Skirmish The Pirates of the Sithocean (Open to Pirates/Outlaws/TSE)

[Dea]

She kept hold of Mordok The Fallen 's hand, resealing the cut that she had given him, mending it wholely so that there wasn't even a scar. Only once that was finished did she release his hand. Her eyes met his and she felt the anger, most especially as he questioned who she was. "Who I am is...a long story." There was quite a difference between who she was and who she is. Yet the latter she was still trying to work out for herself. There was much that she didn't know, even of her own abilities.

Her attention turned to the image that materialized from the relic in her hands. The voice was....No, it couldn't be...."Ask him who he is..."

For the moment her mission for Onrai was forgotten. Holocrons weren't common and she was a sucker for a mystery. Especially as she was helping to unlock clues and reveal secrets.

Alejandro Vizcaya Aaron Beskheart Darth Vulcanus Ben Acrax

 

[Mordok The Fallen]

Mordok calmed him self as Dea healed his hand. He put the relic on the floor and looked to Dea. Who was looking to me with a sense of urgency with a hint of distress. "Ask him who he is..." . She says to Mordok. He had many questions needing answers and even though he did not understand why she did what she did or why she got the idea to use his blood to open this relic. Mordok was grateful. He knows here is much to learn about her. But this is for another time. "I will love! I will!" He says to her softly, as he still felt drawn to her energy.

"Spector! You claim to be blood of my blood! WHO ARE YOU!!!"

HAHAHA

Theme

"YOU DARE SPEAK WITH SUCH ARROGANCE! Has the galaxy for gotten me after a mire few decade's!? Blood of my blood. I am The Magnus of the Sith. God King of Ankhypt. Defender of the innocent. I am Mi... mmmmm Who I...? Who I was rather. No longer matters my child." Spoke the Spector with grate anger. His voice thundered like a god. The force it self bent as he looks upon Mordok. The entity then takes a more solid looking form and stops levitating. Standing in the ground. It then walks towards Mordok. Every step making a tremble in the force. It's powers in the dark side were still strong and radiated out from the relic and from the hooded figure. Mordok knew it was powerful. Even though it was not physical. It was not to be messed with. Mordok was strong but has gotten more brazen and arrogate from the moment he Fell from grace from the Sith and became more confrontational in the open. But even he knew when he was over his head. He looks to Dea for an instant and noticed that in her face was amazement and a sense of calm. As if she knew the voice.

Mordok than looks forward towards the entity. Grinning his teeth as he felt the immense power walking towards him. Closing both fists, angered by the fact he would not stand a chance if the entity decided to attack him with the force. The entity now stands before Mordok and puts his left hand on his right shoulder. "Blood of my blood. I am your father. I am dead in the materium but before my flag ship the Magnus was destroyed. I bound my spirit to my holocron, which your mother took as I ordered her to leave. Feeling the life inside her. I know that my war was done. I knew you would need guidance and the force has brought you and your brothers to me." Said the entity to Mordok locking his bright golden yellow eyes to with Mordok's bright orange. as he raveled in the dark side and took it's words to hart.

Mordok took a step back to take a better look at the entity "You are my father!? A King! So powerful. Now it all fits why the Sith academy was so disappointingly easy." He said to the entity. "I feel your power. You are worthy of my knowledge but not yet of my treasure's and my throne . I will be the master you deserve. You will complete your mastery of the 7th form. We will begin when you return from this quest you and your brothers are on. When you are done here. You must tell your bother that you must all go to Mustafar and find that which is now your right. If you want to know my name" Said the entity as it moved his arm from Mordok's shoulder. as it chuckle's, thinking about the path ahead for it's new apprentice. It slowly moves his gaze to the right and notices Dea still sitting in bed. Both legs closed together on the bed and moving towards her left as she sat slightly leaning towards her right, supporting her self with her right arm. The entity looks at her. Assessing her from head to toe and feels her energy. "Well I have felt you before! It is good to see you again!" He said to her with a flirtatious intensity. Every word and small movement, making a ripple in the force. To Mordok these felt like massive waves that he needed to hold back as they went through him in the force.

 

[Dea]

Mordok The Fallen wasn't angry at her for not answering his question directly. Not only that, but his anger dissipated as well. And for that the smile returned to her face, briefly featuring her dimples once more. She was drawn to him too, as was evident when she threw her inhibitions to the wind and bedded him. That in and of itself was a mystery too that needed to be uncovered.

Yet now her attention was on the figure from the relic, listening to it's words, feeling it's power and trying to piece together what was being revealed. Although some of the words were cryptic, her own information from her past gave her revelations of her own. She knew his name, or rather she thought that she knew. It was not her place to say, however.

