Heart of Darkness (DMed Story)

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Location: Citadel
Objective: Kill things
Allies: [member="Nima Tann"], [member="Charlyra Araano"], Firemane, Mandalorians
Enemies: The non-Protectorate Omega


There was no glory in battle worth the blood it cost. When the smoke cleared, people composed epic ballads about heroism and made holovids celebrating martial glory. All too often, the human cost was forgotten in favour of mythmaking. As an empath, Elpsis could not escape the suffering caused on the battlefield. Everywhere people died, Sith, Mandalorians, mercenaries.


She felt very death that took place. Like red-hot needles seeking to pierce her mind. She tried to blot out the agonising sensation and focus. There was a cry of pain when a trooper went down after a bolter round tore through his abdomen, smoke coiling off his armour. Going on the offensive, she used her bolter like a club against a stormtrooper who'd emerged from the smoke before running him through with the gun's bayonet.


There could be no doubt now, only duty. However, as the bodies piled up, as the air was filled with the smell of burnt, charred flesh and blood intermixed with snow, their intrusion did not go unnoticed. Dark presences gathered, radiating strength in the Dark Side. Three Dark Knights, divergent in power but singular in malevolent intent, fell upon the Knights of the Order of Fire, as darkness was pitted against the holy flame.


As Elpsis moved to engage, she felt the mental onslaught crash into her mind. Being distracted by the empathic backlash, she was slow to respond. Like a parasite, the Sith Knight tried to burrow into her mind, carve through it with her mental talons and drag her down into a pit of despair. What was the thing Elpsis was the most afraid of? The spectre of her evil, malevolent father.


In her mind, Xerexes manifested. "You stupid, foolish girl. Whoring yourself out like a common harlot, just like your mother. You rejected your father, so I shall break you. You're the same pathetic girl that sold herself for credit on the streets. You're weak." White hot pain flooded her nerves when the Witch tried to drag her back to those horrible days of torture. Her breathing intensified, her heartbeat was elevated as she tried to focus, then something clicked in her mind and she pushed back.


"You're wrong, daddy," a tiny wisp of flame flared from her eye. "There's something I can do. I can make you burn." She was incandescent with fury, an inferno that walked, her eyes were ablaze. "I can burn everything." Blazing, blinding heat surged from her hand as she unleashed a thermic-lance like bolt towards the Sith Witch. Heat and light and fire burst forth, an incandescent whiteness of energy.


Drawing upon her power, the Witch tried to shield herself from the osnlaught. The thermic lance missed her face and vaporised her hand. With a cry of pain, the witch fell to the ground. Elpsis fired her bolter, but the Sith Knight was smart enough to throw up a shield of the Force. One bullet got past and sprayed molten copper over her face when it exploded, causing burning pain. Sith Lightning shrieked from the woman's remaining hand, amplified by her hatred.


Dropping the gun, Elpsis charged her. Forking arcs of pure, dazzling hatred clawed towards the redhead, but incandescent fury drove her forward. Pain surged through Elpsis as the blistering energy burnt her. She was too angry to bother much with deflection, and so she advanced onward. Reaching the source of the onslaught of electrical heat, Elpsis clove her orange blade through the Sith's skull and ended her, breathing heavily.

 

[Ria Misrani]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QUcE0ps8ZE[/media]​

... And so it was, three Sith appeared for three members of the Fire Order. There wasn't a question, there wasn't even a singular look - Charlyra's lightsabres were ready. The three dispersed to different ends of the battlefield, Master [member="Nima Tann"] had her Sith to deal with and so did [member="Elpsis Elaris"] which left Charlyra with the pretty boy of the group. They looked down at each other, walking in a circle - wolves ready to do battle for their packs. Acolyte Tarnow's sabre staff was now in his hands he readied it and Charlyra knew - knew this was her test, how she dispatched him would be the culmination of her teachings. More so than simply cutting the Sith Troopers down. I am not afraid. She recalled now the early words of her master, the grandmaster [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] - the force was a tool. And so was this acolyte, he spun for her first - taking off into an offensive assault.

Charlyra brought her lightsabres up and blocked it, but his power - his strength pushed her backwards. Planting her feet into the snow she grunted and groaned her combat arms whirred, complaining. He was stronger than her, he was faster than her - she felt her knees buckling. No, this was not how her story ended. Her magenta-hued eyes turned into a bright blood orange red as she pushed him off of her with her force roar. He grinned, she was part of the dark side - what a strange creature, no matter. He would dispatch of her anyway.

You are not alone. She reiterated to herself, you are a soldier of balance - you are the Fire Order. He came at her again and this time, she stretched out with the force. Force stun, which slowed him down and allowed her to sidestep, he changed his projection just as soon as he broke free of her stun. Channeling battle strike, she blocked his attack again, only this time, he got a cut against her arm she channeled that pain into fury. Kicking him underneath their dueling blades she watched his smile, his arrogance and changed her stance. Shii-Cho'Kai Charlyra would balance it, she would be the balance.

Once more they circled themselves, she hesitated on making the first move and he launched. She blocked one side and took the other, it scored across her leg. Charlyra gritted her teeth, sucking in a breath - channeling the pain into fury her aura grew. He was in control of this fight and she was reminded of the fight so long ago - she looked to her arms. The lighter colored red robe was bloodied and now began to bear the burn marks from this duel. He came at her again, this time, she blocked full force and swung her leg around sweeping his feet out from underneath him faster than he could adjust to the low kick.

