Lest We Forget [OS Dominion of Botor]

[Darth Prazutis]

Objective: Mayhem
Allies: [member="Briga Tiin"]
Post: [8/20]

"Certainly." Prazutis said to Briga as the pair glided back down the the large halls, hugging one side just as they did before. There was a certain speed Prazutis moved at unlike their first venture into the botori command center. They didn't have all the time in the world to dilly dally around, bodies were dropped and explosives were set, they had just a matter of time before the technicians brought the security cameras up. However this time as they moved through the halls, and up the staircase there weren't any patrolling guards in sight just yet.

Prazutis timed it carefully to miss the security patrol on the way back, it was a mistake that they were caught by the first one. On operations like this he never liked to leave too many bodies if it wasn't necessary, they would all die in the end anyway. Before no time they were already back at the maintenance room, and so far no one had discovered the bodies hidden inside. Prazutis let Briga in before ducking inside himself, shutting and locking the door behind him. The Sith Knight used the force to levitate the desk and place it firmly against the door, jamming it tightly so no one would be able to break through.

Then he slid out the backdoor with his apprentice and moved like a shadow, fast and quiet across the parking lot, he didn't stop his expedited movement until he was well across the street before ducking behind a building. "Alright. Let the fires of revolution ignite." Prazutis said, procuring a small handled detonator. He flipped the cap open and pressed the button. Suddenly a massive ground shaking, glass shattering explosion rocked the area, a massive fiery cloud of flame erupted from the building they had just stepped out of. The explosion rocked high into the sky sending shards of debris across the area, it was truly a sight to behold. "Time for us to get out of here."

Prazutis began to quickly flee to the restaurant where Darth Vornskr and the HQ were stationed, already transportation for the three of them was set up.

 

[Ax'no]

Objective: Mayhem
Allies: [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Post: [8/20]

"Alright. Let the fires of revolution ignite."

Briga watched as Prazutis procured the detonator. All of their careful sneaking, swift execution of the botori and bloodshed led up to this moment. Was it bad that she longed for a huge display of fire and brimstone to be laid upon the sleepy Assembly Hall of Botor?

Good and bad did not play a part. The mission was what they needed to do.

Putting her hands over her vaguely goat-like ears instinctively, she heard the booming explosion, the cataclysmic response to the fruits of their labor in the hall. The fire and destruction was almost mesmerizing for a moment until she heard her Master's voice call for her.

Following Darth Prazutis out of the blast site, they appeared to be safe and with transportation to pick them up.

 

[Krayzen Dratos]

Playing as an NPC)
Objective: Kill [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]
Allies: Rebels
Enemies: One Sith

[member="Annaliese Zambrano"]/[member="Crix Meriet"] /[member="Darth Ax'no"] /[member="Darth Rapax"] /[member="Gorteko Graye"]/ [member="Cerita Sarova"] /[member="Reinhard Baelor"] /[member="Velon Ielor"] /[member="Arabella Darkhold"] / [member=Ava] / [member=Ebon] /[member="Jack Mirrikh"] /[member="Moravian Zambrano"] /[member="Natasa Zambrano"] /[member="Eldaah Aderyn"] / [member="Soeht"] /Txon Taronyu / [member="Darth Ophidia"]/ [member="Darth Erebos"] / [member="Darth Vornskr"] / [member="Julian Viles Priest"] /[member="Darth Prazutis"] /@ Abelain Narv'uk /[member="Sabine Kurtass"] / [member="Tymon"] /@Kryos Fen/ [member="Clovis Torcularis"] /@ Darth Ragnarok

Apparently, the High General, and Dark Council Member [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] had been planning a memorial service to honor some dead Sith Lord. That wasn't really going to sit well with the Rebels, who wished to rid the stain the One Sith had made when they had entered Botor to pronounce their rule of the planet. General Zavok, a former One Sith decorated General, and a Botor native was here to kill @[member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"], and strike a blow to the One Sith by killing one of it's leaders, [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"], or die trying.

"Everything is set correct?"

"Yes sir; our agents have infiltrated the memorial service, and are ready to assassinate the High General."

"Excellent; commence Operation Ragnarok." Zavok stated via the communications.

As soon as Zavok had ordered the commencement of the operation, a large explosion occurred at the place where the memorial service was being held. Ixetal Cilona grenades were used, as well as white phosphorus grenades, affecting those without armor. Smoke grenades were used as well, and slowly, but surely, the screams of death could be heard.

That however didn't matter, as it served as a destruction for the real thing. Hundreds oldiers, all of them not having anything in their psychological profile to show that they were going to kill/betray the One Sith instantly had their psyches change. Armed with various weapons, including some from the General Dratos' famed "Iron War Project", as well as standard OS Army equipment, they were ready for a fight.

