Home is where the Heart is (Sith Assassins)

[Iziz]

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An intangible comet raced across the sky, twirling ionic vapour trails in its wake as coiling tails of man made ash which lingered aloft in the air above them. The creature within the stealth ship saw nothing but the mess below him as his compatriots dealt blow after withering blow to the forces of the enemy. However pockets of resistance were beginning to group like cancerous boils on the surface of a titan. Each of them needed to be lanced, drained of their substance and qauterized by the blade. The pressing of buttons and the creation of numbers scrolled vertically up his screen as the construct of invisible steel soared across the sky, plotting its destination to rest at its final destination, its weapons blazing and howling like the screams of the Diathim in chorus as the explosions and collisions of the phantasmal light echoed with the resounding bellow of the Maelibi's call.

The diminutive rodent, leaving his ship and piloting droid to perform as they will, his weapons equipped and his mind secure, his presence an invisible phantom to the sights and the senses of even the strongest of wills due to his precious reptilian cargo, the stealth drive keeping him hidden from the keenest of eyes as the Jawa making him little more than a shadow of the sky flashing past as everything within five hundred meters of the ship had ceased to be afflicted by manifestations of the force.

Murder Rains . . .

Iziz, like his master before him jumped from an escape hatch aboard the ship, entering a free-fall as his ship vanished from even his eyes, leaving the Jawa as nothing more than a speck upon a much grander sky. The shadow of a shooting star giving birth to a Jawanese asteroid which plummeted for the earth, spinning and flailing as the being gained control of its free-fall. An inner darkness waiting within, dormant, untamed and angry having been pushed into Torpor by the etherial field of Reptid which had long projected over himself, a halo of peace travelling further and further away...

And with it...

Its influence.

The two foot tall incarnation of hunger came for his landing, the spiritual force coiling within him as he prepared soften his fall. Splaying his hand forward towards terra firma, commanding it through the force to accommodate his fall as the air warped around before him, culminating and softening as without hesitation or deceleration the Jawa plunged into the pool. With little more than a thump, the force bubble of avatar'd willpower cushioned his landing as an ensuing pulse of air expanded in every direction from the rooftop... Clouded by the dust and debris, something sinister awoke within the Jawa... a force power within him like primal nuclear chaos was no longer bound by the astranged cryptids whom had sealed him with their benign presence. A crackling of corrupted thunder struck as the mind of the Jawa was torn from its seat, dethroned by the protagonist of the phantasmagoria emerged... the gold draining from his eyes like a basin and being replaced with a malevolent red. The insignia on his back exploded with the power of the force, as the skin of the jawa began to ripple with the power of the being as it flexed its mind and control over its titanic strength, looking to its hands as this time, the radiance of his presence no longer seemed enough to tear its host asunder.

"He has grown... hmhmhmhmhmmm ... yes, this will do nicely... for now..."

The chuckle of the wraith traveled not only through the ears of those who listened but in the minds of those present as the Sith stood upon the precipice of conquest, teetering on the edge and looking downwards to the pocked of resistance. His lips crooked into a twisted smile, rows of strung yet sharpened pearly moons draped across a blackened sky as the devils grin warped and his eyes widened with the prospect of death. Reaching to his sides, his cold digits gripped onto the cool shafts of his weapons and removing them from his waist, each of the slender tubes in his hands as with a flicker of a thought the crimson beams exploded to life with a roar. The attention of those below him turned to see nothing but a shadow and a whisp of smoke where the Phantom used to be... like an illusion lovingly crafted by the wind and their own paranoia...

But the monster was at the gates.

walking under the skin of the world, unseen by the eyes of man the monster found himself within the ranks of the enemy, centered and kneeling as the men scouted their flanks for a ghost... though none was to be seen. Standing within them the light which bent around the will of the jawa folded and returned to place in a slight flash of black-light, each of the company turning to face him as the laughter of the creature began to flow into the minds of those around him yet again. Rifles aimed as the tight formation of the inward phalanx solidified and cemented on his position, barking at the Jawa to desist...

"Welcome home... Iziz..."

The Jawa exploded into motion as the first volley of blasters fired, penetrating the image of the sith which almost seemed to let out a cry before the mirage vanished from sight, the light of the blasters punching through it as if it were wounds for but a fraction of a second. Simultaneously there was no cry or wail but a wall of their inward formation crumbled into a mess of limbs and bodies strewn about and left. Now on the outside, the creature inspected itself again, seeing that its body had not ripped or torn... Its speed was accepted by the host. A chuckle turned to a cry of laughter which rippled through the force like a scream. The soldiers, fearful and confused held their fire for a moment as the Jawa seemed distracted. Taking one of their commander to order the continuation of their combined might.

