Halcyon Operations: Rakghoul Delights [Corellian Confederation Dom of Ebaq]

[Val Ticon]

Worrying his lower lip to the point where droplets of blood began to form, Val struggled to regain that stereotypical Jedi composure. Regret wasn’t what he felt, it was just the overwhelming sense of shame in having disappointed his master. To know of disappointment another was the bane of a child. It ate at the very fiber of their being, it made one's legs weak, it brought tears to eyes, it came with a sense of inadequacy. No one could escape these truths of reality, especially not a padawan as young as Val.

Continuing to look away from the congregation of Masters, there was a faint sensation that brushed against the surface of Val’s consciousness, with it came a sensation that calmed the boys frantic emotions. It was the only thing he wanted, acceptance. It tugged at the emotional strings causing the boy to cough lightly. Looking up and following the traces of the force to its originator, Val offered a weak but thankful smile to the Kel Dor.

The adolescent's breathing slowed as he looked down the hall that they’d have to proceed through. Beneath his feet he could feel a thrumming, not that of the engines but of the horde that was rushing the Jedi. Terrifying barks, and howls came from the darkness of the hall and with each passing second they grew louder and more vicious. Once more the fear thought to rise up, and despite himself Val held it down. Lowering his body, bending at the knees he activated his saber standing behind the wall of Masters. Only hoping that the Masters would deal with the bulk of them.

[member="Morteg"], [member="Nulgath Zardai"], [member="Kian Karr"]

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Nulgaths projected spirit...
Location: Spirit projection on the Lucid Star
Objective: Vex the Light with sith sorcery.


Meanwhile... On the other ship. The Lucid Star

The light. Oh how it burned. Spectral memories shifted to Artisia the fate that sealed Nulgath into his current form and while he was free to unleash his terrible darkside powers on all who stumbled apon him. It was not without a cost. He had yet to find a suitable host and species. Even he had a few in mind and plans to execute, but first? Revenge. Temporarily bond to the decaying vessel in the other ship, the Andromeda. Nulgaths spirit burst forth with a wisp of darkside energy into another. The lights flickered on and off as the newly formed apparition materialized the strobe of the light. "Jedi." erratic whispers flooded the room dipping to into the point of confusion as to where its direct point of origin may be at.

The blurred skeletal figure of Nulgaths projected spirit stood roughly 3 meters down the hall. It would be overly apparent by now that a sickly darkside presence had just arose nearby. The room would grow cold, as if to chill the very bone and sap mind of clear thought. Pulsing out invisible waves, irradiating negative emotions and all for the simple task of distraction. It was all uneasy. Aura of Uneasiness. Red orbs that were Nulgaths eyes took in all that the Jedi before him were. The aged Kel Dor, the fearful little boy and the green skinned fool. The closer the Jedi were to the spirit the stronger the Magic would be.

" You will wither. You will wane and you will...die." Ghastly breaths expelled vile words set to echo in the hall. Yet another horde of Rakghouls flooded the hall. Drooling ready to feast.

[member="Val Ticon"]
[member="Morteg"]
[member="Kian Karr"]

 

[Tris]

"Rook!" She called over the sound of blaster fire and monster gurgles, "Look! Survivor! Positive ID on our target!" She didn't wait for his response. They both knew the mission. Get the contact, clear out any unsavory creatures along the way. She charged, blasting along the way. When she got to the man she paused however.

What did the file say about Rakghouls?

The infection spread through bite or scratch? Then why was this man still human, and how was he alive with so much blood lost? She stood awkwardly above him not knowing what to do. If he really had been bitten and his legs gnawed off then she could be putting herself and the crew of the Starchild at risk bringing him back.

On the other hand...

She cursed and bent over to pick up the man.

[member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Orson Jade"]

 

[Kian Karr]

Kian's own green blade sprang to life a moment after the smaller Jedi Master's and he turned, bracing himself against another horde of the Rakghouls. Several silent minutes passed and Kian could feel the tension building. Lights began to flicker and from the shadows a spectral form materialized out of thin air, the room suddenly dropping in temperature and the sickening pulsations of the darkside spreading out like tendrils of some terrible beast. Kian understood all to well what was happening. The Sith ([member="Nulgath Zardai"]) that stood before them, and Kian was certain it was a Sith, was using the darkside of the force to wear away at their willpower and sow confusion and unease. Kian had faced attacks like this before, most notably against Darth Hauntruss who always liked to attack the mind.

