Junction Murakami Initiative | SO & GA Junction of Bith & Colla IV

[Ulic Indominus Kun]

TAGS: OPEN

Objective 2: Academy

The Jedi Knight piloted his Starfighter through the frost, turbo canons letting fly green beams of energy as the starfighter spun in circles down towards the surface of the Ice Planet. The mist clouded his glass cock pit’s visibility as he came to the Academy, it was packed with snow, some sort of avalanche. He saw smoke rising from the Library Wing. As a Jedi he was required to investigate, and so he put the ship down on the roof, the only way to get down inside from, and a perfect place to escape to in a fall back position.

The glass window opened and the Astromech chimed something as he covered his head in a hood. He opened the door at the ventilation and descended, stepping over a skeleton reaching up to the clawed inside door.

Ominious.

The Jedi knew of Darth Scaberous and his futile attempts at achieving immortality. Such a notion was beyond madness to Ulic, who felt prolonged life was a misery. He did not come to seek the mysteries of the Orchid and live eternally, he came to die. Though he would preform his Last Rites through good deeds. As he stepped into mezzanine of the library he looked down to see a hideous creature, a Sith Spawn perhaps, with a tail like tongue and glowing green eyes. It had called out over and over to others to reveal themselves. The Jedi did not respond to these cries, sensing they were not directed to him, he just having arrived. He did notice the smoke was coming from burning books, volumes immolating in a furnance. When he was a Padawan such a scene would have enraged him, the loss of such knowledge, but now who cared, in any event it may have been dark musings that needed to be lost. The Jedi Knight was careful to not make a sound as he stepped away into a room, there he found a wall painted in blood, reading “No Escape!”
He had come to the right place.

 

[Todblaz Graker]

Outfit | Ranger Armor
Objective | 3
Weapons | HX-Revolver [2] ; H1 Sniper Rifle
Equipment | Breaching Charges ; Thermal Detonators ; Cortosis Gloves
Tag | Makani Kandor ; Valery Noble

OOC: New div, sorry if it throws anyone off, just thought the old one looked bad

Tod maintained a discrete distance behind the group of clones as they ventured deeper into the facility. At a junction in the hallway, just after the group had passed by, his night-vision revealed something that grabbed his attention. It was difficult to make out from the distance, but it appeared to be a foot of some kind, suggesting the presence of a larger being just around the corner. He quickly moved on deciding to not stick around to draw the attention of whatever it was.

Although he stayed far enough back to avoid casual detection, the glare of a flashlight could easily expose his presence. While he suspected that the woman leading the group was aware of him, he had no intention of provoking a confrontation unless it was absolutely necessary.

Orders could be heard from the group, amplified by the speakers him his helmet. The group seemed to be getting into firing positions, maybe to engage some enemy that Tod could not see. The positioning of two soldiers stopped him dead in his tracts. From his vantage point, they appeared to be gazing down the hall in his direction, though the low-light environment, even with his night-vision, made it difficult to confirm.

With the group's flashlights illuminated, Tod decided to power down his goggles. He couldn't risk being stunned if one of the flashlights was inadvertently pointed in his direction. Tod's pace quickened, inadvertently narrowing the gap between him and the group, until the rearguards went from being indistinct, hazy outlines to clearly visible figures with discernible colors. The sound of blaster fire stopped him as he saw the unholy spawns of creatures being illuminated and cut down at the end of the hall.

He moved his rifle to a better offensive hold, ready to pull it up in the case of a need to use it. From behind he thought he could hear the lumbering of multiple animals, humans, or whatever moving towards him and the group.

 

[Ulic Indominus Kun]

TAGS: OPEN

Objective 2: Academy

The Jedi Knight looked out yhe window, when suddenly something smashed through the glass, its movements were like a whirlwind as its blades moved around in jabs. Ulic snapped his yellow jasper blade to meet these shotos, the crackling of the two meeting as they fought in the room. The confined space gave this Assassin the advantage, so Ulic beat them back, trying to use his blade as a pole that kept those two purple teeth away from him.

With a smile the Jedi growled,

“That’s the Spirit!”

He kicked the pinned Assassin into a wall, then held them down with free hand in the Force. Running to the door was a Sith Trooper with a rocket launcher that it pointed at him.

“Farrik!”

He dropped on top of the Assassin as the propelled grenade went overhead in a trail of smoke and hit the Temple bell tower, engulfing it in flame and making it ring as it fell.

Ulic with a free hand pulled the trooper over head and out the window, but the fall on the Assassin had dug those anythest tips into his lower abdomen and belly. He puller them out, and stood with two black marks. The Assassin writhed as he held them down with The Jedi Power, and then re-activated his blade slit their throat making them go lino. He then staggered, knocking over chairs and tables.

