Rakata Balls (Lords of the Fringe Dominion of Rakata Beta)

[Lucien Cordel]

"Isis??" he was shocked "but she is my friend why would she do this" he added he was vulnerable and he hated it.He glanced up to his master and asked one last thing "This floor is cold and I need my bed but I can't walk please fetch a slave to help me" his voice was weaker than normal almost child like.He then looked back to the roof he had no idea of the danger he was in and couldn't feel @[member="Dranok Lussk"] in the room at all.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"Maybe you need to get better friends," Mikhail said, his smile that of a dragon laying cozily upon its glittering hoard. "And, since you asked so nicely- Dranok!"

 

[Judas of Vahl]

The Lord stood at the outside of the door, listening to his former master shiver and quake. A wolfish smile spread across his own demeanor, his thoughts projecting inwards with plots and schemes to dishevel the man who'd tortured his daughter and insulted him just an hour prior. He almost jerked up at the sound of his voice, so he remained still. Unknowingly, his former master had named a slave in his "honor." He hoped he hadn't been found out, so he decided to remain in his spot. The Lord Admiral's gaze shot down the hallway, hurried footsteps ringing out, his mind never leaving the duty of concealing himself.

A Rakatan slave hurried forward, his beady eyes regarding the hiding man with curiosity. The Lord smiled, waving a hand to crush the slave's inner self and replace it with his own. The slave acted no differently that he had before, but would now do whatever he ordered him to. His grin turned predatory as the slave entered the room.
@[member="Mikhail Shorn"] @[member="Lucien Cordel"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien should have heard Lussk but he was too weak and he certainly should have felt that Dranok was not himself but he didn't he was too focused on remaining conscious Lucien turned his head to the door "Dranok there you are help me to bed I can't walk" He spoke his voice again uncaracteristicaly weak.He reached out his right hand expecting immediate aid.

 

[Darth Torment]

Isis looked around a found a few soliders coming near her with some type of primitive weapons and used a force push and sent them into a wall gently, she then looked at the wraithful and snarled and then looked to the fight Perfect day to leave your weapons at the ship, Isis she thought to herself and then used a force crush on one crushing his lungs and sending him into the wall afterward..

She then looked at another and when he swung his weapon she used force enhanced speed to catch it and elbowed him in the face taking his weapon and swung it in a wild arch and slice the soldiers head clean off, she then twirled it in her hands and smirked at the rest as they started to come near her

(Let's take some time shall we? lol)

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Dranok's tactic would have worked swell, had not a fellow Sith Lord been present. Taking over an entire being took an immense amount of Dark Side power, even one with the weakest of minds. The sudden influx of energy drew Mikhail's attention like tapping the strands of a spider's web. His eyelids flared and snapped toward the source of power, eyes pale and piercing.

Perhaps, if @[member="Dranok Lussk"] had wielded the power and wisdom of one like Velok he could accomplish such simultaneous feats. Perhaps, if Dranok had been the eldest present, it would have gone undetected. But one did not so readily deceive a former Champion of the Empress of Ten Thousand Worlds.

Shorn gestured, telekinetically stopping @[member="Lucien Cordel"]'s hand. "You might want to get better servants too." A swipe of his hand knocked the slave to the floor with a Force push, before he promptly unleashed a blinding spray of lightning that swept the room with crackling blue tendrils.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Dranok smiled at the crackle of electricity and the hearty thump ​of a freshly electrocuted corpse. He waited for the snap-pop of lightning to cease before dropping his concealment, letting his Aura of Uneasiness slide into effect. The Lord pushed himself from his lean against the wall, taking long, smooth strides to break his cover and plant himself in the doorway.

