Oh Lorrd [The Primeval Dominion of Lorrd]

[Krux Mullarus]

Objectice C: The Slave Pits
Allies: Darth Azureahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/8454-darth-azurea/http://starwarsrp.net/user/8454-darth-azurea/ | Darth Pyrrhus
Enemies: Darth Zola
Post 5 of 20

That may have been the most dramatic entrance Mullarus had seen yet.

Eyes widening, Mullarus turned to the side to see the woman, engulfed in flame. Her appearance came to him as an even bigger surprise at the speaking of her words: "This is where you say yes."

His face morphed into a scowl. He recognized her voice being the one invading his mind, not the spirits of the Slave Pits...

Is this place all a lie?!

"Oh good, you do have a physical body...one that can bleed and suffer." Mullarus, being the hateful man he was, preferred to act calm, but to keep his anger and his Sith passion in his heart and soul, for it was what Sith fed upon for their power. However, this woman, whom had invaded his own mind to try and get him to betray his masters during his very first real mission...she had brought up an anger he had not felt since the bith acolyte who struck Mullarus from behind.

Mullarus took his sword from his back and into his hand, assuming [member="Darth Azurea"] would accompany him in battling this...privacy invader/

"Who do you think you are invading my mind like I am some sort of child? I am not defenseless!"

Pyrrhus' words echoed in the back of his mind...

“Through passion, I gain strength. Be the master of your own emotions. Use them to serve your purpose, do not become their slave."

Time I do you proud, master.

 

[Zola]

Objective: C
Location: Down in the slave pits
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Mullarus"] [member="Darth Azurea"]
Gear: Zeyd-cloth robe, lightsaber, Confessor's whip
5/20

Yellow-orange flames blazed in Darth Zola's brown eyes as she squared off with the Sith. As the Dark Side swelled palpably around the cultist, her head snapped to the shadow of the female Sith and then with a sharp creak of her neck, lowered. With that one motion, she pushed a strong Mind Twist into the woman's consciousness. The insidious suggestion sought to convince the Sith Lady that the male Acolyte needed this trial so that his mettle would be tested. If successful, Zola's assault would ensure that the Acolyte's female chaperon would not interfere in combat.

Her head whipped back to the Sith and cocked to the side. A dark smile painted her face. Zola's petite hands began to gesticulate slowly. The flickering aegis dissipated as the flames slid forward into her arms and around her flesh, enveloping them like living gauntlets. Zola had endured excruciating trials at the hands of Primeval Warlord Vheissu Ireles to learn the power of psychokinesis, and she had honed the skill to an almost frightening precision.

"Your Order is just another form of enslavement," she announced as she wove the fire on an invisible loom. "And the end goals only serve your so-called Dark Lord's selfish aims."

Zola's fingers continued to pluck and shape, finally molding the fire into the long conical shape of a giant wyrm which undulated out from her hands and crawled upon the floor of the pit. It encircled the Acolyte, a living, pulsating ring of fire that sought to keep him held in place.

"Submit to me, and you will see another way. The doors to perception can be opened for you, boy. Whatever your Master is teaching you, is merely a shadow of what you could learn from Malevolence."

 

[The Traveler]

Objective: A
Location: Meeting room.
Allies: Jun Nezhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/8470-jun-nez/http://starwarsrp.net/user/8470-jun-nez/ | 50H31 | Mishk | The Traveler Anja Aj'Rou Orkamaa [member="Darth Voracitos"]
Enemies: N/A
[03/20] Sorry about delay been a bad little bit

" well assurances are of little consequence to our activities and our goals here, as you very well know that the Prime could take this planet by force if they wish, out of respect for what you bring and the contributions your knowledge will bring we sit here to peacefully bring you into our glorious folds. What you should be considering is the fact that your people have had a long history of well to be blunt slavery. You have been conquered and conquered yet you always prevail and keep your culture alive, the Lorrdian's are a people of survivors and with the Prime that history will go on as partners, who will defend to our last drop of blood your people. I am sure that our glorious Host Lord [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] will select a fitting governor who values what you can provide us.