“So it begins.. thank you, I am ready Ashla.”

He leaned against the door frame and made his way against the wall, drops of blood fell from his mouth. He placed his index and middle fingers to touch his tongue. He could call The Force to heal, but he refused. Instead with some adrenaline that he inserted via syringe he carried on.

You could always count on Sith to give you your wish.. death wish.

 

[Lady Venge]

OBJECTIVE 2
Odacer-Faustin
Outbreak Ground Zero

Venge finally spotted what appeared to be a tunnel leading into the ruins, partially blocked by fallen rocks and slabs of ice. Stretching forth her right hand, she focused on the debris as she slowly curled her fingers into a tight fist. Without warning, the rock and ice blocking the tunnel crumbled into powder. As the dust subsided, an unsettling sound reached both her and Darth Amarok's ears from somewhere down inside the tunnel. It sounded as if someone were trying to speak through a mangled throat and a mouth full of phlegm.

"Suddenly...I have a very bad feeling about this," Venge muttered, as she reached for her lightsabers and ignited them.

"Likewise," Darth Amarok replied gravely, as he ignited his own weapons.

"Traitors....usurpers....these secrets....are not for you," the voice gurgled.

"Well, It seems our reputations precede us, my Lady," Lord Amarok remarked drily.

"Your twisted sense of humor always manages to manifest at the most inopportune times, Amarok," Venge replied, her hands gripping the hilts of her lightsabers a bit tighter.

"Only because finding ourselves in situations like this seems to be the norm, as of late," Amarok countered.

"Are you implying we need a holiday," Venge inquired.

"If we make it out of here in one piece," Lord Amarok answered. "Definitely."

TAGS- OPEN

 

[Marcus Dinn]

Objective 3
Location: Inside the Bio-Spire
Tags: Lossa Aureus​

Not long after he cut down the two zombies, the rest of the horde suddenly changed direction, leaving him to deal with the Jedi alone. Silas had apparently found a more pressing target elsewhere—namely the encroaching forces of Makani Kandor , whom the Hollow Hungerers under his thrall now sought to overrun and devour.

The Jedi tried to speak through a malfunctioning helmet comm. Marcus stared her down until she fixed her mic, his blade growling at his side.

"I'd say it isn't yours yet."

In light of the dying Khayyam’s last pilgrimage, her words rang hollow to him. “You’re treading on an ancient Sith site, one with as much significance to us as an old Jedi enclave fallen into disrepair has to you,” he said. “This time it is your Order who has invaded a sacred space, seeking to plunder its secrets and seize the knowledge contained within.”

That was when she tried to hit him. It was a warding swipe, probably intended to push him away and create some distance between them, but it was all he needed to warrant defending himself. His blade crashed into hers with a sharp crack, a brute force blow meant to overwhelm and overpower her. Let her be the one who was forced back.

 

[Astrid pentoghast]

Objective 2
post:1
tag: open

Astrid had come for knowledge not for immortality she didn't trust the claim to it without studying it first. It's effects what it could do as she stood within the halls of the academy her lightsaber on her hip as she wore warm dathomiri clothing as she walked through the academy she could feel the darkness here something about it felt wrong too her. If this sith had attained immortality why was this place abandoned for so long it didn't add up that was what intrigued her to come here if his experiment went wrong she hoped to somehow use it against her enemies.


Or she hoped to perfect it for herself but she doubted that would happen soon as she walked the academy Astrid felt the presence of many others around. She knew she wouldn't be the only one to search for drears immortality but she partially didn't expect so many but that just meant she would have to double her efforts as she looked for a hidden entrance to the tunnles below every good sith had a secret lab.

 

[Lossa Aureus]

Objective: 3 - Post 4
Equipment: Skinsuit, Full Gear
Accessories: Bracelet, Echo Stone
Weapons: Lossa's Lightsaber, Turmoil - Lightsaber, Concealed Blaster, Nasty-Stabby
Tags: Marcus Dinn

They were nice enough to wait for her to fix her comm. Feeling a tinge of guilt at striking at them after they explained their purpose in being here. Sith sites tended to be something of worry however, and it made her bark at him in reply.

"Given the tendency to alter or corrupt, whatever is hidden here probably shouldn't be found at all." Her blade smacked away as both sabers gave a loud crack at the contact.

There were others near them, but with her attention focused on the one in front of her she couldn't give it much consideration. A raucous symphony of Blaster fire elsewhere giving her plenty of motivation to get past this roadblock. His strike carried power behind it, swiping her own strike sideways as she let the blow carry her.