"Commence pincer movement, and have an elite unit move through the rear. Remember General Konrad is our main target." Zavok stated.

The games had now truly began

(Got permission from Konrad to do this)

(Also, don't kill the NPCS just because they are there. I will be responding with them).

 

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

OBJECTIVE: A- 'Mourn'
LOCATION: Outside a Janitor's Closet
ALLIES: One Sith
ENEMIES: Assassins
{1/20}
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"You know, I've never been with someone so... experienced before. I must say I enjoyed this more than any of my previous encounters," the woman said, running a hand through her still-messy hair. A soft smile danced upon her lips. Part of Ire felt the need to kiss her again, to kiss away the smile so she didn't feel a need to pretend she cared. But that part of her lost, as it often did. So the Sith carved a grin into her expression, letting her lips twist up, acting as if she felt the same as her partner. "Perhaps we can do this again sometime? I simply can't imagine only getting to feel this way once in my life."

The facade threatened to drop. Ire forced it to stay up, forced herself to keep her face soft, and forced herself to speak.

"I'd love that, darling. A moment's break from your gaze is like an eternity past- I couldn't stand to end this here," she replied. Every word tried to catch in her throat and choke it. All of it felt so fake, she could not believe that the woman in front of her could ever think she was being honest. And yet, when she gazed into the other's eyes, all she found was fondness. It made her feel sick. She wanted so very desperately to run, but no opportunity had presented itself yet. "We should rejoin the service soon, though. Once it is over we can discuss another meeting. I cannot let the others note m absence, lest they later plot to use it against me."

"Of course, Lady Sekairo. I understand. I will wait for the close with a-" The sound of explosions broke her sentence in two, and Ire was given the freedom she longed for. For a moment the duo stood still, unsure of how to react, unsure of exactly what was going on. But then the shock of everything wore off, letting them act once more. "What do you think that was? What's going on?"

"I don't know, but I intend to find out. Get somewhere safe- I'll return for you when I can," Ire replied, turning to leave. The force filled her, speeding her footsteps, rushing her forward. Inside her head, she noted the fact that she had zero intentions of returning for her 'partner'. She was going to crack some skulls then get off this Gorram planet.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

(Looks like you guys need a post warrior)​

Objective: C (To Catch A Jedi)
Location: Honeypot Brewery
Post: 4/20

Jack stood at the precipice of the downward leading stairs. He had convinced the troopers to let him go down first. To him, the most logical thing to do was to send a Sith after a Jedi. Anyone else was more likely to become dog meat sooner. Of course, that plan of action thrust Jack into harm's way. It was a debatable plan, for sure. He stepped down the steps calmly and carefully, as though as single misstep might lead to the collapse of the stairs.

A hand reached out from under the stairwell and grabbed at Jack's ankle. The action startled him, causing fresh adrenaline to course into his system. He reacted more so than actually thinking, which lead him to use the Force on the man's arm while kicking his foot out and away. The disgusting "pop" and fleshy sound of arm leaving socket was heard a split second before the surprise attacker screamed in agony.

Just like that, his saber was out and humming its practiced pitch...only to find that there weren't anymore enemies around. He walked around to behind the staircase and found the poor man crumpled unconscious atop a secret sewer grate door. He used the Force to move the man, remove the grate and then he started stepping down the ladder in pursuit of his quarry.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Objective: C (To Catch A Jedi)
Location: Sewer
Post: 5/20

Jack slid down the rusted metal ladder and landed in raw sewage at the bottom. Thank you, armor gloves. Curse you, sewers. If there was at least one thing from his father that he was thankful for, it was the fact that the armor was keeping out the seeping sewage. And, yes, that was the only thing he was grateful to his father for...Now, the question was to either take a right or a left. Gambling on the right passageway, he began to wade through the disgusting liquid (he daresay that it barely resembled water) until he came upon a white fog around the corner. Scrawled on the wall was the message, "Don't go in".

"What kind of Jedi trickery is this? Does he think me a fool to fall for such rubbish??" He activated his lightsaber and proceeded forth. He tried to generate a wind current, but it wasn't strong enough to do much good. Either his skill wasn't good enough or there was something beyond natural involved with this fog.

Suddenly, what could only be described as a Rodent Of Unusual Size raised itself out of the murk and gnashed at him with its mouth. It was as large as he was tall and it looked disgustingly decrepit. He instinctively used the Force to shove it away and into the wall. It collided, causing the tunnel to shake and the roof to rain dust and pebbles of foundation atop the both of them. This was no illusion...

