The Amalgam
Darth Phyre II
Objective: Murder the feth out of Jedi.
The Amalgam's purple blades cut into enemy soldiers, spinning and maneuvering around their defenses, barrowing from Form Five's ability to reflect bolts back upon the source to send bolts into the knees of the ones shooting her, flesh wriggling disgustingly everywhere as one of the most powerful dark side auras of any planet was channeled through her.
She sneered at the disgusting pinpricks of light fouling this world's beauty. How their light tried to purge its natural suffering and cruelty.
It was a doomed effort. The NJO had made a foolish mistake striking at the very heart of the Dark Side. The Dark Side laughed at their efforts, sticking its tongue out and wiggling its ears as the hated slaves of the Light descended in a vain attempt to wipe the smirk off its face.
Today marked a personal dream of The Amalgam finally being fulfilled. She and at least one of her daughters were defending Korriban together. She could sing! She could bust out a highly choreographed dance number! She could find a pregnant Lizard to eat alive, so great her personal fulfillment was. Best of all, it was her favorite daughter, defending the temple of Korriban! She cursed herself for not having taken a selfie with Uri before the battle started. She hoped she wasn't fighting the wisdom of the temple...it could make her so beautiful on the inside if only she would let it.
She found herself under attack as she rampaged from the academy into the valley, immersing herself in the farming of level twelve enemies, hurling out lightning to fry a Jedi battling a Sith in the distance. Her daughter was here, barbecue was being made with her fingertips, and nothing could ruin it. Not even these pesky two Consulars attacking her. They were very impressive with their Makashi, strikes like dancing cobras, nipping at her ankles and wrists, trying to disarm her for a follow-up beheading.
The Amalgam barrowed from every Lightsaber form, including the Praxeum ones, picking and choosing techniques from each to round out her capabilities as best she could...it was a tactic she had instructed in each of her daughters. Never be a slave to form. A pure Master of Makashi will last a fething long ass time, as Dooku had proved, but Saruman was so dedicated to it that eventually his rigidity was exposed by He Who Hates Sand, and then it was up to Hugo Strange to do his best impersonation of Francisco Scaramanga in the tv series that followed. OMG THAT DUEL WITH MAUL AND AHSOKA IN THE FINAL SEASON.
Its okay to be a master of a form, but to ignore the disciplines of others invites your head getting removed by Hayden.
The Amalgam barrowed directly from form two, parrying and using some of the footwork to evade more aggressive blows, spinning her blades in a wicked, deadly pattern...
Ursula Sandraven, a muscular, beautiful Twi'lek with purple skin and a white catsuit and the Monster hiding in her subconscious smiled as she held a yellow bladed Lightsaber Cane out next to her protege Uri, drawing one of her white pistols. Uri, seventeen years old at this point in her life, in dark gray padawan robes with chocolate hair in Princess Leia style buns responded by activating her own sabercane, drawing a Clone Commando Blaster. Laertia, twenty two at this point in her life was next to her, her own Cortosis weave canesaber and scatterpistol drawn as well, wearing her typical spiky black jacket, her hardcore street criminal look messed up by the fact her raven hair was 'also' in Princess Leia type buns (This had been The Monster's favorite hairstyle before becoming Ursula: It hadn't mentioned nor made hint of this, which made it all the more delighted when they started wearing it around her anyway.. Even 'it' wasn't certain what had prompted them to start doing this.).
A bunch of Mercenaries whose boss they had assassinated for working with the Sith (The monster within didn't care how many friendly assets were slain: Nothing mattered except pushing her proteges to the very height of capability.) had ambushed the three while they had been enjoying a relaxing day of Skeet Shooting on Tython. (The Monster's idea of Refuge in Audacity as well as spending time with its students.)
Laertia was the reigning champion. Ursula would have been remiss to not know the workings of such a fire arm expertly, and so would Uri, but Laertia was a conductor at an orchestra with a shotgun. Laertia was the best shotgunner Ursula or The Monster had ever seen up close.
They had taken turns at first. Ursula would fling a few ceramic disks in the air, Uri would blast them, then Ursula, but when Laertia had been given Ursula's pump action, her ability to hit multiple disks in one blast and pull trick shots off making both Ursula and Uri just sit back in amazement after a while as she blasted multiple disks from the blue bright summer sky in endlessly creative ways. Lunch had been tomato soup in a thermos for each while birdwatching, each sipping daintily from their thermos cups. Ursula, unlike the monster beneath, wasn't the type to fill the air with useless words. If The Monster had the strength to escape and be in control, she would have been talking both of their ears off with non sequitur humor and Fourth Wall breaks, because in addition to be a homicidal sociopath, it was an insane and massive troll.
