The Chorus of Chaos (Dominion Dom of Mandalore Hex)

[Darth Eversor]

Unexpectedly, Abraxas found himself caught off guard. How foolish could he be? Soon enough the intensity of being a living conductor liberated the Sith's body with the utmost agony, his teeth locked together as he growled while staring into [member="Vorian Adasca"]'s face with the unrelenting gesture that he would not give up, that he held onto a higher sense of resilience and had a stronger willpower.

Though struggling and tense from extreme trauma, the Sith warrior attempted to grab onto the Arkanian. His heart raced faster than he ever felt possible, his head racked with something that went beyond a migraine. Through clenched teeth, the Epicanthix forced out a retort to the assault: "It...takes...more." With a sudden pull of the scholar's robes, Abraxas would send his own skull into the face of his rival.

A brutish, simple response, but one that could be quite effective.

 

[Tyberius Fel]

This Abraxas creature didn't fight like a man. He fought like an animal, a vicious predator. Vorian's force sense only warned him of Abraxas' attack at the last possible moment, and the force barrier he managed to hastily erect did little more than soften the blow.

And for a being of such enormous strength as Abraxas, 'softened' meant 'prevented from outright kill.'

Vorian's head whipped backwards, rivulets of crimson flowing freely from shattered nostrils across his pallid face. The Arkanian's eyes snapped back onto Abraxas, sulfuric and burning with the ferocity only a deep connection to the bogan could bring. Channeling the pain, his nails fractured against Abraxas' armor as he dug in and unleashed a renewed onslaught of Sith Lightning that, hopefully, not even this beast of a warrior could withstand.

[member="Abraxas"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

As Abraxas' head bounced back from the whiplash, he noticed how his competitor still had a hold on him, and before he could retaliate again, it was already too late. An even stronger surge burst into the Sith's frame. His limbs went weak as he could feel his own body shutting down from the trauma; however, he would not give quarter to the opponent's whim to see the warrior falter and crumble, he would will his scarred vessel and near atrophied limbs back into the fray.

Visibly struggling to even stand, the darkly clad warrior kept his gaze longingly pinned on [member="Vorian Adasca"], giving a sly smirk as he began to focus heavily.

"...You think... you've...won?" He said aloud between ragged breaths.

Soon the trembling due to pain subsided, Abraxas' eyes growing darker in color as he drew upon his own rage. There would be a moment where the warrior would be still before his shoulders rose and fell only once.

Suddenly, a spontaneous, hellish yell from the top of the Sith's lungs would pervade the ambiance of battle happening around them as Abraxas attempted to Force push the Akranian several feet away, following up with an amplified brand of lightning arcing from the anger-fueled Sith.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Allies: N/A
Foes: The Dominion
Post: [10/20]

This child was wrong. Wrong.

The war was not over, it was never over. War was the only thing keeping this galaxy alive. People adapted when the going got tough, they became stronger and smarter. Those who simply couldn't face that fact were left to the will of their enemies, and most of them perished. It was a rightful end for those that were weak. They didn't deserve life if they couldn't fight their hardest for it.

"I am of the old Sith," Judas barked, "The true Sith! We were a higher order, not to be confused with these charlatans that claim to be."

The black dog sneered at the child, circling him with the blade poised. "I do not care for your Netherworld. I care for only the things I can touch.'

[member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

[Grace Darkson]

Dathomir.

The planet was seeped in turmoil, and it was all Grace could do to not smile as she stepped onto the desolate surface. From what she could tell, the Nightsister and Singing Mountain clans would both be close to where she had settled down. Hopefully, the Sith would be able to convince them to swear allegiance to the Dominion in general, if not her in particular. The Nightsisters would be easier to persuade, leading them to a promise of power could be interesting. The Singing Mountain clan, however...

Grace was a Darksider. It was part of her blood. The Singing Mountain clan would not like that, and may even try and kill her simply for that.

That was where the others came in.

"Come on, your Highness," She called back to [member="Alyson Halle"], a smile on her face. "We shouldn't be too far away from them."

