The Full Reach of Law (GA Dominion of Atrisia Hex)

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"Too late," he repeated, the words seemingly spoken to no one. He spoke to a specter, a dead woman risen from the grave to take our her revenge upon him. Her intentions were terribly clear, and with them came apathy. Whatever remnant of a feeling he might have felt for her disappeared almost instantly, replaced by a keen lack of feeling. For so very long, he had stressed over what he might have done for Silara; how things might have been different.

She was a footnote on the road to his ascension. If it weren't for his heartbreak over what had gone on between him, the key never would have turned. He would have likely died fighting openly for the Republic, or perished in a power struggle that would have inevitably plagued the One Sith. The woman had lacked vision, and partnering with her would have held him back. Perhaps he might have fantasized about taking her to his side here and now; brought her up as his other half. Now she was just another obstacle; another Sith Lord he would have to chalk up on his list of murders.

"Just too late."

With a sigh, he turned to [member="Veiere Arenais"]. His old friend spoke the truth, and his chastisement was not ignored. Cyril looked him in the eyes; what was normally slate and thunder was now bloodshot and orange. The powers of the ethereal thrummed around his form, like a barely contained beast that could smash down the bars of its cage at any moments. Despite his rather off-putting appearance, Cyril smiled.

"I'm so glad you made it through things alright," he spoke, obvious relief in his tone. "This is all...well, not good. This storm is all that is keeping this planet from annihilation. I know that is hard to believe, but I will explain when we have a moment. You just have to trust me here." He clamped a steady hand on Veiere's shoulder, his gaze heavy with emotion.

Cyril had resolved himself to death, and his old friend had come anyway. These should have been Veiere's people, but the Commenori Knight chose to stand by his side despite that. The bonds of friendship proved stronger than any religious dogma, and truthfully, Cyril found it moving.

He squeezed. "The democratically chosen king of Atrisia is dead. I've sent his son away with a contingent of the Atrisian Guard to keep him safe. The Jedi, from what I can tell, are heading toward the palace. The palace itself is a decoy to buy our people time -- to stop the storm, they will have to come for me. I...had intended to kill as many of them as I could before they put me down."

Cyril gestured with his multi-colored blade to the sky. "The Galactic Alliance came to conquer, but we have crippled them. Now, their greatest Jedi Masters have come to murder us. I can't let them subjugate Atrisia or my people. The entire sector is at war, Veiere." The weapon lowered. "I need you with me. Help me protect these people. Help me stop the Galactic Alliance, brother."

Vitium was coming. He could feel her on the edge of his mind like a dull headache that refused to come away. She was a woman scorned, and he knew only his death would satisfy her. The thought that he'd felt even a modicum of elation at feeling her presence made him feel like such a fool. Silara was no ally; no lover come to take him into her arms. She was a rival.

"A Sith Lord is coming to kill me. I have to deal with her before I can stop the Jedi," he paused, gesturing toward [member="Alecandria"]. "This is Alec, a friend. She too is a Jedi. You're not the only one that understands the injustice of all this."

Closer. Closer. Closer.

Cyril's eyes shifted toward the end of the courtyard. His hand fell from Veiere's side.

Despite all his prior thoughts, he could not stop the words from spilling forth.

"I loved you. I loved you so much that I thought I would leave the order for you, but when you asked, I stuck to my doctrine. I saw what you were. I could never save you, and you couldn't save me. When you created that orb of death, I reacted in defense of my own life. If I could turn back the clock, I might have said something else. Things might have been different." The words were spoken in a dull whisper carried upon the winds of war. Those near Cyril might catch some of them, but they were meant for the stars, and perhaps Vitium were she still caring to listen. "And I knew that you would come for me someday. I killed your lord, took his place. Help me slaughter the Jedi, and we can have what you asked of me on Kashyyyk."

He already knew the answer, but speaking the words was cathartic. When she refused him, there would be nothing to hold him back; no remnant of unjustifiable feelings. Only quiet, and the cold promise of death that followed.

[member="Mala Arar"], [member="Darth Vitium"], [member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Alecandria"]

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0KHS-AD14w​

Death knew no allies. Death knew no mercy. Death was the impartial demon that haunted all men, whispering endlessly a reminder of what awaited them beyond the black veil. Beyond eternal sleep.

It spoke of sorrow. It spoke of fear. It spoke of the end. Tonight it spoke of Atrisia.

Tonight it came for them all.

Tendrils of searing ash filled the streets, lashing out at [member="Draco Vereen"] and his troops as they piled into the city. Entire blocks vanished in seconds, the maw of the burning cloud swallowing buildings whole and turning speeders into withering piles of molten metal. Faceless warriors screamed as their armor morphed and their bodies boiled, some diving through windows and open doors to escape. Lighting struck out at the sky from deep within the ash storm. Basalisks vanished in flashes of violent light, their burning husks slamming into the earth in a cloud of fire and smoke.

The city burned bright under the brimestone rain, the cloud of ash engulfing it block by block. "You suffer because you are weak" The city echoed his words to [member="Darth Mephirium"], shaking stone and glass as only thunder could. [member="Draco Vereen"] , [member="Spencer Varanin"] , [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] , @Veire Arenais and all the others who faced death in Jar'kai today would hear this. All would feel the anger and wrath of the spirit shaking their bones just as death's whispers.

"You shall watch your empire burn around you and I will step on the ruins as a God stepping on ants.̱̣̖̼" The beast roared, the ash cloud sharply turning upward from the streets. The burning cinders ascended above the skyline, tendrils spinning in unison before merging high above the capital. A thick shadow eclipsed the city, firery claws tearing the sky asunder and burning eyes capturing the mortals below in their gaze. "Your Empire is dead lesser and when we have slain these Jedi, I shall end you."

The mountainous beast hung over the city, floating on a cloud of ignited sulfur that permeated the area in the putrid rot of burning earth. There were no screams. There was only the silence given by the cinders of those unlucky enough not make it to shelter. The crack of blasters as the fighting raged on.

Vulcanus cast his eyes to the Force Storm raging above. He could feel the power circling within it, the sparks of lightning shredding the sky with their power. The screams of torment from those pulled within and the hatred of the Sith Lords who'd given their souls to power the destructive force of the storm. He drew on it. He consumed it. He bathed in it. The hatred, the terror, the lust for blood that overflowed from within.

His ashy body sparked with fire as the power coursed through him. Atrisia writhed in pain as his tendrils dug deeper into it's core, Mt. Guiji shifting violently as another explosion of fire and magma lit the sky. The side of the mountain collapsed, rocks tumbling down alongside the molten stone that poured out from the crust of the planet. The force itself cried out in pain as the Graug who would become a God dug himself deeper into it's being.

