Skirmish Mission to Malachor | EotL vs. Diarchy Skirmish on Malachor

[Iellax Pellis]

Objective: Eliminate Opposition
Location: Ashlan Temple Facility - Malachor
Outfit: Armor
Tags: Lissa | Diarch Rellik

Lissa showed the patience that had been trained into her since she had come forth from the cloning vast. She had gotten more attention from Iellax, but less from other Verum trainers who saw Lissa as unfit due to her unique and noteworthy shape. Iellax claimed Lissa for her team immediately, arguing with the Director and the scientists that Lissa would make a better than ok Verum agent. To make sure that was the case time and effort was put into Lissa's training and a significant bind between Iellax and the shapely clone.

Iellax was honestly a bit surprised that the mind trick had gone over so easily. There was much going on. Their adversary was just completing a communique and was under the assumption they had arrived first. Or it might be as simple as the competition didn't send their best to the library. A bit of arrogance allowed Iellax to stand still and allow Lissa the first strike to test their prey. As the distractions compounded, Lissa lashed out low. If Iellax was more cautious, she could have struck high at the same time and likely ended the fight before it even started. But that just wasn't Iellax' way.

<<Masterful strike, Precious, now it is my turn,>> Iellax communicated to Lissa with pride. The opponent was hobbled, but the element of surprise was now gone. They could still be sneaky, but there was no way they would get as clean a shot as what Lissa had just landed again.

"Oh. Why thank you. One of many tricks you'll see," dropping her stealth for just a moment to make herself seem by the enemy. Another act of arrogance. She then melded back into the shadows stalking forward quickly for a strike. As she did so the room became shrouded in smoke. Iellax smirked thinking that this would be in her favor.

Then she ignited the blades on her right gauntlet and moved to attack. Only now in the smoke there were multiple targets. Iellax was smart enough to know that there was still but one foe, but she was not strong enough at detecting Force presences to know which of the images was real.

<<Frak. Illusions. Strike swiftly and move to the next if you hit only air,>> Iellax sent a message to Lissa. She did exactly what she advised. Lunging at the closest "enemy" when her blades slashed through nothing and the illusion disappeared, Iellax kept going, lashing at the next. It was an illusion too.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Verum Light Armor Mk. II
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • Verum Gauntlet Lightsaber - R
    • Verum Gauntlet Lightsaber - L
  • Utility
    
    • FAE/U-01 "Serenity" Anti-Signal Field System
• Verum Masking Ring

 

[Maldor Mecetti]

Malachor V, Outer Rim Territories, Chorlian sector, Malachor system;
Inside the hidden storage facility of the Ashlan Crusade.
Tags: Diarch Reign | Her​

"Following the Empire's victory over the rebellion my apprentice commands the largest fleet in the Empire of the Lost. His victories at Lothal, Mon Calamari and Maldra 4 have made him a hero in the Tion Cluster granting him prominence, influence, and power in the Empire of the Lost. Our Fifth Wing has taken over the New Imperial Security Bureau; it's special task force in the Imperial Immortals; and has infiltrated the ranks of the other Imperial military branches-- all the while being backed, and supported by a member of the Dark Council on Jutrand."

The change in Darth Trigonus was subtle.

In fact, it was so subtle that a thousand observers might not have noticed it, even were he the central feature in an arena of witnesses.

A slight shift in the focus of those yellow eyes.

Weight which was resting on both feet now fell more heavily on one over the other.

A one-degree rotation of his hips.

"...The Sith Order is sick yes, The SITH as a whole, are sick. You need to evolve, change, or be put down...."

Darth Trigonus' hand moved. A half-centimeter lower, slipping a single fingertip beneath the edge of his robe.

"...One day the man at your side will betray you, just as you did your master. The Old Ways need to die, to be replaced with something pure..."

A breath drawn, marginally deeper than the breath which had come before it.

