Dominion Return to Susevfi || Sith Order Dominion of Susevfi Hex

[Kaila Irons]

Location: City, withdrawing
Wearing: Armor
Tag: Quinn Varanin Trayze Tesar
Other: Tamsin Graves Omon Kaa / Darth Diem Iuuna Talon Srina Talon Gerwald Lechner Astrid pentoghast

Quinn's voice had never been cause for anything less than joy.

Now it was weak, stubbornly clinging to life, but barely. It brought a steady stream of tears from the corners of her eyes, more than she'd ever allowed anyone to see before.

"You came,"

"I always will," she choked.

"I've got you. We're going home."

Her embrace loosened just barely as Trayze Tesar stumbled into view with a lifesaving stim shot, causing the young Darth to frantically scan the princess for injuries. The state of her arm was the first glaring issue, but there was more on her clothing than seemed reasonable. In fact the way it was dripping to the ground in two places seemed... wrong.

Something was wrong.

She pat her down, and silver eyes went wide with horror as flesh blood stained her gloved hand.

Quinn stumbled forward then and the governor nearly leapt up in her efforts to catch the princess even as she spat blood and bile onto the ground.

"The bacta! she's having a reaction!" she shouted frantically, though a fraction of that commanding edge remained.

"We have to go!"

Her soldiers knew by instinct to tighten their formation, forming a shield of meat and duraplast between the princess and that horrible world they called Susevfi, and even rebel gunfire as the last remaining guards in the arena opened up for a counter attack on the entrance.

Kaila wasted no time picking up the princess, one arm hooked under hers, another behind her knees in the aptly named princess carry. Her war weary body screamed at her to stop, but even shrapnel in her side was but a fraction of what Quinn was going through. And so she pushed on, running as fast as their shared weight would let her while the troopers behind her fought for every inch of their retreat.

"Soon as we're clear, someone get me a flexclamp from my medpac— toolbelt, rear-most pouch!"

"Everyone else, we need an LZ and flare-"

Kaila flinched as a slug snapped and tore right past her. But she looked back, never compromising Quinn's human shield, and she never stopped running.

She had to, For her.

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[Eira Dyn]

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Objective: 2 - Free Quinn and tell her "I told you so."
Attire: Assassin Gear
Equipment: Daggers, vibro-sword, blaster pistol
Tag: Adean Castor | Quinn Varanin

Playing the wait staff seemed to be a slow approach, especially since the whole Sith Empire seemed to be jumping out to invade and establish retribution to the people of Susevfi for their crimes against the Eshan princess. "That plan has it merits but the chaos and rest of the Sith Order attacking, I am not sure if there would be time to find wait staff attire and adopt the role." Eira mentioned as she headed to the shuttle that would drop them on the planet.

"Might be best to use the chaos to appear as another civilian, then take down the fools who decided they could arrest Quinn." Eira mentioned, even if they didn't get to be the ones who rescued the princess, her mentor, being able to slice and slaughter all those attached to the offense who arrested her still deserved to be slaughtered for their crimes.

Firing up the shuttle, Eira had some basic piloting abilities due to the lesson that Revna had provided her months ago. Not long after she had joined the Order. "From the look of things down there, it seems that riots are kicking off by the arena, the chaos and running around of people might be perfect for standard infiltration." Eira mentioned, thinking that Brassius might enjoy the fact that their mission was going to be a lot easier moving forward.

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Orbit of Susevfi - Aboard the Mors Mon
Tag: Darth Carnifex | Quinn Varanin | Kaila Irons
Tag Distant: Basically for...everyone at the end.

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<<…If she dies…>>
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The mental thought to Gerwald Lechner was little more than a growl in the back of his mind. It came from a creature, not a Queen, that had no qualms with personally doing a dead drop from the Mors Mon in order to rip the spine from every individual in sight. It was only the confines of duty that saw her seated at the command throne rather than personally raising hell for Susevfi. The rebellion required prompt attention and martial law would make it easier to evacuate Sith that had come for reinforcements.

"Deploy."

"As you wish, Lady Talon."

The landing castle had screamed through the sky with the brightness of a falling star and landed with a thud that would soon send an EMP out to disable everything in the vicinity. She watched the situation unfold through every form of observation the Sith Order had to offer. Especially—Once legions of droid combat units began to spill out of the unfolding pod and march in unison. Their optical feedback provided the situation on the ground in real time.

It was chaos. Pure, chaos.

Burning golden orbs pulled from the screens when the great doors in the front of the room pulled apart to admit Darth Carnifex and two of his followers. She had felt him…But knew he would come to her eventually. There was an inexplicable bond between herself and the Butcher King that often made her aware of his nearness, even, if it wasn't intended. Most would shirk away from the darkness he carried. The weight of it was that of a mountain, a planet, pulling down on the shoulders of mortal beings made of flesh and bone. It broken them.

Srina did not break.

She reached for him when the distance closed between them, a silent greeting, rather than rising from her work. The silence that followed was very much the epitome of the Empress when she was focused on a task. He would have seen her this way before, hunched, in his library over something she found incredibly important. Some line from a leather-bound tome she just needed to tell him even if he already knew. The only difference, was the thing she needed to show him, and the cold, baleful temperament with which she regarded the information.

"She's there…Right there."

It shouldn't have been the first thing she said, nor, should it have been her focus. The primary response of any ruler had to be with quelling the unrest. The amount of anti-force technology was alarming, but it was possible that some of the old Rimward Trade League routes were still active. It could explain the sheer variety of nullification devices, even then, it was frustrating. Her range of perception in the Force was powerful, strong, and even mightier still when there was someone she intimately knew on the other end. She could reach Darth Empyrean from one end of the galaxy to the other.

This?

This was maddeningly, annoying. Her teeth ground together when Srina tried yet again to reach her god-child but ran into a wall of nothing. Quinn Varanin kept winking in and out of existence. There was too much static. It was even affecting others that she thought to glom on to and use as a piggyback to get to the Princess. "They met her compassion, her generosity, with…this…", her free hand waved toward the holo-screens sharply, her tone cold and impassive, while her eyes burned with frozen hellfire. Quinn had offered these zealots forgiveness and the fact that they had thrown it back in her face was telling. There was no rehabilitation for this cesspool of insects. "There are to be no more small mercies for Susevfi regardless it's position or benefit to the Empire. When our people have pulled out of this forsaken city…Burn it down."

"Martial law will be enacted for every other city, village, and settlement. Traitors are to be executed or claimed for laboring…My landing castle is meant for planetary invasion. It will churn out droids faster than they can be destroyed and is self-sustaining. Diplomacy is no longer a viable option…So we will speak in the language they do understand."

It was only then that her gaze lifted from the varying screens she was reading all at the same time. It was clear that regardless her personal feelings on the matter she was still acting with some level of restraint. She could have ordered that Carnifex make the entirety of the moon a glassed over bonfire but there was only one city in open rebellion. It would take the brunt of her ire for their sin, versus, unfairly punishing city states that had nothing to do with it.

"We end this rebellion, today."

Her eyes grew distant when another psychic flare rose from the planet and hit her almost square between the eyes. Quinn. She couldn't reply. She couldn't stabilize a mental connection long enough to ascertain her well-being. She felt her relief, then, crushing pain. The pale Echani slowly stood from the command throne to a height that shouldn't have been impressive, though, the movement had the AI Typhojem wringing his translucent hands. The bridge of the Mors Mon turned toward her but only for a moment. It was all they dared, all they could stand.

"Open every line of communication to Sith Order personnel."

"Yes, Lady Talon."

There was barely a heartbeat between when she gave the order and she heard the lines open one by while. It was a beacon in the system, something she might have worried about, if the Mors Mon wasn't about as subtle as a nuke. Her hand shifted and her fingers threaded through Carnifex's for a moment to draw on his power and add it to her own. The ask…wasn't made, such, was her ire. Srina had a feeling she would need all that she had. And then some. When her voice came it would echo through any systems that hadn't been affected by the EMP and for those that had…Her telepathic communication would ring in the head of anyone within range. Friend, foe. It didn't matter.

<< The Sith Order has declared martial law on Susevfi and the entire Suarbi System. Biological personnel are ordered by the Empress to return to their ships while Battle Droids scour the city and surrounding area for insurgents.>>​

It was a subtle order for their people to vacate, whilst, giving another target for the rebellion to focus on. No doubt they would start to notice the 5,000 Southstar Battle Droids approaching, which would soon be followed, by the slowly activating 750,000 more, plus, 25,000 Aegrus Class Super Battle Droids, 175,000 Droideka Mark II's, 2,500 Stryder Class Autonomous Proton Cannons, and 200 Scarab Class Walkers. It was an overwhelming amount of firepower that would only worsen as time went on. It was a simple sacrifice, the droids, who wouldn't complain or care when they got turned into slag. Their people...She held care for.

It didn't stop the ice in her voice from seeming to seethe, boiling, while frost crept up the sides of the command throne.