Never before had he felt power like this. It felt nearly unlimted, as if the very essence of the planet itself was his. He may never again leave the planet but there would be no need to, he could live immortally from this wretched hive. Drawing forth on the power within himself, he focused his mind on the storm. The cries of pain and anguish came from the Sith Lords whose souls were trapped within and they called for the death of a Jedi...one Vulcanus had met before.

One he would take pleasure in killing. Turning his gaze to the outskirts of the city, his entire focus shifted to a small dot in the distance. His firery gaze locked on it and the darkside began to flow around [member="Spencer Varanin"] as the spirit of Vulcanus built his power.

"I see you, Jedi." Vulcanus growled, molten fangs bared as the cloud of searing cinder, and the body of the spirit, warped violently into a cyclone several dozen meters across. The vortex spiraled towards [member="Spencer Varanin"] in a display of power that Vulcanus could feel draining away his very presence. He felt the arm of his new form dissipate. He felt his grasp on the volcano lessen. He felt the cloud begin to disperse from his control.

This would possibly be his final push before his essence would receed into the planet to heal. And so he put everything he possibly could into the attack. He would not allow his godhood to be threatened today.

The vortex of cinders sparked with black lightning as the natural temeprature of the cloud rose. The air itself seemed to steam around it as two-thousand degree became three and then four.

Then eye of the vortex began to glow with a hellish orange; as if chaos itself had come to Vulcanus' beckon. He glowed hotter and brighter as the distance was closed. Miles crossed in seconds as the cloud moved with the speed of the initial eruption. "The end has come for you and your people!"

Fire and brimestone was hurled at Spencer at the utterence of this promise. The black sky turned red as the fire storm approached, eclipsing the clouds that had formed overhead in a thick murk of smoke and flames. The fires burned hotter than any natural flame and exploded into flurries of lashing fire upon impact. Even still the vortex closed the distance quicker. The body of Vulcanus himself seeking to encompass Spencer in miles of burning cinders that would blacken her bones.

Lightning lashed out alongside the fire as the ash storm enclosed around her, seeking to destroy her with a single strike.

She was the catalyst. This attack would be Vulcanus' last in this battle, but he would see her ended. It was what he demanded.

It was the will of the death that came for them all.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik Rahn tromped through the palace on a war path. His flame thrower spit gasoline and fire at anything that moved. His DL-44 found mark after mark. The Mandalorians had crashed near the throne room and now it was time for them to die. The voices roared in his head. They called for blood. This Mandalorian had frustrated Causstik long enough. It was time to end this, so his forces could focus on the Jedi terrorizing the city. He passed a large hole in the wall and figured this must be the Mandalorians entry point. Judging by the scene they took the wardroid with them. This could cause problems. Causstik hailed the captain at the palace gates.

"I need an AT-ST in the throne room now! Yes IN the throne room!" Causstik shouted he had become furious, frenzied, and had no time to deal with these trivialities. He continued his march and found six flesh eaters. He raised both fist and fried them all. Past the creatures was the throne room and in it was [member="Draco Vereen"] and his lackey.

"Mandalorian! Face me!" Causstik fired his DL-44's incendiary rounds at the man. After four shots he began to charge discarding the gun. He pressed a button on his palms and dagger like claws sprouted from the gauntlets. They now would become the target.

[member="Darth Malakai"], @Taryc Ap'Irae

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

LOCATION: PALACE HALLS​

ALLIES NEARBY: [member="Akuma"], [member="Causstik Rahn"], SITH​

ENEMIES NEARBY: [member="Raph Thule"], [member="Draco Vereen"], @Taryc Ap'lrae, MANDALORIANS, ALLIANCE, THE CEILING​

Dravis had underestimated his opponents by a slight margin.

The commandos were more adept than he had realized. After his initial surprise had faded, the troopers got into defensive positions, and fired at the Bith, some chucking grenades. It was all Dravis could do to harness the Force within himself to dodge, ducking into a doorway. Then Dravis heard the cracking of stone behind him.

Oh.

Dravis watched as a chunk of the ceiling above his head fell, destabilized by whatever had happened to the storm outside. The Sith ducked out of the way quickly, squinting through the dust that followed. The commandos were experiencing a similar problem, as falling rubble crushed down upon them, their reaction time a bit slower. Some were obliterated by the debris, but most were able to claw out of the rubble, or duck out of the way.

This was his chance.

The dark-cloaked individual rushed forward, shock whip trailing behind him. His first attack was against a trooper that had tripped in the chaos. He got a swift chop to the neck with the electrified cord, sending him to an early grave. Dravis raised his hand toward another, pulling the soldier's feet from under him. He was executed in a similar fashion. Dravis turned quickly again, lips pursed in concentration, seeing a grenade headed for his rather large head. Not wanting to be a smattering of paste against the wall, Dravis quickly used the Force to push the sphere to the side, the following explosion collapsing more rubble over all. The thrower of the grenade was rewarded for his troubles with a whip snared around his ankle. The shock that followed didn't quite kill, but it did serious damage, and enough time for Drav to run up and clock him upside the helmet. That soldier went down.

Dravis held his knuckles gingerly, regretting the choice of punching the trooper immediately after he did it. He heard the beeping of the comm on his wrist, and received the message of a certain Hand of Kruel. She must have been down the hall a ways, where the blast of Force energy was worst. That entire ceiling had caved in. The fact that she had survived at all was impressive. Dravis answered with a tired, yet proud voice. "I suppose you could consider me a survivor. For now. We should vacate. I saw a group of Mandos on my way in, and they looked unhappy." Without waiting for the young acolyte to respond, Dravis began a light jog away from Akuma, and the Mandalorians.

There was no way he was fighting so many troops, with so little training, and so little information about them. The palace was a lost cause to the Bith, and escape seemed to be the only option now.

 

[Adas James Malgus]

Allies: The Dominion
Enemies: The Alliance
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YQ2oja_OA4
The enemy had breached the gates of the palace, here were most of the army was concentrated and fighting was heaviest on both sides. Here they manged to push the horde back again and again. The Nubian Strike force Team had been now delivered the OS-46 which they used to position themselves against any armored opponent, due to the nature of their training they were able to be dispersed where needed and travel quickly and light. Adas saw his blast break through the sky knocking down the enemy to a great relief, he knew that he could easily strike an ally with the force blast but he was willing to take that risk. Realizing that the enemy was at the gates and past it and Wilo and the gungan demolition team had already prepared the explosives. Adas gave them a call. "Alright, Hit the explosives Wilo!" He looked and no explosion came. "Wilo do it now! Hit the trigger!" Static on the other side. Cursing Adas gave it up as a lost cause. He saw that his mother was preparing some sort of Sith ritual and giving him a boost of power from her essence herself, the loyal Jar'Kai proceeded to do as she commanded, bringing back the slabs of Korriban and placing them around him. Chants and Sith Runes around them both would soon begin. Adas let rip another force blast, this one striking one of the Jar'Kai and reducing him to dust. The eagerness of his strike throwing him off balance and killing one of his soldiers. "Damn!"

