Claim the Beast [OS Dominion of Onderon]

[Krux Mullarus]

Objective: Burn Republic Banners
Location: In flight over Iziz, close to the Palace
Allies: [member="Darth Ophidia"] / [member="Darth Adekos"] / @Grimoire
Enemies: [member="Thalia Rist"]?
2/20/

Republic Symbols in sight

Indeed, there were a few flags and banners still flying the colors of the dying Republic. Mullarus maneuvered his vessel in their direction and flipped a switch to his left to charge up the laser cannons by the starship's s-foils.

"Here's your karking liberty, Republic scum"

Within seconds, Patriot's laser cannons had peppered and scorched the Republic banners and flags that flew over the Palace. To him, it was a beautiful sight. There was nothing he'd rather see than her colors burning and falling down in a pile of ashes.

Suddenly, Mullarus felt a spike in passion nearby.. inside the palace? Someone or something...pivotal had happened. Perhaps the Sith were capturing the royal family? Hell, knowing the brutes he worked with, they were probably butchering them instead. As much as Mullarus wouldn't mind seeing their heads roll, they would be much more useful as prisoners. Just think: They probably knew so much about the Republic. That information is worth so much to them in their final endeavors to annihilate what remained of the Galactic Republic. It could finally end this war.

"Perhaps it would be worth my time to go see for myself...Patriot, calculate the nearest spot to land to the Palace. I think i'll go meet the Royal Family myself...if they're still alive, that is."

 

[Darth Centax]

Location: Royal Palace, East Wing.
Mission: Act. Seize. Control.
Objective: 2a Seize the Palace
Post: [1/20]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0PNCSRhdtec​

A soldier, and like other Sith [member="Darth Carach"], Kylath just got on with the work of being a Sith, people would bicker about what made Sith and Jedi up till the force froze over, thankfully his young life was much simpler. Act, Seize, Control, just like his academy training. Sighting two guards walking off ahead, free of his squad today as well, though the 769th were surely about doing the One Sith’s work as always, either nearby securing the palace grounds or more directly involved.

Rounding a corner, checking the edges before proceeding, Kylath spotted now three targets with their back to him, obviously trying to mount a counter assault of some kind, or discussing their options at least. Simple clean and easy, well two was easy for him, three was hard. Saber in hand, white trooper armor on, the heavier steps would reveal him before he got there, he had to close the distance more quickly, a leaping ataru jump would put him right at their back, and did. The guard’s turned, but too slow for the first who fell, the second readied his gun but lost his arm, the man falling to the thrusting saber before he could call out.

But the third…. the third fired two shots, glancing off Kylaths bracing weapon, he dipped his hand low and swept his feet lower to take the others stance, locking his ankle to break it cleanly with his boot, and ending the mans life with a thrusting of his outstretched foot to his jaw, a resounding crack the answer for his attack. Raising up, the martial artist was almost hit in the face by a door opening off the side of the corridor, pushing his palm up to brace it and pulling right down the hall.

Seemed this little fight got a whole lot more interesting, as for once they were hunting him! Angry guards ran out, perhaps a dozen or more!

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Objective 2B: Secure Knowledge[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Location: The University[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Post: [03/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]There it was again[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]A whisper at the back of his mind, a shiver rolling up and down his spine, the subtle pull of threads moving him into a certain direction. It would have been annoying if he didn’t enjoy these kind of games on a fundamental level. So he kept moving into that pull, noticing his steps were taking him to the Great Tower itself.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]The University of seven towers; Origins, Creation, Numerals, Thought, Justice, Celestials, and the Great Tower itself. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]By now the entire building, as great as it was, was now locked down. Nobody could come in or out without the expressed permission of the Voice or his seconds. Stragglers still within the building would be detained for questioning outside of the building. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]He wasn’t overly concerned with the ones that were already detained though. Somewhere there Carach could sense someone who had avoided detection - not surprising, with how large the University of Onderon was.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]It made him happy to find such a place of learning amidst the chaos of the moment. For him it was important to know that they weren’t [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]just[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] busying themselves with destroying, annihilating and meaningless efforts like that.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]There had to be [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]more[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] to it than that.[/SIZE]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Craters pocked the University campus, smoldering canyons where distant artillery fire had ground the stone and grass into glassed rock and ashy dirt. The Blackblade Guard fanned out in all directions, subduing any students that still remained with vicious efficiency that ranged from stun bolts to brutally ramming the butt of their combat rifle directly into the miscreant's jaw and all manner of physical abuse. Sniveling, bruised, and beaten the students were led out in neatly aligned rows just to be shoved into a nondescript Imperial transport to be carted off for processing. Already other elements of the invading Sith army had spread out across the university, the most notable were [member="Darth Carach"] (whom Vornskr could faintly feel, brooding in the Force) and Commander [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] (whom Vornskr was previously unacquainted with until now) who also stood in the courtyard with the President of the campus.

