Sith Me All Night Long | TSE Dominion of Orinackra

[Vaylin]

To keep her mind focused, Vaylin looked around at those had gathered for the concert. The crowd was already full of people, either dancing solo or partnered up with someone. She looked beyond the crowd, and caught sight of Kaalia and Ishana, the only familiar faces she knew of currently.

Vaylin felt her heart beat again, the momentary distraction fading back to the nerves she was feeling. If common sense was more paramount right now, the Zabrak would've probably used her Force senses to widen her perception.

Or was she just worried...scared that Jorryn wouldn't turn up? She said she would, but what if...

The Zabrak wasn't facing the Echani when she had finally been sighted. She was surprised when the familiar voice piped up behind her. Vaylin turned, but Jorryn had taken the initiative and finished the moment, taking her hand and placing it around her waist.

Vaylin went to speak, but was suddenly caught in a kiss. A moment of surprise passed, before she returned the affection. The previous nerves slipped beneath a wave of relief and happiness. Obscured, but not completely gone.

She deepened the kiss, using her other hand to pull Jorryn closer and just let herself be absorbed in the moment. Eventually though, they did have to part and when they did, there was the biggest of smiles on Vaylin's face, but the look in her eyes said much more. I missed you.

It was only after that, that Vaylin took in the appearance of her girlfriend. A grin forming across the Zabrak's lips.

"I got to say, I really dig the new look."

[member="Jorryn Fordyce"]​

 

[Funami Teriyaki]

“But lord Avacyn is talking to someone in there!” The small one replied and an impish light appeared in her eyes as she cast a purple glance toward her fellow acolyte. “Perhaps the ghost just wants a hug?”

She shrugged and assumed a neutral expression, which changed into one of suspicion as Trayze’s hand approached and he voiced a most unusual request. Did the black-haired man want to pat her head like so many others? It was one thing to let lord Vaulkhar feel the infinite fluffiness atop her head and another to grant the same privilege to every random person who came along. Perhaps she should start charging credits for head pats and become a millionaire?

“And you may not!” She declared and watched with flames of victory in her eyes as the telekinetic barrier denied his hand from gaining entry. A wise decision, for a blood-curling scream soon resonated through the abandoned hallways and marked the start of a deafening silence that followed. Funami froze, though the corners of her lips soon curled into a smile. What could ghosts actually do to her? Refusing to give into fear meant denying them their power, stripping them of their greatest weapon.

Defiantly posing akimbo, the small telekinetic lifted her chin and looked about. It was then that Trayze’s offer for a piggyback ride reached Funami’s ears and prompted her into dropping her shield. Always fond of riding on others’ shoulders and back, she eagerly climbed on his back, wrapping her legs around his torso and coiling the small arms around his neck.

“Onward!” She cried out and readied her telekinesis to blast away any lost soul to cross their path. This was great!

And then he started about getting her outside. A dark frown knitted her brow. It was most definitely past her bedtime, but the Sithling wanted to see it through! Leaving now would be like watching half an exciting Holoflick and never seeing the climactic ending! The desire to know the secret behind the hauntings pressed at her mind, driving her forward.

“What the heck?! No!” Tiny fists started pounding Trayze’s head. “Nonononono! I’m Sith, I’m Sith, I’m Sith! I fear no ghosts!”

[member="Trayze Tesar"] | [member="Sith Muse"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"]​

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

When the spirit aided Avacyn by giving her a direction to head towards, her senses picked up something that, when she picked up on it, stuck out quite clearly. A hole within the blanket of the Force, yet the presence of the Netherworld was strong. The warning she received only added to the sense of urgency the woman felt to find the anomaly, that which the ghost had referred to as 'he'. She flickered, turning towards another hallway and moving towards it, expecting the other two to follow.

Avacyn looked back towards Trayze and Funami, the latter now riding piggyback on the former. It seemed Trayze's plan was different, much to Funami's dismay, but despite going against expectations she would be on the child's side. "She is staying with us," she retorted while covering a solid distance between each flicker, mandating Trayze to keep up. "I will protect her from any potential danger. There is a lot she can learn here, things that will prove to be invaluable as a Sith." Funami was a child, yes, but Sith too and she would be treated as such. Despite her age, she showed a degree of proficiency in the Force that was far beyond expectations. Avacyn did not know how, but what mattered is that Funami had already gotten this far.