Thunder cracked the sky, and a light seemed to fight the storm. Yet Adas was not worried, the storm could not be halted yet, nothing could stop the power of this storm until Mephirium called it off. It was their shelter and safeguard from the galaxy above that sought to crush them. Adas aimed again at the sky to destroy the enemy ships as his anger grew stronger. The Axe behind him began to glow as another blast was let rip against the enemy, then another one that missed it's mark, then another one that landed hard. Adas began to feel the drain behind each blast only to be filled with vigor by the power of [member="Soeht"] or the power of the axe or his mother so he fired again. E-webs above him began to get set up and let rip, one Tartoros walker let off another volley that almost blew his ears away. He wasn't used to the sound of loud weapons yet, the sound of the battle and the MK rifles blasts were nothing but deafening.

Suddenly the earth Erupted as the Behemoth [member="Darth Vulcanus"] came to give the final push against the invaders, crushing whatever hope of victory they might have had with the wrath of the entire planet coming down upon them but this was just the begining. Fresh troops still held the line with Adas that just fired away at the enemy horde again and again. Suddenly there it was, a massive explosion detonated in the lip of the palace that went underground and sank inside the earth beneath their boots. The front line and back line of the invaders wold find that the ground beneath their feet would give way by thermal detonation beneath the support beams of the palace outskirts. This would attempt to kill many but most importantly cut off enemy supplies and allies and make the entrance of traditional armor to the palace difficult, leaving the defenders with the only cases of traditional armor such as walkers."Wessa Apologize Mah Lord, Triggers wessa late but wessa hit the enemy Hard". Indeed they did a good job, the demolition team was one of the few squads that had a reputation for total destruction, Adas could see the debris in the horizon.

"Push them back! Anihilate them all!" Adas Force Bellowed as the Mark of Soeht in his body lit up again and again through his reckless abandon. The well of power around him made him feel invincible and soon there would be yet another power to draw from... he knew the ritual his mother conjured, their minds linked together as she transferred her power, Adas laughed as he blasted the sky again with the amulet.

The Graug Artillery had halted but now it was again pounding hard against the enemy lines as well as the acute snipers in the Palace towers as now the Palace itself began to fight back. Every side that was fortified in the Palace began to shoot back at the attackers in defense of the City. Some civilians began to rush out of the shelters with armor and weapons that they had taken down there, passed down through family generations. They joined the ranks of Atrisias finest and began culling the horde.

"This world will be your grave, You will all pay for My Fathers Death!" The Amulet increased his already volatile rage even further, another forceblast was let rip, he would hold this line as the soldiers gathered around the Imperial Insignia.
​

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Location: Lialic Spaceport
Objective: Carry out her Master's orders
Allies: None currently
Enemies: None currently

As her creatures spread out through the spaceport, some even breaking through the glasteel out into the night of the city, she made her way to the spaceport's communications tower. It was a slow stroll through the carnage of what was left behind in the spaceport, considering her slythghouls had done their job quite well in the crowded waiting area. Now they would spread into the city, recognizable enough as rakghouls that anyone with even a base knowledge of the old Sithspawn monsters would know it was a Sith attack.

She didn't have a solid number for how many were now unleashed on a populace that had a fearful twelve hours or so before the sun would rise and her creations would be forced into hiding from the ultraviolet rays. Still, they would do quite a number and draw the right attention to the world. She wasn't sure what purpose what she was about to do served to her Master's plans, but she was not going to question them. Reaching the comm array, she pulled a small datachip from her belt to run a pre-recorded message. The only missing touch was the screams of agony of those dying and transforming, but those were easily added in as one of her probe droids returned from the nearby area.

"You know what to do, my little one," she said, handing it the datachip. The probe droid chirped an acknowledgement, splicing the message and the observed screams and screeches to the background. That done, it uploaded the message to the comm array, setting it to broadcast on an open signal for all to hear. Dominion, Alliance, and anyone else who was listening to the comm activity in the sector.

"We are in dire need of help! A Sith has unleashed some sort of monsters into the spaceport! They're taking people and turning them into more of them! Run! Hurry up! They're breaking into the room! We have to run now!!"

A screech of a slythghoul would sound, cutting off whatever words were said and then a shrill female scream would follow. Satisfied, Eldaah began making her way to a spot to observe both local authorities and their reactions and the response of those who heard the message. Her probe droid took one of her balls, filled to bursting with virus, and floated away to another part of the city. No sense in only having her pets in just one section after all.

[member="Rozalyne Kurganova"] [member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Arieth zh'Vranthi"] [member="Darth Mephirium"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Atrisia
Allies: [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Spencer Varanin"], [member="Adele Adonai"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Enemies: [member="Break"], [member="Rapax"], [member="Lord Ajihad"], spoopy volcano man

To say that the ride to the surface was bumpy would be an understatement—considering the space demon lashing out at them. Their craft had been sent hurdling towards the surface, ushered in by the storm as Nate did his best to control the landing. Concentrating on the Force energies wasn’t worth it, and instead Joza poured her focus into softening their landing. By the time they’d manage to shudder to a stop, the bubble of protection had constricted to encompass only the pair of organics aboard. Aside from a few bumps, bruises and pieces of metal embedded into their flesh, Joza and Nate were alright. The dropship hadn’t fared as well.

“’M alright.” Having landed face down in the debacle, the Zeltron grunted while propping herself up on both hands. “Told you it would be a sucky landing. At least there was a landing.” Wincing at the painful throb in her face, she removed her helmet and touched her nose, grimacing at the blood on her gloved hand as she drew it back. Typical. Her nose was always the first thing to take a hit, apparently. “Okay, so.” Hoisting herself up into a sitting position, she wriggled her feet to make sure that all of her limbs were still working. “That was a much better job than I could have managed. Well done, Princess.” Certainly, she wouldn’t have made it near the space monster. Joza was more likely to somehow crash the dropship into the frigate and that was that.

