Red versus Blue [OS Dominion of Panatha]

[Nerius]

Objective: D
Location: Palace
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies: Anyone Not OS
Posts: 1

Nerius found himself amongst the massive halls of the Panathan Palace; it was odd he was even here, as his position of Will over Taloraan dictated he need be there. Yet as had been his goals of late, he needed teachers for his training. He had hoped Vornskr would be one such teacher - who knew when he arrived that he would be met with an attemptive coup.

With both of his lightsabers in hand, Nerius trekked through the halls, cutting any and all that were of the enemies ranks. He was not the most versed in Force usage, but he was adept already in the arts of large scale battles. Especially when it was he versing several others: the adrenaline coursed high and hard in him until his eyes throbbed, his fingers shook, and he fought the demonic bloodlust within.

Lifting into the air, with a simple leap, he turned swiftly, bringing the sweet energy of his blades through the enemies that turned a corner before him. Both were in pieces before he landed past them. Thus it was with a chuckle, he continued on his path.

Thouhh the matters had changed, Nerius still hoped to speak to Zombrano before the days end.

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective: D
Location: In front of the palace stairs
Allies: Darth Vonskr, OS , [member="Darth Mythos"]
Enemies: @Osk Ribepi
2/20

Nomkneer was facing head on with the padawan, they clashed lightsabers and Nomkneer was mad and so he used his deadly sight just a bit to desintegrate part of the hand of the padawan, instantly the padawan grabbed the lightsaber with one hand, the other wasn't battle ready as it only had the thumb and the other two main fingers after it. Nomkneer took this opportunity that he has been a little acustomed to the tax of the deadly sight and attacked the padawan head on, Nomkneer used both his lightsabers and didn't slow down, he attacked and attacked with his niman style without letting the padawan rest. Nomkneer finally saw an opening as the padawan blocked an attack and his hand went back a little, the lightsaber went to the side too much and the padawan was all but safe to Nomkneers attacks. Nomkneer pierced the padawans heart and lifted it up to his head until it came out, cutting the padawan from the chest up right through the middle, blood was splattered everywhere as his darkness grew and his insanity was increased.

Nomkneer kept on rushing deeper inside the palace, and found himself surrounded by droids, he jumped to the wall and was getting shot from all over the place, his dual wield niman style really came in handy when it comes to deflecting, Nomkneer quickly dropped to the floor in a three sixty degree form going in circles slicing any droid that was on the spot he fell upon. Nomkneer kept on slashing droids left and right, Nomkneer used his telekinesis to push some droids back at each other as he was jumping to evade blasters. Through all of this around twenty droids were destroyed of sliced, but there was hundreds of more inside the palace, not including padawans, mercenaries and other types of enemies even stronger than such, waiting deeper inside the palace. Nomkneer started deflecting the blasters from the droids up front and dashed to slash all of them from a low angle as when he dashed he threw himself looking to the ceiling and used his lightsabers to take them out from below. Nomkneer was in a four way corridor of the palace and did not know where to go, he kept going forward in hopes of finding tougher enemies he can sharpen his skills with. Nomkneer didn't know what was waiting for him, he did not care really, all he cared was taking over Panatha and earning his victories throughout the war.

 

[Darth Vyrassu]

Objective: A
Location: Straight Street to the palace
Allies: still alone
Enemies: OSK Ribepi troopers
Post: 2/20

Vyrassu turned down another street and directly in front of him he saw the palace about a mile ahead. Vyrassu could only think finally due to be feels like he has been walking forever.

Vyrassu noticed [member=Darth mythos] and [member=nomkneer artzhul] in front of the palace. Vyrassu starts heading for the palace when several O.R. troop's come out of buildings with thier blasters drawn on Vyrassu. Vyrassu shrugs and performs an illusion spell. Then suddenly there is 7 Darth Vyrassus, the troops turn and gun the illusions down. Vyrassu then lifts his arms into the air and lightning starts pretuding from his finger tips. Vyrassu uses a violent burst of force storm to electricute and Fry the troops killing them. Vyrassu then takes a breather and continues on to the palace.

