Harrowed and Reaped (Levantine Sanctum Dominion of Bosph)

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Rhan Nidor"]


"Couldn't tell if you if it was worth it or not." Delila spoke of 'war college' as the Gunny put it. Certainly it had caused her to perhaps get an edge in certain aspects of her career advancement but on the battlefield paper didn't mean squat. It wasn't something she thought about often or advised people on. Giving herself a bit of a mental shrug, Delila could feel small loose tendrils of her hair blowing against her skin.


Air. Somewhere in this sector. The corrdiors were widening up, signalling once heavier traffic. Probably closer to the surface now. As the Gunny went through the corridors Dells took the opportunity to scan the ceiling briefly. She was looking for cracks, light, air movement. Something.


Behind her, claws scuttled on the stone distantly.


"Sounds like our friends woke up."

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Quinn Vos"]

"Ok." Kalizka said as he moved toward the young lady whose writer most certainly did not just tell him "I'm waiting on Grandpa!"

He didn't really know what he was going to do to beat the girl but he had a couple ideas. Maybe step on her foot, or make her angry enough to storm off, she seemed the type for that.

"You speak pretty, little miss." he said as he closed the distance between them. He reached out to try and grab her arms with both big woody hands.

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Delila Castillon"]

"Kark." he said to himself as he continued to walk. "Range?" He asked as, he turned and brought up his weapon.

He listened closely and could hear more than one set of feet. It was either a few of them of one with a lot of feet...he was hoping for the multiple contacts option.

He reached to his H-harness and pulled out a flare and held it in his forward hand as he backed down the corridor.

"Popping a flare." He said a moment before he dragged it against the wall to ignite it. The stick of burning magnesium lit the corridor and he tossed it toward a gaggle of toothy creatures with mange riddled hides.

"Haul tail I'll cover us." He said as he opened fire aiming red energy bolts at the leading creatures then behind the group came the sound he had not hoped to ever hear again...a snap-hiss.

 

[Quinn Vos]

[member="Kalizka"]

She ducked and weaved, using size to her advantage as the massive Neti moved in. "Elder Tree, you have had too many birds make nests in your limbs. You creaky and slow."

Using the force outside to manipulate the ground was kind of her thing. It was time to use it. There was no nautolan here to boost her strength, but she had enough anger for this one.

The darkside swelled around Kalizka's feet as she went to create a sinkhole below him.

"Let me help you plan roots, Ancient One."

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Quinn Vos"]

"As you wish my dear." he said simply as the hole opened. He looked down and used his natural ability. the one thing that help's Neti people blend it to the galaxy and go unnoticed for centuries. He transformed his legs.toes and feet became literal roots and began gripping the ground and digging in deeply. Old smiling eyes looked at the woman and he used a root to come up out at her feet.

"Roots for the Lady?" he said.

 

[Quinn Vos]

[member="Kalizka"]

Her back hit the ground hard as his roots knocked her over. "You talk much in battle," she grunted as she rolled. She went to tackle the root and raised her dagger bearing hand, bringing the point to slice down into the being.

Of course, she didn't know if it would hurt the elder tree.

Perhaps he would feel it as a trim?

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Quinn Vos"]

"You fight too much when we could be talking." he said as he saw the dagger raise. "Quinlan was the same way."

He tried to withdraw the root but was slow and received a cut that could get stuck depending how hard she had struck. He reached for her in the force and tried to push her.

 

[Quinn Vos]

[member="Kalizka"]

She grunted and went to rip the dagger free when an invisible force sent her tumbling across the ground. Rolling up to her knees, she faced Kalizka. Mocha-fingers curled around a spear of midnight black. Using the darkside she pushed a cloud of dirt and dust up toward the Neti's face as she launched the spear for its upper body.

"My name Quinn Vos. Not Lady or Small Miss."

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Rhan Nidor"]


"Run? When its about to get interesting?" She shot him a 'you're crazy, aren't you?' glance. Quickly the redhead was reaching into pockets, mentally lining up ammo for the bolt-gun. Now, the bolter would probably take out not only the nastiness, injure the Sith but also collapse the section of tunnel if they were lucky. Staying silent, Delila was letting Gunny take the lead. Light from her blaster rifle traced along the walls. She was searching for weak points. Walking backwards, there was a natural opening where the corridor began from a larger section.


Handing the bolt-gun over to the other solider, Delila started to pull explosives out from from her vest.


"Use the bolter to hold them off. Don't shoot your foot off using it. Moving up ahead to blow this corridor and buy us time."


Charges were being prepped as she walked, putting a charge on each side on the floor, then ones above her head, closer to the ceiling. She couldn't control the countdown. They would have to work together to know when to time it for a retreat. The charges were set, ticking down from the twenty second mark. Now the trick was to survive for the next twenty seconds.

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Quinn Vos"]

"Quinn Vos...I'll write that down."

He slowly began pulling back the roots and looked at the girl as the energy that made up the force gathered inside of her. Kalizka was one of the kinds that had a more intellectual view of the force and knew enegery when gathered usually was then expelled. It also could be absorbed or redirected by the application of various techniques...he knew of many of those techniques but sadly he had never tried to make the theory work in practice.

He prepared himself as she through the darkshear and tried to use tutaminis to absorb the manifestation of force energy. However, the shear struck him as he grabbed it and absorbed the energy. Sap ran down his trunk as he thrust out one hand in another push and applied preasure to the wound with the other.

"Not....nice."

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Delila Castillon"]

He fired rapidly turning at the hip from side to side as he picked off the leading creatures in hopes of slowing down the group. He looked at her as she spoke and cracked an amused smile.

