Heart of Darkness (DMed Story)

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Location: Citadel
Objective: Spread the faith by smiting infidels
Allies: [member="Nima Tann"], [member="Charlyra Araano"]
Enemies: Rogue Sith
[member="Omega"]


Thusly, the walkers collapsed into broken and flaming pieces. Their crews were dead, as were dozens of stormtroopers. Their blood intermixed with the white of the snow, smoke billowed up into the air, which was rank with the stench of death and charred flesh.


Slowly, Elpsis came to after being woken up by Charlyra. "Lyra? You look like crap," Elpsis exclaimed, still a bit groggy when she beheld the Acolyte in her tattered robes. Her entire body seemed to ache when she tried to get to her feet and promptly stumbled, though she managed to lean against some wreckage.


There was a sharp pain in her back and left leg. Ouch. Something sharp and painful had lodged itself inside her arm pit, which lacked the thick armour plating. There was a loud, unpleasant crunch when she tried to right her dislocated shoulder and force it back into place, accompanied by a spike of pain. However, all three were still alive and the path to the fortress was clear.


"You alright? Nima, you around. We three kicked arse," she winced a bit. A few ribs had been cracked and she breathed heavily. "When this is over, I'm getting laid a lot. I miss my black chocolate." The cloud above them cleared, the first rays of sunlight pierced it and shined upon them. A Firemane medic hastened towards them to tend to their wounds, followed by a small group of soldiers. There was little time for a reprieve though. Ahead of them lay the fortress of evil.

 

[Darth Caecus]

“It was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.”​

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-Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness​

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The Sith Academy​

The Dawning​

The Blind Storyteller

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[member="Vustia"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Wolf"] [member="Mael Ren"] [member="Thresh Sken"] [member="Kierel"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Doc"]

If the death threat bothered the blind man, it didn't show. If anything, his smile grew just a touch wider. Their barraging questions were met, at first, with silence. He did raise a slight eyebrow at the trooper, giving the armored figure an appraising "look" for a moment. The broken window went uncommented on, but the bitter wind filling the room touched them all. That was, after all, the way of temper tantrums. They tended to affect everyone, not only the subject of ire.

And then the quality of the light in the room began to change. The cool, calming bluish cast shifted to a sickly green and his head tilted up.

Seeming to come to a decision, he rested his hip against the table behind him. No further test for these- they would find their testing elsewhere.

Damned madness. Quite. The Omega, is exactly what it's name portends, his voice heavy in their minds. The End. It was created because there is a creature aboard it that considers the noise and chaos of this galaxy to be grating. He let that sink in for a moment. Grating. Annoying. The Omega had been created because something found them all to be an irritation. This is no grand gesture. No power hungry would be conqueror. The being that orchestrated the Omega finds all of this- he gestured to everything around him, encompassing the group - to be all too much noise. The messiness of life is distasteful to her. We may as well be less than insects, do you understand?

He lowered his hands, and the sound of his voice in their heads was bitter.

Why she came here, well, I imagine it was because Castameer was secret. I have asked the same question 'Why Here, What does it have to do with this place,' every day. When she came, she allowed us to continue taking students because it fed her plans- no other reason. My eyes are blind, but she took away the greatest joy I had when she came to Castameer. I am tired of the silence. If she has her way, the only thing left in the galaxy will be that.

Blind eyes narrowed, and though they knew he couldn't actually see them, his gaze seemed to bore in to each of them in turn.

Are you here to destroy the Omega? Or to make it your own?

It was clear that the answer to that question would weigh whatever final decision was on his mind.


Really? Botany? Okay

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[member="Nomar"]

Keying up the first datacube-

Research on phenotypic plasticity has increased expanding from the initial focus on abiotic factors to that of biotic ones and, in recent years, taking into consideration plant response to galactic climate change, land use change and plant invasiveness. Thus, fundamental questions for evolutionary ecologists in a galactic change context are how plant species will respond to these new scenarios and what mechanisms will be involved in the process. The understanding of phenotypic plasticity will be crucial for predicting changes in species distribution, community composition, and crop productivity under global change conditions. Nevertheless, the theme of phenotypic plasticity is complex and researchers do not always arrive at the same conclusions and results are sometimes controversial.

Phenotypic plasticity has been defined as a change in the phenotype expressed by a single genotype in different environments. Bradshaw recognized that phenotypic plasticity could itself be under genetic control and therefore subjected to selective pressure. Scheiner and Goodnight show that there is no reason to believe that the selection of plastic and genetic variations need necessarily be coupled. Nevertheless, a population could respond to an extremely variable environment by becoming both more plastic and more genetically variable.


