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

[Maldor Mecetti]

Location: Malachor | Hidden Ashlan Storage Facility
Tags: Her Diarch Reign ​

Reign reacted smoothly and without hesitation, showing clearly that this was not his first exchange of violence.

First, the man put enough distance between them so that Trigonus' blade passed harmlessly between them. Then, the man's stance shifted from defense to offense, unleashing a lateral strike with impressive force.

'Force' indeed, for Trigonus could feel the Force itself reinforcing the power of the swing.

The power behind the strike was impressive- something Trigonus could see despite not being struck by the blade- suggesting much about Reign's practice with force abilities.

Like his opponent, Trigonus elected not to perform a static block.

There was little sense entering a bind with someone when you were not sure of overpowering and outmaneuvering them. Instead, he stepped back and spun his blade to evade theirs, allowing the enemy weapon to swing wide and free.

Then he repositioned his own saber to perform a thrust. He did not lunge, but rather delivered a swift jab, taking care not to over-extend himself and create a vulnerability.

As he did so, he reached out with his free hand, extending the force to seize his foe and draw him into the blade.

In truth, he did not intend to end Reign- not yet. But he needed him close so that an understanding might pass between them.

 

[Iellax Pellis]

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

Iellax had chosen Lissa even before the clone's unique shapely physique took form and truly enchanted the Nagai Obscurer. The message that Lissa would remain hidden, leaving Iellax as the only visible target for their opponent made Iellax purr of excitement. The revelation of the opponent's wound and insight to hypothesize that it would not be included on the illusions was brilliant.

<<Thanks for the tip Precious. You look for the right time to strike and stay hidden until then,>> Iellax communicated her pleasure in the moment would be entwined with the words as Lissa received them.

Turning her focus completely to the opponent, Iellax studied the legs of the images of the injured foe. Before she could make a decision on which one to attack next, the chaos seemed to dissipate and the true opponent announced himself. And made a challenge, taking on a high guard stance. His leg was already injured. It was probably a trap, but one too tempting for Iellax to ignore.

"You asked for it," Iellax responded with a cackle. She ignored all four of her shoto blades and rushed forward. As she neared the man she slid low, her left arm extended up to defend herself, her right extended behind her ready to strike at the injured leg. She made no sense of the Sith words, and did not notice the lightning. Until it was too late.

A bolt of red lightning lashed out at her right arm. Most of the energy was absorbed by her blades, but electricity shot up her arm as well. Pain was signified by a half yelp half moan from Iellax' lips. Following the pain was numbness that threatened her attack.

Using her entire upper body Iellax whipped her arm at the intended leg, little actual hope of connecting more in an effort to make sure she was able to continue her slide into some safety. <<Might need you to jump in at a less than opportune time Precious,>> Iellax communicated with obvious damage to her pride. That would likely only be temporary. Iellax turned the par quickly.

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

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Malachor | Hidden Ashlan Vault
Tags: Maldor Mecetti Her

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His opponent was impressive, The Diarch had to give him that. This was obviously not his first duel with another force user. While Reign had not expected to end the duel so quickly, he had to concede that the fight may not be as easy as he first anticipated.

The stab would not have been a problem, as soft as it seemed to be, up until Reign felt himself being pulled forward, advancing towards the blade.

Opting to use his opponents use of the force against him, Reign allowed himself to be pulled, moving with it to close the gap before batting his opponents saber to the side. The Diarch sensed that this was not to be a killing blow, so he attempted to lock sabers with the other man.

Pulling each other in close so that he could look into Trigonus' eyes, The Diarch hoped to instill the error of "The Rule of Two" within the other man while they were close.

 

[Lissa]

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

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Lissa studied each of the illusions in turn as she searched for the true opponent. However, it was only then that they faded, leaving a solitary, robed figure standing in the middle of the room. The Force pulsed with his power as he roared out a challenge, daring either of the two assassins to strike him.

A challenge that Iellax gleefully accepted.

Lissa remained in place, her patience a stark contrast to Iellax’s aggression. However, at that point Lissa registered a sudden shift in the currents of the Force—a portent of danger. She opened her mind to transmit the warning to the Nagai via the telepathic transponder, but it was far too late as a veritable storm of explosive crimson lighting filled the middle of the room, the harsh, burning smell of ozone filling the air. Immediately, the clone darted back so as to avoid being caught inside its galvanic wrath.