Have faith in us, and your faith shall be rewarded. Under the banner of the Prime your libraries will expand ten fold, you will be the bastion of all knowledge in the galaxy! A beacon unto the light for the those who seek the enlightenment that only you can provide. Much as the the mightiest creature in the deepest of oceans depends upon the smallest of beast to clean its flesh and keep it healthy, so to will The Prime and Lorrd prosper."

His stomach churned as a scent made it through his air filter, a scent he had not smelled for many years not since he belonged to the now dead Sith Empire. It was rancid, it was foul beyond all comparison, a stink to beat all stink of sloth and gluttony. Before his very eyes a bulbous, pus and cellulite filled beast floated into the meeting room. The Travelers skin turned ghost white and a look of horror spread over his face, of course none could see and he knew how to hide his aura very well. The gluttonous, leecherous and foul creature that should have been dead hovered before them.

" The slug yet liveS" he said as he put a hand on the hilts of his blades. " This is... going to go very badly". He would not act without reason but he would not allow the creature responsible for the downfall of the Empire to despoil these people again. This was a bastion of scholars, of wise and learned men. Not a cesspit of sewage to sate its eternal appetite and he would be damned if the creature spoiled the negotiations with its foulness.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Objectice C: The Slave Pits
Allies: Darth Azurea | Darth Pyrrhus
Enemies: Darth Zola
Post 6 of 20

Mullarus' pupils dilated as the massive wyrm of flame circled him, trapping him within it's serpent-like body. He started to feel sweat trickle through his long, black hair and down his face. His scarred body began to drip with sweat as the flames grew intense, lighting the slave pits up around him.

Where the kark is Azurea?!

Though she had just been standing beside him, Pyrrhus' old apprentice seemed to dissapear as Zola's beast of fire consumed the darkness around him.

Mullarus took a deep breath, then began.

"My entire life has seen the glory of the Sith Empire. My ancestors as far back as the Great Galactic War were Sith, whether they be warriors of the Sith or merely soldiers, or even my own parents, simple engineers! With the training and education given to me by my grandfather, a Sith Lord with more power than any heretic like you could never even dream of, I have seen the greatness that the Sith stand for! I have personally witnessed the Sith Code make it's mark on the galaxy! The Sith have never been stronger than they are today!

"You call me a slave? Ha! The Sith are born and raised in chains, sure, but they are trained and taught so that they may one day break free of them! I am no different! I may be bound by my master's heavy chains today, but one day, I shall shatter them and establish myself as the new master! That is the Sith way!

"Without the Sith, I am nothing, JUST LIKE YOU! NOTHING! Your warnings and temptations are as empty as the fulfillment you have in your soul! You will NEVER know the glory it is to be Sith, and I would rather PERISH than join the likes of you!"

Mullarus made a half scowl, half grin. "Now come and take my pride from me, you desperate schutta!"

 

[Darth Voracitos]

Objective A
Location: Within the Conference Room
Post 3/20

The Assassin did good to see the body be hidden, which was entirely drained of life in an instant through the force, feeding the decrepit beast known as Voracitos. Though he saw it as unnecessary, since this was his domain, and no nation, not even the one he was supporting, would alienate his sovereignty here.

"Silence yourself fool, do not interrupt your meeting of peace or what have you." Still smiling, the obese Lord reclined deeper into the Throne, his fatty fold filling every crevice of the device. "I will wait my turn to speak, as I do have a very dire pressing matter to attend to, one which requires me to stoop so low as to ask these noble scholars just exactly what they did, to MY MANOR." That baritone deep voice rumbled the last words in seeming rage, though his face betrayed none of his malignant feelings, nor was his volume too obtrusive, simply emphasized deeply with his passion.

"But by all means, continue. I mean no harm here. These old eyes shall merely entertain themselves with this splendid diplomacy." His large hands rose to the air and clasped together as he stared over them, with an unbreaking contact with the Lorrdian side of the table... a nightmare incarnate to them.

