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Darth Vyle

Zetrove couldn’t hope to keep up. Every action he took was met with the pair of Jedi simply teleporting between one another. He couldn’t understand how they were so coordinated. They moved like they were both high end assassin droids controlled by a central computer. Not only that, but now the woman Jedi was reversing the effects her hulking friend tried to implement. Another hex, this time even worse than before. Heat management was already a concern for the cyborg and his body. Freezing simply removed his mobility, it didn’t destroy him.

The effort his body was already giving, mixed with the correction prior by the silver hair companion, and now the Jedi’s new hex on him. Zetrove’s rapidly began to overheat. Shock filled his eyes before he stepped away. Internally systems flashed him warnings of excessive temperatures. It felt like he was on fire, even though he wasn’t. How could he cool himself down?

Dropping his blade eventually his legs gave out, falling to his hands and knees. His insides felt like a boiling cauldron. “Errrr! Ack!” He coughed, steam billowing out from his mouth as he did so. The few bits of himself that were still organic burned as well. A moment later his body’s operating system performed an emergency shut down. As a last ditch effort to quell the overheating. His glowing red eye went dim and his body slumped over onto the ground with a heavy metallic thud. Like a sizzling steak that had fallen off the grill.

Darth Vyle · Mar 16, 2023

Objective II: The Monks
Tags:

Zetrove |

Aculia Voland
Equipment: Darth Vyle's lightsaber

Darth Vyle was a powerful witch, but the art of converting such strong Light into the ichor of Dathomir was one that took time. Corruption spread like a poison, and in the heat of battle, it was impractical. The moment the searing Light reached her, she yelped and recoiled, breaking the draining connection. Her lightsaber vanished into red ichor, and the tips of her fingers were burned black.

She had spells that could heal the minimal physical damage later; but the black scars, she suspected, would remain. A reminder of her arrogance.

Yet, still, the Jedi had given her a gift. The gift of anger, a desire for revenge. The Jedi hoped to protect their precious Aing-Tii? Then she wondered what they would do when she turned their dead against them.

Vyle evaporated into a dense ichor mist, reappearing on the sloped roof of the nearby temple annex, overlooking the courtyard. She could not face these two Jedi directly. She understood that now. Their dyad was too strong. But there was a secret that Dathomiri witches possessed. One that was rarely attempted off-world, but certain exceptions needed to be made.

"Choono slalem denni tay'lori olee-ay," she chanted in the Dathomirian tongue, "Lucheno vadem klavlane. Blenay vedi nalem koreem. Blenay vedi nalem koreem. Villos susko kono lamal! Vlemon tagoo!"

With each word, one of the Aing-Tii corpses twitched. Eyes that saw no more began to glow a misty scarlet. One snarled a death rattle as the fresh bodies began to rise. Turn their sights on the two Jedi.

Vyle wasn't as well-practiced in this art as the older witches of Dathomir. The elders of her clan could control armies of the dead. At her best, she could only control a dozen or so. This was how she planned to demoralize the Aing-Tii and make the survivors surrender, per their orders; but using them against the Jedi would have to do.

With a thought, she sent the reanimated dead hurdling towards the Jedi pair, clawing, gnashing, growling; and quietly hoped it forced them to retreat.

Kahlil Noble · Mar 16, 2023

The swap was more effective than Kahlil had anticipated. Through their bond, he could feel the Cyborg be.. Decommissioned? He wasn't entirely sure what happened to the man, but Valery had effectively taken him out. And now there was just the two. And him, facing the Witch. He lifted his blade, watched her as she pulled away. Let the rune in his palm fade. His eyes narrowed.

Darth Vyle said:
"Choono slalem denni tay'lori olee-ay," she chanted in the Dathomirian tongue, "Lucheno vadem klavlane. Blenay vedi nalem koreem. Blenay vedi nalem koreem. Villos susko kono lamal! Vlemon tagoo!"

"Vlemon tagoo."

He spoke as she did. He knew the ritual. Better than most. Under his father, Kahlil had been obsessed with necromancy. The manipulation of bodies. His goal was to learn how to move souls so he might one day be free of the body Carnifex had marked as a vessel. His lab on Dathomir was one such location he tried his hardest to perfect the creation of an artificial soul. Who better to try and emulate than the Nightsisters who so perfected what he sought to emulate?

She wasn't the strongest. As only a couple bodies rose up, that much was apparent. But he knew better than most, perhaps outright better than any within the New Jedi Order, just how dangerous these corpses would get.