Arms thrown sideways as she put her momentum into a slide to strike at his feet with a sweeping kick. Her white bladed saber held wide to keep from striking either of them.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: xxx
WEAPONS: Wolfsbane | Ferrum Solus | Blodmåne | Strømafbryder
COMPANION: xxx
TAG: Connel Vanagor

The wolf maintained his connection with the Skelmorn as he ventured through the abandoned facility. There was other life, Gerwald could feel the Jedi and their soldiers nearing the place. The dark side also moved closer, and shadowed figure making his way through the area for his own designs and purposes. Gerwald did not care what took place or what happened in this regard. His mission was specific, a list, supplies, the key, were the things he was after. His companion was simply there to ensure the path forward would not be hindered.

The Sith Lord looked through its eyes. Beast Mastery of all sorts were skills which came natural to the wolf. His carnal and animalistic nature made it easy for him to connect with all kinds of monstrous creatures, and more gentile domestics as well. He could raise an army without difficulty if he needed, but today all he needed was the beast which had somehow become his most loyal pet.

It cleared the way effectively and efficiently, and in a moment returned to the shadow, out of sight from any who would wish to do it harm. Gerwald found his way inside a wide corridor which seemed to be promising. There were many twists and turns, though the wolf was determined to find the things which were not so obvious.

A misplaced crack, a shelf that seemed fastened to a wall which did not make sense, or light seeping through something that it should not be. Gerwald knew that what he was looking for would not be in the open, nor would it be sitting out in some laboratory lost to time. The wolf had explored the tombs of Korriban enough to know that what the Sith valued most remained hidden away to time.

He was being followed… or someone was approaching.

Gerwald’s nostrils twitched and his ears pulled back. His Lupine senses made him aware of the intruder’s proximity long before the snap hiss of the lightsaber announced him. The potential combatant was still some distance off, but that did not stop Gerwald from preparing himself. If someone was foolish enough to face him in battle, they would learn why he had been the Lord Commander of the Knights Obsidian.

“I can smell you…”

His voice echoed through the dark facility. The tone was almost taunting, but more straightforward. It was a matter of fact, and Gerwald wanted whoever it was to know he knew.

“You do not need to die today. Turn back now.”

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Objective 2: Drear's Academy

The words of his peer, his once fellow apprentice, drifted over to him. Malum was on the frozen, metallic ground of the academy, his eyes closed, his head leaning up against the icy wall, somehow seeming to both be sleeping and in a meditative trance, Ali's words annoyed him for reasons he could not fathom. For those not in the know, several questions may have been asked of Malum. How exactly he was sleeping in these kinds of conditions? And perhaps far more importantly, why was he sleeping in these kinds of conditions, in the middle of an operation against the greatest of their foes?

Of course, anyone in the know would be able to slap those who asked such absurd questions, right across the head, like some sort of chiding teacher, for the sheer absurdity of the questions.

As Malum stood, his eyes rubies revealing themselves to the world, their brightness, almost beacons in the dark, he was seeing double.

One saw the darkness of the academy hallways, so barren, so decrepit, having been abandoned for centuries, yet still holding its shape, even if being cut down at the seams, even if without consideration, or thought, the Sith blew holes across its manifold. So uncaring of what ancient knowledge, was gutted, destroyed, in the tumult.

One expected such behaviour from the Jedi, so scared of what they could not see in the dark.

As if the dark was in itself the enemy, that they had to shine their light against.

Ignorance was their strength, while knowledge was his.

Yet, his Sith had long ago shifted, long ago broken from the high-minded ideals, that had perhaps not been realistic but had been right. Those which kept them aligned on the right path, no matter how much the Force attempted to control them, break them, and mould them into their loyal foot soldiers in the war for balance.

Unleash me.

His thoughts were broken as he stretched his taut and cold muscles, and yawned as if indeed having woken from a nap.

"Comms report Alliance landings across the planet, and of course, there's the battle above the system," Malum reported, and then his vision shifted, towards the Shadow he had placed upon the roof of the Academy, the one which in contrast to Malum's own sight, witnessed the light, witnessed the snow, the true cold drudgery of what this planet had in store for them. The cold, which if one fell to, they would never find the corpse.

The Shadow saw the avalanche approaching.

The avalanche which had been summoned at such a coincidental time.

One which could not have been formed by their breach charges alone.

"The Jedi are near the Academy, an avalanche of their making is about to strike the walls. I would brace if I were you." He spoke with such a lack of emotionality, that it bordered on sarcasm, yet none could doubt the veracity of his words, as from outside the steel compound, the sound of snow... lots of snow... too much snow, was rapidly approaching.

He brought his wristcomm up to his mouth, "Rearguard, get inside and fortify the entrance, anyone outside the walls will not survive."

Only to hear static in response.

"Correction, the Jedi are already here."

His form suddenly disappeared from view, yet his voice permeated the corridors.

"Allow me to handle our guests, continue the mission as you will, Darth Strosius."

