Faction Shadows of Ascension | SO/SAO

[Ellissanthia]

Location: Waystation Oasis
Objective: II. Broken Aegis
Sub-Objective: Secure Texts, Relics, and Artifacts
Tag: Serina Calis

The station unfolded before them, hallways expanding into junctions and junctions leading into shadows which lit up as the group stepped into them. All the while, Ellissanthia continued to listen to the woman’s words, her pointed, webbed ears twitching with understanding as she mulled over their implications.

Failure was not a weakness, and weakness was an illusion.

And yet, for one whose life had been defined by failure, the message was as bewildering as it was liberating. The Undine had questions, but for the moment, she bade them silent. Instead, she took in the woman’s other statement, defining power not as raw strength, but the ability to adapt, weave influence, hold restraint, and to shape reality.

In contrast to the woman’s first message, the next one was easy for Ellissanthia to understand and accept. A feral beast held power within its jaws, which were capable of rending prey limb from limb. However, such a creature lacked restraint and the ability to adapt to unconventional circumstances. That made it only a beast, therefore subject to the will of those who might lack sharp claws or teeth, yet trumped it in restraint and adaptability.

Ellissanthia nodded in quiet understanding before the woman made a sharp turn at the junction point, thereby venturing deeper into the station. Not one to be left behind, the Undine followed in her wake. However, it was only then that her finely-honed senses lit up with the promise of danger. She came to an immediate halt, before a premonition suddenly pressed itself into her awareness. Blaster bolts tearing out from the shadows, with one striking her in the back of the skull to send her form crumpling to the ground like a marionette with its strings cut.

“Ambush!”

Right on cue, the hidden assailants attacked, at which point Ellissanthia spun around and brought up her left hand to send the incoming blaster bolts veering off-course and into the nearby walls via subtle telekinetic manipulation. All the while, her violet-hued gaze lit up to pierce through the darkness, the forms of the assailants lighting up within her perception like lights on a tree. However, within such close quarters, her affinities were far too destructive to harness if unleashed without restraint. Thus, the Undine briefly closed her eyes, tapping into the ambient Dark Side energy perfusing within the station without drawing too deep. Then, touching her index and middle fingers together, she extended her arm towards a male Human assailant and willed a controlled Burst to explode out from her fingers. However, rather than taking the shape of a sphere, it instead manifested as a narrow, concentrated beam, striking its target with the force of a large-caliber projectile.

Her target was immediately pulverized, his chest caved as if crushed by a massive, invisible boulder.

From there, Ellissanthia leveled her arm towards another assailant—a male Twi’lek—and unleashed a second pinpoint Burst with much the same results. In the seconds that followed, she struck down a third, fourth, and fifth assailant, their mangled, broken forms sent flying several meters back before crashing lifelessly to the floor.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit Mk. II
  
  • Boots
    
    • FAE/A-14 Energized Foot Gear
      
      • Jetboot Thrusters Removed
  • Helmet
    
    • FAE/U-06 Collapsing Mirrors
  • Miscellaneous Equipment
    
    • FAE/C-04 Dermal Hydration System
    • FAE/U-01 "Serenity" Anti-Signal Field System
  • Aesthetic and Accouterments
    
    • All White Coloring
    • Eclipse Sect Symbol - Left Breast
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Standard Lightsaber
  
  • Purple Blade
• Supernal Infusion Vials
• Spirit Anchor Talisman

 

[Darth Imperius]

Waystation Oasis | Hangar

• Objective: I. Oasis Purged
• Tags:
  • Allied: Open for interaction
  • Adversary: Raged Populace
• Theme: Disposal Unit

It screamed, it yelled, it roared. Anathema was hungry and desired to be kissed by blood and fire. But it was denied. It was denied so often, the blade that pumped the same life through its metal cores as its wielder. The real and false son slain to harden it. It was pain. It was terror. It was both incarnate. The sword knew it was the ultimate tool to bring anyone into the cold embrace of death, to reunite them with the Force that its owner was the master of. And yet it was denied!

Darth Imperius' lightsaber hummed, the red blade crackling in its hollow and deep way, large and unstable as it was, it was powerful. Just holding it was sharpening the senses of the Dark Lord, just having it gave the man pain, pain only someone who had felt love once could feel. It was terrible, it was a dagger into the heart, the way the Betrayer's Focus was created. Not that Imperius ever felt this sweet embrace of loving someone and being loved - he had never felt it and believed he was actually not capable of it. The only devotion and embrace he knew, was that what his Emperor had offered him so long ago, now cold and so distant, that it was little more than a fading memory.

It made no difference. At least not to those who died felled by the weapon he wielded. There was no finesse, just simple execution. Darth Imperius felt the empowerment of the Seed of Rage, the prototype he had created and he felt how it had turned the station and its people to mindless butchers. Anyone could butcher, anyone could slaughter. It was in their veins, everyones', and not a feat worthy of recognition or applause.

The group was marching down the ramp of the Vehemence and immediately started with its cleansing work. Their march seemed to not hold, to be unstoppable, a wave of violence that was the crown jewel of the brutality that was brought to the place. With two Extremis Paladins at his side, both wielding Extremis Greatswords and four Terminus Knights, all equipped to deal with nothing short of annihilation, the Heir of Tenebrae marched into the bowels of Waystation Oasis.

They left behind a path carved in pure violence, the Knights Tenebrus knowing neither mercy nor limits, and nor does Imperius. It was not an act of callousness or intention, it was something that had to be done. The reports of his allies sending in small groups of forces to test and scout was meeting no approval in his mind. This was not a tactical situation that require finesse and superior maneuvering. This was the Sith's home ground now and it was in their element they were to beat the enemy, not make it a problem of logic and reason.

When given the chance to utilise their ultimate strength, then they better not waste a moment of it and relish in its embrace.

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

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: ???
Tag: Ellissanthia
​

The ambush unfolded like a poorly rehearsed play, predictable in its execution and doomed in its result. Serina did not flinch as blaster fire erupted from the shadows, nor did her guards break formation. The House Calis soldiers, clad in armor that mirrored the elegance and practicality of Old Republic designs, moved with an almost eerie synchronicity, their helmets turning to track the source of the attack but their weapons remaining holstered. It was not arrogance, but absolute confidence—an unspoken trust in both their mistress and their own readiness to handle any threat.

One of the assailants managed a shot that veered dangerously close to Serina's side. Without hesitation, one of her guards shifted his body to intercept the bolt, the blast scoring a clean burn across the shoulder plate of his armor. The move was calculated, precise, and entirely devoid of hesitation. He remained in formation, unshaken, as if nothing had happened.