This was the second time that she had encountered a holocron with a soul being secured to it. And both times they were of peope that she loved. But decades? Mordok was his son? And the others were his brothers? Had decades really passed since she had died as well? She had slept with his son, Oh now wouldn't THAT be quite the story to tell...

Oh boy...

The figure approached her and actually sat down next to her. She could feel his Darkside energies mingling with her own, just as Mordok's did and continued to do. "I....I didn't expect that I'd ever see you again...We have....much to catch up on." Yet here and now surely wasn't the time. Right? Right?

 

[Mordok The Fallen]

The force entity sits next to Dea. HE looks to Mordok with a smirk. As if he was proud of his son, as if it knew of Mordok's deeds and tribulations. Mordok looks to the entity with confusion as it said many things that made no sense to him. "Brothers!? What are you talking about father?" Said Mordok with confusion.

"Warry not apprentice. All will be made clear with time. For now. Know that the force was brought our family together. There is much work to be done. There is much for you all to learn. I commend you for your actions. Not only are to strong in the dark side but a skilled assassin and an accomplished commander. Yes of pirates but none the less. I am proud of who you have turned out to be and of your potential. I afraid to have to cut your relaxing time with Dea here but I have much to catch up on with my former friend here and you have blood to spill. GO NOW CHILD! Go and help your brothers." Said the entity to Mordok. It's voice thundering with power and sending waves through the force smacking both Dea and Mordok alike.

Mordok slightly bows his head ceremoniously. Acknowledging his place as pupil. "Yes you are right. I sense they are in trouble and will need help soon. I will retune soon. MASTER!" Said Mordok as he stands up right and dresses him self. On his way out before exiting. He looks to Dea with desire in his eyes and playfully says. "Well love! It seems leave is over. I'll be caching up with you. I dare say I like ya even more now." He then extends his left arm and with the force brings his light saber to his hand and puts it in his belt.

Mordok then storms out of the room and on his way to the helm. He senses life coming from Ben Acrax room. He stops at his door for a moment. "Ben! get your guns! We gotta get the boys!" Yells mordok as he balls his fist and smacks the door. Continuing on. He arrives to the helm and takes control of the ship. "All remaining crew. Time to strap up! Ready all weapons and prepare for battel. We got a Star destroyer to help borrow." The crew all stop what they are doing. Running to man all posts and most importantly the weapons.

As the ship speeds towards the imperial ship yard. Crewman Jakes takes not of the sensors. "Sir! There is a lot of commotion and the alarms are triggered. The boys may be in a fight for the star destroyer!" she said with concern.

Mordok ravels in the dark side, enraged by the motion that Alejandro Vizcaya and Aaron Beskheart are in danger with out him. "Weapons free! Weapons free! Fire on all imperial targets of opportunity! We will make a fine distraction so they can take off with the ship." Says Mordok on the loud speaker to the crew. Knowing that based on the time. The boys. should already be in the process of setting up the star destroyers self distruct and should already have the codes to be able to activate and snag a destroyer. Mordok hopes the explosion's will divert any pressure they may be in. Making it easier for them to move around.

As the Pirate ship spends towards the facility. All turrets start spraying the imperials with fire. Ion Cannons make their mark on the entrance and the rest of the facility. As building after building gets bombarded. May dead and mangled could be seen as some imperials re-position to counter the bombardment.

"More power to shields" Mordok yells as he begins evasive maneuver's, expecting to get shot at in the return.

Alejandro Vizcaya Aaron Beskheart Ben Acrax Dea Onrai
Darth Vulcanus

 

[Dea]

Former friend? What did that mean for her now? A part of her had a sense of foreboding, yet another told her that she had nothing to worry about. She was a Herald, right? Whatever that was supposed to be.

Her mission came to mind suddenly while the figure and Mordok The Fallen spoke. Oh crap! She had lost her moment to do what she was told! The relic had distracted her fully, not to mention her...night's entertainment. But it was possible that she could swing this; get to know them more and get them to Onrai without having them unconscious first. Yes, that was a possibility.

As Mordok was preparing to leave she knew that she couldn't stop him at that moment. The desire was there for him to want to, however his priorities were on other things. "I will await your triumphant return, precious one..." And it wasn't until he had left his quarters and she was alone with the figure that she had dropped her illusion and revealed her crystaline form. "Silver Tongue...? Is it really you?"

Alejandro Vizcaya Aaron Beskheart Ben Acrax Darth Vulcanus

 

[Onrai]

"Such silly, silly pirates." A voice would ring in the heads of all of the pirate crew engaged in their malfeasant actions. Vanessa had been focused on the potential threat of Darth Vulcanus , yet now things had reached a point she could not ignore. She was angered at the standard Sith troopers, once more reinvigorated in her belief the Dark Troopers were superior forces. Boiling down the issues of the actions the pirates had taken, there were several mistakes that had been created.

