Invasion of SE held Felucia

[Nienna Vess]

Engaging: Ishani Dinn

Syphus slowly danced his way toward his prey, eager for a proper fight. His fiery, yellow eyes were beaming with glee as he swooped in for the kill...

Until the sand flew into his eyes.

The Sith reeled back, trying to put some ground between him and his opponent. Wildly swinging his crimson blade, Syphus managed to block most of the incoming blows. He may have been blinded, but luckily his reflexes were holding. The last blow cut across his side, cutting through his robes just enough to reach his flesh. The Sith lord could feel the pain burning in his side, and pulled back once again. Looking down at his wound, the pain quickly turned to rage. The crazed Sith began screaming at the sight of the wound.

"No no no no no no no!"

He began punching himself in the head as he continued to scream. Each hit added to his rage, opening him up to the Dark Side even more. Syphus had learned to live in pain, sorrow, and anger. It was what made him such an effective killer...

And it was time for his opponent to find out just how far he could take it.

He lashed out through the Force, sending a shockwave in all directions on the battlefield. Graug and Sith alike flew away from him, slamming into the ground and each other. Syphus looked back to his enemy, finally having regained his vision. He charged forward once again, this time looking to take the leg of his opponent. His lightsaber swung right for her left knee, while his free hand rose to meet her sword arm, sending a shock of Force lightning toward it. At worst, he hoped to disarm her. At best, he hoped she would burn.

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Objective: I
Tags: Nienna Vess

The pocket sand worked! Ishani was even able to score a hit in, her blade slashing across the Sith’s side, the cut deep enough to draw blood.

Feeling the sting, the masked man began screaming. Then his indignant, furious shouts became more like the cries of a spoiled child having a tantrum. And then he started beating himself up, literally…

“Uh, why are you hitting yourself?” Ishani dared to ask, utterly bewildered by the actions of the man in front of her.

In answer, he blasted Force energy outward, knocking everyone around him flat on their asses, including Ishani herself. She was tossed in the air, landing with an ungainly thud on the ground several feet from where she had been standing. Her recovery was barely fast enough to meet the blows which the enraged Sith rained down upon her. With her sword she blocked the lightsaber that aimed for her leg; the move left her completely open to the lightning that arced from his free hand.

She took the full brunt of it, too shocked (heh) even to cry out in agony as electric currents ran through her body, burning her flesh. Her knees buckled underneath her, and her sword remained in her hand only because her fingers had locked up around the hilt in a death grip.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, a memory of a lesson in Tutaminis resurfaced, the instructor warning the students that they could only use it to absorb blaster fire, heat, and electricity…

Though her body twitched and spasmed uncontrollably, she made herself focus, and by sheer force of will she began to absorb the raw energy of the masked man’s lightning—then turned it back on him as though she were merely a conduit in a circuit.

 

[Desmundor Alcademon]

Theme


Objective II
Barn Razing

Location: Felucia, Nysillin Plantation, Hillside
Allies: The Mongrel Tegan Starfall
Foes: OPEN
Participants: Dis


The blind-like figure walked disorderly towards the ethereal entity. His pacing only a statement of the weakness the body was usurped by; The blinding wraps around the face denying any vision to the creature, while the skeletal fingertips reached out for unseen obstacles, struggling to support himself with his wooden staff.

"Peace... Peace..." his elder voice sounded boiling, as blood was being purred into the decayed lungs. "There is no peace. There is no right to live...."

The figure approached further. Although his by all means unnerving posture and grim aura consumed the very air of his surroundings, he did not feel.... "hostile".... Atleast not towards Dis . Not yet.

"The Force Wills the purge. Pointing out what is broken. What can be built again... and what must be burned to the ground... give way and seed for the next breed in this perpetual circle for perfection"

The figure would stop, not too far from Dis , making wide, struggling gestures with his long arm guiding the eye across the view of the field below.

"Sense it, Eyeless One. Feel it. Make it yours. The Force is in balance. Before the radiant light burns the eye, Darkness shall shadow over it. Before the ill-seeded crops plague the fields, fire shall ash them gone, for the next harvest to feed upon their loss. These armies only do what must be done. Else all shall fall in chaos. We here, now; Witnesses of the sacrifice that shall allow prosperity. A death, to give rise to a hundred mothers. A loss; For the Hoard to widen..... Do not see us evil for claiming what is due... Do not drown in the River of the Blind... Our cause remains holy."

The broken voice of the figure continued, ever clear the closer he stood to the Shadowcat, being mind-controlled by a possessing dark entity... or the grasp of a distant warlock...

