War, What is it good for? Absolutely Nothing! (Invasion of The Silken Asteroids) [Crusade + Horde]

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

i cant say i wont follow but ill doo a patrol of my area ok [member="Break"] "star said as she closed her eyes feeling the force flow around her she reached out through the door "the outsude of my door is clear

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

The thing about space was that it was big...really big. So big in fact that many people argued that it would be impossible to actually put into words just how big space actually was. So when the fighters targeted two floating humans in the middle of space it was with some degree of inaccuracy. After all targeting systems, especially those on fighters of Yuuzhang Vong were little less than point, then shoot.

This was why Luke Skywalkers targeting computer was useless when he aimed at a target 2 meters wide and had to use the force instead.

So it was without surprise that most of the weapons aimed at the less than 2 meter by 2 meter target that was Zoey and Soliael missed them by quite a bit. Though a few times the plasma ran around them heating Soliaels face and awakening him from his slumber. As more and more plasma bolts were fired Soliael realized that eventually they would be incinerated.

Bloodies eyes popped open beneath the mask, coherent thoughts rushed through him, Zoey had taken enough of the power to at least straighten out his thoughts...somewhat.

When the missiles came Soliaels eyes popped wide open, and immediately he threw up his palm. A withering force barrier appeared between himself and the magma missile. The missile exploded, concussive force and a hot white blast of silence. The barrier was shattered into bits and the explosion bit and ate at Soliaels clothes.

It vaporized starship wreckage, fighters, and nearly swallowed the Moross pair whole. Only by the skin of their teeth where they tossed aside from the explosion, scooped up and thrown into a field of wreckage brought on by the battle.

A hissing noise was heard, air escaping from Soliaels suit.

Things were looking dire.
@Enigma @Zoey Marix

 

[Break]

LOCATION: Flagship
OBJECTIVE: Bout to pwn


Break got the notification of a battle happening in the hangar. His target wasnt very smart if this was their plan of attack. To start on the outer part of a star destroyer and work your way in? That seemed like a really bad plot to a really bad action movie. A stealth attack would have been the best plan, but apparently someone was feeling brave. Break liked that he liked people who valued courage over life. he would arrive just in time to watch [member="Vaas"] jump down and attack the squad of 3 men ((2 npc and one man)) Break would listen before attacking but would charge his plasma shot as he did so.

[member="Hannibal Oryen"]

 

[Garza]

I had not felt so much pain in my life. Some say that by giving birth you expierance the most pain, or a heart being broken so small that they could fit through the eye of a needle. Only they were wrong. My body was tearing itself apart. So much so that I could feel blood break through the pores of my skin.

I kept absorbing energy. So much so that even I could feel the strength in my body increase hundredfold. I felt as though I could destroy all life, and still have enough to create a new. But even then, I had not dented the amount of energy that the God had. Ships flew at us firing bolts that could turn a ship into a pile of sludge. Continuing to absorb the energy even then, Net had raised his hand to create a shield. But it was not powerful enough.

Thrown back like a ragdoll, I could barely keep a hold of the man. Crashin into a large debris field of what was once a ship, I could feel the bones in my body snap. And my vision was black as the void of space that we were in.

It took me a moment to get my bearings. even then, it was like I was drunk with a long overdue hangover. Not to also add that I was slowly being torn from the inside out. I turned to m right to see the god. He was laying there in what seemed a dormant state. Probably because he took most of the hit for me.

Looking to him to see if he was okay, I tried to float over to him. But even moving my fingers took so much energy. I had to fight until my let breath. I would not give in! Never! I pushed off with the little energy that I had. Which was not much at all. Through the distance of a few meters seemed to take hours to travel. As I could see a vacuum. The oxygen in the suit was leaking.

I wished that I learned how to sew or to somehow form matieral back together. This was not a good situation. "[member="HK-36"] I need extraction now! I don't care what you are doing, I have a man losing air! And I you dont come, so help me, even the gods won't hold me back!"

Speaking to he god hoping against all that he could hear me, "Hang on! Don't do this! You have more to fight for! Please."

[member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="Enigma"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Ordo"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Akon Devoda"]

Aboard the Siege Tower
HK took the power cells Aedan gave him, although he would probably even let the mercenary keep his weapons intact, it's not like they were enemies, or that Aedan was a fanatical Horde supporter. The droid hand the power cells to two of his guards as they took unconscious [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] and they carried her away from the dropships to the med-bay where she can get some rest.
"Sorry, but I cannot take any risk, I know you two, and if I make sure that you stay aboard this ship I know that it will just mean less deaths on my side. Once the battle is over I will release you on the nearest planet or give you a lift to Abregado-Rae or Mandalorian territory and then let you go."
He would nod, slightly glancing to Akon. As much as he would like to let his friends just leave, he didn't wanted to look bad in front of Moross. They hired him, after all, and just releasing two veteran elite mercenaries, hired by the enemy, right after luckily capturing them, well he probably wouldn't be getting paid extra for that.
"It is not like you actually entered into any combat against me or my employers, just wait the battle out and relax."

