Taming the Icy Hell (OS Dominion of Vullain)

[cheshire_kitty]

[6/20]

Konrad had considered his illusion training completed for the day and shifted his attention to other abilities he had wished to further. Konrad gestured to a soldier to bring a slave before him for use as a practice partner.

The slave athat had been brought before Konrad stared at the floor, avoiding all eye contact with the Brigadier General - as if that would do it any good. As far as he could tell, the slave seemed as he would take any abuse Konrad directed at him, kind of boring.

Konrad had his arm outstreched as if it was trying to grasp something, and tightened his hand concentrating on the slave standing approximately two meters away from him. Much to his disappointment, the slave did not struggle. How boring. Konrad increased the force in his choke until the slave's eyes started to roll into his skull before finally letting go. He saw that the slave was on the verge of passing out so, with his arm still outstretched, but with his fingers laid flat and pointed at his victim. Konrad sent surges of force lightning, increasing in intensity at the slave.

 

[Dar Moraal]

Objective: Kill the rebels
3/20
After rearranging the body parts of the soldiers Dar began to meditate. Like his master taught him to he found the "place" and quickly began to gather power. He was going to make a mess. Now the technique he was about to use was very much still in the experimental stage but it was sure to kill something. Using the power he gathered he forced all of it out of his body creating a sort of lightening storm around him. Wrapping around him and licking the ground it wasn't enough. It hurt but only the weak let pain overtake them. Ignoring the lightening he began drawing more power. This time however when he forced it out the lightening storm extended several yards and began to set the barracks ablaze. Hopefully this would attract more canon fodder to kill. Or something more fun.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

[7/20]

Konrad kept shooting bolts of lightning at the slave until it screamed bit it did not. It just laid there, taking the abuse Konrad was giving him without so much of a grunt. Instead of pleasing its master, this annoyed the man. What fun was there in torture if the victim did not show signs of suffering?

With his hand out in front of him, Konrad force choked the slave into unconsciousness before he had it brought away. The slave was quickly replaced by another slave. Konrad could tell from the amount of fear on its face that it was one who had been recently enslaved.

Liked the previous slave, Konrad stretched out his arm to force choke it. This slave, instead of accepting its fate, tried to pull off whatever was choking it, entertaining Konrad. The tighter he squeezed, the more desperate its attempts it was to escape but it was a pointless effort. Konrad rewarded the slave for the amusement that it gave him by letting go of it and shot a few bolts of lightning its way. The slave screamed, pained. This slave made quite a good training partner for Konrad.

 

[Rookie]

[3|20]
[DISABLE ANTI-AIR CANNONS]

Low to the earth, the Predator moved swiftly. To its left, several Rebels ran to meet with commanding soldiers. Lunging forward, the Predator opened its jaw and snapped at the shin of a running man, bone cracking behind torn flesh. It reared backwards, severing a large section of the man's leg, attracting the attention of a modest unit of Rebels. At the first sight of leveled rifles, the Predator reacted quickly, rolling to the side along the snow, exposing its belly briefly before returning to its legs. The creature looped back behind a warehouse door left ajar in the chaos. Sitting still behind the door, the Predator waited for several seconds before the Rebels reared their heads into the warehouse to follow suit. It jerked forward, clutching the knee of the first Rebel in its jaw before reeling backwards and skittering away from the wailing soldier. Turning, a dull roar begun deep in the Predator's gullet. The low pitched cry only lasted a second before the beast begun to spew thick black smog from its mouth, the ensuing smoke serving as cover to allow the Predator to make its escape.

Yun moved as quickly as he could, darting from cover to cover, picking up and dropping blaster rifles with his Shaper hand as best he could. The Rebels had rallied quicker than he expected and he was having to employ defensive tactics in order to survive. Veering around a corner, tendrils lashed at the arms of four soldiers, sending wild blaster fire in uncontrollable directions. Finger-spears shot forth, mercilessly piercing through the bodies of the Rebels' arms and legs. The strikes were precise, aimed as non-lethal, Yun had been told to capture as many as possible and once the base was subdued, he was sure the Sith would have use for the wounded.

Yun turned away from the writhing heap and his gaze fell upon a unit six strong coming to a stop before him. The Vong breathed in sharply, examining his surroundings. As a group, the Rebels leveled their barrels towards him. Shaper digits careened outwards to the right and Yun ducked, rolling into his right shoulder, tendrils whipping around the front of his body as he did. His shoulder hit the snow hard and rolled onto his front as the squad opened fire, two blaster bolts glancing across his clothing, burning layers of fur and leather. Muscular tentacles tensed and pushed against the ground to vault quickly to the right out of the firing line. When he arose behind cover, a warning cry met his ears. Yun's gaze arced upwards, eyes meeting with the grim-faced commander. Less than a second after Yun spotted the second squad, the battle-weary veteran let loose his devastating payload.