Something... something he knew all too well, yet still refused to give a name, was gnawing at him.

All he knew now, was as long as he stood here, no longer passive against the wall.

He was a greater threat to Ali, than the Jedi ever could be.

Darth Strosius Jonyna Si Allyson Locke Aymeric Prendergast

 

[Phoenix Kasari]

Post: 3
Location: Drear's Academy, Odacer-Faustin
Objective: Protectors
Equipment: DC-15s side arm blaster | Tetan War Spear | Tetan Short Sword | Black Tetan Armor | Mask | Robes
Allies: Galactic Alliance
Enemies: Sith Order
Tags: Anak Darkstar

Not sure what she was seeing through the pups' eyes as hideous creature emerged into the building and just tossed the pup aside causing Phoenix to wince. She couldn't feel the pup's pain, but she could feel its fear and fright at the beast whatever it was. Phoenix herself was not without humanity even if she had been a vampire longer than she had ever been human. She still had strong values against the abuse of children and animals even though part of her only saw them as food.

The pup was resilient though and dominated mentally so Phoenix made it continue to follow this new creature that had entered the picture. Large and grotesque looking with a long slithery tongue. It had to be a sith spawn of some kind she figured only something so disgusting could be created by the sith. She watched on as the beast began to try and torture a droid librarian. Not the smartest thing to do if it was trying to draw her out or someone else. Phoenix didn't care if the droid lived or died, it was an object of service it had no life value in her eyes.

That was cold for someone who was a senator, of the Galactic alliance that seemed to have a damn bleeding heart for droids as of late. Still a droid meant little to nothing to her the beast could torture it all day and it still wouldn't draw her out. She continued to watch through the pups' eyes as the beast went on trying to melt the droid into liquid metal over the pyre of books. She could now sense the beast with the force as she pushed harder into, the pups mind to make it an extension of her own power temporarily.

It was the man she had met in library she could feel it now. He had metamorphosed into whatever this creature was. About the only thing Phoenix could think of was Dathomir magic they had a spell of Transformation of some kind, she had never seen only heard stories and rumors. This whole situation was getting stranger and stranger by the damn minute and Phoenix had to wonder if she had been zapped by some hallucinogenic mushroom in this old moldy library. It was like a Spice trip roller coaster ride into the abyss of madness. There was only one way to fight madness and that was with madness.

A complete facsimile of the man she had met earlier appeared standing beside the pup staring at the back of the beast that had been him once. The Faux Anak glared at the beasts back his eyes staring straight into the thing's soul. "What are you supposed to be? Am I supposed to be impressed by what you have become? A carnal beast from the depths of Chaos? You are pathetic and weak!" The Facsimile also called a doppelganger was indistinguishable from the real Anak and could fool just about anyone except those very adept at mentalism and illusion.

​

 

[Darth Amarok]

OBJECTIVE 2
Odacer-Faustin
Outbreak Ground Zero

As Darth Amarok stood besides Lady Venge, lightsabers poised for battle against whatever lurked ahead in the tunnel, he heard an ominous rumbling and turned his head to see a billowing cloud of white rushing towards them from somewhere overhead.

"AVALANCHE," he shouted, getting Venge's attention, pointing with one of his sabers towards the wall of white death hurling down on them.

The two Sith Lords dove into the tunnel as the avalanche roared down, blocking the entrance behind them.

For a moment, they lay there, breathless at the narrowness of their escape, until Lady Venge broke the silence with a question.

"Are we alive?"

"We must be, I don't see that white haired old goon who called himself your Master staring down our necks," Lord Amarok answered.

"You never really liked Lord Retsinis, did you?"

"No," Darth Amarok said truthfully. "Even more so when I discovered what he had done to my family and how he had erased the memories of it from my mind."

"I always told him doing that was no way to sway people to our cause, especially someone as strong willed as you. Old fool never listened," Venge stated.

From somewhere further into the tunnel, the strangled, gurgling voices continued.

"As much as I'd like to sit here and reminisce about the old days, I think we'd better get moving," Amarok interjected. "Something tells me we're about to have some unexpected company soon."

TAGS- OPEN

 

[Raphael Gallustrade]

OBJECTIVE 3

A blaster shot rang out, and he cursed under his breath; that was going to be a bad thing. With those blasts, he suddenly had the knowledge that there was a squad and, if there was a squad, it would most likely be the Alliance's soldiers. Potentiality for Jedi to be nearby was worryingly high and, for a moment, he was afraid, yet... he could use that fear to further empower him, yet the sounds of those blaster fire shots was far closer than he'd hoped. He could feel Valery in the Force, as well.