As black lightning the monster vanished and darted across the battlefield, the touch of god in his hands as he approached a soldier, slow moving and panicked for the micro-second he had to see the eyes of his attacker looking up at him. A wide swathe as the saber, almost gracefully curved through his knees and up while the other hewing down would leave but a toreso before the Jawa Kicked off his enemie's chest. The actions seen by the world would simply appear that their comrade exploded into limbs as a proto-sonic boom of acceleration broke bones and sent the pieces of limbs flying in every direction. Cries went up as the shadow, in-detectable even by their range finders ripped apart their formation one by one, straggler by straggler, all the while the crooked laughter plagued their minds.

Some turned to run, but no sooner than they had taken a third step their bodies crashed to the ground, their legs nowhere to be seen, only cauterized wounds lay in their place aching as the lightning stole them away. Grenades were let fly, baked and thrown for the outskirts of the speed demons' route. The arms of the soldiers arcing upward to hurl the explosive as the lightning struck once again. The Arm of the soldier falling before his face as the explosive was freed by the limp hand. Detonating a meter from the attacker and splintering his form into broken gore. The tongue of the Jawa crackled with power as his eyes and blades scorched the skies, leaving nothing but death in their wake.

Though, as the monster had fought, he looked to his body once again, shards of blaster fire had skimmed his form and the speed had torn the wounds... The body was not quite toned enough yet, though it was close. Able to perform his speed but not maintain it, tearing like shatter-points filled with the force as his shell seemed to be unraveling...

No matter...

He had tested his speed... next... was his power.

[member="Keeper Prime"] : (Feel free to just give me waves)

 

[Darth Ophidia]

4.

A tremor shook the stone around her like gelatine. The water, in which she was submerged, shook excitedly, forcing her to halt. It would seem War had indeed landed. Some assassins liked to go in guns blazing. Some liked to ambush their prey. Some preferred to stroll through the darkest catacombs. Darth Ophidia sought the most obscure way. She had planted herself in the environment and observed the structure and its inhabitants. She could have taken the tunnels, that would have been simple for one of her calibre. She could most likely have walked straight in the front door if she wished for a one-way ticket. She could have dropped on the highest tower and pushed the rats down while their forces set fire to their feet. That would have been good. Instead, the Pale Assassin chose a route less travelled: An active drainpipe.

After a long and perilous climb, she was able to enter a pipe which spewed out a continuous stream of water. Equipped with her helmet, which sported a fully functional rebreather and waterproofing, she had forced her way into the pipe and begun her climb, knowing well that it ended up in the heart of the building. She would endure whatever came through that stream of water, for the kill she desired. She had her weapons packed and protected from the water as her lightsabre was not made for subaquan combat. Using hands and feet, she climbed through the tight pipe. A digital map inside her helmet helping her navigate. Soon, she would find the upturn.

 

[Rapax]

Rapax Leaped to the side of the Knight....and started bashing at him with heavy power attacks....He was trying to push the knight into iziz's path of destruction for his little friend to shred into pieces.....If that didnt work he had other tricks up his sleeve....one way or another this jedi will die...and this place will be there home and source of power....he will bathe in there blood and feast on there flesh.....so long as he lives...no creatures is safe from him.


[member="Keeper Prime"]

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar's squadron of troops made easy work any of approaching mercenaries, allowing the young man to make his way towards Ferus. He could tell the enemy forces were dropping like flies, as the force signature of many around him began to drop as if they were not even there to begin with. His lightsaber was held defensively as he made his way through the battlefield, blocking oncoming blows and reflecting any blaster bolts shot his way. The blind man made quick work of any who came to close, severing limbs and dicing flesh as if a warm knife through hot butter.

When the other Force users came out of the woodwork, Vaulkhar's lips turned upward into a grin. Finally, a challenge. Upon sensing and seeing the most powerful of the trio moving towards [member="Darth Ferus"], Vaulkhar mirrored the movements of the Jedi Master and moved towards the side of his own master, the Sith Lord, Ferus. He held his lightsaber firmly between his grasp as he neared the Sith Lord, his grin dying down slightly, but not completely.

"Mind if I help, my lord? Maybe a little, on the job training, so to speak."