"Commander" he boomed, "Why do hang onto this piece of meat?" He directed his gaze towards the trembling president at Konrad's side, his mouth curling into a frown of disgust as he beheld the worthless worm that Konrad had managed to hook. "Kill him and be done with it, we have no time to waste on vermin..." He turned to look at the towering spires of the university, his disgust only growing more apparent as he found himself constantly looking upon overly bright white stone. He turned back to his Blackblade command, "Sack the towers, and topple them to the ground. The faster we're done with this, the better."

[ 4 / 20 ]​

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: 2 - Destroy the University
Location: The Galactic Republic University of Onderon.
Allies: The One Sith
Enemies: Everyone else
Post: [5/20]

Konrad smirked upon hearing [member="Darth Vornskr"]'s question.

"I thought the old man would enjoy witnessing the destruction of this 'fine' instruction before his execution, but you're right." Konrad unsheathed his blade then proceeded to cut off all four of the President's limbs, leaving him as nothing more than a torso and a head. Unsatisfied with his work, Konrad stabbed the sword into the man's abdomen, pinning him to the ground.

"Look after this sword, ensure it is still her when I return unless you want me to hunt down your family and enslave them to the One Sith as compensation for the lost sword," Konrad sneered at the President.

Konrad then turned to his men bored with watching and anxious to join the destruction. "Throughly destroy this disgusting symbol of the outdated Republic. If even a stone remains, you will all be disciplined accordingly."

Once Konrad had finished speaking his battalion re-entered the campus, ready to erase the eyesore from Iziz.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Objective: ????
Location: Throne Room
Post: 2/20


Oceans rise and fall over lifetimes, eventually all walls tumble down. Here you are in the high walls of a great city. Will you join your brothers and sisters in their slaughter? My how nothings changed, it must be agony as people go mad and die. Tell me, what is worse? Being slain and left to die in the streets, fear seeping into your bones as you are chased by a hunter? Or being the hunter, standing over your slain prey and knowing in the end it was truly all for nothing?

"Fate deals a sad hand." Kentarch said as he watched the city Iziz burn, he did not pity them. He did not bother to look at Adekos's smashed droids. He imagined somewhere the man was robbing this planet blind for every penny it was worth. In this case, taking even the big fancy chairs cemented into the ground. Meanwhile some underlord or power broker was dealing with a Hand allowing them to rule officially as long as the planet and economy was left intact. Oh the irony. Kentarch almost laughed.

All reigns end, what matters is whether it ends in truth or blood. Fate is not a force that will come to judge. Does an heir have the right to reign if the power is taken from them? Does a chosen one every truly lose what is theirs by rite?

"We all lose something." Kentarch stated. He stood from the throne which he had put back into place. Yet his mind did not worry the consequences of smashing another Sith Lord's droids. Instead he gazed out over the balcony in front of him. His attention turned to the great university ready to leveled by eager Sith troops. Funny, the Jedi once struck from the record the great amounts of Sith knowledge in the many times they captured Korriban. Now the Sith do the same thing. Was it revenge? Or would people argue in the days to pass the ancient dogma made the Sith and Jedi the same.

Mistakes of the past will always cloud your judgement. Even now the repetition of history makes you question your convictions. Does it bother you, that deep down inside you know the answers?


"I don't Know."

 

[Darth Centax]

Location: Royal Palace, East Wing - Kitchens.
Mission: 12 to Go.
Objective: 2a Seize the Palace
Post: [2/20]

Guards piled out of the door, which he kicked back firmly into ones face to slow them down, vaulting backwards at a somersault, young and agile, in his fighting prime almost. The young Zeltrix cleared around the corner taking only two shots towards him, one a glancing but painful shot to his armored ribs, the other hitting the saber he hastily readied. Not with the skill yet to deflect the bolts back into their attackers, he was learning deflection slowly but surely to make these encounters less painful, but still had a ways to go.

