Private Auction on Contruum (Holocrons and sith items)

[Arage Bao]

[member="Rave Merrill"]

Soldiers around us were still busy securing the area and acquiring the goods that I came here for in the first place. Seemed Rave was fine, bit tired but if necessary we would be able to dish out a decent amount of damage.

When she asked me if I was working for the Dark Lord, I chuckled.

“My loyalty is to the Fringe. The artifacts recovered here will be of use to the Confederation. You in any fighting shape? Ain’t sure if the purple pony over there is gonna give us trouble or not.”

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

"Fighting fit." Yellow eyes tracked across the room to where soldiers were engaging Daemon and the stealthentaur. "The datacrons are over there. I blood trailed them. No matter where they go, I can follow."

 

[Arage Bao]

I merely nodded, by that time one of the troopers had found a lightsabre lying next to a deceased Hutt. Rasho, I presume. So much death, it was saddening really. At least the Fringe would get the better half of the deal here.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

I fell flat on my ass, as the car behind me warped into… what the hell. An old man with a cowboy hat? I blinked once, twice and then trice as he ran away from me. I considered running after him, but then reconsidered. It was probably a dream, an illusion. I really have to lay off the drinks, I thought to myself as I took another swig from my trusty flask.

Then suddenly a KLABAM, as the roof of the auction house erupted into… well I lack the descriptive capacity to tell you how it looked like. It was my que though, as a guy was suddenly pulled from the House and.. entered a ship. Weird.

Anyway, I enabled my jetpack and started flying after them. Latched myself onto the side of the ship and then just waited for a while, until the hangar door opened itself again to allow a transporter out.

At least, I thought it was a transporter. Damn stealth systems, it went right past me and I couldn’t-- nevermind, ain’t important. I dropped into the hangar bay, just as the transported flew off and landed on my feet.

My eyes scanned the area, and I could see some weird alien clutching a crystal. Ain’t sure what that was all about, but it didn’t look good. Then, another alien noticed me and started screaming something.

Ain’t sure what it was, didn’t care much. I quickly grabbed a stun and flash nade and threw ‘em at two aliens. Then I vaulted to the side, hiding behind a pillar, readying my vornskr scattergun to dish out some awesome firepower.

[member="Darth Odium"]

 

[Darth Isolda]

In that her body would fall, a writhing trembling mass as the Gand’s findsmen brought them to the location to collect @Odium and [member="Hion the Herglic"].

Within the time Lord Ovmar took to depart from the ship and send his soldiers into the Auction house to have a little chat with Rave, Isolda had managed to get to her feet.

She would not walk; no she glided from her meditation area towards the direction of the loading ramp.

She would see the man [member="Serock Hoath"] as he rose, see his hand reach for a stun and flash grenade, feel the fuzziness of a ysalamiri around his form.

Seething with the power of the Dark Lord and touched by precognitive abilities, the Eye of the Dark Lord reacted with stunning speed.

A smirk would draw over her lips as the grenades would launch, only for Isolda to telekinetically push the grenades right back at the man and use a protective static barrier not around her apprentice and orcus, but following just outside the bubble of ysalamiri’s Force null area.

Effectively locking him inside his own stun and flashbang grenade radius.

“Collect them.” would come her order, as One Sith Darth’s would pour to collect Hion and Odium into the bowels of the ship.

 

[J3C0]

Many people thought of walls as solid immovable objects that where there to keep things out.

Darth Shara, was not one of these people. To him, walls were simply doors that as of yet had not been formed. It was a simple matter for him, a creature his size could batter through blast doors given enough time, so Duracrete stood little in the way. It didn't take long for Shara to embark from the ship and reach the Auction House, and it took even less time to forge a new doorway into the place. A single strike was all that it took, an armored fist encrusted with the force battering through the wall in a single strike.

The Duracrete exploded into the auction house with a fierce blast, spraying dust, debris, and dirt into the room as a solid monster sized hole was formed in the side of the building. Through it stepped the largest of the One Sith, gargantuan and built like a tank. There was an inordinate grin on his face, one that told of joy unspoken.

“Children.” Shara intoned, his voice like booming thunder through the falling duracrete behind him. “It's time to stop playing.”

Truthfully, Shara had absolutely no idea what had happened here or what had been planned. Contruum was not his sector and his better half, Isolda did not really inform him of much going on, but she had told him to retrieve their brothers, and that is what he would do. “Orcus([member="Hion the Herglic"])! We leave!”

