First Reply [Sith] Depths of Korriban

[Nyxira Valis]

Nyxira led the way deeper into the tomb, her steps deliberate and unhurried. The faint hum of residual energy lingered in the air, a whisper of the storm they had just unleashed. Her violet eyes swept over the ancient walls, their etched runes faintly glowing as though acknowledging her presence. The weight of the Dark Side was thicker here, oppressive yet exhilarating, a promise of power and danger entwined.

They stepped into a vast chamber at last, its design starkly different from the corridors they had traversed. The room was circular, its walls adorned with intricate carvings depicting scenes of Sith alchemy and battle. Crimson light emanated faintly from crystals embedded in the ceiling, casting an eerie glow over the centerpiece of the room: a pedestal carved from obsidian, its surface polished to a mirror sheen. Atop the pedestal rested an ancient Sith holocron, its pyramidal structure pulsing faintly with dark energy.

Nyxira stopped short of the pedestal, her cloak settling behind her as she took in the scene. Her gaze narrowed, her lips curving into a faint smirk that held no humor, only sharp calculation.

"There it is," she said softly, her voice resonating in the stillness. "The holocron. Ancient, powerful, and undoubtedly valuable."

Her gaze lingered on the artifact, but she made no move to approach. Instead, she turned her attention to Kaen, her expression sharpening with purpose.

"But nothing this ancient survives unguarded. Not in a tomb like this." She gestured subtly to the carvings on the walls, their depictions hinting at protective magics and traps set by the Sith of old. "This holocron holds secrets its creator deemed too valuable to leave defenseless. A guardian, a curse, or worse — there will be something waiting to test us."

Her violet eyes locked onto Kaen's, her smirk deepening. "And considering how much we've already stirred the tomb, I suspect it knows we're here."

The room seemed to hold its breath, the oppressive energy coalescing around the pedestal. A faint tremor rippled through the floor, barely perceptible but enough to set Nyxira on edge. She held up a hand, signaling for caution as she began to focus her senses outward, probing the room for any sign of what lay hidden in the shadows.

Kaen Alaron ​

 

[Kaen Alaron]

Location: Korriban
Tags: Nyxira Valis

Kaen followed Nyxira into the chamber, his steps measured as his senses stretched out, brushing against the heavy presence of the Dark Side that thickened the air. The crimson light from the embedded crystals painted everything in ominous hues, casting long shadows across the ancient carvings and the ominous holocron atop its pedestal. His orange eyes lingered on the artifact, its faint pulsing a silent promise of power and peril.

As Nyxira spoke, Kaen's gaze shifted to the carvings on the walls, his expression thoughtful. The scenes of Sith alchemy and battle seemed to writhe under the eerie light, as though the figures depicted were alive, ready to spring from the stone. He exhaled slowly, gripping his saber hilt tighter as he felt the subtle tremor beneath his boots.

"It wouldn't be Sith if it wasn't dangerous," Kaen said, his voice low and steady. His gaze returned to Nyxira, her smirk mirroring the sharp calculation that had become a hallmark of their alliance. "A test, a guardian, a trap... whatever it is, I doubt it'll be subtle."

He stepped closer to her, his presence steady, the heat of his connection to the Force simmering just beneath the surface. The room's oppressive energy pressed against his senses, but he channeled it, letting it fuel his readiness. "Whatever it throws at us, we face it together. Power like this isn't meant to be won easily."

Kaen's eyes returned to the holocron, his tone shifting to one of quiet reverence and wariness. "A holocron this old won't just hold knowledge. It'll hold echoes—of its creator, of its past wielders. We may not just be dealing with traps. We could be walking into something worse."

As the tremor beneath them grew, Kaen activated his saber with a sharp hiss, its orange glow casting flickering light against the carvings. He shifted slightly, positioning himself to Nyxira's side, ready to move in whichever direction danger emerged.

"The tomb knows we're here, all right," he added, his tone dry but edged with anticipation. "The question is whether it's ready for us."

He glanced briefly at Nyxira, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Lead the way, Nyxira. I'll keep the fire ready for whatever's waiting."