They are the Beast

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[member="Jude Falkrowe"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"]

From across the hangar, other troopers came running as a scream filled the room. There was sound in the hangar? Yes. For the first time since they had entered the Academy, the silence was broken. The hulk of the Warden obscured what he was doing, precisely, to the trooper beneath his hands, but the wet, heavy sound of a melon breaking against the floor had a certain nausea inducing impact all its own.

The pair were clear to reach one of the transport ships. Within, the clearance codes were already entered- there should have been no way for anyone but those who were supposed to be here to reach these ships- and someone had gotten lazy. The Lady would kill them later.

 

[Vustia]

Location: Big Fancy Room
People: [member="Mael Ren"] [member="Thresh Sken"] [member="Jude Falkrowe"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Kierel"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Nomar"] [member="Wolf"] [member="Darth Ophidia"]

Even though she had turned away from everybody and walked away Vustia still heard what the man had said very clearly. Still facing towards the wall she sent her thoughts across the room, they contained a trace of sadness:

"There is no need to destroy the Omega, in time it will only destroy itself. And possessing such power does not appeal to me. If I am to gain power it must be my own accord, not somebody else's machine dedicated to destruction. Whoever created such a machine will no sooner become a machine themselves."

She turned towards the man and stared at him,

"I hope that answers your question"

 

[Bryce Bantam]

LOCATION: Charging the Airfield
CURRENT OBJECTIVE: Drum major of the Hoard!
ALLIES: [member="Effie Duanna"] | [member="Karen Roberts"] | [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Kira Vaal"]

Having shed the trappings of the Rogue Sith guards Bryce fought with those freed by Karen and the others as they matched on the airfield. Running in front of a charging ore hauler the ginger general did what he could to deflect oncoming fire.

"Keep pressing on, if we break them here they will no longer have dominion over you."

Bryce was trying to keep up their spirits, many had been broken by the cruelty of the Sith, now under fire, there was fear, lots of it. May now hid their heads below the bucked of the massive ore hauler, clutching whatever instrument of war they have been able to secure.

"Believe, live not to survive but to be free. They are just as fearful as you. Their cause if death, ours is life, we will live, fight!"

 

[Raziel]

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[member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Thoja Arlos"] [member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Zark"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Zonia Kalranoos"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Galen Adina"] [member="Aerion Ivelisse"] [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Macharius Solaire"] [member="Claire Ouron"] [member="Riven Black"] [member="Jaster Starfallen"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Raeya Papanoida"] [member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Effie Duanna"] [member="Viktoria Kess"] [member="Jakkor Kess"] [member="Lucien Galtier"] [member="RC-506 Lock"] [member="Jatt Cath"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

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CONTROL STATION 1, STRIP MINES, CASTAMEER​

Thud, thud, thud.

Before Kira several small ruptures appeared. Gouts of flame burst forth, blocking her path ahead.

Ker-thud

That noise had come from behind, not ahead. The Foreman left deep dents in the pipes as he drew himself up to his considerable height. Within the depths of his machinery his generator span up, eerie scarlet light escaping his armour plates.

Whilst the Storm commandos focussed on Dax, the Foreman stalked towards his prey. The other insect had been left crumpled in the tower. The controls had been disabled. They could have been used to free the slaves, instead now the Foreman was at least preventing from activating the explosives.

His right arm came up and several solid bolts shot out. A series of plinks ran up the pipe towards Kira where they opened small holes. From his other arm came a gout of plasma. All those holes were suddenly throwing out flames.

"WILL YOU MAKE THE SACRIFICE FOR THE SLAVES TOO? WOULD YOU HAVE DONE SO FOR DROID WORKERS? I DOUBT IT."

The Foreman was built of hyper-dense allows, constructed to work in the most harse environments. He walked through the flames without pause.

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: VORACION CITADEL, GATE #5​

EQUIPMENT: IN BIO​

ALLIES: MANDOS(?), COMMONWEALTH(?), [member="Cadan Tazi"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]​

ENEMIES: SOME RUNNING SITH TROOPERS, the [member="Omega"]​

CURRENT MOOD: SUSPICIOUS​

Ghorua the Shark growled as he smashed another trooper's skull in with the Spinster. They had broken, their morale destroyed by the oncoming army, as well as the one man army that was the Shark.