 

[Jonathan Savage]

Location: TEMPLE FOYER
EST 1300hrs
//EXECUTE LAUNCH///>

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A Diarchy Drop Ship swooped over the rocky terrain. The back of the life boat type ship was open, and sitting in a seat with legs poised and his helm one was a towering figure in heavy armor, the metal of which shimmered beneath the light. His armor was thick and made of alloy of Beskar, the very metal of his people. A coating of cotosis, and a shielding, experimental, to protect him from fire. This Warrior had come because he was needed, that was the n in DEMON. The comms came alive in his helm from the Pilot,
"ETA! Three minutes!"

The drop ship made a sharp right tern towards The Temple, guns were firing from the turrent placements. The bolts exploded in air near the ship, causing it to shake all over,
"We are are in for some chop! ETA 1 minute! Get Tactical!"
The Master Chief stood up, his helm nearly touching the inner roof as he grabbed his Besckad and slide it in cloth sheath at his waist, then taking some detonators he placed them in thick leather pouches on his belt at the waist. Finally he took the Modified Carbine and held it, checking the ammo counter and primed the beam weapon. The drop ship did circle and as it dropped down it pointed the back of the ship on path between the great turrents making loud bangs, and shaking the vessel a little, The MC stepped off right as dropship took off on to the soil, he seeing a rebel running for the guns pointed his carbine and let fly a round, the beam was white hot with some coral red light around it, much like a lightsaber, it went through the skull of the rebel and they fell limp, he then turned to some smugglers who were tossing grenades at one of turrents, shrooms of flame rising as droids peppered the area with their fire, the Mando sighed, droids were poor shots unless they were HKs. Running at a sprint, churning dirt up in the air he let fly more beams into the smugglers, blowing them to bits, one holding grenade that fell and blew the rest of his comrades straight to Chaos.

One droid that was malfunctiong, its face melted, but its legs still walking and the Mando tore his metal hand off with a blaster and went double barrel on some more rebels that were creeping up to the second turrent placement. So far none of them had gotten a shot off at him, till one poor bastard took up blaster pistol and shot at him, the bolt bouncing off his shield that glowed a yellow. Turning Jon looking with his visor ran towards the rebel, and unsheathing his beskcard dipped the tip in his throat and threw his face in his knee, it bouncing off the shielding and him flying to the ground.

So far it was a cake walk, he uplinked to the AI network and said,
" Domina #41466 give me something to kill."

 

[Domina #41466]

The AI yawned as she rattled around in his head.
"Jon.. tell me, when they enchanced you, did they forget to give you a personality? I mean I have more of one and I am not a person."
Her tone was sardonic, she liked to bust his balls when she got the chance, though she had to admit in this state, being between his two eyes and swimming in his skull made her vulnerable to capture and deletion. She masked her tension by taking it out on him.
"It seems that some of smugglers have a.. tank or well from what my scans show.. a poorly converted vehical meant to make us believe it is a tank."
She sighed,
"No doubt you will blow it to kingdom come and ask me for another target. Oooh! Well what have we here! They seem to have some fools who think they can launch rockets. Hmm.. that is a little concerning, not for you of course.. but those droids dying in name of The Diarchy, they could use their launchers being cold."
Being an AI, Domina did care about droids, they were brutish and inferior to her in everyway, and yet they were kindred of sorts. They paved the way for her being invented and they were useful, in fact that gave her an idea.
"I am going to overhaul a sqaud of the Droids, and give you some real comrades."
She snapped her fingers, well they weren't really fingers, but the effect was the point. About five Droids came to The Master Chief taking positions around him as he walked.
"Jon remember one thing.. there are two of us in here, so please duck when necessary."

 

[Demveath Okamsiu]

Location: Library Complex
Tags: Matthew Varrec
Intent: To secure family holocrons, Parley, duel, etc.

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The borrowed shuttle from Darth Rasnuhl along with some of his troops to secure its landing site was generous. As was his shared intel of the treasure that laid within the ancient temple. She had been to Malachor V thousands of years before... breathed its air and felt its force wound. It was a very odd thing to think about returning to a place so long after the last. And the fact that everyone and everything that was known was gone to the sands of time.

