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Invasion War in the Rim Chapter II — GA Invasion of SO held Sluis Van and Echnos


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Tag: Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex Jenn Kryze Jenn Kryze
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No.

She wouldn't allow it.

Jenn, despite her rage, was Jonyna's to protect.

As the flames approached Jenn, Jonyna threw herself between Carnifex and Jenn, raising her saber and once more transforming the flames back to natural fire. Pyrokinesis was her specialty, and no matter how powerful Carnifex was, fire was HER domain.

From Light, to Dark, to Light.

She would hold the line. She had to. She needed to protect her Lyrana. It was the only thing she could focus on. Not the death around her, not the Kainite forces clashing with men and weapon that had trusted her technology to succeed, not the mandalorians falling whom she had made so much effort to learn their names. Every single one would be honored. She would make sure of that. But this one, Jenn Kryse, was hers to protect.

Then his lunge came, and in the blink of an eye, Jonyna dropped a hand and drew the blade she had once used to slay a moff. Slay an Inquisitor. The oldest weapon she had. One originally made from scrap found on a Clone War battlefield, now reforged into a weapon worthy of a jedi master.

Sally.

The blade made of vardium steel, and lined with Cortosis.

A single clean slash at his saber, hoping and honestly praying it would deactivate it. She needed it to, an opening would allow Jenn to retaliate. Something. Anything.

They needed to work together. They needed to find balance. In the Force, in their relationship, in their cultures. It was necessary. Not just today, but tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. Carnifex wasn't the biggest obstacle they faced together. No, it was finding peace between two cultures that hated each other.

But Carnifex was in front of them. It could be fought. It could be beaten. It wasn't invincible, no matter what anyone told her. No one was. Not The Moffs, Not the Inquisitors, Not Vader or Sidious, or any other sith lord.

She would hold the line.

She would stand up against the monster.

She just needed a moment to talk to Jenn.

 
Equipment: Lightsaber, Nightsister Energy Bow
Companion: Grisial
Tag: Kaila Irons Kaila Irons

Dreidi fired her energy bow, striking down several targets in quick succession as she moved around the battlefield. Getting into the city had been a struggle, most of the airlocks were still contested at the outside of the city. However, a breach in the fifth airlock provided the GA with their opening, which meant it also provided Dreidi with an opening. The witch only needed the smallest of openings for her teleportation to allow her more freedom of movement around as well as giving Dreidi a chance to evaluate the situation and know where her skills would be the most beneficial.

For now she needed to find a higher vantage point.

Entering the city, she could see a kill zone forming where the soldiers from the Sith were able to mow down the Alliance soldiers. Dreidi felt the fires of her Magick burn away her body as she teleported from the airlock and up to where a building rook was. Reforming on top of the roof, she didn't feel too much of the pain that the burning caused anymore when teleporting but the sensation was never not odd.

Feeling the fires burning from the chaos of war, Dreidi tapped more into her Magick and sucked fires from nearby buildings and gathered the fire energy into her hands. She then blasted a section of the Sith soldiers with intense fires from her Magick. It was never easy for Dreidi to use her Magick to cause harm to others and doing it on a scale like this, draining. However, Dreidi knew that she couldn't keep letting soldiers trying to liberate the city die and suffer at the hands of the Sith.

Dreidi knew she needed to find the Sith leading this army though. Take the head of this serpent down would be a faster way to end the war. She couldn't linger back and fight the grunts on the ground, they were not the major threat to the galaxy. She raced forward, jumping from the roof of the building onto the ground, she turned around a corner and spotted a body flying down from the sky. Connecting with the Force, she reached up and slowed the descend of the body till it landed softly on the ground.

Pulling her energy bow taut, she recognised the person was not a Jedi. "Surrender, I do not wish to kill you unless I have to." Dreidi stated in a calm voice, she had no idea what plans the Sith had but she could feel that danger was swiftly approaching and she did not wish to linger in the city more than she had to.
 


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Tags: Zaiya Ceti Zaiya Ceti

Kasir had not thought that his mere offer of help would result in him being bombarded with the ramblings of the younger girl’s life story, one that he had zero no interest in, as his mind was consumed by thoughts of death and destruction, of the battle that was spreading in Echnos City. Every muscle in his body was coiled. Yet, he stood completely still, absorbing the annoyance that her aura radiated along with the speech. It was obvious that she had a natural talent for making her words drag on and on. His patience was already stretched thin, ready to snap, and it felt as though she were blind to the dark presence looming before her.

His free hand gave a dismissive wave. "So, you're one of those." The tone was mocking. He stood tall. "A talker that is incapable of listening." The girl's proposal was as foolish as the beliefs that lingered in her mind. Kasir couldn't help but rub his eyes, followed by a simple shake of his head. "Playing the hero may impress your weak-minded Jedi friends, but it holds no sway here. Not in this place, and not at this time.”

The Darkseeker's gaze flickered into the distance behind her, scanning the distant airlocks in a way that suggested he was searching for something. His attention then settled back on the figure in front of him. “You don’t have the means to evacuate everyone from the city.” His voice was cold, a reflection of his nature. "And I’m not going near the Galactic Alliance's forces with you by my side.”

He continued observing the shifting hues of her skin, seemingly a manifestation of her unstable emotions. Soon the Force Bubble faded into nothingness, but he still wouldn't budge from his current position. Kasir also made no effort to return the deactivated saberstaff to the clip on his belt. There was another pressing matter, one she was clearly oblivious to. Echnos City was now exposed to the effects of Type III atmosphere. The Galactic Alliance’s brilliant idea to shut down the city's power put nearly nine million lives at risk.

Without the rebreather of his helmet, he could still create a protective barrier of his own, but with the threat of further conflict, as the battle was still young, it could prove challenging.

At last, the stoic mask he wore began to crack. His eyes narrowed when he heard the name Zaiya. This creature, this nuisance, had the audacity to offer her name to him, as if it held any significance. And if by some odd stroke of luck she survived this battle, Kasir would ensure that he was not burdened by her presence a second time. “Today you can learn a valuable lesson; one that your foolish Master failed to teach you,” he hissed while staring down at her. “The reality of survival, the need to look out for yourself. Self-preservation. It’s a simple concept, really.”

The rage that had subsided moments ago was quickly returning. It was bubbling in his veins. Finally stepping off to the side, he turned his back to Zaiya, his eyes studying the street for any signs of danger. He then returned to face her. "I would wager that your combat skills are lacking, possibly even the most basic of abilities to ignite your own little lightsaber. But I, on the other hand, have a fondness for killing enemies in close quarters. But, surely you possess other skills that may prove useful, ones that don't require constant chatter."

With several steps, he closed the small gap between them. “Your fancy bubble will protect us from the foul air, which is only going to worsen, and I will ensure that no one harms us. After we have witnessed death on both sides, and when it is all said and done, I can pretend as though I had never met you.” He paused, giving his words a chance to sink in. “Deal?” There wasn’t a need for a handshake to seal some sort of agreement; rather, he only desired a mutual understanding while preparing for a situation that would inevitably get worse.
 
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He was either with her—Or against her.

Since the Jedi was obviously advocating for a "bloodless" end to this event it was clear that he had already chosen a side. Echani were creatures of warfare, of combat, and to deny that was to deny the existence of gravity, of physics, of all the things that made it possible for sentience to exist. There would be no surrender. There would be, no mercy. Not by her hand.

"…You have gone to war but you know so little…"

The words were accompanied by another brutal breech of his mental faculties. The pale woman pressed through his mind as if any walls he had raised were made of wet tissue paper. He was incapable of stopping her and she had no intent of asking permission. He was just as guilty of infringing on systems held by the Sith Order as any other member of the Alliance and was thusly denied any notion of courtesy. He would see flashes of the fateful night on Odavessa in which Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean had been born. The ritual that would have killed, ended the Worm Emperor forever—Interrupted by the hallowed blade of one of his own.

He would see the butchered form of Maliphant fall into her arms.

He would sense her listless agony as he used the last his strength to love her until the end.

He would know the depths of her despair when his heart stopped.

He would endure her abject horror when his corpse was stolen before her eyes, mutated, and infused with the mummified half-life he held today. This was the moment that everything had changed. This was the moment that she understood, truly, the nature of an enemy that she had previously been content to live and let live. They cared not for the destruction they left in their wake, nor, the consequences of meddling in affairs not their own. The Light would shepherd its sheep to oblivion and they would be none the wiser. "You created my husband and he lifted the Sith Order up from the ashes after his resurrection."

Her hand moved over the dodecahedron once more, her tone, never rising or falling.

"Cause and effect."

The relic called to him just as insistently as one lovelorn soul called to another.

She had him.

She'd had him from the moment he'd broken through her wards. The moment…He heard her voice in his head and followed the call. Thinking, it was all his own volition. That he had come to the Sith Empress by chance, and chance alone. She had warned him of his…Hubris.

The temptation of the Dark Side was a seductive whisper that most Jedi warded themselves against with memories of compassion, with resolve, and faith that they were doing the right thing. They wrapped up, safe and sound, in a blanket of goodness and hope that was meant to banish the shadows and inspire those around them. Some were exceedingly adept. Others…Had cracks in their holy armor. Countless wars, bloodshed, and entire systems being wiped out due to their action or inaction took a toll. "Your life…Is not enough. It will never be, enough."

"But…You do have something I need…"


Her influence slipped inside the Jedi through the untended chinks in his defenses. Eroded by suffering, by loss, by hanging on to the memory of his dead wife. Her hand extended and eyes of midnight black drew him in. He was indeed a marionette, waiting, for someone or something to breathe existence back into him. Pale fingers wrapped around his throat while his final fear would be made reality.

That he—Would be the catalyst that tipped the pendulum toward destruction.

"…Give to me your horror. Give to me your agony, your despair. Give to me, your fear."

She pulled on the required negativity the relic craved so desperately and summoned it from within the Jedi in the same way one might draw poison from a wound. The shadows that surrounded her solidified, as if they had substance and form, rather than merely being whispers of the dark. The visage of a thorned crown on her brow winked in and out of existence while the room flared between crimson and lightless dark. The polluted zone around the manor would grow, slowly, inch by inch. Creeping outward…Bringing cold, ash-laden air, and an impending sense of wrongness. It was ready now. The device, was ready now.
Wo…One.