Fitting her helmet back onto her head and grumbling something about needing a prosthetic nose, the armored Zeltron clambered from the wreckage and extended her senses towards the battlefield. Now that they were on the surface, she could begin to differentiate the Force signatures present—light, dark, and…vaguely familiar? Squinting into the distance, it took her a few moments but…Jacen Voidstalker? It had been a long time since she’d seen the Jedi Master, not since her Alliance days. He’d lead her and another Padawan—Ayme Katash?—into her first battle. Sweat, blood, nerves and vomit. Some things she remembered clearly, some not so much. There was another, Adele Adonai, who had been present then as well. Joza didn’t know her personally, but there was something assuring about the Zabrak Master’s presence as she spoke to them.

The Zeltron inhaled deeply for nothing more than to regulate her own breathing while absorbing Adele's message. “HK, thank you for the flowers.” Her voice steadied as she spoke into the com, trying to assess the situation as quickly as possible. Voidstalker was joined by an unknown redhead in combating a Sith, and HK-36 seemed to be engaged with one of his own kind. The woman who’d cast the Light into the storm was visible only in the Force, and the very earth of Atrisia shook as some sort of magma entity approached her with foul intent. Whatever this was wouldn’t likely end well, and so Joza exhaled sharply, doing what she could to extend her support towards Spencer Varanin.

She’d slipped into another quasi-meditative state, unwilling to let herself fall completely away from the raging battlefield. Her senses were kept about her on a base level to serve as a layer of warning, and the power she’d attempt to feed to Spencer would be blunt and unrefined—not as precise and sophisticated as that of Adele. Such was the price for split focus, but she did what she could.

 

[Thraxis]

Enemies: [member="HK-36"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="Kana Truden"]
Allies: [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Break"] [member="Kami Meran"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Rapax"]​

Loadout: Cruciatus Blades, Executioner Armor, Stun Net, Vambrace, Pistolas​

A click, a body forming from a mass of blankets, the putrid odor of foul liquor quickly escaping the bowels of the lounge as tired eyes fluttered open, looking back and fourth before stretching into full view, the scars lacing its body in full sight as deep caverns stretched long across the bodies length. Slowly Thraxis squirmed his way out, the blankets peeling apart as he slowly fell to the ground, the blankets breaking his fall as he unraveled himself, his body stretching one last time before a quick shiver of the body tingled through his body before finally reaching up to the light, his body pulled up as he sluggishly pushed along towards his duffel bag slipping his hand through as he began to heave and ho a large blackened suit of Phirik and entangle his body throughout the frame of armor.

After a few minutes of perpetration, saddling his weapons to his belt he moved with a fervor, though his body still tired from the short lived rest, "Really shouldn't have gone to sleep... Just makes ya more tired when ya get outta bed." he moaned and grumbled passing through the ships hull before finally being released into the all too familiar smell of burnt flesh, his eyes wandered back and fourth his head cocked to the side as he looked to Desmond and Lark, "So uhh..." he moaned before pausing for a few seconds, his arms outstretching once again as a grim crack resounded from his back, "Oh boy still a bit stiff, what be happening my dudes?" he inquired his eyes wandering to the wonted destruction that had laced the city, a spark glistening in his eye as he let out a short lived sigh, taking in a deep and heavy breath as he snapped a link in the back of his helmet, opening up his Motion Detector, pausing for a second as he realized how many hostiles had littered the grounds.

He snapped to focus as he listened to Desmond over the Commlink, "Whatever ya need man." he said as his hands slithered up along his helmet, a hand coiling around his head as he quickly palm striked his own head, letting loose a loud crack as he felt a little bit more limber, "Gonna need to see a Chiropractor some day for these damn cracks." he muttered as he broke into a sprint, a few seconds of running before a fire ignited from the soles of his feet only to pause as he quickly descended back down, his figure still as a hand rose back to his head, a subtle scratch as he turned towards [member="Lark"], "You'll be fine on your own right?" he asked the pretty boy, sure he had a knife, but if they were dealing with Jedi, Sith or whatever it was Desmond hired him to deal with, a Knife sure as hell wasn't going to cut it and hadn't seen much else other then a blaster in the guy's possession.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

As Malakai moved with [member="Causstik Rahn"] he knew their target was nearby. It was not until Causstik unloaded on the Mandoa that Malakai's violet blade came to life once more. He held his blade out, the tip aimed at the direction of the Mandalorian in front of them. [member="Draco Vereen"] . He glanced to the Trandosian to his side before clearing his throat. "We end this, now."

One of the Captains to Malakai's Companies approached him, a team of men behind him. "Orders sir?" Malakai turned to the trooper and spoke with a tone of urgency. "Commander employ plan B." The Trooper hesitated for a moment before looking around the room they stood in for a moment. "Sir...everywhere?" Malakai nodded, and on command the Trooper's moved out, eager to fulfill their commander's orders.

 

[Kruel Zing]

Was this to be the end? Perhaps it was, perhaps it wasn’t. Sith fought the ideal of becoming one with the force, it gave up their individuality, it was against what they wished. They wanted to be gods yet not give themselves over to the force. They always wanted to be in control. Maybe there would be something on the other side? Some sort of redemption for Ambroscus… Unlikely, he’d traveled beyond shadows he knew that there would be great suffering for those that had served the dark even if redeemed. The final act of Kruel was to laugh in the face of his certain demise he accepted it welcoming it. His ethereal body was nearly destroyed due to the explosion of the force storm, what was left were mere remnants of Kruel, a small amount of sentience.

What remained was able to look on as a great light came from the planet of Atrisia it came for them. A light to pierce the very heavens themselves. Who knew the jedi held such power? Shame Kruel hadn’t kept to his teachings, perhaps he would’ve been one of those upon the planet battling the Sith. And in his final moments Kruel heard the voices of children… No, his master… No, it had been everyone Kruel had known in his long life. Kruel had already been in the process of dying long before joining in the force ritual it was time for him to move on. “My children.” The voice said crackling, weak, and powerless. A pain was felt in his being upon seeing them. “I’m coming…”

The light encompassed his being. There were no final shouts, no pleas of mercy. Just silence as Ambroscus the great devourer was destroyed his essence shattered and spread throughout the bowels of the Nether. Perhaps years or even centuries down the line Kruel would be able to piece himself back together but for now there was nothing.

[member="Spencer Varanin"]

 

[Ranga Desilijic Boga]

Post 6
Location: Thebeon
Allies: Dome & friends, [member="Causstik Rahn"]
Enemies: GA & Friends
Objective: Regroup with main fleet, get backup

Ranga peered over the wall of the fort they occupied, he knew he didn't have much longer until he was overrun. He had to make a quick decision. They could either stay there and suffer defeat/capture or he could take a few of his men with him and leave the rest to protect the area while he attempted to go get help. Either way he'd lose men, but he was too nervous; too quick to think for himself. He didn't want to die, to him Ranga has so much more to offer The Dominion. Ranga turned towards his men, anxiety setting in.