The rat regained its footing rather quickly and lunged once more at Jack. Jack jumped back, slicing at the creature's snout at the same time. It only caused a scratch on the tip, enraging the creature. The creature swiped at him with its right paw and Jack used the Force to catch it. While they were stuck in a lock, he jabbed into the creature's left eye, blinding it, but also having to bear the screeching and screaming that was close to his ears. He turned the Force, of which he was using to keep the paw at bay, into a blade, through what he knew of the power of Darkshear. He forced that blade through the paw and then pinned the paw to the wall with his Darkshear.

The enormous rat tried swiping with his left paw, but Jack jumped to the left, colliding with and pressing up against the wall, and countered by slicing off the paw. He conjured a second Darkshear to pin the creature's left arm to the ground. The creature was thoroughly enraged, frightened and desperate. He started gnashing and lashing out with the long snout full of sharp and jagged teeth. The creature surprised Jack with this last ditch effort and snatched him up in his teeth. The pressure hurt him, but the armor kept him from being fully devoured...yet.

Panic began to set into Jack's mind. An idea came to mind, but he had to relinquish his hold on both Darkshears to do it. He curled into a ball when the jaws opened in a brief window of time in which the rat was making an effort to clamp down harder onto Jack. He summoned all of the Force that he could muster around him. The rat's mouth clamped down onto something much bigger than it recalled snatching up in its mouth. In fact, it's steel trap-like jaws of the creature began to grow further apart. The rat's anger started to cool and desperation & fear crept in around its mind. It wanted to spit the thing out and run like hell, but it could do neither of these things.

Finally, in a single move of Force Repulse, the energy was released outward in a final act of utter violence and fatality. The only thing left of the rat's head was a partially attached lower jaw and the top nub of the spine poking through. Jack used the Force to drain the gore and sewer from his body and face as best as he could. However, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was going to have to get a check up in med bay after this was all said and done. Since this giant rat had been left previously un-disturbed, until now, that is, he felt that the Jedi, and whatever compatriots he brought, must have run the other way. He sprinted off down the correct passageway, this time.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Objective: C
Location: Sewer
Post: 6/20

His walk was hampered by a limp. It was slightly hard to breath and there was a sharp pain on his forehead. He took it all in stride, figuring it to be a sort of motivation, until he decided that these wounds needed to be, indeed, attended to. He stopped for a moment and focused inward. Using the teachings of his master, Jack boosted the natural healing capabilities of his own body and started patching himself up. There was a mix of both pain and relief that crossed over his body. Pain, because this wasn't a natural function for the body to do on its own accord. Relief, because of the removal of the wounds. It was bittersweet, for sure.

He only continued until it was more bearable. He had already lost enough time fighting that horrendously giant rat. He high stepped through the knee-high sludge to move faster. He was making good, if messy, progress until *SPLOOCH!* he tripped right over something stiff and fell completely into the waste. A split second later, his head thrashed above the nasty liquid. He swiftly stood up, eyes shut and his arms looking to find stability against the wall. He spat something solid out of his mouth. He opened his eyes to see the bodies of dead brutes from the Honeypot Brewery, but then he shut them again quickly because the liquid was stinging his eyes. Everything about this sickened him so much that he turned his head and threw up into the sewer sludge.

His eyes were still closed when a rush of mighty wind rushed at him.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Objective: C
Location: Sewer
Post: 7/20

It was as though the entire tunnel had become a wind tunnel. The sludge rushed past his knees until he felt that he was standing on dry ground. His eyes were still squished shut to keep out the grime and mush. However, much of the roughage left his face and flew off with the rest of the wind. The wind died down and he finally opened his eyes...only to hear and see a wall of rushing fire come at him. He tried to swiftly bring the Force up and around himself to provide protection, but it was minimally successful. The uncomfortable sting and overbearing presence of heat poked through his shielding, but the brunt of physical damage was warded off.

As soon as it had begun, it was suddenly over. He heard the foreboding sound of rapidly forming ice behind himself, oddly enough. He turned to see that there was a dark wall of muddy ice blocking the path behind him. Strange, indeed. Cackling laughter sounded from down the dark passageway before him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he pulled out his lightsaber and activated it. The light would help to guide his steps through the dry-as-a-bone passageway. This was no Jedi he was chasing...

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Objective: C (To Catch A Creep)
Location: Sewer
Post: 8/20

As he cautiously walked down the dimly lit passageway, a creepy voice started speaking. The sound echoed in an otherworldly vibe along the length of the tunnel.

"The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout. Down came the rain and it washed the spider out. Down came the fire and it burned up all the taint and the itsy bitsy spider...was caught. HA ha haaaaa!!"