He flattened himself into the side of the alcove in the wall, as a small horde raced past, in the direction of the blaster fire, and then he hopped out, running down the way they'd come from. If he could keep moving, he could get to the storage room. It was all that he could really do to keep moving. If he had to, he could...probably very easily avoid the Jedi and her entourage, but he knew that she could still find him, if they got too close.

Feeling that same darkness coming, again, he leapt down a nearby hallway, hiding behind a cabinet, as a small group of the undead charged down the hallway. But he knew that those creatures wouldn't stop the Galactic Alliance squad. He wondered if they were here for the same reason that he was, or if they were there for something else. He'd given River the go ahead to go and get help. Still, he couldn't betray his master, no matter how much of a queen she'd been to him. He focused on Adeline, on the anger that he held for her and drew upon that, drew upon the dark from within to move faster and stay focused, though that would make him far easier to detect, if he could get there before they did, then he would grab this "special project" and run.

"Keep moving, Raphael. Do not get caught. Remember how the Jedi abandoned you... Remember how they left you for dead... Keep that in mind. Just at the forefront and force that to sharpen your senses..." He took a breath and took off running once more.

 

[Cord Starfall]

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Post: 4
Location: Mortis Bio-Sphere
Objective: Monster Inside
Equipment: Green MidNight Duster | Fiend | Solar | Sith Armor | Wrist dart launchers & Wrist Lanvarok (Electro-darts & Explosive darts) | x2 DL-44 heavy blaster pistol | Sith Helmet Mask | Stun gauntlets | X2 Sith Daggers
Allies: Valery Noble | Todblaz Graker | Makani Kandor | Lossa Aureus | Connel Vanagor | Cordelia 'Cori' Eldoris
Enemies: Darth Kentarch | Marcus Dinn
Engagement Tag: Lucia Naberrie | Cordelia 'Cori' Eldoris

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No breath just a slip of finger pressure on the trigger, that nearly silent thum of fire leaving the suppressed gun. The first shot was fired towards Cord's back midsection, a cowardly act in any warriors' eyes. The first shot of a plasma bolt slammed into Cords back catching her just before she got a force shield around her to protect her body. Cord jolted forward a few steps as the hot plasma bit through the outer layer of her duster and into the sith armor underneath. The heat of the metal intensified and seared across her back. Though the armor did absorb the blast it couldn't take many hits like that and survive, and it still heated the metals and would cause sever burns.

Cord stumbled forward and dropped to her knees her eyes still stubbornly fixated on the facility ahead of her. Her Orange eyes burned with sulfuric fury. As the pursuer continued to open fire on her and move around her to try and cut her off and down. The Force shield held out taking the blasts, but it required focus to maintain at this level. She would have to drop it to mount and offensive. Her eyes caught the diminutive frame of the one that called herself Lucia. For the first time actually seeing what was hunting her in the woods.

Cord's hand went to her swords, ready to pull Solar first to attempt to blind her foe. Yet before she could pull the sword and call her blinding blast of light something, no someone leapt over her head. Cord looked up to see a young Jedi or so she assumed jump between her and Lucia. Then attempted to snatch Lucia's weapon with a whip. Cord growled under her breath, even as the young one spoke asking if either were alliance.

Cord hunted and fought alone it was the sith in her, the warrior in her you always tested yourself. Even if the odds were against you, you fought you didn't let others fight for you. It was why she had fit so well in the Shadows when she had become a Jedi, because if she knew anything it was how to fight to survive alone without help. Even as a Pirate she would be the last of her crew to disengage from a conflict to make sure her crew got far enough away. She was the Jedi willing to stand against the whole damn order when they let a genocidal jedi master snake man off with slap on the wrist. She didn't need help, didn't want it and all it would lead to was this young Jedi getting hurt and Cord feeling like it was her fault and she hated that feeling.

Just another name she would have to add to her mask, a name of someone she harmed and would have to continue to right her wrongs. As she closed her eyes on her knees she muttered under her breath to the writers in the sky. "Why the hell am I even still here, haven't I done enough?" In the moments her eyes were closed she heard shots ring out in the distance from the facility up ahead. She could feel that people had breached the outer doors and whatever was inside now stirred. Then Cord like some damn fool began to laugh. "Hahahaha…..Now death is coming just frakking great." Her eyes opened and she looked past Lucia to the newcomer. "Get the hell out of here kid, the people you're looking for are about to die in there." Cord nodded her head towards the facility up ahead. "Go play Jidai, let me deal with the Grotthu." Her native sith Tongue slipping out as she said Jedi and referring Lucia as a slave.

 

[Anak Darkstar]

Objective II: Dread’s Academy

TAG: Phoenix Kasari

The Bestial Anak had cried out and none came forth save One, it appeared in the likeness of something familiar. The Beast mouth came colose to this mimic of his natural self. The creature raised its tongue as a tentacle, poised to jab at it like a javilian of moist muscle, when it stopped and sniffed.