 

[Andromach Hemstagon]

Objective II

Barn Razing

Location: Athysian Warcamp

Allies: The Mongrel Tegan Starfall
Foes: Open

VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

The bestial roaring of the freighter ship shakes the warcamp below, as it pushes herself up in a long climb up the skies. The two gunships remained motionless, constanty scanning for any nearby movement. The heavy vehicles started warming their engines one after the other, covering the whole camp in a massive shroud of noise. Alas. The Athysian troops within and around it seemed to care little about it. The Vrea Stratis perform tactical patrols around the barbed wire barricades ahead of the makeshift wall of palisades and metal plates, fitted inbetween the ruins of the once settlement that stood in the region now covered by the warcamp.

"All in good order, Lady" the officer said, reporting to Andromach Hemstagon . She nodded, turning her gaze up the hill. Although shrouded by the smoke of the burning fields, her keen eyes recognized the hunched posture of the old man, struggling to stand against his staff as he approached what was beyond her line of sight. A feeling of distaste filled her dead-pale face, as she shook her head. "Send word to the Maw. See if we can share some of their harvest... Send the parties forth. Tell them to look for a hunt."


A band of about thirty Black Valkyries, mounted on their Naktidis Beasts ride uphill. As they approach the Mawite contigent at the other side of the hill, they slowly enter a wedge formation. Their weapons remain seathed, with only few holding their rifles at hand, serving as lookouts for the warband. They will ride across the plantation, heading where Tegan Starfall and The Mongrel stood. The Valkyries remain silent, while the negotiation takes place, waiting for their time to speak. Alas, this would in no means be any action of submission. Their proud, taunting postures would stand tall atop the unreal shapes of the growling hungry beasts. Their long-barreled rifles, as well as the electrospears some carry on their backs stand out from the thin, skeletal-like forms of the beasts. "I bring word from Andromach Hemstagon" the leading Valkyrie of the wedge would say when the space of silence emerges. Her voice stout, loud and confident coming from under the black helmet. "Our raiding parties shall move east, to seek further plunder. She wonders if you have need of reinforcements. We hardly face savages on our end. Wouldn't mind to share some blades"
The Valkyrie's tongue is harsh, taunting, with several words sounding more Sith than Basic.

 

[Dis]

Dis the Shadow(cat)
Shadowcat, explorer and wanderer; Owner of the Cat’s Paw; Member of the Greystone Mercantile​

Objective II.: Make friends | Barn Razing
Location: Plantation Outskirts, Felucia
Equipment: N/A
Writing with: Desmundor Alcademon | The Mongrel | Tegan Starfall

[ Theme ] ​

~ If you think so, why don't you kill yourself? You are exactly the same as them. Everyone's the same. If you think they don’t deserve life and life is just suffering, why not kill yourself and your peers instead? ~ Dis asked the woman and the man as they tilted their head to the side.

Of course, they had conjectures about the answer. Although was not happy with what the woman had done to the child, the Shadow did not move. They couldn’t intervene to stop the woman, just listen and talk. Of course, accepted the existence of death, however was not happy about it. They knew there were evil and better mortals, and they accepted that too.

~ Or maybe you're afraid of what awaits you over there in the Netherworld? ~ they asked them curiously, without any mockery or provocation.

The name Dis perfectly covered what Shadowcat was, as Dis in Sith language meant a cat. Eventually, the woman put the child down on the floor and agreed to a trial. However, the Shadow did not know what a Sith might want. I mean, in the case of the average Sith, they knew the answer, but the Maw was different from what they had encountered so far. The strange man (@Mongrel) who was on the ground still said nothing, just the third, who was the weirdest to the Shadowcat.

Since it was ultimately the woman who actually asked them, Dis looked at her, though they still sent the question to all three people in a telepathic way.

~ Because I don’t know you and I don’t know what you want. What did you ask in return for leaving this world? ~

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: Intervene and study
Allies: Sith Eternal Ana Malixar
Enemies: Tu'teggacha Kyrel Ren Khaostra Devoid
Equipment: In signature, Talisman of the Raven

A black and purple mist formed around the young Sith acolyte, slowly materializing into solid form as it spoke, "Noticed and such a crude display." A hand gently rested on Ana's shoulder as Darth Arcanix fully reformed. She had watched the Ebruchi and the witch with her vines and a Ren she thought felt familiar battle and subdue the slumbering rancor specimen, and then she felt the tension forming once it had been subdued. Her presence had been felt after all.