[member="Cundi"] [member="Darth Exode"]

 

[Darth Exode]

"Ah... Dathomir... I remember thee well... I remember coming here and learning of Sith Alchemy, of Mechu Deru, from he Nightmother, after I saved one of her people. My athame around my neck was another such gift. After wars, I plundered ancient battlefields and stole Lightsabers and Crystals, from under their noses. They didn't even realise I had done so until I was long gone." Ravana said giggling, her eyes shining. "And now I get to come back, and help subdue the planet... I think I'll try and find some Lightwhips this time. Sith'ari knows I need to find some, and study them if I am to make one." She peered around, thinking of a direction to go in. She probably didn't want to go see the Nightsisters just yet. She turned to [member="Grace Darkson"]. "Well, Boss, which way do you want me to head?" She smirked all so cheekily when she said that.

 

[Alyson Halle]

(Post 6/37

She had been called in for two simple reasons, first she was freinds with [member="Grace Darkson"], second, she was a jedi. This was rather critical in dealing with the Dathomiri Witches known as the Singing Mountain Clan. They were the main lightsided group of dathomiri witches, and while the night sisters were much more notorious and reviled, the singing mountain was among the largest of the witch clans, and Alyson was expected to go deal with them, in a diplomatic way of course.

Alyson slowly moved the speederbike down the ramp, she had her droid companion K5-AL(@Cundi) sitting on the back, he towered over her, despite her being 6'3". She grabbed the speeder from the ship when it set down, while the clans were relatively close, it was still quite the distance to walk.

"Ill go talk to the Singing Mountain, dont get yourselves killed alright? From what ive heard the nightsisters are not exactly keen to talk to outsiders." She said to grace

"Hold on tight Kal" She warned her droid before setting off at high speed, relying on her force senses to prevent crashes.

[member="Darth Exode"]
[member="Grace Darkson"]

 

[Cundi]

The speeder zipped over the swampy ground.

They were on Dathomir. Everything seemed to pulsate red light, oozing vermillion as far as the eye could see. Kal sneered at the warning. Hold on tight. Pfft. He was a droid, with the strength of probably 1000 Alysons. Hell, he could probably—

Kal's train of thought was interrupted by a sharp sputter in the speeder. Stay humble, he thought. He'd just now stepped into the light, and was perfectly fine in it.

According to the ship's archives, the Singing Mountain clan was here. The Dominion was here for... Diplomatic reasons? He couldn't quite put his finger on it. Kal was bored, and had agreed to come as well. Get bored, sign up on a crazy crusade. That had been his modus operandi since he had been updated.

"We should be there soon. However, if we continue at the current velocity, there is a 29% chance of us falling and exploding in a fiery mess." Kal informed his counterpart. For some reason, humans always gave Kal a look of disapproval when told these statistics. He could never understand them.

The speeder zipped away into the red horizon.

 

[Alyson Halle]

(Post 7/37)

The red sun set below the horizon of Dathomir, the planet was a dense green jungle, though it seemed th droid saw something completly different than she did, must be some sort of weird droid thing. Alyson simply flew above the trees as most speeder bikes could fly rather high, so they could completly ignore the trees, but just in case she was watching with the force. Just incase there was something she didnt see. Soon however they came up on the settlement, from a distance it looked even more old and decrepit than even peaseant homes back on Merides, it is not the greatest place in the galaxy, but they liked it here apparently.

Alyson landed the speeder in the middle of the town, drawing the attention of the various townspeople, they didnt get many visitors, and it was strange for a person to explicitly seek them out. Especially eyed strangley was the droid, they didnt see them often, and a big metal man was rather intimidating. Alyson got off the bike, as the crowd parted to reveal one person, a short, older lady, looked to be about in her mid 60s, the old woman approached, digging her cane into the ground infront of Alyson.

"Why do you come here?" She asked quite simply.

"I come with an offer, from the Dominion, i..." Alyson said

"Speak no more" The woman interrupted. "Come with me, we will have quite a bit to talk about."

Alyson obliged the woman despite the apparent rudeness of her, following her down the town to a large central hut, smoke rose out of the small, uneven stone chimney on the side. Inside, the accomodations were rather... rustic. Uneven wood chairs sat on an unstained wood table which looked like it would give you splinters, it was rather large, enough to sit atleast 6 people, probably council members. The woman motioned Alyson to sit, which she did.