Serina's lips curled into a slow, predatory smile as she turned her head toward him, her voice dripping with licentious amusement. "Taking a shot for me? How gallant. Shall I reward you with a kiss, or perhaps something more... enduring?"

The guard remained stoic, his face hidden behind the polished visor of his helmet. "Just doing my duty, Lady Calis."

Her smile deepened, her tone softening, though the underlying heat remained. "Ah, duty. The most virtuous of excuses. Very well, you'll have my gratitude instead—though I warn you, it is not easily earned."

For the first time, a faint chuckle escaped the guard, his voice tinged with dry humor. "Thank you, Lady Calis."

This elicited a ripple of subdued laughter from the other guards, their tightly coordinated formation still unbroken as they continued their march. Serina allowed herself a rare, genuine laugh, light and melodic, though it carried an edge that made it feel just a touch dangerous.

"Well," she said with a smirk, her voice carrying just enough volume for all her guards to hear, "if nothing else, you all know how to keep me entertained."

The laughter subsided as quickly as it had begun, the guards resuming their silent vigil as they pressed forward, acting as though the ambush had never occurred. The bodies of the attackers, broken and scattered by Ellissanthia's precision strikes, were nothing more than an afterthought—a minor inconvenience in the grander scheme of their march. Serina's pace did not falter, her cape flowing behind her like a shadow as she moved with the same regal confidence that had marked her entrance to the station.

When her attention returned to Ellissanthia, it was with an expression that blended curiosity and intensity. Her sharp blue eyes studied the Undine, taking in the precision of her strikes, the raw power she wielded, and the subtle cracks in her composure that betrayed an undercurrent of doubt or strain.

"You fight well," Serina said, her voice smooth but carrying a note of thoughtful observation. "Controlled, precise... not the usual display of chaotic rage I would expect from one trained in the Dark Side. It is... refreshing."

Her tone shifted slightly, becoming more inquisitive as she stepped closer to Ellissanthia, her presence imposing yet not hostile. "But tell me this, Adept: Why do the Sith lose?"

The question hung in the air, deceptively simple yet layered with meaning. Serina's gaze bore into Ellissanthia's, searching for more than just a surface-level answer. There was no mockery in her tone, no trace of condescension—only genuine curiosity and the faintest hint of challenge.

"The Jedi are fragmented, weak, reliant on dogma that blinds them to the realities of power. And yet, the Sith, for all their strength, for all their passion, for all their supposed understanding of the Dark Side, falter. Why is that?"

She let the question linger as they continued down the corridor, the echoes of their footsteps blending with the distant chaos of the station. The flickering lights cast Serina's features in shifting shadows, giving her an almost ethereal quality as she awaited Ellissanthia's response.

 

[Zanami]

Majesty - Ghost



Location: Waystation Oasis - Jedi Chapterhouse
Gear: In Sig
Tags: Lirka Ka






Chaos was everywhere. Where once organization held true, now displaced by events of disarray and confusion, the Chapterhouse was officially under siege. Duels between the believers of the Dark and Light where in abundance, while those employing less civilized weapons returned volleys back and forth.

Bodies from both participants lay strewn about, adding to the battle's unnerving ambience; whilst fresh recruits tasked with defending the Jedi's sanctuary cowered in cover, unsure if sacrificing their lives was worth the causes they supported.

Slashing left, slashing right, Zanami cut a fleshy swath through the enemy, never deviating from the objective ahead. Behind the golden colored double doors led to the Chapterhouse's collection of holistic grails, the root of why she was here

Ducking her head left, timing the raged fueled sided strike from a wounded Jedi's plasma green blade; countered the attack by sweeping the Jedi's feet from underneath him, dragging her own blade across his throat without giving him the respect of a glance.

The door drew larger with every malicious step.

 

[Darth Callidus]

Tags: Alina Tremiru Credius Nargath Astrid pentoghast

Callidus only had moment to take in the presence of Alina Tremiru before the attack began. A Sith of some reputation, and having already beaten her to the prize she sought inside. Annoying, but she would have to deal with that in a moment. Her twin crimson blades hummed in the darkness, their glow reflecting off blood-slicked walls and the bodies strewn across the corridor. The Jedi who lunged at her was relentless, his face contorted with unbridled rage as he attacked again and again, his strikes fast but wild. Callidus deflected his blows with graceful precision, her expression remaining calm, almost bored, as she assessed his technique—or lack thereof.

"Even in your madness," she hissed, sidestepping a clumsy overhead strike, "you cannot escape your failure. The Light was never strong enough to contain the darkness within you."

She spun, her second blade slashing across his side. He stumbled back, growling like a feral beast, but before she could finish him, a surge in the Force made her pause. From the shadows of the hallway, two more Jedi emerged, their green and yellow sabers igniting in unison. They were not alone—behind them came a swarm of civilians, their faces twisted into grotesque masks of rage. Improvised weapons and raw fury drove them forward like a tide of chaos.

The corner of Callidus' mouth twitched as she deflected another blow and spun to strike one of the maddened Jedi across the chest. Her voice carried, cold and laced with venom as she finally addressed Alina. "Interesting? No, not yet. Though it seems you've made yourself quite comfortable while the rest of us do the work. Tell me, Tremiru, will your little corpse-puppet point me to something worthwhile, or are you merely here to gloat?"

Her words were sharp but calculated, probing for Alina's intent while keeping her focus on the battle at hand.
A crackle of cold, static energy rippled through the Force as Astrid's Nightsister magicks filled the air. The rage-fueled civilians and Jedi hesitated as her presence grew stronger, their minds bending under her control. Callidus felt the Nightsister's dark power pressing against the chaos, dominating it, but not without effort.

"Astrid," Callidus called, her voice cutting through the din. She parried another attack and sent a civilian flying into a wall with a flick of her wrist. They were another Sith that Callidus had made notes on, keeping tabs on them. It was hard to break the habits of the Tsis'Kaar. "I see you've chosen to indulge yourself in this madness. The magick and strength of the Nightsisters is always a welcome addition. Let us show these fools what we can truly do."

Her tone was sharp, not an order but a challenge, her words daring Astrid to prove her power had purpose beyond simple indulgence.

The air grew colder still as the oppressive presence of the Lord of Hunger filled the corridor. Callidus didn't need to see him to feel his arrival—his aura was unmistakable, a gaping void that drew in the darkness around it. His Sceleratii emerged first, cutting through the thralls with mechanical efficiency, followed by Credius himself, stepping from his swirling portal like a shadow made flesh.

