Elegant and depraved.
Objective: Seek and Destroy
Side Mission: Punish the Captain
Location: Canthar Coasts
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Osk Ribepi
Posts: 2/20
The sun propped itself in the sky, pregnant belly bolstered on ivory-bottomed clouds, high above the ground beneath a powder-blue sky, silently watching as chaos erupted below. Shells exploded, bones were snapped, soldiers were broken, Death whispered and Rhuza followed the call. Allowing the Dark Side to draw them closer and closer, beckoning the Eldorai with promises of release and madness alike. Men died in the walls of their homes, swarming in their fortresses of iron, allowing warnings to fall by the wayside and adopt superstition. But not Rhuza, whom hid from nothing and never abandoned the Dark Side. He knew only war, unadulterated battle, where he relished in the splitting of skin. His hunger for conflict was insatiable; each event only feeding him ripe fruit in pieces, mouth closed as it dripped down his chin and he devoured each helping like a starved man, only to be wanting more.
Rhuza's eyes were wide, wild even, as he and his Naval team issued ideas for live strategies, watching moments later as their combined efforts proved effective against the Ribepi. The Noctus Brigade were dispersed across the area, boarding enemy vessels, eliminating the crew, and destroying each ship before evacuating. Beautifully done, Rhuza noted before his thoughts were disturbed. The ship rocked and rumbled, sending thick vibrations throughout the vessel as lights flickered and datapads cracked as they slid off tables and onto the metal floor. Rhuza withdrew from the table to reposition himself on the Deck. An officer in the room, issued a soft warning to the Sith Lord. Rhuza turned back to the crew, as the words emerged, unable to pin-point the source before it silenced itself.
"We can request a damage assessment in a matter of seconds, m'lord."
Rhuza turned away, ignoring the words, and pushed himself out into the salt-rich air of the coast. A small fire had erupted at the rear of the ship, which drew little response from Rhuza. He began to trod back into the confines of the control room's walls but the Force warned him not to. A warm sensation masked his senses, to which he looked about the battle to locate the threat to see nothing but the rising pillars of smoke escaping compromised ships while the remaining shps exchanged laser fire and missiles. Deciding to cast away the feelings provided by Precognition he turned on his heel, and then saw it. Rhuza's peripheral vision barely glimpsed it, but once the Sith Lord fully sensed the oncoming danger entering his direction it got all of Rhuza's attention. A singular missile, with no enemy fire directed towards it for premature explosion. The warship was large, and could withstand this one, but Rhuza had a feeling this wouldn't be the last of the missiles. It's trajectory was to the far side of the massive water-bound structure and was left out of the Eldorai's worries for the moment. He opened the door.
"Move the ship. Now." He said eying the captain. She pointed out a man with a pin as equally decorated as hers, yet Rhuza didn't trust him to succeed.. "Afterwards, pipe-line the remaining energy into the back up shields."
A bemused glance crossed the captains face.
"M'lord..we'll...we'll be sitting ducks...In the midst of combat!"
Rhuza's eyes softened as he tilted his head, casually looking down upon her. He moved to smite her for the outburst, but the sound of a shell smacking into the ship sounded once more, then he felt the vessel move, attempting to carry out Rhuza's orders for evasive maneuvers.
Moving onto the deck once more he noticed the fire being much larger than last he'd seen it. He looked out across the see, watching as a ship, the ship, that was responsible for this lockdown, opened ports to fire a barrage of missiles, at least eight in total. The distance was formidable, but was also a hindrance. Should the ship move as Rhuza imagined, they would be fine. Then his earpiece beeped, the captain of the ship relaying information to him.
"M'lord, the turbo-boosters and hydraulic thrusters are down."
She needn't say more. The missiles were going to hit. Rhuza turned back to the incoming destroyers. He thought to stray the missiles with the Force, but their aim at the ship was too wide, paths too narrow. He couldn't influence this scenario. An involuntary foot stepped backwards - then another.
The captain burst through the door to the deck, drawing Rhuza's attention away from the weapons. Upon initially seeing her, Rhuza had a crazed look flash over his eyes before he looked away, his attention pulled once more by the missiles. They were closing in, and loudly so. An obtuse sound trailing the weapons, growing louder by the second. Rhuza turned to eye his captain. The usual "Did you succeed or fail?" question was not needed today. He looked her over and saw nothing but fail in her, regardless of the steadily approaching proof of her inadequacy.
"I failed m'lord!" She said above the overwhelming background noise of collapsing infrastructure, distraught soldiers, and the ever increasing volume of the missiles seeking to devour the warship.
Extremes always had a habit of nudging their opposites, which was probably why he had just about heard enough of the captain- he cast a quick glance past her to estimate the moment-of-impact, lips pursed and brows lowered. Were his orders not clear? With a sudden sidestep, moreso to eye the force that endangered him, Rhuza's brows revealed fractional evaluation as malevolent eyes looked upon her frame through narrowed lids. A smile twitched on the Eldorai's lips- he could sense the discomfort that was arising at his observations.