Kian was able to brace himself against that oppressive darkness and his concern turned toward the youngest Jedi with them, Padawan [member="Val Ticon"]. Kian began to stretch out with the force, trying to create a bubble around them, hoping to stave off the worst of the Sith's attack. He was unsure if he could keep it back on his own, but hopefully [member="Morteg"] would see what he was doing and aid in the endeavor. Kian raised his blade up defensively in front of him, his voice ringing responding to the Sith's taunt.

"Only a Sith fears death," Kian said squaring off so that he and Morteg were standing next to each other, creating a wall of defense ahead of the padawan. Kian's grip tightened on his hilt as he saw the hallway fill with Rakghoul. "We are the primary line," Kian said to Val bracing himself as the beasts began to charge towards them, "you are the secondary. We won't be able to stop them all from getting through." The last words came just before the horde closed with them. Kian swept his blade ahead of him, severing outstretched arms with the first slash, then cut back across, leaving headless and bisected corpses tumbling to the floor. Kian threw his arm forward, hurling several others back, using their flying bodies to break the momentum of the charge a bit and allowing him to step forward into the attack. Kian wanted to give some room between himself and Morteg. He'd seen the Jedi Master fight before and knew that being in close proximity would only get in his way.....and because he wanted to close the distance between himself and the Sith.

[member="Kaleleon Seleare"]​

 

[Orson Jade]

Whipping the butt of his shotgun around to slam into the face of the final Rakghoul the Halycon was awared with a wicked crunch as the skull of the creature was caved in. A fountain of black blood escaped from the freshly created wound spurting blood onto the Corellian’s armor. No longer was the Halycon armor a military green but a tar-black from the blood and gore of the Rakghouls he’d slaughtered. Yet as fast as the combat had started it had come to a halt. The hanger of the ship empty, silent. The temperature itself felt as though it was dropping causing the soldier to shiver inside his armor.

It was an odd sensation, usually combat never came to a stop so quickly. Especially when facing a seemingly unending horde and how many had at one point been stationed upon the vessel. Things weren’t adding up, but the lull gave Orson enough time to drop the drum from his shotgun and slam a fresh one home. With a clank and a slight spin the weapon was fully reloaded and ready for use again.

Prepared to journey deeper into the vessel Orson saw the same thing as Gedri, a man begging for help slowly making their way forward. Yet the chances of a regular individual surviving so long was slim to none. In fact the chances should’ve been near zero with their wounds. If the Halycons had been spotted from the moment they landed the survivor should’ve been long dead.

“Gedri wait!” Orson called out, their duties were to cleanse the ship of the infection. They couldn’t risk taking an infected individual on board the ship with them and possibly risking the spread of whatever created the Rakghouls. There was only one thing they could do, Gedri was thinking as a human, not as a soldier. Raising the shotgun, Orson growled as he couldn’t get a shot past the senior officer. “Gedri! I said get back!”

[member="Nulgath Zardai"], [member="Gedri Fehen"]

 

[Darth Assimilus]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mSQ3BJVMfAI​

Location: The Andromeda
Engaging: [member="Gedri Fehen"] & [member="Orson Jade"]
Objective: Reveal a shocking surprise

Oh how gullible children were. Constantly playing with their toys they called guns and dressing up to fit the occasion. To play the role of soldier one but BE a soldier. Not a child. The wiser of the two was right to suspect foul play. Projecting his taunting voice inside Orson Jades mind. Nulgath spoke.

" Silence dog. Your only purpose is to die by my hands."​

On the other hand... She cursed and bent over to pick up the man.

Apon this action, this simple movement. The female soldier known as Gedri would no longer see the body of the man gravely injured. Instead she would see the face and power of a Sith Lord. Opening his rotting and decaying maw the shell the Sith Lord resided in began to erupt a red glow. *BOOM* Energy blasted out riddled with the taint of the darkside. Poised to riddle the troopers armor and send them flying into their partner directly behind them.

Above there was movement above on the ceiling. The Rakghouls. The entire time were not beginning to display tactics. With haste they attempted to crawl behind the soldiers and cut them off from escape!

The fools.