To be continued

 

[Mythos]

Location: The Palace
Objective: D
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies: Osk Ribepi
4/20 (blaze it)

The Battle turned to the side of Mythos and the Guard, as every passing second the enemies of the One Sith were crushed or otherwise repelled, something was stirring through the battle lines of the Osk Ribepi, somthing that was cutting them down one by one, [member="Nerius"], made his way to Mythos' position but he was surrounded by Enemies and that apparently did nothing to stop him. Mythos crashed in to the lines of the Enemies slashing is way through with the help of Juyo and using the form to cleave a path through the lines to be able to create a funnel where Nerious could pass.

Then Mythos created an Illusion of Fire that caused the Floor to look like it had in itself Fire and the Image of Osk Ribepi soldiers getting burned alive that made many of the Soldiers flee in terror. It was now he tried a bit more complex maneuver. Force Insanity. A weapon used against him and very similar to force Horror yet meant to attack enemies in greater numbers. Digging his talons inside the mind a dozen soldiers the effect began to take hold and he deflected blaster bolts with a combination of Shi-cho, Soresu and Djem-so. Mythos was at this moment, a Peak all around fighter. Half the Men fleeing in terror and the other half shattered in crippling fear Mythos began to pick of the survivors deflecting their blaster shots at them.
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[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

{3/20}
OBJECTIVE: D;
LOCATION: The King's Guard
ALLIES: [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Darth Mythos"]
ENEMIES: Nasir Luctatus, traitors

There are few feelings in the galaxy quite like that of getting a knife to the face. Or maybe there weren't. To Ire, the sensation she felt in that moment, as a soldier managed to catch her off guard, was one she hadn't felt many times before. But the feel of blood dripping from her torn cheek, the metallic scent, the instinctual urge to retaliate... that was something common for her.

And so, while the crimson fell from the gash, she jumped back, an elbow crashing into someone behind her, her right blade swirling to tear into the one who had attacked her. All the while bolt after bolt was fired her way. Still many found themselves lodged into her armor, or redirected into the fray. But there were those that cut closer to home. One whizzed past her ear, successfully tearing part of her lobe clear off.

Perhaps I should have brought a helmet, the Sith thought.

Yet she still fought, her lightsabers seeming to be a whirlwind as she cut down traitors left and right. Most of her anger had faded by that point. It left her as her usual calm, apathetic self, just another cog in the war machine of Panatha. Just like the Blackblades. Just like the mindless slaves Vornskr used so often. She was, in essence, what she had always loathed. Someone who did things simply because they were told to.
But as she waged her war with the intruders, she did not think of such things. She thought only of the best way to end those who attacked her home. For that was the only thing, as always, she had time for...

 

[Darth Vyrassu]

Objective: A
Location: Palace Steps
Allies: Yet still alone trying to catch up
Enemies: OSK Ribepi troopers
Post: 3/20

Vyrassu staggering down the street exhausted from the force Storm. Once Vyrassu reached the palace steps he sat down on one of the steps giving himself a moment to re gain himself before continuing on. He knew [member=Darth Mythos] was right inside. After a few moments Vyrassu stands up at full strength again. As he was about to head inside several O.R. troops came from all directions armed with thier blasters. They ask stopped short of Vyrassu. Vyrassu drew his double bladed lightsaber and ignited it. The troops begin to open fire. Vyrassu started swing and twirling his lightsaber to either block or send bolts back at the troops. Vyrassu used the force to push some of them into buildings and walls killing them instantly.

It seemed no matter how many Vyrassu killed more showed up. Vyrassu knew he was in trouble. Not even as skilled in the force or with all his powers could be keep up, he would drain himself soon enough again. And blocking laser blast with his lightsaber was not helping. Try as he might he kept fighting using force lightning, life drain and even used an illusion spell to cast images of himself to help but the troops kept coming. Vyrassu was getting worn down quick....


