Manifest Destiny | Dominion of Copero

[Seras Goto]

The mechanical breathing came as Seras stood over the chiss on the table, she had pulled him off from his group and thrown him on the table. Her blade flashing as she quickly sliced and his face was a mess of lines that quickly bled leaving a mask of blood. She was laughing more down before his throat was a gaping gash and wiped the blade on his chest watching the spurting and gasping before she moved about. Turnign around and sliding around until she was near another chiss jamming the knife under his rib and piercing his heart with her hand under his jaw and pulled him closer to her.

 

[Taral Mirtis]

Galen was a blur as blasters whizzed through the air and his body twisted and contorted around the bolts. His blade, Thief was a whirl as well, deflecting the bolts that Galen's body could not dodge. all the while he advanced, his eyes trained on the contingent of soldiers on the stairs up to the next level. At the Vong's words, Galen grinned, a maddening grin of one who truly drew a sadistic pleasure from this for no other reason than the Dark stranger being sated for a moment at the blood spilled. Thief even seemed to be joyed, pleased to be used as it was meant to, and pleased to be allowing its master to feel such joy. A joy it could tell as it slowly and slightly drained at its master for sustenance.

When the silver haired Sith charged forward, Galen would not be one to be out shown. So, he lowered himself, gathering the Force into his body and channeling it into his legs, springing up and forward until he landed behind the group of Chiss soldiers. Smiling, Galen waved at the soldiers he was now behind. "Where are the royals?" At that, they began to open fire, and Galen's body contorted in unimaginable ways. Even with his heightened reflexes he was still clipped multiple times in the legs and shoulder, but the hybrid did not seem to be fazed. Still smiling his insane grin, "That's not nice. Rude people don't get to live," and with that he was among them. His blade singing a sweet, whistling tune of war and blood as it gutted Chiss. Calling out to [member="Alexandra Cinthra"], Galen yelled, "Cover me!"

Hoping he would be covered, and not wasting a moment, Galen rushed a single Chiss, his left hand wrapping around the man's throat and slamming him against the wall. "Now now Mr. Chiss? Shall we be polite?" His reply was saliva in his face, and Galen's grip on the man's throat tightened, "No? Then I'll be rude as well," and he tore into the Chiss' mind. He was no skilled extractor of information, but even an amateur could bludgeon a man's mental capacities enough to render him a witless, slobbering, mess. And, that was what Galen did. "Now, let's try again. Where is the Royal Family?"

 

[James Mathison]

James saw the massive Vong Sith destroying the outmatched Chiss soldiers left and right. Dodging a shot from a passing soldier, James leapt down onto his shoulders, crushing his collar bones and stabbing his extendable blade into the faceplate of the soldier's helmet. Running towards the Vong giants position but still giving him a wide birth, James spoke.


"Sorry I'm late master Kraal. Where would you have my blades?"

[member="Tsavong Kraal"]

 

[Darth Nephthys]

[member="Darth Odium"] would find that Darth Nephthys would be standing beside him once he turned. She was after all, sneaky sneaky. No worries, she'd seen him eat up souls before. The Goddess willed it.

But it was now time to do what had to be done, and in this she would fight along Darth Odium for the One wished it. She would be his Shield to his sword, and in this, perhaps like her brother, fight as one.

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Cyrena couldn't be bothered to be dealing with such things as petty fighting and the claiming of more Chiss Shipyards. It was all beneath her, really. Instead she focused on gathering the intel from before and making use of it. In this she would send word to Ascendant Industries's CEO [member="Davin"] for a meeting. One would hope he would take her invitation and discuss his company's future with the One Sith.

A similar invitation would be sent to [member="Sila Blaire"] for Csillian Labs. However, regardless if they accepted her offer or not, she already sent Chiss infiltrators to enter as employees for both companies. Both came from good Houses and were full blooded Chiss above reproach, just that they had agreed towards the benefits of One Sith leadership.

Baby steps it was all. If she could get her men into those companies... well what they could do in the long run was mere speculation.

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Tsavong Kraal"]

Odium looked over and quickly finished taking the life he had been toying with as instructed but it had been fun for the moment. Odium looked to the Vahla Sith woman and nodded hiding his surprise at just how quietly she had arrived at his side. He held the Sword of Ieldis in his hand and moved in unison with Nephthys they had met before but had not yet fought together. He sliced through the line of guards focusing on the offensive while she would handle the defensive.