<<Might need you to jump in at a less than opportune time Precious,>> Iellax communicated with obvious damage to her pride. That would likely only be temporary. Iellax turned the par quickly.

Seeing the danger Iellax was in and hearing her pained cry, Lissa needed no cue to act.

I’m making my move. Watch for incoming!

Lissa immediately dropped out of stealth before grabbing hold of a nearby durasteel door with an outstretched arm. Telekinetic impulse saw it ripped free from the hinges. Then, a forceful gesture and a shrieking grunt of exertion sent the makeshift projectile racing towards the Diarch on a trajectory to strike the back of his skull, with enough speed to potentially crack open his head or decapitate him outright, should the attack result in a clean, direct hit.

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

The sudden escalation of the engagement was dizzying. And yet, Evelina knew that she was just as much responsible for it as Lyssara was. In that, the witch drew forth a blue ball of fire within her grasp, causing the Butterfly’s brows to shoot up her forehead as she processed the threat. One fireball, and then another, came flying towards her in quick succession. However, Evelina was already in motion by the time the first one was released. She launched herself from the ground and threw herself into a high-flying cartwheel that carried her five meters to her right, causing the first fireball to miss entirely. However, the second one came in low, before detonating against the ground close to her feet, setting the grass alight.

Flames licked at her feet as Evelina somersaulted back after landing from her initial jump. It was only her bodysuit’s heat resistance that saved her from sustaining a burn injury. However, she could still feel the heat on her skin, the flames causing the ambient temperature to rise as she made ready for a counterattack.

Calling her chakrams back from the initial throws, the Butterfly directed the weapons to loop around before flying towards her opponent, in an attempt to strike her from behind. If she was lucky, the Void Stone integrated into the weapons would conceal them from Force senses, potentially rendering it nigh-impossible for the witch to detect the danger until it was too late.

At the same time, Evelina landed from her backflip, sinking her hips low to the ground in the process. So long as she remained clear of the fire, the Butterfly sensed that she might be able to incapacitate the witch in spite of her deadly use of the Force.

Much like the Echani Jedi she had engaged before on the Citadel of Rur, Evelina hoped that a single clean blow would turn the bout in her favor.

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]

Of course she dodges my fireballs, it was so predictable; we were at a good distance which gave her plenty of opportunity to do so. I then sigh and shake my head with a weary look. I feel like I've forgotten something important.

As I'm about to charge a new spell to attack her in the palm of my hand, I'm caught off guard by one of that girl's chakrams striking me hard in the back with considerable force. This destabilizes me and literally propels me forward. It's safe to say I was saved by the sword I had previously stored on my back, offering protection. Had I not done that at the beginning of the fight, I would have been split in two by it. I think I owe my life to my sword.

Another problem I need to address quickly now that I've been propelled forward by the impact of the blow, I find myself considerably closer to my opponent, something I absolutely do not want in order to have time to cast my spells.

"Shit."

So here I am, right in front of Evelina. I'm lying on the ground in a precarious position. I extend my hand towards her with a charged fireball, but I don't shoot yet, as if to threaten to fire at point-blank range depending on what she decides to do. I have a serious look on my face I'm not joking.

I look at her upside down from my position and hers, but it won't stop me from hitting her. I glare at her with a look of anger and indignation. Those damn chakrams... They remind me of something, I had read it in a book some weapons have the particularity of being undetectable in the Force. Like the Yuuzhan Vong's weapons and their famous amphistaff. If that's the case, then it's going to be a real pain. I must make sure to constantly keep my eyes on them, which forces me to watch three points at all times.

"Well done, you've managed to knock me down but I'm ready to set you on fire right here. What are you going to do now?"

In reality, it would be very easy for her to neutralize my spell, but sometimes a bluff might just work. Will she play fair and let me get up, or will she take advantage of my predicament to finish me off while I'm down? I'm aiming at her, too. It'll be a race to see who acts fastest

B/U-800 "Evelina"

 

[Maldor Mecetti]

Location: Malachor | Hidden Ashlan Vault
Tags: Her | Diarch Reign

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Entering a bind with another saber user was a fool's choice. It was a thing that should be avoided at all costs.