Callidus dispatched another Jedi with a clean strike before glancing toward the towering Sith Lord. "Ah, Lord Nargath," she said, her voice smooth and icy. "How gracious of you to join us. Tell me, does this chaos meet your standards, or are the results too… messy for your tastes?"

She gestured toward the swarm of thralls still pressing forward. "There is plenty here to satiate your appetite, should you wish to sample it firsthand. Though I do hope you're not here simply to gawk."

 

[Ellissanthia]

Location: Waystation Oasis
Objective: II. Broken Aegis
Sub-Objective: Secure Texts, Relics, and Artifacts
Tag: Serina Calis

Ellissanthia drew in a deep breath before lowering her arm after striking down the last of the ambushers, leaving only their broken, pulverized forms surrounding the group. She turned to the woman then, expecting to see her surrounded by a similar, if greater tally of bodies. Instead, upon seeing that she had not activated her lightsaber, the Undine allowed a slight frown to pull down her alabaster-painted lips, her eyes blinking with confusion, before suddenly widening in an expression of surprise.

Out of the entire group, she was the only one who had actively engaged the ambush.

"You fight well," Serina said, her voice smooth but carrying a note of thoughtful observation. "Controlled, precise... not the usual display of chaotic rage I would expect from one trained in the Dark Side. It is... refreshing."

Her tone shifted slightly, becoming more inquisitive as she stepped closer to Ellissanthia, her presence imposing yet not hostile. "But tell me this, Adept: Why do the Sith lose?"

Standing amidst the carnage she alone had wrought, it was then that Ellissanthia realized that she had been left behind by the group. Shaking her head, the Undine spun on her heels and ran to catch up before once more joining the woman at her side.

“Thank you.” Ellissanthia replied, her breath heavy, though not to the point of exhaustion. However, the Undine still missed the woman’s next question, which came right on the heels of her compliment.

“Excuse me...why do the Sith...what?!”

Fortunately, as the woman continued speaking, the additional context allowed Ellissanthia to deduce the remainder of her question. Still, blinking her eyes in rapid succession, the Undine was unable to unravel the torrential mix of confusion, surprise, and awe which had seized her emotions in response to her partner’s actions, both past and present.

Why had she not engaged the ambushers? How had she come out of the ambush unscathed? What was her connection to the Sith? How did she know that she was an Adept? And why did she talk so karking much?!

Frazzled as she was, it was all Ellissanthia could do to muster a response!

“I don’t know...because some Sith are weak and...others are strong?”

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit Mk. II
  
  • Boots
    
    • FAE/A-14 Energized Foot Gear
      
      • Jetboot Thrusters Removed
  • Helmet
    
    • FAE/U-06 Collapsing Mirrors
  • Miscellaneous Equipment
    
    • FAE/C-04 Dermal Hydration System
    • FAE/U-01 "Serenity" Anti-Signal Field System
  • Aesthetic and Accouterments
    
    • All White Coloring
    • Eclipse Sect Symbol - Left Breast
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Standard Lightsaber
  
  • Purple Blade
• Supernal Infusion Vials
• Spirit Anchor Talisman

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: ???
Tag: Ellissanthia
​

Serina's lips curved into the faintest smile at Ellissanthia's frazzled response, though the expression lacked any hint of mockery. Instead, it was a look of quiet calculation, as though the Undine's words were being weighed on an invisible scale and found neither wanting nor sufficient. The woman's ability to answer—or her inability—was not the point, and Serina knew it. Every moment of this exchange was another thread woven into the web she was spinning, the kind of web only a master weaver could create.

She let the silence linger, stretching just long enough to make Ellissanthia feel the weight of her own words. Then, with a slow turn of her head, Serina cast her gaze across the blood-streaked corridor. The flickering lights painted gruesome shadows on the walls, their dim glow reflecting off the mangled bodies of the ambushers Ellissanthia had struck down. The air was thick with the coppery tang of blood, the scent mingling with the faint ozone of blaster discharge.

"Blood," Serina murmured, her voice as soft and sharp as the blade of a dagger. She took a deliberate step forward, the echoes of her boots swallowed by the oppressive silence that followed the ambush. "It soaks this station, dripping from every corner. Blood from the Jedi. Blood from the weak. Blood from those who thought themselves strong." Her gaze flicked briefly to the ruined forms of their attackers, then back to Ellissanthia.

"And yet, blood is not power. It is only a symptom of it."

Her words hung in the air, weighted and deliberate. She offered no immediate explanation, no grandiose proclamation of wisdom. Instead, she allowed her statement to settle, giving Ellissanthia time to absorb the implications. Serina began walking again, her House Calis guards flanking her in perfect formation, their polished armor gleaming faintly under the failing lights.

When she spoke again, her tone was softer, almost conspiratorial, but with a calculated sharpness. "The Sith lose, Adept, not because some are weak and others strong. That is the answer they tell themselves. It is simple, and simplicity comforts a simple mind. But you… you are one of the Kainite's finest, are you not?"

She glanced at Ellissanthia, her piercing blue eyes catching the Undine's violet gaze. The question lingered for a moment, more rhetorical than inquisitive. "Surely, such a mind would not be content with a simple answer."

Serina turned her gaze forward again, her hood casting a shadow over her face. Her voice grew quieter, more intimate, as if confiding in Ellissanthia alone. "Perhaps you will find your answer here, amidst the ruins of this station. Or perhaps not. That, too, is a kind of answer."

Her steps slowed as they approached a junction, the faint sound of distant fighting echoing from deeper within the station. The carnage was palpable, yet Serina remained unshaken, her demeanor as composed and commanding as ever. She glanced back at Ellissanthia, her expression unreadable but tinged with the faintest hint of expectation.

"Tell me, Adept," she said, her voice soft yet cutting through the air like a blade. "Do you believe that those who spilled this blood… understood why they fought? Or do you think they, too, clung to simple answers?"

She waited, the silence wrapping around them like a living thing. Her words were threads of silk, each one deliberate, each one designed to pull Ellissanthia closer, deeper into the web. Serina did not press her for an answer, but the weight of the question—and of her gaze—was enough to suggest that Ellissanthia's response, whatever it might be, would matter more than the Undine realized.

