Dominion Trials of Cularin | CIS Dominion of Cularin Hex

[Alessandra Creed]

B Y O O​

Location: Jungle + GE Ruins
Tags: Valessia Brentioch & @Mishel Kyrze

The only time she had been subjected to any sort of time flux in the past—It hadn’t been her. She had only heard of her future self coming back to the past through her ex-spouse. Even now, she wondered if what he said was true. Obviously, this future was vastly different than the one her doppelganger had presented. Perhaps that was what broke it. No one was supposed to know too much about what was to come. It was why so many seers lost their minds.

She didn’t like this anymore now than she had hearing about it the first time.

The fact that her mother and sister were together should have been a blessing in itself but Alessandra couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. Something, was off. Hidden deep beneath the surface of this world lay something rotten. No wonder it bothered Mishel so much.

When Mishel began accusing Valessia of having a heart Alessandra could only sigh. A slight smile, strained, with a faint shake of her head. Would they never forgive one another? “Don’t be silly Mish…”

“We’re way more likely to die than she is.”

Valessia was so used to Alessandra making idle threats, that they didn’t even register. As mad as she might have been at their predicament her weakness was obvious. Family. It was the reason she had put up with being treated like an object for so long. Why, even now, she felt off. As if some part of her was missing even though, it had never belonged to her, not truly.

He had only ever belonged to himself.

Alessandra shook her head and snapped to it when they moved further down the tunnel and the Dark Side made itself more apparent. It didn’t affect her the way it did Mishel. It sang. It called—But it did not seduce. She was the master when it came to her abilities and she held onto the fact with an iron will. When they came to the open area, lit with torches, she could feel what was coming. A soft churning in the pit of her stomach. This was what Valessia had brought them for.

The Minister frowned, deeply, for a moment.

“Had you of shared your plans the Knights could have taken care of this too—”

But her mother was already gone.

Her mouth open and closed with a click of her jaw. Lovely.

Mishel seemed to take it well enough and Alessandra let her eyes survey the cultists that had suddenly decided there were two very much unwanted individuals in their midst. Grudgingly, she nodded her head. Her sister was able to be carefree. She wasn’t. Though her child lived far away with his father she had carried him for nine months. Terrified, the entire time. It had taught her responsibility that nothing would ever be able to erase. She would act efficiently, expediently, and hope they didn’t need any of the cultists kept alive.

A glimmering sliver bangle on her wrist started to slither down into her hand while it unwound and it slowly fell to the floor to create a whip. She raised her other hand bought it to her lips to release a shrill whistle. The whip snapped toward a hanging brazier in the center of the room and she pulled, hard, and the flames and coal tumbled down on the cultists below.

“Let’s get it done, then. The sooner we get out of here the better.”

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

W A R R I O R​

WEARING: xxx
WEAPONS: Wolfsbane | Ferrum Solus | Icebreaker | Stormafbryder
ALLIES: Oleander Webb | Kyyrk | Kurayami Bloodborn

It was decided. Gerwald did not like the new Voph. The man was arrogant, walked around like he knew it all, and seemed to forget one very important bit of information, he was no longer the boss. HIs skill sets were not the same as Oleander’s and there was no reason for the idea to be dismissed, assuming that the cultists would see through it. Maybe they would, and perhaps they would not. There was only one saving grace in the matter. Gerwald knew their attack, and the noise of blaster fire, had drawn too much attention.

He sighed. They would need to have a private conversation about this later. Gerwald was afraid Voph would get himself killed if he could only see his way of doing things. It was a lesson Gerwald had learned the hard way, and ironically from one who needed to learn it again.

“And you just sussed out three entrances just like that, but you can’t remember how to use telepathy?” Gerwald said looking to Kyyrk . “Oleander your observation is solid, but this was more heavily guarded than anticipated. I don’t think we are just walking right on in.”

Gerwald wasn’t sure whether this was a divide and conquer job or not, but he had to make a decision. It was not like the four of them could make a frontal assault and expect to succeed if their enemies had access to the force.

He looked to the other three that were with him.

“The North Entrance it is, but don’t go blasting your way in. Stealth. I know we will end up fighting our way through at some point, but the longer we go undetected the best.”

Gerwald turned on his heels and headed north. The wolf had been satisfied for now, so the man did not need to call on the beast for this.
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[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Wearing: Aquila armored flight suit
Inventory: T-7 ion disruptor, MSD-32 disruptor pistols, Viridian bladed lightsaber
Tags: Gerwald Lechner | Oleander Webb | Kyyrk | Open

Granted it would have been helpful if Kurayami had paid more attention to the discussion about the path that they were going to be taking forward and going into the structure before them. He caught bits and pieces about that being equivalent to a scouting party with the largest contingent on the inside. Made sense as the resistance thus far had been minimal at best. If they were going in guns blazing that would be fun even if likely short lived fun. The route of disguises, nah, he had decent protection right now and would rather not diminish that. Gerwald suggested a stealthy approach through the north entrance. It took only moments for Kurayami to clip the saber hilt to his belt and unslung the T-7 ion disruptor.