[member="Keeper Prime"]

 

[Niaana Ren]

Location: Underground Tunnels
Following behind [member="Darth Ophidia"] at a distance.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oWnp6R35_vY

Niaana wound her way with writhing, ever moving and unfolding limbs scaling the dripping moist tunnels below. Ebbs and flow of shadow cloaking her absence in the force, unable to feel anything but what she was given, the power emanating from those around the area drew the acolyte forward, her aura licking and lapping the residue like a cat after her milk bowl. She was detectable certainly to those stronger in the force than she, [member="Darth Ophidia"], but her display of shadows was her forte and natural home.

Tight armor, a mix of echani fiber and lighter grey metals gave her flexibility with some support around the joints, her approach was never direct, always off to the side of those around them. She followed on the trail left by Darth Ophidia, but not directly, like someone was coming then going, moving closer then away, yet always pulled to her powerful wake, force energies she sort so much to draw anything from at all.

Slipping through tunnels, much again like the cat she mimicked so well, down here in the dank darkest of places she found a comfortable home, but a home that lacked toys or playthings… while silence made a comforting blanket, her knives yearned for more company. A girl’s life was always so hard, putting a knife in between her teeth her quick feet scaled a pipe closer to the one she sort.

 

[Nomkneer]

Nomkneer had received a message from [member="Lord Mythos"] that a little rumble for the sith assasins was going to start, He knew that Nomkneer was going to like going on an adventure to destroy enemies of the sith assasins. he boarded a ship of the sith assasins that was set to the coordinance for capita, to the base of the PMC.

upon arriving at the place he was located aside a giant mountain that led to the base where the cargo was being transported. Nomkneer used his Telekinesis to pull himself slightly as he jumped from tree to tree and the boulders along the way in order to reach the objective. Nomkneer knew it was easier to go in the ship, but an assasin always finds a way to be undetected as the assasinations would commence. Nomkneer was jumping the mountain with increidable speed, he would surely get to the place quickly.

 

[Keeper Prime]

The Jedi Master did not pause, merely continuing through with his slice to break the rock now coming for him in two, leaving him unharmed and still close to his opponent. Meters away have stood, both hands firmly on the hilt of his blade by his side. His head was bowed slightly, his eyes glaring up at the Sith with the calmness attributed to all warriors of the Jedi Order.
"My pupils will find a way out, and they will contact the Jedi. Your location will not be secret, I will die ensuring this." He was confident as ever, never faltering in the face of evil. With his words said, he charged forward, unleashing a multitude of strong, solid strikes. One at the Sith's left, about midway through his chest, and another strike diagonally at his right thigh. The weaving motion of his green blade did not stop for as long as he could help it, forever aiming to push the Lord backwards, and maybe land a strike.

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Eros was not so easily moved, he stood his ground against the harsh attacks of [member="Darth Rapax"], moving around him in a clockwise motion to dodge and parry his strikes. Soon enough it would be Rapax who had his back to Iziz's onslaught, meaning the Knight was safe for now. He took a few steps backward, glaring at the Sith before him with a focus on holding back any fear or anger. Just as he had been taught, he would fight to the death to ensure his friend got away safely. With this in mind, he stood in a defensive stance, awaiting the Sith to come for him first.

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"Sir! I advise a tactical retreat!" The soldier regretted his words as soon as he spoke them, a swift bullet silencing his cowardice.
"Send everything."
The main doors of the compound parted, releasing the waves of infantry the mercenaries were known for. A small army's worth charged out, assuming their positions and foolishly entering the combat zone near [member="Iziz"] Vei. They did not relent, too eager to preserve their home and the job which paid them to think about dying to Sith. Blaster shots rained from various angles at any Sith they could see, hoping to be the one who got past that glowing red stick that seemed to do them so well.

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"Hello?! Hello?!... Please, come in!..." The Padawan was running for his life, dodging large trees and upturned roots whilst he shook the holocommunicator, urging for it to work.
"Master Tye, is that you?" A soft, female voice finally responded, albeit through some static.
"No!... No... Master Tye is..." For a moment he looked back, seeing only the epxlosions and blaster fire surrounding the compound. "He's gone... I'm Azos, his Padawan. We were being held by the mercenaries at Capita's compound, near my current location. We were fine, but then these Sith came... They weren't like the normal Sith you see, you know like, they wore little armor and came from nowhere.... Please, I need help..."
"Remain calm, I'll make sure a shuttle gets somewhere safe for you. Tell me, would you say they were like Assassins?"
"I guess you could say they were..."
"I see..." The glimpse of a blurry hologram of the woman flickered, her hand placed on her chin as if she were troubled by something. "Hang tight, I'll send a-" BANG.