Amber eyes traveled over the crumpled and broken forms of those that the creature had killed in its rampage, a smirk forming on her lips. "Sacrificed for no reason, but then I expected nothing less from the Maw and the fanatics within it. I wonder why you didn't merely cut off the beast's air supply and then dominate its mind once it had been felled and was no longer a danger."

She smiled, snapping her fingers as though the answer just came to her, slightly mocking towards the Ebruchi.

"But then you couldn't use it as an excuse to gauge young Ana's strength, or to have a uniting force so you wouldn't have to fight her immediately. That was clever of you." Her gaze went to Kyrel and his retinue of dominated jungle beasts. "Master of Ren I see, such a long way you've come since those days of Vader worship and serving Sieger in the First Order." And to the young witch, "A long way from Dathomir, young witch, but impressive use of your magic. You have potential."

She was starting to see the picture, at least for the Ebruchi. He wanted specimens to take back into Maw space, to experiment on, and the Felucian jungle was infamous for the amount of things within it that wanted to kill you. What better time than during an internal conflict to sneak in and steal what they could, cause some havoc, and slip away under cover of the Graug horde and Sith Eternal forces trying to purge them. She could appreciate that inquisitive nature.

"Well," she said, hand hovering over the lightsaber on her belt, "what to do now hmm?"

 

[Darth Solipsis]

THE DARK LORD OF THE SITH | VOICE OF THE MAW

“Vulcanus Unleashed”

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Titanic walls of scorching flame bellowed and roared forth into the Felucian sky, the bubbling, hissing, and burning of life was but a distraction from the clash of titans that pierced the metaphysical veil in the Force. A silent scream to all who could touch upon it as the echoes of their conflict reverberated around them as each blow from Vulcanus sent a sonic boom to all who could touch upon the Force, Maliphant's powerful defiance and indomitable will pressed against his attacker's own. Their battle lit the area up in the majesty of the Force, a breathtaking sight for the Elder as he approached. True Sith at last, he could see it in their hearts just as clearly as he could the burning jungle around him. In this moment of desperation between the two combatants came the ambition, the desperation, the will to survive and dominate. Solipsis's cold demeanor cracked with a coy smile, the old man was pleased.

The flames rolled back like a curtain for the opening act of some grand play, his robed figure hobbled into the cratered gorge entrenched not by walls but inferno. Tilting his head to account for the pressure dawning on his surroundings and the others, he felt the great force push against his feeble body threatening to crack it open like an egg. The Elder rose his hand and let the Force flow freely through him, augmenting his form to survive the powerful force dwelling on them all. His posture straightened, a decrepit claw rising to his chest and another just below the first, the Dark Lord sneered and hissed as he looked upon the battle at hand. Other Space Kaiden , massive and imposing, and Darth Empyrean , hatred personified scattered into three forms of indistinguishable character, both combating another with the fiercest of blows before now.

Crackles of crimson sparks leapt to life between his fingertips, the Sith Master knew there was little point in chatter between the three. He had not come here for allies, nor friends and neither had the Sith Eternal from the looks of Felucia abd the growing crisis at hand. The Brotherhood of the Maw crept in the shadow, striking in the dark and readying themselves for all out war as the Graug Horde marched on against the assembled forces of the Sith Eternal.

The Elder jolted his hands forward as light sprung forth in vile crackling bolts, crimson hatred unleashed toward both opposing Sith Lords with raw emotion fueling his power. The Dark Side of the Force was his to command, he was no longer hunting small game. Worthy opponents to stand against him and memorialize this day, a worthy Kaggath for the ages.

 

[Tegan Starfall]

Post: 4
Objective: The Debt of Life
Equipment: Mind Crown | Black MidNight Duster with Hood | Echani shield suit | Grav Boots | Eltro Life Gloves | x4 red lightsabers | Defender | Forearm Lanvorak | Wrist Laser | x2 FWG-5 Flechette Smart Pistol | Boomer | X4 Daggers | Pack of Death sticks | Various Explosives on person and in backpack | Holopad
Allies: The Mongrel | Desmundor Alcademon | Andromach Hemstagon
Enemies: Sith of the Eternal Variety
Special Tags: Dis

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“No, they aren’t the same, I broke my chains. I have died many times and walked the nether more then once. I have met the gods that dwell there.” Though Tegan did not believe them to be actual Gods many in the Maw worshiped the beings she spoke of. In fact, Tegan felt herself above the so-called Gods of the nether and the spirits there that themselves titles of sin or virtue. The cat did not seem to understand Tegan meaning that only the strong survived, though strength was not measured in how much one could lift, kill or even control the force. Strength was measured in the will, how much you wanted to live and at what you were willing to sacrifice for your survival.