But the information that Darth Rasnuhl had given was one of hope, promise, and most importantly.... legacy. Her families three holocrons, made over centuries prior to her houses downfall were there in that very library. That was something that needed to be recovered, one more step towards finding whatever may still exist of her families things. Just like their custom built moon sized station shipyard disguised as a regular moon. They poured a lot of resources & Sith Alchemy into its construction so it would be hidden from their rivals. Whether or not it survived as she did remains to be seen.

She shook her head to clear her thoughts as the Nu-class shuttle slipped out of hyperspace quickly making for a landing. Seeing the planet whole was shocking. The last time she was here it was a shattered mess. As they drew near the landing zone seeing the temple in the state it was also strange. The weathering on its surface, the loss of everything around it into ruins, and new buildings built by whoever set the automated defenses as they went past at a safe distance. But the feeling in the force was mostly the same after all that time.

The Nu-class shuttle finally landed letting its platoon of Darth Rasnuhl's Imperial troopers out to secure the area. Demveath steps out wearing new robes with the tip of her newly built saber visible. Clearing her throat "Soldiers, secure the shuttle. I should be back shortly with my prize."

A aye aye! was their response. She moved quietly and quickly to an ancient pathway that seemingly lead to a dead end. Using the secret force required abilities it opened. Revealing a corridor old and dusty as one would expect. A couple minutes later and Demveath was in the Library searching for her families holocrons keeping careful watch for others.

 

[Matthew Varrec]

A storm is approaching​

Equipment : One-handed blaster, Datapad, lighsatber, a hooded robe.
Tag : | Demveath Okamsiu
Location : Malachor V

Matthew smiles as he gets out of the shuttle, hidden two kilometers away from the library, admiring Malachor, he never visited this planet before and he enjoys every new thing. He takes a deep, long breath as he focus on the objective : putting his hands on the Artefact. He chose this place to land as it was discreet and far enought to make a stealthy landing.
It took an effort for his to stay calm, the Force is powerful here, he can feel it in every inch of his body, slowly driving him crazy. The sound of thunder, the strong wind on his face, his senses are slowly getting overwhelmed.

He takes a look at his right hand, shaking a bit as the adrenaline starts to kick-in, he knows that he can loose control at any moment now and need to be extra vigilant.
He turn to the shuttle and the little crew with him.

"So, here's the plan : we stay in touch, every ten minutes we check for the others, you stay here and protect the landing zone. Be ready to take off at my signal, don't let your guard down, am i clear ? Would you kindly do that for me ?" He said with an authoritary tone and start walking before letting them respond.

He's heading to the Library, walking for a moment, alone, the hood on his head to protect his face from the rain, the wind blowing hard in his clothes, it will take a good thirty minutes for him to get to the objective, he walks carefully, analyzing his surroundings with the Force to avoid any surprises.

The more time he spends on this planet, the more he's shaking, he's very sensitive and the Force is slowly getting him dizzy, as he was drunk. Every seconds, the tempation to unleash everything in a big explosion is growing slowly but surely.

"Ooh, what's that smell... The sweet Force, ooh, it sings to me... It's enough to make a man sick." He whispers as he continue his journey to the Library.

 

[Her]

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Malachor V, Outer Rim Territories, Chorlian sector, Malachor system;
Inside the hidden storage facility of the Ashlan Crusade.
Tags: Diarch Reign | Maldor Mecetti

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"When all the options are wrong," he muttered to himself in the darkness, "What does it matter which one I choose?"
-- Darth Bane in conversation with Darth Zannah.

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Equipment:

• The Cone of Silence.
• The Domestic Surveillance of Direct Threats.
• Lightsaber Hilt.
• Slicing Unit.
• Armorweave.
• Cortosis-weave armor.

[POST THEME]

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Have you ever stood in the dark, and immersed yourself in your own thoughts? To hear that inner dialogue, accompanied with the flashing images of your life, as it whispers at you there in the darkness to leave you with the doubt, and the fear? Within the vaults of the Ashlan Crusade the Lord of the Diarchy had been drawn in by the prospect of power, only to discover himself with a voice in the dark, who had tempted him into subverting his own plot to join Her .

