The Sacking of Zeltros

[Rosa Gunn]

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OOC: Its been 3 days since @Zaren Boqui's last post. Continuing without him.Let us know if you want to rejoin the fight.

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Zeltros City​

Street Chaos​

Allies: [member="Cordelia deWinter"] [member="Seras Goto"]​

Enemies: [member="Jericho"] for now, i'll deal with the rest of you later ​

When Jericho pulled, Rosa did not resist. Telekinesis was not her strength, so why waste valuable energy resisting something that was not life threatening. She slid forward. The gap closing, both sabers moving up to catch Jericho's incoming strike. The strength behind it jarred her arms, sent a shiver down her spine and brought a faint smile to her lips. The mask remained impassive and uncaring, hiding the truth beneath.

Rosa was in agony, writhing and screaming beneath the beast, but there was nothing she could do.

Head tilted slightly, she could see his face in detail now, highlighted by the flickering light of the blades above. Dark eyes, calm amid the storm that raged around him. But there was darkness in all people. Even the greatest Jedi held within them a seed of darkness, all it required, was a little nudge and some encouragement. "You should have stayed at home." she said softly. Then she attacked, not with the sabers in her hand, but with her mind. She sought to find the cracks in his psyche and to riddle him with pain.

 

[Lucifer Erebus]

Location: Communications Hub
Allies: [member="Lady Exedō"], One Sith
Enemies: [member=Camellia Swift], [member="Veino Garn"], and the Republic
Objective: Give advice on what is best with a nice side of blood to the Republic citizens, generously of course.

Lucifer continued down the hall right behind his unarmed zombie. This was beautiful to him, the smell of fear in the hall and the thickness of blood in the air, he could just gorge himself on these alone. But he had a mission to do, so he continued his way down the hall towards the central hub, he could sense that the other sith had been met by a Jedi and they had entered combat. Lucifer had wished he could've been there to feed his sword with the blood of the Republic and drench it in the force, but he had to settle for some small time soldiers. A couple more had been left to stall him for some time. They didn't last long. Lucifer deflected on of the blaster shots into a troopers chest, not killing but wounding him, then he used the force to disarm the other three men, pushing their weapons to the floor. He walked up to them and decapitated two of them, causing a bloody shower to shoot out and rain on Lucifer and his ghouls. The last trooper was to be turned into one of his minions, but the wounded one, he was fed to the zombies. Lucifer absorbed the blood from the two he had decapitated, using a skull as a cup, drinking to his hearts content while the zombies tore the last trooper limb from limb. But this wouldn't last, Lucifer knew he had to hurry before more reinforcements arrive and it was up to him to get the comms since the other sith was currently disposed.

Lucifer continued down the halls, but right when his minions turned the corner, they were mowed down by a flurry of blasters. Lucifer knew he must be getting close if the company had stopped, he cut out a piece of the wall to use as a shield again, but when he entered the hall a rocket came his way. Lucifer was barely able to shove it aside, but even then the concussive blast knocked Lucifer back and he had to crawl around the corner. He looked back, but all he could see was dust and smoke, but then suddenly he felt a pain in his left arm. It had been broken by the fall and several pieces of shrapnel had planted themselves inside of his chest. Lucifer knew he couldn't go through that launcher so he cut his way into the maintenance shaft of the building and limped his way to near the launcher. The dust would cover his exit and he hoped to ambush the Republic troopers.

 

[Garza]

Location: Streets Rooftops.
Allies?: [member="Vyctora Romanov"], [member="Avreet Zatarus"], [member="Silara Vantai"]
Enemies?: [member="Cypra Krum"], [member="Vargent Nordii"],
Objective: Figure out who turned?

It was when the Sith lord Launched lightning at the two, did I see who they really were. The two apprentices who I had fought earlier with. It was raining, and while I was stupid enough not to find out who was the real culprit, I watched as the Sith jumped up. Intending to kill the two apprentices. Veles was an assassin. A trusted member to some extent. but as I could hear over the coms of someone saying that Veles was going rogue, I decided that I was not going to stand there and do nothing.