Or so conventional fencing wisdom held.

There were many ways to be murdered from within a bind, and few ways to safely defend yourself. From a bind, there were dozens of ways to rotate along the axis of the blades to strike at a foe. Mutual mayhem was innumerable. Injury was a high probability event. You could be struck by saber blade or by other mundane blows. Hell, a foe could even bind to your weapon just long enough to draw a blaster and blow your guts out.

Distance. Control. Choosing your moment. These were the techniques of a wise fencer.

Neither Trigonus nor his foe were behaving as wise fencers, at the moment. Each for their own reason wanted to close distance, get near, and come face to face with their opponent.

Trigonus' thrust was pushed aside, the blades clashed and sparked together. Their two faces were illuminated by the fiery hues of their weapons.

The Sith Lord was much more adept at physical force techniques than he was at the more esoteric mental disciplines. But across such a short distance, it was no great challenge to transmit his thoughts to his foe by sheer feeling.

Together, he thought, we could take her. Then I can return to the Empire and cleanse it of her machinations.

The thought came along with a flurry of choreography revealed in flashes of mental imagery. Slashes, blocks, thrusts, parries, leaps, sidesteps, culminating in them each taking the perfect position to strike Her down.

Whether Trigonus could actually trust Reign was another matter.

Trust was perhaps the only thing in the Galaxy that was deadlier than a beam of plasma.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

An attacker leapt forward to his bait. Coming in for a low attack the two combatants swung at each other but the small assassin raised her arm to defend herself as Rellik slashed down with his blade. Her other arm was poised for an attack as the lighting from the trap hit her.

Her cry of pain was more sultry than the Diarch expected. Making him realize the killer reveled in pain. Still she moved upon her arms trajectory even through the assault of lighting. Rellik lifted his leg in a side step/hop as her whole body moved through the attack, carrying her momentum to slide into safety out of his reach.

His leg was too damaged to follow her, even if he wanted to his senses were screaming in pain, warning him of an incoming attack. As he turned around he saw a large piece of metal coming to decapitate him. Using his defensive technique he leaned backwards as far as he could go. His nose slightly rubbing against the metal as it scorched across the edge of his face.

He followed the trajectory of the attack hoping to see his assailant but he could not lay eyes on her.

One of the two was an aggressive assaulter who reveled in battle, the other more of a shadow. He needed to settle down and listen to the force. He had moved quickly from an attempt of illusion to a trap. Now that the daze of a sudden assault had left he would face his opponents directly. He expected an attack but not such a coordinated ambush.

If they both attacked at the same time they might be able to abuse his lack of mobility but he was a master of Soresu and would use that to his advantage. He wanted to get them into the open so he could use Dun Möch and try to get them out of their comfort zones. He had been studying them and was going to try to turn the tide.

Tags: Lissa Iellax Pellis

 

[Matthew Varrec]

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.





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.

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


"Delighted to meet you, Demveath of the Okamsiu house. As for the artifact, I don't know if it's your family's but I'm searching for a superweapon, capable of petrifying. I suppose it's your heritage ?" He said with a slight smile, wondering if it's really mandatory for him to get it. After all, if she's really from this house, it belongs to her...
But why not test her ? If she is really looking for the same thing as him of course. And he really need to vent a bit, there's too much Force around them and he want... no, he NEED to let it out.


He takes a quick look around him, scanning again his surroundings. He don't want to destroy anything nor kill anyone, at least, no one who is not involved in this treasure hunt.

His right hand, still on his back, will slowly reach his red lightsaber but he's not going to pull it out right away. He's waiting, on the defensive, to see the next move of his opponent.
A part of him already know the issue of this situation. And even if he have the upper hand on her, he already know that he will let her go with her heritage if she's speaking the truth. He respect that too much.

But she'll still need to try to get throught him to get it.

As he was thinking about this, his smile twist a little bit. This is gonna be interesting.

