Geonosian Convention

[Amelia von Sorenn]

The blood upon the sand as it pooled around the corpse of the Reek is what caught her scent first. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath as she picked up the scent of the sanguine liquid. Smirking softly, she listened to the clamorous noise of the events as they unfolded around her, before her eyes shot open. She stood there, counting, not the enemies before her, the days since she had last fed. It was an aspect of herself that she kept hidden, and often when it called upon her as it did now, she ensured that she only ever fed on an enemy.

To say that it wasn't a buffet from her current view would be a lie, and in that moment all those slaves and things that fluttered and buzzed around her were merely meals. Stepping forward, her heavy boot sunk into the sand of the area as she moved towards the grouping of slaves. Her eyes darting from individual to individual, searching for one that would be the most suitable, one that wasn't weak and malnourished. A soft smirk crossed her lips when she found her intended target, watching as the individual was charging headlong into a fight... Charging straight at her.

Then the thunderous cacophony of noise, the loud booms that thundered through the air marking the explosion. It was poor timing when the sphere shot up into the sky, the young man that charged her seemed to stopped in his tracks. Such a mind trick though, the words meant to dig into her mind, though for her there was nothing. While she felt something, as if someone was attempting to reach out and touch her mind, being of Epicanthix heritage, her mind merely resisted.

It was too little too late for the young man when he realized just how close his former target was. Before he could even bring his arm down his wrist was within her tight grasp. Her golden-yellow hues looked upon him and smirked when she saw the fear welling inside of him. She made a show of licking her elongated canine, her olfactory senses picking up the scent of fear and desperation that oozed from him. Her other hand shot up, grabbing the young man by the chin and forcing him to look away from her as she leaned in closer.

"Such beauty... such a pity that I must end it, though all things must come to an end."

She cared little if others were watching her in that moment, if others would see what she was. Keeping her eyes upon the slaves still gathered, some stopped in shock of the large sapphire orb that hung in the sky, others watching what she would do next. She reared her head back, her elongated canines flashing in the sun for a moment before sinking into the young man's throat, the woman's eyes seemed to flash and open further for a moment as she drank the sanguine liquid, slaking her thirst.

In moments it was over as she released her hold, the body of the slave slumping down to its knees before a slight push sent it falling to his side. She took another moment to look over the body before turning her attention back to those that would be deemed her enemies. A bit of sanguine remained upon her lips, dripping off of her chin as her tongue flicked against the path.

"Now what comes next?"

She mused to herself, waiting to see what brought about the commotion, who or what had brought that sphere into play. Slowly she looked up, a hand coming up to block the glare of the sun before she hissed slightly and pulled her attention back down to the arena. It seemed that something more was to happen, something greater than a brawl started by a Sith.

[member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Herr Vanderhing"] | [member="Jain"] | [member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Mala Arar"] | [member="Tubal Sahon"] | [member="Drystan Talroth"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Werah Unon"]

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Upon seeing the blue orb in the sky, as launched by [member="Werah Unon"], Jessica realized that she knew better than to spill additional blood after what [member="Herr Vanderhing"] did. She didn't actually order the mass execution, or even have a hand in it; she preferred something less barbaric. So she had the EG-5 droids stop their attacks. Time to offer a ceasefire; they will be sent back to the gates of Ruusan all right, they have learned their lesson. Just not in the way the people of Geonosis imagined it given the earlier speeches, she thought. Hopefully this rather uneasy peace between the TE and the Sith Triumvirate would last. But it is strictly about the Sith Triumvirate. The EG-5s stopped pursuing [member="Mala Arar"] and [member="Velok the Younger"]; as for the other people of suspicion, such as [member="Arisa Yune"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Jain"], [member="Tubal Sahon"] or [member="Drystan Talroth"] there was no action to be taken, other than sparing their lives as well as those of the surviving Sith Triumvirate combatants.

"Sith Triumvirate representatives! Today much blood has been spilled, due to the actions of the Governor of Geonosis, in which I had no hand. I offer the Sith Triumvirate a ceasefire, and your lives will be spared. You will be granted safe passage to Ruusan on the condition that we stay out of each other's capitals: the Techno Empire is to deliver the Sith Triumvirate survivors to Ruusan and any further Sith Triumvirate presence on Geonosis, as will any further Techno Empire presence on Ruusan, will be considered an act of war"

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

A disembodied, yet commanding voice bellowed through the arena. Jain could feel the foul workings of the Force seeking to pry into his mind and influence him. But the teachings of the brothers in the desert could not so easily be forgotten.