The walls began to soften and run like hot wax down a candle. Necrotic hands shoved through the goopy walls and horrific creatures began to push through into the passageway. Many of them were small and scrappy. Some others were much larger and much more vicious. They scraped, shook and wiped the goo from their bodies like it was some kind of embryonic sack and then turned their evil gaze upon the only light source in the passageway.

Their arrival gave Jack a moment of horrific awe but, when they all turned their sights upon him, he wasted no time showing them the power of the Dark Side. First, he summoned electricity to get a grasp of their true numbers. He wasn't able to get a count, but the sheer amount of enemies set a small cornerstone of fear into the bottom of his stomach. He used Saber Throw down the passageway to hopefully thin their numbers before they were upon him.

The smaller creatures reached him first, he kicked them away until his saber came back and then he truly dispensed of them. He swung left and right. He crouched down as he swung a 360 to slice three of them in half simultaneously. Yet, more came. He used Force Push after Force Push to knock them away. He tried using Lightning again to force them down into submission or death. As purple lightning came forth from his fingertips, the corpse of half a small monster came flying through the air at him. He stopped his electrical onslaught to deflect the projectile with the Force.

Then, one of the taller monsters pounced forth from the dark and attempted to slice his throat. Jack ducked, but left his lightsaber up in the path of the creature's swing. The large, clawed hand clattered against the wall and the creature clutched a small stump where its large hand used to be. It yelled in rage, but then was knocked aside as three more charged towards Jack.

Jack used a Force-imbued punch to a jaw to knock one of the creature's off the ground. It landed unconscious. He jumped towards the other two, kicking on square in the chest and stabbing the other through the head. Before he could regain his balance, the one he had kicked recovered too quickly for him and snatched him up in the air. It opened its mouth, ready to, most likely, spit something acidic in his face. But, the bile never came. In fact, Jack was using the Force to keep it in the creature's throat. The monster started choking, but Jack wasn't finished. He shoved the contents back down its digestive tract and punched it through the bottom end of the creature. There was a giant hole leading straight through the shocked creature's body.

He decapitated the monster for good measure. The rest of the creatures, having been witness to a new fury of the Dark Side, now scattered before Jack and abandoned their attack. It felt like a momentous occasion for Jack, so he carved, as best he could, the insignia of the Inquisition into the tunnel wall. He used broad strokes and made the picture large, so as one could scarcely miss it.

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

Objective: Add new bodies to the graveyard.
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Assassins
Nearby: [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"] | [member="Krayzen Dratos"] | [member="Kyros Fen"] | [member="Txon Taronyu"] | [member="Tymon"] | [member="Sabine Kurtass"] | [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] | [member="Darth Erebos"] |
Post: 3/20

When someone tugged at the ends of a string, there would be a palpable tension in the very center. This was an indication that it had reached it's limits, and that any further applied force would cause the string to snap into two pieces. When the Arue'tii glanced around the crowd for a moment, he felt the same feeling, an eerie tenseness that seemed to zoom through the crowd at the speed of light. It was evident in the suddenly stern faces that seemed to appear all around, in the rustle of feet beginning to stand without warning, and in the shuffle of hands to their sides. Abelain cast a glare towards a soldier in front of him, watching as his hand subtly tugged at his side, and a moment later a blaster appeared within it. Everything made perfect sense in a fraction of a second, and the Arue'tii began to arise to his feet, to shout a warning to the innocent bystanders.

The string snapped. Everything erupted into screams and shouts of chaos, interspersed by the rumble and cracking of grenades. The sudden sensation of spilled blood flooded his senses, and he warily glanced around, noting that the flesh was melting off of a nearby man, his body covered in a sickly white, and the culprit; a canister upon the floor, at his feet. It was far too fast for him to dodge out of the way, even with a minor sense of premonition. It had been wasted contemplating it's presence, and as the chemical struck him, Abelain wondered what he could have done to save himself. Suddenly, the realization struck him that he should have been feeling the effects already, and glancing down at himself, he noted that the white chemical had stuck to parts of him, but had not begun to burn beyond a hot tingling warmth. He wiped himself down, his hands becoming full of the phosphorous, before he returned to his previous observation of the recently made battlefield.

The closest enemy combatant had apparently noticed that the Sith near him had not died from the attack, and it seemed as though he was prepared to open fire. The Arue'tii chose this moment to act, rushing forward with Force imbued speed, he swept up to the combatant, and proceeded to attempt to slam the chemical covered hands against the soldier's head, an act that would hopefully eliminate the target in a very rapid, and very noteworthy fashion while also removing the chemical from his hands. It could only be assumed that the assassins were attempting to eliminate the highest ranking member of the One Sith organization at the meeting, and Abelain intended to distract as many resources as possible to deny them their goal.