He tried to get up, and she force roared him down. And then launched into force leap he tossed her off with force push, Charlyra flew into something. She's still not sure exactly what, but she was pretty sure she heard something crack in the upper back. Control - control the emotion and do not let it control you, channel it and use it. Charlyra watched Tarnow charge her and she took the opportunity force throwing her lightsabres, both of them at him. He wasn't expecting it and suddenly from offense to defense he had to switch while she force sped toward him. Barreling into him as she pulled her lightsabres into her hands and thrust them behind her. He blocked one side but she could smell the burning flesh from the second blade.

In a rage he force pushed her away.

Charlyra worked it into a force leap and planted her feet against what had been left of some form of artillery and came back toward him. Shii-Cho was random, Jar'Kai meant that you used two blades and the speed of your blades was meant to overwhelm your opponents. Shifting her projection midway through, and then once more just as she came to land her next hit - made it hard for him to figure out her movements. Tarnow was suddenly on the defensive end of this fight his staff went up as this woman and her blades were now pressed against it. She was weaker, physically - but it seemed she was stacking a passive ability. Which, he couldn't quite pick out - not until he saw her eyes.

He went to push her away again, she slid across the snow, feet first. Using force disarm she tossed his lightsabre to the ground forcing him to either grab it or go for hers. Tarnow took the risk running, sliding to grab his staff she threw her lightsaber, one of them. He managed to get one end of his blade up to move it away but she was already there with her second blade, had he not activated the other half of the staff. Tarnow would've died right then and there. Enough of these games, he rushed to her with force speed but she stopped him midway into his charge with force stun - again.

Tarnow tried to move, but she stunned him, again. Breaking out of the stun he bull rushed for her and she force leaped over him and sent her lightsabres toward him. He realized his error and turned blocking one of the lightsabres - he didn't see the second as it crossed into his shoulder severing it from his body. Tarnow swore he heard a growl from her as she recalled her lightsabres - reaching out he force pushed her which only served to strengthen her. She converted her stacked furies and turned it into a boost for her force roar - this roar tore through in a thirty-foot cone. Decimating with a sonic fury that Tarnow was forced to kneel to her and before could react, she ended his life with both lightsabres plunging into his collar bone in an x formation. From there Charlyra severed his head from his body as her lightsabres curved upward.

 

[Kruel Zing]

Location: Within Sith Academy
Allies: None
Objective: Go further down the rabbit hole.

I was never going to get used to the fact that there was no sound in this temple. Sound was one of the strongest senses for a Firrerreo as it would usually alert me to danger long before it reached me. One good thing was that I hadn’t been forcefully taken by those other Darksiders. I had thought they would make me join them in their foolish attempts to rush towards death. While the direct path could lead you to what you wanted, the more obscure ones could lead you to what you needed. At least that was my thought process till a step in where my nose was assaulted by the scent that at first I thought of simple rusted metal. Another sniff changed that theory as I realized it had been blood.

Just my luck I thought as ahead I sensed a presence further ahead and around the curve of the wall. Honestly my first thought was to turn around and take my chances with joining the other darksiders. Far too late for that, if I did join them they’d be looking for any reason to kill me. Pulling the lightsaber out I activated it somewhat glad the silence spell was still up. Gave me slight advantage in that case. The halls were cast with a dim red glow, and my fingers were drug across the wall. The rough texture of the stone beneath them was far from comfortable but I needed to be sure there was no sort of secret mechanism that would unlock the door that waited at the end of the tunnel.

Whoever decorated this needs to be hung, could’ve at least added some lights. Would phriking torches be too much to ask for. Pressing against the door once it did not budge instead rattling. I could be the bad muther karker and blow the door open, or I could continue with the silent approach. As if I had a choice. Slowly pressing the lightsaber through the portion of the door where the lock held it in place I lightly pushed it open peaking inside.

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Castameer, En Route to the Strip Mines
Affiliation: The New Republic and her allies
Nearby: [member="Zark"], [member="Raeya Papanoida"], [member="Choli Vyn"], [member="Tiland Kortun"], @ Taeli Raaf, [member="Aerion Ivelisse"], @Anyone-I-Missed

"...my men and I are headed for that Air Base" said another man. The motley gang of allies was quickly falling apart. But the ones who had parted weren't wrong. Something had to be done, sooner rather than later. Following the soldiers and Jedi ([member="Zark"]) Dax caught up to them, "Look, there'll be guards in there. And a lot of them. I'll head to the mines and try to get a riot started, buy you guys some time."

Dax hoped two things would happen. Firstly, that which he had just stated. But all the same he hoped the slaves would survive, and earn their freedom. "Once I take out the shock collar controls, I can run into the Strip Mines and get people going. Then I'll join you guys in the Air Base. Sound like a plan?"

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

LOCATION: Sith Academy - Passageway
ALLIES: [member="Jude Falkrowe"]
ENEMIES: That gross thing at the table.

There was much to be learned about the man beside her simply from the all the things he wasn’t saying. Only a first name offered, and maybe not even a real one at that. Calm demeanor, a sense of humor in the face of exceptionally strange circumstances. It all pointed a life that perhaps often threw him in to the fray or required him to ride a dangerous line. That was conjecture, but something else was not - and it was also the most fascinating thing about him. His control of his mind and his communication with her felt easy, void of the split in concentration most required to communicate telepathically and think their own thoughts at the same time. It spoke to a considerable level of mental skill she hadn’t seen in years.

She, of course, had no option to communicate in any way but telepathy. She had no mouth - it had been destroyed when she invaded Dromund Kaas by herself. The agony of a lightsaber knocking teeth and tongue from existence seemed a fair trade for the power she’d learned to exert. But his fluency was refreshing.

“Hmm,” she hummed absently before replying, pressing for one last flare of life or danger before veering to the left. “I find it depends. Right now it doesn’t make me feel any better about the situation.”

