Cake and Daggers (OS Dominion of Mindabaal)

[Setzi Lunelle]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-AWoZmAxKxg​

[4/20]
Objective: Attend the Royal Wedding
Location: Royal Palace
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Darth Noxia"] [member="Darth Vizios"]
Enemies: People that hate Valentine’s Day

The entire banquet hall was charged with electricity. Darth Azurea craned her neck in order to see the proceedings, but it was difficult from where she sat. She tried to concentrate on the rather quaint and romantic ceremony, but the whole time she could feel a humming tension radiating from Darth Pyrrhus. To the casual observer, they appeared like an ordinary, relaxed couple (as ordinary as two Sith Knights could be), but Azurea could tell his entire body was like a coiled spring right now, muscles poised and ready. She felt certain something strange was about to happen.

As the newlyweds moved to the dance floor, Darth Azurea heard footfalls from guards. Thinking they were just part of a ceremony, she thought nothing of it until a strong, hand clasped hers and gently ushered her out of her seat. “Shall we dance, my dear?”

“Of course…” she answered, trailing off as she could see that a coup attempt was taking place. She snapped her mouth shut and watched Darth Pyrrhus’s handsome red and white striped face, focusing not on the carnage around her, but on his unwavering gaze. She felt as if the minute her eyes wandered off of his familiar visage, she may just begin to lose her gracefulness.

And when the Togruta Knight, and soon-to-be ruler of Glee Anselm, wanted to dance with you, you didn’t say no.

As they stood in the middle of the banquet hall, everything in the background faded away. Similar to his sparring style, Darth Pyrrhus also appeared to be an exquisite dancer. He must have hid those lessons well from her, just for this very occasion. She lifted her blue eyes to his purple ones, pursing her lips into a cunning smile. As always, she welcomed the feel of his body against her, a satisfying reminder that she chose her life as a Sith, like Tanek. And that there was no other choice. Peace was indeed a lie.

Passion, strength, power. That was all that mattered.

As he finished, letting her know that the galaxy was theirs for the taking, he dipped her backwards, hand wrapped around her hour-glass waist. She finally said, still gazing up at him: “Eros and Thanatos are not a paradox. They are one and the same. Love and death are intermingled.” And as he brought her back to her feet, she gave him a passionate kiss with her ruby lips, letting him know all at once that she loved him, but would also die for him if the occasion required her to do so.

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: Wedding Bells
Location: Palace
Allies: [member="Darth Timoris"]
Enemies: Duty
[6/20]


Vengeance smiled

"One of these days Melori.............one of these days you and I are going to find a time when duty does not stand in the way."

He stood extending one hand out to her as the slaughter began. The other arm extend down at a 45 degree a flick of his wrist dropping his saber into his hand from it's hidden spot. He smiled to her his eyes turning a slight shade of yellow.

"It has been entirely too long since we did this dance." "When was it Glee Anselm?"

He turned with a smile impaling the closest dead man walking. He jump up on the table looking over towards [member="Darth Ophidia"] giving her a bow.

"Long live the queen."

Extending a hand out if lifted up a guard off the ground with the force crushing the man's body into a bloody coughing heap. Vengeance turned blocking a saber bolt before electrocuting the shooter in a blast of lightening. The smile on Vengeance's face was electrifying in it's own right. Here he was committing to glorious slaughter next to the only person in the galaxy that mattered to him. If things were going any better it would be a trashy dime store romance novel.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

Objective: engage carnal lust mode, ravage master
Allies: one sith [member="Sage Bane"]
Enemies: slow lifts, Animus et al almost ruining the mood

"Wait...was that...screaming?" She tried peaking beyond Sage's lean shoulders but was met with the sight of closing lift doors. She plucked one of his champagne glasses free and gulped it down. Dark-brows furrowed worriedly but she was quickly distracted by her half naked master giving her a very thorough lesson in making out in tight spaces.

She whimpered. The champagne glass dropped and shattered on the floor without a second thought. She hadn't seen the fresh drops of blood that had spattered one side of the glass. Fingers roamed hungrily across every scar, dip, and valley of his skin until she could dig into the back of his brown-haired head.

Full lips remained glued to Sage's mouth or his jaw or his neck. Kiss, circle, and repeat. Carnal lust mode engaged.