Valery Noble said:
<It's time for us to go,> Valery communicated to her husband, knowing that only more Sith were going to arrive to try and dogpile them soon enough. <Perhaps the Aing-Tii can bring is up and with them.>

<Very.>

They'd done what they came to. Delay the Sith from outright slaughtering all the Aing-Tii as they evacuated. And now, they would.

"Vokara, now would be great!"

Darth Vyle |

Zetrove

Valery Noble · Mar 16, 2023

Aing-Tii world

Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Ship: Link
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag:

Kahlil Noble

Zetrove

Darth Vyle

When she watched just how much the heat affected the Cyborg, Valery's eyes widened a little. It was never her intent to take down an enemy and inflict severe pain. But the fire that spread to consume him caused far too much, and so even as he crumbled down to the floor, Valery ceased what she was doing and let out a soft breath when her enemy shut down. He was defeated, but she didn't feel victorious at all.

The echo of pain that lingered in the Force, sadly, was enough of a distraction for Valery that she didn't notice the dead rising around her. The Witch had used her magic, but Valery only heard and focused on the voice of her husband, who was able to cut through the cloud surrounding her mind. She turned to look at him, and then suddenly felt an intensely painful grip around her ankle. The reanimated Aing-Too corpse still prone on the ground screamed at her and bit down on her calf with the strength of a Vornskr

"Ahhh!" Valery yelped in pain and swept her weapon down to sever its head, but another undead monk jumped at her, causing Valery to fall over and onto her back. The hilt of her weapon slipped out of her hand, and the undead fell right on top of her, knocking the wind out of her lungs and forcing her body against the ground. Despite the impact, Valery managed to bring her hands up and around its throat, just to keep it from biting down. But it was clawing at her wildly and tore open the exposed part of her chest through the cut-out in her clothing, as well as her arms.

Bleeding and with immense pain in her leg from whatever this bite infected her with, Valery fought to keep it away with everything she had. But in orbit above, Vokara was ready to bring the Jedi out of there.

Kahlil Noble would already feel space around him warping, as they tried to bring him out, but the same couldn't be said for Valery.

They couldn't bring her along, not with the undead on top of her — they were not going to bring that thing up there with the Jedi.

Darth Carnifex · Mar 16, 2023

"Go forth, my sons, and rend the enemy."

Sarlow rushed forth, the fabled Wolf-Prince. Others moved in concert, Alvarex and Ansgar, acting as a cohesive unit amidst the advancing forces. Carnifex and Demiurge maintained their position at the head of the procession, two towering figures wreathed in magic and shadow. But there was something off-kilter, Demiurge was acting strangely, keeping his distance and seeming so disconnected from the world around him. It gave Carnifex cause for concern, for the words of the Worm yet rung within His mind.

"Demiurge may serve me yet, Darth Carnifex, but a mad butcher dog like you must be put down..."

It had always stuck in His mind, an ill portent. He had watched Demiurge more closely since then, doubt again cast on this errant half sequestered by the Sepulchral for so very long. He masked His observations, to avoid alerting His other half, but He suspected that the other knew that He was being watched. This distance between them belied that aversion, that desire to be not near that which may prove dangerous.

Still, there was nothing He could do at this moment. Instead, His eyes turned ahead, to the vault which they both neared. It was at this junction that the Inquisition struck, ships buzzing through the air and disgorging soldiers and Sith alike. Carnifex sensed Alisteri, recovered from their last confrontation aboard the Malsheem. "Tenacious toy soldier," spoke the voice of the Butcher King through the echoing air, "Come to receive further instruction? Was your last not sufficient? You face not Carnifex alone, but the legions I command."

Then He spoke only to those around Him, "Let my sons vex Ophidia's pup, I will not be denied my prize." His eyes fell on the guarded Vera, "Bring her forward, the moment draws close. She will bridge the way."

Sarlow Zambrano |

Darth Strosius |

Zlova Rue

Quintessa | Servus Dolor

Sarlow Zambrano · Mar 16, 2023

SITH LORD + LYCAN

KAINITE

A I N G - T I I

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Although 

 Darth Strosius
and their forces began their charge. Sarlow, his brothers, and their men stood at the ready. He considered men like Haxim to be false Sith. Sith in only name, for if they were true Sith they would not bow to another's wishes so easily. In the days of the Empire, and before it the Brotherhood. Each Sith could do as they pleased, understanding that together they could eclipse the light. Such thoughts were of a bygone era and now stood before Sarlow men who needed to be purged. While 

 Quintessa
and 

 Zlova Rue
danced around one another, the Wolf-Prince readied his armies.