And that feeling was right. Despite the usually flawless application of sensing for minds and life she had not been given a clue of the yawning entrance to what could only be described as a dungeon of sorts and the creatures milling about within. The large creature with its back to the pair made a dozen questions pop in to her mind at once: was the world as silent for it as it was for them? Could she and Jay wrest control of all the minds in the room at once to bend them to their will? If either of them moved out from the tunnel and cover, would the creatures in the cells give away their sneaking approach to the hulking figure at the table before they had their chance to sneak by or attack with stealth? The first part seemed most prudent to her, especially considering she didn’t know how many creatures were beyond the cavern they could see. Making a lot of noise here could mean drawing even more company which at this point she was unwilling to risk.

Then she thought of something much simpler.

“There’s no guarantee whatever is shuffling around in those cells is close enough to human to control. But that thing probably is,” she said, nodding her head towards the massive humanoid at the table. “If we can bend it to our will it can probably keep the others under control. But I don’t want to risk letting it fight back before I can subdue it - we’ll need both of us.”

That Jay was here meant he was against at least the rogue Sith. Whether the idea of controlling something was too dark a use of the Force for him entirely remained to be seen, the choice hanging in front of him.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

LOCATION: Strip mines
CURRENT OBJECTIVE: Sabotage!
ALLIES: [member="Effie Duanna"] | [member="Karen Roberts"] | [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Kira Vaal"]

Now Master Roberts was on to something, the child of a former slave Bryce was all about a little slave rebellion. The good doctor was not only about to help Karen with her plans for the uprising, she was also a very detail oriented person and was able to explain the factories more sensitive area's, ones ripe for a little sabotage. By the time the plan was fully finalized Bryce had already procured an enforcer uniform from one of the many guards he had passed and was deep in the heart of the Rogue Sith mines. Now dressed to the nines in the latest persecution war ware he was proceeding down the long and winding tunnels and metal bridges to a critical power junction.

"Hey what are you doing there?" one of the facilities guards asked as Bryce began to tinker with an important looking power junction.

"Just some repairs, nothing to see here, move along," Bryce replied in his most convincing Jedi voice.

"No that is critical stuff you're messing with, that is your number, I'm calling this in."

Great a guard who isn't a weak minded fool. Bryce thought as he scrambled for a new idea.

"Oh sure my number is TKO-FU..." Bryce didn't need time to finish his sentence. As the guard had begun to key in Bryce's supposed number Bryce had let his hand slip down to his great saber and shocked the poodoo out of the guy with a direct hit to the head.

"Well kark the subtle stuff now..." A lit saber wasn't going to go unnoticed for long so instead of wiring an overload Bryce was moving on to plan B.

Slamming "Dream Weaver" into the main junction box and watched as the blade expelled its' unique electrical energy into the system. Soon warning bells began to sound with the mines as anything close to Bryce's position began to short out or explode from the sudden surge of unregulated power. Pretty soon a feedback loop began to from and with his work complete Bryce, deactivated his saber, grabbed and began dragging the strong minded guard to safety as not only the junction but the whole power station around it began to overload.

Well Kira and Karen, need a distraction. Think this should work, now I just need to get my shebs back to them in one piece.

DM NOTES: Just made a lot of stuff go boom in and around the mines. [member="Raziel"]

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Approaching Shantytown
[member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] @Aerion Avelisse [member="Zark"] [member="Raeya Papanoida"] @Raziel
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Tiland gave the young apprentice a wry smile in regards to the comment about his wisdom and his age. He was far older than his amount of wisdom should have allowed. It had just taken him a long time to find it. But he was off, and frowned at the response from his former student. It was true then, what he had felt. She had gone beyond his teaching and taken on the Dark. His shoulders slumped, and pain pierced his heart, but he let the Force ease that pain. He gave her a short reply.

You are so very far from harmony, Raeya.

That issue, however, was something to be addressed at a different time. Now fate was a spun coin on the edge of the world and he had to go push it in the right direction. Others disguised themselves as best they could with mud. But Tiland kept going, going around the mass of slave shelters and towards the strip mines. Great gaping holes in the ground that went down for hundreds of meters and nearly as far as his eyes could see. It was a massive undertaking and heart-breaking, to see so much ground destroyed and living things ripped from their proper place. It was a dark scar on the nature of the planet and a tear in the Force. This entire planet was a tear in the Force.

But he strode on as the others followed when ready. Crowds of slaves shuffled towards the mines and Tiland slipped into their number, hunching himself over and leaning on the staff. He blended with the crowd and made his way through them all towards where materials were being assembled. That seemed the best option. From there he could get to where they were being sent, and from there to the station above. It was a long delicate process, but the Force was with him. It would guide him.

Something nudged him, and he stepped aside as a crew of slaves came by, moving a heavy load of ore. Tiland slipped into the back, helping them move it. Crowds parted around them and he noted multiple guards as he helped make his way. He hunched his shoulders, hiding the lack of collar.

So far, all was going well.

 

[Arla Ordo]

Location: Voracion Citadel
Allies: [member="Cole Dagos"] | [member="Ra Vizsla"] | [member="Damien Daemon"] | [member="Dean Letham"] | [member="Rhan Komo"] |[member="Funky Balor"] | [member="Ronan Vizsla"] | Mandalorians | Black Sun | anyone I missed
Enemy: Sith Infantry
DM [member="Kith Verloren"]

It began the air filled with the sounds of the dying, the screams of the frightened, and the silence of those moving towards the citadel. There was no such thing as stealth this day it was open and the armored Sith Infantry was setting about it's task of hitting them hard. They would do their worst to stop them but those that came her to remove the Sith they would not give up just because of the infantry. No, this would only fuel their desires this challenge would make it worth the fight.