"Alright boys listen, I've got a tough decision. We don't have but about thirty or so of us here. You guys certainly should know that that isn't enough. I'm going to take some of you with me and attempt to go get help. Should anything come up, notify me or another commander you can get a hold of." He pointed to the two Weequays from earlier. "You two, with me. Everyone else stay here and guard this place. Maker be with you all."

Ranga turned away and led himself and the Weequays over to the Telgorn Dropship they came in with. They loaded up and set off towards space, hoping to receive a small bit of reinforcements. One of the Weequays flipped on the comm and spoke briefly.

"Dominion forces, this is Tuuka Omlo of SCUBA. We are coming into space looking for any reinforcements we can find. If you have any starships with spare troops please let us know. We've been tasked with guarding a city front and we can't survive with who we have now. If anyone has anyone, please let us know. Tuuka out!"

The ship sped off into space, desperation getting to Ranga.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Eldaah Aderyn"] [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"] [member="Arieth zh'Vranthi"]

The probe droid chirped an acknowledgement, splicing the message and the observed screams and screeches to the background. That done, it uploaded the message to the comm array, setting it to broadcast on an open signal for all to hear. Dominion, Alliance, and anyone else who was listening to the comm activity in the sector. "We are in dire need of help! A Sith has unleashed some sort of monsters into the spaceport! They're taking people and turning them into more of them! Run! Hurry up! They're breaking into the room! We have to run now!!"

LOCATION: Dahrtag System

Theed Hangar Forces:
RNS Jamillia
RNS Aphelion
Handmaiden-class flak escorts: RNS Breslao, RNS Stretton, RNS Hamadrya, RNS Chileun

Abregado-Rae Reinforcements:
Bulwark - 500m
Oathkeeper - 250m (medical/SAR ship)
Forgewarden - 300m
Adamant - 150m
Arisen - 150m

Total operational, including RNS Jamillia: 2,030m

"And this transmission came from where?"

"A comm node on Lialic, ma'am."

"Do we have any independent confirmation? Anything on official channels?"

"Not so far, ma'am."

Ajira eyed the map. Lialic was some distance away by the Jamillia's class eight backup hyperdrive, and too far for a hypercapable probe. Not too far, however, for a scoutship. The scout fighters had a class one-point-five; the bigger LL-1400's had a class one. Both models had advanced comms and sensors, suitable for investigating the situation and serving as a secure relay.

"Bounce the signal to the Alliance diplomatic mission on Khomm and Commodore [member="Zark"]. Send one of the fourteen-hundreds to Lialac with half a squadron of Sorunas. Show the flag, ask about the situation, express Naboo's willingness to help."

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Allies: [member="Darth Vulcanus"] [member="Rapax"] [member="Break"] [member="Seria Ventreme"]​

Enemies: [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="Adele Adonai"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Kana Truden"] @The billions of other Jedi flocking to join this fight​

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The second the assassin felt the cryokinesis wasn't reaping the desired effects he let go of the attack. He wasn't the type to expend unnecessary energy on pointless actions. Instead, he would turn his attention elsewhere.​

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As he began to defend himself from the counterattack Elpsis was about to perform, a series of visions flashed before his eyes in less than a second. A giant creature formed out of magma pulling itself from a volcano. The ungodly beast wreaking havoc through alliance troops, wiping them off the streets with uncanny ease. The molten lord descending upon the comparatively tiny form of Spencer Varanin, preparing to destroy her once and for all.​

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As the visions ended, the pyromancer was already applying a fresh wave of heat to him. He hastily utilized Tutaminis to once again absorb her attacks, but not before a feeling of intense heat arose in the depths of his torso. If that weren't enough, Voidstalker was charging at him and was preparing to chop his arm off. Wonderful.​

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Grimacing in pain, Ajihad knew what he had to do. He gave Elpsis the death stare as the Marshal closed in. To most, it probably looked like he was preparing for the final moments before death. In reality he was calming himself, preparing to execute something that would require very precise timing.​

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As Voidstalker's blade would slice onto his arm, it would be met with surprising resistance as it failed to cut through his Phrik armor. Still, under most circumstances that'd be enough blunt force to still break his forearm. Luckily he always wore a bodyglove designed by his good friend Damien Daemon under his armor. It absorbed almost the entirety of the kinetic blast, rendering the damage of the attack minimal.​

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Still, the attack would still succeed in breaking his channeling of Tutaminis. The redhead's attack would resume (unless Seria's attack was enough to break her concentration on the attack). He felt the burning sensation begin to rise up again within him once again, he would have to act quickly if he were to succeed. Luckily, he had been concentrating for a reason.​

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Just as the levels of pain just began to shoot up past uncomfortable, the Sith Lord would vanish in an explosion of black fog. When he scene cleared he was nowhere to be seen. He wasn't standing there invisible in some little parlor trick. No, he was gone.​

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The assassin sat crouched down on the top of a building behind the enemy position about a block away. He had used a trick taught to him by his former master, Darth Ferus, to quickly teleport his essence to a nearby location. He believed Ferus had called it Phantom Stride.​

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His presence in the force concealed expertly as always, the assassin quickly vanished from sight by force cloaking himself just seconds after appearing of the rooftop. He grimaced as he still felt the heat subsiding in his chest. He had done what was necessary in temporarily escaping the scene of the battle, but he had done so at a cost.​

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Closing his eyes, Ajihad reached out with the force. In order to ensure the storm survived, Spencer Varanin had to be eliminated from the equation. Vulcanus was in the process of attempting to strike her down, but she still had a decent shot at survival as long as her allies were still feeding her power. He could feel these links in the force, just as he had done all those years ago on Cularin. Just as he had done as a child on the Miraluka homeworld. This was truly one of his strengths. The links reminded him of little blood transfusion vessels running from one person to another. He reached out, taking a hold of these connections and tearing them asunder. While the volcanic beast made his move Ajihad would ensure Spencer received no aid from her allies.​

 

[Tayise Betna]

Location: Near the tomb of Sycorax, Dahrtag system.
Nearby: [member="Jasper Varanin"]
Objective: Fix ship, don't die.

She blinked her eyes once, twice at the light. Eyelids flickering a few more times, she wondered why she was blinking so fast. An attempt at stretching her shoulders told her two things. First, that something was on her shoulders that she couldn't move and second that the item she couldn't move was the deck of the ship.

Ta'yise rolled awkwardly to one side, thankful that her armor had rendered any injuries to bruises of body and pride, and slowly clambered to all fours. Groaning, she realized that she wasn't blinking too fast. The lights inside the cockpit were flickering randomly, telling her that something was knocked loose or shorted out, possibly both. Thankfully, a glance at the cockpit viewscreen showed the screen was intact and undamaged.

