Look Out, Galaxy, Here's Rylla!

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Looking to his surroundings Ghrom slowly uncurled from his ball watching Events unfold before him. Things were not looking well at all now, Sith had come?! Why! Ghrom scratched his head and thought for a moment. His wounds from the previous blaster were beyond healed he was just being a baby about it, He loved to act all pitiful it got him out of many situations but... This one. He watched [member="The Shadow King"] continue to fight a female sith [member="Darth Arcanix"]. Searching his Things he checked the items he had on him, Bandolier of ammo and Bounty Hunting equipment, a Holstered Scatter Pistol around his upper torso and his Trusty Big Game Hunting Rifle. That was what he had on his that would be useful at the moment, looking over to his Traditional Hunting Spears he frowned again and sighed. ​

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He slowly stood up and watched the battle rage on in the alleyway. Ghrom then looked around, specifically up at the roof tops and started the slowly climb upward. It took the Amani Awhile but low and behold he did it. He was a Rifleman by nature and he was not going to let his friends fight alone with sith. Waddling in haste Ghrom positioned himself on the scaffold of a apartment building and heaved his Big Game Hunting Rifle to his high shoulder. He gave a stern look and glanced over the custom made Heavy Blaster Rifle, Designed to bring a Rancor and Krayt Dragon down with Ease.... What would it do to a Sith? He grinned and aimed down to the allyway. His small red eyes naturally had poor vision but in the scope he could see all! His Longer Fingers slowly pulled the trigger as he found his target...[member="Darth Arcanix"]. ​

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*Boom*​

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There was a pause and suddenly a loud Blast Emitted from the barrel. Even if Ghrom missed the unstable bolt of plasma would explode on impact and cause a small explosion.​

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" Die..." he muttered in broken English. ​

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[member="Darth Praelior"]​

[member="Jack Rand"]​

[member="Solan Charr"]​

@A'Shaddam Kterskt​

 

[Rylla Aldrecht]

Rylla was wide-eyed at her Master's display of power. She kept telling herself she wouldn't be surprised, but always ended up so.
". . . .I'll take that as a no, then."

[member="The Shadow King"]
[member="Darth Arcanix"]

 

[Judas Zambrano]

Judas stood on one of the buildings overlooking Romeo as he battled with one of the Sith. Judas was still as calm as ever though his blue eyes scanning the surroundings of Romeo and all the people that were there. There was no way Judas would just let Romeo go off on his own to the Sith capital without someone watching him. It was a given that the man would get into trouble, but Judas never expected something like this. The man was a walking paradox, everywhere he went trouble followed. Right now Romeo was fighting one of the Sith and had even resorted to using fire. A small smirk on his face Judas clapped watching his friend let loose on the Sith but he knew that things would get worse before they got better. Good thing he was prepared for such a eventuality.

Taking a drag from the deathstick that sat between his lips Judas' face scrunched up before he spit it onto the ground stomping on it. He couldn't be more complexed on why or who would want to smoke those abominations. "Team 1 you are free to fire." Judas ordered one of the five squads he had brought with him onto the planet. Each consisting of five Shadow agents. Team one was nothing but a set of snipers set up across multiple buildings that were ordered to watch Romeo at all costs. They carried slugthrower sniper rifles due to the planet they were on. Blasters wouldn't do to much against Sith, slugthrowers were a different story however. Judas was the Crimson Agent after all so he wouldn't be playing a direct hand in the fight unless need be. Even in the midst of battle he wore a suit but this time it was a bit bulkier as though he was carrying weapons. "Romeo I'm here. Don't worry." Judas spoke into his com. Each of the five agents of team one fired upon [member="Darth Arcanix"]

[member="Ghrom Xenos"]
[member="The Shadow King"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="The Shadow King"] [member="Ghrom Xenos"] [member="Rylla Aldrecht"] [member="Darth Praelior"]

Taeli flew backwards from the force of the first explosion, her dress singed. Her eyes were now blazing as the pain from some burns radiated through and she drew upon the dark side, forgetting all about her Vongsense for now. Twirling the spinning blades of her lightsaber, she channeled lightning around them and herself and rushed forward, intercepting the plasma shot at her and spinning through the result explosion, the flames licking at the edge of the electrified blades.