His chin raised to the air, as he uttered a new proclamation:

"Go on now. Continue..."

 

[Jun Nez]

3 of 20
Objective: A
Location: Next to Anja

Allies in the complex and nearby: [member="50H31"] [member="The Traveler"] [member="Mishk"] [member="Orkamaat"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Darth Voracitos"]
This wasn't Anja's first rodeo that much was clear, she was calm and competent, the dealings went on as planned and Jun Nez kept his watch. He has soon scanned the bodies of every person in the room, he has precise measurements, body specs and a clear image on the interior design. He knew where every wire behind the walls went, what people had hidden in their coats, and what was behind the walls. Still he couldn't help to be uneasy, this was almost too easy, after the deal on Wayland, he has been prone to expecting every situation to go south, that's why he had accepted this in the first place. It appeared Anja gave a somewhat dilemma of a promise, the leaders of Lorrd seemed to agree reluctantly.

As he had agreed, the servants entered the room and Jun Nez' had to shift his focus to these new people. All of them could be a threat, the drinks, the food, the very air they breathe, contact poisons and hidden blades. He soon began scanning them, keeping his hard close his blaster to shoot at and disable, anyone who just as much as tried to hurt Anja or another Primeval present.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

[3/20]
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Jun Nez"] [member="Darth Voracitos"] [member="The Traveler"] [member="Mishk"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Orkamaat"] [member="50H31"]

The Fist of the Demon entered the room, and quietly closed the intricately decorated door behind him. He bowed to the Host Lord, and took a seat next to her. He looked rather professional, especially with his black leather briefcase on the table in front of him. He clasped his hands together, placing them neatly on top of the briefcase.

His cybernetic eye quickly scanned the room identifying everyone present. He would have to watch out for the pungent creature he had just encountered outside. But, besides that, he figured there weren't any high-level threats in the room. The only potentially dangerous hostiles would be the two Honor Guards at either end of the counsel table, whom Ajihad could easily dispatch. However, he did notice grumpy looks on a few of the councilman's' faces. "What are your concerns, gentlemen?"

 

[Zola]

Objective: C
Location: Down in the slave pits
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Mullarus"] [member="Darth Azurea"]
Gear: Zeyd-cloth robe, lightsaber, Confessor's whip
6/20

"You fool!" she hissed angrily. "Full of such arrogance, yet no experience to back it up. You may call me a heretic, but I was Sith once, too. Thankfully I shed that skin."

Darth Zola's voice went as calm as a dead lake. She would not let the boy's words stir her to an unseemly display of rage. She continued in a more measured tone, her brown eyes vacant of emotion.

"The Sith code wilts the mind. The Sith Order makes you into a faceless soldier in a sea of red and black, but convinces you that you're somehow special. If you want to be a bloated, pompous Sith Lord someday. I won't stop you, but I do have one request."

Zola lowered her hands and the wyrm flickered out, shrouding them in suffocating darkness. The blade from her lightsaber lit her face with a snap-hiss. Fluidly, she moved into the opening stance of Makashi, the way of the Ysalamiri.

"Show me you deserve to be a Master."

 

[Mikkel Markov]

[1/20]
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Jun Nez"] [member="Darth Voracitos"] [member="The Traveler"] [member="Mishk"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Orkamaat"] [member="50H31"]
Location: Overwatch

Mikkel stopped at the top of a stairwell in an office building close to the library, opening his pack and equipping his armor. He sighed as the helmet's HUD lit up his face while he started to assemble his rifle, getting back into the right mindset after being on hiatus for so long. His objective, as it was laid out to him, was to provide overwatch for the negotiations in case things went south. Mikkel opened the door to the roof and wedged it shut behind him.

Looking around to make sure there weren't any civilians or security cameras around, Mikkel nodded to himself and crouched down low and made his way to the edge of the building facing the library. Laying down, Mikkel deployed the bipod of his rifle and took aim at the conference room where the negotiations were already underway.

