Invasion The Other Side of Peace | GA Invasion of TSE's Ziost/Tiss'sharl

[Thorald Magnusson]

Location: Orbital Center
Equipment: Here
Allies: Darth Vulcanus
Enemies: Allyson Locke | Ripley Kühn

Ranulf made his way down the Orbital Center. He went to his wristpad and activated the device that now covered him. He now blended into the walls, not being invisible, but to the naked dawn he would almost become part of the surface.

He let out a deep breath, he was an operative yes, but his missions had always been at a much smaller scale, with more personal fighting, whether it was espionage or fighting he could do, but what he was a part of was unlike nothing he had ever been a part of before. Ranulf shook this thought from his mind he must focus on the task at hand. He made his way down to the command center.

Before he walked in he smelt it before he saw it, the smell of molten corpses filled his senses, even with a helmet out clearing the air it reeked. Turning his head away for a moment he composed himself as he made his way inside. The wraith of Darth Vulcanus more than easily recognizable as Ranulf made his way into the command center, his first reaction was a horrible sense of dread that this could be him and then composure as he just moved to the center console stepping over the remains.

The pinging of lights from allied and friendly ground and space forces littered the surrounding consoles. Seeing the different sects of commands begin to move their forces against one another, one side having an edge due to them being the attackers whilst the Sith had to take reactionary measures which left them vulnerable. His eyes darted across each of the screens as he did his best to relay intel across the field to the differing commanders through voice comms, letting them decide their actions, just providing them with reliable information in the command centre.

 

[Cruanless Orcash]

Objective: Establish Naval superiority over Ziost, Destroy the Basilisk, Serve Justice for Mon Cala, and protect the Peacemaker
Location: MC-75 Star Cruiser, "The Reverence"
Allies: GA | NIO Teica Giraan Inaros Kaal
Enemies: TSE | EE | CIS Commodore Curtis Rheardon Mith'arn'oura

[Captain Cruanless Orcash reporting in]


Theme: Time to fight Evil / GA Anthem

​

The Captain prepared to unload his final salvos into the Basilisk, until suddenly...

"Sir, enemy ship emerging from hyperspace"

"Huh, what, where?"

He turned his command seat to find the view of an Imperial-II class Star Destroyer that had just exited hyperspace.

"Damn!" "Get me sens...."

BOOM BOOOM!!

"Incoming fire Captain".

"Incoming, IT ALREADY HIT US"

"Sir what do we do, we can't let the Basilisk escape"

"I know Pappus, ok here is what we do"

"Remember that tracking device SIA gave us".

"You bet"

"Ok get one the backup pilots to depart and attach it to the Basilisk".

"Aye sir, I'm on it, Chief, get me Cpl. Peracus, yes, get me him now!", said the Lieutenant as he turned to order one of the petty officers to find him a backup pilot.

"Lt Jagrall prepare ship for hard engine thrust and 50 degree maneuver".

"Your going to pull forward along that Star Destroyer's side"

"Yes, but below it as well, we'll come up next to its bottom right". "It can't turn fast enough, though it could tear us to pieces if we're not quick enough".

"We will be sir, don't worry"

"That's the spirit Lieutenant". He clicked onto the ships intercom button placed on his personal console, "This is the Captain, all crew prepare for full engine thrusts, over, strap in folks!".

"Jagrall on my order"

BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!

The Star Destroyer fired more into the Reverence, completely destroying the Nebulon Frigate beside it. Now there was nothing in between them and the enemy capital ship.

"Sir, now?"

"No wait, they must get closer". Closer so that the SD could not turn itself enough to fire upon them when they turned

"Wait...."

Now, there was his chance, the foolish Sith commander had gone too fast in trying to attack him, he got em.

"NOW!" "ENGINES FULL, 50 DEGREE TURN".

"Ugghhh", Jagrall grunted as he turned the ship on the turn axis and boosted the engines to full, sent whoever was not strapped down on the ship, flying to walls and floors.

With the pull of the steering the Reverence began to speed and curve away from the Star Destroyer's turbolasers, moving too fast for the enemy to move itself to reengage, after it all, they had an old model Star Destroyer and his MC-75 was much better equipped with faster coolant ducts and more turbo engine conduits to make her faster and more maneuverable, as well as keeping a deadly armament of weapons.

​

The Captain now sat in his seat crooked as Jagrall steered the speeding cruiser as fast as it could to position along Mith'arn'oura 's Star Destroyer, along her bottom right side, where there was not as much laser cannons as on the top deck of the ship.

With his ship nearing its position, he transmitted to Giraan, "Captain, get your crew out of there, evacuate to the Reverence if you can, or just at least get out of the way of that Star Destroyer".

The Reverence now fully came along the SD's bottom left side. The Enemy commander tried to use the tactics they had used at Korriban, but they apparently didn't know who Orcash was, pity. He wasn't at Korriban, even though he wished to be. So the baits didn't pull him in and as his ship came along side the enemy, he ordered all batteries and turbolasers to fire.

"FIRE ALL!!!"

"Aye sir, fire all!"

Every single deflector gun and turbolasers shot out laser blasts into the enemy Star Destroyer, even though with its shields up it wouldn't do much. The point wasn't to destroy it. No, the point was to bait the enemy commander into chasing him, leading her right to the bigger carriers and cruisers of the Alliance Fleet, there he hoped to trap her or at least force her to turn back.

As his ship ran along side the enemy and fired its lasers into its shields, and the ship was still moving very fast as to not lose any momentum, Orcash couldn't help spot the Basilisk, now free of being attacked by the Reverence, moved to jump out of the system.

However, he now received a good report, "Sir, good news, the pilot did it!".

"Tracker is attached to the Basilisk, and they have no idea".

"Good job Pappus, now get us ready to turn hard left as soon as we fully move past this Star Destroyer".

"Aye sir, prepare ship to make hard left Jagrall".

"On it".

The Captain now sent out a message to any remaining intact Alliance forces, knowing he couldn't defeat the Star Destroyer on his own, "Put this on Alliance channels only Pappus".

"Aye sir".

