Manifest Destiny | Dominion of Copero

[Darth Banshee]

As the force bellowed echo around the room, the blast came back at her. It hit with a force enough to throw her to ground, she was dazed her ears where ringing in pain. She thought to herself, note to self do not, I repeat not. Uses that in confined space again. She struggled to find her feet, as she was dizzy. She put her hand to her ears, and then realized they where wet. She moved her hand away, they blood on them. She only hoped the others, in the room was just as bad or worse off.

She moved herself against the wall, and propped herself up against it and sat down. Her ears where throbbing in pain, and she getting a head ache. Then a man stumbled towards her, and said You shutta, you killed them all. His face was streaming with blood, coming from his ears and nose. He then raised his hand and pointed his blaster at her, and pulled the trigger. He missed her head, but the sound shot went through her. As it vibrated against the wall, they both had to put over their ears as did. The noise was quite painful, to say the least.

She realized the man dropped his blaster as he did, she then reached out and used the force. She felt around his neck, and began to crush it. uglhh was noise he made as he did, at least he died quietly. She then sent message to [member="Darth Mierin"], The command center is neutralized. She held the ear part of her comm unit, towards her neck as she spoke so if she time to reply. it would not hurt her.

 

[Raijin Arashi]

I caught [member="Mala Kulan"] in a Force grip and laid him back on his feet, just in time to see the Jedi leap at me, instead. Right into my fist. I yelled "Cover your ears!" in Mala's general direction, and let out a scream that made the Jedi twitch as if he was having a seizure. Most likely, I'd deafened him, even through his mask. I tore the mask from his face, to reveal an oldish Chiss man, with his face tightened into a grimace of pain.

He got back up, and was thrown back into a wall. I seriously hoped Mala had covered his ears, because his ears had been devoid of protection.

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] @James Mathison [member="Countess of Báthory"] [member="Darth Odium"] [member="Arturious Engel"] [member="Seras Goto"] [member='Darth Banshee']

 

[Darth Nephthys]

[member="Darth Odium"]

And lo and behold, they would fight together. One mute with another mute -- how weird was that? Bet it made things a bit difficult to communicate, but Nephthys made due. It wasn't the same Force bond connection that she had with her twin, but she at the very least had fought along with the Nautolan enough to become familiar with his method of fighting and style.


Two Chiss would come at them, sending a volley of blaster bolts in their direction. With a twirl of her saber, she would deflect the bolts, walking with firm determination to cut down the space between them.

 

[Vulpesen]

"I am here." The three words of confirmation were the only one's that came out of Tsolan's mouth as he once again followed [member="Alexandra Cinthra"], never far behind her as they ran through the area. He didn't care about any greater plans. He simply did what he was told and moved where his blade was needed. As he noticed one man try a run at his friend, the man simply raised a crooked finger and sent a bolt of lightning his way. A single shot to the head and the man dropped to the ground, completely motionless. Sometimes might wasn't required. Simply the ability to find those little cracks in their defense.

 

[Akanias]

Aristocra's Palace.

The Sith's shuttle descended straight towards the Palace. At that point in time, the droid that was located within the cockpit began to fire at the roof of the palace, hopefully in an area where there were little to any other Sith operatives, and pressing the button to open the door of the starship, Astraios force leapt out and activated the jetpack that he wore as the starship descended into the weakened structure.

It crashed of course, most certainly blew up and shrapnel was presumably launched in every direction on the inside of the building and the outside. The ship would have most likely descended several floors and maybe even to the first floor as the Sith Apprentice descended through the hole that he had created.

Probably not the best entrance, but it was certainly the loudest.

There were scratches and marks on his mask however, letting the cold seep into his clothes from where rubble had launched straight up into him, and unbuckling himself from the jetpack he walked down a hallway, away from where the jetpack was unfortunately going to have to explode.

Mostly because the writer loved explosions and things that went boom.

Turning back around to the way he came, he scratched the back of his head in thought.

Was that even necessary?