“Clawver.. Cleaver.. come out.”

The Beast’s teeth retracted inward, its great muscular arms contorted, and Anak now was returned to his former self, only now a great hilt hung from his belt. He took the Soul Sword
and ignited its brilliant peridot fire, it crackled as an unstable flame, he held it to his Mirror Image.

“Impressive trick, tell me what do you gain by impersonating me hmmm? I am not Sith, I am not Jedi, I serve no Alliance or Empire, there is nothing to gain from walking in my shoes.”

He turned away from doppelgänger and looked for the Woman he had encountered earlier.

“I see you have made use of this pup, it being your eyes.”

He held the sword near the animal, the pummel opened up, releasing a green energy and then resealed back into one piece.

“Too bad it has no soul. I can feel yours though.. it calls to me.”

The Hell Spawn walked with the Soul Sword towards that wall he had heard the voice before.

“I am dying to try out my new reaper..”

Some Sith Soldiers emerged with rifles, and stood there, they began firing at him, the bolts tearing into his armor and body, leaving gapping holes of green gel like light.

“Give me.. your.. souls!”

He flipped the switch on the pummel and it released a wave of green plasma that covered the three Sith troopers and plucked from their mortal shells their spirits which flew into his blade and made it extend to 4 feet in length.

“Ah.. that is better.. I wonder how many more I can reap before this planet is pillaged by the Alliance and the Sith.”

Holding his cruciform saber in the air, he cried out.

“Hell wills it!”

The Anak Darkstar that had been before was gone, in his place was a New Creation, a Reaper with terrifying Necro Powers. Reborn in chrysalis of Chaos, he now stormed this world, collecting more souls for The Void. His hunger was insatiable, more Troopers formed in library and he reaped, making his blade reach almost to the mezzanine.

This new Angel of Death was worse than the Feral Creature, as troops engaged him with blaster fire and sabers, he swept his great blade through them, cutting flesh and spirit, some flew to his pummel, others were torn into pieces for The Outer Darkness. The lines began to break, with each soul he did take.

Satisfied he searched for the Woman. He was not interested in reaping her, more curious to her interest in Him. She had bothered to control the pup and make a Mimic, why? No one else seemed to pay Him heed.

 

[Lucia Naberrie]

Location: Approaching Mortis Bio-Sphere - Odacer-Faustin
Dialogue Legend: <<Technopathy Link>> │ “Verbal”
Objective: Mortis Bio-Spire - Secure Ancient Research
Direct Engagement: Cord Starfall Cordelia 'Cori' Eldoris

The sudden, cacophonic din of blaster fire emanating from within the Spire was immediately perceived and processed. It seemed that a number of soldiers had already breached the facility and met fierce resistance in doing so. Fortunately, while their progress was not yet a concern, the risk of them reaching the ancient research before she did increased with every second that the gynoid spent engaged against the witch.

She would have to end this quickly.

As if on cue, another complication manifested itself, in the form of a pink and orange-haired woman armed with two teal blue lightwhips—weapons that were not dissimilar to Lucia’s own, both of which were hidden inside her arms. From there, the lightwhip-wielding woman soared over the witch in a maneuver that was no doubt enhanced by the Force to swiftly close the 35 meters of distance between Lucia and Cord. As her body flipped in mid-air, one of her whips lashed out to seemingly strike at the gynoid. Lucia reacted instantly—by abruptly dropping her weight to the ground just as the flexible tip of the woman’s lightwhip lashed at the empty space that the gynoid had occupied only a split of a second before. However, as she watched the whip curl in on itself, Lucia immediately realized that the woman’s whip would not have struck her in a manner that was intended to kill or inflict harm, but rather, to disarm her.

“That was not an intelligent move, Jedi.” The synthetic assassin spoke with an eerie calm as she floated back into an upright position, her feet hovering only a few inches above the ground as she did. And yet, Lucia now had two incredibly dangerous opponents set against her—a witch and a Jedi.

Hesitation now would see the gynoid turned into a little more than a broken doll.

In a motion far too fast to be anything close to human, Lucia snapped her rifle’s sight onto the lightwhip-wielding Jedi’s chest and fired a single, wide-spray burst of superheated plasma at her from less than five meters away with the underbarrel plasma caster. Simultaneously, the gynoid skated backward with a quick burst of acceleration propelled by her body’s repulsors, in an effort to create more distance between herself and her two opponents. In that regard, she had potentially turned the less than five meters of space between her and the Jedi into 10 and the 35 meters of space separating her and the witch into 40 in the blink of an eye.

