Gateway Lost [ TSE Dominion of Ziost ]

[Ria Misrani]

Objective: 3 & 4
Location: En Route to Volkorion Station

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In time the Galaxy will fall to us, just as it has before...

The familiar tones of the breather mask, the heavy footsteps aboard the shuttle as the dark cloak swept along the durasteel. Her eyes studied the station on the holo as she approached it, she had fought on Bimmissari on behalf of the Galactic Empire and had since been lost. Lost to the darkness that was the Galaxy, always avoiding contact with others, until she realized that isolation would get her nowhere. And so she travelled across the blackened sea, through the void of space going only to where the darkside felt strongest and it was on the edge of the Sith Empire, no less. Once she held the Jedi code with such an esteem, and once she felt the warmth of family and the bond of the Order of Fire. Now, all that was left were the ashes of wasted dreams and a tortured soul.

Her shuttle would revert from hyperspace soon enough, she thought as her eyes danced. Atmeiktes watched the console light up indicating that Zoist and Volkorion Station weren't long now. And it had been so long since she had been among others, truly she wondered how she would conduct herself. Left for dead on Kaeshana, taken by a Sith Lord who had since gone under the radar. What with the silent fall of the Resurgent Empire, and now here she was. Trying to start all over again, typical, she thought.

Still.

Atmeiktes prepared herself for reversion, and more so she prepared herself for the Sith.

Peace is a lie.

 

[Komo]

The tower was eerily quiet, with nothing but their footsteps echoing throughout the rooms of the tower as they passed them. The items used by their former owners still stood where they lay, as though they were all, every single one of them either driven away in a hurry or something far, far worse. The thought that all of these people could have possibly wiped from the face or the planet or even turned into the feral clones that now plagued the planet was a haunting one.

However, her thoughts were interrupted by a new sound, and any sound apart from theirs drew all eyes and ears towards the source of it. A low mourning wail made its presence known so loud, that that tower vibrated with the tremor that accompanied it as it reverberated against the walls, a ghastly warning of what was to come. There was no question to anyone present, Sith or soldier that danger was near. Just as the Dark Lord ignited his lightsaber, so did Greta. The Firebats following her brought their rifles up as they got ready all as one. They would no doubt need unity if they were to triumph over what sorcery has befallen this place.

The assault came soon enough, the feral raging butcher clones emerged in a massive horde, threatening to overwhelm their positions. Judging from the comms chatter, her troops at the entrance of the tower was facing a similar onslaught. As the order came for the Dark Lord to hold, the Sith knight gave the order to hold the line and eliminate the ghastly creatures. This was their victory. The Sith Empire would not be denied its birthright.

[member="Darth Carnifex"] , [member="Jack Holland"]​

 

[Darth Ophidia]

ZIOST
Volkorion Station

“Alright boys and girls, On rank! Eyes and ears open!“

The legionaires put their weapons on point as they entered Volkorion Station. Darth Ophidia followed in their midst, hands lingering close to the hilts of her lightsabres. As the darkness swallowed them, they all switched on their lights, except for the Sith Lord who simply closed her eyes and sensed her way through the Force. It left an echo in her mind, highlighted by the sigils that all seemed to carry a forceful presence of their own.

Indicative of ritualism. Or at least some transference of energy by arcane means.

Drawn to a sensation of the Force, Ophidia turned her head and opened her burning eyes to the blast door behind them. She could see a shuttle coming to. Another one come to investigate? Her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she held up a fist to halt the group.

“Commander Barlan, move to checkpoint alpha and set your perimeter. I will return shortly.” “Yes m’Lord.”

The troopers moved on down the corridor, lead by the Mirialan Lieutenant. Three stayed behind to watch the flank and the door.

The Rattataki Sith Lord stepped half-way to the blast-doors and assumed a solid, but relaxed stance of waiting. When she stood still, it looked almost as though she blended into the shadows of the room. She was one with the surroundings, despite standing square in the path; a slender pillar of black cloth, beskar and malicious intent.

She waited to see if anyone came after them.

[member="Atmeiktes"]

 

[Ria Misrani]

[member="Darth Ophidia"], Volkorion Station


There is only Passion...