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Nulgaths projected spirit...
Location: The Lucidstar
Engaging: [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Val Ticon"] [member="Morteg"]

"Only a Sith fears death," Kian said squaring off so that he and Morteg were standing next to each other, creating a wall of defense ahead of the padawan. Kian's grip tightened on his hilt as he saw the hallway fill with Rakghoul. "We are the primary line," Kian said to Val bracing himself as the beasts began to charge towards them, "you are the secondary. We won't be able to stop them all from getting through." The last words came just before the horde closed with them. Kian swept his blade ahead of him, severing outstretched arms with the first slash, then cut back across, leaving headless and bisected corpses tumbling to the floor. Kian threw his arm forward, hurling several others back, using their flying bodies to break the momentum of the charge a bit and allowing him to step forward into the attack. Kian wanted to give some room between himself and Morteg. He'd seen the Jedi Master fight before and knew that being in close proximity would only get in his way.....and because he wanted to close the distance between himself and the Sith.

" Bold words for a future dead man." Nulgaths voice projected down the hall. Even as a spirit he still retained power. The spectral body he held began to solidify in appearance slightly. No longer phasing in and out of existence. Nulgath screamed a ghastly sound signaling to the Rakghouls around him. It was a warning.

Red energy built up from the Sith spirits stomach, then throat and finally his mouth. Green twisted energy spilled out like sludge onto the ground with a sizzle. It was sickening. Gaping his maw open the skeletal sith lord laughed as the green sludge like energy poured forth in a coherent beam toward the three Jedi. Directly down the middle of the hall it shot. The Rakghouls it touched decayed slowly on contact. Sickening Blast.

 

[Kian Karr]

Kian's blade danced in a blur of movement. There were so many of the Rakghouls in the hall that Kian was hard-pressed to keep himself unscathed by the menacing claws of the beats. They would have been overwhelmed by now it it weren't for the narrowness of the hallway. If this had been a large, open room, they would have easily swarmed and overcome the three Jedi, but at present they hadn't been able to do that. Nor were their attacks unified. The feral beasts charged forward hungrily and jockeyed for position to the front of the horde, causing their attacks to be chaotic and clumsy.

There was no chaos, only harmony. Those words echoed in Kian's mind as he fought, a reminder that by relying on the force, even amidst the chaos, there could be dispassion and calm. The Sith taunted more, but Kian paid him little mind, clashing a Rakghoul in half from shoulder to shoulder and sidestepping the sweeping claws of another. There had already been a number of hits that would have been devastating had Kian not been wearing his armored Shadow robes. Then, with a deafening scream from the Sith down the hall, Kian found the press of the Rakghoul's lightening as they began to move back, behind their master. Several stayed to fight, but many retreated.

That couldn't be good.

Kian watched as the Sith....who did not quite seem alive, opened its mouth sickeningly wide and spewed forth a green beam of energy. The beam came racing down the hall towards the three Jedi. It was some sort of force blast, Kian was sure, but he hadn't seen an attack quite like this before. "Take cover!" Kian yelled throwing himself to the side against the wall as the beam fired past. The beam avoided Kian, but as it passed he could feel the oppressiveness of the darkside grow ever more strong, hanging on everything around them. Kian felt it hard to breath, as if he was being smothered in a dark, wet blanket. He had to clear the darkness from the hall - somehow.

Kian pulled the force into himself, filling himself like a vessel until it was overflowing. Kian concentrated on that pooling of force power and stretched his taloned hand out. Focusing it away from his gut, down his arm, and into his fingertips. With brilliant flash and bright, white light, the hallway was bathed in the lightside of the force. Kian had been trained in the use of Force Light as a young Knight and it was an important skill for a Jedi Shadow to have. Kian held that power for a few moments, the brilliant light bathing everything in the hallway around him and the two other Jedi. Kian immediately began to feel the darkside retreating, as if burned away from his surroundings.

Once he was confident that the oppressiveness around them was diminished enough, Kian turned toward the Sith and expelled the light down the hallway, sending its soothing burn toward the Sith and his spawn.

[member="Morteg"] | [member="Val Ticon"] | [member="Nulgath Zardai"]​

 

[Dhalinar Greystar]

[member="Kian Karr"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Val Ticon"]

The Sith spirit was powerful in the Dark Side. Incredibly so. It was all he could do alongside Kian Karr to stem the tide of his shadow and influence from directly affecting his Padawan.