It was not an order per-say, everyone within the One Sith was an equal, but it was a strong suggestion from a brother.

 

[Matreya]

(Kallig's saber and the datacron of Nox are gone with Damien)
Just after the lifting done by Herc-i mean Orcus, Kasamann, while mid lift, would use another large portion of his power to free himself in the form of a swift point blank burst of electricity. When he was released, he was glad to sail through the air at the nearby wall, bursting through to the other side.

Bouncing and sliding to a halt, Kasamann weakly was able to hail his ship in orbit. Instantly it began to drop down, and when it neared himself he finally let himself succumb. The feeling of droid hands began to grab at him, moving his body to the ship. His body was exhausted, broken in several places now due to weakness from loss of energy then hurled against the ground.

This combined with the actual effects of the Force Drain, left Kasamann unconscious, submerged in the realm of limitless possibilities. His body convulsed twice, driven by the wracking pain of both Orcus and Odium...then it fell still...

Odium would find himself an aggressive opponent if Kasamann managed to survive at all.

@odium [member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Hion the Herglic"]

 

[Matreya]

Luckily for Damien, he had left quite a time ago by now. He was in orbit, Datacron in hand, with Kallig's saber in the opposite, eyes through the viewport on the building he had left. So much raw power gathered into one room, it was beyond devastating. A several story building was now destroyed simply to complete said ritual. What would happen now, with Odium on the loose and all suped up like this?

Groaning as he limped to the Captain's seat, Damien called, "Return to headquarters." Just such a statement, sent spasms of pain shooting through his chest. Had there not been a Force Drain so powerful, he may have been less wounded. But as it was, he had cracked ribs, a deeply bruised left leg, and he could hardly move his left arm at all. Breathing hurt a lot, the pressure of a sharp point diving into his lungs being severe.

[member="Darth Odium"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Orcus held the tail just beneath its natural scythe so as not to cut his flippers. He outweighed the centaur by a good 500 pounds or more and had his strength enhanced by all manner of things. When the creature attempted to whip its tail back it drug Orcus a few inches across the floor.

Before any retaliation could be metered out, everyone in the vicinity was hit by a massive Force Drain. Both @Kasaman and Orcus had their concentration absorbed in the duel. Unable and unwilling to counter a drain that was amplified by many dozens of spirits, Orcus felt his life force slipping away. He fell backward to the ground with a massive thud that caused the floor to tremble.

"For the Dark Lord," he muttered weakly.

Suddenly, an armor plated figure burst through the wall, one whom Orcus recognized though his vision was swiftly tunneling. "Shara, I- I di," the last of his essence slipped away.... and into [member="Rave Merrill"]'s dagger.

 

[J3C0]

Shara frowned as the little whaling fell to the floor, once again dead.

He let out a loud sigh, like a mountain rumbling across the floor. His eyes shifted to those around the room, as if daring them to make any moves towards his brother. When none moved Shara walked over to the Herglic, grasping the hulking corpse by a leg and dragging him out of the Auction House, taking no regard for the damage he did to the now dead Herglic.

Hion was massive, but Shara had a good three feet and hundreds of pounds on him. The pure Muscle that the Maelibus was made of beneath his armor was meant to drag creatures twice Orcus' size down into the depths of Iego. Dragging the whale across the floor proved to be no great challenge for the Demon Sith, and once they were outside of the Auction House Shara called for a cable to be lowered down from the ship. He wrapped this cable around Hion's corpse, and then told the operators to pull the blubber up.

Shara watched as the corpse was raised into the ship above, black beady eyes staring at the people still in the Auction House. They would try to fight him sure, but then again a massive three meter tall Maelibus was intimidating enough that if you could avoid combat with it, then most did so.

The Dark lord would not be pleased.

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Darth Isolda"] [member="The Boulder"] [member="Darth Shara"] [member="Hion the Herglic"]


Odium stood slowly and looked at the Mandalorian thing that was at the back of his cargo hold. The ship was already in the air and Odium had little physical strength left. He would need days to rest before he could engage the enemy now that the dark lord no longer empowered him. He twinkled his fingers as he steped back through the hatch and motioned for his master to join him.

Once both were in the doorway Odium hit the button on the doorframe to close the hatch and then activated the cargo hatch. The bay would open sucking out his supplies and other gear he had kept to aid his schemes, but with the soul crystal under his arm and his other gear in his satchel he could stand to lose a few replacable items. The air would begin to pull at the Caveman and crates would begin to be sucked out as they ascended.

It was beyond time fir this effort to come to a close.