With lightning flashing, I drew my saber and with a dash comparable to some as almost impossible, I had reached in front of the two Sith apprentices. The black glowing blade increasing my connection to the Dark side of the force, I used my left hand to hold back the lightning with the saber. my pistol was put away and by sending a force push as Veles, I tried to talk to him. "Whoa! These are two Sith I trust. Who are you to say they are Dark Jedi? They have proven themselves Sith of the Order that you once served!"

This was not turning out good. I may be caught in the crossfire with this, but.... There was one thing that I did not like. And that was the tainting of innocent names. These two did not disserve that taint. "Veles Stop now and we can talk. Go further and I will end you."

I was not about to let this man dictate actions of the apprentices he did not control. Looks like I can trust no one but myself once again.

 

[Catherine Romanov]

Location: Streets of Zeltros
Allies: [member="Avreet Zatarus"], [member="Nickolas Imura"]

As so it started. From her hiding spot, Vyctora crept out and witnessed the action. She saw the Miraluka, [member="Vargent Nordii"] struggling to climb on the fire escape as she was force-shocked by Darth Veles, and that was after the shots fired off from Nick's tri-barelled gun. Vyctora then noticed movement on her peripheral vision, and glanced over to see the human Sith apprentice [member="Cypra Krum"], attempting to make a quick getaway.

She ignored the fleeing one, seeing her as not the issue. She glanced over to [member="Vargent Nordii"], this Dark Jedi business was getting complicated. She hated complicated. Complications always leads to unnecessary trouble. She then heard a message over her com-link, that "Darth Veles had left us." She sniggered as she flipped her saber hilt while singing one of her favourite eerily haunting songs. She knew that these two acolytes weren't bad, but she didn't want to make a move before her master did. As soon as he did, she moved in for support.

Song name : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=urV8MIcLDFk

 

[Kian Karr]

Location: Palace
[member="Ceran Moerelle"]

Kian hadn't anticipated hitting the man in the arm, as the bounty hunter had shown a remarkable amount of speed thus far in their encounter, so when the lightsaber bit into flesh and took the Sith's hand off, Kian was a bit surprised. But what truly surprised him was the complete and utter lack of response from the Sith with the loss of his hand. Instead, the bounty hunter locked on to his lightsaber arm and struck forward with the bloody stump. Kian turned his face so that the blow would fall on the hard metal of his anti-ox mask. It caused the corners of the mask to dig in and cut his face where the mask was, but it would also hopefully hut the bloody stump as it collided with the hard surface.

Turning his lightsaber off to avoid any accidental injury, Kian released the lightsaber with his back hand and grabbed at the Sith as well, twisting in order to take the man off his feet. However, due to the foot planted between his own feet, the effect was to throw Kian off balance, and in essence, as they were tangled together, to throw the Sith off balance as well. Kian felt himself falling to the ground, but he held on tight to the bounty hunter, hoping to drag him down with him.

 

[Jericho]

Location: Zeltros Streets
Objective: Capture a Sith Lord
Allies: [member="Nagate Hei"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Layil"]


As let down his force on to hers, she returned and blocked his attack leaving them in a traditional saber lock. This was something he expected to happen, maybe this way he could talk her down. But alas, this wasn't going to be the case. With the glow of their sabers, their eyes locked and from that moment, he could feel her trying to pry into his mind. He continued his calm his own mind, but she was much for skilled than he was in this, she was able to tap into his mind and he could feel the darkness. From the deep buried memories entered the warrior's mind, being dug up to vivid visions.

He felt heavy, each breath long and exaggerated as though it might be his last. His saber dropped slowly from his hand only for his body to fall the same. The field was plagued with tall grass and bodies of the sith and republic alike. Jericho couldn't find the energy to pull himself up so he quit and laid there looking at the stars. He knew he was dying, but there were so many reasons he could think of that kept him from wanting to just survive. The feeling of not learning more for the sake of mastering himself overwhelmed him. The feeling of losing his master, overwhelmed him. The feeling of loneliness, overwhelmed him. The young jedi laid there, his mind filled with so much knowledge yet void of any true happy feelings and wsa dying at the age of young age of seventeen. His body covered with wounds from head to toe.