The first was the attempt to impersonate Imperial personnel, all of whom operated in the Complex were known by name. The second was the attempt to force an evacuation of their intended prize - suspicious, most of the crew had in fact not left the ship and were currently headed to the bridge and secondary bridge, preparing to override whoever had usurped control of the ship as the vessel was not to be launched for another few weeks. The third was Aaron Beskheart 's attempt to damage the complex's core systems - though their handles were broken, the Dark Side of the Force slowly rotated them back into position after he had left, courtesy of the goddess aboard the station. The fourth was a presumption the reactor would reach overload - automated systems disabled the reactor and engineering teams were dispatched to mend the damage.

A swirl of black energy formed upon the bridge of the Star Destroyer. With a wave of the hand the entirety of the ship went dark as the vessel's systems were backdoored through the complex's own computers. Its own reactor shut down, disabling weapons, shields, engines, and most importantly, the hyperdrive. Emergency lighting would illuminate Alejandro Vizcaya 's face as the gleaming yellow eyes of the primordial goddess gazed menacingly yet with a mocking look at them.

"You trespass on my sacred grounds, where I know all and see all. You presume that I did not know the moment interlopers appeared in my domain. And you presume my power is not absolute. The damage you have done is inconsequential. Your attempt to steal a ship of mine has failed. It will not operate and you will not be leaving this vessel except bound and chained." She said, giving them a smile. "Your silly friend is even now at the mercy of my herald." Now is the time to deal with him, Dea. Vanessa's words to her herald were plain - it was time to end the illusion and instead deal with him.

"Have you anything to say to the goddess Onrai, or will you go quietly?" Torches began to cut through the disabled bridge doors - on the opposite side of each stood a dozen Oppressor-16 Dark Troopers, their weapons primed and their shields active. Once the doors were torched, they would enter and the risk to the pirates' lives would be very high.

-

A twitch arose on Vanessa's face as she looked at Krag. "Something interesting is happening. Some pirates are trying to steal one of my Star Destroyers. Care to go and harm them?"

Mordok The Fallen

 

[Alejandro Vizcaya]

The Final Bolt

Unknown to the pirates they were being watched, almost super naturally so. They got in to the bridge and smashed the imperials out of the way while they arrived on the bridge. Aaron Beskheart took the brunt of the grunts and Alejandro cleared the back. Everything flowed perfectly, they were almost home when out of the sudden the lights went black and a Sith Lord materialized out of thin air.

This was the first time Alejandro had been brought face to face with the power and might of a Dark Lord of the Sith. So this was Onrai , the target he was sent here to kill, the ruler of Nathema. He smiled when she called them insignificant because it clearly wasn't true, if it was, she wouldn't have had to come down here to deal with them personally.

She was cunning, as all great villians do she stopped to explain her actions and her motivations and how foolish the heroes were and the like. This is usually the time when the heroes get a chance to get a plan going, but as soon as Alejandro stepped foot into the Star Destroyer, it was theirs, because his little slicer droid was slicing the mainframe of the star destroyer to be linked with the Jubelina's Revenant.

As long as Mordok The Fallen did his Job and he wasnt in any way hindered by Dea, they should still be ok. The star destroyer was un-latched, although they could not control it from inside the Revenant, With the droid could punch right out to Hyperspace and rip apart several imperials.

Once outside it would still be a fight to take out the crew but it would be a fight they could easily win with their full fleet on standby. They stuck to the plan, it was still a go, but here were the two pirates staring down a living, breathing Sith Lord.

"Can I be perfectly honest? Since these might be my last words" He looked her up and down, ignited his purple lightsaber and smiled.

"You look damn good for an ancient evil warlock"

Ben Acrax​

 

[Mordok The Fallen]

" It is me Dea . It is good to see you. I see you have also gone through a change." Says the figure as he looks at Dea real form. He cares for her and has much history with her. They speak for a time and catch each other up on their literal life changing events. The figure then tries to hold her hand but fails due to no longer being in a physical sate. He sighs with great frustration. " Oh how horrid it is to be dead. Such a vast empire, fleets and treasure's and all the power in the galaxy. And you still can't stop the amenability of failure." He recites as he locks his golden eyes with her. "But it is in failure that we learn the most. How would you like to end this current state and gain a body once more? You need but help my sons and I will help you." He says to her with anxiety as he leans back supporting him self with both arms as it sits on the bed. " You know you want to help them. I can tell you are fond of these lads" He says with a smile and a flirty smirk. "Just like you was fond of me! Do not let my sons die! For old times sake!"

