Populate [SO Populate of Empty Hex] Survival of Ozzuk Thren

[Blade Ice]

Theme: Blue Monday
Tags: OPEN

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A man in old trench coat that was a patch work of leather scraps not one stitch left of the original coat left on it, stepped into the arena. His eyes glowed a sulfuric orange, draw attention to his scraggly hair and unkept beard. You would almost mistake him for a homeless man who wandered into the wrong part of town if it was for those battle worn glowing eyes. It wasn't often the rebel sith came out into public to test his metal, he had nothing to prove to anyone.

Once upon a time his name meant something when he showed up in sith space but that was from a long-forgotten time. Now the name Blade Ice or Darth Lucid and the legacy of the rebel sith were long forgotten. He was a relic of the past and the sith still hadn't learned the lessons he had once vowed to teach them. He spent so long rebelling and trying to fix the problems that plagued the faith he never turned his back on, just to have them fall on deaf ears time and time again.

Though these days on the rare occasion he ventured out from his hut on Zonju V it wasn't to fight some pointless rebellion to fix the wrongs, it was more just to stretch his old legs. It was what brought him to Orinackra, he heard there was some kind of tournament. At first, he thought he would just come and watch, but to be honest the sith running the show bored him to death. He would rather put a saber in his brain pan and die again then listen to them politic or play their silly little plots.

Yet the idea of a survival game that appealed to him on a level no one would understand. Of course, most of the masters would play their games behind the scenes instead of providing the younger sith with a challenge and rite to face them. The sith at its core was about the struggle to survive but far too often those at the top would rather feed glutinously on those they felt beneath them. Blade had never been about that he didn't want power or to be the guy in charge sitting on some throne. No, he wanted to be here, in the thick of it fighting struggling proving his strength.

His many rebellions of the past may have failed to make their dent, but there was still a fire in him to fight. Who knows maybe some kid would prove their worth against him. He reached into the into his jacket and pulled out his crimson coin and smirked. He flipped it into the air then caught it. "Best be getting myself weapon then." He said to himself as he slipped the coin back in his pocket. Hell, he would settle for a cache with a death stick in it.

 

[Domina Prime]

Fan Thy Embers, Embrace Thy Flame.
For In Our Ashes Lies Eternity’s Claim~

Diarch Rellik | Diarch Reign | Tova Rachi | Orion Pavond | Itzhal Volkihar | Gavin Vel

Open​

LOCATION: Orinackra | The Ruined City
OBJECTIVE: A Clash of Coins | OBJ2

Domina ducked and twisted, a sinuous cyclone of claws, talons, and unfathomable fury. Her movements wove through the chaos like a viper among fireflies, her five ember-like eyes darting in every direction, reading the battlefield with predatory precision. Gavin Vel having suffered a strike from the impact of her tail which had sent him recoiling and crashing to the earth.

He arose from the ashes strongly however. Sending Dima into a wicked glee as he drew his dagger furiously and came charging towards the Xeno with anger in his eyes. Her talons flexed, preparing her to move only for a sudden blast of light to strike the barbaric warrior before he could perform his leap of faith into Dimas arms.

The impact from Itzhal Volkihar 's stun-blast sent him careening into a pile of shattered glass and jagged debris. Domina halted mid-moment, her segmented jaws clicking as she chuckled impishly, the sound resonating like a haunting lullaby.

Domina clasped her hands neatly behind her back, her towering form leaning forward slightly, like a cat ready to pounce. Her tail flicked idly behind her, scorching faint lines into the ground as her chest rumbled with a guttural laugh.

"Sweet champion," she sang in a lilting, saccharine tone, her amusement dripping from every word. "Prime admires your iron will, little god~" She flexed her muscles subtly, the light dancing along her azure scales, as if inviting him to lunge again should he even be able to continue.

The other Mandalorian wasted no time, switching targets to the second Sith amidst the fray Diarch Rellik . His blaster barked sharply, the fight escalating into a symphony of destruction. Meanwhile, Domina was left with Gavin, still groaning as he rolled in the dust. She crouched slightly, her posture loose, watching him through her glimmering eyes as if he were prey.

And then—he stood again.

The Sith's teeth ground audibly as he forced himself upright, his hands trembling but steadying on the hilt of his dagger. His resolve burned like a dying star refusing to extinguish, and Dima's heart soared. Her segmented jaws spread in a grin so wide it split her face, a hiss of exhilaration escaping her lips. She flung her arms wide, the dramatic gesture both welcoming and mocking, her voice ringing with mad delight.

"There it is! That's what This One NEEDS to see! Bare your fangs, little wolf! Let your fury sing!" she bellowed, her words dripping with deranged affection. She gestured grandly toward the cameras hidden in the ruins, glaring at them as if daring them to miss the spectacle. "Prime sees you, young god! Make sure they do as well!"

Her azure claws flexed, their edges shimmering dangerously as she beckoned him forward. Her body seemed to shimmer with latent energy, a tangible excitement radiating from her like heat from an open flame. The Sith hesitated, but the mockery in her stance and the promise in her voice compelled him forward.

And then, abruptly another emerged from the dark. Rellik returning to the fray with his focus on Dima. her five eyes darted between the two men, a wicked grin spreading across her lips.

"Yeeeeeeeees, yes! ALLFATHER! BARE WITNESS!" She snarled to the heavens in a vicious chant. His daggers glinting like fangs in the dim light. He lunged at Domina with feral precision, his strikes aimed to overwhelm her defenses. But she was already in motion, her azure claws slashing outward to meet steel with a shower of sparks, each parry a clash of radiant power against mortal determination. Sparks of azure light illuminated the fray as she twisted and danced, her movements an intricate symphony of defense and counterstrike. One blade, then another—she deflected them all, her five eyes alight with savage glee.

