Faction Faustin Deal

[Lyssara Thrynn]

Suddenly, in a corner of the shadows, a figure begins to take shape. It fully materializes as the Force invisibility is lifted, and an aura, now fully visible, manifests before everyone's eyes, rushing toward the girl lying on the ground with a metal beam through her abdomen.

Nyva Shei approaches, nearly knocking over Darth Teeth, and crouches beside the injured woman. She examines the extent of the damage and sighs upon seeing the wound, which is bleeding out at an alarming rate.

"If you touch her, I'll kill you before you have time to do anything. Understood?"

It's rare for her to be so authoritative, but if it's to protect her mistress, she's ready to fight and bite anyone who dares to interfere.

She pulls out a small first aid kit and begins to immediately assess the wound and treat it, knowing it requires urgent care. She gently uses telekinesis to remove the metal beam, then administers a small injection of Bacta to prevent contamination and disinfect the injury as much as possible before moving on to the next steps of the treatment.

"Don't talk to me, I need to concentrate now. I can heal her! That's MY Mistress and she dont die today!"

She uses powerful painkillers and analgesics to ensure she can proceed with the operation in the best possible conditions. She works to repair what she can, and for the hole itself, she uses advanced Force healing to fix the damaged body, even if it means sacrificing some of her own energy to repair the damage.

The hole created by the beam slowly begins to close, and she ensures the patient's condition is stabilized. One thing is certain: she's a Mirialan healer who knows exactly what she's doing. She also has a sniper rifle on her back, a robust model, and it seems she follows Lyssara wherever she goes.

Diarch Rellik Darth Teeth

 

[Darth Hemorpheus]

The Lord of Life had gripped more tightly Ana's hand as the craft began to lose the battle with the elements, even spinning after a collision. Hemorpheus sensed Diarch Rellik was using his command of the Force to help steady their descend when they crashed into something soft, most likely a snow mound. The Diarch asked for the sit rep, and The Archon of Life said ,
"All is well with myself," turning to Ana, "Are you alright darling?" When she gave a nod and affirmed she was alright, he then turned his attention to The Apprentice, Lyssara Thrynn , something he was not aware of stepped in between her and Darth Teeth who was salivating over the opportunity to extract some teeth. His zeal was premature, and the Lord of Life come up to him said,
"I promised you exotic collections on this world, leave her mouth be and anyone else's."
There was sterness to his tone, as he did something he had not revealed to anyone, with his command of the Force, he made the cells in the Dark Dentist go still, and he suddenly became as a statue.

Coming to Lysarra and healer who had stowed away or he had not taken notice of.
"Should there be need, I can lend aid. I see that you are familiar with the healing way."

The loud knock on the outer ramp door had not gone unnoticed, the voice was unmistakable, so was the presence. The Achon of Death ( Darth Nexion ) was there, and he was seeking admittance. Extending his hand, the Lord of Life made the manual release pull and the ramp began to drop into the fresh powder, the howl of wind outside now was filling the place and the cold. He welcomed his Brother to come take shelter among warm bodies and gear that would keep them from freezing. Not even one step towards their destination and injury, was this a omen? The tales of Odar-Faustin were terrible indeed, many perished contracting the viral strain Lord Scaberous had used to try and achieve immortality. In this moment, Hemorpheus had moment of self reflection, was he on verge of becoming like him? Would you be driven to madness in his Odyseey, his pursuit of the fabric of life and controlling it?

The Achon of Life was standing near Lyssara should his offer of aid be accepted, he felt responsible for her injuries. This Imperial Vessel was very old, he had chosen it to blend in to this world, so that it would appear as something from that time and go unnoticed by anything lurking on the planet. For he sensed something strange was on the planet, he felt the aura of the dark side, though being Lord of Life he did not sense life...

 

[Anastarsia]

The crash had made Ana nearly fall out of her seat, despite a belt. It was Hemorpheus' hand and his grip that she sensed around her body that had stayed her from falling. She turning when he asked how she was said,
"I am fine.." She then noticed Lyssara Thrynn had collapsed and was bleeding, she tried to remove her belt and when it would not come off, she teleported through, her waist becoming as smoke as she then went to her and met the Healer, Hemorpheus even offering to help. That was what she loved about him, he was always trying to help others, to preserve life. That was what stood him apart from many Sith Lords bent on destruction and displays of martial prowess, he was devoted to the Vita.
When the great door and ramp opened, the chill came in and the loud noise of the wind, she took a blanket and offered it to the Healer, and said,
"I know healing in the Magicks, I offer my knowledge if it is needed as well."

