Red versus Blue [OS Dominion of Panatha]

[Sinistra]

Objective: E -Make your own adventure
Location: Canthar - nearing the palace
Allies: OSI
Enemies:
Posts: 2/20

The upstart had been getting help from somewhere and while the OS heads were concerned with maintaining control and bringing the planet under the OS banner, Sinistra's team was more concerned with the spindly connections that helped the deposed rally to challenge the throne. He had been surprisingly well informed, and in the course of the hunt, Fela had uncovered Luctacus loyalists in top positions at the Intelligence Offices. Sinistra did not want to bring too much attention to the operation that must be done. She set the twins to charge the front, and make an obvious push towards the data center. They believed their Lord was not there, but they couldn't have been more wrong.

The traitor department heads were still in the offices, panic surrounding them so thickly, Sinistra could have tracked them by it alone. She carried a couple dart guns, the list of targets memorized. It did not take long to subdue them all, their funkies and anyone else who could have been implicated in the plot. All told, the sweep of the building netted her 15 foreign contacts and three more who could be helpful in mapping out the web.

The rest of the PIO were dismissed, ferried out of the building while Sinistra's OSI team took over the building. Once they were done, it would be staffed the OSI anyway and those from the PIO that could be vetted and trusted. For right now, the building became Sinistra's playground.

Aurek and Arianrhod were less than thrilled to be used as a distraction but Sinistra sent them back to the ship. What needed to be done next required a deft touch.

 

[Nerius]

Objective: D
Locations: Palace Halls
Allies: One Sith!
Enemies: Anyone not of the One Sith!
Posts: 11

Jerking the plasma of his saber forward, he severed a great deal of his opponents neck. Then a quick Push sent the body sailing towards the others, while he followed suit. Several men with rifles were all aiming down their sights as a body flew into them.

It was almost comical watching as they all attempted to rise from the floor afterward.

But Nerius did not let them, instead he came forward and began slaying the rest of the living souls. One felt a lightsaber in their face, another felt it penetrate his chest before escaping along the side. Each in turn got their own deaths, some gory, others just swift executions.

Returning to the room he smiled at the women, nodding as he said, "The ones chasing you are deceased. However I would recommend staying here under my protection until the battle is over, as it still rages within these halls."

 

[Sunblade]

I can hear his approach long before he comes close. Smell it. Feel it. Like a force of nature, he is sweeping ever deeper into the bowels of the earth, the very earth that has turned maggoty and rotten underneath his palace of decadence. It is as if his vile aura has infected the soil itself, tainting the proud world of Panatha like black, wretched blood.

Then the screams come, echoing down the corridors and magnified tenfold in their agony. The stench of scorched flesh and burning fat is overwhelming, and I can hear a few of my men stumble and retch as it assaults our senses. But I was there, I was there when he loomed over us for the first time, and I knew to expect this. I have been training relentlessly for more than a decade. A foul odor will never stop me, not now, when I am so close to my goal.

My heart clenches in my chest as some of mine fall behind, the sounds of their last meal hitting the wall soon replaced by their wails as ravenous beasts set upon them with vigor. Fear makes men run faster, I find, and as I call upon the living Force, the clasping of their jaws fades into the distance. Stair after stair, we skip upwards, fleeing and leading him behind us all the while. This is my time, I know. It won't be long now, won't be long until the claws of death close around my heart and claim my soul everlasting.

But I won't go without you.

Fresh air enters my lungs as I finally burst through the door, nearly falling in my rush to breathe free once more. The smothering foetor roiling through the lower reaches of the palace is spewed out with a few quick splutters while I run ever higher, clambering onto the roof.

Halesha, Arrikus, Denviel. Marii, Gatrik, Saavos, and Kamal. They're all dead now, this I know in my heart of hearts. Some of them left quickly, others suffered; but all of them did their part.

So says the weight of the trigger in my fist.

Not without you, Kaine Zambrano.

5/20
[member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"] | [member="Darth Mythos"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"]​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wdmHCk9xO8[/youtube]​

Objective: Objective D
Location: Imperial-Royal Palace
Allies: [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"], [member="Darth Mythos"]
Enemies: [member="Nasir Luctatus"]
Posts: 6/20

What happens when you light a fire beneath a living creature in an enclosed space?