Then, Diarch Rellik 's dagger found purchase, slicing between the obsidian scales at her side. Radiant blood, shimmering like molten starlight, splattered onto the scorched earth. Domina howled with laughter, her voice echoing through the ruins like a joyous requiem. The thrill of pain, the elation of a worthy opponent—these were gifts to her god, and she reveled in the offering.

Her stance shifted dramatically, legs stomping down beside his ankles with deliberate, almost taunting precision, as if trying to step on his toes. Her erratic footwork would disrupt his balance, controlling his space as her tail whipped around wildly, forcing him to constantly reposition. All four of her arms moved in a blinding flurry of martial strikes—slashing upward, downward, sideways, and back—forcing the Sith into a desperate, defensive rhythm from countless feints and fake-outs.

And then she struck.

Domina hoisted one powerful leg high above her head, her talons glinting like obsidian scythes. For a split second, she paused in the apex of the motion, her body a towering silhouette of alien elegance, before bringing her heel crashing down in a devastating arc. The impact, whether against flesh or stone, was cataclysmic. Her hooked talons struck with the force of a meteor, sending shockwaves rippling through the earth. The ground around them cracked and splintered in a violent explosion of dirt and debris, her laughter ringing through the chaos like a war hymn to the gods.

Prime offered all the song so craved: the song of blood, fire, and the glory of the gods.

 

[Lady Nightmare]

Objective 2
Tags: Lady Falentra

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Elation, and then surprise! The young woman had landed a strike on her opponent, a strong one at that, it had thrown the other woman off course.

But before she’d known it, Nightmare was flying along with her, some invisible force having latched itself to her leg.

From where she dangled, upside down know, she swore she could feel the vice like grip on her leg. As her opponent looked over the battlefield, a familiar anger rose up in Nightmare..

Yelling she said “I’M NOT DONE YET YOUR FIGHT IS WITH ME! DON’T YOU DARE LOOK AWAY”

with a vicious snarl and a wild look in her eye that would have made her uncle Diarch Rellik proud, she unsheathed her knife and cut off right past where the grip was happening.

 

[Kaivaan Raaf]

Taeli Raaf [Mentions] | Open to Interaction​

The Sithspawn lunged forward, its grotesque, hybrid form moving with unnerving speed for its size. Kaivaan barely had time to sidestep, the creature's serrated claws raking through the air where he'd been standing moments before. His instincts kicked in as he spun away, dagger raised defensively.

The beast growled, its glowing eyes locking onto him with murderous intent. Kaivaan's pulse thundered in his ears, but he forced himself to breathe, to focus. His grandmother's voice echoed in his memory, "Control your fear. Fear blinds, but the Force sharpens."

The creature charged again, and Kaivaan ducked low, slicing his dagger across its leg. The blade bit into flesh, but the wound was shallow, barely slowing it down. The Sithspawn retaliated with a sweeping claw that caught him across the shoulder, sending him sprawling into the dust. Pain flared through his arm, but he gritted his teeth, forcing himself to roll to his feet.

The dagger alone wouldn't be enough. Kaivaan drew on the Force, extending his free hand as tendrils of electricity sparked to life around his fingers. With a sharp thrust of his palm, a bolt of Force Lightning crackled toward the beast. The creature roared as the electricity coursed through its body, but instead of faltering, it grew angrier, charging through the assault with relentless determination.

Kaivaan staggered back, his mind racing. He reached deep into his training, summoning a wave of Telekinesis. He flung debris from the ruined metro station toward the beast, jagged chunks of stone slamming into its side. One shard embedded itself in its shoulder, earning a snarl of pain, but it only seemed to enrage the Sithspawn further.

"Come on," he muttered to himself, dodging another swipe of its claws. His movements were growing slower, fatigue and pain taking their toll. The beast landed a glancing blow across his ribs, and he stumbled, blood staining his tunic.

For a moment, doubt crept in. He wasn't strong enough. He wasn't ready. Then, a new voice echoed in his mind—his own, steady and resolute. You are the Heir to House Raaf. You are the heir to her legacy. Fight like it.

Kaivaan planted his feet, forcing himself to stand tall despite the pain. He extended his awareness through the Force, connecting with the energy of the arena itself—the swirling darkness, the whispers of power left behind by those who had fought and fallen here. He felt the faint thread of something familiar, the essence of the dark side, and his grandmother.

Closing his eyes for a brief moment, Kaivaan drew on her lessons. The memory of her mastery over the Force surged through him, guiding his movements. When he opened his eyes, they glinted with determination, his amethyst-hued eyes turned to a sulfuric gold as the dark side coarse through his veins.

The Sithspawn lunged once more, but this time Kaivaan didn't retreat. Instead, he thrust his hand forward, channeling raw, focused energy into a Force Repulse. A shockwave rippled outward, slamming into the beast and hurling it backward into the rubble. The ground beneath him trembled with the force of the impact.

The creature staggered to its feet, but Kaivaan wasn't finished. He gathered his remaining strength and focused on its mind, pouring his will into Force Fear. The beast hesitated, its predatory growls faltering as its glowing eyes flickered with uncertainty. Kaivaan pressed the advantage, advancing with slow, deliberate steps.

"You will kneel," he commanded, his voice low but filled with authority.

The Sithspawn roared in defiance, but the seeds of doubt planted by his power took root. As it hesitated, Kaivaan reached deeper into the Force, channeling his connection to the dark side, to her. With a final, desperate push, he extended his hand and unleashed a torrent of Force Lightning, amplified by the dark energy of the arena. The bolts struck true, crackling across the Sithspawn's body until it finally collapsed with a guttural cry.

Kaivaan dropped to his knees, gasping for breath. His body ached, his wounds burned, and his vision blurred from exhaustion. But he was alive. He had won.

As the dust settled, he wiped the blood from his lip and forced himself to his feet. "I am Kaivaan Balthasar Raaf," he whispered to himself, the words a quiet affirmation. "Heir to House Raaf."

