Luxurious Aggression (OS Dominion of Vortex)

[Disciple]

[7/20]​

Objective: 2​

Allies: [member="Vrag"]​

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That facial recognition wouldn't bring up a whole lot, except maybe a few Hutt bounties related to rather untimely termination of businesses - and everyone in their walls at the time of termination. Based on how many were filed, it was clear he'd likely been hired by all of them to ruin the economies of the rest, and then they'd all realized what was going on and collapsed on him at once.

Likely in a bid to cover up their disorganized attempts at underhanded dealings.

"I've never heard of the Goddenevermind." He retorts, facial features flat, stoic.

Do not prod that which has its hackles already raised.

She knows there's something wrong with you.

She didn't before.

"That's not my fault."

It may as well be.

"Why would she think I was talking to her?"

Because she's the only one you would be talking to, yes? "Fair."

Standing off the body, the Chiss turned his attention to her. "I am Chiss." He says almost happily, but in the same instant an apparition appeared behind him, ephemeral blue and clearly a Force Ghost. It was a Trandoshan, dressed in ancient Sith Robes. "And I am Lusk. His other half." It says in a hissing, reptilian form of Basic.

 

[Andais Plaga]

Objective: A Good Time
Location: Pool Side
Allies: [member="Roger Kranos"] - Beards, spice and everything nice
Enemies: Fire extinquishers
Post: 6/20





Right now, she couldn't quite tell if it was the drugs or the liquor or the truth of the universe showing itself to her, but Roger rode a rainbow across the pool and then set it on fire. The duality of fire and water together in a blazing harmony of color and light made no sense to Andi's brain but she was dazzled any way. When fire dances across water in broad daylight, it can be a little hard to see, but the vibrant blue licks of flame where the chemicals burned off were like ribbons of azure in a teal and white striped sea of reflection. Among screams of the patrons who happened to be in the pool at the time. But safety and well being were not burdens on the Andi as she joined Roger poolside, to see the writhing flames close up.

"I wanna be the fire..." she murmured, her drink still in her hand, bobbing her mind with the sweet bliss of euphoria.

 

[Vrag]

[8/20]
Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Drana'stair'eno"]​

It was a good thing that this was the Sith Lord character, and not the bounty hunter character, or Astaire the Chiss would find himself tied up and/or dead and in the back of her vessel, ready to be shipped offworld and into the waiting arms of the highest bidder.

In any case, it was the Sith Lord character, so it didn't matter what the bounty hunter would've done.

Her lips twitched slightly when he parroted her mumbled resignation, but bit back a reply; there were urgent matters awaiting her attention, and bickering with a killer — well, two killers, if his self-dialogue was anything to go by — would get her no closer to that goal.

She was about to turn on her heel and leave the man to his own inner demons when the flicker of blue behind him caught her eye. A wary thumb hovered a hair's breadth away from the ignition stud of her lightsaber as she held his crimson eyes even as his ghostly companion spoke.

"Great. This requires a change in approach, then. Blue boy, you go first, grab their attention. You — Lusk — fry them with lightning or something. I'll clean up the rest."

They didn't need to know who she was, really. For all intents and purposes, the woman was just another Sith come to bathe in blood of those who weren't smart enough to kneel while they still had legs to kneel with and backs to bend. Because once you said no to people like Vrag? You could bet your ass — and the rest of your body, too — that it was only a matter of time before they came to cut you into little bits with a vengeance.

The only apparent difference would likely be the precision with which the woman in question performed those cuts; the trained eye would quickly notice that the remains of her victims lay abandoned on the floor in neat assortments of julienne meat-sticks.

 

[Disciple]

[9/20]​

Objective: 2​

Allies: [member="Vrag"]​

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"That is not how this works, Sith." The Trandoshan says without amusement, dissipating back into the mind of the Chiss. Looking down an adjoining hallway where reinforcements were coming from, the Chiss looked to her and discarded the blaster, pulling a lengthy bayonet from a sheath attached to the boot. "Sometimes I wonder." He remarks casually, turning the corner again and limping towards them as though grievously injured.