 

[Tefka]

[member="James Mathison "][member="Arturious Engel"]

Tsavong dove in on the seven guards that had engaged [member="Bond"], the droid. The Yuuzhan Vong hybrid scowled. He hated droids. But for the One Sith, he would make do. For his new love of melding Yuuzhan Vong technology and galactic technology, he would make do. It was a new Galaxy, and despite his inherent racism towards droids and their ilk, even those that dressed up as them - Tsavong was willing to let it slide in his mind. Yun-Amon had commanded it so. The God of Evolution had brought a new culture to Tsavong's people, and a new era to the dynasty of the Yuuzhan Vong.

And the Myrshavong followed suit.

He turned to James.

"Master? I am no Master, Acolyte. I am not Sith," he responded, turning a shoulder into a nearby Chiss guard's head, caving it in against the wall. A razor bug was flung out to catch the last of the Chiss Guard's in the chest, slamming him into the floor as the insect tore him apart.

Tsavong turned to Arcturious.

"ON ME. I can smell the Aristrocrats now," he roared. "It's... only the one." He stared at a staircase that led up to the top floor of the palace. He turned to all of the Sith present with him.

[member="Darth Tsolan"] [member="Darth Nephthys"]

"JOIN ME, BROTHERS!"

[member="Astraios Blackhand"] [member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

"JOIN ME IN TAKING COPERO FOR THE ONE SITH."

With battle rage in his eyes and his adrenaline pumping, Tsavong leapt up the stairs and headed towards the room that held the last remaining Noble of Copero.

 

[Raijin Arashi]

I let [member="Tsavong Kraal"]'s hatred of droids wash over me... I decided to surprise him. One of the surviving Chiss was trying to charge up to him. I lazily sent a blast of lightning from my palm, into the man's head, overloading his brain.



It was totally worth the confused look on the Vong's face. I wish I'd had a camera to record the moment. But then more Jedi jumped in on me, Tsavong, [member="Astraios Blackhand"], [member="Darth Tsolan"], Mala, and [member='Darth Nephtys']. I pulled another lightsaber from a dead body, and turned to face the attackers.

 

[Cerusia Shamalain]

Green eyes peered out from beneath the cowl of the Dreadlady's ensemble. Pitch was the hue of choice, marbled by metallic scrollings of long dead languages. The armor itself was a vector for the power contained within the woman it adorned, manifesting a fog of darkside around her with an aura of terror, of despair. Anyone who had known her predecessor might've mistaken the signature for his own - and for very legitimate reasons.

Keenly she watched the horizon, settled into a thick silence as she took in the view of the factory, the woman then slowly turned her gaze to the man beside her.

"You have commandeered a factory before?" she spoke, voice corrupted by a resonating demonic rumble that seemed to curl into a chirp at her inquiry. Apparently even near death, the loss of her self, and a force-enduced coma couldn't mar the otherwise strangely literal and pragmatic ways.

The Dreadlady considered this before looking back towards their target, "Your previous experience will prove helpful." Then, without further words, she calmly stepped forward and over the edge of the cliff - lean, black armored figure dropping like a stone.

[member="Sven Talith"]

 

[Sven Talith]

[member="Silva Talith"]
He chuckled slightly, Sable always made him do that.

She jumped before he could object to her statement, wanting to tell her that no, he had in fact never disabled a factory before and he had instead been referring to their working together. His wife however had other thoughts and instead chose to jump on ahead without him. He let out a loud sigh, and picked up the rope from where it lay on the floor.

Unlike Sable, he couldn't jump from vast distances without any harm. He looped the rope into his belt, securing it and then stapling it to the ground with a small airbust gun. The metal stuck into the thick rock, and Sven let himself drop over the edge.

Quickly he repelled down the edge of the cliff, jumping and giving himself more and more slack until finally, he landed besides Sable.

As soon as he touched the ground he loosed the rope from his belt, pulling his WESTAR-43 from its holster and slamming the safety off. Immediately he motioned to his wife to move in first. There was no illusion within their marriage, Sven was well aware that in their relationship, Sable was the powerhouse.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

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

"Way ahead of you big guy..." She had been heading up to the room as she heard the Vong scream from behind her and with a laugh she reached the doors, plunging her sabers into them and cutting a hold into it as she knew Tsolan would cover her back and soon it was cut. She didn't push it in though, no she gathered a burst of energy into her hands and blew the metal into the room, crushing two unlucky souls under it as she jumped through and dispatched the other two guards by grabbing them and slamming them into the walls.