"Return to the ship you must," Morteg said under his breath to his Padawan. "Too dangerous this has become." Without waiting for his Padawan's answer Morteg reached out with his free hand and from his belt flung a second lightsaber, its hilt looking massive in his small hands. Normally Morteg utilized a Shoto lightsaber, but on rare occasions he utilized his skill in Jar'Kai to dual wield a standard lightsaber which he wielded like a light club.

The blade erupted in a brilliant yellow. His dual blades hummed softly as he fought back the tidal wave of Rakghoul bodies. He combined quick strikes, spinning jumps, and powerful shoves with the Force to keep the beasts from reaching the Padawan. He had been so focused on defending his padawan from the beasts he'd failed to notice the assault from the spirit itself.

He barely had enough time to put his lightsabers away before the beam raked his small form, sending sparks of yellow up his body. He yelped as the attack flung him into a wall near the docking tube. Morteg slumped to the ground, the Dark Side snaking up his green form in small black vein-like scars. Luckily he'd managed to deflect some of its power away from him but its decaying effects were already apparent as the tips of his long green locs had faded to white and his nails yellowed slightly.

 

[Tris]

"What in the-!!?" The red eyes flared and then there was nothing. The explosion rocked her to her core, frying systems, charring flesh beneath the suit, and shattering her visor.

When she came to she was screaming. She didn't know why she was screaming until she looked down at her arm, or what should have been her arm. Instead was a bloody, charred lump of melted armor that stank of death. It still bled despite most of the wound being cauterized, pooling around her. The soldier's vision was blurring now. The Rakghouls were surrounding her, approaching her hungrily and curiously.

It took everything she had to reach into her blaster pistol holster and fire off rounds into the coming horde. She couldn't feel her legs and so she couldn't get up to run. Her brain was still telling her screaming was the correct response, though it lacked the pain of earlier.

Now she screamed like a cornered animal ready to kill. When her uncharged blaster pistol ran out of ammunition though the pain hit again, sending her into shock. Her hand felt as if it was falling in slow motion. It clunked heavily to the floor.

[member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Orson Jade"]

 

[Orson Jade]

Orson’s warning fell on deaf ears, Gedri unwilling or unable to hear him. The Halycons were supposed to be the best of the best and yet they still made mistakes like any other soldier. Humanity always won out no matter how much some of them tried to bury it. Beginning to move in the direction of his ally to pull her back Orson was caught off-guard by a sudden wave of vertigo as an odd pressure began to form within his mind. Cutting through this all was a horrific, ghastly voice insulting the soldier.

Wanting to say something back Orson couldn’t as Gedri’s body slammed into his own. Lifted off his feet from the force of the collision, was sent flying across the deck. Even upon hitting the ground Orson continued to slide for a few more meters before coming to a stop. Within the confines of the Halycon armor pain radiated through his body, but not enough to keep him down as the stim systems within activated.

All around the roars and screeches of the Rakghouls grew louder as dozens upon dozens flooded the hanger the other soldiers forced into defending Orson and Gedri. Shooting back to his feet the blonde-haired man rushed to Gedri, as he neared his stomach turned. The cauterized stump of Gedri’s arm revolting, steam still rising from it. “Nuh uh, I’m going to get my told you so. You’re not dying here.” Orson said lifting the other soldier up and putting them in a fireman’s carry. “Halycon’s pull back to the ship. If you’ve got any stims use them.”

The Rakghoul’s were supposed to stop them from retreating as they circled around but against a whole squad of Halycons they’d find that task slightly more difficult. Dropping the drummed shotgun and picking up Gedri’s VAARS rifle, Orson braced it against his torso and switched the weapon to anti-matter mode. A single shot was all it took before the Rakghouls that had began circling around detonated in a glorious explosion of black ichor and gore. Spinning on his heel Orson fired a second shot into another group, cutting their numbers down. All around the other Halycon’s did the same backing up to the ramp of their shuttle.

[member="Gedri Fehen"], [member="Nulgath Zardai"]

 

[Val Ticon]

"Only a Sith fears death"

It’s simple to say such things for an experienced Jedi Master, perhaps even for one who’d lived out a majority of their life. For someone like Val it was still daunting, facing death wasn’t something any child was prepared for. No amount of training, no amount of devotion to a code, could change that simple fact. Kian saying those words was enough to ruin Val’s resolve. Eyes widening looking towards the ground, Val almost didn’t pay attention to the words of Kian warning him that he’d be the second line. That despite being masters of the force, others would penetrate the first line and reach him.