It looked like they had learned their lesson, but the Bounty Hunter wasn't convinced. Perhaps the enemy had truly been routed, or perhaps they were pulling back for something else. Either way, Ghorua was going to try to stay as close to the fleeing enemy of possible.

As forces crumbled beneath his onslaught, Ghorua charged towards the gate to the citadel, much faster than one might expect for his size. Along his charge, various soldiers turned quickly and fired, their bolts catching on his matte-black armor. They were quickly brained by the Shark's stun baton, who's kinetic force did a little more than stun.

Finally, his advance brought him to the gate itself, within which various troops were high-tailing inside. Seeing the vague, enormous shape of the genetically-modifed beast, a few of the gate's guards tried to close it. Attaching the Spinster on his back, Ghorua flicked up his slugthrowers, and grinned as the weapons blasted the men off of their stations, most likely dead. With that, Ghorua rushed towards the gates, the very heart of the beast. And he would like to leave with the heart in his teeth.

Unseen by the colossus, the Omega glinted up ahead, an omen for what was to come.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Location: Mines
Allies: [member="Matsu Ike"] and others
Goal: Free slaves

He was breathing hard, but his stubbornness was keeping him going. But the blonde haired Jedi Master couldn't help but look toward Master Ike and inquire. "You sure there's no master controls to these things? Sure, we can do this until the cows come home, but not everyone's going to know how to disable these things like you or I, and I only know because I do it on a regular basis" He would remark, letting out a prolonged breath.

He could keep going, but they were going to be too tired if things got really hairy.

 

[Lark]

Lark chose to take the remark [member="Thoja Arlos"] made of his skill as a compliment rather than a probe of his past. He activated some kind of cloaking device, and proceeded to scale up at gate. He dispatched the guard on top, and told him to move through and wait.

Lark considered running, but he wasn't sure he could make it to the Omega on his own. Blaster fire continued to fill the cold air, and more than a few explosions shook the frozen ground. No, a lone party in this environment didn't stand a chance. ​Patience Lark. You'll have your chance.

But something just felt... off. No, something wasn't quite right here. He briefly wondered how he felt the wrongness. Perhaps it was the latent force? He turned to study Thoja, to see if he could judge whether or not he could feel it too, but he had forgotten he was invisible.

Perhaps Lark should have worried, but the capacity to worry had escaped Lark long ago. He'd reach the Omega. Nothing else mattered.

 

[Kenrath]

Voracion Citadel
The 5th Gate
Sith outer trench line

Allies: [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Damien Daemon"] [member="Dean Letham"] [member="Rhan Komo"] [member="Funky Balor"] [member="Ronan Vizsla"] [member="Arla Balor"]

Enemy: [member="Kith Verloren"]

Cole heard the deafening rending in metal and peaked over the edge of the trench just in time to see it slam to the ground. Cole took a deep breath and climbed out of the trench taking off in a dead run towards the Gunboat. Every couple of steps he would fire at the boat aiming for any of the crew that made a run for it until he got to the Gunboat.

Then he would move for the door to gain entry outside switching from the rifle back to his blaster pistol for the shorter range. His goal was to open it and kill anyone left inside before hopefully they had a chance to regroup.

Then he would turn towards his comrades

"Grenade............who got a grenade." "We need to destroy the controls inside so that this thing can't be recovered and used later."

Cole hoped maybe Arla was still this far back from the Citadel since apparently every stinking Sith in the place still able was running for their lives. He took a breath moment to look up. He did like what he saw...............realizing they were still in a very bad way Cole decided not to wait for the destruction of the Gunboat but took off towards the Citadel.

 

[Jakkor Kess]

Location: the Strip mines
Objective: Free the people
Allies: [member="Viktoria Kess"] [member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="RC-506 Lock"] [member="Matsu Ike"],and other lightsiders.

Jakkor followed his master,after they were given devices to deal with their collars. Everywhere he saw were what looked like literal skeletons in human flesh all crying,and begging for help. Most of them were begging for food,and water. It made Jakkor sad to see the worst of the galaxy like this. Some of it brought back memories of the Clone Wars. He used his saber to cut off whatever shackles he could on there arms,and legs. He told them that everything would be fine and that the nightmare was all over gently trying to make them feel better.

He gave them some water from his canteen or whatever water that was left in it. The guards would be taken care of by the others,he personally wanted to get these people out,and start the tricky process of removing the collars for what he could tell was built to keep slaves from escaping and it would take time for them to get the things off.