Never wanting to back down from a fight but also in no hurry to throw his life away. Rounding the corner, he fitted a frag charge to the side of the wall. The sound of their hurrying footsteps drawing closer, 4 seconds should do it, or so he assumed. The Zeltrix took the door back to the left, to essentially put him in a U turn back to the room the guards had come out from... and he found himself in the palace kitchens of all places.

Kitchen door closing ahead of him, he'd have to play this smart, Kylath couldn't take 12 in the hallway, no way. Locking and then listening at the metal door behind him, the surface was polished but practical given this was a kitchen, like most of the items here silver or grey, and he tiptoed over the floors, avoiding loose pots or squeaking surfaces as best his sith trooper armor would allow.

One man thumped on the locked door behind, but the explosion from the corner he'd rigged thankfully gave him some cover for the noise, taking out three of his attackers in a rocking crash which echoed along the halls. 9 now, that still left about 6 too many for him to handle. Time to stalk them, anger clouded across his eyes, with the veins on his neck beginning to bulge, he couldn't know how many were left alive, but strangely he was beginning not to care.

They could flee or fall, they still had that choice.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=5/20]​

Objective: Having fun
Location: In space
Allies: None
Enemies: None

"She's strangling him!”

The choking went on for seconds that felt like hours, Melori’s breathing the counterpoint to the dying gasps. The captain knew she should cut the connection, but she couldn't. Cutting it would feel like abandoning her comrade.

"Tell me what I want to know," said a woman’s voice, Melori’s voice. "And your death will be easier."

They heard a pained gasp and a deep inhalation, followed by cursing in Twi'leki.

"Very well," the voice said.

There was the sound of gagged again, gasping, and then silence. Then a thump sounded, something heavy but soft falling to the deck.

The navigator screamed a curse. The captain’s heart was a hammer on her ribs, but she said nothing. There was nothing to be said. The only sound was breathing carrying over the comm.

"Cut if off!”

The captain stared at the comm, open but muted on their end. The breathing grew louder, as if the Sith had picked up the comm to study it or hold it close to her face. The breathing. The breathing.

"Cut it!”

The captain realised she was holding her breath. She seemed unable to breathe.

There was only Melori’s respiration, regular as a pendulum. Loud. Ominous.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Objective 2B: Secure Knowledge[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Location: The University[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Post: [04/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Close… so close. But where are you, little birdy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]The soft tick of his cane against the flooring echoed through the halls. They were deserted of life and purpose - or so it seemed. But the closer he was pulled into the web, the more he realized he was not alone here, not at all. In the distance he could hear battle cries and explosions going off, his Royal Guard linking up with the forces of [member="Darth Vornskr"] and his cohort. Which boded well, the Blackblades were disciplined and ruthless in their efficiency - with their aid this operation would be handled much faster.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]But that serenade of fate still tugged at him. The cane hummed softly to him, perhaps in warning, perhaps in anticipation of what was to come. Carach didn’t know for sure, but [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]something[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] was going to happen in the next fe-[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]There[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]His steps had taken him into office of the Headmaster. An office that should have been cleared, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]had[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] been cleared and yet here the Sith Lord stood, facing the back of a tall Neti.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“You will not have it.” her voice was soft, peaceful, but there was an undercurrent of iron flowing through it all. Power hummed from her - a Jedi Master, then. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“You interrupted me, Sith. But it matters not.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]A swift movement from the tree-like creature followed, as she turned around and started weaving the threads of the Force in wide-arcs, a telekinetic blast sent crashing against him.[/SIZE]

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: Carpe Palatium
Location: Onderon Royal Palace
Posts: [05/20]

Mentioned: [member="Darth Kentarch"] | @Grimoire

It was very strange that Darth Kentarch was unconcerned with Darth Adekos. Considering that Adekos had been in the throne room interrogating the palace's staff and had now been witness to the destruction of his property as well as the theft of his throne. The Umbaran watched in silence, mentally commanding the droids not to interfere. Otherwise they would have shot Kentarch several dozen times in the back. The captives Adekos had been present with groveled and screamed as the throne was telekinetically wrested into the air and then slammed back into its original spot. Kentarch, still ignoring the entirety of his surroundings, then took his seat upon it.