Memories of Ammee's touch faded from Charlyra's mind as the binary noise from the droids alerted her to their arrival. Magenta eyes greeted them from beneath the veil of her hood. They were illuminated with the dark side as it swirled within the Acolyte, choking the light from within her, suffocating it. Heavy footsteps against the airlock as the doors opened. She felt something, someone nearby and readied her shoto in one hand and her blade in the other, the thirty-two-year-old knew better by now of what to expect; a fight. As she stepped forward onto the station she paused a moment, the sounds of the breather once more made themselves known. The cybernetic implants within her throat whirred as her metallic arms glistened beneath their sheltered robe. She grafted from memory the conversation with [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] on Nar Shaddaa, rather, Darth Avacyn as Charlyra knew her.

Her grip tightened on both blades as the memory settled into the front of her mind. Dark cloak swept behind her as she stepped forward, shoulder pauldrons layered on each side the fabric moved only so slightly as she stepped toward the blast doors. When they opened she saw nothing, she looked left and then right and continued on her path. The woman in her age had lost a lot of her own personal connection with the force. Metallic arms and voice box saw to that and now carbon fibre grafted over the wounded she earned at Kaeshana moved with her body although concealed from view by armour and robes. Faded from the cloak the old Order of Fire emblem, tarnished and tattered with the aura of the forsaken about her. Purple blades glinted against the durasteel floor giving way to a small illumination and as she cast a glance downward she caught something in the reflection...


Through Passion, I gain strength...

 

[Zef Halo]

ZIOST ORBIT
STILETTO TWO-ONE

"So, LT, what's the Intel?" SGT. Nava's voice crackled through the internal comms.

"Well, how does crazed force warriors sound as a starter for today's menu?" Alta replied leaning his head to one side.

"Just another day in the Legion, it seems." :: She replied back, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.

" Sounds like it. " Dev added.

"Stand." Alta said turning his attention back to the pazaak game he had been playing.

"Feth." Tusk muttered underneath his breath as his superior began hoarding his win.

"Why don't you and Nava practice a bit more before taking on a master next time, ey?" Scipio smirked as he stood up from the table picking up his helmet in the process.

A red light on his wrist datapad signaled a pending call. The LT put his helmet on and permitted the transmission.

:: Get your men ready, Alta. We're dropping in T-minus 30. Move to Hangar Bay 'Aurek' ::

:: Copy that, Cap'n. :: Alta said as he turned his annunciator on for the rest to hear. :: Man up, ladies and gents. We're off. ::

Like a well grinded machine, the Legion troopers followed his order and helmets were hastily put on.

Insane Force Warriors?

I don't even know what that means.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

ZIOST
Volkorion Station

Ophidia’s ember eyes stared unblinkingly out against the blast doors as she stood in silence. As the doors opened, the dim light of the outside seemed like a flash flood rushing at her senses. Yet she remained still like the worshyr. She saw metal arms and the glinting of armour under fabric. Her eyes went to the hands: She saw hilts, firmly clenched.

Had they sent another to aid in the expedition?

The aura of their new guest carried a sensation, lost? Forsaken. She saw purple blades. Now that put her on edge. The Sith usually carried bloodshine blades; red. Of course, some had other preferences. She could not know one way or the other.

The Pale Assassin plucked one of the two hilts from her belt and ignited the scarlet blade. Its tainted aura spread like a breath of cold air. Held out to the side, she made a point to show that she was defending her territory, but not necessarily show aggression yet. The red hue of her blade cast the room in colour and long shadows, contrasting against the purples Atmeiktes carried. The light of it reflected dimly off Ophidia’s battleworn armour, but seemed the swallowed up by her robes.

“Imperius unitada ober totallex” The Empire united over all. It was a slogan of the empire. It meant to abolish internal strife and turn all swords to the cause.

“They sent you?”

Darth Ophidia kept her second hilt hidden in the shadow cast by her form. Her left hand lingered near it, looking drawn back to her hip in a manner common to practitioners of the Contention Form.

[member="Atmeiktes"]

 

[Zef Halo]

ZIOST ORBIT
STILETTO TWO-ONE

Stiletto Company were off with dropships heading to New Adasta. Their mission clear - protect the city at all costs.

:: We're gonna be dropping on the western side of town, folks. We'll secure the main entrances to the city, set up overwatch on essential positions and kill every sick bastard who dares to test the might of the Legion. Y'all got that down? Good. :: Alta announced as he walked left and right aboard the dropship.

:: LT, how much resistance are we expectin'? :: A bold corporal asked. What was his nickname? Jarhead? What an odd nickname.

:: We don't care, soldier. We're there to do our job and we're gonna do it, does that answer your question? ::

:: Y-yes, sir! ::

:: Good. Next? ::

Silence.

