Episode VI: Balance of the Force

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Location: Font of power
Allies: [member="Wanderer EXO"] [member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Nefertari Sovint"] [member="Bol-Jahir"]
Enemies: [member="Akala"], blue minions

Despite everything, Gherron was relieved when Xander had showed up. He hadn't known the man very long, but they had quickly formed somewhat of a bond between them. Though Gherron was still unsure of everything, the warrior Jedi's presence brought out the warrior in himself once more. All fear faded from his face, all doubt vanquished. He was a Jedi, and he would not be pushed around by some spoiled princess. Even if that spoiled princess was now a massive beast with the power to summon who knew how many minions, as well as open hundreds upon hundreds of rifts like the one he had come through. Keeping his mind on Akala, he followed up behind Xander and began cutting down the strange blue figures as soon as they spawned, giving his friend backup. He would only hope that Nef would be at his side, also fighting. Her words strengthened him as much as the presence of his friend did. They would fight together, and die together if they had to. Akala would die. Though his form was messy, due to the fluctuations in the force coupled with the constant booming from Akala, he managed to keep himself in the battle, no matter what. slicing down the blue minions one by one, he constantly traded glances between Xander and Akala. "Careful buddy", he said softly as he continued to fight. If any of his friends went down, he didn't know how he'd be able to take it.

 

[Yoru Shakou]

// On the Shores of Sanctuary \\​

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The endless sand of the Dunes had seemed to carry on for thousands upon thousands of meters, each one aching to climb over, with the thought that it would never end. Slowly as he pulled himself up to the next dune, he stopped at the top, his eyes focused upon what seemed to be water. He had already dismissed the thought though, it could not be water, yet it was clear as day to him. Perhaps it was merely his mind already beginning to play tricks upon him in the endless waste, though there was only one way to find out. Stepping forward he slid down the side of the dune as he had so many times before, though this time his foot splashed as it landed. It was water, or was it? He couldn't rightly tell as he ran a hand through the liquid. He was still expecting it to merely disappear the moment he moved further, though it did not, it remained and seemed to get slightly deeper and deeper the further into it he moved.​

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Stopping for a moment he looked forward, his eyes settling upon the small shack, moving over the home that looked as if it had sprouted up from nowhere. He was hesitant, not wanting to trespass or offer insult to whomever had crafted such an abode. Still expecting it all to disappear, he carefully pressed his boot against the wooden platform that ran up to the house. His hand moving over the pylon that held a small boat in place as it bobbed up and down on the surface of the water. Stepping forward still he barely reached the front door when he felt as if something was wrong. His hand pressed against the arch before he felt a sudden tingle crawl down his spine as if something terrible had happened. ​

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Quickly he looked back over his shoulder, seeing the constructed world above in the same sky as the Green Sun. Something was wrong, something that sat heavy in his stomach and warned him that things were only going to get worst. Pulling his helmet off so he could see the sight through his own eyes rather than a visor, he set the piece upon a wooden pylon before letting out a heavy sigh. He wondered just how he had come across this place, or how he had even ended up in a place that was meant for those that harnessed the force. His thoughts returning to his friend, the young woman whom he was forced to kill in order to defend himself. He had wondered if he would see her in this place, though it had not happened, while at the same time he felt as if she were watching over him. ​

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The feeling once more struck his nerve as he let out a terrible shudder. His eyes focused as he watched the rifts beginning to tear open across the netherworld. Tightening his fists he nodded to himself, quickly pulling his helmet back on before speaking to himself. ​

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"Perhaps I will see you once more Kialla and very soon."​

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It was amusing to himself that he could even be allowed to see the woman that he killed, though he had always hoped that when he finally met his own end he would be reunited with her. Not the Jedi that she had become, but the woman that he had always thought she would have been, smiling and laughing. Closing his eyes for a moment as he pulled the helmet upon his head, he let out a slow breath as he opened his eyes. Stepping forward he pushed himself towards world above, watching as the rifts continued to open. Steeling himself for what was to come, he nodded that he was ready to face what very well might be his end. ​

 

[Nefertari Sovint]

Location: Font of power
Allies: [member="Wanderer EXO"], [member="Xander Carrick"], [member="Gherron Vael"], [member="Bol-Jahir"]
Enemies: [member="Akala"], blue minions

She gave a battlecry as Xander charged the monster
It took a great effort, but Nefertari re-gained control of her cybernetic.
"Come at me, blue freaks!"
Nefertari fell into her most comfortable form: Shii-Cho

Cutting her adversaries down with the grace of a lady, Nef tried to keep her thoughts away from Gherron. At least of him dying here.
"Akala...When I get my hands on you, I swear I will give you one across your lip"

As another wave was on its way, Nef looked over at her boyfriend
Stay safe, my love. There is something I long to ask you...

