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

[Gerwald Lechner]

TAG: Quinn Varanin | Kaila Irons | Srina Talon | Trayze Tesar | Darth Carnifex | Astrid pentoghast | Adeline Noctua | Tamsin Graves | Kirie | Iuuna Talon | @I'm sorry if I missed anyone

The Dread Wolf watched as those carrying Quinn Varanin made their way onto his ship. She had been hurt, but beyond that it was what Gerwald had not know about her which made him fret. She was… force born? Being disconnected from the force as she had been was something which was not good for her. The Wolf had not known, but he should have, especially since she was on his ship and under his care. Quinn should have told him, hell, the Empress should have told him. SOMEONE should have told him.

Gerwald did not need to contain his anger, there rebel faces he could take it out on. The hammer bashed from skull to face as he moved about to keep the path clear. Once everyone was on board, the Wolf ran back up the ramp.

“GET US OUT OF HERE!”

The command to his pilot was direct. They would head to the Mors Mon where Srina Talon would be waiting for them. Gerwald was not looking forward to his meeting. Whether it was in front of everyone or if it would be later in private, the Wolf would have to give an account as to why she had been allowed to go to the planet. Yet, they both knew his presence would have made matters worse where Quinn was involved. Susevfi would have seen the return of the wolf as an act of violence. They had little option that to allow Quinn to try.

Sith failed or they succeeded. The rebels of Susevfi made the mistake of turning to violence themselves.

They invited it.

Srina commanded it.

It had been fortunate for him the Empress was fixated on Quinn. She would see to helping Quinn find her place in the force once more. If the Echani could reach into the Nether and bring Naedira Darcrath back to life, then she could accomplish this. If she needed to draw from Gerwald to do it, then so be it.

“I am responsible to aid in her recovery as long as she remains pledged to my warband. Take from me if you must.”

Others made the offer as well. Whatever the Empress needed to help her, she would have it.

Relief washed over the Wolf when Quinn spoke. Signs of life were good. It meant the Echani had a fighting chance, and the princess would fight. It was in her nature. Her kind were fighters. If anyone had taught Gerwald that, it was Srina. Quinn would overcome, because she had to. When she gasped for air, breathed, Gerwald turned his head back toward the planet.

He turned back to see Quinn and Srina embrace. Gerwald watched the Kiffar which had joined them. He seemed… drained. He canted his head to be sure if he was okay.

The Dread Wolf looked up to the tower which was the Butcher King, Darth Carnifex . If there was a fight to be had, if there was a planet to bring to heel, he would do it.

Gerwald nodded to the Empress, “My lady.”

He stepped toward the Butcher King.

“Lord Carnifex. I fear it has been too long since we spilled blood together on Echnos. If Susevfi is to be an example, shall we set it together?”

 

[Alina Tremiru]

".. Something like that."

Alina paused as she followed Dio below, glancing briefly to her wrist. It was that time already? She clicked her tongue. Outright destruction of the world seemed fitting, but it would erase the answers she was here for. A heavy sigh escaped her before she looked back to the surface. "They're positioning to blow up the city. You'll have to forgive this being cut so, so short, but I'd rather not get bombarded. You should get your men out."

Well. They were cockroaches. Not all, but enough would survive for her to use. She made her way back up, though her expression was far more somber. At least this meant Quinn had been saved.

Diodoros

 

[Kaila Irons]

Location: Mors Mons
Wearing: Armor
Tag: Quinn Varanin Srina Talon Gerwald Lechner Trayze Tesar Astrid pentoghast Adeline Noctua

It wasn't reason which stopped the force scream of shrieking through the skies. It wasn't because she deafened her own men nor because she could feel The Empress coming.

It was the frigid touch of Adeline Noctua which brought her senses back.

"What is it you desire?" The sangnir said.

Kaila took a few short breaths, chest heaving as she continued to stare at Quinn's lifeless body in her arms. She'd never seen the princess so pale, never seen her doll-like eyes so aptly match that description. Her beautiful princess, even in death, her grace was not diminished. But she was gone, and and the world had been robbed. She would never forgive herself nor Susevfi.