He looked it too, judging by the blood.

They were exceedingly cautious of him, because that much blood was alarming, but that didn't stop them from trying to figure out how he came to be like this. His blade was up under his shirt, where it looked like he were clutching a bad chest wound. There was some shouted words of offered assistance, and then a hand took his shoulder to pass him back the line.

He waited until he was behind the first guard before he sunk his blade into the stomach of the second, arm wrapped around his neck to turn him into a body shield. One hand dropped to draw his sidearm, and the fun began again. Lusk laughed in his head, providing Astaire with the symphony he didn't know he needed. This time, though, there was only a small handful, the corpses made were dropped before Vrag even had the chance to join him. "Why are you here, anyway?" Astaire asks her, kicking the bodies to make sure they're dead.

She's here for the same reason you are. To inflict pain.

 

[Darth Isolda]

G L Y T H E S E C T O R
Ten Tempest System
Vortex

Objective: Capture the Cathedral of WInds
2/20

The Vors were not about to merely roll over and let their precious Cathedral be taken over. Like Geonosians, they took flight, their wings sending a buzzing sound in the air reminiscent of locusts. Like the plague they were, they would be put down. Repurposed, brought forth to bend to Her will and worship a true Goddess. Vahl.

The One Sith and Vahla soldiers behind her made haste. In unison, the sudden swish hiss of dozens of lightsabers of varying red hues sent their crimson glow upon the dusty cracked land. With a smirk twisting her lips, the Eye of the Dark Lord, Chosen of Vahl, lifted her chin.

"Make sure no damage comes to the Cathedral..." her voice would penetrate the ongoing sound of shuttles, speeders, and Vahla soliders.

"As you command, High Priestess."

The word would sweep across the forces, their ranks slowly approaching the Cathedral of Winds. Up ahead, against the mountain range jutting out defiantly, an ethereal keening sound would float in the distance. It appeared at the uppermost range of their hearing and slowly moved down the scale. One would swear that the chords were a chorus of haunting voices that alternatively boomed and whispered over the cliffs and trees around them.

As if in warning.

Isolda merely took it as an omen of purpose. Her Will shall be wrought.

 

[Vrag]

[9/20]
Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Drana'stair'eno"]​

This time, she managed to suppress the reactive quirking of an eyebrow at his backtalk, muscles tensing as she held back the urge to reignite her lightsaber into his face. That would be counter-productive, and while Vrag was many things, counter-productive certainly wasn't one of them. Never one to particularly excel in matches of the verbal kind, the Sith merely watched the man turn on his heel as she gave up on trying to come up with a comeback that didn't include brutal homicide.

She could kill him, of course, but as established in the previous paragraph, that simply wasn't practical. Maybe after she was done clearing the hotel. Live shields and distractions who were not only willing, but almost ecstatic to put themselves in harm's way in her stead were a welcome asset in her line of work.

A few screams and broken bones later, the chiss returned again, and Vrag absently noted that he was getting progressively less blue as time went on. At this rate, his skin would match his eyes by the time they reached the top floor.

Work. Business. Murder.

How the hell did you reply to that? All of those were correct, and though they carried different connotations, they were essentially the same karking thing.

"It's my job," she picked the vaguest option and started up the next flight of stairs. There would be time to discuss philosophy on the ride back to the Imperious, if Astaire/Lusk chose to stuck around, provided he didn't meet a premature end somewhere between ground floor and the roof. Battle was unpredictable, after all, and this was doubly true for those who fought without restraint or bridles.

 

[Disciple]

[10/20]​

Objective: 2​

Allies: [member="Vrag"]​

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Don't prod.

"Fair." He retorts. Good boy. She made for the next flight, and he went with. The resistance would likely be lighter by now, with individuals surrendering or leaving rather than attempting to stop the unstoppable. One did not stand before the tsunami with palms out, believing you would actually keep the wave from breaking. "And your job today is what? Security killing?" You just don't know when to stop.