The Force had returned. A corrupted form of it, but hooray!
Nefertari was somewhat able to get back to her proper fighting ability
Moving sharply, a stone was flung at Akala

 

[Aithne Charr]

Location: Font of Power
Objective: Rescue these pansy Jedi and kill a monster
[member="Nefertari Sovint"] [member="Gherron Vael"] [member="Akala"] [member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Wanderer EXO"]

Solan watched them all from where he stood, their fighting the creatures and he stepped forward as the force hit him and he breathed in. It felt so good once more to have it he had to flex his fingers once before looking at one of the blue minions that was near by and whistling before snapping his fingers to test something, a steam of flames leaving his hand and blasting into the minion's chest as he smiled wider and let a wide grin rise on his face before letting his mind reach out with his natural empathy and touched the nearest feelings. These feelings he would draw power from, his hands flexing once more before twitching and smiling out as a burst of darkside energy rippled from him before he breathed out and looked at the closest blue minions. "Through Fire and Blood i claim the lives of those that would serve a monster. Let you find peace in hell once more, your souls will be returned to their rightful place and away from this demon." He pulled the scythe back and smiled as he charged into the first one, cleaving it down the chest and smiling as he joined the Jedi.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: Lashtu

He felt nothing back – no words, no voices; nothing. Even the vision that was Nima Tann hadn’t tried to stop him. Because it was too late. Connor had started to achieve his purpose – to fully embrace the power of the Force and surviving a journey into the netherworld to come out understanding both Light and Dark.

It was time to show the galaxy and [member=Akala] he was a true Master of the Force and show he was worthy to love her, and he could put the galaxy right again with his ability. Standing, he turned and looked up on the cliff face at the swirling green tendrils from the energy portal, which would take him back into strange world he came from and find a way to Akala.

He closed his eyes with the portal in mind and saw the Force wrap around him, feeling it ripple through his muscles and his skin, elevating him like nothing he had felt before. He saw the portal coming closer, he felt the air beneath him and believed the Force could take him anywhere.

Connor’s body jolted and he came crashing down on the ground yards from the portal. He had done it – a teleportation through the power of the Force.

He smiled and got his breath. Only a true Master could achieve that. His Force capability now surpassed that of Grandmaster E’ron – he could lead the Silver Jedi to greatness.

Turning into the portal, he opened his arms and brought the Force to him, exhaling as he walked forward…back into the hellish world to use his new power to escape this mental prison and stop Akala’s pain by proving his love for her was more than anything else she could imagine…

 

[Garza]

Location: Font of power
Objective: Fight Akala
Allies: Um everybody fighting Akala, [member="Gherron Vael"], [member="Wanderer EXO"], [member="Nefertari Sovint"], [member="Bol-Jahir"],
Enemies: Everybody trying to kill me. [member="Akala"]
Gear: Armor(In sig), Hammer(In sig), Double bladed Lightsaber, Secondary Single lightsaber.

Running forward, I charged at Akala not caring about her words as I charged. However suddenly, everything changed. Her voice loud and booming. Sending EVERBODY to the ground as we were all very close to the source of the beast that could only be using some variant of Force scream. I stopped and clutched my head for a second as all around us blue minions of the darkness rose. It was then where I could look behind me to see everyone else charging. Standing after Akala had finally decided to be quiet, I charged.

Stabbing at her with the bright blue lightsaber. Followed by an uppercut. However despite the attack against her, Blue minions came to rush up to prevent me from killing Akala. Their god. Their mother. I had to back off away from Akala to deal with three that ran my way. Dispatching them with relative ease as I cut one in half, followed by another with it's head flying, and the other I slashed from groin to head.

"This is gonna be one long ass fight."

 

[Barkt Melan]

The Bothan had been wandering for far to long, He wasn't sure just how long. He spent most of his time avoiding combat, saving everything he had until he needed it. He had spent twenty shots with his blaster, and one with the Verpine shattergun. Now he was somewhere with others. Not only that, but they seemed to be sane. Sane was good.