"My kinda woman." he said as a creature leapt at her while she looked in her clothes. He swung the butt of his rifle hard at the creature earning a gratifying wet sounding crack for his effort before he continued to fire.

When she held out the bolter he let his rifle fall to hang from the combat sling. He quickly checked the weapon and then fired noticing the heavy kick and the weight as the explosive round burst from the weapons muzzle and zoomed into the face of one of the creatures sending blood and grey matter onto the Sith and the other creatures.

"Twenty!" he marked the time as he backed away from the hostiles.

 

[Mornhun of House Marr]

[member="Seydon of Arda"]

Mornhun ducked beneath a heavy clawed hand. The gapping maw opened and roared. Saliva and the stench of carrion flesh exploded at him as he looked at the green skinned beast. The black bladed sword in his hand dsrted and snaked through the air before slicing across the creatures face. It was a battle of monsters.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Rhan Nidor"]


"I pray they taught you how to count in basic."


Delila had joined in the firing. She took some pleasure in laying down fire on the Sith that had appeared. While the fire certainly wasn't going to take him down, it provided enough distraction coupled with the bolter. Blood and hide were flying as the Gunny used the bolter. Delila had a better idea of its firepower and made sure to stay back and out of the blast radius.


At twenty, they made a b-line for the larger portion of the corridor, past the explosives. Apparently his counting was close, just as they had passed the charges activated. Heat licked at them as the explosion rocked the small area. As the corridor was collapsing, dust and debris was flying. Coughing, Delila kept walking backwards. She didn't trust the Sith. It took a moment to realize this was their chance to escape. Let air support deal with the rest of the temple.


Hand came to clamp down on a hard bicep. Delila was dragging Gunny out with her, her beam of light barely cutting through the dust and darkness.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Nephesh Raivah "][member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Jericho"]

The perimeter of qo'saarai tuk'ata watched dispassionately as the Omega Protectorate troops also secured the perimeter. Rave paid it little mind; they were professionals. They'd cracked the seal of the door. Rave descended into darkness, murmuring a Nightsister cantrip to let her see in the dark. She passed out Korriban compasses and explained their use.

The Dark Side was strong here. Not incredibly so -- the New Order had never been much of anything -- but when Na'Varro, Varanin and the Fringe tore this place down, many Sith had died, and that left a mark. Doubtless, most of the valuables had been removed by the New Order's succession of two-week Dark Lords, but this place could still be dangerous.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

[member="Rave Merrill"]

Aeron and her boys would start following up the front and rear, making sure they were securing points as they would move deeper into the Sith Temple. All were well used to dealing with delving into these types of crypts, and even tangled a dark force to be reckoned with once or twice. The Bando Gora Reavers were nothing to be trifled with at least.

Hand signals would fill the bulk of their communication, with a word or two coming in through Aeron's ear wig.

"Clear." Aeron would say, as they followed Rave inside.

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Delila Castillon"]

Rhan hauled his backside as they turned to sprint passed the bombs. Dust and smoke belched from the corridor like flames from the mouth of a terrible leviathan. He turned to check their six and walked backward aiming the wonderful tool of destruction at the spot the creatures had been ready to lob explosive death back into them. A part of him wanted to go and make sure the forcie was dead nust to ensure the galaxy had one less. Another part of him just wanted to watch the airstrike.

"Where have you been all my life." He said as they made their way to the growing light.

 

[Mornhun of House Marr]

Claws and fangs of both dark creatures bared in the lightening split darkness. Boots scraped as he slid his feet like like a terrible dancer in a ballet of abject death. Pale flesh where eyes belonged, yet he watched and read the beast all the same. Thakan'dar licked the air like a fang in the mouth of a viper as he tore another sanguine path in the thick hide of the beast. A huge clawed hand , however, met his torsoe and the hunter was thrown headlong oit of the room to tumble upon the cold lifeless stairs leading down into the unknown.

 

[Maya Carrick]

Listening to the chatter on the box as Maya went around the drop ships making sure that each one had what was need for its set up. After all one need to have every in line when the she let them off the ship. Finding herself wising that she was coming but knowing how dangerous could be on the planet. Known what could be down lurking to want to cause trouble for her team. Knowing her team had been well training to expect a lot of things. That why was sending them down with there personal guards just for their safety.

After a few more and words she waved her hand watching the drop ships descend to the ground to set up their stations to provide care to those around the city.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Jericho"] @Nephesh Raivah

Between the compass and the night-vision spell -- probably the second-most-useful Nightsister spell ever invented, right after Touch of the Kiin'dray -- Rave stalked ahead into the temple sublevels with a pretty decent idea of what she was up against.

They soon entered a chamber whose boundaries escaped even her enhanced sight. Not that it was large -- it wasn't -- but the edges of the room seemed to exist and not exist. A deep chill swept over her.

"There's something wrong here. Very wrong. Stronger than anything the New Order could have conjured up...on purpose."

Motion flickered at the edges of the room.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Jericho"] [member="Nephesh Raivah "][member="Aeron Kreelan"]

Wheels spun ominously, slick with the blood of the innocent. The source of the true evil in the catacombs had perished at the figurative hands of MSE-007, Harbinger of Desolation, but the great evil had not been the only casualty. There would be no glory here for the Jedi, the Omegan, the Nightsister. No value in coming here.

For the Harbinger had conquered all, whether they deserved it or not.

With a mind-numbing BREEWHEEEP, the Harbinger accelerated out of the darkness, his blaster firing on full auto to clear a path. His repulsorlifts took his spinning wheels off the floor and flopped him over their collective heads, then out the door.

Blood splashed them. Then he was gone, and the malice in the room decreased by at least seven hundred percent.