<<To the varying parties searching for Quinn Varanin …Bring her to the Mors Mon.>>​

It wasn't like they could miss it while it blocked out the sun.

<<Bring my daughter to me.>>​

…The transmission cut.

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Location: Susevfi
Theme: Fear Me
Equipment: GL-13 blaster | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Inquisitorial Saber | Circlet of Projection
Tags: Kaila Irons | Quinn Varanin | Everyone

The ship drew closer to the surface Zero doing scans of the city as they drew inward. At first there wasn't much coming to the surface, other than the very noticeable battles going on but communications wise, it seemed dead. Though that could be explained by the residual EM emissions Zero was picking up. Scanning al frequencies for anything finally something came across the sith bands.

The droid played them allowed so Tamsin could here them while she stood there seething and morning what she thought she had lost. The Empresses commands echoed through the ship orders for people to return to their ships. Zero looked to Tamsin to see if she gave indication on what she might decide to do. She kept staring out the view port though, not even flinching at the command being given.

To Tamsin they only cared about the princess and her safety and security. The same reason her master came to this damn god forsaken planet. Save the dynasty forget the rest who might be dying on this world. She hated them for that, only those of noble birth mattered. Those that served them and kneeled to them just bodies for their endless pointless wars for control over a galaxy that didn't matter.

Her thoughts swirled in the darkness that was flooding her with violent emotion. She felt as the demon had told she would one day. Yet as she continued to try to reach out to the emptiness trying to reach someone, she knew was probably dead she did notice in the back of her mind it wasn't hate the Demon felt for all these people. It wasn't contempt or disgust for life the demon truly felt. It spoke of annihilating life and how it hated it but in truth it felt pity for the souls that inhabited this realm.

Why? That she hadn't figured out yet not exactly though the demon had tried to show her on Echoes, she didn't grasp it. For her in this moment it was rage, anger, and despair that made her hate. They had taken the one thing in her life that felt stable even if it had been one chaotic ride. The one thing she cared about but no one else seemed to they only cared about the Princess not Kaila Irons.

"There." She said pointing to an open area near the blast zone of the arena that had fallen. Their were some people nearby but it didn't matter to her if they got burned by the engines of the ships. Zeron refused the order with a loud long beeeeeeep in protest. "DO IT NOW!" She screamed at the little droid. "I don't care what the order is, if the sith blow this rock off the star maps I don't care. At least I will have kept my oath to Kaila and tried to avenge her!" Zero was visibly shaking droids couldn't feel some believed but in this moment one droid did know fear. They brought the ship round to land and drop the cloak, Tamsin didn't even wait and headed for the docking ramp.

 

[Omon Kaa / Darth Diem]

Wearing : Anty-Sith Rebel outfit and mask
Location : Arena grounds, Planet Susevfi
Time : present time of Quinn Varanin abduction.

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"..and then I jumped from some half standing building, skipping the female Sith and her troops, landing on the rebels! Pretty sure I broke at least 7 bones.. And now I'm strolling in the.." while explaining the entire ordeal he went through, once his crew flown away, he was cut off by their voices..

"s..sir.. We know you c..can hear us, we got the static hums! B..but we cant hear you.."

He had to sigh, realizing he was talking to himself for past 2 minutes.

"I..its the EMP sir. It fry your transmitter. But the r..receiver is stil w..working, I'll assume because you turn your electronics off"

He wanted to tell him to go jump in to Sarlacc pit, but he knew message would not be received.

While gagging around, looking at anything he will see as familiar, from the 'Vision' hex he performed. Entrance was indeed the same.. which meant She was somewhere below. As his vision went under the ground.
But suddenly his attention got pulled toward several men, planting something on to the walls of the Arena. He limped toward the one who was furthest away from the others.

"What ya doing my brother? From a.. rebellious mother.." he asked casually. The man looked at him for a moment, Omon was dressed almost exactly as him.. then continue pressing buttons and sticking the pretty big metal chunk on to the wall.

"We doing Plan B!" he said proudly..

"Plan.. B?" Omon looked at the metal casing on the wall, then at the rest of the people, planting them on every 7-8 meters or so..

"Ah, riiight.. 'plan' B. When we fail, blow everything up.." he concluded, as the man turned towards him, bit confused.
"Despite how dumb it sounds, it actually IS a rather affective" red saber extended from the coat, stabbing the man through the stomach and spine, while also stabbing the metal box in to its small control panel.

The man fell dead, and no one was the wiser. Omon used the hole on the casing, to pull the outer shell off. Underneath, a good amount of C-14 was packed in a perfect little rectangle.
"Nice.." he used his turned off vibro blade, to cut half of the plastic, then cut that existing piece in to 4 smaller ones. He wanted to use it to blow the wall which he seen while using 'Extended Vision' spell. And inside which, he believed, Princess was in. Saber would take too long, with a brick wall.

As he started walking to the entrance of the Colosseum building, countless people started pouring in from outside the walls. He was just about to pull his blaster and start firing.. when he remembered he is dressed as one of them.

"They are not running at me.." he observed their scared faces as they passed him by.. "Oh, I guess 'plan B' is about to be activated".

Huge explosion shook every men around him. Omon fell on one of them, since his leg was on 50%. Man grunted and pushed him up.
Colosseum walls were opened.

"Bogan save me.. I'm gonna be killed by my own people" panicked thought pass through his mind, as he realized he is fully outfitted like the rest of these plebs.​

"Your Princess, your prize, is here!" His laughter echoes over the explosions destroying the prized coliseum. "Her blood is on this dagger, but she breathes, so if you want her - you all can have her!"

The crude, damaged voice, turned his head toward the terrace, just above the entrance he was going in too.
He seen a small and slender frame, wearing a huge armor, and right away he knew, it is Her.

"Her BLOOD.. is on the dagger?" he did not like the sound of that.. but thoughts went away, as she was pushed down in to the mob of people.

"..s..sir..the-re was a huge explosion bel-ow.. was that you?" his crew, probably observing the ground from the camouflaged Shikkar, thought he might have blown up this entire thing. If only he was capable of that at this moment.

"If.. if it is y-ou.. fire your blaster in to the a-ir, 3 + 3 + 3 bursts. W-ell know its you" static hit again, after this. It was a solid plan, Omon had to admit. At least it was something.

His eyes observed the princess on the ground, trying his best to move with the enemies, while not losing the sight of her. He saw he stumble up, and start to move.

Then he lost her. But he knew what kind of armor she was wearing, everything about her look, he memorized.

Enemy, or better said his allies, started to enter as well, firing and cutting everything in their path. But sadly, he was dressed as their enemy at the moment, so was the princess.

"Karabast".. he started to silently kill men whom he couldn't get around of, his vibro blade would easily find the way to their hearts, from behind. While being at the ready to either remove his mask, and show his red Sith face, or light his red saber, in case his Sith allies run in to him.
While moving like a wolf through the sheep, he finally found her again.. she was stumbling forward, some 10 meters from him.

Female Sith( Kaila Irons ), whom he lend aid, was running right at her! His arm lifted, his blaster ready to shot the target in to the armored shoulder. She would live.

But by some miracle, maybe guided by Dark SIde itself.. she managed to recognize her. He could see change in her demeaner right away.
He should feel happy.. the princess was saved.

But he really wasn't. He moved in slow pace, tracking the two. When suddenly another popped out! And this one he knew well!
" Trayze Tesar Bogan damn it.. you making this much more difficult for me" he hid behind one of the stone beams, observing.

He saw as his Sith friend apply first aid, and he saw the princess collapsing. He knew that first aid wont help with this.. 'Her blood is on the dagger'.. the fat peasant said.

Omon picked one of the dart guns, from the dead Susevfi rebels. Placing one of the Force antidote syringes in. Then he rolled one of the 4 pieces of C-14 plastic he had, in to a ball, and toss it to slide some 5 meters in front of all 3 of them.
Returning to the cover of the brick beam, he fired 9 blasts in to the sky. In sequence of 3. He repeated it again.. watching the green plasma fly in to the dark sky.​

"Everyone else, we need an LZ and flare-"

he started to move, as fast as he could, with his bumped leg. Killing from behind several men who opened fire at them. Then he aimed at the small C14 ball, and fired.

Explosion would not be too big, but it would definitely make them stop.

"SITH!" he yelled at the woman, and Trayze too. Though with his mask and outfit, they could not know who he is.

At this moment, a soldier dressed in ragged cloak, as per mission parameters. Dropped on the ground, beside him, placing a hook-rope across his chest..

"Aaah.. be gentle with me.." his commando jumped from the cloaked Shikkar just above them, end of the rope could be even seen disappearing in to the 'empty space'.

Omon masked eyes looked at them with purpose, lighting his red lightsaber just to show fastest possible identification. But he did not want to give more then that.

"Give her to me.. And she will be saved. Risk, and she might die." his saber went cold.. "I know how to save her. Give her to me" he extended his hand, as the commando opened another harness cable. Following the lead of his master.

