Claim the Beast [OS Dominion of Onderon]

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: Carpe Palatium
Location: Onderon Royal Palace
Posts: [06/20]

"What is happening?"

Adekos rolled his eyes, a futile gesture behind his mask. This trespasser clearly only had a tentative grip on his surroundings. "Is that a serious question? I'm threatening you. Leave." The Sith who had once been squatting on the throne rubbed his face and gave the Umbaran a perplexed look. He lingered for a moment more before slinking out, ostensibly to chase the magic dragon or whatever vivid hallucinations were plaguing his addled mind. Truly this would go poorly for Darth Adekos in the future, having sown the seeds of animosity against a Sithling whose single claim to relevance was bearing resemblance to Darth Vectivus.

Darth Vectivus... Only without the wealth, influence, competence, mastery of the Dark Side, or inherent likability.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out, toad." He called after Kentarch as he slunk after the phantom. It was this line of thinking that lead Adekos to a more productive train of thought- namely the doors of the throne room. What lovely doors the Izizi had invested in. If he could get a couple droids up here with screwdrivers and ladders, the doors could be taken out for sale as well. Behind his mask, little credit signs appeared in his eyes again. This was happening a lot today. It wasn't often that he was ordered to loot the seat of one of the galaxy's more prominently known monarchs.

He was getting ahead of himself, however. Once the matter with the vault was resolved, he could move on. With the throne once again secured for sale and his golems dutifully carrying it off to a waiting cargo freighter, Adekos was free to regroup with his subordinates and continue the interrogations. He paused several minutes longer to appraise the curtains before turning on a heel and exiting the throne room.

 

[Reverance]

Objective: Trying to not get shot
Location: Iziz
Allies: [member="Lucas Gravois"] | [member="Tirdarius"]
Enemies: [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Post 4/20

His hunger for the Mirialan grew with proximity, the green sheen of desperation trickling down her flesh. Big doe eyes, realization of error crossing her expression. Each step was as methodical as it was reckless, a trot as his whimsical fantasies of destruction took him to very dark places. The sort that split the skin, dancing marionettes with strings of sinew, scraping shavings from the bone to make the meal. He tilted his head as he approached her, a nonchalance that gave no true detail to the masochism he might have planned for this woman. She was a butterfly stuck now in the web and he was interested in seeing just how hard he could pull, before the wings broke from the body. But like all good things, it would come to an end.

The blaster smacked against stone at his feet, sending up debris and dirt as the body instinctively moved to protect itself. A shimmer of fire, translucent and bloody, cast an orbital glow around the entirety of his body, extended from an outwardly held left hand. The next two bolts rippled against the force barrier, sending residual energetic simmers across the palm of his left hand. A transference of damage, he looked up towards the origin of the bolts and barred his teeth, reactionary. Nothing.

Backup, in a place like this, his crimson eye landed upon the woman as he maintained the energy field but stopped his movement fueled by predatory instinct. "What makes you so important? A Sith focuses on you, another protects you, and someone hidden the dark?" He lifted the corner of lip, revealing a sharp and hungry canine. "You don't seem so special to me...except maybe as a doormat." He said thoughtfully, the potential for abuse so widespread and rampant, that he felt spoiled for choice.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Objective: Run forest run
Location: Iziz
Allies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Tirdarius"]
Enemies: [member="Lucas Gravois"] [member="Reverance"]
Unknown: [member="Draco Vereen"]
5/20

Had all of the Sith Lords gone mad with dark side corruption? They were turning on the weaker one, like Nexu circling a wounded gazelle. Had the young Sith disobeyed orders? Or was it simply that she was a scrap of meat to starving predators. Either way Chevu was seriously questioning her life choices as the Wrath of the Dark Lord began to advance on her with the speed of an animal. In her mind, a voice pierced right though.

Run Chevu!