A gauntleted hand gripped the control console as she pulled herself up. She stumbled once as she got to her feet, noting the deck was at an odd angle. A panicked look around showed that the rest of the little Pathfinder was also at an odd angle, showing that it was resting either in a trench of its own creation or on a slope of some kind. She fervently hoped it was a slope as a trench would mean more damage.

Moving carefully, she made her way into the small hallway and poked her head into the main cabin. Everything seemed fine, though one of her father's arm's lockers had opened up when the ship impacted on the ground. The contents were still mostly inside the locker, though she saw that at least one ammunition crate had managed to slide across the deck and into the far corner. So far, so good. She didn't bother checking the other small cabin on the ship outside of ensuring the door worked. It was a cell to hold bounties. So long as the security worked, anything else damaged inside was a minor issue.

Attempting to remain surefooted despite the odd angle of the decking, she made her way further back into the ship. A quick jab or two at the controls told her that the sensor suite and comm equipment was fine and intact. A few more showed her that the ship's stealth system was offline, but otherwise in one piece, telling her that most likely the only damage was a power cable or connection somewhere causing the issue. She let out a small sigh of relief at the information, thankful that the damage was probably all fixable and unnoticeable in the end. Ta'yise knew her father wouldn't be happy she'd borrowed his old Pathfinder without asking. She was pretty sure he'd be livid if she'd broken any of the major and more delicate systems mounted inside the ship.

With that, she made her way back into the cockpit and took an awkward seat at the controls. She wasn't hugely knowledgeable on ship systems, but knew the basics and could generally operate the occasional ship provided she had some time to figure it out and a manual to follow. Which, unfortunately, was what caused the current situation she was in.

Apparently hyperspace jumps required a little more precision and a little less rounding in the end. Turns out she'd gotten lucky, very lucky, and only suffered an emergency reversion when she messed up the numbers. It turned out she did need to carry the nine and move a decimal point to the right. As it was, her short jump to show she could do it on her own turned into a longer one and a nap to pass what she thought would be an hour at best took a lot longer than she'd thought. Thankfully, she'd managed to pull the ship out of hyperspace at the last minute before hitting a star or something solid like a planet. Unfortunately, in doing so she'd done something to the engine and wound up stranded over a planet. Gravity being gravity and not quite understanding why the engine wasn't turning back on meant that she wound up in atmosphere faster than she'd thought. One thing leading to another, she'd managed to deadstick the old pathfinder down to the surface, showing she'd inherited at least some of her father's genetics, but unfortunately lacked the tinkering ability of either parent to fix the problem entirely.

That, and she'd forgotten to fasten her seat belt, something she firmly blamed on her inherited traits from her father.

Fortunately, the computer told her there were no hull breaches, excessive damage, or catastrophic failures throughout the ship. Unfortunately, it did show that the engine hadn't miraculously sparked back to life and that she was, indeed, in a self-made trench. Sighing, she stood up and awkwardly made her way back into the rear part of the ship. She popped open an arms locker within her father's cabin and snagged her rifle and beskad from the gear along with a pair of bandoleers of slughthrower ammunition. She took a moment to hand load a few bullets into the lever-action long-arm that her father had made for her a few years back and closed the action before moving to the external doors.

A quick tap on the door control and the airlock opened up. She knew the planet at least had a breathable atmosphere, unless the really expensive sensors were wrong from damage, and hit the other control. For the most part, the view was thick and shifting mists. A quick flick of her eyes brought up the thermal scope on her helmet, making it far easier to see a bit further. Keeping the weapon in her hands at the ready, she hopped out into the mists. With luck, nothing here would try to eat her. With even more luck, maybe there was someone who could fix her ship so she could get home before her parents started sending out half the clan searching for her.

With luck, maybe they'd be so happy to see her that they would forget the fact that she'd borrowed her father's really expensive and delicate starship and pancaked it into a strange planet on the other side of the galaxy.

Probably not, but it was a nice thing to hope for.

 

[Adele Adonai]

Location: Capital city, heading for palace
Enemies: [member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="Break"] | [member="Rapax"] | [member="Darth Praetorias"]| [member="Darth Vulcanus"]
Allies: [member="Adele Adonai"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Seras Rose"] | [member="Spencer Varanin"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Bethany Kismet"]
Allies: Still being protected and boosted with double battle meditation


A'dele herself was still meditating, blocking all from her mind while she focused outward. It took the entirety of her concentration, not just to keep herself shielded, but to project and protect those around her. There was a physical strain to it. She wasn't sure just how precarious her own position was, and that self-sacrifice might very well place her in a very dangerous situation. Off in the distance the roar of brimstone and fire would close in on them, but A'dele had trust in her companions to be able to work together to lessen the blast and work as one.

For the Iridonian, every second would drain her more, and it was getting harder to concentrate. There was someone out there. She could feel him, crawling through the fringes of her mind. Whispering temptations. Prodding at potential chinks in her armor. However, they would have the surprise to contend with. For not only was there a double boosting of calm and serenity from [member="Bethany Kismet"]'s own battle meditation, but A'dele also had her own instilled methods of being able to overcome.

The Iridonian had suffered a lifetime of temptation and managed to defeat it. With the Circlet of Mind upon her brow, she was protected, and in turn, so were the many lives she was touching. The Imbuement placed upon the circlet helps in protecting the mind from the influence of the Darkside. This assisted the healer in staying focussed when there were attempts to assault the mind. It also would aid in keeping A'dele from being influenced by the dark side of the force when feeling emotional duress. Then to top off, the Kasha crystals helped her clear her mind of distractions to create a perfect meditation environment.

Any darkside influences that might push back were instead redirected to A'dele herself. As if surrounded by the gale winds of a hurricane, Adele stood within the eye of the storm. The web protecting all those who would be with her only grew stronger. Thread, by nearly indestructible thread, she would cast along intangible hands as if sweeping away any distractions, keeping their minds clear and focused; their morale up, their strength in the Force a constant.

So while [member="Lord Ajihad"]'s mind attempted to ram their mental barrier, A'dele only reinforced it. Around her and those of her allies, mental walls as if crafted from Hijarna Stone had been set in place for some time already. They absorbed the attempted attacks, dampening any attempts at severing, taking the hits herself. She was the tower. She was the sanctuary from where they would all rest within.

A'dele had spent a decade doing her best to keep what was inside hidden and locked within the recesses of her mind. And as sweat dripped down the lavender tattooed alabaster cheeks, the Sith Lord would meet a stalwart bulwark with one single message:

No.​

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You have no power here. ​

 

[H3xle]

Palace (Apparently in the throne room, which seems to be at the top of the tower...)