 

[Iellax Pellis]

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

As expected the opponent's attack was blocked by the blades from Iellax' left gauntlet. Also predictably, the strike from her still numb right arm was easily dodged by the opponent. As the Nagai's slide completed she managed to shift back completely upright. She faced her opponent with her left gauntlet in a defensive posture. The blades of her right arm extinguished and Iellax shook her hand to try to bring back a normal feeling to the limb.

<<Incoming?>> Iellax questioned the message she received through her bind with Lissa. Hurling things through the air was not a typical attack by the Verum assassins. The exertion of Lissa through the Force and the grunt of effort told Iellax to expect something outside the norm.

Lissa's attack was narrowly dodged by their opponent. After she was sure that the projectile would not hit her, a smirk formed in Iellax' lips, proud of the atypical action Lissa took. Now that this had become a full on fight the assassins would likely need to do things to keep their opponent off guard. They were built (literally in Lissa's case) for quick surgical strikes that would end a battle before it even started. In a drawn out fight they would be at a disadvantage even two against one.

"Those illusions are a neat trick," Iellax hummed pleasantly as she slowly stalked forward to re-engage. There was a bit of sway to her hips no matter how ridiculous that looked in full armor. It was just Iellax' nature.

"I use tricks myself," she added with a grin and nudged her opponent's mind potential threats from multiple locations, Iellax purposely ignored Lissa's position in doing so. "For example. You know it is more than just me who threatens you. But how many? Two? Four? Ten? Have to ask yourself how seamless your defense is. Don't you?"

<<We are going to need to cautiously stalk this one. Strike fast and together.>> Iellax communicated to Lissa through their bond. <<On your mark we strike. I'll go high. You take out the other leg…>>

The plan set Iellax moved aside to side, hoping to make the opponent feel cornered. As soon as she received confirmation from Lissa to go Iellax would lunge forward with a left handed overhead slash aimed at the opponent's neck.

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

 

[Lissa]

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

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Lissa slid into cover behind one of the many holobook shelves immediately after the telekinetic throw, her breath heavy with exertion. Although the clone couldn’t be sure whether she had been spotted, she knew that there was a good chance that her target was not aware of her location, perhaps due to the fog of war and the pressing demands of evading a telekinetically-thrown door on the efficacy of his senses.

<<We are going to need to cautiously stalk this one. Strike fast and together.>> Iellax communicated to Lissa through their bond. <<On your mark we strike. I'll go high. You take out the other leg…>>

It will be done, Lissa replied through the telepathic link, before catching her breath. Her prior use of the Force was already sapping her reserves. Although they were far from empty, her brow was slick with sweat and her shoulders were stiff from tension.

Moreover, the clone knew that the sequence of actions that she was preparing to take next might totally exhaust her reservoir.

Now! Suddenly, Lissa exploded into motion, the Force supercharging her twitching muscles as time slowed within her perception. Force Speed. No longer a shadow lurking in the dark, the clone crossed the 12 meters of space separating her from the man in the blink of an eye, moving as a little more than a blur.

The gauntlet lightsabers on her left arm sprang to life as she closed the distance to her target. Then, dropping her body into a slide, the clone threw a left-to-right forehand slashing strike at the man’s lower leg —targeting his achilles with the intention of tearing through the tendon or if she was lucky, severing the leg entirely!

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

Lyssara was sent flying forward, the shockwave unleashed by the chakram’s impact reverberating through the air with a loud crack. All the while, Evelina caught her other chakram inside her grasp, which had missed owing to the sudden repositioning of its target.

In spite of the shock of the blow, the witch reacted quickly, bringing her arms up with a charged fireball forming inside her grasp. Evelina mirrored her actions in turn. The Butterfly leveled her right arm towards Lyssara’s outstretched arm, her own attack primed and ready to fire.

"Well done, you've managed to knock me down but I'm ready to set you on fire right here. What are you going to do now?"

Evelina did not respond to the witch's question. Instead, she fired a shockwave at her extended hand from the repulsor projector mounted on her left arm. A wave of compressed air tore out from the emitter, carrying enough kinetic force to send a man flying back. However, the Butterfly used it with the intention of violently throwing off the witch’s aim, with the additional hope of breaking her arms in the process.

Should her shockwave blast manifest its intended effect, Evelina would draw her blaster pistol and fire a stun bolt at the witch’s chest from point blank range, intending to knock her out.