"Make them suffer." Darth Anathemous whispered with the last of strength.

"Make them gone."

The rest of the shuttle ride was a blur. Trayze Tesar never ceased in his duty to save the princess, even the witch, Astrid pentoghast went about her work. Kaila didn't notice.

Someone asked for room, and the young Darth scarcely blinked.

"She said not to leave her."

"She said not to leave her."​

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"She said-"​

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Even as Srina Talon approached she continued her mantra for a moment, refusing to let go of Quinn's hand even when returned to her mother. They were all given room, at arm's length from the lord of Echnos even, but she never let go. She promised she wouldn't go.

It was obvious to anyone who looked what was happening, even long after her tears had stopped, the streaks through her bloodied face could hardly dry, her eyes never leaving the princess even as the moisture in their corners refused to dry. She no longer cared if they all knew she loved her, in fact she cared little for anything anymore. Even before The Empress who had entrusted her with the power of a true sith, even before her former master, Darth Carnifex , she no longer cared who saw her weakness.

She was utterly unresponsive.

Not until Quinn gasped anew, and Kaila too felt like she could breath again. Her tears were given new life and new reason, but so too were her thoughts. And even as she selfishly desired to hold and kiss her love, she hesitantly let go of her hand, realizing that Quinn needed her mother more than she needed Kaila. And that she didn't deserve to be the one to welcome her back.

She was back, that's all that mattered.

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[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio

Location | Susevfi

Tag | Kaila Irons Darth Carnifex Srina Talon Trayze Tesar Quinn Varanin

The creature of the void nods, a simple snap of a finger summoning forth a demonic contract.. One Adeline was all too eager to take. There would be no fancy onyx pen needed this time, for it would be the burning hatred and selfish desire to sacrifice all within the city that painted the bloody ink to finish the deal.

In mere moments the contract was signed and sealed, Kaila's name so boldly marked into the page.

"Then it is settled, the contract done. All souls innocent or not within the city are now henceforth marked for sacrifice."

With the pact made, she would step back through the door. And as that blackened gateway had shut, Kaila knew the fate she herself had sealed for every single remaining soul.

The streets grew dark, lights flickering before their very light was strangled from them. There was a strange silence hovering over the city, the sword of Damocles hung high... With the thread bound to snap at any moment.

The silence lingered for a time, many eyes watching as the grand ship above was about to wipe them. The building fear manifesting in a form all could see from either the Mors Mon, or down within the panicked streets below.

A shadow apparition grew in size, dread wings blanketing the city as a massive red eyes set its deathly red gaze upon the marked.

Everything grew dark as they came, the many hands that stretched and reached out from the darkness that was quickly creeping in, sinking and soaking into the city itself.

It would be within those final moments of manic hysteria that the final death knell would ring for them all. The void pushing in right as the bombardment landed, the aspect of nightmare spreading her dread wings wide as she let out a deafening roar to shake the very heavens.

As the fires spread and all was but rubble and ash, the lady of nightmare was here to collect what was marked as hers. Dark hands and tendrils sure to snatch the souls of all who had died. Every morsel greedily being shoved within her dreaded read maw, all sent to to a fate worse than death.. For there was never any peace to be found when devoured by Adeline, only a never ending purgatory.

The very force in the air was taken, snatched and clawed as if it had been set up on by a ravenous beast.

The galaxy had seen such things before, with the last instance being from that of the world eater.. Kyrel Ren

It was years ago that she had opened his cursed Holocron, and today she would us a fraction of what she had learned.

After some time the massive shadowy figure would fade away, butchering and devouring all that had been marked for sacrifice.

Kaila had gotten what she desired.










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[Astrid pentoghast]

Objective 2
tag: Quinn Varanin / Kaila Irons / Trayze Tesar / Adeline Noctua / Srina Talon / Gerwald Lechner
Equipment: Liber Infernalis / random dead jedis lightsabers

as Astrid had finished healing quinns physical body she had backed away letting those who loved her stay near. She didn't speak she just stood there watching she was glad it worked out in the end but knew when her presence wasn't needed anymore as she stood there as she walked by Darth Carnifex As she disappeared into green mist as she left the mors mon and reappeared in her lab with notes everywhere.

