Disciple of Animus
Objective: Rid Harnaidan of its pests.
Allies: Vallaro Kindall Leon Amun TSE & Allies
Enemies: Ryv Lucien Dooku Dorian Sicarrio NIO, GA & Allies
Equipment: In Bio
Dark Side March, Sam Kim mix
Notes: Conversing for Leon Amun bc he might not be able to get his side of the convo in / he gave permission.
Through the twin tendrils of dark hungering power, the Exiled Prince charged unflinching, meeting the Disciple of Animus head on. His draining power uncontested, the strength of his enemies satiated the living void as the carcasses of the hunt nourished a beast. Still the valiant Prince stood his ground, his ornate blade struck as lightning before the thunder of his reactivated lightsaber. The indomitable will of a hungering void clashed against the raging inferno, a duel of fates. Each score of the dancing crimson onslaught was reciprocated in kind, a scalding slash through his robes cauterizing flesh on impact, the shattering of armor under the strain of the Prince's soul-steel blade. Diametrically opposed beings stood as both unstoppable force and immovable object. A rancor's roar pitched from Venari's open maw as each strike only served to amplify his anger, his frustration that such incompetence be allowed to exist. The man had stripped away all the slightest morsels of reason until all that remained was hunger and darkness. The air around them carried the whispered breath of the Jedi Code. Feeble affirmations incapable of bringing the Jedi the peace they longed for, for they stood in the presence of the Sith, the Sith who knew that peace was in all ways, a lie. Hunger surged forth from Venari's core and demanded more, always more.
The roiling hunger saw Venari's crimson weapon collide against the Prince's own saber, sheer plasmatic power clashed again and again yet no wounds beyond a cut or glancing nick got through until the abyss guided his blade overhead. Behind the floating arsenal's extensive barrage one final avalanche of force enhanced might burst through the Lucien's defense and brought the Exiled Prince to a knee. Still more. Venari needed more; his trio of crimson blades assailed the young man's crippled barrier of blades.
Beneath his helm the Sith Lord muttered, "I shall see those chains broken. Only then shall you be free." Venari raised his weapon high once more. One way or another, the Sith Lord would see the Prince of Serenno fall.
He simply hadn't foreseen it happening so literally.
Before the cascading strike could meet his foe, the bridge gave out under the combined damage of the Exile's torpedo like attack, Vallaro's rain of fire and the Sword of the Jedi's quick handiwork. The structure crumbled into a pit of debris and an even larger cloud of dust and detritus. Within, the swollen bogan power coursing through Venari's form settled for the Sith knew the duel had ceased. Battle ready muscles released their tight grip and Firrerreon genetics saw his wounds slowly heal. The Jedi had fled into the city.
At the Sith Lord's side Vallaro's thrusters died down as Venari's faithful hunter landed. The two traded a glance before Venari spoke. "We'll let them go for now. One of them is... interesting. Fate has temped him with the ushering power of his emotion. They've already taken a beating. If they survive, he may yet avail himself his chains," he said before leaping to the lower levels.
Emerging from the towering stage of their duel, the Sith Lord accessed his team's personal channel, "Vod, we're wrapping up things on our end. We'll be exiting the plaza and rendezvousing with the legion. Meet us as soon as possible."
Ahead, Venari's task force held positions on the perimeter of the western avenue. A Sentinel jogged over to the Sith Lord and his attendant as the two approached the remaining squads and continued up the street.
"My Lord, Centurion Zapal has led the legion through a rallying force of NIO and Alliance troops. He's awaiting-"
"GET SKINNY!" Another of the legionnaires shouted as a missile collided with the battered tower further down the street behind them. With raised hands the Sith Lord willed a visible purple aura into being, a force barrier surrounding the squad who turned to face the tower collapsing in on itself. Chunks of duracrete and stone pelted the shield then fell to the pavement leaving the soldiers within unharmed. There the unit held as yet another detritus layer settled over the city streets.
"As you were saying Sentinel," Venari spoke stone-faced and calm.
A few coughs preceded the soldier's reply, "yes, yes my Lord. Centurion Zapal has carved a path down the southern front and is prepared to pincer the NIO-Alliance forward offensive. Tribune Waldar has been coordinating and awaits your orders."
"Very good Sentinel. Rally your unit, we're moving out."
"Not without me you're not," Leon boisterously bellowed.
"What took you?" The Sith Lord teased.
"Baby cakes tried to turn not one but two tricks. First had me going a moment, the second - not so much. He too fled under the might of the Murderhawke Mandalorian and the undefeated champ has better things to do than chase cowards."
"So the lot of them survived, very well. The day is not over yet."
The Sith Lord spun about, and flanked by his two hunters as well as his Xalmiris pet, led the unit toward Zapal's position. With another comms transmission he connected with Waldar. "Tribune, have Zapal commence the flank. My unit shall rally with his force and support the pincer. I believe it time we wedge these rebels from their positions and cast them out of our land," he commanded.
"Yes my Lord, I'll route an aerial asset to pave the way."
"Well done, Tribune. I'll contact you soon."
With the last of his immediate commands out, the Sith Lord pressed down the street, further into the heart of Harnaidan, for the void still hungered and their enemies had provided such a wide variety of dishes to choose from.