It was the familiar tenor of Master Voidstalker. The Jedi Master was here on Onderon somewhere, but Force only knew his exact whereabouts. When the shots rang out, she had her answer. Sort of. Jacen was somewhere close, perhaps under cover high up in a building. Reverance thwarted Jacen's blaster fire, throwing up a barrier against the beams, and then continued his beeline for the Mirialan, hatred soaking his expression. She deactivated her saber with a gulp. Panic flooded her bloodstream as the Mirialan turned and ran as fast as she could towards in the direction of the nearest spaceport. She didn't dare look back.

The Marshal had given her an order, and gorram it, she would follow.

As she ran, she knew that the way he looked at her would haunt her dreams for months.

 

[Quietus]

NEGOTIATIONS: END

The blond beast woman gave the encroaching Sith a leery glance, green eyes flashing with apparent distaste. He was uninvited, rude, demanding and displaying a regrettable amount of nonchalance; the Beastia was neither impressed nor given to thoughts of generosity. Typical Sith.

No.

Broad armored shoulders were the first to clear the entry way of this little makeshift point of politics en route back out into the warm afternoon sun and the barren city byway. She'd been here many times before, but this was only the second time Quietus could recall the silence of the city in such absoluteness.

The first time had been in the late stages of the Gulag Plague.

Eyes closing, senses flooding her surroundings, she sought to make good on a promise and sent back a message to her bonded sitting in wait within Halcyon Citadel: [member="Lucianus Adair"]

It is done. We move to destroy the Academy and clear the lands for Scarside. Join us.

A rushing of winds above her head mixed with a low, guttural roar announced the arrival of Miir, her skreev mount. Descending the steps she made to meet the beast in the open space of the street, mounting in one fluid motion. It gave a screech to pierce the skies and in the distance dozens of beast calls answered in reply.