 

[Ellissanthia]

Location: Waystation Oasis
Objective: II. Broken Aegis
Sub-Objective: Secure Texts, Relics, and Artifacts
Tag: Serina Calis

For all of her confusion, Ellissanthia once more found herself drawn into the woman’s web, the Undine staring up at her with a half-lidded gaze even as she was seemingly judged before her. Swallowing, she realized then that the woman was quite strikingly beautiful for a Human, her fair, radiant features emanating an ethereal glow under the flickering lights in a manner that compelled attention.

Caught within her web, Ellissanthia mirrored the woman’s actions in glancing back across the blood-streaked corridor, taking in the gruesome scene that the Undine alone had wrought. Still, even knowing that fact, she clung onto the woman’s every word with wide-eyed fervor, whether she agreed with them or not.

“Blood, especially in the metaphysical sense, is indeed a symptom of power.” Ellissanthia agreed. “Only those who prove that they possess the Blood of the Exiles are truly worthy of becoming Sith.” She continued. “Unfortunately, that is not a truth which is widely upheld across the Empire. Perhaps therein lies a reason that the Sith lose. There are many calling themselves Sith who yet possess impure blood. They dilute the font of the Dark Side power that is the exclusive domain of the Sith, making the institution weaker by their very presence.” The Undine finished.

"But you… you are one of the Kainite's finest, are you not?"

“No, I am not.” Ellissanthia stated, deadpan.

From there, the group came up on a junction, at which point Ellissanthia’s ears gave a sharp twitch in response to the faint, yet cacophonous notes of violence transpiring deeper within the station. All the while, the light from the HUD within the Undine’s helmet struck her features in sharp relief, her eyes narrowed as she took in the data feed from her sensors.

And yet, when Serina spoke, Ellissanthia shifted her focus away from the data feed and back towards her. In doing so, the Undine briefly pursed her alabaster-painted lips, taking a few moments before opening her mouth to speak.

“Simple and complex answers to a given problem may exist simultaneously.” Ellissanthia replied. “They may have clung to simple answers as you say, but failed to realize the underlying complexities behind them. In this case, the Seed would have amplified irrational thoughts, making a simple answer seem like the sole explanation.” The Undine stated.

Ellissanthia then turned her attention back towards the junction, which offered three disparate paths for the group to take, though only one of which would lead directly to the Jedi chapterhouse.

“The way to the chapterhouse,” Ellissanthia spoke aloud. “Do you know it?”

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit Mk. II
  
  • Boots
    
    • FAE/A-14 Energized Foot Gear
      
      • Jetboot Thrusters Removed
  • Helmet
    
    • FAE/U-06 Collapsing Mirrors
  • Miscellaneous Equipment
    
    • FAE/C-04 Dermal Hydration System
    • FAE/U-01 "Serenity" Anti-Signal Field System
  • Aesthetic and Accouterments
    
    • All White Coloring
    • Eclipse Sect Symbol - Left Breast
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Standard Lightsaber
  
  • Purple Blade
• Supernal Infusion Vials
• Spirit Anchor Talisman

 

[Credius Nargath]

Loadout: See Signature
TAG: Darth Imperius | Darth Callidus | Lirka Ka | Serina Calis | Ellissanthia

We never run

As soon as the Sceleratii came through the black portal, they instantly reached for their Ebony Blades, unsheathing their melee weapons and quickly began to enforce a perimeter, utilizing their large frames and long reach to keep any of those infected with Rage away from the one who came out of the portal a mere moment after them. His aura started to swell up, deepening with power as he took in the very darkness which was practically drowning the living force within the waystation. He hadn't felt such a concentrated amount of hatred and fear ever since his encounter with the Blackwing virus infected hordes on Atrisia over five decades ago.

It was invigorating, rejuvinating and just insanely exhillerating, to basically bathe oneself in such an amount of raw and unfiltered power, feeling his own flesh mend itself, his blood pumping fluidly through his veins again, his mutation writhing in excitement and pleasure... the Lord of Hunger took in a deep breath, his arms tensing, his fingers almost cramping up as he started to draw the very dark side of the force into himself.
​

"Ah, Lord Nargath," she said, her voice smooth and icy. "How gracious of you to join us. Tell me, does this chaos meet your standards, or are the results too… messy for your tastes?"

"HAHAHAHAAAH!!" It was that same madness, that same insanity he had shown her on Pergitor, yet it was more intense, as if he had become more youthful, more brutal and more savage. "This is just sublime, Lady Callidus... allow me to show you...messy."

Feeling the power brimming within himself, his entire body feeling lighter, stronger and closer to what it had been during his prime, the Lord of Hunger suddenly launched himself towards a small group of what looked to be jedi a bit beyond Darth Callidus ' position. The first jedi noticing him was clearly one utilizing form two, Makashi, as they thrusted forwards with their lightsaber, only to have Credius tilt his head to the side while not even slowing his movement. Reaching forwards he allowed his hand to collide with the jedi's face, shattering what were likely their nose and cheekbones in the process, before he gripped tight and slamming them with the back of their head unto the ground, yet as this jedi's back even touched the ground, it was no more than a dried-up, lifeless husk, shattering into a thousand pieces and dust particles under the stress and force in which they were thrown against the floor.

Two of the Jedi utilized this moment to strike the Lord of Hunger from the back, their lightsabers piercing through his thick, purple and golden cape, yet before even one of them could find their target, they suddenly slammed against the ground under immense pressure, almost as if someone had just dropped a weight of a few hundred kilograms upon their shoulders, it was then that it became apparent that Credius had already removed his hand from his earlier victim and that both his hands were already aimed towards the ground, exerting his control over the force within his vicinity. A grunt could be heard coming from his mask when the two jedi got crushed completely under what was basically their body shouldering the weight of a starfighter, as where their mangled remains could be seen, splattered across the floor, there was a clear indent in the floor of the station.

"Interesting how this 'thing' that's the cause of this all, removes any and all inhibition or fear...making them reckless and thus vulnerable," With that last word, the Lord of Hunger started to clap in his hands, before suddenly raising one arm to his left, with just a single word: "See?"

Lightning coursed from his fingertips through not one, not two, but a whole host of those enraged victims, the ones who werent Jedi were even easier though, because removing the inhibitors, only relying on primal instinct;, primal rage also removed the instinct for survival, replacing it with a need to kill, a need to dominate...things that they quite frankly...didn't need when it was in the presence of men and women like Credius or Callidus.

"You might say that I am... very interested..."​

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: ???
Tag: Ellissanthia

Spoiler: THEME

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Serina turned her head slowly, her piercing blue eyes narrowing as they locked onto Ellissanthia with an almost predatory intensity. The corner of her lips curled upward, not quite a smile but something sharper, more calculating. She allowed a long pause to stretch between them, letting the weight of her unspoken words settle into the charged silence. When she finally spoke, her voice was low, sultry, and carried the cadence of someone about to reveal a forbidden truth, each word slipping from her lips like honeyed poison.