Mordok continues to lay down a heavy burst of turbo laser fire and ion canons on the orbital facility. Mordok loops around performing crazy evasive stunts that randdle the ship even though it had it's own gravity generation. The bombardment of the facility was heavy and many imperials were dead. The ship took some shots that rattled it but the shields held.

Mordok manages to get the ship pass the imperial fire and within range of the slicer droid. " Do it now!" He yells at Jakes as she immediately accesses the mainframe computer of the star destroyer. Turning on all systems and locking in the coordinates, plotting a course through hyperspace. Mordok Looks to Turbo manning the sensor array." Are the ship clamps locked in boy!" Mordok yelling and the lad as he frantically looks. " No Sir. The ship is free and turning on." Said Turbo.

Mordok turns his head frantically at Jakes. " It's time to go! Engage the hyper drive on that star destroyer and ours. We are out of here!" Says Mordok. As both ships bolt thought hyper space and out of Sith domain.

R1-3G Ben Acrax

 

[Dea]

Her expressions were not so easily seen in the crystaline form, and yet they were there. As she spoke with the spirit of an old friend and lover, she found herself not too surprised that he had bound himself to an object before his own death. And he was lucky that Mordok The Fallen didn't sell it or lose it somehow. But how it came to be that she had found them all and somehow figured out a way to unlock the holocron was a mystery. She couldn't just leave it up to the Force. There just had to be something else or someone involved.

"I'll do what I can to keep them alive, but they have to try not to get into trouble as well." Her eyes met his gaze, although they had far less intensity to them as they did when she was an illusion. "Mordok especially, he..." Her words were cut short as the voice of Onrai was heard inside of her head. She pursed her lips a little as she got to her feet. "I need to go, Silver Tongue. The one who pulled me from the Netherworld because I owed her a favour has given me orders, and I...must obey. But I promise to try to save them and keep them alive."

Without another word she turned and headed out of Mordok The Fallen 's quarters. As she stepped quickly through the corridor, she threw up another illusion, making herself look like a male Imperial Officer. The pirate vessel swayed as it took some hits and evasive maneuvers, yet she continued her approach to the cockpit as though the vessel was parked. Finding Mordok at the controls, she rushed him and wrapped her arm around his neck, tightening just a little while at the same time, using the Force to drain his energy so that he'd slip unconscious. To anyone else, it'd look as though the Imperial Officer had strangled him into unconsciousness.

Yet before she even let him go, her eyes scanned the controls of the ship. It was then that she suddenly realized that she didn't know how to fly. Always in her previous life, someone else had piloted for her. And now she was on her own. With nothing but guesswork, she pushed up a lever and hoped that it'd take them out of hyperspace.

Alejandro Vizcaya Aaron Beskheart Ben Acrax Darth Vulcanus

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

The lesser prattled on and on, her words betraying her weakness - and what a predictable weakness it was. The lesser species of the galaxy lamented tirelessly over the lives of the lost. Such pity made them insufferable. A warrior's value lays in the number of corpses they created and nothing else. The force grew darker around Vulcanus as the sorceress continued to spout her insults, but this darkness was borne not of anger but of annoyance. As her long list of inaccuracies came to an end the room was filled with the sputter of climate control kicking into action - a result of the slow climb in temperature as the air around the Graug grew hotter.

"Your mind is as worthless as your service had been" Vulcanus growled, "your beloved Emperor Carnifax had led The Sith into war against The Republic and The Fel alike. The Graug fought your Sith war for you while your pathetic order cowered or died."

The beast took a large step towards the sorceress, the necrotic stench of his breathe eclipsing the room. "And I was never your Emperor. You and your ilk were little more than slaves and the Graug your masters. Even as you and the Sith like you scurried to my side in the wake of The Empire's collapse. You were nothing but stones for my people to stand on"

"I suffered your warriors to live only as long as it took them to die. One day they will all die. As will you and your Emperor. As will all Sith.

And you all can watch Eternally as The Hordes bury all that you ever were"

He gave no attention to her offer. She had given him the information he needed - her usefulness ended there. He pondered ending his annoyance once and for all - killing her and her followers where they stood. But then she spoke of pirates. A Star Destroyer? He scoffed.

"Once again The Sith beseech The Graug to fight their wars" The Lord of Embers turned to leave the room, his massive form shaking the chamber walls as he did so, "If you Sith are so strong, then kill them yourself."

As the beast forced himself through the narrow passageway of Vanessa's chambers he super heated his flesh once again, turning the metal frame of the door into a blob of melting slag as he passed through. He had no intention of fighting this sorceresses' battles for her. If these lessers stood in his path, then he would extinguish them as he would any challenger.

But he would not spare this station in doing so.