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]

Well, the situation couldn't be worse for me. Not only did my opponent perfectly anticipate my actions, but now she retaliates at point-blank range. Some sort of air blade or wave, I'm not quite sure, hits me violently on the arms I hear them crack. It propels me backward while I'm already on the ground, putting me in a delicate situation. My two arms aren't broken, but I've absorbed the full impact at the expense of my own health.

I'm bleeding from the nose due to the violence of the impact. I see her pulling out what seems to be a blaster. That was definitely not part of the plan, and I don't even have time to deal with my two arms when she blasts me right in the face.

"No, don't do... AaaaargHH !!!"

I take the paralyzing shot in my chest, my body spasms a few times before freezing in place. I stop moving and reacting, I'm no longer aware of what's happening. Suddenly, it's a blackout for me, I find myself in an all-dark mental space, unable to leave this zone for the moment. Am I dead?

From an external point of view, my body is simply lying on the grass. With a vacant, hollow gaze, I'm not defending myself anymore. At the same time, when you're paralyzed, it's much more difficult to react effectively.

A faint series of sparks can be seen running through my body, signifying that I am paralyzed by the stasis. My two arms have fallen haphazardly next to me, they aren't broken but I'm still going to be in a lot of pain when I wake up.

B/U-800 "Evelina"

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Malachor V | Ashlan Vault
Tags: Maldor Mecetti Her

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Flashes of a fight to come, but not against his current opponent flashed through his mind. Then the words came unbidden into his mind.

He had reached the other Sith with his words.. or at least the Sith wanted it to appear that way. He would return and cleanse the Empire of her taint.

He was unsure how much he could trust the other man, and while he was as confident of his ability to do in both the master and apprentice, he knew he would not walk away unharmed.. this way he could at least hope to guarantee an end to the woman.

With an almost imperceptible nod, he broke the clash and hurled some debris in Her direction. Hoping to cause enough distraction to close the distance and put an end to the Sith.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Tags: Lissa Iellax Pellis

The Diarch was trying to balance himself in the force and attune to his surroundings as he waited in the center of the room. He could feel the anticipation of an ambush like a charge of lighting surging in the clouds ready to burst.

As he reserved himself and reoriented preparing for the fight he felt a sensation in the force, a nudge.

"For example. You know it is more than just me who threatens you. But how many? Two? Four? Ten? Have to ask yourself how seamless your defense is. Don't you?"

This assault on his senses came from every direction. The words bouncing off the walls of the room and vaulting back at him. It was a good tactic to confuse the Diarch.

He steadied himself and continued to focus on the force. The two would need to attack him somehow and it is not a trap if you know it is a trap, it is a face off.

Than, the moment of truth arrived and the first sense to determine his attackers was the slight shuffle of movement before that burst of energy. A blur of armor came streaking at him. Rellik barely had time to acknowledge the attacks direction before it was upon him.

He saw the attack coming in low, a slashing strike to remove his foot at the ankle. He hopped up ever so slightly to dodge the attack but when he did he felt the hot sear of a saber blade scorch across his chest.

Another assailant had struck high at the same time. If he had not hopped to dodge the lower attack a moment before the other one would have surely slashed through his neck.

In the Diarchs pain and anger; as his feet landed he tried to reach out and grab the two, their momentum carrying them out of his palms. Instead he would need to reach into the force and attempt to pull them both back to him. If they slipped away again he would not have a chance to be so lucky.

If he got the two into the range of his arms with the force, he would need to keep them there. Opting to fight in hand to hand combat, attempting to wrestle/clinch them to him and try to use his saber when he could.

 

[B/U-800 "Evelina"]

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

Evelina’s heart pounded inside her chest, the blaster pistol firm inside her grasp as her target slipped into unconsciousness. She placed the weapon back to its place on her left thigh, before recalling her other chakram from where she had thrown it, at which point the bladed disc came flying back into her grasp. Then, in a swift, yet explosive motion, the Butterfly cocked her arm back, intending to throw the chakram at the witch’s neck to finish her off, permanently.

However, at the last possible moment, Evelina lowered her arm and reconsidered the action. Instinct told her that this particular target would prove more useful alive, than dead. That, and the possibility that the witch might have been far too beautiful for her to kill in such cold blood.