It climbs to escape the consuming flames.

But this time the fire would follow the rat until there was nowhere left to run from the flames, and like a creature of the abyss he rose from the darkness into the pale light of the world. He left his horde of beasties to clean up behind him, dissuading anyone else from tampering with whatever was left within his labyrinthine dungeon. However; he suspected that today would be the last day he'd see his dungeon in the same manner again, but such things could be rebuilt and such creatures could be remade. All was possible with the Force, especially with the Dark Side. So he meticulously climbed until he too reached a flat expanse of the roof adjacent to one of the gilded domes that was a hallmark of Epicanthix architecture. His lightsaber was lit, but he held it lazily in a neutral position at his side as he crested the top of the stairs and appeared in full view to the scoundrel Nasir.

"Enough of this cat-and-mouse game... It's time to face your destiny like a warrior, Luctatus."

His voice was gravely and all too condescending, a stink of arrogance lacing each syllable of every word that spat forth from his hateful maw. A slow rain began to descend across the battlefield as the sky blackened as clouds began to rush in, signaling the beginning of one of Panatha's frequent tropical downpours that would soon herald a much larger storm. Such things were all too familiar with the general populace, and they knew how to fight in such conditions when the need arose, but no doubt the foreigners would find themselves floundering as the rain began to pick up in intensity and quantity. Several fat drops of water pounded against Vornskr's crimson blade, instantly boiling and turning into small puffs of steam that resounded with a sharp sizzle that only picked up along with the ever-increasing rainfall.

"Let us be done with this farce."

 

[Mythos]

Objective
Location: ???
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] OS
Enemies: Osk Ribepi [member="Nasir Luctatus"]
6/20
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SnTL1L8a6YI
"This is Mythos to Command does anyone copy?" Mythos was met with static and white noise. Apparently where he was walking Coms did not work or he was being jammed, either situation was not ideal... it was getting Darker and Darker...

A few seconds after Mythos initially dashed to the lower part of the Palace and the distant sound of rainfall was drowned out by the metric Tonnes of Stone that separated him from the outside Mythos felt Fear for the very first time in a long, long time. Naturally he was able to overcome Fear but this time it was different... The deeper he ventured to the undergrounds of the palace slicing Osk Swordsmen every now and then the more he realized that this place was the closest thing to a living Hell in the entire Galaxy. Chambers riddled with chains and devices with Sharp blades attacked his senses, Vong limbs and blood littered the floor... fresh blood... meaning whatever did this was not too far behind.

"What in the name o-"

He was cut off by something that tackled him hard and drove him to the Floor in a primal frenzy created by maddening torture and what could very well be decades of sleep deprivation and cruel experimentation. He could not yet get a good glance at the creature

Mythos dug his lightsaber into the 'Creature's' Chest... if it could even be called a creature anymore...

The thing let out an almost satisfying Cry and slumped next to him dead. Mythos rose up at an exaggerated speed with his eyes wide open and his stance wide and firm... they were coming.

He took a Glance at the creature briefly and gazed away as soon as he did, it was a hard thing to behold. It's mouth was no longer there, it was opened crudely and stuffed with Razors where it's teeth used to be... it's gums still bleeding and it's eyes without lids bead with red tint in them. That Image would Haunt Mythos' dreams for the rest of his Immortal Life. He had never seen anything as gruesome and as cruel as what he was seeing in the bottom layers of this dungeon.

He was not given much time to ponder or to delve further into the matter because the Osk had followed him down to the depths of the chambers as well and Mythos soon found himself surrounded by a score of Swordsmen many of whom had Cortosis Woven Swords...

It was Dark Down there... real Dark, they could see him because of his lightsaber but when he shut it off and closed his eyes activating his force sight.... he was the only one who could see... and they started falling one by one...

 

[Liliane]

Location: Surface of Panatha | Away From Others, That's For Sure
Objective: D
Allies: The One Sith
Enemies: The One Sith
Post: [ 01/20 ]

Panatha was one of the planets Lilin had never crossed. She just hadn't had enough interest in it and that was for a reason -- it was the home of the Zambrano dynasty, which she had heard was one of the craziest, most inbred and definitely one of the most influential families in the whole galaxy. She'd not heard of many individuals of the family besides the infamous Darth Vornskr himself, but she sure knew the majority of them were practically the same.