It was time for the Beast Riders to join the fun.


~~~~~~~~
NEW OBJECTIVE
C. Join the Beast Riders to help clear an area of wild jungle that will be the location for the new prison town: Scarside Ridge. The beasts at this chosen location are wild and rank - kill them, if you can.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"I keep forgetting how rude some people can get." Ferus spoke rather casually as [member="Quietus"] brushed past him. There was a slight shrug to [member="Vrag"] as his single red eye glanced about. He wasn't here to negotiate, just sort of stick his head in to see how a hand negotiates. He always figured negotiations were more of a Voice or a Will thing, but who was he to judge. "People never want to see me for some reason. It's almost like there are sticks where they don't belong." The man was clearly unaware or uncaring of his own rudeness. Then again, he was tasked with killing people, not chatting them up.

"I assume this is where you'll brush aside with a scoff or a roll of the eyes like a superior being?" There wasn't any hint of sarcasm or rudeness with what he said. He was genuinely curious of the Hand he knew so very little about.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: Carpe Palatium
Location: Onderon Royal Palace
Posts: [07/20]

The captives and the droids guarding them were only a short distance away in one of the palace's grander hallways. Much to Adekos' surprise, two of them, a man and a women, were standing off to the side shifting nervously. One of them looked to be of some sort of nobility, a courtier perhaps judging by her dress. Another looked more like a lowly maintenance officer. If these were the people who the combination had been entrusted to, they were an unlikely duo. "Commander, what are these two doing standing separate?" The Darth addressed this to the only Sentinel Droid with a red-trimmed chestplate. Ostensibly, that was the commander.

"These organics claim to posses the second and fourth combination fragments necessary to access the vault."

"How wonderfully convenient." Adekos turned to face the two of them directly. "Is this true?"

They both assured him that was the case. It was unwise to lie to Sith, especially the Umbaran ones. Not only were the Shadow Folk a deceptive race themselves, they had a knack for detecting it in others. The courtier nervously clutched at her dress, gripping fistfuls of it as if it were the only thing holding her in place and fidgeting nervously. The maintenance officer was a lot more composed but sweating profusely, rubbing his wedding band every few moments for reassurance. Undoubtedly these two minor characters had names, backstories, families, and motivations. None of which would be explored in great detail, as they were only relevant to Adekos so far as the fact that they could open the vault.

The two were being honest as far as he and the Force could discern.

"And the third? Where is he?"

"We believe it to have been the Lieutenant we detained."

"Oh? Bring him here."

"Yessir."

Two Sentinel droids rounded the corner, dragging a corpse garbed in the uniform of a royal guard over to Adekos. The poor Lieutenant was still spasming and an off-colored yellow froth continually spilled from his mouth. The movements were pure muscle reflex by this point. One only needed to look into his eyes to see that all traces of life had left this man. He was going to go out on a limb and assume the droids suspected the lieutenant because the man had killed himself with a poison tablet rather than allow the information be extracted from him once he saw the other two come forward. Either that or it was a rousing display of patriotism and pride. Better to die than be captive, yes? Or perhaps it was a distraction to keep the heat off of whoever did have the fourth part of the combination.

"Bring these two and the corpse to the vault. Keep these people here as well, just in case we missed something." Well, dead or not, there was only one way to be certain that this Lieutenant wasn't the one he was looking for. And Adekos had the perfect individuals for the job...

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=7/20]​

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

The captain finally got ahold of herself and exhaled, thinking of he awful gasps that had been the last sounds her friend had made.

"Your allies are dying," Melori said, and the words made the captain wince.

She slammed her hand on the comm, cutting it short.

Silence.

Melori stepped from the lift and used the Force to augment her speed, sprinting through the smoky, crowded corridors. She saw a Twi'lek repair crew ahead, four men and a woman. They navigated an antigrav tool-and-parts pallet through the corridor, and nothing about them looked suspicious. She didn't care. She ignited her lightsaber, and when she did, the Twi'leks had only a moment to register her approach before she cut them down in rapid succession. She left five corpses behind her as he pelted onward.

A Twi'lek male with green skin and a blaster rifle, making himself small against the bulkhead, opened fire at her. The red line of her lightsaber flashed, deflecting the shots back at the Twi'lek, putting a dark hole in his chest and another in his face.