Her focus turned on the noble now, one of her sabers returned to her belt as she walked over to him and grabbed him by the collar and she looked into his eyes... terror. That was all she saw and she turned her head as regret and shame fell off her as she forced her blade into his heart, hearing his last gasped that nearly forced Alexandra into tears, she didn't like this, the man was defenseless, he was just an innocent target that the sith wanted gone and now she was killing him for them. It took everything she had not to show tears as she felt the man die in her hands before she dropped him and let her blade end, the saber returned to her belt as she just stood there with head down in shame at what she had caused.

 

[Taral Mirtis]

Galen smiled back at [member="Alexandra Cinthra"]. "Neither as brutal, nor as entertaining," was his only reply in regards to discovering the location of the royal family. She had taken a more humane route, which was fine, the results were the same, but the satisfaction Glane had gained from the brutal destruction of the man before him, both mentally and physically was something that brought true joy to the hybrid. Following behind her, he covered her along with [member="Darth Tsolan"] as she burst through doors and he simply stood and watched as she killed the defenseless noble. When she was done, he walked forward, a glint in his eyes of a hunger that would unnerve most, even battle hardened veterans. "Shall we continue on now? Or do you wish to pa your last respects to this," Galen nudged the now dead noble with the toe of his boot, "now worthless corpse?"

He wouldn't wait for a reply however, instead he would bound forward, engaging a lazy run forward. He knew he was close to the Royals, and despite not caring if he wasn't the ones who caught them, at least not overly much, he knew that the prestige would be worthwhile later. He knew he would have to make a name for himself among these Sith if he ever wished to advance further along in his time here. Stepping through two ornamented doors, Galen strolled, Thief lazily held in his hand, through. "Well, well, well. Hellow ladies and gentlemen! What do we have here? A ball? Or perhaps a congregation?" Galen would raise his hands high before continuing, "Have you all came to repent and accept Bogan as your one true god, and the Emperor of our powerful Empire as your rightful ruler and prophet of the Lord of the Dark?"

He doubted they would, but theatrics were entertaining for the hybrid, and he was ready to defend himself, when the time came, but for now, he held the attention and curiosity of the majority, he could feel it exuding from them.

 

[Cerusia Shamalain]

Wind roaring past, cloak lashing overhead in the wind and ground approaching fast, the Dreadlady's figure was lost within a growing plume of black fog. It landed with a surge of air and billowed across the grounds, roiling along the pavement leading towards the factory entrance. There would be no subtlety about what they did tonight. No sneaking, no quiet deaths. That wasn't her MO and it certainly had never been a talent of her former Master.

The black fog spilled further upwards, dissipating as her figure reformed from within the smoke to join her husband. She strode by him and made way along the pavement towards the factory entrance, boots sounding deftly with every step. Security detail here was not something of concern - lifting them off the ground and dropping them from substantial heights took care of them easily enough, especially when the circuits of their blasters mysteriously went on the fritz.

Of course there was also Sven, disarming them as they dropped.

A short while later the Dreadlady strode in through the entrance and into the foyer, greeted by an empty reception desk. She strode over to it and leaned to quietly look over the rim. Vacant.

"This is very inconvenient," the woman uttered to herself.

[member="Sven Talith"]

 

[Sawa Ike]

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

Sawa looked on as she saw Alexandra kill someone and she moved. her hands coming around and speaking as she moved her arm to shake the girl. "Hey wake up. We have a battle to fight." Sawa looked on and twirled the blades for a moment before throwing one into a chiss and pulling it out with the force. The fire bringing a glow to her silvery eyes. Her movements rigid and solid as she jumped up and came down bringing a chunk of earth into the air to kick into a chiss getting a splat. "Move and wake up."

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Kezeroth had been in the fray and was fighting enjoying battle against 10+ Chiss. The Monsterous Gen'Dai deflected the multiple directions of blaster fire slipping up few tiems taking injury but it didnt concern him it made him more with his Rage. After dispatching the group with the force push of a Grenade Kezeroth held his Light-Pike over his head and roared in his Glory and then turned his head to Hear and see the rest of the assault. The Gen'Dai desired to be on the front lines and rushed quickly dashing and leaping large distances with the Force heading to the Palace. Chiss ran seeing the massive Gen'Dai leap around with ease. An 8'5ft Gen'Dai armored in Old Sith Slave Armor was a frightning sight.