Now there was no more need for talking as she advanced towards Romeo Sin, her lightsaber blades acting as a fan to bat away the flames as she advanced towards him. The others held no interest for her. Lightning lanced out from her free hand towards the man, the blue and purple energy arcing towards him with plenty of power as the blades began chewing through the permacrete street.

The slugs flying towards were buffeted away with the Force, she would not be denied. Her anger and rage were radiating off of her in waves now. Her precise control of her temper was gone, and replaced by a raging inferno of the dark side.

 

[Rylla Aldrecht]

Rylla decided she was tired of watching.
She channeled a ball of Force energy in her hands, then released it at the Sith woman as she leaped into battle, saberstaff twirling.

[member="Darth Arcanix"]
[member="Judas Zambrano"]
[member="The Shadow King"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Aeizori-Mei Kaeirosae"]

Solan saw Jack moving around there and dropped down though a hole in the roof, smiling at [member="Jack Rand"] as he spoke and went over to Aeizori. "Its about time we left my dear." He smiled as he kneeled and reached around her to pick her up again. "Mister Fake, i have to get going now, and my friend here is coming with me. Contact me with this when you want to talk." He reached over to hand him a communicator, before taking Aeizori back into both his hands.

 

[Aeizori-Mei Kaeirosae]

Aeizori hears Solans voice, and immediately perked upwards. She comes out of the ball she had formed, and would stare at him. "Arf?" She stated, just before he picked her up. Her tails would then go back to clinging onto him, and the girl suddenly felt. . .more attached to him.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VTT6picaCoQ[/media]​

There was a certain commanding presence that made the unspoken word echo across the minds of mortals throughout the section of the city disturbed by this fighting, this raucous chaos. The all-encompassing boom of approaching footfalls thundered beneath a pitch black cloud of impermeable darkness, one which ate through wood and steel, flesh and bone, mind and matter. Words of terror were whispered into the minds of the mortals that ran through the streets, that hid, that crawled. There was no hiding from the encroaching darkness, the black cloud that seemingly devoured the city in its horror. For at the face of this massive terror was a woman, striding alone, Darth Vitium, Voice of the Dark Lord himself. This darkness that loomed was no mere illusion, it was far more real than any trick of the mind - it was palpable, almost tangible, and it smothered the light as it smothered the area. Those who had seen Manaan would do well to remember the way the dark cloud had ruptured the defenses of the Republic alone, wielded by a single Sith Lord that annihilated much of their western front - alone. She was no mere trophy for Him, she was his voice, and the single word that echoed across the city was her telepathic whisper, one terrible and shrill, so unlike the beautiful frame that kept her insanity hidden. Words were not to be spent on those unworthy of hearing them, and by the looks of the struggle given to put down the Dark Jedi it was clear to her that none here were of significance or skill - resorting to combat by saber when the man could so easily be brought to his knees as he had on Manaan.

Her brow lowered, eyes narrowing, and a gesture not unlike a back-handed slap was made to push aside a small crowd of civilians and Acolytes that had gathered to observe - she was not here to play. She had property in this city, and much like a dog left alone for too long it had escaped. She did not question it, her slaves had paid with their lives for failing her - not that she did not have an endless supply on Prakith that were more than willing to serve the terrible Sorceress that she had became after her tenure on the nearby ice world with her former master. Stopping her approach some tens of meters from the scene of the brawl, Vitium allowed the ebbing waves of darkness to wash over her like a soothing, burning, wave of fear and uncertainty to flood the streets, buildings, and sewers toward her eventual captives. There would be no mercy spent on these fools - life under her thumb was far worse a punishment and far less enjoyable than death itself, as Romeo Sin would soon find. There would be no toying as there had been on Manaan or Csilla, no presumptuous games with pompous Jedi, Dark or not. If looks could kill, then a glare from the Sith Lord would have ruptured the hearts of those who saw it. She was not to be trifled with.

[member="Darth Praelior"], [member="The Shadow King"], [member="Darth Arcanix"], [member="Solan Charr"], [member="Aeizori-Mei Kaeirosae"], [member="Rylla Aldrecht"], [member="Judas Zambrano"], [member="A'Shaddam Kterskt"], [member="Ghrom Xenos"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Aeizori-Mei Kaeirosae"]

"Like i said, hit me up and we can recap later, there are sith flooding the area." With that he pulled Aeizori tight against him and shot out of the room towards the sky. Landing on the opposite building as he held her. "Now, lets get out of here before we come across another Sith or other wise." He smiled at her and started moving across rooftops again.

