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Invasion Return the Favour | EE Invasion of GA held Byss



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Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex Second Son Lunafreya Solidor Lunafreya Solidor Vidalu Na'an Vidalu Na'an
Ripley Kühn Ripley Kühn Maou Maou Maijan Paisea Maijan Paisea

"What do you m-"

Iasha offered, hand. And when the knife raked across her skin she winced. She clutched her hand, but the blood still dripped onto the floor. The demon looked at her now, and for a moment she thought it meant to attack her, but then understanding dawned. Had he given her control of it? While Second Son went about the room setting up his dark wards, she explored her bond with the demon. It was far more intuitive than she had imagined

Iasha was making ready to leave and intercept their enemies, but it seemed someone had approached faster than she had anticipated.

"I think we do mind."

She stepped forward to block the mask figure off from moving further in, while her thumb subtly shifted over onto the activation button of her sabre. It remained hidden along her arm, under the cape, and her eyes were hard set on the intruder.

"Identify yourself."

She could feel the Jedi coming closer, but this one did not feel the same. He felt different in the Force. Still, she believed she would have known if the Sith Empire had sent another operative to support them. Or if the Eternal Empire had sent someone to cooperate. This seemed like one of the many things they were supposed to protect Darth Carnifex from. Whether their power was greater than hers or no, she did not allow anyone to simply waltz in.

The smoke demon intuitively flanked out to the side, blocking off another path, while she hoped Second Son would cover the other side.
 

Second Son

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"The many converge to the one." The Son's voice mused out idly as he finished his preparations and a new form entered the room. Iasha Rha Iasha Rha was smart to remain. Too many had found a taste for the vault for his own ability to keep them away from the Once-Emperor, though the number was quickly getting to a level he didn't think it truly mattered how many remained. He pulled his spellbook from his hip with the Force, letting it float beside him and flip to an appropriate page.

A stranger, after the artifacts within. He was just as suspicious of Maou Maou as the acolyte, but he knew just as well as her that the Jedi were on their way. And this man was no Jedi. Worse, the Nexus was being cleansed. They had the home field advantage, but it wouldn't last long.


"J͚͉̖̙͚̀ͅi̡͕n'̼ ̗͠t̲̳s͚̫̠͎̱̥̖û͕̩̹͎r̘͕̬j̦̝̗̺̰̳̝͞i̥̥̟."
More of the ancient language echoed from his helmet. The book to his side stopped flipping through the pages within and flashed a deep red as the intended runes came to life. While there was no visible change, the energy of the Dark coalesced into small, dart like shapes around him. Invisible, but easily felt by those with power over the force. The next of his preparation.

"You are welcome to help stop the Jedi's destruction of these artifacts, or be removed like them." Now he was speaking to this.. Dark Jedi. Whomever he was, there was power there. But did he truly want the knowledge? Or did he want to destroy it? The answer would have to wait as another seemed to join the party. His gaze fell to the hole cut within the nearby wall as Lunafreya Solidor Lunafreya Solidor stepped her way into the room. He watched in silence for a moment, then nodded.


"The same to you, I suppose. Are you ally? Or enemy?"

Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex | Maijan Paisea Maijan Paisea | Viribus
 
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A Light Shining in Darkness
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Location: Industrial District
Opposition: Cara Dorniarn
Wyatt's Meditation Music: Here.

Master Morga.”​
She was right - the Galaxy bled for what the Bryn’adul did, and even still they chose to ignore it in favor of politics. It was enough of a thought that made Wyatt hesitate after his lightsaber sputtered and failed from the Cortosis - and a shin with a long metal spike spun quickly to his side. It was then how slow he had become became more obvious.​
His attempt to stop the blow before it landed failed - despite knowing it was coming, and a metal shard cleanly cut a hole into his abdomen. Pain ripped through his body as he dropped his lightsaber - almost threatening to drop him to a knee; but the man was resistant. It was not the first time he had bled.​
Break the leg.
The voice in his head was quick, violent, and uncaring. His arm wrapped around her shin to hold her leg against the wound she had made, but there was the smallest hesitation despite his almost reactionary intent to snap her leg at the knee. Again the voice spoke to him -​
Break. The Leg.
For a moment, he could almost see the fields of Atollon - where a Bryn’adul had done much of the same long ago. One of his many scars, but one deeper than most; and Wyatt’s instinctual reaction. Break the leg, cripple the Bryn’adul, flee for his safety. A sharp inhale, and he was back where he was.​
Wyatt, for what strength he still had, resisted the urge - instead bringing his hand up to her throat in the hopes of lifting her up and over to slam into the ground; only to try and hold her there, even as the spike slipped from his stomach. The blood that began to trail down his side felt familiar, in all the wrong ways.​
Then do… What is right.”, Wyatt said through a suddenly hoarse breathing.​
His hand was clenched, raised parallel with his shoulder as though he only intended to threaten to slam it into her. In his eyes however, read something different - fear, anger, more the eyes of a beast cornered than a Jedi Master asking for her surrender with a closed fist.​
Cease this… Tell your Masters to stop.”, he said through clenched teeth.​
Make peace. If only temporarily.”​
 

Eskk Jannik

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Eskk lost his footing and fell on top of the vehicle he was standing on. It was an unfinshed speeder that was propped up very slightly to allow mechanics to acess the hnderside.

Too long, his escape was taking too long. The bombs placed throughout the building would go off any second now. The two squads of marines that had entered the building had defeated his single squad of ultranauts. Prospects looked grim.

"Deactivate your sabers and surrender," the armored force user commanded Eskk. That was one idea, but Eskk had another one. He deactivated his sabers and rolled off the the vehicle away from the man. As he hit the ground he rolled the opposite way under the vehicle.

It wasnt a moment too soon either. The bomb went off triggering the collapse of the building. Lets see your armor deal with that Eskk thought to himself as he was burried in rubble underneath the speeder.

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Rowena

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Location: Industrial District, Capital City - Byss
Allies: EE ( Ben Craig Ben Craig ) , AoC
Enemies: GA ( Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen ), Nichos Velt Nichos Velt

Rowena’s CryoBan rifle gave a high-pitched whine as she fired the weapon from the window, both of her shots finding purchase in her target, a crimson-armored stormtrooper who immediately collapsed as his heart was flash-frozen in his chest. It didn’t take long for her to find another one, striking them down from their perch on top of a building as her shots found their mark.