 

[Nyxira Valis]

Nyxira's smirk widened slightly at Kaen's words, her violet eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and anticipation. His readiness to face the danger, tempered with the dry humor she had come to expect from him, was a reassuring constant. The faint hum of his ignited saber was a counterpoint to the silent tension filling the chamber, and she took a moment to appreciate the balance of their powers — fire and storm, poised to strike.

"Ready or not," she said softly, her voice smooth but resonant with purpose, "The tomb will soon understand the folly of testing us."

She extended her senses further into the room, her connection to the Dark Side sharpening her perception. The oppressive energy around the pedestal was coalescing, growing denser as if preparing to act. Her gaze flicked to the carvings on the walls once more, her mind piecing together the subtle patterns hidden within the ancient depictions.

"A guardian," she murmured, her smirk fading into a focused expression. "Bound to the holocron, most likely. A construct of the Dark Side. Its creator would have ensured no unworthy hands could claim its secrets."

She raised her hand, palm outstretched, and a faint ripple of lightning crackled across her fingertips. The energy arced outward, illuminating the chamber in brief flashes as she probed the room for signs of movement. The carvings seemed to pulse faintly, their figures shimmering as though caught between stone and reality.

"It will come for us soon enough," she said, her voice steady as she stepped forward, her focus unwavering.

As she approached the pedestal, the tremors beneath the floor grew stronger, the very air vibrating with a dark resonance. The runes on the walls flared to life, crimson light spilling from them as the carvings began to shift. Stone figures twisted and writhed, detaching themselves from the walls with a grinding of ancient mechanisms. Their forms were hulking and grotesque, alchemically forged with jagged edges and glowing eyes that burned with malevolence.

These were not simple beings of stone — they were creations of the Dark Side.

Nyxira stopped, her lightning-clad hand rising as her other gripped the hilt of her saber. "There it is," she said, her smirk returning as she ignited her crimson blade with a sharp hiss.

Kaen Alaron ​

 

[Kaen Alaron]

Tags: Nyxira Valis

Kaen's grip tightened on his saber as the grotesque forms detached themselves from the walls, their jagged edges illuminated by the pulsing crimson glow of the runes. The oppressive energy of the chamber seemed to thrum in resonance with the hulking constructs, their presence a manifestation of the Dark Side's boundless malice.

As Nyxira ignited her crimson blade, her smirk as sharp as the edge of her weapon, Kaen felt a flicker of grim anticipation. The storm was poised to strike, and his fire was ready to meet it.

"They didn't hold back on theatrics," Kaen muttered, his tone laced with dry humor even as his stance shifted, his body coiling with readiness. "But I guess we wouldn't be here if it were easy."

His orange saber hummed steadily in his hand, the light casting flickering shadows across his battered armor. He stepped to Nyxira's side, the heat radiating from him rising as he channeled his connection to the Force. The grotesque figures moved with a deliberate menace, their glowing eyes fixed on the intruders who dared approach the holocron.

"Bound guardians, constructs of malice," Kaen said, his gaze flicking to Nyxira. "Your storm and my fire—let's see if they're ready to face both."

Without waiting for a reply, Kaen extended his free hand, summoning tendrils of fire that lashed out toward the nearest guardian. The flames coiled around the jagged figure, searing its stone surface and illuminating the intricate runes that adorned its body. The construct faltered, momentarily slowed by the fiery assault, but it pressed forward, undeterred by pain or heat.

"Not as brittle as they look," Kaen said through gritted teeth, his saber slashing upward to intercept a jagged arm that swung toward him. Sparks erupted as the blade carved a molten gash into the construct, but the guardian didn't stop.

Kaen pivoted, his strikes precise and unrelenting, using his fire to harry and distract the constructs while leaving openings for Nyxira to exploit. The oppressive energy of the chamber bore down on him, but he pushed back, the flames around him burning brighter as he poured his resolve into every movement.

The air shimmered with heat and lightning as Kaen pressed the attack, his fiery determination unwavering even in the face of the ancient guardians. Whatever the tomb threw at them, he would face it—and he knew Nyxira would be at his side, the storm to his fire.