The Artillery began, Arla ran forward her pistol in one hand taking, the shots seemed to bounce off the armor. She'd need something stronger, fortunately she brought with her some of her favorite things, grenades. She pulled the pin rearing back already counting in her head, she threw the first one a stun grenade it would hopefully stop a few of them long enough for the Vod to take the kill shot at an opening in the armor.

The dead were all around her as she ducked down behind a shuttle, or what had been a shuttle. Now it was just a big piece of swiss alderaan cheese. It would provide some cover but only temporary. Arla looked inside, dead warriors. She did a belly crawl over to see if they were alive, when she found they were dead she stripped them of their weapons, and anything else of use. Now she had a blaster rifle at least someone had come armed to hunt something big. She checked the weapon, and then lined up a shot to start taking out the infantry.

Another round landed from the artillery, she felt her heart jump. She thought she had seen Cole was he alright? Was what he wore enough to protect him? She'd have to scold him later about this. If there was a later.

Her own heart was pumping now, as the scanners of her helmet began to locate targets. Just a few she needed to get only a few, and then move forward. A breath, and squeeze. A breath and squeeze again. Arla rolled out and headed across clenching her teeth and finding her next hiding spot to take out a few more sith.

 

[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 was starting to get dirty. All this jumping up and down was had him covered in what felt like another five pounds of dirt and debris. None of which mattered. What mattered was the trench in front of him. He was close enough to it he wanted to reach out and grab it. Unfortunately the artillery fire was deafening and more than a little distracting. Hey war was hell........nobody said it was supposed to be pleasant or a walk in the part for that matter.

At the next chance Cole leaped to his feet firing off a three round group with a slight paused and then another before dropping to the ground just in front of the trench.
Cole tucked and rolled dropping into it on one knee. He took a deep breath his blade still in a reverse grip in his other hand. The good thing about blaster pistols is they could still be used in close quarters.

Cole leveled his blaster at the Sith Trooper in front of him and with his other hand his twisted his wrist and slashed out and in an upward angle towards the Trooper on the other side of him. Cole would then quickly holster his pistol flipping the grip on his blade into a normal grip kicking the next Trooper to charge him.

Trench warfare...............an all out brawl with anything and everything that can be a weapon.

 

[Rhan Komo]

Location: Voracion Citadel
Allies: Mandalorians [member="Dean Letham"]
Enemies: Soon to be dead Sith

"Speeder ready in three, two, . . ." Rhan started.

Rhan raised his right forearm, swiping at the controls to remotely ignite his speeder. The cable turned taut as his speeder rocketed straight ahead, pulling tightly. His speeder continued to roar, and the MARV itself began to tilt and lift, it was slow at first. Rhan also added his strength to get the MARV back upright, he knew that the MARV just needed a good 'push' and the speeder would no doubt do the rest. The MARV's frame lifted up higher as it sunk a bit into the ground with all the weight focused on its side for a moment. Rhan jumped back as he raised his right forearm once and tapped once to get his speeder's energy to give the engine a small extra boost. He looked up and sighed as the MARV slowly stood straight up for a brief moment before his speeder yanked hard once more and it felt with a large 'thud' and the frame of the vehicle bounced a few times of the suspension.

Rhan closed the controls on his forearm, his speeder powered down and hummed softly awaiting further instruction as it floated a few inches from the surface. He turned to Dean with a quick thumbs up as he climbed aboard the Gunner's seat. His hands ran through the grip as he lowered his head to check out the gun sights and patted his HUD eye to re-calibrate itself to match with the machine-gun's sights. "Kommandant, I am locked and loaded," Rhan said, as he readied his weapon on the stand. He was ready to face the hells that were waiting for them, and he was going to make sure to see the end of this Sith threat personally. "Ja, let's make these blasted Sith understand their mortality," Rhan added with narrowed eyes and stern lips beneath his mask.

 

[Zef Halo]

Location: Sith Academy passage
Allies: The First Order; [member="Matsu Xiangu"]

The duo's journey through the unlit stone corridor certainly had an an uneasy feeling to it. The lack of sound was most likely the biggest factor. No echoing steps in the darkness, no leaks of melting snow, no humming of Matsu's lightsaber. Nothing. Not only that but Jude's attention was divided between inspecting the woman and looking out for threats in a place where one of the human senses was disabled.

Matsu seemed to give it a bit of thinking before answering his question and heading abruptly towards the left with the agent spinning his heel to follow her. He realized that his concentration was off by the fact that he had not one weapon out of its place. Without hesitating, the blonde pulled out from his shoulder holster that was beneath his white jacket a verpine shatter pistol. This happened simultaneously with the appearance of dim light ahead of them.

Jude still kept his mind closed, only open to communicating with his unexpected ally in this situation. Reminding himself of that, he took a longer lasting glimpse at the woman. Only now he had been able to see that communicating with her was only possible via telepathy. The lower part of her face had undergone heavy mutilation. The agent turned his head back at what was ahead of them, clearing his mind of any questions and inquiries about that. One thing was for sure, that scar had not broken her. Despite the caution he saw in her body language, it was interwoven with a presence of strength. Both his Lorrdian heritage and the Force told him so.

When she halted at the sight that was revealed to both of them, Jude noticed that she was thinking, contemplating, plotting. He, himself, was doing the same. Monitoring what was below them and trying to create a bigger picture of all of this, Jude considered what could be down there. Chances were that Matsu would know better or have a better idea if they were closer. Temptation grew within to tap into the Force. The blonde subdued it. He abruptly turned off his flashlight halting right next to Matsu. Their location was still further away from the eyes of whatever moved in those cells. Yet, a question remained - would the massive humanoid hear or was he deaf as they were ? Jude preferred to bet on the first one, just to be on the safe side.