Eyes widended. Yun growled in frustration behind gritted teeth. As quickly as he could, Yun dove to the right, cushioning himself with a lattice of tendrils and rolled again. He gained enough distance to avoid being blown to pieces but the close proximity of the detonation caused the Vong to be thrown away from the roaring explosive. He traveled several meters in the air, Shaper hand frantically trying to steady his body before he came into contact with the exterior wall of a guard tower. Yun cried out briefly before his body fell to the ground. With no time to rest, Yun pushed himself to his feet, eyes looking back at the dug out snow where the warhead exploded. He shifted his gaze quickly to his ally, watching just in time to see the miniature assassin cutting a swathe of gore throughout the Rebel ranks. Yun's eyes strained to keep up with the Jawa's staggering speed, he moved like a phantom, each kill barely registering his presence before collapsing into mangled heaps. The Vong found himself trailing the Sith at all turns, only finally catching up with his gaze when his ally stopped entirely, reaching into his coat and tossing a metallic object towards Yun.

The Vong's hand whipped out, catching the thermal detonator in the mass of tendrils and cradling it backwards, dropping it into the palm of his left hand. He nodded silently at Iziz and took off to the right, scooping up several blaster rifles with his Shaper hand and readying them in seconds. He strafed around the far side of the right hand warehouse, covering Iziz with suppressing fire. Even groups who were now paying attention to the Jawa would find themselves unable to maneuver properly under Yun's oppressive watch. As he moved, Iziz would find himself gathering a growing retinue of reptilian beasts, smaller ones even clinging to his coat, snake-like beings lunging out in time with the Jawa's lightsaber strikes, larger lizards simply finishing off the wounded, feasting on their remains.

When the Vong reached the first of the AA guns surrounding the barracks. Placing the detonator firmly at the base of one of the twin barrels, Yun would double take, making sure the strange device was correctly attached before retreating from the AA gun entirely. The Vong presumed that his ally had a way of detonating the weapon remotely and set to work driving Rebel groups from cover, herding them into the open for Iziz to do with as he pleased.

[member="Iziz"]

 

[Dar Moraal]

Wrapped in a cloak of lightening Dar left the camp. His bloodlust was bulging and the power at his fingertips made him go berserk. Sprinting at full speed he stopped near a large barrack area. Barreling in he snapped the neck of the first being he came across. Sith or rebel he didn't care at this point. Not drawing his saber he dived into the barracks slaughtering them like animals. The lightening didn't help much either. Either they burned or they were broken. Not caring dar smiled at the carnage he wrought.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=7/20]​

"I wonder why she did leave us here, rather than just killing us?"

"Because she knew something would do it that wouldn't point to her," replied Darth Timoris. "Hear that?"

"No, I don’t—"

"Hush! Be ready to move when I say." She automatically closed her eyes, despite the total blackness of their pit, and concentrated. She heard a faint stirring of dirt, disturbed and pushed to one side. The scrape of appendages on the ground as something — a lot of somethings —approached. With them came the guttural sounds of a language spoken from the very back of the throat, syllables interspersed with frequent clicks and glottal stops.

˘Geonosians. None of the Sith forces had seen any here, though the evidence laid in a footprint here, a small job of sabotage there.

The man heard them then. He stirred restlessly. Timoris jabbed her elbow into his back as hard as she could with minimal movement. They could learn more if the Geonosians thought them unconscious.

 

[Dar Moraal]

Gazing at the many corpses dar howled with blood lust. As the sound echoed he noticed something shifting on the ground. A sith soldier who was half scorched and missing both his arms. Damn he was tough. Walking toward him Dar decreased the intensity of the lightening storm till it was just covering him. When the trooper noticed he tried to shriek but just scratched at the ground slowly trying to edge away from him. "M-monster!!" He finally yelled with a shaky voice. Crouching next to the wounded man Dar laughed "I try." Stepping over that man's corpse he began to ponder on who to kill next. Honestly he drew a blank on that one. Did it really matter though? Not to Dar as a few seconds later he started off at a brisk jog. Not bothering to hide his force aura he extended it to search for any other force sensitives. He wanted a toy that wouldn't break after a few seconds.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

[8/20]

Training could get rather boring at times especially when no sentient beings were being harmed in the process. Konrad called one of his men over.

"Sir?" The soldier put his hand to his temple in a salute. Konrad's men knew the importance of military courtesy too well after Konrad shot a couple bolts of Sith Lightning at a new recruit for a blunder.

