Public The Burning of Batuu

[Detritus Ren]

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Location: Black Spire Outpost, Batuu, Unknown Regions
Objective: Burn Black Spire Outpost to the ground, loot, kill, gain the map.
Tags/Those Interested: Lord Kalrath Surea Darth Sarla Anak Darkstar 4ND-R0

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Fires blazed, people screamed, and all the while to Jin Kyrel he would hear a voice inside his head. He would hear a faint echo that had led him to this place, along with the dark clad figures that were the Knights of Ren. In the past several weeks he had been haunted by that voice. The voice constantly spoke to him, telling him to seek out the dark of the Unknown Regions. To return where it all began, with a singular word that spelled out the path that lied before him. Batuu... So Batuu did the young Kyrel came with a fury unleashed by the voice, telling him to embrace the shadow he carried, for it alone would guide him to what he sought. Upon entering the outpost, the group of dark clad figures unsettled the natives of Batuu, for they had host familiar faces before long ago, and just as it did those years ago it would end the same way. A single command uttered through the vocoder of Jin Kyrel's helmet. "Burn..."

With one command, Hell followed the dark warriors. "Halt, or i'll shoot!" One of the guards would shout, a skinny, green Rodian who's fingers clutching the blaster pistol in his hands shook. All around the figures clad in black moved swiftly, sabers, spears, axes, and rusty blades alike were cutting into helpless civillains that ran hopelessly away from the attackers. Jin would look to the Rodian, a saber ignited to his side, the blood orange blade crackled as Jin looked to the Rodian. The Rodian tried to shoot helplessly towards the dark sider. The red blaster bolts would only strike the blood orange blade. Every bolt being absorbed by his blade, before Jin approached the Rodian, and with a black gloved hand would grasp his neck The Rodian could do nothing but stare with his bug-like eyes towards the masked figure. "W-What do you want??" The Rodian would ask desperation evident in his tone, mixed with fear. Jin would say impassively. "From you? Only this..." He would say as the Rodian's eyes widened as the blood orange blade plunged through the Rodian.

"Go and unleash Hell..." Jin would say to the Knights, unhooking the leash and letting the warriors run rampant through Black Spire Outpost. Approaching one of the buildings through the Outpost, he could hear the inferno blazing, mixed in with the tortured and horrified screams that only brought music to his ears. Wanton mayhem wasn't his purpose here. He had come seeking something important, the voice inside his head directed his attention to Dok Ondar's den of antiquities. The only building that the Knights hadn't looted, or burned down yet.. The dark clad figure moved slowly in a purposeful stride towards the outpost, the voice telling him to seek out a piece of great importance. A path to the future.
Jin entered inside, and all around him was relics of both the past and present. Pieces dating back millennia adorned the shelves, and behind the counters seemed as if no one was home. Jin would frantically look around the shop, with the voice continuing to echo in his head.

"Come out... I know you are here..." Jin would say, and just as he turned around he saw an old human attempt to strike him with the green blade of a lightsaber. Jin's dark robes were cut into, as he had parried the strike with his own blade. His eyes narrowing through the T-shaped visor of his helm. He engaged the old human in a blade lock, before with one motion would sever the hand holding the archaic saber from his body. The man would only scream in pain. "Ahhhh!" He screamed as he fell to the ground. Jin didn't give the man time to recover, as he grabbed him by the neck. "Who are you? What do you want??" The old man would ask gritting his teeth through the pain. "I know you have it here.... The map where is it??" Jin would find himself asking, the rage rising in his voice. "I-I don't know what you speak of." The man would say desperately, while Jin in no mood for games would take his saber, and destroy artifacts, replicas of various objects inside the room. "The map where is it!?!?" Jin would ask angrily as he grabbed the man, and lifted him up by the neck slamming him against the wall.

As the man was being slammed against the wall repeatedly, he couldn't say anything. All he did to gesture to Jin was to point to a room behind him. Jin growled as he tossed the man over his counter, and with a fierce kick the door would come down. What he would beheld was troves of MAW artifacts scattered around, weapons, armor, religious symbols according to the Avatars. Pieces collected through the Second Great Hyperspace War, but what had caught his eye was an ancient piece of parchment. An old scroll by the looks of it, written in the Sith tongue used on Exegol. While Jin couldn't make out the words, the voice in his head told him it was part of a larger path.

Jin would stomp his way out of the antiquities shop, and would find his Knights burning and killing as they pleased. Within one of the Docking Bays would be where the Ren have gathered those that still lived. The Young Kyrel would stand with his dark brothers and sisters. The men, women, and children seemed frightened by the barbaric forces that have attacked the outpost. Jin stood, as he said nothing but gazed at the frightened faces. He would crouch as if to get on there level, and a voice spoke. This time the voice carried no malice, nor hatred but a dark enlightenment.