Still though, the silence gave the writhing beast hidden by dark magics in its own flesh time to contemplate why it didn't seem to want to escape just yet...
Ursula was inbetween the two as they all sat cross legged, staring out at a lake.
None of them spoke. Ice Blue, Stone Gray, and Wet Green pairs of eyes watched the water glitter from reflected sunlight. Ursula never spoke during times like this because Ursula had almost no ear for conversation during the times she wasn't on duty. Training these two had barely improved it. The Monster hated not being able to talk to them itself, hated being trapped in Ursula, yet was too happy to escape...
Uri had sensed them before Ursula had. Using camouflage fields. She had rubbed her eyes, their private signals for an ambush attempt.
The Monster's evil little heart fluttered. Attentive Uri, always so sharp. Always so Golden Eyed for stealth fields.
They had casually rose, making the Assassins move closer, falling into a tight defensive formation only at the last second when they revealed themselves, armed with cortosis weave electrostaves, and sonic pistols, and heated wrist blades.
Ursula's cane was golden, with a curved, Horse Head Shaped Handle which ended in a Lightsaber emitter. The bottom of the shaft had one too, as did Uri's, though the handle hiding her green bladed shoto was flatter. Laertia's cane only had the one purple blade at the bottom of her shaft. (That her blade was purple made the Monster happy: Her favorite double bladed saber was purple)
"Ready, Padawans?" Both Ursula and The Monster asked in unison. The Monster was delighted to be fighting alongside them, but enraged that the Assassins had interrupted their day off, vowing to make Ursula kill them all.
"Ready..." both confirmed.
(Ursula Sandraven's Theme Song Plays)
(Theme: "You Only Live Twice" by Nancy Sinatra)
Ursula executed a roll forward as all the Assassins attacked, she and her two students a well oiled death machine as the golden shoto on her cane sliced through a sonic pistol, the whine of its type of ammo sounding through the air, spinning it in her hands to deflect shots while using acrobatics to evade the rest and returning fire with her pistol. The key was to never stop moving against sonics.
Three attacked her from two seperate angles with staves. Ursula executed the same patient strategy she had taught to her proteges. Don't try and win the fight immediately. Don't rush it. It ends when it ends.
Careful, controlled spins of her cane fended off the initial strikes to her head and face from wrist blade and staff, relying on Soresu training and parts of Form Six to round out the defensive nature of her strategy, dodging their integrated sonic blaster attacks and retaliating with shots from her own pistol, its white laser bolts going through chest and eyes. The 'Jedi Master' whipped a white garbed leg into a face, breaking the neck the face was attached to, giving the monster inside a shiver of pleasure at taking life.
Out of the corner of her gaze, she saw Uri rely on Ataru, her Force acrobatics letting her leap through their sonic fire and melee attacks, diving right into them and manipulating the cane expertly around her body as she used it to smash in skulls and hook attacks with the shoto hidden in the handle. Laertia's stategy, was to the Monster's endless amusement, sheer brute force, violently swinging it one handed in her Form One style, her scatter pistol kneecapping her attackers even as she viciously clubbed them to death.
Ursula's own acrobatics carried her away from some of the retaliatory attacks, and what its didn't carry her away from, she compensated by simply shooting her attackers. Laertia was fond of this sort of pragmatism and heartily aimed at one Merc, bursting his head like a watermelon at a Gallagher Act.
More Mercs. Uri had already slaughtered her crowd, and to the Monster's intense sudden interest, seemed to be confused as she beheaded an attacker after parrying but her seeming distraction allowed one merc to scorch her forearm with a wrist blade, making the Monster'sdaughter cry out and fall backward, dodging sonic blasters, and that was when the Monster realized Uri could hear the OOC music as well.
With a snarl, Ursula shot the one who cut her, flipping and twirling towards her through sonic blaster fire, returning fire the entire time while Laertia teleporting around catching them from behind and freeing up breathing room for Ursula to cover the wounded Uri, who was emptying her own pistol into the shooters, bursting open heads trying to fire at Ursula and Laertia. Ursula grew angry when she saw the cut on her Padawan's arm and smashed her cane shaft into a mercenary skull, using hook attacks with it to disarm one and its shotos to behead another, then shooting both anyway just to be sure.