"You ask me if I know the way to the chapterhouse." Serina's voice was almost a whisper, but it resonated with an authority that made it impossible to ignore. "Do you think a map will lead you there, Adept? That a corridor marked with rusted signs or the spilled blood of the misguided will grant you entrance to their sanctum? No." She took a slow step forward, her cape flowing behind her like liquid shadow, and tilted her head ever so slightly, her tone softening into a near purr. "The way is not through stone and steel but through understanding. And if you wish to understand, then listen."

Serina lifted a gloved hand, her fingers curling slightly as though she were grasping something intangible, something vast and unfathomable. "Long before the Sith or the Jedi, before the Republic and the Empire, there was a civilization that understood the Dark Side in ways you cannot yet comprehend. The Rakata, the Infinite Empire." Her eyes gleamed as she spoke the name, as though savoring its taste. "They ruled the galaxy not through brute strength, though they had it. Not through numbers, though they commanded vast armies of slaves. No, they ruled through domination of the Force itself. They corrupted the very fabric of reality, bending the stars, the minds of their slaves, the destinies of entire worlds to their will. Their hunger was boundless, their ambition infinite."

Her voice grew darker, lower, as she stepped closer to Ellissanthia, her gaze never wavering. "But their fall… their fall was inevitable. Not because they lacked power, but because they failed to understand that corruption must be absolute. They were content to dominate others but never considered that they, too, were tools to be corrupted—tools for something greater." Serina's lips parted slightly, her breath quickening as if the very thought of corruption itself sent shivers of ecstasy down her spine.

"And then, there were the Sith." Her tone shifted slightly, her words now laden with disdain masked as indifference. "Ah, the Sith, who call themselves the inheritors of the Dark Side. Who claim to understand its depths. But do you know their true origins, Adept?" Serina leaned in, her voice a near-whisper, her proximity both invasive and magnetic. "They were once Jedi, exiles cast out for daring to explore truths forbidden by their sanctimonious Code. Ajunta Pall, Karness Muur, Sorzus Syn… they were not born Sith; they became Sith. The blood of the so-called Exiles you speak of is nothing more than the blood of Dark Jedi diluted over millennia."

She straightened, her voice sharpening like a blade, though still tinged with that intoxicating allure. "And yet, even they failed. For all their power, for all their ambition, they could never reach the heights of the Rakata, let alone surpass them. Do you know why, Adept?" She paused, the silence heavy with unspoken truths. "Because they lacked the courage to corrupt everything."

Serina's voice took on a new edge, a dangerous, almost euphoric quality as she began to pace, her words dripping with licentious fervour. "Corruption, my dear Adept, is the purest expression of the Dark Side. To take something pure, something whole, something untainted, and twist it into a reflection of your will—ah, that is power." Her breath hitched slightly, her lips parting as if the mere thought of it ignited something primal within her. "Every person, every tool, every concept… all of them are ripe for corruption. To take the Jedi's precious Light and turn it into shadow. To take their sanctuaries and turn them into charnel houses. To take their heroes and twist them into monsters."

She stopped suddenly, her eyes blazing as she stared at Ellissanthia, her voice dropping to a sultry, almost lewd whisper. "Can you imagine it, Adept? The sheer ecstasy of it? To corrupt not just flesh and blood but hope itself? To twist love into hate, trust into betrayal, faith into despair? To unmake everything they believe in, everything they hold sacred, and to remake it in your image?" She closed her eyes for a moment, as though savoring the thought, her chest rising and falling with slow, deliberate breaths.

When she opened her eyes again, they burned with an almost unbearable intensity. "That, my dear, is what they cannot comprehend. Not the Sith. Not the Rakata. Not the Jedi. They see corruption as a tool, a means to an end. But they are wrong. Corruption is not a tool; it is the end. It is the purpose, the pinnacle, the very essence of the Dark Side. And until they understand that, they will continue to fail."

Serina turned her head slightly, her golden hair catching the dim light as she cast her gaze down one of the corridors. "You asked if I know the way to the chapterhouse." Her lips curved into a smirk, her voice dripping with quiet amusement. "I do. But the question you should be asking is not whether I know the way. It is whether you are ready to see it for what it truly is."

She let the silence stretch again, her words hanging in the air like the final notes of a symphony, leaving Ellissanthia to grapple with the weight of everything she had just heard.

“So, want to get to killing, Adept?”

 

[Astrid pentoghast]

Objective 2
Tags: Darth Callidus Credius Nargath
Equipment: Liber infernalis /dead jedis lightsabers

She continued probing the twilek jedis mind as other sith battles jedi and enraged civilians forcing the twi'leks mind to obey and unfold the secrets of the jedi artifacts on the station. "Jedi archivist huh" she said as she found the secrets she was looking for as two more jedi tried to stab her in the back but found their bodies stopped short. She heard callidus speak smirking "you kill with blade and rage how uninspired" she said as she began chanting in a combination of high sith and dathomirian.

As she did so green energy flowed from astrid into nearby corpses on the ground began healing their wounds in seconds as they rose in a semi-zombified their eyes glowed like miniature suns as green energy surged through their veins. The jedi Astrid had held in stasis began to turn into the same things as the the zombies began charging at civilians and jedi alike. One of the zombies punched a civilians skull in like paper as the zombies charged killing every non sith in the station every being they killed rose as a zombie. That joined in the attack blaster bolts seemed to phase them little as they had only murder on the mind. "Seems that spell might work too well of course this isn't the most ideal circumstances to test it out" she said.

She would have to capture one of the zombies and study it if any remained. Fueled by the darkside and mindless rage the zombies did seem to be able to identify between friend or foe in this case sith and non sith. "Killing those driven insane isn't worth the hassle anyway what does it prove besides one can fill their blood lust anyway" she said honestly between credius and callidus as the nightsister spun on her heal still concentrating on the spell to a degree to keep the zombies from attacking sith. As she marched to the archives as the lightsaber of the twi'lek jedi floated and clipped to the nightsisters belt she felt the power of this place but the darkside was a tool. The sith she saw here where bathing in it letting it almost control their actions to a degree but she viewed the darkside as a nightsister not as a sith

It was a means to excude control over the galaxy to mold it to a degree and ways to control the galaxy. And gain power

 

[Lirka Ka]

The primal chaos of battle was Lirka's element. It was here where she felt most connected to the Primordial Dark whom she worshipped, and with that fact these massacres had become an almost holy endeavor for her. A reminder of the grim truth of the Galaxy, and a chance to exert her might over those unworthy of still drawing breath. The Sithlings could battle the Jedi, for as much as Lirka enjoyed the exhilaration of clashing blades: it was infinitely more amusing to bare down upon the weakened defenders of this place with blade in hand and chop a limb-strewn path wherever she went.