Refuge in my mind's oasis.

Jain kept walking.

A female's words rang out.

any further Sith Triumvirate presence on Geonosis, as will any further Techno Empire presence on Ruusan, will be considered an act of war"

Jain's face remained expressionless. He remembered the words that same woman had spoken not a handspan of minutes earlier.

"People of the Techno Empire! Our sworn enemies that plague our planet are actually heirlooms from our predecessors, the Techno Union. We shall take the fight to them and so we are now at war against the Hutt Cartel and the Sith Triumvirate!

If a mere pair of Sith could stop such war mongering in its tracks, then this new empire did not have the stomach for the long fight. The war they sought to enter did not span a handful of years. No. This quarrel was older than the sands of Kintan. And it would last even longer, unless...

But that would be giving away too much.

Jain stopped near the arena wall and waited.

[member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Mala Arar"] | [member="Werah Unon"]

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Jessica Med-Beq"][member="Jessica Med-Beq"][member="Herr Vanderhing"][member="Jain"]@Mala Arar[member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"][member="Tubal Sahon"][member="Drystan Talroth"][member="Arisa Yune"][member="HK-36"] [member="Werah Unon"]

"Very nice work," he said over his shoulder, to the girl with the gun. His focus remained on the distant blonde, who'd just recalled lightsabre-wielding droids of a type he didn't recognize. Pity. He'd been looking forward to combining them with the Geonosian grenades and the blue orb -- the orb whose mind-control whammy had roughly zero chance of stopping an old man, a Sith, a nonhumanoid.

The blonde offered a deal. Velok shrugged, glancing at the arena below as an armored woman ripped out a man's throat with her teeth. The chanting crowd was scrambling away from Velok, sensibly enough. He gestured, and a snack-hawker's voice amplifier disk shot toward him. He snagged it out of the air, dialed the gain up to feedback levels, and raised it to his muzzle.

"Let me get this straight," he drawled, loud enough for half the crowd to hear him. "You stage a public execution and declare war against the Sith. The instant a Sith arrives, you attack without provocation or restraint. Immediately thereafter, you request a ceasefire, and threaten that any further hostilities will be considered an act of the war you'd already declared, less than five minutes before. You call yourselves an empire, but no empire is built on spinelessness." He looked around, tusks bared, at the chanting crowd of forty thousand -- many Geonosians, many others. "You came here to see blood. What makes you think there's any more mercy in my heart than there is in yours? What makes you think you can escape a just recompense of your pride? Behold -- the wrath of a proportional consequence. Feel the resonance of justice, you effete cowards." He gestured with his free hand, and [member="Jain"] -- no Sith, but a scapegoat slated for execution -- found himself levitated up the wall.

Straight into the packed and frenzied crowd that had so recently bayed for Jain's blood.

 

[Werah Unon]

Werah looked at the footage of the ongoing battle at the arena. "It would seem that my device hasn't worked", he said to himself. The Sith there were never going to accept an apology, or any recompensation. They were going to be executed! There was no way that they would listen now. Werah wished he could explain how it was a mistake, that the TE had never meant to do this, that it was the work of a few individuals - but it was too late. The Sith would be baying for blood, and there would be no way out of a conflict now. However, Werah was still against destroying the whole arena, as he didn't really want to kill anyone. "This was supposed to be peaceful...", wondered Werah, almost laughing out loud. Werah flicked a different switch on his HoloPad, activating the true powers of the VoidOrb.

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The Metal poles glowed deep cobalt blue, shining brightly in the sun. The Orb in the sky seemed to flicker, and pulse with energy. A blue barrier flew down from it, encasing the entire stadium, and the desert near it in a shimmering blue dome. The Voice kept chanting, but it was weaker now, and soon faded out. Then, out from beneath the sands of the stadium, little tubes popped out of the ground, before dissapearing again. The blue dome now blocked out the sky, leaving the flickering blue lighting as the only light. From the sides of the Arena, hulking black droids strode out, carrying huge turbolasers. Yet they didn't fire, just standing there ringing the stadium.