“Hey, support’s here!” Specialist Luss called out, glancing down at the group of black-armored troopers from the window. “Wait, is that Ben fucking Craig? What the kark? Is this a spice dream?”

“Cut the chatter, idiot. Reinforcements are here, forget about that.” Zamba answered, giving a sigh of relief as she spoke.

“Confirmed, we’re Union.” The squad leader said to the Eternal Imperial forces in a cold and professional tone. “You guys have any idea where that shield generator is? I’m trying to get in contact with someone with the scanning equipment to find where it’s coming from.”

“If you don’t we’ll just go where it looks like there are the most troops and work from there.”


 
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Location: The Capital City
Objective: Find Caedyn Arenais
Equipment: Two Crimson Lightsabers, Combat Suit
Tag(s): Caedyn Arenais | Arctus Silmar Arctus Silmar




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After what felt like an eternity, he'd found his target. Being sure to keep himself from any further entanglements with the Alliance forces, Adron moved through the streets with a careful precision. He was swift, yet he remained unseen. It was something else entirely for the man to turn from his usual tactics in favor of skills more frequent for those in espionage teams. Still, to accomplish his goal he would meet the requirements of the moment. His eyes adjusted, causing his HUD to shimmer faintly. He saw the boy. He watched the son of his former master enter into a large building, seemingly alone. "Perfect." He said, before drawing on the Force. He wrapped it around himself so that he may remain undetected by the young Jedi's senses.

After glancing down either side of the road, he leaned down to keep his head down while he crossed the open area. He found himself staring at the doorway to the broadcasting tower. "Must be some kind of interplanetary relay." He spoke to himself before pulling a small detonation charge from his belt. He quickly attached the charge to the front entrance, above the door. After setting the explosive he moved in through the door, his eyes spying a lift before him that seemed to be shifting up it's shaft. The door's to the lift hold were just beginning to close. Without a thought Adron ran forward, calling the Force into his legs to increase his speed. He flew into the lift hold, immediately looking up before jumping with the Force as his ally. He flew up, his hands grabbing onto the auxiliary cables stored at the bottom of the lift.

He remained silent as the lift came to the peak of the tower. He could feel the boy in the lift above him, he could sense...suspicion?

What are you doing here, boy? The Sith mused to himself. As the lift came to a stop, Adron remained firm, still so that he may not alert Caedyn right away. He said nothing, yet when the time came he turned his eyes to the maintenance panel beside him. It was an obviously snug fit, but he should be able to swing it. With a hand coming free from the cables, he waved it away from the panel causing the metal to fall open as the latch was released by the unseen hand of the Force.

He shifted, letting his hand find the entrance of the open panel. With a swing he abandoned the cables and relied only on the metal lining to pull himself in through. It was a tight squeeze, but he was able to crawl up the maintenance access point without any trouble. Standing in the side of the lift, Adron drew the twin lightsabers from his waist...yet it was in that moment he heard the snap-hiss of a single blade from within the room before him. He pressed his shoulder to the edge of the lift, peeking through the lift to the next room. He could see the man, a Jedi holding Caedyn at the point of the lightsaber. The Force echoed out from the man, suggesting he was utilizing it against Caedyn. When Adron saw the sight, the lightsaber being wielded against the young boy. Well, he could not sit idly by.

The Force fled to him, shattering the cloak he'd wrapped around himself. "Get away from the boy!" Adron moved into the room, both of his hands outstretched to Arctus Silmar Arctus Silmar with the full weight of the Force behind him. The telekinetic wave that flew through the air was intended to throw the Jedi impersonator into the wall away from the two. The Force propelled the man personating Bernard Bernard away from Caedyn, allowing Adron a spare moment to look to the boy.

His face. He looks just like his mother, but I can see Veiere in him too. He thought. His thoughts were followed by the igniting of one of The Raven's crimson lightsabers. The snap-hiss echoed out while he gazed at Caedyn through his helmet. "Time to go kid. You're coming with me."


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Caedyn Arenais

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Objective: Defend the Capital & Deter hostile forces
Apparel: Silver Ambassador Jedi Robes
Weapons: Lightsaber
Tags: The Raven (Adron Malvern) | Arctus Silmar Arctus Silmar (Disguised: Bernard of Arca)

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"Master Arenais. I should have known this would be the doing of one of you traitors.
First parley with the Sith and now an attempt to weaken the Alliance against outside aggressors?"
At the sound of the lightsaber's ignition, Caedyn had spun around just in time to find what appeared to be another Jedi with their weapon drawn upon him; He had barely had the time to gauge the state of the room before being accused of traitorous acts against the mutual political relationship of the Silver Concord and the Galactic Alliance. What added more to the alarm and confusion of the moment, however, was that Caedyn was certain he'd met the man before now, and he certainly appeared to be familiar with the young Arenais.

"I'm not sure I understand what you're exactly accusing me of..." Caedyn responded, watching as Arctus Silmar Arctus Silmar motioned to try to anchor him in place with a telekinetic hold, Caedyn's left-hand lifting, palm facing the fellow Jedi as he exerted his own control in the Force to sweep out around his form and nullify the attempt; "...-However, you will do well to allow us the chance to discuss this like civilized men. Lower your weapon..." Caedyn countered, the last of his words spoken sternly, the Jedi's gaze poised upon the other and awaiting the slightest hint of aggression, hoping that would not be the case.

Much to Caedyn's astonishment, the Force erupted in strength, not from the Jedi opposite him but instead off to Caedyn's left and being directed from the hands of a third party. The strength of the telekinetic barrage swept throughout the area, Caedyn having to raise his guard via a tutaminis barrier keeping himself from being hit by the unseen wave of energy that seemed to have been sent directly at Bernard of Arca.

"Time to go kid. You're coming with me."
It seemed unavoidable now, caught between two parties, neither of which Caedyn could be certain were allies in the greater battle over Byss. The charge of energy hissed in audible power as both blades were ignited from the hilt of the Jedi Knight's lightsaber, an active and consistent thrum of the weapons dual blades lighting up the floor around him in a green haze as he brought the hilt to bare in both hands, shifting into stance and readying himself defensively with one blade pointed to the floor and the other at an angle directed at the ceiling.