"Attention, any Galactic Alliance battlecruisers or carriers still in Ziost orbit, this is Captain Cruanless Orcash, we have an enemy Star Destroyer in sector 8, I repeat, enemy Star Destroyer in sector 8, could use some assistance". "I already outmaneuvered the enemy and lowered their shields a tad, but she'll soon be on my tail once I make a hard left along her bottom right". "Repeat, Immediate assistance is required in sector 8".

He pressed off the transmission and quickly sat back in his command seat.

"Do you think anyone will come"

"Lets hope they don't forget about us Pappus, best we can do"

Suddenly a voice popped on the comm.

"Oye Orcash, need some help"

"Lt Commander, good to see you Barrow"

"You too Reverence, we'll drive off enemy fighters while you make you turn, ova"

"Copy that Barrow Leader, over"

"Hopefully more will follow sir".

"We can only hope Jagrall, prepare to make hard left turn!"

"Yes sir!".

 

[Romi Jade]

Location: Ruins of Hâsk
Allies: GA
Enemies: Enyo Typhos

Her leg began to tingle but there was still a void there.

She dug her finger into the grooves of the stone and pulled herself up, catching the terminatrix pointing what looked like another pistol?

She could only assume.

How many sidearms did she have -- not that she could talk

Rather than taking half a second to ignite her lightsaber, Romi launched both arms, squeezed in the crushing motion and released the Force energy she had been using to keep herself standing; the small streams that were flowing deep in her frame slowly trying to replenish to the cadence of her working body. Her body erupted into pain and muscle tremors, but the foundation began crackling deeply. Then the slabs of stone used to keep the door way intact, from the walls, and from the ceiling caved in forcefully between them.

Arghhh

Her nose bled a bit as she felt the strain on her body but after a while she couldn't feel it as some of her nerves went way back.

She had all means to stagger back, but the impact of the debris and the kinetic force sent a wave of dank air spewing in all directions overcoming the gas from earlier. She fell back, catching herself on her forearm pad and propping her taxed body up with the other -- hand planted into the ruined tiling.

Her eye-lashes melded into one another to the softest whispers of air that rode the surface of her lips.

"You're a fighter. You've always been a fighter." Kneeling to her subconscious inner voice, she absorbed the self-encouragement on even the darkest of days; this was one of them. She needed it...

And she was -- she didn't have any other choice but to be.

 

[Mith'arn'oura]

Admiral Tharn did not take the bait instead she had her fleet of Sith ship prepared should she be outnumbered preparing to fire on the Alliance Troops on the planet surface "Lieutenant open a transmission to the enemy capital ship." The Lieutenant did as she ordered and the transmission was established "Captain Cruanless Orcash, you must know I won't take your bait. If you do not stop the attack immediately. I will be forced to open fire on your soldiers down on the planet surface" She then orders to cut the transmission and she waits for a response from the Captain of the enemy Capital Ship "Ma'am there are innocent civilians down there. We can't just do this to our own people." One of the ensigns said in defiance "You misunderstand Ensign. We must wipe out any who sympathize with our enemies and ensure fear throughout the Galaxy. Open Fire on where the Alliance Troops landed. When I give the order."

 

[Loske Treicolt]

KNIGHT OF THE NEW JEDI ORDER
ZIOST | REDEEMER | ABOVE NEW ADASTA
ARMOUR | LIGHTSABER
SO BAD

​

Siphoned into a world not her own, the Redeemer's spartan interior fell away into a spiral of gloom.

Psychometery was a kickstart for mind reading –– but Loske normally kept pulling images from things. Not people. Objects weren't sentient; they had no emotions, no opinions, no motivations. Reading the memories of items usually forced her proxy vision to look upward at someone or outward to a second party mid-conversation. It was outstandingly objective. But here there was subjectivity baked into Loske's relativity. It was an entirely new perspective for her to adopt.

Here, it was like Eldaah had snatched up Loske's reaching hands and was dragging her through the forest of her mindscape. The narrative was tight, guided, and oddly refined. A contrast to Loske's expectations. She'd anticipated the delve to be sporadic, randomized and messy. The acolyte had been under scrutiny for weeks and weeks now; her mind had to be more fallible than this. Yet, as Loske was ushered through the cinematic reflections, things were strangely chronological. All the while, scene after scene, the Jedi tried to narrow her focus and hone in on the more useful exposures: Anything with private, intimate exchanges with the Sith's Triumvirate member.

"You understand what I am asking of you?"
"As always, Master."

The fealty in the exchange was chilling. But there the Sith Master was. This was an initial indicator that she was looking for—the gateway to The Lady of Secrets.

In a smooth transition, the mindscape melted away to reveal the active silhouette of Eldaah. As lifelike as she'd been on the table in the corporeal realm.

"A few teasers for how I came to be of the Sith,"

"Do you know why you can't control what memories you see?"
"It's because my mind wasn't broken and you're an amateur when it comes to mentalism... but someone else isn't."

Eldaah was correct. Loske was an amateur. Used to reading inanimate objects and memories only when others voluntarily gave her entry.

Small and horrified, Loske's realization took the shape of a whisper in the interrogation room — "Oh no."

For the briefest instant, Eldaah admitted she was not in control. Loske didn't have time to perceive the remorseful truth behind the words before the crystal clear image of the Sith Knight began to darken and distort.

"Eldaah isn't the only one in her mind, Loske Matson, or Treicolt as you currently are, at last we meet. Allyson always spoke so highly of you."

The face that manifested belonged to The Lady of Secrets. The woman responsible for bringing the former Alliance to its knees. Through the undulations, she captivated Loske's attention in her theatre of mind control.

"Unfortunately, the same can not be said for your husband. I was watching both of you during Felucia, and the man is no Jedi. Too ruled by his emotions, too quick to anger, too focused on the military objective and never the cost to those around him and close to him. He wouldn't make a good Sith either to be fair."

"No.." Loske's spectral form took an involuntary step backward –– her material self flinched, giving way to violent tremors that captured the nerves in her hands. She tried to pull away and break the physical connection to no avail.

Pain splintered through her throat at the accusations of her beloved. Justification after justification flooded her memory bank, but she offered up no response. She was too busy searching through the edges of Eldaah's mind to find a way out. Panic took over, and in desperation, she unthinkingly channelled her focus into a retreat.