"Gather, children of the dark cosmos, and heed the words of the World Eater, the bringer of annihilation and renewal. In it's boundless hunger we find purpose; in it's consuming power, we find strength. Behold, for the World Eater devoured the world of Panatha, leaving behind a void. From this Void, we arise, heralds of entropy, champions of the Inevitable cycle. We are the Knights of Ren, disciples of chaos and change. The chosen few of the World Eater. We reject the feeble notions of light and dark, for they are but illusions. Instead, we embrace the force of nature that shapes the Galaxy. We are the instruments of destruction, the architects of rebirth, for in the wake of devastation shall you be granted salvation."

Jin would pause, he looked on the faces of the frightened civilians, some were curious, others frightened, and he felt the dark energy coming from those around him. He felt the darkness of those that dwelled within the civilians, as Jin looked to guide the worthy to the joys of rebirth. He continued, as he extended his hands out to the people. "Can you all not see? The old order crumbles before us, for we are the harbingers of transformation. Our path is one of unyielding resolve, for we know that only by embracing the hunger, can we pave the way for a new era. A new era where through death and rebirth all of you will be saved." Jin would scan the faces of the crowd, searching for those that would answer his plea of darkness.

He would use the Force to create a crude symbol against the ground. He continued, as his eyes scanned each face. "Embrace the World Eater, for it is our salvation. Embrace the cycle of annihilation, and renewal. Let the Galaxy be shown a different way. Not the squabbling of Jedi and Sith, but the way towards everlasting salvation. Embrace the World Eater, for he is the way." Jin would end his dark sermon, as he wished for those seeking mayhem and chaos to bring about order. He sought others to answer his call, as he showed the symbol embedded into the ground.

 

[Anak Darkstar]

The Dark Star descended upon Batuu, the Son of Darkness had felt the Call of The World Eater. His giant Typhojem vessel was testament to the fact Anak was born to be an agent of chaos, to bring forth a cleansing fire to the galaxy, and now at last a Brotherhood was rising from the ashes, The Knights of Ren.

The tentacles of the Dark Star vessel slithered on the ground like serpents, grabbing some escaping civilians and squeezing them till their eyes popped out and rolled on the ground like white and black marbles. The ramp of The Dark Star steamed as Anak made his way from it to The Cauldron of Chaos where his new destiny awaited. He had tried to be a Darth and found the promises of power nothing but empty, and his stint of a Jedi was a manipulation worthy of Darth Revan.

Here, now, he felt a “awakening” and as he approached the Sigil of the World Eater and The One before it, The Son of Darknsss knelt down and bowed his head in the Batuu earth. His body trembled before its power, and he heard the Sermon which stoked the coals in his own soul, here at last was his place. To serve the World Eater and Its Prophet, or god, in time that would be revealed. All he knew was the euphoria of the presence which he now desired to dwell in all the days of his life. At last he knew why he had drifted for so many years, never finding his place in the Orders. His very namesake, Darkstar and the vessel of the same had been created for such a time as this, to bring a new age to the galaxy.

Looking up with reverent gaze he said to Detritus Ren
“I am Darkstar, where you lead I will follow. Whatever The World Eater wills, I will execute. I offer my ship, my soul, and my sword.”

He raised up his saber hilt as an offering.

“Make me a Knight of Ren, and I will rend worlds. Nothing will stand in wake of The World Eater!”

He lowered his head into the ground once more as the hilt was lifted higher, arching his arms as if a arachnid in adoration.

 

[Surea]

War. Death.

Rebirth.​

The memories were there. The death on Exegol. The final fight against the Jedi as a Sith. There was a false peace in that death then.

Surea stood tall as she walked through the town. The heavy alloyed golden blade she carried rested as ever in her palm. It was familiar now, a part of her that she could never truly get rid of. She wouldn't allow her blade to be taken again. She reaped her own way through the crowd, eyeless sight easily helping her to find even those who dared to try and hide.

They would understand the power of rebirth.

She paused as she glanced towards the gathering, her blade lashing through yet another body. Rot had already started to spread. This town would be reborn, in time. Surea stepped forward. And similarly bent the knee as Anak. She said nothing, there was nothing to be said. She died a Sith.

And she would be reborn as a Ren.

Anak Darkstar | Detritus Ren

 

[Anak Darkstar]

Rising from laying postrate, Darkstar took metal of obsidian color near the Sigil of World Eater and began to forge it into a helm, the visor and mouth piece took shape, and at the back was elongated edge that would protect the nape of his neck. The Helm fit on his head as if fashioned by iron workers, and made his imposing presence more so. Turning to the burning structures, Darkstar drew his saber which crackled crimson upon snapping to life, and he marched as a Knight towards his vessel, there the tentacles threw civilians trying to get inside. Looking at the crowd in the chaos beat on the haul of The Dark Star, he lowered his saber as defenses sprayed from opening holes a black liquid on the people that steamed, a very volatile agent that made them collapse as their bodies burned down to bone. Darkstar walked towards his ship, his metal boots crushing skulls as he was recognized by the sensors and a ramp lowered. Inside the comms came alive with the screams of those in retreat. This would be the sound of many worlds and eventually the galaxy.