The communicator dropped to the floor, breaking against the hard wood of a root. So too did Azos' body fall, a blaster hole situated in his back. Behind him stood a masked soldier, a member of Fireteam Wraith. He had been tasked with watching the perimeter, and doing so meant no escaping Jedi...

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Minna heard the bang echo through the communicator on loop, a broken transmission suggesting it had been broken. Her head hung with sadness, her mind paying respect to the young Padawan. This war of hers against the Assassins was getting worse by the day, and although she had a trace as to their location, the transmission hadn't been open long enough for them to trace it properly. A sigh escaped her lips. Soon she would find them...
Soon...

[member="Nomkneer artzhul"] [member="Niaana Ren"] [member="Vaulkhar"] [member="Darth Rapax"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Iziz"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Darth Vizios"]

 

[Dominik Borra]

The Sniper a mile away watched as Jedi fought Sith in areas around the compound. He kept watch on the two duels, waiting for a moment where the Jedi would have the advantage and he could shoot them down. None of those moments came before a large number of mercenaries pour in. A small army, really. He took two shots at their front line, the laser bolts wizzing in between [member="Vaulkhar"] and Ferus' duel with the Jedi before tapping his communicator on his helmet. "Advising all units! A small army of Mercenaries are coming from the main compound!" He resumed his sniping, taking out any man or woman or took more exotic locations to fire from. The roof, balconies, the like. The main forces and Sith could deal with the base ground troops.

 

[Nomkneer]

Nomkneer was on his way using his telekinesis to go over the trees and any obstacles up the mountain, it was high up but Nomkneer would get there soon, Nomkneer had small encounters as his enhanced hearing would let him keep an ear out on any noise and so Nomkneer could hear a mass of creatures getting to his area, Nomkneer was at the same time trying to figure out what were they, "tukutu tukutu tukutu tukutu tukutu" Nomkneer heard this sound multiple times as if there were atleaset ten or more of them. Nomkneer hearing the sound noticed that they were four legged creatures as only four legged creatures make a three beat running sound.

Nomkneer was a profficient hunter and he has captured or killed very dangerous and hard to find creatures, Nomkneer would soon find out just what would be whats coming towards him during his escalation of the mountain. Nomkneer knew that he had to join the party but to do that he had to get there safe and if these creatures would be dangerous Nomkneer would have trouble getting up the mountain.

Nomkneer had finally heard the sounds louder than ever and they were close enough to be able to see them within minutes, Nomkneer was prepared for anything. Minutes later into the climbing, Nomkneer loods back as he hears that they are right behind them about five yards, Nomkneer sees that the creatures are just a hoard of giant goats, Nomkneer laught "hahaha..." he coughed, after he would call for his ship he used his telekinesis to jump him even farther up in the air "try to catch me now you dumb beasts" Nomkneer said this while going up in the air at a high speed, few seconds later after this Nomkneer noticed something.

"the goats can fly!" Nomkneer was amazed that there were 7 goats that just suddenly flew towards him in rage and out of all seven there was a baby goat, the baby goat was around half of Nomkneers size. Nomkneer would need to kill these six goats to keep the baby but this would be difficult for him as flying is a great advantage

 

[Mythos]

"Copy that. We have it under control." Mythos switched his com off and waved his hand to the commanders. The Unit quickly dispatched into the outside reach and headed out from the ground floor into the main compound. The Armored Enemies came with infantry carried and a vast array of weaponry to re-enforce the compound after the initial take over.

Before soon the Jar Kai were in position, the sentinels off to the roof tops to vantage the rifle at a medium distance, the bulwark flanking from the shadows and the Jar'Kai lead by Mythos acting as a spear head.

Initially they came under fire but the blaster round died down as soon as they started darting off from the mercenary forces due to the suppression sniper fire by Domino and the Sentinels that kept them pinned down and gave Mythos and his Jar'kai enough time to reach them using the force to augment their speed in unison and the Bulwark came from the flanks to engulf the unit from all sides.

