The Cure (CIS Dominion of Cyax. Yeah bro, wooh.)

[Salem Norongachi]

Norongachi dove for [member="Sophia Denko"] 's hand. It was instinct, one that he couldn't control before the cold blanket of ocean took them. His helm kept the water out but even with his enhanced visual modes it was difficult to see. Shadows and lights played across it, his body finding Sophia and holding onto her hand like it were the only anchor to the world that he had.

It came again, the sound that they had feared. This time, outside the confines of the under water facility, it was more profound. The sound blasted them, it permeated armour and skin and rattled the very bones that kept them upright. His head turned this way and that, seeking a source that was beyond his field of vision.

A hand reached up to his neck and found one of the tubes that pumped air into it, fingers pulled it from its moorings and with a motion of his other hand made his intent know; Take it and live.

 

[Sophia Walsh]

Her hand reached to grab [member="Salem Norongachi"] outstretched hand as they both plummeted downward into the ocean below. As if a facility wreaking sea creature wasn't enough the water was freezing and as soon as Sophia hit it she could feel chills crawl up her spine. Immediately she began to swim to the surface not only to catch her breath but to hopeful capture a little bit of warmth as well only to remember they were under the water. This was just getting worse by the minute. Just as she was about to scan for her companion on this lovely mission a hand tightly grabbed a hold of her's.

The sound was so loud it made waves which splashed up against her causing her to shiver again. Taking the tube from him she glanced around looking for a way out of this place in the opposite direction of the creature preferably. The only problem was they didn't want to get too far away from land and she didn't know this area very well or at all really.

Pulling on him she pointed towards a dark shadow she saw in the distance unsure what it could be.

 

[Salem Norongachi]

The water broke above him, a hand gripping desperately for a sky that would be of no help. Behind them the sea churned, great gaseous bubbles frothing up the deep blue water as the facility began to crack and buckle under the sudden decompression. The HUD of his helm flickered and ran white with static adding further to his disorientation, until he stopped treading water for a moment and pulled it off, letting it sink back down into the deep.

Water lapped up across his face as the surface grew choppy, washing the dried blood from his bruised face and adding salt to already painful wounds. Emerald eyes hardened in defiance as he spotted the wake of something big, something fast and impossibly long, ifthe dark shadow just under the surface was anything to go by. It was perhaps two dozen feet away now, making its way through the water in a zig-zag but ultimately in their direction. A sudden swell drew water away from its back and Salem saw matt black scales, longer than a man, glistening as the sunlight caught them before the water covered them again. The sound came again, travelling up his legs and rattling ribs before it slammed into Norongachi's ear and near ruptured them.

"Do you have a name?" He asked the girl quietly, her hand still firmly in his own, their legs kicking furiously to keep them above the water. If you were going to be torn to shreds, it would be nice, he thought, to learn a pretty girls name before the jaws clamped shut.

[member="Sophia Denko"]

 

[Malok]

At once a light chuckle rippled throughout the Force. The words uttered by the Emperor were amusing...for he did not yet know the precious nuggets of information the Voice had pieced together for this momentous occasion. "Why? Because you seek to rule supreme over all those who wear the title Sith, do you not? If so...there is much that I know that can assist you in this endeavor." came his voice, once again uttered through a projective application of telepathy. With his arms now folded, the Voice of the Dark Lord then awaited for a response from the Emperor; for his next words would be indicative of how the conversation would proceed.

[member="Darth Vulcanus"].

 

[Xavier Vi'dreya]

He was watching, he was learning. The confrontation between [member="Darth Metus"] and [member="Darth Vulcanus"] offered a good bit of insight to the interactions of the Sith, and Xavier would take notes. Cold blue eyes watched with keen interest as the two powerhouses spoke. He served the Dark Lord and his sister, and seeing as the latter had been largely absent the former took priority. Sadly, Xavier was still but a boy, and like the minuscule dragon perched on his shoulder, he had much to do in terms of growing. Aside from Strix the only thing new about Xavier was the black hilt on his back, his first saber. Dual bladed, he liked the fitting style, so whatever, but unless the Gurag decided to beat the hell out of the boy from afar, he wouldn't have any use for it.