No one had a right to live, everyone was given a will to live but not everyone used it. Most of the Galaxy resented it allowing themselves to be chained and enslaved. Some would tell you they were free but their job, their family, and their worlds all held them back slaves to the mundane not a true life lived. Most of them would sacrifice their lives for those things squandering their will for things that would never do the same for them. If one could break all those chains as Tegan had long ago and shed the need for gods that also enslaved them, they could survive anything even a crazy woman with a bomb.


“As for what awaits me in the Netherworld is already afraid of me and does not want me there.” Tegan was insinuating that whatever she met in the Nether long ago was afraid of her to the point it let her leave. What ever it was that held the Nether together saw what Tegan truly was and it would rather have her plague this plane of existence rather than its own.


“I want everything.” Tegan said honestly, both the material and immaterial. Knowledge was just as valuable as a gun as both could topple Empires if used correctly. “Yet how about this Nether Kitty…” Tegan was aware of the meaning of Dis in the Ancient sith language in fact Sith was the language she was taught at birth so her first. It was odd for someone with dathimiri blood Paecian should have been her first but that was Tegan Odd. “In return for the lives of these people, we take what we came for and.” Because was not the lives of these people the Maw wanted. “You honor a Life-Debt to the Maw for every life we spare here today. You will serve the maw as a spy, fountain of Knowledge, or pet however we wish to use you.” The idea of a life debt for everyone saved was because Tegan was unsure how many lifetimes a shadow being like dis could live, this would ensure they would server the Maw so long as the Maw existed. Tegan awaited the answer.

 

[The Mongrel]

Objective II - Steal Nysillin, Burn Farms​

Location: Felucia, Nysillin Plantation
Allies: Tegan Starfall | Desmundor Alcademon | Andromach Hemstagon
Foes: Dis

The Mongrel only half-listened as Tegan and the strange little shadow creature went back and forth, trading philosophical jabs and moving toward a potential bargain. He was not only out of his depth, with no real understanding of these mystical matters or of diplomacy, but also eager to continue the raid. Still, he understood why this was important. He had no way of killing a shadow-being from the netherworld that could turn invisible at will, and he did not want to risk letting it bring a warning to the Sith Eternal. So he waited as patiently as he could, keepin his men in line; they weren't used to having to sit and guard prisoners for so long.

One of his scouts suddenly called out, a welcome interruption... though also a potential danger. Someone was coming over the nearby hill. Had an enemy patrol stumbled across them, or worse, a relief force? The Mongrel snatched up his electrobinoculars and brought them up to his eyes, scanning the slope. He wasn't sure whether to be relieved or disappointed when he saw that it was a contingent of Athysians, elite Black Valkyrie corsairs riding their fearsome war-steeds. The mounts reminded The Mongrel of some unholy fusion of a huge black hound and the hunched, debased Moon Children; there was something disturbingly human about them.

The lead Valkyrie approached him, and he listened to her words. "As you can see," The Mongrel replied when she had finished, indicating the subdued plantation with a sweep of his hand, "we have no need of reinforcements to complete our task; the enemy fell quickly before us. But perhaps we can join you in your eastward march." The Mongrel considered the possibility. It was dangerous to alter the plan while in the middle of executing it; things had gone well so far, with only minimal losses in the clash with the plantation's security forces, but if even a single Sith champion found them here, much less a full defensive contingent...

How greedy, and risky, was he willing to get?

All around him, the marauders who weren't guarding the prisoners had broken open the nysillin barns, and were hauling crate after crate of bundled herbs over to the assault shuttles. Soon the plantation would stand empty, and the fields would be burned to deny the enemy the next harvest; there wasn't time to bring in the current crop, which probably wasn't fully-grown anyway, but they wouldn't leave it behind for the Sith Eternal to use. This was a good haul, enough to use to treat the wounds of many warriors, and hopefully to start plantations of their own on fertile Tiantang and Lao-mon... but what if they could take far, far more nysillin?

What if they could hit another big plantation?

"If we press east," The Mongrel said, calling over his Gore Wasp with a handheld clicker that imitated the creature's auditory signals, "we will encounter areas despoiled by the invading Graug. We will have to strike swiftly and decisively to maintain our stealth; if we draw the full attention of the horde, we will be surrounded and crushed." It was a risk... but when had he grown averse to risks? Warriors of the Brotherhood came close to death in every battle. The Brotherhood itself stood against the entire galaxy, and when they'd done so at Csilla, they'd even managed to win. For glory and plunder, he and his warband would proceed.