"She would be a true fool if she were to believe that killing a person asking pertinent questions would serve a purpose." That implies she needs a purpose, imbecile.

There had once been a barricade on this landing, but it was abandoned. He picked up a scattergun from the floor, locking a load into the chamber. "Would it not serve a more pertinent purpose to establish your strength in, say, the capitol building?"

 

[Vrag]

[10/20]
Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Drana'stair'eno"]​

She let out a derisive snort, which probably sounded really weird and not at all snort-like once it got filtered through her rebreather. She couldn't find it in herself to care.

"Eh. You could say it's my day off today," she decided to humor the possessed chiss, because Dark Lord knew killing could get monotonous if you didn't liven it up with some good-natured jibes that completely devalued the weight of sentient life.

She strolled behind him with a wary eye, keeping a few paced between them always, because for all his usefulness so far, the man was a complete unknown. With madness thrown into the equation — or, well, an ancient Sith ghost. The difference was a negigible one — Vrag was ever less likely to trust him. Who said you couldn't abuse a tool and then throw it away?

Like on of those disposable scalpels you could get in your local corner shop.

"Kark me if I know," she shrugged with one shoulder called a forgotten blaster to her waiting palm as they rounded another corner. She stopped in her tracks for a moment, eyein the long stretch of red carpet and the doors lining it left and right. Ideal for an ambush, but also ideal for bloodshed. It was as if the hotel had been designed with carnage in mind. How helpful of them; that certainly deserved one extra star.

"I just like destroying things, blue boy," she chuckled as she stepped past him and gathered the Force lingering in her limbs from the previous bouts, calling upon it before it could fall prey to ennui.

And just like that, the woman sped across the expanse in the form of a dark blur, leaving a scorched line cut by her saber down the length of the right wall. A breathless moment passed, and then a trio of guards burst from one of the rooms with guns blazing, realizing all too late that their quarry had moved out of immediate range.

And sometimes, that's enough.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

[2/20]
Allies: [member="Nyte Ignis"]
Enemies: N/A

After the assassin had finished his drink, he would sigh. He wasn't one who generally liked to sit around and hang out. No, he was a man of action. He wanted blood to be spilled, and the minister's disembodied head to roll across the floor. The assassin checked his wristwatch, a frown on his face. Someone, he still had a whole hour before his target was due to arrive. Time seemed to be moving like molasses in this particular instance.

He pulled out his datapad from underneath his seat, and powered it up. He opened a tab, showing an ongoing message between him and a certain man named "Johnston." In actuality, this was Captain Nexu, the leader of his personal force of Marines. He was beginning to develop plans for a new... device, and needed many force users for it. Once the assassination occurred, these men would begin collecting any and all non_Sith force-users for his experiment. He would certainly be reaping benefits from this endeavor..

 

[Disciple]

[10/20]​

Objective: 2​

Allies: [member="Vrag"]​

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Even with a ghost in his body, there were a myriad list of things Astaire couldn't do. One of those was to pull the Force into his limbs and move like the afterscorch of a turbolaser blast down the length of the carpet. But what he could do was round the scattergun up at the trio who came out, buckshot flying in time with the pumping of his hand. One. Nothing wrong with some death.

Two.

Did you see how his back blew apart?

Three.

It's almost too easy.

"It probably is." He says, stepping over the bodies, boot sending up splatters of blood along his faded black pants. Pants darkened and stained by their endeavors this afternoon. He made it about another four steps before a grenade on a time delay blew open a gaping hole in the floor, the heat searing his back as the ghost within him gave him enough precognition to throw himself forward.

Landing face down, weapon just ever so slightly out of his reach, a squad of soldiers burst from the doors leading to the stairwell in front of Vrag, opening fire almost the instant they stepped out. Disciplined volleys lanced down the hall, over the head of Astaire, who was still reeling from the concussive blow of the grenade - and the shrapnel now embedded in his back.