"Now let's go."

The Sith came to a halt at a door. "We are close. Be prepared."

[member="Funami Teriyaki"] | [member="Trayze Tesar"] | [member="Sith Muse"]​

 

[Trayze Tesar]

"The Academy didn't train no bii..." the Sith would counter after weathering a few blows, shouldering himself in a way to show that he was capable of countering such mischief if needed. "Big sissy. Big dumb scaredy nexu." Trayze would finish once Avacyn would conclude. He would be diving into the hole in the Force. It dawned on him, perhaps, why that would be the better idea. Lord Vaulkhar had chosen them for their potential, and the child displayed great amounts of it. Though both had to encounter one of the primal mysteries of the Force and the Dark Side...and there was no time like the present.
"If you get scared, wet yourself, or die, I'll personally drag you out of the Nether and give you a piece of my mind!" Trayze grumbled, digging into the base frustration and anger. Passion was the tool of the Dark Side, and the banal motive to protect and to simply not die would gradually erode any formality that he may display before the Triumvir.

"Anybody have a backpack of sorts?" he enquired to his companions. "I don't think her bunny slippers are going to cut it."

When the Sith prepared themselves, he brought out his own lightsaber, steadying his breathing and shoving aside his fear to bring himself into a combative mindset.

[member="Funami Teriyaki"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Sith Muse"]​

 

[Nadja Keto]

disregard, accidental post​

 

[Funami Teriyaki]

“Hmph!” Funami pouted at Trayze after lord Avacyn’s orders ensured her presence. Knowing the Sith lord had sided with her filled the girl’s small body with glee. Despite believing herself different, Funami was very much a child and definitely not above being petty at times. In response to Avacyn’s departure, the Sithling’s short legs and arms curled tightly around the Kiffar, for chasing after the Sith lord’s apparition meant a bumpy ride. In hindsight, she had to admit Trayze’s idea of carrying her about had turned a sound one. Physically underdeveloped, the small child never would have kept up with the Sith lord on her own.

“Eh, why would I wet myself or die? That’s what you’re here for, fufufufufu~” She giggled straight into the man's ear after his underhanded comment. The crimson snap-hiss of his lightsaber gave the girlish giggle a pause and sent an audible gulp down her throat. Remembering the numerous she had nearly cut herself with her own lightsaber, Funami let go of her fellow acolyte and softly landed on the filthy floor. Even though still bathed in the vibrant red hue of Trayze’s lightsaber, she no longer feared getting accidentally beheaded.

“I’ll just, uh, walk on my own. No reason!” The small Sith declared and mentally constructed another barrier around her form. A weaker one, barely enough to stop thrown objects, but she assumed the ghosts mostly harmless. The door ahead menacingly glowered at the assembled party, as if containing some sort of ancient evil. Educated by video games, she fully expected another jumpscare, and thus allowed her fluffy flippers to carry her behind Trayze. A glance at Avacyn’s ethereal form and the girl drew a deep breath, inhaling the musty air about.

“Ready!” She declared and noticed her heart's thudding had grown in speed. A deep frown settled on her expression, leaving no trace of the jovial persona she had displayed moments earlier. Although still completely harmless on the outside, Funami had whipped her mind into a frenzy and sent the strongest emotions to fuel the engine of destruction within. Thrusting her empty hands out before her, palms extended, she stood prepared to unleash a telekinetic inferno upon whatever stood behind the door, alive or dead.

[member="Trayze Tesar"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"]​

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Though Kaalia knew Ishana wasn't one to want to have to rely on others for much of anything, that didn't stop her from wanting to take care for her wife while she recovered. It simply meant she had to be patient. It was difficult at times, but the redhead was fine with that. Ishana was the one who accepted Kaalia for who she was when nobody else would. Even now the brunette was the reason Kaalia was still here. Only Darth Avacyn would have had a reason to exist otherwise.