(Exit post)

 

[Tamsin Graves]

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

The words home linger in her mind as she walked back to the ship, Zero hadn't left as instructed. Why hadn't that droid left this city was damned, all it's inhabitants would be purged the Demon had shown her. Yet the little droid had remained condemning himself to the same fate as she had condemned herself too. Why? She couldn't fathom why anyone would stay unless they were among the dead or dying or willing to die.

Step by step she made her way to the ship feeling the loneliness that the demon had bathed her in. That emptiness it wanted her to feel, the cold darkness of the heart seeping into the bones and muscles as the veins pumped blood. She couldn't hear the cataclysm of the coming darkness but she could feel and see the darkness descending over the ruined city.

The void felt comforting as it consumed the city, and yet it did not touch her. The demon protected her from the fate of so many lives. She could feel their pain, suffer, and death. Yet she did not care for a single one of them in that moment. She didn't hate them or even wish their deaths she just didn't care they were insignificant tools of the will and not worthy of the lives they had been given.

As the city was being consumed Tamsin did not even feel fear, even though she knew with out the demon she would have been enveloped and annihilated wholly. She didn't understand how the demon was able to do this as all life was being extinguished around her and even asked. "How?" but it only answered back. "Home." Where was home even?

Tamsin did not know where home was, no idea who she really was. Her foot stepped up the ramp of the ship and she did not look back at the damned city as she entered the ship the ramp closing behind her. Through the corridors of the ship she walked towards the cockpit she did not run just a slow methodical pace towards the cockpit. Feeling everything around her on this dying world, like she had felt it before long ago.

Kaila was alive, that should have brought joy to her, but it didn't she felt nothing in that moment. As she made it to the cockpit and slipped into her seat looking over at zero. He must have been beep, bwoop, and whizzing like crazy but she could not hear him. "Kaila is alive." She said to him no emotion in her voice as she said it. "We need to leave, this city is in ruination, damned for eternity." She punched a few buttons on the consule and the ship began to take off. The poison of mind and emptiness of the heart felt peaceful, but it was not meant to last just to give Tamsin a taste of freedom from everything for a minute so she could see what she might become. Her head laid back into the seat and she closed her eyes feeling the consumption of the city, the extinguishing of life, and the annihilation of souls. All of it was because of Kaila and then tears ran down her face as the emptiness faded away but she could still feel all the pain and suffering. The demon made the agony linger on so she would never forget the peace she felt for a moment.

"Remember child, you are not one of them. They will abandon you, but I will always be here to make you stronger."

The ship fled the city at full throttle heading for space. Tamsin's thoughts now lingering on Kaila and wondering if the demon spoke true doubt creeping in as to her masters loyalty to the oath they made to each other the poison starting to set in.

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

It was a small miracle that his blade's tip had not broken or dulled as its clanger echoed along the long hallways of the colossal vessel he found himself in. They were dark hallways, lit only with the ambience of artificial lights that seemed more to be fighting against the overwhelming darkness rather than truly exhibiting luminance. Another dent was upon the durasteel floors, as he pulled himself forward, the Sith Steel making its mark against its lesser cousin, as the blade shook with the effort of his continued push.

His breath was heavy as he dragged himself ever forward. A groan echoed along the walls, the walls that led to ever greater heights of places that his mind held not the fortitude to fathom, as he scraped forward ever still, his mind was a haze, dulled where his sword was not, he did not remember Susevfi, many minds usurped his will, taking the throne that was his brain, as simply, he followed the mantra which had had been his since his earliest memories.

Move forward.

He hissed, a low hiss beneath his breath, serpentine in his nature, as his legs lumbered forward, a spasm shaking across the lower half of his body, as the blood pooled beneath him, a track of it, originating from the very moment he had entered the ship. He had not been alone in his journey, crew and soldiers alike had bypassed, quick to give him looks of some sort, quick to shield their gaze, once his blood-born eyes gazed back.