"Bring out a few slaves," he ordered the soldier. Konrad liked always having slaves on hand. They made excellent meat shields and were great for trading soldiers. It was better that a soldier experienced his first skill in training rather than on the battlefield. Proper reacted to death in different ways, some go into shock and some enjoyed seeing their victim's limp and lifeless body laying before them.

"Yes, Sir!"

The soldier hurried back into the ship to bring out the slaves that the Brigadier General had wanted. When Konrad wanted something, it had to be delivered in a prompt manner if one valued their safety at all. Brigadier General Konrad von Grimmelshausen was a lot of things, but a patient man was not one of them, he did not have time to waste on scum.

 

[Evaelyn Zambrano]

Objective: Probably steal a ship
Location: Vullain
Enemies: Come at me
Posts: 1/20

Thick smoke rose high to the cold skies of Vullain. A ship had crash-landed. Behind it were long, deep marks embedded into the ground. The ship had carved a path into the cold ground before finally coming to a halt. Though it was mostly intact it was in no shape to take off again.

A blue-haired woman stepped out from the wreckage. She had been its pilot, but not its owner. She had no other possessions really than the weapons she carried and the clothes she wore. Everything else were acquisitions of convenience. All she could smell when she stepped down the ramp was the smoke coming from the ship. She could see her own breath, a testament to the chill temperatures of the world. Great, another frozen planet. Thankfully the previous owners of the ship had been prepared for cold weather.

The woman was wrapped in a thick, light-brown fur coat. It wasn't ideal for mobility or fighting, but it at least kept the cold at bay. As a side benefit, it kept whatever kind of weapons she carried underneath well-hidden. Looking back at the ship, she let out an annoyed sigh. She was no mechanic. There would be no fixing that. The only way she would get off this frozen hole was if she stole a ship. With that in mind, there was no real point in delaying. On her way down she thought she had been able to pinpoint the nearest point with a large gathering of people. It was likely here she would find her way off the planet. She started walking.

 

[Iziz]

[3 // 20]
[JOIN YUN // ELIMINATE AA TURRETS]

Iziz continued to explode onto the scene, he looked back at Yun, who had managed to survive the blast, a smile creeping across Iziz's face as he made a bee-line for another of the AA turrets, enemy fire targeted not only at him, but at the wave of biological hell which followed in his wake. Like a horseman of the apocalypse the Sith knight struck out with his two blades, retracting one of the beams to give him a total of three active at any given moment. Wielding them like a sword and shield against the blaster-fire as he would leap at and collide with the chest of a soldier, shield bashing him with his spinning light-saber which preceeded to act like a helicopter blade, cutting into and through the Rebel multiple times leaving him as little more than shards of a person as the Jawa would vault off his body, leaving the mulch to the children behind him.

Yun had placed and readied one of the bombs, a single red light appearing on one of his thermal detonators telling him that one of the explosives was primed and ready... Reaching his own first destination Iziz jumped, planting an explosive down beside the ammo cache which sat precariously yet practically beside the titanic gun which fired a constant barrage of fire into the heavens above them. Sith ships catching foul of the sinister spray as they spiraled out of control and exploded on the hillside of the nearby ranges. Looking down at his next target, one thought resounded in Iziz's mind:

Gotta be faster...

Iziz dashed toward his destination in a hellish slalem, the spinning blade of his 'shield' appearing to be more than a tool of terror than that of war, Feinting a strike with the shield Iziz slid low, barrel rolling as he glided across the show covered ice and slashed through the foot of a rebel, raising to deliver the blow. Kicking up the Jawa would literally disappear from sight for a moment before appearing further ahead than he could have possibly been. A small acceleration based detonation laying in his wake which parted the creatures which had clung to him like a cloud, slamming a formation of soldiers into walls and other devices hard as he planeted a third device, clearing dozens of meters in moments, too fast for the range-finders on the helmets of the rebels to quantify.

With the third bomb placed, leaving only the fourth, Iziz chose to cut his losses, shouting out a warning as he pulled away from the explosive he'd planted, tearing open the cap which sheathed the trigger of the remote detonator, and hitting the button as he flipped downward and behind cover. There was a single moment of silence as the gunfire and chaos around them seemed to have the sound sucked away, as if their ears were suddenly submerged. The silence however was the shock-wave preceding the deafening roar of the three thermal explosions which erupted from corners of the base, the wave from each of them catching onto the nearby ammunition which also went up in following lesser explosions. The heat enough to bend and twist metal...

Iziz laughed in triumph in sheer glee, cackling like a child at a successful mission...

Until there was an unmistakable, loud, deafening, ear-splitting crack which plunged the chaos into silence once more... Iziz couldn't help but look down...