The Force was strong here, and it flowed through the vault, bringing with it the revelation to the Rule of Two: they had felt the Diarch tempted by the very notion of their plot to destroy the Sith Order. But the instilled will of Karkus was not so easily broken even by their powers in the dark side.

They failed to turn him, and now they found the Diarch wanting.

"Loyalty above all," Her quoted the Code of the Brotherhood to herself as acceptance burrowed it's way in to replace the possibilities which had arisen with the prospect of the Diarchy being brought into the fold. "I understand."

The eerie white light above them disappeared for a final time, and as it's impenetrable wall of silence was dissuaded at the prospect of a Lightsaber duel, the holographic projector begun to play a speech that changed the galaxy forever, as the heirs to PALPATINE prepared to submit Diarch Reign by force.

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"The remaining Jedi will be hunted down and defeated! Any collaborators will suffer the same fate. These have been trying times, but we have passed the test. The attempt on my life has left me scarred and deformed, but I assure you my resolve has never been stronger!

The war is over. The Separatists have been defeated, and the Jedi rebellion has been foiled. We stand on the threshold of a new beginning. In order to ensure our security and continuing stability, the Republic will be reorganized into the first Galactic Empire, for a safe and secure society, which I assure you will last for ten thousand years!

An Empire that will continue to be ruled by this august body and a sovereign ruler chosen for life. An Empire ruled by the majority, ruled by a new constitution!"

But the Diarch had been right about one thing. It was inevitable that Her would be betrayed by Maldor Mecetti in time. Whether it would be now, in this most opportunistic of places, where nobody would be able to hear his master scream as Trigonus used the Diarch to destroy her, or years from now, when there was nothing left to be gained by being subservient to her machinations, the Rule of Two always invited the inevitable challenge between the master, and apprentice, for only the strong should lead.

As it should be.

Meeting the gaze of her apprentice Her gave him a knowing smile which conveyed all that he needed to know that she knew what he was thinking. Indeed, Diarch Reign was not the only one whose resolve, and will, were put on test tonight. As PALPATINE ushered in his GALACTIC EMPIRE his successor regarded her apprentice with a sense of loathing, and consideration. Did he believe that he had everything he needed now to supplant Her now that he was in possession of Darth Ayra 's Sith Holocron? Or that he knew enough about the Fifth Wing conspiracy to use it for his own selfish gain? That his position within the Empire of the Lost-- a carefully, well built place engineered by the likes of Casteban Mecetti , and Alicia Drey -- was enough for him?

Had Diarch Reign turned Trigonus against his master through the truth of the Rule of Two?

"Take him," Her said to Darth Trigonus while gesturing to the Lord of the Diarchy as the Old Republic adulated the rise of the GALACTIC EMPEROR around them.

"The New Order of peace has triumphed over the shadowy secrecy of shameful magicians. The direction of our course is clear. I will lead the Empire to glories beyond imagining!

We have been tested, but we have emerged stronger. We move forward as one people: the Imperial citizens of the first Galactic Empire. We will prevail. Ten thousand years of peace begins today!"

The adulation grew louder as Her turned her gaze to the Diarch and smiled broadly.

"Take him now."​

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[Demveath Okamsiu]

Location: Library Complex
Tags: Matthew Varrec
Intent: To secure family holocrons, Parley, duel, etc.

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She settled into the vast library, it had felt very similar to what it did four thousand years ago. Minus the additions of technology that didn't exist back then. It was still a rush of nostalgia looking through the holocrons and books that lined the shelves. Then a sigh If only things had gone to plan... so much power. But the thought left as fast as it came. Through Darth Rasnuhl she had learned that the Sith ways she in fact believed had survived, well resurrected it seemed. And had learned her Empire of old had collapsed.... perhaps it was better this way.

Continuing through the aisles of holocrons & texts she probed far away from herself in the force... looking for that familiar feedback of her families holocrons. But also for potential Diarchy members.

It was a presence of someone not too far away. Shifting her force presence to match the room Demveath moved quickly and quietly to the side before speaking to where, as she could see now the man walked. "Hello, you seem lost? Do you need help?"