A sonic bolt caught Ursula in the abdomen and she felt a rib break as she was flung backward, but she fought through the oain and trusted The Force, firing off shots at the Mercs even as they fell, hitting them in the chest or head, banking a shot off Laertia's purple blade and hitting someone from behind with it. Laertia finished killing the rest of the attackers before teleporting to both.
"Ursy! Yooz okayyz?!" Laertia asked with all the alarm of a daughter towards an injured parent.
"I'm fine. Help Uri..." Ursula and the Monster within replied. Laertia complied, immediately seeing to Uri.
"Dhatz a badd cutt..." she said to Uri, helping Ursula's younger student up, who wasted no time helping Ursula herself up, who held her side.
"Next time, we have lunch at headquarters...can't even enjoy an afternoon meal anymore outside..." Ursula grumbled as the pair followed her to her crimson, H-Type Nubian Yacht The Scarlet Thunder.
"Kinda our own fault with us pissing off The Sith like we do..." Uri muttered.
Ursula and The Monster chuckled in spite of the intense pain.
"You got me there..." she agreed, wincing...
Present.
The Amalgam was flung to the ground vy a Powerful Force Push which badly deformed her flesh, making it stretch in unpleasant ways as she was blasted backward into a pillar of rock on the battlefield. The air left her lungs and The Witch was too stunned to call on the Dark Side as the pair of Jedi advanced.
Outcame the pistol, her flesh shuddering everywhere as it tried to reset itself on her skeleton. She drew her pistol, drawing on the hate and rage of the planet to cut off all pain and attacked with both staff and pistol in a fury, parrying, dodging, and blocking their attacks with one handed spins of her staff, intermixing shooting her laser pistol at their chest between parrying and attacking. The Knights defended, but because neither were used to a fighter who used Lightsabers and Pistols at the same time, one inevitably died when he dodged too late and the other was caught in a blade lock, unable to pull back in time before he was executed with a point blank shot to the face.
The Amalgam, bruised and with white blood leaking down a bubbling, lascerated face, stalked off to find a Jedi to kill and drain...
The Amalgam's purple blades cut into enemy soldiers, spinning and maneuvering around their defenses, barrowing from Form Five's ability to reflect bolts back upon the source to send bolts into the knees of the ones shooting her, flesh wriggling disgustingly everywhere as one of the most powerful dark side auras of any planet was channeled through her.
She sneered at the disgusting pinpricks of light fouling this world's beauty. How their light tried to purge its natural suffering and cruelty.
It was a doomed effort. The NJO had made a foolish mistake striking at the very heart of the Dark Side. The Dark Side laughed at their efforts, sticking its tongue out and wiggling its ears as the hated slaves of the Light descended in a vain attempt to wipe the smirk off its face.
Today marked a personal dream of The Amalgam finally being fulfilled. She and at least one of her daughters were defending Korriban together. She could sing! She could bust out a highly choreographed dance number! She could find a pregnant Lizard to eat alive, so great her personal fulfillment was. Best of all, it was her favorite daughter, defending the temple of Korriban! She cursed herself for not having taken a selfie with Uri before the battle started. She hoped she wasn't fighting the wisdom of the temple...it could make her so beautiful on the inside if only she would let it.
She found herself under attack as she rampaged from the academy into the valley, immersing herself in the farming of level twelve enemies, hurling out lightning to fry a Jedi battling a Sith in the distance. Her daughter was here, barbecue was being made with her fingertips, and nothing could ruin it. Not even these pesky two Consulars attacking her. They were very impressive with their Makashi, strikes like dancing cobras, nipping at her ankles and wrists, trying to disarm her for a follow-up beheading.
The Amalgam barrowed from every Lightsaber form, including the Praxeum ones, picking and choosing techniques from each to round out her capabilities as best she could...it was a tactic she had instructed in each of her daughters. Never be a slave to form. A pure Master of Makashi will last a fething long ass time, as Dooku had proved, but Saruman was so dedicated to it that eventually his rigidity was exposed by He Who Hates Sand, and then it was up to Hugo Strange to do his best impersonation of Francisco Scaramanga in the tv series that followed. OMG THAT DUEL WITH MAUL AND AHSOKA IN THE FINAL SEASON.