:: That's more like it...Pilot! When we droppin', kid? :: He slammed hard on the wall dividing them and the cockpit.

:: 30 seconds, Sir. ::

:: Alright, 30 seconds and we're off this piece of scrap. Stiletto One is already groundside and we don't want to be late to the party, do we? ::

:: NO, SIR! ::

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Upon the opening of the hatch, one by one the platoon dropped out with their repulsor packs on safely guiding themselves to their designated locations.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: Make Your Own Story

While Ziost, over time, had recovered from the ritual that Vitiate had put it through, apparently there were still a few isolated spots where his ritual continued to consume life that wandered into it. Case in point was a site her servants had... unfortunately discovered by accident. She was looking at the corpses of two foolish adepts that had wandered into the dead zone? death zone? ritutal zone? Eh she would come up with a better term for it later.

"I can only assume they thought that they could survive the leftovers from a 4,000 year old ritual created by one of the strongest Sith ever to consume all life on a planet?" she mused aloud, no sympathy in her voice. If those adepts were that foolish, then they would have been useless to her in the long run.

"Possibly, my Lady," a pale Zabrak said. "We had heard rumors of such a site, but they could have accidentally stumbled into it..."

"The ground is brown, all color has been stripped from that area... it's hard to miss," she stated in a dead pan voice. Still... their deaths did give her a perfect spot to pursue some research on the leftovers of the ritual.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Somehow in the chaos and carnage the Dark Lord became separated from Major [member="Jack Holland"] and Lady [member="Greta Kohler"].

Perhaps that was the purpose of the attack, to divide and tear them apart through sheer brute force and insurmountable numbers. Carnifex would defy them, although at times the quantity of the butchers almost threatened to overwhelm even him. With each swing of his blade he cut down whole groups of clones, but even more surged forward to replace them. It eventually devolved into a slow, meticulous advance through a sea of voracious bodies.

What truly puzzled the Dark Lord was that the higher he climbed the tower, the more clones barred his path. Each floor was filled to the brim with assailants, clawing and clamoring over each other to attack the Dark Lord. Again and again he repulsed them, shattering their bodies against the tower's steel walls or burning them to ash with lightning conjured from his gloved fingertips.

It was at the apex of the tower that Carnifex found the reason why the tower was so infested.

The communications tower had been gutted, wires and cables strewn about from their eviscerated consoles and reconfigured to connect to a containment device protecting an artifact of sinister origins. It was a massive black gem in the shape of a dodecahedron, each surface reflective and glossy with vibrant purple smoke pulsating behind the impenetrable crystal exterior. From what the Dark Lord could gather, the artifact was easing the connection between the origin point of the clone's genesis and the city of New Adasta.

Outright destroyed it was out of the question, as the Dark Lord swung his blade through the containment field but found that his weapon could not cut through the artifact itself. Reanalyzing the situation, Carnifex flung himself into reworking the cables and devices hook up into the containment field and found that to power the artifact the architects had to tap into the tower's significant power systems. He reworked the connection and reversed the polarity of the power influx, causing the system to overload and exude a powerful city-wide electrostatic blast channeled through the unused electrostatic gun situated on top of the People's Tower.

The blast would simultaneously sever the artifact's connection, thus breaking the clone's cerebral link, and cause a city-wide blackout. It would take some time for the power to be fully restored, but for now New Adasta was safe.

 

[Darth Morbian]

Objective: 1 & 4
Location: Outside New Adasta
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Syss Rembala"]
Enemies: The Swarm?


A new wave of these.... savages... fell upon their location. Their number and ferocity was unlike any of the previous collectives. They had a distinct numbers advantage, and this Sith Knight only had so much wrath at his disposal. A thrust of a hand sent one encroaching assailant flying into his or her compatriots, scattering bodies about, delaying their approach. Another hand would send waves of concentrated rage lancing out in arcs of skin-searing lightening. As their numbers collapsed, the frustration of knowing that these mindless abominations felt nothing he was doing to them reached a crescendo, as the Force erupted from his very core with concentrated rage, a Force Scream sending bodies tumbling end over end over each other, causing the very firmament to crack and splinter.

But the Knight was not finished. He was far from finished. The crimson lance of concentrated plasma sprang to life from the saber-hilt in his hand, as he began cutting a bloody swath in their ranks, severing limbs and heads, and even splitting a few clean in half on either axis. His mind went numb, rage at their inability to feel threatening to fully over-take him, as he massacred the clones without remorse or hesitation.