When Ishana hung on to Kaalia for a little while, the latter made sure that the arm she had wrapped around the former's waist wasn't just for support, but that it felt like a loving embrace more than anything. Not necessarily to mask the fact Kaalia held onto her to physically support her, but because the gesture truly was an affectionate one. Ishana had much to go through, the least Kaalia could do was be there when she needed her. The promise had been made after all- in sickness, and in health.

The couple took their seats and the next act made their way on stage. Kaalia had never been particularly fond of the concept of slavery, though she had come to tolerate it. Still, there had been many a time where she had been tempted to 'buy' a slave and free them, under the condition they would create a successful life for themselves or die trying. Perhaps a particularly talented band would come by who deserved such an opportunity.

"It's indeed quite the strange auction."

[member="Ishana Pavanos"]​

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Tags: [member="Trayze Tesar"] [member="Sith Muse"] [member="Funami Teriyaki"] [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] [member="Credius Nargath"]

By now people had gone their separate ways. The Triumvir of Strength with the two acolytes. Nargath off to preforming an experiment with Immortuos himself and lastly Lord Toth with Charlyra off following spirits. The ladder was a trap. Judging by the amount of ghosts and spirits within the detention center, Lord Immortuos couldn't help but wonder. Why dont they just kill us? They certainly could if they wanted. Incorporeal beings unrestricted by the frailties of the flesh. They were pure energy and at one with the force. Just trapped in a single spot was all. The way the Sith Lord saw it, everyone inside was in terrible danger, save one. Darth Immortuos was the only individual inside with proper protection against such attacks if they came his way.

From birth sith magics and the darksides arcane practices came to him with ease. The spirits he encountered across his life called to him, mistaking him for a relative of benevolent and malevolent natures. Which one depending on the spirit at hand. This place was no different. Even now the direct attention of several spirits could be felt staring in his general direction causing what little hairs he had to stand in attention on the back of his neck. " This is a trap..." His white eyes gazed down to the blood like substance under his feet. The entire time Immortuos had moved himself via levitation and now he was glad he did. Even thought his party members could not see throw the force, He could and deeper into the facility a vast amount of power radiated outwards. They were heading right toward it.

Blood stains ruined everything.

" Balthazar." he said stoically. Calling the name of the spirit he had once tied to his own so long ago. " Who is orchestrating this mass?" He asked blinking twice waiting for a response. There was a minute of silence before the vibrant blue and purple hues of energy drifted off the aged Sith Lords figure. Mists shaped infront of him building another figure adorned with a siths robe and a large baggy cloak. The spirits eyes glew yellow like a sun.

" Who wants to know? You....or them?" Balthazars voiced turning his gaze to other nearby sith. A side ways glance was given with a squint for a response on Nulgaths behalf. Of course he was the one wanting to know. " This place is unstable. A tear in the fabric of reality and a gateway. Hmm. There is someone here you could so desperately need." Balthazar taunted. The heat of anger swept over Immortuos in a wave.

" Where are they? Tell me now." He demanded. A single finger pointed dead ahead and using a sight that surpassed the natural Nulgath hones his power staring into the source. The crackling of force lightning surged about his body and latched onto the walls forming searing tears. " Lord Halcyon. The source is this way. Come." His voiced was thrown from his position to the Lord. Pale degraded hands grasping open a tear into the wall made of lightning itself. A doorway into a pitch black abyss. A portal, to none other than the source only a half a mile away.

This had changed everything and Nulgath knew it. This task he was now personally accepting as his own, but would need some assistance.

 

[Credius Nargath]

The responses and reactions of the woman started to irritate him greatly, to such a point that his hand went for the lightsaber hilt held tightly to the belt around his armor beneath his robes. With every step, the Sith Lord's hatred grew and started to drown out the feelings of despair to a point that his bloodlust was almost palpable within the air. Darth Halcyon's desires to learn and grow beyond his limitations were being contested by some child and simply restraining himself made the constant pain within himself practically unbearable. However, just as he was about to snap, his attention was drawn by the Nulgath Sith Lord; Darth Immortuous, who seemed to have figured something out and while the Valkyrie went on, Halcyon stayed behind and decided it best to assist the strange, dead-looking sith lord.