Adrenaline makes the blood flow quicker.

Let the pain consume you.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=3/20]​

Backing out of the pinnacle’s shadow, she deliberately showed herself for an instant before commencing another upward slalom. Blaster bolts dogged her churning footsteps, then caught her in the same calf — and in the right shoulder. This time she engulfed the pain, and used it to fuel her mounting anger. But the pursuers had to be wondering why their prey wasn’t slowing down or accepting defeat. So Melori stumbled before resuming her pace. A climb of some four hundred meters brought her just short of the valley rim, where water and wind had created a maze of spires and pinnacles.

How simple it would be to soar through them, leaving scarcely an imprint of her boots. But not here, not now; not whilst she needed to be tested

Well-aimed bolts caromed and ricocheted from the spires, filling the air with debris. Melori turned once to return fire, missing wildly, as she planned. The shooting stopped as she threaded her way deeper into the stony labyrinth, edging through tight passages, crawling through others, leaping narrow chasms. With the rim in sight, she began to formulate a plan for catching her pursuers unaware. The human would be harder to fool than the Rodians. By now the Mandalorian knew all of Melori’s tricks, and indeed was responsible for her learning some of them. But Melori had learned some of the man’s tricks that the human hadn’t meant to teach, and was counting on the fact that the Mandalorian would send the Rodians to outflank her, while he himself continued to hound Melori from behind.

He was the traitor from Panatha. Brought in to teach the Sitherhood troopers some special skills, he’d betrayed them. She knew it – and he was soon going to find out she knew it.

Emerging from the spires, she crouched for a moment in the whistling silence. At the head of the valley loomed a mountain, lording over all it surveyed, a sole cloud wafting from its summit like a lavender banner. Cautiously, Melori ascended to the top of the slope, only to spy the man not 50 meters in front of her, standing with his back to a jagged rend in the broken terrain. How he had gotten past her, Melori couldn’t guess. Some Death Watch technique, she supposed. But Melori wasn’t supposed to be able to see him, so she steeled herself and advanced into the pain.

His first bolt struck her in the right shoulder, spinning her partway around, but Melori completed the turn of her own volition and began a mad dash for the edge of the snaking crevasse. With near-misses from the Mandalorian’s blaster prodding her forward, she realized suddenly that her eyes had deceived him. More gaping than it had appeared from her earlier vantage, the chasm should have proved an impossible leap for a young woman – even for one who had spent almost a decade in combat training. The mercenary would expect the supposedly Sitherhood trooper to stop short of the edge and surrender, but instead she quickened her pace and jumped, arms and legs pumping as if to grant her greater momentum.

She allowed herself to slam into the far wall, using the Force to cushion the impact and hooking her hands over an outcropping a few meters below the rim. Having found a narrower gap, the man and the Rodians weren’t long in reaching her, gathering in their supposed invisibility on the rim to gaze down at her.

And now they began to taunt her by kicking debris from the rim in the hope that Melori would lose her grip and plunge to an accidental death.

 

[Nyte Ignis]

Objective: Have Some Fun, Scare Some Kids.
Location: Pool
Allies: [member="Xavka Duquo"] , Lord Ajihad One Sith, Sith Assassins
Enemies: Sunburn and annoying things

Nyte watched as the child ran off. Then her sun was blocked by a large Zabrak and she scooted over to let him come in, "Yes, it was hard, I threatened him though. Seems he is wise beyond his years, as he took it seriously."

She nodded politely at him, "I'm Nyte Ignis." She smiled and relaxed beside him, they seemed to have similar backgrounds, or at least, what she knew of the Zabraki culture, which wasn't much, seemed to suggest such.

"So, how are you enjoying this weather? It seems to be perfect for a little vacation. Though I might be trying to work too hard." She smirked softly, her black eyes drifting up to look him over.