This injury could be seen as a bad first footing for their mission, however, it was bringing them together. All save that strange Tooth obsessed One who only made everyone unnerved. She was elated that Hemorpheus put him in his place, telling him to cease taunting others, especially someone in pain and who's life was being threatened by wounds. The Nightsister created a flame in her hand and expanded its worth to ensure that cold of outside did not make Lyssara weaker. Hopefully whoever was outside would come in and they could close it one more, and help nurse the Apprentice of Diarch Rellik back to health.

 

[Murakami Ikari]

TAG: Darth Nexion Diarch Rellik Lyssara Thrynn

Walking over to a glass case, suspended on the hanging was a lightsaber hilt, robes, and a Mask, the visor red. Opening the glass door with the eave of his hand, Ikari began to don the mantels of the Academy, the black attire covering his skin with its blemishes. As he rook the ring of chrome on the saber hilt and attached it to his belt, he then took up the helm, looking at it with his long flowing black hair, his eyes glowing as red kyber crystals. Taking up the mask as a crown he then pulled it over his face and latched it, making a strong sealing sound. Then he began to walk to the inner network of the cave, there in the walls in sack of yellowish green with coral lining was a nest. As he walked by his hands outstretched, the crstalists began to tremble, and fluid began to pour out of them, claws as petruid as pods came forth, breaking out and the figures of the most deformed began to swarm around The Murakami, they all growling as he then began to walk, none of them assailed him, rather than made a circle around him as he came to mouth of cave.

There below, down was the Academy, and the crashed Imperial Vessel, his visor which was thin and horizontal, glowing as garnet, fixed on the the ship.
"Go.. welcome our guests."
The Swarm cried out and began to tread the snow up from their clawed hands and feet as they ran on all fours. Their numbers were vast, though only a first wave was commanded to make for the vessel. Their growls and snarls would be heard through open door, some of them made for the figure at the door, the Creatures began to leap on to the capsized ship, some landing on the front window, causing cracks, others shook the wings as they hit it with much of their weight. They clawed at the steal of the vessel. The Swarm was in a frenzy, treating the ship as a great carcass, mawing and tearing at it, making the inside of ship ring loud with their maddened attack.

The Lord of the Orchid stood watching his children thrash at the ship, he was curious how inventive these intruders would be. He could sense the power of the darkness with them, which was not a suprise, no Jedi had a lack of sense to come to this cursed place. On those who were driven by their delusions of dominion and control came. He had seen many Sith come and few go, many of them were now in his Swarm. In fact, one of head Murakami Feeders held a saber and had lit the blade as it bound for the open door of the ship. How careless of them, this might be over shortly and he could go back to his slumber. The cold had little effect on Ikari, his blood boiled within from the fever of the Strain. So he stood there arms crossed, a horde of the Swarm with him, watching, waiting, to see how these fools responded.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

Bad news never comes alone. Faced with the gravity of the situation, Nyva agrees to accept the help of the Nightsister, as they don't have the time to proceed otherwise.

"Alright, help me heal her; it looks like we're going to have to fight…"

Hearing the commotion outside does nothing to reassure her. She quickly focuses on healing Lyssara with a powerful Force ability, stabilizing her wound and preventing further danger. However, if Nyva has to fight, she would be utterly useless in close combat. All she can do is rely on her sniper rifle or a blaster to contribute to the fight. She's a support; melee combat isn't something anyone can count on her for.

They are in the worst possible situation. Her master is down, and a fight is imminent. Nyva needs to focus on healing as much as possible to stabilize Lyssara and ensure her survival. The wound has improved significantly since she began, and with the Nightsister's help, the healing process is even more effective. Still, Lyssara won't wake up for a while.

Nyva proceeds with a revitalization attempt to help her regain consciousness. However, given the severity of the wound, the shock of waking up will be harsh. Not to mention, there might be trauma that will need addressing later on.

Nyva puts away her medical kit and grabs her sniper rifle, ready to defend her master if needed. She's determined to buy Lyssara the time she needs to recover properly. For now, she knows she can't rely on Lyssara for any help given her state.

"Thank you for your help, Nightsister. My name is Nyva Shei. Unfortunately, our fight is far from over. Will you lend me your strength to protect the master?"

She bows her head politely toward the Nightsister in a gesture of gratitude. Then, she turns toward the sounds that are steadily closing in on their position. Lyssara stay passed out time.

