Contruum: The Nihilus Holocron

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya watched the mandalorian go. There could only be one reason he would leave her without more of a fight.

Eyes lifted to the sky, only to find it obscured by boots. Big heavy mandalorian boots. She tried to move but there was no time she only served to avoid having the boots hit her head. She crumpled beneath Ember Rekali's boots as did the floor they were on. Taking them down to the basement levels in an avalanche of rubble and dust. Pain brought black spots to her vision. There was no set point of the pain, it was everywhere. Shoulders, ribs, legs. She drew in a deep breath, and her lungs screamed in protest, but she held it and counted slowly to ten.

Then it came to her, the thing she was missing, that things that annoyed her so much. "Ember fething Rekali." she tried to laugh, and choked. A coppery taste filling her mouth. A broken rib had punctured her lung. Not good, none of this was good. She should have just remained a spectator, but she simply couldn't help herself, not when someone brushed her aside like she was insignificant. She closed her eyes, she couldn't see anything anyway. "You going to kill me Ember?" she asked.

[member="Ember Rekali"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

The master of physical enhancement handled the impact and the landing adroitly enough. As he picked himself up with a pained grunt, he pulled a pair of TerentAttack cuffs from his belt and unfolded them.

"Feth no. I'm going to cuff you and turn you in. You're worth ninety grand. That's one used starfighter. Pricey, ain't ya."

Her lightsabre flickered toward his hand as he moved to cuff her.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

What was it with Rekali's and bounty's on her?

Anaya moved, forcing herself past the pain that racked her body and propped herself up on an unbroken arm. Vision clearing as she took mind over matter and did what she could to ignore the pain. "See, thats just not gonna work." there was that flirty smile "Your son tried the very same thing, he went about it in a slightly different manner, but the outcome was the same. I've never been caught yet and I never will." She could feel the blood rising in her lung, drawing in another breath to talk brought on another cough that took matter over mind once more, she sank back to the ground.

I like living, and I like freedom. One mil, to get me back to my ship, with that holocron.
[member="Ember Rekali"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

He finished strapping on the cuffs. Her lightsabre in one hand, his in the other, he grunted. "One million credits is a lotta credits. Funny thing about my son. Sith Lords took him, tortured him, turned him, corrupted him. Sith Lords then proceeded to murder him. Get the feth up and walk. Stairs are that way."

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Things went dark. Suddenly the view of the leper had been replaced by blackness, being mere inches away from colliding with the foe and freeing his grasp from the holocron; however, the tides of destiny would shift and elect otherwise. The Dark Jedi lay unconscious on the ground for a moment before growling to himself at the humiliation that had been wrought upon him by what appeared to be a sorcerer of some type. Sith magic... it was trade Zius always despised and saw as cowardly whereas one could use the Force to unleash their raw potential, not some fickle dust and chemistry.

Not this way... get up and tear him apart...

The former Sith got to his feet with a soft grunt, tightening the grip on the hilt of his lightsaber as he looked around and sensed with the Force, trying to pinpoint where the feth that grubby robed di'kut had gone to. No single person was fit to wield such destructive might, and Zius would be damned if he let this man get away free because he could perform a fancy spell. Looking towards the others, he bellowed a commanding shout, his tone of voice was cruel and harsh sounding as his anger began to spike.

Whatever it takes, this cur will not succeed.

"For even attempting to take that holocron... I want that bastard's head."

He walked quickly and confidently with a militant stride, going passed the soldier and down into the hallway after she had lobbed the grenade inside, allowing it to detonate before getting too close.

The Hunter is coming...

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya rolled her eyes, and lifted her hands up so she could see the cuffs, poking at them with the force only in the force it was as if they weren't there. She got to her knees and sighed, running things slowly through her mind. Ember Rekali, was a witch, witches we're aligned with the mandalorians and all mandalorians had a hate for sith. She wondered how well Ember would take it if she told him that his son possessed a hutt body and was calling himself Rasho. She shuddered, then got to her feet.