At this Point Kezeroth was now bull rushing to the Palace, pointing his Light-Pike in front of him to impale those slow enough and shove and throw out the way those foolish to attack him. the Gen'Dai reached the Palace leaving a long line of knocked over Chiss and Vehicles. Kezeroth found himself by [member="Sawa Ike"], [member="Galen Otros"] and [member="Alexandra Cinthra"]. Kezeroth has some history with Alexandra and held a small grudge but this was not the time to do any action. His massive body swung around with power dispatching the anymore Chiss the came behind them. They were no match for a Raging Gen'Dai.

" Blood and Glory!!! Move your karking wastes of a body you fools & Join the Real battle." Kezeroth barked

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

"I... why did i kill him... i..." She stared at the dead man as her mind raced and she just stood there even as [member="Sawa Ike"] shook her, literally frozen in place at what she had done, unable to contemplate the reality that she had killed him as he had been defenseless. Her mind could not register that level of killing, it was tripping over itself and trying to understand that she had killed him simply for the fact that she did, not in self defense like all the others. Her mind just could not register that and so she stood there as the Gen'dai and the other woman arrived, unresponsive as she continued to mutter to herself.

[member="Kezeroth Barcu"] [member="Sawa Ike"] [member="Galen Otros"] [member="Darth Tsolan"]

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Darth Nephthys"]


Odium moved with the practiced speed and violence as he used his Shii-Cho training to great effect. The bolts of the Chiss were batted away by Darth Nephthys and Odium's blade went snick-snack and took their lives. They were not the most in sync pair that ever was but the two mutes seemed to understand each other well enough to read the flow of the fight.

<<Your left.>> Odium said telepathically as he reached for her in the force to share with her his thoughts as they fought.

 

[Raijin Arashi]

I threw another Jedi into the build ing in front of me.... This was getting old fast. He leaped back to me, just in time to get my blades through his lungs. Great job, really. I noted that this bunch mostly didn' have helmets or masks....

Huge mistake.

"COVER YOUR EARS, GUYS!"

I pulled the nearest Jedi to me, and he caught the full force of another Scream in his ears. He crumpled to the ground.


[member='Darth Odium'] [member='Alexandra Cinthra'] [member='Kezeroth Barcu'] [member='Sawa Ike'] [member='Silva Talith'] [member='Darth Banshee']

 

[Arturious Engel]

Arturious smiles enjoying the carnage as the bodies piled up almost saddened at their question coming to an end. Arturious started to get a little annoyed at the constant force screams from the walking pile of scrap metal but shrugged it off as they pushed forward.

Arturious caught back up to the group and smiled as Alexandra delivered a solid killing blow with a smile stepping up beside her and Sawa. When Sawa shook Alexandra Arturious chuckled.


"Give her a minute she will be fine."

Arturious stayed by Alexandra's side motioning the others forward.

"We will catch up in due time."

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] [member="Tsavong Kraal"] [member="Sawa Ike"]

 

[Raijin Arashi]

I switched to a sort of messy Soresu, and screamed at the Jedi again, this time simply a challenge, with no real power behind it. A Chiss soldier came up and shot at me, but a quick bit of lightning through his armor, and he collapsed.

A Jedi in ornate armor walked up.... A Battlemaster.

Damn.

He leaped over me, and formed up into some odd form of Juyo I'd never seen before. No matter what I did, I couldn't get past his unmoving guard. I tried to push him with the Force, but I got knocked back twenty meters, and he leaped towards me again. I decided that I'd need a trump card.

I just had to figure out what.

 

[Darth Atrox]

The Sith's reply to the Jedi attack was a frantic onslaught of attacks, taking down their guard with ease and slaying them. "I think they're Chiss." he shouted, leaping over another and stabbing it in the back. The Dathomiri regrouped with the Magnaguard, his brow furrowing. "I'll hold of the guards, you take this Battlemaster on." he suggested, using a Force Push on a battalion approaching. The Zabrak certainly wasn't expecting this much resistance.
[member="Bond"]