As HK saw a squad of ship security troopers pass by he waved them over, they quickly closed in on them, saluting to the droid.
"I want you to escort these two to our cells, make sure they have food and drinks, and not just MRE's and water, the good stuff, and give them one of those portable holo-screens so they can watch something for entertainment."
He would look back to Ordo and Aedan,
"You two have number to my comm channel, if you will need anything, let me know, just as well I will let you know when the battle will be over, or when we will be jumping out of the system should it go in Horde's favor, that will be when you will be released from the cell."

[member="Zoey Marix"]
Just then HK got a transmission from Zoey and immediately after hearing her request he sent directions, based on the coordinates the transmission was sent from, to the squads of fighters and a dropship, who still had to scramble out of the hangar after re-fueling and getting more ammunition.
"Extraction with escort is on its way. I would recommend you contact the Moross ships as well, they are closer."

Either way, it could have taken anywhere from between few seconds to a minute or two, but Zoey soon enough would be able to see the escort of Protectorate fighters along with the welcoming sight of a dropship to carry them away.

 

[Onrai]

"Where is that transport going?" Circe pointed to a group of Moross craft entering the debris field. "Send our wings after those ships."

The three wings that had previously fired upon Soliael and Zoey moved in to follow the transport. Once within range, they began to fire, both at the dropship itself and at the fighters escorting it, their Dovin Basals working to absorb the incoming fire as their yaret-lot opened up. The ships likely were not prepared to deal with the coralskippers' fire, but while they likely weren't, if the dropship managed to escape the plasmid rock being thrown at it, the fighters would have failed.

"Destroy that dropship before it makes contact, and incapacitate those two. Send in our own dropship - escorted by Eightguns."

The Ranator itself began to move towards the debris field, a smile on Circe's face as they kept moving forward, firing all shots in the debris field and shooting at the enemy fighters - and any nearby debris.

[member="Zoey Marix"] [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="HK-36"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Enigma"]
"Enemy wings moving in against our escort."
HK nodded,
"As planned, engage the enemy."
The advanced Protectorate fighters expected to face coralskippers, after all HK fought the Vong, he fought the Vong on Eriadu, he was one of the few veterans of the original Vong Wars still around, he knew their weapons, their methods, he made sure to brief his pilots on the coralskippers abilities.

Either way, as the Protectorate fighters of the escort engaged the three wings of coralskippers, keeping them busy, [member="Zoey Marix"] and [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] could see a peculiar sight.
A man appeared in front of them, dressed in Protectorate air-sealed armor, seemingly out of nowhere, the soldier extended his hand out to them, motioning for them aboard. The man was standing in an air-lock of stealth ship, to be specific it was the ship HK called the Knight of the Eclipse, a ship HK received for helping put down that undead rising thing.

This ship would not be so easily spotted by Enigma as the other ships of the escort, and while her three wings of fighters were busy with the decoy convoy, it was a perfect chance for Zoey to get aboard with Sol and disappear on the stealth transport.

 

[Onrai]

"Ma'am, we're reading a new... Life sign?"

Circe paused, focusing in the area. While the ship may not have been easily detected through normal means, Zoey and Soliael were still alive, still detectable in the Force, not to mention far from dead. She felt them being moved aboard the stealth ship and closed her eyes, moving in front of a console and typing out rough targeting locations.

"Fire in this location. Full spread. I want to get them before that transport picks them up."

Slowly, the Vong transport moved towards Zoey and Soliael's location, the Eightguns moving to fire at the two drifting humanoids as the transport loomed closer.

They were so close now...

[member="Zoey Marix"] [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="HK-36"]

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

(Apparently were abandoning posting order now )
Soliael was barely conscious at this point. The light leaving him and oxygen fleeing along with it. He blinked a few times as he saw the droid. Part of his mind tried ot reach out and touch it through mechu-deru, but he quickly crushed that response. He could feel Zoey at his side, bursting with power.

She had saved him.

His eyes blinked away blood, and finally as the airlock sealed behind him he let out a loud deep breath, grasping the back from the bottom and tearing it off his face. Blood spilled from it in massive amounts, his entire face almost stained in dried crimson. He began to look at the Iron Knight before him, eyes shifting...with renewed light.

The blackness had come from his eyes, ravaged and destroyed by the darkside he had taken in him.

