The Sacking of Zeltros

[Veino Garn]

Comm Center
Boss Battle: [member="Lady Exedō"]
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Veino frowned at her as she started talking about flavors. Then she kept going on about them, and he started tapping his foot on the floor as she described what he would taste like. Gamey? What did that even mean? A comment slipped out of his mouth from exasperation. It was like the Togorian queen's constant gloating, except food based.

"If you taste all that, maybe you're in the wrong business." Then a flash of danger coursed through his nerves and he dove backwards, using the Force to both strengthen his legs in the jump and carry him backwards. Then the screaming pain started and it stabbed at his mental barriers, sending icy chills down his spine. He stumbled on the landing, cracking his knee against the floor and bruising his ribs against the wall. It cleared his mind for a moment. Just enough time to throw up stronger emotional barriers. He staggered back to his feet as the barbs, chainsword, lightsaber, and macabre foodie all came flying towards him. His own lightsaber flew to his hand, crackling to life in an amber glow. His other hand snapped upright to throw up a Force barrier to stop the oncoming storm as he regained his balance from the combined physical and emotional onslaught, before sending a quick push towards his opponent to attempt to knock her off balance.

He stood, sweat already trickling down his forehead and took the Soresu opening stance, saber held horizontally in one hand with the weight on his back foot. Focus on the Force. Take strength from all life in the universe. Let it flow and guide. Become a river. Gentle and fluid, yet inexorable. He centered himself, sinking deep into the stream of the Force that flowed around them, through them, from them, wrapping it around himself, an invisible armor that was both guide and shield.

The question was how. This was a powerful Sith. He wasn't sure he'd have even met any Dark Side user this powerful before. Most of his meetings had been with knights and acolytes. This was different. He couldn't hold back. Nor could he be reckless. The key to this would to be in control, in the flow, always moving, always looking ahead. There was no room for error. A misstep and he would be missing limbs if he was lucky, his head if he was not, his face if he really messed up.

For good measure, he kept backing up. Despite his best skill perhaps lying in his lightsaber skills, he really didn't want to get within reach of that chain-sword. Not yet anyways. That and a lightsaber were a touch much. He also wasn't entirely sure she wouldn't just try and bite him.

 

[Carliah Dakrone]

"Yeah, yeah. You can stop acting like you want to help me. You look at me like a possible ally, or would it be more accurate to say tool? I can see it in the way you've looked at me since your approach. I've seen that analytical gaze before in many people. I'm not going to be your plaything. Seeing as you're Darth Praelior's apprentice though, I have to agree that I won't kill you. This doesn't mean I like you though. You haven't earned that yet," Carliah growled upon seeing the stupid grin on Taeli's face. She briefly considered using the girl's blood to repaint the throne room of her palace, but remembered her earlier thoughts about her Master slaughtering her if she harmed the other apprentice and decided against trying it. Besides, there wouldn't be enough blood in the other apprentice's body to coat one wall, let alone the entire room. [member="Taeli Rae"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

"Oh, is someone feeling a little . . . touchy?" Taeli asked, tilting her head to the side. "My apologies, it was actually a piece of advice if you want to kill whoever he is. As for making you a tool, that remains to be seen if you can actually contribute without killing your subjects needlessly or for your amusement. Oh, I heard how our master essentially handed you your own private planet to turn into your personal wonderland, but too many Sith fall to those excesses in our history, and it usually ends with your head on a pike and your former subjects being free."

Smiling a bit more, she continued by saying, "I'm guessing you want to either a) cut my head off b) slit my throat and use my blood for something or other or c) disembowel me and skip rope with them. All three options come to think of it, if what I've read about your rule so far indicate."