Srina had never expected that the last mirror would be a Jedi.

The irony was almost…Too much to bear.

<<<...Thank you...>>>
The wintry woman threw Judah Lesan Judah Lesan away from her with a forceful push that intended to send him as far from her as possible. She didn't care what broke, if he broke, as she was merely discarding the remains of something once useful. He had served his purpose, the proof, her bloody handprint on his throat. A mark that would wash clean, but, with a burning ache that would never fade. Her hand, an ever-present threat to his oxygen, for the rest of his days.

However numbered they may have been.

The air around the phobis device hummed, vibrating, with the malevolence of which it was created. Her voice was a dual-toned whisper when she murmured the final incantation while it dug into her mind, unlocking her own concerns. Placing new fear when it found a thread to hold on to, regardless, how small it was. The deaths of her children, Soldane and Lunaria, danced before her eyes. She saw her niece Iuuna Talon Iuuna Talon and her godchild Quinn Varanin Quinn Varanin . She saw Sith she knew and Sith she did not fall beneath the sword of the Alliance. Face after face. So many faces.

So many dark candles extinguished.

Her hands tightened on the dodecahedron and she pushed past the images of her husband being destroyed. Of Darth Malum of House Marr Darth Malum of House Marr being crushed somewhere in some force-forsaken mines. Of every, single, Sith in Echnos City. From Kaila Irons Kaila Irons to Velda Nar-Donna Velda Nar-Donna and Kasir Dorran Kasir Dorran and countless others. Large and small. Young and old. This was their time to show the Alliance that there would be no forgiveness for this incursion. That they would not back down no matter how many storms raged. No matter, how much firepower pressed the airlocks.

They were not cowards, nor, would they be broken by the drum of war.

The Sith Order deserved better and the nation would have it.

"Ri muiuri tuti dari... Sas ki kraujas, sas ki shukûâ, Nu ridasizi j'us.."

Nothing happened at first, but Srina was the starting point. She was also the last. It began and ended with her call as the mistress of the ritual. It was by her will alone that the ancient device was revived and full to the brim with the energy it needed to thrive. She could feel strength leaving her, swiftly, and her eyes suddenly felt heavy with the draw. Dizziness and a sense of displacement made her waver on her feet. This was the requirement. The cost to the invoker. Her hands slid away from the artifact and the Dread Queen dropped to the floor like a stone. Her eyes were open…But her body lay on its side. Cheek, pressed to the hardwood. Hand trying to push herself up.

"I command you to rise…I command you to wake…For me."

Her voice was weak and the ring on her finger pulsed harder in silent warning as she repeated herself over and over. Then, from nothing, a faint shimmering wave began to pulse outward from the device. It moved slowly, expanding in a perfect sphere that warped the air as it spread and distorted everything in its path. Light bent around it, creating shadows, where none had existed before—Plunging the chamber into surreal twilight.

The shimmer continued outward from the epicenter of Echnos City. It didn't change everything, but, initially offered a sense of uncanny valley while it stole warmth and hope. It passed over inanimate objects—Metal pillars, walls, and floors—and an eerie quiet followed. The air would grow denser with the ground it covered, heavy, and with that density would follow a feeling of overwhelming dread. It was not simply fear that the phobis device emitted. It was an intelligent design that honed in on primal terror, that which seeped into the mind and soul unbidden, feeding on the deepest, darkest fears of anyone in the area.

The expansion was slow. Deliberate.

It would reach for the weakest first, those, without any mental defenses. From there…It would spread like a plague. Time seemed to slow for the Echani while she felt it latch on and find purchase. The battle meditation that Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex was producing with his occultists would help the Sith Order withstand the deluge—But that was all. The rest would suffer in varying degrees. It might start with hearts racing faster, breathing, in short and shallow gasps while paranoia set in. It would tap into their vulnerabilities, whispering in unseen voices, bringing their worst nightmares to life in hallucinations so vivid they wouldn't be able to tell right from wrong, friend from foe, or this reality from the next.

It would take time for the power of the phobis device to hit the city walls…But it would. Every infected individual was an amplifier. Each Sith that had participated was a transmitter. There was no wall to keep it out. No door, no shelter. It would engulf everything in its path, hungry, and would increase in potency the longer she left it active. Even she occasionally saw shadows on the edges of her vision, but, it didn't need her anymore. Now—It was a self-sustaining loop.

Fed and powered by Echnos City itself.

Srina had done her part.

"It is up to them now…the others…", she mused, her voice barely a whisper, as if speaking to the device that howled on the Moon of Echnos with abandon. "The Order must prove their worth…Or fail in the attempt. We do what we must."

Her presence had provided an advantage, but now, it was in the hands of her people to decide the future. Srina would remain to protect the relic, aware, that many would die…But that was the price. It was war. The reasons and motives didn't change what would transpire. Sith were forged in blood, tempered by suffering. They stood tall not by luck, not by favor, but because they survived where others did not. It was not for glory, for honor, but for power.

It was here that the Sith would show them all…True—Fear.

To the likes of which they had never known.



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Equipment: Robes | Saber | Ring | Ring
As most of you figured out cause I was trying to be obvious about it for your convenience - Srina has activated a Phobis Device. The wave starts in the middle of the city and working its way out, spreading, further and further as described in the post. Sith writers have some measure of protection provided by Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex but it's 100% up to all of you how your character gets affected or if they don't get affected at all. I just want to be clear, that decision is totally up to you. I also imagine it affects people differently.
 
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Kaila took one step forward, then came to a sudden stop. She thought she was staring down a fully fledged Jedi knight, but as neared it became clear... He was just a child. A padawan.

The Force was so. Bloody. Cruel, to send a child to fight her... To fight here in this doomed city of all places...

Even if she spared him, The will of The Force- of The Empress- was clear. It would only delay an inevitable, cruel death. But she just... couldn't. She couldn't bring herself in that fleeting moment to do it's will, nor the empire's, even if meant sparing them the torment she just couldn't.

That hesitation could very well be her undoing.

Her cloak billowed behind her, hanging off her shoulder to one side as if she were some winged creature stretching one arm.

She felt... wind. Wind? In a dome city?

She was suddenly- violently- cast aside by her old enemy. An invisible enemy. An omnipresent enemy. The force carried her without mercy, violating all sense of control she ever had, as it had ever done since the moment she awoke in that Imperial hospital years before now. The rooftop disappeared from her view, only the inside of the dome above her now, pocked with fire and falling supports as Alliance bombs dropped and lightning storms conjured by ignorant foes raged to throw all sense of control into chaos.

She... would have liked her last sight to be a bluer sky than this.

Either way, maybe this was the better outcome? She... tried. Her best effort wasn't enough but it was there. At long last she could be unburned of her guilt. Unburdened of her many failures. Unburdened of her... fear.

She closed her eyes. Was this the "peace" Jedi preached about?



Kaila felt her body lurch and suddenly stop and gasped, assuming she had struck the ground, assuming this was that last prelude to a violent but hopefully painless end and yet... By the gods... she could still hear it. She could still hear the accursed fighting.

Her eyes shot wide open.

She was... floating? Then she suddenly dropped again, this time only a few inches.


"Surrender, I do not wish to kill you unless I have to."

No. no. no no no!

She was still here?!

She was still. fucking. fighting.

Kaila sat up suddenly, quickly folding one leg behind her in a sweeping motion that left a crescent line on the carbon scored metal floor and in the blackened glass left by Carnifex's massacre. She rose to one knee, then to her feet as she stared at the woman who saved her. Dared to drag her back into this nightmarish hellscape in the making.

"Surrender...?" She echoed, more of an exhausted wheeze than intelligible speech.


"Look... Around you..."

Kaila spoke through labored breaths, gesturing to the battlefield with an inactive lightsaber, shoulders tiredly hunched.

"Look at the dead rising... Feel the fear... The uncaring- hopeless- sacrifices!"

Her voice was pained but not by her physical condition. Not quite a cry, somewhere between pleading and acceptance, unsure which stage of grief she was feeling at the time.

"Look at how we fight... Because we can't surrender!"

"Haven't any of you felt it...? Heard it?" She took a stumbling step forward.

"The... whispers. Counting down... You came here to liberate these people but She won't let you...

The Dread Empress won't let us leave... None of us! Not you! Not the citizens! Not... Me..."

She was almost shouting now, not even at the Jedi. Just... the world. The Force perhaps. Anything that would listen, uncaring if her words fell on deaf ears or not, just so long as she didn't go quietly when the force claimed her, that she did not go without protest.


"This isn't a fight that cannot be won, Jedi! Not by you, not by me! Even if I turned my blade on our dread masters it would accomplish-"

"Nothing!"

"They'll... They'll kill us all before they let you impede on their pride... on their control. Every citizen, Every alliance soldier, Every masked storm trooper- every Sith, enslaved to a higher power..."

"I would fight it, you know... If anyone could truly fight such monsters... such chains"


Yes, acceptance. That was the stage.

She took a deep breath, realizing she was ranting the way she always criticized Jedi for. Even if there was no real moral argument to be made, no force based philosophy to debate over the clash of blades.

Just a hopeless rant she needed to get off her chest.

"I'm... sorry" She said, straightening her posture.


"I've seen your face once before. Felt your presence in the force... Ironic, that we fought on the same side, once..."

She could it coming now. She knew the Jedi could too.

For all that cryptic rambling, for how insane the Sith Apprentice sounded, it was all true.


<<Wo...>>


She, like so many others, heard The Empress inside her own mind.



And forced her eyes shut, knowing what was about to come. Kaila clenched her fists, her leather glove straining beneath her cortosis gauntlet. Then she sat down, cross legged in a meditative pose. The Jedi would strike her down, not until she drew her weapon at least. She tried so desperately to think of her master, of all the cruel things fate had subjected her to.

She needed... Anger.

She needed... Hate.

Anything! Anything but... Fear.

She would either weather this storm through the Dark Side or she would be be driven mad by the greatest weapon she would ever know.


Already the Phobis Device that was now activated by The Empress was spreading fear and insanity across Echnos City! And any second now, it would be here.


