The Sacking of Zeltros

[Darth Odium]

Zeltros City
Street Party
Aliies: [member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Seras Goto"]
Enemies:[member="Jericho"] [member="Flint Dexen"] [member="Ben Watts"] [member="Zaren Bouqi"] [member="Nagate Hei"]


The reek of the filthy little mammalian pheromones junkies that filled the air was an offense that even on his most tolerant of days he would be loath to let all of them live but in his current frame of mind....they needed to feel his hate. He sat on a low roof watching his "sister" Rosa be attacked and fought an internal struggle with wanting to see her deadand wanting to assert that she would die by his hand only and not light bearing Space Monks. He could sense their link below the swell of their combined power was hard to miss. He also knew they were sensitive beings, lovers of life, defenders of the light and were so utterly deplorable it hurt.

Zeltrons were sensitive too, very sensitive. That was why they worked to make everyone happy and mellow. Iy was why they reveled in love, enjoyment and constant relaxation. He was about to ruin a lot of that touchy feely drek and make a lot of little pink hippies cry. He stood slowly and dusted of his hands as he looked down on the terrible sorry excuse for a planet and raiseda hand. The million angry murdered spirits he had collected let out a chorus of screams and curses as he smiled and reached out to the innocent lives beneath him in the building....they reminded him just how hungry he was feeling. The terrible addiction to force drain that he often suppressed was nagging, constant, and now, he would being to fill it. Power rippled through him as he stretched out with invisible tendrils of life sucking power and touch a bright shinning life then quickly snuffed it out. Then another, then another, then as the hunger begged for restraint to be tossed aside he acquiesced and reached for multiple people until all at once he begain draining the building of cowering people until all together they began to die. Screams of searing pain, fear and panic filled the force as he enjoyed the surge of power and lives began to end but he knew he would not be satisfied, the hunger would not be abated. He prepared to expand the field of death until he had consumed everything...everything must die. He only hoped he would Kill Rosa and the jedi in the process or be put out of his misery before the world became not enough to fill the void where his soul should have been.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Cutting through the Inner Rim​

The transmission blipped on her private channel — and upon activation the giant Valkyrie manifested as a flickering blue figure.

“Something’s Amiss.”

“You’re going to have to be more specific.”

The oracle’s face was not amused, in fact Kiskla could see his thick lips twitch ever so slightly at the impudence of the Grandmaster. Being a seer was tricky business, and he didn’t often get to share his visions in much detail — which was a shame, because they were a visual art. He’s was working on speaking as if his eyes had their own voice, to be detailed with his descriptions. One could not rush perfection, but here he was, being rushed by some girl a century younger than he.

“The Sith are stirring.”

“Yes. We know.”

Absolute impudence. But he continued despite his want to give the Kiffar a smack. Too bad being virtual had its limitations. “In The Republic regions — the darkside is a clever, and powerful shroud. But The Force does not lie. There is an uncanny swell in the Inner Rim.” He squinted his golden eyes, the amber storm never stopping it’s chaotic swirl as he read The Force’s whispers like a fairytale. “The sinners are joining at the home of sin. Licentious whims will be torn between blood and lust.”

“I’m not following.”

“Zeltros, Grandmaster. Zeltros.”

“Gross.”

He offered a shrug and dismissed himself. To this, Kiskla dropped her arm and paid due attention to her training Padawan. His lesson for today was to do some historical readings (things Kiskla had skipped, and learned the hard way). Thankfully, they were already travelling via Spacecraft (oh, the convenience of it all) — and a short diversion was due, and doable. The lesson switched to keeping emotions in check, as their course was about to change.

Zeltros Atmosphere​

It didn’t take outrageously long for Crimson III to see the pink and golden gem that was Zeltros. It was a quirky looking planet, even from afar. As they reached the atmosphere, they met resistance.

“The capital is under attack! No inbound or outbound flights are allowed!”

“This isn’t your kind of party?” Kiskla asked, speaking back into the 2-way communicator while preparing for descension “-This is Jedi Master Kiskla Grayson — we’re the Republic’s reinforcements.”

“Then hurry up!"

The last time Kiskla had been on Zeltros was with [member="Carn Dista"]. How weird was that? He ordered blue milk at the bar — and had totally curdled the experience.

The Jedi training cruiser navigated over the top of the buildings, and already Kiskla was feeling a whoosh of emotional intoxication. Such emotions were not her forté---actually, no emotions were her forté. Poor [member="Marcello Matteo"].