Cooling down considerably while observing and listening to the other sith lord's rather strange conversation, Halcyon wondered why they all seemed so agitated or affraid by the apparitions and odd uses of the force. This place reeked of blood, death and despair, it was practically a locus, a well of dark side power and rather than using it, embracing it, willing the force to their own needs, so far he's only seen the other's as equally encompassed by this power, yet not using it to further their own strength and potential. It was...a shame to say the least. Halcyon on the other hand was already drawing in these feelings of hatred, anger and despair which seemed to be drenched into the very soil and soul of the building. "Interesting," The only word escaping the Sith Lord's lips when noticing how the intriguingly undead looking Darth Immortuous literally seemed to tear open the fabric of space and time in order to create some sort of portal. "Do not fret in the presence of these minor apparitions, their power is but paltry compared to what we wield...however, if you believe there is something bigger and more powerful to be found, do not hesitate to lead the way, brother. I long for a challenge, a chance to harness and collect power to break through the ceiling of my power."

[member="Darth Immortuos"]

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

The Inquisitor fell back away slowly, returning the gaze in [member="Vaylin"]'s eyes with a similar look of her own. It had been too long since the pair we're able to just enjoy the simple presence of one another, and Jorryn felt herself wanting to hold onto this moment.

That was until the voice of her partner managed to pull her back into reality, the compliment allowing her to return to her more boisterous personality.

"Yeah, coming off Yavin finally made me feel like I should change something." The Echani said as she ran her hands through her significantly shortened hair. "Plus there's someone here I wanted to look good for."

She gave a teasing look towards the Zabrak before turning back towards where the music was blasting from, finally realising that the concert had already been underway.

"So do you have seats for us?" A gentle tug and a motion with her head to bring Vaylin's attention towards the source of the song.

 

[Amaya Cardei]

As Immortuos opened the portal, something else began to stir. A violent quake emerged, the walls began to crumple as if they had been made of sand feeding into the portal created by the man. What he did not know, and what [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] would soon find is that the person behind this was indeed a Sith themselves. One that refused to crossover, one who refused to give up their hold on life but had lost their connection to the Force. In its place they forged a connection to the Netherworld and thus became a connection between the two realms. As for Nargath, every moment of his ill contempt toward his fellow Sith only fed the spirits around him and so they would react in the portal with both Nargath and Immortuos.

Charlyra and Toth were spared the violent quake and instead they heard silence, and the small creaking of a door. She turned to the Sith Lord a moment before walking toward it, hand outstretched she could see the lines now. "Here we go," she mentioned, and gazed up to find the apparition of the Moff before her. "Speak." She demanded of the spirit, and as his jaw opened to speak he disappeared. Whatever it was he had to say seemed to be damning, the child from before tugged at Charlyra's hand gestured. Blood still stained the bottom of her clothes, but she did not seem bothered by it her concentration with the spirit of the Moff who seemed to want to talk.

A battle for Nargath and Immortuos would be at hand, but they would be fighting themselves as demonic variations of their own faces began to appear.

Meanwhile far away from the madness - another set of circumstances.

Kaalia would find herself being led down to the very chamber in which the Sith conducted his ritual, the ritual to save his own life. Only he could not have forseen the consequences, in his attempt to secure immortality. He doomed himself sacrificing his dark side energy and connection to the Force for his powers with the Netherworld. Those dark side powers now permeated the detention center and his connection to the Netherworld is what drew such paranormal connections to this place. [member="Funami Teriyaki"] and [member="Trayze Tesar"] would begin to see black wisps of death swirl around the central chamber that they had guided to.

They would see the spirits chained, and others who suffered - who wanted to crossover.

"How dare you intrude upon my sanctum," the Lord Between Realms sneered, "no matter, your fellow Sith trifle with powers they do not understand and yet feed my energies, feed this hallowed ground. Speak now, before death becomes you."

[member="Credius Nargath"] | [member="Darth Immortuos"] | [member="Eye of Solomon"]

The venue's lights flickered momentarily, power looked like it would buckle and then everything went back to normal. Ishana did not see what she saw, and that was the ghastly hand of the Netherworld. A litch feeding power from the venue heading back toward over the hills, and the phantom like wails - the cursed moans. [member="Vaylin"] and her fellow Valkyries would be hard pressed to ignore these things as well. Still the acts on the stage did not seem bothered at all by what had happened, nor did they seem bothered by the odd spectres of light in the shape of orbs that now floated about them. The show seemed to go on, and Ishana turned to her wife, "babe... am I seeing things?"