Everything fell silent, and then in the distance, screams... Imperials turned on each other, Alliance soldiers unprepared to see their worst fears forced upon their eyes on loop became dazed, confused, enraged, gunning down their own people. Mothers turned on daughters,

And millions screamed.
Kaila took one last shaky breath, and a tear burst from her closed eyes no matter how tightly she held them shut. It would all reach her and the Jedi any second now, inescapable. Inevitable...

"You brought this on yourselves... But I'm... so sorry...!"


Dreidi Xeraic Dreidi Xeraic \ Srina Talon Srina Talon \ Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex \ Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax \ Varys Amun Varys Amun

 
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Allies: Connel Vanagor Connel Vanagor | Lt. Bren Alazar Lt. Bren Alazar | Gress D'ran Gress D'ran | Jonyna Si Jonyna Si | Varys Amun Varys Amun | Tarw Rhyfelwr Tarw Rhyfelwr | Vulpesen Vulpesen | Zaiya Ceti Zaiya Ceti | Avery Vaaki Avery Vaaki
Enemies:: Srina Talon Srina Talon

You.

The word was punctuated every time she used it. It was though she was blaming him, and yet speaking through him to the one her hatred was truly directed at. This was not the work of the Jedi, but rather a Jedi.

Deep anguish filled his soul. Where he should have felt joy and happiness there were none. Judah knew his feeling too well, it was an intimate void he had tried to fill many times. Nothing would ever be able to heal the wound which the loss of a life mate inflicted. Tears fell from his face as he was forced to live her past while being reminded of his own. Whether it was anger or pain, Judah pressed against her memory. He did not want to know who had killed her husband for fear that he would hate the truth once he knew it.

Valery Noble.

Judah pushed against it. The memory brought the death of his own wife to the forefront. His anguish had been great. His grief had been deep. Images of her lifeless body pushed against the Echani’s mind. Judah was unsure if they would fill her mind as well, but at this point they were wholly connected. The force was not a conduit which flowed one way. The same pathway she used to send could be used to receive.

His head nodded. The Jedi did not expect the Sith to feel as though he understood her point of view, or to recognize he shared her pain. They had a common point, but it was clear she had no intention of delaying her plan. Everything she did had an origin point. It was the death of Maliphant and the birth of Empyrean. If Judah could step back in time and prevent the act, he would. Just because the Echani was Sith, it did not mean she deserved to see her lover murdered in front of her.

The act had been cruel.

It was not justified.

She had been wronged and the Galactic Alliance would be made to pay.

Judah understood, this would not stop. It would continue until the Alliance was nothing but a heap of ash, or the Sith Order no longer posed a threat to the galaxy. For a moment the Jedi faltered. He had wanted to believe the Alliance had changed from the days of their initial founding, but they had not. Judah wanted better, he had argued for better many times with different administrations of Jedi.

His sigh was heavy.

It was heavy with regret.

It was heavy with the truth.

Srina Talon Srina Talon was correct.

Cause and effect.

Her fingers were cold like death around his neck. The Dread Queen, it was a moniker Judah would learn intimately in moments which passed. She took his fear and fed it to the device. His visions had made him susceptible to her. Everything she wanted from him had been easy to take. Judah held nothing back because in that moment he did not want to hold anything back. The Alliance he had bled for at times, the one he had tried to preserve, was responsible for the Corpse King.

<<<...Thank you...>>>

Her gratitude made his eyes go wide. In the next instant he was flying through the air. It happened too fast. She thanked him. The force pushed against him. A shockwave of invisible energy erupted from the center of the machine. All of it combined sent Judah further than the woman had intended. She simply cast him aside, likely not caring where he landed. His body fell into the glass coffee table, the sound of it shattering absorbed by the activation of the device.

Judah went limp.

Everything went black.

Screams filled his mind, crying out from the darkness. As his vision came back all he could see were the citizens of Echnos City holding their loved ones. They cried out with the same sorrow and despair he felt at the loss of his wife. It was the same agony which Srina had felt as she held her dying husband in her arms. Jedi and Alliance soldiers littered the mass grave that had once been a lively metropolis.

Judah stood at the top of them all, his lightsaber alive and humming.

It was not blue, but it was red.

His eyes fluttered open. He was back in the mansion. The room was blurry as Judah pushed himself back to his feet. A metal palm was exposed where the glass had torn the synth flesh of his prosthetic arm. The physical evidence of the sacrifices Judah had made over the years had been exposed to a degree but that did not matter now. The device had been activated, and it had been his grief and fear which had been the catalyst to push it over the edge.

Whatever happened from here…

…it was his fault.

Judah heard the woman chanting something in the Sith tongue. Her ritual was complete. By the time Judah managed to get his body fully upright the thing had been done.

He failed to stop her.

Judah could not run after her, or lunge at her with a weapon. He did not even know how to stop the device. Could it be destroyed? The shadow would have to try. Weakened steps carried him closer to the device. His mind filled with terror of what would happen if he did not turn it off, or destroy it. His lightsaber came to life. To some relief the kyber crystal still emanated a blue blade. The second hilt remained on his waist for the time being. He knew she would not let him destroy her machine without a fight, but the Echani was not his target.

The sapphire blade went into the air, his intent was to strike at it and cleave it in two. It was a foolish idea, but making irrational decisions in the heat of the moment was not a new quality to the older shadow. Rationality did not always guarantee success, and in Judah’s experience the unorthodox often proved to be more fruitful than traditional methods.

Judah often succeeded because he was more reckless than cautious. He could only hope that would prove true once again.

His blade came down toward the machine.

 
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THE CHAOS PACT
Proclaim this among the nations: Prepare for war! Rouse the Warriors! Let all the fighting men draw near and attack.
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Objective II — Echnos City:

Allies:
Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex Srina Talon Srina Talon
Enemies: Gress D'ran Gress D'ran , Lt. Bren Alazar Lt. Bren Alazar , Connel Vanagor Connel Vanagor ,
Engaging: Gress D'ran Gress D'ran , Sara Roche, Vulpesen Vulpesen | Open​

Weathering the Alliance onslaught was like asking a child's sand castle to hold fast before a tidal wave. Yet that is what the sons and daughters of Apophis did. However, that didn't mean that no high price was paid.

Volcanic spurts of dirt, blood, and body parts erupted all over the frontline. The first trench line was not destroyed, not overrun. It and a hundred Sith militiamen and Pact troopers simply ceased to exist.

The Pravus Assault Walker Lord Simiar was struck directly in the cockpit by a pair of ion bolts from Cerberus. It not only fried every single electrical system on the walker but also the nervous systems of the crew, leaving them barely breathing husks with minimal brain activity. The carnage wasn't only limited to a single platform as waves of ionic energy rippled from the impact point onto other vehicles. Several advancing walkers engulfed in the blast wave shuddered as their systems attempted to cope. Electrical circuit breakers and surge protectors were overwhelmed. The Fist of General Karna was caught crossing extremely uneven terrain, pocketed by turbolaser artillery, just as its internal gyroscope violently detonated. The massive walker froze with its right front leg outstretched before, with a terrible screech, it collapsed under its weight, crushing three main battle tanks underneath it.

With their shields weakened, three more Pravus’ fell victim to the onslaught of CHOMP missiles whose seigurium cores effortlessly sliced through their weak top armor and went straight into their reactors. Explosions carved deep gouges into the landscape. Main battle tanks were thrown like toys.

“We can’t hold!” a Sith Cultist shrieked. Even madness had its limits. She began to scamper out of the trench. “Flee! Flee!”

Her head turned into pink mist. Astdevim Akhor'menet lowered his blaster pistol.

“Are you dogs not sons and daughters of Apophis?” Akhor'menet declaimed, head-high as he walked down the trench line, oblivious to the whizzing shells that slaughtered Pact and Sith alike, “Did we not face this foe at Mirial? Did we not survive a decade in the desert and return to the Warmaster’s fold? We will survive this. We will endure the unendurable for our vision is clear. The Galaxy shall know Her salvation and we will be its heralds! Hold firm, 789th! Hold firm and make them pay in blood! Theirs or yours!”

A resounding bellow rose from the trench line. Fussilades of blaster fire fell upon the advancing hellstompers. Ordnance 105 Field Artillery Pieces were firing at practically point-blank ranges, targeting systems pointless in this maelstrom. Flak fire had dissipated after Krayt forced it into cover, but it was far from insubstantial. Tracer lines chased Alliance starfighters and drones alike.

Guided missiles whipped over their heads, launched by hidden Tank-Hunters, targeting the smaller walkers. "Don't bother trying to engage the superheavies. Nothing we have will penetrate them frontally!"

The walkers and armor joined in the symphony. The surviving twenty Pravus-Class Walkers opened up with their main arsenal. Fragor 406mm L/60 Howitzers opened up. The ground trembled under their great roars. Massive shockwaves reverberated for miles across the landscape. The light flashes were painful and immense, searing blazing white afterimages into scanners and retinas alike. The shrieking of the massive ten-ton high-ex shells was akin to a supersonic freight train.

Their secondary armaments did not remain silent. MegaCaliber Six turbolaser cannons lashed out at the advancing Wildcats while CC-L44 Binary Laser Cannon spat rapid-fire death at IFVs and Medium tanks in all directions. Hellfire Verpine Shatter Guns blazed away at exposed vehicle sensors with Flashbang Rounds to blind them. Meanwhile, the 220mm Mortar mounted on their backs unleashed a constant barrage of heavy shells that scattered shrapnel and death across any infantry formation caught in the open.

The surviving Mors Ferro Heavy Battle Tanks moved for a counter-punch. Aware they couldn’t possibly defeat the Alliance tank-on-tank in a direct engagement two swinging hooks were launched from the flanks. Two tank Battalions, each with thirty MBTs escorting fifteen IFVs, formed in a V arrowhead formation. Their goal: to envelope the advance of the thunderstorm and pound them from every side and even rear. Or at the very least hope to split their fire away from the defenders to give them time to reorganize from the pounding they had just received.

"Respond in kind! Full frontal firepower! For the Warmaster!" came the roar from the advancing tankers. Now vengeance was certain.

Suddenly three more heavy Walkers detonated, throwing their turrets sky high, after lightning strikes tore them apart. More bolts fell across the landscape, turning hundreds of men into ash in the time it took to the brink.

