The Darkest Hours - SSC, GA, GR Skirmish with Primeval over Dromund Kaas

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jwbj2gzzTpk​

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"Unholy inversion of hope twisting the faith of the meek into hate​

Driven insane by the dark one to bring forth the foul bidding he speaks​

The undead are among us, at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds​

They dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck​

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His spires are growing taller still, shadows spreading throughout the land​

Freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man"​

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He could feel the altercation within the Force, and watched with an amused smirk as Gabriel changed the trajectory of his missile to be flung back at him with equal ferocity. Thus he braced himself and lunged high into the air as the missile soared closer, but his timing was impeccable and he rose high above the stone torpedo as it sailed straight into the mountain side with a ferocious clatter and churning as it shattered on impact and sent dozens of fragments raining across the terrace. Vornskr's jump took up up in reach of a nearby pillar, his hands gripping the jagged precipice tightly before hauling himself up to perch a top the stone edifice like a brooding gargoyle. "Clever, Gabriel. Very clever, very cunning... But all of this is for naught." His tone became slippery, arrogant, smug; "The moment you walked upon the ruined surface of this world you and your friends lost, Gabriel. When last we fought it was on equal footing, but now you are in my domain and the Dark Side is strongest here than anywhere else!"

He raised his hands to the sky as thunder boomed and lightning shrieked across the cloudy sky, the rain pelting him relentless and chilling his skin. "Can you feel them, Gabriel? When the Mandalorians attacked this world there was a thriving civilization of millions in the city of Kaas, and in an instant they were all killed when the Mandalorians decided to reduce the Sith capital into a icy waste. Their souls still linger, Gabriel, and they call to you to join them." His hands fell back to his sides, his lightsaber now held in an extremely lax defensive stance with the blade angled downward. However; the Force was constantly in motion as the fingers on his left hand twitched ever so subtly, the broken shards of the pillar shuddering as he exerted his will upon them. He gave Gabriel a rather somber look, his eyes softer than they had been in a very, very long time.

"Just let them in..." And then the shards burst forth like miniature missiles aimed to pelt Gabriel like a hailstorm of hate.

[member="The Revenant"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Location: Kaas City

SSC: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Nightmare"] | [member="Ryn'Dhal"] | [member="Syala Daivik"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Kentarch"]
Equipment: Vanguard-class Armour, Lightsaber.

"Commander, take some men and place detonators at the base of that tower, I want to give whoever it is inside something else to think about. As soon as you are ready, bring that tower to the ground". The Antarian Ranger Commander nodded his understanding and soon the charges are in place. "Everyone get to cover!", they would all need to clear the area a good two blocks away from the ground zero. As they began to run for it, more in coming fire rained around them hit the ground sending up small sprays of dirt and concrete, debris for broken windows and walls showered them as they ran.

"Thurion, we need to draw out whoever is in that tower", at this moment, there is a large explosion and rumbling at the tower began to collapse in on itself and plummet to the ground. "Well, if they survive that". she smiled. "Have you got any ideas?".

A familiar sensation rippled through the force, the presence of someone known to her is close by. But his aura is prickling with fear and anger, a strong sense of 'the kill' within his mind and confusion. She knew it to be Padawan Ryn and she recognised his alteration, but why the mental anguish? Just one more thing to worry about.

 

[Tubal Sahon]

Powerful enemies HERETICS indeed. Perhaps indeed they did stand a chance. No matter. The plan would be enacted soon. The crusade only needed enough time for the Black Prophet to recover from his wounds. Just rest. Then the pesky Jedi would die from their own insanity. The bridge was tattered into pieces by fire. The rubble was returned swifly. Strong heretics indeed. No matter, the Tower could feel the anger building up behind the enemy's line. They feared giving in. They worshiped restraint. That would be their undoing. They were weak here. The darkness would soon snuff out what lanterns they had brought to this place Tubal felt. The tower called upon the power of Balagoth, the holy rage. He would bring them death. He would give Balagoth the heretics' flesh to fest upon.


The tower reached out. His eyes shut so that he may focus, his rage, the most powerful of weapons. This ground was blessed, blessed by the gods to be used as a tool for their servants. Here they were stronger. Here the enemy would be weak, for none could not resist the will of Balagoth. The slab of metal and concrete that was once a support began to slow. Slower now, to a crawl even. It broke windows, bent a few support beams, but it had stopped now. The former Bloodletter slowly pushed it away. His focus, his all willed the projectile forward. the Tower motioned his hands, as if he was grabbing the ends to make the object rotate, and it obeyed ever so willingly, for even the earth itself prostrated before the will of his god! Like the blades of a fan they were spinning! His anger and rage spiked as he threw the rubble back towards the general direction of the assailant. For those who stood in the way of his god would surely die!