[member="Rookie"]

 

[Darth Timoris]

Post: 8/20​

Something stroked her face. She heard the faint rasp of metal, certainly weapons being drawn. That was all she needed to know.

"Now!" she shouted, and sprang to her feet. The man followed her lead — he could do little else, with his hands bound to hers — and she was rewarded with a chorus of voices, frightened and startled by the sudden activity.

Something hard struck her, and she accessed the Force, shifting rapidly to one side. Something heavy brushed past her in the dark, barely missing her. She swung the man attached to her around, his feet striking several of their attackers, his astonished cries doing almost as much damage by startling them.

"Stop it! Ow! What are you-no!"

She felt the manacle binding them begin to give and spun faster, trying to use the Force on the locking mechanism. There was a metallic clatter nearby and then, suddenly, the echoing whine of one of the Geonosian sonic blasters.

She expected this and pushed herself backward, the shrieks of both the man and the Geonosians remarking on the unexpectedness of the manoeuvre. In the brief, verdant blast, she saw the low ceiling and close walls of the cavern covered with Geonosians, and more pouring from a narrow tunnel, wings scraping against each other with a chitinous whisper.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Location: Gurlanii, Industrial District
Objective: Weed out the rebel leader
6/20

Rain pattered on the plasteel windows of the police speeder. It obscured his view of the surrounding neighborhood, so he turned his bored gaze to the inside of the already familiar speeder. He looked around and noticed that Sarah didn't seem to be "packing". The best he could tell of her loadout was the ammo/utility belt around her middle that she put on before driving off.

"Between the two of us, I don't think that a lightsaber and handcuffs will be enough. If their leader is here as we suspect, than he's going to be well defended." Sarah rolled her eyes as though Jack was clueless to the ace up her sleeve.

"Trust me. I can pack a punch." She rotated her robotic hand around and around on its metal wrist. The fingers then whirred as she ground them into a fist. A sharp gasp of compressed air released, which served to jump scare Jack. She smiled wickedly before focusing back on the drive. Great. A lightsaber, fisticuffs and handcuffs for a warehouse of angry, armed men.

"Have you at least called in backup?" He asked with exasperation.

"War time policy states that we can't call in backup until a rebel or criminal presence is confirmed beyond a doubt. It's supposedly efficient." She said the word "efficient" as though she had past disagreements about the subject matter.

"Great. No backup until I've got a gun in my face..." Sarah smiled to herself.

"That's pretty much what I told my superiors after I called for backup and then couldn't find any rebels."

"And what did they tell you in response?"

"Something about potential insubordination. It was cut short by the following surprise rebel attack when some officers started poking around some more."

Jack was glad that he wasn't a police officer. They pulled up 3 blocks from their target building. As Sarah stepped out, she noticed that rain wasn't falling on her. She looked up and saw rain cascade off of an invisible surface. She looked over at Jack and noticed that he had his hand up, but was still getting wet.

"How...?" She started to say, but Jack simply came around and got close to her before saying.

"Force Umbrella. It's a little trick I picked up from my master, but I can't manage two at once. Mind if we walk together?"...This was weird to Sarah...but, oddly enough, she didn't think the idea was all that bad.

"Uh...sure. I mean, it IS your umbrella, after all..." They walked in sweet silence, enjoying the warm, dry, quiet companionship towards the city's heart of danger.

 

[Rookie]

[4|20]
[ENDURE]

Around Yun, the world was burning. Between rounds of unleashing suppressing fire to cover his ally, the Vong's eyes panned across the Rebel encampment. Between the pair, they had brought it to ruins in minutes. Across the base, evacuation procedures were already beginning, veteran soldiers leading lost lambs to salvation. Yun paid little attention to the retreating parties, more concerned with the safety of his Jawa companion. Apathetic, Yun continued his overwatch, stalwart amidst the fires and cries surrounding them. Soon, Sith fighters would be able to land in the area, lock it down and claim it for the Imperium. Once this objective was complete, Yun was certain he would have earned the freedom to roam the Empire as he pleased. Once the reinforcements could land, he was free.

When the explosion sounded across the base, time stopped. Iziz, mid motion, was a white blur. In the air around the Jawa, hails of blaster fire hung suspended in the exquisite calm. Yun stood motionless, his feet surrounded by snapping reptiles, back-lit with a ferocious amber glow. One by one the explosives thundered, wave after wave returning motion to the world. For what seemed like minutes, Yun's eyes shut as he blinked. The fraction of blackness was enough for the sound to reverberate across the camp, one by one, blaster bolts regained their intensity, screaming into the snow. The Jawa's speed returned in force, nearly enough to outrun the explosion itself, one step ahead of even time. Fingers of smoke roared upwards, curling into the sky and spreading outwards, encircling the area and gripping it close to their black palm. The earth shook violently and let alee a sorrowful bellow.