 

[Carliah Dakrone]

"A mere show of power to convince those beneath me that obedience is more beneficial. True I killed some people in my first week that didn't necessarily need to die, but the more extravagant a show is, the longer it's lesson will be impressed upon the audience," She grinned like the cheshire cat as she spoke. "I assure you I am quite capable of curbing my insanity and controlling it well enough to function, but madness has a way of terrifying people. I can use that to my advantage, after all we're all mad here in some small way at least. Some of us more so than others. People have a habit of fearing, shunning, and writing off that which they do not understand. This fact can be used to great advantage where madness is concerned. You assume I cannot be useful because I am mad, but tell me, if I was indeed useless, would I be Darth Praelior's apprentice? Would I be ruling a planet? And, would I be capable of crafting such a complicated explanation as this one?" Carliah continued to smirk as she waited for what she had said to set in. [member="Taeli Rae"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

"Clearly someone hasn't studied the history of the Sith in great detail," Taeli laughed. The response was eloquently put, she had to admit that, but then so had Kaan been an eloquent speaker and led his Brotherhood of Darkness into ritual suicide through his madness. "Madness is weakness, fear is good to instill, but you also will require their respect and loyalty, or you die, simple enough. As for why you rule Wibek, I could not fathom as to why Darth Praelior gave it to you, as you clearly need some more lessons in how to rule something. Funnily enough, I don't want to be enemies and I would be willing to help you since I actually studied politics in my free time. Think about it."

With that, she Force Leapt away and made her way back towards where she had stored the small ship she had commandeered from Coruscant.

 

[Kana Truden]

Location: Zeltros Spaceport
Allies: [member="Marcello Matteo"], [member="Corvus Raaf"]

“We’re good, there are other jedi in need of your assistance I’d wager.” Kana put on her serious face. “From what we’ve gathered it’s going down the comm hubs and the palace and that is not to mention in the streets.”

“I think the communications building would be a good idea. Maybe you can find a jedi or two to help you on the way there.”

Kana looked over to the entrance to the spaceport. Corvus and Kana would be capable of keeping this place secure but from what she had gathered it was already safe enough. Beside that they had both grown quite a lot since one of them saw Balaya. Perhaps they would be able to detain her after all?

“Actually, yeah. You should go to the comm hub. Last I heard Veino Garn was there.”

 

[Flint Dexen]

Zeltros Streets
Allies: [member="Ben Watts"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Odium"]

There did not seem to be a shortage of Sith that were going around harming innocent civilians. As the other Jedi charged the masked Sith, Flint redirected his attention to other happenings going on around him.

It was an interesting experience - to be melded into the mind of the Jedi Master. Flint could feel the other Jedi's alertness, and he watched in admiration as the former Grandmaster quickly blocked off the incoming wave from the Force Scream with a burst of energy. The Jedi Knight looked to see where Watts had been pointing.Two on one, attack at once, you on the left me on the right.

Offering only a nod in response, Flint moved to attack, at the same time along with his ally. Both of his hands gripping his lightsaber, Flint charged towards the enemy Sith, moving in for a quick downward strike with his cyan blade.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus kept a watching brief but she was worried she was becoming too thoughtful and reflective and not action-oriented enough.

Should they have dealt with the renegade Sith - even if that meant allying themselves temporarily with the ones they'd encountered? Why had the words of the Mon Cal stung as much as if her own Master had spoken them? He was clearly no Jedi, but his sense of honour and Code was more Light-sided than many she called allies in this conflict. Indeed it appeared Force Users of various Orders had turned up to oppose the Sith - individuals she no doubt could not rationalise as being Jedi the way she saw the role. So why was helping the Sith defeat these barbarians any different?

Because, despite their differences, the majority of the Jedi who were prepared to lay down their life to save Zeltros were Light-sided. Philosophies notwithstanding, they opposed the Dark side as a rule and that was key here.

But a personal reflection on the rights and wrongs didn't save a single life. So she looked at Kana. "Balaya?"

[member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Darth Praelior"]

 

[Darth Odium]

Location: Roof Top, Streets, Grandma's Kitchen, where ever.
Enemies: [member="Ben Watts"] [member="Flint Dexen"] @Rosa Gunn @Living Things
Allies: Dead Things

The feeling of many lives winking out at once was one he would be loath to forget. It was a crescendo, a rising build up of anticipation followed by a climactic end and silence. Bodies of previously carefree relaxation junkies lay lifeless in the building beneath him as their once bright auras simply vanished, the power and energy that gave them life sucked away by the hate driven Nautolan. The hunger pangs however subsided very little, too little, and he knew that he would fulfill the prophesy of Nihilus, the hunger that had once consumed the ancient Sith would likewise kill him.