 

[Sophia Walsh]

Sophia took a few great deep breaths as she reached the surface. Her one free hand reached around in desperation for something, anything to grab hold onto but came up empty handed. There was no dry land in sight but holding his hand and knowing that she was not alone was comforting to say the least. As the loud boom grew louder she squeezed his hand tightly and closed her eyes as if that would make everything better.

A light scream came from her lips as she felt "something" graze past her legs. It felt slimy and she could feel it's scales. The woman was glad it was leaving but than she could sense the creature stop and turn a bit. The Templar had a sinking feeling that it was headed back her way. Sophia knew it was silly to be scared as she had been on countless missions before and she had been trained for this sort of thing. Still the young woman couldn't help but be scared and worried about her future. Really she was more worried for her daughter. The thought of leaving her daughter motherless..she didn't want to do that.

"Sophia Denko," she smiled lightly trying to keep her spirits up as she kicked around in the water. "After we get out of here I'm going to buy you a drink." She had been taught to never give up and to never surrender even when all hope looked lost. She still had hope that they would make it out of here. She was not going down without a fight. "Can you feel that," she looked to him as she spoke quietly.

[member="Salem Norongachi"]

 

[Malok]

However, time was of the essence. There were events unfolding on the surface of Cyax that required the Dark Lord's attention. As such, the conversation with the Emperor would have to be cut short. "I will be brief, Vulcanus. I have in my possession a vessel, wrought by my own hands. A clone of yours truly. Take this vessel and wield it as you see fit; a gift to encourage further talks. His name is Ishmael, and he will arrive soon....Until then, I bid you farewell. I'm sure we'll speak again in the future." With that said, the masked Sith reached for the terminal before him and ended the transmission before striding off into his personal quarters. There was now a wardrobe change in order...

 

[Seanna Vel]

All this time as the way she liked it was being well hidden in plain site. It was her way of helping up with things. With her own rife with the powerful scope on it. Looking down the barrel of the rife. This time it was something else since that time of force training had open up her up some what. It how hair in the back of her neck standing having a bad feeling about this out come. All in all fighting from bring herself out from hiding.

Slowing crawled out of her hiding place only to feel it in her muscles. Letting her own limbs go foreward take place. Not saying a work but to her ear bud, " This is black shadow, what your location. " [member="Sophia Denko"] [member="Xavier Vi'dreya"] [member="Salem Norongachi"]

 

[Darth Metus]

After a few moments within his personal quarters, the guise of a Sith was replaced with pounds upon pounds of beskar. Isley emerged with thunderous footsteps and hastened along to the Bridge of his vessel. At once, he was greeted by a transmission that sounded from the main terminal. 'Twas [member="Seanna Vel"], who was on the ground below. Striding over, the Mandalorian responded; his voice sounding directly into her comlink. "This is Isley, aboard the Blue Krait. We're in orbit and can precision strike if you need the cover. Over." With that said, Isley folded his arms and awaited a response.

 

[Phoebe Draclau]

Phoebe had always been on the darker side of the spectrum but that was something she was trying to keep under wraps. She had been trying to turn over a new leaf and be less Sith like but here her husband was having a conversation with the new Emperor of the Sith order. If it had been four hundred years ago Phoebe would have taken him out and be Empress herself. There was still a part of her which wished to be Empress and have [member="Darth Metus"] at her side along with their daughters. She would never do it without them because as she knew from the past that it was lonely at the top.

Instead of getting herself involved in his affair she had chosen to wait for him to finish and read inside. He would catch her up later as she knew the Sith were less likely to talk when she was around for whatever reason that was. Phoebe was just here waiting till they arrived to the planet.

 

[Malok]

Scampering about the halls of the Blue Krait was a young, wet-behind-the-ears Mandalorian by the name of Silas. He was far too young to begin his training, and as such enjoyed following his elder sibling around every so often. Today, he had all but stowed away aboard the Corvette and now ran to and fro with wonder in his eyes. Eventually, he made his way to the weapon's locker of the vessel and gasped. "Cool!" he exclaimed.