The Knight of Ren would go forth and carry the cause even if all forsook it. He would be a Cavalier of Chaos, whetting his blade on distant fields, shaping the path of salvation in the blood of civilizations. He had seen it, the galaxy was circling the proverbial black hole. The Jedi tried to stall it, The Sith ignored it. The Reckoning had come, many forms of Chaos including The Maw had tried to bring about The Cataclysm that was inevitable. The Apocalypse was neigh, and Darkstar would be one of its Horseman.

 

[Detritus Ren]

Location: Black Spire Outpost, Batuu, Unknown Regions.
Tags: Surea Anak Darkstar


The voice in his head spoke praises, promising the young Kyrel a path to power, a path to the almighty World Eater. The voice had led him here, on the path of the MAW. Decades had passed, yet he heard the call to him and with that call he would find new purpose, as would all of the galaxy. Jin would stand before the crowd, the inferno would blaze all around him, his knights and the countless civilians boxed in as his captive audience. There was a moment of silence, the howl of flames spreading the only eerie sound one could hear.

From the crowd he would see two step forward to him. Jin’s posture straightened as if to give a baptism to the two of them. His palms extended out to the both of them, his eyes scanning them. One looked familiar, as if she had seen many battles. The other had possessed a fiery nature waiting to be used. They would serve the World Eater well, and would find the one they seek to bring the galaxy to heel. He spoke his tone dripping with dark conviction. “The World Eater spoke unto his chosen ones, and said. Embrace the Chaos, for in Chaos lies true power. Embrace the hunger, for in hunger lies purpose. Devour the old and all that follow them, for in destruction lies true rebirth.”

Jin would pause, his eyes reaching towards the smoke filled skies, as if the holy man was taken over by something. As if the voice inside his head used him as a conduit. It was as if he was speaking. “Blessed are the reapers, for they shall inherit the cosmos. Blessed are the harbingers, for they shall shape the destiny of all. Blessed are the architects, for they shall forge a new galaxy accordance to his will. I Detritus Ren bestow upon in the name of the World Eater, reborn under his eye as Ren! Knights of Ren to follow in his plan and rebirth. Blessed be my Knights.” He would say as his gloved hands touched their heads, and would nod as the one with the fiery spirit adopted the mark of the World Eater.

Detritus would look over toe the crowd. The words of a holy man enough to stir some. Some kneeled, and others looked frightened by his words. A horror long since forgotten was resurfacing once more. The voice constantly guiding him, and with the map in his hands they would find the path to rebirth anew. “Do you think we will cower before barbarians like you. The Maw tried to intimidate us before. These are many people of many religions, many faiths answering to the Force. We will not, shall not be converted..” A Zabrak made himself known, standing defiantly towards the Ren, as Detritus slowly walked to the man, appearing as if not to harm him. “Then I’ll take your spirit…” He would say with a chill as he grabbed the man by his throat. Dark energy surged through the young Kyrel, as with the dark side he would grasp him from the inside. A green flash enveloped Detritus’s eyes through the red T-shaped visor. Slamming the man hard into the duracrete ground, before he was enveloped in green mist. The man shook and spawned, before the Force and the Magicks he wielded would cause the man to turn into a lifeless husk. The breathing healthy Zabrak, now no more than a mummified corpse.

Detritus looked to Darkstar, as he had already made himself accustomed to mayhem, then back to the frightened crowd. Many who seemed reluctant to kneel at first slowly started to give in. “Join him with the old order in ruin, or join the new way. The way towards salvation and rebirth!” Detritus would say his voice imploring the crowd to see the way. There were frightened whispers, and murmurs in the crowd. Many cowering in fear, but taking a reluctant knee to Detritus and his Knights. This was only the start of it.

 

[Anak Darkstar]

The Words of the World Eater and its Vessel and Prophet reached Darkstar who listened in bowls of his ship. They were morsels that made his zealotry stoke as he shook the chains inside and chanted,
“Chaos.. chaos.. chaos!”

The Dark Star ship hummed and began to rise as he commanded it towards Detritus and there hovering the Typhojem tentacles lowered, and sliding down them was armies that had been housed in the haul, the Sons of Anak, giants clade in the black oils of Bogan, forged in the crust of a forsaken realm for such a time as this. The Infanty formed a circle spreading out around Surea and Detritus Ren all kneeling as Anak Darkstar leapt from ramp back to epicenter, the hallowed ground of his god.

“This is my offering to The World Eater. My Sons, my shadows, who are the Seed of Bogan and born in Womb of the Dark Star. They have sworn to obey, and I command them to serve in this glorious Rebirth!”

The Knight of Ren had provided Foot Soldiers forged by The Harvest, by the demented science and dark side sorcery of his ship. He had been perfecting the weapon of the Dark Star, its mutability endless, until now at last it gave him spawns. Just as Knights had battalions, so these Bogan creations would serve The Knights of Ren and The World Eater.

 

[Surea]

Reluctance, hesitation.