The screams of bound spirits of murdered victims echoed in the back of his mind as he turned to see the advancing Jedi.
'Good' he thought as he felt their approach their glow of power, but what he found good about being attacked by the pillars of light was anyone's guess. Perhaps he sought death, perhaps he was simply mad, maybe a combination of the two. His black ocular orbs locked onto the Master as the young Jedi he was bound to charged forward to his left and swept his blade downward. Djem so would call it falling avalanche, shii-cho would call it a zone one vertical slash, Odium would call it his invitation to the ball.

He swept his left foot back turning his body perpendicular to the Jedi as the blade came down. His own double bladed lightsaber coming alive one the top side closest to the Jedi Knight as the crimson blade swept up at his wrist. The Shii-cho master's interpretation of a disarming strike.

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Streets
Allies: [member="Vyctora Romanov"] [member="Nickolas Imura"]
Enemies: [member="Cypra Krum"] [member="Vargent Nordii"]

Paying little attention to the fleeing Jedi who must have thought the Sith trio had arrived to support the two Dark Jedi, Darth Veles caught the shadow of the Sith Knight leaping to the roof in the corner of his left eye. The Knight's apprentice hid herself in the shadows, leaving the Mon Calamari as the last one to take position. Soundlessly igniting the crimson blade in his left hand, the Sith Master started bending the light around himself and the lightsaber, becoming transparent until he completely vanished, nothing more than another shadow. Watching one of the Acolytes knock down a column to be used either as cover or as a distraction, the Mon Calamari briefly glanced at his fellow Sith before making the first move. Full of energy granted to him by the Dark Side, he raised his right hand and telekinetically lifted some of the rubble from the ground, taking many small fragments and tossing them at the two enemies to distract them and turn their attention to that position while he moved away.

The tactic of standing back-to-back was a clever move coming from the Acolytes, but one could still nicely attack their unprotected sides. As the invisible Sith Assassin circled around the two, hoping to flank them, he took several steps closer as well to close the distance a bit. Using the greatest advantage of Makashi, its superior reach, the Mon Cal fully extended his hand holding the lightsaber, its tip pointing at the space between the two Acolytes. One long step and he lunged towards them, slashing from left to right and aiming at their sides to deliver a light cut through their flesh. Not a fatal blow by any means, but definitely fairly painful if it hit.

 

[Garza]

Location: Streets
Allies: [member="Vyctora Romanov"], [member="Avreet Zatarus"],
Enemies: [member="Cypra Krum"], [member="Vargent Nordii"]
Objective: Purge the Dark Jedi

I smiled as my apprentice used the distraction of the shadows to her advantage. She was a smart one. So there was no fear for her life. While the Master assassin used the force to make himself invisible, I smiled, walking along the edge, While the Master used the distraction of the thrown debris, I had brought my tri-barreled pistol up, aimed at the both of them, and smiled as the recoil sent the slugthrower back. While three bullets, the largest and fastest caliber possible for a pistol, were fired at the two. Sending two shots at them.

I hoped they were faster than the debris, a series of six slugthrower rounds, and the possible attack of the Sith assassin considering I could not see him as well.

 

[J3C0]

Palace-Inside
[member="Kian Karr"]

There was no time to reload the crossbow, the weapon took at least a few seconds to load more quarrels into and at the speed the Jedi was coming at him there was simply no way he had enough time. So Ceran dropped the crossbow. He let the weapon drop to the ground with a loud thud, then drew his WESTAR-43.

The Maser weapon came up almost immediately, and he squeezed the the trigger three times, aiming towards the Jedi's lightsaber.

Maser technology was Chiss in nature, and weapons fired bolts that had a more kinetic punch than blaster bolts. This meant that the bolts struck far harder than a blaster. Usually this caught Jedi unaware, since they maintained a relatively loose grip on their lightsaber. Sometimes it was enough to knock them off balance, and other times it was enough to disarm them entirely.

Ceran hoped for the latter.