Even in this state, none of them would challenge a Dark Councillor. Or perhaps they simply had no wish to try, his blade might have been scraping along the ground, but his eyes.

His eyes framed with the blood that was as much his, as they were of so many others...

...His eyes told them that he would have no hesitation in taking their lives if they stopped him from his query.

His vision was glossed with wet, clear and red, but still, as if some man in a desert dying of thirst, he pulled himself ever forward, the steel echo breaking across the artificial atmosphere of the ship's hull, that man was carried forward with faith, with desperation, he... was not so different he supposed, he coughed, as a spurt of viscous burgundian liquid shot forth out of him to land on the ground. His vision was blinding, his head was hazy, but for as much as he could barely feel the rest of his body...

...His heart was aflame.

The man in the desert clawed forward out of faith and desperation, Malum clawed forth as in his soul, he could feel...

...He could feel her...

...She who had been gone for hours, she who held in him the providence that had him set it all aflame, she whose absence in that arena where he had last felt her presence, had him burn it all to cinders in a rabid bid to return control to what was instead a spiral. He knew loss, Bogan he knew loss. But this... but when he had not felt her when he had not seen her...

...He lost part of himself.

Srina's order had meant nothing to him, he could barely remember what it had said, could barely register the words of the one he held such dear affection for... nothing mattered in that moment, nothing but the coldness, the chill, of absence.

Then he felt her again. Felt her, and gained breath once more, the Mors Mon had been just as inhospitable as Yumfla... but at least on the ship he was given a broad breadth, and just as a man faithful and desperate may indeed find his oasis, Malum, brought here by the promise of truth, the promise of knowledge.

The promise of her safety.

Saw the light of the infirmary.

He heaved a heavy breath, as he pulled himself up fully onto his feet, unsteady legs requiring his blade act as third, as he stood shaking, as the pain clamoured across skin, muscle, and bone, as the blood dripped down upon the floor, still the heavy stain behind him pooling. He breathed out heavily through his nostrils, the smell of copper wafting through the air with nothing else, as he leaned against the wall of the hull.

Before he found himself falling.

He collapsed down onto the durasteel with an almighty thud, a groan leaving his lips, as the weakness took him.

It did not matter, nothing much did.

He found his grip ever strong on the beskar hilt of the blade, the Sith Steel hissing at him, as the emotions around him swirled in ever powerful tornado, filling him as much as the blood pumped heavy across every limb, the blood inside, as much as the blood outside, pulling himself forward. Scraping along the path laid out for him.

For the light was overwhelming now, to travel this road in darkness, and now to finally see the light at the end.

He pulled himself forward, finding himself at the entrance.

Many souls filled the room, many a familiar, but in this moment...

...At this moment...

A great and almighty groan filled the room, as eyes turned towards him, they bore witness to a sight indeed, arising from the ground, like some spectrous wraith, long raven locks were matted with the drying remnants of humanity, framing a mask cracked in the centre, but ever familiar, leading downwards to armour dented, broken, cracked, and stained, a form shaking in its attempt to stand, as hidden eyes held only target one person in that room.

But for all spectators, the most vergant trait, the one impossible to ignore was simply...

...The man was entirely drenched in blood. From raven hair to blacken boots, all of it was covered in the viscous, coppery, red liquid that each in this room knew very well. Drenched to such vast degree, that the man who so often had made black his colour... might have been better done with red.

The blade clattered to the ground, as he launched himself forward, ignoring all others here, he gripped onto the bedpost with deepest desperation.

"...Quinn..." He whispered a voice as quiet, as it was desperate, as shaken, as it was...

...Relieved.

Quinn Varanin Srina Talon Trayze Tesar Kaila Irons Adeline Noctua

 

[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 | Darth Malum of House Marr | (Sorry if I missed you)

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She almost didn't feel him.

Trayze Tesar was a darklit candle holding out against the terror of an invisible tempest so strong that the metal bones of the Mors Mon groaned and ached from the strain. It was interesting that her instincts didn't regard him as an enemy, thankful, for his future that her frigid nature thought not to test his morality. She was slow to hear the words, slower, to understand them. Her arms were wrapped around the corpse of a youngling that she had cared for since infancy, refusing, to be removed.