 

[Ria Misrani]

"And you're looking fabulous," Charlyra quipped to Elpsis and then looked over, "it would appear that our forces have arrived, and with good timing." She walked through the snow, force aura still small from the aftermath of the walker. "Quartermaster Ural," she called out, "think I could get a new set of robes?" Asked the brunette with a cheeky smile as she approached the five foot three quartermaster. Ural shook his head and handed her a new set of robes, and then pointed to a few units. She could change there with some iota of privacy as the troops turned to let her change. She couldn't hear Elpsis talk about getting laid, truth was - Charlyra was still dealing with mixed emotions about Neve. Perhaps a friendship with her would be best, such thoughts were pushed aside when she looked up to the sky.

Slipping on her dark crimson robe, the acolyte stepped out her eyes were drawn to the green sky above them. "We're running out of time, Master Elaris." She called while approaching. Force aura still minimal but her recharge was nearly complete, "I can rush ahead and pull open the doors of the citadel." The path to the Citadel had been cleared out by the three of them and the trenches now laid with the dead and dying.

[member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Nima Tann"]

 

[Xiarr Sair]

Location: Strip Mines
Objective: Free the people
Allies: [member="Jakkor Kess"] [member="RC-506 Lock"] [member="Viktoria Kess"] any other lightsabers

It had been nearly a year since Xiarr had fought beside Jakkor's master, so it took Xiarr a minute to remember her face. When she greeted Xiarr, he nodded and gave a smile. He then followed her deeper through the mines. The people looked like ghosts, they looked like they hadn't eaten in weeks if that was even possible. Xiarr quickly activated his blade, cutting off the shock collars that the slaves had around their neck. It wasn't a pretty job, as some of the slaves were close to insanity, and refused to stay still. "What would be so valuable on Castameer that they would need a slave labor force of this size?"

 

[Nima Tann]

Location: Citadel
Objective: Find the superweapon
Allies: [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Charlyra Araano"]
Enemies: Rogue Sith

Everything was dark, but surprisingly Nima could still hear what was happening. It was almost a scary experience, the half consciousness but she couldn't even move a finger. Maybe it was because she pushed herself a lot, took a lot of damage and was too tired? No, in a battlefield these weren't that important. Was she in a battlefield? She had to wake up, but she couldn't. She tried, tried and tried but her body just seemed like it lost its function. Until, she felt another presence. The presence from outside was... different, almost disturbing. It was like she was pulled towards somewhere else, but her body stood still. "Wha... what is happening?" She asked, not knowing if they heard it or not. Where was she the last time? Ahh... The memories flooded back as the darkness slowly left its place to consciousness, the voices became clearer and Nima opened her eyes, remembering that she just lost herself in the middle of a battlefield. That meant she needed to train harder, this kind of fault was going to get her killed, and the mission to fail. No, she wouldn't let herself do that.

She sighed in pain, looking at the two and then the newly arrived Firemane troops. Just in time. And the sky... was different. That meant they needed to move, fast. Holding her fresh scar on her face since it was burning like hell but it was cleaned and loosely stitched just enough to stop the bleeding, she turned to Elpsis as she heard her voice. Nodding to her, she talked. "Yeah... we did. Good job you two." Then added, this time with a more serious tone. "But we should be more careful, and plan our moves better next time. We will not always have each other to help after all, right?" Yep, the parent talk. She knew these two wouldn't like such the talk, but she felt the need to say it anyway. "And Elpsis, come see me after all this. I think I know some tricks that would be useful to you." And slowly pushing herself from the ground, she regained her balance just to almost lose it again. Her brain was frying, but it was normal. She just needed a breather. Which, they wouldn't have the chance of course.

"Opening the door by yourself is dangerous. We don't know what awaits us there. I suggest surprising whoever is behind that door. Any ideas?" She asked the two and was ready to proceed even though every inch of her was burning and in pain. Destroying the superweapon was way more important right now though.

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Castameer, the exploding Control Tower
Affiliation: The New Republic and her Allies
Nearby: No-one (awww Dax is lonely)
DM: @Raziel

Lying spread eagle on the ground, Dax groaned, his body aching from the tremendous fall he had just survived. Unfortunately his moment of rest was cut short. The thud of approaching boots could be heard near him. Turning his head to the left, Dax saw a squad of Storm Commandoes approaching. Shooting to his feet, revived by adrenaline and the possibility of death Dax ignited his saber.