“WE HAVE A FORCE USER! I REPEAT A FORCE USER! ALPHA LEVEL AT LEA-” came the shrieks from a tank commander as their vehicle became a lightning conductor. The crew jerked and danced like erratic puppets or melted onto the white-hot hulls for an agonizing eternity before their ammo storage torched off.

Now, vengeance was a lot less certain.


80th Tank Regiment: 60 (-20) Mors Ferro Heavy Battle Tank, 30 (-6) Loculus Armoured Personnel Carrier, 18 Ordnance 105 Field Artillery Piece, and 450 (-90) dismounted infantry

90th independent Walker Battalion: 18 (-7) Pravus-Class Assault Walker, 3 (-7) Loculus Armoured Personnel Carrier, 45 (-105) Dismount Infantry

1082nd Anti-Aircraft Missile Regiment: 15 (-5) Loculus/AA

Walkers, Infantry, and Artillery return fire of the 90th return fire at Firestorm.
Emphasis on targeting anything but the superheavies to inflict damage where it is possible.
Two armored companies, thirty MBTs escorting fifteen IFVs each, make a left and right hook at Thunderstorm.
The appearance of a force-user destroys morale

 

Location: Echnos, near Airlock 5
Equipment: Senaar'gam (armour) | Varys' songsteel javelin | Senaar'sen kite | Jetpack | Twin maser pistols
Objective: Defeat the Valkyrie
Allies: Jenn Kryze Jenn Kryze Jonyna Si Jonyna Si
Enemies: Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax | Kaila Irons Kaila Irons | Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex

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For all Varys' skill with the kite, it was hard to argue with a pair of wings. The Sith moved moved on mere instinct, not with practice and precise control. The moment she committed to the dive, Varys knew that the attack wouldn't land. The Sith had slowed down abruptly, Varys had too much speed to correct her angle. She would overshoot.

And she did. Varys dipped a wing of the kite to try and roll out of the way but she was moving too fast, and the Valkyrie was ready. She saw her pull out her weapon, almost felt her smile, then Varys whipped past.


The pink-red blade swung fast, creating the illusion of a fan as it struck away the spear aimed at her back.

Something struck her, and Varys felt sharp pain lance across her back and side. She cried out in pain and risked a glance downward. Her armour was smouldering, and it was clear somewhere Varys had been cut, but it seemed her beskar plate had absorbed what would have surely been a lethal blow.

Wincing, Varys kept a tight grip on the handles. She leaned back, the energy of her dive taking her away from danger and towards the domed city's skyrise rooftops. For a few moments Varys circled warily, but she could not afford to wait long. The Valkyrie was already beating her powerful wings to close the gap, to finish the fight.


"Don't get carried away, little warrior! Otherwise, you'll be punished for your overconfidence!"

Varys grimaced at the shouted words. There was no denying this fight was uneven, a pitched battle that had resulted from her own hubris. Still, Varys had no intention of subjecting herself to the Sith woman's 'punishment'. She just had to think quicker. Fight harder, and she would get out of this mess alive.

She squeezed off two shots with her maser from a distance. Unlikely to hit, but if either of the blasts landed it would be more than enough to send the Sith into a tailspin. Keeping her momentum, Varys began a tight, circling descent. Her kite was manoeuvrable, and she was quickly gaining perfect positioning for another attack. She just had to climb a little more...


Teresa gripped tight a tall thin advertisement billboard pulling it away from the wall. In the next moment it was pushed forth spiralling towards the contraption.

A huge shape hurtled towards her and speed and Varys shrieked and pulled hard on the kite, climbing almost vertically and dodging the thrown object by a hair. The billboard sailed beneath her dangling feet with a whoosh. Another untimely death avoided.

But that was the least of her worries now. To dodge the board Varys had slowed to almost nothing, and hung lazily in the stale air currents above the city. Too low and far too slow. The Valkyrie was somewhere above, already circling for another hit.


As she shot past, she swung hard. Immediately, her wings flared out, straining against the speed, while angling to use the momentum to soar upward once more.

Sure enough, the next hit came a moment later. This one struck her on the shoulder with shocking force. She spun, gasped and steadied herself, sending a volley of whistling birds towards the Valkyrie's retreating form. Her arm twinged with every move. This was not good.

The Sith had to circle back around if she wanted to strike again. Varys considered following her, to force her into a turning fight. But she was dizzy and off-balance. She needed time to recover. Instead, Varys turned around, flitting between high-rises to grant herself a few moment's reprieve.


"Ri muiuri tuti dari... Sas ki kraujas, sas ki shukûâ, Nu ridasizi j'us.."

The air began to hum with energy. It was like everyone had stopped to listen. Something like a shockwave raced past, but Varys felt nary a puff of wind. She blinked confusedly. A moment later, the true weapon struck her.

It began as pain. Pain that tunneled through Varys' flesh from the wound in her side, tensing her muscles and arching her back. She faltered in the air. But that was only the start. A moment later, Varys' mind shattered into a thousand pieces.

She held her head in both hands, handles of the kite forgotten, screaming wordlessly. Every horrible memory, every barbed word, every single dark thought her morbid little mind had ever produced poured out at once. She couldn't stop the deluge, couldn't even slow it.

"Agghh. Nayc! Gedet'ye, gaa'tayl!"

The kite began to spiral towards the ground, but Varys could barely lift her arms. Feebly, the portion of her that remained conscious batted at the dangling handles. She could hear her own hoarse screams over the cacophony that had started up from below. Figures flitted at the edge of her vision. Jenn, impaled on a stake. Her mother Lyka, driving a beskad into her neck. The broad-shouldered man she had almost become. The spinning city was fading. It was the monstrous conjurations that grew clearer by the second.

"Buir, GAA'TAYL NI!"

Maybe, if Varys had trained her mind against psychic attack, she could have understood the nature of the onslaught. Maybe, had she held some sensitivity to the Force, she might even have resisted it. But Varys had no such gifts. She was not special, and she was overcome.

Her screaming quietened, not from a lack of effort but because her vocal cords had frayed and cut her voice loose. Madness danced beneath her skin. Horror twisted her guts. She wanted to claw out her eyes. Dumbly, Varys steered the kite, some baser instinct slowly turning her towards the only waypoint she could see, the one source of light left in the city. The manor.

She hardly noticed when the kite picked up speed, hardly flinched as the buildings raced past her, as the kite wheeled on final, uncontrolled turn, perhaps a few dozen paces from the manor.

A moment before she hit the ground, a single lucid thought entered Varys' mind.

Please. she thought. Please just let me die.
 
Equipment: Lightsaber, Nightsister Energy Bow
Tag: Kaila Irons Kaila Irons

The Sith seemed unwilling to stand down. Gesturing to their situation, the pain, fear and hatred that was building in the city. Dreidi looked with concern in her eyes, there was nothing that was necessarily suggesting that this Sith was wanting to fight or held a desire to see the end of the Jedi. Nor did they seem keen on killing innocent lives. Dreidi wasn't aiming to fight and cause harm if she could avoid it, "husks do not represent life. They are not truly coming back to life." Dreidi pointed out, she knew of Dathomiri Magick where the undead would be reanimated but they were still lifeless, they did not go on and live normal lives. The caster of the Magick died so did the corpses.

She did not fear the dead.

"You have a choice. You chose to act as if you don't but there is a choice. Surrender, come with me and we can find a way to resolve this." Dreidi stated, she lowered the energy bow since she did not want to offer chances of peace while holding a weapon and threatening the life of the Sith. It would not help the situation and only cause things to escalate. "The Sith believe they are able to succeed through tactics like this often. But we stand our ground. We show them that what they represent is weakness, that hatred cannot defeat love. That people want peace, that they do not want to be oppressed and controlled by a minority who seeks power and wealth." Dreidi remained firm, she did not know anything on the Dread Empress, nor did she know what the counting down represented.

But her gut was telling her that she shouldn't be sticking around for long. That things were only going to get worse.

Looking to the Sith, "showing that they cannot control you, that you can make your own choices and living the life you wish to live. That is fighting the monster. That is fighting the corruption of the Dark Side. I stand my ground and I tell them that they cannot force me to bend to their ways. I would die before I could be broken. I do not give the Sith an inch and I fight back with every breathe I have. If you see them as monsters as well, if you do not wish to become a Sith, then you must stand, you must fight and you must show them that they have no power over you."

Even as she was saying that, there was a darkness growing. A power that she knew was beyond a single person. It was a power from a device that she had only heard about from her mother. It was something that she knew would be the death of so many. Were the Sith Order so crazy desperate to use it out here? Did they truly fear the Jedi and the Galactic Alliance winning that they would attempt to use it.

"A phobis device? Why?" Dreidi felt a tremor in her voice, not because she felt the fear gripping her heart, at least not yet. She was just stunned that they would use a device so extreme in a battle like this. It felt like a desperate move at the end of a war, not a move that was at the start of one.

Turning off her energy bow, she clipped it to her belt and she grabbed her Lightsaber. Things were going to get crazy. The Sith was stating they once fought on the same side, "you are choosing to be my enemy. I am not seeking to be yours. I wish to end this peacefully, and I need to stop that phobis device." Dreidi was firm in her words, the situation was changing and she could feel the intense fear and insanity that was attempting to claw its way inside her.

"Do not apologise for your refusal to fight your demons. I feel sorry for you and hope someday you will be able to move forward." Dreidi stated.

The green Lightsaber ignited behind Dreidi and she took a firm stance, ready to face her opponent. Though as she did, she could feel it, she could feel the presence of darkness that she had not felt in years.

Entering her field of vision was the dark version of herself that she faced once before. A voice slick and dark scratched at her brain, kill this Sith. Don't show mercy, there isn't time for mercy. You need to get to the device and destroy it. Kill this pathetic, weak Sith and demonstrate your willingness to do what is necessary. Your willingness to step into the grey that the Jedi try to hold you back from.

Surrender to your true form. Surrender to the girl who can scream buildings into dust. Become the Banshee, Dreidi, use the powers you were born with. Scream so loud, so powerfully that you break this Sith's bones, that they bleed, become deaf and you show the true power of the Dark Side. Do it. Show us the power that you have, the power that you let the Jedi force you to suppress and cripple you.