"I know why you come traveller, we are more in tune to galactic events than you might think. I am cautious of your dominion, but i require confirmation that you are pure of heart and intention." She said. "We must prepare a ritual to test the purity of your soul, and to remove any dark side tendencies from your heart, body, and soul."

"I dont understand..." Alyson interjected.

"You will see, we will have the ritual ready by sundown, until then you may rest here, interact with the populace, and learn as much as you can before you leave."

"Understood"

So Alyson left the building, ready to go speak with the populace and learn about a new interpretation of the force.

[member="Cundi"]

 

[Grace Darkson]

Post 2

"Focus, Ravana." Her words were curt, and there was a hint of annoyance in her voice as she mounted her own speeder. "We've business before pleasure." Her face had grown darker as [member="Darth Exode"] used Sith'ari as a swear. She never met him, the woman chided herself. She wouldn't understand. Shaking her head, she motioned the other woman to get on, and drove off in the opposite direction that [member="Alyson Halle"] had shot off in. Unlike her friend, Grace wove through the trees, preferring to keep low to the ground as to not be spotted from afar.

And in no small part because of the thrill of the high-speed turns.

As she did, a noise would rise above the roar of the speeder. A loud cracking, like wood splitting. There was a clearing up ahead, and Grace could sense something hiding there.

"Bail!" She yelled, trying not to be drowned out by the speeder's cries. As she did, she lept from the vehicle, using the Force to cushion her fall. Even so, she hit the ground hard, an audible crack issuing from her arm.

The speeder, now uncontrolled, now rocketed towards the clearing, where something massive awaited it.

 

[Darth Exode]

Ravana bailed, but had a slightly better fall than Grace, as she manage to crash through a cracked tree, and land in a bit of swamp. She was covered in bruises, splinters, and Muck, but, luckily nothing was broken. Hearing [member="Grace Darkson"]'s arm, she did not doubt there was something broken there. Focusing on the Dark Side of the Force, she ignored the pain, and walked herself over to Grace.

"Now, my dear," her voice was full of slight pain, and some restraint as if she was trying to stop herself from screaming. Though she was probably trying to stop herself from moaning, if the look in her eye was anything to say about it. "Why did we jump off of our nice speeder? Wait. Better question. Why did we just not attempt to avoid what ever reason we jumped off for, instead of jumping off, and getting ourselves damaged? Better yet, how about using the breaks?" She had a raised brow, as she asked her senior Sith these questions.

 

[Grace Darkson]

Post 3

Fire shot through Grace's arm as she forced herself to stand. It took effort, and the pain was nearly unbearable. For a moment as she stood on unsteady feet, Grace though she'd pass out, a thick fog descending on her mind. She grimaced, focusing on the pain in her arm. Even as the limb dangled from her side, useless, she called on the pain, using it as a fuel to burn away the fog. Growling, she pulled a large piece of folded cloth from the pouch in the small of her back, and did her best to bind the damaged arm to her chest. Only then did she speak, her voice filled with anger. How much of it was at the other woman remained to be seen. "The brakes wouldn't have stopped in time." She glared for another moment before calling her saber to her free hand. "As for your other suggestions," As she finished, there was a flash of light, followed by a concussive wave washing over them. Her ears rang as she continued, a twisted smile on her face. "I wanted to use the speeder as a missile."

She walked to the clearing, not caring if the other Sith followed. As she entered, a large rancor stared down at her. A second lay on the ground, the saddle which had held a small group of the nightsisters thrown asunder. The beast's leg was missing, and if the woman who had controlled it was not still holding the reigns, and no doubt the grip on the thing's mind, it would be flailing in pain. "Nightsisters!" Her voice carried, an undertone of authority held there. "I give you this chance! Take us to the Night Mother peacefully," Her smile grew as she stared down the gaggle of witches. "Or I'll pry her location from your brains before I allow you to die."