And as he staggered forward, the ruined metro station silent once more, he knew this battle was only the beginning.

 

[Lady Falentra]

Indeed she should not have looked away. Before she could register, a sharp pain radiated from her head, resonating from the ends of the tentacle which held on the girl.

The end of the tentacle despite being detached and loosing its cloak, writhed on the ground like a worm. The wound, still invisible, bleed deep blue blood staining the grey cement. A deep scowl fixed on her lips. Every inch of the tendrils was power and potential.

It had sparked the fury, she was done playing, done toying with this child. “Your fight is done for today,” She hissed. Her hand extended in the direction of the massive water tower, reaching out through the force surrounding it in her grasp, before her fist closed, pulling their way.

The massive canister began to leaned, the metal supports groaning and then breaking, toppling the tower. The metal crashed loudly onto the roof, spilling its contents. The water was like a small tsunami, a huge wave crashing onto the dry cement and flooding their way.

The roof was now a shallow pool, the waters reaching just above her knees. But it was enough. It was certainly enough distraction as another tentacle lashed out towards the girl, this time aiming for her armed limb to restrain.

Lady Nightmare

 

[Lady Nightmare]

Objective: 2
Tag: Lady Falentra Lady Falentra

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What WAS that!? As the worm like tentacle separated from her, the only thought Nightmare had was where it had come from..

She surmised the woman must have more of these appendages hidden from sight. As she was gearing up for the next round of assault, her adversary hissed something and struck out her hand.

Nightmare realized too late that the attack wasn't aimed for her, as the water tower came toppling down. She reacted instantly, attempting to move away but found herself pinned by another invisible tendril.

 

[Leshanna]

Nervous excitement kept Leshanna alert and on edge as she found herself amongst the other participants who would be partaking in this challenge: a five day event of survival against Force knew what. There was a very real chance she could be seriously injured or even killed in this event - but that only served to stoke her inner fires even further. She was here to prove once again, not only to herself but to others around her, that she had what it took to become a Sith.

That had come into question a bit after the results of winning the race some time prior; it had circulated for a while that she’d gotten sick after the race, and though there were a few that congratulated her on her win, there were plenty of others who mocked her for showing such un-Sith like weakness. It had been something she had internalized, and learned very quickly that she hated being called weak, and such comments were enough to send her into an instant rage.

In fact, just thinking about it made her angry.

Save it for the event, dummy. You might need that anger later on.

Leshanna shifted her weight from hip to hip as she listened to the speech given by Maiza Vex . The girl’s blue eyes flickered over the gathered crowd who were waiting for their moment to scatter and begin the Challenge, and they landed on familiar faces. Kivah waved off Maiza and made it clear she was going to do her own thing, and Leshanna caught Naamino’s gaze as he subtly gestured for her to follow along as he seemed to follow Kivah’s lead.

A small smile touched the girl’s face; she wasn’t going to complain about an invitation to be a part of their little band; if it meant she had a better chance at making it through the Survival games, then it was to her benefit. She moved off to follow her Zabrak friend as they made for some distant ruins, alert as her eyes flickered over the space around them. Anything could happen at any time, and right now all she had to defend herself with was a small dagger, provided to her along with a Coin. She would need to find the opposite coin somewhere within the vast area that surrounded them, and could only use whatever armor or weapons they came upon in stashes.

She picked up the words spoken by Naamino, as he inquired if anyone else was going to share what coin they had with them, and also advised them to keep an eye out for Myunnah, the Tuk’ata. At first, Lesh did not respond to his inquiry, choosing to wait and see what the others said before she voiced her own thoughts on that matter. Rapid movement caught her attention and her heart leapt into her throat - before she realized it was the Tuk'ata that had bounded into their group, immediately setting upon Naamino to slobber all over him, before setting off after Micah. She couldn't help a small smile at the show of affection; that and she was rather happy they had a Sith warbeast with them. She just might prove to be rather helpful, the young Acolyte thought to herself as she continued after the group.

Tags: Naamino Zuukamano // Kivah // Micah tol Powl // Myunnah​

 

[Viers Connory]

//: Lucette //: OPEN //:

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Fingertips pressed against the stone scraps of a forgotten civilization. A mind searched through the slight hum of electromagnetic waves, hoping to find a source. Viers pulled away; the source was too far to pinpoint, and she wasn't fully aware of what metal the coins were made of. If there was a coin nearby, she would have been able to sense its interference or reflection of the waves depending on its source. Standing, Viers remained hidden within the folds of the Force. To almost anyone, the Corellian would be perfectly hidden; even her force signature was minimal at most - a skill she knew but hadn't fully perfected.

Today would be a good practice session for it. Looking around, Viers saw Lucy's outline just ahead of her. She stared as she tilted her head and leaned on the staff she had brought. The more time she spent with her Princess' friend', the more Viers was distracted.

Often, her distant admiration went unnoticed, but in the middle of a trial, the Jutrand student would soon regret her infatuation. Slowly, from the shadows, a sithspawn creature that was able to sense the Force cloak moved quietly behind her. Its heavy breathing was only heard as it opened its mouth, slowly moving over the soft sighing and nearly drooling teenager. As quickly as she had caught Lucy's silhouette, she disappeared.

"Hmm? Where did she go?" Viers questioned as she stopped leaning on the stick, but when the realization that she was now inside the long snout of the sithspawn, it was too late. Quickly, the creature scooped the girl up and attempted to jostle her down its throat. Lucky for Viers, this wasn't the first time she was about to be a monster's dinner. Guttural cries of joy emitted from the beast as it continued flinging its head back and prodding its dinner with its tongue, trying to quickly ingest it. Its eyes were already on the girl that was moving away from it.