"I won't be going anywhere!" Caedyn replied sharply, "And you will stand down; Identify yourself". The first of the pair had been thrown back out of sight, however, he couldn't risk taking his eyes off of The Raven and so Caedyn fell back upon the Force to sense Bernard's presence and gauge the situation as it gradually played out.

"Someone had better have answers for me...-Just what the hell is this!?".
 

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BEN CRAIG
Director of Blackwatch ; CEO of N&Z Umbrella Corporation
Location: Byss , Edge of Industrial Center
Objective: 1 , Cripple Byss Infrastructure, locate and destroy planetary shield
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Forces:
Dress: Uniform , Armor
Tags: Rowena , Nichos Velt Nichos Velt , Open


The Eternal troopers lowered their weapons slightly after confirming they were indeed Union forces. "Glad to see you guys." He called out as they made their way over. He nodded, "Generator's located in the capital. There's a heavy defence, about a couple thousand troops and vehicles. No way we can take em out by ourselves, we're severely outnumbered. If we can somehow infiltrate and sabotage the system, then it's possible." Ben motioned for the captain to come forward. She pulled out her datapad and brought up the map. She pointed to the dots, "This is us." She zoomed out a little, "There's the capital."

One of the troopers called for Ben, "Sir, one of our scout's located a large force of hostiles headed our way. Vehicles and infantry, it could be a coincidence or they likely know our location." Ben frowned, "I don't believe in coincidences." He headed back to the group, "There's a group of hostiles headed our way, pretty big. We better get a move on."

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Major Faction

Ryv

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S W O R D _ O F _ T H E _ J E D I

GALACTIC ALLIANCE
NEW JEDI ORDER
STRIKE TEAM FISTO
ARMOR | LIGHTSABER | Speeder

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THE FOUR HORSEMEN
Left and right, Ryv's saber fell, it's white-hot blade unstoppable as it carved through the enemy. The Eternal Empire's soldiers scurried about in an attempt to reposition as Strike Team Fisto shattered their line. Order fell apart as chaos swept through the battlefield. The Sword of the Jedi took full advantage of the confusion; his speeder expertly maneuvered to ensure none in his path survived. He felt no sympathy for the Empire's soldiers. If they took up the Sith Empire's banner, he would put them to the sword. When they left Byss, he would remember every sin committed in the name of the Brotherhood. It would take time, but they would suffer as they've made others suffer.

For now, he couldn't deliver on that promise. He had an objective. Moridin's Citadel raged with a dark power he could not ignore, and apparently, neither could their enemies. Reports filtered through as an odd assortment gathered at the nexus: rebels, Sith, GA personnel. They wanted the power it could offer them, alongside the secrets it held. The Jedi Knight couldn't let that happen.

"I'm breaking formation!" Ryv said into the commlink. "Zaavik, Ripley, the nexus is under attack, and I can't say I trust whoever the Alliance sent in to secure it."

He turned his speeder in a U-shape and shot towards the citadel proper. Zaavik's fearless charge gave them the opening they needed. Other Jedi raced about through the madness, guided by the Force in their assault. As lines collapsed, Ryv knew he couldn't control them all. This was the chaos of a battlefield. The other Jedi knew what to do, and he trusted Zaavik and Ripley to make their own decisions on where they'd most be useful. Neither of them was clueless a Padawan learner anymore. One was a Knight, the other on the verge. This would be a test of skill for both of them. If they failed, they would learn. If they survived, anyway.

The wind whipped Ryv's hair back as he increased the bike's speed. He cut to the left, narrowly avoided an assault vehicle as it hunkered down, and shot past it. He dragged back on the bike's handles and tugged on the accelerator. He shot up and over a portion of the ruined wall that surrounded the outskirts of the citadel. The speeder-bike touched down on the opposite side with an aggressive jolt. Ryv slid to a stop a dozen meters from where his ride hit the ground. He stood and hurried further into the ruined fortress, his viridescent saber burned to life as it flicked to his hand.

From deeper inside, he felt pain. Someone cried out in the Force as evil inflicted its will upon a lone Jedi. The same pain disappeared, replaced by a sense of understanding, or maybe acceptance. Ryv picked up the pace and hurried, now sprinting through the darkened corridors. He recognized that still moment. It preceded death for one who had nothing left to regret. He gritted his teeth. He wouldn't lose another Jedi, not here, not on their soil.

By the time Ryv crossed into the fated chamber where Raze and Takui crossed blades, the aforementioned Jedi was already on the ground. The Sword missed the Sith as he and his men escaped through another tunnel, one opposite the Jedi Knight's side of the chamber.

He hurried to Takui's side and dropped beside him. He pressed his fleshy hand against the cauterized wound where plasma ruined skin and muscle.

"Hang in there, man, I got you," Ryv muttered, more for himself than the unconscious Jedi. He took a deep breath and called out to the Force. He pulled from the great ethereal sea, guiding the metaphysical energy from all around them. Death gripped the Citadel, Bogan's clutches tight upon the battlefield, but it was not enough to block out Ashla's light. Ryv found those faint threads hidden beneath the Dark and latched onto them. His entire being glowed with the Light as his hope poured into Takui's body.

Slowly, the angry red color that gripped the ruined tissue faded. Flesh sewed itself back together, muscle resurging within the Padawan's body as the Knight knitted his fallen comrade back together.

Allies | NJO | Xesh | Zaavik Perl Zaavik Perl | Ripley Kühn Ripley Kühn | Aldric | Kat Decoria Kat Decoria | Mesh Zetnu Mesh Zetnu | Maijan Paisea Maijan Paisea | Viribus | Takui Takui
Enemies | EE | TSE | Ingrid L'lerim Ingrid L'lerim | Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex | Second Son | Lunafreya Solidor Lunafreya Solidor
 
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R E D _ H O R N E T
GALACTIC ALLIANCE
TASK FORCE XESH
MORIDIN’S CITADEL | NEXUS DUTY
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Just like Maijan said, there was indeed a trap before them. It wasn’t too difficult to sense it with such raw emotions producing that disturbance in the Force. A power far darker and evil than where he stood in the spectrum of the Force. And what was the correct course to counter this trap? Why spring it, of course. It’ll eventually sprung into action, and it would be better for one to do it on purpose rather than accidentally walking into it.

