The Force flowing through his body served no purpose other than to relieve the Emperor of his Affliction. It served Vereor no ill, nor did it power him to allow the surge of energies absorbed to extend into the walls and the floors, and all of the metal aboard the ship in an array of heat. Until eventually no more energy could be used. Although, altering the temperature of the metal, just like anything Alter Environment had allowed, did not require much focused energy, nor time. A quick and easy solution that could have otherwise had disastrous consequences.
The metal of the bridge and the innards of the ship began to super heat, even to his touch. Hands removed themselves from the corners of the walls just in time to spot [member=Darth Vulcanus] seemingly turn into a ray of hope, a dazzling star and torrent of fire within the very bridge of the star destroyer. He had, however, created such a star in space, not in the starship. It shone a brilliant white and burned like any star should do. Its brightness did not scold the irises of the Old Man only due to the photoreactive screen on the evo-suit; providing him with enough shade to physically make a break away from the stormtroopers – who were now boiling in their own armour while it melted to the floor – and down the hallways.
Again the metal creaked and bent, it cracked and bubbled. Each way he turned, it snapped. Until it all fell. He was not near the bridge to see what had happened, but from what his body told him – which hit the ceiling, it had collapsed in some way, shape or form. Perhaps the Force’s doing, or perhaps not.
Oxygen vented, rightly so, out of the bridge that seemed to fall into the gravity of the rest of the ship. The hulking mass of burning metal – that continued to do so even after the star had been devoured by what the Crusade call a god – collapsed in on the rest of the ship, through the hangar bays and through engineering levels, near reactors and drive cores. It was a dangerous time to be on the Xo’Xan star destroyer.
When Vereor came to, after falling unconscious from contact with the ceiling and then the floor in quick succession, numerous times, his eyes blurred and the darkness that surrounded him seemed to jump with life. The Fear that had been cast upon while his mind, while defenceless and open, had begun to manifest itself into all manner of beasts and creatures. It spoke in deathly voices, although some were not.
While his head fizzed and tried to make sense of the beings in the same collapsed, dark, hallway, the hissing ignition of his red lightsaber provided enough light for him to see with. He spun it in the direction of these horrors, one of them looked like a zabrak of yellow skin and dark tattoos. This demon pounced at him, focusing all its evil and hatred upon the destruction of its ‘brother’. Hesitant, he made a slash through its torso while pushing his body onto one knee. Dein, the demon brother he had not seen since he had butchered the clan on Iridonia, merely walked through the lightsaber beam, unaffected and unworried. It laughed, and laughed, and called an army of servants to do its bidding.
Just like all beasts, these could be killed.
[member="Anaudius"]