Hiking up her dress, she wrapped her athletic legs around his torso, using the elevator wall for leverage. Shoes were lost among the glass spattered floor of the lift.

DING

The lift opened the pair up to a much more peaceful scene than downstairs, a deserted wing of extravagant staterooms. The beds here would rival even the Zoosha-fabric sheets of Sage. She remained clinging to her master like a spider-monkey, urging him out of the lift with nudging, passionate kisses toward what looked like a Hoth themed room: stark white with clean lines, lots of exotic furs, and a wampa head mounted on the wall.

Plus it was the closest.

 

[Mythos]

Location: Wedding
Objective : Slaughter! <3
Allies : [member="Darth Ophidia"] OS and Allies
Enemies: Everyone else

Animus was Enthralled... truly, the dance of the Makashi duelist and the display of his Master's Throne Animus saw a man die by the bite of a semi-sentient snake before he arose from the guard whose neck he had previously snapped and made his way calmly blasting enemies with his ELG Blaster again and again. "The Diplomats Blaster" tore precise shots. One after he other in singular blaster fire, perhaps two if Animus was inclined to Kill more than one enemy at the Time. The royals and pompous palace on goers were not only in panic but even began to hide.

With a massive force push Animus bolted the tables over there and deflected their blaster shots once he did with Soresu... it was getting better, but the blaster shots in his fore arm leg and shin would disagree. Blasting a mighty force of Hatred and Fury to blast a lighting arc though all tho were under that table who now sang a Chorus of pain, a Symphony of Destruction.
"What a beautiful Orchestra of Pain!" Animus laughed as his lighting continued undaunted until all members under that table were dead and lifeless.


Quickly he flung his lightsaber to the second floor in an Effort to wound the guards prepared to strike and in the effort used a force push to smack a aristocrat against wall unconscious. He stood upon the General. The chief of the military forces of of the Mindbaal forces, his uniform in a valiant way and his sword, an Ancient design of their people. He man was wounded and his leg was crushed by the fallen chandelier. "Help me" The general asked in gasps as his blood made a pool in the floor from his nearly Amputated limb. Animus played along "All Right give me your sword quick! " The general took it from it's protective sheath and handed it to Animus. This man had been in such pain he did not know who he spoke to.


Animus stood up calmly... Examining the Ceremonial and no doubt Ancient Trophy of this battle. This would be his Heirloom. "What are you waiting for!? "
"Nothing" His head laid next to his body, the chandelier crystals turning read one by one.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[10/20]
Objective: 1. Wedding Bells. Enjoy the sights.
Location: Royal Palace.
Allies: All the pretty Sithies.
Enemies: Pesky guests.

As [member="Vengeance"] and [member="Darth Timoris"] became visible to Darth Ophidia, she extended a hand out to her left. An untouched of wine floated over to her and nestled between her middle and index fingers. She brought the glass to her nose and swivelled it to stir up the aromas residing within the deep red liquid. These Royals bought nothing but the very best, especially for such an occasion. As Vengeance hailed her as queen, she raised the glass in salute. A smirk spread across her lips as she looked at the two.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourselves!”

She took a sip of the wine while her two serpents coiled around her. Their heads swayed from side to side and their split tongues darted in and out of their mouths, as they tasted the air for prey. Ophidia let her fingers glide over the white scales of her Nagajj while the tsaisibola rose up on her foot and gave a menacing sound to the crowd, protective of its master. As Ophidia took another hearty sip from the wine, she looked at [member="Animus Malgus"] taking a General’s sword as a trophy. As long as no one tried to pillage the royals at her feet, she was fine with the taking of trophies. What belonged to the royal family now belonged to her, and she would not allow theft from her newly acquired treasures.

Some would argue she was not the true owner, but that the Prince -suddenly turned unconscious King- was. While this was technically true, she had him dancing along her strings. Soon enough, he would be as corrupted as she was: A puppet that could dance without her strings. If he would not dance, then she would simply have to put him into an eternal sleep. Not the deadly kind, that would again jeopardise her claim.

 

[Isamu Baelor]

[1/20]
Objective: 3. Hunt down the remainder of the governing body not present at the wedding.
Location: Command Center
Allies: Major. Murasame, Spec Ops unit.
Enemies: loyalist forces.