After all, what did they have to lose? Their lives? That was already forfeit ever since their capture and their involuntary servitude. Should they fail? Most likely they’ll be dead. Should they be captured? Absolutely dead. They were just a mere investment with equity as long as they did what furthered the interests of the Alliance. Like a mercenary just not paid and barred privileges.

Luckily they didn’t have to carry this mission out themselves with more reinforcements to ensure this operation would go out without a hitch. What a relief, truly. While the Jedi would do what they must, Maijan and Viribus would do as ordered. The one good thing about this “job” was they weren’t instructed how to do it. Just the when and where. The rest? Leave it up for them on how to act upon it. Where as the Jedi were held to a code, strictly limiting themselves on their conduct the Zabrak adhered to a more flexible crews that was convenient for him.

Five doppelgängers shaped like him were produced by the mystics of his seer partner. While the Dark Side was hindered some for Maijan, she still had many other tricks up her sleeves. Simple illusions, but powerful to deceive the eyes. The eyes can deceive its owner, something that could not be trusted.

Something for the Eternals and Sith to worry about.

Entering the crypt and there he could see and sense the presence of the Dark ones. His once mortal enemies when he was a member of the Jedi Order. Once mortal enemies? No, that didn’t changed even after his expulsion from the Order. He did indeed fight for himself, but some traditions weren’t washed out of him.

Him? A Dark Jedi aiding the Sith to preserve this shrine of decadence? Ironic.

And so his answer was clear when the Zabrak rushed at the Sith Sorcerer, wanting to close the distance and excel best where he specialized: close quarters combat. His illusion replicas puppeteered by the Fallanassi seer would do best to deceive the Sith’s eyes, hoping to compromise his focus.


ALLIES | GA | Maijan Paisea Maijan Paisea | Mesh Zetnu Mesh Zetnu | Ryv Ryv | Ripley Kühn Ripley Kühn | Zaavik Perl Zaavik Perl | Takui Takui | Aldric | Kat Decoria Kat Decoria
ENEMIES | EE | TSE | Second Son (ENGAGING) | Lunafreya Solidor Lunafreya Solidor | Iasha Rha Iasha Rha | Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex | Ingrid L'lerim Ingrid L'lerim
 

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O B J E C T I V E | Complete the Ritual.
L O C A T I O N | Moridin's Citadel, Ritual Chamber.
T A G S | N P C S | Diabolico, Belias, Ecliptor
T H E M E | Killing Perfection.
V O I C E | Rawr.
G E A R | Armor, Ring, Choker
Lightwhip, Staff, Pistol.


The time was nigh, grandeur was at hand and Destiny held its breath as madness and greatness like two sides of the same fateful coin was tossed in the air as the stars held its breath waiting for its outcome. At one side there was light, desperately grasping itself to achieve its victory, like a small fire hardly kept itself lighten under a cloudy storm, like darkness, in its proud might spreading itself over this planet as an ocean, ready to swallow everything there ever was and ever will be. It could be smelled in the air, a wretched scent of death lingered to the brink of almost becoming tangible, but in that room, where all veins of shadows and darkness blended together in the purest form of malevolence. Old and decay, with every brick and every stone bound to one another by this raw energy, evil was everywhere, no matter where she turned her head there wasn’t a shred of uncertainty for Lunafreya that this was the heart of the Nexus. Beneath the humorous face of her cloak, both lips painted of gold-toned ink twisted her lips in a malicious smile, spreading both of her arms to the sides she made herself be heard and cared little for changing the tone of what she really was.

“In the name of the grand Empire, I claim this ritual for our master, the Dark Lord! Let none deviate my actions on this moment, as Warlord of the Sith Emperor I command all forces beneath this rank of iniquity to serving this end!”, her words were, as some would say, a shot in the dark, presuppositions for the tone of auras carried by those that shared the room with them. Said that Lunafreya slammed her staff on the stone floor, echoing a banging resonating tone to call upon the servants on her side to make the preparations. The pitch-black armored android started by uncoupling two items from his back and setting two of the
automatic turrets on the ground to secure his ladyship’s privacy if anyone tried to approach. Both he and Diabolico chose an appropriate position for doing the same if all else failed, as its last line of defense, as for Belias, her squire, he unpacked both round backpacks from his back, adding both of those on the floor right at the altar at the center of the room, where Lunafreya followed him standing, leaning on her staff, meditating as her inner self called upon the powers she needed for this occasion in silence. The colossal room had enough space for that, and even the distant echoes of brawling could not disrupt an elzeri’s concentration. 'For all that I am, it came down to this moment in time to bring forth what I will ever be.' Was the whispering of her mind to none but herself.

Slowly did her eyes opened, golden and shining, approaching the altar where the ingredients required were displayed by Belias for her use on this occasion. One by one, Lunafreya gently started to mingle them, on a bow carved from the body of a
Neti she poured the milk of a blue bantha, adding the heart of a Star Dragon inside the bowl, alongside the dust of the grind bones of a Korun warrior killed dishonorably with the same dust coming from one of the Miraluka, Jedi Padawan who was tortured to death, but it was only when she spilled the bottle of a strange mix of herbs from a fragile right at the pot that its entire mixture melted away, becoming a pasty black liquid. Sighing in deeply, her voice made itself heard, calm and rusty on her native tongue almost as if she was singing.
“From Darkness, we came, and to the darkness, we shall return. For it's the darkness that grants us wisdom, grants us nourishment, grants us strength, and grants us power... Power to vanquish our foes, power to destroy all light, the power to transcend and become one with the stars. So has been said, so has been written, under the wisdom of the Valmar, I call upon the Immortal Gods of All Things Fell, the ancient spirits of torment, nightmare, plague, war, suffering, and death. Here my appeal, here my summon, accept this offering made from the willing heart of thy priestess.”