The Tower knew now that he would be found easily. He could sense them. There were lights moving in the darkness now. He could sense them, a few of them were coming. He could not stay here for long.


[member="Syala Daivik"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Nightmare"] | [member="Audren Sykes"]

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"] | [member="Auzga Xalor"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"] | [member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="Darth Pikiran"]

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RwrAo1afVzc​

(nsfw lyric)​

The slide that followed the run, the pillar cascading against the mountaintop. Gabriel let out a show of teeth, a beast approaching feral, at the realization that the prey had sprung the trap. Stepping back from the explosion, he watched the Sith Lord mount another pillar and stand above like the looming darkness of the world itself. Never had a monster properly epitomized such a persona, clawing fingers cut into stone with the leer and taunts escaping the cracked and gruesome visage. Gabriel took the moment to center himself, knowing full well that this fight was far from over. In truth, he was sure this would be waged for all eternity, light and dark, pieces in the great war. That's what they were, locked in the tight grip of a hand they thought they could see, a master behind the great galactic curtain.

"Friends..." Gabriel retorted. "You don't know the meaning of the word!" He spit through clenched teeth as he gave recognition to the truths spoken by the man. This was his world, the hill would always lead up, but that didn't make walking it any easier. To fall, to take the path of least resistance, that was the will of the darkside. If it was easy, there would be no Sith, their path one of ease and catharsis, masked behind false notions of godhood and its pursuits. He was right about the souls released from this place, the wails and moans, looking for vindication, sought the ease of a mans release as penitence. Their cries and whispers, the longing eyes, they fell upon Gabriel. And they looked up, with their whispers from the ground, their demands from the stars, and Gabriel shook his head. For Chevu, for Ava, for Destin and Armaud, for the Galactic Alliance, for Sylvia, for Tormund and Samson. He had his own promises to make and they couldn't be owned with acquiescing to the desires of these thousands. His mind drifted to those still of the living.

"No...I will not fall for them." He said with a snarl, dropping to his left hand and a spin to his left, swinging at the empty air with legs out. Had Vornskr been there, it would have been enough to trip the man, sending him to the ground. With the mastery of telekinesis and unarmed combat, Gabriel projected that attack upwards towards the mans legs upon the pillar. His hope, to fling him from that top and crashing down back to the planet. With a spin and push off the ground he vaulted from a hand stand and landed with cross arms, debris smacking and deflecting against the armor. Sharp jagged edges lashed out at his unguarded cheeks, tracing thin red bleeding lines, uneven whiskers that would slowly weep tears of their own. The gel beneath the armor withstood the brunt of the attack, unwilling to crack just yet.

[member="Darth Vornskr"]​

 

[Darth Vazela]

| [member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Ashin Varanin"] |

The word filled Vilox Pazela with a sense of anticipation. He could literally taste it. The thought of revenge, the ever consuming rite of passage, that he had undertaken the moment Almania had died. Pacing forward, almost as if to challenge Voracitos, the Dark Lord screamed,

"ASHIN VARANIN!"​

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Lowering his voice, he continued. "We will have our revenge, Voracitos."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Vilox Pazela"] [member="Darth Voracitos"]

There had been a time when Ashin Varanin could have sensed a Force call like that. Such days were long past. For the last many years, Ashin had been a specialist, accepting the choice that Luke Skywalker had referred to as throwing stones or reading ripples -- not hearing a whisper when you were shouting all the time -- the choice between power and insight. In many respects, omnipotence and omniscience turned out to be mutually exclusive.

Somewhere, having felt nothing, Ashin continued doing unspeakable things to a bologna sandwich and/or a Sith temple and/or her wife.

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Spoiler: Primeval Militant Convoy Movement

• 1x Primeval-Class [Tactical] Star Destroyer (2200m)(Speed 2)
  Balagoth 2200/2200 (2 Fighter, 1 Bomber, 6 Gunships, 2 Transports) (02.03) -> (02.05)

[*]2x Time Rift-Class Superior E.W. Assault Destroyer (1000)(Speed 2)

• Alpha 1000/1000 (2 Fighter, 1 Bomber) (01.04) -> (01.06)
• Omega 1000/1000 (2 Fighter, 1 Bomber) (02.02) -> (02.04)

[*]7x Gulandi-Class Escort Frigate (200m)(Speed 6)