It was so clear…Now.

The efforts of Inspector Lieutenant Tesar made the punishing power of the Dark Side temporarily stabilize to become the beacon she required. The call to pull her child home resonated in the fiber of her being while the doctor behind her began to shake her head. If something didn't change for the status of the Princess soon there would be no point in life saving measures. When the brain didn't receive enough oxygen, cells died, and function became impaired. One minute had passed.

Three minutes had passed.

Five minutes was closing in.

"Empress…She is gone—"

Srina tore her shoulder away from the doctor and hovered protectively around Quinn Varanin in the same way a dragon might curl around its egg. The offering from Gerwald Lechner was made and while she might have normally spoken with him, greeted him, she could only focus on one thing. The witch had repaired her body. Brought back her soul. Srina, selfishly, would pin it to her body like a child collecting butterflies might pin them to a wall. She was dimly aware of Kaila Irons holding on to her little one but it wasn't something she could acknowledge.

Soft whispers to the body in her arms in High Sith might have sounded cruel and empty were really parts of a long-lost sonnet. She had read it in one of the many books that Darth Carnifex owned on the Malsheem and had taken it for nonsensical cultural importance at the time. It hadn't meant anything. It meant something now, derived, from a ritual to sweetly ensnare a soul. There was so much power within her small frame that her eyes grew distant, seeing, without sight.

Little crackles of electricity snapped while gravity began to shift, lifting her hair, her bloodstained cloak ever so slightly. Time stopped when Quinn breathed. It broke, shattering, with her exhale.

"Ki ardiras…"

Sith were often temperamental, selfish, and incredibly possessive. Srina played a clever game of avoidance and omission but she had the same flaws that any of them did. There were things she would move heaven and earth for. There were things she would wage war for—crack planets for. The flaxen-haired princess in her arms was one of those things. She didn't move while the young woman gasped for air and her chest rose and fell for the first time in what felt like an eternity. The Empress clung to her child with distant eyes that had been hollowed out by the Dark Side but there was an intensity in her touch that defied words. The icy composure that Srina Talon was known for never cracked but there was something terrifying in her silence. Where agony departed—Unfettered rage filled that space. Filled her heart. But Quinn…Quinn was crying. Srina leaned down to whisper against hair of white-gold and lifted her hand only to brush away her tears from dirt and blood speckled cheeks. "Hush, my darling…"

"I have you, now. Nothing will harm you…Nothing."

Her tone was soothing, but there was a razor's edge to it—something dark, something furious. This galaxy did not deserve the sobbing young woman in her arms and Srina would not hesitate to burn it to keep her in it. There was a loyalty there, love, that was beyond anything most would ever know. The older Echani had been but a shell, a soldier, before the Queen had tasked her with looking after daughters. Srina had bonded with Quinn almost immediately. The other one… Was just that.

The other one.

As Quinn continued to weep, unaware of their audience, she began to run pale fingers through her hair to ease her pain. It was comfort that her child would understand, a maternal gesture, that betrayed the absolute venom that seeped through her words. She nuzzled her cheek against Quinn's forehead in a manner that was almost birdlike. So protective, so inhuman. She unhooked her cloak slowly and wrapped it around the princess as best she could. She would grow cold, when the adrenaline of her tragedy wore off. When shock set in anew. Her injuries had been mended, physically, but there were other wounds to consider.

The one's that people…couldn't see.

Her eyes drew up and aureate orbs flickered through the Sith that had assembled, their faces a mix between tension, and the utmost relief. Their Empress, who never faltered, who rarely displayed even the barest flicker of emotion, now openly cradled her godchild in an uncharacteristic public display of attachment. It should have been sweet. Heartfelt. Instead…It was terrifying, because beneath that tender embrace was a volcano of restrained wrath.

This should have never happened. ​

Srina's voice cut through the stunned silence of the docking bay, addressing those present, while her unnatural eyes returned to Quinn. "This is what it means to be mine…", she murmured, her tone cold and sharper than any blade. "She is mine. Let there be no doubt of the atrocities I will personally commit should someone think to harm her. You may think me selfish, insane, or otherwise impaired but I invite anyone to challenge me. I will show you…"

"How impaired, I am."