As she stalked down the corridor, a second Twi'lek darted out from around the corner, a blaster pistol spewing red bolts. She simply deflected them, extended her free hand, and used the Force to take hold of the Twi'lek's blaster. When she jerked the pistol from the alien's hand and into her own, the Twi'lek reached for a second blaster holstered on his thigh. Without breaking stride, Melori hurled her lightsaber, and the spinning blade cut the Twi'lek in two. She dropped the blaster to the floor, and, with her other hand, used the Force to recall her blade to her hand.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: Carpe Palatium
Location: Onderon Royal Palace
Posts: [08/20]

He was doing a lot of walking today, but walking was good for his health. Probably. Adekos returned to the vault, joining back up with the captive adviser and the Sentinel droids. The adviser looked about as disheveled and frantic as when Adekos had left him. Seeing the other two pieces of the puzzle as well as the corpse being carried in tow made him groan in distress. The courtier was fighting tears at this point, and the maintenance officer continued his sweaty stoicism. Truly a more interesting panel of individuals had never before been assembled. To think they had all been randomly entrusted with a segment of this combination and wound up in each other's company this way. Fate was a fickle mistress.

Darth Adekos wondered whether they would all become friends if he locked them up in a cell together. They could come up with a campy name for themselves, like... The Brunch Guild. Yes, that sounded just lovely. A coming of age movie could be directed about it. It'd be wildly popular, he was sure. Very profitable business. He'd commission the screenplay later. Right now, there were more important things to do. "Here, you two stand over by your friend." Adekos said, waving them over towards the adviser. "Oh, and just put him down there." The Sentinel droids unceremoniously dropped the Lieutenant. The frothing had died down by now and at one point on the way here Adekos had to have the corpse tipped on its side to drain it out of its mouth.

Gruesome stuff, really.

"Which hand did he use to put that little suicide pill in his mouth?"

"Left."

"Left it is, then. Hold his arm up, will you?"

The Sentinel droid did as instructed, allowing Darth Adekos to clean slice the lieutenant's arm off at the elbow with a single stroke of his lightsaber. The courtier screamed.

 

[Vrag]

NEGOTIATIONS: EPILOGUE

With the helmet back on, Vrag remained oblivious to what exactly was going through the Beastia's mind, but then again, you didn't need a mental connection to figure out what the seething glare was meant to convey. Even the Hand, who was indubitably not the most gifted of people when it came to EQ, could feel the anger radiating from [member="Quietus"].

She'd known [member="Darth Ferus"] to be a reasonable, calculative man, and not exactly prone to rash behavior. Certainly not so rash as to insult a planetary ruler in their own domain. Sith or not, Vrag had never known Dun Möch not to backfire on its user.

Then the man went on to insult not only a planetary ruler, but the Hand as well, and whatever remained of her relaxed afterglow bled away through the door that the Beastia had pushed open. A sharp breeze pulled through, howling past her ears as she considered the Shadow before her with her head cocked to the side ever so slightly. Dhaladii perked its horns, knowing what would happen even before its owner.

The firrerreo wasn't in the habit of rolling her eyes at people. That's what [member="Darth Carach"] would do; she, on the other hand, was where she was because she had a proclivity for punching things.

So she would punch the source of her annoyance, her fist moving from her side without warning. A twist of her hips to the right, to really drive the point home along with the hard shell of the Vonduun that would collide with some part of his body faster than you could say 'Kark'.

"Don't talk to me like that."

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Objective 2B: Secure Knowledge[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Location: The University[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Post: [06/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]The moment the Neti lost the advantage of surprise it was over. She was more powerful than him - at least when he wasn’t channeling the Heart and had many more years of experience, but the Jedi didn’t have what [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]he[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] had. And that was an instinct to go in for the kill: after years of war, skirmishes and other campaigns Carach had no hesitations or reservations anymore about killing. Which wasn’t exactly surprising as a Sith Lord, but [member="Vrag"] could attest to the fact that the Voice of Dark Lord did his job [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]very[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] well.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]He talked more than he fought. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]In general, at least[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Carach pressed the advantage. With his lightning afflicting her on the molecular level the Neti Jedi did not have a lot of focus left, his hand flicked to the left and an unseen force swept in, sending her convulsing body flying [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]and crashing[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] into the left wall of the office. That same unseen force grabbed hold of her and threw her into the roof, before the Sith Lord waved his hand down… and crushed her against the flooring.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Once, twice, thrice. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]The floor of the office shattered under the force, even the involuntary convulsions of her body stilled as most of her bodily functions faltered. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]But her mind was alive still… for now.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]The Voice started to walk towards her limp body. He was in no hurry. [/SIZE]