Onrai Dea Mordok The Fallen Ben Acrax Alejandro Vizcaya​

 

[Onrai]

Vanessa found herself chuckling a bit at Alejandro Vizcaya as he pulled out a lightsaber, a smile on her face momentarily. “A lightsaber. Hurting a goddess. That’s cute.” She smiled, hand open as a many-pronged whip manifested itself in her palm. The weapon’s blackened tendrils were of raw Dark Side energy, as Vanessa waited eagerly for the pirates to make the first move.

Then the ship went into hyperspace. Vanessa knew about the droid trying to hack its way into the vessel as a datacard slid into one of the dimly lit panels on the bridge. One of the viruses stored in Vanessa’s dreadnought was unleashed upon the ship’s systems and quickly, thanks to the vulnerabilities opened by the droid, spread throughout the ship - presumably into the droid itself as well. The lights slowly came on and took a hellish hue of red as the Dark Troopers finally breached the doors, a hail of heavy repeating blaster fire spraying across the bridge as they began to enter the room.

The ship exited hyperspace and found itself within a rippling, almost fluid void, one Vanessa knew well. They were in Otherspace. With the hyperdrives shut down, it would take time to free them all, but she was in her element - in the charnel laboratory within which all the abominations of the primordials were spawned from. Vanessa seemingly absorbed the shots from theheavy repeating blasters as the remaining Dark Troopers entered the room, sustaining fire on the pirates.

Come to the bridge, Dea, and look upon our enemies.

-

“And yet here it is the Sith Empire fights the war while the Graug are irrelevant and dead.” She smiled. “You claim we were your slaves? The reality is that right now, you are our slave. And you will remain so for as long as the Sith deem your soul’s existence outside the Netherworld beneficial.” For one thing, Darth Vulcanus was proving as he always had that he was not in any way loyal to the Empire. Whatever sympathy Vanessa had for his plight vacated from the cold recesses of where once a heart had been. She sighed in frustration as he left, ignorant of the attempted hijacking having directed its victims to Otherspace.

“Killing them is so crude... As you know, tormenting them is far more pleasurable.”

Mordok The Fallen Aaron Beskheart

 

[Aaron Beskheart]

Location: Otherspace

Aaron and Alejandro were magically visited by someone claiming to be a God and somehow undoing all of their sabotages without fixing the broken components. She appeared in front of Alejandro and was threatening to torture the pirates once she had secured the star destroyer. Aaron was aggravated at the fact that he was one step from finishing his mission, but now... He has a battle unlike any other he has had before. They jumped into hyperspace after her intense monologue and now they were stuck in a place where everything was the opposite and nothing made sense. One look around and the stars were black and the space was white.

During all of this Onrai got distracted by Alejandro Vizcaya and seemed like she was day dreaming or having a conversation and at the point all of Aarons' senses screamed attack her from behind. Although through all of this Aaron was attracted to this dark evil witch who self proclaims to be a god. The blind are not those who cannot see... rather those who don't want to see. Self proclaiming to be god and almost invincible is the ignorance many have fallen from. Upon her distraction Aaron crept from behind to take her by surprise.

Aaron then used forcewalk to grab hold of this evil witch and attempted to do one of his best finishing moves that grabs someone and flips them upside down and then slams them head first into the floor by sneaking up behind her and getting her off guard.

"You are nothing but self proclaimed god. you bi%$#"

Ben Acrax Mordok The Fallen Alejandro Vizcaya Onrai Darth Vulcanus Dea

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

"Yet Carnifax has built this Empire on the backs of The Graug" The dark beast growled as he turned his sulfuric eyes back into the shadows of Vanessa's room, "yet it was your hand among many that summoned me back to this realm. Your weakness disgusts me, lesser - you are good only for meat."

It was in this moment, as Vanessa gloated over her triumph, that the sting of the air pulled away the Graug's mind from his verbal sparring with the annoying witch. Something was not right. The air tasted stale. The heat radiated around him. The Darkside gnawed at his bones. Vulcanus drank deeply of the air, his mind following the heat to its source. Past twisting metal pipes and boiling water. Past open space and clamped blast doors.

Yes. He could see it. A dark hole of energy deep in the station's core. It surged. It writhed. And with every flicker of power it sent waves of heat surging through the station until the air itself began to shimmer. Even so, he could feel the reactor's fire begin to wane as - presumably - the station's personnel rushed to handle the malfunction.

Vulcanus' lips cut open his flesh, revealing rows of jagged teeth as a deep, grating laugh forced itself from his chest and filled the hallway.