He breathed words through his 'smile' at the combatant whom he was grappling: "You bring sacrilege to these mourners by your very presence. Allow me to instruct you the proper place of corpses at a mourning procession."

 

[Krayzen Dratos]

Objective: Kill [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]
Enemies: @Abelain Nar'vuk /[member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]

[member="Annaliese Zambrano"]/[member="Crix Meriet"] /[member="Darth Ax'no"] /[member="Darth Rapax"] /[member="Gorteko Graye"]/ [member="Cerita Sarova"] /[member="Reinhard Baelor"] /[member="Velon Ielor"] /[member="Arabella Darkhold"] / [member=Ava] / [member=Ebon] /[member="Jack Mirrikh"] /[member="Moravian Zambrano"] /[member="Natasa Zambrano"] /[member="Eldaah Aderyn"] / [member=Soeht] /Txon Taronyu / [member="Darth Ophidia"]/ [member="Darth Erebos"] / [member="Darth Vornskr"] / [member="Julian Viles Priest"] /[member="Darth Prazutis"] /@ Abelain Narv'uk /[member="Sabine Kurtass"] / [member=Tymon] /@Kryos Fen/ [member="Clovis Torcularis"] /@ Darth Ragnarok


"Sir, two Sith(those mentioned above) have began to attack our Assassins."

"I don't care. Kill them. Enact Formation Paladin; I want those two dead. They will join the Sith that have mistreated us for so long."

"Yes sir."

GS Grenades were spilled over the two, at 2x the concentration that was being used in some other areas. SK2 Rippers were used at the two of them, slugs being sent via magnetic acceleration(after entering a plasma containment chamber so it's like a Mando ripper).

"Keep me informed with those two, and reinforce our left, and right flanks. I want the High General dead." the General ordered.

As he wondered how the Sith would respond, the General prepared to call in air support.

(FYI, I am not rping Krayzen. This is an NPC. Don't massively kill them, as I will respond with them)

 

[Sirak Kolar]

Objective: A - Mourn
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Krayzen Dratos"] │ Assassins
Location: Just Outside the Hall
Nearby: [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] │ [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"] │ [member="Kyros Fen"] │ [member="Txon Taronyu"] │ @Tymon │ [member="Sabine Kurtass"] │ [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] │ [member="Darth Erebos"] │

1/20

Ebon’s feet dangled lightly beneath him, hand rested on the hilt of his lightsaber. His mind wandered from the Primeval, to his new sith masters. They mourned the dead, but Ebon celebrated them. They had served their purpose, and now they exist to ressurect into the universe as he one day wished himself.

Still, he had work to be done. He could be grazed with Sargon’s great presence for many cycles, as he was the guide for thousands of others, and their ticket was his blade. His grin widened as his mind wandered to the countless battles he had participated in, yellow fangs glinting in the moonlight.

His thought train was broken by the explosions beneath him, inside the building, his grin fading to nothing more than a solemn touch of his lips. Ebon may not have understood mourning the dead, but he knew to respect the Sith’s traditions; for now.

His lightsaber ignited with a short buzz, each side beginning a soft smoke, only to trail behind it as it dropped with Ebon to the stairs beneath, his black funeral attire fluttering beneath him. As he landed, his spun on his heels and made his way inside, his blade erupting soft purrs of anticipation as it moved through the air beside him.

---

As Ebon entered, he saw the carnage that had begun. A warzone at a funeral procession to honor the fallen in battles just like this; Ironic, but Ebon had little time to contimplate this. His war driven instincts took over, launching himself through the air with a Zabrakian yell that echo’ed through the chamber, his double edged lightsaber swinging wildly above him.

He landed amongst a crowd with firey force, instantly moving to ram his foot into the nearest enemy he could sense. It’s force came with the crushing amplification of sargon’s gift, the force, able to crush a durasteel combat droid by kinectic pressure, Ebon used these talents well.

Whether the hit made contact or not, his amber gilded eye’s watched a grenade fly through the air not far from him, his mind making a quick decision to redirect it in the path it came from, hoping to take out it’s sender.

Ebon reveled in war, no matter the time or place. Perhaps he only had his main saber with him, but it’d do just for the occasion.
To those perhaps watching, could feel the dark presence he was offer a small grin amidst the blood. Truly, this was the home he always sought, among the dead and screaming.

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

Objective: Bring Escalation.
Allies: One Sith, [member="Ebon"]
Enemies: Assassins, [member="Krayzen Dratos"]
Post 4/20

The soldier's screams finally ceased in a vile gurgling noise. Blue hands shifted their position away from the standing corpse, allowing it to drop limply to the floor with a disheveled mess. The white chemical had been removed from his appendages by the act, and the Arue'tii quickly grasped at the cylinder fettered upon his side, igniting it with a snap-hiss and sending brilliant crimson light into existence. Civilians were panicking and running throughout the funeral procession, each scattering from the awful weaponry and scrambling away from the ceremony. Others had not shared the same fate, and could instead be seen; and scented, smoldering in piles of burned flesh and muscle. The once serene scene had melted into the form of war, and it's travesties were plainly visible.