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=8/20]​

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

Melori rushed through the ship, her anger going before her and parting the crew that otherwise choked the halls. She reached the door to the bridge. Four dead pirates lay on the deck, the few that dared to pose her. The control panel and door switch were dead, probably sabotaged from the other side.
Melori ignited her lightsaber.

She took it in a two-handed grip, channeled the Force, channeled her rage, and slammed the blade into the door. It sank an arm's span into the metal. The heat from the weapon made a red-hot circle in the metal around the blade. Melori held on to the hilt and poured in her power. The metal started to surrender to the heat of her weapon, the heat of her wrath.

She would cut through the hatch within a sixty count, and then those that dared attack her would be hers.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

([member="Quietus"]. I'll tackle the new objective)
Location: Nearing the planned area for the Scarside Ridge location.
Objective: Clean jungle house.
Allies: OS
Enemies: Animals
1/20

Do you know how the German army used to train their soldiers to swim? They'd throw them into the water. Human nature never seems to fail, even across space and into a galaxy far, far away. In fact, it was practically the way of the Sith. Power trips and cycles were constantly carried out among the Sith. You might try to hide it behind camaraderie and even deny it. However, no true Sith can ignore the craving to conquer in every way they wish and then go out with a bang after they've had their fill of life. That's not strictly a Sith way of thinking, but it is a concept that is embraced more by the Sith than everyone else.

Jack was on board a transport shuttle graciously provided by the Onderonian government and piloted by Sith. He was one of a few Sith who were sent alongside the Beast Riders to clear out space for a new prison town. The Beast Riders were outside and five minutes behind. Their drexl were fast, but not against their shuttle and the wind. Jack had left the hover pad behind. It wouldn't be useful in the jungle. They set down and he followed his fellow Sith with a passive and anti-social attitude. He was here to do what was needed of him and he was going to learn something useful for once. His lightsaber was at his side and his cloak was emitting a thin, wispy amount of aesthetic smoke that dissipated quickly after coming off of his armor and cape.

The armor and lightsaber design still baffled him, but were useful. He would need someone to take a look at it all and figure it out, not to mention refine it past prototype stage.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Location: Site for Scarside Ridge
Objective: Clean jungle house
Allies: OS
Enemies: Animals.
2/20

Jack and the others were given orders to advance to the south end of the construction site. From there, they would all push forward to the north-most end and clear out the wild life. The area was quite large as it was slated to become a prison. Once Jack and the others arrived, they had to wait for other Sith and the Beast Riders themselves to show up. Once that was accomplished, everyone was divvied up into teams and each team was given a large supply of sound barrier beacons to those who had to travel along the perimeter. Once they had cleared out an area, they were to put up these beacons to drive and keep animals away.

Jack was put in one of the higher risk crews: the crews that had to travel through the middle and most likely encounter monsters. It made sense for the Beast Riders to use their beasts for intimidation along the border, so as to dissuade new arrivals and ambushes before they set up the beacons. However, that didn't keep frustration and resentment from being built up in Jack's stomach. Only trouble would be gained from complaining, so he kept it hidden inside. Those swallowed feelings began to swell slowly as the frustration of the jungle conditions started to enhance his dislike for the situation overall.

It felt like forever before everyone was given the orders to advance. With a small amount of begrudging, a sigh of relief and a mounting feeling of dread, Jack set off to fulfill his duty as a new Sith Acolyte.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Location: Site for Scarside Ridge
Objective: Advance
Allies: OS
Enemies: Animals
3/20

He REALLY wanted to kill an animal right about now! They had been advancing for 5 tense minutes only to run into swarms of insects and bark rats. The bark rats had managed to scare off an Acolyte who was now running around somewhere; lost in the jungle. He was sweating and had some insect bites on his neck and face. He was feeling grumpy now and he glared at the ground more than he should have been. He just kept trekking forward. He could hear the sounds of battle erupt and pass on the left and right as they kept walking in search of animals to exterminate. It was clear that others in the group were getting a bit frustrated: the other Acolytes more so than the NFUs.