Isamu was not in attendance at the wedding. He was a sullen man, cold and grim. A man like that would stick out like a sore thumb. His presence would surely have turned heads, and brought attention, something the Sith could not have. Instead, Isamu was directed towards activities that more closely fit his particular set of skills.

Isamu had been briefing the special operations unit under the command of Major. Murasame. Nicknamed “Night Lords” due to their brutal efficiency, they were tasked with capturing, or killing, the remaining members of the governing body.

They encircled the holo-terminal, where a map of the operations area was displayed. It marked the various locations of the remaining targets. “How up to date is this intel, sir?” The major asked Isamu. “It’s fresh.” he replied. “Leaked to us by traitors within their regime.”

“Is this a ghost operation sir? Or do I have permission to neutralize anything that gets in my way?” The major asked. “Kill them if you must. It doesn’t matter. Security will be heightened due to the massacre at the wedding. Your objective, and your sole objective, is to capture the target. You will do whatever you need to.” Isamu ordered. “It will be done, sir.” The major replied, with deep confidence.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

[4/20]
Objective: 1
Allies: OS
Enemies: Everyone who is not OS

Well, it certainly seemed the Knight had his work cut out for him. Things might have gone a bit smoother if half of the Sith who had assembled were not too busy making love and dancing to actually assist in taking over the planet. However, the Demon's Fist could manage taking down the combatants in the plaza down by himself. The Fist of the Demon was certainly used to this kind of thing by now.

As the remaining Marines crossed over the rope bridge, the assassin started to get in the groove for sniping. As [member="Sage Bane"] and [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] ran for cover across the plaza, they were pursued by a couple of guards. Bang, bang. The slugs from the Tusken Raider rifle ripped through the air, and the two guards' corpses hit the ground like sacks of potatoes. As [member="Vengeance"] and [member="Darth Timoris"] chatted away, a sniper would adjust his position on a nearby roof, crosshairs aimed down at Melori. Bang. The bullet went straight through his skull, blowing brain matter all over the roof. His dead body slid down and off the roof, crashing with a splat onto the streets below. Though after a slight bit more talking, the assassin was pleased to see the latter couple move to join the fight.

After a few more shots, the Tusken Cycler ran out of ammo. He moved back to reload, wondering if [member="Kaia Starchaser"] might still choose to make an appearance in the raging massacre. She was a Jedi, after all. Or was she?

 

[Sethra]

[5/20]
Objective: 5
Allies: Sith
Enemies: (They're dead...)



The droid looked around at the devastation everyone had caused here today. He liked it. He wanted to fight more battles like this. While this wasnt much of a fight, he thought he would like the feeling of sabers clashing together, only one emerging from the flames. As long as the droid knew his place, and knew who not to mess with, he would be fine. However, this was not something he was aware of. If he saw a fight, he went for it. It didn't really matter to him. This could potentially cost him dearly.

He walked towards Darth Ophidia, who was sitting on her newly aquired throne, and looked around at everyone else. Blood was splattered all over the walls, the floor, and surprisingly, there was a speck of it on the ceiling. The Force was a very powerful thing, and this led back to him not understanding his spot in the chain of power.

XR-617 was now Darth Erebos' apprentice, and he was growing fond of the way he and his friends did things.

"I think I could get used to fighting aside you all," he turned to everyone in the banquet hall. Of course half of them didn't even realize that he was there, but he wasn't human. He could be slightly more awkward, and in this case, he was. "The satisfaction of victory is matched only by the malevolence of the champions."

He went up the stairs to search for Darth Erebos.

 

[Rapax]

[4/20]
Objective: 1 Slaughter.
Location: Royal Palace.
Allies: One sith.
Enemies: the guests


Naga continued slashing guests left and right. A few guards charged at him and naga literally waited till the last second and side stepped one of them and tripped him so he'd fall on the floor before naga stomped onto him breaking his spine. He leaped up and landed behind the guards and tapped there shoulders with a twisted grin on his face. Oh I'm sorry did i do that?'' *he snapped their necks before they could react. A twisted laughter erupted from him after he did that, He clearly was enjoying him self in the slaughter. Another guard tried to swing a sword at him and he sliced that guards hand off and picked up the severed hand and looked at the guard who was in pain and with that same smile said" Need a hand?" he said jokingly before using the sword to slash at his neck.