"My riders and I will accompany you," The Mongrel told the lead Valkyrie, swinging himself into his Gore Wasp's saddle. "We will locate the next plantation or farming town and clear it of Graug, then plunder whatever the beasts have not yet burned." With a signal to his Rough Riders, who quickly assembled around him, the marauder warleader guided his mount into the skies. He flew low enough to avoid easy detection, but high enough to get a good vantage point. Most of his men stayed behind, to guard Tegan's prisoners until negotiations with Dis were done - and to keep loading up the captured Nysillin. They would follow soon.

Hopefully there would still be room on the shuttles.

 

[Andromach Hemstagon]

Allies: The Mongrel Tegan Starfall
Enemies: Open

The Valkyrie chieftain nods, after The Mongrel 's words. She seemed anxious, defiant in her attitude. "Good" she says then. "We meet at the slope's end" she intoned, before turning her Naktidis Beast swiftly, riding through her troops' formation only to be mimiced in her action. The Black Valkyrie band soon rode away, back up hill, to the Athysian Warcamp...

Location: Athysian Warcamp, eastern gate.

GRRRRRRRRRRGRGRGRGRGRGRGRGRGRRGRGRGR

The roaring of the Bonegrinders 's engines quake the burned field, while their heavy legs bludgeon the ground on their pacing. Several of these heavy transports mobilize, as the numerous Black Valkyrie mounted warbands ride forth in the vanguard. The quick spiderwalk of the AMAG Walkers overrun the heavy vehicles, as a large proportion of the gathered corsair army marches. One after the other, the Athysian troops board the Bonegrinders, ready to head out to yet another pillage. Andromach Hemstagon walks across the readying troops. Her head tall, as her yellow-tainted eyes gaze forth onto the Bonegrinder she boards in, along with several Edikar warriors. Unlike the most of th troops, these wore powerarmor and their weapons were by far, a better pick. Elite in their nature, they were ready to fight side by side with their warlord; A great honour, in the eyes of the Athysians.
"Send the scouting parties ahead to mark our way. Get me in contact with the Mawite commander" she said in rather demanding voice to the operator of the walker, who quickly hasted to complete her orders. Meanwhile, several hundred troops were marching down the eastern gate, with walkers and Black Valkyrie warbands riding around the Hemstagon Host as skirmishers and scouts.
The Athysian camp is soon covered by the shroud of the ash and dirt risen by the marching army, feeling to the eye as if the very place was set to the torch.

"For a Sith world, this is becoming rather easy, Mawite" Andromach Hemstagon intoned as soon as the communication channel between her and The Mongrel is established. "I feel the Sith are busy with their war to the North, they haven't noticed what happens here. I like it. But I wouldn't mind a challenge... Free plunder makes for a boring story for my men to say back home, afterall"

 

[Maestus]

She moved behind her master Darth Solipsis for a time. Boots crunching the ground beneath ominously. With every footstep, her blood began to roil. She allowed her emotions to be set free. Anger and rage, always there at the surface. This time, she chose to center on a different emotion.

Ambition.

Ambition to ascend to new heights. Ambition to learn the secrets of the Dark Side. Ambition to be victorious in all conquests. Ambition to rule.

So it was with ambition coursing through her every fiber that she stopped walking. She was near anough to Other Space Kaiden and Darth Empyrean to see and feel the intricacies of the powers they unleashed upon each other. The heat rolling through was a welcome respite. She, a creature of lava and fire herself, found herself invigorated by the flames.

She began walking again. This time moving away from Darth Solipsis . She headed for a closer view of the massive conflict being waged before her. She stepped close enough that she reached out, putting a hand to the wicked fires that burned the area. AS she did, she leaned her head back, closing her eyes and inhaled deeply. Strength and vitality coursed through her veins.

She made no attempt to interfere with the two titans intent on mutual destruction. No, she watched critically, analyzing what she saw. Knowledge and patience were guiding her today. It was, however, wisdom that broke through when Solipsis entered the fray. Wisdom to leave the fire. This was not her time to fight. This was her time to learn.

She withdrew her hand from the flames. Untouched, not even a red mark. She stepped back a couple meters, folding her hands before her.

And watched.

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[Zachariel Steelblood]

Objective: Wage War
Weapons: Sword | Axe
Tags: Alars Keto​

Crouched low, Zachariel gazed over the targeted hill, taking in the enemy forces and seeing what exactly lay arranged against them. It would be a tough nut to crack, but oh so worthwhile. As Kryll laid out his plans, Zachariel followed the mans direction, taking into account where exactly he planned on moving. Nodding once to show his understanding, Zachariel returned his attention to the hill, helmet zooming in on a particularly nasty looking Graug leader. As Kryll finished his description, Zachariel let out a hum of approval before turning his head to the lieutenant.