Liberate yourself Dreidi Xeraic.

"If you were on Brendok, then you know that I am willing to stop anyone who causes harm and commits injustice. Whether that is someone who claims to be doing it in the name of the Light Side or Dark Side." Dreidi pointed out as she tried to ignore the hallucination of a version of herself that surrendered to the Dark Side. "Show me that you are willing to do the same and I will take you to my home on Dathomir, away from the Sith and the Jedi." It was properly not the move that the New Jedi Order would want or like, but it might be the best move in helping this soul take the steps away from the Sith and become an ally.

It was a risk that Dreidi was willing to make.


You are pathetic. Your father's failure. Your mother's disappointment. Your siblings rejected you. Your family left you and you refuse to accept that fact. You refuse to face the dark truth that you were never meant to be a Jedi, you were born to be a Sith. A Banshee that could scream so hard you could destroy cities with your voice. Demonstrate that power. Use it and you can destroy that phobis device! Not even a Dread Empress could stand in your way, not as long as you harness this fear and insanity, harness the chaos and shatter not just the dreams of your enemies but shatter their bodies till nothing remained! Dreidi, we are most powerful with our voice, use it correctly!

The voice of her darker self, her darkest thoughts were trying to scream their way to the surface. But Dreidi stood firm and showed no indication of acknowledge the fears, the desires that were being spoken to her. It was the device and she would not let the device have any control over her mind. She needed to remain strong.
 


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WEARING: Black Cherry colored sith robes
WEAPONS:
2x Lightsabers and The Dark Side
ALLIES: Srina Talon Srina Talon | Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner
ENEMIES: Lt. Bren Alazar Lt. Bren Alazar


The air was heavy, cloying with despair. A suffocating weight that settled upon Echnos City like a shroud.

Velda’s saber sang through the darkness, its crimson arc cutting the silence as easily as it cut through flesh. The weapon found its mark with precision, an effortless cruelty within the movement, and a head separated from its body. Blood misted the air, a brief scarlet haze mingling with the smoke of charred flesh. And then the mist vanished, dissipating into the night as if it had never been. The body fell, lifeless, to the ground.

Around her, the city seemed to hold its breath. The growing pall of fear was tangible, palpable, pressing down on streets already steeped in shadow from the outage and filth.

Fear, her ever-loyal ally, rose now like a specter, and with it, something darker stirred. The dodecahedron—its malevolent geometry—began to hum with life, its influence spreading like a sickness through the steam-choked streets and underground of Echnos. A breath of dread, infecting the citizenry.


It had begun...

And yet, her blade did not falter. It moved with purpose, weaving death through the air, trailing its crimson edge across the bodies of the innocent. They were nothing. Less than nothing. The saber spun in a wide arc, cutting down any who dared stand in its path, as blood splattered on the cold unforgiving duracrete.

She sensed, and then saw Gerwald in the distance, his own saber ignited, brimming with violent energy as he appeared to be courting combat with the targeted squad. Velda’s lips twisted into a malicious smirk hidden beneath her hood. Admiration perhaps, for his audacity.

They did not seem to see her coming. Of course, they didn’t, her presence snuck up on them. The squad was already too occupied, raining blaster fire and grenades on the Sith before them.

Through The Force, Velda’s influence would guide the explosives mid-flight away from Gerwald. Where they would land was of little consequence as long as they were respectfully away from the Sith Lord.

However, the display behind the man was rather impressive. With a parade of explosions literally reducing the streets to smoldering rubble.

Velda then fell into The Force and concentrated. Focusing on the Grenade launchers themselves, the idea was to dislodge their deadly warheads once the barrels were loaded. The intent? To cause their very weapons to detonate in their hands upon a last fatal pull of their triggers.

Their retreat was futile. Even as they fell back, they fell straight into her chilling grasp. Velda was there, among them now, her presence a dark, looming certainty.

The stench of sewage clawed at her senses, as she found the filth of where they had been revolting, and her nose crinkled in revulsion.

“You’re all disgusting…” Disdain dripping from every word.

And as she was among them, her blade began carving a bloody path through the remainder of their group, her movements precise, elegant, smooth, yet unpredictable in their efficiency....it was Form VII Juyo.

As she began, she meant to slice across her closest victim, as her blade cut through the air. Her desire to see the spark of life taken from them.


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It felt as if the very sun had died above her, as if a flash freeze silently brought the end to an entire world. She shivered in place, still sitting on the cold metal metal floor while she waited for it to pass over. The Jedi was wasting her breath, for neither of them could kill the dark Gods who set this into motion. Neither of them would stop their foul device in time, it was already too late. And neither of them, no matter how far they ran, no matter how deep underground they could hide, would stop Carnifex from finding her if she fled.

All that was left to do was wait for the inevitable screams.

And yet...?

Kaila woke up from her daze, laying atop a pile of rubble. The lights were on again, ash fell from the skies like warm snow as it crumbled against her naked cheek.

<<What... happened?>>

She tried to sit up, but couldn't. Her arms, her legs, they twitched but she could not move. A shadow spread across her, as if the sun was setting behind a dark tower. But what she saw when turning her head towards that shadow was far worse than any nightmarish imagination could conjure.

Her master, Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex stood over her, cold and uncaring as perhaps he had always been. His eyes staring into hers were empty black and red centered, like staring into the eclipse.


<<Defeated by a mere padawan... such a pitiful display>>

Neither his expression nor his tone ever changed, even as Kaila stared up at him, eyes wide with fear. How? how is this possible? The wind. Yes she remembered it now, being flung from that rooftop with the force. She must have been knock unconscious, perhaps that had even saved her from the Phobis Device. But if she had missed the battle then that means...?

Her master reached out with a hand that could have fit boulders in it's massive palm, and she felt a writhing pain all throughout her body. She could feel her Laminanium bones liquify, and chrome tears began to leak out from behind her eyes. She screamed as a thousand drops of liquid metal were pulled through the pores of her skin, forming a metal sphere above her.

She could feel them again. Her Vahla bones underneath, soft and made of flexible cartilage. All 206 having been malformed by improper healing, all 206 bearing fractures even to this day as Carnifex had broken each and every one of them many times over, training session after training session.

Kaila was just that little Vahla woman again. Soft, fragile, liable to break under the most basic of strain.

<<You have failed me for the last time, Apprentice>>

The metal sphere solidified above her and then suddenly dropped. Everything went black in an instant.

After all these years training, adapting to survive his teachings, killing her fellow apprentices to earn her continued place at his side, her survival, it had all come to this. And at long last, her truest fear, her only fear, had been her end. Slain by Darth Carnifex.


"Show me that you are willing to do the same and I will take you to my home on Dathomir, away from the Sith and the Jedi."

No... no that wasn't right. She heard a distant voice somewhere. Was she not dead then?

There was only one word she could recognize, one name that made any sense among the incessant whispering of a thousand voices within the force.

"No! no no!" not that place. She knew that place. The source of her shame, the failure of which she must redeem herself in the eyes of Carnifex, the very failure that brought her to Echnos!

"Don't make me go back! Not...! Dathomir!"

She pleaded. To the voice, to the force, to the device even.

Kaila could smell it. The rot and ancient stone. The dry dust shed from mummified corpses. Her eyes shot wide again, and she could see it. She was inside the Tomb all over again.

<<Kaila...?>> She turned toward the voice, and she saw him.

It was Darth Xyrah Darth Xyrah , her friend. Her only friend. The only being in this entire galaxy who she had ever truly trusted, the one who had been by her side ever since she had woken up in the hospital with no memory, ever since she had begun her training. The one who had tended to her wounds every time Carnifex broke something, the one who had snuck her painkillers even when their master forbid it.

Kaila's arm shot out, fingers splayed as she summoned the force against her will. She could feel it now, she could feel Darth Parasideus inhabiting her body again, wrenching control away from her. She was still possessed!


"Saryn run! I'm not in control-"

Fire spread from her palm. The pyrokinesis for which she was known engulfed him in a matter of seconds, amplified by the powers of Parasideus. She heard screams, her own tears turned to steam as they fell, and she couldn't help doing the same.


"No! Noooooooo-"

She shrieked even as the fires died down. There was nothing but ash in her wake.

Kaila was done. She surrendered to Parasideus, as there was nothing left to fight for in this rotten galaxy. She could feel her own mind eroding as the spirit rapidly cast aside everything that made Kaila who she was, hollowing her out to make room in his new body. She didn't care anymore. She didn't deserve to exist in a world where she was responsible for ending the only person who ever cared for her.



But then she heard something again.

Rocks tumbled around her, metal broke and droids cried out in pain as if they were human. She blinked, seeing the mines of Garde Noir. Seeing the home of Leven Jeyd Leven Jeyd .

Kaila couldn't move, yet her muscles were spasming. She only realized what was happening when the screaming finally registered. She could see Meir Greim's old and withered form, but how? She should be bound to a holocron, and it wasn't time for a lesson. She looked to her left, realizing the screams were coming from someone standing next to her.

It was Leven... they were both being electrocuted by Greim... she collapsed and looked up at Kaila with empty, lifeless eyes.

Her heart stopped for what felt like an eternity. It was as if she had just lost everything all at once. A companion? a Friend? A lover? Had it ever been clear just what they were to one another?. She didn't know but Leven was gone.

They were all gone.

Kaila had been so sure that there was only one thing left to fear in this galaxy. That only Carnifex could inspire such hopeless terror. But like a fool she had given herself the most dangerous affliction for a Sith. Something that could be taken away from her in an instant;


Love...

Dreidi Xeraic Dreidi Xeraic would see Kaila on her knees, suddenly clawing and clutching at her helmet, holding onto it as if it were the only thing that could ever protect her from these nightmares made manifest.

And then she just kept screaming until-


"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH"





Her pain and fear were so potent that it's manifestation echoed throughout the domed battlefield, kicking up dust, glass and ash around her in a circle and forming cracks even in the durasteel floor beneath her feet.

Kaila's chest heaved with every breath as she stood, cloak still billowing as the last of her psychic scream made physical began to dissipate. This was real, whatever it was. She could feel her bones again, metal and heavy as they should be. The sting of ash and recycled air in her lungs, the smell of fire and blood in her nostrils.