And then he saw [member="Akala"].

"Sithspit." he muttured, raising the blaster. He pulled the trigger, and heard nothing but a soft click. It wasn't working. Looking it over as he cautiously stepped closer, he watched it power on. Odd. But he wondered if the shot would even harm the creature, assuming he could hit it. Simple blaster fire may not be what it took to bring the creature down. Still, he felt like he had to try. As he leveled the weapon, however, something changed. Rifts opened all around, shaking him before he could fire. Through them, he saw worlds he knew. Roon. Chroma Zed. Bothuwai. He wanted to go home, wanted to be home. But they would need help. He lowered his head, making his choice, and squeezed of a shot at the beast.

After all, he was in hell already.

 

[Garza]

Location: Font of power
Objective: Fight Akala
Allies: Um everybody fighting Akala, [member="Gherron Vael"], [member="Xander Carrick"], [member="Nefertari Sovint"], [member="Bol-Jahir"], [member="Solan Charr"],
Enemies: Everybody trying to kill me. [member="Akala"]
Gear: Pistol, Rifle, Grenade X4, Two Daggers, Thermal Detonators X2,

I brought up my rifle and continued to fire as the Jedi behind me were planning their attack. I rushed one man by slamming my fist into his face. Sending him flying. I fired two more rounds into another man using my system programing to aim while firing from the hip. Seeing as how they were getting closer and closer, I flipped the rifle onto my back, while slamming my foot into a man with the spikes in my foot out and entering into his chest. Retracting them and my foot away from the now dead body as I drew my Hardline blaster pistol. Turning on the laser to help in aiming as I fired to blow up the head of a man.

I turned around a second time to see the Jedi now charging, only for Akala to start yelling. Even my own sound caused pain to me. I fell to my knees but quickly got back up as all the sound was became static. And that was all I could hear. Somehow my processing units for sound were popped. Meaning I couldn't hear. I cursed to myself

"Sithspit!"

Even when I couldn't hear it. I brought up my blaster pistol as the Jedi were charging. And fired. Not at them, but at the horde of blue demons that were summoned. I shook my head as with my left hand I pulled out a dagger and plunged it into one that was trying to attack me. I may be only an HRD, but that doesn't mean I can't fight. I was half tempted to tell one of the Jedi to give me one of their spare lightsabers to use since daggers were too short and needed exact precision. While I could do that, it was going to get very hard having to do it to every foe that came up to me.

Instead I dealt with it. For now.

 

[Nima Tann]

Location: Lashtu

Power... Lost... Alone... All the things that she could feel right now. After passing the Rift, she started to feel different. It felt... wrong and right at the same time. Wasn't she just... it felt... so sudden. A great love for Akala, which she learned and felt a great affection for her while travelling here. And yet, she was alone again, there was no trace of Akala, or [member="Connor Harrison"] which she just reunited with... Why did things need to be always so difficult? Well at least her Force was back, and she felt connected to it... This time she felt the Force flowing through all over her body, and there was nothing in her head, just silence... Just peace and harmony. She continued walking while trying to understand what was happening. This whole thing... This whole thing would just be a nightmare... She hoped that.

"Connor, Master E'ron, anyone in the Silver Jedi... If you hear me I found myself in a totally different planet that I've never seen. This whole thing... This place... It's not right. I just... I hope you are all okay." She let her thoughts escape from her minds and felt the touch of her thoughts in another minds, this was a first. She never managed to get in another minds before, and feel the countless thoughts of the ones that she tried to contact with. "Let's find a way out of here..." She took a breath and started to run, her speed was increasing and soon she was lots of away from the Rift, seeing a ruin of buildings and craters in front of her, she sighed. "No trace of life. Maybe I can try to reach... someone... anyone... alive..." She sat there, taking a meditating position, trying to find any signatures, weak or strong. A hope of light... There was no one... except... a datapad... about a warship... And a good one, as she read through the data, she could see why this place was destroyed.

Well, time to go to the place she just left... And maybe find another portal to return Voss, to home.