"All in all a good plan lieutenant, all but for one detail." The bloodthirsty grin was palpable as Zachariel spoke. "That plan is suited for you and the mortals. But less so for me." Turning to the directed path, Zachariel made a sweeping motion with his open hand. Chuckling, he continued his train of thought to Kryll. "Take the path and lead the marauders up there. When you're ready, you'll just fire down on the Graug and Sith Eternals, cutting into their flank."

Zachariel paused then, slowly drawing his axe as well. It was obvious he had other plans to what Kryll had laid out, but that was to be expected. His cunning was still very evident, but his bloodthirst did show itself now.
"I, on the other hand, am going to cause quite the bloodshed. They'll focus on me, and then you can cut into their flank as they engage me. Such chaff are nothing but a greater nuisance. You are the hammer and I the anvil, and they will fall before the Bloodsworn's might."

His plan was simple. Advance on the enemy and draw them in towards himself. This would allow his followers to flank them and cut into their sides. A winning situation for them, while their foes would die. Snarling in pleasure, Zachariel readied himself, even as his followers did the same, preparing to move out to the side. They were also doing anything Kryll had ordered them to do. Once they were all in position, Zachariel simply rose to his full height and advanced forward. Sword in one hand, axe in the other, he advanced calmly and relentlessly, eyes filled with bloodlust towards the defenders on the hill. It was time for blood to be spilled and death to come.

 

[Alars Keto]

His liege had a point.

The plan had been developed with a strategic mindset for individuals such as he and his men, it did not suit his lordship and would only hamper their overall execution of the plan of attack. Zachariel Steelblood motioned out into the expanse with an open hand, gesturing to the hillside before issuing the order to follow through with the attack while he caused a suitable distraction. The mighty Warlord of Osseriton, Master of the Bloodsworn, would take the Graug head on and join the fray between combating forces. Sith Eternal and Graug, sandwiched between the two while the war party moved to take advantage of the distraction to seize the hill and it's weapon emplacements.

A valiant move, even for one so powerful as their lord. The Graug were mighty, the Sith Eternal swollen in number so close to Korriban, and one Gen'Dai Warlord would charge in between them both to shed blood and sow chaos between the enemy. It would be risky, it would be almost suicidal, it would be glorious. Their undying lord commanded them to go and so Kryll nodded, "Then the hammer will strike true as you command."

Fanning out the Bloodsworn raiders ensured their masks were tightly bound against their faces to filter out the toxins in the air, crouching low they funneled into the depths of the fungal jungle. They made way for the hill, for the crevice that would carry them up the hill side to the enemy flank.

 

[Nienna Vess]

Engaging: Ishani Dinn

His opponent managed to block his blow to the leg with her saber, but she didn't have a chance to block the lightning. It arced through the air, sending several bolts right into her body...

To no effect.

She had managed to redirect it through herself and back toward him, causing him to pause for a moment in disbelief. He attempted to jump back away from the lightning, catching some of it with his lightsaber. Despite his efforts, some of the lightning met its target, causing him to lurch back in pain, screaming into the furthest reaches of the sky above.

After a moment of pain, the screaming slowly became a chuckle, and eventually, full laughter. There was pain, and Syphus would likely bear scars from the encounter. Despite the burning pain coursing through his body, the Sith lord found himself focused. Pain was his comfort zone, and suffering was his domain. He slowly regained his posture, staring at her through his mask, still taking the last of the lightning into his body.

"You don't understand, do you? Pain is the only true constant in this galaxy. It is the driving force of all things. It is why we eat, why we sleep, why we fight. We spend our existence hiding from pain. If only more understood the absurdity of it all."

He took another stance, as if he were a serpent about to strike.

"Those who won't embrace their pain, will be forced to succumb to it in the end."

He ran straight for her, calling out to the Dark Side as he closed the gap. With a strong pull, the ground beneath them began to break apart. Small chunks of earth and rock began breaking away from the terrain, rising in the air as he approached. The mad Sith began hurdling them through the air one by one, hoping to land a hit before he closed in for the kill...

His maniacal laughter continued all the while.

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Objective: I
Tags: Nienna Vess

The ground began to shake beneath Ishani’s prone body, then break apart. Great, now the masked man was throwing rocks at her.

At this point she was too exhausted to care. He had yelled something about pain, and it made sense in light of him deliberately harming himself. He was one of those masochistic weirdos her mother had warned her about. Well, fine. She wouldn’t try to hurt him anymore, if it would only strengthen him.