Now was the time to change that.

She still didn't want to go to the planet for fun or "for the lolz", as the new kids said. She had to go there. She'd been to a whole ton of One Sith dominions and she just couldn't miss this one.

Even though she wasn't quite sure about herself anymore. Was she there to fight them? To join them? To just spectate the whole madness? She had no idea.

But she did stand on the surface of Panatha with her lightsaber in her right hand, ignited.

 

[Sinistra]

Objective: E -Make your own adventure
Location: Canthar - Intelligence offices
Allies: OSI
Enemies:
Posts: 3/20

They could not see her face under the mask but Sinistra was smiling. Rather widely. She enjoyed this part of her work immensely. She would have preferred to interrogate all the targets personally, but she would have to trust her team on this one. They had a short window in which to operate so they had to split up. All of them were masked and identical. The voice modulators all sounded the same. No target would be able to figure out who was questioning them, not that they would survive too terribly long after they were processed. If their information turned out to be good, they were eliminated. If it was all sithspit and lies, they were eliminated. Truth or no, they would bleed for supporting Luctacus.

Sinistra had PIA’s director chained to a chair. So far, he had learned the hard way that she didn’t need to lay a hand on him to have him screaming in terror. There was plenty the Sith Lord could do with just a thought. However, he was a tough nut to crack. He had mental training to ward off her attacks to an extent. She would have to crack his defenses first.

“Who paid for Luctacus to make this display?”

Silence. Fine, the hard way it was.

A hard kick send his chair over to its side and he howled from the pain of landing hard on his elbow, his arm caught under the weight of him and the chair. Sinistra grabbed a couple things off a table along the wall and knelt next to him quickly. With a quick and precise strike, she drove a 40d nail straight through the soft flesh of his waist and into the hip bone. The pain was excruciating and a trickle of red welled up around the shiny nickel plating.

“Tell me who paid for this.”

He was whimpering, sucking breath through parted lips. Another nail, another strike, another scream. She drove in three more. The hip bone was shattering beneath her efforts but she was just getting warmed up.

“Last chance, Gimpy. They are not going to save you. You have been left to hang. Who paid for this?”

“Quel-Droma. Noja Quel-Droma.”

That slippery fething kark stain. Noja was not an unknown to Sinistra.


“Good. Now, tell me why.”

 

[Sunblade]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QhV41hoQAa0​

Never! I want to scream, at the top of my lungs, but I know I must save my breath, and my sanity. The oppression of his presence grows stronger now, for he is near. Larger, taller than I remember. He is… changed, somehow, but I cannot let it affect me. Not when I'm so close to saving Panatha and our noble people from his cruel iron fist.

"Your reign of terror ends today!"

My voice has naught a tremble to its tone, and I feel a strange calm wash over me despite the calamity. I am the heart of this change; the eye of this hurricane. Even the sky breaks open to baptize me in its tears before we both go Netherworld, weapon in hand and chin held high as proud warrior blood is swept away by rain and passage of time. In this stark moment of clarity, I realize I do not care if the Galaxy forgets me; my face, my name, my line. I only wish for my people to be rid of him once for all.

That is all I ask of you.

My prayer is a soft one, and a quiet one, for I know it is the last one I will ever utter, be it in my mind or aloud.

At the sight of his impending might, my heart falters for a second, and the three hundred feet drop behind me beckons to me in the sweetest of voices. It would be so easy, to fall. Just a few more steps backward, and his searing blade would never touch my flesh.

That fleeting fear is washed away with the punishing downpour, and the silver beam of my lightsaber the veil of water whipping down on us from the heavens.

I need him close, and though the very thought makes me sick to the very core of my being, I know it has to be done. Even if it means his blade sinks into my flesh. Even if it means my death.

[member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Mythos"] | [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]
6/20​

 

[Liliane]

Location: Surface of Panatha | Away From Others, That's For Sure
Objective: D
Allies: The One Sith
Enemies: The One Sith
Post: [ 02/20 ]
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Lilin looked ahead with no feelings of terror, fear or confusion in her eyes. All she felt inside was this troubling idea of her turning more towards the Dark and that there was no way to change that or to turn around. She had to either embrace it or run from it forever. Both of them seemed quite right to her so she was still not sure whether she wanted to be a member of the One Sith or if she wanted not to use her powers anymore at all. She would have to think that through, even though she leaned more towards becoming a Sith.