 

[Darth Imperia]

"I try." Mala shot a grin at the Whiphid beside her, and then took it upon herself to shoot something entirely different.

She might not've been able to bring herself to harm any people, given the Orb's effect - and that was a big might, but one she didn't want to risk. The orb itself, however, was certainly not a person.

So she shot that.

Krak went the blaster bolt, and crack went the orb. Maybe it didn't break, but the hold it had on Mala's mind certainly did, and so she immediately switched her aim to a nearby Geonosian, hovering in the air.

But that wasn't what she was focusing on.

The rage and fear of 40,000 was in the air, and it was giving her a high like she'd never experienced. Now, she wasn't an experienced Acolyte. She'd received hardly any training, and she'd never tried anything more complicated than pushing a man to the brink of suicide - and that had taken months of work. But even then, she could feel power flowing through her, and all it would take would be to just...reach out and move a few things around.

So she reached out with the force to a few people surrounding her and [member="Velok the Younger"], and got to work. The anger she needed was already there, it was just...inconveniently directed at her and her ally. She needed a good scapegoat.

And then she saw the vampire, ripping the throat out of a man in the arena. Summoning all the power she could, she spoke, her voice filled to the brim with anger and aggression.

"You want a monster to kill? That woman just ripped out a man's throat!"

[member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"] | [member="Werah Unon"]

 

[Werah Unon]

Werah watched as a woman shot at the orb. Not that it would do much good. The VoidOrb couldn't really be harmed by conventional weapons, though it had seemed to free her. Interesting...

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The Tubes had sprayed a whole host of physchoactivse drugs, all different types so as to cover different species who could be immune. A special little bit of Force Alchemy had left the gases force dead, as well, so it was doubtful that anyone would escape their effect. Viral agents had also been released, but they would be slower acting, and not pose any immediate threat to the inhabitants of the dome. However, it would seem that now both the TE warmongers and their geonosian allies were now just as trapped as the Sith. The massive Z-5 droids stood their, holding their heavy weapons, but still not moving...

 

[Herr Vanderhing]

Vanderhing backed away from the edge of the balcony slightly in fear at hearing himself being used as a scapegoat. His Chief of Staff Genf Orkay widened his eyes and dropped his jaw in shock at what was just said. Then the dome closed on them all and he backed away even further hoping no one would notice him. Limping as far as he possibly could backwards along with Orkay. He deduced who was doing this and why but he refused to speak up

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

"The orb launched by Imperial authorities may have forced me to change my attitude on a dime. Asking for a complete ceasefire might have been too much"

What is true is that reason triumphed over her desire for vengeance this time around. The orb had the effect of temporarily freezing part of her brain functions for a short amount of time: she always been one to lament being a person whose knowledge was greater than their power to act upon it. But freeze part of her brain functions and she becomes much more vulnerable, if only because it impairs with her ability to use the Force. She might have been the mascot of that short-lived Empire, and who knew what the future held for her. Yet actual Sith blood has been spilled, but these were mostly Acolytes people at Jessica's level could fight on a rather even basis. Yet upon seeing the turbolasers protruding out of these hulking black droids. When the orb was taking damage, the orb's hold on Jessica faded, but the mission parameters remained mostly unchanged. The psychoactive drugs would kick in and fade in time, but would her own rather lackluster skill in Force-healing allow her to remove the slow-acting viral agents before it's too late, and later do the same to Herr? She gave her instructions to the EG-5s, while the Z-5s remain immobile:

"Do not engage until they have engaged you first!"

[member="Werah Unon"] [member="Jain"] [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"] [member="Velok the Younger"] [member="Mala Arar"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Invisible bands of spite closed around Jain's body and lifted him up off the sand. The fires of a red giant came to life in his eyes, hotter than the calderas of the Burning Moon. A single word hissed through his mind, wind through a canyon gorge.

Sacrilege.

Jain touched down in the middle of a crowd of onlookers. They backed away, looks of horror on their features when moments before they'd been painted with carnal delights.

The Nikto looked down at the pike in his hands. "And in the desert there was a whirlwind."

And so a whirlwind he became, but he found little honor therein.

* * *

Moving through the corpses, he came to stand before the Whiphid. In the arena below there came a great outcry. Poison rose from there like a fog. Jain's mouth flap flattened.