A perfect weapon they would be as they rent the Chiss asunder for the glory of the One.

 

[Raijin Arashi]

As I attempted to follow the strike force, I ran into a rearguard of Chiss with heavy weapons. This oughta be fun.

They barely noticed me initially, because there were lots of people walking around in trenchcoats like mine, but then I drew my electrostaff, and they all aimed their guns at my head. They weren't to know that decapitating me wouldn't do much... A droid of the kind my body was hadn't been seen in almost a millennium.

The lead man took aim and fired. The shot never made it past my staff.

I decided to try to end this with minimal damage, and tried a Force scream. It took me a couple tries with this relatively new symbiotic bond I have, but most of the Chiss weren't wearing helmets, and they writhed in agony, holding the sides of their heads as the scream popped eardrums and destroyed internal ear bones.

There were still seven left... and they opened fire.

[member="Tsavong Kraal"] [member="Sawa Ike"] [member="Darth Tsolan"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Arturious Engel"]

 

[Arturious Engel]

Arturious nodded to [member="Tsavong Kraal"] with a small smile before leaping into the next group of guards thrusting his saber into the chest of the first and with his free hand throwing a ball of Force Shock into the next stunning the man. Arturious watched with satisfaction at the man twitched for a brief moment before Arturious cleaved the man's head off spinning his saber around in his hand impaling a third guard behind him.

Arturious had begun to like this little trips to exotic places.................and killing everyone there.


[member="Darth Tsolan"] [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] [member="Bond"] @James Mathison

 

[Darth Atrox]

Mala Kulan's red blade was quickly ignited, his black cloak dropped to the floor as he decapitated a single Chiss guard straggler, the Zabrak then parrying back blaster bolts, from another troop, all finding a home into the shooter's chest. Mala sprinted to catch up with the group, no longer donning his cloak, which had taken some fire and was burnt to a crisp. "How fun." he muttered simply as he reached the group of Sith, his Saber firmly held in his hand, ready for an attack at any moment.

 

[Raijin Arashi]

One shooter took the electric shock of the staff to the throat, and I chucked some lightning at the next one, who twitched violently and collapsed. That left five more, and only the programmed reflexes of my droid body were keeping me alive.

It was exhilarating.

I held the staff close to the end, and swung it like a bat, crushing the shoulder of one, and the lower arm of another. I sent lightning into the barrel of one of the remaining rifles, which exploded, peppering the remaining three soldiers with shrapnel. I decided that I didn't want to kill these guys. They'd fought well, and they deserved to live.

"Surrender, and I will make sure you are treated well. You've seen what I can do. Come, work for me."

[member="Mala Kulan"] [member="Arturious Engel"] [member="Darth Odium"] [member="Countess of Báthory"] [member="Darth Nephthys"]

 

[Darth Atrox]

A sudden ignition of a Lightsaber like weapon caught the Zabrak's attention. His green eyes looked at an alcove, where a slight buzz and green light eminated. Suddenly, another sound was head, and Mala was surrounded by about 5 soldiers, each equipped with a Lightsaber Pike. His saber was ignited, and a battle started, his Ataru style working efficiently. Mala's saber met the chest of one of the squad leaders, who instantly died. Soon, there was a pile of dead Chiss, who were all packed into a hole, and the pikes in also. He wiped a bead of sweat off his brow. He sprinted off towards the group. Again.

 

[Raijin Arashi]

I watched as the remaining Chiss laid down their weapons at my feet and bowed. Why were they bowing? I'd just offered to hire them, not become their god or anything. When they took off their helmets, I saw a couple of pretty faces, and made a mental note of them. Sure, I couldn't even kiss them, but why not look at them, at least?

They rose from their positions, but I knocked them aside with the Force as a lightsaber came flying at my face. I managed to knock it aside with my staff, picked it up, and looked for the source of the attack.

And then a Jedi, cloaked and masked, attacked, his remaining two sabers activated and aiming for my face.