 

[Vahtik De'Gorrei]

OBJECTIVE: Stay alive, remind those assholes what a Sith can do.
ALLIES: [member="Cypra Krum"], the karking Force
ENEMIES: [member="Avreet Zatarus"], [member="Vyctora Romanov"], [member="Nickolas Imura"]
MUSIC: Habits by Tove Lo

They were quiet. Even though they were Sith, those who threatened Vargent seemed to keep their emotions in check. All she could tell was that there were people there. People who were going to try and hurt her or Krum. She couldn't let them succeed. Not without one hell of a fight (especially coming from two apprentices). "Look for anything weird. Even just a slight shimmer in an otherwise normal field of vision. Who knows what we're dealing with. Could be stealth-" Varge was cut short. Debris flew into the air, towards the unlikely duo. A couple quick moves of both herself and her lightsaber later and she was fine. Hopefully her partner was as well. "Don't bother looking for where those came from. No idiot would stay in the same position for long." 'Twas common sense. Now, the Miraluka girl was not, in fact, an idiot. Nor was she only a little intelligent. So she did not stay in her same spot for long. There were better positions than at the dead end of an alleyway. For one, the goddamn roofs right next to them.

She moved just before a blade went in between her and Krum. Though she couldn't see it (even through her fancy-ass force vision) she could sure as hell hear that beautiful hum. It was enough. With a little boost from the force she jumped back, spinning in mid air, and grabbed onto the fire escape with one hand. "Krum! Roof, now!" A secondary force jump later and she was rolling onto flat ground... only to find herself uncomfortably close to Imura. Perhaps she had been better off down below after all.

 

[Cypra Krum]

Objective: Survival
Allies: [member="Vargent Nordii"]
Enemies: Avreet Zatarushttp://starwarsrp.net/user/3259-avreet-zatarus/, Vyctora Romanovhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/6055-vyctora-romanov/, Nickolas Imura

It was a last minute moment, at a very slim one at that, but Cypra had seen the Mon Calimari suddenly appear before separating her and Nordii. She rolled away in time before getting back to her feet to see him. She had no idea he was there, meaning that this Sith was better at cloduing himself from others. Another powerful rank than them. Possibly Sith Lord. This was far worse than she thought. She and Nordii had less chance against the knight Imura and his new apprentice but now there was a Lord that she knew it would take more than herself and Nordii to face. Cypra was worried to the point where she had her blade at the ready, even those her hands were shaking.

Hearing Nordii call her she looked up, seeing her strategy, before looking back to the Mon Calimari. Finding a pile of nearby rubble she reached out with the force and lifted them before tossing them towards the Sith Lord. With that distraction she used the Force again to run and jump up to the same fire escape Nordii had been on. Instead she climbed, hopping to get away as fast as possible.

She even called out to her "Retreat, Nordii! Retreat! We can with this fight. Now today."

 

[Shinju]

Location: Com Array
Enemies: [member="Veino Garn"]
Allies: One Sith

Shinju watched the boy as he did it and she was laughing, as the force push came and sent her back. Her head snapping back as rockets came from above where Camellia Swifts plex team fired on the area above her. The explosion pushing her further to the ground while they were retreating and she raised hands pulling at it. The heat and fire from the explosion, the energy draining from it until the only though around her was a wall of ice. The master still held the screaming saber as she moved forward on her back with a one handed crab walk popping up and over to show her flexibility.

The small smile tugging her lips now was more enjoyment as she felt it, a new food source just right there for her taking. He was letting the force into every fiber of himself and she opened herself to him, opened that massive pit in the bottom of her stomach that could never be filled from killing or the stealing or the causing pain and despair. She couldn't fill it for long and wanted revenge as she pulled at him, consume essence on him, consume essence on the woman in the control room she was going towards and consume essence on the soldiers around while a smile curled her lips even more.

She moved forward drinking it all in and letting the energy illuminate her eyes going from ark honey to golden fire as Shinju surged forward closing that distance and pulling more with her hunger to sap and drain him while she would be refreshed and standing tall. "Child, what an ugly thing to say... does this mean we're not friends anymore? You know, sweetie, if I thought you weren't my friend, I just don't think I could bear it. I might just have to take what is in that mind of yours and find everyone you care about, everyone who knows you and pay them a visit. Just me and my knives."

Her body was moving forward more while holding the saber letting it scream while she took a juyo stance kicking off one of the walls and practicing a slash with the saber. She kicked off the other wall and swiped again laughing now to see about his defenses. "Come on sweetie, come on time to play."