[member="Velok the Younger"]

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Mala Arar"] [member="Jain"]

Velok was, by this point, well into the bleachers, surrounded by the crowd, and high above the central pit. When people down there began to freak out and pass out, it was fairly obvious. He snorted, and a faint nimbus took form around himself, Mala, and -- at some distance -- the Nikto. In some circles, a basic hard-air adiabatic shield was standard procedure for Padawan instruction; the same went for poison detoxification rituals. He maintained the atmospheric shield without much effort. Aerosolized intoxicants and chemical agents swirled around the barrier. Around him, forty thousand stadium-goers began to experience the effects of multiple psychoactive drugs. He warded them away with a lightsabre, though he kept close enough to spoil any potential shot by the big battle droids.

"I feel," he said to Mala casually, "like these people are working at cross purposes to each other. Yes?" He squinted up at the energy dome, then shrugged and headed for the edge, wading through the crowd as it parted before him. "Honestly, I strongly suspect this Techno Empire is having difficulty getting its house in order. And here's the fascinating part: no offense to you, of course, but they've just gassed forty thousand of their own people to get to me, and I haven't actually done anything yet." He eyed Jain's dripping pike and grinned. "At least not directly. Shall we?"

A couple of thousand distressed souls were pouring into one of the great staircases that fed the bleachers, down out of the line of sight of the big droids. Velok deactivated his lightsabre and ambled that way. Doubtless there would be more monstrous droids, hidden energy fields, Force-altered viral gases, and fools in that direction.

 

[Darth Imperia]

Mala kept an easy pace with Velok as he moved.

It wasn't hard to keep up with an aging intergalactic warthog, it appeared.

In the moment that she saw the air shell form around the duo, Mala felt herself grow just a bit more calm. The open air had contributed to her aggression - life on Coruscant hadn't given her much experience with places like, say, open air arenas, and they made her quite nervous. Admittedly, the multitude of droids nearby probably should've made her moreso, but her mind was strange like that. Instead of focusing on the potential imminent death surrounding her, her mind was split between observing the gaseous substances coil and slither around the shell that Velok had so graciously provided, and listening to that same Whiphid speak.

"They certainly don't seem to be very organized. I'm not the most tender soul in the galaxy, but this..." She stepped to the side, pushing an aged Geonosian out of her path. "seems a bit excessive, yes. No offense taken, of course." She cast her glance at the Nikto with a wicked grin, and a low chuckle escaped her. "Not directly, indeed. Let us continue, yes. I'm admittedly a bit excited to see what these, ah interesting people have for defenses down here."

[member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Jain"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Werah Unon"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik Rahn commandeered an old LAAT gunship for this particular mission. He and his squadron of fellow Trandoshan's had donned their armor and boarded the craft. It flew through the desert of Geonosis and the sun beat mercifully on their cold blooded scales. He was here not as a harbinger of doom that a member of the Cartel would usually mean for these people, but more to protect a personal assets of his. A friend if you will. It was easy to spot the large blue orb in the middle of no man's land and a couple of his squad mates gave Causstik worried glances. He shrugged them off. The gunship hovered over the arena when the dome went up. The Trandoshans activated their built in air filtration units when they began detecting airborne poisons. The vessel approached the observatory balcony. An elite team of Trandoshan's secured the room and then they made their way to Vanderhing.

"My lord, your chariot awaits," Causstik hissed at the nemodian motioning with his arms to the open gunship. Another Trandoshan gave the man a quick once over then provided him with a shot and a gas mask for any viruses that he might have contracted. Once the HVT was secured it would only be a matter of extraction. Which the giant shield had made much harder...

[member="Herr Vanderhing"]

 

[Herr Vanderhing]

Herr Vanderhing finally snapped and ran up to the speaker phone and began shouting in a frantic panicked voice getting on his knees and putting his hands together in a begging position "A-a-alright Werah! You win! You win! I'll apologize!!!! S-Sith attackers, I-I-I am truly sorry....... For everything! I am truly sorry for the declaration of war!.... I am truly sorry for executing those acolytes!.... I-I-I am sorry for calling you all f-fr-freaks and monsters!.... And Werah I'm sorry for declaring war and hosting public executions without your approval!! DON'T LEAVE ME IN HERE FOR THEM TO KILL ME!!!!!"

