Cularin Excoriate [Closed]

[Vrag]

Objective: Purge Cularin & Kick Jedi ass
Location: Gadrin; On the roof of the Jedi Enclave
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Darth Helios"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Vi'kas Mirtis"]
Enemies: [member="Drapeam Nyx"]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UyYgCbr8bXM​

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The orange and yellow silhouette in her field of view rolled to the side just as the smoke bomb exploded, and a cruel smile blossomed on her red lips as she watched her opponent find her feet in the thick fog. The advantage would only last seconds, but in a duel between Forcers, a single second could mean the difference between life and death. How poetic.

It turned out that the IR filter was hardly necessary, since her adversary was courteous enough to ignite her lightsaber again, the weapon betraying her location for all the world to see. While the world was feasting its eyes upon the Jedi, however, Vrag was already busy with other, more important things. As any devoted duelist — moreso because she practiced Makashi — the Knight had a good sense of the battlefield, constantly counting the little details that could prove either beneficial or detrimental to her victory. One of those details was also the edge of the proverbial arena, and with this particular bout, that edge presented the greatest danger of all. The smoke spilling from the grenade had done its job in obscuring that precarious boundary, and now it was time to utilize that.

Perhaps in imitation of a children's vid that did not exist in this universe, the Sith released her flamethrower to jab forward with an open palm, returning the same courtesy she'd been offered by her opponent mere moments ago. The Force push was aimed at the center mass of the heat signature, and her fingers wrapped greedily around the hilt of her lightsaber in anticipation. Even if the Jedi managed to catch herself, the firrerreo would be there to finish the job.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Allies: [member="Vrag"]
Enemies: [member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Venris Helion"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Drapeam Nyx"]

He was about to step into the archives, when he heard an argument. He quickly diverted his path, so he instead hid behind a nearby pillar. From this position, he could view the situation from a hidden position. It seemed like the Jedi were arguing with the two other lightsiders. He grinned. Social friction, something he could work with As an assassin, he often dealt damage from the shadows, something he would do now.

He used the force to look around, and saw a force bond between the other two lightsiders. He frowned, never seeing anything like it before. He treaded lightly and investigated, discover they were feeding off of each others emotions and power, almost becoming one. He then tried something new. He took bits of his emotions, and fed them into the stream. He did it in small amounts, hardly noticeable. He did this so they wouldn't notice he was participating. His hate, his anger, his negative emotions. He put all of these into the stream. He hoped this would spark a fight between the two parties.

 

[Venris Helion]

[member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Vi'kas Mirtis"] [member="Vassara Raxis"]

Venris sighed in irritation, his hands balling into fists as he let out a breath and glared at the Jedi Master. A humorless chuckle escaped from him as he felt a surge of anger and indignation. "You are just-astounding, really. The Sith are poised to wipe out this place and everyone in it and you are EMBARASSED to think we would help? You know...this is why so many Jedi abandon your ridiculous Order, it's why my Master chose to abandon it and it's why I went with him. Not because they preferred the Dark Side, in fact many still followed the Light...it was all because you Jedi can be such pompous, bath robe wearing, self righteous snobs."

Igniting his lightsaber, Venris levelled the weapon at the Jedi with one hand while red sparks of Force Lightning crackled from his free hand. "You've made it clear that you have no sight nor care beyond your precious code, so stand aside and let us pass so we can fight the true enemy; or if you really wish to test my patience: try and arrest us while your friends and allies die out there and this enclave is shelled into nothing."

 

[Artemis Vahl'Nyx]

OBJECTIVE: Defend Cularin
SUB-OBJECTIVE: WE'RE GOING DOWN, DOWN DOWN, IN AN EARLIER ROUND
ALLIES: Republic Forces (None nearby, trying to nudge [member="Corvus Raaf"] and [member="Kana Truden"] with the force)
ENEMIES: One Sith: [member="Vrag"] (BUT SUGAR WE'RE GOING DOWN SWINGING)
Smoke could be moved. Not by pushing it with your hands, no, of course not, but by other means. USE THE AIR! Screamed the woman's consciousness. Ah, so it had returned. The mental equivalent of her poisoned veins, coming to tear into her, to try and force her into a rage. For once it gave good advice. If the woman could use a force push, she might be able to use the breeze to scatter the smoke... DO IT... NOW! She was, perhaps, a split second to late. Right as her left hand raised to unleash a blast of energy she found herself being thrown back, hard. FETH! YOU LITTLE WEASLE! Damn it... Her own retaliation was shot off course, no longer likely to hit the smoke or her attacker. At most it would send a bit of rubble 'flying'.

In the meantime she went down, down, down...
How high was the building again?
Maybe she should have checked before climbing it...
Yeah, that would have been good.
There were only a few seconds for her to try not to die upon impact. What could she do in that time? Well, if she spent the time thinking about it, she would hit the ground before finding even a moderately decent solution. So, of course, the woman let her instincts kick in. Hard. GATHER THE FO- I KNOW, GRAMPS! The woman drew as much of the force to herself as she could in those moments, she brought her limbs close to herself, trying to will herself to 'be a feather falling'. No, a leaf. Be the leaf, Nyx! I am weightless, empty, just air, floating, down, down, softly, gently... She was going to hit the ground she was going to hit the ground and die she was heading for the concrete she was going to hit the- chite. She was going to hit a tree.

CRUNCH.

First came the initial impact, the sound of her body bouncing against a busy branch, leaves rustling as she did. Then the second fall came. Trying to hold her weight left the wood groaning harder than her aching bones. And then it collapsed! Much like she thought lungs would! Drapeam Nyx slipped the last four feet to the ground like a majestic frakking rock. Blood dripped from her forehead, the burns on her neck screamed out, and she had to bite down on her tongue to prevent herself from yelping. It hurt! By the Gods, it hurt. How could she have let this happen?... Why hadn't the others come yet? Were they trembling in fear, to afraid to com help their brethren? Were they content with letting one of their own die a shaky death all alone?!?