"Yes, witch. To torment the weak brings immense pleasure" slowly the beast held out his hand, letting his dagger-like claws etch their form into the durasteel wall beside him - his sulfuric eyes narrowing in cruel delight as he stared down Vanessa. "So squirm"

A chorus of mechanical shrieks ran down the hallway as pipes in the wall burst into clouds of shrapnel and scorching steam. Vulcanus bathed in the red-hot light of the melting wall but soon he too disappeared behind the rolling cloud of death as it poured through the hallway. Just as the ash on Atrisia blanketed the surface, so too did the steam blanket the station and crawl into Vannessa's quarters while the pyromantic lord was basking in the deadly heat as if it were nothing more than a twi'lek spa.

The beast's sulfuric eyes curled into its skull as he felt his power surge through the station's piping - the sudden blast of volcanic heat vaporizing water and reshaping steel. Gnarled teeth grew further from his rotting mouth as he drank in the pain and death rolling throughout the station.

He could feel their skin peeling. Their lungs shriveling. Their torment as their God reclaimed them as his own.

But it was not to destroy the station. With the reactor down it likely would not. It all served to prove one very important point.

God's were not slaves.

Aaron Beskheart Onrai Dea Alejandro Vizcaya Mordok The Fallen​

 

[Alejandro Vizcaya]

O T H E R S P A C E

He stared into her eyes, the yellow eyes of the Sith, eyes that bore no argument. This was no petty jester and no mirage, this was a real life Sith Lord. Out of her hands materialized a whip with various tendrils and spiked edges. This was not a weapon made to kill, this was a weapon made to maim and injure, to torture and cause pain. Before he could utter a word the jump to hyperspace brought them to another dimension.

"We're not in Corellia anymore"


Something went wrong, they jumped off Hyperspace way sooner than the plot. Alejandro looked out the window to see a galaxy and a space that was painted white and the stars were black.

He blinked, his jaw dropped to the floor, the room was bathed in an unearthly light as if all that existed was brightness. Did she do this? Was this some sort of Sith Spell? Or did they really just hyperspace jump into another dimension.

Now everyone had heard the stories, spacers jumped out to the void of hyperspace only to never return or return with horror stories. Stories of things that made starweirds look tame and existences that drive men mad. He couldn't stop to appreciate the surroundings because the Dark Troopers were seconds from busting down the doors and making this a brawl.

Something strange however was currently happening, under the feet of the Sith Lord in question steam and ash was beginning to blow.

"Are you... cooking?"

Darth Vulcanus might have provided the distraction they needed. The smell... the smell however was something of his childhood, surrounded by the refugees of Ession and Atrisia.

They sung a nursery rhyme, a tale of a massive Sith Lord who became a volcano and anihilated the world.

Mountains of Chaos. Annihilation. Behold the earth that rises from the sky. The fire burns. Unrelenting demon sounds.

The battle was not over and it appeared as this Sith Lord's form was currently under some distortion? Maybe the distance of dimensions was messing with it? Or maybe something just exploded. While Aaron Beskheart handled the Big Boss, Alejandro turned on a dime and met the troopers head on using his signature Force Speed.

These were no ordinary troopers, this was close quarters and he needed to hit and move and keep them on the defensive. Over on the Jubelina's Revenant Ben Acrax and Mordok The Fallen would have to conduct a boarding on this thing or figure out a way to get us out of here. Dea had betrayed them, Alejandro had no idea, the men were ready and there were several gunships and fighters ready.

The Battle over Otherspace had begun.

Onrai​

 

[Crane Baxa]

Suddenly, the ship lurched from hyperspace as the Chadra-Fan tumbled over the table with a loud crashing noise. What in the world? The Force did not feel as strong anymore...whatever just happened, he did not know off the top of his head. Grabbing a datapad from the side along with his weaponry, he would start putting them on as the electronics seemed to be on the fritz but he got an image of the outside...that was fluid looking. His mind went from confusion to pure anger as he realized he was back in Other Space...the dreaded Other Space. Putting in his communicator in his ear and wiping away his tears, he would open his room up and march out with his weaponry, his lightsaber and the datapad as his voice would echo through the Intercomn system as he was forcing through with the use of the Force, having a direct link through it.

"One of you stupid Bantha Fodders just sent us into OtherSpace! I am going into Engineering to get this fixed but you morons better not screw anything else up till then!"

There was a loud clacking noise as it would turn off as he went towards a nearby set of doors as the disturbance of the Force Energy earlier lingered in his mind. He personally did not know they were linked but he was walking towards engineering as if nothing was going on to badly. However as he got closer to engineering, something was felt in the back of his mind...something that was being of corruption. Entering through engineering, he would start going to the controls and tapping in the necessary functions to jump back into realspace and possibly away from the space they were just in.

"Bridge, Rat Man here. I am rerouting power from weapons systems to give us enough oomph from the Hyperdrive to push back. ETA Ten Minut-I am sensing corruption in the System. Start firewalling every section of this ship!"