He called out to his father through a private link sensing something was not quite right, "be wary. I fear another might exploit the Aing-Tii's weakened state. I am occupied with these so-called Sith." Sarlow called out to his brothers who moved one to the right and the other to the left, whilst he went down the center. The Wolf-Prince could see the Sith's forces, his sulphuric gaze cast upon them as his lightsaber thrummed and began to make contact with the enemy. Sarlow once recalled how the Sith had been united under his father's rule. Instead, they were fractured under another's rule. Truly then it could only be his father who could keep the Sith in line for the goal of snuffing the Jedi's lights. 

The Kainite forces' were numerous and mighty. They would be more than enough to keep the 'Sith' forces at bay long enough for his father to carry out his work. Those with Sarlow, his chosen Wolfguard stood steadfast beside him and the underlings were ready to die for the cause. Zealots who knew that death for the father meant a glorious afterlife. Their names would be remembered and their legacy carried on for all eternity.

Servus Dolor 

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Zetrove · Mar 17, 2023

Objective II: The Monks
Tag(s):

Darth Vyle

Physically Forced into a catatonic state, the cyborg’s body would finally begin to cool down. Heat management was a primary weakness of his and a hurdle that had to be overcome. Zetrove might have considerable power and strength afforded to him by his cybernetics, but they also had weaknesses often enough in equal measure.

Externally Zetrove didn’t seem all that much worse for wear, but internally it was a whole different story. Wiring throughout his body melted some and fused together where it shouldn’t, and lubricant around his joints burned and got stuck in his many motors. Given he was more machine than man, no amount of bacta or conventional doctors could heal him. Instead would need to rely on the extensive work of a skilled Cyberneticist.

Mentally however, the cyborg was not in some blank void waiting to cool down enough to get back up. He was dreaming for what felt like the first time since he can remember. Given his high fever-like state the visions were hectic and stressful. It felt like he was living someone else’s life back on Arkania. Unfamiliar memories flashing before him as he lay slumped over on his side. Not aware of the unread nightmare raging on around him.

Darth Strosius · Mar 17, 2023

Objective: The Codex / Find Him
Equipment: Lightsaber, Sword, Dagger, Armor
Tags:

Darth Carnifex /

Zlova Rue /

Quintessa / Servus Dolor
Engaging: Sarlow Zambrano

Alisteri paid no heed to the force that split off from the procession to stand against him and the incoming army of the Inquisition, Carnifex had a habit of letting others die in his stead after all. If he had his way then this ground battle would never had happened at all, simply annihilating the Kainites from orbit before turning to deal with the Malsheem would have been far more efficient. However he had his orders and so they were.

:"Banish any traitorous notions such as fear or hesitation that may exist in your hearts! We face not an army of the Sith, but rather a mass-produced and lab-born batch of slaves. We are the righteous and chosen of the Inquisition, no heretics may stand in our way!": Between the army before them and the struggle of even landing on the planet itself, morale wouldn't be in their favor. Thankfully Alisteri had plenty of experience pontificating and riling up a crowd. :"Slay them to the last! No pity, no remorse, no fear! For the Sith Order!":

His little speech over the communicators of the landing forces was almost counteracted entirely however as the voice of the Dark Lord of the Kainite himself echoed across the city. The masked man grit his teeth together and his pace towards his foe quickened. "First the tongue." It was a remark that, much like the first time that he had muttered it aboard the Malsheem, was said to himself. A promise of revenge and justice upon one who had ruined the Sith so thoroughly time and time again.

Today he intended to see the legacy of Carnifex, Kaine Zambrano, go up in flames. Every last bit of it, from the army to the station. No matter who or what would stand in his way.

They would first have to smash through the 'welcoming party' that awaited them though. And for that they'd need more than mere soldiers to accomplish the task. :"This is Darth Strosius to all available bombers and fighters that can act as ground support, I need the enemy in front of my position decimated!": His hand fell from activating his commlink to closing into a fist, signaling that the charge come to an end a short distance away from their opponents and with some debris and rubble to act as cover.

"Take positions and open fire!"