But, as suddenly as their onslaught had come on, it had stopped. Every last one of the remaining clones suddenly stood ram-rod still, as if their very spines were suddenly infused with beskar, before all at once, they all fell limp. Glaring about at the sea of bodies, some gored and vivisected, others whole and untouched, Sethaius reached out, and could feel his father in the distance, radiating a sensation akin to satisfaction. Father must have done it.... he thought to himself.

"It seems that this particular threat may have been abated by the Emperor.... Let us withdraw to see if we are needed elsewhere....." Morbian began, as he turned to see how his companion had fared...

 

[Ria Misrani]

Through strength, I gain power


What Charlyra felt and saw was the sickeningly crimson that contrasted with the purple, tainted auras notwithstanding as she moved a quarter step. Back now facing to the side of the wall, with her own blades casting a shadow onto the figure. "No," was her answer and in a quick motion, her blades were raised the two of them hummed in secession. Her breather's modulator did best to hide the mechanical groan of her voice, piercing eyes from behind the veil cast their perception in [member="Darth Ophidia"]'s direction. Her business was her own and the imminent noise from the station itself forced her to question the next phrase. "But I have met those of your empire, Avacyn. " Each word carefully placed and each one unfurled with the stress of the voice box that was in need of repair. Bimmisaari had done a lot to the Acolyte and Nar Shaddaa hadn't helped in gaining the resources to fix it. Her eyes looked down at the outline of the crimson blade a moment before looking back up at the person wielding it tresses of her dark hair spilt over her shoulder. Charlyra shifted her weight to her back foot moving into a defensive stance. Shii-Cho.

Through power, I gain victory

 

[Syss Rembala]

Location: New Adasta, outskirts.
Objectives: 1, 4.
Allies: [member="Darth Morbian"]
Enemies: Swarm.

Controlled, strengthening waves of carefully managed energy started to surge through her thin body. The veins thickened due to the increased beating of her heart as the exhilaration created by the Dark Force made its way through her being. Yet like an addict trying to torture herself, Syss kept a firm, strangling grip on the flow of darkness that seeped from the very core of hatred, pain and envy she had meticulously packed and stored within her so that it could serve its purpose when the time was ripe.

Now, it was time to draw upon her fountain of darkness. It had been such a long time since she had last needed its aid so truly that the Umbaran could not completely contain the expression of the deranged thoughts she always had and always hid for herself. A small, lunatic smile tugged at her wide lips as those eyes, more akin to those of a dead man than a living youth, ravaged trough the mindless beasts that came charging towards her and the dark Knight. Her desire to kill grew with every step closer the monsters, the poor monsters, took. She did not care if her blows meant nothing to them. It did not matter to her how many more there would be left after these swarm. All she cared for was her already developed plan of action, and the raging desire to put it to use.

Syss did not draw her sabers until the creatures were almost upon her, waiting patiently for the perfect second even if that meant facing death closely in the eye. With practiced measure and mobility, the body of the Umbaran turned swiftly as the dark blades ignited, taking down the very first line of the creatures coming at her in one swift, swiping motion, cutting most of them in half. She extended one of her hands and pulled through the Force, sending parts of the recently severed corpses the way of her attackers, concentrating on increasing the force of their impact. She was fast, so she made use fo this ability. The Umbaran charged forward, once again cutting down the mindless attackers of New Adasta with a ferocity, a murderous intent in her eyes that could have only been awarded to the most calculating, psychopathic of assassins.

There was a very characteristic style to her chosen fighting tactic for this occasion, getting the advantage over her enemies through the Force even before they were in close enough to do her harm, surge forward and finish the initial work with her combat abilities, then extending her range a few meters with the Force. It allowed her to deal with the waves of the senseless monsters with ease, with no more difficulty than exhaustion and the very occasional back-track, unavoidable given the clear disadvantage as far as numbers went. But suddenly it all froze. She could see something die down on her opponents eye as it went limp, she had stopped every movement in that exact same second as tough she had felt the change inside the brainless. All of them had stopped their attack on New Adasta, and Syss smiled with satisfaction, knowing in her heart this must have been the doing of a greater Sith.