Its okay to be a master of a form, but to ignore the disciplines of others invites your head getting removed by Hayden.
The Amalgam barrowed directly from form two, parrying and using some of the footwork to evade more aggressive blows, spinning her blades in a wicked, deadly pattern...
Ursula Sandraven, a muscular, beautiful Twi'lek with purple skin and a white catsuit and the Monster hiding in her subconscious smiled as she held a yellow bladed Lightsaber Cane out next to her protege Uri, drawing one of her white pistols. Uri, seventeen years old at this point in her life, in dark gray padawan robes with chocolate hair in Princess Leia style buns responded by activating her own sabercane, drawing a Clone Commando Blaster. Laertia, twenty two at this point in her life was next to her, her own Cortosis weave canesaber and scatterpistol drawn as well, wearing her typical spiky black jacket, her hardcore street criminal look messed up by the fact her raven hair was 'also' in Princess Leia type buns (This had been The Monster's favorite hairstyle before becoming Ursula: It hadn't mentioned nor made hint of this, which made it all the more delighted when they started wearing it around her anyway.. Even 'it' wasn't certain what had prompted them to start doing this.).
A bunch of Mercenaries whose boss they had assassinated for working with the Sith (The monster within didn't care how many friendly assets were slain: Nothing mattered except pushing her proteges to the very height of capability.) had ambushed the three while they had been enjoying a relaxing day of Skeet Shooting on Tython. (The Monster's idea of Refuge in Audacity as well as spending time with its students.)
Laertia was the reigning champion. Ursula would have been remiss to not know the workings of such a fire arm expertly, and so would Uri, but Laertia was a conductor at an orchestra with a shotgun. Laertia was the best shotgunner Ursula or The Monster had ever seen up close.
They had taken turns at first. Ursula would fling a few ceramic disks in the air, Uri would blast them, then Ursula, but when Laertia had been given Ursula's pump action, her ability to hit multiple disks in one blast and pull trick shots off making both Ursula and Uri just sit back in amazement after a while as she blasted multiple disks from the blue bright summer sky in endlessly creative ways. Lunch had been tomato soup in a thermos for each while birdwatching, each sipping daintily from their thermos cups. Ursula, unlike the monster beneath, wasn't the type to fill the air with useless words. If The Monster had the strength to escape and be in control, she would have been talking both of their ears off with non sequitur humor and Fourth Wall breaks, because in addition to be a homicidal sociopath, it was an insane and massive troll.
Still though, the silence gave the writhing beast hidden by dark magics in its own flesh time to contemplate why it didn't seem to want to escape just yet...
Ursula was inbetween the two as they all sat cross legged, staring out at a lake.
None of them spoke. Ice Blue, Stone Gray, and Wet Green pairs of eyes watched the water glitter from reflected sunlight. Ursula never spoke during times like this because Ursula had almost no ear for conversation during the times she wasn't on duty. Training these two had barely improved it. The Monster hated not being able to talk to them itself, hated being trapped in Ursula, yet was too happy to escape...
Uri had sensed them before Ursula had. Using camouflage fields. She had rubbed her eyes, their private signals for an ambush attempt.
The Monster's evil little heart fluttered. Attentive Uri, always so sharp. Always so Golden Eyed for stealth fields.
They had casually rose, making the Assassins move closer, falling into a tight defensive formation only at the last second when they revealed themselves, armed with cortosis weave electrostaves, and sonic pistols, and heated wrist blades.
Ursula's cane was golden, with a curved, Horse Head Shaped Handle which ended in a Lightsaber emitter. The bottom of the shaft had one too, as did Uri's, though the handle hiding her green bladed shoto was flatter. Laertia's cane only had the one purple blade at the bottom of her shaft. (That her blade was purple made the Monster happy: Her favorite double bladed saber was purple)
"Ready, Padawans?" Both Ursula and The Monster asked in unison. The Monster was delighted to be fighting alongside them, but enraged that the Assassins had interrupted their day off, vowing to make Ursula kill them all.
"Ready..." both confirmed.
(Ursula Sandraven's Theme Song Plays)
(Theme: "You Only Live Twice" by Nancy Sinatra)
Ursula executed a roll forward as all the Assassins attacked, she and her two students a well oiled death machine as the golden shoto on her cane sliced through a sonic pistol, the whine of its type of ammo sounding through the air, spinning it in her hands to deflect shots while using acrobatics to evade the rest and returning fire with her pistol. The key was to never stop moving against sonics.