But she was not herself. Something had broken. She knew only war. Only violence. Only revenge against so many who held her chains up to this very moment. Revenge against Him. Against her Fate. Against... The Force.

She saw the Jedi, whoever she was, whatever memory she represented among so very few that remained in that already shattered mind of hers.

Kaila threw her lightsaber with such ferocity that it made her arm sore, It's Violet blade crackling to life and flinging sparks in a circular pattern as it spun quickly towards the Jedi.

Whoever this had been before, she was gone.

Kaila had died three times before and been born anew with each.

First she was reborn on Krownest with no memory but uncontrolled fire and screams.

She had been reborn as "Kaila" in the depths of Malsheem, steel for bones and tempered fire in her veins.

Dreidi had witnessed the death of "Kaila Irons"

And the birth of a Darth.


Dreidi Xeraic Dreidi Xeraic

 
Relationship Status: It's Complicated

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WEARING: xxx
WEAPONS: Ferrum Solus | Blodmåne | Strømafbryder
SHIP: Úlfs Reiði
ALLIES: Srina Talon Srina Talon | Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex | Jarek Voss Jarek Voss | Kaila Irons Kaila Irons | Darth Ultramar Darth Ultramar | Darth Nefaron Darth Nefaron | Kasir Dorran Kasir Dorran | QK-2510 QK-2510 | Velda Nar-Donna Velda Nar-Donna | Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax
ENEMIES: Connel Vanagor Connel Vanagor | Lt. Bren Alazar Lt. Bren Alazar | Gress D'ran Gress D'ran | Jonyna Si Jonyna Si | Varys Amun Varys Amun | Tarw Rhyfelwr Tarw Rhyfelwr | Vulpesen Vulpesen | Zaiya Ceti Zaiya Ceti | Avery Vaaki Avery Vaaki

The voice of his Echani mistress called out in his mind. Words spoken in High Sith echoed through the streets. Natural ears could not hear what she said, it spread through the force, though the dark fingers which entwined themselves around the citizens which gave their fear willingly without knowing what they gave it to. The device was ready. It was what the chant sang, and the song gave the wolf a smile.

He watched for a moment as the panic which had ensued descended into pure madness and chaos. As they all began to live their worst nightmare each began to turn on one another. They saw in those they attacked the fear which plagued them. Everyone saw things differently, but no one saw ordinary citizens. Monsters, villains, insects, wild beasts, murderers, were all seen instead of the one thing all of them were… innocent.

For a moment Gerwald relished in it. His attention was pulled away from the unit long enough for them to fire a salvo of grenades and blaster bolts his way. His saber remained ignited, and the sound of another lightsaber not far away had been welcome. As she did her part in dealing with the unit, Gerwald deflected the bolts and sent them wherever they wanted to. It no longer mattered where they fell, or who they hit. The people turned on everyone in sight, including the Galactic Alliance and Jedi in the city.

The putrid smell of the sewer still lingered on the air. The wolf could venture a guess as to why they had been down there, but it did not matter in the grand scheme of things. Even now, as the phobis device stretched its influence throughout the city they would understand how they had helped. This elite guard would be forced to recognize their bombing of the city had given the machine everything it needed from the people their actions had frightened.

They were human, weak. It did not take much to push his thoughts into their minds. It was easy to make them think what he wanted them to know. All of them would hear his words in their head as he pressed against their weakness.

<< “You did this… it’s your fault they’re all killing each other… You did this.” >>

It would be their fear, to believe they were sent into the city to rescue the innocent only to learn they had been used as executioners.

He laughed as he stepped toward them, hoping to draw their attention away from the fact Velda Nar-Donna Velda Nar-Donna was flanking them. Her blade arched toward them. She would cut through them if they did nothing to move. Gerwald hoped it would be easy to rid themselves of these vermin quickly. He ran toward them, his blade directed toward the soldier closest to him. He needed to dispatch them. The wolf wanted to dispatch them.

The blast which they had set off concussed in his ear. Ringing plagued one side as the explosion shook the ground beneath his feet. It made his footing unsure long enough that it made him miss his target. Just as he caught himself, he shifted, changed into his wolf. The beast lunged at the original target intent on ripping his throat out. They would all make him pay for what they had done, and Gerwald would show them what real fear was.

They may have known war, death, and pain, but he would teach them how to be afraid, what true terror and horror Sith were. What an abomination he could be.



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Allies: GADF Forces
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Zaiya wanted to snap back at the Sith, to correct his assumptions about her -- I am not here impress anyone!

She knew about self-preservation, but she couldn't just ignore people who needed help. She had to try, even if she couldn't save everyone. Not everyone was as lucky as her. And when he questioned her combat skills, she could practically feel her skin heat up with frustration, shifting into mottled hues of indignant lavender.

Zaiya's mouth opened, ready to argue, but she clamped it shut, swallowing the retort. She was no Braze Braze or Aris Noble Aris Noble , sure, but she could wield a lightsaber just fine - okay, maybe not the best, but still good enough. In her mind, Zaiya was already quipping, oh wait, that came out aloud. "Just because I haven't ignited my lightsaber doesn't mean I can't use it against you!"

She'd been training hard, working on her endurance and technique, but did it ever feel like enough? Probably not to someone who was so-o infatuated with death and gloom.

Maybe he should marry it!

Still, he wasn't trying to kill her, and he was willing to help. That was something. She might've had a few more teenage idealistic remarks to fling his way, but time wasn't on their side, especially with the Type III atmosphere seeping through the blown-up airlock.

"I'm not asking you to go near any Alliance forces! I'm going to try to get them to retreat via comm. But okay. Agreed." she shot back, unclipping her comm-link from her belt. If he wanted to forget he ever met her after this, fine. At this point, Zaiya just wanted to help those who needed it more than fight a broody, gloomy Sith.

She did her best to warn the Alliance forces that a retreat was imperative, that something worse was coming. But the response was less than encouraging. They wanted details, not just gut feelings, and said they needed orders from leadership to change the plan.

"Of all the -- !" Frustration blazed through Zaiya, her spots flaring into a sharp, irritated lavender. Never had she been more tempted to try and sway someone's mind with the Force than in that moment. She could feel her teenage temper flaring, lavender bioluminescent flecks darting over her skin, fueled by an impending sense of dread.

"I can do more than just a bubble," she muttered defiantly. Turning to the Sith, Zaiya gathered the Force, drawing on a technique she'd recently learned to create a Force Orb underwater. If she could shape the environment and make it breathable, then maybe they could still make a difference. Citrine and cerulean streaks of bioluminescence danced across her skin, glowing with determination as she crafted shimmering orbs around their heads with an oil-slick irradiance and swirling, protecting them from the toxic air. The Sith might not appreciate it, but at least it wasn't glitter.

"There," she said, exhaling slowly. "Now we can move and try to get these civilians out." If she couldn't make the GA forces retreat, at least she could help those who couldn't defend themselves. "Do you know any way we can -- "

Her words faltered, eyes snapping to the city's center. There, in the distance, a sinister pulse rippled through the Force, sending a chill down her spine. It was too late.

From the depths of the Dread Queen's sacrifice, a shimmering wave of pestilence began to spread outward from the heart of Echnos City. While Zaiya couldn't see the eerie shimmer as it crept over metal pillars, walls, and floors -- she could sense it.

It would leave nothing but a quiet, heavy dread in its wake. It wasn't just fear -- it was a targeted terror, a smothering miasma that would claw at the mind's most primal anxieties, feeding on the deepest fears of those caught in its path. In her mind's eye, Zaiya knew that as it spread, unfathomable whispered unseen horrors would latch into vulnerable minds, weaving hallucinations so vivid that the line between reality and nightmare would blur.

The kyber crystal in Zaiya's hair flared, as if preparing to shield her from the impending storm, but she could feel the terror closing in. It wasn't if -- it was when.

Nausea would twist her belly, and she felt the salvia in her mouth pool from the acrid taste of acidity.

"Oh, stars, no," she whispered, all color draining from her skin as her spots darkened, shimmering with silvery highlights against inky black. Her whole body reflected the panic she felt, like a galaxy imploding. Her heart jumped in her chest and began to race.

"We have to move. Now!"

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Win or lose, conquer or die, Jenn knew they would sing of her wrath for years to come, all too aware of how it magnified her aura. To the Butcher King, she was but another dumb animal throwing itself headlong into the jaws of death. To her Clan, she was an avenging angel come to lead them to glory.
Alas, Jenn's hubris would prove to be her undoing. Battle after battle, one momentous decision made after another - all of them had proved her right, time and time again. How could she not think of herself as a harbinger of change? Wisdom and might alike were hers, and in wielding them, she became something more than a warrior among many. The Alor of Clan Kryze ascended to something beyond the likes of mortal men, and came to personify a new ideal for her people! But, alas, righteousness could only do so much in the way of protection.
Far too proud as she was to ever truly admit it, The Redeemer was outmatched. The baleful entity standing before her was a nightmare come alive, whose horrid existence would not be ended so easily; not even under the combined assault of the Sentinel of Harmony's use of the elements and her own elegant strikes with her lightwhip. Their attempt at an all-out assault to knock him out of the fight proved unsuccessful, and his counter-attack...
Would have left her screaming in agony, consumed by fire - if not for the timely intervention of the woman she loved. For all of her pride, all of her great deeds in reshaping Clan Kryze into a force of good... there were forces yet beyond the reach of her sword-arm. She had ever-been obsessed with legacy, and now, she stood before the obliviating embodiment of the ruination of her people.
"Ri muiuri tuti dari... Sas ki kraujas, sas ki shukûâ, Nu ridasizi j'us.."
Jenn felt inconceivably cold.
Jonyna's warmth could do little to dispel the terror gripping her heart. It was only thanks to her monumental force of will that she managed to keep her body moving - to overcome the stupefying horror sinking its talons within her mind, and the deathlike lethargy that would surely have followed it. Even as the horrified screams of her warriors filled her ears, and soon became indistinguishable from the familiar voices of her family, calling out to her in anguish... asking her why she had not saved them.
Deactivating her personal shield, the Mandalorian tossed the handle of her lightwhip to her offhand, lifting her vambrace to unleash a swarm of whistling birds at the Sith before her, if only to buy a small amount of time for her companion and herself to coordinate their efforts-
"Buir, GAA'TAYL NI!"
From the moment she heard her daughter's voice piercing the skies, Jenn's concentration was shattered. Many were her titles and responsibilities in life - and yet, they all paled in comparison to the sheer importance she placed in her role as a mother. So it was that her helm turned away from her foe, drawn to the source of that distressing cry for help, ill-advised as such a course of action may be. The sight of her treasured daughter spinning out of control claimed a primal cry of fear and despair from her lips.
"VARYS!"
Already, her mind raced for a solution. A way for her to fight her way over to her daughter, to rescue her, and take her far away from the battlefield-
<I'll go and get her, Kryz'alor - keep your focus on the beast!>
Not all of the Clan's warriors had been rendered helpless by the horrid wave of fear. Some, like valiant Karrys, held fast even in the face of the abyss, rallying those who wavered with the sound of their voices - lending their strength to their brethren.
They could still lean on each other, for they were a family of families.
A Clan.
Snapping her attention back towards the immediate threat, Jenn deactivated her lightwhip, returning the hilt to her gun belt. Her shield crackled to life once more, then, as she drew her beskad. Sword and shield, as the heroes of old.
"We strike as one, Moontide!"
With a quick burst of speed granted by her jetpack, Jenn flew over the Butcher King with grace, landing behind him with her weapon at the ready. Forcing him to split his attention between the pair of them would be her next gambit; with an ancient war cry on her lips, the Mandalorian followed up a quick diagonal slash of her blade with a vertical one. Even if the beskar did not bite into his flesh, she hoped to give Jonyna an opportunity to strike true, where she could not.
Desperation drove her every effort, now. For if she died now, who would look after Varys?
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It was perplexing that it ought to feel so quiet—When Echnos was so loud.