What would Ember Rekali want? Money was more of a bonus, there was more to this catch than credits. "Who put out the bounty?" she wasn't walking. He said he wasn't going to kill her, so she felt no fear in defying his demand that she walked.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

He contemplated Force Lighting her, but she'd irritated him, so that wouldn't work. He contemplated punching her in the face, but he had better things to do.

"Field Marshal Ordo. Ninety grand on any Sith. I said walk." He flicked his lightsabre tip at her face, close enough to leave a scar if she didn't move.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya moved, clucking her tongue as she did, she regarded Ember then turned her back on him and began limping towards the stairs. Mandalorians imprisonment meant a tidy cell on Myrkr no doubt, cut off from the force. Oh, no that wasn't going to work. It wasn't personal, just a 'kill them all' type gesture. "I can help you find other sith. I have no issues turning in my own kind. They can all burn in the netherworld for all I care."

She stopped at the foot of the stairs and turned to face him again. "I'm Anaya Fen, by the way, in case you were wondering who you were trying to march to a prison cell."
[member="Ember Rekali"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

"That sounds like something worth talking about," he said, voice flat, and pulled out a small metal sphere. Very small. Inside was a structure of immense complexity, a lost art. Ember had been trained with these mental mazes over long years, and it still pulled him, trying to draw his mind and perspective inside and trap them. Against an injured Forcer who had, at a guess, never seen one before, with him drawing her in...well, ideally, Fen's consciousness would be trapped for hours or days. More than long enough to move her somewhere safe.

He just hadn't wanted to carry her up the stairs.

"Deal."

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Anaudius"] [member="Project X-2"]

Lews dropped to the ground as the Mandalorian flew down the black corridor. He sprung to his feet and saw the flash of red from the 'T' of the Mandalorian's visor. Lews who had never fought a Mandalorian pressed him self against the wall expecting shots from a weapon.

The shots never came but as he moved to the side a Grenade passed by the tall Jedi's chest and clattered to the floor. On impact the grenade began spewiing gas and Lews was wise enough the hold his breath and employ Jedi Breath Control.

His large hand pulled back to toss the to the the other figure who offered him escape but in that instant the holocron flashed red and smoke poured from his hand as the alchemical crystalline device fused to his flesh. The dark wispers grew to a deafening roar in his mind and he through his Spear at the woman behind him he propelled it with the force. The smoke would have likely obscured the Mandalorians night vision mode and Lews pulled his lightsaber ready to fight as his mind slowly began to twist. This would not end well but he could barely reason as he moved to fight the foes.

 

[Sal Katarn]

Anaudius' eyes hardened as he watched the holocron fuse to [member="Lews Therin"]'s flesh. So be it.

Still cloaked in a spell of concealment and an illusion of invisibility, Anaudius presented a hard target for any marksman such as [member="Project X-2"], who fired blindly down the hallway at him. The rounds shrieked through the air, one even passed through his robes, but none of the shots managed to actually impact his flesh. The chances of a direct hit from such a distance with blind fire were astronomical.

The Leper re-shrouded himself so that he was now both invisible to the eye and sense of Lews Therin as well as the others present, then he moved in behind the man. The Force pulsed violently from the black veiled figure's aura. What had once been a light now slowly shifted toward the dark. Anaudius cared not for such alignments. Good and evil was not dictated by dark and light, but by the Aesir. Sadly, he would do what he must.

Anaudius sucked in his breath and held it, preventing the thrown Force Breaker grenade from being much of a hindrance. He then moved into the smoke.

The black cylinder of a lightsaber slid from Anaudius' sleeve into his right hand. He came up behind Lews Therin and swung to dismember the arm which had the holocron attached to it. As he swung he thumbed the activation switch on the cylinder. A bar of purple flecked with red sprang to life with a snap-hiss and seared through the air. It was the Soulsaber, a weapon whose touch caused victims to feel as though they had been plunged into an ocean of water as cold as Hoth. The weapon shrieked with glee as it hummed down toward Lews Therin's arm.

"KIIIIILL!"

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya's eyes moved to the small sphere in Ember's hand a frown creasing her forehead as she felt it tug at her mind. Drawing her in. A flicker of fear crossed her face.

