Those Who Dwell Beyond the Veil(Invite)

[Teagan Jarhn]

Soft brown eyes watched Soliael leave and she was only steps behind, however, she was stopped short as Ithari commanded his droid to protect Amore and herself. A single dark brow rose as the 'God' moved past her, heading off to do his own part in subduing the Aing-Tii. She looked back at Amore for only a second, a small smile on her lips as she nodded to the other woman, then she was gone. If Ithari's droid made a move to stop her, Teagan was unaware of it as she dashed down the corridor to catch up to Soliael.

Walking briskly at his side she said nothing, only glanced up at him every so often as though she were expecting him to give her a command.

@[member="Jacen Cavill"] @[member="Soliael Devin Talith"] @[member="Amorella Mae"]

 

[Ereza]

"Subdue them?" Amorella blinked, brow knitting upwards, "but don't we-"

It made no sense. Weren't they trying to win the favor of these creatures? The connotative meaning behind those orders didn't suggest to the Priestess that they were moving with any peaceable intent. Then why, she thought as she watched the men and Teagan leave, did they need me?

Amore watched them go before looking over at Mar unsmiling.

"I don't understand..." she said fretfully, never thinking for a moment that the droid wouldn't respond. The hanging silence weighted her lips into a deeper frown, seeming to pull her heart into an aching, heavy thud. With a strained breath she turned and walked to stand before the viewport, eyes watching the strange organic ship as it drifted by, mind saturated by worry.

Doubt and fear will lead you nowhere but down. They fog your mind - you must be able to think clearly, Amorella. The voice of her mother as spoken a year ago on her debut within the Senate echoed briefly through her thoughts. You must be able to act without refrain of the present so that you can secure the future with clarity of the consequences of your words and decisions. Understand that everything you say and do has the potential to affect billions. It is your job and your ability to know this. You are no mere mortal, you are capable of seeing the right path to take.

Focus.

The Priestess closed her eyes and drew a steadying breath, filtering the buzz of concern and anxiety from her thoughts.

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Soliael moved through the ship with purpose. Most of the servants had cleared out to their rooms as soon as the alarm went off, they knew what it meant. The god of knowledge roamed the halls, he had no idea where he was actually going since he had no idea where the Aing-Tii had decided to pop up. He knew however that none of them would expect what was coming next.

Slowly the Sith Lord rounded another corner, coming face to face with one of the strange tentacle faced aliens. Almost as soon as the creature spotted him it let out a loud menacing screech. Instantly Soliael could tell that it knew what he was. It knew that he was tainted, that he was born of the darkside and a threat to everything that the Aing-Tii stood for. Before the alien could take action however Soliael was already on the move.

The pale orange of his right eye was obscured for a split second as a line of pure blackness crossed his iris. In an instant black lines of unrefined hatred and darkside energy jumped from Soliaels palm. The tendrils of darkness bit into the Aing-Tii, worming their way beneath the creatures skin and causing unfathomable amounts of pain.

Before the alien had time to run, attack, or do anything else it lay unconscious on the floor. This was the only way to subdue the Aing-Tii, take them down before they had the opportunity to run.

With a grim expression Soliael stepped over the strange alien, marking it for pick up by servants and continuing on through his vessel to go find more.

 

[Jacen Cavill]

Snap-Hiss

The crimson bar sprung to life, and Ithari allowed the darkside to flow through his muscles. His particular gifts were in enhancement, and every fiber of his being was soaking in the dark he was bathing in. Hatred was the core emotion that powered him, and it was what had elevated him so. In the eyes of his former peers, and in the eyes of those who had given him the position of "God." Surging with the Force, he simply walked, his black armor clinging to the underlay he wore. Crimson robe over his black helm, the cape fell behind him to his ankles. His imposing form blotted out the narrow hallway he was in, and any that were loyal to him simply got out of his way.

It was either that or die for not moving, Jacen had fully embraced the title of Ithari and all of what that meant.

Piercing screams met his ears, even coated in durasteel at the moment. Rounding the corner he saw his tentacle faced opponents, a pair of them. Seeing his chance, he moved. Not in the normal sense that one without the darkside could perceive. Ithari simply took a step and enhance his speed only achievable by a few. The distance closed, his armored hand wrapped around the throat of one Aing-Tii. Across from him it's fellow screamed again as his lightsaber went through it's stomach. Wasting not a second, Jacen's ears were flooded with the sounds of crunching bone and flesh tearing as he utterly crushed the throat of the one he was choking while bringing his blade up through the head of the other.

Where three had been standing, only one marched on. The Force revealed the way, and he kept walking towards it. There was work to be done, and more to kill.