Then the ununiformed Jaegisarry, slowly moved toward the two Sith. Standing between Omon and them. Ready to take her, if the 2 choose to give her.

"If.. you care for her, you will give her to me." his voice was calm, and sincere.
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Tag: Kaila Irons Trayze Tesar

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

TAG: Quinn Varanin | Kaila Irons | Tamsin Graves | Eira Dyn | Adean Castor | Iuuna Talon | Astrid pentoghast | Darth Carnifex | Darth Malum of House Marr | @I hope I didn’t miss anyone!

The movement around the arena intensified as the storm which had popped up had given away the location of where Quinn Varanin was being held. His warning to the others about what the landing castle would do upon impact had gone out, and unfortunately seemed to have fallen on ears which were either deaf, unable to change their plans. The Wolf's pilot pulled them out of range, not knowing what was about to happen exactly. They trusted that if Gerwald wanted them out of range, they needed to be out of range.

Kaila Irons was stuck.

Iuuna Talon was already on the ground.

Gerwald was unsure of Darth Malum of House Marr 's location, but he was capable. The young Lord would navigate the situation as best he could.

His mind felt the familiar prompt of his Empress and master, Srina Talon . Her words were not gentle. They were a warning. If she died, he would be the one she held responsible.

<< "She will not die." >>

The Dread Wolf's response was as emphatic as her reply, and as confident as his initial words to her. There were many which had a vested interest in ensuring the Echani Princess was recovered, and Gerwald would ensure they succeeded. His haste to leave had been prompted by the foolish rush of Kaila.

Her actions may have made the need more urgent than the initial threat. If the reply he had sent to the rebels which had taken Quinn had done as he intended, they would be concerned with his shuttle's signature, and its location. Gerwald was not too concerned about serving as a distraction when the Empress made her announcement loud and clear.

It followed the launch of her landing castle.

"EMP wave has passed, my Lord."

"Take us in."

The Dread Wolf knew he could not rely on his trackers, but what he had not expected were the void stones which had cut his ability to sense where Quinn or the others were located. He cursed under his breath as his eyes flared open.

"Fly low enough so that I can get a visual!"

Gerwald barked his orders with an obvious tone of frustration. It would make little difference if the rebels attempted to cut them off from the force. The Sith Order would decimate them and the EMP which Lady Stalin had unleashed on them would cripple their technological infrastructure. They were helpless against seasoned warriors like the Wolf or the Mandalorian which now invaded the arena.

The rebels would not survive the next day. If any remained alive by sundown of the next, Gerwald would personally hunt them down and witness their final breath personally.

"THERE!"

The Lord Commander pointed at the commotion. It seemed several had infiltrated the arena and secured the princess. Too much was taking inside, but Kaila had made her exit along with several others.

The ship landed and the loading ramp deployed.

Gerwald rushed out of the ship, his hammer in hand. Each kill earned would be brutal and bloody. They would know the Wolf of Jutrand was at their gates, and those escorting Quinn would have a clear path to his ship.

They would take her to Srina Talon, Empress of the Sith.

 

[Orion Pavond]

SUSEVFI - ARENA - HALLWAY
Quinn Varanin | Serina Calis | @Anyone

Even without the Force, Orion could hear them. Every footstep, every murmur, the approach. The sounds of battle up above were far more muted down hear, near the entrance to the underground tunnels. Who knew how far they stretched. Orion's gaze narrowed at any discernable tracks before standing up slowly as the two rebels approached him from behind. Raising both his hands up to head level, Orion's gaze held a detached stare. Unamused was one such description of how he felt as he tilted his head.

Before he could even come up with a reasonable misdirection, everything shook. The sound of battle no longer muted but rather roaring as the walls above the coliseum. Of course, Orion had no idea as to the chaos up above other than the series of explosives the rebels had been preparing must have come into use now.

A blessing and a curse. The rebel's gun fired, but his aim was off. The round nicked Orion's side, slicing open skin to reveal a small pool of blood. Neither the pain nor sound ringing in Orion's ears stopped him as the Jedi made his move, not letting the explosions above compromise his focus and commitment to the task at hand. Never press a weapon against someone's skin or body. With the right training and reflexes, anyone could control the barrel of the weapon and render it a non-threat. And that's exactly what Orion did.

Grinding his teeth through the pain, his raised hand snatched the barrel and tore it away from his body before striking the rebel's throat. The rebel's partner barely reacted to the aftermath before Orion delivered a swift punch to the jaw of the man. A single knockout blow with Orion's brand of strength, speed, and form. Before turning back to the previous choking rebel and kicking his head into the tunnel wall.

Another knockout blow with assistance with the sturdy wall. The entire ordeal had taken seconds. Not too bad, if Orion thought so himself. But he could have been faster. Better. More efficient. Adrenaline had clouded him for a moment amidst the chaos. Storing the thought away for future review, Orion's senses listened. The Force was . . . close. Whatever those explosions had been detonated for, it had weakened a measure of the shielding. Not enough to regain any sense of his old talents.

Which would be helpful. What with the wound and all . . .

But enough to know it was there. Out of reach. Speaking of things out of reach . . .

Orion could hear the loud proclamations. Like all sounds down here, it was muted. But it was enough for him to figure a few things. Like the fact the princess was up there and no longer down here. Injured. Not alone but the likelihood she would be rescued was variable. Uncertain. He alone could not combat against both armies to reach a lone person. Or, perhaps he could if he were properly motivated.

Or if he had not been distracted by the sounds and smells drawing away his attention. Burning. Screaming. Down here in these tunnels, something was happening. Not dissimilar to the lack of shielding in the walls above due to the explosions, it seems the tunnels down here lacked proper shielding as well. No nullification. Nothing. Curiosity took hold of Orion and so he ventured into the depths, briskly walking while slightly crouched as he explored the tunnels.

And the further he traveled, the more his old power, his old talents, his old tools returned to him. His senses stretching further than before. Something was down here. Someone. Multiple. Danger. His eyes began scanning the separate rooms.

Death. Charred corpses. Strangled and bloodied rebels. At first, Orion might have thought the Sith had found the cave systems, the bunkers, and wiped everyone here out. But there was no signs of a real struggle. Oh sure, a few of these corpses had weapons at the ready. But where was the bullet holes? The dead soldiers? A busted droid? Something to link that both sides had struggled.

None of them stood a chance. This was thorough too.

This all appeared so one-sided. A slaughter. Then there was not only the lack of evidence but the destroyed evidence too. Maps, documents, correspondence. All of it either torn to shreds or set ablaze. Perhaps, if Orion had more time and resources, he might have been able to collect what was destroyed and piece portions of it back together. Instead, he followed that intrinsic instinct that there were others here.

One of which there was something very wrong with them.

Pressing his back against the cold damp tunnel wall, Orion gently peered around the corner slowly to get eyes on who or what exactly was down here with him, crouching and keeping low the ground. All the while he loaded a rifle he had stolen earlier with the same force-nullifying ammo from before.

I should have brought my gear. Oh well, time to improvise.

Not very Jedi of him but far more practical. And he was more than okay with that.

Not like he needed a lightsaber, right?

 

[Trayze Tesar]

OBJECTIVE 2: Save the Clown​

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CURRENT MISSION - Close Out The Circus
Immediate Goals -
1: Find and exfiltrate VIP ( Quinn Varanin ) (SUCCEEDED - VIP SECURED)
1.1: Establish LZ and Exfiltrate
1.2: Stabilize VIP
2: Find medical attention for yourself (Optional)

BLUFOR - Quinn Varanin || Iuuna Talon || Gerwald Lechner || Eira Dyn || Kaila Irons || Astrid pentoghast

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Quinn Varanin || Kaila Irons || Omon Kaa / Darth Diem || Gerwald Lechner || Open Frequency

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He barely registered anything physical for the most painfully long moments. Not the bloody spattering on his shoes, not the battle, not the fact that he was walking numbly near the young apprentice who was carrying the Princess.

She was wrong.

Not incorrect, but made wrong, the anti-Force measures that thrummed throughout his very being - how much had they done to her? Rage boiled, anger and indignation. How dare they, how dare they?!
When the slug clipped the Sith that was helping the VIP, the tension finally snapped, a wordless roar answered - his arm burst with energy that shot out, defying the defenses of the rebels at the cost of another waft of smouldering flesh in the air... then as the rage left through the bolt of defiance, an idea occurred.

It was a stupid idea, but what rescue didn't have harebrained thoughts? With all the myriad of moving pieces, the Kiffar didn't see the arena - he saw the possibilities, and one clear focus.
"Maskie," he addressed the Darth carrying the Princess. "Tilt her to me, her body needs the Force." his voice was even, clear, not trying to shout over the din of disorder, for his mind was razor clear, his senses shifting beyond sense.
"Lord Diem." He addressed the Pureblood next. "Unless you are going to help me stabilize her, I suggest you assist the men on the ground." his voice was emotionless, focused, edged, but his core boiled, bubbling.

He could use the Force, he could still help!