Responsibility and fear ran rampant in Val’s mind and all he could do in this moment was fight. The Rakghouls clashed with the Jedi, and watching the three masters at work was akin to watching a beautiful play. The elegant spins of Morteg as he disassembled the monsters. The serpents that Master Karr and Romi carved through the air, bisecting the sithspawn. It showed the disparity of skill between them and the padawan that stood at the rear.

Val’s swings were simple chops and cleaves, the boy not even having delved into any other form than Shii-cho. There was no elegance as he came down with an overhanded chop that sliced a Rakghoul from the crown of its skull down to the center of its torso. Much like a hot knife through butter the blade of plasma proceeded onwards with no resistance till it left the thing in two halves at the adolescent’s feet.

Pass the falling remnants of the body Val saw the wave of energy proceeding down the hallway towards their group, Kian’s warning and the force being enough for him to dive for corner. As it rocketed pass to slam into the wall Val’s coughed, the oppressive energy of the darkside rank as it filled the air. The Malevolent energy growing seeking to envelop them at least till there was a faint warmth. A warmth that had an incandescent glow as Master Karr pushed away the darkness.

Looking up to thank the Master, Val saw Morteg’s body lying limp on the ground. “Master?” The boy whispered crawling across the hall to Morteg’s small form. The Master lie still, yet his chest still rose and fell with the signs of life. Tears and despair once more threatened to take the boy, but Val fought it back. It was no longer about him, but about getting Morteg out safely. “Master Karr, I’m taking Master Morteg back to the ship!”

Being larger in size than his master, Val had no problem lifting the alien up and carrying him away from the carnage and the fighting. He could only pray that Kian could hold off whatever the manifestation was and make it back as well.

[member="Morteg"], [member="Kian Karr"], [member="Nulgath Zardai"]

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Location: Spirit fading from the Andromeda and giving full attention at the Lucidstar.
Objective: Infect and leave.

Satisfaction arose in Nulgaths inner psyche apon watching the pure terror that he could command and unleash at will. Rakghouls snarled and shrieked aloud as they were torn to pieces wave after wave. The soldiers could run and fire their weapons all they wanted at Nulgaths creations but it mattered little. The battle was already won. " Tnoi katsoshirsi iunoks w'iri mikn. Winwi ri ditra dijomatsa, na diâ Drarina!" The Andromeda's hallway floor shook with the dark whispers that came after the Sith spirit spoke in a twisted tongue of old. " Eat them my..children." He muttered. In the distance he could envision the Sithspawn sprinting in at almost every side. Exiting neighboring hallways, ventilation shafts, air ducts and adjacent rooms in attempts to tackle [member="Orson Jade"] and [member="Gedri Fehen"] her troops to the ground and infect them. Just one scratch.

A psychic scream erupted down the hall of the Andromeda and suddenly Nulgaths possessed vessel fell to the ground. A corpse used by the darkside of the force. There was something not right.

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Location: The Lucidstar
Objective: Dont dissipate like the illusion and kill [member="Kian Karr"]

Kian pulled the force into himself, filling himself like a vessel until it was overflowing. Kian concentrated on that pooling of force power and stretched his taloned hand out. Focusing it away from his gut, down his arm, and into his fingertips. With brilliant flash and bright, white light, the hallway was bathed in the lightside of the force. Kian had been trained in the use of Force Light as a young Knight and it was an important skill for a Jedi Shadow to have. Kian held that power for a few moments, the brilliant light bathing everything in the hallway around him and the two other Jedi. Kian immediately began to feel the darkside retreating, as if burned away from his surroundings. Once he was confident that the oppressiveness around them was diminished enough, Kian turned toward the Sith and expelled the light down the hallway, sending its soothing burn toward the Sith and his spawn.

This is what was wrong. The light. Nulgath had felt it before and it warranted his full immediate attention. The Darkside began to dampen in strength with a new found element of nature. His lidless eyes opened wide. The Kel Dor waved the luminescent ball of energy about shunning the Sithspawn around him. The Rakghouls around him cowered, shrieked and screamed as their bodies burned. Then the ball came hurling down the hall. With a clash and a flash of blinding light the projected illusion screamed aloud and then silence filled the halls. Even the Rakghouls grew silent as some of them recovered from adjacent exposure.