Water trickled over his face, his tears soon to be camouflaged by the rain. His heart was breaking and the heavens were acknowledging it. Lightning cracked through the skies and thunder began to engulf his ears. It was painful to say the least and all he could do was save his energy just to be able to breath. He watched the rain fall onto the dry soil and nourish the ground once more. "Shield my pain, my suffering. Shroud my existence in a dark veil and give my soul the peace it deserves." He said with the little energy he could muster upon himself. He could almost feel death's presence strike it's cruel stare upon his weakened form. A strong urge to cough emerged from her mouth and blood spewed out into the air. "Let my....soul escape....to force and to my master. Please just give me some peace amongst all this chaos." He cried out. The life was leaving he more rapid than he had expected, but he was still alive and feeling every painful breath. HE was never one to speak so much but he knew he was alone.

His eyes lightly shut hoping the lights will leave his pupils. The pain was too much for him to deal with, but the more he tried to pray for the end; the more the pain had worsened. The images of the battle and his master's grave plague his young mind. His emotions were ravaging his body as he started to feel nothing. It wasn't death's embrace, but the conflicting emotions he felt left him with nothing. "Let my existence be forgotten like it should have been. The earth shall hide the evidence, and the shadows will hide the truth." He said. He never thought he would speak those words, but now anything was possible. He could sit here for hours, maybe days to be tortured and ridiculed by death's gruesome touched. He energy quickly left him and he fainted once more, in hopes that it would be the last. Alone to be forgotten in the waves of ancient ruin.

A grunt was released from Jericho's lips, that was the first time he felt death's cold touch linger over him. Though it was not the fear of death that tormented him, it was dying without purpose, without gaining more knowledge, having the feeling of being unable to properly make friends, being unable to protect those people that day on the battlefield from the sith, unable to save his master and being so weak and wanting to give in so easily. So much regret, so much hate, so much loneliness, there was so much darkness within him it began to rumble within his person. So many overwhelming feelings.

His eyes darkened as he stared into the woman's eyes, it was impressive that she was able to rile him up like this, she was truly powerful in the dark side indeed. He would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't in a lot of pain; it was like old deep wounds were made a new on his body and mind. But Jericho was not truly a jedi nor was he a dark jedi or sith; he had a balance of both after years of training for sith hunting darkness and that memory was the beginning and finding his true self.

His calm nature and aura slowly began to fade and the darkside aura began to slowly take over. His body heat began to rise more than before, his robes began to singe with fire. As he kept her down with their saber lock, he raise his free and to create a dome of fire around them, that way no one else could be involved between the two. He knew not whether or not she was a shaper as well but if she wasn't he wondered just how long she would be able to with stand the heat. He wanted to just this tactic to weaken her physically and make her exhausted without really hurting her to capture her. But Jericho was never one to underestimate anyone, especially someone as powerful in the dark-side as her.

"Master Rosa...." He whispered to her as her mask shined in the fire while his dark masked gloomed. "I am sure Master [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] and the other masters miss you. I will take you back to the sanctum with me!" He said his voice grew from a whisper to a mighty roar. He broke the saber lock by increasing his speed and aiming a knee to her stomach hoping that would be enough to stop her mental attack on his mind.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

(It's been >24 hours. Moving on -- [member="Johnny Diamonds"]).

Kiskla’s armoured mask manifested from the collar of her armour and sealed over her face as she checked the filtration system once more.

The hatch lifted as the ship clumsily perused about the designated area. The seconds for departure were counting down-- and the massive creature below wasn't going to wait any longer. The girl crouched on the edge of the ship and the torrent of air slamming against the ship. She wasn't going to pull Johnny along with her --- as a learner, it was his decision to jump into the fray or to divert. Perhaps he'd even conceive a different way into the action.