The Commandoes could see the golden orange glow of his saber, as well as the ragged Jedi gripping it. The command, "Open fire!", was given, and a torrent of blue bolts of light sped towards the Jedi. Dax dodged and weaved and blocked the incoming rays of death, his blade flashing a bright green as the blade intercepted the bolt's path.

(Waiting on Raziel to tell me whether or not I can kill these Commandoes)

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Location: Citadel
Objective: Explosions
Allies: [member="Nima Tann"], [member="Charlyra Araano"]
Enemies: Rogue Sith


Elpsis sighed theatrically when Nima lectured them. Admittedly the sane, rational part of her realised that the Twi'lek had a point and they'd been lucky not to die, but nonetheless. Anyhow, they were still alive and reinforcements had arrived. The path to the citadel was clear.


"Sure, I'll come to you," she spoke tiredly to Nima. For a change, she was being serious and saved herself the lame innuendo. Charlyra got changed, Elpsis got patched up somewhat. Before them lay the citadel and an imposing door.


"Let's stick together, as Nima said. We can blow up the door with det charges. Corporal, get us some explosives!" she called out to one of the minions. The NPCs might not actually enter the battle, but they could make themselves useful. And so the team's demolition specialist passed a few baradium charges to Elpsis. "I can blow the door if I get some cover, if you wanna try the direct approach," the redhead remarked to Nima. Who knew, maybe their choices would matter, unless a holographic star brat showed up and offered them colour-coded endings.

 

[Ria Misrani]

"One," replied the Acolyte to Master Tann. "Master Elaris's flames and my lightsabre." It should surprise whoever was behind the door enough, "I'll need time and energy but I should be able to locate where exactly this weapon is housed to eliminate needless detours." Or having to go floor by floor. "Can we reach the Mandalorians? How far have they come? They can come in after us and sweep out the remaining troops." It was a suggestion, she looked over her shoulder to Quartermaster Ural. "Ural, do you perhaps have a shield?"

Ural grumbled and grabbed one of the battle shields interestingly enough there were only three and now, Charlyra possessed one of them. "This should do the job," she adjusted her arm to the weight and was silently glad for having done more training with Master Tempest prior to her arrival here. "Or... that," she replied, one of these days the brunette was actually going to listen to Lieutenant Tarriq's monologues about proper NFU gear. The only reason she even knew about these was well - they were shiny and looked good to bash people's faces in with. Charlyra worked her arm with it for a moment or two and then watched as the door blew off. She heard something else off in the distance as well, "speaking of chocolate, I think your Lieutenant Tarriq is down there." Charlyra gave a knowing nod in the direction of the whistling artillery shells that careened opposite of them into the trenches there. "If you survive maybe you'll get a bit more than just one serving, mhmm?" A cheeky grin from the acolyte as she motioned with her free hand, "shall we greet the Sith?"

[member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Nima Tann"]
Citadel, going to the [member="Omega"]

 

[Leos Palle]

Location: Strip Mines
Objective: Flay the Sith
Allies: [member="Dax Fyre"], [member="Kira Vaal"], [member="Zark"]
Enemies: [member="Raziel"]

When Dax mentioned going to the control station she nodded. It was good. He was more suited to that sort of thing, really. She hadn't come to deal with the slaves, but to deal with the Sith. That's the reason the Lancaster persona even existed. They were an abomination of space, creatures which would bring the galaxy down around them, as they were seeing here. The reason she hadn't continued to pursue her Jedi training was because she'd found it fundamentally lacking in the knowledge necessary to actually defeat Sith and Dark Jedi. It left her with a sense of being a sort of hollow shell. On the outside the Jedi philosophy was strong, but it had nothing within it to back it up, so the shell was easy to crack. It was flawed.

In the distance now she could make out the spaceport. Fighters were taking off and landing. The latter were, from what she could tell of debris trails and smoke, coming in for repairs. The former were either repaired or recently manned craft being launched in defense of the Omega. The reason they were all there wasn't to free the slaves, but to stop the spaceport from sending reinforcements into the sky. Priorities were important.

So while the others were busy playing games, or actually working on a solution in [member="Karen Roberts"] case, she had moved to where she could at least get some sort of vision on the enemy framework. It was extensive. She couldn't simply charge in, or she'd be blown to pieces. She decided to have a closer look, and moved into one of the nearby hovels. It wasn't currently occupied, which was good, so she sat down and reached out through the Force. Across the space a shadow went, only to appear within the enemy encampment. Here were troopers, and she could see them just as if she was standing there herself. Troopers, and a particularly ornery looking Sith.