"Let me know which guards to shoot first and when."

 

[Oleander Webb]

INVENTORY: x | x | x
TAG: Gerwald Lechner | Kyyrk | Kurayami Bloodborn | Open

"And how peculiar would it be for two survivors to bring back two of the assault team, and not brag to anyone about how they were the ones to bring us down?"

"So brag, then." he said with raised brow. Similarly, there was no malice behind his words. He was amused, almost, by how quickly the plan was shut down. And even more so when Gerwald practically came to the Anzati's defense. He rose to his feet once he'd thoroughly searched the corpse he'd previously fed on.

The clothing items from before were all cosmetic, at least he thought. That being said, as his search came to an end, his fingers caught on a hidden pocket, sewn into pants. Hmm. Something to look into later.

There was no time now, with the Lord Commander already commanding their next move.

He cast a quick glance as a lightsaber was stowed and a gun withdrawn, narrowly resisting the urge to point out that specifically blasting was called out as not an option.

Joining in to lead the frontal assault as they advanced though slowly but surely fading back into the trees, Oleander didn't always mean to become shadow incarnate. However, sometimes, it be like that.

 

[Lyli Dragi]

Lyli strode through the tropical woods, the flesh on her body occasionally rippling due to the moisture in the air reacting with the enchantments that allowed her to exist.

The knot of anxiety in her stomach over her inner self's torn nature continued to plague her, unknowingly consumed with guilt over all the pain her inner self had put Starlin Rand through due to not being able to look past her love for Laertia. But to Lyli, it was just pain and guilt that had no source and she was miserable without understanding why...

Grouchy and irritated, she patiently made her way past brambles, and too many poisonous insects until she came what looked like an encampment. It was full of high tech equipment. And suspicious folk who didn't look like they were CIS. Gear that looked like it could have come from anywhere. Lyli watched them, getting out her red Lightsaber, flesh still shuddering.

They were excavating something. It looked like an old tomb.

Great. Just fething great.

Lyli wasn't sure who they were. They could be the Maw agents, but there was only one way to be certain.

Lyli stepped out from tree cover, Syd's gold and blue catsuit reflecting their surprise.

"Identify yourselves. I am a member of The Knights Obsidian." Lyli said.

Their response was to open fire. Lyli immediately went on the defensive, using her Soresu to block the rapid discharge of bolts, occasionally reflecting them back at her attackers, downing some. She moved forward, channeling her incendiary powers through her blade so that when a shot got reflected back at an attacker, it would cause more powerful burns than normal. Syd wouldn't show Maw Agents any respite, and it was telling at how vile the Maw Brotherhood was regarded that even Lyli, Syd's selfish, fake Dark Jedi Persona found them utterly contemptible and worthy only of death.

"War! Death! Rebirth!" One of the agents shouted, opening fire. Lyli Force jumped upward...that act of which generated an invisible, incendiary heat wave that made him catch ablaze, screaming as she landed and beheaded him, still deflecting shots back to their source, never ceasing her movement as she methodically cut down each if them until the last one.

"What's in this tomb?" Lyli demanded.

"War! DEATH! REBIRTH!" The Maw agent shouted.

Lyli beheaded him, sighed in disgust, and then went to the tomb entrance, partly inset into a Hill. There almost certainly more waiting.

She heard the cry of a child as she ventured further. If Lyli had been left to her own devices as she explored the tomb complex, dank and dusty, and full of cobwebs, she would have left the child to her fate, but Syd was the one actually in charge, and to Lyli's annoyance, she conveniently suffered a pang of conscience and immediately went to look for the source of the crying....

 

[Kyyrk]

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Voph turned to Gerwald and stared at him for a long moment, before turning towards the objective without offering comment. He wasn't sure why the wolf was in such a pissy mood, but it was certainly enough that Voph was going to speak with Srina about a transfer upon his return. He was not about to serve under a being so petty as to belittle the one skill he still retained. Voph also knew that there were four guards waiting at the entrance. But he didn't know that through telepathy, so it wasn't worth sharing with the group. He did, after all, state that the North entrance was the closest. He said nothing of it being the safest.