"He's on Ziost now, leading the charge on New Adasta,"
"His feelings in the Force are bleeding through for those that to know to look for his signature, his rage, his jealousy, his possessiveness. He fears Djorn might steal you away I suspect, and for good reason, Djorn has been a good little agent for me."

"Djorn..he--agent---no." More small, tight words slipped through her lips and floated into the room shared with the New Imperial agent.

An Agent for The Sith Empire? Still? He couldn't be. He'd fooled Loske before, but she thought they'd established a more faithful relationship since the inaugural exposure of deceit.

"More than that, it gives me insight and a new vision. Credit goes to Irveric,"
"Terrific man, the Galaxy needs more soldiers like him."

"Reconstruction, though there are pockets of Sith insurgencies to be expected. No war is ever finished,"

She tried to hunt down memories relative to him that proved the idea of his deep cover false and was surprised to find them so readily. Which could only mean –– oh no –– despite her taking the initial dive into Eldaah's consciousness, the Sith Acolyte and her mistress had created a bridge into Loske's mind.

They had to get out. She had preciousness to protect.

Before beginning the sordid deed asked of her, Loske took a moment to trace the outlines of her own psyche. In case of a counterattack from the Sith, Eldaah would have met meaningless memories. Ones Loske drudged up from the filing cabinets of her mind, the ones attributed to either of her donors. Nothing significant, certainly not as meaningful as her connection to Maynard. That was sealed up somewhere in a compartment far, far behind the inaugural memory palace –– though in its weakened state, it felt tepid and brittle. It had been some time since she'd conducted this technique, something Wyatt Morga had helped her understand years ago. As it was, the lack of recent implementation made Maynard's chamber less fortified than she would have preferred. It was more akin to a woven basket than an iron vault.

​

A weakness that Taeli exposed with her sudden attack.

No, no, no, no, no!

Rapidfire, it scoured through the interconnected lattices and networks of her mind. It hunted, sought, and it quickly found. That golden tether that linked her to the General below. It was thinner than usual, almost indistinguishable from other friends she was tied to, but Taeli recognized it. Loske could see it twang and snag, helplessly watching it echinulate while the misconstrued, poisoned mental images were transferred. She could feel them, shimmering like little blades along that tendril of trust. In response it spiked and valleyed while Loske continued to try and pry the Sith from her mind.

"Eldaah did warn you that you would change forever if you came into her mind... what she didn't warn you about was that it would ripple to everyone else you love too. Zami dzana iw ri Nimyi."

"Aaugh!" Her hands snapped back to her temples, the bags beneath her eyes darkened, skin went pallid, chest folded in on itself, throat dried up, pulse quickened and her eyes felt like sandpaper while clouding over with a milky black and white calamitous swirl.

Catapulted backward, Loske was only stopped by a shockwave of pain rolling through her as she hit the wall. The impact crunched high-pressure points on the wall. Heavy and nigh lifeless, she slumped to the ground.

She should have been unconscious, her head pounding and swimming –– but a dark whisper kept her suspended in involuntarily suspended lucidity.

The memories being forced through her mind dried up, evaporating into spalls of technicolour surrealism and melted images that staccato and flash before they entwined throughout the psychedelic lattices and technicoloured networks of her mind. Kaleidoscopic snaps and pops erupted and fizzled, blending and fusing into a medley of nothingness, eclipsed by the echoing incantation.

Zami dzana iw ri Nimyi.

At her fingertips, neck and cheeks –– areas that had been exposed on Felucia –– a black sinew began to form and stretch, bubbling and bleeding through her armour.

Zami dzana iw ri Nimyi.​

Zami dzana iw ri Nimyi.​

Struggling for air with lungs that felt they might burst or collapse, she was a shell of a woman heaving, gasping, panting. Clawing at her face, neck and chest to tear the connection from inside her, Loske's heels scraped against the durasteel floor ––never finding the necessary traction to still her writhing.

Unable to tell if her screams were agonizing or breathless, loud or soundless, she was losing awareness of self to something far less feeling.

All she could taste was metal and ash. All she knew was fear.



ALLIES | NJO | GA | Djorn Bline | Maynard Treicolt
ENEMIES | TSE | Eldaah Aderyn | Taeli Raaf

Spoiler

Thanks Captain Raith for the image insert inspo!

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Equipment: Armour, Rifle, Gas Grenades, Sidearm 1, Sidearm 2, Sabre, Ion Paddle Beamer, Cryo-Ban Gun.
Romi Jade

Things had been going well - from Enyo's perspective at any rate. The Jedi had been hobbled by the paralysis beam, Forcebreaker gas was pushing in her direction and Enyo was moving forward a bit, firing her sonic gun. Unfortunately, then the Jedi decided to drop the whole room. Enyo saw the crushing motion and felt the burst of Force energy that was suddenly diverted from keeping her quarry standing to impact upon the room.

Slabs of stone that kept the ceiling, doors and such intact came crashing down. The wave of debris caused the passage of a kinetic wave. Having advanced somewhat towards her target, Elpsis was knocked back and hit hard. Debris descended upon her, though she had just about enough time to summon a protective cocoon. Smoke rose into the air. It had the annoying effect of dispersing the gas.

Enyo's eyes flashed and made some kind of rolling movement she recalled organics made to express annoyance in a 'here we go again' manner. As of late, every Jedi she encountered seemed fond of burying her under lot of rocks or throwing them at her. She wondered how the Jedi she'd fought on Dantooine was doing. She'd been a brave fighter, if a bit naive. Regardless, Enyo doggedly began to push her way out of the debris. First it was just a damaged metal, hand, implacably and methodically digging her way out. Eruptions of the Force pushed away stone and metal separating her from the Jedi.

When Enyo burst out of the rubble, it was clear that the avalanche had not left her unscathed. Beneath her suit, her skin was torn in several places, exposing the metal of her endoskeleton. She was walking with an evident limp and one of her eyes was damaged, flickering badly. A leg had been busted by the debris and she was twitching a bit. But she stood.