Allies: Vallaro Kindall Leon Amun TSE & Allies
Enemies: Ryv Lucien Dooku Dorian Sicarrio NIO, GA & Allies
Equipment: In Bio
Dark Side March, Sam Kim mix
Notes: Conversing for Leon Amun bc he might not be able to get his side of the convo in / he gave permission.
Through the twin tendrils of dark hungering power, the Exiled Prince charged unflinching, meeting the Disciple of Animus head on. His draining power uncontested, the strength of his enemies satiated the living void as the carcasses of the hunt nourished a beast. Still the valiant Prince stood his ground, his ornate blade struck as lightning before the thunder of his reactivated lightsaber. The indomitable will of a hungering void clashed against the raging inferno, a duel of fates. Each score of the dancing crimson onslaught was reciprocated in kind, a scalding slash through his robes cauterizing flesh on impact, the shattering of armor under the strain of the Prince's soul-steel blade. Diametrically opposed beings stood as both unstoppable force and immovable object. A rancor's roar pitched from Venari's open maw as each strike only served to amplify his anger, his frustration that such incompetence be allowed to exist. The man had stripped away all the slightest morsels of reason until all that remained was hunger and darkness. The air around them carried the whispered breath of the Jedi Code. Feeble affirmations incapable of bringing the Jedi the peace they longed for, for they stood in the presence of the Sith, the Sith who knew that peace was in all ways, a lie. Hunger surged forth from Venari's core and demanded more, always more.
The roiling hunger saw Venari's crimson weapon collide against the Prince's own saber, sheer plasmatic power clashed again and again yet no wounds beyond a cut or glancing nick got through until the abyss guided his blade overhead. Behind the floating arsenal's extensive barrage one final avalanche of force enhanced might burst through the Lucien's defense and brought the Exiled Prince to a knee. Still more. Venari needed more; his trio of crimson blades assailed the young man's crippled barrier of blades.
Beneath his helm the Sith Lord muttered, "I shall see those chains broken. Only then shall you be free." Venari raised his weapon high once more. One way or another, the Sith Lord would see the Prince of Serenno fall.
He simply hadn't foreseen it happening so literally.
Before the cascading strike could meet his foe, the bridge gave out under the combined damage of the Exile's torpedo like attack, Vallaro's rain of fire and the Sword of the Jedi's quick handiwork. The structure crumbled into a pit of debris and an even larger cloud of dust and detritus. Within, the swollen bogan power coursing through Venari's form settled for the Sith knew the duel had ceased. Battle ready muscles released their tight grip and Firrerreon genetics saw his wounds slowly heal. The Jedi had fled into the city.
At the Sith Lord's side Vallaro's thrusters died down as Venari's faithful hunter landed. The two traded a glance before Venari spoke. "We'll let them go for now. One of them is... interesting. Fate has temped him with the ushering power of his emotion. They've already taken a beating. If they survive, he may yet avail himself his chains," he said before leaping to the lower levels.
Emerging from the towering stage of their duel, the Sith Lord accessed his team's personal channel, "Vod, we're wrapping up things on our end. We'll be exiting the plaza and rendezvousing with the legion. Meet us as soon as possible."
Ahead, Venari's task force held positions on the perimeter of the western avenue. A Sentinel jogged over to the Sith Lord and his attendant as the two approached the remaining squads and continued up the street.
"My Lord, Centurion Zapal has led the legion through a rallying force of NIO and Alliance troops. He's awaiting-"
"GET SKINNY!" Another of the legionnaires shouted as a missile collided with the battered tower further down the street behind them. With raised hands the Sith Lord willed a visible purple aura into being, a force barrier surrounding the squad who turned to face the tower collapsing in on itself. Chunks of duracrete and stone pelted the shield then fell to the pavement leaving the soldiers within unharmed. There the unit held as yet another detritus layer settled over the city streets.
"As you were saying Sentinel," Venari spoke stone-faced and calm.
A few coughs preceded the soldier's reply, "yes, yes my Lord. Centurion Zapal has carved a path down the southern front and is prepared to pincer the NIO-Alliance forward offensive. Tribune Waldar has been coordinating and awaits your orders."
"Very good Sentinel. Rally your unit, we're moving out."
"Not without me you're not," Leon boisterously bellowed.
"What took you?" The Sith Lord teased.
"Baby cakes tried to turn not one but two tricks. First had me going a moment, the second - not so much. He too fled under the might of the Murderhawke Mandalorian and the undefeated champ has better things to do than chase cowards."
"So the lot of them survived, very well. The day is not over yet."
The Sith Lord spun about, and flanked by his two hunters as well as his Xalmiris pet, led the unit toward Zapal's position. With another comms transmission he connected with Waldar. "Tribune, have Zapal commence the flank. My unit shall rally with his force and support the pincer. I believe it time we wedge these rebels from their positions and cast them out of our land," he commanded.
"Yes my Lord, I'll route an aerial asset to pave the way."
"Well done, Tribune. I'll contact you soon."
With the last of his immediate commands out, the Sith Lord pressed down the street, further into the heart of Harnaidan, for the void still hungered and their enemies had provided such a wide variety of dishes to choose from.
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