When the Vong opened his eyes, something wasn't right.

The snow was gone, replaced instead by the ruins of a temple. Broken spires strewn across gigantic slabs of blood soaked marble. Between cracks in the ground, parasitic flesh oozed to the surface, coating the surface of the thing, rising in tightly coiled stalks. In turn, the stalks unfurled, bulbous sacks of flesh drooping from the end of their branches before twisting upwards and opening into a vast field of yellow eyes. Yun's attention was pulled away by an invasive crack somewhere in the background. Rearing around, the Vong's gaze met with the leg of some beast. Trailing upwards, the spongy appendage towered high into the sky where it was attached to the body of some titanic beast. Two sets of jaws hung agape, one beneath the other, each salivating and lapping with thousands of barbed tongues. The ground quivered suddenly, causing Yun to fall backwards against the marble. As his body collapsed to the ground, the shaking returned, more intense than the last time as a ring of white obelisks one by one pierced the skin of the earth.

The marble slabs, each at least the size of the Wingtip, heaved mournfully and began to sink. Yun's body began to tumble down the newly forming slopes, just beginning to gather momentum when the ground reversed itself, pushing upwards from below with tremendous force. Each plate cracked violently, shattering under the immense power of whatever tectonic forces acted beneath. The push was enough, after mere moments, to break the tension of the temple grounds and send the rubble of the great stones hurtling into the air, along with the Vong. Yun spiraled upwards, his body rolling and twirling, Shaper Hand trying desperately to right his balance of clutch onto something to steady himself found nothing but empty space. By the time he did manage to face the ground again he was nearing the apex of the throw, momentum waning he begun to slow, almost hanging in the air. Sullen eyes widened with horror. Beneath where he had been standing, a colossal maw erupted, engulfing the entirety of the shattered earth. Yun started to fall, arms flailing and he let out a sharp scream.

As quickly as the delusion came on, it was gone again and Yun saw the terraformed tundra, still in a state of chaos. Somewhere beneath the surface, the explosions triggered the collapse of a massive ice cavern, causing millennia old ice to buckle under its own weight and collapse inwards. Sharp claws of frost bore their way to the surface as layers of ice shattered at abstract angles. Before long, the plates of ice started to fall away, the ceaseless void left by the cavern was compelled to satiate its hunger for the surface. The section of ice that Yun was standing on slowly shifted, tilting downwards into the dark. Scrambling to his feet, Yun's tendrils grabbed desperately at the layers of fresh snow, finding nothing to hold onto. The Vong broke into a sprint, instinct demanding that he survive. With each step the incline became more severe until, inevitably, Yun lost his footing and started to fall. The Rebel encampment, building by building, collapsed and sunk into the ice.

The fall lasted nearly half a minute, Yun's body colliding violently with shards of ice as he tumbled through earthquake's pit. His left shoulder hit hard against a settled piece of frozen rubble and Yun's body fell to the ground. He opened his eyes, vision blurry from the blinding pain. From above, precious noble pillars of light shone through cracks leading to the surface. Yun staggered to his feet, leaning against the wall to his right, and observed his surroundings. He appeared to be standing in a tube of solid ice, naturally formed ice caverns, passages eroded through miles thick solid floe. He turned to look behind him and immediately darted further into the passage. To his rear an opening into the abyss stared scornfully into him, displeased with its own inability to devour him. The Vong breathed slow and deep, calming and centering himself. He felt more confused now than when he awoke. Something was happening, he could feel a gnawing in the recesses of his brain. Gritting his teeth, Yun steeled himself, swallowed the thoughts deeper and found himself left with a single, soft-spoken command.

​

"Endure..."


Slowly, Yun began to walk. In the distance he heard echoes of Rebel voices, high pitched screams and the faint sound of blaster fire. If he had survived, it stood to reason that others had survived too. Yun had confidence that his ally must have withstood the cataclysm, with his speed, the Vong was certain the Jawa could simply have deftly maneuvered his way to safety. Whether his confidence would prove to be misplaced was yet to be seen, so for now, Yun's objective was survival. If he had to, Yun would tear the glaciers to rubble wit his bare hands. If nothing else was certain, no matter what was happening, The Shaper would not die here.

[member="Iziz"]

[Author's Note: If it's not clear, the sinkhole is confined to the area of and just surrounding the rebel base. Just this remote location is affected.]