How dare they leave a sister behind! Why would they- stop. Don't blame them. Keep... Moving... Darling, you're going to have to give up at some point. I know. Doesn't mean it'll be anytime soon. With a huff of a breath the woman got onto her hands and knees with practiced ease, getting up like she had when her father first hit her, like she had when her step-mother hadn't bound her tight enough, like she had when the first Sith ever struck her for not doing exactly what he said. The Zorren started with a crawl, moving along the ground, blinking the dirt out of her eyes. Today will not be the day I die. Her thoughts were rushed and cruel but they kept her going. Nyx tried to focus on the light, even as she moved towards the darkness that was the crumbling building. Every movement was forced. Hard. Rough. But the bacta within her suit had started to seep to her skin in the worse of spots.

Oh, it burned, but it was helping pull her back together.

Things were starting to go back to normal. But, then again, they weren't. Her body was feeling a bit better than it had ten seconds before. That was it. That was all. Gotta keep moving, she thought, pushing her emotions as far aside as she could manage. Doing so became a lot harder when her arms refused to hold her weight. Groaning angrily she 'gave up'. Just a moment passed before she tried to get away again, this time rolling on her side, heading towards the building. Here we go. Slowly she used the exposed entrance... (this section had apparently been abandoned some time ago. It was in disarray with unclean cuts taken out of the stone. The sight was oddly beautiful, especially since nature had started to reclaim it. Spots of sunlight peaked through the gaps, single rays hitting the otherwise dark complex. It wasn't clear how much of this section was empty. Perhaps farther in it was better?...) slowly she used the wall to pull herself to her feet.

Holding in a cough she entered, feeling quite at home in the shadows. This was her kind of environment. Here... maybe she had a chance of getting by. Or maybe she was going to fall. Again. Just, well, not literally this time. Somewhere... there has to be... a place to hide. Nyx rounded a rubble-filled corner, finding herself adjusting to the darkness easily. This was Stone's home. STONE. LYDIA STONE, MASTER OF THE JEDI ORDER. SECOND FRIEND. FIRST TO DEFY THE LIES WRITTEN BY OLD MEN HANDED TO CHILDREN. WHO. CAME. NEXT?... CORVUS.

And she screamed in her head. She let the force reach out like a thousand outstretched arms, she let them spread out like tendrils, trying to grab, trying to nudge anything familiar. And it was hard. It was hard because there were so many strangers she had to try to avoid. She knew that the more she stretched the easier it would be for the woman, the Sith, to find her, but OH GOD, OH GLORY BE she had to try. CORVUS. CORVUS. CORVUS RAAF. THE SITH. ARE KILLING. US ALL. OH CORVUS, THEY ARE BREAKING OUR BONES, PRESSING US AGAINST STONE, RIDDING US OF OUR HEARTS, I- THEY NEED HELP.

Pointless. It felt pointless. This attempt at getting help. But there were more presences that felt vaguely like ones she had pressed up against on Temple-wide walks, soul-song-voices she could hear speaking in hallways, leading her to this room or the next. People from Ossus. OTHERS. KIN. MY KIN.

She tried. She tried to latch onto them, to [member="Corvus Raaf"], to the unnamed [member="Kana Truden"], to the souls of those near them. HELP, she cried, THE SOLDIERS ARE DYING. THEY CANNOT WAIT. PLEASE. And she felt her body shudder under the weight of trying. Nyx stumbled, she kept moving, pulling back into herself, trying to disappear. The woman's signature, her will in the force, was darkening. Nyx tried to shrink herself. Tried to make herself seem like no more than a small Imperial soldier scoping out the area.

That's what she was, right? Just like old times... she simply followed a different flag now.
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EQUIPMENT: Sniper rifle, lightsabers, ECHO Bactarma Armor, fighting knife. {Link in signature}
INJURIES: Bruises forming on body, scratches on face, burns on back of neck. {Sith Poison in veins; ACTIVE}
MUSIC: Sugar We're Going Down by Fall Out Boy

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Jedi Enclave
Objective: Have a chat with the Grandmaster
Enemies: [member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Venris Helion"]


It amazed Avreet that an abandoned place could look so maintained, so alive. It seemed the Jedi have packed their belongings and left yesterday, but he knew better, understanding this place’s been abandoned for a while, locked tight and waiting for the Jedi to return. Everything was clean, orderly (except for the obvious damage that came as a result of the bombing run), and if not for the battle raging around and the overwhelming sensation of death coming from the city’s direction, the amphibian would have found the surroundings quite pleasant and relaxing, daring him to lie down and let go of everything, dream of the future and of his beloved lady Akala. Or Zarrah? Surprisingly enough, the Sith Lord did not know which of the two powerful ladies he loved more and it bothered him greatly. Taking in a deep breath, the amphibian inhaled the scent of nature coming from the jungle, as well as the reek of smoke and burnt flesh that wafted from the city. The singing of birds has been replaced by the roaring of engines, blaster fire, explosions, screams. What a wonderful day to be a Sith. Or to spend on another planet. Another city. Not this massive graveyard.

Darth Veles stopped wasting time outside and disappeared within the sturdy stone walls that were not meant to be defiled by Sith presence. Large eyes observed the scorched walls, obvious marks of blaster fire, occasionally a destroyed turret. No dead soldiers yet, which on one hand spoke highly of their training, on the other leaving him hoping he could save some knowledge hidden within these structures before some barbarian destroyed it with the rest of the Enclave. As much as he disliked the Jedi, he still wanted to learn from them, absorb their knowledge, turn Jedi wisdom into Sith wisdom. Shutting his orbs, the Mon Cal tried to focus on the Force, reaching through the sea of sensations to sense any enemies inside. This made him aware of the Light Side that reigned within, so far almost acting like a barrier to the Dark Side from the outside. Soon, both aspects of the Force would mix together, but for now the Sith Assassin feasted on the Light Side, taking its energy in. It still felt weird to him, a strange sensation of loss when the Light Side poured within his body, so different from the Dark Side that always made him feel full!

Using Force sense revealed another thing; images of lady Akala flashed within his mind, almost as a reminder of his love. Logic told him he loved Lady Zarrah, heart could not reach any conclusion as the maddening obsession with both ladies waged war within. How could someone be so obsessed with two people? Avreet did not know, but perhaps he could find a nice present for the two within the Enclave. A holocron, datacron, scroll, something,… And for that he needed to find the most important part of the facility, the Archives where all such things should be stored. As it was common among his kind, assassins and those who preferred to hide in shadows, he had studied all Jedi related when younger to know his enemies, then came the invasions and several attacks on Jedi Temples... This gave him a good idea of how to get to his destination without getting lost. It was necessary to realize all rooms within the structures served some purpose.