Nevertheless, Evelina shook her head, before activating her comms.

“Captain Tristan, I have a Force-sensitive prisoner. I need a capture team to secure them at my position as soon as possible.” Evelina transmitted.

“Copy that, Butterfly. A team is on its way.” The Marine officer answered.

“I will be standing by for their arrival. Once the prisoner is secure, I will proceed into the facility to go after the artifacts. Butterfly out.” She finished.

A trio of hulking, white-armored Imperial Marines arrived only a few minutes later. They immediately set to work in securing the witch with stun cuffs locked around her arms and legs and a blindfold over her eyes. In the event that she somehow woke up, they would immediately stun her again, with the aim of keeping her dazed and unaware of her surroundings.

All the while, Evelina regarded the scene with a focused gaze. It was twice now that the Butterfly had gotten the better of a Force-wielding combatant—feats that were as surprising as they had been demanding. This one had specialized in harnessing pyrokinesis, which she had only escaped via swift acrobatics and sheer ruthlessness.

Once the Marines finished securing the prisoner, Evelina acknowledged them with a quick nod before turning to make her way into the facility. In spite of her harrowing encounter with the pyrokinetic witch, the Butterfly’s mission was not yet complete.

Final Post.​

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)

 

[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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"Choose someone as a successor and you will inevitably be succeeded. Choose someone hungrier and you will be devoured. Choose someone quicker and you won't dodge the blade at your back. Choose someone with more patience and you won't block the blade at your throat. Choose someone more devious and you'll hold the blade that kills you. Choose someone more clever and you'll never know your end. Despite these cautions, an apprentice is essential. A Master without an apprentice is a Master of nothing."
-- Darth Sidious, as gatekeeper of the Telos Holocron.

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Equipment:

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

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The adulation of PALPATINE christening the first GALACTIC EMPIRE played above the Diarch, and the Apprentice, as they engaged each other in a Lightsaber duel. As democracy died a millennia ago the DARK LORD OF THE SITH and successor to the great Palpatine slinked in the shadows with only the illumination of the crimson beam telling of her presence within the Ashlan Vault. Senators from over a thousand star-systems from a thousand years ago clapped and cheered as the Galactic Emperor ushered in peace, law and order across the Stars; and beneath him his successor watched with an air of malevolence as her machinations gave fruit to a fight between her apprentice, and the heir of KARKUS.

It was in the basics of Lightsaber combat that one should cast themselves in the ethereal protection of the Force Barrier. A cunning opponent might have the idea of striking you unexpectedly with a Force power to catch you off your guard, and overwhelm your defences, while in ancient times-- before the Jedi made it inaccessible within the Holocron of Heresies-- a Sith Master may have attempted the dark ritual of Transfer essence to destroy their opponent while taking a new vessel of flesh for themselves.

Therefore those in possession of cunning and foresight prepared accordingly. As Reign and Trigonus fought each other Her navigated the outer edges of the vault while in the ethereal protection of the Force Barrier. She stayed close to the exit, yet kept up her movement, for a static object was far easier to hit then one in constant flow. Yet, despite luring the Diarch into this place, and ordering her apprentice to capture him, she did not assist him. Instead she kept herself in the dark, with her weapon active, and readied for use, while the recording above them reached a fervour pitch which intermingled with the clashes of Lightsaber blades.

Eventually there would be a winner. If it was her apprentice then Her would reward him by sparring his life, and continuing his tutelage in the ways of the dark side. However, if it was his opponent, then that would be the moment she moved into strike. Weakened and fatigued through his duel with Trigonus she would capitalize on the advantage and defeat him with her own powers in the dark side. When done she would kill her apprentice therefore completing their dichotomy for he would have proven himself to be unworthy of her teachings.

There would be no escape for either. As they battled together in the Ashlan Vault the woman slinking on the outer edges of their duel would cut them off. She had planned this well. Adaption, and evolution were prerequisites for those who called themselves a Sith Master. But she was not the only master in the room, and it appeared that she had taught Trigonus well.

A little too well.