A slight gasp as the Lord Between Realms whispered in her ears, her skin went cold and echoes of the River Styx flooded into her mind. Ishana shut her eyes again, and opened them and swore to all that was holy that someone was just over her shoulder. She turned to look but there was nothing, and the music continued to play.

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[Kaalia Pavanos]

The chamber felt like it was an extention of the Netherworld itself. In the back of Darth Avacyn's mind something felt off, though when the spirit of he who had been responsible for the otherworldly disturbances the facility housed spoke, that feeling became much more alarming. Still, as a Valkyrie she spoke to him with conviction. Her task was to ensure that the souls of the dead were to pass into the Netherworld, the souls occupying the detention center were no exception.

"I wield the strength of the Netherworld as its emissary. The souls inhabiting this place must pass on and so must you."

Then, Avacyn's apparition suddenly flickered out without warning. This left Trayze and Funami to their own devices but fortunately only for a few moments, before the now much more concerned-looking apparition flickered back into existence. While still facing the Lord Between Realms, the spirit turned her head towards the two Sith.

"Go to the stadium where the concert is being held. Something is very wrong. I am there as we speak." The apparition then disappeared again, but did not return.

[member="Funami Teriyaki"] | [member="Trayze Tesar"]​

Netherworld energies began to converge on the stadium, indicating to Kaalia that something was very, very wrong. She grasped Ishana's hand and looked around to locate Vaylin among the other box seats, showing very clear concern about the situation. Her wife asked her if she was seeing things, then her wife's hand turned cold. Kaalia needed to get her away, and quickly. She got up from her seat.

"You are not imagining things. These are Netherworld energies... We need to go. Now. Let's go find Vaylin." Had Ishana not been here, Kaalia's reaction would have been very different. She herself had the Force at her fingertips in order to ward off danger, but Ishana did not. The fact she was able to see what was going on while the crowd didn't react whatsoever did not bode well.

The redhead's eyes then locked onto where Vaylin and Jorryn had taken their seats. "Over there," Kaalia pointed towards where they were going to be headed. While they began to push through the crowd, Kaalia would not let go of the brunette's hand in order to not get separated.

[member="Ishana Pavanos"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]​

 

[Trayze Tesar]

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The Kiffar growled, his blood now boiling as he knew exactly where the entity went. They went after Lady Avacyn...and by her words, going to the first place that had a lot of souls.
"C'mon Funami, up we get." he eventually, and somewhat more intently, gave the Sithling another piggyback ride. "Lady Valkyrie, Lord Halcyon, if you could stay behind, perhaps whatever hole that grants this...thing it's power can be clogged." The potent portal to the realm of Death itself choked and smothered Trayze's very core, but he kept a professional grimace. "Lord Toth, if you are willing to assist me, we must ensure a swift evacuation of the stadium. Whatever witchcraft it's spouting, I know someone who wants blood."

With that, and with the pink companion once more on his back, the Acolyte zoomed ahead back towards where they came, at speeds that would no doubt be thrilling to the Sithling...but if she were to sense his demeanor it was that of grimness.

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[member="Funami Teriyaki"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Sith Muse"] | [member="Eye of Solomon"]​

 

[Funami Teriyaki]

Funami’s eyes widened and darted from one corner to another, scanning the moldy walls and filthy floor. The place reeked of bad things and ancient evils. She feared nothing though, ready to battle the ancient spirit! Charging in, the Sithling started blasting at the black wisps, using her psychokinetic hands to swat them like flies. It did precious little except for making her feel sick to her stomach. The Dark energy about the chamber practically suffocated her presence in the Force, as if death itself wanted to tear her very soul out and drag it into the deepest pits of the Netherworld. Forced to abandon her current endeavor, the girl’s legs rushed her out of the room and she took a moment to rest, breathing heavily. Perhaps she had underestimated the danger.