 

[Bol-Jahir]

[member="Gherron Vael"] [member="Wanderer EXO"]

"Flank her!" Bol-Jahir yelled, running towards the beast. He brandished his dagger, the only known object that Bol-Jahir knew could kill Akala. He leapt into the air, the planet/rift above cackling with energy. The Whisperstorm seemed to swirl with fury in the distance as Bol-Jahir's body reared through the air, swinging the dagger, preparing it to land in the beast's neck.​

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"DIE, BEAST."​

 

[Tefka]

Akala caught Bol-Jahir in her mouth and clamped down hard.​

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Jagged fangs pierced his skin and the man began to screech in terror. His blood curdling screams for mercy were deafened by the violent struggle of Akala swinging her head back and forth, sending the dagger flying from his hands and onto the ground before [member="Barkt Melan"]'s feet. She slammed Bol-Jahir's head into the ground hard, releasing him from her grasp - weak and near death, but still alive.​

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"YOU," the creature bellowed.​

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"THE MASTER SENDS THE APPRENTICE BUT DARES NOT SHOW HIS FACE?"​

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Akala placed a giant foot on the man's chest, turning him over, her gigantic head lowering down near his face. Large globs of saliva dripped to the ground from her massive teeth.​

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"You will suffer the sins of your Master."​

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She reared her head back, and something strange... began to happen.​

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She began to... siphon his soul? There wasn't a good way to describe what you were seeing. Essence, energy began to emanate from his body - only to be swallowed by the gaping maw of the beastial Akala.​

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Her back was to the others.​

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

[member="Akala"]

All across the Netherworld they moved. The dead, the dispossessed, the lost and the damned began their march.

The shades and spirits who had once been there now moved with one purpose, one motivation. Through the innumerable portals they moved. All across the galaxy those who could feel the Force would feel it twist and pull from their reach.

The one greatest and most terrible truth for all organics was the fact that the dead outnumbered the living. Spirits long dead and gone gathered. Here a Sith Lord of the Old Empire, here a Dantooine farmer, there a Rodian smuggler. All of them now answered a single call.

Their pale, transparent mouths opened, no sound coming forth yet, but each of them called the name of their Queen and Mistress.

“AKALA!”

Soon the galaxy would see this invincible host and know that their death was at hand, for how could one defeat the dead?

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Location: Font of Power
Allies: [member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Wanderer EXO"] [member="Nefertari Sovint"] [member="Solan Charr"]
Enemies: [member="Akala"], spirits of the undead

Gherron watched as his friend charged the wicked beast with his hammer, and nodded, keeping his attention on the minions that seemed to keep appearing. However, the sound of [member="Bol-Jahir"] leaping into the air with a loud call took his attention. Gherron wanted to call out to the man to stop, as he saw what was about to happen, but it was to late. Akala caught him in the death-grip of her jaws, thrashing him about like a rag doll. And then, the unspeakable happened. Her massive foot lay on Bol-jahir's chest, and it semed as if his very essence was being taken from him. Gherron hated it, but this was their chance to move. Looking around to find where the dagger had landed, he spotted it some ways away from him, near [member="Barkt Melan"]. Pointing to the bothan, he tried to get his attention. "Hey! Throw me the dagger! It's the only thing that can kill the beast!" He began looking frantically between the slowly dying man and the dagger that was too far away from him. Something had to be done. He then watched helplessly as spirits began to take form, once dead, now walking among the living. Hell was literally breaking loose in front of him.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Location: Font of Power
Allies: [member="Xander Carrick"], [member="Wanderer EXO"] [member="Nefertari Sovint"] [member="Gherron Vael"]
Enemies: [member="Akala"]

"HEY SCHUTTA." He smiled as he reached down into his cloak and removed several round detonators which soon found themselves beeping as Solan yelled to the others. "FIRE IN THE HOLE." His hands tossed the first and then the second in quick repetition, the grenades flying high and at Akala as she grabbed and started to drain the man's soul. But considering how the Jedi was looking between him and the others he had a good feeling this man was too good for Akala to claim and so, he wouldn't let her have the man's soul that easily. He probably wouldn't live anyways, and if he didn't... well they were in hell, not like he had anywhere to go past here now does he?

So without further thought the grenades sailed over the heads of the others and then solan's hands reached out to try and pull Xander back before the man got his head blown off if he could. If not... well again, they were already in hell, this was pretty much the one place you could die and you would be perfectly fine afterwards right?