Without a word, she reached out with the Force towards the Jedi. Enyo attempted to wrap her telekinetic power around the Jedi and give her a Wookiee hug. A focal point was the Jedi's throat. It would be a tight squeeze, to say the least. Much like a vice. In the process, she tried to lift the Jedi into the air and slam her back into the cold hard stone with great force.

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

The Inferno
Warrior's Skin

Fire spewed forth from the manhole as the molten metal of the cover was cast aside, the red glowing globs showering back to earth as Allyson Locke jetted out behind it. The beast watched it all with a leisurely gaze of his sulfuric eyes, the rain of liquid metal splashing down around and onto him - the molten raindrops steaming as they landed. Vulcanus didn't flinch. Instead the Graug Khaan simply kept his hungering leer facing the Jedi as she landed, the steam from the landing sites on his own body steaming and obscuring his vision ever so slightly. The Graug flashed necrotic gums into a smile when the second lesser fumbled its way from the darkness and onto the street - it's pink skin slicing through heat haze between them. Zeltron. He remembered the unpalatable stench of their species and the disgusting taste their pheromones gave to their hued flesh.

There was a brief conversation between the two before they abruptly split, the young human charging through the molten metal cooling on the ground while the Zeltron broke towards the command center. Her scent grew stronger as she charged and in that moment a memory was sparked somewhere in the back of his mind. He saw the face of a young human cowering behind a long cloak, her weakness protected by a green energy wielded by a bearded man in Dathomiri garb. The memory stopped there as Vulcanus was forced to respond to the sudden assault, though he did so without taking measures to move out of the way.

"Brave" the monstrous darksider boomed as Allyson closed the distance. With a sudden surge of energy the once-Sith flooded the duracrete between them with his own energy as Allyson stepped upon it, rocketing the temperature of the ground in the beat of a heart. The duracrete violently exploded as the heat expanded it beyond its limits - white fog spewing forth like an underground eruption as water pipes burst and their contents vaporized instantly. The intent was to scorch her skin and trip her movements - allowing the beast his follow up strike.

"but still weak" he mocked as he enveloped his right fist in a flickering green flame that burned with unnatural heat, bringing it down in a violent burst of strength to deliver a hammer-blow to Allyson.

 

[Teica Giraan]

[Location: Ziostian space - G.A Frigate Peacemaker - Bridge]
[Captain Teica Giraan reporting in]

"Captain, get your crew out of there, evacuate to the Reverence if you can, or just at least get out of the way of that Star Destroyer," Orcash's transmission went.

"Mm, I'm sending a squadron of transports with my nonessential crew over to your hanger. The Peacemaker will be running on a skeleton crew for now," Teica replied.

The two ships made their way underneath the hull of a recently jumped-in star destroyer. And with a single command from both captains, the Peacemaker and Reverence let loose a volley of fire.

From what was left of the Peacemaker's hanger, 12 small transports escaped from their berths and fled to the Reverence's hangers. Now, sitting on the bridge with a reduced senior staff, Teica began to look over a hologram of the battlefield, occasionally verifying statuses with her first officer.

. . . ​

"Captain, they're..." Her first officer looked surprised, "They're aiming at Ziost.."

"What?!" Teica yelled, then lowered her voice to a mutter, "What in the worlds...?"

Indeed, the Star Destroyer was rotating its turbolaser turrets to face the battleground of Ziost. They'll kill their own troops...Madmen, all of them, She thought. The captain took a few seconds to clear her mind, before being interrupted by the call of the communications officer.

"The Star Destroyer is hailing Captain Orcash, shall I patch us in?"

"Do it," Teica purged her face of confusion and fear, almost ready to start screaming at the enemy.

[Beginning Comms Channel with Mith'arn'oura ]

"Captain Cruanless Orcash, you must know I won't take your bait. If you do not stop the attack immediately. I will be forced to open fire on your soldiers down on the planet surface," The enemy transmission went.

Before Orcash could answer, Teica interrupted.

"I'll handle this, Captain," She cleared her throat, "This is Captain Teica Giraan of the Galactic Alliance frigate Peacemaker. If you haven't noticed...Admiral...you have thousands of troops down on that planet."

"And don't try to justify it, I'm fully aware of the concept behind the Rule of Fear," She used a mocking tone for those last words, "But that concept only works when you aren't shooting yourself in the foot."

"So, here we go, I've called your bluff. Now, here's what I have to say, and be warned, this is not an idiotic bluff, this is a threat."

"Unless you point those batteries away from the surface, I'm going to fire every single concussion missile and turbolaser I have, and I'm going to turn your bridge into nothing but charred debris. Your choice, Admiral," She turned to face her gunnery chief, ready to fulfill her promise, "Lock missiles, fire on my command."

Teica stood up from her seat, looking as determined as ever, meanwhile, challenging the enemy admiral with a stern and well-supported stare. Arms crossed behind her back, and feet planted in the ground, the captain awaited a response.

"Your choice."

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Ziost, outside the Command Center//:
//: Deadwood //:
//: Team Vos //: Ripley Kühn //:
//: Engaging //: Darth Vulcanus //:
//: Enemies //: Thorald Magnusson //:

​

Heat burned from the steam and fire attack from the demon. Allyson was able to react quickly enough by blocking her face and places that skin was exposed with her arms. The leather jacket she wore taking the brunt of the blow burning the material but keeping her unharmed. Even with the ground unstable, she kept her footing the best she could while keeping her guard up. ​

The tattoo on her back continued to burn, growing stronger as the monster drew upon her. Using the momentum of the shaky ground, Allyson rolled to the side. Her body hit the pavement hard, hand pulling another arrow from her small quiver. Coming out of the dodge, she drew the arrow into the bow and pointed it towards the monster. The steam burned now against her face causing her to wince. "You know I really liked this jacket, Ho-tah!" ​

The tip of the arrow glowed brightly with the infusement of Force Light. At times she wished she could manifest the power like Coren Starchaser , but she was stuck with just dipping her arrow tips with the light. The arrow cut through the air aiming for the flank of the large Sith Lord. Allyson really didn't know if she bit off more than she could chew here; maybe she should have asked Ripley to stay by her side. ​