Well, she practically looked like a Sith now, so there was no point of changing that.

She started walking, her lightsaber still ignited. Even though it had the blue colour typically associated with Jedi, she didn't care -- her appearance was quite Sith-y nonetheless. If she moved towards the city with no empathic emotions whatsoever, wasn't she already a Darksider anyway?

But destroying things wasn't her intention. Not this time. She was there to gain more information about the Epicanthix species and of the powerful dynasty ruling the planet.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Objective: Objective D
Location: Imperial-Royal Palace
Allies: [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"], [member="Darth Mythos"]
Enemies: [member="Nasir Luctatus"]
Posts: 7/20

"My reign will never end, worm."

The words were spat out vehemently, a cure against the man that stood so brazenly before the rightful King of the Epicanthix. He had won the throne through brutal conquest, killing all who would oppose him until none remained save those that bent the knee to his power. This whelp gave up his chance to truly challenge him when he slunk away from the battle only to hid out like a rat whilst Vornskr ruled for a good seven years before he finally got the nerve to make such an audacious play for power. Now it would be the end of him, Vornskr was stronger than ever and the Dark Side was fully with him. He swung his blade upwards to angle the tip towards Nasir and his silver beam, the rain now coming down in literal buckets to soak both combatants and the polished stone and dark metal around them.

"I am eternal." He spat out his words again, the venom dripping off of each syllable as he made a step towards Nasir. Then, without warning the Sith Lord lunged at his hated opponent, his crimson blade cutting through the humid air like a butcher's cleaver as he moved to deliver several powerful blows all aimed at Nasir's chest and stomach. His style was ferocious, a firm two-handed grip swung his blade through the air as he descended upon Nasir.

The duel for the crown had begun.

 

[Sinistra]

Objective: E -Make your own adventure
Location: Canthar - Intelligence offices
Allies: OSI
Enemies:
Posts: 4/20

Fela was most satisfied with her conquest. Assistant director Vagna was whimpering, his head resting against his chest. Threatening him with bodily hard wasn't getting anywhere. Close family was a no go as well. As it would turn out, the only way to get him to open up at all was to reveal the string of illicit affairs with top married officials in the former Lutacus administration. The sordid details were not that scandalous in other systems perhaps, but on Panatha it was less than acceptable. There were forbidden and less than palatable fetishes indulged and if it came to the light of day, it would not only cost him his career but also his family's honor. He would rather see them dead with honor intact than alive and shamed.

The Panathan was easy for her to read, he opened to her like a book. Tugging at a fear and watching his psyche unravel was more than enough to sate the Umbaran's twisted addiction. She loved the control she could wield over the spineless.

"Why did would the Jedi take an interest here?"

"Because it is a society of warriors. Better in the hands of Lutacus than the Sith."

"Why not simply fold Panatha into the Republic then?"

"Because joining the Republic would not have proved well for him. Panathans are too independent to break knee to the bureaucracy of the Republic but it was better than letting Zambrano bring your kind to our door."

Fela walked away to a holovid, looking at the image of her boss. Sinistra remained silent a moment before she signaled to Fela to end him. A blaster to the temple and Assistant Vagna was no more.

"Just as the others my lord."

Sinistra nodded, killing the holo. Three interrogations, three identical answers. They were prepared to be caught. Time to lean on the weakest links.

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective: Kill all osk ripebi
Location: storming the back of the palace
Enemies: Osk Ripebi
Allies: [member="Lord Mythos"]

Nomkneer was rushing through the back of the palace like a hurricane, he leaped from walls to evade blasters, landed on the floor and took out multiple enemies with a single strike. Nomkneer was thrilled that his job was to take out the thrash, he had heard a sum amount of footsteps that were coming from the side of the corridor. Nomkneer rushed to the corner, he leaped and grabbed on some plants that were being held high on the walls as they branched down with beautiful blue pedals, Nomkneer stood upon the base as the group of osk ripebi troops were passing by, they were on the escape.