The Umbaran then glided her eyes back to the Knight who had been her partner in this battle. She felt the tension in her shoulders roll down, subsiding into painless tingles that she knew very well would grow to rather bothering knots in the following days. Expressionless as she always was, with that sudden flare of emotion she had demonstrated in battle now far away from her features, she nodded at Darth Morbian once he addressed her.

"After you, sir" she replied with courtesy and satisfaction as her eyes gave one final look at the corpses surrounding them.

 

[Komo]

Somewhere in the flood of butcher clones, Greta had been separated from the Dark Lord and Major Jack Holland. The waves of assailants never seemed to cease no matter how many were slain, and despite the trio’s battle prowess, the advance was slow due to the overwhelming odds of numbers. All it took was a quick glance around to notice that only her Firebats remained near her, for the other two allied figures had been forced apart by the chaos of battle. Using everything at her disposal, be it the wicked swing and strokes of her lightsaber blade to the telekinetic forces and scorching lightning that erupted from her fingertips, none of them seemed to stem the tide, and for every three she killed, it seemed that six more would appear to take its place. Unknown to her, Lord Carnifex had already reached the apex of the tower.

The Sith knight was still several floors before, systemically (or as systemically as one could in this situation) cleaning house, tirelessly eviscerating and dismembering clones like it was just another ordinary day at work. It seemed to go on and on for what seemed like forever. She had long lost track of time. The chatter on the comms died down as well as the allied casualties rose over time. They were fighting a losing battle here until someone could figure out a way to stop this vermin from coming out of the steelworks.

Greta was caught by surprise when all of a sudden, a powerful blast of electrostatic blast swept through the building, turning her armour’s systems abruptly offline as the entire tower plunged into a blackout. Fortunately, it seemed that they would not be fighting in the dark, for as soon as the blast came, all of the clones dropped to the ground like sacks of sand, their bodies now as lifeless as their souls. The battle was over and victory was theirs. New Adasta was safe.

[member="Darth Carnifex"] , [member="Jack Holland"]​

 

[Ignatius]

Objective 3 & 4

The force was strong here. Dark and filled with a hunger that could only be quenched with spilt blood. I could feel the Darkness attempting to consume the very air around me. Almost as though a darker force controlled what seemed to be shadow people. I had already faced one as it was hanging around the hanger that myself and my Maleling had entered. What had me was the two flourishing signatures within the force. Had to be honest, was getting used to calling my gift "the force" due to having years of calling it my curse or gift depending.

A lot of the lights had gone out here or there. As such, a little ball of light hung in the air around my horn level. In my hand was the hilt of a rather valuable vibrosword. One that I had been gifted by the Bando Gora before many of the members perished with the Mandalorian Crusaders. Back when they were alive. I also carried with me two fighting knives. While they would have been my weapon of choice, I had to hold onto the sword for now because of the reach it had over my knives. I heard various lightsabers echoing down the halls. Instantly thinking that something was going down, I ran towards the hums. Activating my own vibrosword as I rounded the corner to see two individuals who were brandishing their weapons at one another.

I stopped as soon as I came around. Holding myself there, and waiting for what would happen next. I knew for sure that the one carrying red blades was a Sith. Very clear in everything she did. The other one though? Not so sure. I had learned that the Sith use the red or crimson sabers. Purple? Sure the color was very vibrant and quite pretty in my mind, but it was not the Gothic red that the Sith used.

I stayed silent as my Maleling stood there brandishing his own vibrosword and Force pike. Ready to fight if necessary.

[member="Atmeiktes"], [member="Darth Ophidia"],

 

[Darth Ophidia]

ZIOST
Volkorion Station

Footsteps at her back. Not Barlan, nor her troopers. Did they sneak past? Or perhaps one of the teams had been taken out already. Either way, it complicated the situation. The footfalls came from within the structure. Friendly? She would not assume it.

“Avacyn?” Voldaren

Ophidia turned her hip towards the sound of the footsteps and unclipped the second sabre. She did not activate it, but slipped it into her palm with a deft trick of her fingers and held it hidden along her arm.

“And what is your relationship to Avacyn?”

It was difficult, but not impossible to watch two fronts. It helped, perhaps that neither knew of the sabre she kept hidden in her left hand. The sabres both had an aura of the dark, but they were linked, twinned, indistinguishable from one another. Her head snapped around towards [member="Naamah"] as she came around the corner, the tip of her blade quickly darting up to point directly at Atmeiktes. It was not aggressive yet, but clearly warning her not to approach.

“And you, what is your purpose here?”