On top of the polished table of the altar, Belias took charge of unzipping both bags, one contained a globe of glass clear material of the famed kyber crystal slowly polished to becoming the perfect resemblance that of an orb, from the large chunk extracted by her orders on the illegal expedition on
Pa’Desh. Slowly he raised the other backpack from the ground revealing a metallic small chamber that when opened by the proximity of her touch, that when opened revealed only the blinding shape of daylight, something most likely not seem in that chamber even from before it was constructed. Without flinching Lunafreya came close, her hand slowly drew itself to protect her gaze as the other delivered the staff to the careful hands of her squire, only to be directed to that shining light, gently grabbing its creature and placing it on the palm of her white silky skin. Lifting the diathim infant in the air of dusk, still asleep by its tranquilizers, safely embalmed by her grip, as if it was a motherly embrace, where she gently approached the creature to her lips, blowing smoothly her warm breath of cinnamon straight at his face, and smiling joyfully as it yarned, spreading its tiny arms to the air, ready to be awakened. When that small perfection of evolution first opened his eyes, Lunafreya gave it a fastidious simper before using her thumb to snap its neck.
“Dubhenn haern am glândeal, morc'h am fhean aiesin...,” the words that sounded deep in her voice, but melodic, resembling those of a hypnotist, they were to envision anise, nutmeg, and cloves. Cénzi, oh feainne sabanûr, Cénzi, oh feainne Ichaer.” The light was smothered, her left hand closed its fingers around the dead diathim’s head, twisting it and ripping it out of his body. With her right, she grabbed it as it was a sauce bottled and squeezed it over the orb, dropping every amount of its shining translucent blood on the top of his diamond round surface, making the kyber crystal to start glowing.

“Va'esse deireádh aep eigean, va'esse eigh faidh'ar.”, the other one squished the remaining head like a grape, allowing blood and rest to dirty her fingers, soiling them on a shining pasty tone that Lunafreya used it to rub on her face from eyebrows on a straight line to her lips, as two straight translucent stripes on each side of her face. The elzeri female started to shimmy her two hands above the orb, enchanting a shrill, ululating note between those two golden full lips of hers, suddenly pulling back the dark staff from the squire’s hands, as the left hand of the female poured half the containment of the flange over the orb, painting with a dirty, dense tone of pastry, while her mouth barked scrubbed in arrogance. “What it once was, now comes anew! That which was weak grows strong... Oh, Firmament, death to my enemies.”, the last line of her speech took a much gentler and tactful aspect before closing her eyes and churning the other half of her pasty potion inside her lips, smashing its plate on the stone floor, cleaning her lips from the remaining content and sinking her hand on the sides of the table, slowly raising her gaze back on the globe, noticing it’s light started to fade to a grayish tone as the very air on the room around them obliged to assume a miasma shape became somewhat real, as such were the essence of nightmares, forcing her to lean over the table, whispering to the point of almost touching the orb with her lips, unleashing a warm breath of hers over its surface. “Awaken.”

The globe replied, its deepness of pale light starting to move in its interior, as its shell, composed of her dark mixture began to move above the orb. The resemblance was that its blackness was that of a storm, tormenting and suffocating slowly through its light interior, calmly taken shape. For that was what this ritual was all about, first she had to bleed its kyber crystal, with the sacrifice of an innocent creature, by drawing its light and defiling it with her potion of corrupt, force-sensitive creatures from what some would call it, Bogan’s materials. Her chanting as part of her deal with the deities of Beyond, and when the entire globe became dark, both in its outside and inside, the ritual would be complete and the orb would drain the power of this Nexus and store it inside, leaving it only a shell in its place. Much like the great Mother Talzin had done many centuries ago, and much like the high magickal lore of her people had taught her. For foul is fair, and fair is foul.
 
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Gear: Elpsis' Armour, Inferno, Uproar Blaster, Hold-out Bolter, Shotgun, Wrist Ion Paddle Beamer, Renegade, Grenades.
Allies: GA
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Struck by the fire, her opponent suddenly vanished into thin air. Having witnessed this trick before, Elpsis was not surprised when she reappeared a few metres away. It did make her somewhat curious of the extent of the woman's ability to shift from one spot to another though. So far, she had witnessed her teleport to places where she had line of sight, so she presumed that was a limitation on it. The pyromancer took a breath, taking a moment to gather herself after her fire show. Some sweat dripped down her face.

Still, she remained focused. Her foe was moving closer into the castle. Whatever she wanted presumably had something to do with the nexus, or whatever dark secrets lurked inside the old Sith citadel. Lightsabre still held in her dominant hand, Elpsis took aim...with the ion paddle beamer inside her off-hand's wrist.

The beam this weapon emitted could not kill or even injure a target, but it could inflict numbness or paralysis in the body part it managed to strike. The paddle beamers bypassed armour and conventional shields and could not be blocked by lightsabres unless prepared beforehand, in which case they could not deflect conventional blasters.

She fired, aiming to hit one of the woman's legs. Perhaps the shot would have an effect, or her foe would be able to avoid or protect herself in some form. Either way, it would keep her on her toes for a moment while Elpsis followed, remaining mindful of ambushes and the like.
 
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Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud
The Red Witch; The Night Queen, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium
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Location: Force Nexus, Moridin's Citadel, Byss
Objective: Where the Nexus rules (Destroy the Nexus)
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | G1 OmniLink || Shield talisman | Empyrean gland | Taozin amulet
Tag: Elpsis Kerrigan Elpsis Kerrigan
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Here near the Nexus, everything went easily, including teleportation, so she really managed to do what she wanted. As the distance grew she immediately felt that her armour was also starting to cool and she was already in a much more comfortable position than originally. True, she didn’t have too much time for all of this. As for the teleportation distance, she hasn’t teleported too far yet. Typically a few meters, only the distance was greater when she did this to reach Adrian. But there, the Force-bond also helped her be able to do that, and her attachment to the Sith Lord. And now her husband was dead.

She continued to feel more and more people approaching the Nexus, thankfully her own as well. She even felt the former Sith Emperor from here. She was the one who didn't know why she was here. That is, she had ideas, but she didn’t have time to think about it because of her opponent. Nor was it specifically for her to be able to regenerate properly because she didn’t have much time. She took some deeper air to get fresh oxygen into her body and speed up regeneration.