Without ego, without malice, but with the sole emotion of determined defiance, the still-crackling forearm that flung the Force-bolt thudded in connection to where the injured lung was, the last bits of data he gained from the mere strands of the Force that could reach out near him ascertaining what to do next. Rather than a flailing amoeba, those selfsame strands would have barely moved a pebble, but when focused, they wrapped around the internal injuries.

One limb. The next. One organ. The next. All that has to be done was motion, Trayze's Force spiraled through the arteries, a desperate IV drip to save a life.
You're not dying here, Quinn. You're not gonna give those bastards the satisfaction, we are saving you!
Those words, whether said to himself, to Quinn, or unintentionally barked while moving were the song that the burnt flesh of his arm pumped Quinn's lung to, willing the last embers of the Force through him into her.

His endurance was rewarded with his deer-like staggering being unnoticed, as the calvary in the form of karking Gerwald Lechner himself, hammer in hand, come to wreak justice - which meant a shuttle and a Bogan-blessed onramp. "Force Transfusion!" came the first, instinctual declaration as he staggered, half-collapsing, but clawing himself to do his duty.
"Medpac. Toolbelt. Rearmost pouch." was the fiercely whispered interlude between frayed thoughts and frantic actions, placing the mediclamp one-handed wasn't easy but wasn't something unfamiliar to the Detective. "VIP secured, exfil! Exfil Exfil!" He beseeched the pilot, feeling his legs give under the lurch of the ship taking off. But he wasn't done, he can't be, job wasn't done - and so he rose to continue seeing his harebrained thought through "Patch comms through to Her Grace, have her re-establish Princess' connection with the Force!"

To outside observers, this scene would have been darkly comedic - a half-drunken man flailing about, nearly collapsing to the floor in a mockery of triage. His body begged for rest, the few strings of Force-related motivation quickly being redirected elsewhere, but they were close, so damned close... "Anyone with Force, press down here!" he pleaded, indicating the now cooling limb where his mad inspiration would hopefully become a miracle.

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: Unknown Command Bunker
Objective: BYOO
Tag: Orion Pavond ​

The damp, oppressive air of the tunnels hung heavy, muffling the echoes of distant explosions above. The faint hum of fading energy and the occasional crack of crumbling stone punctuated the silence. Amid the carnage of the underground, the figure moved like a wraith, silent and deliberate. The shadows seemed to ripple with each step, swallowing the faint light of the emergency sconces and leaving the cold, damp walls cloaked in near-total darkness. She was the darkness, it was her, the primordial ooze of blackness left by the absence of light.

It was her, she was it.

The figure's hooded head tilted slightly, as though listening to something far beyond the reach of mortal senses. Whispers—soft, multilayered, and resonant—breathed through the corridors like a living presence, curling through the air and weaving into the oppressive silence. Ahead, the subtle scrape of boots on stone betrayed movement. A presence. Not just any presence—something sharp, aware, and… foreign. The whispers coalesced into a singular voice, faint and amused.

"Curious... a remnant of the old ways, lingering where it does not belong."

The figure glided closer, the hem of their robe brushing soundlessly over the damp stone floor. They remained unseen, their approach deliberate and methodical. Each movement was calculated, a careful dance with the shadows that masked even the faintest disturbance. Ahead, their quarry pressed his back against the wall, crouched low, peering cautiously around the corner with a rifle in hand. The tension in his body was palpable, his focus sharp, and yet... he was unaware.

The figure paused a step behind him, close enough to hear the faint, controlled rhythm of his breathing. Their clawed fingers flexed slowly, the black gloves gleaming faintly in the dim light. The whispers deepened, a chorus of layered voices rising in an almost imperceptible hum. Their presence became a weight in the air, oppressive and suffocating.

Then, without a sound, their hand moved. Clawed fingers descended onto his shoulder, the sharp points pressing just enough to pierce the fabric of his clothes and graze the skin beneath, aiming to draw the slightest amount of blood. The whispers surged, layered and melodic, their tone hauntingly intimate.

"So bold... so resourceful... yet so misplaced."

The figure's voice came as a chilling caress, close to his ear yet echoing as if from the very walls themselves. The weight of it carried a power that was not merely physical but deeply invasive, a cold certainty that seemed to worm into the mind and still the body.

"Tell me, wanderer," the whispers continued, their tone shifting to something darker, almost mocking. "Do you know what stalks the shadows you so carelessly tread?"

The figure's grip tightened slightly, the claws pressing just enough to remind him of their presence. Their hooded head tilted slightly, the faintest shimmer of light reflecting off the metallic mask hidden beneath. The whispers softened, their tone almost conversational but dripping with malice.

"You have stumbled into the primordial black itself. Do you truly believe your rifle will save you?"

The moment stretched, heavy with tension, as the figure waited, their fingers curling ever so slightly to emphasize their control. The silence pressed down like a physical force, the whispers lingering as if the shadows themselves were alive and listening.

And then, as if to punctuate the moment, the whispers spoke once more, their tone low and venomous. "Choose your next move wisely, child. It may very well be your last."

 

[Kaila Irons]

Location: Boarding shuttle
Wearing: Armor
Tag: Quinn Varanin Trayze Tesar Gerwald Lechner Astrid pentoghast Iuuna Talon Srina Talon

"Nngh-ah!"

Anathemous stumbled, hunched over even as her feet continued to move, step by step.

It felt as if the gravity of a great star was pressing against her temples as the Imperial Mother called from above, the silver band about her head greedily snatching up the signal such even these blasted stones could not suppress it.

<<To the varying parties searching for Quinn Varanin …Bring her to the Mors Mon.>>

<<Bring my daughter to me.>>​

<<I... have... her...>>

She spoke out through the force, her stunted telepathy a pained whisper, a fragile thread held only by the alchemized device she wore.

<<The arena... close... she is... dying...>>

<<Need...help...!>>

The Empress, she thought, would know her inner voice. It's melancholy tune, how on rare occasion, her thoughts were not spoken with the clipped accent she'd since adopted, how frightened Kaila could be. How violent, and frenzied it made Anathemous. Srina had heard it upon the besieged shores of Echnos some time ago, welcomed the birth of Anathemous from within her own mind as if a midwife, or perhaps even a mother, welcoming a child into the fold.

Even so, not even The Empress would have heard the anguish, the panic that not even a Phobis device could instill in her.

For Anathemous did not fear death.

But losing Quinn? It terrified her in ways she had never been.

"I can hear her...!" she called through grit teeth.

"The Empress, in my mind...! Orders... Commands, to bring her daughter to the Mors."

Anathemous ignored all else, no sith, no rebel, nor even gunfire could slow her with the exception of Trayze Tesar stop the young lord of Echnos from her stumbling march, slowing only enough for the Kiffar to use whatever force remained in this fanged-godforsaken city to heal the princess.

Gunfire and explosions continued it's deafening symphony behind them as the three stumbled through the streets, a single silver eye glaring wide to navigate the urban hellscape of rubble and fire as she steered them, the other awash with crimson from her still bleeding forehead.

Then at long last, Gerwald Lechner landed his ship in the distance, smashing through the rebel counter attack.

Out of time and options, the three sith and the last of their troopers continued forward, blaster fire and scatterguns tearing apart those few who survived The Wolf's mighty onslaught

"Force Transfusion!"

Trayze called out, drawing a double take from the shell shocked but ever mobile young Darth, thrust into war before her time.

"Force...!" she choked.

"Frak- force born- she's force born- she needs the-"


Anathemous dropped to her knees just inside the shuttle, carefully bending over to gently set the princess down on the deck as they began to lift off.

"She can't breath!" she barked to any who would listen.

Kaila ran bloody fingers through her hair, mixing crimson and curled gold as she looked over the princess frantically.

She had seen some truly awful things in the underworld and aboard the Malsheem, many of them done to her and tended by they whom she once called her closest friend.

And she knew what must be done.

Kaila ripped the leather fastenings from the durasteel armor which had been forced upon Quinn, hurling it out of the ship. And when she turned, her eyes went wide with horror.

"She's been stabbed...! Lung's collapsing- losing time -someone call a medic to the hangar bay!"

All the while she frantically pulled a stim from her belt, ripping the long needle straight from the syringe.

"I'm sorry..."

And slammed it into Quinn's chest to relieve the pressure of leaking air.

​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"The Princess' intentions were well-meaning, but folly. A painful, but necessary, lesson to be learned."

The Dark Lord never believed that a world like Susevfi could be brought into compliance through niceties alone. That the Princess tried was admirable to some, but not to Carnifex. He knew what it took to bring a disloyal population to heel, the violence it required. Now more would die to quell the rebellion, but the Dark Lord was never one to shrink away from bloodshed. There were countless bodies ready to replace those cut down or burned away by the Sith Empire, and Susevfi would serve as an example to those who thought they could stand against the Empire.

None could stand against the Empire.