The droids wordlessly began to round up the prisoners and escort them into an adjacent room for further screening. Adekos remained, if only for the spectacle of watching Kentarch talk to himself. Just as he was about to comment, someone buzzed in on his commlink. Truthfully he had no idea who they were or how they had gotten this number or why suddenly he was in charge of the whole looting process. Maybe since he was the first one here. Something this impudent little toad who had intercepted his throne had no appreciation for!

Adekos relayed no orders back, not immediately, as now he was focused on watching as Kentarch meandered off of the throne to go stand on the balcony. Beneath his mask, his face contorted into an expression crossed between disgust and annoyance. Who the hell was this guy? Why was he talking to himself? Questions Adekos really did not care to answer. The shattered forms of the Sentinel Droids Kentarch had smashed began to twitch and roughly reassemble as they were reanimated back into junk golems. They carried out their original orders, gathering up the throne once again and proceeding towards the exit.

"If you touch my property again," Adekos called over, rather candidly, to the interloping Sith, "I'm almost certainly going to kill you."

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Vrag"]

[1/20]

The rather unassuming form of the Sith Lord Darth Ferus stepped into the room with both the Hand and this.. Beast person. He was late, which was rather odd for him, but Ferus didn't seem to mind much. His right arm, and currently only arm, raised up to his lips to stifle a yawn. It was almost like he had been sleeping, a rarity given his past. A single red eye glanced between the two before he finally spoke, his voice raspy as can be.

"I know I'm late for the Dxun thing, but there's a temple there I'm claiming. Its a place of darkness, so I dont think there will Be any objections, but I've been wrong in the past." Quick and to the point, and oblivious to what ever may have happened prior.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Objective: Get talked to death
Post: Cinq
Enemies: All y’alll [member="Reverance"] [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Tirdarius"]

Was he really hearing all this?

How did he find himself in such a strange bastardization of the Sith. It was a Jedi, their lives were forfeit any time that they stepped up against a superior being. And in Lucas’s mind that dead police officer (187 on a mother frakking cop) was worth more than the Jedi’s life.

They were filled with weakness, a desire to use the Force, the galaxy’s ultimate source of power and authority, to protect, and to hardness it for the service of others. They could be gods, they could be rulers, but instead they were servants, slaves, and owned by the Republic they served. Lucas was not going to fall into that same mold. He was going to prove to the galaxy the Sith were the supreme rule.

For Lucas, it wasn’t a habit to kill the Jedi as they came along, it was really a habit to kill all of those who came along. Should anyone find the apartment he had, set up by some mysterious company, on Coruscant, they would see just how deep the rabbit hole had the potential to go. No, he wasn’t collecting blood sample trophies on a slide,

Submit to orders? Who sorer? Some lame Sith who wasn’t even a Darth? That was nearly all of them now. They were false Sith, and Lucas was going to have none of their garbage. Not when he was feeling such a malaise. He looked from the long winded Sith with a ‘go find someone who cares’ look and back to the Jedi.

queen… He looked at her, feeling the sick wash over him. That lump in your throat that you just want to swallow down, but its better to just let it out, but he wasn’t going to. Taking his red blade, and locking the switch in place, he took to throw it, hoping to arc it towards the Jedi and holding back his vomit until he could see the weapon arc in towards the green skinned alien.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Objective 2B: Secure Knowledge[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Location: The University[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Post: [05/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Oh dear.[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] A moment after that thought pure kinetic energy crashed into him and sent him flying into the wall of the office. Feth. His thoughts were already forming the threads to break through her mind and crush it -- but something happened, all of a sudden Carach could not see any longer. Disorientation was followed by a voice: husky, rasped with age and hazy, it talked to him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]So much pain, child. Sadness. But a Sith you are and one that has traveled too far. Your existence is forfeited[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px].”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Pain erupted next.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]That was the thing about pain though. Part of Carach wondered why the Jedi kept making the same old mistake time and time again. The Sith were [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]empowered[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] by pain, those who were far onto the path were granted clarity, purpose, power from it and that was what happened with the Voice. The moment the pain entered his system… well, the haze that clouded his mind dissipated. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Carach could see again. She had been manipulating his body - Morichro perhaps. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]The Neti didn’t notice that her effect on him was gone and he utilized that. His hand lashed out, lightning erupting from the tips of his fingers, hitting her in the back. Electrical currents started to rage across her tall tree-like body.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]In the meanwhile while their Master was fighting the Neti the Royal Guard was all but finished with two of the eight towers. Sheer numbers, analytical minds of the droid and access to the systems allowed them to process things quickly, augmented with Vornskr’s troops it only went faster and faster.[/SIZE]

 

[Vrag]

Vrag ran her fingers through her messy hair, sweeping back the unruly strands of red and black as she looked around the small room for her helmet. A helpful nod into the right direction pulled her gaze to the right, and with a sigh, the Hand of the Dark Lord yanked one of the overturned chairs back to herself.