Her face remained blank as she spoke, but her words were filled with a quiet, vicious promise. The strength of the energy that rolled through her like a live wire would become suffocating, doubly so, because of how much she had drawn from Darth Carnifex . It gave her a simple taste of the power that he held with his limiters intact. Srina, had no such support. She had no binder. She had no tattoo or rune to keep her from taking in too much and blowing away half the 2nd Legion that surrounded the Mors Mon—So her anger needed to cool. To freeze, to stop, until it could be managed.

Srina ran her fingers through Quinn's hair again. So very…gentle. Every shuddering breath was met with another piece of physical contact. It was their language, after all.

No one would take her children away from her.

Not the Force, not Fate, and sure as hell, not death… Not when she was present to defy it.

"Come…Let the doctor see you."

It was a rather general statement, though, she knew Quinn would likely fight it. Srina did not want to let the young woman go, but she would have to settle for not letting her out of her sight, for now.

"All of you."

An amendment for those who had been injured in their work. Her eyes flickered over Kaila Irons and Trayze Tesar but there was a disturbance with some of the medical staff that had assembled in the docking bay. She recognized his presence but the sight of him, this way, was an anomaly. At first the eye sought to deceive, making him seem, as if he had been caught in a rainstorm. It was only after breathing inward that she noted the scent of iron and flesh. Darth Malum of House Marr was covered from head to toe in blood. A thick layer, it seemed, as it had already begun to congeal.

His weapon fell to the floor and he grabbed the post of one of the repulsorlift cots.

Trying to get closer.

Srina recognized the relief in him, knowing, it was kindred to so many in this room. So many Sith had come while she handled the rebellion itself in efforts to save one, young, Sith Princess.

The things they were capable of when they stopped going for each other's throats was staggering.

"Find a bed, Malum. You're of no use to my daughter if you can't stand up straight."

The words were sharp, but, not without some measure of partiality. Her corrupted gaze swept over the medical staff that began to move to help those who needed it. Quinn would find that a cot waited for her while Srina did her best to ease her into in, never, letting her go. Some part of her. Fingers entwining, she looked toward Darth Carnifex and Gerwald Lechner . "My orders still stand…I expect to be able to see that city burning from orbit come nightfall."

"Do not make a game of it. If you come across her captors execute them on sight. When that is through you will behead the Governor in this sector and find me a suitable replacement."

As the Empress stood with the cot that held Quinn…She wavered. Not, because she was weakened but because the amount of power she had taken in was staggering. The only thing that kept it in check was the flimsy barrier of her skin. Still—She moved fluidly, with grace.

As if nothing had ever happened.

Not because she was heartless…But because it was what the Empire required. She could not feel. She could not think. She could only act—And as the leading power in this sector had failed?

She would put this rebellion in the ground.

 

[Darth Imperius]

Susevfi | Capital

• Objective: 1. Let Them Eat Cake
• Tags:
  • Allied: Credius Nargath | Srina Talon
  • Adversary: Rebels of Susevfi | Nepotism & Favoritism
• Theme: The King

He was heading towards the central broadcasting station with his retinue when the 'castle' made planetfall and the fury of the Empress hit the planet. The feed was blown up by reports of the new forces, by the changing nature of the fight - all down to the new orders given in fury and rage. Even if it was taking several minutes till the crackdown turned into an extermination, the mood in the air, that feeling, that sensitivity changed immediately. Where the droids previously were tactical, they became systematic, where the Graug where brutal, they became cruel. The nuance would be lost to the butchers themselves as well as to those not having ordered exterminations before, but Imperius knew the difference.

His droids and landed forces followed the order he relayed reluctantly. Instead of destroying their hopes and ideals, the rebels would now simply be eradicated. Did he see sense in eradication? He did. Did he see sense in subjugation? He did indeed. Did he see the reason to cover up failure and emotional investment by a demonstration of force so ridiculous it can only be down to the most simple and flawed emotion of - whatever it was, love, loss, anger, family - it was the same to him. He did not see it.