"Late to the party on my first day back? Oh well, at least nobody noticed," Mikkel muttered to himself. "Hopefully."

1242 m, 24% humidity, negligible windspeed. The information appeared on Mikkel's HUD as he loaded high velocity armor piercing ammunition into his slugthrower rifle. Chambering a round, Mikkel adjusted the zeroing of the scope based on current data and tried to get a good idea of how the negotiations were unfolding.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective: C
Location: Slave Pits
Allies: [member="Mullarus"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Zola"]
Post: 4/20

With much interest, Darth Azurea listened to Mullarus describe his relationship with Darth Pyrrhus. It was clear he was an obediant acolyte, but this trait would serve him well under the constant cruelty of the Togruta Knight. She knew of his rigorous, sometimes painful methods, but also knew that by virtue of sharing his bed, Pyrrhus would not be as much of a tormentor to her. In fact, he was probably too easy on her, but if she was becoming weak, it was her own cross to bear.

As they walked along, the brunette Sith Knight stopped to examine some strange markings on the wall. She heard Mullarus going on ahead of her. Pulling out a glow rod, Darth Azurea studied the inscription but could not make anything of it. Suddenly, she dropped the lighting device, and it broke at her feet, causing her to be enveloped in a smothering darkness.

"Mullarus?" she said. And then called his name louder.

But he was gone.

While Darth Azurea wasn't completely afraid of the dark, she didn't really like being down in a slave pit with no light to guide her, so she attempted Force Sight in order to help her back to where she was. But like the glow rod, even that wasn't working. She began to walk but felt as though she was only getting more lost in the Slave Pits.

But finally, she heard voices and felt her way towards them. As she caught up with them, she was surprised to see a young woman facing Mullarus.

"Hey, what are you-"

Abruptly, she felt certain, utterly certain that the acolyte needed to battle this newcomer. Caught unaware of the Mind Twist, Darth Azurea's eyes glazed over, and she backed up against a wall behind her to steady herself and watch the duel unfold.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Objectice C: The Slave Pits
Allies: [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Zola"]
Post 7 of 20

Mullarus held the hilt of his grandfather's sword with both hands. He had very little experience with Makashi, and Shii-Cho nor Soresu would help against an opponent with the knowledge of Makashi. He would take his own stance. His grandfather warned him of the lightsaber forms. They would be an asset, but never rely on them.

That was when he noticed Azurea had finally shown up. Figuring the fight was all but won now, he was surprised to see the brunette sith...back up against the wall?

Back up against the wall?! Some Sith Lord you are!

He used every inch of willpower in his body to not shout that out loud.

Mullarus growled under his breath, raising his blade to Zola. Perhaps she fights with honor. The fact that she has not lashed out at me is a good sign...maybe there will be something likeable to her after all. At least you don't back down from a fight...

His indigo eyes shifted back to Azurea, and then back to his target.

"En garde!"

Mullarus darted forward at Zola, bringing his blade in a vertical uppercut aimed toward the woman's off-hand.

 

[Zola]

Objective: C, Stealin' yo Acolytes
Location: Slave pits
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Mullarus"] [member="Darth Azurea"]
Gear: Zeyd-cloth robe, lightsaber, Confessor's whip
7/20

Makashi was a gorgeous form, and its emphasis on fluid movements and quick cuts, parries, and lunges made it perfect for Darth Zola's petite, athletic figure. There were mental aspects to the form as well, and as her opponent unsheathed his blade, the refined Hapan quickly assessed her foe, looking for gaps in his defense or weaknesses to exploit. Height-wise, the young man towered over her, and Zola felt that height difference could be advantageous for her. His weapon, a durasteel sword, looked archaic, and depending on whether or not it was Sith-Alchemized, was possibly an inferior weapon against a lightsaber. If it wasn't protected by Sith magic, that would be another leg up for the Hapan.

With a crisp shout, the Sith lunged forward so that the two partners could dance. The nimble Dark Jedi Knight breezed forward to meet his blow, bringing her saber across her body and upwards, making contact with his blade on her left side. If his sword could withstand the parry, red sparks would fly off its edge. If not, her blow would presumably sever the blade in half.