To be continued.....​

 

[Coryn Raxis]

Location: Khedal​

Objective: D -- Take the Shipyards
Allies: N/A
Enemies: Anyone in the way
1/20​

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The combined might of the dark side seemed to have come to Panatha, she could practically visualize the corruption seeping into the ground, worming its way into the hearts and minds of the denizens that were oblivious to its presence; she was not oblivious, as evident by the cruel smile that graced her crimson lips. The Sith had gathered, and set upon the peoples of this world like a rising tide of darkness - she would be on this tide. She would see the might of the dark side brought down upon those who thought to resist. They were fools, as they were no doubt realizing. Even away from the brunt of the battles raging across Panatha, she could feel the loss of life and the mounting sorrow. They would learn not to challenge the Dark Side, but they never did learn - always there were a few who would fight its influence, those too weak to use it as the tool that it was.

She was not afraid of it, no, she welcomed it with open arms. She thrived in its presence and swayed to its malevolent current; she was its servant, and it was hers. That was why she stood in the shadowed alleyway of Khedal, why she stood across from the Naval Yards themselves. She would take the ship yards, and she would bend those present to the will of the Dark Side, and to help her would be the squadron of warriors at her back; locals who had already been tempted by the dark promises of power and riches. They were easily swayed, she was able to play upon their greed and anger, to convince them that the devastation was happening because of their superiors choice to resist.

Now was the time for retribution and vengeance.

"Attack." this simple word unleashed a cacophony of primal screams as men and women charged the ship yards ahead of her.

She followed behind them, her clothing hugging tightly to her body as she moved with exaggerated slowness. She did not need to rush into the fight, her pawns were already in play. She would wait and see where she was best needed. She would ensure her survival.

 

[Nerius]

Objective: D
Locations: Palace Halls
Allies: { [member="Darth Vornskr"] } | { [member="Darth Mythos"] }
Enemies: Whoever isn't of the One Sith!
Posts: 2

Nerius paused his walk to stare at Mythos as he approached. It was obvious that the Pink Monster was enraged; he needn't any help! If he had, there would have been a request! But he knew a superior when he saw one...

A Knight always had more respect due than an Acolyte.. Also wasn't he there at the Oath Ceremonies? Nerius could be mistaken, but with the probability that Mythos too was a Will of the Emperor, he could not hold rank over the man.

Offering a nod, Nerius acknowledged the man as he only did to those he respected. Then however, he was leaping high into the air, pushing off of Mythos' shoulder to soar even higher. When his absolute height was reached, he utilized a skill he knew well enough, to Force Push himself down in a powerful double blade swing!

It was possible Mythos had sensed a man approaching from behind, gun drawn, but Nerius still would aid when the time allowed!

 

[Darth Vyrassu]

Objective: A
Location: Palace Steps
Allies: Alone trying to catch up to One Sith
Enemies: OSK Ribepi troopers
Post: 4/20


As Vyrassu continues to fend off the hoards of troops he gets an Idea. As the troops close in on him Vyrassu levitates into the air and throws his arms straight out and does a Force Repulse sending almost all of the troops flying and crashing into things killing them. Vyrassu labs back on the ground and cuts down what troops are left with his lightsaber. Afterwards Vyrassu looks around at hundreds of dead troops scattered all over the streets and palace steps. Vyrassu then deactivates his lightsaber and collapses onto the palace stairs from exhaustion. Vyrassu laid there for what seemed hours but was merley minutes. He finally rose to his feet and marched up the stairs and through the palace doors....


To be continued....

 

[Helios]

Objective: B
Location: Canthar Coasts
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"], @One Sith
Enemies: Khedal's fleet
Posts: 3/20

The sound of Rhuza's garments whipped into his ears as he used the Force to propel himself, jumping from deck to deck, slowly moving throughout the Sith quadrant, with his gaze locked on the Ribepi fleet. His saberstaff whirled about his body as an impenetrable deflector, proving to be a formidable defense against the Ribepi offensive as he helicoptered his weapon from head to toe, utilizing his mastery of Soresu to its full extent as bolts were deflected harmlessly into the hull of ships or into the sapphire waters below.