10 minutes passed and they still hadn't found anything. They were so close to the northern perimeter, Jack felt that they would never run into anything exciting. This made him even more frustrated. He grimaced now and again sporadically as his mind tried to think of how to alleviate the emotions. They were far past the other groups, they had made such good time with little to no opposition. They were finally at the northern perimeter which was the drop off point for the ridge. They stopped at the edge and looked out over the land. The breeze felt nice, so they all just stood there silently. After a couple of seconds, the man in charge of the group reported in.

They were ordered to turn around and meet up with another group. This was all really stupid. Jack turned around and faced the jungle once more, his frustration coming back at the sight of the jungle they had just passed through. His mood was interrupted by a large reptavian screech coming in behind them. He dropped the the ground a split moment before a large pair of claws snatched at the air where his shoulders had been and a large current of air and mass whooshed past him. He lay on the ground and looked up as an untamed Drexl grabbed their leader and flung them at high velocity into a nearby tree...

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Location: Over the Jungles of Onderon
Objective: Improvise
Allies: OS
Enemies: None at the moment

"Lord Ashmedai! We are nearing the coordinates!"

The Sith Lord briefly allowed his eyelids to slide closed over his silver-green orbs. Standing on the ramp of the open cargo bay, lightly grasping a hydraulic strut, Cameron could plainly hear the armored man standing just behind him without the yelling. "Retire to the crew compartment. Your services will not be required in this part of our journey." A brief rustle of fabric from the cloak that adorned the man's armor was the only indication to Cameron that his instruction had been silently followed. Just the way he liked it.

Allowing his eyelids to reveal his eyes once more, the Sith Lord returned his full attention back to the jungles below. There was...a commotion there...more than just the obvious destruction being directed at the planet for the glory of the Sith. While he had certainly never met this Dark Lord nor felt his presence, he chose to believe in the supreme being's existence for one simply reason. Control. The hushed rumblings of his wrath and omnipotence were enough to spur...a government of truly magnificent proportions. The ability to effect people on such a level had to be respected...and so Cameron remained, doing his best to keep reality leveled in the minds of the youthful that constantly reached for more and more responsibility, leadership positions.

In the end those individuals would come to realize that no lofty position or fancy title would be able to sate their thirst for power or control. A long time ago, Cameron had been just like them. Now...well...his life was much simpler. He did as he pleased when he pleased for the simple reason that he could. No sooner had the train of thoughts run their course than Cameron took two casual steps down the ramp and fell from his personal transport.

With the aid of the Force and his own knowledge of aerodynamics, Cameron managed to make a controlled descent into the sprawling canopy below. The beasts of the jungle rather immediately began making their displeasure at his disturbance known. By the time he'd landed in the rich soil, a cacophony of various calls were radiating throughout the jungle. Dropping to a knee, the Sith Lord used what he had once upon a time been taught by a long-time friend of his with regard to...respecting the subtle power and beauty of nature. Cameron Centurion certainly did not have the ability that [member="Quietus"] possessed in dealing with creatures, but he liked to think he knew enough to prevent...unnecessary complications.

Opening his mind, the Sith Lord connected with the many presences that were in close proximity to him. There was no great art to what he was doing, he merely conveyed images, proof that his presence was not born out of malicious intent. When he was done, he stood to his full height, briefly adjusted the folds of his dark blue and gray cloak, and initiated a steady progress towards his destination.

"I know you're watching me... I'm merely here to have a conversation with her." Though he could not see them, Cameron knew they were there. They were always there.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Location: Northern perimeter of Scarside Ridge
Objective: Take out the Drexl
Allies: OS
Enemies: Drexl beast
4/20 (Blaze it)

Finally! Something to fething kill! Jack picked himself up, postured defensively and activated his light saber as he brought it out of its spot. The ignition was muted and had a lower pitch. It sounded more like a "Foom!" A couple of other Acolytes activated their light saber as well, although they both had simple, red light sabers. Fear was apparent in their stances, but Jack remained angry and apathetic...for now, at least. The NFUs of the group pulled out blasters and rifles and started shooting the drexl. Good. That would provide a distraction.