With his presence still masked, the Mon Calamari strode through the hallways, his steps filled with purpose just as his mind envisioned the destination. Claps of his boots on the marble floor ran between the walls and soon the Sith Lord stood in front of what had to be an archive. Nonchalantly walking in, his eyes explored the bastion of knowledge before settling on the three. Jedi Grandmaster Corvus Raaf and two unknown… Dark Jedi? The lightning in one’s hand certainly suggested that. Given the Mon Cal knew of all Sith participating in the assault, he positively knew the two to be enemies. It was funny; he came to kill a Jedi and found an old acquaintance. He couldn’t kill her. If for no other reason, then for Taeli. The two Dark Jedi though?

“Do you require my assistance, lady Raaf?” the Sith Lord asked with a frown, lightsaber snapping into his hand, waiting to be ignited. Flashing her a charming smile, seemingly ignoring the two filthy Dark Jedi, he slowly paced over the damaged datacrons and rubble lying on the ground. Hopefully the woman recognized him despite the weirdly-shaped helmet that adorned his large head. “The others are not far behind, Corvus. Please make your way out of here while you still can. Or we can pretend you surrendered. I will escort you off the planet and let you go, if you wish.” The Sith Lord offered, the Force swirling within his body, ready to take an action if necessary.

 

[Venris Helion]

[member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Drapeam Nyx"] [member="Darth Veles"]

Two things distracted Venris with his sudden desire to cut through the Jedi.

Firstly, the mental cries of...many within the city who called out for help, some of them seemingly directed to this very room...again at the very Jedi standing before him. People out there were dying and this Jedi seemed so intent on confronting them or keeping them from helping simply because she couldn't see the big picture about what was going on right outside...or her bathrobe was too hot and she couldn't think straight. Either way, the datacrons didn't matter anymore, now there were people out there who he could be assisting.

Secondly, the arrival of a Mon Kalamari who smelt of the dark side and seemed to be...wooing said Jedi Master. This newcomer was definitely powerful, and it didn't take a genius to know he was with the Sith who even now were tearing apart the city outside. Still, he presented a way to get the bothersome Bath Robe Brigade off their back so they could get out there and do something useful-

No, no, they both were in his way. They were both alike, they both had to die!

Venris shook his head as the aggressive thoughts re-emerged, seeming to try and focus on attacking the Jedi, the Sith...anything! He thought for a moment that these thoughts were coming from Vassara, but the Battlemind allowed him to see that she was being influenced by these bursts of anger just as much as he was. She could have a temper, but she'd never actively pursue the death of somebody just over a few words.

There was only one explanation for these increasingly powerful thoughts urging him to cut apart the two before him.

Vas, the Battlemind is compromised. Venris glanced over at Vassara while lowering his lightsaber. Somebody else here is using it against us. Break the link, or try to force their influence out...we have more problems than just one snotty Jedi to deal with now. Either way, don't give in to any violent impulses...yet.

"I'd advise taking the gentleman's offer," Venris spoke aloud, "I'd hate for the Order to lose even more members than usual and the two of us can be out of your hair without any further trouble."

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Allies: [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Vrag"]
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Drapeam Nyx"] [member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Venris Helion"]

Vi'kas raised his eyebrows in surprise as the older Sith entered the room. He knew [member="Darth Veles"] was a Master Assassin; probably why he couldn't sense the Mon Cal coming. What surprised him even further, however, was his offer to escort the Grandmaster off the planet to safety. The Mon Cal was a moderate Sith, and followed the Sith Code to the letter. He and Vi'kas had never gotten along very well, given their overall different views. Nevertheless, Vi'kas respected the Assassin for his fortitude for his beliefs, among other things.

Vi'kas was thinking about the situation at hand when his comlink beeped. He stepped back further into the hallway, and muffled the volume on his device. Then, he took the call. He heard a voice on the other end say, "Sir, we have a situation out here. Looks like a hostile just got blown off the roof, and is attempting an escape. We currently have 57 men, including friendly reinforcements. Do we engage?" Vi'kas recognized this voice. It belonged to the platoon leader in charge of guarding all exits.

"Lieutenant, you have my permission to engage. Arrest the target, and bring them back to camp. Freeze them using the CarbonTrap I brought along. I'll be there in just a moment." He cut off the conversation, and contacted Captain Nexu, the commander of the platoon he had brought with him to the enclave. "Captain, are the explosives in place?" He had known the Captain for a long time, and trusted the man heavily. He was an expert in melee combat, and had even bested Vi'kas on several occasions.

"Yes sir, explosives in place. Detonating on your mark."

"Very good, Captain. After the explosives have been detonated, rally at my coordinates." Vi'kas briefly looked back into the room, deciding what to do. He couldn't inform the other Sith of the explosives, or it would ruin his advantage. Upon detonation, lots of the datacrons in the room would be destroyed, as were his orders. He turned around and walked all the ways out of the enclave. He still didn't know what he was to do about the Sith Lord's... rule breaking. Perhaps he was just joking, to find an opening in the Jedi's defenses. He pressed a button on his bracer, ordering his men to destroy the archives. He doubted the explosion would kill the Jedi, just maim. With that thought, he headed over for [member="Drapeam Nyx"] .

 

[Vrag]

Objective: Purge Cularin & Kick Jedi ass
Location: Gadrin; On the roof of the Jedi Enclave
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Darth Helios"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Vi'kas Mirtis"]
Enemies: [member="Drapeam Nyx"]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1P8UvCXeyo0​

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Oh, feth no!

Highly eloquent, but what can you do. Instead of feeling her essence die in the Force seconds after she was thrown of the roof, the Sith could still sense the woman below. She'd never been much for the space-magic, but even she could tell — muddy as the picture may be — that the enemy was broken. Not spiritually perhaps (pity), but the amount of physical pain pulsating within the scope of her perception was certainly enough to make up for it. Every breath felt labored, every movement toiling as the Jedi dragged herself away from the Knight.