Nomkneer took a good view and counted "one, five, nine... seventeen... fine then, this will be fun" Nomkneer was prepared to launch a strike to tarnish their formation. Nomkneer jumped down and with one strike down like a hawk on a mouse, he sliced five troop members in three pieces, everyone got startled as the kaleesh looked like a demon coming down to take down their souls. Nomkneer stood upon their corpses as the troops were ready to attack. He spoke to the troops "why is it that people think they can overtake the sith, you shouldve stayed in your leash and not subdue yourself to the temptation of treachery, it is my duty to exterminate all traitors" with a smile he said and his aim was to finish them all without a trace.

One of the members of the group said "you think just because you came down like bird and took a hand full of us? everyone shoot him!" Nomkneer leaped to the wall and went to the ground, as he was soaring in the air he used his telekinesis to push their blasters the moment they pulled the trigger, they shot themselves and only four survived the shots, the rest were shot on the chest or head and were killed. Nomkneer was ready to use some of his new found abilities he has learned throughout his adventures.

 

[Sunblade]

The wind is blowing now, and it whips the rain hard across my face, as if it were me who has done the most wrong. As if I had slaughtered thousands — no, millions! — just to sit on a throne; as if I had murdered indiscriminately just to claim myself Emperor.

Disgust boils in my veins, disgust and fear and anger, but I force myself to stay calm even in the face of mounting adversity. I have trained for this my whole life, and I am but a few steps away from delivering the hated, vile tyrant from this world for ever; I shall not falter now.

As the lumbering monstrosity lunges at me, my silver blade comes faithful to my aid, hissing as it cuts through air and rain alike. My right hand is still clutching my ace, my final trump card, but I cannot let him smite me before I have the chance to use it. A sidestep, a careful rearranging of my feet, and I step out of line of his first attack, letting him carve at the empty air as I attempt to riposte with a stab at his side as I pass.

He is large, and armored, and therefore slow, whereas I am far nimbler. This shall be a duel of attrition, then. I will wear him down, like a maalraas wears down a zakkeg while the beast spits and roars and claws at nothing, and when opportunity strikes, I will reduce him to naught but nightmarish memory and smithereens with the press of a thumb.

I say no more, for the time for prayer and speech have both passed. Now I must survive his assault, and I deceive myself not; I will need every ounce of strength left to do so.

But do so I shall.

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[member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"] | [member="Lord Mythos"]
7/20​

 

[Mythos]

Objective: D- Survival
Location: <<Location Undetectable>>
Allies: One Sith [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies: Osk Ribepi [member="Nasir Luctatus"]
7/20
Even in Darkness Mythos was able to hold his own against a Score of Good swordsmen but not even Mythos could hold them off For long with Cortosis woven Swords that already had sliced into the Blade of his main lightsaber and rendered it useless. Even without his main saber his Shoto dug into knee caps and rips in a flurry but in once fated twirl a corstosis woven sword thrust in the dark between two ribs inches from a main Artery and his Lungs.

Mythos howled in pain and shot back into a cornser shutting off his Shoto but to no avail, Out of the Dozen Swordsmen about half remained and attacked Mythos while he was on the ground, Several slashes Split in knuckes in two and and his leg also reveiced a large slash that would make walking impossible.

Under attack Mythos found himself with no defenses except the Force, he raised one hand to Stop a blade while his Other hand charged a Force Lightning. The Pain of the Cortosis woven sword almost cutting off his hand completly made the Force Lightning in his right hand all the more powerful when it unleashed and the left hand bleeding and dripping with Knuckles split joined the Storm of Electricity.

"Die Scum!"

The Vortex of Blue Lightning emerged from his bloodied hands to engulf the first Osk about to deliver the Killing Blow upon Mythos, Steel Cages flanking him to both sides rumbled at the Power unleashed from his body and the Electricity was so strong the Lights below the Catacombs that they were fighting in started flickering on and off.... That Mythos did not know... Would attract unwanted attention... "Feel Infinite Power!"

It did not matter as the Final Swordsmen who now fought in a Corpse ridden ground started to fall with screams of unimaginable agony from the single most powerful Lightning Blast Mythos had ever unleashed, those who survived slumped down in the floor clenching their scarred faces and burnt bodies.