 

[Nyxira Valis]

Nyxira's violet eyes gleamed as the grotesque constructs lumbered toward them, their jagged forms radiating malice and unyielding purpose. The oppressive energy in the chamber seemed to thrum in time with her heartbeat, the Dark Side a constant pulse in her veins. Kaen's fire burned brightly beside her, his orange saber carving through the gloom as his flames licked at the guardians with relentless intensity.

She let her storm rise in response.

"They certainly spared no effort," Nyxira said, her smirk returning, sharp and cutting. Lightning crackled along her crimson blade as she raised her free hand, arcs of energy leaping outward toward the nearest guardian. The jagged figure spasmed as the lightning struck, the glow of its runes faltering momentarily under the assault.

Nyxira stepped forward with calculated precision, her saber swinging in a sharp arc to sever one of the construct's arms at the joint. Sparks and molten stone erupted from the strike, the guardian faltering as the storm pressed it harder. "But theatrics alone won't stop us."

As the hulking figures continued to advance, Nyxira shifted her focus, her connection to the storm deepening. She thrust her hand forward, sending a surge of kinetic energy into the nearest construct. The force of the blast shattered part of its torso, sending it reeling into the path of another guardian. The two collided, their jagged forms grinding against each other in a brief moment of chaos.

"Kaen," she called, her tone sharp and commanding. "Focus your fire on their joints. Their mass is their strength — break it."

She moved with serpentine grace, weaving between the advancing guardians. Her saber flashed in precise strikes, carving glowing lines into their forms while her lightning danced between them, keeping the constructs off balance. One swung a massive, jagged arm toward her, but she ducked low, spinning to slash at its leg. The stone cracked, the guardian collapsing to one knee as she surged upward, her crimson blade driving into its torso.

The chamber was alive with their combined fury, fire and lightning intertwining in a symphony of destruction. Yet the constructs showed no sign of slowing, their unrelenting advance a testament to the ancient power that bound them.

Kaen Alaron ​

 

[Kaen Alaron]

Tags: Nyxira Valis

Kaen followed Nyxira's lead without hesitation, her sharp orders cutting through the chaos of the battle. The constructs advanced relentlessly, their jagged forms unyielding and suffused with ancient malice, but Kaen's fire rose to meet them. His orange saber flashed as he pivoted toward one of the guardians, its lumbering movements slower than his quick, calculated strikes.

"Understood," Kaen called back, his voice steady despite the chaos. He raised his free hand, summoning a whip of flame that coiled toward the nearest construct. The fire lashed out, targeting the guardian's joints as Nyxira had commanded. The jagged stone sizzled and cracked under the intense heat, molten lines forming at the points of stress.

As the construct faltered, Kaen surged forward, his saber carving through the weakened joint. The guardian's massive arm fell away, crashing to the ground with a deafening thud. He pressed the attack, spinning to drive his blade into its knee, forcing it to collapse under its own weight.

"They're stubborn," Kaen muttered, his strikes relentless as he kept the guardian pinned. "But they can break."

Flames erupted around him, licking at the hulking figures as he shifted his focus to another advancing construct. His movements were precise, his strikes targeting the weak points Nyxira had identified. Each burst of fire and slash of his saber worked in tandem, his coordination a reflection of the trust he placed in her leadership.

"Your storm's keeping them on edge," he called to her, his tone tinged with wry humor even as he leapt back to avoid a jagged swing from another guardian. "Let's make sure they don't get comfortable."

Kaen summoned a torrent of flame, directing it at the legs of two constructs that moved in tandem. The fire roared, the heat intensifying as the stone began to crack and splinter. He glanced toward Nyxira, watching as her crimson blade and crackling lightning cut a path through their enemies with calculated precision.

"One more down," he added as the flaming guardian toppled under the assault, crashing into another and sending both into a heap of molten stone and shattered fragments.

Kaen stepped closer to Nyxira, his saber raised and fire dancing in the air around him. He fought not as a rival but as an ally, his movements complementing hers as they dismantled the guardians piece by piece. Despite the constructs' relentless advance, Kaen remained steady, his trust in her command unshaken.

"Lead the way," he said, his voice firm as the heat of his fire flared brighter. "I'll keep them burning while you tear them apart."