Surea watched them in the way Miraluka did best. She was aware of all of them, of all that held hesitation in their heart. They did not believe in the path, they only wished to avoid being killed. War, death, rebirth. That was the code, the core of her beliefs now. She rose from her kneeling position, turning her sightless, rotted face towards some of the dead.

She stepped to them, crouching to set her hand against them. Flesh roiled and shifted. Rotted into a crimson pool around her before it solidified. Twisted looking fungus was quick to grow. The rot would spread, over time, as it always did. From death, these beings would be reborn.

"Where do we begin, my lord?"

Detritus Ren | Anak Darkstar

 

[Milena the Piece]

Location: Black Spire Outpost - Batuu
Dialogue Legend: “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tag: Detritus Ren Surea Anak Darkstar │ Open!

The call of the World Eater had not escaped the notice of her mistress. It heralded the return of a nihilistic, all-consuming blight which had been thought defeated in the wake of the Second Great Hyperspace War—the Brotherhood of the Maw. Ravagers, raiders, and nihilists devoted to the unholy tenets of war, death, and rebirth. However, in drawing on the select memories that her mistress had bestowed upon her, Milena sensed that this group represented an entirely new generation, replacing the fallen leaders of the Maw.

And yet, while they were driven by much the same calling—the mission to destroy this universe so that it might be purified and cast anew—Milena recognized it as something distinct. Unfortunately, beyond that, she could only speculate as to their nature.

However, mere speculation would not be nearly enough for the days that lie ahead.

For that reason, Milena’s mistress had sent her to Batuu in order to investigate the rising power that was the World Eater. Having hidden her speeder bike within a thicket some distance outside the outpost, Milena had made her way into the outpost, following the trail of death and destruction wrought by the Knights of Ren as she did. She eventually found herself inside an antiquities shop, there finding the wounded, dying form of an old man who had been thrown behind the counter.

Milena spared him a look of pity. Otherwise, she didn’t hesitate.

Milena promptly drained him, siphoning what was left of his vitality into herself, until he was little more than a shriveled husk. Freshly rejuvenated, she made her way into a nearby room, at which point her mismatched eyes took in a veritable horde of Mawite artifacts, many bearing symbols, scriptures, and iconographies dedicated to the Avatars. Milena regarded them with a scowl as electricity sparkled, crackled, and surged along her arms with growing intensity, before suddenly, it was unleashed. On cue, a raging inferno washed over the corrupted artifacts, fed by a sustained stream of electricity that vaporized and incinerated wherever it struck.

A few minutes later, Milena emerged from the ruined, burning husk of the antiquities shop, before making her way towards the docking bays.

Spoiler: Loadout

• White Catsuit - Armorweave Construction
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade - R
  • Force Artifacts
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Amulet of Many
  • Utility
    
    • Supernal Infusion
• Krath War Blade - Katana Style

 

[Anak Darkstar]

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The Sons of Anak began to chant as if one, a deep guttural hum from their diafram, it rose as Darkstar walked amongt them, their bald heads wet with the oil of Bogan’s anointing. The Knight of Ren noticed another had arrived, Milena the Piece who had not as of yet pledged fealty to The World Eater and its Prophet. Rather they seemed to observe the tide of Chaos that was now rising.

The Shadows of Dark Star as they worshipped shed black liquid like ink on to the ground which then began to rise into the sky and swirl in a helix, it then fell on flames dousing them and combining with sulfur that formed golems, great giants the size of Krayt Dragons. Which had mouths with great serates teeth and instead of horns tentacles:

The Knight of Ren approached this Shadow Titan and looked upon the gift of his Sons. It would serve The Rebirth, it would serve The World Eater.

 

[Detritus Ren]

Location: Black Spire Outpost, Batuu, Unknown Regions
Tags: Surea Anak Darkstar Milena the Piece


Detritus would look to Darkstar’s cultists, and the toxic rot from Surea would engulf the people all around. A cruel laugh came from the young Kyrel as he watched with sadistic glee. “All in the name of rebirth. This is a new beginning… War.. Death… Rebirth.” Detritus would say the mantra of the Maw in a whisper. The words once silent had been uttered once more The screams and the chants of the dark ones that followed Darkstar would be a violent crescendo of death all around him. He had watched closely as the one who called himself Darkstar presented another gift.

Seeds of the Bogan. A mysterious dark creation that Detritus marveled through the red lens. “Good! These weapons, monstrosities will show the galaxy fear. Too long have they been complacent, a reminder of fear is in order I think.” He said his tone oozing with the need for violence, for the need for death.

The chants grew to new heights as most the haze of death. Detritus would watch as a dark creature would rise to the skies, a beast of dark side alchemy that reminded him of the Drengir of old. Beasts familiar to feed off the darkness, and consume everything they can. A prayer would come from his lips once more at the rising of such creatures. "Though I walk through the darkest void, I fear no annihilation, for the World Eater is with me; its hunger and its power, they comfort me.

Its maw prepares a feast before me in the presence of my enemies; it anoints my spirit with darkness; my destiny overflows.