"Deal"

The word echoed in her mind, she tried to open her mouth to reply but her body was no longer responsive, for a fleeting moment she was caught between her body and the sphere before it pulled her conscience in. A hundred doors slammed shut around her, the scraping of metal told of bolts being slid to seal them and Anaya Fen let out a silent cry of fury as her body toppled forward into Ember. For several moment she was in a blind panic fleeing through a hundred corridors that all looked the same, each one ending with the same black door. No matter how hard she pushed, none of them moved.

She'd traded one form of prison for another, givne the chancew to make the choice again she would ave chosen the former. She stopped fleeing, time became meaningless and she simply walked, her anger growing with each step. Oh, she would make him pay for this, if she ever got out of this blasted thing, whatever it was, she would make [member="Ember Rekali"] pay.

 

[Maya Carrick]

As soon as other started to come to the little gathering, one being that she needed to focus on the task at hand. Feeling those out in the force, touch upon each one to know with these mixers of being that one knew bad things would be happening. Needing was to watch, to seem like a very foolish bi stander. Even then it happen, all to fast, first came them then came the bond between Vine Cat and Master. Letting her skills do the rest, it wasn't much though as if been doing this for a long time. Blending into what was round her making herself disappear that she did so. Knowing the need to find another way to go deeper into the place.

Feeling came rushing to her, Heta had find something by the way her force was telling, one that just found a price prey. Only this wasn't what was done by digging into the rubble. Uncover something that never met to be be discovered, but one off the street. It didn't take the Cat lone with her needle razor sharp teeth to uncover what had block the once covered door.

"Good job girl" rubbing up against Maya leg,this making a reach in her bag, to find a nerf jerky. Not only that but also taking out two glass tubs. One having a green looking liquid sloshing around with two caps on both in, the other clearly a white power. Opening the top of both quickly putting them together, the green mixer into the white powder.

Not wanting to show her hand yet, she took both sticks in hand going down down down deep into what after a few minutes finding different paths to take. Only to cause her to slow down, knowing for welling that to be able to know where the force was taking, as it wouldn't have lend her to this secret way in with out a reason. Never did the force not have a reason, slowly reaching out with her force letting it take hold of herself, to carry her along a chosen unseen path.

It wasn't until started to first feel the uneasiness, finding her skills of still huntress at work by cloaking one self from those that she wish to not be seen by. Listen, watching to what would only come to here when it was time for her act for now she would gather the force around her, charge oneself up to the fact that one had to be able to act quickly with out thinking. Hunting one prey just who was her prey, how would this one take matters into her hand, when she found what looking for.

The cool damness of the place, caused her to stop, now taking the one in her left hand. Feeling something just up the bend, a voice one word, KIIIIILL!" @Anaudius.

Only caused her to stop, in her tracks, had she found what fought to draw her to this very moment in time. Putting her glow stick down before she would inch closer making no sound at all, still cloaked to all seen or unseen in the force. Coming into view just what did [member="Lews Therin"] have on his hand as if growing out of it, bonded with. Needing to get a closer look, but feeling off in the distance more feelings in the force. Now wasn't the time to rush in watch she would to see what would unfold next.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

The smoke, protruding from the end of the hallway, snaked towards Preliat like an angry demon, before it finally obscured his vision, for a grand total of about two seconds, before Preliat switched to thermal imaging, seeing the two standing there. That's when the weapon came off his chest, and the click of the removal of the safety. This was about to be a very bad day for the two at the end of the hallway. [member="Lews Therin"], was probably not going to make it out of there. Preliat was no stranger to killing people, James Parker had found that out the hard way, among many Vong, Sith, and other foes alike. Opponents in the hockey rink, as well.

[member="Anaudius"] was going to get it. Preliat's arm raised, and he raised his Gladiator assault rifle, snarling as he unleashed a Haelstrom of slug-throwing rounds, in the general vicinity of the two. Cramped hallway. Slug thrower. Distracted opponents. Preliat just wanted to drop them, he didn't care if he killed them or not. He was getting mad. And they were like fish in a barrel, two force users neglecting to engage a hyper lethal vector at the dark end of the hallway.

