Private The bill comes due

[The Amalgam]

Wearing: Mage Epidermis

Armed with: Dragon Cutters (Twin Orange Lightsabers, Lava Crystals)

Objective: Kill Dyans Keto

Just because her little tax on House Io's success had resulted in her momentary banishment didn't mean she was done helping the House.

However, she had no intention of restoring Rebecca, not the way Percival Io would have wanted. They should be grateful! Grateful The Brain Demon's tax had been just one soul!

Darth Phyre tried to distract herself in the days sense. The little remaining fragments of The Amalgam were fully her own now, and she was done pretending otherwise for Laertia's sake.

It was telling she had just screwed around aboard her ship in the days since, fuming all the while at Laertia's outrage. But, a part of her knew Laertia would get over it. She had to, if she wanted to win, wanted to survive.

Technically, they were married, and Laertia hadn't asked for any divorce papers, last Phyre looked.

It was a simple ping from one of The Amalgam's comm terminals that had summoned her. She half hoped it was Laertia, calling to apologize.

Instead, she was greeted by the site of The Deluge

"Why have you contacted me?" Darth Phyre asked.

The Deluge bemusedly eyed the source of her suffering.

"Humblest Pardons, Matriarch. But I am contacting you because our sources have confirmed Dyans Keto is on Teta as we speak."

Darth Phyre eyed her.

Keto. She knew the name, and had promised Julia to hunt her down ever since Rhand.

It seemed fate was providing her a little morsel, a score to settle.

The Cult never forgot it's grudges. Killing Keto was to be a statement, not just to the Maw, but to any that thought they could leak the details of House Io, her secrets, and get away with it.

This chit was personal. And, it would give her a chance to vent. Keto would not be the only victim.

"Tell me where..." the red headed Force Spawn hissed, the wicked mass of souls within her already thinking up ways to draw out Keto's suffering.

Present...

The Phantom Class Yacht streaked out of hyperspace, immediately engaging it's stealth systems before approaching Teta. There would be opposition no doubt...Keto would likely be heavily defended.

But they faced the Might of Darth Phyre, whose will had torched cities of people, whose will and dark magic had permeated whole sections of the Avatar, and had allowed the forces of House Io to get close enough to the Reactor with a damned nuke.

The Mandalorians hadn't made it to the Reactor. The Jedi certainly hadn't. None but the House had, with her will.

And through her will, Dyans Keto would die, her soul to be consumed, added to the collection.

Phyre hid her hidious, rotting presence in the Force as she descended into the Atmosphere of Teta, having a fix on her location...

 

[Dyans Keto]

Location: Private Island, Empress Teta
Tag: The Amalgam

Jade eyes stared up at moon lit sky all three moons were visible this evening, The Moon of Atale full in all it's deep red glory. Dyans took in the smell of the ocean air from the balcony of her personal estate on her private island. The Maw had taken Empress Teta freeing her world from the tyranny of the Galactic Alliance but delivering it straight into the Maw's hands. Her family like a pack of wild animals had started vying for her throne leaving Empress Teta in volatile spot. Darth Solipsis was dead the order he left behind seemed poised to take a strangle hold of her world now. Deals with sith always ended this way, the sith wanting it all in this case to take full dominion over all the maw no doubt to build another one of there ridicules Empires that failed time and time again.


With the vultures of her family wanting to take what was rightfully hers Dyans for the time slipped back into the shadows. Let her family kill each other or let the sith kill them she cared not, eventually the time would come for her take the throne and truly rebuild what was lost. She would let the Maw have their claims for now, but a day would come where they would kneel before her. Dyans was patient woman she had waited a long time to rebuild The Krath and take back her world she could wait a little bit longer for all the pieces to fall in place and for the Tetan Empire to take its right place as ruler of the Core.


For now she took in the view from her balcony thinking on her next steps. She was pulled from her thoughts as her comm buzz. She sat down the wine glass with blood wine she had perched in her right hand on the Balcony. She moved towards the comm and picked it up and press the button. "Sorry to disturb you this evening my Queen. It is being report the Maw are moving citizens of the Empress Teta off world." Dyans let out a heavy sigh of despair. Already they were making moves the sith moved quickly.


"Prepare my ship." She said coldly to man on the other end of the comm. "Yes, my queen. What is our destination." That was a heavy question Dyans didn't have an exact answer to, she could take a fight to the Maw declare those that liberated this world the new tyrants. She could go be with her husband on Necropolis let all this blow over like she had when the galactic Empire took her world a long time ago. Then again, she had led the Maw here, so she held some responsibility for what was happening. "Just have it ready for time being, I don't they will be coming for me soon enough." The soldier on the other end confirmed and then comm clicked off. Her eyes lingered back to the balcony and the glass of blood wine sitting there.

 

[The Amalgam]

She had dropped out of the Yacht at high speed, still concealing her presence all the way down as she fell to the private island.

Only near the bottom did she drop her concealment in the Force, dodging the auto targeting cannons with the Dark Side warning her using little bursts of Force Flight to roll out of the way and past the radius of flak bursts, red flames gathering around her body, the Dark Side making her flesh warp and bubble in the shell of flames, hissing dark and terrible curses to strengthen her technique.

She impacted into an elegantly tended landscape and a powerful, explosive blast of red flames spread out from her in a 21 meter radius killing everything within that space. Her hidious, rotting nature in the Force on full display as she took off deeper into the island complex, past the alarms and fast approaching other guards.

She would have wanted to do this quiet normally but the past few days had her furious. Why didn't Laertia just accept her situation? What could still convince her at this point she still on the side of the angels? Because Tython lived?

Phyre and the remaining fragments of The Amalgam scoffed at this as she took down a guard with quick hand to hand and let loose with a powerful red fireball at another group, coming under significant fire as she did, her orange blades coming out as she swatted them aside in her deadly advance. Alarm Klaxons now everywhere. Guards seemed to come from every angle as she calmly advanced, dodging or deflecting as necessary. She knew this method made things massively more difficult. But she had an axe to grind and an example to make.

And for Phyre, the best examples were bright, could be seen for miles, and caused massive amounts of pain and suffering in the process of making them. Amy might have tried to be stealthy. Phyre wasn't Amy. Phyre had eaten Amy.

And if she got her way, Phyre would eat the soul of Dyans Keto as well...