Her eyes were closed while the phobis device pulsed and swelled with the intensity of the response it received from those it touched. It called a devastating song to the masses. It called and lured them in, whispering of freedom, of letting go, before it slipped into the darkest fissures and crevices of the soul. It found the things most sought to hide. In truth…The state of sentience was an ugly thing. Mottled and murdered by an unforgiving galaxy, nothing, was left unscathed. Everyone had something to lose.

Everyone had something to fear. Even if that fear—Was fear itself.

From the floor of the domicile of the recently departed governor, she listened to the Children of the Order make their way. Some found security in the ritual provided by Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex while others seemed assured of victory amid the growing chaos. The board had been set by the Alliance but the Sith had moved the pieces until a satisfactory resolution made itself known. The industry of Echnos City was valuable, as were the people, until the enemy declared and they became collateral damage. If the Sith Order could not control it…

They couldn't let it stand.

They couldn't allow production, trade, and credits to flow to a nation that sought to erase their existence. It wasn't a question of ethics—But the answer to a very simple mathematical equation. The more territory the bloated Alliance acquired, the more resources at their disposal, and the more difficult it would be to fight them in the future. Every battle should be fought as if it were the last. Every war should be pressed to the limit, as if it were the very end, because the alternative was to invite carelessness. Defeat. "Do not despair…"

Her words were for the Sith Order—For those that could hear her. Just as they had heard her throughout the incantation that had awoken the device. "This is your moment to take what belongs to you, to find your sharpness, to embrace your power."

"Rise above the waves rather than drown beneath them. Do not succumb to the fear—Become it."


Srina listened and endured while Echnos City turned itself inside out. She metaphysically followed the unlikely alliance of Kasir Dorran Kasir Dorran and his newfound companion. The skirmishing that was only on its first breath with Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner and Velda Nar-Donna Velda Nar-Donna somewhere near a capital building. She felt the heat of explosives that were nowhere near her. She even felt a change in the dark tide that was rising not far off. It was exactly as she had instructed.

Do not succumb to fear—Become it.

"…It is a pleasure to finally meet you…"

Her greeting was meant for the loss of Kaila Irons Kaila Irons and the arrival of a new Darth. It was a moment that deserved more than jasmine and rain-scented whispers in her ears, but it was all that could be done given the circumstances. A new child coming into their own was more than she had hoped for in such disarray but it was a tale as old as time. Through fire and pressure did a Sithling rise into greatness. There was nothing so harrowing, as this.

The stench of fear from the front lines was invigorating. Poignant. Passionate—And all-consuming. Parents feared for their children, rather than worrying about the fight ahead. Emergency life support was still online, but, every other facility function had gone dark. They had air. That was the only commodity afforded to anyone beneath the Dome. It was bleak in the strongest sense but everything was slowly clicking into place. As if, the very stars had aligned in their favor.

Perhaps they had.

What had been an invasion could very well turn into a "tactical retreat" if the course remained as it was.

Slowly, Srina pushed herself up from the hardwood flooring. Her body felt as if she'd been flattened by a printing press but she couldn't stay idle. No matter how much energy she had lost nor had badly she wished to sleep. Her people were out in Echnos City fighting. She would keep this relic spinning for them, spilling fear, for them, until they needed it no longer. Movement caught her attention across the room and she realized, with some measure of dismay, that the Jedi was still alive. She'd thrown him hard enough to hit a home run from Coruscant to Korriban—But here he was. Shambling to his feet.

His eyes were wild with the horror of truth.

He didn't even seem to see her there…Or he was just acting the fool. Again.

It wouldn't have been a surprise.

The telltale sound of a lightsaber flaring to life was accompanied by a shine of sapphire that gave the red warning lights a purplish hue. Srina acted on instinct as the weapon was raised and she pulled a heavy, ornate chair, complete with metal banding, from its position on the wall and slammed it brutally into the side of the Jedi. Her hand was unsteady…But her connection to the Dark Side was strong. The ring on her finger still hummed in warning while her vision flickered. Seeing things in her peripherals, that were not there. "You have done enough, Jedi. Cease.."

The low statement was not an idle threat, but, a promise of future violence lingering on the horizon. Her eyes were no longer that of a demon but aureate and touched with liquid gold. They were no kinder or softer than they had been before. If anything, it was worse, to see her lack of humanity, had nothing to do with the device. Her gaze flickered, evaluating, and she seemed to be pulled to her feet with unnatural grace. It was against gravity, almost, as if she were moving starkly in the reverse.

Her cold and empty glare never lessened.

"Test my patieence...Try it again and you'll lose more than your other arm."

No. She did not miss what his injuries thus far had exposed. She could see the nightmare floating around him like the veil of a weeping widow. He was still wearing his pain on the outside. Beaten, mistaken, and foolish as he was. He kept giving her ammunition. Giving her his fear, desperation, and shame. He was only feeding the phobis. Step after step, breath after breath.

It was the only reason he was still alive.


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The Sith's calculating gaze fell over the shifting hues, curiously taking notes of the ones which appeared to reflect her frustration. Still, he couldn't help but look at her as though she were nothing but a mere pawn in the game of dark forces at play. Zaiya's words about her lightsaber were simply met with a raised eyebrow that undoubtedly hinted at his skepticism.

But the same gaze quickly narrowed as it traveled to her commlink; the device threatened to undo whatever deal they had struck, for he knew even those who seemed harmless, were capable of causing destruction. Kasir had been tempted to snatch the object from her and crush it in his grasp. He didn't want to bear the consequences of this gamble, where the stakes were becoming increasingly high. But to no surprise, everything she said to her allies carried little weight, and he instantly let out a dry laugh. It was a sound that had not escaped his lips in what felt like ages. "See, even they’re tired of your nonsense"

While the colorful and protective barrier she conjured offered a sense of security, it also left him feeling doubtful. Both eyes traced around it, taking in the details. His head shifted to the right, and then to the left, as if testing to make sure it did not hinder his vision. “It’s still technically a bubble,” he muttered under his breath.

Having been more distracted than a Tauntaun in a blinding snowstorm since crossing paths with the girl, he assumed the emergency powers may have activated a force shield to protect the atmosphere; but amidst the chaos that now spread in every direction, he wasn’t going to wait and see either. Kasir decided to simply embrace the new protective layer as though it were a crucial piece of his armor set.

Another realization dawned upon him; death would be the only thing that could halt her chatter; but before he could ponder any further, his entire being was pulled towards the inner city. It was a darker power than anything he had ever witnessed since serving the Order. The source was known to him, but it was still more than he could have ever anticipated. The citizens were now under its influence. Kasir could hear nearby screams, distant laughter, and even death filling the air. Above them all, however, was the sound of a Force Scream. Not only did he hear it, but he also felt it.

As the colors of her skin turned darker, it seemed to communicate a warning that the fear had already seeped into the air around them. Without any hesitation, Kasir spun on his heel and saw a pair of stray citizens. Their mumbling of words that he couldn’t comprehend was enough to unleash a strike from his boot, sending the first crashing onto their back. With his free hand, he unleashed a Force push, crushing the second victim against the wall of a nearby building. The palm then cupped under the orb as his eyes closed. Distant memories flooded his mind. Each one felt like a physical blow, completely unbearable, and taking him back to when he was nothing more than a troubled child on the streets of Dromund Kaas, long before the Inquisition found him.

As the scene played out, his jaw clenched tight, teeth grinding against each other. He was attempting to suppress the rage that wanted to consume him whole. He desperately wanted to escape from the images of his past. Kasir then heard a voice echo within - the words of the Dread Queen Srina Talon Srina Talon , sparking a flame deep within that brought forth a sense of purpose. With every ounce of strength, he then glared at the young padawan, his eyes smoldering with hate, as if promising death.

“You’re just waiting to set me up, aren’t you?” The words were shouted, his voice rising in anger. The Sith quickly scanned her over, as if searching for something. “Give me that commlink,” he added as his hand extended forward. Another pain stabbed through his skull, forcing Kasir to turn his head and fight once more to keep control of himself. “I should’ve just killed you.”

Despite everything, he still hadn't activated the weapon in his hand. There weren't many options, and he certainly wasn't heading back for the airlocks. “With or without you, I’m going further into the city.”
 
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She could sense that the phobis device was heavily impacting the Sith before her, and not necessarily in the ways that she could have predicted it would affect one. It was not unheard of that the phobis device would drive even Sith insane and into crippling levels of fear due to the deep power of the phobis device. Hearing the fear of going to Dathomir, Dreidi raised a hand in the hopes of soothing the pain that the Sith was feeling. "Then we don't go to Dathomir, we just need to leave here. It is dangerous and only going to get worse."