Some mercenaries started to run, others stood and fought only to die as swiftly as their weapons were drawn by the fury of Lightsabers. Mythos charged in first with the Jar'Kai at his back splitting an Armored infantry vehicle open like a can and decapitating the turret man. Before long the small skirmish ended as the soldiers Mythos had behind his back made short work of the feeble and poorly trained defender...the Jar'kai stood before the corpses of several dozen mercenary soldiers. "Main compound is clear"

[member="Nomkneer artzhul"] [member="A. Dominion"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Something behind her? She could feel a presence near, but it faded in and out as the person came nearer and then lagged behind. Another assassin? Either that or someone chasing her. It could be her entry had been discovered, and some counter-assassin had been sent to find her. It was no issue as the pipes went to countless exits, and Ophidia was a master of vanishing, and vanish she did. Her presence became naught as she reached her chosen pipe and started her vertical climb. Up, up, high it would take her. At least she was out of the water.

She dripped ceaselessly as she dug her fingertips into the thin, worn down ridges. She had a long climb ahead, but a prize at the top. She could almost taste it, the sweet taste of vengeance, and then the even sweeter feeling of a shower. She had underestimated the filthiness of her route, but she persevered. Success or Death. She would not be stopped by some foul smell. Besides, there was a shower waiting on the top. Oh how sweet it would feel. She climbed faster, seeing the actual light at the end of her actual tunnel.

 

[Niaana Ren]

Like the unbound or uninitiated often were, the sense of the darkside still new in their veins, they often ran too hastily, or eagerly, the restraint in Niaana not yet truly that of an assassin, and one that could well see her killed if she did not find a certain control over her abilities, a control that was lacking, and her inevitable direction all too predictable.

So simple. She sensed power, so she followed it, basking in the afterglow.

Then that presence was gone.

The loss felt like a cutting of a chord, a ripping out of what she so badly sort. Pipes were climbed, and almost too eagerly for the agile Echani girl, because her technique though flawless physically rippled outward in the force giving her away, shadows parting just enough, to unmask a trailing scent, one that lingered on each step she made. Her steps shot her past [member="Darth Ophidia"] unknowningly to Niaana putting her shadowy form of somewhere ahead of who she sort, and clearly visible, the Sith Lord evading her somewhat easily. Still inverted in the force as she was, she may be a Mystery for a moment before she was revealed, because she was naturally at home here, as if walking visibly was more effort some days.

Gnawing and wanting to bite, she had lost sense of what she craved most, internally unfed hunger bit at her insides, her force aura curdling milk like a banshee without her toys.

[member="Darth Ophidia"]​

 

[Iziz]

The floodgates would open wide as the enemies stood at the gates, yet, with all irony lost on the Jawa, Iziz would see the waves as little more than ants scurrying pathetically out of their mound. Reacting to a threat which they knew that they could not remove alone, so, like dealing with a spider they would attempt to swarm and overwhelm it with numbers and whatever force they could muster... The look of each of the mercenaries as they formed their ranks was something which the Jawa knew well. Iziz could taste the pherimonal aroma of fear, lingering in the air like the stagnant waft of fresh cuisine. The tongue of the sith traced out and between his lips, trailing its moist, rough length to catch the salivation escaping him, his mind locked onto the phantasmal and never ending hunger which gripped at his physical and spiritual form. The hunger tore at him, wanting to get out and flowing through his body like a river of emotion, motivating and driving his every action.

This is all they have to offer me?

Iziz centered himself in the force, feeling it coil and twist to his will, knowing that he was more than mortal now made everything so much easier, the threads of the universe were his to pull and the strings composing the fabric of everything was his instrument to play. The sound they made, was elating. Sliding his left foot back, Iziz rose a single hand toward the forces which charged him, a wave of not telekinesis, but telekinetic control would wash across everything like a breeze, making the air thick, and telekinesis within the area impossible. Iziz, in his meditative combat stance, would use his force potency to push his feats past that of any normal sith, generating power rare to see in any being. The entirety of the hanger area would look humid when the mercenaries opened fire... and they would have no idea the kind of massacre they were walking into.

My power... is beyond imagining!

The Mercenaries would open fire in the hangar, the blazing red, green and blue plasma would rip through the fabric of the oxygen, setting it ablaze for nanoseconds as the electromagnetically contained meteors would soar through the air, only to come grinding to a halt, the web, which had been weaved by the spider was too thick for the assault of the ants... dozens of expressions of pure energy were halted with telekinetic control, holding their mass at bay as Iziz would watch the hope and courage in the eyes of his prey fade from their faces. Iziz's grin, simultaniously broadening into malicious glee, twisting his wrist symbolically, each and every one of the blaster bolts would turn in the air, their momentum shifting as they would aim at their masters, who in horror, like roadkill moments before its demise, froze in abject terror.

"Meet the Magnifying lens... little ants..."