Taryc drew her sword, but kept its flames inert for the moment as they walked from their entry point.

"Hold back from them. Their ysalamiri aren't the most dangerous things they have. One would not want to be beside one when they die."

She nodded and watched them for a moment as they moved ahead of them. Lazily, she drew circles in the air with her swords tip as they walked, until she heard a massive voice deep in her bones.

"You suffer because you are weak"

While part of her did quaver at the sheer power in that voice, another part of her smirked. If you've hung around one all-powerful demi-god on the verge of defeat, the next one just seems cliche. Taryc had been around for the fall of the Primeval, had been a handmaiden of sorts for the queen of the horde. It helped to inure her to great and awesome power.

"Alright, lets find a peon and pulp them." Draco said with a grin, pointing for the Jarl and warriors to go another way while he, Taryc, and their Basilisk would go the other. His communicator buzzed in his helmet and he glanced at it. Good, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. There were a few contacts on the HUD that he could sense in the Force. "That way?"

Taryc turned and was about to speak when she felt a familiar presence, followed by an unfamiliar one that held more malice. She turned her head and saw her companion do the same. Tromping Trandoshans simply can't sneak up on a Master level force user and his attentive initiate level compatriot. Their war droid shifted, placing itself between the two and the approaching tromps. "Oh look, the cowardly lizard has returned with a friend." Taryc moved to one side, away from Draco to make cluster targeting ineffective. As she did so, the Trandoshan and his companion entered with gusto.

"I need an AT-ST in the throne room now! Yes IN the throne room!" Causstik shouted he had become furious, frenzied, and had no time to deal with these trivialities. He continued his march and found six flesh eaters. He raised both fist and fried them all. Past the creatures was the throne room and in it was Draco Vereen and his lackey.

The war droid opened fire almost as soon as the Trandoshan started speaking, the sheer volume of the Trandoshan giving his location away as much as his tromping.

"Mandalorian! Face me!" Causstik fired his DL-44's incendiary rounds at the man. After four shots he began to charge discarding the gun. He pressed a button on his palms and dagger like claws sprouted from the gauntlets. They now would become the target.

"Couldn't handle me, but now you want him?" Cold humor dripped from her words as her sword ignited. The spacing she had put between herself and [member="draco vereen"] meant she was poorly placed to intercept the attack on her companion. She left the war droid and Draco to handle the Trandoshan as she turned to his companion. "So that makes you mine." She said to [member="Darth Malakai"] as he spoke to some soldiers. She brought her sword up to a balanced guard and began to approach the Sith acolyte.

[member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Location: Atrisia
Allies: [member="Adele Adonai"], Spencer Varanin, [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Gabriel Sionoma"], [member="Symara Tarriq"], [member="Kana Truden"]
Enemies: [member="Rapax"], [member="Break"], [member="Lord Ajihad"], Darth Vulcanus, [member="Seria Ventreme"]


Plenty of stuff happened. Somehow the Sith managed to apply tutaminis, receive visions and teleport away in a cloud of black fog. Elpsis could, as a matter of fact, still sense him but was a bit busy. For one, there was a fire based abomination and a woman charged her to engage in melee. Even with precog and empathy, Elpsis did not perceive her in time to ragdoll her away.


A few things worked in Elpsis' favour. For one, she was wearing fully sealed armour, including a helmet, which meant grabbing her red hair would not work. Her beskar armour had self-heating systems and she was a pyromancer, so instant flash freezing in one strike was unfortunately not really an option. Especially since a volcano demon was heating the entire place up. As the tornado kick came her way, Elpsis quickly ducked so that it did not crash into her head.


However, pain shot through her when her shoulder was struck instead, knocking her back. Perhaps something had been broken inside her. Ouch. As she was struck by the thunder kick, the redhead lashed out with her rage, channelling it into a telekinetic blast meant to hit the woman with perhaps excessive force and thrust her away. Ideally into the direction of all the fire and brimstone, but Elpsis was not being particularly precise about it. It would probably not knock the woman out of the fight, but it would've served its purpose if it gave the redhead a bit of time against the fire and ash abomination.


A volcanic cyclone ([member="Darth Vulcanus"]) was headed their way. It was like a massive vortex of fire and ash, and appeared to be focused on the woman seeking to break the Force Storm, who'd just shot an eruption of light into the sky ([member="Spencer Varanin"]). Yet it seemed to be alive, driven by an evil will that sought naught but destruction. How had this abomination come into being? This was something Elpsis could not explain. It was all very Galaxy of Fantasy to her.


All of Elpsis' focus was concentrated upon thwarting this onslaught, which obviously left her open to attacks if someone else managed to get the drop on her. It seemed to the redhead that his own form was slowly disintegrating, so she sought to drastically accelerate the process. Pyrokinesis did not just encompass summoning flames, but also manipulating existing ones and siphoning heat - and so that was what the redhead tried to do, for fire was her element. Pyromancy was to her what telekinesis was to Siobhan Kerrigan.


The attack she tried to launch was a draining one in nature, as she attempted to channel the heat and fire away from the abomination, siphoning it. Heat should be siphoned into the air and ground, fire dissipated or pushed away, before it could bring ruin, instead burning out harmlessly.


Thusly, it should be channelled away from them. If he could not keep his form together, he should be unable to encase anyone in fire and ash. All of Elpsis' willpower and energies were devoted towards this, her own body temperature was dangerously elevated, even for a pyromancer, as she seemed to glow hotter and hotter with white-hot fury. Beneath her helmet's T-shaped visor, exertion was written across her features, but she persisted, refusing to waver.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Palace, Upper Levels
[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] [member="Darth Malakai"] [member="Causstik Rahn"]

Draco was more than content to let his companion pick opponents, sitting in the upper levels of the palace, a solid several stories away from the Throne Room on the ground floor. Unlike his opponents, who seemed to like talking, Draco was the quiet type in combat. Dun Moch had its uses, and in a different life, Draco used it often. He had loved the use of the power against those that thought themselves powerful as he sat almost a mile away with a rifle waiting for them give him the opening he needed. Rarely did the warrior speak in battle other than to issue the odd order. While the Solus Nek moved out of the way, Draco rushed forward on the exhaust of a short burn from his jump pack. It wasn't a far distance but he liked closing the distance fast. No need for the Force as of yet, the Mandalorian warlord drew his short blade as he skidded to a stop before the Trandoshan.