You can limp, but you can't hide, the firrerreo thought as she moved to the edge of the enclave, walking through the dispersing mists with a careful step. There was something smug about her gait, but she could hardly be blamed; her opponent had fallen down amid a sea of hostile soldiers, and even if she somehow avoided immediate detection, the troops were bound to find her sooner rather than later. Alone and wounded, the redhead would be sent to the Netherworld by blaster fire, courtesy of the One Sith.

Unless they didn't.

Vrag perked up at the chatter on the encrypted channel, her eyes narrowing when she realized someone was about to snatch her trophy Jedi from under her. Like hell.

"Mirtis, order your men to stand back. The girl is mine," the Knight nearly growled into her mouthpiece, practicality trumped by bloodlust for once. She'd started the duel, and she would see it until the end, pragmatism be damned. Without further ado, the firrerreo vaulted over the edge of the roof, using the rappelling ropes her squads had left behind when they'd descended. If it weren't for the tough gauntlets protecting her palms, she would've surely suffered friction burns, but Vrag was willing to sacrifice safety in favor of speed.

Knees bent and muscles strained as she landed on the ground, but the woman sprang from her crouch almost immediately, lightsaber and sidearm firm in her hand. The flamethrower was once again secured on her back with a taut strap, for she had little wish to burn her own people while chasing the redhead. Her strides were long and purposeful as she followed the red trail on the ground, like a bloodhound following a fresh scent.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" Vrag called out in a sing-song voice, but her words dripped with malice and excitement. There was no doubt about her intentions, that much was obvious, and the Knight was ready to shoot the second she laid eyes upon her elusive opponent.

 

[RC 212]

Allies: Venris Helion​

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Enemies: On the ground: @Vi'kas Mirtis [member=Vrag]​

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Definitive Enemies now: [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Drapeam Nyx"] | [member="Uri Aureleos"] [member="Corvus Raaf"]​

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Vassara felt the battlemind link infiltrated. The dark waves were crashing around in her mind, amplified by the fact that the cries of thousands rang out in the force. But one cry rang out in particular. It was Drapeam Nyx's. Vassara knew not whom it was or where they were. She did notice the Sith were crawling about the Enclave, moving in the shadows of the room.​

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She broke.​

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For once in a long time she felt the darkside claim her and the savage snarl that followed struck fear into her own heart. she opened her eyes wide and roared at Corvus, snatching up the datacron pouches.​

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"Your a foll Jedi. You'll follow your code all the way to your foolish death, hindering those who would be allies and throwing away the lives of thousands so you can stand here and bandy petty words at me!"​

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She reached up, grapbbing what was left of the ceiling with her newfound darkside strength and ripped it free. She would not be taken prisoner. Not now, not ever. And the Senate would be hearing from her.​

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The ceiling chunks came crashing down towards Corvus and the other Jedi. Vassara jumped away, rushing as fast as she could through the door. Explosions were ripping the building apart and she squinted through the smoke, flame and dust. Acrid smoke thrust its was into her nostrils. She kept the battlemind with Venris, focusing through her Glare Ice Crystal, trying to recenter herself, to save herself.​

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And soon she was outside, running towards the treeline.....​

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: Inside the Enclave
Allies: [member="Drapeam Nyx"] (outside)
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Other parties: [member="Vassara Raxis"] | [member="Venris Helion"] | [member="Vi'kas Mirtis"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Darth Helios"]
Theme: Betrayal

‘You were told to run away
Soak the place, and light the flame
Pay the price for your betrayal
Your betrayal, your betrayal!’

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IHgFJEJgUrg


Sometimes being right felt so wrong – and this was a prime example. It all made sense now. The two in front of her were Sith accomplices. The Dark-sided Force Users weren’t full Sith – but were clearly their pawns and their role had been to distract Corvus until their allies arrived.

And from a simple conversation with two would-be looters, suddenly she was surrounded by the Dark-side. The lying Mon Cal was an aura she recognised even before he opened his mouth. She wondered what the Sith Assassin was doing here, at an abandoned Enclave? Cato Neimoidia and Ossus were the only two operational sites – and they were still being rebuilt. Ruusan was in its early stages of reclamation. So the Sith coming to symbolically destroy the symbol of the former Jedi presence made some sense, but an assassin of his renown?

She considered her options. She was aware that Nyx was nearby but that was the extent of their force. This was no longer a Republic planet, there were no troops to call on. Just her, a friend full of Sith blood and what felt like thousands of Sith troops as well as at least a handful of Lords, Knights and Acolytes.

She ignored the Mon Cal – she no longer believed a word he spoke, his previous lies the only proof she needed to judge him. Fool her once, shame on him. Fool her twice, shame on her.

And then one of the Sith pawns pulled the ceiling down on top of them and ran past Corvus, who was standing in the doorway. She let her go – she was going to run straight into the Mon Cal and no doubt be rewarded for her actions. But the arrest warrant would stand. If she ever set foot on a Galactic republic planet, she’d be hunted and arrested. If she ever entered a Jedi Academy site, she’d be held for the Jedi Order to collect. And the same for her accomplice – who she seemed to have left for dead in her own efforts to escape. Honour amongst thieves? Apparently not.

But that didn’t get Corvus out of harm’s way. She glanced around. The ceilings here were some 20 feet high and the top one or so metres of the walls were stained glass – depicting Jedi history from the Army of the Light to GrandMaster Skywalker’s New Jedi Order. She calmly lifted a nearby bookcase. Weighing in at a ton, it was the equivalent of the first Muntuur stone – something she’d first been able to lift when she’d been made a Knight. She could lift three now, but that was a different story. So she threw it at the stained glass and a hole of between one and two metres appeared where Master Yoda had been teaching Luke Skywalker on Dagobah – a little ironic perhaps? And entering Force Valor, she took a step and leaped at the small opening, pulling her body into a tight ball as she estimatd she’d clear the gap – but only just – and land in then clearing beyond.

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Library
Enemies: [member="Venris Helion"]


“Silence,” Avreet hissed towards one of the two Dark Jedi when the man started talking. Veles obviously had no intention of letting the two go, but Corvus’ safety had to be ensured first, no matter how much he wanted to slay the two degenerates on the spot. Mentally unstable or not, the Jedi Grandmaster was still very much his friend’s sister and Avreet knew how desperately Taeli wished their family to be together. For that, Corvus had to survive. After that, the Dark Jedi duo would be adorning crosses, that, if the other Sith did not get to them first. Several plans played out within his mind as the only answer received from the Grandmaster was silence. The female Dark Jedi was the exact opposite, unfortunately, spitting her venomous words around. And so, it’s been decided she had to be permanently silenced, sent to the Void where nobody would hear her tortured screams. Another Dark Jedi would be slayed by his hand, making the galaxy a better place to live and bringing order to chaos.