"TAKE IT, TAKE IT!"


Gladiator Assault Rifle:

Spoiler

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/2225-e-17-%E2%80%9Cgladiator%E2%80%9D-assault-rifle/

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Anaya Fen"] wasn't the only one who wanted to see someone pay. See, when he'd mentioned Rach's torture and corruption at the hands of a Sith Lord, Ember had told only half the story, or less. He'd neglected to mention how the same Sith Lord had ripped his wife's limbs off and drained her blood, thrown her from the top of a battle walker, and cast her soul into Otherspace after devouring its knowledge. How that same Sith Lord had then given Rach his mother's memories. All of them. He'd also neglected to mention the Dark Master who had cut down his youngest son on Ossus, and the Sith who had killed his middle son and his only daughter at Metalorn.

So when Ember Rekali flopped the comatose Sith Lord over his shoulder and headed up the stairs to go get his ship, he wasn't immensely gentle, broken rib or not. That's what bacta was for. Funny how the nearest available bacta tank was a very short hyperjump away. On Myrkr.

-exit, pursued by a bear-

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

The glow of his saber illuminated the darkness of the hall, heavy footfalls hastened with determination to find and destroy this holocron seeker. That's when his gaze caught the eerie glow of the leper's Soulsaber as he intended to bring it to Lewis' holocron-tainted arm. Zius broke into another charge within the confines of the hallway, extending his left arm outward as he tried using a significantly powerful Force push to deter the attack, simultaneously attempting to send the two into a wall with enough kinetic energy to possibly break bones-- not to necessarily kill.

Rid the galaxy of the foul corruption, leave nothing behind.

The assault wouldn't cease there. The Dark Jedi would press on with intense morale and a considerably strong Force signature as he would try to throw himself forward as a means to skewer through the man who had the holocron with an unrelenting tenacity. The warrior would do everything in his power to make damn sure they didn't leave the planet. Any who sought to rid of the holocron were only assets and not true allies, this was a mission that didn't call for friendship or tea-parties. Death had become an option, and it would be dealt like a hand of cards to the unfortunate.

Lews Therin [member="Preliat Mantis"] Anaudius Project X-2

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Anaudius"] [member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Zius Tal'Verda"] [member="Project X-2"]

Lews eyes went wide as the purple blade flared to life and swung at his arm. He pulled back instinctively but was to slow as the beam of energy passed through his flesh and bone just behind the wrist. His hand and the holocron clattered across the ground as he cried out in pain and stumbled to the center of the corridor. His body qualed with violent shivering and his young mind retreated from reality.

The shivering from the soulsaber was negulfed as the slugs from the Galdiator assault rifle began to slam into the young Jedi's body. Against all odds he kept his feet As the rounds tore their bloody path through his tall powerful frame. His scream mounted as the bullets ripped him apart.

The Templar now in the midst of the chaos and hellstorm of the durasteel rain pouring from the gladiator s muzzle struck. The Templar's saber pierced the Jedi's sternum and leapt from his back and the primal death roar of the fire haired Jedi ended abruptly.

His green eyes went wide. His mouth hung a gape gasping helplessly as his remaining hand and stump clawed weakly at the Templar's shoulder armor. He tried to stay standing as his organs slowly shut down and he met the the eyes of the Templar. One lone Padawan stood dying, his hand rested on the Templar's shoulder. His mind expanded outward and the darkness that was calling for him moments ago now disappeared with his few final thoughts.

"I forgive you." He said weakly as he slumped off the energy beam and sank to his knees. His hand in a dying act did not strike or beg for anything it simply activated the distress beacon all Jedi wore on their utility belts.

The message went out to [member="Carn Dista"] and [member="Daella Apparine"]. They would send investigators to the border world and find the corpse and body of a young Jedi in good standing slain by the rounds from the uniquely Mandalorian Rifle and the Blade of a Templar.

Lews fell forward and lay with eyes open staring blankly as the glow of life faded from his eyes. The Jedi...was dead.