Finally entering the Ribepi's zone, Rhuza stopped on a ship and pulled a brown sack from his waist. Rushing his hand forth he force pushed it away, aiming it at the base of an adjacent ship, narrowed eyes watching in anticipation. Detonation from a single blast bug was devastating enough but stacking multiples of the vong biots in something as small as a bag proved to pack quite a punch. Rhuza wasn't a demolition expert, by any means, but his improvisation was note-worthy. The explosion was momentous, thunderous even, as it rocked Rhuza's neighboring ship with crashing waves that bellowed from the damaged vessel. The hole pierced the hull, leaving a gaping maw which immediately allowed the ocean's water to invade and begin to swallow the ship.

Then Rhuza felt something in the Force, vibrations, as the arrival of [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] and his air-borne fleet encroached the Ribepi Flagship from afar, something which was within Rhuza's grasp at the moment. His skyward ally's prowess with the Force was remarkable, it's seeking talons extending far and beyond to latch onto the moving signature of the Eldorai as he traversed the floating battlefield. A subconscious shoulder lowered, doing nothing to combat the energy of the Togruta, at least not when it was so potent with the poison of the Dark Side. Rhuza didn't feel an actual addition to his power, but his abysmal sphere was not only 1 shade of gray at the moment. The Navy's Admirable chimed in moments later, apparently already in talks with Pyrrhus' crew.


"Aerial Support inbound Darth Helios."

"I'm aware, Admirable." Rhuza replied sharply.


A Ribepi soldier witnessed the Eldorai as he jumped onto a sinking ship and then took to the air once more, clearing the ramp of the ship to slam onto the metallic deck with a bending thud! Rhuza slowly lifted his head as his molten gaze landed on his onlooker. The soldier immediately pulled his comm-link to his mouth as he pointed, shouted, and raised a vibroblade all at once- screaming;

"SIIITH!" The Ribepi hollered as he moved in to swing his weapon at Rhuza. "SITH ONBOARD!"

The Eldorai's response to the soldier was a cold one as he parried the blade away, the force of the defensive maneuver forcing the blade free from his fingers. The sword slid across the deck as Rhuza stared blankly at the helmeted Ribepi, weaving his blade upwards at his defenseless foe. Of all the virtues, kindness nor mercy was not something that Rhuza ever offered. For what, he often mused, had been done to deserve it?

The smell of cauterized flesh hit his nose as he pulled his lightsaber through the torso of the solder. Stepping forward to raise his elbow, Rhuza lifted the blade through his shoulder ending the crackling sound of flesh being lit aflame. Raising a booted foot he kicked the heathen away, forcing the two halves apart as they smacked onto the metal deck. Realizing the soldier's distress call would cause the flagship to burst into chaos at any moment, Rhuza found himself in a dangerous situation. Pursing his dis-ignited lightsaber to his waist, Rhuza drew on the Dark Side, filling his being with the tainted energy as he began to generate a Mark for the vessel.

"Lusolf vun don, so moloch!"

The incantation was shouted from the Sorcerer's pitch lips. Although nothing physically happened to the ship itself, it was instead drowned with the flow of the Dark Side, creating a GPS-like beacon out of the vessel for other Dark Siders to pick out among the battlefield. The Mark Rhuza etched the ship with would be bright in the force, unmistakeable- as anyone seasoned enough would notice the violet aura surrounding the flagship.

Sure that he'd successfully broadcasted the mark, Rhuza generated a running start as he reached the edge of the deck and launched himself from the ship towards another. Soldiers rushed onto the deck to see nothing, becoming confused as they looked at the two halves of what was once a Ribepi guard. Using the Force to further propel himself away from the Flagship, Rhuza rotated- turning his back to the wind as he gazed upon the Ribepi control center in its final moments.

 

[Nerius]

Objective: D
Locations: Palace Halls
Allies: { [member="Darth Vornskr"] } | { [member="Darth Mythos"] }
Enemies: Whoever isn't of the One Sith!
Post: 3


Nerius shrugged, it seemed no recognition was deemed necessary by Mythos. So without a further acknowledgement, the Pink Monster moved into the next hallway without a care in the world.

Yet just as his intellect was so sure he was the apex warrior along the Halls, he was caught off guard by a powerful Force Blast that launched him into the wall. Stunned deeply, it took a time for Nerius to recognize that he was stuck in his own imprint against the wall.