• Priest 200/200 (1 Interceptor, 1 Bomber) (02.04) -> (02.06)
• Bane 200/200 (1 Interceptor, 1 Bomber) (01.05) -> (01.07)
• Exodus 200/200 (1 Interceptor, 1 Bomber) (02.05) -> (02.07
• Purgatory 200/200 (1 Interceptor, 1 Bomber) (03.04) -> (03.06)
• Scribe 200/200 (1 Fighter, 1 Bomber) (03.03) -> (03.05)
• Vision 200/200 (1 Fighter, 1 Bomber) (03.02) -> (03.04)
• Innocence 200/200 (1 Fighter, 1 Bomber) (08.03) -> (14.05)

Spoiler: Primeval Militant Convoy Actions

• 1x Primeval-Class [Tactical] Star Destroyer (2200m)(Speed 2)
  Balagoth 2200/2200 (2 Fighter, 1 Bomber, 6 Gunships, 2 Transports) (02.05)
  1. Action: Target Valkri at distance 10.6, with all weapons it is capable of bringing to bear against it, for a maximum* predicted damage output of 467.4 to its shields.
  2. Action: Launches 2 Fighter Squadron, 1 Bomber Squadron, and 6 Gunships (Ambiguous Vessels) to attack Adventure, for a maximum predicted damage output of 19 + 6x Gunship damage** to its hull

[*]2x Time Rift-Class Superior E.W. Assault Destroyer (1000)(Speed 2)

• Alpha 1000/1000 (2 Fighter, 1 Bomber) (01.06)
  1. Action: Targets Valkri at distance 10.6, with Electronic Warfare attack to prevent long range targeting and 50% of Warhead strength for starships launched within two hexes of Alpha.
  2. Action: Targets Adventure at distance 11.3 with all weapons it is capable of bringing to bear against it, for a maximum* predicted damage output of 38.8 to its shields.
  3. Action: Launches 2 Fighter Squadrons, and 1 Bomber Squadron to attack Adventure, for a maximum predicted damage output of 19 to its hull
• Omega 1000/1000 (2 Fighter, 1 Bomber) (02.04)
  1. Action: Targets Valkri at distance 12.2, with Electronic Warfare attack to prevent long range targeting and 50% of Warhead strength for starships launched within two hexes of Alpha.
  2. Action: Targets Adventure at distance 12.2 with all weapons it is capable of bringing to bear against it, for a maximum* predicted damage output of 35.2 to its shields.
  3. Action: Launches 2 Fighter Squadrons, and 1 Bomber Squadron to attack Adventure, for a maximum predicted damage output of 19 to its hull

[*]7x Gulandi-Class Escort Frigate (200m)(Speed 6)

• Priest 200/200 (1 Interceptor, 1 Bomber) (02.06)
  1. Action: Launches 1 Interceptor Squadron and 1 Bomber Squadron to attack Adventure, for a maximum predicted damage output of 17 to its hull
• Bane 200/200 (1 Interceptor, 1 Bomber) (01.07)
  1. Action: Launches 1 Interceptor Squadron and 1 Bomber Squadron to attack Adventure, for a maximum predicted damage output of 17 to its hull
• Exodus 200/200 (1 Interceptor, 1 Bomber) (02.07)
  1. Action: Launches 1 Interceptor Squadron and 1 Bomber Squadron to attack Adventure, for a maximum predicted damage output of 17 to its hull
• Purgatory 200/200 (1 Interceptor, 1 Bomber) (03.06)
  1. Action: Launches 1 Interceptor Squadron and 1 Bomber Squadron to attack Adventure, for a maximum predicted damage output of 17 to its hull
• Scribe 200/200 (1 Fighter, 1 Bomber) (03.05)
  1. Action: Launches 1 Fighter Squadron and 1 Bomber Squadron to attack Adventure, for a maximum predicted damage output of 17 to its hull
• Vision 200/200 (1 Fighter, 1 Bomber) (03.04)
  1. Action: Launches 1 Fighter Squadron and 1 Bomber Squadron to attack Adventure, for a maximum predicted damage output of 17 to its hull
• Innocence 200/200 (1 Fighter, 1 Bomber) (14.05)
  1. Action: Nothing

*Unsure how system handles weapon direction, take damage at own discretion of ship orientation.
**Could not locate information on Gunships and damage output.

The attack was as brutish as it was theoretically sensical... bare all guns and available resources to take out the largest targets and then move on to the smaller less threatening targets. The Primeval moved in and fired all of its available weaponry on the Valkri, being careful to fire the Helix missiles first, so as to avoid friendly fire from its almost omni-directional nuclear lasers. Its guns, whatever ones that could be brought against its target at this distance, incessantly blasted at the Coalition craft with extreme prejudice. Meanwhile, Alpha and Omega engaged their Electronic Warfare protocols against the Valkri, protecting as many ships as each could in the fleet (meaning all but the Innocence), and fired whatever available Heavy Dual Turbolaser Cannons each could on the smaller Adventure. The concentrated fire power from the three ships would prove to generate a most impressive first exchange of fire power... though mostly from the Balagoth, as to be expected from one of the prized ships of the Theocracy.