Three attacked her from two seperate angles with staves. Ursula executed the same patient strategy she had taught to her proteges. Don't try and win the fight immediately. Don't rush it. It ends when it ends.
Careful, controlled spins of her cane fended off the initial strikes to her head and face from wrist blade and staff, relying on Soresu training and parts of Form Six to round out the defensive nature of her strategy, dodging their integrated sonic blaster attacks and retaliating with shots from her own pistol, its white laser bolts going through chest and eyes. The 'Jedi Master' whipped a white garbed leg into a face, breaking the neck the face was attached to, giving the monster inside a shiver of pleasure at taking life.
Out of the corner of her gaze, she saw Uri rely on Ataru, her Force acrobatics letting her leap through their sonic fire and melee attacks, diving right into them and manipulating the cane expertly around her body as she used it to smash in skulls and hook attacks with the shoto hidden in the handle. Laertia's stategy, was to the Monster's endless amusement, sheer brute force, violently swinging it one handed in her Form One style, her scatter pistol kneecapping her attackers even as she viciously clubbed them to death.
Ursula's own acrobatics carried her away from some of the retaliatory attacks, and what its didn't carry her away from, she compensated by simply shooting her attackers. Laertia was fond of this sort of pragmatism and heartily aimed at one Merc, bursting his head like a watermelon at a Gallagher Act.
More Mercs. Uri had already slaughtered her crowd, and to the Monster's intense sudden interest, seemed to be confused as she beheaded an attacker after parrying but her seeming distraction allowed one merc to scorch her forearm with a wrist blade, making the Monster'sdaughter cry out and fall backward, dodging sonic blasters, and that was when the Monster realized Uri could hear the OOC music as well.
With a snarl, Ursula shot the one who cut her, flipping and twirling towards her through sonic blaster fire, returning fire the entire time while Laertia teleporting around catching them from behind and freeing up breathing room for Ursula to cover the wounded Uri, who was emptying her own pistol into the shooters, bursting open heads trying to fire at Ursula and Laertia. Ursula grew angry when she saw the cut on her Padawan's arm and smashed her cane shaft into a mercenary skull, using hook attacks with it to disarm one and its shotos to behead another, then shooting both anyway just to be sure.
A sonic bolt caught Ursula in the abdomen and she felt a rib break as she was flung backward, but she fought through the oain and trusted The Force, firing off shots at the Mercs even as they fell, hitting them in the chest or head, banking a shot off Laertia's purple blade and hitting someone from behind with it. Laertia finished killing the rest of the attackers before teleporting to both.
"Ursy! Yooz okayyz?!" Laertia asked with all the alarm of a daughter towards an injured parent.
"I'm fine. Help Uri..." Ursula and the Monster within replied. Laertia complied, immediately seeing to Uri.
"Dhatz a badd cutt..." she said to Uri, helping Ursula's younger student up, who wasted no time helping Ursula herself up, who held her side.
"Next time, we have lunch at headquarters...can't even enjoy an afternoon meal anymore outside..." Ursula grumbled as the pair followed her to her crimson, H-Type Nubian Yacht The Scarlet Thunder.
"Kinda our own fault with us pissing off The Sith like we do..." Uri muttered.
Ursula and The Monster chuckled in spite of the intense pain.
"You got me there..." she agreed, wincing...
Present.
The Amalgam was flung to the ground vy a Powerful Force Push which badly deformed her flesh, making it stretch in unpleasant ways as she was blasted backward into a pillar of rock on the battlefield. The air left her lungs and The Witch was too stunned to call on the Dark Side as the pair of Jedi advanced.
Outcame the pistol, her flesh shuddering everywhere as it tried to reset itself on her skeleton. She drew her pistol, drawing on the hate and rage of the planet to cut off all pain and attacked with both staff and pistol in a fury, parrying, dodging, and blocking their attacks with one handed spins of her staff, intermixing shooting her laser pistol at their chest between parrying and attacking. The Knights defended, but because neither were used to a fighter who used Lightsabers and Pistols at the same time, one inevitably died when he dodged too late and the other was caught in a blade lock, unable to pull back in time before he was executed with a point blank shot to the face.
The Amalgam, bruised and with white blood leaking down a bubbling, lascerated face, stalked off to find a Jedi to kill and drain...