"Son of a murglak," Kiskla breathed, leaning forward to look out the viewpane. "What the kark is that."
Below, amidst the squander, was a massive, 50 foot leviathan that was most likely the most foreign creature Zeltros could host. It was utter chaos, from what Kiskla could see and feel. She had already suited into her armour --- and increased the amount of air filteration the suit would provide her. She was absolutely terrible with feelings, and didn't need that distraction in addition to the norm.

Lithe fingers danged and set the ship to autopilot.

"Come on, we're jumping." Kiskla announced, turning from the cockpit and stalking to the front where she'd have to lower the ramp for their exit. They didn't have the time for a luxury like landing.

[member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Johnny Diamonds"] | @Glitter...​

 

[Avo]

Location: Zeltros Palace
Allies: [member="Uther Weiss"], [member="Kian Karr"]
Foes: [member="Ceran Moerelle"], [member="Darth Helios"]
Objective: Protect the King and Queen, serve the Light

Looks like he'd waited far too long to be able to go on the offensive now. Already black spears of darkness and ethereal smoke had began to form beside the Sith Lord, looming like a hurricane of evil soon to come. Projectiles. Lan noted. Telekinesis was such a great tool against projectiles and he pitied this white-skinned fiend for attempting similar tactics as the ones he had tried just moments ago.

While Lan was still entirely focused on the Sith standing before him, it didn't take much to predict what was going to happen in his next assault. So, before Darth Helios fired, the Jedi Master turned around and ran. That's right - ran, right back into the palace entrance room and summoned the Force to slam the massive double doors shut behind him just as the pair of darkspears struck.

Nothing wrong with withdrawing for a moment.

Lan smiled. "Looks like I'm a little hard to get, baby." He said to the pair of doors. And now he would wait for the Sith Lord to enter, taking the brief pause to slow his heart rate and suck in some air.

 

[Helios]

Location: Zeltros Palace
Enemies: Uther Weisshttp://starwarsrp.net/user/4578-uther-weiss/, Kian Karr, Lan Graendal
Allies: Ceran Moerellehttp://starwarsrp.net/user/2774-ceran-moerelle/
Objective: Eliminate the Light's Pawns - Murder Zeltros Royalty

Helios zipped his lightsaber upwards, catching nothing more than air as the Jedi retreated into the throne room. Fleeing Jedi was a norm during nearly every single fight Helios had been involved with during the last 3 to 4 years. Whether Lan was trying to avoid dueling or Helios himself, mattered little. Death was nigh inescapable, a notion that calmed the Sith Lord. One could run, even try to hide, but it was all a practice of prolongation. Why delay the inevitable? The pale-skinned Eldorai straightened and watched Lan as he entered the chamber and slam the door behind himself before yelling something incoherent from the other side. Jedi were silly creatures.

Half-opened eyes would place themselves on the massive double doors before Helios took a few steps back and ignited the remaining blade of his staff.

The darkside drew to the Eldorai like moth to flame, and without further delay Helios burst forward, his initial takeoff surely a blur to nearby onlookers. The double-doors at the end of the hallway drew itself larger and larger as Helios drew nearer. Helios pushed his left outward, sending forth an incredibly violent torrent of telekinesis. Twice, this was done - the first push acting as a hammer, bending the door inward towards Lan, and the second to annihilate any further resistance for his bombardment. Pulling his double-bladed lightsaber in front of himself, Helios violent rotated and slashed, as he jumped toward his handiwork, creating a buzzsaw of destruction as he tore through the damaged door - allowing his dual blades to free up his path as his lithe form went through the makeshift threshold.

Golden eyes placed themselves on the Jedi Master as he descended to the ground, a visage of total disinterest painted his face, although his stare was more cold and blank than one more akin to blatant, visual negativity. Helios advanced once more, deactivating his lightsaber and clipping it to his belt. One of his two sword was pulled from his right hip instead. In his remaining hand, Helios bore a hydrastaff which he pulled from his waist, where it could usually be seen resting when idle. Once within striking range Helios shot his left hand forward, commanding the weapon to attack - the result being five heads spitting venom towards the Eldorai's foe. His right hand moved with more indirect intent though as the Eldorai swung it horizontally across Lan's chest - though too short, a feint! Helios immediately twisted his wrist and simultaneously swung the sword vertically across the Jedi Master's abdomen, hoping to spill his guts on the palace floor. A golden eye then moved to the ground near his feet. It would be such a shame to ruin such a nice carpet.

 

[Serah Oricion]

[member="Sawa Ike"]

"How about you die?" He finally activated his saber, careful to keep his emotions only too himself so that he was the only one that could feed off them. He started getting closer, his hand turning his saber in a full circle before the other end also ignited and her begun to pick up speed as he focused on her words and cried out finally, bursting suddenly into a much faster run until he brought his saber down hard, before pulling back and bringing the other end of the saber up, looking to cut her in half then and there, one direction or the other. Especially after she had just mentioned Carliah, no one would taunt him over his love.