“Shut up,” Darth Veles barked at the tattooed woman as he approached, cutting her off mid-sentence, his calm pace gaining speed, yet losing none of its elegance, the sound of his footsteps as he marched over rubble covered floor accompanied by a characteristic snap-hiss of a lightsaber, the weapon in his left hand springing to life in a crimson beam of superheated plasma. The Force told him of the Dark Side growing within her as if she wanted to attack, but Avreet had no intention of letting her finish, ready to block or even absorb the weakling’s Force attack. Pointing the tip of his weapon at the victim, he sped up even more to close the distance, impale the woman on the blade, pierce her black heart, steal her life, send the soul into the Void!

The attack came from an unexpected direction. The Dark Jedi had pulled parts of the ceiling down on them, and yet it did not stop the Sith Lord’s advance towards her, the rain of rubble and glass bouncing off his armour. What stopped him were the explosions that came off, shaking the entire place. Had the Dark Jedi planted bombs or something? Whatever the case, the shockwave caught Veles off guard and sent him to his knees for a brief moment, but long enough to allow one of the Dark Jedi to escape, her cowardice sacrificing one of her own. Typical for thoselike her. The Sith Lord’s head turned, glancing towards the exit as he got up, then his focus shifted to the other Dark Jedi, left alone within the destroyed library. This clearly proved the superiority of the Sith, showing the incredible amount of selfishness and betrayal that reigned among the Dark Jedi circles.

The cybernetic eye of the Mon Cal noticed the Jedi Grandmaster leaping through a window, hopefully to safety. The thought of going after her crossed his mind, but he wasn’t finished here yet… and with no more hesitation, he raised his right hand to telekinetically pull the remaining Dark Jedi towards himself – and impale [member="Venris Helion"] on the crimson weapon that now aimed at the man’s chest.

 

[Artemis Vahl'Nyx]

OBJECTIVE: Defend Cularin
SUB-OBJECTIVE: LIGHT THEM UP, UP UP, LIGHT THEM UP
ALLIES: Republic Forces ([member="Corvus Raaf"])
ENEMIES: One Sith: [member=Vrag] (MY SONGS KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN THE DARK)
With every passing second the amount of light-side signatures she could sense dwindled. Those that remained felt weak, soft, completely outnumbered by the darkness. Even Nyx's presence started to drift from 'neutral'. All the better to hide, she thought, scowling. Her opponent was nearby. If she could simply disappear... Just like a certain someone had started to teach her. What had she learned? You have to focus. And so she did. Anything that didn't need her immediate attention started drifting out of mind. Only a sliver of her already blurred vision still stood out, letting her feet walk softly, slowly, slinking to the shadows. Stay in the dark. Why would she ever leave?... Had she ever left? This was her home. The Enclave had been Stone's abode... but the twilight, the gloom, was hers. Here was where she could move without objection. YES. You need to focus on the essence of the energy that you let scatter around you. There. She felt it.

There were her energy, the bits of her soul that swirled around her being. And then there was the sprinklings of what others had left behind. Out in the distance was so much more. Corvus. But no. Nyx couldn't reach out any farther. Not without risking getting hurt. Surely the Master could make it without her?... YES. And I can make it without her. Of course she could. Had anyone ever managed to stop her before? Never fully. This would be no different. Why would it? Keep going. Absorb the energy, into your very being and refuse to let it out. Just like she did with her emotions, yes? Except when the poison came into play. Oh, that horrid poison... NO. That wasn't something she needed to focus on at the moment, was it? Ha. It was not. These days it rarely was. The anger it gave her simply made it easier to pretend to be a Sith. Let them think you are one of them. Fade into the background. As always. As you were meant to.

Her father would be proud.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" Here came the death squad. Here came the truth. If you let it go, they will find you. And if they find you... you will be doomed. DO NOT LET THEM FIND YOU. Oh, darling, I won't. I won't let the devil find me in my natural state. She will never dig her claws into my skin. If she tries... my teeth will sink into her skin, my own talons will tear her to shreds, and my knife will find a home in her stomach. Drapeam Nyx grinned. She dared to try and become a void, to smooth over the force that covered her, to fade into the backdrop. Who was she? Darkness. The shadows, the night, itself. That was all she was. No... she wasn't even that. There was no Jedi Padawan here. All that remained was the silence. A warrior like no other. And it was going to destroy everything. First would be this insolent fool! Come out, come out, little Sith Lady... it's time to play a game.

Who will make the first move?
You will. NOW.

As 'instructed' the Zorren reached out, carefully, to the outside. Using her (mildly) accurate mental map of the start of the complex (where both Vrag and herself had entered) she tried to latch until a chunk of rubble before flinging it wildly against a wall. Just as quickly as she did she retreated back into her mental hole. Such was necessary if she wanted a greater change of avoiding detection. And detection meant death. Today was, in fact, not a good day for dying. On the contrary... it was a good day to live.
Carpe freaking diem.
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EQUIPMENT: Sniper rifle, lightsabers, ECHO Bactarma Armor, fighting knife. {Link in signature}
INJURIES: Bruises forming on body, scratches on face, burns on back of neck. {Sith Poison in veins; ACTIVE}
MUSIC: My Songs Know (Light Em Up) by Fall Out Boy

 

[Vrag]

Objective: Purge Cularin & Kick Jedi ass
Location: Gadrin; Abandoned section of the Enclave
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Darth Helios"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Vi'kas Mirtis"]
Enemies: [member="Drapeam Nyx"]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACL_5nls_Tk​

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In battle, many people suffer from the condition dubbed 'tunnel vision' by some, but experience and training can lessen it to a degree, sometimes even negate it completely. The Knight had both experience and training, and then some, but what helped the most was her relative calm as she walked deeper into the ruin. 'Relative' being the operative word here, of course, seeing as her veins were thrumming with adrenaline and lust, but Vrag was a practitioner of Makashi first and an angry beast second, which meant she knew how to control that desire clawing at her skin. There was something thrilling about seeing the pain you cause reflected in the eyes of your enemy, a high that the armored woman had learned to appreciate at a new level during the grand exodus. She had slaughtered hundreds, either with her own hands or by proxy, but instead of being crushed by the weight of those lives, the firrerreo cherished it. She reveled in the control she could exert over the world around her, in the freeing act of extinguishing a spark in the Force.