 

[Dar Moraal]

Finally stopping he crouched in a rocky hill area. He wasn't sure which denomination the force sensitive belonged to but there was one thing for certain. No witnesses. Suddenly leaping out of his hiding place with a feral snarl he activated his saber staff midair and as he landed he began to strike downwards when he opponent spun around and they clashed blades. Howling with rage he head-butted his enemy then preceded to crouch and kick out his legs from under him. Tensed for another downward strike he cursed when he found his opponent had leapt up from the ground and began to hurl boulders and other projectiles at him. Letting his rage and hatred fuel him he steadily began to whirl his staff increasing in speed until it was practically a wall of crimson. Any boulders that came at him were cracked in half just like his opponent will be. The barrage slowed just a bit but it was enough. Dar lunged at the surprised force user and his blade barreled towards the mans face at an alarming speed. He managed to block it. Smiling Dar used the lightening trick he used before and sent torrents of lightening down his saber and arm and to his face. The smell of burning flesh is a very similar scent to victory.

 

[Darth Timoris]

Post: 9/20​

"Oh, blast!" shouted the man, seeing the odds against them. Finally there was a metallic rasp, and he flew from her, screaming like a soprano in a Coruscant opera as the manacle binding them gave. Timoris sprang forward and tackled the nearest pile of limbs. Whatever she struck had to be an enemy, while whatever they struck would likely be an ally. The clatter and ticking of the Geonosian voices were punctuated with several utterances she took to be cries of pain.

Then she felt a long, smooth shape, narrowing to a point at one end while expanding to a heavy weight at the other. She wrenched it from the hands of its wielder and began swinging. In the strobing bursts of the sonic blasters, she saw her fellow prisoner seize a weapon, fiddle with its controls, and quickly toss it away.

From across the chamber a mechanical keening pierced the air, sounding ever higher. All movement from the Geonosians ceased for a moment, then they rushed past her in a flow of whispers and clucked imperatives.

She recognised the sound and, waiting until the precise moment, seized the nearest native, slammed the heavy end of her weapon against its head, and held its unconscious form between her and the mechanical keening, wing side out.

The sonic blaster overloaded, its artificial scream culminating in an explosion that sounded louder in the confined space than it was. She was inundated by a spray of dirt from across the chamber.

 

[Dar Moraal]

7/20
The weakling before him fell to his knees and clutched at his face screaming. Savoring the moment he kills his first force sensitive Dar slowly raised his saber when the man held up a hand "H-hand me my saber... a-alow me a warrior's death." Actually laughing Dar replied "Really? A warriors death? Death is death whether it is "honourable" or not makes no differance." Decided a better way to kill him he lifted the man up with his non saber arm and broke him like a doll against his thigh then hurled him against the rocks like a ragdoll. Quite an eventful outing. Sitting indian style on top of a rock he began to meditate. Practice makes perfect after all.

 

[Iziz]

[4 // 20]
[SURVIVE]

Iziz felt the ground below him slip from underneath, the crack splintered outward across the ice like lightning, coiling out as the Jawa saw an entire building fall into the depths of the chasm. Horror crossed the Jawa's face, but it was too late. As he would have kicked off to run, the ripple which preceded everything falling away into darkness pulled the ground from under his feet, forcing the Jawa to reach out and grab for the nearest piece of equipment, gripping onto a crate and holding on for dear life. Debris crashing into his petite form as he plummeted into the unknown regions beneath the surface of the earth. Iziz had to do something, his eyes searched around for an escape, buildings chased him into the darkness, threatening to bury him when they inevitably collided with the earth.

'Need to get on top...'

Iziz would pull up with all of his upper body strength, getting on top of the spinning heavy metal crate and jumping high for one of the plummeting buildings. Crashing into it the Jawa would scramble to get on top to the building, claws digging into the edges of the ferrocrete. The world was spinning as the wind rushed past him, pushing the structure he clung to into a violent spin-cycle. Loosing his grip, Iziz was thrown from the building at speed. Trying to move and focus on the power of the force, but alas, it was too late, debris crashed into Iziz. Something snapped making the Jawa fall limp, rag-dolling off of falling rubble as he came crashing to the ground. Hitting the edge of the rubble knocking him to the side of the cavern wall where the Jawa rolled to the bottom of the basin...

The cold seeping into his broken bones like poison.

A spark ignited... Fire erupted from the spirit of the jawa as a presence within him, exploding to life moments before a several tonne structure crashed down on top of the entity. Silence befell the area as the final shards of the base collided with the ground, shattering into pieces... Moments passed, Iziz seemed to be nowhere for some time. Before the building which had collided with Iziz began to shake, then vibrate before the composition of the shelter cracked and began to fall to pieces, until finally, it exploded violently with a repulse of telekinetic force, cannon-balling the boulder sized pieces around the cavern like a frag grenade. In the center, stood a broken jawa. Its chest collapsed and arm shattered by the force of the fall... however, as much as he seemed damaged, his head was relatively intact.