 

[Carliah Dakrone]

Carliah was a bit late to the party, but she made up for it with the pile of decapitated corpses surrounding her. Most of them were likely innocent people, but she didn't care. Her mind was too twisted by her torture for it to matter. Her head snapped around as she heard a familiar voice. She saw Yusan off to her left and screamed. "YOU! You left me to die!!! Me and your children! You left us to suffer at the hands of Darth Vornskr! Well luckily Darth Praelior took an interest in me and rescued me. She cared enough to make something of me after you left me to rot!"

She was furious, her rage causing a great disturbance in the air around her. Lightning crackled around her finger tips and she gripped her vibrosword harder. She would wait for him to make the first move. [member="Memorial"]

 

[Serah Oricion]

[member="Carliah Dakrone"] [member="Sawa Ike"]

He froze, every muscle unable to move, his strike never even coming near Sawa as he flinched at the words. His eyes turned on her, his breath lost, his words choking as he looked at her. His saber fell from his hand and his eyes went wide, forgetting about the battle, and about the Sith who had uttered the things done to Carliah... and now she stood there and she accused him of leaving her to die. "C-carliah, carliah you are free... you..." He started moving towards her, the scarlet in his eyes, the red that used to be full of anger and hate, the tinge of the crimson that he wanted to spill gone for the moment as he saw her. "Carliah, we need to leave, before you are taken again..." He tried to close the distance and hug her, not realizing she would cut him down and not care.

 

[Carliah Dakrone]

Carliah lunged at him when he started to walk towards her,swinging her vibrosword in an arc down at him. "I've nothing left to say to you!" she screamed, her strike aimed for his neck. Her rage granted her extra speed and strength so the strike would be difficult to dodge. Her entire body oozed rage and hatred for the man who had turned his back on her and her children. There was a time at the beginning of her apprenticeship where she hoped she could find Yusan and turn him to the darkside so they might be able to be together. Now, those feelings were gone. She felt only hatred for the man she once loved. [member="Memorial"]

 

[Serah Oricion]

"C-carliah." His body moved for him, almost completely without realizing that he had. But he reacted none the less and his body moved out of the blade's path and looking at it. "Carliah, stop this, i do not want to harm you, so please think about what you are doing before i have to do something i dont want to do..." He brought his sabers to his hands and he blinked, still not lighting his saber.

[member="Carliah Dakrone"]

 

[Carliah Dakrone]

She merely growled and struck at him again. Any hint of rationality had left her mind. She struck at him mindlessly, her body appearing to move on its own, fueled by her pent up rage. "Shut up! Just, shut up! This is your fault! It's all your fault!!! You made me this way! You left me alone! You didn't try to rescue me! You left me to die! I was tortured and you did nothing to stop it!" She paused briefly, biting the glove on her left hand and tearing it off, revealing her left hand, still covered in scabbed flesh from it being flayed like a piece of meat. She held it up making sure Yusan could see it. "I suffered being partially skinned alive and so much more because of you!" [member="Memorial"]

 

[Serah Oricion]

[member="Carliah Dakrone"]

"I didn't have a choice, there was nothing i could do at the time to save you. You were on a planet that i could never reach alone and the Republic could not help me. I tried Carliah, i tried..." He moved out of the way of each strike and tried to still reason with her. "I can get you healing, please, come with me Carliah. They can't stop you any more, they cant keep you from escaping, and i wont let any of them follow you. Please listen to me." He could only move that quickly for a decent amount of time, sooner or later he would need his saber.

 

[Carliah Dakrone]

"I don't believe you! You should have tried harder! You should have done more! If you had been the one to be taken I would have found a way to get you no matter what! I would have died to save you!" She lunged again, aiming to strike at his leg, trying to incapacitate him by any means she could find. She growled as she continued lashing out at him. "There is nothing left of the girl you fell in love with! She's as dead as if you killed her yourself, oh wait! You did! It's your fault she's gone!" Carliah laughed at him, a gut-wrenching, maddening laugh. There was no hiding her insanity now. [member="Memorial"]

 

[Kyla Foy]

Enemies: [member="Memorial"]
Allies: [member="Carliah Dakrone"]

Nick Gamastar was going through the entire group of troopers, they were dying like ants, that were being stepped on. He was getting closer and closer towards the more interesting types of fights. It was a sith acolyte, at least that's what he thought. The Miraluka woman was older than he was aswell as her opponent. He continued to go through the group till he was able to see the fight. "This is interesting" He thought. He sat by the side, being under a current sith illusion, looking like a seven year old that is wounded.