 

[Rapax]

ooc: accidental double post ignore this

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective: Trample Rebel and Royalist forces alike. Seize control of government and military buildings.
Location: hidden within the goverment and military buildings of Mindbaal
Allies: [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Lord Ajihad"]
Enemies: Mindabaal Military forces
2/20

As Nomkneer began to follow the lead of the soldiers, he learned theyre battle tunes for military inspiration, and sang it with them to make his cover even more stealthy. He went closer, and got in front of unit of soldiers marching and he joined, getting closer to the comander each time, he kept skipping unit from unit going forward until he saw soldiers in red uniform, these soldiers were 2 units behind, Nomkneer waited 10 minutes more or so to skip again so he would not have suspicions. after, he skipped one of the first 2 units behind the elite, he kept marching and singing the battle tune, elites did not have to, but some did anyways, after he was just one skip from reaching the elite, red uniform unit.

As a few marches were done and a few minutes passed Nomkneer escapes from the unit behind the elite soldiers without no one noticing and hides in the tall grass and crawls about 10 feet of distance infront from the unit that he wanted to steal his elite uniform from. Nomkneer used the force to throw a pebble at one of the elite soldiers, and he also moved the grass with the force, tall grass that seemed where wolf sized creatures could live there... and hunt too. The elite soldier, out of stupid curiousity, went to see what was in the tall grass, but he did not expect Nomkneer to be on top of a tree hidden by twisting its body into the shape and using its very last dead leaves it had clinging to the tree and he used it to camouflage and be undetected.

As the elite soldier went into the grass, Nomkneer kept using the force to move the tall grass farther from the elite soldier, and when the elite soldier approached the correct distance for an swift assasination, all was he was waiting for was for no one to pay attention, good thing Nomkneer has a good sense of memory, or else keeping track of who's looking between all those soldiers were almost impossible, finally he had a chance and leaped faster than a cheeta hunting his preey, and sliced from the lower back of his neck towards the upper back part of the back head, not caring of course since the elite soldiers wore red uniforms, after he created another hidden burial and hid it from anyone, almost unseen to the naked eye..

Nomkneer went quickly and put his uniform, the commanders cap, the boots, everything. he put his two lightsabers in his uniform, hidden from anyone who would look at him, and joined the unit of Mindabaal elite soldiers where the in the position where the one he assasinated was at which was the one behind the commanders unit. Nomkneer waited for the right moment for the soldiers, while singing the battle tune they had some type of battle ritual like some sort of marching dance, that were as follows: first aim the weapon 90 degrees upward, against the chest, then they would flip it upside down, grabbed the stock and lowered it almost grown level, and rotated it 90 degrees up again.

Nomkneer waited until the moment they were going to flip it down and then lower the stock at almost grown level before they flipped it up again. When they flipped it down. he did a force dash and grabbed both lightsabers eliminating the entire middle area of the elite soldier unit, as he jumped and reached the commander, when he did he grabbed him, and put the dull dagger given to his father on his neck and menaced the military force to lower arms. as he did, Nomkneer put his hands over the commanders mouth and covered it just so if he gets the idea of self sacrificing. Nomkneer used the comms system to alerted silently for sith troops to advanced to the military buildings of mindabaal, for he had complete control of the situation in that location and he needed help to get out of there.

Nomkneer used force dash to escape as he ran to the first sith generals or commanders he could see, so we can keep this commander captive. As Nomkneer was dashing through all he thought "good, now the sith will be pleased, there is much information that this nincanpoop can scoop out", as he escaped from the military forces, elite and not elite and was trying to find a place to hide from the military forces, and as he did he contacted [member="Animus Malgus"] and [member="Lord Ajihad"] reported " I have the commander of the military force of Mindabaal in captivity i believe he has information, im in hiding and i need back up instantly, i have sent multiple comms, but i dont think they'll reach me fast, i need u to send a smuggler ship to come get me, i shall send u my coordinance, i have hidden in a cave, they have not seen me, oh and another thing, do i keep on having him in my custody or should i slay him?".