She wasn't that great at Force Shadow yet, so it was undoubtedly possible that this Sith would sense her presence. Part of her hoped he would. She wanted him to come for her, since she was alone. Draw the enemy out and face him. But otherwise, at least she got a good look at what they were up against for a few brief moments before her control waned. Better than nothing.

 

[Samka Derith]

Location: Sith Academy
With: [member="Mael Ren"] [member="Thresh Sken"] [member="Wolf"] [member="Doc"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Kierel"] [member="Vustia"]

Sam listened to the voice in her head, all the while never taking her eyes from the sky in the broken window frame. The garnish unnatural green had taken over the skyline, even the clouds had changed as though infected with Omega's disease. She listened to the end with a frowned brow. It finally made sense. This whole time she thought they were dealing with yet another would-be galactic conqueror. Some Sith who foolishly thought themselves the next Revan, Sidious or Krayt but no, now it added up. The silence of the Academy and how they had been allowed to stroll in against no opposition. They were gnats below the interest of this Sith. Dismissed not out of arrogance but exhaustion.

She turned back around to face the blind man and walked slowly towards him, feeling her boots crushing the broken glass with each step. For the first time since they had arrived on Castameer, Samka Derith truly looked like a child. Her expression was not any of the anger, smugness or sadistic pleasure which she so often wore on her face but wide eyed curiosity, perhaps even on some level sympathy.

You're going to die, aren't you? The blind man must be able to pick up on their thoughts and transfer them to the others, how else could she have heard the Stormtrooper just now? So now Sam was in full confidence she could communicate as well. Omega isn't to crush enemies of the Sith Order, it's to silence life. It doesn't matter if your allegiance lays with the Alliance, Mandalorians or First Order. We're all the same to her. We just make noise. There was a pause before she added, and so do you.

I cannot speak for the Sith but The First Order and the Knights of Ren are here to destroy it. The Supreme Leader is wise, he knows the history of our people. Superweapons are overrated and this time we're going to be on the right side of the explosion. Such a thing cannot be allowed to exist.

 

[Arla Ordo]

Location - Voracion Citadel
Allies: [member="Cole Dagos"]

No one could have been more astonished than Arla to see the Gunship taken out by the single missile. Holy Feth remind me to get more of those. Arla moved out with haste towards the gunship she'd have limited opportunity to move in and take out the crew so that they wouldn't follow them into the Citadel.

She ran with all that her legs would carry her. She couldn't believe it as she got new the ship she could the opening, she wasn't one for killing those unaware, but they had to know. They all had to know they were out there and what their objectives were. She crawled into ship, and began shooting anything that moved, a few droids and then blaster fire. She dropped down so that the shots would go over her head, she laid the rifle down and pilled the pistol. Close quarters, she needed this.

Where was Cole? Was he ok? She needed not to fret over him he was a grown warrior for goodness sake, quite capable. Right...even in his flimsy armor. She noticed that the Sith trooper laying across the way had more grenades, she crawled over. They were more powerful than what she carried. so...she grabbed them all she could carry stood up, pulled the pins, threw them in every direction and headed back out the hole. A shot from inside ricocheted and hit her in the soft spot on her leg.

FETH!!! that burned...was damn that blood, ok..ow ow ow...and she was worried about Cole. She had to run put some distance before all the grenades went off.

She ran, she forgot the rifle, she'd have to get another. She looked back as she began to hear the sounds of explosions. She tried not to smile but it was hard not to.

She stopped and pulled a bandage out wrapping it around her leg, it would have to do for a while.

Where was Cole, she saw him ahead. "COLE!!" She did not now if he would hear her.

 

[Visser Chernykh]

The Sith Academy

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[member="Samka Derith"] [member="Wolf"] [member="Thresh Sken"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Vustia"] [member="Doc"] [member="Kierel"]

He allowed the others to answer, all the while studying the blind man. It wasn't clear what his intentions were but it seemed he wanted an end. Would that be an end to his Master's madness? Or would it be an end to everything.

Samka shrewdly picked up on the unspoken. There was the sense that the Sith's life would end soon. Mael knew it couldn't rest easy on the man and he wondered how his end would come. Would it be accepted as inevitable or would he rage against the dying?

The answer would change how the course of events would play out. Whether he was to be an ally or an enemy hung in the air. Much like the greenish hue there even now. They needed to know the answer.

What will you do, storyteller. Will you break the silence with us?

There was no malice in his thoughts. There was only the question that needed to be asked.