B E A C O N
Location: Ahto City - West, Heading East.
Objective: Objective 1
Fire.
It burned in her heart like the raging flames of Chaos, so brutal was it that the dark tides of the force within her that reigned supreme found themselves pushed back and snuffed out as a preternatural wave of emotion washed over her - so coldly, so fiercely, so passionately. There, not far in the distance, was the source of this freezing in her heart, the source of her unease, the reason why her body stiffened and her fists clenched. Eyes narrowed, shoulders flexed, tempers flared. 'No.' Words raced, chaos reigned, and confusion took her over. "No.." She whispered, eyes wide and closing slowly.
Memories flooded back as she screamed, her words carried swiftly by the force to the ears of those within reach of her telepathic reach - most everyone nearest the team to be led by [member="Reverance"], and a repulsive wave of the force bubbled around her, her shrill scream ripping tiles from the ground, walls from their foundations, and roofs from their homes within a fifteen meter radius, creating a rather large dent in the ground beneath her as she quickly opened her eyes, staring off towards the location of those she had traveled with. Of Him, Romeo Sin. There had been a time when she was new to the Sith - new to the rest of the Galaxy and its workings - and had been accepted by his side. Or at least she had thought that she had been. How foolish of her, how fething foolish of the her younger self to ever believe anyone could treat her as she wished to be treated. As a human. No, that karking backstabber had made her believe she was special, something better than the rest, a diamond in the rough, a precious to him as her lignan crystal was to her - then he had promptly chased her from his chambers as a heretic, a traitor, as a Sith.She had thought she was loved, her heart warmed, weak, but he had broken her. "The broken keep on living, you fething son of a bantha." She hissed, fists squeezing tightly, nails digging into her palms as blood was drawn and tears of something other than sadness overwhelmed her. Tears that did not belong to pain. Tears of Wrath.
In the split second that a tear dripped from her chin she was gone, a haze that seemed to visibly be enshrouded by the will of the Dark Side itself, an approaching storm that ran with a will unmatched, a rage yet untapped, so great was her hate for this man that she cast aside the cloak that covered her robe, forsake her lightsabers, and threw up her arms to assault the lines of Republic defense herself - and she was no mere woman. Tremors covered the area around her, a foreboding of the hurricane that was to come, and with a vicious jump that carried her high and far she released another tumultuous push through the force, flipping vehicles and infantry alike either to their doom or out of her way as she cut herself a path to the man that she lusted to kill. It had been so long since she had last exercised such a display of power - long since Csilla this invasion took place - and since then she had become a far greater threat than she had ever been. So focused was she that the roar of [member="Dralshy'a"] did not cause her to falter, both because it only spurred her rage further with even greater scars that what Romeo had left her with, and because for once she had the chance to slit the throat of this bloody traitor, this snake.
Down on the ground again and she was running, a saber snatched up from her side, the one bearing her lignan crystal, and she used it with expert precision and absolute mastery to cut down a group of pathetic troops that had turned and fled from her wake of terror. And at long, long last, her eyes could set their terrible gaze upon him, upon [member="The Shadow King"]. "Come to me, Romeo, surely you remember my whispers, I certainly remember your words." Whispered the Sith lord, approaching the Vahla slowly now, each step deliberate, her saber moving at her side to deflect stray blaster fire from those who realized that she had made her way into the enemy lines, lightning cackling from her spare left hand to jump through those daring enough to approach her, causing an eerie silence to fall over the area as men and woman alike turned their gaze towards her tall, petite, form stride towards the ruler of the Shadow Empire with a purpose. "If you do not come to me, I will come to you - and death will not be far behind." She hissed, flicking her wrist to deactivate the lightsaber in her right hand and rip a piece of rubble from the ground and send it hurtling from her right to her left in front of her, tearing away a wall of infantry men and blocking what appeared to be an tank from firing on her. There was no inkling of fear in her eyes - only the scorn she held for one man.
And then darkness came.
Silara halted, her body still, and with the raising of both of her arms a veritable cloud of darkness formed above the group, blotting out the sun as palpable waves of darkness snaked their way out from beneath and around her, as if the dark side itself was beckoning to her pleas, as if she had truly seduced it as her lover, her equal. "I am no longer a mere girl to be toyed with, Romeo." Silara proclaimed, arms raising further as a large portion of the area was overtaken by darkness that snuffed out the light, inciting fear through whispers in the ears of the men and woman who fought on either side, and strained the relationship between the force and their wielders. Such was the waves of darkness, a terrible, horrifying, spell of the Sith, and she was no mere practitioner of its might - she was its master. Where she had lacked in variety through the force, she had studied and focused on learning almost solely the powers of Sith magic, searching far and wide, training under a master whom was arguably unrivaled, and killed Jedi and Sith alike in her quest for power - for knowledge - of its tantalizing secrets. Lowering her head to look forwards through the doom and gloom, the darkness that had clouded the vision of many and her own, she awaited the answer, curling her fingers together as to close as she lowered them with a pull of the force to bring both of her sabers into her hands, each activating with a signature snap-hiss.