There were screams moments before the bolts were let fly by the Sith Spirit, each of the plasmic asteroids smashing into the warriors, ripping through them, removing limbs and burning cylindical holes through their bodies with the powerful, armour penetrating, weaponized gas. The spectacle was almost too great to watch, dropping his field of control, it would feel to those around like it was now easier to breathe... but the copper tang in the air of fresh blood and burned flesh would become immediately apparent as Iziz would then begin to advance toward his opponents... many of them had evaded the volley, or had simply been behind those who had taken the brunt of the blasts... this simply would not do.

See...

Green lightning crackled at the fingertips of Iziz as he plotted a course for the bolt, raising his hand, there was not a storm, nor a fork, but a single bold of lightning arced and twisted unnaturally as it flared through multiple targets like a veritable serpent of dark-side power. The lightning effortlessly carving a hole through each and every one of those it passed through and dropping them dead in both brain and body before their heads slammed lifeless into the ground, blood leaking from the holes.

Now they understand...

Many tried to scramble... but some of the braver ones tried to fight... the Jawa needed to act quickly, but the reaction speed and quick action was something which he was known for, as a blaster was aimed for the Jawa his hand lunged out in the direction of the soldier, a single concentrated bolt of telekinesis ripping him from the ground and into the air like a rag doll. A following flick of his finger propelled him into the side of another soldier who had attempted to pull the pin on a grenade... something which others of his imbecilic race had tried before, but to no effect. Before the merc was able to toss the primed explosive the man crashed into his side, knocking the grenade from his loose grip, the primed fragmentation bomb would shred every inch of exposed skin on their bodies and those of everyone else within meters of its detonation. Hundreds of splinters flew in the direction of the Jawa... only to be once again, caught by his telekinesis, orbiting his person as if there were some kind of energy shield, making the Jawa seem invulnerable.

Some stared in disbelief.

The nightmare they sit in, is not one they could escape...

Targeting those who fled with the shrapnel, Iziz sent it flying for them in a line at the height of their knees, catching them in the backs, tendons shred and popped as they snapped audibly to those who could hear as a fresh wave of metallic air wafted across the wind. Three soldiers quickly co-ordinated and levelled their rifles, but it was already too late, forcing the palm of his hand down the Jawa caught their fingers, not allowing them to pull the triggers. Raising his hand slowly, the first of the soldiers would raise the barrel of his own firearm to the bottom of his head, pulling the trigger after a moments hesitation. Seconds would pass as the second soldier would begin to mirror the actions which had only just come to pass. Attempting to resist to the bitter end the soldier would cry out, fresh tears falling from his face as he would pull his trigger...

This world... is mine... ...

The blaster bolt would tear from the top of his helmet and fade into the sky, each of the bodies hanging aloft as if controlled by phantom strings. The third of them all was screaming like a child, but, before the Jawa was able to mirror the same insanity, a blaster bolt came from behind. Spinning three hundred and sixty degrees, a small telekinetic eave on the back of his hand erected, as with his own wrist, the bolt of plasma would be routed from himself, to the body of the third hostage. With the hand controlling them now released, he would conjure a weapon of invisible standards. The spear of midnight would accumulate just above the Jawa's head above his outstretched hand. Lowering it in a commanding point, the spear would explode into unseen motion, ripping a fist sized hole through the marine as its path would curve upwards, high onto the wall fifteen feet in the air, the soldier hanging there as his blood leaked to the floor.

Mine to rule or terrorize as i see fit...

Looking at his hands, the Jawa may have been able to handle his speed... but he was not able to handle the power of the Sith lord... not even in a pinch, the amount of strength the Sith lord had used had wrecked havoc on the body of the Jawa... every facial orifice had almost exploded with blood as the scene from the caster himself seemed to have almost killed Iziz... leaving him almost a walking corpse at the end of it all. Sustained by the unnatural force power which was powering his every motion... Iziz chuckled, he could feel the living presence of his host fading... it was not something that he was able to help, not on his own, but the stain he was sure had almost killed him...

"poor, sick, child..."

The being talked with tongues of fire, words that did not only reverberate through the air, but through the force as well. Energy crackled with the ambient sound, each syllable was like thunder grinding into the shape of words. The spirit knew where it needed to stop, so, taking the blood he knew was his own from the ground and through his own clothes, he levitated it up and recalled it into his own body, absorbing it through his wounds and orifices... There-after, a single, quick flare of lightning around his body would erupt as the Jawa flexed his might one last time, scorching the ground he stood on, but burn-sealing the wounds which he had accrued.

"There you go little one... You lived... well done."