The offer was as much a taunt as an actual offer. For no one alive, as far as she knew was from her time when the temple was young. Maybe this would be the same as ships passing in the night, or she may have to draw a lightsaber... only time would tell.

 

[Lissa]

Location: Library Complex, Ashlan Temple Facility - Malachor
Objective: Eliminate Opposition
Tag: Iellax Pellis Diarch Rellik

Lissa drew back immediately after her strike before slipping into cover behind the closest holobook shelf. In the course of her attack and retreat into cover thereafter, the clone had maintained her cloak and shrouded presence despite the strain on her reservoir.

And the reason quickly became apparent.

As smoke filled the area, she made sure to stay away from it, so as to avoid further strain to her stealth. All the while, the clone bit her lower lip as Iellax dropped her cloak in what Lissa perceived to be a masterful ploy at misdirection, rather than the act of arrogance that it was.

Engaging the illusions will give away my presence. I must remain in concealment, Lissa communicated to Iellax via the telepathic link, in response to her warning regarding the illusions. Since he has yet to register my presence, he believes that you are the one who delivered the strike, not me, she continued. It may work in our favor to avoid revealing our true numbers. The clone explained.

All the while, Lissa moved back towards the end of the shelf nearest to the wall. Then, once she reached the wall, the clone made her way past the row of shelves until she reached the back of the room. A few moments later, she emerged out from behind the shelves, still invisible, now positioned some 12 meters directly behind her target.

My blade connected near the head of his fibula, along the popliteal. It would have burned a hole in his pants around that area. Lissa communicated. Depending on the quality of his illusions, they may or may not reflect the injury that he sustained in my attack. She added, quickly scanning each of the illusory figures in the process.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Verum Light Armor Mk. II
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • Verum Gauntlet Lightsaber - R
    • Verum Gauntlet Lightsaber - L
  • Boots
    
    • FAE/A-14 Energized Foot Gear
      
      • Replacement for B-11 “Gretis” Class Combat Boots
      • Jetboot Thrusters Removed
  • Utility
    
    • FAE/U-01 "Serenity" Anti-Signal Field System
• Verum Masking Ring
• Spirit Anchor - Earrings

 

[B/U-800 "Evelina"]

Location: Outside the Ashlan Temple Facility, Temperate Rainforest Region, Western Continent - Malachor
Objective: Secure the Artifacts
Tag: Lyssara Thrynn

Evelina regarded the black-haired woman with raised brows, her fuchsia-hued gaze observing the individual with a half-lidded stare as she spoke. The Butterfly too registered a shift in mannerisms—a narrowed gaze, a mystifying smile, and seemingly forced laughter. In turn, the assassin felt her muscles twitch and tense, primed to react.

Primed to unleash violence.

“I might be willing to exchange truths.” Evelina replied in a sweet tone, before allowing a momentary pause as her eyes narrowed in turn. “My name is Zora. I am here to retrieve a certain relic from the chamber within the temple.” A lie and a half-truth. In her mind, no self-respecting assassin would ever give away her real name. Not to mention, Evelina sensed she had already revealed far too much by turning off her helmet’s visor tint to show her face.

In the event that she failed to kill the broom-riding witch, Evelina knew that such a revelation might one day be used against her.

“Who are you working for?” She inquired in a gently pressing tone, eyes narrowing as the question left her lips.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Princess Wrath
• Butterfly Tiara - Energy (2)
• Butterfly Tiara - Sonic (2)
• Blaster Pistol
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Power Cell (4)
• Pink Vapor Spray Gas Canister (2)
• Kinetic Concussion Grenade (2)

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

This is unexpected; she's giving me so much information that I'm not sure if I should sincerely believe her or be wary of her, like I would have in the past. She's even showing me her pretty face! She looks like a little angel, she's so cute. She makes me want to hug her. Would she accept if I gave her one? I wouldn't mind taking a selfie with her. Some people prefer collecting heads; I prefer collecting selfies it's a less destructive kind of trophy.