Lightly pushing out of the craterous placement, he landed on his own. Stars flew before his face, and his breathing was ragged. It hardly seemed to register to the Alchemically altered Polydroxol that his opponent was near by, nor that he was considerably more powerful than himself. When his thought process stabilized he would realize the man he accidentally approached was a Master of the Force.

Instead of calling for aid, the soldiers that had been facing the man had been obliterated, just as Nerius rounded the corner!

Slowly rising to his feet, Nerius shook his head to clear the fog that was creeping in. As he finally achieved cognizant thinking once again, the young Will immediately altered his appearance - while also healing the many bruises resulted from the Blast - to that of an enemy soldier. Including the face of a man he had dispatched, Nerius too altered his skin to have the look and feel of the uniforms of his enemies.

Nearing the Master that stood with his back to Nerius he asked, "Sir, what is your orders?"

The man turned to glance at one of his lessers and gestured passively, "Do as you wish, so long as it aids in taking the pal-" As the man spoke, his attention had returned to the area ahead, thus he did not see the dual lightsabers that activated against his back. One over the placement of his heart, the other along the same line to puncture his lung!

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective: D
Location: Inside the corridors of the palace
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"], Darth Mythos
Enemies: @Osk Ripebi
3/20

As Nomkneer went through the corridor in front of him, he ran as it was a long corridor and found droids coming up from behind, shooting blasters at him from the back. As Nomkneer ran he quickly spinned one eighty degrees and started walking backwards as he deflected blasters with his dual-wield niman lightsaber style. Nomkneer quickly heard from the back more droids coming, he jumped to the wall and gave a fierce lightsaber strike while falling from the air and smashing against some droids. Nomkneer kept on running as the Droids in the far back, accidentally shot the rest of the ones Nomkneer was taking down while falling. As Nomkneer kept on running the droids targeting system were failing as Nomkneer was becoming a harder target to lock on as he was jumping against the walls while running towards the end of the corridor, Nomkneer saw an entrance, as he went in there was a huge hall, a fancy room that seemed for important palace meetings. Nomkneer there saw a padawan and two droids accompanying him, Nomkneer quickly dashed forward and the padawan stepped back, Nomkneer saw that he was not as trained as the padawan he killed before, he quickly sliced both droids as he dashed forward with a horizontal strike with his two lightsabers. He kept on attacking and using his niman style to overcome the padawan as his offensive strikes were difficult to counter.

Nomkneer then used both lightsabers in a parallel position to strike the padawan with a double attack, the padawan was overpowered as Nomkneer forgot about his teachings of everything in moderation and used force to push back the padawans lightsaber, Nomkneer in the intent used so much force while he dashed in the attack, that the padawan fell on his back and Nomkneer stepped on his hands, the padawan was holding the lightsaber tightly, and the lightsaber lied on top of his chest facing up to his face, when Nomkneer stepped on his hands, he cut half his face from the middle of the face in a vertical position, ending a up until the back of the nostrils inside his face. Nomkneer kept on running in the hall of the Panatha palace and ented the room in the end, Nomkneer saw ten elite commando droids behind the door and quickly started deflecting blasters as he closed the door, Nomkneer went to the side as the droids started shooting the door down and the blasters completely destroyed the door on the back, Nomkneer was hiding against the wall as rubble of the door was lying on the ground. Nomkneer waited until the droids were close enough and when the first one entered through, Nomkneer stroke the droid decapitating it and killing another two by slicing it from the middle. Seven droids were left shooting Nomkneer as he was deflecting them with his two lightsabers. Nomkneer focused on his Deadly sight while knowing that it could weaken him more as he used it around forty minutes before. Nomkneer focused on one of the droids head and disintegrated his main intelligence chip located on the head and six were left, he could handle four blasters or five at the same time, but six were still a lot as he was deflecting he knew sooner or later he was gonna get shot. Nomkneer jumped and was shot on the side of his ribs and he dropped taking down two droids with both his lightsabers and jumped back falling to the ground on his back as he didn't feel the pain of the blaster shot thanks to his adrenaline. Nomkneer had only four droids left, he kept deflecting as now he could handle the blasters using both his light sabers and his niman style, even though he got scraped by a blaster on the side on his ribs he could still move fine and do things the same as before. Nomkneer quickly started walking and deflecting, the droids were stepping back as they were shooting knowing Nomkneer was controlling the situation. They dropped mines to the floor that they possessed on their shoulders, Nomkneer led them through the back entrance they destroyed and when he entered the corridor on that entrance, he quickly started jumping against the two walls and went down to strike three droids with one spinning aerial strike as he dropped and then piercing the last droid from the middle and slicing it in half as he slowly enjoyed the annihilation of the last droid. Nomkneer kept on walking through the corridor not knowing what adventure lied after the enemies he just face, he knew it was gonna be one dangerous battle after another in the upcoming situations ahead.