Something had happened as she had been preparing the final checks. Kiskla’s objective had been [member="Darth Praelior"]’s massive Leviathan by the palace. Consider the objective met, but the ship was so small in comparison to the creature that circling it simply wasn’t an option. There was an impact, and the course immediately diverted.

The Jedi had been about to jump, and with the added stimuli, ended up prematurely tipping from the breech as Crimson II took off on a different route — attempting to adjust to what Autopilot had commanded.

The free fall was hardly enough time to orient herself with the new location, but managed to inspire something cat-like from her reflexes. Dual blades activated as her slender frame propelled toward the ground, landing amidst the confusion. From her body rolled an unfocused telekinetic wave that knocked at ankles to break people from their stances; before she’d reached the streets it was tangible that there was a very, very dark shroud about her — one that needed to be thwarted before they had the advantage of simply jumping on the blonde that dropped from the sky.

“My my,” Kiskla murmured — recognizing the heavy signature the monsters bore. Ansion came to mind. She stood, dual blades alive and humming as they whirred by her sides and she activated a prepared defensive stance “Something tells me the locals would need some stronger liquids for their beer goggles to warm up to you fellas.”

Yup. Right amidst the ever-handsome, and not terrifyingly hideous at all, Vornskr’ei.

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Darth Veles]

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

Veles felt his former apprentice's arrival, which did not please him. He did not need to fight yet another Dark Jedi. One of his eyes glanced at her, seeing the woman say something in the comlink in the exact same moment the device on his wrist beeped and relayed the message to him. What in the Void? After hearing the words coming from the comlink, the voice belonging to his former apprentice, Veles frowned, trying to comprehend what just happened. They were apparently trying to brand him a traitor, but what for? Attacking the Dark Jedi duo? Since Silara had no idea what happened, it was somewhat understandable that she misinterpreted what she witnessed, though it frustrated Veles she immediately told every Sith he went rogue. Sighing, the Mon Cal raised his own comlink to his lips and spoke. "To all Sith forces, this is lord Veles. There's been a misunderstanding concerning several Acolytes going rogue and Knight Vantai did not access the situation properly. Please ignore her until the problem is solved. Thank you, and have a wonderful evening." He said softly into the small device and turned to the Sith Knight, disappointed the man was suddenly so quick to change sides just because someone said so.

"Knight," Veles started, adressing the man calmly and lowering the blade so it did not point at the Sith, "I am a Sith Lord, former Voice of the Dark Lord. I have proven myself to be a Sith and a loyal member of the One Sith many times. Why do you protect the Dark Jedi? Why do you turn your back on the One Sith after being told I have left by someone who clearly does not understand what is going on here? If I am a traitor for releasing the power of the Dark Side upon one of the Dark Jedi in an attempt to neutralize her, then you are guilty of treason as well... for shooting at them earlier."

His head turned in the female Knight's direction. "And you, Knight, please take your time and at least pretend you try to understand what is happening before you draw conclusions and brand me a traitor. Unbelievable." Sighing and shaking his large domed head, the Sith Lord turned his attention back to Imura. If the Sith around joined the Dark Jedi, he would not have other choice but to seek another Sith Lord to help him combating the rogues. Veles doubted he could take on two Knights and three Acolytes at the same time.

 

[Ellie Mors]

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[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Vpx6Hhzbjs[/media]

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Location: Zeltros Streets
Allies: At this point, who knows.
Enemies: Naive Emotions
Objective: Which to Bury, Us or the Hatchet?
Music: Which to Bury; Us or the Hatchet? by Relient K

Life for the Vahla after she was shoved away from her master's tutelage became difficult extremely fast. Not much more than a week after her promotion to knighthood her master at the time, [member="Avreet Zatarus"], had quite literally dumped her not quite unlike the way she'd been dumped by a multitude of men in her life. The difference? He'd chosen a replacement for her, given her little choice, and then sent her up to this replacement, this Darth Mierin, and sent her to the worst night of her life. She'd been subjected to torture that no one should ever have to face, she was broken, picked up, and then broken again. She'd heard of the struggles of the Sith, she'd heard of their cries and whining, their fething moans and karking groans of incompetency. Even Veles had an angst filled past like those that she disliked. The difference? She had, for a time, a soft spot for the Mon Calamari - at least until the night she'd gained the lightning-induced scar that now snaked its way up her right thigh to the center of her chest.