A jagged tear opened up in the fabric of reality itself as Nulgaths true self stepped through into the Lucidstar. Lightning crackled and spewed into the floors and walls briefly before the tear was closed behind him. There was a pause. A spectral head tilted to the side. Cryptid ghostly hands rose pointed at the the countless number of Rakghoul. Sparks traveled about the spectral figure and with a blast of energy the shocking energy came full blast. Red force lightning entered the body of one Rakghoul, then another and another. In a chain reaction down the hall making its way in quick succession toward the Jedi Kian Karr. The intense flashes of energy revealing the inter twisted skeletal structure of each alchemically made sithspawn. With bodies over loaded with energy the initial wave of Rakghouls closest to Nulgath began to explode in a burst of shocking energy leaving nothing but limbs behind.

Convulsing. Each Rakghoul the lighting had struck would react the same. It was a bomb!

" I cannot be caged. I cannot be controlled. Understand this as you die. Ever pathetic. Ever jedi fools."

The fact that the Sith was resorting to large scale and high powered attack could only mean one thing.

He was desperate to get the battle over with...But why?

 

[Kian Karr]

Kian saw, with concern, Jedi Master Morteg take the hit and go down. Kian could feel the darkside energy ravishing the other Jedi, but Kian was confident he would be alright. Upon hearing that Val would be escorting Morteg out of the fight, Kian nodded in understanding. "May the force be with you." Kian called out through the chaos to the younger Jedi and turned his attention back fully to the Sith as the Master and Apprentice left the fight.

For the briefest of moments, it seemed as if the force light had succeeded in banishing the entity at the end of the hall - as all had fallen silent. But then, Kian watched in fascination as the very fabric of space before him seemed to tear and a spectral figure emerged. Lightning cackled form his hands, striking the forms of the Rakghouls before him. Unlike typical force lighting, this was red in color, and seemed to be jumping from one to the next. Kian watched in amazement as they began to explode before him - the chain reaction making its way toward him.

Kian shoved with the force, pushing away those nearest him to ensure the blasts were farther away, but he feared with this many in the hall whether or not the force of the explosion could be avoided. As they erupted, the force of the energy threw Kian backwards. He found his feet leaving the ground and he braced himself in the force. Even with the force to aid him, his impact with the wall was enough to momentarily stun him. Looking up, all he saw before him was chaos. Smoke and entrails filled the room and through the haze of it all, Kian saw the Sith standing among his dead beasts. Rising to his feet, Kian pulled the force to him once more. It had worked before - so why not try it again.

Kian thrust his arm out, expelling the force energy in the form of Force Light - looking to purge the hallway of anymore of this dark magic. Kian put even more power behind this than he had the first - but the act was draining. Hurling the light down the hall toward the Sith, Kian stepped back through the open doorway, and slammed the control panel, watching as the door slid shut. Plunging his saber into the panel - Kian knew that if the Sith was able to follow that would only hold him temporarily.

"Anyone have eyes on Padawan [member="Kaleleon Seleare"]," Kian said into his comm as he retreated from the battle. Kian wasn't finished with this Sith - but he knew when he was outmatched. Kian could feel the presence of more of the Rakghoul creatures coming and to face the Sith and these beasts alone would be suicide. Kian would make his way back to The Shadow and hopefully Padawan Seleare would be found.

[member="Nulgath Zardai"] | [member="Val Ticon"]​

 

[Orson Jade]

Standing at the end of the ramp, Orson stared down the growing horde, what had been dozens appeared to now be hundreds flooding the hangar. All in a desperate attempt to stop the Halycons from escaping. Each shot fired detonated leaving dents in the durasteel of the hanger whether it be in the walls or the durasteel flooring. There were too many, and the ship was only in the warming up phases.

Two of the other Halycons stood alongside Orson firing into the masses, for each Rakghoul that fell another took its place. They grew ever closer, sweat beading on the soldiers brow at how close they were cutting it. Along with being down Gedri. They would run out of ammo long before all the Rakghouls were dead, then it would be over. Looking to the heavily damaged floor of the hanger, Orson checked his ammunition. Only a few anti-matter rounds left. “Halycons, focus fire on the hangar floor! I don’t know if these bastards can breathe in vacuum, but I know for certain they can’t fly or fight in it.” Firing into the floor a few meters into the rushing waves, Rakghouls exploded and the dent in the floor became greater. A few more shots from the assisting Halycons and there was a large hole in the deck.