"My name is Lyssara Thrynn, I am the apprentice of Master Rellik. I am pleased to meet you, despite the circumstances."

She gives me her name, so I feel obliged to give her mine. Now the question is whether we'll clash or settle this peacefully like the grown women we are.

The artifact she mentioned I'm looking for it too. And she's asking who I'm working for, which is totally fair, I suppose. That's the kind of question you'd expect from someone on the opposing faction; otherwise, where's the fun in it? Well, I think I can tell her. My superiors won't mind; they've probably already loudly and proudly declared themselves as part of this faction. Besides, it's not like our symbol isn't everywhere.

"I belong to the Diarchy. I'm currently working for them. I've been tasked with entering the antechamber to retrieve an ancient Sith artifact. If I'm not mistaken, it has the power to petrify people. I don't know why my bosses want it, but my job is to bring it back to them."

There. I've clearly stated my objectives. I don't like being ambiguous, at least now she knows what to expect from me. I sincerely hope we can cooperate and avoid fighting, because I hate that. I'd much rather negotiate and create scientific experiments in my lab. But that doesn't mean I neglect other skills; if it comes down to a fight, I'll give my all for my faction.

It's all up to her now. I'm curious to see what decision she'll make.

I give her a sincere smile, even though I'm a witch and a Nightsister. I'm ready to compromise if needed provided my opponent is willing to do the same.

"So, what we do next ? Fight or cooperate ? You have the choice..."

B/U-800 "Evelina"

 

[Matthew Varrec]

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Equipment : One-handed blaster, Datapad
Tag : | Demveath Okamsiu
Location : Library on Malachor V

As Matthew enters the Library He didn't sense Demveath Okamsiu's presence, being too absorbed by the Force around him.

He turns to the voice that just called out to him and smiles.

"With pleasure, would you kindly show me the direction of the artifact ?" He says, bowing at her. He trembles slightly but it is clearly not fear, a light shines in his eyes : excitement. "Please excuse me, I'm losing my politeness with all this. I'm Matthew Varrec, pleased to meet you."
He lets his robe fall to the floor, revealing a well-dressed young man, his red shirt under a black vest, his blue eyes seeming to pierce whatever he is looking at.

Illusion : As he speaks, a mist begins to appear under his feet, very light for the moment.

He puts his hands on his back, waiting for the response, he doesn't seem hostile for the moment but he's on his guard, ready to react.

 

[Maldor Mecetti]

Malachor V, Outer Rim Territories, Chorlian sector, Malachor system;
Inside the hidden storage facility of the Ashlan Crusade.
Tags: Diarch Reign Diarch Reign | Her
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"Take Him Now," Her voice said.

And the time for decision was at hand.

Was he to be her creature, here? Or was this his moment to become free of Her?

The time for decision was at hand, but he did not have enough information to know. Stabbing a devil in the back was a tricky business. You couldn't afford to miss. To misjudge the moment. You would only get one thrust.

He had to weigh Reign, and determine what sort of foe or friend the man could be.

Trigonus' saber leaped into his palm, snapping to crimson life as it came up into a two-handed stance. Trigonus' eyes glowed yellow, and he leaned forward, shifting the weight to his forward foot.

In a former life, under his previous identity, he had been an expert defender, presenting opponents with a virtually unassailable series of parries and graceful sidesteps. The number of fencers who could beat his elegant weave of light were truly few and far between.

But he would not test Reign with an able defense.

No. If Reign would defeat a Sith Master, he would have to withstand a withering assault. And so... Trigonus had to provide one.

He leaped forward, easy on his feet, well balanced and well practiced.

Down came the blade, in a powerful arc- the first of many.

 

[B/U-800 "Evelina"]

Location: Outside the Ashlan Temple Facility, Temperate Rainforest Region, Western Continent - Malachor
Objective: Secure the Artifacts
Tag: Lyssara Thrynn

Evelina frowned. The words that emerged from Lyssara’s lips were exactly as she had expected, but not what she had wanted. It was made all the worse by the fact that the woman was sweet, beautiful, and intelligent—qualities that made her as captivating as she was dangerous.