[member="Velok the Younger"], [member="Jain"], [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Werah Unon"], [member="Mala Arar"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

He fell in behind the Sith, protected from the toxic air by that maligned power; not knowing where they wandered, but ready to see the path through to the end.

The creed demanded he walk to the bitter edge.

His eyes fell to the blood running off the tip of the pike.

Horned One, forgive me.

[member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Mala Arar"]

 

[Tubal Sahon]

As tubal walked down the stairs, approaching the other SIth even more...Interesting things happened. It seemed that someone was rather eager to be rid of his "fellows" without any real provocation outside of their very existence.

He tagged behind the group of fellow Sith without a word as he held in his breath. Even if he was one of them, it was still in name only. The Seekers, the Riftborne in particular were trained as warriors, not trained in force tricks and different utilities! The only thing that would keep the gas out of his breath was the fact that he was holding it now. His lungs burned, begging for release, his brain telling him to give in to the gas, but his mind shut these cries out. Those were the cries of weaklings! His footsteps were like thunder as they SMACKED against the stone, taking nearly four stairs in a stride- more akin to leaping- on his way down to the vomitorium [member="Velok the Younger"] had entered.

He paid no heed to whatever he trampled underfoot, or these disgusting insects that got in his path. They would be swatted away as flies

[member="Jain"] | [member="Mala Arar"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Werah Unon"] | [member="Herr Vanderhing"] | [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[HK-36]

Team Spectator, Whatever The Name Of That Character George Lucas Played, They Actually Made An Episode Of Clone Wars Dedicated Just To Him, Look It Up: [member="Drystan Talroth"], [member="Arisa Yune"]
Team Kylo Ren: [member="Velok the Younger"], [member="Tubal Sahon"], [member="Mala Arar"], [member="Jain"]
Team Pogo The Lesser: [member="Werah Unon"], [member="Herr Vanderhing"], [member="Jessica Med-Beq"],
Team Edward: [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"],

As all the chaos broke out around them, HK did- nothing. Absolutely nothing, just stood there, in fact he extended his hand out to put it on Drystan's breast and make sure the Eldorai wasn't going to do anything about it either. The crowds of Geonosians and other spectators moved about them like a river of refugees, fleeing the arena, and the droid just stood there, not moving. A Whippit Sith that look suspiciously similarly to the other Velok, or perhaps the droid was just a racist like most elder beings were and all Whippids looked the same to him, started to jump around the bleachers just few feet away. Not a move, as if hoping that everyone's vision was based on movement. Some woman tore another fellow's throat out with her bare teeth, the droid still not moved but did look aside to Drystan,

"Do you have a lightsaber or any weaponry on you?"

The other Sith, Mala, she was a pretty good shot, although the machine barely took note of it amidst all the combat and just very loud talking in general. Soon enough the arena was being gassed, there was a mind control orb over them, and an energy field descended over the arena to cage them all together. Of course the gas and mind control was lost on the droid, one of the perks of being a machine, to him it looked more or less like the Techno Empire decided to put out a private concert for them so they rolled out a giant disco ball and brought in colored fog machines.

"Never mind, it seems we are stuck here."

HK quipped as he referred to the energy field,

"Remember, we are a neutral party, we do not interfere and only observe until someone interacts with us."

Although the fact that Werah tried to mind control the Firemane agents, gas them, and now imprison them pretty much broke that neutrality and would give as much of a reason for the droid to side with the Sith on this one, if again he would even notice the mind control or that the gas was a psychedelic, or just wasn't keen on trying to punch or disembowel a Sith first chance he got.

"How are you holding up on your first assignment kid?"

He asked Drystan to make sure the Eldorai was not going to snap.

Papanoida! That was Lucas's character in Star Wars, Baron Papanoida. I'll edit it later.

 

[Ellie Mors]

'So they want a witch hunt?'

These dregs of society, lowest of the low - beneath the ants that she paid no mind, below the soil that was her platform to walk - they were the worms that yearned for a piece of mud and rock to call their own. The chaotic and despotic hypocrites that rallied the poor, the uneducated, and the weak for their petulant ideals. If there was a true leader between the lot of them, if there was a single person who held actual responsibility for the lot of them, they were only marginally better than the sycophants they sought to burn in effigy.