Danger struck it's way into his mind, alerting him to the presence of something hostile that was approaching. Abelain twisted to his side, observing a pair of soldiers hefting large slugthrowers. The weapons began to crack, spitting out round after round of firepower towards their target. He stood still, allowing the first round to strike him, and regretting it immediately. The chitin where it had struck had suffered a micro fissure, barely visible, but the force behind the strike had nearly knocked the wind from his lungs, and sent him careening backwards. Additional rounds fired, and suddenly his chances of simply absorbing them with the lightsaber seemed to be minimal. That meant he would need to avoid them, and eliminate his targets at the same time, a more difficult proposition, but not impossible.

The explorer lurched forward, suddenly imbued with remarkable speed enabled by the Force, weaving in a serpentine and unorthodox fashion towards the still firing opponents. Another round struck against his shoulder, knocking him slightly off course from the direct charge he had planned, and sending another fiery shot of pain through his nervous system. His arm lurched forward, the crimson blade attached to it suddenly detaching and soaring through the air towards the further of the pair. It pierced into his chest, emitting through his spine with harsh precision, and with a final shudder, the man expired. His weapon clattered to the ground next to him, having gone silent in it's harsh accusations.

Abelain neared the second soldier, his weapon having been disposed of to deal with the threat of the other soldier. He past the soldier, stopping a meter past him before twirling expertly on his heel and sending a chitinous and sharpened elbow through the man's neck. He coughed and gurgled, blood exciting the olfactory senses of the Arue'tii as he spun about once more, the elbow caught and hooking the man as though he were a fish. A sudden acceleration later and a second elbow jabbed through his back, dropping him to the ground with bloody efficiency. His chitin was coated in the juices of his foes, and it made the Arue'tii shockingly excitable, the feeling of hunting prey back upon his homeworld suddenly flashing through his mind.

Suddenly, a canister landed near his foot, beginning to squeeze gaseous substances into the air once more. Abelain responded rapidly, flinging the canister via telekinesis and allowing it to spray into the sky, painting it a brilliant and hot white. The substance would continue to fall towards the ground, but at the least Abelain was certain that it would not trouble him for the immediate moment. His eyes snapped towards the combatant who had thrown the canister, suddenly clutching at his weapon with increased pressure. "Come. Allow me to show you the mercy of eternity." He growled, beginning to approach the poor sap. The crimson lightsaber removed itself from the previous foe's chest, finding itself within his hand.

 

[Darth Centax]

Objective: Honor the dead.
Location: Amid the assassins.
Posts: 1/20

Kylath still cared. Still had the core understanding that the men and women remembered here were honoured dead, a weakness for a sith perhaps to be twisted by a capable Master, but a fire not unlike any other when such a ceremony for the fallen was interrupted and desecrated, it was a slight against the one sith themselves. That he would not abide, to see the memory of the fallen spat on.

A shatter of crystal class, splinters flying forward but not at Kylath’s velocity. At a roll he launched through a window, the thrust of the jump overtaking the projectiles, saber cleaving an unfortunate through his side. The youthful zeltrix decapitated the guard swiftly and efficiently in his second stroke, his Master teaching to value life seemingly so far from the rage that bulged the veins across the side of his neck, pouring through the young acolytes muscles, and into the foot which pressed down into, no through, the bone of the second assassin. A sickening crack to follow as the mans leg fell from him and he rolled around in pain, but the pain didn’t last long, only the relieving sound of Kylath’s weapon ending him quickly. The Zeltrix had no care for inflicting suffering here, only reminding the one Sith's enemies that death came swiftly.

Dressed in his usual black sith trooper armor, the saber in his hand pointed his intent at the third assassin who drew a cortosis blade in response. Kylaths love of weapons was matched only by his love to face their variety, he noticed the coating, sinking into a backstance, and waited for the obvious strike to come toward the saber, his free hand edging toward his belt…

“Who do you bark for dog, who holds your leash?” Kylath called at a shout, the unforged rage of an acolyte yet to Master the fury that was biting at his innards and spitting through his mouth, but it was becoming him, each day at training the emotion became the man and the man Mastered more of it.