Fear was coming, and she was its herald.
Objective: Objective 1
- Destroy Hyper-buoyancy Generators in Ahto City - East
- Seek and Destroy [member="The Shadow King"]
- Revenge
- Team V [East]: [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Invicta Zambrano"], [Member="Khallesh"], [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]
- Team R [West]: [member="Reverance"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"], [member="Nick Gamastar"]
- Team H [North]: [member="Darth Helios"], [member="Skorn Draclau"], [member="Arkia Zinn"], [member="Nulgath Zardai"]
- Behind Blast Doors: [member="Qun Vell"], [member="Spark Finn"], [member="Meeristali Peradun"]
- Outside: [member="Kiskla Grayson"], [member="Aaralyn Rekali"], [member="VlPER"], [member="Nefertari Sovint"], [member="Korsan Rung"], [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
- Traitors: [member="The Shadow King"] / [member="Darth Inferno"]
[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txBfhpm1jI0[/media]
Fire.
It burned in her heart like the raging flames of Chaos, so brutal was it that the dark tides of the force within her that reigned supreme found themselves pushed back and snuffed out as a preternatural wave of emotion washed over her - so coldly, so fiercely, so passionately. There, not far in the distance, was the source of this freezing in her heart, the source of her unease, the reason why her body stiffened and her fists clenched. Eyes narrowed, shoulders flexed, tempers flared. 'No.' Words raced, chaos reigned, and confusion took her over. "No.." She whispered, eyes wide and closing slowly.
In the split second that a tear dripped from her chin she was gone, a haze that seemed to visibly be enshrouded by the will of the Dark Side itself, an approaching storm that ran with a will unmatched, a rage yet untapped, so great was her hate for this man that she cast aside the cloak that covered her robe, forsake her lightsabers, and threw up her arms to assault the lines of Republic defense herself - and she was no mere woman. Tremors covered the area around her, a foreboding of the hurricane that was to come, and with a vicious jump that carried her high and far she released another tumultuous push through the force, flipping vehicles and infantry alike either to their doom or out of her way as she cut herself a path to the man that she lusted to kill. It had been so long since she had last exercised such a display of power - long since Csilla this invasion took place - and since then she had become a far greater threat than she had ever been. So focused was she that the roar of [member="Dralshy'a"] did not cause her to falter, both because it only spurred her rage further with even greater scars that what Romeo had left her with, and because for once she had the chance to slit the throat of this bloody traitor, this snake.
Down on the ground again and she was running, a saber snatched up from her side, the one bearing her lignan crystal, and she used it with expert precision and absolute mastery to cut down a group of pathetic troops that had turned and fled from her wake of terror. And at long, long last, her eyes could set their terrible gaze upon him, upon [member="The Shadow King"]. "Come to me, Romeo, surely you remember my whispers, I certainly remember your words." Whispered the Sith lord, approaching the Vahla slowly now, each step deliberate, her saber moving at her side to deflect stray blaster fire from those who realized that she had made her way into the enemy lines, lightning cackling from her spare left hand to jump through those daring enough to approach her, causing an eerie silence to fall over the area as men and woman alike turned their gaze towards her tall, petite, form stride towards the ruler of the Shadow Empire with a purpose. "If you do not come to me, I will come to you - and death will not be far behind." She hissed, flicking her wrist to deactivate the lightsaber in her right hand and rip a piece of rubble from the ground and send it hurtling from her right to her left in front of her, tearing away a wall of infantry men and blocking what appeared to be an tank from firing on her. There was no inkling of fear in her eyes - only the scorn she held for one man.
And then darkness came.
Silara halted, her body still, and with the raising of both of her arms a veritable cloud of darkness formed above the group, blotting out the sun as palpable waves of darkness snaked their way out from beneath and around her, as if the dark side itself was beckoning to her pleas, as if she had truly seduced it as her lover, her equal. "I am no longer a mere girl to be toyed with, Romeo." Silara proclaimed, arms raising further as a large portion of the area was overtaken by darkness that snuffed out the light, inciting fear through whispers in the ears of the men and woman who fought on either side, and strained the relationship between the force and their wielders. Such was the waves of darkness, a terrible, horrifying, spell of the Sith, and she was no mere practitioner of its might - she was its master. Where she had lacked in variety through the force, she had studied and focused on learning almost solely the powers of Sith magic, searching far and wide, training under a master whom was arguably unrivaled, and killed Jedi and Sith alike in her quest for power - for knowledge - of its tantalizing secrets. Lowering her head to look forwards through the doom and gloom, the darkness that had clouded the vision of many and her own, she awaited the answer, curling her fingers together as to close as she lowered them with a pull of the force to bring both of her sabers into her hands, each activating with a signature snap-hiss.
Fear was coming, and she was its herald.