Viers caught herself and hardened her body by use of the Force. The crack-like tattoos glowed as she continued to draw upon their connection to the Force to enhance her own. Using her hand, she dug her fingers into the tender flesh of the monster's mouth, allowing her a grip so she could kick the tongue hard as it tried to wrap itself around her waist. "Oh no, Viers don't like." She kicked it once again hard, stunning the tongue for a moment, allowing her to spin the staff with her free hand. The strength that enhanced her transferred to the staff, and she began to jab the tongue of the creature at the end of the staff. The creature screamed and wailed as Viers continued her onslaught, speeding up with each blow. Blood began to drip from the monster's jaws as it fought to keep its mouth closed, wanting desperately to devour her. If only Viers would accept her fate, this would be easier.

More blood gushed from the creature as its short arms reached for its throat, clawing at it. Viers had now allowed herself to slip enough to its throat. Her feet dug into its flesh, rooting the Corellian stable. Once more, the staff began to spin above her head. Faster and faster, the wooden staff tearing through the monster's throat. Once last guttural wail, the head of the beast flopped to the side, and its body slumped where it stood.

Viers jumped down, using the creature's thick belly as a landing pad for her. Standing, she returned the staff to her back and shook off the excess blood from her Jutrand uniform. She was lucky the uniform had its own personal defenses. Still, it wouldn't be enough, and Viers realized she would have to depend on her survival skills. Viers paused before she left and grabbed the mask from the creature's throat. "Can't be leaving that." Pushing it back into place, she ran ahead to catch up to Lucy. Fading into the shadows, Viers once more became untraceable. Moving quickly, she finally caught up to catch Lucy's words. As she finished, Viers stepped out of the veil of the Force Cloak, a bloody mess. "Hm, that doesn't look ominous or anything." Viers chuckled and removed the armored mask from her face. She smiled towards Lucy, the faint glow of the kyber crystals embedded in her skin still glowing through the uniform fabric, connecting to a small circular network at the base of her neck.

Her smile faded, turning into almost a cocky sneer, "Hope you can keep up, Princess." As she spoke, she faded instantly from sight.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Naamino Zuukamano Iskendyr Yvarro Maiza Vex Kivah Leshanna
EPISODE I:

[ post theme ]​

He had a dagger.

That was it.

One dagger.

No Dark Side artifacts. No Sith runes. No scrolls. No cryptic gestures that he'd tried to write down on a cafeteria napkin to remind himself how the thumb and forefinger were positioned when trying to cast Sutta Chwituskak. Which, by the by, was ridiculously specific. Especially for a spell that was basically just introductory Force Blast for Dummies.

"...whose idea was this, again?" the cat remarked dryly, side-eyeing the Iridonian.

The girl they'd met on garbage sorting duty was giving a speech. It reminded him a bit of how Confessor Mordred had rallied them before the pilgrimage. Very regimental. Very military. Naami was probably loving this.

Micah had, of course, tuned most of it out.

...what even was her name again? Mazda? Maize? There was always half-blood, but the cat was definitely not using that one.

Wait, what was the other half?

In any case... Trying to take stock of how things stood with not only himself, but also his companions, the boy was trying to come up with a strategy. Drawing his dagger, he casually flipped it over to Kivah . He'd seen her proficiency with not only knives, but throwing knives. The knife given him would be put to better use by the big cat. He'd be of better use in the van.

Whether Kivah understood him or not, she leapt up and gave a rousing speech of her own. Which was short enough, it even held his attention span.

Cathar knew how to do it.

Weren't they supposed to have the Force do all the work for them? The amount of running involved was already more work than the cat found reasonable, as he kept pace with Naami.

"We uh- going to share what coin each of us started with or is it better to keep that secret you think?"

Pulling out his coin, the cat hadn't even glanced at it before then. As he tucked it away again, he answered. "Red. You?"

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

Of course, it had to happen to me. Despite all the precautions I took, I hear a male voice above me ordering me to stop.

I hear the sound of a blaster he just disengaged the safety.

Shit.

He clearly tells me that if I move, he'll shoot. For now, I decide to stay still and figure out what he wants before attempting anything. I need to locate him precisely. At the moment, I have too little information to act against him. I don't know if he's strong or weak, an experienced fighter or not. I can't help but think quickly, searching for a possible escape route.

He wants to ask me questions, but what happens if I don't know the answer he's looking for? Getting eliminated in the first few days would be really unlucky. A cold sweat runs down my back. I'm not calm. With my usual icy tone, I reply to him.

"What do you want? I'm not sure I'm the right person for this. But, ask me what you want. "

It's a risky gamble. Will he simply let me go if I answer his questions correctly, or is a fight inevitable? I'm armed with only a simple knife. He has a blaster. However, what he doesn't know is that I have the Force on my side. I might be able to use this wild card to create a surprise if things go south.

Thel Kaan

 

[Maiza Vex]

Theme: Good Day to Die
Tags: Naamino Zuukamano | Micah tol Powl | Leshanna | Lyssara Thrynn | Kivah | Chasianna | Haro Aven | Iskendyr Yvarro | Open

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Biting words came from the purr of Kivah's tongue, it caused Maiza to clinch her teeth. This early in and the first judas had shown themselves, then she watched as one by one the group followed the cat. Maiza just stood there as they all walked away, she eyed them one by one with her golden eyes. She thought to herself, she wasn't necessarily against following someone else's lead but the one who they all chose to follow completely disrespected her. There was a stubborn pride in her, she had dared to challenge jedi master before she had even been trained in anything sith. She hadn't even entered the races to win she had done it to escape instead she had stayed and fought and put her whole body on the line.

Even though a few said it was a good speech, they were still choosing to follow the jerk arse cat. She looked at her belt then where her knife was as the others left. "You're better off alone." She muttered to herself under her breath. "They would just slow you down." She tried to assure herself. She once again watched as they all walked away, talking among themselves patting their friends on the back talking their concerns or just joking. She then looked at the holomap and dagger that were attached to a clip on her belt.