 

[Kylraya]

Objective: Rip up the living.
Location: Amid the assassins.
Posts: 2/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I-hBb97Uclc​

If Kylath was beginning to embody rage, his often duelling partner embodied pure bestial cacophony, for there was no time for answering as an edan tiger barrelled after the Zeltrix, in truly savage fashion, ripping into the one Kylath pointed to. The sheer shock of seeing a tiger here of all places threw the assassin back against the wall failing wildly as tooth and claw cut into him.

Mirroring her own animal bond, Natalya came bearing her own fangs, two short lightsabers gripped in either hand snarling as her tiger did but finding little left of an opponent to face, her second sister tiger guarding their backs as predicted, all seemed as it should be, the three pack sisters standing strong as one. But it wasn’t as it should be, the steps behind them, the energy coming was unmistakable if you’d felt it before, tragically, just as before the Hssiss that dominated the pack and led it now stepped out in front with a guttural growl of its own to keep all three pack sisters in line.

Dominating the scene, the hulking creature looked as if it could quite easily chow down on Kylath as well. Her will to resist its bond all but gone, the parasite in Natalya’s neck barely visible to the naked eye, time had given it full reign over the young corellians mind and body, becoming one with her now hardening outer shell. Keth’s experiments on her had been ongoing, each day control was wrestled away back to the bio factories on Byss, entombing her as with her Master in something terrifyingly forged of his latest alchemic creations.

 

[Sera Inkari]

Location: Above the assassins.
Path: Understanding.​

3/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGvNA1iW7ns
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Bent, leaning over railings, overlooking Kylath’s bloody scene below. Softly her steps took her forward, as ever barely leaving imprint to touch ground below. Sera’s flowing robe edged backwards as her hood was parted, revealing behind, her red locks, burned cheek and encompassing blue eyes, letting known truths to Kintan’s seer become real to her, for their shared first time. Answers that their circle of six sort outside of her benefactors dying grasp, answers coming from dreams made real.

Her soft hand touched her targeted and surprised assassins cheek, fixating on him to leave everything behind, their room was a mere blip on their horizon under her drawing gaze. Circle of six becoming just two for their moment as she entombed him within her attentions, not with any great show of power, but with Sera’s shared sedative she had just laced upon his skin with her softest of touches.

“Sssh, ssshhh, all will be as we should be.” Whispering beside his ear. Sadly such an act couldn’t be called gentile, because as he fell, two Sith troopers behind her dragged away his body for interrogation later at their sith lords behest. Sera again leaned forward and searching out her sight, their view below, allowing her hair free to their breeze, and her seer's senses first look at what was to come.

 

[Krayzen Dratos]

Objective: Kark Up [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]
Enemies: One Sith
Allies: Assassins
(Playing as NPC; I am not rping as Krayzen)

[member="Annaliese Zambrano"]/[member="Crix Meriet"] /[member="Darth Ax'no"] /[member="Darth Rapax"] /[member="Gorteko Graye"]/ [member="Cerita Sarova"] /[member="Reinhard Baelor"] /[member="Velon Ielor"] /[member="Arabella Darkhold"] / [member=Ava] / [member=Ebon] /[member="Jack Mirrikh"] /[member="Moravian Zambrano"] /[member="Natasa Zambrano"] /[member="Eldaah Aderyn"] / [member=Soeht] /Txon Taronyu / [member="Darth Ophidia"]/ [member="Darth Erebos"] / [member="Darth Vornskr"] / [member="Julian Viles Priest"] /[member="Darth Prazutis"] /@ Abelain Narv'uk /[member="Sabine Kurtass"] / [member=Tymon] /@Kryos Fen/ [member="Clovis Torcularis"] /@ Darth Ragnarok



"Sir, many more Sith have appeared."

"Get me a profile on them immediately. I also think that we need to divert our attention, then we will finish the man that has killed so many of our fellow comrades."

"Fire experimental GL Greandes. Let us see how they will do without their force abilities."

"Also have the troops move up. I see that @Abelain Nar'vuk has been injured. On top of the SK2 Rippers that are going to be fired against him, I think we should use our GS3 Rifles against them as well." the General ordered.

The Assassins would then go and target the Aruetii specimen, first multiple GL Grenades being thrown at him. Simulatenously, SK2 Ripper Slugs, and GS3 Rifles targeted the man. Wanting to see him burn, the General also had the dragon breath DKS Slugs also be fired, his soldiers keeping a safe distance away from them. They burned something at 3000 degrees celsius, making then excellent weapons against force users. The GL Grenades consisted of the fragmentation, sonic, and concussion/sonic variants, which when mixed with Ixetal Cilona, made it a powerful weapon all the same.

The same thing would happen to [member=Ebon], and [member="Kylath Connar Amadis"], and [member="Natalya Selanne"], with Assassins also keeping out an eye for @Seka Inkari. The good thing about the moves were that due to the distance between them, they wouldn't interfere, and the GL Grenades had been thrown in multiple directions, making sure that the usage of telekinesis would be difficult.