 

[Garza]

Location: Font of power
Objective: Fight Akala
Allies: Um everybody fighting Akala, [member="Gherron Vael"], [member="Wanderer EXO"], [member="Nefertari Sovint"], [member="Bol-Jahir"],
Enemies: Everybody trying to kill me. [member="Akala"]
Gear: Armor(In sig), Hammer(In sig), Double bladed Lightsaber, Secondary Single lightsaber.

The fates were not kind this day. First being up in the front, I moved back as the man lept towards the beast. Not waiting for anyone to back him up. It would have been best if we all attacked at once. However, he charged in anyways with the stupid dagger. Now after his soul had literally been taken, I was rethinking about my situation. There was the high temptation to run. But I couldn't. It was my duty as a Jedi and as a Mandalorian Knight to fight Akala and end this nightmare.

Only if there were more people to help.

Gherron started to yell at someone for the Dagger. While I got pulled back suddenly. Grenades were thrown overhead. I slung my arm around to push off whowever was grabbing me. Seeing as how they were from behind, I didn't know who it was. Even as the dead around us began to rise. Coming forth in multitudes that would overwhelm us. We had to do something.

"Come on Carrick do something!"

I smiled knowing what to do. Already I turned around and yelled at Gherron.

"No! Let him have it. Protect him at all costs!"

Instead of running towards Akala I ran towards the group. Grabbing the man behind me as I did so.

"We need to group up and work together. Not just throw grenades and hope for the best."

Rushing I slammed my fist into a few of the undead to knock them back down into their graves. Once I got to Gherron, I started yelling to everyone.

"Form a circle around [member="Barkt Melan"]! Don't let anything get to him!"

I faced Akala and smiled. Knowing what we were doing was risky, deadly, dangerous, and even insane, but it had to be done.

"Now everbody, Move towards Akala."

With a mutter under my breath,

"Whatever gods there are have mercy on us."

 

[Darth Infernus]

Location: Font of Power
Allies: The Dead, [member="Akala"]
Enemies: The Living, Specifically [member="Xander Carrick"], [member="Gherron Vael"], [member="Wanderer EXO"], [member="Nefertari Sovint"], [member="Bol-Jahir"], [member="Barkt Melan"]

From the Darkness, from the depths of the Netherworld, from the eternal Abyss that so many dead called their homes arose a man once thought lost.

A twisted and broken image, a reflection of things held dear by many in the galaxy, a broken mirror image of ideals still held by those who conquered Coruscant. From the bleakness he rose, summoned by a power greater than his own, brought back by strength that could not possibly comprehend. Out of the mist of the dead and dying, out of the wall of an everlasting army came Darth Infernus.

He strode within the mists for a step or two, seemingly appearing from nowhere.

Shrouded in black garb and carrying only a single lightsaber wrapped in yorik-coral Infernus stepped as a man with purpose towards his master. The shouts of Akala called to him like a sweet siren song. His montrals twitched ever so slightly, and his undying eyes fell upon the scene of battle that lay before him. He took a deep breath, his eyes changing, shifting, gaze falling upon those who would assault his mistress.

The blackness came.

The rage.

It felt so familiar, a specter of the past, a ghost of his former self. The anger built within him, a snap and a hiss that came from his own blade, a bright red light. He shifted, his gaze falling towards [member="Barkt Melan"] and [member="Xander Carrick"].

The roared.

With two more strides he began to attack. His free hand surged, lightning spitting forth in crackling waves of blue and purple, surging towards The Bothan and the Man. Powerful pulses of the force strong enough fry a bantha.

 

[Barkt Melan]

Location: Fount of Power
Objective: Survive
Allies: [member="Wanderer EXO"] [member="Gherron Vael"] [member="Xander Carrick"]
Enemies: [member="Akala"] [member="Spirit of Chaos"] [member="Darth Infernus"]

The shot seemed to have no effect on the.... thing. He still couldn't classify it. Whatever it was, the man it was killing lost his grip on the weapon, and it spun towards him, impaling into the dirt before the blade disappeared and the metal handle clanged into the ground and skirted to his feet. Lowering the gun, he looked down at it. The thoughts of a moment ago vanished as he knelt, his hand wrapping around the metal-looking handle, immediately noticing just how cold it felt. As his hand closed, an eerie blue flame seemed to sprout out, extending downwards until it reached about a foot from the handle, dissipating to reveal a triangular obsidian blade. the weight seemed to almost triple as he rose to his feet. Holding it in his hand, he noted the near perfect balance. It felt... good to hold it.