She knew that many viewed her position of the Sin of Lust as a physical comment on herself though truly she was a master at Illusions and Mind control, though she was still somewhat of a novice at it. She felt suddenly trapped, she could feel the slave collar just under the strings of her halter top as it branded her soul more than her flesh now. It was so far inactive, the remote lost now under rubble on Eshan.

Nyte shook herself out of the images in her head and smiled once more at Xavka.

 

[Roger Kranos]

Objective: Lighting it up
Location: Pool Side
Allies: Fire
Enemies: Sobriety
Post: 7/20

What a beautiful thing. The fire was nice too.

The grease gun on a sling, Andi approached to his side. Instincts, drugs, that calm collection! All of it left the idle hand, free of a drink, instinctively fall behind the woman standing next to him, tracing the small of her back with a sharpened nail. Why was it sharpened? Who knows. Kranos knows.

Pulling his hand away from her, he pulled the bottle from the waist strap of his loin cloth. Putting it up to his mouth, he cracked it open and shot it outwards, flinging the rest of the poppers into the fire. They popped as soon as they hit, magic little kernels aerosolized into the atmosphere. Carsanum and glitterstim, suddenly airborne, drifted outward from the pool. For all those who desired to partake and even for those who didn't. By God, people were gonna have fun even if Kranos had to force it down their throat. Just like this guard running up on them.

Was it force magic, was it the alcohol, maybe the drugs? Maybe all three. Either way, the bolt released from the guard towards Kranos smacked against his glass and deflected upwards into the sky. The drug dealer looked down at the broken glass, the alcohol on the pool side floor, and looked back towards the guard. "Hey!" A god among men, Kranos lifted the grease gun and fired, dousing the man with flames. Beautiful embers of goodness, that would heat things up. And what did he do?

The guard ran backwards instead jumping into the fire pool, right into the Tiki Bar. A cinder, lit up like a torch. Kranos almost yelled until he knew it was too late. Too bad, he thought. Lot of good alcohol in there. Oh well. As his hand drifted back over to Andi, he suddenly became very aware of her bathing suit.

"Wow, that's really soft...is that Shimmersilk?" He looked surprised, fighting the urge to touch it just a bit more. "I really like it."

[member="Andais Plaga"]​

 

[Andais Plaga]

Objective: Be the Fire
Location: Pool Side
Allies: Pretty flames
Enemies: Fire extinguishers
Post: 7/20

She was too entranced by the pool of fire and the cloud of carsanum and stim to pay attention to much else. She could hear everything around her, but her mind had latched on to 2 things: his voice and the music pumping through the hidden speakers around the pool. Inhaling deeply, Andi's eyes fluttered as the new addition of drugs entered her lungs and passed the blood barrier on an express train to her brain. Her world pulsed, her head swam and she nearly stumbled as she was all of a sudden unstable on her feet. She barely missed falling into the pool itself, but she managed to keep upright. Just barely.

Her fingers had found the muscles of his arm beneath them and anchored by him, her equilibrium leveled off and she smiled at the rippling flex of his arm. She let the pads of her fingers slide down his arm until they left it around his elbow. She liked the sensation of the friction on her hands. It was heightened and she started to think about how awesome that friction would feel elsewhere on her body. She nodded idly at his question, biting her bottom lip.

"Uh huh, I got it just for this..." Her eyebrows raised in an inquisitive manner as she drawled to him. "I'm digging your loin...cloth."

[member="Roger Kranos"]

 

[Roger Kranos]

Objective: Lighting it up
Location: Pool Side/Penthouse
Allies: A pink haired thing
Enemies: Stamina
Post: 8/20