The Triumvirate, a weak attempt at restarting the One Sith without its enigmatic leader, had died like the infant destined for failure it was - and the Hutt Cartel, hardly even a blip in the radar of galactic history in its most recent incarnations, was even less of a common name than the former. But even with the reality that these two names were that of those already dead and buried, they were used as a rallying cry - to call out an absent villain to stoke the embers of the masses, hoping for brilliant flames of righteous indignation.

It was a common con - call out the establishment while only seeking to replace it with a new brand of tyrannical idiocy - but they had taken it a step too far, or perhaps tread unwisely. Failed Sith were still Sith and, while she held no sympathies for the fools that had tried to rise up and faltered, they had declared more than just the remnants of the Triumvirate their enemies - they had declared themselves enemies of Sith in their infancy. In a word, lunacy. It was absolutely madness to declare, as a fledgling party, to be the enemies of the greatest incarnation of power the galaxy had ever seen.

But what better way to do it! To denounce the very saviors of the war-torn world? She, herself, had fought in the battles of Geonosis to liberate the world from the despotic rule of the selectivist fools known at the time as the Rebel Alliance. And what made matters worse was that this group, these incredibly thick fools, laid claim of succession to the very government that she had lent her aid to in their endeavor to free Geonosis from the so-called Rebellion.

To do so was to insult more than something of such paltry worth as the Sith's honor - of which she had none - but rather they insulted her, directly - or perhaps indirectly - by spitting at her figurative feet. They ought to know the superior power in the galaxy - they ought to remember who fought their wars, who killed their enemies, who paid for their debts. If there was one relationship that was almost common knowledge in her time, it was that the Techno Union - the Abrion Corporate Alliance - could depend on the Sith of any brand to lend them a hand because of their nearly united goals. But this? This was blatant disrespect, absolute insubordination, and there was one thing that any Sith - anyone regardless of their devotion to honor, freedom, or the way - found repulsive. And it was the inferior claiming equality with those ranked above them.

'Then let them have their witch.'

Silara would have loved to have been standing in the arena at that moment, to have lifted a hand and erased the light the suns of Geonosis cast on its pathetic dirt with a tide of darkness, but she had not foreseen such stupidity - she couldn't have! Nearly a decade might have passed since her death, but the Techno Union was on its decline long before she had passed - and before she had returned from the sands of Chaos. But she had ventured to Geonosis, if only to keep her eyes on the only object of interest on this drab world, and stumbled upon this travesty to logic and reason regardless. Droids carrying turbolasers, toxic gas that was released without discrimination between friend or foe, and a feeble attempt at tinkering with something of a past time for her - mind control.

There might have been a part of her willing to just leave this scene behind, to ignore the fruitless endeavors of a spineless "empire", and to simply forget the planet as one of an unnumbered many that she had waged war on, had this not been effectively made personal.

Where toxic gas, droids, and incredibly backwards attempts of mental manipulation might have posed a substantive problem for an apprentice or a novice, they were still simply tools wielded by an inexperienced hand - a hand that moved against her own. She was no ailing dotard, she was not an inexperienced whelp either, and she doubted many of those that - clearly - had attracted the attention of these technologically-obsessed selectivists were guilty of that which she was not - inferiority. A barrier was already wrapped around her at the most basic level at all times, a lesson that all wielders of the force learned to do in order to prevent other force users from attempting to take their weapons from them or tamper with their own equipment or clothing, which simply altered from an aura that prevented interference on the most basic level to an atmospheric one which kept such a harmful gas from entering.

As for any attempts of some cheap knock-off of the force to alter her state of mind? As an accomplished master of Sith sorcery, including the skill known in the Sith tongue as Qazoi Kyantuska, she was not hardened to mental intrusion without cause - having experienced every mental probe by her late master, every lash of lightning by the Sith pureblood's hands, and beat back every blow with a saber against saber. Mastery of the force, of combat with a lightsaber, was not a dream - it did not suddenly exist because the mind willed it so - but it was rather a state of being, reality, and she had earned every last notch on her ladder with pain, suffering, and torment. And these vagabonds? They would earn their own or they would die in failure.

Enter, from the rear, a Sith lord cloaked in black, hood covering her face from the bridge of her nose up, with two lightsabers, curved at the lower half of the hilt, and a presence that could strike despair in the hearts of even the most devoted of Jedi.