She then looked off in the opposite direction the group was moving in towards an old broken building. She then unclipped her holomap from her belt, looking at markings on it where caches or other surprises might be. Her stubborn pride getting the best of her, convincing herself she was better off alone she didn't need people. With that Maiza wondered off in the opposite direction there was no way she was going to follow a leader that just wanted to put her down.

"Screw em." She said to herself as she just walked away, fully prepared to prove to that dumb cat she was better. She continued to reassure herself she didn't care, she didn't need them.

 

[Lady Falentra]

This was her realm, the water was rejuvenating, her bruises and wound from the laceration had started to heal as soon as the water crashed over them. Falentra was not ruthless, but facing an arrogant teen was a waste of time, energy and health if she did not put her down... or at least out of consciousness. About two feet length of her tentacle was already lost to her.

The tentacle wrapped around the girl's arm tugged down forcefully, throwing her balance off course. There was a splash as she was brought to her knees in water. Another invisible tendril wrapped around the other arm, fully restraining her while the other around her neck from behind. "You had a chance to avoid all of this."

All the girl would know would be water surrounding her as she was doused under water. Struggle she might, but grip of the tentacles remained vice and unyielding, particularly the one on her neck holding her head under the surface. Yet Falentra was careful, she did not desire to kill, merely incapacitate. She remained attentive to her pulse as the tentacle was around her throat, it was rapid as she struggled. Without the sustenance of air, she would only last for a couple of minutes.

Lady Nightmare

 

[Lucette]

Viers Connory | Taeli Raaf [Mentions] | Open to Interaction​

Lucette turned sharply at the sound of movement behind her, her earlier calm giving way to alarm as Viers stepped into view. The sight before her stopped her in her tracks. Viers, drenched in blood, stood amidst the remnants of a battle. The faint glow of her kyber-enhanced tattoos shimmered through her uniform, and the gleam of her armored mask only added to the surreal image.

"Ancients above..." Lucette breathed, her voice barely audible. Her eyes widened, quickly scanning Viers for injuries. "What in the name of the stars happened to you?"

Viers removed her mask with a casual chuckle, brushing off the horror of her appearance as though she had merely stepped in a puddle. "Hm, that doesn't look ominous or anything," she quipped, her grin cocky and self-assured. The smile faded as she added, "Hope you can keep up, Princess," before fading into invisibility with the ease of someone utterly at home in chaos.

Lucette stared at the now-empty space where Viers had stood, her mind racing to process the whirlwind of destruction and cheeky bravado she'd just witnessed. She planted her hands on her hips and muttered under her breath, "Keep up? With you? I'm not the one who looks like I've just crawled out of a rancor's gullet!"

Her frustration melted into a mix of exasperation and reluctant admiration. A small smirk tugged at her lips. Only Viers could turn a near-death experience into a fashion disaster and a challenge in one breath.

"Fine," she said aloud to no one in particular, setting off after the direction she assumed Viers had gone. "But if you vanish on me again, I'll tame one of these Sithspawn just to sic it on you." Her tone was light, but her determination was palpable as she moved deeper into the ruins, ready for whatever Viers—or the Trials—threw at her next. Which has luck had it wouldn't be too far away.

Lucette knew she should've checked her footing, next thing she knew she was on her way down. She had yelped but that was about it before the under city took her in. She used the Force to land with some manner of grace and dignity, but as she stood on her feet she looked up and dusted herself, cursing inwardly at herself.

Taking a few steps forward with debris beneath her boots. Lucy stopped, she focused and listened. Lucette moved through the ruins with care, her Force senses extended to detect even the faintest ripple of danger. The flicker of crimson light she had seen earlier vanished as quickly as it appeared, but she pressed on, confident she'd find it—or something equally valuable—soon enough.

A low growl rumbled through the air, vibrating in her chest and stopping her in her tracks. Her hand instinctively went to the dagger at her side, though she hesitated to draw it. From the shadows of a collapsed building ahead, a hulking figure emerged, its crimson eyes glowing with malice. The creature was massive, its sinewy form rippling with unnatural strength, its dark scales glinting faintly in the sparse light. Sithspawn.

Lucette had only a heartbeat to process the situation before the Sithspawn stepped fully into view. The sheer size of the beast, its sinewy muscles coiled with tension, and the faint shimmer of its scales under the dim light, might have been enough to send anyone else scrambling for cover. But Lucette wasn't anyone.

Instead of retreating, she adjusted her stance, her hand lingering near the dagger but not drawing it. Her posture was deliberate—a mixture of caution and command. "Well now," she murmured, her voice carrying the crisp precision of someone entirely in control, though a small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "Aren't you a fine piece of work? Let me guess, someone's science project gone just a touch overboard?"

The creature's growl deepened, resonating like a storm about to break. Its crimson eyes locked onto hers, glowing with an intelligence twisted by malice and pain. Yet, Lucette didn't flinch. She felt the storm of its emotions through the Force—a maelstrom of confusion, anger, and something deeper, something raw.

Taking a slow step forward, she extended her hand, palm open, her movements calculated and deliberate. "Easy, darling. No need to snarl at me; I'm not here to hurt you." Her voice was low and measured, carrying the same soothing tone she used with the more stubborn mares back on Dosuun.

She reached out with the Force, letting her empathy flow like a quiet current toward the creature. The maelstrom of its mind brushed against hers, chaotic and unrestrained, but there was something familiar in it—like the echo of a song she'd heard before.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as the realization hit her. This creature… it's my grandmother's work. The way its emotions hummed with a resonance she recognized, the faint traces of a signature she'd felt in Taeli's Sithspawn research—it all clicked into place.

"Well, that explains the attitude," she muttered, half to herself. "You've got the Raaf touch, don't you? No wonder you're such a charmer."