Instead, she focused her efforts on survival, breaking apart the boulders he flung her way with telekinetic blasts. They broke apart into pebbles. A sharp stone struck her head, causing blood to trickle from her split brow into one eye. Still lying on her side, unable to muster up the strength to move, she barely stayed focused on the task at hand.

Defending herself could only get her so far. Even a Jedi knew that. So what was she to do?

Out of the blue, she remembered something Arcturus Dinn had told her about his “duel” with a Jedi Padawan on Ossus, in which his opponent had, as she soon figured out, literally tickled him into submission. That sounds like a fantastic idea right now, she thought weakly, honing in on the masked man’s nervous system. She wasn’t really sure how to do it, but with the Force, all things are possible.

Instead of inflicting pain, she tickled Darth Syphus like her life depended on it. Which at this point, it probably did.

 

[Khaostra Devoid]

Post: 3
Objective: We are the Monsters
Equipment: Red Midnight Duster | Red Sith Armor | Sith Mask | Grav Boots | CrushGaunts | x2 White lightsabers | Forearm Lanvorak | Wrist Laser | Variety of Explosives | RSKF-44 heavy blaster | X-21 shock glove (Stored in her coat pocket)
Allies: Tu'teggacha | Kyrel Ren
Enemies: Taeli Raaf | Ana Malixar
Special Tags: Open

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As the Rancor fell to the ground taken down by the joined efforts of those gathered, Khaos manipulated her vines to hold the great bull to the ground so it if it came out of it’s current unconscious state it would have a hard time getting up. As her Vines tied it to the ground Khaos began to climb down from her high ground to meet up with the rest of Maw Horde gathering near the Rancor. It didn’t take Chaos long to climb down her boots hitting the ground as she approached the Rancor.


As she moved towards the beast she pulled her gloves from her hand putting them into her pocket of her long red duster. She could see the beast taking heavy breathes it’s chest rising and falling. It was a beautifully terrifying beast, It’s rough scars telling a story of all the battles it had fought and won. In a lot of ways it reminded her of the Maw and it’s many scarred hordes, what did not kill was a story that led you to the next battlefield. This beast like the Maw Hordes was at war everyday just to survive to the next war.


Her hand ran across the rough skin of the beast her eyes looking over every scar and wound she felt the life force of the Rancor as her eyes flared orange. So tainted and flooded with dark energies many had tried to bend this one to there will and failed. Khaos wasn’t even paying attention to the others in the Maw at the moment, her concern was with the Rancor. She had helped take it down but that did not mean she enjoyed the pain she had caused it nor did she revel in some victory of slaying the mighty beast. No Khaos only did what she had done to protect those in the Maw. She took no joy in harming such a beast, on Dathomir these beasts were honored and respected for there power.


Khaos came to the head of the bull rancor she calmly brushed her hand at it’s nose carrying like it was a injured pet. Bull Rancors were extremely hard to tame and break, near impossible by some accounts but seems some had tried to break it with dark energies. This angered Khaos as she tried to sooth the beast petting it’s face as it laid there unconscious so close to death. This creature’s fate was not the Maw’s doing but the sith. “Don’t worry the pain brought on you will be avenged, I am sorry for my part.” Khaos whispered to the gigantic Rancor.


Her hand went to the beast’s forehead and she focused deep reaching out to its unconscious mind. The mind of a beast was foggy it’s memories were fragments in the case of this bull rancor fragments of anger and rage. The feelings the beast had were carnal something that most sentient beings had lost in their evolution. Yet it still told a story the feelings the memories even the scents the beast knew on instinct flood Khaos’s senses. For the briefest of moments, she knew what it was to be this feral creature on the endless hunt. Then in a flash a single moment showed her the heart of this graveyard where this beast greatest torment was hidden away. Khaos pulled her hand away and the feral feelings faded away, but the memories remained.


Khaos Knew where they need to go, and it would not be an easy trek. "Rest mighty Beast."