[member="Darth Exode"]

 

[Darth Exode]

"Well... Old acquaintances of mine, come to greet us, my dear." She said as she smiled charmingly at the Nightsisters, using the Force to boost her aura. Most of the sisters blushed slightly, while other were more open in their attraction. The Rancor on the ground however, its struggles on the ground got worse, as in it's pain, the newcomer tried to do something. It was projecting an Alpha Aura or a mating Aura, magnifying its need to get to its feet, while the other Rancor, shook its head, as if to try and get a funny smell out of it's nose. To [member="Grace Darkson"]... It would feeling like a great cloying, poisonous Fog had descended, a cloying Musk that permeated the field that dulled the mind and lowered reflexes, causing one to stare on, infatuated with Ravana, as she swayed slightly from side to side, in a slightly alluring manner.

It was obvious, however, that the easiest to break free of said hold, was simply to fortify one's mind, and ignore it. For a Force user, of anything greater than initiate abilities, this was a relatively easy matter. For the Nightsisters and the Rancors... not so much...

 

[Cundi]

Kal didn't know whether to leave the speeder, enter the building, or wander about. To be honest, the witches scared him, what with their red skin and bright red eyes and—

Oh.

Kal had had his infrared filter the entire time. The intense red quickly changed into a mellow green. The witches now looked fairly normal, for a human. He tried to approach some, but they looked up in fear and walked away slowly. It was probably the Imperial look. Damn.

"Don't worry! I'm reprogrammed!" He tried to tell them, but they were already too far away. Ah, to Hell with it. He'd better go with Alyson and the witch next to her by the fire, for some advice and, hopefully, a proper introduction.

[member="Alyson Halle"]

 

[Alyson Halle]

(Post 8/37)

Come on Kal” Alyson said to her droid, urging him to come along throughout the village.

The village was bustling with activity, word had already been spread, they were preparing for this ritual. It was an important right of initiation for their people, if you passed you were technically allowed within the ranks of the Singing Mountain Clan, not that Alyson wanted that, but it was a formality that needed to be done. Alyson was to represent the connection between the clan and the Dominion, so she had to be made an honorary member of the clan. If she failed the ritual, she would be considered unworthy and exiled, if she passed, then the clan agreed to join the dominion.

Alyson had no clue what the ritual was, and she clearly would have to wait to find out. Until then she would go seek out the various townspeople and get to learn about their culture, she first decided to locate the towns weaponmaster. The Dathomiri Witches had a reputation for their melee weaponry, it would be an interesting experience learning about their methods of making force imbued weaponry such as spears and other items.

Alyson approached the blacksmith's hut, she was hammering a spear out of a chunk of metal, there were two male slaves in there, toiling away at the flames. Alyson saw the matriarchal society as strange, but she did not question it, their culture was their own, however Kal would probably not be in the best position, as not only is he a droid, but a male one.

Alson leaned into the room, knocking on the open door to get the blacksmiths attention. The blacksmith finished hammering the spear, not speaking at first, before dipping the metal into cold water to harden the steel. She then left it to cool before addressing Alyson.

“Why hello, you must be our visitor. I am Dennra, i make all of the weapons around here” She said.

“Hello Dennra, i am Alyson, and this is my droid companion K5-AL, just call him Kal though, he doesn't like it when you call him by his full name” Alyson replied “I heard you were pretty good at force imbuing weapons, and if you could give me a few pointers, i would appreciate that.”

“I will not reveal all of my secrets to you outsider, but i will give basic advice, while i am teaching you, your droid can go converse with the slaves, or just look at my craftwork, however if he breaks anything i will disassemble him piece by piece until there is nothing left.” The blacksmith continued.

The blacksmith then began giving Alyson Basic pointers on force imbued weaponry, whatever the droid did was up to him.

[member="Cundi"]

 

[Grace Darkson]

Post 4

There was no response from the witches, only a quiet chanting. She frowned, nodding. "Very well." Her hand dropped to her side, and she touched the mind of the living Rancor. Her own mental defences, normally stout on their own, were amplified by the rage pouring through her. She could ignore the broken limb enough to focus on combat, and she could block out [member="Darth Exode"]'s aura. Part of her wanted to tell the woman to warn her before doing that. The other part didn't care enough to do so.

Her eyes locked with one of the witches, who didn't seem at all affected by the aura that her compatriot put out. A leader. The only other one unaffected was the woman holding her hand to the dying Rancor's neck, calming the beast. "We only need to keep one alive, Ravana. Kill the rest."