@[member="Soliael Devin Talith"] @[member="Amorella Mae"] @[member="Teagan Jarhn"]

 

[Teagan Jarhn]

As far as she was concerned Teagan felt as though she were doing a miserable job as Soliael's personal guard, however, given the current situation she wasn't entirely sure what she could really do. He did not wish to kill the Aing-Tii as that was counterproductive to converting them, but she could not really combat them. In this instance all she could do was follow her Lord like a puppy, a puppy that desperately wished she could do more for him.

As they happened upon more of the strange aliens she took up the task of marking the fallen creatures for the servants to take to the cell that had been specially constructed for the creatures.

@[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael was a cold seething rage as he wandered through the ship looking for more of the Aing-Tii. They never expected him when he rounded corners, before they could eve do anything Soliael would be beneath their skin, literally choking the oxygen from their lungs. Before long he had knocked out nearly half a dozen Aing-Tii. He was quick, methodical, and cold. Behind him followed a wall of servants that picked up the strange alien creatures and brought them down to the hangar bays.

It was another hour before Soliael had finally made his way through the entirety of the ship, clearing it of every single Aing-Tii and making sure that none were left onboard. It was when this task was done that he finally relaxed. The set of his jaw came undone and the edge to his voice slowly disappeared. He became more relaxed as he realized that his plan was coming together...until he saw something else.

As he walked towards the hangar he came upon a corpse, one that belonged to an Aing-Tii. Instantly he was filled with rage. Jacen, it had to have been Jacen. The idiot had been told not to kill, and yet here lay a dead Aing-Tii. Rage like never before welled up within the Sith Lord. He wanted to break the other god, kill him and slaughter his followers. He wanted to feed him the dead Aing-Tii's hearts. Soliael roared with anger, struggling with controlling it.

Wildly he lashed out, denting the wall next to him. The ship creaked slightly but other than that did nothing.

With a seething heart Soliael wandered through the halls of his ship. He said nothing as he passed servants and soliders, silently he made his way towards the hangar bay. There in a semi-circle sat 8 unconscious Aing-Tii in a circle. Soliael did not acknowledge them, instead turning to one of the servants.

“Get my Priestess Mae down here, and Ithari as well.” Soliael spoke with a cold rage, anger still within him.

 

[Ereza]

Content and clear within her meditation, the young Priestess allowed her reservations about the mission lift away. Her mind felt calm, open to the energies surrounding her and the knowledge that remain in the ether of the Force. Images drifted through her subconcious eye though she couldn't be sure if they were offered from external sources or simply conjured up by herself and what ghost of emotions she felt. Ithari's anger and rage was palpable, and brought visions of slaughter to mind. Neth's hunger for knowledge was strong as well, though all she saw was a shadow overtaking the halls. There were bodies moving throughout the ship, appearing without preamble like a flower sprouting from the earth where none had been the day prior. Anxiety permeated her heart, but it felt foreign and not her own. The crew's perhaps, and it grew stronger as she sensed someone approaching the bridge.

Amore opened her eyes moment before the lift gate hissed open.

"Priestess!" came a hurried shout, "Neth has summoned you to the hangar bay. Please hurry, he is most angry."

The woman turned a frown upon the man, glancing shortly to Mar who remained as steadfast and silent as ever, "Lead the way," she offered, and followed him back into the lift with Mar hot on her heels as he was commanded.

"What's happened?" she asked as the lift gates opened again, expelling them onto a floor she'd only traveled once. Her steps remained hurried to keep up with the Crewman, and she glanced back once to watch the hulking form of Mar duck through the lift doors. It wasn't strange to have the droid following her - before Exocron Amore had traveled with her Noghri Body Guard Kefka as a constant shadow and companion, what was strange was the way the thing moved and it's looming, menacing red eyes. She shivered reflexively and tried to put her thoughts back at the current task.

"They've taken the Aing-Tii to the hanger. A few were found dead, The Keeper is very upset with Ithari."

"I don't understand ... what does he need me for?"

"I don't know, he didn't say, but I'm not about to question a God."

Smart man, Amore thought to herself grimly. She swallowed and wrung her hands within her sleeves nervously. Having never dealt with an angry Soliael, the Priestess wasn't sure what to expect. They strode down a long hallway that brought them through a side entrance of the hangar bay. Despite the congregated crew it was difficult to miss the arrival of the Priestess escorted by none other than Ithari the Bloody's personal guard. Spying Neth towards the center Amore took a deep breath, thanked the Crewman and stepped through the crowd, Mar for the meantime continuing to follow like a strange, beastly geist.