 

[Arcturus Dinn]

Objective I: Vulcanus Unleashed​

w/ Kascalion Giedfield​

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The Graug who had been unceremoniously thrust aside into the trees took a few moments to rise back up to its full height. The tree it had crashed into was practically horizontal at this point, leaves had been shaken down to the earth below, and several creatures had taken flight into the sky to avoid it. Shaking off some of its stupor the grizzly giant took two steps toward Arcturus, before turning its head sharply in another direction. For a moment it seemed torn, then without much warning it broke into a sprint toward whatever it was that had garnered its attention.​

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Arcturus was left momentarily alone, and once he felt certain the beast wasn't coming back he took a second to wipe away some of the blood from his forehead. That was when something new caught his attention, as another giant - all together different from the Graug - broke through the underbrush beside him. It wasn't an individual that the boy recognized. Perhaps they were one of Vulcanus' lackeys?​

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He turned slowly toward the grounded man, lightsaber still ignited, an expression of curiosity and uncertainty creasing his brow. For a moment he did little more than stare. Perhaps he ought to have said something, offered assistance in the event that this was actually a fellow Sith and not Graug-leaning. Instead he shifted his stance into a defensive posture, and waited to see for himself.​

 

[Firrerreo]

Objective: 2
Engaging: Andromach Hemstagon

"Heretics."

The word was whispered on the wind, and soon drown out by the sound of a roaring flame. The smoldering embers of the burned field roared back to life. A raging inferno, spreading far. Cutting off the path further eastward and consuming the scouts sent ahead. From the center a single figure stepped out, smoldering eyes gazing up at the various walkers. In his hand, a tome was open. Red runic designs glowing even against the harsh light of the blaze behind him.

"This is as far as you go."

 

[Eldervine]

Objective: Feed me Seymour
Tags: Taeli Raaf | Kyrel Ren | Tu'teggacha | Khaostra Devoid

"A graveyard of flesh and bone. A place to feed." A whispering voice echoed from the very vines keeping the Bull Rancor down. On their own accord they shifted and moved, knitting into the now dead flesh of the great beast. Consuming, growing. Spreading. Within seconds the flesh of the rancor was all but consumed by the living vines. A new shape took it's place. Similar to the beast, but of plant and plant alone. Leaves, bark, vines. They shifted and moved as the creature stood.

The maw of the creature opened, all too real teeth bared as it 'looked' down to the witch before it.

"Our time of slumber is done. You will feed us well." The oppressive darkness of the Drengir erupted from all around them. The graveyard, littered with the bodies of the dead, had become fertilizer for the mass. Countless more of the amorphous plants sprouted, growing at an alarming rate. Bursting from the ground.

The Drengir had returned.

 

[Andromach Hemstagon]

Fire roars. The storm of inferno reaches out to grasp the mounted Valkyries, in a sudden outburst of explosive tongues of matter-devouring dragons. One after the other, the battle-hardened Valkyrie warriors fall, as their beasts are engulfed in flames, running in a chaotic manner around, up until they collapse in the grasp of the burn. Several of the Valkyries roll around the ground, unable to escape the firestorm, as the dark figure emerges from within.

Andromach Hemstagon 's eyebrows narrow, as her eyes turn fiery; Indistinguishable whether it is due to the reflection of the flames in the distance, or from the Dark Side taint, possessing her as she sees the challenge ahead... Her lips slit, uttering a single word as she stood, holding onto the pommel of her curved Kirkian Witch-Blade.

"Finally"

Theme


The huge barrels of the Bonegrinder Walkers recalibrate their huge cannons atop their hunched backs on the single figure, while the lesser Painer walkers reach forth to the vanguard. Several Vrea Stratis troops line forth in several lines ahead of the massive walkers, clearly preparing for an engagement... But no barrel would blaze. The roaring of the walkers' engines only adds to the tension of the moments that pass. The fiery beast, behind the dark figure of Firrerreo to the east, and the overwhelming forces of the Hemstagons to the west, under the shadow of the hill, trapping the thick shroud of the pitch smoke coming from the burning barns all around the battlefield...

Her arms knock ungently the Stratis warriors ahead, lazily pushing them off the formation as she opens the path for her pacing. Clad in the highly sophisticated powerarmor, dyed by the Athysian crimson and decorated with the white symbol of the Hemstagon Hegenika over her chest, Andromach Hemstagon walks tauntingly in the battlefield. Her witch-blade still sheathed. Her palms spread, as she moves them back and forth on her rather excess walking style, as she walks mere few meters ahead of her host. With a circular, wide motion of her arm she unsheathes the black-forged sword, allowing the crimson aura of the tainted weapon to form a crimson fog trail as it is flourished around her in sharp, quick motions. Her eyes look dead ahead, at Firrerreo with an impetient gaze of sheer determination. "Took you long enough"

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A sudden barrage of the Bonegrinder cannons suddenly breaks the silence of the battlefield. All barrels aimed in the figure's near distance, with several barraging the surrounding region in a beaming orchestra of death, as Andromach smiles, embracing her introduction to the Sith of the treacherous Hemstagon warfare.