Surely destruction and renewal shall follow me all the days of my existence, and I shall dwell in the abyss of the World Eater forever." He said with a fierce zealotry fitting of scripture of the Hidden Maw. Surea would catch his attention asking him in the midst of chaos what was next. “Surea is it not? First we burn this rock of an outpost to the ground… Then we seek out what is on this.” He paused showing the ancient scroll. A scroll written in ancient Sith, but faced a deeper meaning. “This is the key… The key to find the one who walks behind shadows, the fallen one… The voice in my head… He whispers… He whispers the path… We will find him, we must!” His voice hindered on that of a madman and unholy zealotry. The dark conviction oozed, and in that moment he saw a white suit approach from the shadows.

“It appears we have company…” Detritus would eye the woman approaching, at first he approached her his palms open and inviting. “Why have you come to join us sister? To be reborn in the shadow of the World Eater. It is not too late to repent.” The crazed tone of a zealotry madman ever so clear. Behind that mask was a face sizing up this newcomer poised to strike if need be.

 

[Milena the Piece]

Location: Black Spire Outpost - Batuu
Dialogue Legend: “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tag: Detritus Ren Surea Anak Darkstar

Feral, mutated monstrosities roamed the streets of the outpost, their forms like black tar that roiled and walked. Milena sensed their essence, perceiving them as living (or semi-living) spawn of dark side sorcery seemed to feed on suffering. In that, Milena realized that she was not dissimilar to them. Perhaps under different circumstances she might have admired the artifice that had gone into their creation. However, as steeped as they were in the unholiness of the dark side, Milena knew them as little more than weeds that needed pruning. Much like the Maw, they represented a feral mutation of the darkness that embraced wanton, nihilistic destruction for its own sake, rather than for purification and purposeful sacrifice. It was a kind of cancer. A sickening malignancy that demanded excision.

With it, came a sickening, all-consuming rot which had begun to infect the outpost as well. Milena recognized it as the work of another, one who was perhaps just as gifted and powerful in the dark side. Unfortunately, as little more than a Fragment of her mistress, Milena did not possess the skill or the power to challenge both the agents of the rot and the mutation at once.

Accordingly, Milena made her way towards the strange vessel where she sensed the nexus of the mutation. In doing so, the electromancer found herself met with resistance waged by the massive, black-oiled mutants that were its spawn, a quartet of the monstrosities placing themselves between her and the ship. Immediately, Milena willed forth an explosion of fulminating fury from her left hand, thereby unleashing a stream of raw electricity that boiled the mutants from the inside out before setting their oily forms alight. The creatures fell immediately, the black, boiling oils that comprised their bodies losing cohesion until they were naught but puddles on the ground.

From there, Milena continued onward, her sights now set on the towering, black-tendriled titan that walked the streets, crushing buildings in its path. Three more of the mutants threw themselves at the electromancer, only to find themselves blasted back from whence they came by a fresh surge of crackling electricity. Sensing the mutation growing stronger as she approached, Milena swiftly rounded the corner to the next block. There, her eyes honed in on the tall, black-armored form of the agent behind the mutation (Anak Darkstar) as he looked upon his titanic masterpiece.

On cue, Milena drew her curved, single-edged war blade from its place on her back, the dark side-enhanced metal screeching out from its scabbard as she did. The noise would doubtlessly draw the figure’s attention, if he had not detected her presence already.

“Agent of mutation, avowed son of the World Eater…Knight of Ren!” Milena shouted towards the figure. “Your work here is breathtaking. Steeped in the dark side as it is, I find myself mesmerized by it. You should be proud of the corruption that you have wrought. It is almost beautiful, in fact.” The electromancer began, a playful mirth tugging upward at her pink-purple features as she slowly approached the figure. “It is a shame then, that it has been placed towards a darkness bent on little more than destruction, rather than purification and sacrifice.” She continued, a regretful expression pulling her features downward. “You are aware of what will happen if your World Eater consumes this universe, yes?”

Then, a pause.

“You will be a slave to Him in the next one, just as you are in this one!”

On cue, a crackling stream of raw, fulminating electricity blasted out of Milena’s outstretched fingers and towards the Knight’s (Anak Darkstar) upper chest from 19 meters away, suffused with enough energy to nearly vaporize a man. With it came the superheating of the air around the electrical channels, unleashing implosive waves of concussive overpressure that carried enough energy to potentially shatter bones and rupture organs, much like the kinetic force delivered by a telekinetic push.

“It appears we have company…” Detritus would eye the woman approaching, at first he approached her his palms open and inviting. “Why have you come to join us sister? To be reborn in the shadow of the World Eater. It is not too late to repent.” The crazed tone of a zealotry madman ever so clear. Behind that mask was a face sizing up this newcomer poised to strike if need be.

In unleashing her fulmination upon the agent of mutation, it was only then that Milena realized that he had not been alone.