She watched as her opponent took a deep breath, she needed a few moments too. For now, the situation seemed pretty draw, although Ingrid suffered more injuries, but apparently her opponent is more tired. It was still an equal situation, especially if she couldn’t get any closer to the other woman. She raised her hand and attacked again. Although Ingrid didn't see at first what her opponent was targeting her for, she was already out of the projectile's path as an instinctive reaction. The movements still hurt, maybe a little slower, but still fast enough to do.

As she moved away, she reached out to the Force and let the dark side energies permeate her body. Using these, she began to cast a spell, her eyes lit up under her helmet, though this was not visible at this moment.

”Utimuna dradzia is ri kraujas!” she said.

From the nearby dead, blood began to flow into a pile, the accumulating blood began to form a figure, and finally a tall bony, bloody figure evoked from the Netherworld. A Blood Demon came together from the blood and was currently standing between the two women. Since the demon did not know that the woman was blind, she immediately created illusions to deceive her, while Ingrid also tried to get even further into the castle.

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A heavy sigh breathed a frosty mist from the once-Emperor's mouth as the final lock slid into place, a great groan arising from the vault door ahead of him as the physical mechanism which held the door shut now began to move and turn. Wordlessly he rose to his feet, eyes now opening to watch as the great circular door slowly whirled on its axis and began to disappear into a partition in the vault's exterior.
Blinding light shone out from the widening entrance, the thin line of a biometric scanner crossing up and down Carnifex's body to determine his identity. After a few short moments, a calm monotone voice rang out through the chamber.
"Identified, Kaine Zambrano - Associate." A few seconds more, "Identified, Saul Talith - Master. Access granted."
The soul shard in Carnifex's left gauntlet seemed to pulsate at the mention of Saul Talith, the name assigned to the nameless youth in the mental wards of Coruscant's industrial works. The youth that would eventually come to be known as Darth Moridin, the man who would help shape an Empire, who would help guide Carnifex on his own path to absolute power.
With access now open to Carnifex, he took his first few steps towards the still opening vault portal. He disappeared inside, the blinding light still obscuring the view from the outside. Inside, the vault was spacious. Dozens of artifacts of varying quality and pricelessness lined the plinths and shelves on either side. Some were missing, having been removed by Moridin many years ago. Those that remained were still important enough, dangerous artifacts of Sith origin, and pilfered artifacts from Jedi temples. There were even suits of Mandalorian armor, collected by the Dread Lord from the war he had waged as Emperor.
All of it was desired by Carnifex, his birthright as the heir to the Dread Lord's Emperorship.
And it would all be his, he was sure of it.
He reached out with his left hand, the power in his gauntlet flaring to life as he began to weave a spell.

 



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Alli vern was disappointed in the response of the Senator. She decided to state it plainly. It appeared this meeting was nothing but a waste of time.

"This is a diplomatic gesture, do you not see the strands? The Galactic Alliance has attacked the Eternal Empire's allies the Sith Empire. While I personally have no feelings for or against the faction, Such an alliance meant that if the Eternal Empire didn't retaliate then their Galactic influence and trust for their word would lesson so of course they have made their gesture. She points to the holo screen. However I personally couldn't care less. This just means that I will sell more to the Eternal Empire, too bad it can't be the Alliance too.. However your governments sanctions set a dangerous precedent. That businesses and people are not safe in Galactic Alliance space. That even if you personally have done no wrong that something as minor as your citizenship will mean that your personal safety and property mean nothing to the Government of the Galactic Alliance. I certainly will take it in account. You don't see us taking your people's belongings and detaining them. I certainly didn't think that somewhere as idealistic as the Galactic Alliance would be so Tyrannical. I guess I thought better of your government. If there is really nothing you can do about these sanctions I guess there isn't much to discuss. "




 
Wanderer Lost, Wanderer Found
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Objective : Access the Nexus
Equipment: One(1) shoto lightsaber, One(1) standard E-11D blaster carbine, One(1) industrial-strength syntherope (50m), Two(2) standard thermal detonators, One(1) Imperial trooper helmet with standard comm connections
Team: Five (5) Eclipse soldiers, trained in stealth operations. Led by Sergeant Dag Velardi
Tags: LE-03 (Leigh), Taozi Fuyuan Taozi Fuyuan , Loreena Arenais-Valhoun Loreena Arenais-Valhoun , Kalic Daws Kalic Daws , Ingrid L'lerim Ingrid L'lerim , Takui Takui , Kaze, Ripley Kühn Ripley Kühn
Proximity: Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex , Second Son, Iasha Rha Iasha Rha , Maou Maou , Maijan Paisea Maijan Paisea
Interacting: Lunafreya Solidor Lunafreya Solidor
"So what's up there, Sarge?"

The other men depended on him to take the lead now. So Dag had screwed up all of his courage, stuffing the bad feeling in his chest down to his belly and plugging his nose, and climbed up to stick his head out of the hole they'd cut in the ritual room's floor. Barely. In truth, it was just the top half of his head and the tip of his blaster rifle, scanning the room for the threat the Ghost had promised would be there.

"We..." he blinked once, twice, three times, then turned back down to his men. "We're in a corner, looks like. Four folks in fancy robes around some kind of altar? Lots of flashy lights, a pot full of something foul--"

He winced as a shrill, ululating sound pierced the air, interrupting him and scattering his thoughts. Gods, the stench...the way it hung in the air, thick and greasy like smoke, made it hard to focus, didn't it? He poked his head up out of the hole again, finding the source of the noises.
"Guess they're taking the fact that this is a ritual room seriously. They don't seem to have noticed we're here at all."

"That'll change in a second."
The Ghost was sitting cross-legged on the floor in the back of the storage room, flanked by two of the men, and was twisting at her gloves to pull them loose from her fingers. When her hands were bare, they ghosted upwards. They hesitated for a second, trembling slightly, before unclasping the helmet's security latch and pulling it loose.