Complementing the loincloth? That's a surefire way to the tip top. He gave a wavering glance to the world on fire around them and smiled, pushing his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. Grabbing Andi by the hand, he strode off into the direction of the hotel of the resort. "Let me show you something..." He smiled as he threw several thousand credits and the grease gun into the burning tiki bar as they passed. Beta fishes, all of them.

~~~​

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Exhaling loudly, skin torn to shreds. Matching the burns and cigarra outings from a life long passed in the smokey haze of a drug high. One after another, the drug dealer found pleasure wherever it occurred with whomever he found it. And as he lifted his head from the sink, he wiped the snow from his mustache and rubbed his teeth. Blue eyes, vibrant and glowing, kicked in with an unusual form of energy. He was strung out but what was the point if he couldn't push it to the limit? What was the point of all this money, the reservation of the whole penthouse floor, if he couldn't experience it on his own terms?

The steam from the recent shower soothed the nail marks as he wrapped the white robe around his body. Walking back out into the oversized bedroom, he rubbed his nose as he looked towards Andi in the bed. The light was like a moving curtain, dancing across the rose bunny. Kicking the loin cloth across the floor, he pulled up a chair next to a solid wooden table and clicked on the holopad receiver. Cracking his knuckles, he started looking through recent Coruscant Rotary Club transactions. He needed to set up a meeting with @Willhelmine Dahma. Something something art and stuff.

He put on a head set and fired it up.

"Yeah, set up a meeting with Countess Dahma."
"Who?"
"Coun...tess...DAHMA!"

The speaker on the other side, a liaison at the Cream and the Crop Casino, went silent for a moment.

"Tomorrow?"
"No, not likely..."
"When?"

Kranos turned towards Andi and scratched his beard. "Probably gonna be a while." Like it mattered, Kranos bent to no schedule. Schedules bent to him, just like everything else. "Just put it on the books, I'll phone it in."

"How about next week."
"I said I'll phone it in."
"Fine."
"Ciao..." Kranos gave a kiss to the phone before cutting off the transmission.

[member="Andais Plaga"]​

 

[Andais Plaga]

Objective: Good times
Location: Penthouse
Allies: Loincloths & munchies
Enemies: Bathrobes
Post: 8/20

She was loving this bed. It felt like a thousand feathery little bird wings were floating her around the room. Her head was clearing some but she had managed to grab her bag as Roger drug her upstairs. When he was in the bathroom, she pulled out the stim candy pops and happily sucked on them, watching the light dance across the marble floors. There were sooo many colors and shapes in nature and she could have stared at it all day, but there were prettier things to look at over at the desk. Even lounging in a robe, he was a work of art.

She slid off the bed, dragging the sheet she was wrapped in with her. She sat on the edge of the desk in front of him, tying the sheet around her as she looked into the deeply cerulean eyes that were set in his tanned skin, jewels of the heavens plucked for his angelic face.

"I'm hungry..." She grinned, sucking on her candy pop, emeralds sparkling with mischief and mirth. And a lot of karking drugs.

 

[Vrag]

[11/20]
Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Drana'stair'eno"]​

The blast shook the whole corridor, and it was all she and Ygdris could to to stay upright as the pyroclastic wave hit them. She had to grab onto the doorframe for additional stability, and her Vonduun was forced to dig its claws into the precious rug covering the length of the hall so they weren't leveled like the chiss had been.

A good thing too, considering what followed next.

Vrag pulled back behind the gaping doorway as the hail of laser bolts came hissing in her direction, but not before a few met her armor with angry, sizzling sounds, irritating the Skerr Kyrric more than anything else. With her back flush against the wall — crumbling paint and all — the Sith doubled down upon the reeling crab covering her body, demanding its obedience and tranquility as they both readied themselves for what was waiting on them around that corner.

"Sithspit," the firrerreo muttered under her breath as she lifted her saber with both hands, falling back on her Niman for the blaster fire she was about to confront. She urged her muscles to relax so that she could maximize her speed and therefore the ground she would cover while the soldiers were shooting at her; it was going to be unpleasant either way, but that, too, was simply part of her job description. Getting shot at, that is.