Then the next phase of attack initiated. The Gulandi Escorts were not known for their assault capabilities, and thus while together they could muster some paltry form of attack, the wall of ships opted instead merely to launch the contents of their hangars along with the Primeval and Time Rifts to attack for them. It was hoped that these hundreds of attack craft would be able to break through whatever defensive measures the enemy fleet posited against them by sheer number, and unleash a reasonable output of damage.

Obviously, the fleet gathered by the Primeval for the engagement was not the most impressive by a long shot... certainly one with the least offensive capabilities in recent memory... but what it lacked in sheer firepower, it was hoped it held true to a strong defensive nature.

[member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWKLN6boesU​

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"Do you?" a rather insulting grin cut across Vornskr's face, but it quickly wiped away as Gabriel knocked the Sith Lord off of his perch with a swift telekinetic leg sweep. He fell backwards and hit the stone terrace floor with enough impact to make a sizable crater around his body, shards of broken stone poking into his back where the plates of armor he wore did not properly connect. With one hand to steady himself he rose from his ruin, standing tall yet frail as another bolt of lightning lit the sky and his shadow again covered the courtyard. "I'll slice off your tongue for that, Gabriel" threatened the Sith Lord, all humor now lost to the wind, "And then I'll crucify everyone you fight for." He suddenly reeled his arm in and back, and with a grunt he flung his lightsaber directly at him. The blade remained unlit until it reached the halfway point between the Sith Lord and Gabriel, and then the crimson blade sprung to life as it flipped end over end.

But it was a feint! A quick distraction commonly utilized by the Sith Lord so that he could unleash his true attack, and quickly enough a foul chant spilled passed his lips to stain the air with malice, his fingers working to draw an intricate pattern in the humid air. And from that ancient symbol billowed forth tendrils of rancid smog that soaked the moisture from the air, ate up whatever vegetation managed to live beneath the cracked tiles of the terrace, and left behind a black stain in it's wake. They sought to entangle Gabriel in their vampiric embrace and siphon his life energy to feed their conjurer, but such dark wizardy required all of Darth Vornskr's concentration as he worked tirelessly to keep the ritual stable.

Perhaps impractical in battle more often than not, but then again most last ditch efforts were.

[member="The Revenant"]

 

[Audren Sykes]

Location: Kaas City
Equipment: Lightsaber | Vibroknife | VT Vanguard Armor | Blaster Carbine | QQ-83n

Spoiler

Allies: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Natoline Kerrigan"] | [member="Syala Daivik"] | [member=Nightmare] | [member=Jericho] | [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] | [member="The Revenant"] | [member="Syala Daivik"]
Enemies: [member="Vilox Pazela"] | [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] | [member="Darth Pikiran"] | [member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"] | [member="Tubal Sahon"]

Seemingly in response to Audren's words, the beast snarled. It was a feline threat display: the last time he'd seen anything similar had been the nexu on Cholganna. It wasn't an active item he needed to worry about yet though, despite the fact that the beast's eyes were locked on him. He didn't discount it, that would have been plain foolish, but it was relegated to lower on the list. Coci had ordered some Rangers to bring down a specific tower, about two blocks away from the group. Even now though, Sith soldiers were converging on the location and pouring blaster fire at them. Larger bits of rubble provided excellent street cover, and the Padawan joined the Rangers in returning blaster fire.

Without warning, there was a surge of Dark Side power from a nearby tower. He ducked behind cover and looked up at the tower, only to see a piece of rubble spinning like a fan blade and heading for the group of Jedi. A Force Shield - even if he could figure out how to create one - would drain quite a bit of power, so that was unfeasible. That meant telekinesis, active reaction rather than passive. If only Siobhan were here, rumor had it she was one of the most prodigious telekinesis users in today's galaxy. The Sephi was patently not, so grabbing hold of the rubble and moving it was unlikely; the fact it was spinning made that even more unlikely. But he could attack it.

All of the thoughts went through his head in nearly the blink of an eye. In another blink, his hand started to raise and he sunk into the Force. Tendrils of power reached out towards the spinning rubble, speeding at it really. At the tip they sharpened to a needlepoint, but the mass of Force cables quickly thickened the further they went. The Jedi felt resistance certainly: this piece had been designed to stand for decades without coming apart, and now it had some Force power behind it too. The darkness tried to sap the light, and he almost faltered. Physics seemed to be something the Sith had forgotten though...

Darkness didn't eliminate the Light, Darkness existed where there was no Light. And there was Light here.