Then Matsu threw oil into the fire of his temptation to jump straight into the ethereal.

"If that makes you feel better about the situation." The agent chuckled mentally and with mixed feelings of reluctance and desire, he opened his mind more. The threads that pinpointed minds and the feeling of their presence engulfed his senses, flooded them. It was a cacophony but he navigated easily to grasp at Matsu's mind. Like galloping horses, he attempted to stomp into her mind, not with hostility but certainly without the control he earlier demonstrated. That was the result when he prepared to dominate minds.The fortress of the woman was there in the fog of her thoughts and he called out.

"Well, what are you waiting for ?" In the physical world he nodded, a slight smirk on his face. In the immaterial world, Jude's mind focused upon the thread of the large humanoid ahead of them. Like a thrown javelin his presence was hurled at the being and its senses became Jude's own. He knew well that Xiangu would follow.

Collaboration, in some cases, was better than competition.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Location: Moving Towards The Voracion Citadel.​

Allies: [member="Thraxis"], [member="Flannigan Mcnash"], [member="Ghorua the Shark"]​

Enemies: Anyone in front of the speeder.​

Equipment: Check Bio.​

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It was all a big rush for the Duro's. One minute he was on Kessel, surrounded by all the spice he could ever need, next mintues he's on a god damned ship flying to god knows where. Cadan had thrown on his armour and his trust trench coat. He had all the weapon's he needed and a few needle filled with spice.

As the ship began to land, Cadan made his way to his boss Flannigan Mcnash. Cadan was flipping and spinning a needle of spice in his hand, his red eyes staring deeply into it. His lust evident in them. Then from the robotic voice of Flannigan came an order which made Cadan's heart sink. Slowly he place the syringe into a pocket of his coat where it would be safe to use when Flannigan wasn't looking.

"Been a while since I drove sober boss, ain't too sure I'll be any good at it." He joked as he mounted the speeder, its engine coming to life after a few attempts. Black pumes of smoke rose from the exhaust as the engine panted. "She'll do." Cadan rubbed the speeder and gave it a few good slaps before slamming on the accelerator. He moved in a flash, only to be seen as a blur, he rose his DL-18 blaster pistol into the air and let off a few shots. "Best 'ide your wives!" Cadan scream at the top of his lungs.

 

[Wolf]

Location: Sith Academy
Allies: The First Order, Knights of Ren, [member="Mael Ren"] | [member="Thresh Sken"] | [member="Jude Falkrowe"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Kierel"]
Nearby, potential allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Nomar"] | [member="Vustia"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]

"I am not concerned with the playtime of children."

Wolf smiled at her words, continuing to climb the staircase beside her. Indeed the spectacle that had occurred earlier below was not the greatest display of the group's stature. It was the newcomer who had provoked the dispute in the first place, though Wolf had the impression that the woman he walked beside did not care in the slightest. Though who was she to consider them children? Did her words suggest she held more power than what she was letting on? Or was it simply the typical arrogance of an acolyte? Wolf sensed the newcomer from earlier end his saber lock, and depart through the left door. Wherever he was going, they were not going to follow him. Not that Wolf could claim to have any special knowledge of the correct path, perhaps the pestersome intruder would find more success than they.

Wolf watched as a man emerged from the curtains. The Knight of Ren halted as he came, his muscles primed to quickly draw his lightsaber. Instead, however, the man simply beckoned them to follow. The whites of his eyes suggested he was blind, too. Wolf would have had pity for the man in a place such as this, if it were not for the vision the Force could provide to those with the ability. Without his physical sight, Wolf pondered if he was in actual fact better at truly seeing than many of them, relying entirely on the Force to guide his way. That was, if he did rely on the Force, which would seem to be a given for someone in a Sith Academy.

Wolf watched as the black-clad woman's pace did not change with the arrival of the man. She [ [member="Darth Ophidia"] ] appeared quite comfortable as she continued to climb the staircase and follow the man through the curtains. His thoughts continued to nag at him concerning her. Does she have the power to back up her comfort, or is she another arrogant acolyte? The latter was in high abundance among Dark Side users, so Wolf did not get his hopes up. Nevertheless he had to remain vigilant, as one always must among fellow practitioners of the Dark Side. His pace slowed for a moment as he looked to his fellow Knights of Ren, looking to see if they were voicing any objections to following the blind man. He registered the arrival of a new addition to their group [ [member="Vustia"] ], more people to keep an eye on and be wary of. He then turned back and continued to walk alongside Ophidia, following the blind man through the curtains. His mind reached out to the whole group of them now, brushing against each of their minds to muse,

The blind leading the blind.

The words were not simply some clever empty phrase. They carried with them a stark warning of the ignorance they had in following the man, not knowing where he was taking them or what traps may lie ahead.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Speed Demons​

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Location: Battlefield of the Voracion Citadel​

Allies Nearby: [member="Cadan Tazi"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Ghorua the Shark"]
Mandos Nearby: [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Cole Dagos"] [member="Damien Daemon"] [member="Rhan Komo"]
Enemies Nearby: Sith Troopers
Equipment: In Bio

"Screw the Sith, go home Jedi, and the Mandalorians, certainly don't have sh-it on us!"​

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The bike tore down the slope, tossing motes of dust and detritus into the air about him. The speeders lanced down the hill in arrow head formation, [member="Thraxis"], [member="Cadan Tazi"], the three riders of the apocalypse and [member="Ghorua the Shark"], the one jogger of the apocalypse entered the fray. His hand going to hiss belt, his pointed digits wrapping around the vibro-blade, he waved it the blade and it went snicker-snack! As he tested it in the air, it faltered there levelling it in the direction of on the oncoming encampment. "Fall in behind me! Lets give Ghorua, that distraction"

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Have you ever heard what it sounds like when 78 stone hits a bag of meat, 'THOOP' what ever it sounded like it sounded like that when an unlucky trooper poked his head out from the trenches, feeling the full force of a speeder and leaving a bright red smear worthy of any big-rig road kill. "Don't loose your head over this guys. We've got work to do."