"Let us see how they will do." the General stated, smirking at himself.

(Please do not assuming the NPCS are worthless. I will be responding with them).

4/20

 

[Darth Centax]

Enemies: Assassins
Allies: One Sith
4/20
[member="Krayzen Dratos"]

Of the three acolytes that had arrived together, Kylath was least reliant on the external force than any of them, in fact he had something of a force disability but would never admit it. The young Zeltrix was a seasoned martial artist and Sith trooper even without the force.

When the anti forcer grenades were thrown, the distortion to his spartial awareness was most notable, he found himself staggering a step and getting a strong internal pull to dive for cover. He had never heard of this new tech, let alone seen it, his absence from the armies development on the rim really was showing! It was training that had him naturally pull out a smoke grenade and throw it in front of where he thought the assassins were, taking cover behind the nearest small ledge, pulling out his own blaster carbine, and laying down short bursts of suppressive fire in the general direction of the targets. As with the grenade he was attempting to pin rather than hit anything while he put a called in for some backup, hopefully the smoke might make a few walk straight into it.

“Amadis of the 769th to command, meeting organized resistance, well armed, requesting supporting fire and reinforcements from the south over, range 100 meters.” He wasn’t sure if the signal got through or not because he had no time to check if the building heat was anything to go by.

Weapons fire zeroing in, becoming as zipping hits which took out chunks of the wall in front of him, incinerating the small structure ahead. The pressing danger had him moving to flank, again focused on just laying down fire and then taking a break in the shooting to move, staying low. The 769th he was calling in were a now trained and bloodied, but not veteran storm trooper unit, with reasonable tactical awareness and organisation themselves. He raised his eyebrows to Natalya to move upward to Sera while he drew them away, she was a strange Sith but right now she was his Sith to bring back alive, a corruption of Sith teachings perhaps that was yet to be purged from the boy.

OOC:

Spoiler

I feel bad fighting you with 2 or 3 alts on 1, even if they are NPCs, so we’ll can remove a couple of them somehow if you like. Sorry for the delay!

 

[Sera Inkari]

Enemies: Assassins
Allies: One Sith
Purpose: Understanding Fear, finding Hate.
5/20

Shaken, scared, fear found place within her.

Sera lived her life within her force, waking dreams carrying Kintan’s priestess forward. These disruption to external visions which framed her reality were catastrophic inflictions of damage on Sera’s psyche. Even below her, distant as these explosions were, they caused her to faint almost immediately, and worse more severe waves of disruption that rebounded off each other looked to her like gigantic waves of instability crashing against each other, causing more and more improbable futures, prone and grounded within her own torment she lay with her body convulsing.

Internally she had found something never before discovered inside her teachings, hatred, hatred at this weaponry which took from her something holy, something pure, their future and made it unreadable, unusuable, her senses were as her feet and body, so without them she lay dormant. Dead to her, so she was dead within them, thankfully only partially trapped but stricken without guidance.

Sera shrieked a horrifying scream, piercing these instabilities with waves of their force, cutting reality and connection back briefly below her where it had been ripped away. This force scream was far from practiced or directed, but within this torment her technique was born. From a long distant star system, lightyears away Taiden Keth collapsed also but none would know why.

 

[Kylraya]

Enemies: Everything
Allies: Everything
Purpose: Raaaarrrrrggggghhh
6/20

The effect of the force disruption on the pack of animals that Natalya had brought with her was unpredictable. Shattering a force bond wasn’t done through a disruption of the senses but it did mean that Raien’s temporary parasitic control over the acolyte was shaken, and although her outer appearance was becoming more of an insectoid shell, and her mind less of her own, for a fleeting second she realised, she was herself again, she realised what his experimentation was doing to her very spirit, and reached for her dagger, ready to drive it deep into her chest and end it all.

The strangest of things happened next, the Hssiss that was exerting control over the entire packed clawed at her dagger, knocking it from her hand, and sending her reeling, then seeing their pack sister injured, her own eden tigers both attacked the Hssiss, what followed was a brawl that any assassin however well armed would do well to stay well clear of, otherwise risk becoming lunch for darkside creations and giant white sith tainted tigers.

Bleeding from the claws wound even as Sera’s force scream hit, she found herself savagely roaring in defiance of the force energies, and pouncing on the back of the Hssiss! Even as inch by inch the parasite started to exert control over the wild child, her more primal instincts were taking form, the sith alchemy working its way into her blood day by day. For a passing moment she was that alchemy, that history and monument to Sith magics, physically chewing her teeth into the sithspawn they wrestled with.