Plopping down on the seat, the woman snapped at Dhaladii as if it was its fault that her usual methods were proving quite unsucessful in dealing with the Beastia. She was patient, more so than many of her peers, and still she could feel frustration mounting.

It was no wonder she ruled all of the Beast Tribes.

Like a good piece of living, breathing organic equipment, the helmet crawled back to its owner, and Vrag grabbed hold of it with practiced ease. Anyone else trying to do that would get their hand bitten off — or worse — while the firrerreo merely scratched the Vonduun as she coaxed the oggzil from its slumber.

“Commander,” she hailed one of the officers directing the legions across the city. Her voice was unusually… breathless. Fuck.

“Do not engage in hostilities with the Beast Riders under any circumstance. They will aid our troops in tearing down the Academy and the edifices of the Republic govern… ment.”

Vrag blinked once, very slowly.

:: Lady Hand? ::

She let out a long breath.

:: Lady Hand, is that all? ::

“Just… don’t fuck anything up.”
And then the line went dead, because Lady Hand had other things to do. Other people, too.

~​

​

The negotiations, such as they were, had long concluded by the time a lanky man made of shadow and smoke stumbled through the door. How he might have found the two leaders was uncertain, seeing as they'd picked the most unassuming of houses, but that was neither here nor there. Vrag supposed that the best assassin in the One Sith ought to be able to find the Hand in a city… even if it was the size of Alaska.

Ygdris and Dhaladii were both firmly in place again, the last of the crab folding over her forearms and fingers as she turned around to face the source of the voice.

"Darth Ferus."

She cocked her head to the side, the simple greeting devoid of any inflection. Whatever little she had, she'd expended in her verbal skirmish with the Beastia. Or was that mental?

"You are late, and you are… infringing."

Okay, so maybe there was some inflection left over still. Decidedly colder than what she'd offered the Beastia, however. She didn't take lightly to people trespassing in her territory, physical or otherwise. Especially when they walked in with such an air of conviction and nonchalance. Yawning? Really?

Vonduun coiled against her, but she swallowed the urge to curl her fingers into a fist. Maybe it was the light feeling of satisfaction still coursing through her veins, or maybe that she had no desire to resort to violence for the second time in as many hours.

"Dxun is under the Beastia's jurisdiction," she continued and waved to the blonde beside her. "You can talk to her."

[member="Quietus"] | [member="Darth Ferus"]​

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Objective: ????
Location: Throne Room
Posts: 3/20

"What is happening?"

You are losing grip on your reality. The past and present are bleeding into one, none of this is real. Soon you will see me, and I will be able to see you too. Though the times have changed and names are forgotten, its always good to see a familiar face.

The Sith Lord lowered his head, his hands came up to cover his ears, as if he was trying to block out the voices. As the moments passed they become more distracting, more bothersome. As he turned the light and shadows changed, there a lone figure who wearing an iron crown watched out over the city Iziz for the rail of the balcony. Suddenly the figure turned to Kentarch, and he beheld the man's sulfur eyes, a Sith Lord. For a moment Kentarch believed the man was looking at him, until the crowned figure passed through him, a phantom, Kentarch watched the figure walked to the corridors beyond the throne room. Rubbing his hands across his face, when his eyes opened again he saw [member="Darth Adekos"]. For a moment he thought the guy was a joke. I mean here was a Sith Lord beating up some helpless people, while wearing a cobra commander helmet, so he could open a vault. Really? was the only thing Kentarch thought to himself. The small man made some death threat, like a spoiled child who just had his toy taken.

Kentarch did not bother with the overblown sith, he left him to his trinkets. He turned and made off in the direction the phantom had passed. Walking down the great hall and down into several side chambers. Yet the phantom of Nadd vanished. Searching through the force Kentarch sought to find where the ghost had gone. Perhaps his mind was once again back in control, a momentary lapse in his power.

"Nothing?"