The spirit had awoken.

Iziz's bio-luminescent eyes had changed from yellow to a deep and blood-shot red, an aura of corruption in the force radiating from his body as he pooled on the phantasmal power within him, taking his bones and pushing them into alignment with little more than force of will. Horrifying cracks and sounds coming from his arm, chest and spine as he stood, barely held together were it not for the specters strength in the force. Finally, stretching to the sky Iziz stepped out of the crater he had left behind, puppeted by something much darker than was there before. Looking to the shaper in the distance, he would begin to walk, holding out his hands as his light-sabers would whip back into them, prying free of their bindings. He could feel anger and hunger ahead as the lives were extinguished in the distance. Approaching behing the Vong, he looked up, analyzing his form and looking over the remaining swarm which had survived the collossal fall.

"Something big's ahead... But it's the only way out... Be ready... Son of Yun Yuuzhan"

The voice which came from the Jawa would be quiet to the vong, as part of it was spoken through power in the force, he would not hear the thunder which rolled off his rasping tongue, but something was definitely different. Exposed bone showing on his arm and legs would be the first guess, damage dealt to the body in such a manner which a living being would likely not operate at. Yet Iziz seemed to move and function as if the damage didn't exist, sustained by the sickening aura of the dark-side... Without waiting any longer, the Jawa would proceed down the tunnel with some degree of haste, loosening the tail around his waist, but not yet revealing it to the world... his host seemed to have upgraded it, it was lighter, but more powerful... a pleasant change.

Coming around the corner, was a sight of horror, blood splattered the ground as half alive rebels screamed as massive reptilian beasts gorged themselves on their insides, a feeding frenzy of the sorts that even sharks could not match in ferocity. Iziz sneered in anger at their presence. It seemed that their territorial nature combined with their hunger made these monsters more ferocious than the spirit was expecting... a single wrong move in this fight would end him instantly, he would need to be careful... as much as he was able to maintain his hosts life force, something which destroyed the body entirely would throw the spirit within it back into chaos...

At least he'd have a snack...

[member="Rookie"]

 

[Rookie]

[5|20]
[ESCAPE TO THE SURFACE]

Tundra winds flowed freely through the network of caves beneath the surface, chilling Yun to the core. In spite of the blistering cold, the Vong pressed on. With each step, forlorn cries rose to his ears and sunk away in desperate synchronicity. Yun's body ached from the fall, the creatures residing in his coat who had not been crushed worked tirelessly at his body, digging under his skin to realign shattered bones. Each alignment served to elicit a painful wince from the otherwise stoic Shaper. Yun let out a slow drawn sigh, relaxing his legs and leaning to his right, Shaper tendrils cradling him gently to hold him up. In the distance, Yun could hear a deep, gearous churning. The collapse had ceased, but miles below glaciers still shifted into new homes, rattling the cavern gently.

In a flash of light, the Vong found himself away again. The tunnel still stretched out in font of him, but the ice was gone. The walls hung heavy with thick flesh, dripping with bile and blood. Every stride Yun took was met with a rhythmic thump. The walls convulsed monotonously, gyrating to the beat of some monstrous unseen heart. Arms unfolded from pockets within the walls, pallid digits grasping at the Vong's clothing, each successful hand pulling free a layer of his many furs and fabrics. Yun turned a corner, the colossal artery continuing in perpetuity. As he walked, the sparse pools of blood became a solid stream, growing deeper the further he moved. It seemed impossible, but somewhere deep within the organs of the abstract landscape, Yun head the unmistakable chatter of laughter. Faint and distant, the cackling sung in and out of his perception, withering away before returning to whisper at the edge of Yun's psyche.

"Something big is ahead..."
"A trial awaits you..."

Yun snapped around at the sound of twin voices resonating in the silence. Stern gaze fell upon a tall figure shrouded in black cloth, the crown of which was layered with an intricate head dress of bones. The figure's hand rose into its own line of sight and twisted back and forth, fingers flexing. It made a fist and released it, seemingly inspecting itself. Satisfied, the mysterious phantasm lifted his hands upward, clasping the crown in his fingers and pulling away the hood. An unmistakably deformed face appeared from behind the veil of shadow, grey skin mutilated with deep burns. Through callouses, the figure's eyes narrowed at Yun and inspected him thoroughly.

"But it's the only way out..."
"You will conquer and survive..."