"When all is said and done, Yumfla will no longer exist. No trace that it ever existed will remain, it will be scrubbed from all records. To utter it's name will be a crime." With the newly empowered Ministry of Order now at the Revivalist's disposal, such a thing could be easily made reality. Even now, as all eyes were fixed upon Susevfi, the Ministry was conducting a series of raids to apprehend former slaves across the Empire. Re-classified as fugitive laborers, the Ministry had been given carte blanche to forcibly detain and imprison anyone who even vaguely fit this description across the Empire.

It was but another stone laid in the bedrock of the Empire's new future, one carefully shaped by the Dark Lord's clandestine tribulations. But such things were distant from Susevfi, as the Dark Lord's hand intertwined with that of the Empress and she was given the power to levy her commandment across the entire system. Carnifex gave such power eagerly, for the trust that ran between Himself and the Empress was deeper than anyone could theorize. They were virtually inseparable, and together they were dangerous.

"When the Princess is brought aboard, my personal physician Doctor Vain will be waiting for her. There is no one better to treat her." Doctor Vain, one of the eccentric clones of Irajah Ven, had served the Dark Lord for many long years. She was sardonically cantankerous and prone to speak her mind whenever able, always thickly coated in a veneer of sarcasm and mockery. The Dark Lord tolerated her disposition because she was exceptionally skilled, perhaps the best physician in His entire powerbase. At only five feet tall, and garbed in dark medical robes and a hooked avian mask, she cut a striking, if not diminutive, figure amidst the much taller guards that shadowed her.

It was perhaps Quinn's only chance.

Srina Talon | Kaila Irons | Quinn Varanin ​

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Save the Clown Obj 2 //:
//: Susevfi //:
//: Kaila Irons //: Trayze Tesar //: Gerwald Lechner //: Srina Talon //: Darth Carnifex //:

They moved, trying to save her. Quinn lay motionless in Kaila's arms; she wanted to tell the woman to stop. There was nothing to save; the Princess wanted just one last moment with her Governor. Seeing the woman cry over her, Quinn wished she could reach up and wipe her tears - tell her that everything was okay. Teachings, whether Jedi or Sith, stated that everyone became one with the living Force. Quinn wanted to believe that - because if it was true, she would always be with her. With every pull and push of the Force, Kaila could feel her gentle caress again.

Tears fell, leaving streaks in the dirt on her face. A man, Malum's cousin, continued to try to help her. His lips moved slowly; she didn't know what he was saying, but Quinn could sense the urgency. Stop. She wanted to tell him to stop - it was over.

She just wanted to go home.

The Mors Mon, in all its glory, filled the sky, Quinn knew she was there. Her chest burned, she wanted to scream - she just wanted one last moment with --

<<Bring my daughter to me.>>​

Quinn heard something she had wanted to hear all her life. Srina had called her daughter. The Echani had always felt closer to the woman; she wanted so desperately to belong to Srina. Quinn knew her parents cared, but she didn't feel truly loved anywhere in the galaxy. Even when she was small, Quinn remembered being confused about why her mommy had to return her after spending time together. Watching the Mors Mon hover in the sky, blocking the sun's light. She had come; her Mother had come for her.

Her body moved, clinging tightly to Kaila as the wind of Gerwald's shuttle landed. She could feel Darth's heart racing; she sensed the woman's panic. Quinn just watched everything that was happening to her, wanting it to stop. It was a wasted effort. She knew they were hurt—they should pay attention to themselves, not her.

It was over.

The armor was removed from her, and Quinn felt relief - at least she wouldn't die from what they placed her in. A silly thought from a silly Princess; if she could laugh, she would. Panic showed on the blonde's face; Quinn watched, knowing she had found the secret. I wish I could have told you. Quinn thought maybe it would have saved her life. No, it was already too much.

The shuttle set a route to the Mors Mon. Kaila had relayed the command from her Mother. The farther they flew from the city and the coliseum, Quinn would feel the sudden surge of the Force. She gasped, being able to breathe again as Kaila relieved the pressure of her punctured lung. Quinn felt the deepness of the air, and panic settled in her eyes. Being cut off for so long and the state of her body - she was fragile. Her body shook as she clutched onto Kaila. "Kaila." Her voice panicked and in pain, as she curled into the woman the best she could. They were drawing closer; she could feel her Mother, and she could finally sense the fury that was the woman. Instead of fear, she felt comfort - soon she'd be home.

Home.

It was wherever her Mother was, and suddenly, the air of Eshan blew in her face. She could smell the floral teas her birth mother would brew, common favorites of the women. She watched them sit, talking, laughing as she played away with her sister. Their words were muffled, but there was a swell of love and adoration the moment Srina ran her hands through the young girl's ashen hair.

Home wasn't Eshan, it wasn't Bastion or Jutrand.

Home was where she was, wherever Srina was. She was the Princess's sanctuary - the only place she ever mattered.

Quinn was finally going home.

Her hands clutched to Kaila as tightly as she could, finally breathing and feeling the Force as she surged through her. Everything was too much; her body screamed in pain as every fiber felt as if it was trying to hold itself together while also trying to rip apart. Her breathing quickened, rapid, and shallow. Was this it? Tears fell as she buried her face, trying to make the pain stop.

So close.

With her last bit of energy, Quinn reached the short distance and let her fingertips lightly caress the fair skin of her Kaila. "Don't leave me..." She shuddered as another wave of pain gripped her, but as fast as it came, it soon disappeared.

An almost euphoric feeling came over her; one last breath escaped her lips, and her hand fell from Kaila's face. The light in her eyes dimmed, and her body sank heavily against the Darth.

It was over, and she was home.

 

[Kaila Irons]

Location: Entering The Mors Mons
Wearing: Armor
Tag: Quinn Varanin Srina Talon Gerwald Lechner Trayze Tesar Adeline Noctua Darth Carnifex

Quinn was breathing again, everything was going to be okay, she told herself.

They would reach the Mors Mons soon, where a doctor would be waiting for the princess, where The Empress would be there to watch over her, and Kaila would remain at her side until she was whole again. They would return to Jutrand after this, no doubt, where she would take her back to see Kirie and perhaps Kaila would even stay awhile longer to help take care of the echani. She would brew her tea above the fireplace, warm Tarine Tea with breakfast and sweet and soothing Haneli Flower Tea in the evenings.

But something was wrong.

The way Quinn shook as she curled into her was wrong.

"Kaila."

"I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. You're going to be okay" she choked.

Kaila held her, telling herself that this was normal, that her breaths just sounded strange because she was breathing through a bloody straw.

"It's okay, save your strength. You've been strong enough for one day."

Quinn reached out, as she had so many times before, to caress her freckled cheek, dirty, bloody as it was. And even though it felt weak, even though her hand trembled and subconsciously she knew that something was going incredibly wrong, Kaila swallowed her fears, and she smiled for Quinn's sake.

Until three words struck her harder than anything the sith had endured.

"Don't leave me..."

"I promise." she nodded, sniffling as she held her princess a little tighter.

The last thing she heard before the deafening silence, was the tell tale finality of a breath relieved from duty.

"...Quin?"

She couldn't hear her own question, nor even the beating of her own heart. As they neared the ship, the dark side finally returned to her weary body. A sickly gold spread outward from the contracted black of her eyes, burning bright with a raging light the likes of which they never had in all her years of torment and bloodshed.

As she sobbed, the walls began to rattle throughout the entire shuttle. Panels slowly imploded on themselves, held on only because the bolts bent too far to give way. Lights began to flicker, some burst.

Darth Anathemous had failed both The Empress and the woman she now realized to be her love.

Surely The Empress would execute her upon arrival. She wished The Empress would, for she did not deserve to exist in a world where she had failed to save the one part of it that felt like home. Her training had amounted to nothing, her desperate power grabs and schemes, meant nothing, and her ability to bend the force insignificant.

She was too weak, and too late.

And as she screamed, sending ripples through the force which caused her own men to stumble and fall to their knees, clutching their bleeding ears in a desperate bid to save them from the banshee's wail, all she could think about was the merciless hate she felt for the damned fools who dared steal Quinn from her.

She could already see The Black Door opening clear as day. She could see the horrors of Yalara pouring out of it, cascading from the shuttle doors like black bile, hordes of undead fused with machines of war, black wings blotting out the very sun to herald the arrival of The World Eater's Scion in all her decaying majesty. She imagined this and more because she knew Adeline Noctua . She knew that only she could give her what she wanted in that moment. That only she could turn the fears of an entire city— an entire world, into a festering reality tailored to every soul below. That only she could inflict the level of suffering that the once benevolent and merciful lord of Echnos would condemn these people to for all eternity, their souls ripped from lifeless bodies, doomed to the very real hellscape that Adeline, Darth Keres, had imprisoned inside her.

She wanted it slow.

But she wanted it gone, all of it, off the bloody map for their crimes.

And then she would join them.

Repentance owed, for failing the only one who truly understood.