The Rancor refused to move at its masters prodding. The beast was confused, unwilling to make an action until it could make sense of the commands inside its head. She smiled as the witch slid off the beast. While the woman chanted, she advanced, only to feel pain like nothing she had experienced as a bolt of lightning flew from the witch. Grace fell to her knees, the saber dropping from her hands. She could feel the energy coursing through her. So this was lightning. Maybe this is what she had been missing in her attempts.

She had to know what it felt like.

Smiling as the witch's spell ended, the Vahla looked up at the woman's shocked face. "My turn." With a raised hand, Grace unleashed a torrent of her own lightning, the sparks leaping to the Dathomiri in thick purple ribbons, and the witch screamed.

 

[Cundi]

Kal walked out of the blacksmith's hut. He wanted to leave Alyson alone to her thoughts, and to learn more about the Force.

Such a quaint concept.

A magical wibbly-wobbly signal that connects all lifeforms in the universe. Bantha fodder, thought Kal. Lifeforms can't even hook up to the Holonet. Alyson had just started to experiment with this; moving small objects in the ship all day. What's the point of that, Kal always told her, if you can just throw the bloody thing across the room?

She had a short temper, Kal had discovered.

He made his way through the rows of huts and discovered a group of children sitting on the grass. They didn't seem to be scared of him. "Hello, children. My name is Kal." Some of them did that snort-laugh humans do when they find something amusing but they can't be arsed to use their energy to laugh.

Oh well. This would keep him occupied for a while.

 

[Dune Rhur]

Objective: Learn about the Beings of the Singing Mountain Clan
Allies: [member="Alyson Halle"] [member="Cundi"]

As the face of the Dominion's Jedi Order, it behooved Dune Rhur to arrive on Dathomir. Unfortunately his duties had prevented him from arriving with the main party. But better late than never. He'd entered into the Singing Mountain clan's settlement a short time ago.

The Bith drew many curious glances as he made his way around. He smiled towards each new face and had a kind word for those who'd stop to interact with him. This village was strong in the Light and it felt good. He couldn't say that he was completely in acceptance of males being enslaved but that was not his goal here.

Those changes could come later. For now they needed the beings of Dathomir on their side. Their magics were powerful and their knowledge was deep. They would be good allies and even more fierce enemies.

Just then he felt a familiar presence off in the near distance....

 

[Cundi]

He was playing with the children when Kal picked up a signal. It was Dominion; someone calling himself Dune Rhur. He was landing on Dathomir, the transmission stated, inform any Dominion members nearby.

Kal lifted the infant sitting on his knee and placed her on the ground. "A moment, please, Gentlemen."

He jogged towards the rows of huts outlined by the sinking sun. The air was now cold and damp, but he could not tell because he was a robot that did not, in fact, possess a nose.

Finally, he got to the hut where Alyson and the blacksmith were practicing Force weapon moves.

"Beg your pardon, Miss Blacksmith. Alyson, someone landed on Dathomir. Calls himself Dune Rhur. Old friend of yours?"

 

[Alyson Halle]

(Post 9/37)

Alyson continued talking with the blacksmith, she had much to teach, and Alyson had much to learn, this would be a great experience for her and her skills, supplement this with what she can learn. She sat there for a good hour and a half talking to the blacksmith, it was still a few more to sundown, the time went by fast when she was learning, it was hard to keep track of time. She looked at her watch one minute and it was one time, and then looked at it the next and it was an hour later. Suprising to be honest.

Alyson thanked the blacksmith before going to find her droid companion, who seemed to have dissapeared somewhere. but she detected a familiar presence nearby, that of [member="Dune Rhur"]. Alyson forgot Kal for a minute to go meet with him, he surely did not know what had transpired over the past few hours.

Alyson tracked him down with the force, before making him out in the rather busy town.

"Hello Master Dune! Ive been here to get this clan with the dominion, and they are doing some ritual later. You can explore the town until then, it starts just after sundown." she said.

Her droid friend came up just in time to announce that somebody had landed. Alyson laughed.

"Yes, i do, he happens to be right here." She said