The sithspawn Graug, was taking care of the troopers while he just sat there with a smile on his face looking over towards the Miraluka and the what he presumed Echani were fighting. He just looked over her and wanted to see how it would go.

 

[Alan]

Location: Heading to palace
Objective: Prepare to repel Sith
Allies: Da good guys
Enemies: da bad guys



Tracyn began to drink deep from the wells of his own inner being, and the Solari crystal embedded in his saber. The force flowed through him, like a flare being dropped into a cave. Tracyn let it flow into his muscles and into his mind, clearing it- preparing it for the brutality of combat. He walked slowly, concentrating on the practice. The Knight had been doing it for so long, it was nearly second nature to him. He had been in combat nearly all his life- from the days of as a Mandalorian Super Commando, to a transition to a full-fledged Jedi Knight (and many who believed that he should be a Master- though he refused the rank every time). He began to recant the Jedi code and tenets in his head, as he further made his way towards the palace.




Meanwhile, Tracyn's presence began to loom over the palace, as the exile slowly made his way to the palace. And he felt everything- the confusion of the wounded, the anguish of the dying, the fear of the innocent- and the bravery of the Republic soldiers and Jedi who were fighting back against the Sith threat on the planet. And he felt another presence- sensing [member="Corvus Raaf"] nearby. Well, far away- but not entirely distant. Tracyn marched forward, hoping she fared well in the incursion.

 

[Serah Oricion]

[member="Carliah Dakrone"]

"Carliah..." She was crazy, he could let her get herself killed though, he wouldn't let her. Even if it meant having to hurt her. "Carliah, im sorry..." He said this in both what he was about to do and what he had failed to do. Then he started to drink in her hatred for him and the pain of those around him, he drank in the death that he could feel and a rage came over him as her tightened his grip on his saber and ignited both ends of the saber staff. For half a second he waited, gave her a moment to recover, gave her a moment to realize he would have given his life for her if he could... but when that didn't come he charged and spun the saber before bring it hard down in a arc aimed for her sword arm. He would disable her and take her prisoner if he could, he would not let the Sith hurt her any more now that he had his chance to free her.

 

[Carliah Dakrone]

Carliah growled, moving to the side to avoid the strike, it skimmed her arm, leaving a burn but no serious damage. She spun on her heal and aimed to slam the hilt of her vibrosword into the side of his head. She would follow this strike up with a downward cut at his neck again. "Sorry for abandoning me? Or sorry for being a failure?" She growled at him as she continued her relentless assault, dodging, blocking, and parrying his blows as she continued striking at him. [member="Memorial"]

 

[Serah Oricion]

[member="Carliah Dakrone"]

"For being a failure..." He stopped striking, and he jumped well out of her range, his saber also lowered for now as the rage still flared though. His hand raised slightly and his hand closed a bit and trying to then clench her arms close to her body. "Please, please listen to me and understand that things were impossible. If i had attacked and tried to save you, i would be dead and you would still be their tool." He would try and hold her with the force, if he was even able to in the first place that is.

 

[Carliah Dakrone]

She growled and struggled against his grip on her, managing to get free after a few minutes. "No! I don't believe you! I don't care! I... I... I HATE YOU!!!" she screamed at him. She didn't know why it pained her to say those words, but she shrugged it away. Emotions could be dealt with later, what mattered now was getting away from Yusan. She swung at his outstretched hand while spinning on one leg and aiming a kick into his side. [member="Memorial"]

 

[Serah Oricion]

[member="Carliah Dakrone"]

He caught the kick and the pain that came with it flared as he looked at her face. Without a second thought he threw her leg down, closed the distance and clenched her sword arm tight so that she could not use it. Then, he leaned in and kissed her, whether she would let him or not he did. "I Cant Hate you..."

 

[Catherine Romanov]

Location: Zeltros Spaceport
Allies: [member="Avreet Zatarus"], [member="Nickolas Imura"]
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Kana Truden"]

Vyctora had been watching the situation develop as she stood behind Nick silently albeit combat ready. When the Mon-Calamari Sith asked for a truce to hunt down the traitorous Dark Jedi, she totally expected Nick to ask for some sort of payment what so ever. That was the bounty hunter nature of him kicking in. While that was not her personal belief, she knew her master enough to expect it coming. Vyctora smirked when she saw the shocked expressions on the faces of the Jedi. It was priceless. Eventually, an ultimatum was issued, and Nick began to leave, following the other Sith known as Darth Veles, beckoning for me to come. I glanced at the two Jedi, and gave them a last mischievous smile before hurrying on behind Nick.