Avacyn’s orders alleviated Funami’s growing fears, conveyed by a relieved nod. No expert on the Netherworld, the pink-haired Sithling knew she stood little chance against the big bad spirit after suffering its oppressive presence first-hand. Ever the obedient acolyte, the girl’s little body mounted Trayze once more and they practically shot toward the exit. Proving useful for once, the pink backpack telekinetically blasted open every door in their day and removed any need to Trayze to stop. Dashing at this speed produced a gust strong enough to play with her hair, prompting her hands to cover the pink crown sitting atop her head.

“Faster, faster, faster,” the little terror squealed from the acolyte’s back. “We must not disappoint lord Avacyn!”

To his credit, Trayze had turned out to be a strong, physically capable man who could deal with the additional baggage without sacrificing speed. Another set of blast doors slid open and the two were free to breathe fresh air again as the night’s dark embrace liberated them from the horrors left behind. What terror awaited at the stadium, the girl did not know. Casting a worried glance in the concert’s direction, she suppressed a loud gulp. And their race to the concert continued, never ceasing until the Sith duo stood at the stadium's gates. Funami's now rather dirtied slippers touched the solid pavement as she slid off Trayze's back and allowed him a moment of respite.

“Wow, we made it! Let's find lord Avacyn. Somewhere. How big is this place?”

[member="Trayze Tesar"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Sith Muse"] |​

 

[Vaylin]

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Vaylin smiled at the comment, her cheeks reddening slightly beneath her facial tattoos. There were very few people who could get that reaction from the Zabrak, and Jorryn was one who could do so consistently. She was pulled from her musing from the Echani's slight nudge, motioning towards the stage where the stage was in full swing.

"Oh, yes! We have a box seat available to us."

The Zabrak slipped her hand into Jorryn's, leading the way through the crowd and towards their destination.

Once there, they were greeted with a sight familiar to anyone who had taken up the reserved seating, slaves. Vaylin made no comment, but neither did she outright dismiss them. She had been around the block long enough to know that such a dismissal would be considered rude by their hosts. Her personal feelings on the matter were a tad mixed, given she had essentially been one herself during her childhood. At least that's how it felt being under her mother's thumb. But she wasn't going to complain if it meant their time at the concert would be interrupted and attended too.

Unfortunately, neither of them would get a chance to enjoy much. Vaylin had barely got comfortable in her seat when everything started to go wrong. First was the lighting flickering, only to return to normal seconds later. The Zabrak looked over at Jorryn, a rather bemused expression on her face. But a moment later Vaylin's expression dropped. She could feel her skin tingle with goosebumps, that ever etheteral tether grew cold as the familiar presence of the Netherworld grew.

Ever since helping Kaalia, Vaylin had become acutely aware of what that felt like.

The Zabrak shot up from her seat, silently staring not at the stage but above it, towards the floating orbs. Eventually, she spoke and her voice was quiet but serious.

"We need to get everyone out of here, now." She spun around to practically glare at the slaves, who got the message and quickly departed. Vaylin didn't waste time either, grabbing Jorryn's hands and hauling her up onto her feet. "We need to go and find Kaalia." The Zabrak didn't know if Jorryn could even see the Netherworld's corporeal manifestations. Could anyone with the Force see them? Or was it just those that had physically set foot there before?

"It's the Netherworld, something must've happened at the Detention Centre..." While it wasn't exactly rare to see Vaylin so deadly serious, this seemed to be on a different degree. There was a determined glint in her eyes, but at the same time there also some...fear and concern? The Zabrak was confident Jorryn could hold her own, but against the Netherworld? She wasn't sure in the slightest.

The duo had barely departed their box seating by the time Kaalia and Ishana had reached them. Vaylin attention first landed on Ishana, to see how the Balmorran was with the Netherworld's sudden presence. Then it shifted to the Valkyrie Matriarch.

"What happened?"