Darth Carnifex · Mar 18, 2023

The cavern yawned before Him. Stairs had been carved into the rock, leading down into the darkness. The bodies of Aing-Tii guardians were strewn about, falling where they had been slain, intermixed with those of fallen Sith. They had fought ferociously, suicidally, to defend all that they held sacred. But, in the end, the Tyrant's will eclipsed all others, and the way was thrust open through might alone.

At the end of the long stair was a door, set within the mouth of a cavern. It was inscribed with the Aing-Tii's language, and fastened against intrusion. All attempts by the forward team to open the door had failed, for it was shut to their labors. Only the Aing-Tii could open the door, through their mysterious connection to the Force. Though many had died against His forces, some Aing-Tii had been captured during the struggle, and were brought before the Dark Lord on their knees.

He looked down at these bound captives, appraising them with a withering gaze. Few could not meet His gaze, but there was one who did not shy away. The others were taken away to be killed, while the one who proved themselves resolute was brought before the door. Forced to face the door, the Aing-Tii was further restrained as the Dark Lord approached from behind. The fingers on His left hand flexed as He pulled His arm back, and then thrust forward towards the back of the Aing-Tii's head.

The Dark Lord's fingers burrowed through the Aing-Tii's skull, sinking deep into their brain. Dark power flooded their being, suffusing their very nervous system. Rigidly, too rough to be natural, their arms raised, and their hands began to make various motions in the air. The door responded, rumbling as hidden mechanisms began to move with life. Slowly, inexorably, the door began to withdraw from the cave mouth, receding into the rock wall inch by inch until it completely disappeared.

Carnifex ripped His fingers free, the Aing-Tii collapsing to the ground dead. He was the first to step into the Embrace, the others following. They cared not for the artifacts they passed, ignoring them completely. They would leave these for those that would come after, for the Dark Lord was not the only one on this world that coveted something from this vault. But His desire was set on a singular item, one that would ensure His victory.

He found it near the end of the vault, a mighty archway inscribed with runes older than recorded history. "Bring forth the child," He decreed, so and so Vera was walked up to the gateway. The Dark Lord placed a device in her hands, the astrolabe that He had spent so much time and resources on to acquire. In her drug-addled state, Vera Noble would not truly understand what she was doing, for she had proven ferociously resistant to what the Dark Lord had asked of her. This was the lengths He was willing to go to take what was His.

A medic approached and inserted a needle into Vera's neck as she held the astrolabe, pumping her bloodstream with a powerful hallucinogen synthesized specifically for this exact moment. It would radically strengthen her visionary powers, and force them into action against her volition. As this power radiated from Vera, the astrolabe began to stir. It glowed brightly, like a miniature sun, as all the gems and runes lit up with vibrant energy. A light emanated from the front of the astrolabe in a tight beam, striking the top of the archway, and all the runes engraved upon it began to glow.

The empty space within the arch changed, darkness slipping away as colors began to replace it. Lush forests and mountains began to appear within the portal, the peaks floating high above the earth as alien foliage gave way to impossible geometry. The Dark Lord had seen this place once before, during an errant venture in the farthest reaches of known space. That had been a fluke, a cosmic error, but this time He had forced His way in; capitalizing on all of His strength and intelligence, leveraging the powers of the ancients.

"Mortis," breathed the Dark Lord, "At last."

He stepped in, and the clock began to chime.

CONTINUED IN ASCENSION

Zlova Rue
Sarlow Zambrano |

Quintessa |

Darth Strosius
Servus Dolor

Sarlow Zambrano · Mar 18, 2023

SITH LORD + LYCAN

KAINITE

A I N G - T I I

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It mattered not, the moment was at hand and Sarlow intended to follow through. "Guards!" Shouted the Wolf-Prince, he then uttered words in a language unknown to Sith. 

 Darth Carnifex
would have known it, it was an older form of the Epicanthix's native tongue. Whilst 

 Darth Strosius
and his lackeys would have to fight through the hordes loyal to his father. Sarlow and his brothers would move to close ranks before transcending the realms with their father. It was a moment that belonged to all Zambranos, for the day would be glorious for their cause and once it was done the Sith would learn their place once more. "Alvarex! Ansgar! Push ahead, ensure that father's path lay clear of enemies, the Aing-Tii have served their purpose." 

As had the Sith.

The underlings left where they were, and the brothers with their most loyal and strongest men closed the gap between themselves and their father. A smaller contingent of guards pushed through their own. Their mother had arrived to ensure that their father's plan would go as planned. As the Sith barked and the underlings growled and the forces clashed in a beautiful violent array of rage. It would only be those who served the Kainites whose names would be remembered. Martyrs for the cause and a reminder that the Epicanthix were stronger when they stood together, a reminder that at one point the Sith too, stood together against the light. 