And, it was an ever-important chance to judge the prowess of her supposed-allies. The cowering defenders of this place offered little challenge for a seasoned warrior like Lirka, and it offered her plenty a chance to take glances towards Zanami . The Sithling knew how to fight, that much was certain. An interesting prospect for Lirka to keep her eyes on once this dirty business was done. The Once-Sephi's pace quickened, her greatblade hacking and slashing to make way to her Sith ally before bellowing out.

"We draw closer to our quarry, Sithling! Do you have a plan in mind for the door?"

Today, it seemed Lirka was going to play the role of the good Sith-Imperial and offer deference to whatever the Sith decided. No reason to give anyone here a reason to drive a blade into her back for disrespect quite yet.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Alina just sort of sat and watched as Astrid pentoghast, Credius Nargath , and Darth Callidus started to show off amongst each other. Her head tilted to the side as the archivist she'd resurrected continued to work on the old holocomputer to find the information she needed and wanted. Though, only Callidus seemed to realize she was even there, working in her own way.

"I'm sure, in a moment, he'll have the information I need. Whatever it is you all seem so hyped to find is probably further in. Don't let me keep you all from your murder spree. There might even be a proper challenge deeper in."

 

[Ellissanthia]

Location: Waystation Oasis
Objective: II. Broken Aegis
Sub-Objective: Secure Texts, Relics, and Artifacts
Tag: Serina Calis

Ellissanthia drew in a sharp breath as she took in the woman’s words. The entire time that she spoke, the Undine had offered her almost undivided attention, in spite of the danger close at hand. The ferric pungency of spilled vitae lingering in the stale air was a stark reminder of that, along with the faint, putrescent scent of decay from rotting corpses deeper within the station, slain prior to the arrival of the Sith.

And yet, the befouled miasma carrying on the artificial breeze did not distract Ellissanthia from the sensual allure of the woman’s message, causing her heart to race with equal parts awe and devotion.

“If the Eclipsing of all is truly the end...then you will find no one more willing to embrace it than I.” Ellissanthia spoke softly, her eyes widening with acceptance, then ravenous fever when the woman spoke of killing.

“To corrupt all. To Eclipse everything. To bathe the universe in terrible shadow.” She continued, her tone gradually rising. “You need only show me the Light, and I will snuff it out!” The Undine growled, a wicked grin on her lips as she allowed herself to slip fully into the Dark Side. Once more, she felt the Seed, pulsing with power and promise. She knew better now than to push it away. Instead, she accepted it—her own innate darkness—and allowed the Seed to empower it.

And in doing so, her will was nearly pushed to its limits.

Without warning, a terrible, earsplitting scream tore out from her throat as she collapsed onto her knees. A heady rush of conflicting emotions filled her core—hate, anger, despair, obsession, and fear. They nearly overwhelmed her, tears bursting from her eyes while her fingers clawed at the hard, unyielding floor. Nevertheless, growling, Ellissanthia quickly seized control, but could not muster the will to draw herself back up onto her feet.

“How...do you control it?” Ellissanthia breathed. “Your willpower...how do you strengthen it? I can not tap into it...” She continued, admitting weakness. “Not all of it. Not at once. The insidious whispers, the dark suggestions...are too...consuming.” The Undine gasped.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit Mk. II
  
  • Boots
    
    • FAE/A-14 Energized Foot Gear
      
      • Jetboot Thrusters Removed
  • Helmet
    
    • FAE/U-06 Collapsing Mirrors
  • Miscellaneous Equipment
    
    • FAE/C-04 Dermal Hydration System
    • FAE/U-01 "Serenity" Anti-Signal Field System
  • Aesthetic and Accouterments
    
    • All White Coloring
    • Eclipse Sect Symbol - Left Breast
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Standard Lightsaber
  
  • Purple Blade
• Supernal Infusion Vials
• Spirit Anchor Talisman

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: ???
Tag: Ellissanthia
​

Serina stood utterly still, watching as Ellissanthia succumbed to the raw power of the Dark Side. There was no sympathy in her gaze, no concern for the Undine's suffering—only the sharp, calculating eyes of a predator watching its prey struggle in the snares of something greater than itself. But there was something else, too, something far deeper, far more insidious: satisfaction. This was the moment. This was the breaking point.

This was exactly where she wanted her.

She let the silence stretch, let the echoes of Ellissanthia's anguished scream linger in the stale air of the ruined station. Let the pain settle into her bones, let the desperation claw its way into her mind. She let it fester, until the Undine's ragged breaths became the only sound between them.

Then, Serina took a single step forward.

Slow. Deliberate.

The flickering lights above cast her in shifting shades of darkness and crimson, the glow of her armor reflecting in Ellissanthia's wide, fevered eyes. She crouched slightly, just enough so that she no longer towered over the trembling Undine but was instead on her level, close enough for her breath to ghost against Ellissanthia's cheek.

Soft. Intimate.

Her gloved fingers reached forward, tracing just beneath Ellissanthia's chin, lifting it slightly so that their eyes met fully. The contact was electric, but her touch was not gentle—it was possessive, claiming.

A spider tightening its silk.

"You feel it now, don't you?" Serina's voice was a whisper, yet it seemed to fill the entire corridor, pressing against the walls, reverberating in the air like a velvet fog. "The hunger. The agony. The unbearable weight of all that you could be, all that you should be, if only you could grasp it."

Another pause. Another step deeper into the abyss.

"You know now that this is not power." Her fingers pressed ever so slightly against Ellissanthia's jaw, nails like claws against her delicate skin. "This is something else entirely. This is what it means to be devoured by the Dark Side, to let it strip you bare, to let it own you. To be nothing more than another whisper in its eternal chorus."

Serina tilted her head, her golden locks spilling from beneath her hood, cascading in soft waves over her shoulders. Her expression was unreadable, and yet there was something dangerous in the way she looked at Ellissanthia now. Something that burned.

"Is that what you want?" she asked, her voice like silk wrapping around a blade. "To be owned by it? To be a vessel? A thing? A plaything for the voices, for the hunger, for the whispers that have broken minds far greater than yours?"