The Sithspawn's growl faltered for a moment, its massive head tilting slightly as if it understood her words. Lucette's smirk widened. "Oh, so you do have manners. Good. Makes this easier for both of us."

She took another step closer, her Force senses fully attuned to the creature. It tensed, its claws scraping against the rubble, but it didn't charge. Instead, it watched her, its glowing eyes narrowing with wary curiosity.

"Here's the deal," she continued, her tone light but firm, like she was negotiating with a particularly stubborn noble. "You stop looking at me like I'm dinner, and we might just get along. Deal?"

Reaching out through the Force, she let her connection deepen, pushing past the chaos to find the thread of familiarity within the Sithspawn's mind. It was buried beneath layers of pain and dark manipulation, but it was there—a faint spark of recognition.
The creature's growl softened into a low rumble, and it shifted its weight, no longer crouched to pounce. Lucette allowed herself a small sigh of relief, though her focus didn't waver.

"There we go," she whispered, stepping close enough to place a hand on its scaled muzzle. The creature flinched at first but didn't pull away. Its breath came hot and heavy, and she could feel the tension in its body begin to ease. "See? We're not so different, you and I. A little misunderstood, maybe, but who isn't these days?"

The Sithspawn let out a huff, almost like an exasperated sigh, and Lucette chuckled softly. "Oh, don't act like you're above a little flattery. Now, do you want to help me find that coin, or are you just going to stand here looking broody?"

She glanced around, her senses still attuned for any other threats, but her confidence grew as the creature stayed calm. If it was her grandmother's creation, it would recognize her presence as something tied to its origins. That connection was enough to make her bold, and perhaps a touch reckless.

But before she could move forward, the Sithspawn's head snapped to the side, its body stiffening. Lucette's smirk faded as she followed its gaze, the flicker of a shadow moving through the rubble catching her attention.

"Something else out there?" she murmured, her tone now edged with caution. Her hand lingered on the creature's muzzle as she prepared for whatever—or whoever—might come next.

 

[Iskendyr Yvarro]

Maiza Vex | Open to Interaction | Micah tol Powl | Naamino Zuukamano
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The collapsed tower groaned as Iskendyr pulled himself out of the rubble, dusting off his uniform with exaggerated annoyance. His polished boots were scuffed, his cloak was torn at the hem, and his face was set in a scowl as he surveyed the latest obstacle. Somewhere beneath him, the ground trembled with the movements of the Sithspawn he'd been battling—a grotesque amalgamation of claws, scales, and far too many teeth.

"Brilliant," he muttered, his voice thick with sarcasm. "A dagger. Of course, because why would I need anything more than a glorified toothpick in a place crawling with Sithspawn?"

He stretched his arm, wincing as the motion pulled at his bruised ribs. The thing had flung him through two walls and a partially collapsed staircase before he managed to regroup. As he brushed dirt from his fleur-de-lis bracelet—a stubborn habit, even in life-or-death situations—he heard faint footsteps ahead. His Force senses flared, and he readied himself, the dagger in hand and his magnokinesis coiled like a spring.

But the figure that emerged from the shadows wasn't another Sithspawn. It was Maiza.

For a moment, he blinked, the surprise breaking through his usual composure. "Well," he drawled, straightening his stance despite the obvious dirt and bruises, "of all the barren worlds in the galaxy, I find you here, wandering around with that same charming scowl."

He lifted a hand in a casual wave, as if they weren't both standing in a place where survival was a tenuous concept at best. "Fancy meeting you, Maze." Iskey looked around and perked up a brow, "where are the others? Micah and Naamino, yeah?" In his way of 'reading the room' the young man had an ah-ha moment, "oh, is this one of those let me brood alone kind of moments?"

Before Maiza could respond, the ground behind Iskendyr erupted, and a scaled claw burst through the rubble, dragging his feet out from under him with a bone-rattling yank.

"Excuse me," Iskendyr said, still managing a dry tone as he was dragged backward. He twisted his body mid-slide, slamming the dagger into the creature's clawed appendage. The Sithspawn roared, releasing him just long enough for him to scramble to his feet, his cloak whipping as he turned to face it.

"This," he said, pointing the dagger at the writhing monstrosity, "is not what I signed up for. Maze, do me a favor and don't just stand there looking impressed!"

Iskendyr raised a hand, calling on his magnokinesis. The rubble scattered around them trembled, then lifted into the air, swirling in a chaotic orbit. With a sharp motion, he sent the shards hurtling at the Sithspawn, striking its armored hide and momentarily staggering it. He glanced at Maiza out of the corner of his eye.

"Don't suppose you've got anything better than this blasted dagger?" he quipped, his voice strained as he dodged another swipe of the creature's claws. "No? Fantastic." Doing his best to look casual and in control in front of Maiza

The Sithspawn lunged again, and Iskendyr crouched low, his reflexes sharp as he vaulted over its swinging tail with a Force-assisted leap. He landed heavily, wincing at the impact, but didn't stop moving. Electricity crackled at his fingertips as he summoned his electrokinesis, sending a sharp arc of lightning toward the beast. The creature howled, recoiling as the energy rippled through its body.

The creature staggered, its movements slowing as the electricity coursed through it, but Iskendyr knew it wasn't enough. His eyes darted to a nearby structure—a precariously leaning section of the old tower, still held together by a tangle of ancient wires and corroded metal.

"Maze," he called, his tone sharper now, "see that structure? If I bring it down, we can crush this thing. You in?"

He didn't wait for a response, raising his hands again as he focused on the weak points in the structure. The wires began to groan, the metal bending under the strain of his magnokinesis. But the Sithspawn wasn't done yet. It roared, charging again, and Iskendyr cursed under his breath as he ducked another swipe.

"Any time now!" he snapped, his focus split between the collapsing structure and the enraged Sithspawn. His grin, though strained, never fully disappeared. After all, chaos was where he thrived. "I'm not you know, straining for control, or trying desperately not to perish on this Force-forsaken rock, or anything."