With that, the Chadra-Fan would slam his hand onto the console as electrical arcs would spark from his hand as the Chadra-Fans eyes went wide. He could see numbers, he can see things of data, he can actually manipulate the very fabric of coding. noticing quickly the intruder that was entering the starships mainframe, the Chadra-Fan would work quickly to start eradicating every ounce of its replicating presence with the Force while reconstructing portions of the Mainframe, all the while manipulating security permissions and firewalls to slowly fight back against this Virus. Sadly, this will take some time and while this occurs, he is almost completely defenseless save for his Force Awareness to warn him of any possible dangers.


Alejandro Vizcaya Mordok The Fallen Aaron Beskheart Dea Darth Vulcanus Onrai @

 

[Mordok The Fallen]

Jubelina's Revenant in Other Space.
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Mordok lays on the floor of the cockpit, when he hears the thundering voice of his fathers Spector project in to his head. " RISE CHILD! Prove your self worthy my power!" Said the voice. Mordok then felt a burst of dark side energy flow through him. Smacking him in the chest. Mordok was shock awake. Eyes opened wide. Filled with rage as an Imperial officer was at his controls. How did he get here? He thought first. No matter! He ravels in the rage and power of the dark side. Theme

Mordok force pushes the imperial out of the controls sending him towards the front of the command center. Presumably smacking his face hard on the wall and braking his nose.

Mordok stands lifting his legs in the air and jolting his hips up in the air. Making the momentum to make him stand up. He extends his right hand and with the force he brings his Light Saber from his belt to his hand. Igniting it. He then smacks the alarm with his left hand, opening up the loud speakers. " Get going boyz! Our bothers need us. Board that star destroyer, NOW! Kill all in your path! " He yells at the console as his voice eco thought the Jubelina's Revenant. Pirates pick up their weapons and start boarding protocols.

A strategic bomber deploys and attempt to destroy the star destroyers hanger bay. Making way for the boarding party. 2 Gunships deploy attampt yo enter the star destroyer opening fire on all imperial targets as they make their way towards the hanger. Holding Hordes of Pirates ready to take the ship and win the day. Wave 1 & Wave 2. All eager to take the massive vessel. 4 fighters deploy to take escort the gun ships. Turbo. had left the sensor array to lead the boarding party. He had left as soon as Mordok hit the alarm. Knowing his mentor's mind.

Mordok then looks towards the imperial. Assuming the 7th form. Ready to battle. He shows 1 Flash bang grenade, at the imperial in an attempt to make it easier to capture him alive. Mordok wanted to know how he got on board. " Surrender or die! ".

 

[Dea]

Otherspace...

She had heard about it but had never been. Did she do that? Was she the cause? She looked down to the lever she pulled, then back through the transparasteel to take in the uniqueness of this realm. Bathed in light that seemed unnatural, there was still darkness there.

A surge in the Darkside took her attention from Otherspace to Mordok The Fallen as he had suddenly woken up, much earlier than anticipated. She was thrown to the wall, turning her head in time to not break her nose. Yet the sound of her crystaline body hitting the wall was different than anything else. It almost sang, like as if someone had hit a tuning fork.

The voice of Onrai was heard inside of her head. Even her Force Bond with Veiere wasn't this...invasive. But then again maybe it was, only she couldn't see it because of her love for him.

So what was she to do? Torn between duty as a herald and her loyalty to Silver Tongue and his family. Perhaps in the end this was her payback for the times he had betrayed her trust and helped to fan the flames of her own destruction.

She stared at Mordok, still in the guise of the Imperial officer. He wanted to fight. In truth she felt as though it would be a fight worth watching, the kind where bets would be made. However there was an easier way for her to achieve both of her conflicting goals.

Dropping the illusion of the Imperial with a ripple-like effect, she once again takes on the look of the pretty blonde. However instead of the inviting and dimpled smile, her expression was one of sadness and worry. She slowly raised her hands up and interlocked her fingers behind her head. "I'm sorry...but this was the only way that I could think of to save your brothers...and you. They are on the bridge of that Destroyer with her. Take me there and I will help. I owe him....He asked me for this favour."

There was more that she wanted to say, yet she couldn't do so. Hopefully her words, however cryptic, were enough to get her point across. Only during this venture did she come to realize how much surveillance she was under. And that didn't give her an easy feeling at all.

Alejandro Vizcaya Aaron Beskheart Ben Acrax Darth Vulcanus

 

[Mordok The Fallen]

Mordok looks upon the the great beauty he had shared so much time with. Even though his angered face turns sower with pain. The erlking's of betrayal rushing through his mind. He looks down to the console for a brief second. Only to turn his gaze on her. immensely relived that she did not want to fight. A question had been answered. She is a shape shifter. As Mordok looks at her with sadness due to Dea betrayal. He cared for her. Still drawn to her. As the dark side pushes him towards her.