Her grip on Ellissanthia's chin tightened for just a moment—just long enough to make the point—before she let go, standing once more, her presence looming.

"You ask how I control it," Serina continued, her voice lower now, huskier, charged with something deeper. "You assume that willpower alone is enough. That if you simply resist harder, you will overcome. But that is the lie they tell you, Ellissanthia." She turned her back to her now, taking a slow step forward into the dim light, her silhouette a specter against the carnage.

"You don't control it." She exhaled, almost wistfully, tilting her head slightly, as if savoring a forbidden pleasure. "You become it."

Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, trembling—not with restraint, not with anger, but with something far more dangerous. Passion. Obsession.

"You think I am strong because I resist? Because I am separate from it?" She laughed softly then, but it was not a pleasant sound. It was raw, dark, filled with something deeper than madness. "I am strong because I am it."

She turned her head, looking over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming in the dim light like a predator watching its prey squirm.

"And you…" Serina's voice lowered to something almost sultry, almost reverent. "You are still clinging to the illusion of self. You believe you are something apart. That is why you cannot wield it fully. That is why it burns you instead of adoring you."

She turned fully now, stepping close once more, her presence suffocating in its intensity.

"It is not enough to wield the Dark Side," Serina murmured. "You must become it. You must accept that there is no line between where it begins and where you end."

Another pause. Another step deeper into the abyss.

"And that, my dear Adept…" Her voice lowered, nearly breathless. "...is why I must ask you."

She reached forward again, but this time her fingers did not trace Ellissanthia's chin—they pressed against her chest, right over her heart, feeling the rapid, frantic rhythm of her pulse.

"Are you ready," she whispered, "to know the truth? The whole truth?"

And there it was.

The moment of decision.

The culmination of everything—the carefully woven web, the whispered suggestions, the calculated touches, the measured pauses, the precise moments of silence and speech. Everything had led to this question.

This was the moment.

Ellissanthia would break…

would resist..

…or would ascend.

 

[Darth Imperius]

Waystation Oasis | Corridors

• Objective: I. Oasis Purged
• Tags:
  • Allied: Open for interaction
  • Adversary: Raged Populace
• Theme: Disposal Unit

Darth Imperius was not often considering slaughter as distasteful, or outright disgusting, maybe he never had. But what was happening in the corridors of Waystation Oasis, what the Seed of Rage was doing, was nothing short of pure barbarism. The loss of all sense and control, the abandonment of any conscience or decency, civilisation razed and abandoned. War was brutal, it was fought for objectives and it was fought to achieve goals, the one more ruthless, remorseless and smart would win the day and advance in their ambitions. But this was so far far removed from war, from a sense, that it was almost primordial, pre-evolutionary of sentience.

It was now the third assault they had to endure. Their momentum forward had been spent as the enemy seemed to have abandoned reason and the last bits of sanity, now attacking them in a insane wildness that was mimicking any Sith marauders blood rage, maybe even overcoming it. There was no resemblence of intelligence left, only a desire to express any and all emotions with ferocious velocity. One of Imperius' Extremis Paladins was actually wounded, bleeding from his hip where a blade of a crazed worker had found a spot between the plates.

The corridor they were in was filled with smoke and evaporated blood, their boots were ankle deep in a red and black mixture of what was blood, intestines, brain, bones and worse, becoming a gooey mix already as it was so frequently stepped on and mixed with more. The Heirs crimson cloak was heavy, darkened by the liquid it had absorbed, his lightsaber was almost steaming as it had just cut down the last attacker, a female in a dress that once had been pretty, cheap but with nice embroidery. The large wrench she was swinging had nothing pretty in it, the blade she had taped to its head, neither.

The Dark Lord was breathing. It was the third assault in ten minutes and they just kept coming, if it would not be so bitter sweet to see his device work, it would be exhausting and terrifying. But it was working and he felt its tickle. He enjoyed the killing. Not just for the sake of eradicating weakness, no, he enjoyed the simple act of slaughter. It was like the sweetest liquor running down his throat, the soft silk smooth on the skin. It was incredible. It was the device that made him feel it for he had never indulged so deep into what was essentially a waste of resources.

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

Darth Callidus | Alina Tremiru | Ellissanthia | Serina Calis | Credius Nargath
​

Everyone on the station would feel their sense of control dulled and the idea of killing enticed, encouraged. It was not just the one who had created the Seed of Rage, nor the one it was targeting. It was fueling everyone with a hunger for rage, for spilling the water of life for nothing but the sensation of seeing it.

Darkest feelings rose to challenge sound objectives, logic was challenged by the temptation of bloodshed. The Dark side thrived so much on what was happening, it embraced everyone in its vicinity, there was no place to hide from it. And there was no place to hide from the masses. Almost as if they were controlled by a hive consciousness, they lost their minds. The mere unleashed feelings, turned into pure ferocity of those that were not used to the touch of the Dark side, craving violence against the intruders, the ones that were not as pure as them, needed to annihilated.

 

[Zanami]

Location: Waystation Oasis - Jedi Chapterhouse
Gear: In Sig
Tags: Lirka Ka






Dark and malicious convictions glazed brightly over Zanami's eyes, the duo tracking Jedi and non-Jedi alike, sculpting in her fractured mind a plan nearly three steps ahead. The defenses had grown exponentially, but the Sith continued pushing forward relentlessly, tossing more and more bodies into the fray; executing an overwhelming of the enemy policy.

The taking of Jedi lives was secondary in nature compared to what potentially awaited behind those doors off in the back. Traditionally, plundering was not productively wired into those nodes found saturated with cruel intentions in her brain. She was twisted and mangled, molded and shaped for one sole purpose, to be a natural born killer.

It occurred through observations that the skill sets of the defending Jedi were dwindling the closer the doors got; Padawans toeing the final line, the stress and pressure heavily weighing down those young shoulders as they posed to make a final stand to deter the invaders. She was, by all accounts, in the same league as those willing to die for their cause, but she was something more; a creature of pure hatred and more terrifying in expressing her trained abilities.

Raising her nearly invisible blade, the illusions cast out by the tracers drifting from it, she blocked and caught the down driven strike from a Padawan, eyes locking on each other, holding her move, the blades sizzling in a locked position. Moving her free hand like a magician performing a simple parlor trick, she unsheathed one of her alchemized daggers from the left side of her back; slashing it quickly from left to right across the belly of the female Jedi.