 

[Thel Kaan]

As Thel's eyes adjusted to the shadows of the alleyway, the figure before him came into clearer focus. What had once been a vague silhouette now took the form of a young woman, barely an adult. She was lightly equipped, armed only with a knife and a holomap—not unlike Thel himself before he'd raided the weapon cache. It seemed likely she was in a similar situation to his own. Even so, he kept the blaster trained squarely on her.

"Well," Thel said, his voice cutting through the tension, "you're the only person I've seen in this godforsaken city. Now, first, tell me what planet we're on. Then, why we're here. And finally," he added, the edge in his tone sharpening, "explain why I shouldn't pull this trigger."

His grip on the blaster tightened, the finger on the trigger applying just enough pressure to make his intentions clear. In his other hand, the hatchet's weight strained his grip, but he refused to loosen it. His arm was cocked and ready, prepared to strike if the blaster failed to neutralize any sudden threat.

Every muscle in his body was tense, his instincts screaming that if she planned to make a move, it would happen now. He braced himself for the possibility.

From somewhere deeper in the city, the distant sounds of chaos continued—blaster fire, shouts, and the metallic thuds of unseen violence. Thel's jaw tightened. Whoever else was out there didn't seem to be wasting time with negotiations. They were shooting first and asking questions later.

Maybe he should be extending the same courtesy.

Tags: Lyssara Thrynn OPEN​

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[The Shadow]

Objective: 1, Watching
Outfit: Black, Sussura-Weave clothing
Tags: Open

The beauty of an open event was that anyone could find their way to it, including people that one might not want to be there. In the shadows of an upper balcony, unseen and unheard, Force signature hidden, a figure blended in that allowed their eyes to roam over the entirety of the venue. The battles raging were entertaining and informative, though none caught the eye of the Shadow more than any other. Vision never lingered for long on any one location or the next, moving quickly from battle to those who were racing through in search of their prizes, unopposed by other combatants.

It was quite entertaining for the shadow, if nothing else.

The people in the stands were equally worthy of noticing. Some of them were those the shadow was charged with watching, which was why they were there. Others were surprising participants, those who did not typically get along with the darksiders, and some who should not have been there at all. Some were known, some were watched more than others, one was watched most of all, but even that one could not keep the shadow's attention for long, as there was much going on.

Much to watch, much to see, and shadows don't move.

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[Kyorra Pavanos]

Kaalia Pavanos [Mentions] | Open to Interaction​

The narrow corridor reeked of damp stone and decay, the scent clinging to Kyorra's nostrils as she ventured deeper into the crumbling heart of the ruins. Her boots splashed through shallow pools of stagnant water, each step echoing into the oppressive silence. The holomap buzzed faintly in her pocket, but its glowing lines were useless here. The air felt charged, heavy with a presence that made her skin crawl.

Ahead, the corridor opened into a circular chamber, its walls lined with intricate carvings that pulsed faintly with an eerie crimson glow. At the center stood an ancient pedestal, a dark shard of obsidian resting atop it. A Trial Coin, no doubt. But Kyorra's gaze was drawn to the ceiling above, where grotesque forms clung to the stone like living gargoyles—Sithspawn, their elongated limbs and jagged fangs barely visible in the dim light.

Her instincts screamed at her to tread carefully. She stepped forward, and the moment her foot touched the pedestal's base, the chamber erupted into chaos. The Sithspawn screeched and dropped from above, their sinewy forms landing with predatory grace. At the same time, the carvings on the walls lit up fully, their glow forming a network of symbols that shifted and twisted before her eyes.

A puzzle. And a fight.

"Of course," Kyorra muttered, her hand instinctively reaching for her dagger as the first Sithspawn lunged.

The creature's claws swiped toward her, but she ducked low, spinning away with a burst of Force-imbued speed. She needed time to figure out the puzzle, and time wasn't something these creatures were inclined to give her.

She stretched out her free hand, summoning the teachings of her grandmother, Kaalia. The Force pulsed through her, awakening her connection to the elements. With a sharp inhale, she willed the stagnant water pooling around the chamber to rise, forming jagged shards of ice that hovered in the air before launching them toward the Sithspawn.

The ice spears pierced two of the creatures, pinning them to the walls, but more were advancing. Kyorra pivoted toward the carvings, her hazel eyes scanning the glowing symbols. They were shifting into patterns—elemental runes, she realized, though their arrangement was chaotic.

Fire. Water. Earth. Air.

The runes flickered and rearranged themselves, and instinct told her she needed to align them. She thrust her hand toward the nearest symbol, focusing her energy. A burst of flame erupted from her palm, igniting the fire rune and stabilizing it in place.

Behind her, a Sithspawn charged, but she didn't flinch. A sharp twist of her wrist sent a wall of earth shooting up from the floor, slamming into the creature and crushing it. She turned back to the puzzle, beads of sweat forming on her brow.

"Come on, c'mon," she whispered, her voice tinged with determination.

The water and air runes flared, demanding her attention. Channeling her grandmother's teachings, she split her focus, manipulating the water around her to activate the second rune while sending a gust of wind to complete the third.

The chamber shook as the runes aligned, their glow intensifying. The Sithspawn recoiled, their screeches turning into shrieks of agony as the Force pulsed outward, dissolving them into ash.

Kyorra fell to her knees, breathing heavily. The glow of the pedestal dimmed, leaving behind the obsidian Trial Coin and, more importantly, a faint crack in the floor that revealed a hidden staircase leading deeper into the ruins.

She smirked, wiping sweat from her brow. "Thanks, Grandma," she muttered, snatching the coin and stepping toward the staircase. The Tombstone Crystal was closer now, and she wasn't about to stop.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

He doesn't seem to know why we're here. How surprising. Didn't he get the briefing from the team? It looks like I've stumbled upon the mystery guest. One thing is certain: everyone else will probably see him as a target. I'm starting to understand why I couldn't sense his presence. As he gets closer and starts asking me questions, it's now clear he's not a Force user.