Anastarsia Diarch Rellik Darth Nexion Darth Hemorpheus

 

[Credius Nargath]

"Vessels with lifesigns has crashed, new orders?" The voices of the Sceleratii came over the comms in unison, perplexing the shadowy figure who was still busy with whatever atrocity they had going on. While the ones brought in by the sceleratii aboard the Usurper continued to scream in utter pain and horror, as their insides were practically charbroiled without mercy, the one unleashing the terror of sith lightning upon them, took in a deep breath, with a strange smoke flowing into the being's nostrils and seemingly, albeit slowly rejuvinating the monster hidden in the shadows.

"Continue observation... confirm lifesigns, if there are none, return to prior protocol of gathering samples," The voice was coarse and rough, like sand in the desert, yet with each word resonating over the comms, the voice became fuller and less haunting, deeper and smoother. "Discern force sensitivity among the lifesigns...with confirmation, keep alive at all costs."

The connection shuddered and went silent, while the two Sceleratii attempted to locate the wreckage of the shuttle they'd been keeping an eye out for at a distance. What the Sceleratii noticed though, was perhaps more confusing to the droids themselves than it may have been to the actual victims of the crash; someone who gave off an obvious lifesignal according to the destection sensors was surrounded by things only the droids' optics could process, but not their sensors or those of either of their vessels. "Prioritize lifesigns... engage weapon systems."

Like two birds of prey, the small Legiones Raiders barelled down from the skies, slits at the front of the vessels widening and revealing the barrels of two FLAK slugthrowers, unleashing a veritable whirlwind of rounds into the massive crowd of unliving, attempting to thin out this horde a bit and to follow up on the protocol of keeping the lifesigns...alive...for now. However, since they could not remain too close, the two sceleratii maneuvered their vessels away from the horde as fast as they had unleashed their slugs into it, arching around widely and attempting a second run over the massive horde of things which seemed to be guided by that one individual their sensors did pick up.

"Second run complete...engage autopilot, ejecting is mandatory," With those words uttered in a pair of metallic voices, the two raider vessels started to shudder and shake, when the two droids dropped down into the snow and activated their cloaking devices, letting their vessels fly themselves off back towards the Usurper. "Stealth protocol activated, observing situation...waiting for new orders."

Darth Hemorpheus | Murakami Ikari | Diarch Rellik | Anastarsia | Darth Teeth | Darth Nexion | Lyssara Thrynn

 

[Diarch Rellik]

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In the beginning his apprentice showed a strong face. The Diarch looking around to gauge the damage done to the crew and ship. "I… I'm fine its a.. All good," She spoke to him, he noticed the shakiness in her voice. After a moment she tried to stand and fell to her knees. A pipe had been sent through her abdomen. Immediately as she hit the ground her attendant Nyva came to her aid. Rellik watched her, once blood came from her mouth he knew she had internal bleeding.

Hemorpheous and Anastarsia came to her aid as well. Both offering their expertise to keep his apprentice alive. The Diarch studied in medicine but not to the level of the other three watched. A dark aura surrounding him. Than the mad man pilot had arrived, wondering over the procurement of her teeth. The Dark aura now turning to one of malevolence. If she was not healed, if she died here today. The Diarch would turn this entire ship into a graveyard. Ally or foe.

His joking demeanor was gone. Around him the approach and urge to kill and seep death among those who had failed him grew. His hands behind his back he watched them work. The Diarch's approaching pressure in the force making the ship creak and groan. There were few outside of his family he had taken a personal promise to care for and grow their power. Lyssara was one of them.

Her stabilization had the same effect on him. Calming the darker nature inside his soul. Luckily for everyone they were not alone now. Beasts from within the blizzard were approaching the ship. The Diarch preoccupied with his growing fervor before had not noticed them until they were already close.

With instinct he lifted some of the ships broken metal. He unleashed his saber and began to carve runes into the spare pieces. He swiftly sent the inscribed metal to the open door in a crossing pattern and spoke in ur-Kittât "Midwan iv pragari" Streaks of burning lightning now formed between the runes hopefully creating a barrier for the people inside and slowing down the monsters outside.

Taking one last glance at Lyssara he spoke aloud to all in the room. "Thank you for your effort in keeping her alive. Do your best not to fail in this task." Before moving to stand between them and the beasts on the interior side of his makeshift gate. Lightsaber still within his white knuckled grip he would use his defensive style of Soresu to keep the ones working on her safe from the vicious creatures.