Allyson couldn't though, this was something she needed to handle, the slicer was able to do the mission. As the first arrow flew, Allyson quickly drew another and changed the arrow's setting; the tip now was set to explosive, and it followed the former, aiming to explode upon contact. ​

She had to keep Vulcanus occupied; against her better judgment, she remained close to the Sith instead of searching for a nest to burrow and continued to pick at him with the arrows.​

 

[Cruanless Orcash]

Objective: Establish Naval superiority over Ziost, Destroy the Basilisk, Serve Justice for Mon Cala, and protect the Peacemaker
Location: MC-75 Star Cruiser, "The Reverence"
Allies: GA | NIO Teica Giraan Inaros Kaal
Enemies: TSE | EE | CIS Commodore Curtis Rheardon Mith'arn'oura

[Captain Cruanless Orcash reporting in]


Theme: Time to fight Evil / GA Anthem​

"Captain, the enemy is hailing us", said Jagrall as the Reverence now finally started to begin prepping for its hard left turn past the enemy capital ship.

"Alright put em through".

A cryptic type voice started to speak on the opposite side of the transmission.

"Captain Cruanless Orcash, you must know I won't take your bait. If you do not stop the attack immediately. I will be forced to open fire on your soldiers down on the planet surface".

"Who does this Admiral think she is, her own soldiers will caught up in the attack, there is no way to get them to move out in time, especially with the raging battle going on". "Not to mention the civilians".

"I believe that is the point Jagrall".

"Hmmm... she might be bluffing, open the channel Pappus".

"Yes sir".

However, before Cruanless could speak, another voice hopped onto the comm. Giraan. ""I'll handle this, Captain,".

"Very well Giraan". He soon pushed the comm speaker further away from his head, down a bit.

"Sir, Giraan has evacuated most of her crew and their transports are on route to our hangars".

"Good, get med teams down there, ready to receive, as soon as they reach us".

"Yes sir, on it".

He now listened on Giraan's comm transmission to the Sith Admiral.

"This is Captain Teica Giraan of the Galactic Alliance Frigate Peacemaker. If you haven't noticed...Admiral...you have thousands of troops down on that planet."

"Yeah, Give it to her, Giraan!", said some junior cadet located somewhere behind him.

"Shut it back there", said the Captain, wanting to not have Captain Giraan interrupted in the slightest.

"And don't try to justify it, I'm fully aware of the concept behind the Rule of Fear,". "But that concept only works when you aren't shooting yourself in the foot."

"So, here we go, I've called your bluff. Now, here's what I have to say, and be warned, this is not an idiotic bluff, this is a threat."

"Haha, nice one Captain Giraan", said Jagrall as he sat back in his own seat diagonally behind Orcash.

"Does everyone forget that Ziost has already had its entire surface devastated once before", said Pappus.

"You're right there Pappus".

He continued to listen into the conversation as Giraan finished her ultimatum.

"Unless you point those batteries away from the surface, I'm going to fire every single concussion missile and turbolaser I have, and I'm going to turn your bridge into nothing but charred debris. Your choice, Admiral,".

Off the comm, the Mon Calamari Lieutenant spoke, "That woman's got some fight in her, that Giraan, doesn't she sir"

"She sure does Pappus, she sure does".

He looked back around at his crew, "Don't just stand there gawking, prepare for immediate hard left turn"

"Aye sir!". said Jagrall, among many others who dashed to prepare the ship for the maneuver.

The crew now readied the ship for its hard left turn.

"On my mark, Pappus"

"Wait.....wait".

Now the Reverence was fully past the enemy ship and ceased firing at the enemy to reduce energy expenditure.

"NOW PAPPUS NOW"

"Yes sir turning left now!"

The Ship now buckled slightly and shook as the hard left turn commenced. Those strapped in, their bodies swayed heavily to the left. Those that weren't strapped got flung about again like the first hard turn before engaging the Star Destroyer.

"Woah!", "Hold on!", said many of the crew as the ship swung its self in a hard drift away from the enemy capital ship and towards friendly ships located in different parts of orbit.

The Reverence finally leveled out a minute or two after the initial turn and reduced its speed slightly and immediately raising almost all of its shields.

"Woohoo", said Jagrall in relief, "We did it sir, maneuver successful".

"Aye, it was, but Giraan is now left alone near that beast"

"So what do we do about it?"

"Someone get any remaining naval commander left in the fleet or in Ziost for that matter". "We could use some help in this sector".

"We already asked sir".

"Yes I asked, but try communicating with each of your individual Alliance channels"

"Yes sir".

"Lt Pappus, as well inform Barrow Squadron to head for the Peacemaker and guard it until the last of its crew departs".

"Yes sir, right away".

The Mon Calamari Captain now looked upon the large Imperial Star Destroyer and Captain Giraan & whatever remained of her ship. He knew that even if she were to go down, she would not go down without a fight.

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

the M I S T R E S S
M A L C O N T E N T


For one to deny the very existence of their own feelings is AGAINST the nature of the human experience.​

DIRECT ENEMY FOCUS: Jax Thio | Jairdain Ismet​

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NPC FOCUS: Maynard Treicolt | Captain Raith​

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TSE ALLIES: Darth Strosius​

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The Nightsisters are a different sort of enemy. They allow their opponent to choose their own fate. ​

The jedi would not assume enough familiarity to actually know the Nightsister? Amusing. Perhaps she will enlighten him to make his attempt thorough and legitimate!​

The thirteen witches of the Wanica were not at all impressed by the singular jedi who focussed his sights on them. Pom remained entranced in her recitation of her incantation. The ancestral Matriarchs joined in. The twelve vowed to protect the Nightsister who agreed to permit them life through physical possession of her, and Pom in turn put to use their knowledge. ​

The Nightsisters huddled around their Matriarch. Their immediate reaction to Jax's physical attempt on Pom's life was to reach up and hold back his overhead strike. The coven discharged a dark energy, cast forth out of each their mouth. A psychological assault is attempted, as dark energy from the very heart of the Sith'ari is forced upon the jedi. ​

A Potion is tossed into the mix to aid in their holding the jedi firmly ensnared.​

Pom suddenly came forward, her physical body phasing through the members of her coven. The coven finished the recitation of her incantation. ​

Her ritual calls for a sacrifice next. The jedi will do.​

The Matriarch looked deeply into the Jax's eyes and she grasped hold of the back of his neck firmly. She bombarded his being with the intrusion of her dark essence.​

 

[Jairdain]

Location: Ziost, Orbital Defense Center
Allies: GA and their allies. Nearby: Jax Thio
Enemies: TSE and their allies. Nearby: Pom Stych Tivé
Objective: Operation Stonefist

In what seemed like a very short about of time, Jairdain had become exceptionally close to one man. Typical of the nature of the Zorren, she had taken it upon herself to protect him. Most of the time this was a total failure. As he sauntered off to war, she had been left behind. Little to his knowledge, she had actually followed him.