Voices rung out in unison, clumsily stumbling over one another. The surreal cadence confused Yun as he tried to focus on all the words at once. The sounds distorted and formed new words that knocked at the Vong's brain. Somehow he was able to perceive the commands and the alien tongue at once. Yun grunted and brought his left hand hard against the side of his mask, pulling frantically at the straps which clung to his head. He pulled himself free of the confining apparatus and shook his head, revealing to the Jawa his face at last. When his eyes opened, he found the walls returned to stark white and the agonizing cold felt like a comfortable embrace in comparison. He returned his gaze to the tall figure who persisted in spite of the waning delusion.

"Be ready..."
"Son of Yun Yuuzhan..."

The last words dropped from the apparitions contorted lips, the two voices adopting one another at last, dissolving into singularity. Flecks of shadow wilted away piece by piece, the last of the vision fading from reality, revealing the form of his ally. Yun clutched at his ear, digging his fingers across the flesh of his head, turning away from the Jawa. He let out a resentful howl. Iziz, not wasting any time, stepped around Yun and began to trek forward. Yun watched the Sith from behind as he walked. Something changed between the last time he laid eyes on Iziz and now. Even the force dead Vong could feel something pulling ominously at the walls of reality, though it seemed far more complex than a simple aura. Yun pondered on the nature of the energy, picking up one foot after the other in a vain attempt to keep up.

Yun followed around a sharp bend and saw Iziz stationary at the entrance to the nest. Before the pair, an expansive ice cave swelled into view. The Vong's perception of the chamber was immediate, streaks of dark blood brushed vicious streaks across the pristine ice. The creatures, hulking monstrosities of fur and scales, feasted on the corpses of Rebel survivors, tearing into their bodies with massive amber tusks. The closest of the behemoths sniffed heavily and tore away from the shredded carcass to stare at the intruders.

The Shaper braced himself and darted to the left, his lengthy tentacles fluttering wildly in an attempt to draw the beast's attention. Immediately the thing took notice, turning its head to follow Yun and cascading into a thunderous sprint. The creature lunged forward, propelling itself into the air and descending towards Yun with a swipe. The Vong planted his left foot hard against the ice, halting his momentum and shifting it forward, rolling beneath the strike and coming to one knee beneath the wyrven's breast. As he turned, his pupils dilated and the creature changed in an instant. A muscular titan of formed from coiled tendons and cartilage let loose a deafening roar. The flash visual vanished as quickly as it appeared, the lapse in concentration it had caused was enough for Yun to be met with the backside of one of the thing's tusks. The force lifted Yun from his feet, sending him airborne across the length of the cavern where he tumbled, haphazardly across the floor.

Yun rose to his feet, groggy and confused, straining to focus on the task before him.

'What is happening to me...'

[member="Iziz"]

 

[Darth Timoris]

Post=11/20​

She saw pale lights through the clearing dust. She dropped her shield, crouched low and hurried toward the light.

Even the stars of the night sky seemed exceptionally bright to her. She emerged in a gully between two of the Geonosians’ towering spire-hives. Behind her, she heard countless dry limbs withdrawing deeper into the spire-hive.

A pair of hands grabbed her. She whirled, jamming the sharp end of her makeshift weapon forward.

“Ow!” the man fell backward, left hand flying to his right forearm, from which now issued a copious flow of blood. “I’m on your side!”

“And so was the doctor,” observed Timoris. “Turn around and start marching. It can’t be too far to my base. I can cobble up a makeshift brig.”

Her captive stared at her incredulously. “You’re turning me in?”

“A self-confessed smuggler bearing false credentials on a planet filled with dangerous technology? The thought had crossed my mind. For all I know, you intended to bury me back there when you overloaded that sonic staff.”

“I almost buried myself as well, you might have noticed,” he replied. “But given our position, I thought the odds acceptable.” More than anything else, he resembled a body excavated from a mudslide, but the moonlight softened the gauntness of his features, she noticed, and his deep-set eyes gave him an air of intrigue.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

[9/20]

"Tell me, what is your worst fear?" Konrad questioned the first slave.

The slave remained silent. If he was a soldier, Konrad would have been annoyed but it was a slave so it gave him an excuse to "train" with it - not that he needed one in the first place. Almost smiling, anticipating her pain Konrad aimed a bolt of Force lightning at its neck where a metal collar was clasped firmly around it, amplifying its effect.

The slave's scream was a marvelous one. Konrad could almost feel the pain in it.

"I'll ask again - what is your worst fear?"

Still the slave remained quiet. "Training" was no fun if the slave in question did not obey dsepite experiencing the pain that Konrad had inflicted upon them. Stubbon slaves annoyed him. They needed to learn their place.