There is a mystery here Kentarch. Perhaps another lesson for old time's sake. Something is happening to you that has happened once before. But I'll give a clue to what you stumble around. Its a name, Amanoa.

Like a flood the voice returned to his head. In the corner of his eye he though a darkened figure closed in behind him. Whipping around Lightsaber ready, he found only nothing aside the signs or more shameless looting. Amanoa. A Naddists, she died in the tomb deep beneath the palace. Supposedly taking a secret passage through some catacombs. Nadd and the Tomb were long gone, moved to Dxun. Was it a trap? Was he to go to this sacred place, only to be consumed by the voice in his head. The name forgotten?

"Taxiarch."

Soon the time will come, in a meeting of minds. I will ask and you will answer.

 

[Thalia Rist]

Location: Iziz Palace, Private Wing, Queens Chamber.​

Post: 3/20​

People nearby/relevant: [member="Darth Adekos"]r [member="Darth Ophidia"]​

​

Thalia watched as the saber sheered through the metal and without a second's hesitation she didnt stop her body but her hand continued towards her side as a small cylinder found her hand. In a second the short silver blade of the shoto saber leapt out and she thrust with it at Ophidia. She wanted the woman dead and while the blade traveled her other hand ran to her other side, closing on the blaster and trying to yank it free so to fill Ophidia's chest with the weapon's bursts. She would not let the woman get away, she would not let her steal her mother without taking something for herself. And if she could it would be the woman's life.​

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All while this happened the remaining guards in the wing had set up a perimeter around the room while one of them was trying to force the doors open. They were frantic in their workings, the door having been designed against such a thing and as such leaving them to scramble and try and get the codes from the few people whom they still had communication with. Things were thrown into chaos by the intervention of the Sith into the home that had been meant for the leaders of Onderon and now they could not even protect them because of that very home.​

​

The spike in emotion, the franticness and the anger from Thalia filled every inch of the private wings, alerting nearly anyone with force sensitivity of what was going on and for a few long moments it spiked higher yet. The bloodlust mixing into it and the pain filling its corridors, it leaked through the walls and floors, drawn out like a ringed out rag.​

 

[Reverance]

Objective: I do what I want
Location: Iziz
Allies: [member="Lucas Gravois"] | [member="Tirdarius"]
Enemies: [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Post 3/20

The green thing was trying to be clever. Clever wouldn't cut it. He bared his teeth as he watched the tangle between Tirdarius and the whelp of a sith. Although he had ambition and guts, soon to be relieved of one of those things, Reverance couldn't help but smile. Seeing the young man mess with his lightsaber, fixed on the notion of his beating soon upon him, Reverance lifted up his left hand. He had done a mere force push, he had a sickening reservoir of power left and an overly giddy nature towards it's utilization. And as Lucas looked to toss the lightsaber, telegraphed with a pull back of his arm and a launch forward, the beast was unleashed from the center of his palm.

A jackal in it's own right, thumping forward across the blood stones left in the wake. Until teeth clamped down on embolden saber hilt, red beam pouring out without any control. And like a dog with a rope around it's neck, Reverance yanked back. His intent to pull the hilt away from the grasp of the boy and fling it into a building nearby. If the boy bare teeth, then he deserves them ripped out. And maybe next, the tongue would follow. But in turn, he fixed his crimson eye on the green woman and started walking forward with a particular gait. The sort of a monsterous Rancor, given a husk of a corpse to consume for his own purposes. This fight was no longer for the young man but instead, the Wrath. Especially if she decided to try and run.

"What did I say about running?" He said with a tilt of his head, his lightsaber flicking outward in presentation. Too bad about the eye of the voxyn, blocked by rancor bone. He might have picked up on the fixation of the young Sith, now on the blades edge of Tirdarius. But for all he knew, this was merely flesh and bone. Currency he was more than happy to spend.

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

Post 5/20
Objective: Stop the killing of civilians
Location: Iziz
Others in proximity: [member="Lucas Gravois"] | [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Reverance"]

In what would no doubt be reflected on as the biggest tactical mistake made on the field today, the boy's response to his impending death had been to lock his lightsaber on and throw it, not at the approaching Sith Lord, but rather beyond him, towards the Jedi girl. Such single-mindedness might have been admirable, had he not been so misguided. How did one such as this ever earn a lightsaber?, he was left to wonder, reflecting that someone had clearly failed in the teaching of this one. Not to worry, it's an error I shall correct.