This Jedi she was fighting today, however, was proving to be quite adamant in avoiding the Sith's attempts to snuff out the flame of her life. How rude, the woman thought jokingly as she ventured further down the dilapidated corridor. She couldn't really smell the place, courtesy of the rebreather in her helmet, but by the looks of things, that was a small blessing. She could see cracks underneath the peeling layer of color on the permacrete, and from those fissures greenery was sprouting; small, yet determined buds of native flora. It would've brought a smile to her face, were she not too busy keeping an eye on her surroundings in search for potential hostiles. Not that she expected to find anybody else besides the redhead, really; according to the chatter in her ear, their forces had more or less overrun whatever defenders had been present at the time of their arrival. Their victory was rapidly approaching, and Vrag was banking on that to demoralize her disadvantaged adversary even further.

She opened her mouth to speak when a sound to her right attracted her attention, and the woman turned her head to see what was causing such a ruckus. Surely it couldn't be the Jedi, could it? Her eyes narrowed behind her black visor as she stared in the direction of the noise, but the Knight wasn't fooled. If it had been an attempt at a distraction, her opponent had failed miserably; with no heat signature moving along that corridor, the trick with the stone was little more than a desperate, last ditch attempt. The woman inched forward with careful steps, slugthrower ready and her saber unignited — wouldn't want to give away her position, now would she? — scanning her surroundings with the help of the IR filter in her helmet.

This section of the enclave was old, and had clearly fallen into disrepair some time ago. She could hear the typical hiss of automated doors somewhere in the distance, probably jammed or simply fethed up. Who cared, really? Not Vrag, that was for sure. She was focused solely on the orange silhouette crouching behind some debris, a ways down the corridor, running through the best options in her head. With baited breath, the duelist gauged the distance between them, deciding to take the low road in the end. She wasn't a honorable fighter, and cared little for the sentiment itself. Honor and dignity were simply limits imposed by those who tried to demonize their betters.

She slipped another grenade off of her belt, gently, silently and licked her lips as she let it cook. It was a dangerous practice, she knew, but she was well-versed in it by now, and it was one of the rare situations where the Knight didn't play it safe. The woman chucked the frag at her opponent in a low arc, counting on the fact that the redhead couldn't spot it in the darkness that reigned in the abandoned section of the Enclave. She exhaled with the throw, preparing herself for a dash into close-quarters after the grenade exploded, welcoming the flow of Force in her limbs.

 

[Artemis Vahl'Nyx]

OBJECTIVE: Defend Cularin
SUB-OBJECTIVE: WE'RE ALREADY DROWNING, NOT LIKE WE CAN SINK ANY FURTHER
ALLIES: Republic Forces ([member="Corvus Raaf"])
ENEMIES: One Sith: [member="Vrag"] (I'M NOT THE VILLAIN, DESPITE WHAT YOU'RE ALWAYS PREACHING)
How sound were her senses?... Her defenses? Exactly how long did she have until her strength ran out? How much longer could she last? Why couldn't she focus? STOP THINKING, KEEP MOVING. Of course. Already to much time had passed since she crouched at the wall, pressing her tired back hard against it. Have to keep moving got to keep going don't stop don't stop you need to- there wasn't much else to say. As quietly as the Zorren could she raised herself up, taking advantage of the (minor) bowing of her kind's legs. Running on all fours was quite possible for one of her species. Comfortable? Not the most, but... It would be quicker for her. For once, however, timing became an issue for the fiery woman. Just as she went to bound her way down the hallway there was a soft, yet audible, woosh of something sliding through air. That was her signal to bolt. Four powerful limbs kicked off at once, throwing her forward right as the grenade went off. The blast launched her even farther forward... and right into the ground.

"CHITE!" She growled, letting out a string of curses. Things got far worse when she realized that something had... oh dear oh dear god- something had got caught underneath her right arm-armor when she rolled. Oh dear. OH GOD. Flesh was ripped, torn, blood spilling out onto the dirt. Bacta rushed out from the suit, trying to heal the wound up, but it was going to as many wrong locations as it was going to the right ones. Experiencing that much pain at once was not fun. When was the last time she had felt this horrid? Hell. Literally. No, actually, that really hadn't been that bad, besides for the crazy lady. In reality her last heart-wrenching injury like this had been shortly before her temporary discharge from the Imperial military. Roughly a week before she was sent on med leave... Yes, she remembered it, and she still wondered if even that had felt like this. Perhaps she just hadn't felt the sting of a true 'cut' like this one... A small part of her wondered if she had missed it.

"Frak... you..." There wasn't time to try and cloak herself again. Hell, she didn't know if she was feeling anywhere near good enough to try. Pain is good. Use it! Find a way to use it! They say that a cornered, injured animal is the most dangerous kind. Maybe they're right. "Just... die already..." With a harsh cough Drapeam Nyx lifted her left hand, gathering as much of the force as she could, hoping to unleash one last attack. First would come the pebbles. Small stones thrown casually at the Sith's helm. Then the larger rocks would start to come, moving faster, lifting up slowly before rushing towards the masked skull. FOCUS. She yelled at herself, furiously imagining the STONES crushing her opponent's head, thought about seeing the blood splatter everywhere. How... un-Jedi-like of her. At that point she didn't care.

The poison was doing it's job.
Every drop of blood that left her arm was starting to feel like a blessing.
Acid. That's what it felt like. She needed to destroy something.
Whoever this Sith was... they would do. They had to do.
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EQUIPMENT: Sniper rifle, lightsabers, ECHO Bactarma Armor, fighting knife. {Link in signature}
INJURIES: Bruises forming on body, scratches on face, burns on back of neck, cut on right arm. {Sith Poison in veins;}
MUSIC: Monster by Paramore {And about 10 different covers of the song}

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Vi'kas stood outside casually, examining the nature around him. This was interrupted by the sound of plodding feet. His 25 most elite marines had just returned from their destruction of the archives, seemingly uninjured. The platoon leader approached him, raising his hand in a salute. Vi'kas spoke, "Captain Nexu, status report!" The captain was a good man, someone who the young Sith trusted heavily.