"Can you admit to which point during this endeavor, that you knew that you would not live through it?"
The words drifted into her ears with a cold, frozen touch. The pain unseen, but deeply felt. Her temperature lowered, as her nerves went on-end, her fear budding through her shell like a Ssi-ruu, cracking the fragile chamber of their temporary holdings as they discovered life outside of an egg. But unlike the ferocity and battle prowess that Ssi-ruu exhibited throughout history, the faceless and defeated energy of the Captain standing before him was rippled by fear and further distorted through helplessness. Rhuza could see into it's eye and his own demons were disgusted by it. His time on this ship was over. He moved a pale hand towards his waist before the Captain held a hand up, for a final chance to speak, or perhaps to bide time.
Her words were withheld at first, her eyes drifting off momentarily as she focused on the information funneling in from her earpiece.
"The most optimal position is not yet reached m'lord!" She said under the pressure of his poisonous gaze as she looked to his waist, watching as Rhuza plucked his lightsaber from its clip. "Further readjustment is required. Rotating 10 degrees counterclockwise. Creating a plot to target their patterns. Tracing- hu" A sharp inhale cut her rambling short. Lowering her gaze to her torso she discovered a cauterized wound drawn into her body from shoulder to hip, incredibly well placed, though no less lethal. Confusion, although in piddling increments, found manifestation in her face as she looked up to see the Sith Lord's back as he soured through the air towards another ship. A fight erupted within her, one where it seemed an eternity had passed until she finally forced her choked words out of her pained body before she heard the distant thumps of shells sinking into the ship.
"To fly like gods." She said as her volume dropped. Collapsing to her knees, the Captain stared at her lap as the last ribbons of her life were cut from her spirit. Her last words were spewed in a draining whisper. "Next life time."
The first 8 missiles slammed into the ship, before a second barrage of closely followed warbirds were exploded along the remaining points of the ships, engulfing it in an absolute inferno just as the captain took her final breath. Orbs of explosions lined the ship before finally bursting, sounding an incredible thump across the vicinity, shredding everything that it once was.
The decision-makers of the craft Rhuza approached thought him cornered, assumed it was just another vessel. But the Ribepi must remember that battle is not always like chess. The king is not always in the back, nor are the pawns always useless. Just because you have the king surrounded, don't think he is not capable of hurting you.
"I will vanquish this force my way."
Words became thought, becoming an origin of a told-tale, rolling in upon aphotic clouds, impregnated with the tenebrosity of a given title; a name appointed to he whom would finish what others could not - Omega.
Side Mission: Punish the Captain
Location: Canthar Coasts
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Osk Ribepi
Posts: 2/20
The sun propped itself in the sky, pregnant belly bolstered on ivory-bottomed clouds, high above the ground beneath a powder-blue sky, silently watching as chaos erupted below. Shells exploded, bones were snapped, soldiers were broken, Death whispered and Rhuza followed the call. Allowing the Dark Side to draw them closer and closer, beckoning the Eldorai with promises of release and madness alike. Men died in the walls of their homes, swarming in their fortresses of iron, allowing warnings to fall by the wayside and adopt superstition. But not Rhuza, whom hid from nothing and never abandoned the Dark Side. He knew only war, unadulterated battle, where he relished in the splitting of skin. His hunger for conflict was insatiable; each event only feeding him ripe fruit in pieces, mouth closed as it dripped down his chin and he devoured each helping like a starved man, only to be wanting more.
Rhuza's eyes were wide, wild even, as he and his Naval team issued ideas for live strategies, watching moments later as their combined efforts proved effective against the Ribepi. The Noctus Brigade were dispersed across the area, boarding enemy vessels, eliminating the crew, and destroying each ship before evacuating. Beautifully done, Rhuza noted before his thoughts were disturbed. The ship rocked and rumbled, sending thick vibrations throughout the vessel as lights flickered and datapads cracked as they slid off tables and onto the metal floor. Rhuza withdrew from the table to reposition himself on the Deck. An officer in the room, issued a soft warning to the Sith Lord. Rhuza turned back to the crew, as the words emerged, unable to pin-point the source before it silenced itself.
"We can request a damage assessment in a matter of seconds, m'lord."
Rhuza turned away, ignoring the words, and pushed himself out into the salt-rich air of the coast. A small fire had erupted at the rear of the ship, which drew little response from Rhuza. He began to trod back into the confines of the control room's walls but the Force warned him not to. A warm sensation masked his senses, to which he looked about the battle to locate the threat to see nothing but the rising pillars of smoke escaping compromised ships while the remaining shps exchanged laser fire and missiles. Deciding to cast away the feelings provided by Precognition he turned on his heel, and then saw it. Rhuza's peripheral vision barely glimpsed it, but once the Sith Lord fully sensed the oncoming danger entering his direction it got all of Rhuza's attention. A singular missile, with no enemy fire directed towards it for premature explosion. The warship was large, and could withstand this one, but Rhuza had a feeling this wouldn't be the last of the missiles. It's trajectory was to the far side of the massive water-bound structure and was left out of the Eldorai's worries for the moment. He opened the door.