​

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio

Location | Susevfi

Tag | Kaila Irons Srina Talon Darth Carnifex Gerwald Lechner Trayze Tesar

If there was one creature to be drawn to desperation, one monster that lurked within her home of shadows.. It would be the master of Yalara, the proclaimed goddess of nightmare herself.

Anyone near would see as a black door appeared from thin air within the blink of an eye, a refined looking woman would step out from the shadowy door. Taking a look at what was going on around her.. Approaching the screaming Kaila Irons with a slight expression of pity. The corpse of the adored princess, caught within the stillness of death it would seem.

A pale hand reaches down, placing a firm grip on the shoulder of the distraught woman. Adeline's looming and forceful presence sure to break the screaming, she speaks into Kaila's mind.

"What is it you desire?"

She says inside of their mind, all the while her own bleeding ears began to heal.

It was a simple question, one she already knew the answer to in fact. Yet, she desired to hear it.. To soak in the fervent wish like a fine wine.


​

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Location: Susevfi
Theme: Fear Me
Equipment: GL-13 blaster | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Inquisitorial Saber | Circlet of Projection
Tags:

She stepped from the ship ramp onto the ground of Susevfi, burning rubble of where the last stand took place. Her yes looked out upon the destruction, above her head sith ships streaked by heading away from the city. Retreat on the Empresses call, she looked around at the site somewhere in that rumble was her master. She marched forward pulling her saber from her belt in fury and rage, as some fleeing rebels or innocents it didn't really matter to her what they were ran towards a still standing structure.

She ignited the red blade of her saber with a snap-hiss as she stalked those fleeing. Her footsteps picked up pace as she ran after them. She could not save the master she was dead, but she would kill every last one until her final destruction. She did not care, the one thing she cared about was gone, she had no place among the sith if Kaila was gone, she had no place at all only her and the demon that burdened her soul and what ever the hell it wanted.

In that moment she felt like the orphan she was all alone with nothing. She reached up to the comm ear peace she had in her ear sending a message back to zero. "Sorry I yell at you, you better retreat now, don't worry about me. It was good knowing you hopefully your next crew will respect your worry." She then she cut the comm not looking back to see if the droid listened to her not as her pace got faster and she neared the building the refugee had stumbled into.

She held no caution as she approached her weapons drawn. She saw them poke their heads out of the cover they found and draw their weapons upon her. Yet before they could fire a loud reverberating scream came across the battlefield in a wave. It was so loud the buildings standing shook and crumbled. Tamsin ear drums burst, and blood began to pour fourth from them as she stumbled and fell to her knees on the ground. Her eyes dazed as she looked at the rebels ahead of her who also fell to the ground. She looked at them laying there in pain. A wicked smile crossed her face as she knelt there "I failed." She began to laugh through the tears that fell down her face.

"Now your learning child. They all abandon you in the end, I will show you all that is happening. Let you feel what I feel so you can truly see you will always be alone. Then I will wake you up from this dream."

In that moment all the Demon felt and saw upon this world was seen to Tamsin. She saw that Kaila was indeed alive and grieving. She could feel the fear in the inhabitants of this world, she could see destruction that would befall this place. She felt and saw it all for a moment and Tamsin felt truly alone.

"It's an endless cycle, the same story over and over again. This scenario would play out a million times over and every time you would end up at this point. You need to see this you can't save them. You can't protect them. You can't be one of them."

Tamsin felt it what the demon did a deep loneliness a hate grown out of never having a place and wanting to see it all burn. Letting into the emptiness as the demon did a cold embrace of no longer caring about anyone or anything was oddly comforting. If you didn't care you didn't fear anything.

"But you do not die here, this is where you learn to let go. The only one who will ever care if you live or die will be yourself. So, get up and survive it is the one thing we both know how to do better than anyone else."

Tamsin pushed herself up to her feet then and looked at the rebels squirming on the ground. The rage gone as she looked at them, all she had was pity for their pathetic existence. "Where do I go?" she asked the passenger inside of her.

"Home."

 

[Astrid pentoghast]

Objective 2
Tags: Quinn Varanin / Kaila Irons / Trayze Tesar / Adeline Noctua /open
Equipment: Liber Infernalis / random dead jedis lightsabers

Astrid helped defend the Quinn and kaila with her lightsaber there wasn't much she could do for the girl with just a soldiers med pack and she didn't bring any medical tools with her. As Gerwald Lechner ship landed the dathomirian sliced a rebel from head to foot grabbing his gun and blasting a couple of other rebels with slugthrower rounds the gun burned her hand but the pain was worth seeing these bloody rebels die. As she turned to see kaila carrying Quinn in Astrid began to follow but she felt a strong impact hit her entire body fracturing bones and burning her skin it was a antiforce concussion grenade which flung her against gerwalds ship.

Which cracked and broke a few of her ribs lucky for the rebels Astrid didn't have the force but that was unfortunate for astrid as she couldn't heal herself through it either as she could feel her organs where in pain. It was a familiar feeling her sith master would regularly hit her with high level force pushes into walls for failure. She knew the effects well none where good as she limped her way onto Gerwalds ship turning back to gerwald yelling at him "we have to leave in order to save quinns life now" she yelled more than loud enough for gerwald to hear as she found a chair and sat down looking at Quinn and kaila.

Watching them as soon as they where out of the anti force zone Astrid had begun the process of healing herself through the force setting bones through the force. Then using nightsister magick to heal them enough that she could walk without breaking them further repairing her own organs. So she wouldn't have to worry about permanent organ damage. She watched Quinn die and how kaila reacted she was unsure why but it moved something inside her standing up she knelt down besides kaila and quinns body after kailas force scream. "If you want your girlfriend back I'll need room to save her life" she said she had been watching she knew how to save quinn and what to repair and how to repair it.

Going though the process in her mind Astrid drew the excess blood out of Quinn had bled into her lungs and bled internally as she used nightsister healing techniques spirit ichor poured into quinns wounds and surrounded her body stitching together the force beings physical body to basically brand new the effort was taxing on astrid especially after today. After a few moments quinns body would be physically repaired.

Astrid then placed a hand on Quinns head and another on her chest as she began chanting a mix of high sith and nightsister languages a spell as astrid used quinns physical body to search for quinns soul quinns eyes would glow red as astrids glowed green. As astrid searched the nether for quinns soul if and when she found it she would grab it and bring it into quinns body securing it within quinns body then shocking quinns heart back to life. In the mean time astrid was promoting the creation of new blood within quinns fully healed circulatory system whither or not Quinn Varanin came back to life would be up to her.

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Orbit of Susevfi - Aboard the Mors Mon
Tag: Quinn Varanin | Kaila Irons | Darth Carnifex | Gerwald Lechner Astrid pentoghast | Trayze Tesar | Adeline Noctua | Kirie | Iuuna Talon | (Sorry if I missed you)

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The Mors Mon hummed as if it were alive.

As if…It breathed.

The crew worked diligently, seamlessly, as if they didn't notice that their breath came out in puffs of fog whilst the temperature dropped exponentially. Her fingers stayed wrapped in that of the Butcher King while listening to the reports that came in, especially, when a familiar voice met her psyche under extreme duress. Kaila Irons ...She knew…From the broken, pained whisper, that things were much worse than anyone had anticipated. Dying?

Her frozen heart seized, still, draining power from Darth Carnifex to keep the line of communication open. The Mors Mon resonated with the ancient power that rolled through the hull and she was hit with the first vision of the truth. The first sight of Quinn. Broken. Bleeding, but, taking in fresh air when Kaila pressed a needle into her chest. The secret that Srina had kept for so long was slowly realized by those attempting to revive her child, stabilize, her. She was force born. Srina had tended to the Princess of Eshan for as long as she could remember, even, when she was young. When they had little more than…

Scraped knees or bee stings to worry about. Bandages, for proverbial bullet holes.

Any measures that took place on the group were a stop gap at best. It wouldn't work…

Not when she was so far gone.

<<Bring her to me, Darth Anathemous. Nothing else matters. Nothing.>>​

"Typhojem…", she spoke to the AI of mammoth super star destroyer, cold, and precise. Nothing in her outward appearance seemed to waver but the bridge was so cold now that teeth chattered. "Ensure that we maintain orbit and that the invasion force seizes control of the city. No mercy, Typhojem."

"Lady Talon…"

"None!"

Her face contorted, her already pale features darkening, while the sharpness of her tone hit the ceiling hard enough to break it. Unparalleled beauty gave way to something monstrous as her skin seemed to recede with her snarl, revealing a skeletal visage beneath, while hollow eyes burned with corrupted yellow ichor. Unnaturally sharp teeth snapped together while her command echoed through the bridge and the mighty ship groaned in response. So much power, in one small woman.

Typhojem was a hologram…But it didn't stop the AI from cowering, almost, more than the crewmen.

"Yes—Yes, Empress. No mercy."