Voph moved through the trees quickly and quietly, swinging wide to approach the door from a different angle than the wolf and the other two knights. If the wolf could hunt alone, then so could he. An energy bow was a weapon of impressive range. One that was best utilized at a wider angle than the other weapons. Voph stilled his breathing, and paused behind a tree, just barely within visual range of the door. He watched...waited. He ducked, and hurried to another tree when the guards weren't looking. The others would be approaching soon. Sure enough, there was a shout, and Voph pressed the bow against the tree, using it as a pivot point to turn and draw the bow. The guard at the back of the group dropped as Voph loosed his bolt. Then the next, and the next. By the time the guard closest to the group realized what was happening, it was too late.

Voph pushed himself up and ran towards the door, pausing at the edge. The Force showed him nothing within. But it was now screaming. The Nexus was upon them. Voph glanced at the wall beside him, looking through it through the Force. He held up a series of fingers. Twenty within. All within a primary chamber at the center of the compound. Voph looked at the wolf quietly as he put his hand back on his bow-string, preparing to draw it back. They were on the verge. It was only a matter of breaching the final sanctuary now. A day may have been when Voph would have lead the charge. But it was clear to him that the new order of the Knights Obsidian did not allow for such gross displays of insubordination...

Kurayami Bloodborn || Oleander Webb || Gerwald Lechner

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[Gerwald Lechner]

W A R R I O R​

WEARING: xxx
WEAPONS: Wolfsbane | Ferrum Solus | Icebreaker | Stormafbryder
ALLIES: Oleander Webb | Kyyrk | Kurayami Bloodborn

There certainly was a good amount of tension between the Lord Commander and a former friend. He was different, and not the same man which had taken to the Netherworld. Gerwald did not know what to think. He was brash, moved on his own, wanted everyone to do things his way, and seemed to be anything but teachable. There were skills which the man no longer possessed and yet he pressed ahead as though he were still invincible. It would make him a liability. It would get good Knights killed, and if he didn’t see that, then he was as blind as the man he had once been.

They needed to work together. It was the only way they were going to survive this, and that was not going to happen when one Knight was working like a maverick. Gerwald had lived this life, and he was not about to watch Voph go down that path. He had been the impetuous one, unwilling to listen when others told him that his actions would only lead to his undoing. Gerwald had learned the hard way. He did not want Voph too, and if he would not listen to guidance, then Gerwald would have to use a heavy hand.

Later.

< “He is brash… like I used to be. Be cautious.” >

His thoughts went to Oleander. He knew it bothered him when Gerwald used so much telepathy, but Gerwald needed to keep this between them. He did not want his shadow falling into trouble because of someone that could not take orders or thought he was better than anyone else.

As quickly as the message had been delivered, Voph was running off into the woods. He was impressive to be sure, but he was erratic and unfocused. It was though he had something to prove and just would not admit it. Yes, he was too much like a younger version of himself. The exterior guards were dealt with by the time the group arrived, all killed with the energy bow that the errant Knight had picked up. Blue eyes looked to the knight and nodded. The wolf could at least acknowledge good work.

They stopped at the door. He had said stealth.

Gerwald had placed his hand on the door, the force flowing through it. The weakness in the door was easy to find. In seconds it fell to the ground in a pile of dust, silent as death.

“Twenty, in the center. Where the nexus is. I can feel it. Use it, we will clear them out.”

A swell of the force overtook him as Gerwald allowed the effects of the Nexus to wash over him. He pressed ahead, quietly, ready to kill, and with the force as his ally he stretched out to the first cultists he could sense. There were five, or six. WIth a blink they were snuffed out, they fell without warning. This was a new way to hunt, a different way to hunt.

Gerwald liked it.

The wolf liked it.
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[Oleander Webb]

INVENTORY: x | x | x
TAG: Gerwald Lechner | Kyyrk | Kurayami Bloodborn | Open

<Do you want me to deal with him?>

Oleander doubted the offer would be taken, nevertheless, he posed it as expected from such a diligent agent of death. He felt confident he could overpower the apprentice if necessary. Until the word was given, though, he had a more pressing task at hand.

As the three reached the northern entrance, he cast a quick glance at the collection of bodies that had amassed at the entrance. Huh. Guess the bow was a weapon to look into for the future. Even more interesting was watching the door shatter and fall without a sound. That Shatterpoint ability Gerwald had taught once, perhaps?

Released out into the world to bring destruction down upon these cultists, drawing power from the Nexus, the silent knight drifted into the room. He took stock of the group with a practiced gaze, eyes zeroing in on an apparent leader of the cult. "That one is mine," he hissed, low enough for those near him to hear but for the exact words to be lost to those across the area. As he said that, he caught sight of the small group of cultists toppling to the ground. He cast a quick glance back to Gerwald, the source of whatever had sucked the life from those cultists with a new fascination.

<What was that?> He inquired as he moved forward, retrieving his lightsaber from his belt as he moved. Another trick to learn later, perhaps, but for now the hunt was afoot. And that cult leader looked absolutely delectable.