Just waiting, watching, and being patient, the Master kept herself hidden in the shadows. It was thanks to the very people the Alliance was battling that she even knew these skills. Keeping a cloak about her body and her Force ability buried, she watched him as he started to engage with Pom.

The familiar female brought up demons and they started to attack him. Wanting to jump into action, she observed his fighting style and was confident he would be able to hold them off. Noticing the actions of the Night Mother, she couldn't help but see and feel the deaths of the troops around them.

While the two people fought, she made her way out of the shadows to wander among the living dead. In her hand, she held a small needle and as she touched each one, a drop of blood fell from her finger. The wind tore at her but she was barely able to maintain her focus on the task in front of her.

Sand blew into her face but her sightless eyes did not blink. Having lived for so long on Iridonia, the woman was familiar with how to deal with this type of weather. Taking a seat next to the corpses she had just created, she now focused on an old friend.

Sensing the growing power of the ritual happening, she got off her rear and attempted to impose some thoughts on Pom.

It has been a long time since we met. Do you remember Spasa, my friend? Why are you doing this? What has happened to you?

As she spoke telepathically, she also attempted to give Pom an embrace of love and warmth. Not really any form of attack, just the light touch of understanding. There was no sense of judgment coming from Jairdain just an honest curiosity. One that wouldn't go away unanswered.

 

[Jax Thio]

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Location: Near the Orbital Defense Center, Ziost​

Equipment: Jedi Sneaking Suit, Jax's Lightsaber​

Tag: Pom Stych Tivé (Enemy), Jairdain , Maynard Treicolt , Captain Raith , Darth Strosius (Enemy)​

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The Nightsisters formed a dark energy shield as the boulders collided with against them it didn't matter those large rocks were only a diversion for Jax to leap in and attack Pom. As soon as the Nightsister dropped their shield Jax raised his Lightsaber performing a vertical slash, his green blade was a centimeter away from Pom's hair until all of a sudden Jax's entire body stopped moving as something placed an iron vice grip to his bones. "What?!" Jax frantically looked around realizing that the matriarchs placed a spell on Jax freezing him midair.​

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"Damn!" Jax thought. "Really hate this magical bullshit! I'm trapped!" ​

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Jax tried to his best to fight his way out but it was useless, his body would not budge and the 12 Matriarch's gathered around Pom. "Oh no...." Jax muttered seeing them raise their hands, dark tendrils began to swirl around them as they simultaneously unloaded dark energy from their mouths hitting Jax. The Jedi did not scream despite the intense pain throughout his body, Jax bit his tongue as the onslaught of darkness continued. He can feel his Sneaking suit being ripped apart and blood gushing out from felt like every part of his body but the most Pom only heard was gasp of pain accompanied by a growl.​

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"Come on Pom," Jax growled coughing up blood. "Is that the best you got?! My grandma confined to a wheelchair can hit harder than you."​

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Just then Pom appeared behind Jax grabbing him by the back of his neck. Jax froze in fear as he felt Pom trying to probe his mind. "Damn you Pom!" Jax growled. "This isn't enough for you?! Not only you got me beaten but you want to break me as well?!"​

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He can feel his limbs beginning to move, Jax felt the force calling to him and he allowed it to enter his body and have flow like a river. "You're NOT facing my Padawan Pom!" Jax shouted allowing the force to dictate his actions. "You think a bunch of headgames is going to stop me?! That I wasn't not going to be prepared for your bullshit magic?!"​

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"You may have invaded my mind and my body!" Jax shouted gathering the force energy around him. "But there's one thing that the Jedi always keeps!: THE FORCE!"​

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Jax unleashed a large force outburst the blue wave of energy attempting to blast away the Nightsisters holding him. Free from Pom's grip, Jax found himself falling fast towards the sand covered ground landing face first. "Ah shit," Jax mumbled spitting out the sand that came into his blood filled mouth. "I don't like sand it's coarse, rough, irritating and it gets everywhere. I prefer Jairdain touch which is soft and smooth."​

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The Jedi struggled to get up despite the pain grabbing his Lightsaber on to the ground. "Where are you?" Jax whispered.​

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[Darth Vulcanus]

The Inferno
Warrior's Skin

A little ambiance
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Emerald flames exploded in all directions as Vulcanus' fist drove into the empty street where Allyson Locke had just been standing. A cloud of pulverized duracrete and ghostly green flames expanded out from the site of impact, vanishing the beast behind a veil of brief destruction. Vulcanus dislodged his fist from the earth with a metallic crack, firestorm eyes piercing past the fading cloud of rubble and settling on The Jedi as she bounded away - her jacket smoldering against her skin as she drew a bow and notched an arrow.

"It will be the least of your concerns, Jedi" the beast spoke plainly, righting himself to full stature just in time to see the tip of Allyson's begin glowing. A sudden, primal urge to scurry away from the weapon came over the Dark Lord as the cells of his body began recognizing what it was that the Jedi wielded. An animalistic hiss escaped between his twisted fangs as the arrow was loosed. Force Light. His entire body screamed at him to move, but he was not fast enough.