She burst out from her temporary hiding place like that same black blur again, sliding low at the last moment as she came in to tackle the formation waiting on her to reappear from behind that wall. Most of the bolts flew overhead simply by virtue of her adjustment in height, and Vrag would've congratulated herself for the inspired thought if she weren't too busy slicing the guards' legs in half at the knees and calves.

That was going to hurt like a karking schutta for those few seconds that they remained breathing before she put an end to their sad lives with a few decisive flicks of her wrist.

 

[Disciple]

[11/20]​

Objective: 2​

Allies: [member="Vrag"]​

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He should hear the sounds of blaster fire, or a saber. He should feel clarity, clarity from pain, spurring him forward. But shock held the reigns just then, causing his mind to cloud and vision to swim, ears practically blown out by the proximity. One browned hand launched itself forward, cracked nails sinking into the carpet. With a scrap of fabric, Astaire heaved himself forward.

His other arm wasn't moving, though, for some reason, preventing him from dragging with it. So instead, he extended the first and pulled once more, drawing himself forward, blood marring the carpet like a tarmac of red behind him. Sound returned as though he'd surfaced from beneath the waves, bringing his mind back to reality as adrenaline reasserted itself. Pushing himself up unsteadily, he blinked dead eyes at the group ahead.

You should kill them.

"She already is." Because you were too lazy to do it yourself.

"Kriff you." Astaire retorts in a dry voice, shambling his way forward like a B-holo horror villain. Reaching his right arm over to his left, he popped the arm back into its socket before pausing, the pain making him vomit. The convulsions drew further blood from the lacerations on his back, tearing at them and sending sharp spikes of pain further into his mind. But he continued his advance a few moments later, expulsions forgotten almost immediately.

She has a plan.

Why do you follow? You are not part of it.

"I should be."

Why?

"I suffer."

Just wait. I'm sure her fellows will find a way to... improve that part of you.

 

[Vrag]

[12/20]
Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Drana'stair'eno"]​

She rolled over a twitching body with her boot, the buzzing red blade of her saber hovering a fraction of an inch away from his bloodied face. The Sith kneeled on his chest with slow, calculated motions, drinking in the agonal gasps that escaped from his throat as her weight settled upon his broken body. Ribs creaked in protest, threatening to cave in under two hundred pounds of muscle and hard chitin. The spikes of Vonduun sank into his flesh in a single fluid motion, and there was an ugly wheeze as one of them pierced the pleura.

His eyes bulged, then, and his ragged breath increased in frequency tenfold as he scrambled to cover the hole to no avail. In a few seconds, his lung would collapse fully, and the rest of his weakened body would follow suit, stretching out the suffering of moments into what would likely seem like hours.

She reached forward and snapped his neck.

The chiss had managed to pull himself together in the meantime, it seemed, and reached the Sith Lord just as she rose to her full height again, deactivating the saber with a minute movement of her thumb against the leather grip. She gave the blue man a quick once-over, then simply turned on her heel and moved towards the next set of stairs.

Two more floors to go.

All in all, the escapade was turning out to be rather more invigorating than she'd initially expected it to be, and for all her cold demeanor, Vrag didn't really mind the unlikely partner in crime she'd picked up on the way. It was good to have someone to sink all those bolts for you.

 

[Lassiter]

[1/20]

"Secure it." her stoic command would echo

Soldiers began marching towards the cathedral as the eerie song reverberated around the troops. It was still something she was getting used to. The transition from working on her own to leading had went just about as smooth as one would expect. From a lowly murderer on the streets to a leader of men. It had taken a lot out of her. Not that Sena would ever admit to herself that she was something so crude as a killer or a murderer. No, she was a weapon for the goddess’ chosen. Nothing more and nothing less.

"Make sure no damage comes to the Cathedral..." her voice would penetrate the ongoing sound of shuttles

With the orders relayed Sena nodded her head once in affirmation. A current of soldiers headed towards the cathedral and she followed alongside them. The saber on her belt brushed against her hip as soldier after soldier sprinted ahead of her. To her it was almost as if Sena was stuck in a bubble that the others had to step around. A small eye of the storm, a quiet before the chaos.

Blaster fire sounded off in the distance. It was time to seize a monument to the goddess. It was time for Sena to prove herself again.