Using his left arm, he sprayed a burst of liquid nitrogen in a wide arc aimed about knee level from one side of the room to the other as he brought the arm up in a defensive posture, holding the sword out behind him, away from the Trandoshan. His muscles surged and his body readied itself for combat. His opponent was a Trandoshan, which meant minor regenerative abilities, strong physical capabilities. However they were cold-blooded, and had the downside of infrared, which was counter-productive as Draco didn't have a heat signature in his armor. In fact, Draco didn't have any sensor signature in his armor at the moment. Sword in hand, Draco was ready for his opponent's counter-attack.

The Sith mentioned Plan B, which could only mean that a Force Storm, a Volcano Demon, Several naval attacks, surviving a series of earthquakes and a bombardment, were all part of their Plan A when they arrived to a meeting. Either they were the best prepared Sith ever, or they had a habit of making things up as they went along and this was just the second coherent thought they had managed to string together. Didn't matter much to Draco in the end. He didn't have the time nor patience to tell anyone else, but one of the not cannibalistic Solus Nek did as they made their way around the combatants.

Outside battles raged, people died, and the Force Storm was finally gone. The way out had stabilized itself, and been replaced by a Volcano demon launching an ash cloud at the Jedi that had drained the Force Storm. The Lotek'k continued to ravage both sides, and the Mandalorians and their Shaadlar troopships continued attacking amidst a storm of Basilisk War Droids and a horde of the Risen. The volcanic distortions and the Force Storm had taken their toll, but Mandalorians didn't exactly just quit and they weren't just soldiers. They were warriors.

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Jar'Kai, Courtyard.
Objective: Support Cyril Grayson.
Allies: [member="Darth Mephirium"], [member="Bethany Kismet"], [member="Alecandria"].
Foes: [member="Darth Vitium"], The Galactic Alliance.

[member="Darth Mephirium"] gripped him upon the shoulder as he had done some few times recently, Veiere's eyes meeting the gaze of his brother and knowing that as much as his old friend was being genuine with him, this was his way of trying to justify his actions through their past experiences together; some things that would not so easily be forgotten. "It is good to see you as well Brother though the darkness around you is difficult to ignore...", his head tilted to the right some as he glanced passed Cyril to acknowledge [member="Alecandria"], one of the two light-siders he had sensed within the courtyard though the confirmation that she were among the Jedi and still ready to fight by their side came with some small relief. "Alas, I have seen too much to ignore what has become this world...-Yet I too fear for your future days should we survive this, the Dark-Side flows through you as naturally as any of the Sith you once sought to dissuade..." his empathy flowed through the force, picking up on the emotions of his friend and confirming for himself, in silence, that he was in far too deep to turn back now.

And then there was his own stance over the present battle of moral alignments; "To meet the Jedi in battle, an Order once whole that I served beyond three decades..." He murmered more to himself in open and vocal thought, shaking his head and soon stepping out of reach from [member="Darth Mephirium"]'s grip just as he were to lower his hand and turn his own attention to the coming of a formidable and personal foe, the very same that he had mentioned only days before this horror. "You should not meet this one in battle, Cyril...-It will break you" Veiere spoke up firmly, his head lifting and throwing his friend a look of volition, "Let me take this one, least you solidify your fall from the light my Brother...". It was not an offer to take lightly, though Veiere knew not the presence of [member="Darth Vitium"], he understood their past and would readily place himself before the lure of Cyril's final descent into darkness. It was not his place, that much he felt true and yet wishing not to allow any further fall from grace, his loyalty to Cyril unlike any other, where the alignment in ones integrity was undermined by the strength of their friendship and passed battles, Darth Mephirium stood as one of the few that understood the attrocities of war and had risen above it all until now, alongside the Jedi Knight. To halt any further pain to his friend was as much his duty as it would be an honor, should he only allow it.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Outskirts of Jai'Kai probably going to be heading towards the Palace
Enemies: [member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="Break"] | [member="Rapax"] | [member="Darth Praetorias"]| [member="Darth Vulcanus"]

Allies: [member="Adele Adonai"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Seras Rose"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Bethany Kismet"]

Spencer felt nothing beyond the light burning against her skin. It grew stronger as more and more entities offered their power, even the death of the Sith Lords, they burned against her. Voices lingered dancing against her mind, but with the protection from both Beth and Adele, along with her own mental defenses, the blockade would prove impenetrable. Spencer knew that this burst of energy was only going to last for a short while, the amount that she had absorbed from the exploding storm, which had ceased to exist (I think), and now the expelling of the energy was uncontrolled. She was a master of the Tutaminis art and she knew better than to try and control the massive energy absorption. She was glad above all, that she was able to focus the energy enough to work like a force light. Though, despite her typical allegiance to the Light sided fighters, the woman engulfed in the light danced the delicate dance between the dark and the light. She cried out into the force all of the pain she felt from the cleansing fire of the light, as much as she wanted it to stop - she knew it was needed.

One voice scratched at the door of the barrier. She heard him and she recognized it quickly. There wasn’t much she could do now, except attempt to focus and move the beam that protected and burned her. The voice addressed threats and his darkness focused on her. Her actions provided a threat and it brought hurricane like winds that whipped her blonde hair from its mess of a bun. She felt Adele again in her mind and this allowed Spencer to use the last bit of the energy that coursed through her like a catalyst to be focused towards the brimstone and fire tornado attempting to direct it off course. The light disappeared after it fired off hoping to dissipate the attack. Spencer remained on her knees as she looked ahead.

Her skin burned and was a tender red as if she had laid out in the sun for far too long. Her once chrome armor was now blackened from the conduction of energy. She swayed for a moment and then fell backwards onto her bottom. She had enough strength to bring a barrier of the Force around her body tightly to protect her from any of the remaining flames and ash. Something pulled at her again, this time with in her connections to the force. Blinking, she was surprised knowing that her connections to the others, especially Ajira was being protected by her own mental defenses along with Adele and Beth. Two Sith Lords, powerful in their own right had attempted to sever her connection to Ashin. Years and years of strengthening the bond made it strong. Instead of shouting in anger or breaking out into a speech, Spencer laughed.

She spoke to the one that attempted to sever her bonds. “Coward. At least the others faced me with respect.” Spencer fueled with the power of the others stood on her feet. She still had fight in her, but it wasn’t much. After all of this she was going to need a healer. The gray master needed a moment to rest and gather her scattered thoughts. Remembering something, she reached into her breastplate and removed a small brownie. Peeling back the warm foil she grunted, it was hot. Taking a bite of the brownie though provided her with a good amount of energy. “Its warm.” She smiled happily and then turned back towards the tornado that continued to loom towards them. “Okay. Time to deal with that.” Spencer adjusted her breastplate and waited…

“Uh healer?” A smile was shot towards Kana.