" No more lies love! The real you!" Says Mordok with a soft and raspy voice. His pain felt even by Jakes standing a few feet away from her next to the navigation console. Blaster in hand.

He lowers his light saber to show his appeasement, even though he was still raveling in the dark side. " If you truly want to make amends for your betrayal. Then come with me and take a ship. Help me save the boyz. Not just Alejandro Vizcaya & Aaron Beskheart . But as many of the boys as we can. You clearly got skills. We need that right now. We are about to battle for a star destroyer. This will be the biggest boarding we have ever done. This is gonna put us in the sagas." Says Mordok as he puts away his light saber in his belt. His expression changing to relief and he dare think, hope. Hope that he may hold her again. Mordok had clearly taken a liking to her.

Mordok let's out a smirk as he gazes at her. Locking eyes with hers. walks to her with growing intensity. He extends his left hand towards her, almost as an olive branch. " You need but take my hand love and forgiveness could be yours! Fight with me! Will you help me save them Dea . " He says to her. As he smiles and slightly tilts his head. Looking anxious. Thinking. They had history now. But was it enough for her?

 

[Dea]

The real her?

The real her wasn't as pretty as the blonde. The real her didn't have the soft skin and inviting eyes. The real her was something so unique that she was the only one of her kind.

The question was, would Mordok The Fallen still be drawn to that? It was the Darkside in them both that beckoned them to eachother, however there was more to it than that.

As he approached, she lowered her hands to her sides, and as she did so, the illusion was dropped and her crystaline form was revealed, wearing a red lightweight cloak draped over her nearly transparent form. "I am connected to her, my precious one....In life I owed her a favour, and in death she called for it, summoning me out of the Netherworld and creating this body to house me. She gives me orders inside my head." And probably seeing everything that she does as well. "Your Father knows and he said he could help..." But of course she had to help his sons.

Her eyes held his gaze, losing their intensity because they were transparent, yet her emotions were ever present, churning in the Darkside that surrounded them. Slowly she lifted her hand and placed it into his, observing him as he came to feel the hardness of her body for the first time. "I owe it to the both of you to try. I don't know the extent of my abilities, but we may soon find out. But if it boils down to you stealing a ship or saving you and your brothers, you know that I'll be going for the latter."

 

[Onrai]

In truth, Vanessa was merely exercising a fragment of her godhood - the ability to defy reality and exist in multiple places at once. The presence she had with Aaron Beskheart submitted to being piledriven - though rather than suffer injury, she merely dissolved into smoke, which quickly traversed to the far side of the room and reformed into the goddess's chosen appearance. "Very cute." She said as several of the Dark Troopers unloaded a couple hundred blaster bolts into Aaron. The others continued to fire at Alejandro Vizcaya as his lightsaber did not penetrate them - they blocked the entryways made into the bridge, still firing at the pirate as their energy shields continued to absorb the energy of his own lightsaber blade.

Vanessa's fingers seemed to melt into one of the consoles as a stream of energy went to the mainframe, coursing through the ship's systems before reaching the rat-man himself, Ben Acrax, and bursting out of the computer in front of him. It would fry the console he was accessing and, if all went according to plan, zap him as well. Vanessa was fortunate enough to have the ability to see more than she expected from the situation, but what was going on, especially with her own servant Dea and her conflicting thoughts about Mordok The Fallen , was only one thing she was dedicating herself to. Having to deal with two situations at once was something her once-mortal mind was finding it interesting to manage.

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If Vulcanus expected Vanessa to suffer injury as the pipes burst in her meditation chamber, he was sorely mistaken. She stood there, clothes gleaming as the wet heat struck them, but merely smiled as a hand was raised. The attack of the feral Sith Lord through the pipes was steadily contained - Dark Troopers, Radtroopers, and Bloodtroopers were safe, but some of the officers and engineers had been horribly scorched and burned. As the heat died down, a sense of healing would come over them as their flesh reknit itself. The expenditure of the raw energy of life was somewhat taxing to Vanessa, but still within her realms. A hunger began to form within her, however - a net negative of life energy that would eventually need to be counterbalanced if she was to remain alive. Perhaps the energy of the monolith on Nathema's surface, intermingled with the vestiges of many souls who had died there during Vitiate's reign, would satisfy her. But right now she had an obligation to her people to prohibit harm to them as the steam would slowly be vented out of the areas, replaced with fresh room-temperature air. She smiled at Darth Vulcanus as the environment would slowly return to normal. "Krag, you've forgotten. I'm not a witch." She paused, eyes gleaming as she began to walk towards him, a smile on her face as she did so.

"I'm a goddess."