 

[Phalaxgreth]

Objective: C - Cut Supply lines & Reinforcements
Location: One mile from enemy garrison
Allies: All of the One Sith. | [member="Enoch Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Arcis"] | [member="Darth Noxia"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies: Osk Ribepi

The tall red skinned fearsome creature walked alongside the sith, until seeing [member="Enoch Zambrano"] and his female accomplice [member="Darth Noxia"] battling the helpless gun crews get cut down by them both. He charged towards them, at a pace that cannot be classed as slow; neither fast. Just a walking tank running at them, before he ran into them straight on. He paused, sliding slightly before coming to a halt. He stared at them both, tensing his facial expression. They both stared at the unknown Massassi viciously assessing his every cell.

He then gave them both a grin, before straightening his posture, placing his hands together and giving them a polite bow. Against his normal attitude he did so willingly as he knew, thats what was needed.

"I am at your bidding, masters."

He then stood awaiting orders, from the two.

 

[Darth Vyrassu]

Objective: A
Location: Palace Halls
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: OSK Ribepi troopers
Post: 5/20


As Vyrassu enters the palace he notices the destruction and dead troops everywhere. Darth Vyrassu continues on down the halls. Vyrassu finally catches up to [member=Darth Mythos], [member=phalaxgreth], [member=Darth Vornskr], and [member=Nerius]. Vyrassu stops short of them all.

what did I miss?


Vyrassu ignited his double bladed lightsaber awaiting for what was to come next.

 

[Enoch Zambrano]

Objective: C ~ Cut supply lines
Location: First garrison they attacked
Allies: [member="Darth Noxia"] [member="Phalaxgreth"]
Enemies: Osk Ribepi Scum
Post: 5/20

Blue bolts of lightning shot from Enoch's fingertips, and into the Osk Ribepi soldier's chest. A sick smile crossed the Prince's face as the soldier crumpled to the ground. Enoch let the man fall, sparing him just before death. The twenty Blackblades he called in had arrived just before his and his master's assault on the garrison. Blasters rang as Enoch's small team fired off into the fallen soldier, ending his miserable existence. The last one. At least, at this garrison. There were a thousand more whose blood waited to be spilled and burned at the hands of the Panatha Empire, and a thousand more after that. Enoch walked confidently in front of his soldiers, ignoring any men Noxia had brought along.

"Should be clear, dear. Shall we move on?" Enoch spoke into his comm as he headed for the top of the garrison. As he walked up the quick flight of metal stairs to the top of the garrison, his blade snapped back into its hilt, and Enoch returned it to his belt. At the peak of the movable fortress stood a tall flag pole, flying the sigil of the treasonous house. Enoch dared not even think their name. His Blackblades moved to cover the perimeter at the top, the flag in the center. Enoch roughly grabbed one of their blasters, and fired at the string holding up the flag. He handed the gun back to the soldier, pulling a folded flag out of his pack as he walked to the pole.

"Here lies the filthy bloodline of House Luctatus! Long live the true Panathan empire!" Enoch's boot swiped out at the flag, giving it a hardy kick. He raised the flag of the Zambranos above the garrison, claiming it for his House. Enoch picked up the flag that once flew there, pulling his lightsaber off of his hilt. He climbed up the pole slightly, holding himself with his legs. Delicately, he lit the flag ablaze with the heat from his saber. As he waved the burning flag in the air, the Blackblades all fired off a single shot of plasma into the air. Enoch cackled, for this would be the first of many victories for the Zambranos today.