 

[Komo]

[6/20]
Objective: 1. Attend the Wedding The Main Event - Killing & Dancing!
Allies: [member="Darth Vizios"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Darth Azurea"]
Enemies: Bad holo-cams and Xander's handblade

The signal had been given. Both the song and the fail-safe electronic signal have been given the green light. The main event was a go. A wide grin appeared on Greta's visage as her eyes twinkled with malice. A simultaneous spray of blood and viscera sprayed as the One Sith stabbed, thrusted and pierced their fellow party goers with a wide variety of weapons, ranging from durasteel knives and swords to lightsabers. Heads and limbs would follow as the event's attendees were decapitated left and right.

Blaster fire accompanied the screams and groans as the victims and guards tried to defend themselves against the attackers. They would find it hopelessly futile, but you couldn't blame them for trying. The royal family had been swiftly taken down by [member="Darth Ophidia"] who had been disguised as the bride all this while until the slaughter started.

The king and queen had been unceremoniously killed, and the prince rendered unconscious. Darth Noxia was surprised that the Rattataki Sith had not killed him as well. Amidst the killing, a waltz of had started to play in the background, providing a stark contrast to the wanton massacre taking place.


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[member="Darth Pyrrhus"] and his date, [member="Darth Azurea"] had taken the initiative to start dancing while the killing took place, and it earned a delighted chuckle from the blonde. Her turn would come as well as her date, [member="Darth Vizios"], extended a hand with a hidden blade attached, asking if she had danced with a blade before. To that she would reply, "I can't say I have. You would do well not to poke me. There's a time and place for everything." The blonde would end that with a playful wink, her words laced with further meaning.

Before she would join in the dance however, Noxia would however want something done first. Glancing around, she found the object she had been looking for. A holo-camera found near the mutilated corpse of a journalist covering the event. Grabbing it, the blonde would run over to where [member="Darth Ophidia"] sat on the throne. Grabbing two ballroom chairs, she would place them beside the throne, before seating the now-dead monarch and his wife, the queen on the seats, before seating the unconscious prince in between his now defunct bride's legs.

Noxia would then ask Ophidia to smile, and regardless if she would smile or scowl, the blonde would prime the holo-cam for a photo, placing herself just in front, effectively taking a wefie with the mostly dead royal family. With the photo taken, she would then upload it to the holonet with the following caption. Happy Wedding Day - from the Royal Family of Mindabaal!

With that done, Noxia was all smiles as she skipped over to her date. "Now about that dance? Shall we?"

 

[Khallesh]

"So you like to look?" Khallesh asked. The Tapani noble, his nose crushed almost flat to his face, started to crawl backwards away from her. She presented a terrifying visage. Her ooglith was only half removed, leaving the skin of the Falleen noble she had been hanging from her waist.

Her arachnostaff coiled around her waist, but she paused at a table to pick up a shining silver spoon. "We need to attend to this awful habit of yours," she said, holding up the spoon.

Realisation dawned on his face. He reached for a table to get himself upright, but she covered the space between them in a flash, pinning him down with a knee. He tried to resist, but he was so weak, just like most of their kind.

Grabbing a fistful of his hair, she slammed his head down on to the polished floor to knock the fight from him. His head was held completely still as the spoon edged closer to his face.

"No! No! Aaarrggh!"

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: 1
Location: Royal Palace
Allies: [member="Kinsey Starchaser"]
Enemies: Nope, all dead

While the downstairs ballroom had transformed into a danse macabre, Sage and Kinsey engaged in a different kind of ceremony. Afterwards, the Sith Lord draped his apprentice in downy furs, gave her a kiss on her nose, and rose naked from the disheveled sheets to investigate the stateroom. He stopped to admire a few paintings on the wall. One work was an oil painting he recognized as the famous piece known as Alderaan Refugees. Sage peered behind it and noticed a hidden compartment on the wall. Using the Force, he levitated the painted off the wall and jimmied the lock on the hidden safe. Inside were a pile of precious gems and minerals, Corsuca gems, Azurite, along with a stash of family heirlooms, necklaces, earrings, brooches. He pulled out a lush strand of black pearls and returned to Kinsey.

He carefully clasped the ebony pearls around her neck, then toyed with a few strands of her hair. Clad only in furs and exotic pearls, Kinsey looked positively regal.