Spoiler: Loadout

• White Catsuit - Armorweave Construction
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade - R
  • Force Artifacts
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Amulet of Many
  • Utility
    
    • Supernal Infusion
• Krath War Blade - Katana Style

Spoiler: OOC Note

I initially wrote this post targeting only Anak Darkstar, since I DMed them earlier via discord to ask for a duel. But, seeing that Jin Kyrel noticed Milena as well, I tried to acknowledge him too. That said, I'm okay with fighting both Jin Kyrel and Anak, but I don't think I can handle all three of y'all! I apologize in advance.

 

[Anak Darkstar]

TAG: Milena the Piece

Darkstar felt it as sons were lost to his senses, someone was snuffing out his progeny with a rapidity that belied their power. As he observed his Typhotitan, he sensed the presence of the One who was the source of his spawns being reduced to pools of slick black oil puddles. She was bold, she called out to him as she drew arms, and then with an extended arm unleashed a bolt that struck his plate covered body as a bell, ringing loud as he fell on one knee, and smoke rose from his black pauldrons. The thunderbolt carried a thunder in his mind and snapped synapses in his brain like shoots of wood. He felt his memory fog, and his bones ached from the impact.

The Knight of Ren tried to compose himself, if he fell he would drown in the mud under weight of his armor. That armor had provided some protection, though it acted as conduit for the electromancy used against him. The excruciating pain was.. wonderful. His thoughts now were to a single purpose, the memory of Anak shut off from the trauma inflicting his brain. All he remebered was he was a servant of The World Eater.

The words of this Mad Cap Maiden had been penned with the heat of lightning. She praised his work and then issued a critique that rang loud in his ears which now could hear nothing after the bolt. The Sons he cherished tried to rally around him as a shield, others charging her when Darkstar raised his gauntlet hand. They halted and stepped aside like a sea parting.

Darkstar revalling her words in hus shattered mind gave this reply,
“You misunderstand our doctrine.. there will be no masters in the end.. all will be equal in The Feast of Rebirth. We hasten its coming with the end of this galaxy…”

Darkstar reached for his crown hilted lightsaber, which looked more like a mace and with flex it sang to life with blood of beam and using his strength he rose from bended knee.

“Join us in The Song of Oblivion!”

His heavy steps approached as he held out his Saber that hummed with his heart beat though he could only feel the weapon. He marched on towards her and as he closed distance His Sons fell down in worship of their Father who did not fall but with agonized movement of his muscles made it near the Bolt Conjurer and pointed the tip of his blade:

“My name is Darkstar, Knight of Ren, prepare to die.”

 

[Darth Sarla]

Sarla had felt the Call. It was strange, it had made her black out in her apartment on Coruscant in the lowercity. What she saw in the shadow dream was an eye bathed in flame and darkness that swirled as funnel drawing her to it and when she met the eye she awoke. Now she was on a ship descending on Batuu where she saw flames, and great trails of smoke, and a great monstrous creature which looking up at her sent a tentacle like s harpoon into her craft, piercing the engine and latching on lulling it down, alarms rang loud and red lights circled, the ship was going to crash and so The Dark Lady had one course of action. She lowered the ramp over the smoking buildings, and coughed. She seeing a roof jumped and as she came down on it rolled and stopped herself with the Force.

Looking up she saw her shuttle begin to spin as tethered to a black thread that then pulled it down into a ball of flame. Looking down she saw black figures dripping with goo, they looked like mud monsters. A flame broke through the roof and began to spread, forcing Sarla to leap off and land on her black heeled boots as she drew a Saberstaff and snapping the twin red blades to life she cut through the Black Footmen, her saber reducing them to oil blobs. They began to swarm around her as she cut through more of them. But with every one she struck down, three took its place. What in Chaos were they?!

 

[Detritus Ren]

Location: Black Spire Outpost, Batuu, Unknown Regions.
Tags: Surea Anak Darkstar Syrenno Maraan Milena the Piece Darth Sarla


Detritus bore witness to the carnage taking fold. He watched the woman cloaked in white cautiously. Those that were not dead, nor dying had knelt before the Knights of Ren. The outpost howled with the flames of a reignited evil not witnessed in decades. The rebirth was at hand, and a new beginning to cleanse the galaxy of its sins, to break the wheel of the Jedi and Sith, even the Force itself was within reach. First, it started with the burning of this rock.

The monsters provided by Darkstar were a magnificent sight, Detritus watched with awe as they consumed. The monsters of shadow would dance within the scourge of flames, all the while Detritus would mutter another prayer.

"Through the ashes of the old, we shall forge a new reality, one bathed in the darkness of the World Eater's embrace. Fear not the end, for in the end lies the beginning. Rise, children of the dark cosmos, and let the galaxy know that the World Eater's will shall be done, now and forevermore."

His attention would be drawn to the woman. Her words spoke that of an apostate. One who dares question the divine work at hand. Detritus spoke his arrogance evident. “Do you think we wish to bring him here? No, we seek another out. He speaks to me.. It is not our God… No, a gift given by him for all the galaxy. With him the great work must continue. I’m afraid if you will not join us… We’ll allow me to introduce to you a disciple of my beloved flock.” He paused allowing Darkstar to step forward to deal with the woman, all the same he could hear the roars of the shadow monsters as they danced with the flames.