Now with additional space, Lucia snapped her rifle’s sights towards the witch immediately after her initial attack on the Jedi and opened fire. On cue, a rapid burst of three bolts exploded out from the barrel of the assassin’s rifle within the span of a half-second, with the first two bolts aimed for her target’s lower torso, while the third was set for her upper chest.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Bloodflower Sapphire
  
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • Utility
    
    • Synthspray
    • Lucia Naberrie’s Headband - ¹⁄₁₅ Concentration
  • Droid
    
    • IBIS Drone
• DDS-77 Silverhand (2)
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • 10 Round Magazine - Incendiary (4)
    • 10 Round Magazine - Standard Slug (4)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
• ETL-36 Assault Rifle
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Power Cell (2)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Rifle Silencer
    • UPC-06 Underbarrel Plasma Caster
      
      • Ammunition
        
        • Medium Plasma Gas Canister (2)
• AI-Gx02 Si-Plasma Grenade (2)
• Flash Grenade (2)

 

[Xeykard]

Zark San Tekka | Objective II​

Xeykard's journey had taken him through the library's stacks, clambering row by row for anything of use. Knowledge of immortality was the goal, yes, but not his -- the prize he sought would be greater and ever more dangerous. He needed every advantage. Else, his punishment would be eternal.

He had never been much of a sorcerer. He'd seen it mostly as a choice; his strength and aptitude in other areas inclined him to develop different skills, but he was sure he could learn if he tried. Even his now-lost apprentice was more skilled in the magic of the Sith than him, and that child had been meek and powerless. But poring over the texts here merely confused him; as he struggled to decipher the words he found it more and more incomprehensible. Slowly he read aloud, sounding it all out with care, trying desperately to learn something of use.

Even as he felt the attack beginning he could not let go of the feeling. Soldiers and Sith gathered to repel the Jedi and their allies. Xeykard joined them, finding his own place at a junction of hallways leading towards the central library. In time, his opponent arrived.

"Far enough," he said, igniting his saber.

 

[Ulic Indominus Kun]

TAGS: Anak Darkstar

Objective 2

The Jedi Knight heard the words of the Sith Spawn, they had shifted from a guttural growl to a coherence and clarity. Making his way down the stairs he watched as Sith Troopers fles in terror and others fell at his feet as yellow-green spirits passed from their bodies and crept around the corner. Ulic rounded the wall to see the Source, a Titan in red robes and those burning green eyes, holding a Crossguard saber which burned to match his eyes, and in whose handle the spirits entered.

The Jedi stepped forth with his blade humming, golden it caste him in that light.

“What devilry is this?”

He held his blade out in protest.

“I have traveled the Shatter Space, seen things in distant galaxies, and nothing.. nothing like this.. what are you?”

The Jedi was unnerved, part of it was his blood loss, but this Reaper was actually harvesting souls. Like some being from a mythology of one of the worlds he had traveled to, the Guardian of the Dead. But this was not a legend, this was a Living Being that stood before him. It had a lightsaber which crackled and armor. How could The Force allow such a nightmare to exist? No, that was it, The Great Mystery is cruel. He had seen the monsters wrought by it, and now he faced His Death, literally, standing in front of him was a One who commanded souls.

Ulic stood with both hands on his saber hilt.

“I have seen enough.. I shall bury this nightmare or be consumed by it.”

Ulic charged, sweeping his blade towards the helm of this Lord of the Underworld. He coughed uo blood which bounces off his breast plate, his edge sweeping rather high over the top of the helm.

 

[Phoenix Kasari]

Post: 4
Location: Drear's Academy, Odacer-Faustin
Objective: Protectors
Equipment: DC-15s side arm blaster | Tetan War Spear | Tetan Short Sword | Black Tetan Armor | Mask | Robes
Allies: Galactic Alliance
Enemies: Sith Order
Tags: Anak Darkstar

All life had a soul, even the pup he had stolen life from with his reaper blade. A lesser soul but still a soul just the same. Nothing was devoid of essence other than droids, though you could create artificial life with the darkside acting as a soul in things like the undead. That is what made droids the oddity, an intelligence but a soulless one, a machine that could think but never truly understand what it was to live. Then again since the force flowed through all things maybe the force did give them a soul in a way but unlike a truly living thing you couldn't feed on it.

"Understanding." The words echoed through the library to reach Anak's ears in answer to what she might gain from him. Knowledge was the greatest power in the universe, you could uplift worlds or destroy them with it. You could defeat your greatest enemies in one deceive battle if you had enough of it. Demoralize them to the point of complete self-annihilation. Knowledge was the only power no Empire or Alliance could defeat, that is why they always had their dark secrets no matter how clean they tried to make themselves in the minds of the public.

Phoenix kept herself out of sight of Anak playing a game of cat and mouse but what Anak hadn't realized he was the mouse in this game. He seemed to think himself this unyielding being of Chaos, a God in the mortal coil. Yet Phoenix had already figured out the man's weakness, the spot where he could be stopped. Where his hubris could be broken and brought to the level, he was more deserving of.