The peels of the cannons, the thunderclap of explosions as the world rocked back and forth, shrapnel eating the front of the bike and the occasional scorch mark from a rogue blaster. "Dust those E-webs!" the cannons on the bikes lit up and began to flash red, following the straight lines of super heated light and towards the Citadel's defences.

"And-" his large frame leaning out from the bike, his hand going to a neighbouring trooper as he past strafing a small encampment and picking up a hapless soldier. "-gotcha!" the soldier punched him, and again in fact that slight 'THUD' 'THUD' as his fist crashed into his metal of his face plate. "Let me go!" he gunned the speed on the bike and when it was certain he was going at dazzling speed, he past [member="Thraxis"], tossing him with mechanical force and towards the heavy head of [member="Thraxis"]'s speeder. 'SPLAT' "Nasty."

They started circling the encampments and making themselves a general fast moving nuisance. ​

 

[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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Seven years ago​

“Why is this one still here?”

“It refused to stop.”

“That isn’t normal. All the rest of them have turned in for disposal.”

“Indeed, but we’ve found a new purpose for it.”

"Why?"

“All the rest of the heavy duty mining droids have been disassembled or sold off. The Sith want efficiency and slaves are cheaper to maintain. Lower through-life costs.”

“So what makes this one special?” As he spoke the question the colossal mining droid threw itself into the nearest wall, tearing it apart with its bare limbs. A chunk of rock collided with a nearby slave, crushing it against the far side of the cavern.

“It despises the slaves. We don’t know what went wrong with this one, but it blames the slaves for taking the jobs of all the droids. It’s obsessed with efficiency. We caught it beating a slave half to death just for slacking. They’re terrified of it.”

“And why, exactly, is that good?”

“Production went up twenty percent.”

“Really? So what is the droid being kept for?”

“It’s going to be our new Foreman.”

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[SIZE=14pt]CONTROL STATION 1, STRIP MINES, CASTAMEER[/SIZE]​

“WHAT NOW?” the Foreman paced across the control room, clearly agitated by all the reports.

“Several of them appear to be heading for a control tower. In Section B12 one of them has interfered with the power grid.”

The Foreman’s eyes glowed a deeper red as it considered this. If they reached a control tower they could cause havoc. And tampering with the power grid ensured that productivity would be affected. The Foreman would not tolerate either of these.

“EVERY SECOND THEY DISRUPT MY OPERATIONS THE SITH ENTRENCH THEMSELVES IN THEIR MOUNTAIN FORTRESS AIRBASE. IT MAKES NO SENSE. INFORM THE SITH THAT WE REQUIRE REINFORCEMENTS AT THE CONTROL TOWERS AND SEND A GUNSHIP TO FIND THOSE TAMPERING WITH OUR EQUIPMENT. INFORM THE OTHER CONTROL TOWERS TO TRANSFER CONTROL TO THIS STATION IF THEY ARE OVERRUN.”

The slaves were just slaves. Useless, docile creatures. As the Stormtroopers reinforced the control towers with repeater nests and ray-shield traps the Foreman decided it was time for a warning.

“OPEN UP A BROADCAST ACROSS THE MINES.”

Across the strip mines, speakers would emit a high pitched whine.

“THIS IS THE FOREMAN. REDOUBLE YOUR EFFORTS. ANY FOUND COLLUDING WITH OUTSIDERS WITH BE DISMISSED.”

To accentuate the point every slave collar across the region would give out a warning shock. Enough to drive a humanoid to their knees. Or any of the Jedi who happened to be holding one to remove or investigate it.

 

[Druchi]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIzTkqc5QtY

Location: The Sith Academy Entrance
Allies: [member="Atheus"] Vustia [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Wolf"] [member="Tyger Tyger"] [member="Mael Ren"]
Not sure: [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Nomar"]

How, how had she missed? It was a clear shot he had, had his back to her it just wasn’t. It didn’t make any sense. Her momentary confusion was again replaced by the soothing calmness. It came over her in waves as she lowered her rifle. As the figure hurled off she knew with but a glance that she wasn’t to fire or hurt him. The feeling of calm and the dulled sense of danger was filling her up. She didn’t know how she could be so calm in this place. Every piece architecture screaming that it been designed to put someone off entering. This was not a place for the likes of her.

Out from the snow began to emerge a female figure. Another cloak, another dark figure who strode in like the others. As if they owned it. As if this place had invited them, called to them to be a part of whatever was to occur. They were more than confident they were arrogant. Everything about the way they sauntered inwards was this elaborate act. Kierel wondered if they were really scared as her but put on these big shows to hide it? Perhaps the facade of confidence belied the fear that was just as real as hers?

Above some curtains gave way. A blind decrepit but yet lithe man stood. Her blaster was still low she was calm in this storm. He seemed to pose no immediate threat and the others of her party made way to follow him. Something about it still made her hairs stand on end. He was an enemy of the First Order. He was involved with the Omega in some way. Or the Sith Knights who controlled it that was for sure. She had no idea how he could navigate without his sight. Perhaps years and years of wandering these halls? She only knew that she was to follow him. And she did so with compulsion.