The resistance abruptly gave way, and the tendrils of light-side power branched their way through the single piece of rubble. The single piece that had countless pathways of weakness inherent. In response, the single piece became dozens, hundreds, and none but the smallest came close to hitting the Sanctum forces. Chunks great and small, hurled by the very spin the Sith had imparted, flew into Sith soldiers and nearby buildings, while a cloud of dust* settled widely over the area. It made breathing that slightly more difficult, though not impossible, and impaired vision significantly. Blaster bolts took on an eerie cast as the torrent of energy continued.

Audren didn't simply jaunt away from the rubble as someone like Thurion might have. He didn't have physical injuries, but the concentration his response had required resulted in an intense headache, slight dizziness, and blood dripping from one nostril. The effort was also intense for the learner, much greater than anything he'd done in the past, and it left him with extra weight in his limbs. Had Sarianna not mentioned the gravity rooms on his first day, and had he not experimented slightly with them, there was no doubt he'd have lost consciousness as a result. Now he just needed a few minutes to recover before trying anything remotely similar; he could focus well enough to shoot his blaster at targets of opportunity while those few minutes passed.

*OOC: Think of the effect as something similar to this.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z0PvZGVPiJU​

Did he? The question wouldn't have leveled most for their cause but it hit Gabriel harder than the Sith Lord might have expected. Chevu, he didn't understand where that friendship lied. Ava, that friendship confused him as well, and frustrated for the love he might bare a sibling. Jacen was the brother he had never had. Sarge was an accomplice, fellow desk builder. Friend was the world that existed between comrade and loved one and he wasn't sure he could think of anyone that he thought of in such way. Perhaps it stemmed from a black and white interpretation, they were either family or they weren't.

He closed his eyes and pictured them all, everyone he had considered, crucified upon crosses in an open field. And in the middle, the two whom he truly fought for, slain by this man. And at arms length, Gabriel stood, tongueless and without power to change the consequences of his actions. He thought about the future that all of them could have had if he simply had never met Vornskr, gone about this path without provocation for the Sith Lord. The more he considered it, the more he broke his reluctance towards the destruction of life. There was no life in this man, not anymore, and what would be snuffed out by the power of the lightside would do the universe all the good that would be needed. Needed to justify the swiftness of the action.

Lightsaber came up in defense of the projectile thrown, deflecting the ignited object away from him, Gabriel fell to one knee beneath the spoken words of the Sith Lord. Gripping his palm in a tight fist, he knew all too well what words were whispered, it wasn't the first time he had felt the power of the darkside coupled with a seething need to consume. But the difference lied in what desperate men would do to survive, the thud of thunder following so quickly to the strike of lightning that it might as well be right on top of them. Baring his teeth, he called to the environment, this place that demanded sacrifice so long ago. That with all odds set against him, he might assuage a desire to see destruction in all forms. Not simply a thing of biased appeal, the world did desire to see death and mayhem and the strafe of the darkside and the components that would supply it, no matter the medium. And with that desire came its response.

Lightning no longer arched across the sky in branches but instead, sent tendrils across the platform in explosions that obliterated stone. Lifting his hand up to the sky, not fully ensnared, a lightning bolt found him suitable conduit. And as [member="Darth Vornskr"] would forcibly pull life from the planet, Gabriel would take what was offered from the sky, supplanting the destructive force of the bolt as it was funneled into the Tutaminis tunnel within his palm. And with no clap of thunder to follow, Gabriel stepped forward, eyes indicative of the energy held within as blood trickled from the socket, and flung the entirety of the stored lightning bolt at the Sith Lord. He had more closely approached the mastery of Tutaminis that Reverance showed, body growing through mending of broken bones. And he wished to share that with Kaine now, the man that would threaten the life of his children and family.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4BoDlQr-EPE​

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It struck him squarely in the chest, scorching the armor as the energy bled through to his flesh and burnt it a charred black. Electricity flooded his system, overloading his nerves and causing his ritual to utterly collapse as he lost control of his motor skills as lightning danced across his synapses. Such a blast would've thoroughly slain any mortal man, but Vornskr had proven time and time again that he was not like any man. Despite all the odds he clung to life so desperately despite his wanton disregard for it in others, his primal urge to survive rising up through the violence that plagued his mind. For a moment his body was lost to convulsions that practically bent him in two with their intensity, and then slowly, robotically, his arms rose to shield his face and chest from the onslaught. The lightning cupped in his palms as the power of the Dark Side again flowed through him so freely, and now the fury of nature was stemmed by the ferocity of the darkness.