No, she was angry with him, and the anger she felt had long since been left dormant. Silara's quiet rage that was bottled up within her had not even begun to froth and rise to burst when she'd realized whom the Sith Assassin was targeting, nor had it even threatened to boil when he had lied to her and every other Sith of the Order. She could have forgave him for that - after catching up to him. But what had pushed her over the edge was the sarcastic drip that literally grated at her soul when he spoke of her as if she was nothing - no, less than nothing. He'd spoken of her as a title, and as a title that held no meaning, as if it weren't earned. As if she hadn't tried with every fiber of her being to earn his fething adoration, as if she hadn't struck out and tried to fight both a master of the Dark Jedi sort and a Leviathan on her own. It was as if every karking thing she'd done for him was just a boasting from a child trying to please their parent - that parent not ever wanting the child to begin with. If there was ever something that stung more in her entire life, ten fold that of Mierin's punishing lightning, it was the belittling of her by her old master, and it brought small tears to her eyes as her face turned a hue of pink. Lips opening to speak, words failing to coherently leave her, Silara took an awkward step forward, her small hands curling into balls with each step as she made the expression of one whom was both analytically studying something and confused, the face of someone both hurt and lost. She'd felt this before, when she killed her mother, but this time it hurt.

Maybe she didn't vocalize her feelings to other Sith in fear of humiliation at the hands of their mocking voices, but she'd made everything clear with him. She'd bonded with him, given her mind up to him willingly - allowed him to intrude in her deepest of sanctuaries that she oft dwelt in her mind. If there was ever a feeling that came as close to being emotionally traumatized as being cheated on by the closest of lovers, [member="Avreet Zatarus"] had succeeded in finding and exploiting it. For a moment she just stared, her head slowly tilting to the side as her jaw slackened.

Spoiler: @Mentions

[member="Vyctora Romanov"], [member="Nickolas Imura"], [member="Cypra Krum"], [member="Vargent Nordii"]

 

[Kana Truden]

Location:
Zeltros Spaceport
Allies:
[member="Corvus Raaf"]
Mentioning:
[member="Darth Praelior"]

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“Balaya.” Kana said blankly with a quick nod. “Though it’s not what I’d have wanted to do we should leave the spaceport.”

Kana had to block out the pheromones. If that meant she had to do like the original Corvus and block out all outward emotion then so be it. Not that she actually did but focusing on the task at hand had always worked for Kana when it came to these things. For now that meant getting out of the spaceport in an effort to locate Balaya and bring her to justice.

If not her then maybe there was something else Kana and Corvus could do, for now the spaceport was a ghost town and it would be pointless for them to hang around.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

"Balaya," Corvus repeated and her hand moved involuntarily to touch the shoto, swinging from her belt.

Picking up the pace, they made their way to where the Sith's indominatable Force presence showed them where she was.

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

 

[Garza]

Location: Streets Rooftops.
Allies?: [member="Vyctora Romanov"], [member="Avreet Zatarus"], [member="Silara Vantai"]
Enemies?: [member="Cypra Krum"], [member="Vargent Nordii"],
Objective: Figure out who turned?

Standing in front of the two converted Jedi, Supposed converted Jedi, I continued to hold my saber up even when the force lightning had ended. He spoke into his com link, speaking about how there was a mix up. Not a few seconds later, the Sith started to measure up himself as being a Voice of the Dark Lord. Saying that I was the traitor. I growled with my teeth stuck together, not moving or budging.