The onlookers froze, their fear palpable as they dared not move, scarcely breathing. Her features remained terrifying for a breath, before she exhaled, and her face returned to its eerily composed state. It wouldn't wipe away the memory of her skeletal visage, of gnashing teeth, and overwhelming fury but at the bare minimum it allowed the crew to get back to work. A glance up at Darth Carnifex would see them both heading away from the command deck and down into the bowels of the Mors Mon. Down to the docking bay while medi-staff seemed to fill in, with his doctor, in every available space.

<<Stay with me. Fight with me…Stay with me.>>

<<Stay.>>​

They moved through the dimly lit corridors with urgency, though, Srina kept trying to reach Quinn through the Force as she had a thousand times before. It came so naturally. Like breathing. There was no answer and by the time they made it to the docking bay, were it not for the fact that Darth Carnifex was no mere human, she might have broken his fingers. She…hadn't even registered that she was still holding on. Still, pulling power. Threading his energy with her own in such a way that it became a braided tether. Both to her—And the ship.

The pale woman could see the shuttle through the viewport. They were close. Quinn was strong. She was the cleverest between the two heirs of Eshan and always had been. She was determined, willful, and far too stubborn to let something so ridiculous as a rebellion bring her to the grave. Her mind made up excuses, lies, to mute the reality that she felt coming.

Those rasping breaths. Wave after wave of pain…

Then—Nothing.

She felt the absence of her beloved one just before a Force Scream ripped through the ether like a psychic lightning bolt. It was heartache. It was a broken scream, a wailing cry, that caused her ears to bleed before it even landed. The others cringed away, the pain too much, but the Empress moved her hand numbly through the air and nullified the worst of it. Containing it to the vicinity around her.

The way a mother might comfort a shrieking child.

Her white cloak flowed behind her like a ghostly shroud when she finally released the Butcher King from her grasp. The moment she crossed the threshold a woman walked out of a black door and moved to the source of the Force Scream. Kaila. They seemed to be speaking but the diminutive Echani could not tear her eyes from the crumpled form of Quinn, lying still, partially in the Governor's arms. Time seemed to stop as her breathing hitched. Her pulse, pounding louder in her ears, far louder than the Force Scream.

The scene painted a picture of lifelessness.

Her presence in the Force was so faint, such a delicate whisper, that it had become no stronger than a string of spider web. Slipping away. Out of her grasp on a breeze that she could never catch. She moved forward without realizing it, mechanical, when she pulled the remains of one of her children out of the arms of the banshee wailing above her. Away from the unknown witch, Astrid pentoghast ,that had sealed her wounds with resin, desecrating, what was left. Her hands were swift. Holding the recently broken body so close that her cheek pressed against Quinn's rapidly cooling forehead. Listening. Willing the faintest inkling of breath. There was none. She reached for that fleeting glimmer of Quinn's essence, her life, but the void that responded was chillingly empty. Her lips parted, but not a sound.

The doctor was there. But the doctor, as skilled a physician as she was, could she undo death?

Had she helped Darth Carnifex cheat it?

The Nightsister could fix the body, perhaps, but could she secure her soul? Bringing it back was simple. Keeping it there, was the trouble.

Agony began to pierce her heart, a silent storm of grief and fury. She wanted to lash out at everyone and everything in the shuttle but that…Wouldn't help. She let the witch work her magic, rebuild, but she would not release Quinn. Her mind raced with memory—But every joyous thing about this young woman was on the precipice of being lost. Srina did not cry. She did not scream. Instead, her pain burned cold, a searing frost that consumed her. This was the innermost circle of her own personal hell, the day, she had fought against for so long.

Watching her children, Quinn Varanin , or Iuuna Talon die.

Around her, the bay was in disarray, and she was dimly aware of the doctor pulling on her shoulder so Astrid pentoghast could work but it was almost as if she'd gone entirely deaf and numb. With the Force Scream in the air, regardless her swift dismissal, it was entirely possible that she had. It was in that moment of squeezing the body close to her chest that her decision was made. It was…Just a body. Quinn wasn't there anymore.

But she would be.

"I did not say you could leave, pitya min." *little one

The air around her seemed to shift, growing impossibly heavy, with dark power. It fell on the shuttle like a tsunami as it echoed through the Mors Mon, an ocean, swallowing the docking bay. It was so wretched that the scent of jasmine and rain would almost choke those who breathed it in. The rawness of it was amplified, swimming, with the energy she had stolen from the Butcher King before it blended into something that had no name. The wounds that Quinn had sustained stood out in her mind's eye as swirling, angry masses, that shatter point let her trace. Red lines, marring her.

Resin filled those lines from the witch…But even made whole? The shell was still empty.

She buried her face in the hair of her godchild and began to pour her energy into what remained so that the soul the Nightsister called back had somewhere to go. A battery to sustain it. It was not healing, nothing, so plebian and crude. It was transference, a giving of herself to Quinn, of her life force, her strength, her very soul. It was a beacon at night to a force-born child that would secure her while the Force broke and screamed in order to obey. It was unnatural…But Srina did not, care. The Force was a tool. It was her weapon to command, her method, her meaning, her purpose. She would not let it or anyone else deny her.

"Nu riyikrauti j'us shahkû, ki aki. Shromohta sis mukda diâ tsûtri wa an ki... Nu riyikrauti j'us shahkû." *I summon you home, my love. Fill this shell and return to me...I summon you home

 

[Trayze Tesar]

OBJECTIVE 2: Save the Clown​

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CURRENT MISSION - I am Pagliacci
Immediate Goals -
1: Defy Death
2: Bring her home.

BLUFOR - Quinn Varanin || Iuuna Talon || Gerwald Lechner || Eira Dyn || Kaila Irons || Astrid pentoghast

OPFOR - Death

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Quinn Varanin || Kaila Irons || Omon Kaa / Darth Diem || Gerwald Lechner || Open Frequency

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It was understandable, forgivable even. Trayze was no Force healer, buffeted from Forcebreakers, from whatever torments the rebels inflicted upon the Princess - in his career of being a Detective, he knew that he couldn't save everyone. Around him, the scene settled, resigned to a noble sacrifice, a martyr for the Empire, doctors whirling away from the masked Darth's lamentation as she curled inward.

Grief was understandable, acceptable even. There was only so much that one could do, so much one could take... and after all Trayze had done, surely he would be forgiven?

That was the sane option, and in this moment, Trayze would no longer consider it. "Sanity" was surrender, "sanity" was acceptance of oblivion, and "sanity" would be his death.

It was no longer understandable - it was unthinkable! Trayze's eyes saw scenes no longer before him, the Force flowed through the dulling and cooling body of Quinn Varanin, reminding him of his duties. One limb. The next. One strand of the Force. The next. Each movement as instead of curling inward in lamentation and despondency, the breaths he took flowed through him to the corpse as he sensed her and felt her calling her daughter home.

"Please hear me..." he exhaled, the madness not born from mania, but madness born from defiance. He meant it, his oath, his promise, every one - even if it was mad... He exhaled to her, "Through me..." The strands of the Force bursting forth, slowly like grass and green from such a long winter, vines wrapping with someone he shouldn't someone he dare not reach to.

It wasn't proper, it wasn't dignified, but he would bring her home.
"Through me... push through me..." he beseeched, tears of desperation forming, even as the stone-slack visage of resignation, of surrender - but never yielding, if he must be broken to uphold his promise, that was something he would choose now and forever. "...Let's bring her home, Your Grace."

For those in the Force, it was first like a wispy lighthouse, blinking and burning, before finding the one he sought - then it became like branches beckoning, intertwining, and like wires pulsating and channeling - his feeble understanding nothing more than a sign to focus through. Burgundy eyes no longer saw the girl on the table, but through her, and how much the Force had been knitted into her. His body had given up any semblance of dignified positioning besides the sudden, shaking strength to move to press, caress, pulse, with a quizzical look on his face. It was as if he saw her memories, her laughter, her breaths, and his memories would join hers. Like a child hoping that their meager efforts would help their parent in some chore or occupation, the Kiffar did not intend to forsake his duty - he would either complete it, or be relieved from it.

"Please..." He begged, postcognition swirling the strands between her and her mother, with him as a center that could not hold. Perhaps his beseechment wasn't necessary, as what woman would not fight for her daughter. Maybe it was for himself, for his body, for...
"Kaila...?" the name was on the Princess' lips, the name for the person next to him, still despondent. "Kaila..." he reiterated, wrestling his voice back from the ordeal his very being endured. "Miss Kaila... she wants to be with her mum..." eyes that would have rolled back forced themselves forward, a madness that couldn't allow anything else besides the silent certainty that she would come home.

"Please... help us get her there."

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Save the Clown Obj 2 //:
//: Susevfi //:
//: Srina Talon //: Kaila Irons //: Kirie //: Astrid pentoghast //: Trayze Tesar //: Adeline Noctua //:

Emptiness and nothingness were what she was met with. The Princess didn't expect death to be like this. Everything that led up to it was so painful and torturous. But to feel the sudden emptiness felt relieving; nothing else mattered. Quinn sat in the middle of a white room; she felt weightless and free. She stood and began walking, and the white walls of the empty room started to play memories. Some painful, others full of joy. Quinn watched them as she walked, pausing only to appreciate the special moments in her life.