It was a shame then, that Evelina could not see a path forward which might satisfy both of their objectives, without the need for violence.

“This is a restricted area.” Evelina stated. “I do not know how the Diarchy managed to locate this facility, but such details bear little relevance to our present engagement. I can not allow you to proceed and take artifacts that rightfully belong to the Empire.” She declared.

“Turn back now, and we might avoid conflict.” The Butterfly ordered.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Princess Wrath
• Butterfly Tiara - Energy (2)
• Butterfly Tiara - Sonic (2)
• Blaster Pistol
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Power Cell (4)
• Pink Vapor Spray Gas Canister (2)
• Kinetic Concussion Grenade (2)

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Malachor | Hidden Ashlan Storage Facility
Tags: Her Maldor Mecetti

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The Diarch noted the slight pause in the man, after his master's command. This caused Reign to smile softly to himself, knowing his words had struck a chord.

Then came the attack, The Diarch had been expecting it, but the speed was still impressive.

As the overhead slash came, Reign pivoted his back foot, so the lightsaber passed in front of him.

Utilizing the quick step from defense to offense that Form V was known for, he utilized the force to boost his physical strength and brought his blood-orange blade in a horizontal strike looking to decapitate his foe.

It appeared the Sith was testing him, and he would not disappoint. While the apprentice was the one assaulting him, Reign's awareness was extended always to the master, observing the battle.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

I am always perched on my broom, looking down at her as she explains that this is a restricted area, so I am technically breaking the law, but I wonder if she is just as much.

"Too bad, we could have worked together, but you seem to choose to fight."

Truthfully, I am not sure how the diarchy managed to find this location so quickly, I am just an employee. I only have access to the information given to me, just like her.

Truthfully, she does not really seem from the Empire either; she is hardly in a position to lecture me. And when I want something, do I need to ask for permission when I use a tissue? It's the same here; when I want an artifact, I take it from the source. We don't ask for permission to advance science, it's the same here.

"That goes for you too, you and I are the same here. I will make this area authorized by force if you refuse to cooperate. I am truly sorry."

I jump off my broom, leaving it hovering, now that I have touched the ground I am about face-to-face with her, I am not very tall either. However, we are going to have to fight so I will give it my all for my faction.

I make a kind of noble salute, bowing slightly forward with my hands on my hips to give a formal greeting. I salute the girl before starting to fight her, it's the rule of duels, at least for me.

"May the best Sith win then. You and me have a deal to finish it!"

I draw my Night sister sword, now ready to fight, and I infuse it with some ichor. This gives it a greenish fiery look. I stand guard facing her, now ready to face her.

B/U-800 "Evelina"

 

[Diarch Rellik]

The attacker slid back into the darkness from whence it came before the Diarch was able to retaliate. Even by time he spoke she was gone. Once he lept back and had engulfed the room in illusions he checked on his leg. The wound was deep and his pants were torn where the strike hit. He took the opportunity to rip off the remainder of that legs cloth and wrapped himself.

He watched as an assailant dove between his illusions with killing blows. An impressive specimen that appeared human and not so at the same time. Their blades unique and their tactics honed well. He would need to be intelligent if he planned to trick his would be killers. He knew it would only be a matter of time before they would find the correct target. If he wanted to survive he needed to formulate a plan. He could not hide forever.

The best way to take on a trap is to spring the trap. He moved through the library closer to the attacker he could see. While he had been studying the room he noticed that Sith runes not only lined the holocrons but the walls as well. His smoke now swirling around him more than it was the room itself he formulated his plan.

He stopped and stood in the center of the room. Swelling the force around him.

"I am right here! Show me your skill killer." He held his blade in a high defensive stance. Teasing another attack to his lower level. Their initial attack was coordinated and he believed the one he looked at now was more bait than prize.

Once he felt the danger of attack coming for him he yelled out in the tongue of Ancient Sith. "Midwan iv tave su'mus" - (Power of the son)
Sending a shock of lighting to the roof at the rune above him. The rune activating and sending the power back ten fold. The area around the Diarch was now filled with powerful red force lightning. Akin to the son of the force.