"Hold out bait to entice the enemy. Feign disorder and crush him." He recited his earlier tactical statement, leaning nonchalantly against the door's frame. "It's all about openings and observation, my friends." He grinned.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien put his hand down as he felt the smallest of twinges in the force as Lussk revealed himself "It appears I owe you my life again master thank you" He rolled his eyes as Lussk stepped to the doorway "Must we do this now admiral I am in no fit state to walk let alone fight you" Lucien sighed lying back this is the last time he drinks at someone elses house.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

A chuckle rose to laughter at Lucien's words. "You, not fit to walk? Hahaha!" He leaned over slightly, dabbing the corners of his eyes with the edge of his balled fist. "You have never been fit to walk. I've already beaten you once, Master. Back when I left the Empire, you were too weak to even halt the efforts of the one you previously called pupil." He chuckled once again, stretching out the tendrils of the Force to sap away at his energy and power even more, his mastery of Sith Magic becoming apparent.

"I am not here to fight you. I don't battle those which are beneath my feet, I merely step on or over such beings."

 

[The Wrathful One]

The Wrathful One looked at the baby her curiosity piqued, "Why do you feed that one from your own blood, love?" Moving in closer she examined the baby and touched its soft skin with her hand. She desired to hear it cry, to feel its pain, but she would wait to see if this one was special to her new wife. Turning back she watched the melee with boredom. "No, no, no, no force powers use your hands woman! Earn victory poisoner. Earn respect."

 

[Lucien Cordel]

"Careful lest you trip and stab yourself on your own wit admiral" He smiled "Your pride has lead you to become more like me than you think" He rolled his head back to face the roof "so if you're not here to fight me what do you want?" he asked wearily. Lucien had a feeling this was a part of lussks tantrum over losing his bride. He just wanted to sleep and this day was beginning to test him

 

[Judas of Vahl]

The Lord Admiral grinned a playful one, rolling his words around on his tongue. "I indeed have not come to seek battle." He coughed into his elbow and straightened his tunic, doing the same for his posture as he assumed the appearance of a professional commander, tossing away his earlier demeanor of a murderer. "I have come with a proposal, one which could benefit the both of us in the long run." He shot a glance to Mikhail, hoping he'd understand the nature of the conversation and leave them.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

"Im listening but can we please go up stairs this floor is rather uncomfortable?" He ha phrased his words as a request in truth it was a demand and was already pushing himself up to sit up straight and turned to @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] "Master If you wish to stay feel free but I will no longer hold you here" he said.He dared not try to stand without aid so he was forced to wait for the other two men in the room.Lucien would be lying if he said that Lussks offer did not intrigue him but all he really wanted was sleep.

 

[The Plague Doctor]

The Plague Doctor heard gunfire and such, and immidiately ducked behind a counter. He tapped his wrist blasters to check if they are working, which they were. He took out his Distruptor pistol and loaded it. He must protect the diseases. Or they will all be dead. The planet will be lost! He went near a door and kicked it in. Checking it for people, seeing nobody he then kicked the next one in. By now his feet were hurting. He heard voices coming from a room close by. He stumbled towards the door, weapons ready.
@[member="Lucien Cordel"]
@[member="Dranok Lussk"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Mikhail stood silently by, looking rather smug, until Lucien spoke directly to him.

"Oh please, Lucien. If I left you now Admiral Rejected would probably kill you. Can't you see? He's heartbroken." He cast a falsely sympathetic gaze @[member="Dranok Lussk"]'s way. "Unrequited love sucks, doesn't it? Or maybe you're just mad that you lost an Empire, because... Isis."

Just then, Shorn felt a presence draw near, full of ill purposed intent. Mikhail's eyes flashed. The Dark Side burned within him as he took in that atramentous might. He reacted immediately to the threat. Mikhail exerted telekinesis with the ease of experience and power. Raising one hand toward the wall behind which the figure stood, he made a pulling gesture. An enormous telekinetic grasp wrapped around @[member="The Plague Doctor"] like a docking clamp and attempted to slam him into the wall with enough force to break something, or at least knock him unconscious.

"I think we've got a party crasher."

 

[The Plague Doctor]

@[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

The Plague Doctor flew to the wall, and a vial toppled out of his pocket. He grasped for it, but to no avail. He tried to get up, that did not work either. He may have just released a deadly virus onto the attendees of the wedding.