The ground quaked beneath the howl of agony from the Seventh Day Emperor. Deep and unnatural the scream morphed over itself, turning from monstrous shriek to ghoulish cry and back again. The arrow had slipped through the opening in his Warrior's Skin, puncturing through his hide and deep into his side. The beast grabbed hold of the shaft as he stumbled backward, ripping the arrowhead out at the expense of slicing through more tendon and flesh. It didn't release him of the pain. His wound smoked and his blood bubbled from the gash like a boiling ooze as the Darkside Cells within began to burst and bubble under the concentrated power of the lightside.

He turned back towards Allyson, teeth gritted in pain, but with no time to react as a second arrow had already been loosed. The Sith Lord brought his arms up in defense and then vanished again in a ball of light and fire. Smoke and rubble shot high into the air and pulsed across the ground like a wave that encompassed Allyson for a brief moment. There would be only the darkness of the debris cloud and the echo of the explosive roar for a moment...a quiet...then a slow building of something dark. Something angry. Something powerful.

The smoke and debris would swirl and just beyond it Allyson would feel the hunger. The rage. A darkness that burned brighter than the suns of a thousand worlds.

A sudden spark beyond the smoke would be her only warning. The spark would quickly turn to a flame and then an inferno of raging fire that blasted out from the smoke towards her - spinning like a cyclone of flame. Out from beyond the sudden summoning of fire would be Vulcanus - launching himself through the air, oozing black blood from the dozens of shrapnel wounds littering his body and in his hands would be the wicked Sword Inferno with hits blade glowing white hot.

The beast would crash into the ground, bringing with him his sword in a crescent slash - aimed to bisect Allyson. As the blade sliced through the air the glowing edge would burst with fire that would arc out from the sword itself - creating a soaring crescent of fire that would course through the air and seek to engulf the Jedi even if she attempted to dodge again.

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

the M I S T R E S S
M A L C O N T E N T

LEERS!!​

DIRECT ENEMY FOCUS: Jax Thio | Jairdain Ismet

NPC FOCUS: Maynard Treicolt | Captain Raith

TSE ALLIES: Darth Strosius |
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A strange intrusion returned to Pom. She could not recall the initiator. How is it she would meet two different people here who remember Spasa? One anywhere is enough! Pom sneered behind curled lips.

The intrusion came from someone off in the distance, then suddenly the one she focused on threw a fit in response to Pom's attempt to subdue him. But she frazzled him nonetheless. The instant Jax sent out a shockwave, the Nightsister coven immediately reached out to grab hold of one another. Pom kept a firm grip onto a fistful of Jax's hair clenched in her tight fist.

This shall serve well to place a spell on he, her most obnoxious enemy.

Pom quickly thrust her hand into her bag of conjuring hung upon her hip. When she withdrew her hand, the lock of hair she tore from his head had been magickally transported through her bag, into and through another paired to it, set upon her shelf of ingredients upon Malsheem.

But…the jedi had monologged quite a bit as he prepped to throw his tantrum; we can't let him win. Those who monolog are ALWAYS cursed!

The Nightsisters immediately compounded the Darkside of the Force down upon the proud jedi. He would feel the sand quickly give way beneath his feet, drawing him into it with a violent tug downward into a sinkhole.

But where would he end up exactly? The Nightsisters don't care…all that matters is that there isn't air!

The youngest Ethereal Matriarch would wave goodbye to the jedi as he poofed out of sight. She hopes he will, and that he will stay gone.​

 

[Jairdain]

Location: Ziost, Orbital Defense Center
Allies: GA and their allies. Nearby: Jax Thio
Enemies: TSE and their allies. Nearby: Pom Stych Tivé
Objective: Operation Stonefist

Because Jairdain had been keeping her presence secret, there really was no way for Jax to know she was present. She had been watching and waiting for the right time to make herself known. That point had come and as Pom started touching her almost partner, she went into action.

While she was on the other side of a field of slaughter, she should still be able to reach them in a few seconds. Hoping she wasn't going to lose him when things were just getting started, she gathered the Force around her. Dropping almost all of her illusions of hiding, a trail of dust could be seen as she dashed through the wind and sand to get to Jax.

Not hearing any of the close conversations the two of them had, she did know her projection had been heard. Stopping in her steps as Jax let out a Wave, she was positive he had gotten himself out of the mess. Her idea quickly changed though as she saw him starting to go into the ground.

Pushing herself harder, the ground became still before she ever arrived. It wasn't solid yet and she watched through the Force the waves on the surface. Reaching out with the Force, she did not herself dive into the mush but reached for Jax. A ghostly hand attempted to take a hold of him and pull him out.

As she heard and felt him come to the surface, she turned her attention to Pom. Taking an item out of her clothes, she held it out to the other woman. Pale, yellow eyes looked in the direction of the Witch and her focus with the Force was entirely on her.

"Now what?"

Two words were all the Master said and waited on the answer. Part of her attention was on Jax now but most of it was on Pom.

 

[Jax Thio]

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Location: Near the Orbital Defense Center, Ziost ​

Equipment: Jedi Sneaking Suit, Jax's Lightsaber​

Tag: Pom Stych Tivé (Enemy), Jairdain , Captain Raith , Maynard Treicolt , Darth Strosius (Enemy)​

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It was a never ending string of unfortunate events for Jax.​

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Just as he was about to move, the sand wrapped around his ankles forcing him to sink quickly. "Oh frack!" Jax looked down. "Don't tell me this is karma for actually hating sand!" Quickly calming down Jax attempted to reach into the force to assist him in shimmying his way out of the sinkhole. However it only made Jax sink faster. The Jedi began grinding his teeth, this was definitely Pom's magic and right now half of his body was submerged in the sand.​

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"Damn it!" Jax's Lightsaber shortened out as he helplessly raised his hand hoping someone, anyone could save him. As his head was about to be covered, Jax felt a hand gripping his. Soft fingers clasped Jax's sand covered one as he felt himself pulled to the surface, Jax began coughing loudly as he climbed up brushing the sand off his face. "Thanks!" The Jedi breathed turning to see his savior. "Whoever you are I- JAIRDAIN!"​

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Jax rubbed his eyes furiously but his vision was clear as day, Jaridain was here and she just saved him. But what the hell was she doing here in the middle of the battle?! "Jairdain!" Jax placed his hand on her shoulder spinning her to his face. "What are you doing here?! You're not supposed to be Ziost!"​

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Though Jax knew the answer, it was pretty obvious that they were in love with each other and Jairdain couldn't bare losing another loved one. But still Jax wanted to hear from her. Reinforce what he already knew, besides even though Jax was shocked and angry Jairdain can help him against Pom.​

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[Pom Stych Tivé]

the M I S T R E S S
M A L C O N T E N T

Well son of a nerf herder!​

DIRECT ENEMY FOCUS: Jax Thio | Jairdain Ismet

NPC FOCUS: Maynard Treicolt | Captain Raith

TSE ALLIES: Darth Strosius |
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As the jedi shifted down into the sand, due to their constant push, the Nightsisters danced and skipped about in celebration. They gathered, focused on witnessing his soul discorporate. It is only logical he shall die the potion was used on him. No force could easily undo her Magick in a snap. Something far more unusual became obvious to them.