Mythos rose up slowly and as he did a score of Monsters swarmed the area and Mythos' adrenaline did not let him even stop for a small second as he made his way to his feet and shuffled around grimacing through the pain... the sight was unimaginably painful.... The Osk who were llready in pain... were now being devoured alive by whatever kind of monsters were unleashed in these shattered halls...

Mythos did not disturb their Supper.... He stealthily walked away successfully... Force Jumping through an Air Duct and there crawling his way to wherever the Fresh air was coming from....

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iVvhAUdag20[/youtube]​

Objective: Objective D
Location: Imperial-Royal Palace
Allies: [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"], [member="Darth"] Mythos
Enemies: [member="Nasir Luctatus"]
Posts: 8/20

The whelp managed to sidestep his first strike, countering with a flourished riposte aimed at the King's flank. But the King was a master lightsaber combatant, and with expert grace he swung his blade around to deftly parry Nasir's attack. He then settled into Form V and began to deliver a flurry of strikes and jabs towards Nasir, his Force-enhanced speed making his attacks nearly imperceivable to the naked eye, but to someone imbued with the Force and trained in the arts could manage to see his attacks. He was an unparalleled master of the battlefield, his armor stained by the blood of the millions who had fallen to his wrath during his decade-spanning reign of terror across the galaxy. He pressed forth his aggression, channeling his hate into strength as he battered away at his enemy's defenses, his face perpetually transformed into a snarl as he delivered a heavy two-handed strike down towards Nasir's head.

"Little whelp, your existence will be scoured from the annals of history!" he bellowed over the loud patter of the rain around them, his blade a crimson whirl of death as it soured through the air over and over again as their duel progressed.

"No one will remember you."

 

[Sinistra]

Objective: E -Make your own adventure
Location: Canthar - Intelligence offices
Allies: OSI
Enemies:
Posts: 5/20

The sound of the whimper from the corner carried the wail of deep suffering to Sinistra's delighted ears. It had taken 5 interrogations before they got anywhere, and Fela had done some marvelously quick footwork to determine which of the detainees would crack the easiest and roll on his compatriots. The lucky one, Alois Pice, only needed to be lead into the room where the corpse of Director Izzar lay on the floor, nails driven into his hip and thigh before a blaster bolt ended his suffering.

Alois sang.

Qel-Droma was nothing but a scapegoat, a name to be given should people get caught. A notable do-gooder who had a record of stepping into conflicts where he believed he could inspire everyday people to stand up for themselves, Noja and Sinistra had known each when she was young. Another time and another place to be sure. Izzar had decided to approach Nasir about helping start a rebellion, however, they were going to have to get other help considering Zambrano's connections within the One Sith.

The help from Jedi was real, but they were back at square 1. She didn't have a name, but they had learned what could and what couldn't be trusted. That was a step in the right direction.

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective: destroy all ripebi
location: back of the palace
Enemies: osk ripebi troops
allies:Lord Mythos
post 9

Nomkneer gained a rush of adrenaline as blasted shots were being dodged by centimeters and his death could come upon with just one small mistake. Nomkneer had four enemies in front of him, they used bombs to try to get Nomkneer back, he saw them on the blink of tossing the hand explosive, as Nomkneer flipped backwards he noticed there some troops coming from behind, unknown to the situation he had behind him he took out an explosive he had inside his cloack, he tossed it to the four osk ripebi members that were in front of him as they tossed their bombs to him, Nomkneer leaped back even harder to avoid any blasts and damages to his body, the rest of the troop tried to escape but Nomkneer pulled them with his telekinesis and they were in between the two bombs, they could not move anywhere for the bombs would explode anytime and any direction they would go is an explosion that was waiting for them.

Nomkneer had eliminated the group on the front now was time for the group on the back, he ran back to the direction of the main entrance of the palace of panatha, but the troops there were part of ours, Nomkneer was angry that he had no more insects to squash, though the situation was already controlled Nomkneer had thirst for battle and the spilled blood of his enemies.

 

[Sunblade]

Muscles want to bunch up and tense, but I cannot let them. I must remain light as a feather, flexible as reed. He would have me break like iron, but I am not made of steel like he. I bend, so that I can spring back up, faster and harder than before.

He drives me back like a beast possessed, and it's all I can do to defend from his onslaught as slash after slash rains down on me amid the deluge.

