Not-Yet-Xiphos felt her heart sing as her blue ball of twisted Light Side energy enveloped the body of
Rurik Fel
, making him erupt in pain. He writhed, desperate to be free of the mixture of Light and Darkness torturing him.
"So you chip AND your Soul is nought but Paper!" she said scathingly.
She sneered under her helmet as his will broke and fled down the passage she had partly collapsed, collapsing more behind him rather than continue to face her in an attempt to crush her from above. It failed of course...Not-Yet-Xiphos had seen nothing to impress her so far. The falling rubble and metal suspended itself over her, then flinging itself into more of his knights that tried to stop her. The armor she wore required twice as much mental strain to use most powers, but Not-Yet-Xiphos was so quaking with the new power she was embracing by twisting the Light Side to her own ends that she only winced a little as she flung the debris at her approaching foes.
"So he is a
Coward after all..." Not-Yet-Xiphos scoffed, unconsciously channeling her inner Terrance Stamp.
"Hey, Laertia!"
Not-Yet-Xiphos turned, spotted a familiar, muscular witch in a White Catsuit, with dark hair. Middle aged but quite gorgeous to behold.
She scowled under her helm. It was The Battalion. The same Witch who had amplified her teleporting ability at New Adasta.
"You never called." she teased, striding forward, casually murdering an Imperial Knight that tried to behead her from behind, by running him through with a red blade to his stomach without even looking.
"You're not my type." Not-Yet-Xiphos replied smoothly. "And even if you were, I'm in a commited relationship already."
The Battalion smirked wickedly. "Could've fooled me, Beautiful."
"I'm sure the Pasta you would have made would have been wonderful. If I might ask, whose flesh would you have torn up to make the noodles?" Not-Yet-Xiphos asked in a mildly scathing tone as she casually teleported a vibrosword so it fell down point first into the skull of a charging knight.
The Battalion scoffed.
"Well, obviously I would have used the flesh of teenagers..." she purred as if she was simply sharing the secrets to making the perfect meal, slinking towards her. "Onions and olives washed in the tears of infants...eyes from the Blind for the meatballs...soft candles made from the fat of Pregnant Woman right as they are giving birth...oh, it would have been
romantic as Hell. " she said, shivering in lust as she approached, watching Not-Yet-Xiphos break the neck of a Stormtrooper that came at her with an electro-hammer.
"But like we both know..." The Battalion purred as she stood a few inches from Not-Yet-Xiphos. "You never called..."
"I'm not sure if you're being sarcastic or if that was your actual romance pitch. I can never tell with you Brain Demon freaks."
"Can't it be both?"
"Ummm...no. If its sarcasm, it defeats the purpose of it genuinely being a romance pitch."
"Oh, you and your silly 'logic'!" The Battalion scoffed good-naturedly as she roasted alive a distant Imperial Knight with Lightning. "So! Trying to kill Rurik Fel?"
"This
Iron Man is nothing of the sort..." Not-Yet-Xiphos said contemptuously . "I've discovered his weakness..." (I win!
I always win! : 90 XP)
"Oooo...do tell..." The Battalion purred.
"He is tied to the very power he seeks to overthrow." Not-Yet-Xiphos explained. "I nearly destroyed him with it...even the very greatest of Imperial Knights flees before me like a scattering pack of roaches. It seems I can chip AND break Iron."
"I can do you one better..." The Battalion said, holding up a datapad.
"I can broadcast his failure for all to see. One of the girls got into the security feeds, and saw how thoroughly you thrashed him. We can use this."
"That's the first thing you've said that didn't make me want to punch you in the face."
The Battalion shivered in open lust.
"Hit hard if you decide to. It gets my engine going..." she flirted.
Thankful that her black helm hid the pure, undiluted 'WTF' crossing her features, Laertia observed the feed, of Fel fleeing her.
She got out the comlink while Fel fought hopelessly to catch up to the leadership.
"The Fool. He's handed me a greater victory than he ever would've if he had simply fought me to the death. He might have been at least able to achieve some small martyrdom at my hands. But now he is struck down by the Guardians of the Royalty. The 'Man of Iron' shattered at no less than the Might of the Crown itself. His failure is now complete..."
Not-Yet-Xiphos looked at The Battalion.
"Broadcast this to every Sith Channel...watching the Man of Iron flee before me is bound to be a morale boost. Show the footage of him being stabbed as well by the Royal Family's guards. That will go good with the other video."
"And Fel?"
"Dispatch escort fighters to make sure the royal family gets behind friendly lines. As for Fel, I'm going go and make sure the fether is dead...cut the feed for that part.
Not-Yet-Xiphos turned, and, quaking with power that made her strain heavily, lifted the debris through the passage. She could feel Rurik weak and injured. The saber had gone cleanly through his back...he might not have long to live regardless.
But it was important to Not-Yet-Xiphos to end The Man of Iron.
She crossed into the Hangar, spotted Rurik.
"Rise, 'Man of Iron'. I'm not finished sculpting you..." she growled.
Meanwhile...
Syd had thought she had the drop on
DT-0800
, but he popped the rockets out, tackling her with jets.