Dreidi was hoping to help this person in front of her, if they had worked together in the past then there was a chance that they could work together well in the future as well.

Kaila then fell to her knees in front of Dreidi and her dark hallucination stepped to the side, she is going to scream. Scream as loud as her voice can before breaking. You can feel that energy building within her, the uncontrollable fear, rage, pain and the need to burst out, the inability to keep it within. Reminds me of us. When we first discovered our true voice. Our true power. Perhaps it is fate that you face someone who is trying to break you, fight you with a power that you are a master of. At least, you were a master of it.

Till the Jedi forced you to hide it, made you feel it was an evil, a power that ensured you could never be a Jedi. They used it to judge you, ensure you will never be accepted by them. That you will always be an outsider.

"Shut up!" Dreidi growled, unable to keep ignoring the hallucination any longer.

When the Force Scream burst out of Kaila, Dreidi protected herself, using the Force to create a barrier. Feeling the scream hit against her barrier, she lowered the barrier when the scream finished and saw that an attack was coming her way. A violet Lightsaber flung her way, she shifted her Lightsaber in her hand and deflected the Lightsaber back to the Sith. Her feet slid back on the ground, the force of the attack had been surprisingly strong but Dreidi was skilled in duelling.

Seems that this Sith is no longer wishing to talk, seems they know something that you refuse to understand. That only the strong shall live, that only killing those that try to stand in your path will ensure victory. Mercy is weakness, mercy will get you killed Dreidi Xeraic. You will never live up to the name of your father, of your mother.

Dreidi felt her grip tightening on her Lightsaber, she wanted to strike down her evil self straight away but held back and focused on the Sith. There was a different aura but it was had to tell, everything was intense and overwhelming with the phobis device running. Dreidi stared forward. "Fight this, let us end this peacefully, let us leave this place before the device pushes us into actions we do not wish to succumb to." Dreidi was wanting to resolve without fighting, she was keen on helping.

You will die because of this pathetic coddling. You pathetic excuse for a warrior!
 
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Kaila turned sideways just in time to avoid being cleaved by her own saber as the jedi bat it from whence it came, catching it before it could pass her by entirely.

"Fight this, let us end this peacefully, let us leave this place before the device pushes us into actions we do not wish to succumb to."

"There
Is
No
Leaving!"


She bellowed, Igniting a second lightsaber. A shorter defensive shoto, but it's synthetic crystal was Blood Red, a reminder of where her loyalties lie, no matter if it had been her choice or not. Carnifex had taken a weak little Vahla and forged her into something new, something stronger, something darker. The Phobis device merely accentuated those qualities which He had sculpted to twisted perfection.

"There are two Gods in this galaxy, Jedi. The Force, and Lord Carnifex. No matter where we go, no matter how fast, no one can outrun fate forever. He will find you. And I refuse to die! Not until it is of MY choosing!"

Nearby fires began to grow with startling speed as fear and hatred radiated from her, amplified not only by the device, but by the anguish of millions.


Do not succumb to fear—Become it.

"…It is a pleasure to finally meet you…"

Her greeting was meant for the loss of Kaila and the arrival of a new Darth.

<<Who... are...?>>

She paused, soon realizing that it was the voice of The Empress. But why? Why had she taken notice of a her? A worm like her?

No... no that wasn't right, not anymore. She was apprentice to a God, who had slain all other students in her way. She was the chain which bound Parasideus.

She was...

She was...?


"Who am I...?"

"A Sith is not controlled by fear, fear is controlled by the Sith. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, and hate leads to power. Do not forget these words, apprentice, they will be your solace."

She remembered the first thing her master ever said to her, the first time she had ever heard that haunting voice.

<<Thank you...>> She whispered softly to The Empress

<<For reminding me... who I truly am>>

"That I... I am... Sith"


The flames grew even higher, taller than the one who will they had been bent to.

"I am... Fear..."

"I am Anathemous, Dark Lord of the Sith!"


The flames leapt to her side, and with one pulling motion, they struck in a roaring charge at the Jedi, fiery glow obscuring all else from sight in that dark city.

"And I will be denied no longer!"

Not by the Jedi. Not by the Force. She refused to live in harmony with an omnipotent will that dared to steal agency from her.

When the roaring flame finally died down even in the slightest, Kaila leapt through the flame once again, unleashing a flurry of blows, combining agile but frenzied Jar'kai with the sudden and heavy strikes of Juyo as her master had often taught her, emboldened by the Dark Side and gaining momentum with each strike.


Dreidi Xeraic Dreidi Xeraic Srina Talon Srina Talon

 
The only easy day was yesterday.
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You know those types you don't want to meet in a dark alley?
Yeah, we scare them.
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<< “You did this… it’s your fault they’re all killing each other… You did this.” >>

[What the?]

[Who said that?]

[You heard it too?]

[“I think we all did…”]

None of them were really all that surprised that their shots were deflected, but they had to do it. What bothered them was brought up by Gabriel… You think we don’t know we’re bad people? You’re dumber than you look!

Calm down… Michael put his hand on Gabriel’s shoulder, but the team’s second just shrugged him off. This isn’t helping.

You know that I respect you, but with all of that due respect… I don’t give a frakkin’ care! I am so tired of these high and mighty holier than thou magicians! You think you have it all, and maybe you do, but you live for fear and that… that you lost on me… on us. He was out of powercells and his rifle was empty, so Gabriel then, in a fleeting attempt to back the Sith off, grabbed his knife as he turned to face the Warmaster, even pulling off his helmet. My ancestors date back to the Republic… an old mantra is “For Liberty or Death”... so you’re gonna have to kill me.

He knew what was about to happen, and so did the rest. What they were surprised by is the transformation in front of them. It didn’t matter. The woman flanking them was not unnoticed, Raphael, Uriel and Raguel were all ready for her, not that they had much chance. This was their last stand…

… and they were going to stand tall for as long as they could…

Gabriel would indeed be the first to fall. The Wolf tearing at his throat, it did not matter that the knife Gabriel was swinging at what could be considered “the hip” or not, he was going to go down punching and clawing to the very last bloody breath.

Sariel opened fire at the beast but knew that he was indeed “next”. He would not go down quietly either as he jumped at (with an intent of jumping onto) the animal. His own knife and blaster in hand.

Raphael, Uriel, and Raguel would not let the woman get the jump on them as they dropped to the ground into prone positions and opened fire immediately. Two sniper rifles and a “heavy” went to work, and while they stood little chance (and they knew it) she would have to work, and work hard for her prize.

Michael… Alazar… Lieutenant… Bren… he understood finally, all of those lectures he got from Mueller as he tapped his comm-link. It was time to “finish the mission”.

[HellStomper Actual (@Gress D’ran) this is Omega Actual. My locator beacon is activated. Target my position. Danger Close.]

Targets: [SO] Gerwald Lechner Velda Nar-Donna
Allies: [GA] Gress D'ran
Location: [Echnos City] - Making way to the Governor’s mansion

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Plasma met solid blade.

Sparks flew.

The Dark Lord's blade burst, shorted out by the cortosis. Dispersed energy snaked between the two combatants, arcs of crimson energy snapping violently before expiring with a hateful whisper. Deprived of weapon, the Dark Lord's fury was transferred to His fists as they struck without hesitation. Instinct had taken over, thought driven from action, a hundred years of skill conditioned by incalculable warfare reigned. They would find that the Dark Lord was just as ferocious and lethal a combatant unarmed, each blow augmented by the unfiltered power of the Dark Side of the Force.

Still clutching inert lightsaber in hand, the Dark Lord sought to ram His tightly clenched fist across the Jedi Master's face, before pulling back for an uppercut that might send her flying. He moved fast, actions carried out at impossibly quick intervals. His whole body appeared to shimmer with movement, armored cloak billowing at His back as He advanced upon the Jedi with ruthless, uncompromising force. His attention was only drawn away as His senses alerted Him to danger from the rear.

Spinning about, the Dark Lord flourished His cloak towards the approaching Mandalorian. Long blades, each just less than half a meter in length, sung through the air with keening wails. They had been edged with tal'beskar, that blasphemous metal wrought from beskar that had been tortured and warped by hatred and malice; imbued with the mutilated screams of Mandalore itself. In fact, the Dark Lord's entire armored writhed with the screams of Mandalore's lost sons and daughters, their harrowing cries carried upon the merciless wind.

Crouching down, the Dark Lord propelled Himself forward, determined to extract Himself from the disadvantageous position of being pincered by His adversaries. Landing, He wheeled to face them, His bladed cloak dragging along the ground with a shower of sparks of debris. There was a brief pause in violence, as the sounds of a dying city became unbearable noticeable. Deep within, the Faithful of the Totality had given themselves over to delirium, dancing to the swaying cry of the phobis device now brought to terrible life.

All reason had fled, all sanity forfeit. They surged forth, giving themselves over to the horror. Order had given way to mania. Those who stood in opposition to the Sith would find themselves drowning in a sea of psychosis, the power of the Dread Empress imposed upon them. For now, the ritual to bolster the minds of the Sith and their retainers held strong, but even the weakest in mind and will among the Sith's numbers would find themselves swallowed whole by madness.

Sheathing the disabled lightsaber at His waist, the Dark Lord then spoke. "What you call fear is but a shadow of it's truest form. Motes of dust, hear my words. There shall be no hope." He reached out, green flame rushing out from His palm and into the open air. From the flames came shape and substance, and as they burned away they left behind a sword of immense proportions. Its hilt comfortably rested in the Dark Lord's hand, His fingers curling around it. But the blade of this terrible sword had been broken, severed in twain, leaving only a jagged edge where once there had been metal. Runic inscriptions cascaded down the half of the blade that remained, radiating with a dark and ancient power.

"Behold, the blade that tasted the waters of the Wellspring and gorged upon its heart. Tosochkashai, Gliod'limkil, Haran'kad. It has fed upon a thousand's thousand souls, know that yours too shall be counted among them." Gripping the weapon with both hands, the Dark Lord advanced. He covered dozens of meters in the span of a breath, swinging His massive sword to strike at either of them with tremendous force.


 

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