And he answered in return to Gabriel's attack, lighting spewing forth from his fingertips to batter against the bolts let loose upon him. They rebounded against one another and further wrought ruin upon the ancient stone terrace, their struggle a dazzling display of power that could be seen for miles around in the frigid wastes of Dromund Kaas' tundra. Long ago had Vornskr's eyes been seared from his face, but through blackened sockets he stared directly at Gabriel with a hate that transcended everything else. His skin began to flake off from the lightning's fury to expose the bloodied bone beneath, which quickly became as black as coal as lightning struck it repeatedly. In the end it was futile for Vornskr to mount any sort of realistic counter, the power unleashed by the very heavens themselves and the dark majesty that coursed through his cruel existence both ate him up voraciously.

But he had suspected that this dance would end this way for a long time, and he had long overcome his crippling fear of death. For the shedding of the mortal coil was not finite for there were pathways open to those whose knowledge and skill in the Dark Side of the Force was ascendant. The Dark Lord of the One Sith knew such foul magicks, and in the eternal realm of Chaos Vornskr had gleamed similar knowledge and had achieved immortality through profane rituals, sacrifices, and the shedding of one's soul. And yes in that instant where his body finally gave away to dust and his soul shrieked with a monstrous wail he could feel a part of his self dying; the weakest aspect of himself crumbling away as he once again returned to the ethereal.

His humanity.

And with a final hoarse gurgle the body of Darth Vornskr crumbled to ash, and all that remained was the victorious Gabriel and the laughter of thirsting gods.

[member="The Revenant"]

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

Location: Kaas City
Objective: Internal battle, or the Kill
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They are not prey.

It doesn't matter, kill.

But I am not hungry, I kill to eat, or to defend myself.

It doesn't matter! Kill!

I.... I am not threatened....

Yes, you are! Kill!

The great beasts body trembled, so much rage coursing through it, as it glared between [member="Audren Sykes"] and [member="Coci Heavenshield"]. Tail thrashing violently, the beast would give a shake of it's head, as if trying to dislodge something from it's ear. The urge to lunge, to tear, to shred them all, to feel the warmth of their lifeblood in its maw. These sensations were not befitting of a hunter. But, the beast didn't want to hunt. It wanted to murder. But even still, that still small voice deep in the subconscious mind of the beast attempted reason.

How.... are they.... threats?

They left you. THEY LEFT YOU!!!

They didn't know....

THEY DID! THEY KNEW AND DID NOTHING!!!

No... they-

KILL!

But-

KILL!

They're-

KILL!


The beast won, as a mighty roar ripped from the core of the beast. Rage, and anguish, were readily tangible even to those without the ability to sense such emotions through the Force. As soon as the roar ceased, the beast bolted forth, it's speed unexpected. The Force coursed through the beasts body, it's already remarkable agility and reflexes pushed further than was naturally possible. The gap was closed rapidly between itself and the group of Jedi. A swipe of it's paw at a distance would reveal that this beast did indeed have some access to powers of the Force, though exceedingly unwieldy in it's emotional instability and abnormal physical properties. The motion was to send a Push in the direction of Audren, intending on potentially separating him from the rest of his group. Classic predator tactic. Pick out one to be 'weaker' than the rest, and single it out.

Regardless of outcome of the push, the beast still charged. Rage overcame it. Rage was it.

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Nightmare"] | [member="Syala Daivik"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"]

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O0YxeTjFn70​

His saber dropped to the ground, extinguished, as idle hand drifted to his wrist. Bracing it against the outward expression of power, the death throes of a man that resisted his fate for far too long. The lightning pouring out from his hand was bolstered with his own energy, the power of the heavens fanned by his own effort. The energy surged outward in pursuit of the Sith Lord, a lightning rod that had demanded such attention, he belched out his own defense in the form of mirror energy. A stalemate in power but for a moment, Gabriel felt the lick of his nemesis's power in the form of arcs and static, dancing across the armored fingers. Power spilled from the cup and splashed against the stone, erupting in loud explosions that released wind and damage outward from the mountain.

The withering of the great tree, struck by the discord of the heavens and planet beneath them, Vornskr felt the passing of time expedited against flesh and bone. Armor peeling away, body hollowing out from the iron thrown into the fire one too many times, flesh gave way to muscle, revealing beneath the char of bone. Gabriel grimaced at the display of lights, destruction amassing in a sweltering display of power as he continually pushed forward, overcoming the rebuttal. There was power here but it came not from the man, but deep within. In the place safely guarded for the love he bared his children. As Kaine turned from man to nothing more than the stone they fought upon.