“Brother Darkstar, why don’t you enlighten our new guest. One more thing… You keep what you kill. Any weapon off her corpse is yours…” He said sick delight oozing through the madness. Detritus turned his head and sensed another dark presence had arrived to this world. Would they be an infidel, or would be but an acolyte seeking a new path.

Detritus would wander through the burning streets. His darkness, his shadow honed in on what arrived to the outpost. His eyes soon drawn to how a shadow monster could be brought down, this creation of Bogan? Bigger question was what she was seeking out? The dark shepherd would guide her on the path to enlightenment and salvation all the same. He spoke his metallic baritone resembled his zealotry nature. “Greetings, what brings you here stranger? Have you come to hear his message, to embrace the void and to reach emptiness. Have you come seeking the way?” He would ask her, testing to see who would follow the Knights on the path towards rebirth, and those that stood against him.

 

[Darth Sarla]

Sarla felt a presence ( Detritus Ren ) that nearly threw her on her face. She held her ground as the Dark Warriors ceased assailing her. The Figure addressed her directly, asking her what she sought.

“I heard a Call, deep inside, and dreams of an Eye that lead me here. What is this? What is the message you speak of? And what are these Ghouls that rise like pools of shadow before me?”

The Zeltron held her staff saber at rest, though ready to speing to action if necessary. She wad befuddled by the colossus that had downed her ship and the legion of shadows that had fell upon her without end. What dark side sorcery was this? Who was behind it? All these questions plagued her mind.

Deciding to help indicate she did not wish further hostilities, Sarla introduced herself formally,
“I am Sarla, I once served The Sith Order, and now am a Bounty Hunter.”

 

[Syrenno Maraan]

TAG: Detritus Ren / Anak Darkstar / Surea / Darth Sarla / Milena the Piece

Admist the chaos of the ground below, a black Fiend-type starfighter screamed from the sky above. Yet another piece on the dejarik board, it would seem. The dark craft tucked and rolled as it avoided titanic monstrosities and the blackened spires of Batuu. The ship curved and began to slow it descent as it landed only a few meters away from the young Kyrel’s makeshift pulpit.

A figure emerged from the fighter’s cockpit. A humanoid form, clad in blackened betaplast and ramshackle adornments. In its look, one might glimpse homage to beings like Vader and the Inquisitors of old. But the posture and makeshift nature did not seem to make it Sith nor Inquisitorius. The figure stopped short of being too close, red eyes of its helm watching carefully.

“So…” A filtered, monotonous voice spoke, “The Shadow spoke truth. My brethern return from across the Galaxy.”

The figure pulled the unmistakable hilt of a lightsaber from his waist. The blade soon ignited with a crackle, red and burning. Rather than attack with it, the figure kneeled with blade sunk into the ground. Smoke rose as the heat burned and devoured material contacting the blade. A sign of fealty and loyalty.

“I am Katachi, follower of Shadow, and Knight of Ren.” He proclaimed, “And the whispers in darkness call out your presence as my kin.”

The one called Katachi stood, blade still ignited. Waiting not for attack by his fellow Ren, but for their recognition.

 

[Milena the Piece]

Location: Black Spire Outpost - Batuu
Dialogue Legend: “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tag: Detritus Ren Darth Sarla Surea Anak Darkstar Syrenno Maraan
Direct Engagement: Anak Darkstar

Darkstar revalling her words in hus shattered mind gave this reply,
“You misunderstand our doctrine.. there will be no masters in the end.. all will be equal in The Feast of Rebirth. We hasten its coming with the end of this galaxy…”

Darkstar reached for his crown hilted lightsaber, which looked more like a mace and with flex it sang to life with blood of beam and using his strength he rose from bended knee.

“Join us in The Song of Oblivion!”

“Indeed. All shall be equal as boli chewed within the World Eater’s exalted maw, then later as chyme within His great, sprawling intestines.” Milena cut back in reply. “I am sure that when He sings his Song of Oblivion, it will be a great rhythm of belching and flatulence.” The electromancer added.

“My name is Darkstar, Knight of Ren, prepare to die.”

“Darkstar, Knight of Ren...” Milena hissed, speaking the name as if to curse it by words alone. Nevertheless, she did not hesitate in introducing herself as well. “I am Milena, Fragment of the Assembly! Know it well, so that you might better pronounce it as you beg for your life!”

Then suddenly, Milena willed a short, instantaneous blast of searing electricity out from her fingertips, aimed to strike the Knight directly in his chest at almost point blank range. The blast itself held enough electrical energy to set an entire room alight, while also carrying the kinetic force of thunder, delivered via an explosive shockwave that could shatter stone barricades. In that, Milena hoped that it would send the Knight flying back from whence he came, thereby affording her precious space.