I want to scream back in his face, but my breath runs short, in ragged gasps as he presses,on and on and on. My fingers are cold and whitened as I hold onto the hilt of my lightsaber, circling on the tiled, gilded roof beneath our feet. Splash splash splash goes the sound of my boots as I step back and to the side time and again, trying desperately to hold on in the face of his pressing attack.

With a cry, one of his strikes passes through my weakening guard, and the searing heat of his crimson blade leaves a scorched line along my upper arm.

The touch of raindrops is a small blessing upon the burning skin, but I push it out of mind, baring my teeth as my heart pounds against my ribs. If he thinks he will cut me down easily, the tyrant is sorely mistaken.

"Die!" I scream, and know not whose voice cuts hoarse through the thrum of the storm as it follows the arc of my silver blade. I hope to sever his front leg, ground the monster and destroy his vile presence once and for all.

[member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Lord Mythos"] | [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]​

 

[Darth Centax]

Objective: E
Location: Bunker Point 178#T-Alpha Forward recon, a location far from the central conflicts.
Allies:@One Sith
Enemies:@Unknown
Posts: 1/20

One week before he had yet met Vengeance. Still one of the many, yet to be taken from his obscurity. A distance away from the actual battle, Kylath or rather connar’s squad had been tasked with a forward recon to make sure the Sith were not flanked or surprised by any reinforcements, one of the many of the legions given orders to support the main bulk of the Sith. It had been an uneventful battle for him, and the acolyte's awakening force connection made him restless for some kind of action, the saber on his hip at odds now with the rifle in his hands.

What it did give him is time to find the squad’s usual welcoming banter going on in their foxhole grating on his nerves.

“Why do we always get the babysitting?”

“I think I’ve got an idea Snkylter, when was your last sonic shower?”

“You tried showering in this gear?”

“You're meant to take it off meathead”

“Shut it.” The commander beside them barked, none too pleased, they were all itching for something to happen, but he wasn't happy at the lack of discipline.

Connar could only hope someone started shooting at them, or he may start the shooting himself… he hated the waiting, rubbing his eyes and staring out through the dirt and grime, the halfbreed got his wish as a missile of some description hit the concrete bunker they were in, and shrapnel went everywhere. Inside some of their white armor didn’t look so white right now, he had his wish...

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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Objective: Objective D
Location: Imperial-Royal Palace Roof
Allies: [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"], [member="Darth"] Mythos
Enemies: [member="Nasir Luctatus"]
Posts: 9/20

Vornskr moved seamlessly from attack to attack, chaining together strike after strike alongside the occasional parry or block but his focus never wavered from Nasir even for a moment. Then he saw an opening in Nasir's defense and capitalized on it, striking a blow along the insurgent's upper arm rending armor and searing flesh with a single stroke. Still, such a blow would not fell a warrior like Nasir, even if Vornskr considered him sub-par and an amateur when compared to his own masterfully honed skills in both combat and the Dark Side of the Force. Vornskr backpedals several paces, twirling his lightsaber as Nasir roared in anger and pain, spouting forth a coarse death threat and coming at the King again with his silver blade. Vornskr's stance changed as he repositioned his legs and brought his lightsaber in close to his center body and effortlessly deflected the man's strike aimed for his legs with a mere twist of his wrist and angling of his blade.

He retaliated with a quick strike towards Nasir's midsection, an easily countered attack, but when Nasir moved to block or parry Vornskr would press himself forth to ensnare Nasir in a blade-lock. Their blades sizzled and crackled with their hate as they stared each other down amidst the downpour and turbulence of the nearby fighting. Vornskr's face was hidden behind a dark metal mask, but his gaze could be even be felt from behind the protective face plate.

"I can feel the life essence of your army fading, Nasir. Your plans are undone, and now you will learn why I am King... and you a little more than a peasant."

He disengaged the blade-lock, pushing Nasir back as he raised up his left hand and let loose a hearty barrage of Sith Lightning. The smoke belched forth from his fingertips as the jagged arcs of electricity spread through the damp air towards Nasir, no doubt being drawn to the rainwater drenching Nasir and that which slicked the palace's roof. Whether Vornskr himself would be affected was undetermined, but he seemed pretty confident that he would weather the attack in a better condition than poor Nasir, perhaps even unscathed.

Perhaps.