“Thank you.” Was all that he could manage before collapsing in the air-lock.
[member="HK-36"] [member="Zoey Marix"] [member="Enigma"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan calmly walks towards where he is directed appearing calm and nonchalant its not like he was upset about this. Hell for all the Horde knew they were captured and once it was found out that they were mercenaries they would be released and the Horde would hopefully send the rest of his payment if not he would come and get it himself. Upon arriving at the cell and looking around he glanced at [member="Ordo"] then at one of the guards. "Hey think we can get a Derjarik board in here with that food?"

 

[HK-36]

[member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="Zoey Marix"] [member="Enigma"]

Considering that the airlock to the stealthship didn't open that far from the floating Crusaders, Enigma may have as well just fired at the position the two were at from the start. That, combined with the fact getting them aboard the swift ship would take just a second or two, and the distance between them and her ships gave enough them enough time to get aboard the stealth ship.

The Knight swiveled around as the fire came at them, large spread at the distance from the slow Vong transport made it easier for the swift stealth transport to maneuver around them at the distance. The rescue was quick, short, efficient, they would not give too much time for the slow transport to close in on them.

"All units fall back."
HK ordered from aboard the Siege Tower as the decoy dropship and starfighteres raced back to the frigate in evasive maneuver, giving the frigate time to start firing with its lighter laser turrets at the coralskippers, the thing about Dovin Basals were they could not function as shields and propulsion at the same time, at least not as efficiently, the skippers had to choose then, it was either to follow after fighters or keep their defenses up against barrages of anti-starfighter fire from the Siege Tower or to boost their speed to catch up with the evading starfighters.

Aboard the Knight of Eclipse,
The ship was able to barely evade the shots from the spray of Vong transport, thankfully to the skills of veteran pilot aboard the craft, a ship like that could not be given just to any new pilot out there.
The droid soldier nodded to Sol and Zoey simply.
"My pleasure."
He would look to the organic pilot in the cockpit as they were getting away towards the outer rim of the battlefield. The droid was an HK but it wasn't THE HK, just one of his guards. The HK-HK was aboard the Siege Tower still, making sure the troops were ready for another boarding action and giving out orders.

And as for the unlucky prisoners [member="Ordo"] and [member="Aedan Miles"],
Their guard nodded simply, disappearing to return after a while with Derjarik board he would give to them through the slot in the doors of their cell.
"Anything else I could get you two?"
You could say what you wanted about a droid being placed in charge of a planet or a company of mercenaries, but the prisons under him were a pretty nice place. Of course most criminals were just handed over to the Protectorate or executed.

 

[Saera Willamina Savan]

Unaware her mother needed help, Saera and her small company of men packed up and went back home to their orbital ring. The End.

[ - exit - ]​

 

[Seris Vant]

Cypher, The Lord of Black Sunlight; had come to the holy grounds in which gods themselves did battle. The Moross Crusade had by their supposed divine righteousness and authority decided to try and kick the stuffing out of the Horde. And they had a right to by the Galactic playground rules everything ran by. That meant they accepted retribution also. The Horde were allies of the Suns, while it suited each. Cypher would meet that arrangement by standing arms in hand with them against the aggressors. Well; two Pellaeon's and one Nimix Heavy Cruiser specifically.

Aboard the Pellaeon Star Destroyer: Errant

Upon the command chair the big boss sat. Come to challenge the gods in his might engines of war. Power enough to render whole worlds lifeless at his whim. He pondered whether they really were gods. Perhaps simply force users crafting a grand lie to their followers. Always the chance they were the real deal. What power they may poses anyways he shouldn't have to deal with anyways. He was here to fight in space, and scrap any enemy vessel for a gravity well to take. The blurring lights of hyperspace slid back to simple dots of light. Stars vast distances away from them. Cypher's small but mighty task force had arrived on the outskirts of the asteroid field. Wasting no time they began to force their way past the rocks and meet the enemy. And best he hail his allies.

"Greetings Horders and allies alike. Reinforcements have arrived point 225-011. Send us IFF codes and we'll bring down hell upon these false gods for ya". Cypher grinned. He always loved to boast and bravado in the beginning of a battle. Then bring his all.

 

[Garza]

Ships came for us. Ones that were the same as before. However his time it was my turn to return the favor. My body had been next to the god. Crediting a force barrier between us and the ships should one of their bolts hit us. A man had pulled us up onto the ship and with the aid of a few men. We had made it into the hangar.

I pulled at Neths oxygen supply to see that even when he was given hours of oxygen, it was down to a few minutes worth. All of that was drained when he was loosing oxygen literally he really would have had only a minute left to live. Speaking into the com to HK-36 "thank you for coming." I didn't expect him to get there so quickly but it was worth it. I could still feel as though my body was vibrating. Much like how small the star was, it could have been considered a neutron star. Yet it was powerful in the force because of the amount needed to make it.