Force lightening sparked off the blade, convulsing the body of the Jedi, as her innards and intestines slid from the wound, splashing with a wet sound on the floor. The Jedi was dead before hitting the ground, and Zanami was much more closer to her objective.

 

[Ellissanthia]

Location: Waystation Oasis
Objective: II. Broken Aegis
Sub-Objective: Secure Texts, Relics, and Artifacts
Tag: Serina Calis

It dawned on Ellissanthia that she was little more than prey ensnared within a web. And the mysterious, alluring, blonde-haired woman looming over her an arachnoid, drawing her tighter with each passing moment. In that, the Undine was on all fours as if she were little more than a dog, her breath ragged and heavy as the woman’s hand lifted her chin, bringing wide, violet-hued orbs level with piercing blue-hued eyes. Where Ellissanthia’s expression was one of frozen fear, desperation, and anger, hers was one of unreadable poise and suffocating intensity.

“The Dark Side..." Ellissanthia murmured softly. “I am the Dark Side. I am the Dark Side. The Dark Side begins and ends in me.” She breathed, fresh resolve rising in her tone.

“I am ready.” Ellissanthia continued, grimacing slightly at the intimate, yet domineering touch of the woman’s hand beneath her bosom. “But...you must show me.” She spoke.

“Show me the Dark Side, so that I might ascend to it.” Ellissanthia growled.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit Mk. II
  
  • Boots
    
    • FAE/A-14 Energized Foot Gear
      
      • Jetboot Thrusters Removed
  • Helmet
    
    • FAE/U-06 Collapsing Mirrors
  • Miscellaneous Equipment
    
    • FAE/C-04 Dermal Hydration System
    • FAE/U-01 "Serenity" Anti-Signal Field System
  • Aesthetic and Accouterments
    
    • All White Coloring
    • Eclipse Sect Symbol - Left Breast
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Standard Lightsaber
  
  • Purple Blade
• Supernal Infusion Vials
• Spirit Anchor Talisman

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: ???
Tag: Ellissanthia
​

Serina's lips curled into a slow, knowing smile, the kind of expression that spoke of inevitability, of a hunter finally drawing its prey into the final layers of the web. Her breath hitched—subtle, but present—her excitement palpable in the electric tension between them. This was the moment. This was what she lived for. The utter unraveling of a soul, the moment when resistance gave way to truth, to submission, to the understanding that all paths led to the Dark Side.

And the truth, a glorious and triumphant truth that the Dark Side led to her.

Her fingers traced upward, from Ellissanthia's chest to her throat, just barely ghosting over the delicate skin beneath the Undine's jawline. A touch both possessive and adoring, as if she were savoring every second of this breaking. "I knew you were special," Serina whispered, her voice thick with indulgence, with something dangerously close to reverence. "I felt it the moment I laid eyes on you. I knew that you would understand, that you would feel it as I do."

She exhaled sharply, her pupils dilating as she drank in the sight of Ellissanthia on all fours before her, trembling with anticipation, with hunger. It was intoxicating. She had been deprived of this for far too long. The sensation of bending another to the Dark Side's will—no, her will—was more intoxicating than any wine, more satisfying than any pleasure. It was pure. It was absolute.

And she was the one who had made it happen.

"You were always the Dark Side," Serina murmured, her fingers threading through the Undine's bluish-purple hair, tilting her head back ever so slightly, forcing Ellissanthia to look up at her. "You simply needed someone to remind you." Her voice dipped into something sultry, something wicked. "You needed someone to take your hand... and drag you into the abyss."

She leaned down, her lips brushing so close to Ellissanthia's ear that the warmth of her breath alone was a caress. "And I will show you. I will show you things you never imagined. I will take you beyond the lies of the weak, beyond the pathetic delusions of the insane. I will show you everything."

A sharp breath. A thrill running down her spine. She had to focus—had to pace herself. No, not yet. There would be time. So much time. For now, there was still work to be done.

Reluctantly, she pulled back, the cold absence of her touch almost as profound as its presence had been. She straightened, smoothing the fabric of her hood and armor, though her smirk remained, still laced with the afterglow of indulgence.

"Come." Her tone shifted, returning to something commanding, something calculated. "We have an archive to ransack."

She turned sharply on her heel, striding forward with the effortless confidence of someone who knew that the universe itself bent to her whims. Without hesitation, her House Calis guards fell into formation behind her, their movements practiced, mechanical. They had seen this play out before. They knew her. Knew what this moment had been for her.

One of them, the same who had taken a shot for her earlier, stepped forward slightly. "Your orders, Lady Calis?"

Serina didn't slow her pace. She didn't need to. "Take everything," she ordered, her voice lilting with pleasure, with anticipation. "The relics, the artifacts, every last scrap of knowledge they have hoarded in their pathetic little temple. I want it all."

The guards merely nodded, peeling off into the station's deeper corridors, leaving only Serina and Ellissanthia alone now.

The chapterhouse loomed ahead, its massive durasteel doors standing defiant against the madness that had consumed the rest of the station. It was one of the last strongholds. The last desperate attempt at resistance.

Serina came to a slow halt before it, lifting a gloved hand and letting her fingers trail down the cold metal surface, as if she were savouring the moment before tearing it apart. She turned her head slightly, looking at Ellissanthia from the corner of her eye.

"Are you ready?" she asked, but there was no real question in her voice. It was a challenge. A promise. A dare.

 

[Lirka Ka]

No response eh? And here Lirka had though that Sith loved to just hear the sound of their own voice. It seemed that this Zanami was just full of surprises. More than content to just let the Sithling to do her bloody work, Lirka gave a shrug and let herself get lost in the bloodshed of it all. These things were truly second nature, for over two centuries had Lirka been alive, and for nearly all of those years she had devoted herself to taking life.

In a way, Lirka and the Acolyte were kindred spirits. Though perhaps they would never know that, two creatures molded and formed into the perfect killing machines, the byproduct of Sith evolution. But while plunder may not have been a normal thought for her Sith ally, plunder was something hard-wired into Lirka's foul mind. Plunder, greed, and the boundless selfishness of her galaxy-sized ego propelled her forward at all times.

With a quick twirl and a hack of her blade, another head thumped to the floor. Lirka had found herself taking more time to watch her supposed-ally work than actually killing at this point, their momentum unstoppable. So what harm was there in appreciating good craftsmanship? And even better, it paved a path for Lirka to progress unbothered.

Like a phantom, Lirka moved in the Acolytes shadow. Taking time to kill the random bystander here and there, an unfortunate defender or a Jedi teetering on the edge of death. Lirka was here for loot, the blood was only a secondary gain.