Once that move was made, Zola pushed her blade off his and quickly flicked it upwards to slash at his face. However, the attack was a feint, meant to force the Sith to parry above, while Zola struck out with a slash below, going for the boy's long legs. If he did not move fast enough, the blade would sear into one of his thighs, perhaps enough to cause a hobbling wound.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

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Objectice C: Errybody wants meh
Allies: [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Zola"]
Post 8 of 20

There truely is no better way to test a man's worth than through single combat...

As the blades collided and struck one another, adrenaline shot through Mullarus' veins like a wildfire consumes a forest in the summer. Though his hatred for the woman began to run deep, the young man could not help but grin ever so devilishly as he entered combat with her.

Though he hated her, he loved her for dueling with him.

Nothing shows one's worth for the gift of life than the willingness to throw it away in battle

His grandfather's sword, a vibrosword constructed of cortosis weave, was in no way an equal to a lightsaber. It was given to Mullarus for that reason. It gave the young apprentice a reason to want to construct a lightsaber. Grandpa wouldn't want him to wield his sword, worthy only to an acolyte of the Sith, forever.

However, Mullarus had taken the blade into combat against a smaller, faster lightsaber-wielding opponent before. It was difficult, and he did not come out victorious, but he had experience with this situation before. He was confident, for once.

Crimson sparks flew from the edge of his blade, which he almost mistook for blood. Before he could make an attempt to strike again, she began to make her move against him. Her skill with Makashi made it difficult for Mullarus to see her feint. In fact, if he had tried to block it, he would have had a severed leg. Thankfully, Mullarus stepped back a few feet to put a few inches between his face and the tip of her lightsaber.

Of course, it was a feint, though. Her blade came at his legs. His long legs could carry him long distances, even over the top of Zola's head, since she was so short in comparison to him. Mullarus did not have time to bring his blade down to parry her strike, so he used the Force and jumped high over the blade and over her head, doing a flip as he did so.

While over her, Mullarus threw out his off-hand to make an attempt to grab her with the Force and telekinetically throw her to the wall Azurea cowered against with glazed eyes. If his attack was successful, he would land on his feet, exhale, and give his blade a twirl as he waited for her to ready herself for the next flurry of attacks.

Aha...what a wonderful opponent. A fantastic duel!

 

[Zola]

Objective: C, Stealin' yo Acolytes
Location: Slave pits
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Mullarus"] [member="Darth Azurea"]
Gear: Zeyd-cloth robe, lightsaber, Confessor's whip
8/20

Zola's lightsaber sang through the air as her opponent vaulted over her, only to land directly behind her. She whirled on her heel like a dancer just in time to see his arm shoot forward, a surefire tell that he was about to use a Force repulse. The Dark Jedi wasn't just an Force adept. She was also an elementalist. Just as Master Ireles had taught her when she was his captive, Zola called upon the wind, bringing molecules of air into her hands like a weapon and using them to redirect some, but not all, of her opponent's telekinetic blast. She was still hit with the attack, but instead of slamming against the wall, Zola staggered backwards, almost losing her footing, but not quite.

The gaze of her foe held a mixture of determination and enjoyment as he readied himself for her next assault. This was fun for him. The barest of smiles showed on Zola's face. Passion. The boy had it in spades. Passion was something her first Master, a derisive Umbaran, did not seem to understand, and his constant insistence on control over passion maddened her. How she had longed to fight against a boy like this on the Machinator back when she was an apprentice! It would have beat sparring with Adekos' ubiquitious impassive battle droids.