And...well, Dag Velardi had known since the Post that the Eclipse Rebellion's infamous Ghost was female, but seeing it confirmed here of all places was the detail he hadn't expected during this mission.
She was thin. Sharp-featured. She was was pale, unhealthily so, in the way someone who was supposed to be tan looked after far too long a winter. Dag might have called her pretty with some care, but not in the way women should be pretty, in the soft, flushed way of flowers or summer fruit. If that had ever been a possibility, the nest of puckered scars warping her left eye would have destroyed it forever. If this woman--barely more than a girl, maybe even young enough to be his daughter--had any beauty in her, it was the kind that cut as much as it invited. A drawn knife, catching the sunlight.

"I'm going to do what we came here to do," she said quietly, fiddling with the helmet in her lap. Her voice was...weirdly feminine without the helmet blocking it. "I don't know what will happen once it starts, but it'll definitely get their attention."

The storage room had gone very quiet. Dag climbed down from the hole, feeling self-conscious again. Something about this, about the Ghost laying her face bare before them, felt somehow significant. "Can't we just wait until they go, then? Minimize the risk?"

She shook her head. "I'm afraid not. Whatever they're doing, if they finish first, we won't be able to get anything today." Her right eye flicked up to Dag's. "You can feel that, can't you?"

The Sergeant couldn't find an answer. The knowing look in that eye--a cool, utterly calm grey, dark leading to bright, the knife in the sun again--seemed to twist in his gut like panic.

"It's okay. I know you don't want to admit it."

Dag's throat was so tight he could barely get out any words. "..It stinks, ma'am," he finally croaked. "Stinks like sithspit."

That, inexplicably, made the Ghost chuckle. She cocked her head at him wryly, with pity. "Not a bad way to put it, Sergeant. But that's why I'm going to have to depend on you again. You're the one that's going to have to say hello."
She ignored his clearly mounting panic and shifted a little, settling into her seat on the floor as if half-ready to melt into it. Her hands, once spidering across the surface of the helmet she'd removed, now sat in her lap, limp, half-curled. Her eye slid shut. Her face slacked, the lines around her mouth smoothing out. Her lips parted on the exhale, and for a brief second Dag Velardi thought he smelled...

Ozone?


"I trust you," she said, as dreamily as if she were half-asleep. "So tell our friend up there--"


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In the end, Dag couldn't jump up out of the hole with any grace. Instead, he clambered up one arm at a time, hoisting his whole weight upwards on his biceps until his knees were free. He'd had to leave his rifle behind, but that was fine, he told himself, that was the plan, it was just fine, not crazy at all. As another soldier pulled himself up, he huffed once and hoped to the Gods that whatever Force nonsense the Nexus had pulled would hide the fact that his ears were burning like crazy.
"Oi! You!" He yelled at the people at the altar, feeling like a fool. "Fancy Lass! If you--if you take this place too lightly, your blood will be in its fists!"
 

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"It's all our turf."


When the ramp opened, Aldric pushed hard on the speeder bike's control accelerator. The Jedi's bikes roared as they shot out of the dropship's hangar and towards the decrepit castle, announcing the arrival of the dreaded cavalry. Zaavik charged out the door first on his mechanical steed. The others followed right after, with Aldric out last.

Blaster fire greeted their arrival. The battle up ahead was already raging. Invaders from the reclusive edge of the galaxy besieged the decrepit castle which held an evil none of them fathomed. Ryv and Ripley welcomed the chaos with their battle cries. Zaavik's and their blades were ready when they crashed into the battle lines, tearing through the soldiers with plasma and speed. Zaavik's own blade wove in and out of the mass of soldiers as he ripped into their formation. Even Aldric, who was anything but a warrior, took to arms wielding the Force as the Jedi cut through the soldiers' ranks. The cavalry was not deterred.

While the chaos they sowed certainly aided in the Citadel's defence, it wouldn't be how they found victory. Foes more dangerous than any Alliance soldier alone could handle had taken the field. They were why the cavalry was here. Even as they sped over the marshes, through lines of enemies, and into the fortress proper, Aldric could sense a malignant force emanating from deep within the Citadel. Aldric would go there. As the Master among the group of young warriors, he would see to the most ancient of threats.

"I'm breaking formation!" Ryv said into the commlink. "Zaavik, Ripley, the nexus is under attack, and I can't say I trust whoever the Alliance sent in to secure it."

The Knight turned his bike around and shot towards the Citadel, weaving through his foes with expert control.

"May the Force server you well, Knight Ryv!" Aldric yelled into his comlink over the howling wind. "There is a darkness deeper within the citadel, that is where I will go," he continued, "I trust you to handle things up above, may the Force be with you. Try not to follow me!"

With that, he was the second to break formation. His route brought him around the Citadel, to a broken wall where a blown-out repulsortank billowed smoke through the breach. Aldric steered his speeder bike through the cloud. It obscured his vision for a moment, and when he emerged, he found himself speeding headfirst towards a wall on the other end of a grand chamber.

With barely a few metres to spare, he pulled the speeder controls sideways. The bike followed suit, but its momentum still carried them towards the wall. Aldric threw his weight to the side, tilting the speeder's repulsorlift generators towards the wall. It became an extension of the ground as the speeder travelled along it in an arc that ended back on the floor. Aldric adjusted his course and sped towards the chamber's exit.

The speeder shot out into the Citadel's corridors. They were barely wide enough for Aldric and the bike. He tugged his knees in close just in case as he manoeuvred the citadel's corridors and chambers, closer to the source of malice he perceived.

Finally, he came to a winding stairwell. The door seemed just wide enough for ...

He cursed himself, hugged the speeder tightly, and turned the speeder's throttles to their maximum.

The speeder accelerated in an instant. It shot past the doorway and into the stairwell, where it found purchase on the wall. Aldric was flat against the speeder, a centrifugal force bearing down on him as he rode the stairwell's wall in a downward spiral through oppressive darkness. Story by story, he descended at a breakneck pace. Nonetheless, the circular motion continued for what felt like an eternity.

He could feel his stomach stirring after a few minutes of the constant go-around. How deep had he gone? How much more was left? He couldn't tell.

Until the speeder suddenly lurched up, almost flinging Aldric off it, and levelled out on even ground inside a grand chamber. Its engines howled in the contained space. The last few minutes of top-speed travel were straining them to their limit, but it pushed on.