Out of nowhere debris were flung in Her's direction, and with a thud, the DARK LORD was sent flying into the nearby wall, and collapsed to the ground. The hiss of her Lightsaber blade died down as it deactivated, and so it's source of illumination disappeared, casting Her in complete darkness. There she laid motionless. Ready for the taking.

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[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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The tides turned, as they always must.

Power was an ebb and flow in the waters.

Waters which carried eddies and currents, often hidden and treacherous.

Shoals were only hinted at from the surface, waiting to tear open the belly of the unawares or overconfident navigator.

Darth Trigonus was not so overconfident as to forget that this truth applied also to him. Her danger had surely never been so great as when she appeared to be on the cusp of defeat. No true predator was ever harmless so long as it breathed.

He circled, reaching out with one hand to summon the saber that was now inactive beside her. He called to it with telekinetic talents, seeking to bring it to a grasp. Not his grasp, however. He attempted to send it to the hand of his unlikely partner in this battle: Diarch Reign.

With his other hand, he stabbed his own saber into the control mechanism of the exit door, ensuring that the mechanism would close and be disabled, unlikely to be easily opened. Anyone with a lightsaber could cut it open, of course. But that would take some time. It would not happen with a swift, tricky motion.

"You will want to know that I am truly turning against their ways, and away from their self-destructive practices. You will want to be sure that I shall truly cleanse the Empire of all Sith influence."

He nodded to Her fallen form.

"Her life is yours. The Rule of Two dies with Her. I will not fulfill Her twisted desire to be murdered by an apprentice.

A strange hand will be Her end. Your hand. And all Her aspirations, all Her dreams, all Her plans shall be cut down here, today."

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Malachor V | Hidden Ashlan Vault
Tags: Maldor Mecetti Her

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The Diarch caught the lightsaber hilt in one black gloved hand, feeling the heft of the weapon.

When he heard the sizzle of a blade in the door controls, he was again cautious. He knew better than to count out a force user, especially a Sith Master.. it had all been far too easy where he was concerned. But, he had promised death, and the Diarch was a man of his word.

Reign had begun taking steps towards the fallen Master as the other man spoke, but at his declaration of changing his ways, the Diarch stopped. Turning fully to the "Hero of the Tion Cluster"

"I hope for the sake of your people you are telling the truth, you have an opportunity today to be the hero the people of the Empire believe you to be."

Reign ignited Her blade, feeling that it would be poetic for the Sith to meet her end by Her own weapon. After being betrayed by another "weapon" of Her creation.

"Return to the Empire, purify it. But remember this my friend should I discover that you merely used me to advance yourself.. my retribution will be swift and catastrophic."

with that, he raised the sith's lightsaber above his head, looking to bring it down and end the line of two.

 

[Her]

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

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"A true master never reveals him or herself..."
-- Darth Mendacium the Betrayer.

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Equipment:

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

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"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!"

Democracy is dying to a thunderous applause.

"THE EGGMAN WILL CREATE A NEW GALACTIC EMPIRE THAT WILL DO WHAT THE PREVIOUS EMPIRE COULDN'T!"

The Eggman cometh, and the Phantom Empress shall complete his work.

"You need only look upon Tion to see that you are in the right, Diarch."

An entire people weep in despair at His works.

"Save yourself, and if you cannot do it for me, then do it for Casteban."

The last will and testament of a Knight of the Old Republic.

"Two there should be; no more, no less. One to embody the power, the other to crave it."

Truth.

SNAP-HISS!

The favoured son of Karkus' raises Her weapon to finish it. Crimson light bathes the walls of the Ashlan Vault. Above them the applause dies and with it the heralded beginning that is the GALACTIC EMPIRE. Beneath the hissing Lightsaber blade there should be Reign's fallen foe vulnerable and waiting to be put to a tragic end within the vault of her enemies. Alas she is not there! As it was on Voss, when she first stepped out of the dark to reveal herself to her apprentice, in order to begin that certain ill fated pilgrimage to Kalist VI, where it all begun, and as it is now on Malachor V, within the last traces of the Ashlan Crusade, darkness has swallowed the DARK LORD OF THE SITH and with it took her far from the reaches of the DIARCHY.

Concealed by Her powers in the DARK SIDE OF THE FORCE the RULE OF TWO will endure.

Vincere.

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