Kierel Ortis took a final look at the Omega through the open doors. The snow billowing in now. It held in the sky its shape difficult to wrap her head around the sheer vast scale. All around it brief little stars of light appeared. Then smothered out into the blackness around it. Kierel had always known in the grand scheme of the Galaxy she was at best a pawn. To be moved on a board. Someone who was ultimately unimportant and would not be remembered by the Galaxy. No matter what happened to her the Galaxy would keep on turning. Yet here she felt as if she were a child, before she had been taken. A memory surfaced it was of a seesaw and she had sat in the middle with her brothers maybe? She had tipped it one way or the other. That feeling of being on the fulcrum was here though without the joy and laughter. It was one thing to accept one's inconsequence to a mad and uncaring Galaxy. That was indifferent to your existence no matter how hard you beat your fists on a wall and shouted. It was quite another to know that you could be at the point in which Galactic history could swing one way or the other. That perhaps billions of people who would never know your name could be saved by a shot or a word spoken.

But it could also be that she would end up in an unmarked grave thousands of light years from home. Just another dead stormtrooper in another pointless war.
Pushing these thoughts to the edges of her brain where they meekly itched along with the fear. She pressed on with her companions. She had a job to do and so far the scanner was giving off odd readings and signals. Not that she could decipher them but she knew that odd spikings and the thing that is meant to only go up and down going in circles was a bad sign. She tapped the data pad and it returned to semi normality.

The blind leading the blind.

It’d be almost funny if the end of the world wasn’t happening just outside the walls. It was as much a warning as a fact.

 

[Thraxis]

Location: Charging towards some big old building.​

Allies Nearby: [member="Cadan Tazi"], [member="Flannigan Mcnash"], [member="Ghorua the Shark"]​

Enemies Nearby: Like hell if I know, just following orders​

Equipment: In Character Sheet​

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Thraxis looked to his left then to his right as the group slowly mustered themselves, taking note of Ghorua, it would seem Flannigan hadn't prepared a suitable bike for the Herglic, the roar of the engine as the group began to fall in, all he knew was to cause a distraction, he had no idea what his job was, just to do what Flannigan said.Soon enough they rode up then down a hill, the sound of the engines roar as the sand and dirt tore behind him, a maniacal laugh sweep over him he listened to the wise words of the Diabolical Droid Commander, then verbatim spoke his words, his voice booming as loud as it could though above the speeder, it was little more then the panting of a dog.

The sight of the speeders rushing forward, the bikes flew above the trenches, the sound of viscera being torn beneath imaginary treads, which in truth, was nothing more then the bumpers severing the skull beneath its head, Thraxis released a hand, letting his control become loose and uncontrolled as he dug into his duffel bag, pulling out a large bottle of Alcohol, he tried to straighten it out, though to no avail, the liquid leaked everywhere, a discomforted smile rushing over his face as he took aim, looking to one of the men pop out of the tents, his arm raised high as he swung his arm, the sound of glass shattering and the screams of a man with alcohol seeping into his every cut was a rare yet blissful sound to engage in.

As he headed forward he saw Flannigan start to speed up, in a slow attempt he tried to keep up watching as the man struggled, his eyes focusing as he saw the gears move, almost hearing the mvovement as the fingers released their grip, and colliding towards him, came some cannon fodder, he raised the front of the bike high, the body colliding with the middle as the whole bike shacked and turned, the feeling of viscera and blood splashing against his legs as he almost crashed, heading straight for some tent, crashing through and regaining control just before crashing into some half made wall.

 

[Samka Derith]

Location: Sith Academy - staircase
Allies: [member="Wolf"] [member="Mael Ren"] [member="Thresh Sken"] [member="Kierel"]
Others close by: [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Vustia"]

Sam had been climbing the staircase when another Sith [ [member="Vustia"] ] had entered through the main doors. She cast a glance back at them, the newcomer had ran in and was looking rather sheepish for some reason. She remained on guard but unlike before, the young girl saw no reason to draw her weapon. The previous Sith had attempted to deceive them, this woman seemed unaware there would be anyone else around. Sam shot the Sith a warning glance, the slightest sign of deception and she would not hesitate to strike them down, then ascended up the staircase with the others.

She decided to stick close to the Stormtrooper. It was difficult to tell with the helmet but the trooper appeared to gaze thoughtfully at the outdoors before the view would be stripped from sight, perhaps fearful of a death in a terrifying academy of the dark arts, so beyond the comprehension of those untrained in its ways. Sam shot them another reassuring smile and walked besides her, letting more waves of calming energy wash over them as she did so. The trooper had been trained for combat, of course, so she made certain not to overdo it. Too much and she may leave their soldier a mindless husk stuck in a sense of tranquillity, helpless to respond to danger.

Up the top of the stairs, she could see [member="Wolf"] seemed to have made a new friend in yet another Sith [ [member="Darth Ophidia"] ] and Sam let out a silent sigh. More of them to keep an eye on. Now there was one at the front of their group, one at the back and another she'd already clashed blades with roaming elsewhere. Perfect, she thought sarcastically to herself.

But it was another individual who truly caught her suspicion. The man who appeared from behind the curtain, gesturing for the group to follow, he was different from all three Sith they had already encountered within these walls. His eyes were a milky white betraying his weakness, he was blind, and yet he moved with confidence in spite of his disabilities. So assured of their compliance. He was undoubtedly with the Rogue Sith. The violent side of her personality had begun to wake up, longing to show this man the folly of his arrogance. To leave him a disemboweled heap on the floor of his own academy. Sam shook her head, forcing those thoughts to leave her mind. Not now, not here. This was a mission which required a thoughtful approach, not the brainless brutality her darker side craved. She had to lock the voice away but it seemed as though something in the Academy's walls was speaking through it, making her sadistic side stronger.