 

[Rylla Aldrecht]

Rylla immediately froze, turning towards the new presence. She had never felt power like this, not even her father exuded darkness like this.
Her pale skin turned transparent as she recognized the Voice of the Dark Lord, Darth Vitium.
She stood her ground, her saberstaff still in hand.
Rylla didn't think she would win a fight, but she had a feeling that it would be worse if she fled.

[member="Darth Vitium"]
[member="Darth Arcanix"]
[member="The Shadow King"]

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

Elara stopped, they could feel it. The ones from sector five who had come moved at first before the words came and she stopped when her master did falling to a knee. Her master moving to take a knee but she was the tallest one there towering over them. Thirteen feet of armored zeltron under a black cloak was still going to be towering which made it easier. Elara listened while her master didn't need to speak her face remaining neutral with purple eyes searching for her apprentice Arcanix.

 

[Aeizori-Mei Kaeirosae]

She just remained there, in his arms. She didn't really do anything to escape his grip. The Ruffer just blinked, and shivers. She felt terrified and scared, but the girl isn't that frightened of Solan, for he atleast came back to aid her. Once he was done speaking, she just slowly nodded in agreement.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

[member="Darth Vitium"] [member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Rylla Aldrecht"] [member="Judas Zambrano"] [member="Ghrom Xenos"]

[member="Darth Praelior"]


Romeo knew who this was, and sighed. Lovely...my lover is here. He thought to himself, and just sat down as the darkness covered him, and he could no longer see. The whispers came and touched his ears. "Yeah, yeah...I'll wait right here Silara...could you atleast show yourself before you..do whatever?" He said out loud for her to hear in their native tongue. No one would be able to see through, or out of this, Romeo already knew about this, and the whispers were much less of a bothersome then last time. "I have something for you by the Silara..." He spoke again. "Will you allow me to give it to you before you pass you all might judgement on you?" He smirked to himself. "Gifts are nice no?" He didnt stop speaking in their tongue.
He just sat there, and waited. Not much more I can do is there?

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Aeizori-Mei Kaeirosae"] [member="Darth Praelior"]

Solan stopped as he soon found himself face to face by accident... somehow... with a certain 13 foot tall Zeltron who he simply froze and smiled at. "Hello, i do hope that you don't mind if i be passing my large friend, and you appprentice there. Sorry but i do think that ill be going if you don't mind. It is surprising though to meet you in person, you are large in all places after all." He grinned at her quickly, turning his head to the side at Darth Praelior before starting to turn to run off.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

As Ghrom Reloaded a Eerie Darkness swamped over the area in what seemed like a flash. His dark red eyes were used to the darkness and provided him with a boost as compared to a normal human who would be pretty much blind in this crap. The Amani never relied on his Sight alone, It was poor but his nose. Amani had excellent sense of smell and he could smell a new presence in the area. It smelt similar to one he had experience long ago in the past. She was a very young lady then but could it be this was the same person? Lowering his Rifle Ghrom twitched and looked around the darkness, From his height he could no see the ground but if he moved maybe. But would that be best? For the Moment Ghrom remained still and observed with his nose. ​

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The Darkness produced loud noises and made Ghrom Paranoid, Others complained of Whispers but Ghrom Heard none. He Was not alive in the Force... He was Force Dead and could not hear them, But he could feel it slightly in way. It very slowly creep-ed by him. ​

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"Ghrom?"​

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[member="Solan Charr"]​

[member="The Shadow King"]​

[member="Darth Praelior"]​

[member="Rylla Aldrecht"]​

[member="Darth Vitium"]​

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Taeli stopped as the darkness engulfed them and she lowered her saber, her temper cooling quickly. She knew who had arrived, the dark presence radiating out from [member="Darth Vitium"] was always recognizable. Turning off the blades, she knelt on one knee, knowing to show proper respect was important, even though she couldn't fully see the Sith Lady. The whispers meant nothing to her, she had a telepathic love after all and such whispers in the mind were commonplace with him.

"My apologies for intruding upon such a thing, my Lord," she said, not looking up. "He seemed to be trying to make a scene and I made the rash decision to intervene."

[member="The Shadow King"] [member="Darth Praelior"] [member="Rylla Aldrecht"] [member="Ghrom Xenos"] [member="Judas Zambrano"] [member="Solan Charr"]