"Just like a Sith Queen," he announced.

Later, he would order his soldiers to plunder the room, and take the most valuable objects, including the heirlooms, gemstones, and Alderaan Refugees to his Star Destroyer. He was building a palace on Fresia for he and his apprentice, and the famous painting would be a perfect piece of art to hang on its walls.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[6/20]​

Objective: Wedding Bells
Location: Palace
Allies: [member="Vengeance"]
Enemies: Nobody worthy of the title

‘If you’ve stamina enough for my needs, we’ll have plenty of time tonight…trust me.’ The promise was made, all they had to do was stay alive for long enough to fulfil it.

As his saber dropped into his palm from up his sleeve, her eyebrows raised — so that’s where he hid it. Her own dress allowed no similar option, so she reached for her bag and drew out one of her sabers. Makaski seemed appropriate given the circumstances — its formality and presence seemed fitting for the ensuing slaughter.

She felt the reassuring weight in her hand as she wielded the weapon, knocking a blaster from a guard's grasp before severing his arm — and then his head. But soon she became the aggressor, spinning through the air to deliver scorching hits.

At one point she leaped on top of a table and threw herself into a group, arms and legs scissoring in the air. Two guards went down firing, and she felt a searing pain in her shoulder. Still, she was able to remove the shooter’s arm at the elbow before stabbing him in the heart.

It was all over too soon. There were so many Sith and so few guards — and the regular guests were little more than cattle to the slaughter.
As she surveyed the scene, desperately looking for a target, she was aware of a coppery taste on her tongue. It was her own blood, splattered across her face from the recent wound. But she cared not one jot. She was a fighter and this is what she lived for.

That, and what came next — if Vengeance was true to his word. So she headed for where she’d indicated before. To clear a space for them. A promise was a promise after all.

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: Wedding Bells
Location: Palace
Allies: [member="Darth Timoris"]
Enemies: Morning
[7/20]

Vengeance laughed watching Melori practically stage dive into a crowd of guards marveling at how people called him the reckless one. He returned hacking another guest in two. Sure the combatants were gone be Vengeance new well enough the ability to spin a story about what happened that day hinged on nobody being able to refute whatever story [member="Darth Ophidia"] chose to tell. He turned seeing the Sith Lady raise a glass and mention him and Melori's particular enjoy in the evenings festivities. He could only smile giving her a bow and a saber salute before in turned in time to see Melori start to cut a path through the crowd headed out of the room.

He hesitated for only a split moment due to his rather enjoyment at a good slaughter. It was only a moment though as being able to spend time with his own personal queen of death and destruction did not come around very often. With that in mind he was only a few steps behind her reaching out and grasping the collar of a man that tried to sneak up behind her. Vengeance kicked the man's legs out from behind him and plunged his blade into the man's chest.

"It is rude not to mention cowardly to try and blitz attack a woman."

Vengeance kept pushing forward getting in the last few kills he could before they clear the hall. Seeing as how the day was going Vengeance hated the thought of it ending. He wondered if this was what Valhalla was like? If so where did he sign.

 

[Mythos]

Objective: Learn Alchemy Basics.
Allies : [member="Darth Ferus"]
Enemies: squabble

Animus rolled from under the soldier whose neck snapped and focusing on the energy of the lightsaber it began to hum... hum with the hatred and energy of the dark side until if felt like the plasma on its beam was going to erupt and explode. While he was doing this the power and energy of his lightsaber also saw blasts of blasters in it's edge.... yet he was not daunted about it. Just then her heard the voice of [member="Darth Ferus"] from afar and it gave him that massive inner pride and umph that he was going to do this in front of Ferus. Bladestorm.

The Arc Shattered everything and everyone in the horizontal direction he swung it in, men, women, children everything was sliced in two.... They were not innocents... Those children would have grown to be our enemies, to bear the hatred towards the sith... It was a mercy to end their lives now. Death and Annihilation soon followed, the arc of Energy of Bladestorm took much energy for Animus to execute. It taxed him, heavily. If holding up the most powerful object he could with telekinesis would take 35% of his total strength, to execute blade storm it took him 75%.
It was a massive drain of energy, he was sending a ranged attack that sliced through all who stood in it's way, duracrete, steel, iron, flesh and bone, nothing stood a chance... Which made him wonder...