As the hole opened up the Halycons were given a moment of respite. The Rakghouls were ripped free of the deck without anything to keep them in place. Even the shuttle began moving from the force of decompression taking place. The vacuum of space took the Rakghouls showing no mercy to the monstrosities. The only thing keeping the Halycons from suffering a similar fate was the magnetic clamps on the base of their boots. “Ships warmed up.”

“Good, lets blow this bantha stand.” Entering the shuttle fully and letting the ramp shut the Halycons jetted out and away from what had been one of the most horrific and dangerous missions they had faced. They had been unable to clear the ship in the way they’d been ordered but they’d learned enough about the Rakghoul threat. “Blow that ship to hell.” Orson commanded as he entered the co-pilots chair.

Onboard the shuttle laser turrets opened up, chewing into the unshielded Andromeda Star, alongside the numerous Rakghouls that floated helplessly through vacuum their bodies slowly freezing before the turrets cut them to bits.

[member="Nulgath Zardai"],

 

[Val Ticon]

Running through the halls of the vessel, Val could still hear the Rakghouls and the fight between the Master Kian and the darkside manifestation. It was as if a beacon of the light were crashing against a tide of darkness. A power the likes of which Val had never witnessed in person and while he could not see it physically he could feel it. The force built up to a peak within the ship.

So lost in thought the adolescent almost didn’t notice the individual that stepped out in front of him. On instinct Val moved Morteg to his shoulder and pointed the hilt of his saber at the creature prepared to activate it. Thumb resting on the stud the Jedi was shocked to see that it wasn’t another Rakghoul but another Jedi. Glancing the taller individual from head to toe the Corellian recognized the other.

Wanting to call back to the other master the padawan knew there was no time to turn back for them. “We don’t have time to talk, just follow me, we’ve got to get off the ship.” Val shouted continuing his charge to the closed airlock that he, Morteg and Romi had come through the first time.

The boy had never typed in a security code so fast, as he glanced back and saw a wave of Rakghouls fighting over one another to get through the hall at them. “Go, go go!” Val shouted, the door taking its sweet time opening. He didn’t even wait for it to be fully open before leaping in, waiting for the others to pass. The Rakghouls grew closer, the lead one leaping as the door closed.

The limb caught between the door as it still attempted to close. The limb, twisting and bending against the force of the mechanical door till with a gut-wrenching splat, it popped free. The door finally closing and sealing itself. The hand of the Rakghoul, flopped around on the floor for a few seconds before falling still.

Was this what it meant to fight the dark? To lay ones life on the line in the hopes of defeating an individual that fed off of death and despair? To possibly make no difference? It made Val wonder why his father had ever decided to be one. Rubbing at his face, the padawan walked on weak feet into the medbay, laying his master across the operating table.

With the Jedis return to the vessel, the shuttle they’d road in detatched from the Lucid Star floating away and preparing for a jump to hyperspace. “Master Karr, we found Selaire, and preparing a jump to Corellia. Master Morteg needs immediate medical attention.” Sending the message to the other Jedi’s vessel, Val looked out the viewport in the medbay as the stars became lines and soon vanished in a wave of blue hues.

[member="Kian Karr"], [member="Nulgath Zardai"]

 

[Mithias]

Please delete - wrong account. Sorry!

 

[Malicar]

CHAOS BYOO - "Frigid Ties"

Ojom

The Shadow Hammer broke through the atmosphere of Ojom greeting the Chiss with a sea of white, but as it cleared, it was apparent Ojom was an ocean planet, with frigid waters as far as the eye could see. Giant glaciers interspersed the oceans, serving as the solitary refuges for the besalisk race, native to Ojom. The modified freighter, rolled towards its destination, ignoring the snow as it caked on to the ship and promptly melted.

Traditionally, visitors would meet the besalisks on the orbital space stations due to the unforgiving climate of Ojom, but to Malicar, that was disrespectful. If he wanted to do business on Ojom, they needed to understand that he was serious and was willing to go an extra step for their business…Malicar simply had to dress for the occasion. A little cold never hurt a Chiss too much anyway…

As the freighter streaked across the oceans, a large glacier stood out from the rest as a modern settlement had been erected atop the large block of floating ice. Swinging the ship around, he looked back to his entourage and said, “Keep an eye out...”