Then, Milena focused the dark side within her legs, before suddenly leaping skyward immediately after the blast. A second later, she landed on the roof of a nearby building, electricity surging down her arms as her mismatched eyes gazed down at the Knight, silently daring him to follow her.

Spoiler: Loadout

• White Catsuit - Armorweave Construction
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade - R
  • Force Artifacts
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Amulet of Many
  • Utility
    
    • Supernal Infusion
• Krath War Blade - Katana Style

 

[Anak Darkstar]

Darkstar saw that this Mistress of Storms was determined to use her electro powers. If he was not already injured and her at so close of range, he could roll away from this current of concussive energy. Instead he placed his hand to meet these bolts, and called to the Darkness to create a shockwave through his hand, the effect threw him back as bolts did worm around it and struck him, his skull briefly visible through his helm as one bolt struck it; he was thrown through a building where he was bent into a water heater.

Lying there he groaned a little, seeing some Batuu locals looking at him, he pointed his finger tips and latched on to them witj those red veins that drew life into him once more. The effect did not heal his brain injury, nor the burn scars from the bolts, but he did feel himself steady enough to return to the fight. Stepping back into the street, he levitated to roof where Milena the Piece was.

“What was that about begging for my life?”

He pointed his free hand to unleash his own Lightning. Fight voltz with voltz.

 

[Milena the Piece]

Location: Black Spire Outpost - Batuu
Dialogue Legend: “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tag: Detritus Ren Surea Anak Darkstar Darth Sarla Syrenno Maraan
Direct Engagement: Anak Darkstar

The Knight’s pain radiated through the Force in such a way that Milena could almost taste it. He had drained the life forces from a group of cowering locals in an effort to mitigate it, but the injuries that she had inflicted upon his flesh remained. In that, Milena pondered draining his life force, once she had weakened him to a sufficient state. However, she quickly pushed the thought aside as the Knight levitated up onto the roof—an action that the electromancer allowed him to perform unimpeded, in spite of the fact that she could have blasted him back down onto the street at any moment.

“What was that about begging for my life?”

He pointed his free hand to unleash his own Lightning. Fight voltz with voltz.

She immediately regretted it.

Milena howled as the Knight’s searing lightning struck, then licked at her flesh, causing it to ripple and light up to a bluish hue as the electricity seized her muscles. Immediately, she brought her war blade up to defend against the blast, before willing her amulet to activate. Suddenly, the Knight’s electricity began to hone in on the amulet itself, which promptly absorbed the stream of energy, sparing Milena from its effects. Nevertheless, the electricity had already done its damage, leaving angry red burns strewn across much of the Fragment’s flesh.

However, she now had two new sources of energy to draw on.

“You’ll regret that, Darkstar.” The electromancer hissed.

On cue, pulsing, aching surges of pain were tapped into as fonts of power as electricity surged around her arms. A half-second later, Milena gave an ear splitting scream as electricity lashed out from her right hand, taking the shape of a six meter-long solid electric whip that was intended to coil around the Knight’s arms and legs, potentially restricting his movement. Then, while still holding her lightining ensnarement in place, Milena immediately sprang into motion, sprinting towards her opponent at maximum muscular impulse before swinging her war blade with her left hand in a crosswise, left-to-right slash that was intended to sever the Knight’s lightsaber-carrying arm at the elbow—a disarming strike in both senses of the word.

Spoiler: Loadout

• White Catsuit - Armorweave Construction
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade - R
  • Force Artifacts
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Amulet of Many
  • Utility
    
    • Supernal Infusion
• Krath War Blade - Katana Style

 

[Anak Darkstar]

The Knight of Ren was now ensared and suffer hemmoraging from wounds inside as this Electromancer burned hin with coil of her whip, and then she used her blade cutting his arm clean off at the elbow. He looked through his visor at this Storm of a Woman, he had failed to inflict much damage despite some obvious surface wounds. Even now as a Knight he failed to make a difference, The World Eater now had his legions and vessel, and perhaps that is all he had to offer.

His arm poured out a buntage of burgundy from his elbow, the sky began to cloud, all the volts had called to the rains, and soon drops of the sky waters fell, making metallic pings on hus salet and helm. Darkstar felt the weakness as he looked down at his severed arm, he had been here before, Zinayn had cut his other arm asunder long ago. This time he picked up the limb and offered it to Milena the Piece as a trophy.

He then uttered,

“There is no place for me in this story, I am nothing…”

The exact words the Memory of Ren had said to him from the mask on Tund.

Falling on a knee, the coil like a serpent that held him bound, as he always had been restricted from any purpose in this galaxy. Taking his lightsaber he threw it off the roof as more blood keept pouring our like a flood to match the waters, he began to rattle in his armor from shakes and fell on his face, the salet helm popped off to reveal long curl locks that were wet like noodles in a soup, and almost as yellow. His eyes growing dim, as he felt his breaths deepening, not long now.

Looking up with his amber eyes which had burned bright like the magma of Mustafar, now but fading embers.
With that he went into V-fib and flatlined, his entire body collapsing in pool of his own blood.

The star had gone dark…