 

[Coryn Raxis]

Location: Khedal​

Objective: D -- Take the Shipyards
Allies: N/A
Enemies: Anyone in the way
2/20​

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The attack was going as planned so far. The men and women left in charge of the ship yards had fallen back into the large buildings themselves in the onslaught of their own kindred. There was a sense of sweet cruelty in knowing that friends were turning against friends, family was decimating family, and all were influenced by the power that was the Dark Side.

Her crimson lips were twisted in a cruel smile as she watched the battle taking place, each step she made was with precision and purpose. Her eyes never left the fight, watching as blood was being spilled onto the naval yards of Khedal, flowing in tendrils of crimson towards the ocean beyond. Her warriors were winning, evident by the retreating servicemen and woman of the ship yards. There was little that could stand against the true power of the Dark Side.

That was when she felt it, a mass of dark energy coming to her from across the ocean, lighting her nerve sensors to near ecstasy as she searched for the source. She was too far from Khedal's fleet to see the source of the darkness, but she could sense the general direction from which the energy flowed. It sent a renewed surge of strength through her veins and empowered her further; it was time she joined the battle herself.

Golden eyes turned back towards the battle at hand, the darkness an ever present companion in her mind, and she searched for the best place to insert herself into the fight. She paused as she found a presence far stronger than the others near her, one that managed to withstand the corrupting influence of the darkness - this intrigued her. He didn't have high sensitivity to the force, she had to concentrate to even feel what little he did have. How was he able to resist?

She had found her path, she had chosen her action. Now... she would enact it.

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective: D
Location: Back corridors of the palace
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"], Os
Enemies: @Osk Ripebi
4/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CiPfGOgLvRw

Nomkneer heard lightning from the far end of the outside, he ignored this even though his curiosity wanted him to find out who they were, Nomkneer remembered that in every palace there's a weapons basement or hidden room. Nomkneer kept on running and he passed the royal kitchen of the palace and went all the way back to the back left of the palace, as he searched every room searching for some weapons vault or anything in similarity, Nomkneer wasn't gonna let himself get beaten by this hide and seek game. As Nomkneer kept on opening doors he found a room with pictures of Panathas greatest royal guards and military soldiers who did the impossibles. Nomkneer kept on searching and he never let his left lightsaber off just in case he needed to do a last minute deflection. As Nomkneer kept searching for that weapons vault, he saw that in the Military memorial room was a slight dent on the wall, not very recognizable but when your a kaleesh hunter, you have to learn to keep an eye on all tracks and all surroundings.

Nomkneer took out his other lightsaber and he started to cut the walls in random, at some point he saw that one of the walls withstood the lightsaber strike. Nomkneer then started to trace lines and the outside of that decorated wall crumbled off. Nomkneer had found a hidden wall made out of a metal resistant to lightsaber, Nomkneer didn't know what type of metal it was but he did saw a code pad that was also a retinal scanner, Nomkneer knew that he needed one of both, the code, or an eye, and since he is not a hacker and he doesn't know much about computers, he decided to seek corpses of high ranked military soldiers, he saw corpses lie on the ground and he took the most decorated of soldiers and pulled the eyes from the socket. Nomkneer took around seventeen eyes from seventeen different highly decorated Panatha soldiers, he started to match the eyes on the rectal scanner, and as he went from eye to eye, after a few seconds an eye was approved on the retinall scanner and Nomkneer was free to enter the door, he saw stairs leading to an underground room, he went down and opened another door with a rectal scanner, after finally opening the second door with the eye, Nomkneer finally found the weapons vault. As he saw blasters, grenades, mines and other weapons, he just wanted strong explosives, he wanted to blow up the palace and make his way toward his main enemies, elite droids and padawans were just pawns, he wanted to get rid of the small fries as you might say.