The young man's repulse had given Zola the advantage of distance between she and her towering foe. Capitalizing on the wide berth, she danced forward in a straight line as if coming in for another Makashi strike. Instead of following through, Zola locked her saber's on-switch and flung the blade at him using a telekinetic Saber Throw. Her red plasma blade hurled towards the Sith like a boomerang, aiming for his weapon hand with the speed of a bullet. If he did not thwart the blow, the saber would presumably disarm him of his blade, and return to the hand of its petite master.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Objectice C: Errybody wants meh
Allies: Darth Azureahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/8454-darth-azurea/http://starwarsrp.net/user/8454-darth-azurea/ | Darth Pyrrhus
Enemies: Darth Zola
Post 9 of 20

Through Passion, I gain strength.

Perhaps Passion was one of Mullarus' strengths after all.

The young man landed on his feet, taking a defensive stance as he noticed the woman prevent herself from being slammed against the wall like he had intended. She was good...probably too good for Mullarus. That would not stop him, though. He could not stop. Yet, he could not help himself from marveling at her. She had skill with a lightsaber, skill in single combat, she was fast, her technique was fantastic.

Ha! It would be a shame if I had to kill her...

He watched her every move. She started running toward him, but something was wrong with the movement in her legs...she could be going faster. Is she going to-

To stop. Yes. Stop and throw her lightsaber. Mullarus had to think fast, so he sidestepped to the left, her lightsaber flying by him, but not before making contact with his blade. The force of the flying lightsaber on the blade of his vibrosword forced it out of his hands and a few feet back.

With that lightsaber out of her hands, she might direct it to come after me if I turn my back on her to grab my sword...

Desperate times called for desperate measures. Just as he once performed against a certain Bith acolyte whom had angered him on Coruscant before Pyyrhus, Mullarus quickly took the anger he had for this woman and listened to Pyyrhus' words once more in his head.

"Be the master of your own emotions. Use them to serve your purpose, do not become their slave."

Without a yell or a scream, Mullarus grit his teeth with rage and threw his hands forward at Zola. After a split second of silence, bolts of lightning shot from his fingertips and arced in her direction. Many of them did not make their mark, scattering around her general area, but a few would fly directly toward her, arcing off into more branches of thunder. Mullarus' hair blew with the forceful breeze conjured up with his sloppy, barely-trained Force Lightning, but just because the control was untrained does not mean the attack itself would be less-painful.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective: You ain't stealin no apprentices, wench!
Location: Slave Pits
Allies: [member="Mullarus"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Zola"]
Post: 5/20

Where am I? Why is it so dark?

What am I doing here?

Darth Azurea felt strange and confused. Her palms felt behind her - the cold, stone wall, rough to her soft flesh. But as the female elementalist focused nearly all of her attention on Mullarus, the brunette Sith Knight began to be more aware of her surroundings and of what was happening to her. Her vision came into focus. Her eyes glittered again with intensity.

She watched for a few moments, gathering her bearings. Yes, there was Mullarus, Pyrrhus's acolyte. But who was the woman?

With the Force, Darth Azurea searched the other's aura and found her to be a malevolent, humming, dark ball of energy. Mullarus appeared to be having the time of his life, however, and she nearly didn't want to break up the fun he was having.

And maybe this was an elaborate from Darth Pyrrhus. A gift given to his acolyte to make him stronger. Azurea's voice rang out like a loud, clear bell:

"He's a fighter, isn't it?" A pause. "And he has learned from the best."

Hand hovered near her lightsaber hilt but she didn't ignite it. Darth Azurea's eyes narrowed and landed upon the dervish that was Darth Zola: "What is your purpose here? Why do you challenge the young man? What is he to you?

 

[Dex Torture]

Objective : C
Location: Slave Pitts
Allies: | [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Mullarus"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Zola"]
Post 1 of 20

////: INCOMING MESSAGE :////
Sender: Darth Azurea

Dex awoke to the alarm of his datapad, how long he had been asleep was not known but after his last mission to the Eternal Pyre he was sure that it had been a rather lengthy one.

"So my master has summoned me, this could be fun." he muttered while punching in the cords he had been given into his ships navigation system. As the engines roared into full power, dex took his seat and prepared for the space jump, excitement grew in his chest, he longed to be by his masters side, her message was brief and left a lot of unanswered questions but he was sure it would all be explained once he made his destination.