Stopping, she looked at one of the walls. It was the memory she had right before she died. Looking down at her hands, she turned them over, trying to understand the weightlessness she was feeling. "Oh right, I died," she mumbled to herself; no fear, no sadness - she just was. Looking back up, a woman moved along the screen; she smiled, and Quinn returned it. Reaching up, she could almost feel the gentle face of the Empress, of her Godmother, the woman she had wanted to make proud. She loved her like a child could only love a mother, and the Princess knew the same love had been returned.

She would feel it.

It was warm, and when she closed her eyes, she could see everything that was happening around her lifeless body. Quinn watched, feeling Kaila's pain and everyone's effort to bring her back. "But I'm gone…" she murmured, walking around the room as time stood still. Everyone was still trying, but why?

Quinn lightly touched her cheek and her forehead. She could feel the warmth of her Mother cradling her dead body. She moved closer, reaching out to caress the woman's silvery crown. All Quinn wanted to do was comfort the woman; she could feel her pain bleeding through the thin veil between life and death. Frowning, Quinn watched as her hand passed through the living, unable to comfort anyone in the room. She was painless; why would they want to bring her back? The galaxy had so many issues, and life only brought suffering.

The Princess enjoyed her peace.

Time stood still for Quinn as the scene slowly played out; her gaze drifted to Kaila. Another pang of guilt; in another life, she could have loved the woman, built a life together, and escaped the horrors of the galaxy together. They could have lived the dreams they desperately wanted. Quinn watched her, her face twisted in pure agony. It was selfish, but Quinn hoped she would never be forgotten and maybe Kaila would cherish their short time together. Her lips curled into a sad smile, remembering she didn't get to say goodbye to Kirie. Sighing softly, Quinn sat beside Srina as she held onto her body like a child clinging to their broken favorite toy. Looking down at her hands, the Princess sighed again.

Kirie wouldn't be freed, but she hoped she would take advantage of what Quinn left her with. With everything Quinn was, she hoped it was enough to protect Kirie until she could return to Welk. The Echani's heart broke again, she deeply cared for the woman and there was no forgiveness for abandoning her. "Please take care of Kirie, Kaila…" Her frown faded as she mused with a hint of hope. If anyone could save Kirie, it would be Kaila. "I'm sorry, Kirie, I broke my promise." Quinn didn't want to watch this anymore; there was too much guilt seeing that so many people wanted her to live, and she wanted to stay.

The peace was too tempting.

"I did not say you could leave, pitya min." *little one​

A voice, one she would readily recognize, pierced the peace. Quinn felt her heart shatter; the woman's voice and the gentle pet name drew her attention back. Something tugged at her existence; it pulled and shined brightly. She looked away, trying to head towards the other side of the room. If she walked further through the white room, maybe she could find Vesta. Was this what Vesta saw when she died? A selfish hope began to swell in her throat. It was a hope that she could finally regain what she had lost. If Quinn could find Vesta again, see her again, and be with her in the reality she had hoped to build - all of it would have meaning. Quinn continued to move towards the doorway, heading away from her Godmother and body.

"Nu riyikrauti j'us shahkû, ki aki. Shromohta sis mukda diâ tsûtri wa an ki... Nu riyikrauti j'us shahkû." *I summon you home, my love. Fill this shell and return to me...I summon you home​

More words from the woman serenaded her mind. Footsteps stopped as she let them sink in; pure sorrow clung to them, the loss of the hope her life provided. Quinn felt something fall from her eyes, warm and wet, sliding down her cheek. Slowly, she ran her fingers against her face. She was crying—was it guilt, or was it because she knew she couldn't stay here?

"I didn't want to die," She sighed with a laugh. She spoke to no one and turned her head towards the Empress. Everyone had given everything they could, and she couldn't allow their efforts to be in vain. Quinn could feel the warmth of the witch's work fixing her body. Closing her eyes, Quinn remembered the words she spoke to her kidnapper. She meant each word, and she had no intention of not fulfilling the promises she made. As easy as it would be to stay and feel the peace of death, it wasn't her time.

The Force called her home, her Mother called her home, and Quinn turned, walking towards the light that summoned her. She wanted to live not for just anyone but for herself. Hovering over Srina, Quinn reached forward, grasping the beacon of light. The room disappeared, the peace left her, and the pain returned.

Gasping, her lungs filled with air, and her heart beat against her chest. A hand reached and tightly gripped the fabric of the Mother's clothing. A new body, healed and filled with a soul renewed, Quinn's eyes opened, and life returned. Warm tears fell from her eyes as she felt the embrace of the woman who had always loved and believed in her. Her voice cracked as she hiccuped from crying. Everything hurt, but she was alive. Quinn clawed at Srina, wanting to lose herself in her Mother's warm embrace. "I'm sorry, Mama, I'm so sorry."

She continued to cry and asked for forgiveness for her failures.

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: ?
Objective: BYOO
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The shuttle hummed with the steady rhythm of its engines, a constant vibration that seemed to echo the tension within. The interior was dimly lit, its shadows dancing across the polished surfaces and muted metallic tones. House Calis guards, clad in their distinct Old Republic uniforms, stood at attention along the walls, their stoic faces betraying no emotion. Their silent presence was a stark contrast to the still figure seated at the center of the shuttle.

The unconscious rebel leader lay bound and slumped in the corner, his battered form a grim reminder of the brutality that had unfolded. His ragged breathing was the only sound that punctuated the otherwise oppressive quiet.

At the heart of it all sat the figure, shrouded in the elaborate dark robe that had become their armor. The mask, a sleek and angular facade that reflected both power and anonymity, still obscured their face. They sat unnaturally still, their hands folded in their lap, their presence commanding even in silence.

But as the shuttle broke through the planet's atmosphere, leaving the chaos of Susevfi far behind, something shifted. The figure reached up with trembling hands, their movements deliberate yet strained, as though the weight of the mask had become unbearable. Slowly, they lifted it away, revealing a face streaked with sweat and exhaustion.

Serina Calis.

Her golden blonde hair, damp and tangled, framed her pale face. Her piercing blue eyes, usually alight with ambition and resolve, now brimmed with something far more fragile. As the mask clattered softly onto the seat beside her, her composure crumbled.

The tears came without warning, a flood of raw, unrestrained emotion that she could no longer contain. Her shoulders shook as sobs tore through her, breaking the oppressive silence of the shuttle. The guards exchanged uneasy glances, their stoic masks faltering for just a moment as they witnessed their mistress's collapse.

Serina pressed her hands to her face, as if trying to hide the vulnerability that poured out of her. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, and the tears streamed down her cheeks, unchecked. She cried not with quiet restraint but with the force of someone who had carried too much for far too long.

It wasn't just the events of Susevfi—the rebellion, the betrayals, the brutal deaths. It was everything. The weight of her ambition, the prophecy that loomed over her, the unbearable loneliness of her chosen path. The guilt. The regret. The knowledge that every move she made, no matter how calculated, seemed to carve away another piece of her humanity.

Through her tears, Serina's gaze flickered to the unconscious rebel leader. For all his arrogance and foolishness, he was alive. She had chosen to spare him, not out of mercy, but because he was still a pawn in the larger game. A game she could no longer see the end of.

Her hands fell from her face, and she stared at them, trembling and pale. These were the hands of someone who had killed without hesitation, who had wielded the Dark Side with terrifying precision. Yet now they felt weak, powerless against the torrent of emotions that consumed her.

"I didn't want this…" she whispered to no one in particular, her voice breaking. "Not like this."

The shuttle remained silent, save for her sobs. The guards remained still, their eyes fixed ahead, their duty to protect her overriding any instinct to comfort. They were her soldiers, her tools, and they knew better than to intrude.

The planet Rakata Prime came into view through the shuttle's viewport, its lush, verdant surface a stark contrast to the desolation of Serina's heart. It was her refuge, her sanctuary, and yet, even there, she would find no peace. The whispers of the Dark Side would follow her, as they always did, reminding her of the path she had chosen.

As the shuttle began its descent, Serina wiped at her tears with shaking hands, her breathing gradually evening out. The sobs subsided, leaving behind a hollow ache in her chest. She reached for the mask, staring at it for a long moment before clutching it tightly in her hands.

“This is my fate.” she murmured, her voice barely audible. It was a mantra, a promise to herself, though it rang hollow even to her ears.

The shuttle landed with a soft jolt, and the guards moved to prepare for their arrival. Serina sat still for a moment longer, her mask cradled in her lap, her tear-streaked face a portrait of fragile humanity. And then, with deliberate care, she placed the mask back over her face, hiding herself once more.

By the time the ramp lowered and the guards stepped out into the humid air of Rakata Prime, the figure that emerged was no longer Serina Calis. It was the living avatar of the Dark Side, shrouded in power, veiled in mystery, and utterly untouchable.

But behind the mask, the tears had not dried.