"Move the ship. Now." He said eying the captain. She pointed out a man with a pin as equally decorated as hers, yet Rhuza didn't trust him to succeed.. "Afterwards, pipe-line the remaining energy into the back up shields."
A bemused glance crossed the captains face.
"M'lord..we'll...we'll be sitting ducks...In the midst of combat!"
Rhuza's eyes softened as he tilted his head, casually looking down upon her. He moved to smite her for the outburst, but the sound of a shell smacking into the ship sounded once more, then he felt the vessel move, attempting to carry out Rhuza's orders for evasive maneuvers.
Moving onto the deck once more he noticed the fire being much larger than last he'd seen it. He looked out across the see, watching as a ship, the ship, that was responsible for this lockdown, opened ports to fire a barrage of missiles, at least eight in total. The distance was formidable, but was also a hindrance. Should the ship move as Rhuza imagined, they would be fine. Then his earpiece beeped, the captain of the ship relaying information to him.
"M'lord, the turbo-boosters and hydraulic thrusters are down."
She needn't say more. The missiles were going to hit. Rhuza turned back to the incoming destroyers. He thought to stray the missiles with the Force, but their aim at the ship was too wide, paths too narrow. He couldn't influence this scenario. An involuntary foot stepped backwards - then another.
The captain burst through the door to the deck, drawing Rhuza's attention away from the weapons. Upon initially seeing her, Rhuza had a crazed look flash over his eyes before he looked away, his attention pulled once more by the missiles. They were closing in, and loudly so. An obtuse sound trailing the weapons, growing louder by the second. Rhuza turned to eye his captain. The usual "Did you succeed or fail?" question was not needed today. He looked her over and saw nothing but fail in her, regardless of the steadily approaching proof of her inadequacy.
"I failed m'lord!" She said above the overwhelming background noise of collapsing infrastructure, distraught soldiers, and the ever increasing volume of the missiles seeking to devour the warship.
Extremes always had a habit of nudging their opposites, which was probably why he had just about heard enough of the captain- he cast a quick glance past her to estimate the moment-of-impact, lips pursed and brows lowered. Were his orders not clear? With a sudden sidestep, moreso to eye the force that endangered him, Rhuza's brows revealed fractional evaluation as malevolent eyes looked upon her frame through narrowed lids. A smile twitched on the Eldorai's lips- he could sense the discomfort that was arising at his observations.
"Can you admit to which point during this endeavor, that you knew that you would not live through it?"
The words drifted into her ears with a cold, frozen touch. The pain unseen, but deeply felt. Her temperature lowered, as her nerves went on-end, her fear budding through her shell like a Ssi-ruu, cracking the fragile chamber of their temporary holdings as they discovered life outside of an egg. But unlike the ferocity and battle prowess that Ssi-ruu exhibited throughout history, the faceless and defeated energy of the Captain standing before him was rippled by fear and further distorted through helplessness. Rhuza could see into it's eye and his own demons were disgusted by it. His time on this ship was over. He moved a pale hand towards his waist before the Captain held a hand up, for a final chance to speak, or perhaps to bide time.
Her words were withheld at first, her eyes drifting off momentarily as she focused on the information funneling in from her earpiece.
"The most optimal position is not yet reached m'lord!" She said under the pressure of his poisonous gaze as she looked to his waist, watching as Rhuza plucked his lightsaber from its clip. "Further readjustment is required. Rotating 10 degrees counterclockwise. Creating a plot to target their patterns. Tracing- hu" A sharp inhale cut her rambling short. Lowering her gaze to her torso she discovered a cauterized wound drawn into her body from shoulder to hip, incredibly well placed, though no less lethal. Confusion, although in piddling increments, found manifestation in her face as she looked up to see the Sith Lord's back as he soured through the air towards another ship. A fight erupted within her, one where it seemed an eternity had passed until she finally forced her choked words out of her pained body before she heard the distant thumps of shells sinking into the ship.
"To fly like gods." She said as her volume dropped. Collapsing to her knees, the Captain stared at her lap as the last ribbons of her life were cut from her spirit. Her last words were spewed in a draining whisper. "Next life time."
The first 8 missiles slammed into the ship, before a second barrage of closely followed warbirds were exploded along the remaining points of the ships, engulfing it in an absolute inferno just as the captain took her final breath. Orbs of explosions lined the ship before finally bursting, sounding an incredible thump across the vicinity, shredding everything that it once was.
The decision-makers of the craft Rhuza approached thought him cornered, assumed it was just another vessel. But the Ribepi must remember that battle is not always like chess. The king is not always in the back, nor are the pawns always useless. Just because you have the king surrounded, don't think he is not capable of hurting you.
"I will vanquish this force my way."
Words became thought, becoming an origin of a told-tale, rolling in upon aphotic clouds, impregnated with the tenebrosity of a given title; a name appointed to he whom would finish what others could not - Omega.