"Sir! Two hostiles have escaped, one is still trapped inside. Sir!"

Vi'kas's eyes shot open. Two escaping was somewhat unexpected. "Captain, who escaped? Tell me!"

"Sir! Both female hostiles managed to escape. Sir!"

Vi'kas growled. He had to capture the Grandmaster at all costs. "Captain, command all troops to capture the Grandmaster. If capture is not possible, then kill. Do we have a location?"

"Sir! Target escaped through a back window of the enclave. I'm guessing she is somewhere behind the compound. Sir!" The Captain then sent out an order for all available troops to hunt the Jedi down. Within a few minutes, several gunships landed next to them, with tons of troops being transported in the hull. Every trooper had been called, packed into the ships. Vi'kas and his men boarded a couple of empty ships, and they took off. The Jedi was not going to escape.

[member="Darth Veles"] [member="Venris Helion"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Drapeam Nyx"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[Vrag]

Objective: Finish the job
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Helios"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Vi'kas Mirtis"]
Enemies: [member="Drapeam Nyx"]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I6lnZ0LngzE​

The explosion flared in her filtered vision like fireworks, casting red and orange shadows upon her retina. The flickering impressions lingered there, but Vrag didn't; her feet found purchase against the uneven floor, pushing off a broken piece of permacrete as she measured the length of the corridor with a burst of speed.

She was a dirty fighter, and she loved every second of it. Her blood thrummed in time with the beats of her heart, anticipation coursing through her veins like a drug, and then the Knight came sprinting around the corner, nothing more than a black blur. With the Force in her legs, the woman was far faster than any moving target, and the place was completely dark save for but a few rays of light that filtered into the enclave through the small cracks in the walls.

Two hundred pounds of accelerated muscle and armor hurled at the struggling Jedi, and the firrerreo barely registered the few small stones that hit her mid-sprint. With any luck, she would slam into her opponent with her left shoulder, ramming into her in a rather animalistic way. Controlled did not mean exempt from brutality, after all, and Vrag hardly did things halfway.

The fingers of her right were still firmly wrapped around the hilt of her lightsaber, but she would only ignite her weapon once she'd knocked her adversary to the floor, carving into her flesh and armor like putty. The beauty of the energy blade lay in its cauterizing properties; even if she stabbed her trough the stomach, the redhead most likely wouldn't die immediately, and the Sith would certainly appreciate another Jedi to toy with. It was something she'd only recently discovered, but it certainly appealed to a darker, more twisted side of the woman, and Vrag was eager to see just what this particular individual had to offer.

 

[Artemis Vahl'Nyx]

OBJECTIVE: Defend Cularin
SUB-OBJECTIVE: JUST TRY NOT TO DIE... OR AT LEAST DIE IN A MODERATELY COOL WAY
ALLIES: Republic Forces ([member="Corvus Raaf"])
ENEMIES: One Sith: [member="Vrag"] (If You Can't Tell, I'm Out of Song References)
There wasn't much, if anything, she could do. Even as she tried to keep the rocks flying... she felt her hope fading. Without a moment's delay she felt a hard shoulder slam into her chest. Two hundred pounds of anger smashed into her, crashing against her center. FETH. What other reaction could she possibly have? Nyx grunted, having difficulty holding back a scream, and tried to take a deep breath. Her entire body shuddered instead. QUICK, DO SOMething! It seemed like even her consciousness was losing strength. That... hadn't happened before. This fight was pushing her past her limits like none other had. Or had she simply lost her touch? Once she had been a high-class Imperial soldier, sent out to-

Those days were in the past.

"FRAK," she exclaimed, trying to reach up with her left arm as she did, hoping to grab onto the Knight's helmet. What did she intend to do?... Honestly she didn't know. Maybe tear it off. Maybe squeeze it. Or perhaps she was just going to try and block some of the woman's vision. That could buy her... two seconds. Right? The least it would do would display her irritatingly strong 'desire to live'. More like 'refusal to die'. Of course... she could tell that her body wasn't going to last much longer. Even if her mind kept fighting, the redhead's ribs had nearly been crushed, her arm was torn to shreds, and her legs were nearly to bruised to use. "Hey, karker.." Nyx started, hand still grasping at her foe's head, "you'll... let me look you in the eyes... if you kill me... right?" Distractions were always better when they were honest ones.

"If you... manage to... that is."
One last rock (roughly the size of Nyx's fist) would move to crash into the side of Vrag's head.
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EQUIPMENT: ECHO Bactarma Armor, fighting knife. {Link in signature}
INJURIES: REALLY FREAKING BEAT UP. About to blackout unless given medical attention. {Sith Poison}
MUSIC: The Sound of a Thousand Drapeam Nyx Fans Sobbing In the Night by Vrag

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: In the courtyard of the Enclave
Allies: I thinks it's safe to assume none
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Theme: Let's get it on

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKPoHgKcqag

Corvus knew she was both outnumbered and surrounded but she figured she'd been in tighter spots. Of course, she couldn't think of one off the top of her head but there had to be one right? There was that time on Prakith, in Andeddu's fortress? OK, it was worse now. What about that time on Kashyyk? Was it three or four Sith Lords? She shook her head but as she did, she recognised a taint that was familiar. Kashyyk had sparked the memory and the Force had filled in the blanks.

She'd remembered the speeder aimed at her head. She reflected on the pain in her ankle - broken bones will do that for you. And she scanned the area for the source of the Dark-side that was specific to the bearded rascal himself. Calling on the Force, she vaulted the wall of the Enclave and set off in pursuit of the man she felt she must be destined to face.

And she wondered if the spirit moved him and just hoped he didn't want to groove her good.

 

[Vrag]

Objective: Capture the Jedi
Allies: [member="Vi'kas Mirtis"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Darth Helios"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies: [member="Drapeam Nyx"]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17hN1yJ9vY0​

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There is something uniquely satisfying about that feeling when flesh gives in under pressure, strained beyond its flexible capabilities as it suffers the consequences of going through too much, too fast. She could feel it happening right then and there, as her plated shoulder rammed into the other woman's abdomen at speeds that would most likely turn her innards into mush, had she been foolish enough to come without armor. Even so, the impact would most likely force all air out of her lungs, and those few seconds of breathless gasping was all the Sith needed to finish this sorry affair.