Stopped dead in his tracks and following the stream of information into his brain, Darth Imperius saw how his droids and soldiers killed the herded 'innocent' without hesitation and without logic or cause. The Sith Empire was a cruel and brutal place, it knew no limits to violence and should have had little regard for personal emotions, but what it was not, was wasteful. The Outer Rim could not hope to compete consistently with the Core, it never could. The purchasing power, manufacturing capability and simple population supremacy was too much to throw away people, to burn fuel and blow up infrastructure. It was not methodical. It was not reasonable.

The Dark Lord shut his mind from the waste of his surroundings and headed back to his shuttle, also ordering his troops to remove themselves from the planet, all of them and return to the warship in orbit at once. A quick mind impulse was also sent to the captain of the Dark King, to prepare for departure at once and head for Karfeddion.

Darth Imperius would not rest until the Sith Empire was an engine of war, perfected for its purpose and cleansed of everything and everyone who was standing in its way of triumph.

~ Final Post ~

Equipment
| Lightsaber | Greatsword | Armor | Amulet | Shuttle |​

 

[Trayze Tesar]

OBJECTIVE 2: Save the Clown​

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CURRENT MISSION - Have I Played The Part Well?
Immediate Goals -
1: Then Dismiss Me With Applause.

BLUFOR - Quinn Varanin || Iuuna Talon || Gerwald Lechner || Eira Dyn || Kaila Irons || Astrid pentoghast || Darth Malum of House Marr

OPFOR - There are no enemies here.

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

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The rudder was torn, the strands of anchoring were loosed one by one, and it was only by fortune that he swayed just away the coiling form of the Dread Empress. His body now could relax, the last coherent sparks in his mind realizing that she was safe. She was home.

It was over.

The Force relaxed within him, settling in his very bones, the rapid mustering quieting into long clamored for rest. His ears rang, and though his gradually clouded eyes saw the lips of the Dread Empress move, to command them, he did not fear nor bow - for the last pulsating strand of the Force that had been used as a lifeline to the Princess told him all he needed to know.

She was home.

"Not yet..." he spoke aloud, the line between inner monologue and verbal galvanization was now nonexistent. "Not 'till she's safe. Not 'till the job's done..." Madness could go so far, but now it would be designated as madness, for peace and respite would come in Mors Mons. To Trayze, he was the epitome of the battered but dutiful soldier, but to those who could see, he swayed, spoke aloud to will his body just a little more, refusing to seek medical attention to himself until one last question was answered.

In his mind, he remained stoic, even now - but Srina would see the tired, warm smile usually found on those who's hard work was worth it, or among midwives who had brought forth new life into this Galaxy. There was no suppressed emotion, there was joy, relief, and respect for all that this group had done to bring the Princess home. With a snap of his boots - the discipline of the Peacekeeping Academy unbreaking, and rousing the swaying limbs to stalwart attention, he asked the first question. "...She'll be well, Your Grace?" the second, after the first, would be "...With your leave, Your Grace?"

Whether the Dread Empress would answer him verbally, or through the cold, courtly poise of the Force, he would give one last salute, turning about face, and moving down the hallway to the first familiar presence he noticed. For nine paces, Trayze Tesar was a phoenix of resolute discipline, pulling from his wracked form an upteenth wind to bear proper decorum in addressing the Empress - no, a Mother. It was when he found Malum that it changed, the satisfied grin turned into a loopy sort of grin - toothy, and full of pride and well-meaning one-upmanship reserved for younger siblings finally triumphing over their superiors.

After those nine paces, exhaustion reminded him that he should rest, and decided to rest now that he knew that there was nothing more he could do. The last he could feel before unconsciousness was the coolness of the durasteel on his skin, with the steady sting of his nerves lightly reminding him the pain of falling face-first onto the floor. His eyes fuzzied on the figures that may or may not rush to pick him up, the smile of a job well done yet to leave his face... Closing his eyes, he allowed his body to rest.

With that, it was over.