She looked up, regaining her composer and locking that side of her away as best she could. The blind man had disappeared back beneath the curtain and both Wolf and the Sith at the front of their party had begun to follow, the stormtrooper at her side too kept walking in that direction almost as if they were entranced.

"The blind leading the blind."

Wolf's whispering voice entered her thoughts and she nodded in response, letting a short, harmless burst of Force power wash over Wolf to show she was ready for whatever was to come. At times like this she wished she had worked at communicating telepathically, despite being proficient at playing mind games, the ability to communicate with only thoughts was something she lacked. Something to work on later then, its usefulness now apparent.

Sam took a glance at [member="Mael Ren"] and [member="Thresh Sken"], the Defel almost impossible to see in the darkness, and shrugged. They had little choice but to go with the blind man's will. For now.

 

[Nima Tann]

Allies: [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Charlyra Araano"] | Team Firemane | Mandalorians
Enemies: Still Sith.

It seems like their plan worked, as Charlyra attacked the group and cleared the way for them. Now would be a good time to push! Nima's consciousness came back and she cleaned her face from blood coming out of her nose. Her head was aching like crazy but they had a war to win still, so she shook her head to get over the feeling of exhaustion and regained her control fully, standing up, just to feel the Dark Side growing in the area. It seemed they hit they hard enough for them to send the big guns. Which, in her eyes, was progress and progress was what they needed. The resistance of the Sith was strong, they managed to keep them out so far, but when their big guns were defeated, who knows that they would keep this up! "Elpsis, I am going to investigate what's happening." She said and moved towards this Dark presence and they were not that difficult to find. Three Sith for three members of the Fire Order. What a coincidence! Anyway, taking her stance and getting ready for a duel, she confronted them, just to see the most powerful looking one throwing her Force Lightning with such intensity that if she didn't have good reflexes she wouldn't be able to defend herself. Concentrating quickly, she created a web and sucked the energy of the Lightning until there was none. It burnt her hand very much but was no danger for anywhere else.

Other two went to fight Elpsis and Charlyra, and the lightning throwing Sith stood against her. Aggressively attacking without giving her any breathing space, she put her lightsaber in between his saber and her body before it reached her, saving herself from a wound in last moment. She examined his movement as they continued to clash their sabers together, which created little sparks dropping to the ground. The man was aggressive, with every other swing it was getting more difficult to meet his attacks, but Nima was fast and and she held her own. Besides, his own rage would be his own doing, rage usually led to carelessness, and it would open so many opportunities for her. The duel continued as the two tried to get the advantage, her speed and his strength balancing each other, the swordplay continued until someone got tired to make a mistake. Speaking of exhaustion, Nima was already very tired because of the recent events, so even though enhancing herself with the Force she started to become dizzy, with this, she made a mistake and let him win the dominance race and as a punishment of this little mistake, she got a burning scar on her face and a painful lightning that hurt all of her body. Also it had a psychological effect on her as well since she was crippled by a lightning strike. Letting out a shout, she fell to her knees. Just as the man was about to land another hit that would kill her in her vulnerable moment...

She felt something... As if the time stopped... As if she was faster than anyone in this battlefield...

She threw herself back from the harm's way so quickly that even the Sith was shocked since it looked like a direct hit. Quickly regaining her balance, she enhanced her strength and hit the ground, breaking some pieces and then with the help of Telekinesis, threw them towards the man with quite a speed as a distraction, also using her illusions for it to look like there were more pieces than there actually were, they looked real enough since she did this trick several times already and mastered it. Rotating the pieces with each other just for more confusion, the pieces flew towards the man as he was ready to dodge them. He let out a big Force Push towards the pieces, taking the bait. But of course, he forgot to check his opponent. Meanwhile Nima was on the air, directly aiming the man lightsaber ready to strike as she did a little turn for more momentum. Not expecting this attack, the man barely managed to hold his lightsaber up to meet her attack, as the lightsabers clashed once again she jumped back and then lashed out several attacks at a time at him, each one getting faster and faster in order to keep him from attacking. It was hell of tiring experience and she gambled on her action. But if you don't take risks, you'll never be successful. The man tried to keep up with the speed, and in defending himself he was pretty good. But how long he would keep this up? As expected, the man jumped back in order the collect himself and counter.

Nima ran towards him to finish the job, and he threw her way some obstacles to crush the Twi'lek and win this duel. Nima enhanced her speed once more, jumping from one obstacle to another towards the destination, on the way small obstacles with the effect of the speed she was going cut her arms like little blades but she didn't lose momentum. The sky was filled with lightnings and concrete. Finally she landed on the ground and was face to face with the man once again, running towards him and not stopping. The Darth prepared himself for the attack as well and swung his lightsaber for a strong attack to stop her momentum as a last resort since he was tired of throwing everything he could find to her way as well. Instead, she rolled over his arm to dodge his attack and her lightsaber cut through the arm with the Sith shouting in pain. Then, she turned at him once again and blue lightning lashed out from her fingers, roasting the Sith meanwhile pushing him away. The sound of pain was... unbelievably satisfying. The Sith, both electrocuted and dismembered, tried to get up but then met his end by the quick swing by Nima's lightsaber.

Nima stood there in front of the dead Sith, burning, aching, with lots of scars, but alive.

 

[Vustia]

Location: Sith Academy: Conga Line

Vustia didn't have a clue what was going on, [member="Samka Derith"] had shot her a look of disapproval. Although Vustia did run inside looking like a fool she didn't deserve that. She watched as everybody seemed to be going the same way, she joined the queue of people and followed.
Vustia had no intent to hurt her fellow darksiders but would if she had to.