"Tell me Former voice. What is it that they did for which they would be called traitors? Surely that should be simple for a voice of the Dark Lord." Taking my saber I lowered it just a little. Still protecting the two Dark Jedi. I wanted to find out who was wrong, and who was right. "Speak as a voice should and prove that these two are the ones who are worth the kill. And as a voice, Surely you would know that we do not kill without a trial by the CURRENT voices of the Dark Lord."

 

[J3C0]

Palance-Inside
[member="Kian Karr"]

Fall he did, but he fell onto the Jedi Knight, meaning he had the advantage.

Ceran pressed this advantage and as he fell he raised his leg, driving his knee into the Kel Dor's chest and hopefully knocking the wind out of him. His grip on the Jedi's wrist tightened and he wrenched his hand to the side, hoping to break the bones inside of the mans wrist. Finally his stump came down again, hopefully breaking the Kel Dor's mask.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Graaaaaaayson!"​

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The harsh guttural growl rose above the thrum of violence and battle, but it came not from the Sith Lord whose namesake was all over these vile monstrosities and hooded servitors. No, it came from atop the smoldering ruins of a nearby structure, the owner of said voice rising above the rubble in all of his terrible glory. He wore a set of medium grade armor that covered most of his chest, legs, and arms, but his hands, feet, and head were left exposed. The clawed toenails of his feet dug into the shattered permacrete that lined the narrow streets of the capital city, and the dim and distant sun reflected off of the blood-slicked blade that replaced his right fist. He threw back his head and released a blood-curdling chuckle as he stood before the Jedi Grandmaster, all while the monstrosities created by the vile Vornskr'ei continued to close in around her.

"I had wondered if you have even shown up at all, Grayson, but at last the master's favorite play-thing has arrived."

As he literally spat those words out from his tusked, slobbering maw, the surrounding building tops became filled with smaller, but equally armed and dangerous, Graug warriors. Their bodies were warped and twisted by dark magics, intricate runes branded into their putrid flesh to create horrific patterns of madness and depravity. Not all of them had their limbs replaced with weapons, but those that did sported a mixture of swords, axes, and hooks in lieu of a proper weapon arm. However; none of them compared to the monster that called out to the Grandmaster, and from his larger frame and position among the warriors it could be assumed that he was their leader, at least underneath the command of the true villain here.

"I am Malgrog, Warchief of the Graug, and I am here to deliver you to my master alive or broken! Take her!"

And like that, they descended upon her.

[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

 

[Darth Veles]

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

"They are Dark Jedi who have succumbed to insanity and instead of following the objectives, they have decided to go on a murderous rampage. What else do you want to hear? They are liabilities, doing the One Sith more harm than good and giving all proper Sith a bad name. Do you want the Dark Jedi to plague the Sith, do you want to give them more power they already cannot control, do you want to allow them to raise apprentices that will be just as insane as them and watch as the true Sith die out because of their stupidity? We, Sith, are strong. We have no need of weak-minded imbeciles, some faulty products of the Jedi." The Sith Lord stated.

"And, my dear Knight, if you know the ways of the Voices so well, why have you not voiced your concern before? Why have you followed me without question or hesitation, why have you fired your weapon if we do not kill without a trial?"

 

[Garza]

Location: Streets Rooftops.
Allies?: [member="Vyctora Romanov"], [member="Avreet Zatarus"], [member="Silara Vantai"]
Enemies?: [member="Cypra Krum"], [member="Vargent Nordii"],
Objective: Figure out who turned?

I shook my head. The Sith lord said that they were rampaging in the streets. That was part of the objective for this mission. To cause havoc and to destroy the city. I decided to answer everything at once. "Veles, The objective was to lay waste to the city. They are doing their job. If they could not do anything with the objective, then they were to stop parties, ruin the lives of the Zeltros inhabitants. You must not have gotten the memo. I followed you before because I believed you to have evidence in their crimes against the one Sith. Not the people. You know that all cannot old their anger as well as you. Let them expend their strength, and stamina how they wish."