He would hope to catch them mid attack, scorching them with this enhanced lighting with the help of the rune and if not it would at least catch them off guard. If he they showed any form of hesitation he would go for the kill. If they were not teased by the bait he would have another guard for them to get through now.

Tags Iellax Pellis Lissa

 

[Demveath Okamsiu]

Location: Library Complex
Tags: Matthew Varrec
Intent: To secure family holocrons, Parley, duel, etc.

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Demveath waited for the young man to reply. He seemed like so many during the old days of the Sith Empire, a talent always looking towards the top.

"With pleasure, would you kindly show me the direction of the artifact ?" He says, bowing at her. He trembles slightly but it is clearly not fear, a light shines in his eyes : excitement. "Please excuse me, I'm losing my politeness with all this. I'm Matthew Varrec, pleased to meet you."

She gives a slight bow "Which artifact are you seeking? If its my families ones, I have to tell you politely, and firmly, not possible."
Demveath smiles "Pleasure to meet you Matthew of house Varrec. I am Demveath of house Okamsiu, from a time when this temple was young."

She left the sentence hang for a moment letting the words sink in. "What do you really seek?"

The question was open-ended genuinely reveling in the fact of interacting with different sects for the first time in thousands of years. And reveling in the fact she is standing in the now ancient temple once more.

 

[B/U-800 "Evelina"]

Location: Outside the Ashlan Temple Facility, Temperate Rainforest Region, Western Continent - Malachor
Objective: Secure the Artifacts
Tag: Lyssara Thrynn

Lyssara showed no indication of following her directions. Thus, Evelina gave the woman a momentary glare before her features suddenly disappeared with the reactivation of her helmet’s visor tint, reducing her to what she had been before—a faceless assassin of the Empire.

Then, one after the other, the two sonic chakrams within Evelina’s grasp were sent flying towards Lyssara in a pair of throws delivered from 14 meters away, cutting through the air at nigh-supersonic velocity in the process. The first was delivered in an underhand throw committed on a trajectory to decapitate the woman, the blade being roughly parallel to the ground as it crossed the distance from thrower to target. The next chakram came only a split-second after, launched in an overhand throw aimed to take off one her arms at the shoulder, the weapon flying through the air in such a way that its blade was almost perpendicular to the ground.

Evelina anticipated that if Lyssara moved to block the chakrams with her sword, the ensuing wave of overpressure unleashed by their sonic discharge cells would pummel her in a manner akin to a large mace.

Should that happen, Evelina intended to fully seize the opportunity to remove Lyssara as an active threat to her mission, whether via lethal or non-lethal means.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Princess Wrath
• Butterfly Tiara - Energy (2)
• Butterfly Tiara - Sonic (2)
• Blaster Pistol
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Power Cell (4)
• Pink Vapor Spray Gas Canister (2)
• Kinetic Concussion Grenade (2)

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

Finally, my adversary decides to lower her visor, marking the start of the battle between her and me. She sends her chakram hurtling towards me with a sharp horizontal swipe aimed at slicing me in two. I have no choice but to dodge the chakram by making a pronounced hip movement while bending to the left side.

My gaze has also darkened; I too have switched to combat mode. Today, I'm not here just to play a part. I have a few tricks up my sleeve that I plan to utilize.

However, I must be careful, because even though I've dodged it, the chakram must return to its owner. If I'm not vigilant, she could strike me from behind without me seeing it coming. To prevent this, I've extended my force senses. My danger senses are on high alert.

The second one comes, and I now dodge to the right, signaling that I am determined not to be hit so easily. It seems we are headed for a ranged battle, given her persistence with the chakrams.

Surprisingly, I decide to sheathe my sword on my back I won't need it just yet. With both hands free, I conjure a blue fireball using my own Sith power to attack her from a distance. Taking advantage of her chakrams being behind me, I launch a fireball in Evelina's direction, aiming with my hand and ensuring it has sufficient intensity.

I fire my two fireballs in the direction of Evelina to engage in combat in my turn.

B/U-800 "Evelina"