The World Eater
Objective: 1
Equipment: Kyrel's Armor, Kyrel's Necrochasis, Vader's Bane Lightsaber
Allies: Brotherhood of the Maw,
Enemies: Kaeli Liza
Location: Csilla, Trenches, and Bunkers
He had wandered the battlefield as if a vengeful spirit, the blood slowly trickled from his lips after the meal of the frightened soldiers he just had. Now he had wandered and waited, finding anymore Chiss Commando teams to destroy, moving through the smoke. Kyrel even saw to the sky to see the beam of the weapon rock the sky with far distant explosions. A distorted grin had graced his lips. Now was not the time to make his moves yet within the Maw, but with Csilla's destruction. Soon the moment would be upon him, for he felt that it wasn't just the voices that spoke within his head, but that of the will of the Force. That had led up and guided his action at this very moment in time. Even now he felt the strongest with the dark side that had ever been so far.
With each new squad of Chiss, or New Imperials alike, he masked himself within smoke and mist, before like the dark phantom he was. Let loose a barrage of saber attacks, dismembering each individual that he could find. Feeding on the fear that was palpable through the Force, gaining strength and in turn feeding the familiar blade at his hand. How heads, arms, and legs would fly. Leaving blood splattered all over the snow. Sometimes that old command to consume would make him remove his helm for the moment. Only to feed on more flesh, leaving some of the blood trickling from his mask.
With now stalking yet another group of Chiss, this time the squad would be going back to the bunker on which he just massacred. Learning that in the midst of his bloodlust. There was a gun emplacement. A wicked grin had spread across his face, following them even spreading a sense of dread to touch them. As if he wanted them to know that his very eyes watched them. Causing them to slowly become paralyzed with fear until he finally revealed himself. When he did reveal himself, he would make sure that none of them would live to see past this day for he would see this entire world to burn for such was the way of the Shadow, his guiding philosophy for the dark side.
He kept moving through the mist, any Chiss or enemy that saw him move through the smoke, met the unfortunate end of his blade, or at worst one of the weaponized parts of his body. To cut right through them before they could scream, or mutter a single word. For he had surprise and terror on his side to which he would use to great effect.
Heading back to the bloody swathe of carnage he had caused. There was now a sign that read in the form of Chiss blood across the door of the Bunker. "Enter and abandon all hope." As if the Master of Ren was offering the soldiers a warning, for if they entered inside. There was only despair and death that waited for them. Even as Kyrel calmly waited inside, surrounded by the dark. Even contemplating on using the weapon against the dug-in trenches of the New Imperial Order, but first, he wanted to have further fun by having the flies go towards the spider's web. All but two choices remained for them. Leave and walk away from this, or enter and die a horrible death.