Enter the one suspected only a moment before, of attempting to sway Pom's mood with the sickening mental bombardment of nostalgia. This is nostalgia now only vaguely recollected her. Pom has no concrete memory of Spasa otherwise. The only awareness she has of her past persona is that the jedi lived and had avowed to one day redeem Pom. Yet Pom saw a beaming smile, and was flooded with intense alien emotions she could not affirm.

How did these feelings break through her state of Shakkai? Heresy!

SHAMEFUL! She would return to the Sith'ari to be fixed!

Having a new challenger approach, the Nightsisters allowed the parameters of a new game to unfold before them. The more suffered unto the jedi, how much more pleasure they would know!

As the newly arrived jedi reached down her hand and gripped the suffocating Jax, raising him from the settled sand, Pom began to saunter over. Jax continued to choke on the sand, while Pom smirked, feeling 'this is going to be twice as much fun.' By the looks of it these two have feeling for one another; all the more fun!

Then something is produced which she had not anticipated. An Amulet was thrust into her range of vision. The Matriarch halted her steps. How like Spasa's friends to brandish her Amulet of Protection! Pom had reacquired more than half of them from those who had received them. The rest proved quite difficult, as they must be freely returned into Pom's grasp in order for their Magick to truly revert.

"How did you…?" she began with a scoff. She knew already that she could not successfully grasp the object from the woman who toted it. "DAMN THAT SPASA!" She surely knew her shite.

Pom herself may not be able to take action against the jedi now, but her coven surely may! "Give it to me," she spat.

The coven crept around the two, slowly and intently focused on them.​

 

[Aelys]

ZIOST | ADASTA'KUN
Equipment: Saberstaff, New Jedi Order Jacket
Engaging: Calin Harr

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Come on man... Just go for it.

Aelys thought as he crossed through the threshold into the Mess Hall. One part of him hoped that the blaster toting Sith that fled would just... Surrender. Give himself over instead of firing off those blasters again. An open area? It could've been a trap with dozens of shooters from every nook and cranny, but when no fire assailed him, he was content to at least look as if he were lowering his guard. Forward thinking however ensured he wouldn't be completely blind, and he pressed into the Force for anything. Intent, other entities that he couldn't immediately see. Anything.

But when Aelys set his gaze on the man, his caution seemed all for naught.

This was... A surrender?

Silence was the initial greeting Calin Harr received when the Jedi and Sith came face to face with each other.

"By the Nine Hells of Corellia man, you can't run after a man like that. It just ain't right."

"You're in a Sith Citadel," Aelys replied drily. The reasoning was sound to him. Arms raising up into a shrug. "If you didn't take off running, I probably wouldn't have noticed you." Giving a slow and drawn out glance about the Mess Hall, he peered into those shadows, reaching, testing, feeling for anything that was abnormal before he approached the Sith before abruptly coming to a stop.

"Show of good faith...I like that, yeah. Show of good faith. You want a Cig? Lil smoke break before he stab each-other again or whatever."

Reaching to his belt before the gunslinger could even finish his proposal, Aelys drew out the set of Force-severing cuffs.

Saberstaff reattached to the belt hook at his waist, his head shook side to side.

"Nah... But I'll be putting these on you."

Abrasive, and stingy to strangers, Aelys was no stranger to the world of spice. Its effects were... Enticing, at one point. His duty as a Jedi superseded the yearning for a temporary high. Ridding the Galaxy of the Sith would lift the weights that the mere presence of the Sith Empire placed on so many in the universe. Ridding such a place, such an Empire of Darkness and Evil? Maybe then, there'd be time for getting high.

"Put your hands out."

 

[Jairdain]

Location: Ziost, Orbital Defense Center
Allies: GA and their allies. Nearby: Jax Thio
Enemies: TSE and their allies. Nearby: Pom Stych Tivé
Objective: Operation Stonefist

Hardly giving Jax a glance, she waved a hand at him behind her back as he started coughing. The sand and debris were gently brushed away from his face by the invisible touch of the Force.

"I am pretty sure this is not the place to be having this conversation, dear."

Feeling the surprise and shock from Jax at seeing her, she did not change her focus to him until she was sure Pom and her companions weren't going to try and jump her. The amulet in her hand did its job and she finally turned to face him. Not that she really had much choice in the matter since he had turned her around himself.

"I am supposed to be at your side and here I am."

Jairdain might not be the greatest physical fighter, but she was one hell of a mentalist. The internal observations made by Jax were accurate and that was just one additional reason she was present on Ziost.

"I vowed to myself to protect you, Jax and I am doing just that. Let me uphold that...I can't bear to lose another person if I can do anything to prevent it."

Explaining herself to him wasn't as difficult as the Master thought it was going to be. It was now up to him if he accepted what she said. Turning her attention back to Pom and her group of spirits...

Clutching the amulet close to her body, she fell to her knees and drew a dagger from her belt. Holding it out for all of them to see, she made a slit in the palm of her hand. Showing this to the spirits around them, she allowed a few drops of blood to fall to the dust.

"Hear me. I make this sacrifice willingly. Bind yourselves to me. Leave behind the life you know and be free."

Addressing this to the souls around Pom, she reached out to them to accept them if they accepted her offer. If they didn't then she would have to quickly come up with Plan B.