She wouldn't kill the Jedi, no; she'd acquired a taste for something other than pure, unadulterated destruction recently, and they were isolated enough in the crumbling section of the Enclave that she didn't have to worry about someone interrupting them. And even if they had been on the rooftop still, Vrag was quite certain that their army had dealt with whatever meager resistance the defenders of Cularin had managed to drum up in those few minutes they were afforded before the might of the One Sith slammed down upon their planet.

The lightsaber she'd been cradling in her grasp since she'd entered the tunnels finally got its chance to shine when the firrerreo went in to exploit the redhead's momentary paralysis, pressing the hilt into her side as she ignited the weapon. At this range, her opponent would have nowhere to move, and the red beam would most likely burn through the armor, searing muscle and sinew alike as it would pierce the left kidney. It wasn't a lethal injury — not if the Jedi was treated quickly enough, at least — but it would hurt like hell.

Mere seconds after her blade hissed to life Vrag felt her foe's armored hand grasp at the smooth surface of her transparisteel visor, a last ditch attempt to block her vision, or perhaps push her away. The firrerreo was overcome with momentary conceit, but her mouth never managed to stretch into a smirk before a rock came hurling at her head from the left, denting the durasteel plating covering the temporal region of her helmet and knocking her aside. She tasted blood on her tongue as she recovered her posture, licking it from her lips as she tried to backhand the insolent Jedi.

"I won't kill you, little queen," she growled in response, speaking to her directly for the first time. "But I promise you'll wish I did."

 

[Artemis Vahl'Nyx]

OBJECTIVE: Defend Cularin {FAILED}
SUB-OBJECTIVE: It's Time To Go To Sleep, You Can Die In The Morning
ALLIES: Republic Forces: Everyone Is Dead (Shouldn't You Be Dying With Them?) [member="Corvus Raaf"] Lives
ENEMIES: One Sith: [member=Vrag] (This Is Where You Kiss Me Goodnight)
{I recommend listening to this while reading.
Sleep, little one, sleep... How tempting the thought was. 'Just lay down, let yourself drift away, forget all you have seen today'... The option of doing so seemed to look more like her only 'choice' the longer she stayed awake. Before she could attempt another jest (trying to remain conscious) there was a soft 'thud' on her side. What was going on took her a full second to understand. And in her state, with the poison both 'burning' and numbing her veins, a moment passed before she realized she had just been stabbed. No. It wasn't until she felt the blood rising up her throat that she understood. Rest your heart, it's yours to keep. Don't fret, not now, just go to sleep... Crimson liquid rose up, starting to fill her mouth, dribbling out onto her chin. How horrid. Quietly the Zorren coughed, holding back cries of pain as well as she could. But a few sharp grunts made their way out.

Frak...

Sleep, little one, sleep. You can die in the morn, for now rest, oh childe, you've already given it your best... Yet her eyes remained open. She wanted to watch herself die. This moment was one she had waited for. Years had passed since she last felt the life draining from her soul... But that time she had never reached the end. No, she had come so close, yet she had never crossed the line. You almost died. Here she was again, wondering if this time she'd actually get there. To the end... Another step to the edge was taken when a firm hand slammed into her face. How long had it been since someone had slapped her? Four years. Just before they drugged you. Before the Sith Poison was ever injected into her veins- or more accurately her eye, her neck, her spine. Now a blade had crashed through her, cutting through, just like those needles once had.

"I won't kill you, little queen. But I promise you'll wish I did." In the following seconds a disturbing sound filled the air. Almost like gravel skipping across boiling water. A gurgle followed by a harsh cough. Drapeam Nyx was laughing. When her spasm ceased she looked her foe directly in her eyes (or where she assumed them to be). How silly this woman was. What did she know of the Jedi who she cut into? Apparently nothing. Nothing besides what she had learned in the past twenty minutes. That was going to change. Nyx nearly choked on her red spit. By the time that was over a smudged smirk had formed on her lips, twisting them up, displaying the chapped, broken skin. Oh, how amused she was by this...

"I'm... a Nyxai... Granddaughter of General Drosk Ssolas Nyx... Making me wish you had killed me... isn't exactly hard." Blood fell off her chin. It fell onto her chest, adding to what was already there. The sight would be considered beautiful by some. Her father would have grinned. He would have praised the Sith Knight for doing what he never could. "I think... that I'm going... to fall asleep now..." Something made her want to laugh again. Maybe the sensation of dying was what she had always wanted. Or maybe it was soft, gentle, sweet by design. "Promise me... if you change your mind... that you'll wake me." Quietly she lifted her left hand back up, pressing it to her lips, swirling them briefly, before stroking it across the other girl's helm. Defiance? Yes. Flirtation? Perhaps. From the poison. Not from her.
Probably.

"I want you to look me in the eyes when you do." Was... was this it? With every passing moment her life force was fading, her signature in the force growing weaker, and the light in her eyes disappearing. 'Twas nearing the end. How glorious, how wondrous, the feeling was. To finally be done with it all... Stone... Whatever odd perversion of joy she had felt snapped away in an instant. R-Raaf? There were still a few souls in the galaxy who may miss her- if not simply notice her absence. Rest easy, comrades, I die a good death. To the old lands I go... To where I've always belonged. Was she going to go to Chaos again?... Likely. And it didn't bother her in the slightest. That was, quite definitely, where the Imperial Boomshot queen belonged. So she closed her eyes without a moment of doubt, or sadness, and drifted off to sleep... quite possibly for the last time.
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EQUIPMENT: ECHO Bactarma Armor, fighting knife. {Link in signature}
INJURIES: Fading into oblivion... requires immediate medical attention- or she will die.
MUSIC: Nyx's Death Scene Playlist: Click Here
NOTES: No, she's not dead yet. But the lassy is about to die. Her wounds are to severe to survive without a very quick response. So, if this is it... Thank you, friends, for helping me with my favorite character ever. The first one of mine to ever reach the rank of Knight. If this isn't it... I hope you cried anyway.