"Your Holiness, you called for-" blue eyes immediately fell upon the unconscious Aing-Tii and the few fallen and dead off to the side. She felt her breath leave her, barely capable of uttering a meek "-me?"

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael stood within a circle of Aing-Tii monks. He sat and stared at them all, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythmic pattern. He had ever before felt such a cold rage, it washed over him like a tidal wave. His eyes were twisted, his pupils almost matching the color of his iris. The black specs that had appeared only once or twice a day now seemed to fly across his eyes every second.

The false god did not notice the arrival of his aunt, only the lack of his fellow god. Anger welled up inside him even more at the mans dodge of him. Ithari knew he had done wrong, he knew he had gone against Neth's wishes and now the man sought to evade him. Slowly with deliberately heavy steps Soliael walked over to the closest Aing-Tii. He looked down at the creature, and it looked up at him.

He had long since severed the creatures from the force. It was a skill he had learned from one of Moridins journals, temporarily taking the force from someone. With the unconscious Aing-Tii it had been simple, and now maintaining it took hardly a thought.

Soliael stared at the alien creature, his rage directed at the strange alien. The Darkside of the force welled up inside of him. He began to channel it, the energy flowing to his palm until it began to glow a dark red. An aura formed around his hand, and slowly he moved it towards the alien. The Aing-tii squirmed on its knee's, flinching away from the palm and desperately trying to get away. It was too late however.

The False God touched the Aing-Tii's distinct forehead, and almost immediately it began to warp. A loud almost guttural scream escaped the alien as the darkside took hold on the creature.

Its tattoo's began to warp, its skin began to shift, and its tentacles suddenly went limp. The Aing-Tii changed almost immediately before the eyes of everyone, and in an instant the monk lay on the floor, writhing in pain. Soliael looked a the creature, knowing that it was but the first. Slowly he turned his gaze on the next Aing-Tii, and with determined steps he moved towards it.

 

[Ereza]

"Wait!" after watching the horror before her eyes Amore could take no more. The Priestess moved with unimaginable speed, her Garhoon heritage enabling her to do so, and was suddenly standing over Neth's next target. Those gathered watched with growing curiosity and even confusion. Only the Gods moved that quickly ... and who was this Priestess to defy the desire of one of them?

"Neth," she breathed, face white with shock as she threw a hand up to stop him, "please don't do this!" In her terror, with adrenaline coursing her veins, the powers of the Force of which she'd never truly unleashed in public began to manifest themselves around her as a strange, calming glow of pale blue light. Amore would be lying if she said she wasn't fearful of his rage for this, but as she glanced around at the eyes ever intently watching her now she decided to go to extreme measures.

"Implore your sister, Inari," she frowned, slowly rising from her defensive stance over the Aing-Tii and moved to carefully approach The Keeper, "you are better than this, wise brother. Stave this suffering, there must be a better way."

"Inari...the Reviver..." a Priest spoke from nearby, "she has come to take the mantle of Erebos!"

Standing before her nephew Amore reached towards him with hands that she could hardly keep from quaking. They touched upon his chest and she looked up to him with a gaze that begged his forgiveness, "Soliael..." her voice was barely audible as she searched his own gaze, "what's happened to your eyes?"

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael stared at his aunt for a few silent moments. Raged still welled up inside of him. He had made his way through four of the six Aing-Tii. They had been corrupted with thought, turned into nothing more than slaves to the words of Moross. He did not regret doing it, he had to in order to convert them. Perhaps he had been too harsh, but he hardly cared.

For a few seconds he struggled to understand Amore's words, he did not comprehend what was happening. The world spun around him, the words of the priest were lost on him and for a split second he became dizzy. His chest rose and fell as he felt Amore's hand upon it. The rage that welled up within him began to calm itself, the murderous intent that had been behind his eyes faded and seemingly the calm of his normal being returned to him.

Finally he heard words once again. He stabilized himself, looking around at the faces within the cargo hold.

The priest standing behind Amore, chanting and raving about the coming of the Goddess Inari. The Aing-Tii that had been corrupted now standing at their full height, already consoling their unscathed brothers, infecting them with the lies of Moross. Most of all however he saw his aunt, and the concern in her eyes. All of the noise faded into one thing, Amorella's voice. He heard the words, and did nto understand them.

My eyes? Whats wrong with my eyes. Suddenly for the first time Soliael saw one of the black specs. It startled him, and he almost jumped back. A deep frown set on his face as he looked about the room again. He didn't know what the spec was, and right now he didn't care. He had accomplished something great here, even if it had been born of cruelty.

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