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Streets
Enemies: [member="Cypra Krum"] [member="Vargent Nordii"]
Allies: [member="Nickolas Imura"] [member="Vyctora Romanov"]

Seeing the plan did not work as intended, Veles decloaked himself, seeing no point in wasting his energy. His presence remained hidden though, which made him invisible to the blind Miraluka. The other Acolyte would be able to see him now though, evidenced by her throwing some rubble at him. One flick of his right hand and the dust and fragments fell back down to the ground. Turning one of his large eyes towards the Miraluka, the other watching the human Acolyte, the amphibious Sith watched them in their attempt to escape. Shaking his large head at their foolishness to resist, Darth Veles focused on the Dark Side, his gaze shifted at the young woman climbing the fire escape, the large eyes of the Mon Calamari now looking solely at the Miraluka. Simply raising his right hand, fingers pointed up towards the roof, the Mon Cal Master used his passion and the death and pain that surrounded the city as more and more people died by each passing second, the Sith bent the Force itself to his will, sending a short burst of Force lightning towards the blind girl, a pure manifestation of the Dark Side. Whether it hit or not, it would most likely distract the Miraluka and provide the Sith Knight with solid opportunity to combine the distraction with an attack of his own.

Massing the Force in his legs, slightly crouched, Veles did not wait and launched himself towards the sky as well, the Force carrying him up, slightly above the roof until the gravity pulled him back down and the Mon Cal landed soundlessly, the Force absorbing all noise while the augmented muscles and reinforced bones ensured he did not break anything.

 

[Kian Karr]

Location: Palace
Allies: [member="Tugoro Taidarious"], @Jedi, @Republic
Enemies: [member="Ceran Moerelle"], @One Sith

Kian had closed the distance and was within striking distance of the bounty hunter. When the Sith raised his blaster and began firing, Kian responded by bringing his saber around to block the first bolt. It thundered into his blade with a larger amount of kinetic energy then Kian was used to. Had he been a practitioner of Niman or Makashi, the strength of the bolts might have driven the lightsaber out of his hand, but as a Shien practitioner, Kian's grip on his saber was strong, his right hand high by the emitter and his left hand low at the pommel of the hilt.

However, he hadn't been prepared for the strength of the blows, which was a mistake he would chide himself for later. The first bolt he caught high on his lightsaber, and it pushed the blade out of position to block the second bolt forcing Kian to twist to avoid being hit directly in the chest. However, given the close distance, he didn't have time to completely move out of the way of the bolt. It tore into his outer robes, burning through the thin material and struck him in the side. Turning away from the bolt had stopped it from piercing deep, and the armorweave lining the clothing took up much of the impact, but Kian let out a gasp of pain from the burning sensation in his side. Kian struck out with his saber at the third bolt, sending it thundering back at the bounty hunter. Realizing he had to finish this fight, and finish it soon, Kian followed the bolt up with a blast of telekinetic energy, meant to hit the Sith like a punch in the gut and hopefully staggering him enough for Kian to close once more this time striking out in an attempt to cut the blaster in half.

 

[J3C0]

Palace-Inside
[member="Kian Karr"]

Blow after blow assailed him, first the kinetic round struck him in the chest, then the blow from the force hit him square in the gut. The wind was knocked out of him, and he felt his breath leave him. He wanted to curse, or scream, he wasn't entirely sure which. Instead he desperately reached out, pushing the blaster forward and trying to hit the Kel Dor in the fact with the butt of his gun.

Unfortunately, he had not seen the lightsaber.

The blade came slashed down, severing his hand and forearm in one swift movement.

“SHIT!” Ceran yelled, not even missing a beat. What would likely surprise the Jedi was that the Bounty Hunter didn't recoil in pain, he didn't grip the newly formed stump, and he didn't try to recover his hand. This was because Ceran was in fact an Icarii, a species that even through dismemberment could not die. Their nervous system did not feel pain in the normal humanoid way, and their circulatory system was designed in such a way that the removal of limbs and even organs, wasn't that big of a deal.

So, without a single moment of hesitation Ceran lashed out at the Jedi.