And then he snapped back to the world around him, hearing the shouts of the man to throw the weapon to him. The Bothan hesitated for a moment, before the other man, closer to the beast, and seeming to hold authority, spoke otherwise. He held the blade between him and the nearest of the undead, a swing cleaving through the form and returning it to dust. His grip on the handle tightened as he stepped closer to the monstrous creature that continued to drink from the soul of Bol-Jahir. And then he heard something like a scream. His mind snapped to attention with just enough time to raise the dagger in an attempt to survive the Sith Lord's torrent of lightning.

Surprisingly, it seemed to work, the dagger absorbing or redirecting just enough of the bolts to keep him alive. With both hands gripped around the dagger, he had little else he could do but try and withstand the torrent.

 

[Cira]

"Balance must always be. Without darkness, light cannot exist. Summon the other, each will."​

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Every cause has its effect. Every effect has its cause.

There is no such thing as chance.

Betrayal would beget a sense of injustice; an injustice that would span well beyond the grave. Beyond the fabric of the Force. There was much I had left to do. That had to get done.

I wasn't ready.

Akala changed all that.

 

[Seris Vant]

Location: Northern strip of Behelian Canyon.

Seris had marched quite a ways from the river of the dead. Straddling the canyon and the blood soaked grounds. Wary of the warning she was given and for any other trouble. Hopes were rising to find a way out of here. At least death wasn't such an imminent prospect anymore. Near enough a giant storm raged ahead. Lightning and thunder rocked the skies as the clouds whipped around like it was a gigantic tornado. Seris was headed that way, currently stopped in her tracks to view the magnificent sight. It wasn't that the wind was blowing though that would be a problem, but what the wind was blowing.

Suddenly visual cut out. All other sensors failed too. A loss of electrical power shut down her helmets systems. "What the kark! The battery was changed three days ago I've got another four left". Seris ripped off her helmet to get out of the darkness. Instantly the landscape had changed. Dotted with hundreds of strange lights. Was it like this before here and her helmet couldn't pick them up. That wouldn't make sense the optics could view well past and within the ranges of her natural sight. Something had changed in this realm. It caused this and a failure of electrical devices. Seris stepped backwards to be suddenly sucked in to one of these newly formed portals. The hand of fate decided to cast her through several of these to a multitude of different worlds. Only a brief catch of what planets they may be before the next was upon the eye. The helmet in her hand was let losse, falling to the ground on who knows where to be lost forever. In the end, thrown on to her hands and knees at the battle that may decide the fate of the galaxy, perhaps the universe. The Font of Power, still in this hellish realm to face some nightmare of destiny. Seris raised her head. Before her a great beast towered above, a bloodied body impaled in it's jaw. Akala.

Location: Fount of Power
Allies: [member="Barkt Melan"] [member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Gherron Vael"] [member="Bol-Jahir"] [member="Nefertari Sovint"]
Enemies: [member="Akala"] [member="Darth Infernus"] [member="Spirit of Chaos"]

Seris' heart jumped with fear at the sight of this monster. As did she, falling back and popping her legs out. Scrambling away best she could. It was only a good thirty feet of so from the mouth of the monster before she locked up. Paralyzed in fear and only able to mutter "Bwah" a few times. Was she to be eaten like this man in her jaws, or stomped in to the earth. Why was death always on her mind here and as soon as something looked up she was literally thrown into the dirt again?! Some voice was kicking softly behind the thoughts of terror to run or do something. Preservation instincts was trying to break through.

 

[Liliane]

"Huh... Mortals."​

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The man stepped took his first step once again. And all that drove through his head was his son [member="Darth Vornskr"] and the hatred for all living it had caused in him.​

He was not ready to disappear. He had much to do. To destroy. To conquer. To serve [member="Akala"] .​

The former Sith Lord took a little more step. From the darkness. From the eternal battle. And he found himself...​

... in another battle.​

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He found himself next to a woman. A woman with some armor on. It was [member="Seris Vant"], it seemed.​

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And all he did was...​

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... laugh ...​

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"HA HA HA!"​

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[member="Barkt Melan"] | [member="Xander Carrick"] | [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Gherron Vael"] | [member="Nefertari Sovint"]​

[member="Bol-Jahir"] | [member="Darth Infernus"] | [member="Spirit of Chaos"]​