Receiving the signal from the control tower of the settlement, the chiss landed the Shadow Hammer on the designated landing pad. While the besalisks of Ojom were not potential employees for the Eclipse Consortium, they were excellent sources of information. Ojom was also being looked at for locations for warehousing for Interstellar Shipping.

The Chiss strode down the loading ramp and was met by a contingent of smiling besalisks. As soon as he walked down the ramp, the cold nearly stole his breath. But Malicar inhaled and trudged on.

The things I do in the name of business…

 

[Kian Karr]

Kian began to the run...or at least it was meant to be a run....but as he began sharp pain shot through his leg. Apparently the impact with the wall had done a bit more damage than he'd realized. Kian drew heavily on the force, pushing himself forward. He came to an intersecting hallway. To the right was the passage back toward the shuttle - to the left would take him deeper into the ship. Kian couldn't leave yet, not while Padawan Selaire was still at large. After all, they'd come here to save him.

“Master Karr, we found Selaire, and preparing a jump to Corellia. Master Morteg needs immediate medical attention.” Those words came as a relief and Kian took the path to the right back toward his ship.

"Get Master Morteg to safety, and may the force be with you." Kian replied quickly as he made his way back toward the shuttle that would take him back to The Shadow. "Prepare the ship for take off, have they gotten all civilians off?" Kian asked and as he rounded a corner he found his path to the shuttle blocked by half a dozen Rakghoul. Kian could reroute himself back to the last intersection and try an alternate route.

"Yes sir," Came the sudden response from Kian's droid pilot, "all civilians have now been successfully evacuated." The response wasn't particularly loud, but Kian watched as all the eyes in the hall turned to take in his presence. So much for hiding in the shadows. Snap-hiss, his lightsaber sprang to life, the green blade casting shadows across the beasts before him. Coming forward, slowly, Kian moved on instinct, his blade cutting and jabbing. It seemed as if a mere second had passed. Deactivating his lightsaber, Kian turned back and glanced down the hall at the dead Rakghouls. Stepping forward through the port and into the shuttle, he was able to take a moment to reflect on the fact that those were people not that long ago. Twisted and destroyed by a disease warped by the darkside. Settling into the cockpit of the shuttle, Kian vowed to himself that he would find the Sith again when this was all over.

"I've disembarked," Kian said to The Shadow, "tell the Corellian Navy it is fine to blow the ship." The news traveled quick, Kian had just docked with The Shadow well out of the blast radius. He had barely settled into the cockpit of the lite corvette when the naval vessels opened fire. Within a few moments the infected ships were being fired upon. Without a crew to shift power to the shields or respond to the attacks, it wasn't long before they were reduced to nothing more than debris and wreckage that would burn up in the atmosphere. Kian watched - regretting the loss of life this mission had brought with it. Finally, after a long moment of silent, Kian turned to the pilot.

"Plot a course back to The Sha Koon," Kian said and then set about typing up the mission report while the details of his encounter with the Sith was fresh in his mind.

The Shadows would be going hunting.

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Alright all, that wraps it up!! Great job.

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Kian thrust his arm out, expelling the force energy in the form of Force Light - looking to purge the hallway of anymore of this dark magic. Kian put even more power behind this than he had the first - but the act was draining. Hurling the light down the hall toward the Sith, Kian stepped back through the open doorway, and slammed the control panel, watching as the door slid shut. Plunging his saber into the panel - Kian knew that if the Sith was able to follow that would only hold him temporarily.

Fresh lightning crackled behind Nulgath and the fabric of reality torn once more only after he ceased casting down his wrath apon a hallway of rakghouls to explode. As soon as the Kel Dor summoned his power within the light and hurled it down the hall as he ran down the hall like the coward he was, Nulgath entered through. With a fade he wisped away from the coming explosion of light into the vast void. His mission with the Rakghouls seemed to be a success for now. With that encounter the jedi would be looking for him. Often the darksdie could be tracked and with a Jedi as strong as [member="Kian Karr"], [member="Morteg"] and their order the Green jedi. It was entirely possible.

Already a plot was formed in the Sith spirits empty mind. They could play right into his hands once and and then "He" would be free.