The first thing to do was to damage the wings to prevent escape. While others might have been focusing on survival, Jack didn't give a kark at the moment. He needed to vent and he may as well kill himself if he had to own up to running away from duty. He ran forward with his saber raised high. While the Drexl was swiping aside NFUs, Jack ran under a wing and swung at his wings. This angered the beast and he focused on the new threat, the blaster bolts pinging with little effect against his hide. The Drexl swung around quickly and Jack tried to jump...but his feet got swiped in mid air.

The Force was with him, for some reason. Instead of outright decapitating himself, the saber stayed in his hand and pointed away from his head. Jack rolled underneath the groin area of the Drexl before he was spotted. He stood up and stabbed upwards into the beast. Since the idea was to kill the Drexl, Jack could care less as to whether or not the beast wanted to breed after this was done. The Drexl knew exactly where Jack was now and his massive clawed hand swooped in between his own leg and grabbed Jack. He picked up Jack and raised him in front of his face, preparing to eat him.

 

[Darth Centax]

Location: Royal Palace, East Wing - Kitchens.
Mission: 5 to Go.
Objective: 2a Seize the Palace
Post: [4/20]

​

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

About now Kylath decided to stop risking his life every five minutes, and call it in. “5 left in the kitchens, east wing, might be a few stragglers about to run.” If they were smart anyway, not that they’d been smart so far. "Enroute, 2 minutes." One of the many Sith squads were being dispatched, already on the way from the explosion, but this would likely be over before they got here.

These things lasted a minute tops.

Ducking behind a counter. Two threats, two doors, no time. Pulling the borrowed blaster up to cover left, and drawing his own sonic weapon up right, the doors were hammered on, and he swapped his attention between them. They’d get through left first, and even before they did he was firing, one guard opening it up straight into the blaster bolts. The right door came broken down flat next, and they entered in slow. He clipped the first with a deflection just by the sheer amount of fire that came the guards way, and sent the man crawling off injured.

Two more shots and a roll right, Kylath put his back to the kitchen counters as pots, trays and metal surfaces rebounded their answers to him left and right, pans swinging with the impacts. Taking aim through the pistol scope around the side of the metal unit, and steadying his breath, a scream indicated he’d got lucky on the top of a third shooter's head, just as he'd begun to look himself to find aim on Connar.

Able to picture the room… somehow his sense of where everyone was located it was enhanced, the layout, the structure, the angles, he’d barely realised it, but he’d been doing this all his life. Sadly that realisation cost him a second, and someone nailed him pretty good in the shoulder, firing to bounce off the roof creatively, but the arriving steps of a sith squad had the final two palace guards panicking, and soon surrendering at their order, the wind taken out of them with a few choice punches to their gut.

Standing up with no small amount of anger in his eyes, he bit down on it, pulling it inward, the old acolyte would have just cut the guard's down, but Vengeance's training had him consider their use to him, to stop and think. “Take them in for questioning, there may be more.” Ordering the sith squad, the old Kylath also would have hesitated or asked the captain, in this case he just shoved the borrowed pistol into the Sith captain's chest, and went off to treat his injures, he'd done his duty for the day.

Fin for Kylath.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[4/20]
Objective: Reunite the Lovers.
Location: Onderon, Iziz, Royal Palace, Queen’s quarters.
Enemies: [member="Thalia Rist"]

Spoiler

Somehow, the @mention didn't work. I'm sorry

Allies: Shadows. [member="Isamu Baelor"]

The vibroblade was out of commission, and the assassin almost smirked to herself in confidence, but the Princess had more in store for her this night and Darth Ophidia was not prone to underestimating the fury of a daughter twice scorned. As a silver-bladed shoto burst out into a thrust at Ophidia’s torso, she took a long step back and to the side while whirling her sabre into a parry to push the silvery blade out of the way.
While trying to keep the shoto occupied with her sabre, the masked Rattataki drew her Rudis from its sheath on the back of her hip. The short sithsword slipped out of its trapping smoothly with a subtle ring of metal. She intended to use it to clip the Princess in the leg, but seeing her hand reach for some sort of secondary weapon – Assumed by Ophidia to be either a blaster or a second lightsabre – She moved the short-sword to cut at Thalia’s arm and discourage the draw, or at least throw off her aim.

"Don't push your luck, child."

Her raspy voice scrambled to an unrecognisable, metallic hiss in the vocal systems of her helmet, an aid to prevent recognition of her voice and to intimidate her opponents.

Ophidia could feel the dark clutches of the Sith closing around the palace, but she was not aware of the extent to which it had been taken or those who were closing in like a noose on the queen's quarters. Her attention was on the fight, not the squabbles in the corridors. Yet, she knew she would prefer to disappear soon with her prize. This fight was not scheduled to happen at this time and her extraction would be there soon, even so, she was enjoying herself.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Location: A stone's throw from the belly of the whale In the clutches of certain death...northern perimeter of Scarside Ridge