Nomkneer took two detonative explosives that were strong enough to destroy the enemies and not cause so much damage to the palace, as Nomkneer went out of the room, he noticed a full force of droids and some force sensitive panatha traitors marching through the middle corridor that Nomkneer was coming from. Nomkneer then threw the explosives in the corridor, everyone was startled and everyone was momentarily confused, Nomkneer started running as the explosives were thrown in a four way corridor in the back of the palace surrounded by four rooms. Nomkneer as he ran he screamed with a child like laughter as if this situation were a simple non-violent prank "eat bombs, you pawns!". He pushed the button on the detonator he had in his pocket, "BOOM!!" two of rooms in the four way corridor the bombs were thrown were almost fully destroyed and an entire space was made within the palace, and the ground was filled with lightsabers and droid parts, "a fitting burial for scum like them", Nomkneer said after he saw the wreck the explosions made.

Nomkneer looked around to see any survivors of the marching droids and the rebellious force sensitive soldiers, but none survived, he was happy he took out these pawns. Nomkneer looked again and he noticed [member="Enoch Zambrano"], standing on top a mobile fortress, waving a burning flag. Nomkneer raised his arms with both fists to the air as he thought that they both shared similar victories, or to be specific, Nomkneer felt more hyper after he saw Enoch wave the burning flag.

 

[Nerius]

Objective: D
Locations: Palace Halls
Allies: { [member="Darth Vornskr"] } | { [member="Darth Mythos"] }
Enemies: { [member="Nomkneer artzhul"] }
People: { [member="Darth Vyrassu"] }
Posts: 4

How anyone could believe Nerius was near anyone other than Mythos, whom was left behind as well, was slightly baffling. Nerius' writer had made it plain that he was by himself at the moment.

But it mattered little in the real aspect of things.

Moving slowly as he had before, Nerius continued along the hall until he could see more opponents ahead. He swung his blades in quick succession, loosing the tension building in his wrists. Yet he wondered whether it was smart to jump directly into another battle, after finding the enemies had Master Level Force Users..

He had managed to best the one he had met, but it was solely thanks to him being alone, and Nerius' shapeshifting abilities. If he met a group in combat, blindly rushing forward, he may find that they were actually a number of Knight Levels or something...

Slinking back into the shadows, Nerius watched the group to see what would come next!

 

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

{4/20}
OBJECTIVE: D; Hold the Line
LOCATION: The King's Guard
ALLIES: [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Darth Mythos"]
ENEMIES: @Nasir Luctatus, traitors

Blood continued to drip down her cheek, slipping down her neck, staining the fur of her fallen hood red. But for every drop she shed her foes shed a hundred. She slipped around them, using the force to flow around them, quickly making up for her own mistakes. Blades flashed, bolts reflected, screams died halfway through. With utter apathy she cut through the enemy ranks, both her level of experience and the quality of her armor being better than theirs.

Perhaps the Blackblade Guards behind her helped as well.
That was a distinct possibility.

With their assistance, Ire was able to eliminate the rest of that particular group within another minute. Having successfully cleared the corridor, the loyalists took a moment to catch their breath. One of Kaine's soldiers quickly came up to the apprentice and pulled out a med-kit. Inside the kit there were some simple first aid items. Just something to patch small wounds up quickly in between scuffles. And, clearly, there were currently in between such.

"May I?" The soldier asked, a vial of bacta in her hands. When the Sekairo nodded she moved in, starting to apply the gel, doing so as casually as one might tie their boots. It would only be half a moment before they were ready to move again. And when they were... Well, there were still plenty of invaders to kill.

 

[Nerius]

Objective: D
Locations: Palace Halls
Allies: { [member="Darth Vornskr"] }
Enemies: Anyone not of the One Sith!
Posts: 5

Nerius reached out to the Force, summoning a nearby fallen rifle of whatever kind. Hooking the strap around his shoulders, he also began to change shape and size. In moments he was a broad shouldered ebony male, with a bald head and a mean face.

Moving to a slow jog, Nerius approached the men that were attempting to dethrone an important man in the One Sith. Stopping short he acknowledged them with a quick jerk of the head, a finger to the lips, then a jerk thumb behind himself. They all received the message loud and clear, raising their arms towards the way he had come from.

Turning and raising the rifle, he slowly backed up until he merged with the group, but then continued until he was the rear of them. This point was where he made things interesting. Without hesitation Nerius began taking swift accurate shots, with heads exploding until all were dead.

Figuring it smart to keep this form, he turned and resumed the same light jog from before.