I looked to the other Knight, Seeing clearly that she was not a person that was happy about this at all. "Deal with him how you wish, but don't bring other lives to the table. If you wish to do something to Veles, then stand up for your own hide." Turning to the two Sith behind me, I spoke to them in a whisper, "Stay close. There is still more to be done."

 

[Darth Veles]

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

Darth Veles could not believe what he was hearing. Was insanity the future of the One Sith? Decisively shaking his head, he spoke again. "You are wrong," he stated, remaining calm, "Our goal is to paralyse the city by sabotaging important infrasctructure and instill fear upon the population by doing so. They will hardly fear us if they're dead, and everyone in the galaxy will see we did not even give them a chance to join us. Their deaths give us nothing. There is no benefit in it! It will only send us back when everybody believed the Sith to be cruel barbarians. We have done so much to repair our image! Building schools and orphanages, giving work to our subjects, helping our citizens. We were just few steps away from replacing the Jedi and taking their power! And now," his voice started showing signs of frustration, "All is ruined, thanks to bloodthirsty retards who simply cannot cross the street without killing someone. What is wrong with you?"

Taking deep breaths, he considered his options. Fighting seemed futile, yet it would have been a good way to die. With honor, as a true Sith. Veles did not want to die knowing his beloved Sith Order devolved into a cult of lunatics. No, he had to live today so he could fight tomorrow. "I quit. I refuse to work with Dark Jedi." He muttered, turning off the lightsaber in his left hand and bending the light around himself, disappearing into shadows. His presence also vanished, leaving no trace of the Mon Calamari.

 

[Cordelia deWinter]

Zeltros City
Street Party
Aliies: [member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Seras Goto"] [member="Darth Odium"] [member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies:[member="Jericho"] [member="Flint Dexen"] [member="Ben Watts"] [member="Zaren Bouqi"] [member="Nagate Hei"]
Objective: Play a little game

That smirk under her mask would linger, and a turn of her body would allow the cable to pass by her undisturbed, save for the whisper of it sending cut strands of pale white hair fluttering to the ground.

The strike aimed for her heart would not strike true, instead her hand rose as the Force would bloom in a telekinetic rush of energy. It would seize the blade midair, as if caught by an intangible hand, left there to tremble as the very edge of that sharp tip would scratch the surface of her palm, slicing a red line across the pale alabaster skin.

Unmoved, those violet eyes would seemingly peer at the padawan intent on killing her.

"How curious..." she'd murmur in a low hush, pondering the ironies of such deadly intent for those who claim to be the Guardians of the Galaxy.

Her eyes would take on a rich lavender glow, ethereal in light as the mentalist would weave horrors upon the younger man. What fears lay within his psyche? What tortures of guilt and times lost? What demons he'd fought to gain a measure of peace?

In this she would lead him into a walk of Torture of Chagrin, mentally reaching into the his mind, with every intent to force him to relive all the worst memories of his life, both painful ones and ones that were merely embarrassing, over and over and over again to the point where it almost seemed to cause physical pain.

 

[Alan]

Zeltros City​

Streets, yo​

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[member="Cordelia deWinter"] gon get it​

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[member="Nagate Hei"] and company, will get help.​

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A sharp whistling sound was followed by the clearing of dust, and the slow movement of Tracyn's form as he moved through the area, passing by fleeing civilians and cowering innocents as they looked helplessly onto the fight at hand. Tracyn narrowed his eyes when he felt the dark side being probed into the young boy's mind, and the bright orange blade of the Solari crystal lit up, casting the Ashlan aura over the vicinity, before returning to him like a beacon. He stared at the Sith girl, pale in her complexion and ice cold in her nature.


"Pick on someone your own size."