 

[Darth Metus]

"What meeting?" came the curt response of the Mandalorian. Only one in the entire Galaxy knew the depths of his secret: that he was the masked Sith known as a Voice of the Dark Lord...and that one person was not [member="Phoebe Verd"]. As such, Isley was exceptionally secretive; to the point where it often put a strain on things between them. His intentions were pure, as revealing even a shred of information would result in the endangerment of his family...but damn if it didn't get frustrating at times. "We should get down to the surface and see how we can help."

 

[Malok]

For a youngling, this was the beginning of trouble...but then again, Silas was not the average youngling. He had been raised around firearms, grenades, and other such ordnance since the day he came kicking and screaming into the world. While the weapons were of Confederate origin, and thereby different than what he was used to, he was still "used" to them. "I wonder if they have disrupters..." he muttered, attempting to clambor atop a crate of ammunition.

 

[Djonas Vile]

(Why the Fel do I see lil Romeo...?)


The Emerald Dawn sat in orbit, pulsating with bumping tunes as the speakers within vibrated with such intensity. Rapid strobe lights flickered on the command deck as body rubbed against body. Another one of Djonas' wild dominion parties. While everyone else had their fun planet side, Djonas was in space, in between two fine Togruta honeys. It's not like there was much of a challenge for Djonas down there. If they needed him, they would already be in some deep poodoo.

[member="Isley Verd"]

 

[Phoebe Draclau]

“Nothing, I must have been mistaken.” He obviously wasn’t going to tell her what was going on which was fine. She just wished that they didn’t have any secrets between them but she could wait till he decided he was ready to open up to her. “Yes, we should. I have a feeling that they need our help. I don’t think things are going according to plan.” Phoebe knew she just should have gone down with the group but she had business to attend to for her company.

[member="Isley Verd"]

 

[Darth Metus]

"Sir, the Emerald Dawn is just off the starboard bow." came the words of the radar officer. The Mandalorian briefly took his eyes off of his spouse and placed his attention upon the officer, who then pulled up an image of the vessel on the main screen. With a chuckle, Isley said: "Go ahead and open a transmission, let's see what Vile is up to." His orders were obeyed to the letter...and suddenly the bridge of his vessel were filled with one helluva bass line. "Now that's what I'm talking about...My zabaraka."

(Why the Fel not?)

[member="Djonas Vile"], [member="Phoebe Verd"]

 

[Katrina Garnier]

The earth shook underneath Katrina's feet as she continued to walk along the corridors and she could hear a loud roar come from somewhere within the crumbling facility. Kat needed to get out of here and fast before the whole building crumbled around her and she became trapped inside. She didn't really care about the monitor anymore just getting out of here alive. As the Master began to pick up pace she could only hear the growling sound getting louder and coming closer and closer to where she was. If it wasn't for the water she would be able to run faster than she currently was.

 

[Djonas Vile]

The booming music from within the mobile spacefaring home of Djonas Vile nearly drowned out the deep Mandalorian voice, but Djonas was able to decipher it. He slipped from in between his two Togruta dance partners and made it to communications and replied to Isley's transmission. "You know how I do, my zabaraka. Gotta keep it real in a galaxy full of fakes, ya know?" he replied. Djonas returned to his fine copper skinned honeys and grooved as they grind.

[member="Isley Verd"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Isley couldn't help but chuckle as the display unfolded before his eyes. If Djonas wasn't worried, then there probably wasn't much to worry about. Placing a hand upon the terminal, the Mandalorian stated: "I won't keep you away from your party any longer, enjoy!" With that said, he ended the transmission and shook his head, chuckling all the while. "Looks like we don't need to worry about going down at the moment. Hell, Djonas is throwing a party over there."

 

[Malok]

Having clambored atop the crate of ammunition, the tiny hands of the Mandalorian fumbled with the lock. 'Twas put specifically in place to prevent hands such as his own from pilfering the armaments. He tugged. He pulled. He yanked. He tried every trick he could think of; yet still, the lock would not budge. With a pout crossing his features, Silas admitted defeat and began to clambor back down the crate.