Continued in Ascension as Salara​

Darth Vyle · Mar 19, 2023

Objective II: The Monks
Tags

Zetrove |

Aculia Voland
Equipment: Darth Vyle's lightsaber

Darth Vyle could scarcely believe her plan was working; but she was not about to give the Jedi an inch to break her concentration and stop her. Through her dark spell, she commanded the dead to converge on the two Jedi. One was already down, and given their behavior so far, she was inclined to believe the male Jedi would protect his partner, which meant he would have precious little time to make his signs and weave his own spells and counter-curses.

Through the eyes of her slain enemies, she could see the downed cyborg, shorted out by whatever the Jedi woman had used against it. Her magick could revitalize him, of course, but that would involve breaking the spell, and she was not going to let these two Jedi slip through her fingers just because the half-droid could not hold his own.

Instead, the corpses she animated like puppets lunged towards the Jedi, snapping their teeth, aiming to rip clothes and flesh and bone with their nails. The zombie already on top of the female Jedi, she would command to continue doing what it was already doing—to do as much damage to her as possible. To do as much damage as it could should they make the foolish choice to switch again.

In the end, they would flee or be eaten. Darth Vyle would see to this.

Ningirsu · Mar 19, 2023

Objective I: The Malsheem
Location: Onboard the Korribans Star, a Stormbreaker class Battlecruiser.
Personal Mission: Seize his destiny.
It might be difficult to assess the battle from the conflict below, he had a bad feeling above things did not seem to be adding up. It seemed one side was content on simply holding ground while something happened, the other trying to reach them. It wasn't a battle that was being fought systematically in the traditional sense. This concerned the so-called admiral of the one Sith Fleet. What was the bigger plan behind all this? Time to make their final play and exit rapidly before he was proven right or wrong.

The Stenax paced back and forth in his golden armor, his senior officers watching on. Casualty reports, updates, bridge chatter. Different positions of their fleet calling in their status. Humming alive with the conflict read aloud.

"How close are the 769th to their targets?" He slammed his hands flat on the bridge railings, looking at a display of the battlescape projected ahead.

"Four to Six minutes Sir."

Too long. "Send the Scylla AI ahead."

"Sir, last time it….." The officer was cut off by a scowling masked face. Last time it had killed everyone, including their own crew. "This time you will personally ensure it is more effective." Ning sat back in his bridge chair and leaned back, placing his hands together, then nodding once.

The second time to his knowledge that an AI was ever fired like a gun, shooting copies of Scylla over to the targeted enemy vessels. Most would find nothing to infect, others found an exposed minor system in a capital ship, or luckily broke into an open communication frequency, any backdoor was used. The copies could be transmitted indefinitely to brute force overwhelm or breach firewalls. With the cyber attacks, the kethenite creations, wildlings, boarding teams, and now rogue AI's seeking entry into their systems, their targets started to finally fall.

None too soon. Their shields were taking a beating, and the two opposing fleets had started to take more notice of their presence, meaning the more modern One Sith escort ships were fast disappearing.

A few more painful minutes passed.

"Remaining breaching teams are reporting control of the targeted ships, sir."

The Stenax's scowling mask became a more content smile.

"Then by all means, let us remove our robust presence from the battlefield." No matter how many lives had been lost, or the sacrifices made. It had been a successful day as his task was achieved. With another thudding sound, a chunk of their enemy's fleet disappeared into hyperspace, along with the One Sith intruders. If the AI didn't kill them all, his Master had her prize. Time for a sonic shower and a good book.

Fin for Ning.

Kahlil Noble · Mar 20, 2023

Kahlil's senses shifted. He could feel the energy around him, pulling at him to help him escape. Except it wasn't for Valery. He didn't hesitate. All at once the two swapped places, Kahlil now under the zombified Aing-Tii, and Valery in the sudden shift of the Force to bring her to safety. There was no reason for him not to swap. Especially since the moment they did swap Kahlil's saber was alight again.

But not with a usual edge. The Light itself manifested as his blade, cutting through the Corpse. Cutting it from the spell that once gave it life. There he stood, leveled his blade towards the other zombies as they charged for him. He'd clear himself of their threat, just enough to get free with the Aing-Tii's help. They'd done what they set out to do. Now it was time to figure out how to get Vera.