The boy had dodged the two bursts of Lightning that Tirdarius had directed his way, but had not made any other attempt to evade the Sith Lord's predatory advance, the former brandishing his dark-blue lightsaber with clear intent. As patient as I am, you have run out of time to waste it. He could sense that the Acolyte's weapon had been claimed by one far stronger than him, a disarmament that only served to demonstrate the foolishness of relinquishing your blade prior to engaging in battle.

He did not like to strike down one thusly unarmed, but it would be better to murder this one in cold blood than to allow his penchant for disobedience and violence remain unchecked. You brought this on yourself, boy, he informed the child silently as he closed to cutting distance. Another, he might have allowed a little mercy, given opportunity to rehabilitate and mend his recklessness, but this one had burned through what chances he had, so the conclusion was all but written.

Another step, bringing him ever closer, the dark-blue blade flashing out, a simple flick of the wrist that took it cutting from left to right at the boy's neck height, a blow intending to decapitate and end this absurdity once and for all. Perhaps a clean execution might have been better, but at least you can die with the dignity you lacked in life, the Sith Lord reflected, preparing himself for the soft sizzle and momentary sensation of resistance that suggested that the boy's life was being extinguished.

It'll be over soon, he promised silently. Time for you to let go.

 

[Darth Centax]

Location: Royal Palace, East Wing - Kitchens.
Mission: 9 to Go.
Objective: 2a Seize the Palace
Post: [3/20]

Head around the door, four he saw back in the original corridor, all walking to the direction of the explosion. Unlike last time there was activity, they were alerted, thankfully they were alerted in the opposite direction. This final game of ring around the bodies was about to prove lethally effective.

Saber disengaged, he walked around the door, steps in time with the man ahead, watching him place his feet to mask the Zeltrix’s own approach. Tap on his shoulder, the guard shot around, straight into a paw like hand, knuckles bent. The sharp snap hit took the man’s breath while he gasped for air, Kylath left him and his crushed windpipe to die while he advanced on the next man.

Which proved a mistake.

A sudden gasp as the guard died behind, alerted the man ahead, not fast enough though, Kylath’s palm strike struck the exposed temple of the next guard, breaking his temple and sending him toward the ground. Caught by Kylath, he pulled the guard in front of him, raising the man’s own blaster to exchange fire with the last two guards.

At this range it was a brief but lethal exchange of fire, and they shot accurately, sadly for Kylath’s human shield who took the fire. Pulling the body back to the doorway he gunned them both down, and walked back into the kitchen, locking the door behind him. Locked inside, that left 5 guards surrounding the kitchen and two doors now to cover. The odds didn’t look so good because he'd lost all element of surprise. Kicking the nearest table in front of the right door, they were almost through the left…

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Reverance"]


What in the Force are they up to, Jacen thought to himself as the Sith exchanged words. His right hand twisted open and closed several times as he resisted the urge to step in. Maybe after this he would be chaining Chevu to Gabriel instead of imposing restrictions on the Wrath's twin.

Whatever it was the Sith were up to - and when the wind changed it seemed to Jacen to involve lots of bloviation - it came to a head suddenly. Subtle eddies in the Force signalled his time of inaction was at an end. The Wrath's saber came up towards the naive Alliance Knight and Jacen was moving. The distant, yet familiar hum of a repulsor engine was small solace in the nightmare he seemed to have stepped into. No armour, no preparation, one rifle, one lightsaber, one trap. It wasn't enough.

One smooth motion and the rifle was in his arms and locked into a familiar position. There was a quiet click as it was set to three round burst, followed by a quiet beep as it protested at the modifications he had made to overpower it.

The trigger was gently depressed and three bolts lanced across the distance. He'd deliberately aimed low. Firing as his chest would have put Chevu at too great a risk from a simple deflection. Instead the first would hit the ground right before Reverance, and Jacen allowed the second two to pull upwards from there towards the legs. The overpowered bolt would hopefully send a cloud of debris and superheated duracrete up to cause some more confusion.

Run Chevu! this time the thought was sent telepathically rather than kept to himself. Jacen leapt over the railing of the small civilian abode, coming back down to the ground floor and taking up position at another window for another round of shots. Already the side of the rifle radiated warmth in a manner that it was not supposed to.

[member="Tirdarius"]
[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Lucas Gravois"]