Was Ferus holding back when he executed the maneuver on him? if so, if he unleashed a pure Blood Fury Bladestorm... what would it look like? These thoughts passed through his mind in the flash of a bloomers light. He had people to kill. Using Telekinesis he rose all the kitchenware, Knives forks eating utensils and like playing dart, smacked the bystanders one.... by one.. in vital organ. He laughed out loud as a forehead of human was sunk in by a utensil.

"Master! Look!" Animus gestured to the Man who had a spoon stuck in his cerebellum and a fork in his windpipe. "Death by a spoon" If that did not make her laugh, he gave up!!. Animus twirled around to slice off the legs of guards nearby who sneaked up on him unsuccessfully, Then Blasted their legless but live bodies with lightning until they twitched no more.

"Where are my Assassins? You are Missing all the fun!"

[member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] @Vengeance

 

[Sethra]

[6/20]
Objective: 5
Allies: Sith
Enemies: Dead




The droid attached his cloak to the small spot on the bottom of his neck as he walked towards [member="Darth Erebos"]. He put away his lightsaber, covering his thin form with his robe. He observed his master, who was in the middle of a dance. He decided to take a seat at a table in the back of the room, observing his newly acquired datacron. He activated form 3, observing it. He got up and walked around, leaving the banquet hall.

XR-617 looked around. Not a single Sith died that day. And yet a few hundred of the Royal Family died. If there was anyone who opposed the One Sith, they decided not to show up. That was an achievement on his part, even if he only made a small difference. The best part was that nobody other than the Sith themselves expected anything at all. Decieved and killed by someone they were in love with. All because the dark side was against them.

The droid stepped into Darth Erebos' ship, and waited there for the remainder of the time, taking time to master Form III, finally.​

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

Now she was hearing the shots. That was not good. The Starchaser-Jedi, which was as rare and annoying as a Starchaser-Sith closed her eyes for a second, reaching out into the Force, not something she did typically. She could feel the shots, where they were coming from, where they were going, by the pangs of excitement in others. She took her speeder bike around another building. She knew that the sound wasn’t from a weapon the Underground would be using. She knew this world wasn’t a Sith world, but with them coming for it? The Space-born had to do something.

She was making her way to the gunfire. Jedi or not, that was what you were supposed to do. Even if it meant coming face to face with the Dark Side.

Ew.

 

[Atham'aali'kema]

Objective: Wedding bells
Location: Royal Palace
Allies: Who knows...
Enemies: An end to a wonderful evening
Post Count: 2/20

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Mahogany and tar. The entire ensemble was an endless and jarring juxtaposition between the unneeded and the beautiful. The environment, the arena, was something to behold but the slaughter - it was infinite and as the floor ran red, Maalik wondered what the purpose was. Not that he disapproved, he failed to have the required information to formulate such an opinion. He was just...curious.

As he finished his fruit punch, he set the cup down on the cloth table. The women had long run out from beneath it and did so clumsily, getting cut down swiftly by the enforcers of the One Sith. That warranted a tick of his tongue, a gesture that seemed to embody his current 'auto-pilot' temperament. Something further indicated as he was attacked by a wounded animal in armor. One of the guards, surviving the massacre, would try to find merit in this injury.

The blade struck against the Vong's abdomen, the armored skin built by the Shapers of Yun'Do. The pause that occurred lasted but a moment and but an eternity, as the Slayer turned his curious expression towards his assailant. The blade, failing to penetrate, rattled against a divot forming on the skin. Sweat poured down the mans face as the surprise of an attack turned to anguish. Between the force of the attack and the pinpoint accuracy, the man felt the resonating pain linger as he shriveled against a more capable foe. An arm broken from the attack, he wilted as he fell to his knees.

Maalik, mimicking that gesture he had seen from the likes of [member="Animus"] Malgus and [member="Darth Ophidia"] viewed from afar, smiled at the attempt. Reaching forward, he slowly wrapped his fingers around the mans throat and twisted. And where there was misery, there was now silence. Sweet silence, except for the cacophony of slaughter and caterwauling in the foray. But Maalik had all but tuned it out for that lingering quite, hidden in the pockets, nearly drown out by the vociferous and animalistic displays of power.