[member="Ember Rekali"]

 

[Sal Katarn]

Sizzling flesh and burnt bone mixed with the nauseating stench of the Force Breaker grenade. Anaudius summoned the dismembered hand holding the holocron to his own fingers with telekinesis. A bullet skipped through his right shoulder in a splash of blood. He grunted and ducked behind the body of Lews as the youth was riddled by slugs. Blood streamed for the wound in Anaudius' shoulder, but the nerves had been burnt away long ago. Suddenly, a blast of telekinesis hit the Leper and sent him flying through the air. He landed with a crunch, far away from the combatants and the gas of the Force Breaker. He trembled on the floor, a ragged sigh escaping his lips oh so painfully.

Several of his ribs were broken, but he held the holocron in his grasp. He rose shakily, deactivating his lightsaber, and shrouded himself once more with illusion and spell. He became invisible both to the eyes of sensors and organics, but his presence in the force also disappeared. The Leper exited the combat zone, clutching his side.

-exeunt-

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Ori'Alor Tal'Verda"] [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Anaya Fen"] [member="Zius Tal'Verda"] [member="Anaudius"] [member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]

In the distance a lone figure sat with electrobinoculars held up to black eyes. A set of Sith Armor rested beside him as well as a pair of Sith swords. A cruel smile parted his green lips as he felt the Jedi's Death.

The Holocron had been a ruse a bait for the Jedi to arrive as was the remote activated hatch that had caused him to fall within it's reach. The Sith acolyte stood his black cloak billowing in the wind as he let the binoculars hand from his neck. With both hands he reached into a Gungan skin satchel and produced two Holocrons. What they were and who they belonged too he did not yet check but he would soon. Whether the holocron they fought for was the one that drew them all or not he didn't know. He had simply left the pyramidal object and taken the two others. One hexagonal, the other also a pyramid Now rested in his hands. He placed the objects in his satchel and gathered the armour and Sith swords.

The Sith was Mute but he still activated him comm link to send a signal to [member="Dark Apprentice"] indicating the young Jedi was killed by the desired people and began walking to his small civilian transport.

It was overall a good day.

((In Lews Therin's first post the holocron was described as a pyramid. http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Darth_Nihilus'_holocron What shape should it have been?))

 

[Maya Carrick]

With in Maya hidden space could see it all, not able to react in time, wanting more then anything to scream out to take these foe on, head on. Once knowing she would have to call upon the hidden warrior that sleep with in. It was teaching of Master Vulpesen even so wouldn't let his training be undone. What she felt know only strengthen. It was a fellow jedi, cut down, her heart being bleed know, shaking way losing herself before coming back. Before this one that cut up his hand and the prize she was here, just how much would this cost is it more then she welling to pay.

Finding with out thinking throwing at the hand before [member="Anaudius"] pick it up something in her bag of tricks. It was a quick if not the right in this time and place to put organic life on the holocron, just what where this life form so small couldn't be seen by the naked eye. It didn't take long before, feeling something a distance. It was her Vine Cat coming into her mind, it only took a picture in her mind what seen by her cat, something bothered her. It was at this time need to make a choose really thread stay with the dead to take care of his body, could even with her healing power get to him, before all his life slip out of his body.

Heta trying to wait where Master had told her only to find herself smelling something odd, that when more of it got into her nose didn't set well with the trained cat. Just what cause her to want to go around the place until picking up what made her give out a screaming growl. Trained to dislike, track down as it seem this one had been taught, through the force pick up any force user not of light like her Master. [member="Odium"] This now with this known with her must be making a choose or did she with her powerful cat at the heals of what seem to be party goer. Making her present known full know as she make her choose begin to fellow out of the rubble. If other where around they would see her know only would they be friend or foe.

Vine cat now coming close to the sith, if anything blocking its path, until heta master could be giving the chose path, that was left by the Cat it wasn't one that one could see it was the force that need to be used tracking crumbles. One could see that this one was trained to the point that seem like someone of great skill and time to with this one, that could be powerful, or at less to match one.