"CAPTAIN PREPARE FOR JUMP" instructed Jackson, the ships artificial intelligence system, "Thank you Jackson, send a reply to my master and let her know I'll see her soon!" Dex replied while spinning his saber hilt in his palm, the anticipation was at his peak, the Gold demon was on his way!

 

[Zola]

Objective: C, Stealin' yo Acolytes
Location: Slave pits
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Dex Torture"] [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Mullarus"]
Gear: Zeyd-cloth robe, lightsaber, Confessor's whip
9/20

The Sith's sword clattered to the ground as Zola's flying saber dislodged it from his hand. It arced around and flew back to her, the hilt heading straight for her waiting grasp. Just moments before she gripped her saber, purple lightning shot forth from the boy's fingertips. Zola was not quick enough to deflect the crude Force Lightning back to its wielder, and it struck her. Eyes squeezed shut, she cried out in pain as the lightning threaded through her body. She was stunned into submission, brain jolted, heartbeat irregular. Her grip on her red blade never faltered, and despite Zola's twitching muscles, she stayed frozen in a defensive position.

The boy's Sith Lady chaperon suddenly shook off her haze. The raven-haired woman's voice echoed through the pits, wondering why Zola challenged the Sith. Zola's brown eyes narrowed, her lips turned down in a pout. She had been enjoying her duel with the Sith boy and was disappointed to see it end so soon. With an arch of her exquisite brow, the Hapan Force adept deflected the Sith Lady's question with a question of her own.

"The question is, what are you lot doing here? This planet will soon be under control of the Host Lord and used for her followers. If you are not here for Primeval business, then you are interfering with Sargon's will."

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Objectice C: Errybody wants meh
Allies: Darth Azureahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/8454-darth-azurea/http://starwarsrp.net/user/8454-darth-azurea/ | Darth Pyrrhus | [member="Dex Torture"]
Enemies: Darth Zola
Post 10 of 20

Mullarus seemed to sigh with relief upon seeing his attempt at Force Lightning make contact with Zola. That's two times out of two that ability of his has been a huge success, for the woman didn't come out with another strike after he was done. She just stood there, her eyes glancing over at...

Looks like Azurea's not staring into the gaze of Death himself, anymore. Whatever. Clearly, I can handle this myself. Thanks to that, Pyrrhus can see who his best apprentice of the day is.

Mullarus turned and Force Pulled his sword back into his hand, taking a few steps toward Zola. "You are not beaten yet, are you? Surely you can handle more." While Mullarus seemed to really have fun in his duel with the woman, he was no butcher, nor was he a warmonger. He raised his blade in her direction, "Yield to me, then, and we can be done with this. Admit I have proven myself the stronger duelist."

 

[Dex Torture]

Objective C: Joining the fight
Location: Slave Pitts
Allies: |[member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Mullarus"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Zola"]
Post 2 of 20

After pulling out of hyperspace and landing on the strange new planet dex followed his coords to a poorly lit den of some sort.

"Master Azurea is in here?" He pondered as he entered the pit, his nictitating eyelids enhancing his vision enough for it to seem as if there was a lighting system in the dwelling, or was there lighting in the cave dex questioned as he noticed a huge flash of light around a near by bend.

Being a firrerreo sure had its perks as Dex used his acute hearing to pick up on what sounded like a battle as he neared the corner. "You are not beaten yet, are you?" he made out as he rounded the bend and locked eyes on a dark robed guy standing over what seemed to be an harmless woman humanoid, a few yards away stood Darth Azurea, she looked slightly dazed and flustered, lightsaber in her hand but not activated.

Without any further thought, dex awoke both blades of his saberstaff, the angry humming of a disturbed hornets nest reverberated throughout the cavern as he flashed towards the would be assailant.

"I don't know who you people are or what's going on here, but no one, I mean No One touches MY MASTER!" dex yelled as he begin his attack on [member="Mullarus"], thrusting the the tip of his blade towards the hilt of his enemies lightsaber.