They could be allies of the Empire, or they could be enemies. She even considered the possibility that they were conjured images set to drive her away from the group. Yet, she felt she had to know. A friend of the Empire, an ally of the Sith, would know why she was cautious. Trust was not in her nature.

[member="Atmeiktes"]

 

[Ria Misrani]

[member="Darth Ophidia"], [member="Naamah"]

Through victory, my chains are broken

Atmeiktes did not flinch at the sight of the blade, rather her aura intensified. Much like an animal who had been cornered. Her own sense of fight or flight were on edge, and at the moment the sense of fight began to creep into her system. Already in her mind she began to formulate a battle plan. She felt the presence of another and watch the one before her shift. A question had been asked and the fallen Jedi left it there to hang in the air. Avacyn had given her an open invitation, and had clearly not shared this knowledge or if she had, it had not been with this one.

Sith were a secretive and deceptive lot by their very nature. The want and lust for power often created such reputations. Darth Saprus's actions on Nar Shaddaa still lingered in her mind. Saprus had been Charlyra's hunter ever since the fateful day near Taris. The day her master had died and the day she feld the Jedi Order, just before it fell to the One Sith. "Avacyn and I are known through actions on Nar Shaddaa, my business with her remains private." Her tone echoed her body's own posture, defensive with a cornered tone. Each word was kurt, and to the point, "as for my being here." Her eyes searched their surroundings, before they shut the visual memory of where things were remained even behind her eye lids.

She centered herself and focused, so when she opened her eyes again she could see the electromagnetic lines around her. Making it easier to discern shapes, and know what to pull and when. "That is my own business, but I fear we have greater problems than what stands before us. Friend or foe, if you strike I will return the favor. If you yield, so will I return your ... well, I shall return it as such." This time her voice seemed to exude some form of charisma although she was still nervous and rightly so.

Atmeiktes was no longer in the safety of Vraukt's sanctum or Siobhan's fortress. She was on her own, again. Days, weeks and even months of being alone had crafted a rather paranoid persona. One who had taken over until guards could be let down.

The force shall free me

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Distrust was a necessary evil. Despite being a powerful defensive mechanism, it easily made things much more difficult than necessary. Upon sensing the Dark side flaring up where the auras of multiple people strong in the Force were gathered, Darth Avacyn knew that this distrust was currently at the root of that spike in the Force. As she approached, her footsteps could be heard from within the room in which the confrontation between [member="Naamah"], [member="Darth Ophidia"], and [member="Atmeiktes"] unfolded. The goal was to quickly calm the situation down, so that more important business could be attended to. Having the virtue of knowing two sides of the conflict would hopefully be of aid in that.

"There is no need for hostility," the redhead's voice called out as she entered the scene and came closer to the two. Turning her head to Atmeiktes she gave her a curt nod before continuing. "She is with me. I know we do not know each other beyond the few short encounters we have had," she then said as she turned her attention towards the other Sith Lady present, "but I can assure you she is an ally, not an enemy." The two had come to an agreement on Nar Shaddaa. Avacyn would train and guide Atmeiktes so she could rise up like she herself had done. Give her direction once more. She had seen her potential and had made it her task to nurture that, much like how [member='Krest'] had done with her. Now that he was dead, the woman had decided it was perhaps her task now to teach and guide.

Turning towards the stranger Avacyn took in her features for a moment, the sight most definitely an unconventional one. The necessarily evil of distrust cropped up inside of her, calling to remain cautious. "You however, I do not know. What brings you here?"

 

[Ignatius]

It seemed that the two women who were brandishing weapons were willing to go for blood. I however, knew that was a bad idea from the get go. With untold things happening, and the darkness within the force almost thick enough to be cut, we had to work together if we were going to live. While I am sure I could likely survive this, I didn't want to fight these two women. They were likely well versed in using their weapons. While I relied heavily upon my skills as a Nightsister. I shook my head as the questions were thrown at me.

"Came here to figure out what was going on. Saw some of these wraiths, and went looking for survivors."

Tilting my sword at the two women who were nearly at each others throats.

"I mean, unless they don't kill themselves first."

I turned to my maleling who just stood there now. Leaning on his force pike, and had his short sword sheathed. I turned off my own blade. Watching it as the blade collapsed on itself. I then placed the weapon on my sash around my waist.

"So are we going to debrief one another on what has happened?"

[member="Kaalia Voldaren"], [member="Atmeiktes"], [member="Darth Ophidia"],