His aura is rather weak, which gives me some crucial insight into his status. What's most intriguing is his presence here. He seems completely lost. Yet, he must have received a holo-map like everyone else.

I keep my hands raised as a sign that I don't mean him any harm. Letting out a sigh, I slowly turn my head to face him while keeping my hands up. The guy approaching me is pretty burly—this doesn't bode well for me. If it comes to a fight, I'll be in a tough spot pretty quickly. I need to stay cautious. He also doesn't seem to know that I'm a Sith or that, unlike him, I arrived here officially for this event. That might be a card I can play.

"Right now, we're on Ozzuk."

I pull out the mini-map I was given and activate it, letting it display the area. It's also my first time looking at it. I show him the map, pointing to where we are. Our two red dots are very close to each other since we're standing side by side.

"What you're looking at is a layout of the city we're in. I don't have much more information than you do, but I do know that a lot of fighting is going to take place, and this area has been turned into a battlefield. We have five days to gather as many crates and supplies as possible to prepare for facing others."

What I just told him is essentially that we're in some kind of violent competition, but I didn't mention that I'm a Sith. I'd rather keep that to myself. After all, like him, I prefer to work alone. I understand where he's coming from trusting no one is one of the basic rules here.

"So, what are you going to do now that you know this? I'm in the same mess as you, except you've already found a crate. You can kill me, but you make a error i guess. Fight is necessary? Please, i'm not your enemy not for now. So, we can cooperate maybe ?"

Crossing my arms over my chest, I put the holo-map back in my bag. I don't have any supplies no food, no water. My top priority is finding a safe place for the coming days. My opponent already has a head start, so I'll need to stay on my guard.

After i have finish i replace my hands in the air

Thel Kaan

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Spire/Arena
Tags: Lady Falentra Tova Rachi

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The Diarch was in mid sentence when he saw his Daughter forced to her knees in a pool of water.
While already aware and anxious of the danger, when he saw her head go under, he was gone.

He knew not only would it be a bad look on himself, getting involved just to save his daughter, but would also potentially incur Nightmare's wrath as well. But he did not care, where Sith saw love as a weakness, the Diarch found it to be his source of strength, and while it may bring him ridicule or stern words from the King, he knew what he had to do.

He had identified the building they were on, particularly close to the spire. As he dropped down a few levels he spotted an opening.
Leaping from the opening, he used the force to direct and cushion his fall, landing upon the wet building with a loud crack as the concrete split.

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The very air around him seemed to crackle with the intensity of his fury, each step like the sound of approaching doom.
He did not know who or what this young Sith was, but she was about to come face to face with the full power of a Lord.

He had seen the tentacle sliced by his daughter, and registered what had held her in place as potentially more of them hidden, so he went for the body instead.

He picked his young adversary up, in a vice like grip with the force, lifting her off the ground, and applying firm pressure to ensure she dropped Nightmare.

 

[Aiwaz Khath]

[Music]

The shuttle hummed with an uneasy rattle. From outside, one could already hear the sounds of conflict increasing. It was chaos out there, that much was clear. Aiwaz sat wide with his arms on his legs, his crimson eyes resting lazily on the metal flood beneath him. The crimson coin in his left hand was cold, and he rubbed it with his thumb almost as if to comfort himself. Deep, slow breaths, he told himself, as the weight of the moment set in. This was not only able himself as an Acolyte distinguishing himself amongst the rabble. It was about the pride and legacy of his Clan, or the ruin thereof, should he fail the trials to come.

The terentatek-bone beads wrapped around his right palm. Even from a distance, Aiwaz could smell the rich incense his mother would burn clinging to the rosary. His thoughts hung on his mother a moment, and he tightened his grip.
"I won't fail, mother," he muttered.
"Whatcha say?" came a voice through his headset. He looked up to the pilot who had glanced back at him, and shook his head dismissively. "We coming up to the drop-off. We won't be landing, so get ready to jump out. We'll get you as close to the ground as possible." Aiwaz nodded, stretched his shoulders, and stood. Securely putting the coin and beads in his basic backpack, he examined the knife given to him for this trial. It was basic, but it would do. His training in the Clan would be more than enough to get him by, he thought, to begin with. "Coming in now. Prepare for opening." The ship's doors opened, inviting bright light and a dusty gust into the room. He raised his arm over his eyes in response until they acclimatised. In just a few moments, the peace he was holding would disappear in an instant. He started to recite the code of his people.
"Nwûl tash. Dzwol shâsotkun. Shâsotjontû châtsatul nu tyûk. Tyûkjontû châtsatul nu midwan. Midwanjontû châtsatul nu asha. Ashajontû kotswinot itsu nuyak. Wonoksh Qyâsik nun."
"Ready," came the pilot's voice through the headset. He removed it, placing it where he sat, and stepped towards the edge of the opening. His eyes narrowed. The ruined city sprawled below him. A wasteland of potential. A land of blood and power awaiting to be harvested by his talons. He will thrive here. He must.

Ready. Yes, he was ready.

And.

Go.

Black boots hit dusty concrete. His knees bent to secure his hard landing, and moments upon getting his bearings the screams could already be heard. This might as well be a war, he thought. I suppose it is in some ways. A war of potential. Almost automatically, his legs started moving as beast instinct kicked in. He propelled himself towards the closest shelter he could, into the doorway of a long desolated home. The scent of blood was thick in the air already, everywhere. If he could, he would avoid any altercations with other competitors. He was good in a scrap, but not that good, given the diversity of players. No, he was going to scavenge, and find his way to a drop point however he could. A Sith fights smart, his father had told him once. The shadows would serve him well today...





[tag: Karala Midwan ]