No more words from the menace upon the mountain, no more taunts and jabs, just the sizzle and ash and bone not pulverized by the pressure. Gabriel fell to a knee, feeling that same ache crawl up his body, the spasm of muscles that seemed so familiar from the force lightning used against him on Taloraan. His reflexes jumped absent reason, firing off for the residual energy coursing through body, metal pipe heated for its transport of energy. A conduit super heated from the transport of energy, turning red hot. But with a stand and stagger, he shook off the abrupt feeling that he might pass out, and wiped the tears of blood from his cheek. Inspecting it across the shine of armor, he approached the pile of ashes and removed his robes.

Using the force, he lifted the pile of bone and ash and Sith Lightsaber and wrapped it in his robe, tying it off and securing it in his hand. Force pulling his own saber to his other hand, he clipped it to his belt and took a running head start towards the ledge of the mountain. With a fling of his force presence, he jumped from the peak and plummeted downward, being caught by the autopilot led Star Viper. Soon enough, he'd crawl in and call his men, seeing if he was needed. But he was likely spent for the time being, erring on the side of caution to keep from having to withstand another verbal thrashing from [member="Avalore Eden"], delivered while he laid upon medical bed. With eyes fixed back upon Sullust, he'd deliver these remains to the Grand Marshall and Jedi Marshalls. Maybe they could find the humanity and life left in these ashes and bones, or maybe it would serve as simple gesture.

[member="Darth Vornskr"]​

 

[Audren Sykes]

Location: Kaas City
Equipment: Lightsaber | Vibroknife | VT Vanguard Armor | Blaster Carbine | QQ-83n
[member=Ryn'Dhal]

The roar was unexpected - Audren hadn't forgotten it, but had pushed the creature away as little consequence. Big mistake. With the bellow there was a sudden outpour of rage and something else he couldn't quite catch through the Force, as well as a sense of movement. All of the sudden, the Sephi was flying through the air away from the group. He didn't fly far, hitting one of the pieces of rubble scattered around, but he was clearly separated from the group.

The armor that the Padawan was wearing saved him from heavy injury. The underlying layer of it was a gel designed to protect against kinetic impacts. The Force Push didn't have any impact, but the lower-left side of his back hitting rubble most certainly did. Rather than cracked or broken ribs or even ruptured internal organs, he'd simply have a heck of a bruise. The gel in that general area, however, was now inert. Another hit there would do full damage.

That the armor was now damaged was background noise, something his subconscious mind processed without it coming to the forefront of the thought process. Instead, the Sephi groaned and rolled to his feet. His head still hurt too much to focus on the Force, and the first thing he saw once the stars cleared out of his eyes was a rushing felinoid. An angry, rushing felinoid. He could handle that. A shoulder roll took him to one side, out of the way of the charge, and as he recovered to his feet the blaster carbine in his hands spat a three-bolt burst of plasma at the creature's torso. He didn't know the creature, and they were on Dromund Kaas - it was likely a Sithspawn of some sort. Given its size, the bolts probably wouldn't kill it even if they hit, but he kept shooting. Wounding a feline just made it mad: if he was going to stop it with minimal fuss, he needed to put it down.



OOC: Since it's been a week or so since the last post, I'm continuing. Not intending to cut anyone off.

 

[The Upright Man]

Location: Kaas City
Equipment: Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, Amphistaff
[member="Audren Sykes"]

"We are the lords of despair, masters of terror.
Dread and agony are our meat and wine,
and they are plentiful indeed!"​

Through the dust cloud of war came the High King. With each thunderous step terror swept before him. He was merely one in a large contingent of his own. Tormented creatures who worshiped death and suffering. They were those who gave life to the Primeval, and so, he would take it back. The uprising had been long, and with the Host Lord's death, the political instability of the Primeval, and the armies of the Galaxy uniting to attack Dromund Kaas, the High King attacked. He would have his throne.

The horde of Sephi swarmed forward, charging with sickening twisted blades and deadly bio-weapons. Like a wave, they washed over the local forces. A voice cried, "Gulandi! Call reinfo-" he was cut off, a bloodcurdling shriek lifted into the sky. Within moments the Gulandi Sephi were leaping onto their foes, coated in thick films of their enemies blood. He would show the Primeval the power of Gulamendis.

They cleared a swathe through their enemies, leaving behind the remnants of a massacre. They did not kill their enemies, but kept them dangling onto life. They toyed with them, torturing them and tormenting their agony. For every dead soldier, there was a Gulandi beside him. Some cackled as they nursed wounds that would have killed any lesser man. They knew they would die, but they relished in the pain. The suffering. Their God was calling to them, and they would prove worthy warriors, servants to the one true law of the galaxy. Death was waiting for all.