[member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Sith Muse"]​

 

[Credius Nargath]

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It was a vicious circle, the more hatred, frustration and anger Darth Halcyon felt, the more he fed the dark side of the force within the building, the spirits tetethered to the One who was responsible for it all. Yet as much as his own negative emotions fed the darkness, so too did the darkness feed the Sith Lord, the crystals upon his gauntlets drawing in more and more dark energy, shadows flowing around him as he was confronted with an abomination; a perversion of his own body and face. The more power he absorbed, the angrier he became, the more pain he felt shooting like frozen ice through his veins, the more power he could draw from the force. An unending generator for his own selfsatisfaction, his own desires, his own passion...that was all there was within this place.​

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The mirror images hands rose upwards, letting out a burst of electricity towards the Sith Lord, hurting him...angering him...empowering him...​

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"Enough, this mockery has lasted long enough," Bristling with rage, pain and utter anguish, the armored sith lord raised both his hands towards the mirror images that had emerged from the portal Darth Immortuos had created. "Wether you be fictions of my imagination, conjuries from the force or abominations from the netherworld, I will NOT allow such a mockery to continue."​

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Like a monstrously divine wrath, tendrils of black lightning, empowered by both the surrounding darkness within the force and the crystals upon Darth Halcyon's gauntlets coursed through the air towards both his own and Darth Immortuos' mirror image, the lightning tearing even through the ground itself, catching even the edges of the portal, coursing through the air practically unchecked and unbound, ripping through the walls like a hot knife through butter. "Go back to whence you came, the nothingness of the void."​

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[member="Sith Muse"] | [member="Darth Immortuos"]​

 

[Darth Assimilus]

" Nulgath! Look out!" The voice of Balthazar boomed inside the sith lords inner psyche. apon opening the portal two entities had emerged. One being akin to [member="Credius Nargath"] and the other akin to Darth Immortuos himself! Had not the spirit sensed what was to come Immortuos would have been caught off guard completely. Instinctively the spirit had shielded the wraith of a man with within a barrier of the force. There was a clash of energy against the invisible wall. Five digit-ed claws appeared to make mark but did not penetrate Immortuos defensive barrier provided by his spectral ally. For spirit could only defend spirit.

" Petty illusions." It was apparent now. No spirit would actively take the form of two sith lord least they be mocking them or attempting to unsettle them. As if Nulgath had not seen himself in a mirror before. Torrents of black lightning stretched across the span of space toward Nulgath, this was no doubt due to Darth Halcyon. This immediate action was rather impulse but warranted. Redirecting a portion of the black lightning with the gesture of his hands Lord Immortuos smirked as the electric streams warped around his entire form in the shape of a shield. Lightning shield. It was an advanced technique within the ability of casting force lightning but luckily for Nulgath this was his primary focus. The two cheap mimics were not worthy of Nulgaths time, not fully. The shield protected him from the ghosts attacks completely as long as he held concentration and would even lash out at those who approached too close. There was something far more important here for him to find and illusions were not it.

" Once the the source is gone. What seek will also." Balthazar warned as the battle raged before Nulgath. Gritting his teeth his neck motioned a turn of the head at his Sith brother and his ultimate goal. " Enough. Spirits, ghosts and those trapped within these very walls" Nulgath addressed " I offer you your escape from this place of torment! If you wish to be free come to me. Hear my call." Force amplifying his voice. The reverberating breaths of each word echoed about the halls and into the confines of the containment center. Immortuos did not need nor want every spirit here bound within him. That would mean his death at an accelerated rate. He only needed the few and thus far they were appearing already with some interest.

[member="Sith Muse"]

 

[Trayze Tesar]

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Trayze would have smirked at the childish display, but now was the time for speed. Once they had dashed into the stadium, the Kiffar took a moment to steady his breathing and get a feel. "Very large. Largest party on the planet." he explained. "I sense Lady Avacyn and several other Sith Lords inside...and a practical soul buffet for our ghost target."

Now the Kiffar had very little time to formulate a plan, and after a few moments of silence, he opened his eyes and explained. "The Sith Lords will combat the ghost, our first priority is to evacuate the citizens and lock down the entire city block. A portal to...wherever these ghosts came out of will surely be nothing but trouble, and if the Matriarch of the Valkyries is threatened, this will allow us to bring in nearby fleets."

The terminology may have gone over the Sithling's head, so he recapped. "Open doors, get civvies off the floor, and extinct the ghost like an archaeosaur."