Objective: KILL IT, KILL IT, KILL IIIIIIT!!!
Allies: OS
Enemies: Drexl beast
5/20 (Don't blaze it anymore. Stop. It's too late to blaze it now. You missed your chance.)

Ancient Chinese proverb...Witty one liner...thought provoking paragraph...Ugh. I think I blacked out there for a second. Where am I?...Oh, yes. That's right. Sir Jack and the Drexl or something....

Jack's body was squeezed like sardines out of a can...if the can was being held by an hungry wookie. The metal bent, creaked and groaned. More smoke came off of his armor like a sponge being relieved of its water...for some reason. I don't even know, bro. Who is this writer, even? Someone fire and blacklist this piece of His eyes started to bulge and his fingers were getting prickly sensations. He still had his light saber, thankfully. He had to strike back at the beast. If he didn't finish him off soon and here, he was going to find out how it felt to be pulled apart like Life Day roast beast and swallowed alive.

He raised his light saber high and brought it down swiftly upon the Drexl's forehead. The lightsaber cut an small incision in thick skin. It was all he could get because the Drexl then shook his body, making the light saber drop. The Drexl, watching the light saber fall, brought him close to his eyes and wound as though to gloat over his impending victory.

In typical anime fashion, Jack help intrapersonal dialogue in his own head. "Frell it all! It didn't work! Where are the others!?! I CAN'T DIE THIS WAY! THIS IS SOOO STUPID!!!"

He was filled with utter rage at the prospect of being violated and torn asunder by a beast for lunch. To make matters worse, his memories started triggering the emotions. He remembered the utter terror and outrage the women had felt before being murdered by his father. The scars in his mind flared and he couldn't take it anymore. Time to release.

He leaned for suddenly and gripped the edges of the incision with his two hands. He slowly tore the creature's head open just a little bit more and channeled all of his anger and fear into a scream as he poked his face inside the opening.

"TASTE MY FEAR, YOU SON OF A---!!!"

SPLORGH!

The opening turned bright red, the creature screamed out in the highest of pain, which oddly pleased Jack, and the beast's head ruptured from the inside out. The creature stood there for a second, head smoking. Then, he fell over, covering any sign of Jack.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Objective:????
Location: Onderon Palace Catacombs
Post: 4/20

I've seen your past, I've seen your future. I see forever, all things before they happen and all things as they happen.

He was no longer a voice inside his head. Kentarch could now see the man, tall in his black armor, black cape draped down from his shoulders. For the moment Kentarch ignored him. He was just a voice inside his head, nothing more he told himself, an illusion. Passing deep through a secret passage, the halls turned from lavishly decorated to dirt and stone as he descended deeper into the palace. Finally after light seem to all but vanish, he came about a large room that was a dead end. Kentarch could sense the darkside here, the Jedi once had tried to purge it. Yet he could still feel the presence linger. An empty tomb, the contents long moved to Dxun. The Sith Lord tried to piece together what was happening to himself. Reaching out with the force he scannned the room only to find nothing. "They moved everything there." he said aloud to himself. Nothing here of value to find, he turned and tapped his transceiver for his hip to be ready. Engines already fired up, the Black Mercury was ready to depart to Dxun by the time Kentarch exited the palace. Kentarch boarded the ship, and only after a short trip had passed into Dxun's lower atmosphere.

Your getting close now, I know you can feel it.

Kentarch exhaled sharply at the remark. As the ship landed he could see the obsidian trapezoidal edifice that was the final tomb, long looted and claimed by the jungle. The fortress was in great need of repair after being in the hands of the Jedi. Exiting the ship into the jungle, he was once again greeted by the figure of his former master, standing before him between Kentarch and the tomb. "I defeated you. You no longer exist." He said, his stride unhindered by the phantom in front of him.

I always linger in the depths of you mind, I made and molded you into who you are, my legacy passed onto you. Something that you never worthy of.

"It was you who failed when I crushed your skull in." He responded, yet his master's appearance had only grown stronger. Kentarch walked into the phantom of his master, in an instant the phantom dissolved into a black mist. A brief moment of relief as the image faded, yet as the Sith grew closer to the tomb he noticed everything was... different. He turned back to his ship, which was only a few paces behind him. It was gone.

Past and Present bleed into one.

"None of this real." Kentarch replied. The grounds of the tomb no longer overrun by the jungle. The tomb's stones seemed freshly cut, the edges of the structure no longer withered by time. Torches and fire pits burned as if freshly kept. Moving closer, he saw the same figure from back in the Royal Palace, Freedon Nadd. After a moment he turned and vanished into the tomb. "Time travel is impossible. I'm still standing in the overrun tomb, claimed by time and the elements. This is all nothing more than illusion."

Come then. If none of this real. You have nothing to fear.