Aldric's head was still spinning, but he could make out several figures in a blur of motion as the speeder carried him through the chamber. He threw back a brief salute, then concentrated on keeping the speeder straight.

A shadow stood at the centre of the blinding light radiating out of the vault. The dark side radiated in waves, not just through the portal, but from that individual.

Aldric snapped the lightsabre from his belt and trained the speeder directly at the shadow.
 
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Objective: One Woman Army and #1
Equipment: Mind Crown | Hooded Black Long coat | Black Ancient Sith armor | Sith Mask | Grav Boots | Eltro Life Gloves | x4 red lightsabers | Grenade Launcher | X10 Hypo-syringes | X4 Daggers | Liquid Delirium | Many explosives & Explosive paraphernalia & Grenades | Spare Hyperdrive not really.. | Hover Sled with small shielding device | x1 Child with a detonation Collar on | Pack of Death sticks
Allies: EE?
Enemies: GA | Jasol Dorsian if you still want to play. | OPEN to any other contenders.


Like a virus the domination spread from one Soldier to the next and they all became a part of the witch’s web of control. They escorted her and the child to the base. “You are going to love our selection garage sale items, ma’am.” The soldier leading the way said to her. Tegan was grinning from ear to ear as they made to the encampment base. The other soldiers came up to her. “Is there anything we can do for you.”


“Yes, Unload the hyperdrive and put it over there. “ She pointed to one of the corners of the base that looked fairly secure. They saluted her and began to unload the Hyperdrive and take it over to the corner she had suggested. She looked at another one of the soldiers. “You go stand guard.”


“Yes Ma’am.” Without asking he took a couple of other soldiers with him to play look out. Tegan looked around as the Hyperdrive was finally place in the corner she suggested. It was to easy she thought to herself, then again, she was used to people ignoring her. People just looked at her and did not see the threat until it was far to late.


She walked over to the hyperdrive when one of the soldiers though controlled Tegan left them with some freedoms asked her a question. “What’s with the Hyperdrive.” Tegan had left them with some free faculties out of boredom, she did not want drones it was no fun if you couldn't feel their internal screams for help or external ticks.


“It’s just a Hyperdrive casing, inside is a Quantum bomb. She said as she pulled the mask from her face revealing her wild orange glowing eyes giving the soldier a wink, his facial expression became one of horror and frustration as he couldn’t make his body attack this little monster before him. “That….that could……” Tegan smirked and nodded.


“Yes, it could level the city.” She spoke as if it was nothing to the poor soldier.


“Why?” His face going white then a ghost as he could feel this woman had no care for the lose of life such an act would cause. “How could you?”


“Easily, I have killed billions of Corellians, thousands of Mandalorians, and millions of others. Not everyone’s life is equal some serve only a purpose in their death.” She was so cold as she answered the soldier who could do nothing but watch. She removed the false casing of the hyper drive revealing the Quantum bomb.


“I doubt you know anything about the force, but this world has a darkside Nexus on it. It feeds off the life of this planet and grows ever so slowly like a tree. However, unlike a tree you can super charge it make it grow faster by feeding it a lot of life at once making it a gaping wound in the force. One that grow to the point it will consume the whole planet killing it…. theoretical of course. The bomb and all it kills will be the food it needs.” The soldier tried to gulp but could not as he looked on the woman who was tinker at the moment with the very thing that could be the weapon of planetary genocide.


“I mean there is a chance my calculations are wrong, and this thing will only take out a few blocks. Quantum bombs can be kind of finky. I know with out you asking, why would I even consider doing this? All I can tell you is there something much bigger at play and your purpose is not to know.”
 




"Too many for my taste." - Iasha said quietly to herself as she took in the congregation amassing on their location.

She threw a glance back at Carnifex, he had opened the vault, but the next step of the ritual had yet to be completed. It was up to her and this Second Son to protect the Emperor Emeritus while he conducted his business. By her pride as an apprentice of the Sith Empire, she would them interfere in this. This was her chance to prove herself before one of the mightiest people in the galaxy, as well as a potent sorcerer. She was not going to waste that chance.

With a mental command, she asked the smoke demon to keep Kaito from coming closer to Carnifex.

In response, the demon slipped back and made itself as wide as it could, eyes fixed on its charge and mouth falling open in a threatening grin. It was bound to her blood now, and not easily shaken from her command.

Iasha brushed her cape away from her shoulder as she activated her sabre. It was coming fast, too fast, recklessly so. She gathered her rage. It was growing strong, burning inside her like wildfire stoked by the deep hatred the nexus carried even now. Taking a running start, she charged the speeder at an angle. Her sabre hissed against the rush of air as she funnelled the force into her body for speed, then threw herself, feet first under the speeder. She swung her sabre against the chassis as she slipped underneath, seeking to shear the vehicle in two lengthwise.

-And, she hoped, stop that mad lad driving it from crashing the vehicle against a Lord of the Sith.

She was just a small speck in the grand scale of the Sith's machinery, but small specks could hurt one too.
 

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The distance between Aldric and the dark figure dwindled fast. He steeled himself mentally for the encounter. Whatever darkness they sought at this ancient Sith's citadel, he didn't know, but it was bound to be bad news. If he could get in between them and the contents of the vault, there was a chance he could stop-

Through the blinding light, a red and black blur appeared in the vault's light. Aldric didn't have time to pull the steering controls sideways before the figure disappeared from view. A second later a red blade pierced the front of the speeder bike. Reflexively, Aldric leapt from the seat, barely avoiding it. The speeder flew on, sheared in two by crimson plasma, but without its rider. After a dozen metres, it split apart, and both halves crashed into the floor in an end-over-end tumble, finally screeching to a halt against the stone floor.

Aldric's momentum carried him forward. He took the landing in a roll and didn't waste any time transitioning it into a full sprint when he got back up to his feet.

With a snap-hiss, the purple blade of his sabre came to life as he charged on. It was anything but wise. However, he had already been late when he arrived. He'd worry about whatever destroyed his speeder when it came to stab his back, before it killed him, he hoped.

For now, his focus remained on the dark figure in the doorway.

"You! Whatever you're doing is certain to cause only harm! You have to stop!"
 

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