Phoenix found herself on the upper levels of the library standing in front of a pedestal. On her way to this level, she had grabbed a book one she knew well because it was one that was in countless sith and even Krath libraries. She opened it and set it on the pedestal then she called out to Anak. "I'm on the upper levels come find me, if you want to know more." The book before her was a sith sorcery book full of unbinding and banishment spells.

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[Anak Darkstar]

Objective II: Dread’s Academy

TAG: Ulic Indominus Roma

The Hell Spawn harvested more with his Soul Blade, their spectral plasma entering his hilt when he heard a voice stir. Before him was a Man brandishing a blade of light, a Paladin, who gave a pedigree of their vast experiences before asking the Son of Hell what he was. It was quite fitting that a Jedi would stand against Hell’s Son, the beauty of hope ws how delusional it was.

Before the Hell Spawn could give answer, the Jedi charged and swept his blade for his brow. What was most amusing about this rather easy to parry move was that Anak felt blood grace his breast, and with one hand he grabbed the wrists as he knelt, the pressure he now put in them was to conjure agony, enough to make the Jedi regret this obvious strike, but not enough to break his hands.

“I am The Void.. and if you are not careful Son of Light, I will caste you therein!”

The Sword of Chaos tossee the Jedi into a book case that dispensed its knowledge on him. The Hell Spawn continued his search for Phoenix Kasari , when he sensed the books shaking. Anak turned as codex after codex raised into the air, the pages flapping as if wind blowing them. It was clear that The Jedi was resolved to keep his word afterall.

The Son of Hell flicked his hilt to release that plasma, it reached out as vapors of peridot, digging past the volumes for this victim.

“All too easy..”

Words he had heard on Mustafar from The Apparition of Lord Vader and now they were his own. The legacy of tyrants carrying on, only where one had tried to stop the grave, the other had become the grave.

The Reaper called to the Ritter of Ashla, would the soul be plucked easily or fight gallantly?

 

[Phoenix Kasari]

Post: 5
Location: Drear's Academy, Odacer-Faustin
Objective: Protectors
Equipment: DC-15s side arm blaster | Tetan War Spear | Tetan Short Sword | Black Tetan Armor | Mask | Robes
Allies: Galactic Alliance
Enemies: Sith Order
Tags: Anak Darkstar

Phoenix pulled a small vial from her utility belt with her left hand and then with her right quickly sifted through the pages of the book. Her hand stopping on the page she was looking for, spell for banishment. The spell had a high cost, and she knew it but it was the only way to put an end to Anak's delusion of reality. All the power and souls he had consumed everything he had gained could be banished form from whence they came and could be severed from him untethered. Sent back to the chaos and imprisoned there. He would become the simple man he was before nothing more and from there one would see what happened next.

"Ad chaos ex pulmenti primordiali natus es. deleo te hinc, ex hac re. Carcerem ferro et sanguine nunquam redire." With that Phoenix opened the vial setting it on the pedestal with the book. She then pulled out a knife and cut the palm of her right hand and let the blood drip into the vial. She then reached into her utility belt and pulled out a piece of chalk and she dropped to the floor and began scribbling runes on the floor. As she continued with the words written on the page.

"Irruimus in abyssum. Numquam oculi mei umquam videbunt aut recuperabunt. Non eris ultra mortalis vis tua in hoc regno. Semper hinc amplexus negavit Chaos." With that she grabbed the vial of blood and spilled it across the ruins so that only she could undo the spell being cast. The powers of Chaos within Anak would be forever banished from this existence and Anak would return who he was before Chaos. So, with that she sealed the words of banishment.

"Hoc signaculo meo sanguine." For a few moments nothing happened it was dead silent. Then the howls of Chaos itself came calling. Whirling winds started to poor through the library and the death riders came through to rip all the powers of chaos from Anak and restore him the man he was before he had ever touched chaos.

As all hell was breaking loose and Chaos came calling to take what Anak had stolen back. Phoenix packed up what ever books she could and left out through a nearby Library window. No longer having interest in Anak or this place. The high cost of the spell was going to be a lot of pain and anguish possibly even death for anyone who remained close to Anak as the death riders came to take back what rightfully belonged to Chaos. That was another good reason to just get the hell out of there.

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Translations:

• Back to chaos from the primordial soup you were born. I banish thee from this existence, from this reality. Never to return imprisoned in iron and blood.
• Dropped into the deep abyss. No eyes shall ever see or retrieve again. Your power no more mortal man you shall be here in this realm. Forever denied Chaos's embrace hence forth.
• I seal this with my blood.

(OOC: this my exit post)