With the Force, and possibly with Funami's aid, the main gates would be evacuated, and Trayze would bark at the security to get everyone out in an orderly fashion, and where the emergency beacon would be. Public buildings in the event of a terrorist action should have one, and he would be unpleasantly surprised if the coordinator of this gathering didn't have Imperial Security on speed dial.

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[member="Funami Teriyaki"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Sith Muse"] | [member="Eye of Solomon"]​

 

[Funami Teriyaki]

“Wait, really? You can sense her, just like that?” She frowned and cast a gaze full of disbelief at him and cocked her head. “Wow. My ability is not that developed yet. Good job! Um, I'm sure the Emperor would be very proud!”

Nothing short of amazed, the girl left her glare fester on him for a moment longer and rubbed her sleepy eyes, letting out a vocal yawn and stretching again. Little Sithlings like her weren’t supposed to stay up this late. Normally tucked in bed at this hour, Funami felt her eyelids grow heavy and knew her focus would not last much longer. Orinackra be damned, she was tired and wanted to sleep! Unlike most of her Sith allies, the pink-haired terror had to get up every morning and go to school.

Determined to do her part and leave the rest to others, Funami’s hands hastily rummaged through her pockets.

Wait, she had no pockets. She was wearing her pink pajamas. Never expecting the night to grow into such an adventure, she had ventured into the prison practically unarmed. Lacking a personal holo, the task of reporting the incoming danger could not be done. Turning to Trayze and averting her sight, embarrassed, she nervously fiddled with her fingers.

“Um, Trayze, do you have a holo? Just report a bomb at the stadium! It’ll be faster than explaining ghosts and Force rituals.”

Wasting no time, shuffled steps brought her over to the entrance. It refused to open. The difference in size almost mocked the acolyte’s tiny form, denying her entry solely because she appeared so young. Funami’s intent stare mentally fought against the cocky slab of metal, commanding it to open. The reinforced blast door meant to withstand armed conflict gave a screeching moan and involuntarily rolled out of the way as she flicked a finger and telekinetically pried it agape. Sauntering in as if nothing special had happened, the small child easily disappeared among the masses, bending any door to stand in her path into an obedient hole.

“So where is lord Ava... uh, hello? HELLO?!” She called out, squeaky voice overpowered as the concert raged in full swing. Nobody cared about some little girl who appeared lost, perhaps except security guards.

Little feet clad in fluffy slippers started for the VIP seats.

[member="Trayze Tesar"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Sith Muse"] |​

 

[Amaya Cardei]

[member="Vaylin"] and [member=[/FONT]"Kaalia Pavanos"] would begin to see it forming, see him form. A halfbreed, a pureblood-human spectral form rise from the old detention center. He laughed and laughed, as [member=[/FONT]"Credius Nargath"] fed his energies. "Such hatred, such anger! I love it!" Hearty laughter echoed throughout the land, and by now those in the stadium had left or been in the process of leaving. Blue plasma surged forward from the stage taking old of Ishana Pavanos and pulling her toward the detention center. While [member="Funami Teriyaki"] and [member=[/FONT]"Trayze Tesar"] would find tendrils of blue plasma seeking them out. The Lord Between Realms towered over the detention center and then felt a tinge of weakness.

"What? No!"

"GRAAAH!" He shot back toward [member="Darth Immortuos"], "THESE SOULS ARE MINE!"

Charlyra and Lord Toth had managed their way to the roof of the facility. "Typical, Sith greed is that what did you in? Lord Necrox? That was your name wasn't? Lord Immortuos, Darth Avacyn whatever you're going to do. I recommend doing it now!"

"Not today, I think." Necrox the Lord Between Realms remarked and looked toward the city of Crüe. Streaks of light raced across the blackened sky making contact with a local holosign, from whence a creature would be brought to life. This creature represented some sort of pastry snack, but it would not matter as it roared to life. Necrox then raised his hands toward the sky and the ground beneath the detention center began to shake. Such an earth-shattering quake could be felt across the land, and in the stadium itself, four creatures would rise. Dead slaves who once performed here now rose again in their ghastly forms wielding their sonic instruments of doom.

Ishana, however, was not one to just be taken lightly, "PISS OFF GHOST!"

Her words hung in the air as she worked free of the Dark Lord's grip only to find herself now pummeling through the air.

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