His free hand came up, grabbing at the overextended hand of the Jedi Knight, seeking to incapacitate his lightsaber. His newly formed stumped came back in a reverse and moved in for a heavy strike against the Kel Dor's face, and his leg moved between the gap of the Kel Dor's own, hopefully trapping him in place.

Cerans dismembered hand wiggled on the floor.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Walking to Comm Array
Objective: Darksides Will
Enemies: @Republic
Allies: @OneSith

So much destruction, Looking over the bodies of the dead the Gen'Dai could hear the sounds of battle no too far now. His Senses were superior and his bloodlust was too. His body 8'5 body carried all his Armaments, a Thick blood red armor like plateing was fused with his flash and glew a eerie blue in some spots. On his back was a giant black cloak . under his cloak was his favored weapon a Light-Pike of old Sith design, though hidden slightly it was a beautiful weapon. Apon his belt dangled his curved one handed Saber, a weapon he had gotten from a dead Acolyte and in the opposite direction rested his Dark GreatSaber newly repaired from a past battle. Each step he took made the ground shake slightly with his weight of 480+ lbs, a body of pure muscle and a Face of Death. Rested on his thigh a Combat Blade that looked more like a short sword compared to the Faithfuls Blade he was holding in his right hand and resting on his shoulder.

Those still alive or just barely froze in fear as they watch the Giant walk past them, Some wounded Soliders others wounded Zeltrons. It did not matter all of them shared one thing... Fear. The Looks fueled the Giant Gen'Dai and made his Fang filled smile turn wide. Raising one hand to his head he removed his hood and looked around with Crimson red eyes, the Darkside was not kind to him. His face was deathly pale and got dark around the eyes, a common for darkside users but the many veins of his species made his appearance almost mutated. He could hear the sounds of combat all over and it did not help him keep his calm state.

 

[Ellie Mors]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8LiapRDrYs[/media]​

Location: Streets of Zeltros
Allies: [member="Cypra Krum"], [member="Vargent Nordii"]
Enemies: [member="Avreet Zatarus"], [member="Nickolas Imura"], [member="Vyctora Romanov"]
Objective: Detain the Traitors
Music: HOLDING OUT FOR A HERO - FROU FROU


A flash of blue light illuminated the street where the blonde was standing, seamlessly blending in with the crowd - and it was from that moment that she realized the plans had gone to feth. A small group of people were running from something, someone, and a quick glance up to the sky gave reason to believe that the Republic had actually shown up in their full military 'glory', but what had drawn her attention was the feeling of fear that literally seeped from the very pores of the Zeltrons that fled from the source of the blue light. "Lightning." The Vahla muttered, moving towards the light, brushing aside people like a human would a fly with both her hands and a small application of telekinesis. As she approached the rear of the crowd, the whole of which was now on their way far from the source of the light, she reached out with the force again, this time feeling for the habitual darkness that nearly all Sith carried with them. What she had found were the ripples in the force that she could identify as four Sith, and no Jedi. This had almost been enough for her to turn around and continue walking towards her original goal, but the conflict she had begun to feel and the unease of two of the Sith had instead given her the impression that something was at work against the One Sith by those whom she could identify as their own. Trusting her own senses as a chosen of Vahl, Silara quickly applied the technique known as force speed and moved towards the conflict with due haste.

As the proximity she had shared with the others grew in closeness, she could make out the figures of two whom were seemingly back to back, but what caught her eyes was that of a Mon Calamari moving through the air with speed that easily rivaled her own with soundless acrobatics. Darth Veles. Again, this was not too strange to her, except that her eyes caught sight of the burning effects of force lightning in the same direction that her previous master had leaped toward, which would have came roughly from the same location of the Sith Lord. With narrowed eyes, Silara lifted her right hand to the collar of her jacket and pressed on something as she stopped in her tracks.

"Attention, all who have access to their comlinks. Darth Veles has left us. I repeat, Darth Veles has left us."​

No sooner had the words left her lips that she felt the sting of the realization of what was happening. She'd relayed the message to those in the One Sith whom had their comlinks on and were listening, but she was now to be faced with a duel against her own Master.

Mierin will be proud once she's done with this traitor.