And stop Carnifex.

Darth Vyle

Valery Noble · Mar 20, 2023

Aing-Tii world

Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Ship: Link
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag:

Kahlil Noble

Darth Vyle

He didn't hesitate, nor did he give her a chance to approve.

Instantly, the two swapped places again, the way they had so many times before. But this time was different for her — it reminded her of the last time he appeared by her side to rescue her. Perhaps that one day was under far worse circumstances, but she couldn't fight back the fear she felt when she ended up on the Aing-Tii ship, with him still down below. "No! Bring him up here!" Valery yelled as she rolled over onto her stomach, despite the leg that felt like it had been ripped art, and the bleeding arms and chest.

No amount of pain could phase her now.

The few seconds that followed felt like an eternity to her, but the Aing-Tii did not disappoint, and brought him up the second he cleared away from the undead. Valery watched him appear with tears in her eyes, and stumbled forward on her battered leg, to fall into him with the underside of her fists punching (gently-ish) into his chest. "You know I hate it when you do that..." Valery said, her voice cracking up just a little.

She was upset, and almost wanted to be angry with him, but she just couldn't.

Valery then buried her face into his chest and hoped to find a comforting embrace that sheltered her from that fear and pain she felt, even if only for a second. "Please don't do that again."

Zetrove · Mar 20, 2023

Objective II: The Monks
Tag(s):

Darth Vyle

Zetrove’s psyche flashed with memories that didn’t feel like his own. They felt like strangers. Eventually though they came to an end. Only now did the cyborg begin to awaken. The metallic digits of his hands began clenching onto the ground and his eye began to illuminate once more. Gritting his teeth, Zetrove groaned some as he shifted his battered body. Every part of him felt stiff, like he’d been left to rust in an ocean for the last decade.

His augmented vision was filled with annoying warnings about the critical state of his body. All while he tried his best to get himself back up to his feet. Moving with the mobility of a janky protocol droid that had been scavenged by jawas. Letting out a pained breath, the cyborg looked around some. At the scene around him. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but there were zombies now, so he must’ve missed something crucial.

On the bright side though, the undead seemed to pay Zetrove no mind, likely the minions of the ruby enchantress. Even with his enhanced artificial lungs, breathing was a struggle for him at the moment. Each raspy inhale and exhale sounded like it had been hooked into some extensive life support system. What seemed to be one of the local’s ships flew away from the scene. Likely the Aing-Tii who had managed to escape thanks to the duo of Jedi. Who seemed to have vanished now. The last thing he remembered was seeing the woman raising her hand to him. Before suddenly feeling like he himself got teleported into a fiery hell.

It seemed as though to Zetrove that he could not yet be content with Jedi of that caliber. He needed more weaponry, more enhancements, more speed. For many cyborgs like himself there was a price to pay for wielding that kind of fire power. A price he himself was already paying, and he was damn well gonna get his money's worth…

Aculia Voland · Mar 22, 2023

Objective I: Secure the Monks

Well, that’s over.

Aculia had largely sat out the remaining conflict after stopping the woman from slicing the cyborg in half, albeit he would suffer some damage thanks to his opponent choosing to quickly join Aculia’s own work at heating up the leg. Of course, Aculia could have stopped at any time, engaged the Jedi woman, and prolonged the fight, but she was not here to make enemies of the Jedi, simply the Sith from dying.

And judging by the rest of what had occurred, it was a good thing too, as it gave her time to study the esoteric arts being employed by the three high level Masters. She would be able to learn from them, in time. The revival of the dead was not the most shocking thing to her about the fight, that was something she had heard of, but the Force Dyad couple’s ability to seemingly teleport through space and time as if they were trivial barriers.

Truly, it is a good thing I was able to see this today, and notice how they were manipulating the Force to do so. I can’t quite figure it out yet, but with the two Aing-Ti I have…

She smiled, pursing her lips, and decided enough was enough for today. She would learn a new Force technique, and remember how the most powerful of the Jedi and Sith fought these days.

Not about to get involved in the Sith Civil War, though.

Dashing off into the distance away from where the conflict had occured, Aculia made her way to her stealth dropship, and then eventually to the Zephyr. All in all, it had not been a bad mission.

Maybe I can even ransom these two Aing-Ti to the Jedi later…after they have revealed their secrets to me.

Kahlil Noble Darth Vyle Valery Noble Zetrove

Darth Vyle · Mar 22, 2023

Objective II: The Monks
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