Syd barely whispered out a spell that enveloped her in dark blue flames greatly reducing the kinetic impact of being slammed through multiple walls and support beams, though it still hurt like hell and left her badly bruised everywhere as more of the underground structure started to fall down on them, some of it clipping her. She screamed in agony as some of his palm lasers hit her side, shearing off a piece.
That does it. Syd thought.
Syd snarled, gripping DT as they flew through the air, and her own command of Force flight completely over powered his jets as she slammed and grinded him across a thick wall as they flew through the underground system, screaming as his palm lasers took off two fingers. But she ground him into every long running surface, forcing his head into the grind and completely sheering off his remaining eye, the grinding against surfaces sending pieces of shrapnel at high speed into already compromised chassis innards, damaging severely whateverwas inside them further, pieces smashing themselves brutally and embedding into his power source, as well as ruining the firing ports for his rockets in case he had any more.
A palm laser glanced across her jaw, nearly ripping it off on one side. She flew faster, making the grind across surfaces for DT even worse, destroying both palm lasers at last, as well as damaging his booster rockets, a foot falling off. She let go of him, letting him crash into the distance. It didn't matter if she had actually, permanently destroyed him...he was in no condition to go hunting for her now. Not after the damage she had just done. Her jaw was still healing, and she felt the whole structure in this area would give soon. But the Force was with her...she could see cracks of light above her leading to the surface.
She flew upward, phasing through the barriers to escape at the same time, leaving DT to be potentially buried alive by collapsing structures. She was greatly insulted a Droid had managed to last even that long against her. Defeating it utterly had been as much a matter of professorial pride as necessity.
She escaped to the surface, emerging into a collapsed street...with advancing NIO units.
Syd sighed. "Out of the Frying Pan..." she muttered, flesh shuddering as she conjured a great twister of flame, sent it screaming down a street to an advancing set of tanks. The flames got in via the barrels, detonating the power sources and killing those inside...
Syd continued to move the destructive Fire Tornado through the advancing enemy, causing panic in the ranks as multiple mech units broke off to evade the Tornado, disrupting their advance...
Meanwhile...
Before the arrival of
DECEASED Erskine Barran
's forces at the city center...
The Amalgam had sent out the telepathic orders to her Witches on the new frontlines.
When they arrive, they'll be pissed. They'll use every gun, every soldier they have. Even their blasters and tanks will be rabidly pissed. She warned her lessers as they painted incantations, foul ones that quickly vanished on the armors of the defenders.
We'll outnumber them, but that will vanish quickly when the killing starts.
The witches worked quickly and efficiently, instructions being given to others to spread the witch blood incantations on flesh and even the streets.
The Amalgam, busily arranging the ritual around Barrans bottle pieces, witches whispering ever more hidious curses to try and give Barran a contagious magical disease of Nausea that would slowly become airborn and spread if it worked to everyone around him, also had a side ritual involving an NIO Stormtrooper helmet, an Imperial Knights eyeballs, and goat hair (Don't ask what its for.) and the feed of Laertia's duel with Rurik. All of it. Especially as he failed and turned tail.
She smiled as she listened to him try and dismiss her.
"Oh, Captain Cladhan, whatever am I going to do with you. Y'know, you remind me of a soccer hooligan I once met. Could kick the ball real good from afar, but he somehow always started to waffle as he reached the Goalie..." she remarked mockingly as she felt the Indecision Hex take effect. They would notice something was wrong and detain him. Likely in the same room. Hopefully the nausea disease hex would soon take effect.
"I think I should show your warriors something about the precious Lord Executor..." she mocked, feeling the indecision hex play havoc with his brain.
As predicted, when the killing began again, both Sith Soldiers and witches were forced to retreat gradually, losing more and more as they did.
But the magic took effect.
As the dead defenders fell to the vicious First Wave attack, their bodies started to release magical acidic mist from breaking the juices in their body down, able to gradually eat and corrode even the toughest metal and shields.
As the defenders were killed during said First Wave, many bodies released this mist, others triggered illusions that suddenly ten or twenty reinforcements per dead had suddenly shown up from nowhere, making attackers waste time and ammo as the magical acid from the defenders bodies began to adhere to the mech units and even the individuals who killed them, melting through seals then flesh, metal and electronics starting to rapidly corrode and break down as the mist traveled towards whatever created it.
But the real kicker was when the Amalgam used the hacking hex.
Magical energies went through the severed eyeballs and the trooper helmet, serving as totems for the eyes of every attacking Imperial Knight and members of the NIO Army.
The security feed from the duel would try and force itself into the minds eye of every NIO warrior and Knight in the field attacking both the palace and city.
It showed Rurik Fel trying and failing to kill Laertia, being set ablaze by her strange Force Flare power, and openly fleeing from her, only to be cut down not even by her but by simple royal bodyguards.
This of course had a devastating effect on Morale, particularly the knights. Across the field of battle, a frighteningly high number began to rapidly lose the will to fight at the images forced into them, starting to be cut down at precisely the wrong moment to lose morale, what with all the magical acid trying to adhere to NIO tanks and often succeeded, though many soldiers and mechs managed to evade the acids. It was still awful to hear the screams.
"That is your Man of Iron. HA!" The Amalgam sneered on open comms as NIO warriors started to die in very heavy numbers once more, and to make it worse, Syd's giant fire tornado loomed in the distance...
Willan Tal
Konrad Bolter