With that, Tracyn gathered the force into his hand, drawing from the light side of the crystal, and forced it out into his hand, into a powerful and targeted force burst- straight for [member="Cordelia deWinter"]. The blow would not be powerful enough to rip her to shreds, or even significantly damage her. It'd take too long to gather enough strength to do so. Tracyn simply meant to jolt her, and possibly throw her around, hoping that the fall would hurt more than the impact. The blue missile-like entity shot towards her, a frightening speed and with lethal precision and accuracy. Tracyn was well versed in the art, being that he only focused on that and physical enhancement with the force- making him a particularly nasty melee combatant, on top of his mastery of Teras Kasi.



"Flee now and I won't have to hurt you anymore."

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

Location: Swifts Ship
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Camellia Swift"]

The resistance on the ship was proving dangerous as Balaya stood tall in the fire control are and her talon came away from the one fire control engineer as she extended a hand. The spell rippling as she spoke. "Fire upon the space port sections now." The spell making him scream as she aimed the flamethrower at the group coming to fight her, without the armory to access some of the late responders were using weapons they picked up from the fallen while Balaya suppressed the mans thoughts to control his actions. He was doing as needed, but it was only some of the guns, firing on a part of the spaceport and she could feel more, she could feel Corvus and saw her through the familiars eyes.

There was Kana as well and Balaya moved squeezing the throat of the man while she walked, with the vongspawn on the ship she could do as needed and her familiar was flying around. The hydra blown up and killed with Camellia's ship suiciding itself so they went together and damaged more of the spaceport, she was going towards the hanger of the ship and stood there just leaving it opened. The hand cannon firing into the door and controls to seal the ship with the crew and the virus inside while she sat there feeling out with the force to give her aura to allow them to follow and find her. She had been overrun at the space port but here on the ship they could have provacy and throwing them off the ship would be fun.

Location: Streets of Zeltros
Allies: One Sith [member="Vargent Nordii"] [member="Cypra Krum"]
Enemies: [member="Titan"]

The large soldier was a brute as the glycon fell, his ammo and everything spent as Elara watched on from the shadows. She had a gun and blade sure but there were graug looking on as they walked forward seeing watch erupt from the tunnels they had made. The Republic was flooding the streets with water while the massive beasts moved in the mud letting their heavy boots prevent them from slipping, the few soldiers around them that ran losing traction and one smashed his face on a section of ground his body going limp. One of the large graug withdrew a knife.. (graug sized knife) to go and face the beast Titan in hand to hand combat. Elara was looking at the other confrontation and her masters familiar landed on her shoulder to watch as she heard Veles.

The small girl moved around quickly avoiding the more obvious sections to leave her open and set the familiar down where her master could work the most damage. "It is ready." She could feel it then, her master was meditating and in a place she could focus, that growing of power and presence from the ship in the distance she could feel here in the familiar while speaking low and holding a hand up, she made sure there was going to be a show while two graug protected the stairs leading up to her and the glycon tore through the streets below. The beast tearing up a group of soldiers as it tunneled up out of the ground behind Titan and his men smashing them before charging into a building and rambling over the ones there. Elara clenched her fist.

"Mediis tenebris cadit e caelo, Et quod omnis lux tenebrae dies, Cupimus cordibus et mortem, Per manus ... nigrum, quod mortui resurgent!"

Location: Palace
Allies: One Sith [member="Darth Helios"] [member="Carliah Dakrone"] [member="Taeli Rae"] @Starweirds @Glitter
Enemies: Republic [member="Memorial"] [member="Camellia Swift"]'s forces
Objective: Swat flies, scream and destroy

The starweirds were moving through the palace, battle erupted and with the golden ropo summoning them they went from soldier to soldier, the lack of energy shielding and fighting them making their interest become dangerous when they screamed and screamed. The roar from the large leviathan as it wrapped one of the pincers around the palace as ships shot at it provided were going towards what was between it. The palace while the large glitter used the palace as a shield and its path of destruction smashing a section to expose areas and people. The republic forces on the ground going at its tail as the leviathan roared bringing a massive hand down on the roof. It sent debris and chunks of palace away exposing people to grab and take for its food.