"You have erred for the last time." Came the harsh rasp of Silara's voice, whispered physically but carried through the air by means of the force.

One lightsaber ignited, red as the blood that ran through her veins, and then a moment later a second one ignited. As with any arena, there were many means of entering and exiting at any given time - and during the chaos caused by the revelation of Sith being among those within the rally she had slipped in through the rear and watched the events unfold before her.

"You seek an enemy where there is none, you denounce an ancient order that you have no right to even speak, and you have the collective audacity to beg for forgiveness - for mercy?"

Her words were like venom, spat from her lips as if she disgusted even needing to use them. Her head tilted back and slightly to the side, as if beckoning with a gesture via her head for the Techno Empire to assault her, and her hood slid back to expose a pale face and red hair that framed a pair of orange eyes. Harsh laughter, her laughter, echoed throughout the arena as if humored by her own words.

"You will have your mercy - mercy in a merciless death."

[member="Velok the Younger"] [member="Mala Arar"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Tubal Sahon"] [member="Jain"] [member="Herr Vanderhing"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Werah Unon"] [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"]

 

[Drystan Talroth]

Chaos, fire, explosions. He was relatively sure he'd seen someone in the arena tear out the throat of another, and had watched as a former fighter had carved his way through the crowd with a polearm of some sort. Add that to the thousands of chittering bugs running and flying around under the dome that had suddenly come to life, tinting everything blue, and there was a recipie for disaster.

A Droid bearing the markings of a concession vendor waddled past, and Drystan couldn't help but smile at that. If only the Droid had stayed, then it could have been dinner and a show.

"Not really...I've got my bolt pistol and a survival knife on me. They confiscated my rocket launcher at the starport." He glanced up at that, wondering if the Droid had a sense of humor. He certainly saw the funny side of this, even as one of the genosians nearby began clawing at his throat.

Eldorai were hard to poision. The result of some genetic mutation far in the past, theyou even had a special organ, not unlike a humans liver, that would filter out toxins. Still, he wasn't entirely sure what the stadium was filling up with, and so he brought a sleeve up to cover his mouth and nose in the absence of a rebreather.

"You know, I was told this would be a boring assignment," he replied to the Droid, checking to make sure that his comm was still recording the events. there could be useful information to glean from this, after all.

"But as far as finstructed assignments go....could be worse, right?"

[member="HK-36"]

 

[HK-36]

Team Baron Papanoida: [member="Drystan Talroth"], [member="Arisa Yune"]
Team Kylo Ren: [member="Velok the Younger"], [member="Tubal Sahon"], [member="Mala Arar"], [member="Jain"], [member="Darth Vitium"]
Team Pogo The Lesser: [member="Werah Unon"], [member="Herr Vanderhing"], [member="Jessica Med-Beq"],
Team Edward: [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"],

"Well bolt gun is a good start, but a knife and rocket launcher? Those are amateur weapons, for someone who tries to mask the lack of skills through destruction and area damage. Just look at what happened here, if I wanted to get rid of the Sith I would have snipers with advanced shatterguns posted, silently firing small caliber pellets traveling faster than the speed of sound, fast enough to go clean through anything but a heavy tank or walker, Firemane would probably just have Sio grip them with telekinesis from distance and crush them, meanwhile the Techno Union decides to field their forces, just to have those forces fall back, trapping everyone inside the arena, including their civilians, and gas everyone."

Meanwhile, Darth Vitium entered the arena, again both her aura and augmented voice were lost on the droid, his mind absent from most means of the Force. HK motioned with his metal head towards her as he sat back down in an empty arena seat, in fact most of the section they were in was now empty as all spectators either evacuated or were tripping out from the noxious gas,

"At least that one has tendency to not shout everything they say into a speaker."

The droid reached into one of his pouches and produced a rebreather, offering it to Drystan,

"Either way, my point is, you need to be prepared, rather than opting out for pure destruction pick weapons and devices that can be versatile and save your life in multiple situations. Put up a request to Firemane for one of my magnetic revolvers and Phrik-tipped force spear, that would be a good start. We also have these electric gloves with Cortosis-woven knives built into them."

He would look back into the arena to keep track of what was happening, in case an attack would come in their direction, reaching out with his feet to rest them on the headrest of the seat in front of him.

"But yes, this was a pretty good convention, a lot of interesting panels on galactic politics and theology."