The High King broke into a jog, charging through the crowd of Gulandi warriors, bowling them out of his way. The gigantic six-foot-seven Sephi was a sight to behold, gripping his amphistaff with refined skill. He drove through them as he targeted one of the lesser. He knew it for what it was, a Sephi, and not one of the Gulandi. He would make him suffer. As he had, as all Gulandi had. He would suffer. His target had his back to him, and the High King lowered his shoulder, attempting to hit him between his shoulder-blades. He would hit him like a speeding train hitting a hard wall.

 

[Tubal Sahon]

Observing the battle from a skyline rooftop to which he had retreated shortly after his poorly-thought attack, the Tower was finally able to make out shapes in the dust of his own offensive. A skirmish? When was an attack ordered?! These Sith were haughty and impulsive to think that they could attack without proper communication! There wouldn't be anything left for himself to slaughter! The Tower lifted himsef from prostration- praise be to Balagoth- and began to head towards were the battle had first begun, atop the very building he had thrown the weapon which seemed to have engaged the fight. No matter how cumbersomely he would run on his own, the force could give anyone the lightest of feet. His stride long and far between. Strong jumps weaved him through the rooftops of this city until they descended into the rubble made by he and the Jedi. Soldiers belonging to mostly the foolish Sith Lords lied slain on the ground. They were not worthy to live under the eyes of Balagoth. Neither were these Jedi HERETICS!


Blaster fire raged through the dust. The Tower pressed on, stray blaster bolts being simply absorbed by his armor, leaving black scorch marks were they had landed. Nothing could stop the Tower of Balagoth from entering the fray. It was only when the faint outline of the skirmish before him made itself clear in the dust that his pace began to quicken. He bounded into the republic troops, rangers and Jedi alike, or at least the ones who had made the mistake of keeping their focus on the shrinking numbers of Sith soldiers instead of the growing threat of the Returning King.


A republic soldier was the first to die at Tubal's hand. His neck broken as he was thrown into one of his own squadmates. Make that two glorious sacrifices! Of course, the ones dying in vain were on those stranded on the other side of the bridge. The true skirmish had begun over the chasm. With great focus on his anger, the Tower summoned a wave to push several more of the straggling soldiers back into the chasm, no matter their allegiance. A few more still remained, his legs broken, his palms sweaty, knees weak, arms heavy. Into his communicator he voiced:


"One of the Sith is breaking through! Repeat, a Sith Lord is breaking through! I can't hold him off!"


The Tower took a dagger, forged from the hate of Balagoth himself, and plunged it into his throat. Perhaps now he would garner the attention of one of these heretic generals and commanders. The ones who called themselves Jedi. The cowards who refused to make battle face to face, like true warriors!



[member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="The Revenant"] | [member="Ryn'Dhal"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Nightmare"]
[member="Zambrano the Hutt"] | [member="Ozuvyn Sar-Sargoth"] | [member="Jericho"] | [member="Lord Ajihad"] | @Friedrich Stahlman | [member="Darth Kentarch"]
[member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Vilox Pazela"]

 

[Darth Voracitos]

A baritone noise so low it might make one's ears bleed in the nearly inaudible but vast volume of a rumble permeated the ghastly boil on the face of Dromund Kaas, as the abhorrent name of his predecessor was so rudely pronounced. Like an exhausted parent rolling over in bed at the alarm-clock precision of his wailing infant at an undesirably early time, so too did Voracitos grumble to the name of Ashin Varanin in response to his sleepily procured, yet simple question.

Though Voracitos hated to dream, he hated worst to be disturbed with business in his slumbering. It was death's only use to avoid the shackling responsibility of business... such responsibility was to be delegate to others and never brought to his attention. It was the only definitive law in nature.

Doubly, it was naive to believe that the Lord of Gluttony rested in this place merely by choice, as on any other era the Sith Lord might have gathered the energy to see to it that the former Empress finally and truly died this day... but the fact of that matter was, this revolting mass of obsidian/magenta colored flesh-metal was at its most base, a prison...

It was an asylum for a man disillusioned by the galaxy, believing that its duty was solely to serve him his dietary intake of melodrama. It would take more than a stirring in the Lord's slumbering to shatter the stone that surrounded him so deeply as to impregnate his very corpulent flesh. Sheer emotion was not enough to get a rise out of the Shadow Emperor, as it was sheer emotion that had derived this stasis for himself... whether intentionally constructed by himself or not.

[member="Darth Vornskr"] had meant to burying him in the ground, and not in such a way as to be easily dug out. A prison such as this could take years... decades... perhaps centuries to digest and break down. The unimaginable flatulence that would escape this villainous evil in a can would be so earth shattering one would wonder if the Lord following it might be the only thing living once it was finished.

So this is how low the Shadow Emperor would go... Lord of Post-Apocalyptic Flatulence.

[member="Vilox Pazela"], [member="Ashin Varanin"]