Tags: Lyssara Thrynn Darth Hemorpheus Anastarsia Darth Nexion Credius Nargath

 

[Murakami Ikari]

TAG: Credius Nargath
Diarch Rellik Lyssara Thrynn Darth Nexion Darth Hemorpheus Anastarsia

The Lord of the Damned watching his brothers beat at the vessel and try to flood the open hatch had his attention draw to a ship that hovered above and opened fire, dropping a payload on the Swarm, their bodies bursting in yellows and bile like greens. His visor fixating on this craft as it then draw away destroying the majority of the first wave. Ikari with a sigh began to walk down the slope towards the vessel, his Swarm around him moving in a circle as they growled and thrashed with their claws and teeth. He was near the Imperial Shuttle, he could reach out now and reach out her did with both hands, levitating it, there was loud buckling sound as the broke wing at dug into the ground like a tent peg. Hoisting his arms up, it began to rise into the sky, he then tossed it a cliffside overlooking the Academy and Tower of Scaberous. The ship began to spin, and it clollided with the rocky terrain blanketed by snow, making it fall all over as nose dug into the side of the cliff, and it began to teeter, the weight at the back drawing it down as the nose held it suspended, the open back where the ramp was, no had crates and debris falling out of it.

The Murakami Lord with his glowing visor watched as this shuttle was about to fall, they would rue the day they had landed on Odar-Faustin. He would ensure their every step, their every attempt to pillage his world was fraught with pain and death. He then with hand gesture commanded another contingent of the Swarm, they began charging up the cliff above the vessel, their arms and legs digging into the fresh powder of white as they came like beasts from above. Then a dozen of them began to leap down on to the nose and top, clawing at the glass, which was in so many cracks now, the weight of their bodies making on the verge of breaking. Ikari watching the Soldiers of the Strain becoming a one great fleshen boulder to make the shuttle fall, and fall it did, it broke loose from the crevice, and the front window of glass breaking as Undead clawed, their multiutde of arms reaching in as tendrils, as fishing lines to dig out whatever morsel they might find...

 

[Darth Hemorpheus]

TAG: Diarch Rellik Lyssara Thrynn Darth Nexion

Before the Lord of Life could respond to Diarch Rellik , the entire vessel was shaken and then it began to ascend, and was hurled into the air. The impact into what felt like rock and snow then became more perlious as suddenly upon the cracking windshield the Murkami Infected piled on, making the shuttle begin to fall. Hemorpheus rushed up, lit his saber and began to carve into the Zombies, breaching through an explosion of yellow fluids and limbs flying as he landed on the cliff edge and began to turn to try and catch the ship, with his free hand he cut at the horde that was besetting him, trying to multitask, he sliced limb and head asunder as he held the falling vessel with one hand and groaned. Inside was The Diarch, His Apprentice, His Assistant, and The Lord of Death, if he managed to get inside, truth be told her never saw Nexion, only heard his voice.

The Weight was pulling The Archon over the edge, dragging him on snow pack as he slide, with his other hand he cut at the legs of the Undead, making their torsos fall upon him and them using their claws, scratching at his mask. He pommeled them with bottom of his hilt, and cut, swinging widly as he tried to concentrate, and hold the ship, when another wave of these Maddened Monsters began to charge, and Hemorph threw his saber in a spin, the blade become as fan of white and red that cut into them, moving in air like boomerang has he took both hands and steadied the shuttle, and after some groaning made it settle down on the ground, when the some of horde, clawed at his back, biting into his nape, Hemorpheus threw his hips back and then dropped as the saber came back and lopped off the head of the Zombie and he caught the hilt. There standing in the snow, he panting as he realized he now may be infected. He counted to ten slowly, feeling his senses, was there signs yet? Did it manifest quickly, he tried to recall the research he had done on the Black Orchid Strain. And he remembered it took longer than that, he would have to wait and see if he now was One of the Damned...

 

[Anastarsia]

TAG: Diarch Rellik Lyssara Thrynn Darth Nexion

Ana had been helping use her craft to heal Lyssara Thrynn when the ship was hoisted up into the air and she was thrown against the wall, making her feel the wind knock out of her. She saw @Hemorpheus rushing towards glass that was breaking a horde of them coming through, his blade snapping to life. With the Magicks she teleported on to of the haul, and was on nose, she saw him now on the cliff fighting the Zombies, rushing she tried to travel to him when the ship began to fall, and she was swept backward off her feet, she reaching out with her pale hand as she then disappeared into a puff of gray and green smoke. She landed in a pile of snow somewhere below. She watched as the shuttle was suspended above, not having crashed, had he caught it? She tired with her two hands aglow with emerald light, to steady it as well, she could feel something was pulling at it, trying to keep it from falling. How had he caught it? Then she felt it being pushed down though well controlled and she helped, the opening where the ramp had been came to her and she saw the rest of them inside.
"Everyone! Hemorpheus is in peril! We have to get out of this ship!"