[member="Mala Kulan"] [member="Arturious Engel"]

 

[Darth Atrox]

He could feel a tremor in the force, and sprinted away, toward Bond, leaping over the Jedi and stood by the Magnaguard, in a battle ready stance. "Jedi?" his tone was a mixture of confusion and excitement, studying the Jedi, taking in minor detail of his and the droid's enemy.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Galen Otros"] [member="Darth Tsolan"]

She watched the man and laughed as she ran past him and cut through the guards that had been left alive, glancing at Galen for a second before speaking. "Just follow me, i already did that, and with a little less.... forcefulness." She snapped her head forward again and let lightning run through her arm as she stared at a guard, a pain in her side now as she realized he had shot her and without a tinge of hate or pain fueling her power but an emotion all too different. Her hand raised and she let lightning course out from her just long enough to bring the Chiss into a quivering ball as she grabbed her sabers again and ripped into the next man, both sabers plunged hilt deep and pulled out from the sides as she she tossed him to the side. "Fox Face, you still behind me?" She said as she glanced around for any more guards in the area.

 

[Darth Atrox]

Since the Magnaguard had stopped moving, the Sith leaped at the Jedi, and with a stabbing motion. Instantly, he was hit away by the warrior. Mala pushed out a hand, flinging the Jedi back to a stone wall. "Come on then, Droid." he hissed, holding the Jedi against the wall, slamming him repeatedly, before slinging him at another.

 

[Darth Atrox]

Deciding quickly to finish off the Jedi, Mala lifted his hand into the air, drawing it in close, slowly closing his fist, the Force constricting itself around the victim, to the point it's movement was restricted. He slung his lightsaber toward the Jedi, stabbing it. His grip loosened, and the person dropped to the floor. Finally, he pulled out his blade, watching the life finally ebb out of the warrior.

 

[Raijin Arashi]

As the Jedi jumped at me, I stabbed out with the saber and the staff to feint at his chest... He didn't impale himself on the weapons, obviously. That would've been hemorrhagingly stupid of him. He knocked both my weapons out of the way, and slashed at my head...

... right as I turned away, sending flying past me into a wall. I saw [member="Mala Kulan"] next to me, trying not to grin at the Jedi who'd just faceplanted into the duracrete sidewalk. The Jedi got up, tore off his cloak and mask, and picked up his still-ignited sabers. When he charged at me, I took note of his use of Shii-cho to try and disarm me.... Which really didn't work, because my electrostaff is made of phrik. Then he used Soresu to block me and Mala from hitting him, even with our combined force. He was then leaping up and around us a lot, in a from I recognized as sloppy Ataru...

I finally just punched him in the chest. He got a nice taste of electricity when the staff hit his body armor, and he leaped backwards, trying to escape my blows. I gestured to Mala, and we began our pursuit.


[member="Arturious Engel"] [member="Seras Goto"] [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Countess of Báthory"] [member="Darth Odium"] [member="Galen Otros"]


(Try not to double post, Mala)

 

[Darth Atrox]

The Zabrak sprinted forward, him too a practitioner of Ataru. His blade left his hand, but the throw only skimmed the armour. "Feth." he spat, throwing objects they were running past at it, with the Force. (Lets say 2 Jedi. xD)

 

[Raijin Arashi]

I leaped over the now-dead Jedi, and swung my staff into the second one with an audible whistling noise. Then I realized that the whistling noise was a hole in my staff.

Damn.

I discarded the staff, and drew the lightsaber that the first Jedi had thrown at me... And it was pink.... I felt so emasculated.... [member="Mala Kulan"] was swinging his blade at the other Jedi, and I joined in, aiming a slicing attack on his hand. I was surprised to find that my blade only cut part of the way through, revealing a smoking layer of black metal under the gloves of the man's robe.

"He's wearing phrik!"

Mala nodded his understanding, and we went back at it.

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] [member="Arturious Engel"] [member="Darth Odium"] [member="Countess of Báthory"] [member="Seras Goto"]

 

[Darth Atrox]

"Excellent." he muttered, stepping back and releasing a huge Force Push, sending the Jedi backward. This was one of the moments he wished he'd learnt Force Lightning in the Temple, but oh well. Mala gave the Jedi a stab, meeting his stomach. The end result was a flash of blinding light and a dazed Zabrak. The Jedi's boot met his face, and Mala flew back.