Everything was done for my part. And I wanted a rest. That what I just did. Allowing myself to pass out and thump to the ground.

[member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="Enigma"]

 

[Dredge]

Darkness, darkness was what enveloped Dredge. He had turned mad, truly mad. He had ordered retreat of all things, but not anymore. A limp Yuuzhan Vong hand lay on the ground by the throne room, next to it was the shattered skull and brain fragments of another Vong. The land lay there motionless for a few moments before it twitched, but a twitch soon lead to a finger to start to move. Slowly and slowly all the fingers on the hand moved until they clenched together to form a fist. Following that motion a cough was heard as the Overlord's chest began to rise and fall. Slowly Dredge began to cough and breathe as he looked up to see the blasted lights of the ship. Was this heaven? Was this the blessed path of the afterlife, had he finally passed on. Moving slightly dredge could feel the soreness in his body. No, no he was not dead. Thanks to his body guard he took the brunt of the hit causing himself to live. Although he could not remember anything of the attack, the bridge must of taken turbo laser fire or something. Sitting up Dredge leaned against his throne and coughed. Looking around he could hear blaster fire going on in the background of it all. Coughing more and more he reached for a comm unit to contact the person he trusted most

"Lord Commander [member="Break"]! What happened?! My men are dead and I have awoken in their blood." Coughing again Dredge wearily stood up then looked around at the situation. He was ok, a few bruises and cuts but he was for the most part okay. " [member="Dagon"]! Status report!" Walking over to his dead guards he grabbed items for combat. Two Amphistaffs, two fighting claws, and a organic rebreather he slapped onto his face. the ship had been breached the middle of the asteroids had been mostly destroyed by some giant spawn of hell.

Moving towards the window the overlord coughed again but less since the rebreather had started to filter the dust from the air. Still scanning the area he needed to lead again. He needed to fight for his people, and he needed to do it now. Then he heard something of interest. The black suns had arrived and they were offering help. Looking out the window to scan the battlefield Dredge could see the Moross and his own fleet broken and beaten to hell. But their capital ship was still going hard. "Suns! Thank the gods! I need you to engage Moross' flag ship! Send boarding parties and we will do the same. Both out fleets are in peril! We need to strike them down while we can. Take any other ship you can afford and begin the evacuation of the New Orders star destroyer. I thank you! Now let us destroy these false gods and make them our slaves!" With a roar dredge echoed through the ship. He was back and he was going to see to it that the paid dearly. [member="Cypher"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

He came for one reason and one reason only.

Amore.

The war between the gross Vong and the insane Crusaders didn't matter to him. What mattered was that [member="Amorella Mae"] was in trouble and needed his help. And he always came to protect those he cared for. He jumped out of hyperspace behind the Fringe fleet. He was in his personal yacht and far enough away from the main battle that he was not too concerned. Mikhail Shorn sat in the pilot's seat, clothed simply in a t-shirt and jeans. He looked as if he had come here for a joyride rather than to wreak havoc on the allies of the Vong.

Cold eyes watched as the Sith battleship listed sideways in space, spewing flames from the ripped off command tower. He'd felt a lot going on in the Force while on his way here. A lot. Apparently, his senses hadn't been wrong.

"Amore," Shorn sent telepathically. "I'm here."


Suddenly, three ships came out of hyperspace bearing Black Sun IFF. They didn't look friendly. Sure enough, they began moving to join the Horde's fleet. Mikhail's eyes narrowed on the ship.

"Pariah, locate the one pinging the command code."

"I will acquiesce to your absurd request," replied his ship's computer.

In a moment, data trawled along a tacscreen. Mikhail smirked. Sweet. Then he reached out into the Force and drew in an absurd amount of the Dark Side. With the aphotic energy writhing within him, practically bursting, Shorn stretched out a hand toward the Black Suns flagship and wrapped his telekinetic willpower around the ship's bridge tower, where [member="Cypher"] stood. Mikhail heaved with all his might upon the bridge structure. The structure wobbled under the stress. If Siobhan Kerrigan, master of telekinesis, could exact such a terrible toll upon Vulcanus' ship, then surely Mikhail Shorn, a peer of the peerless in telekinesis, would be able to do the same.

And he was not alone.

"[member="Jared Ovmar"]..." Shorn grunted telepathically to the man inside his head. "If... you want to help... smash some bad guys.... of the Fringe.... now would be a good time."

 

[Arage Bao]

Darkness and Death, it surrounded them and blackened their souls. Time had passed since the last time Jared had felt the sun shine on his skin, and the grass under his feet. The taste of wodka was lost to him, as was the touch of a woman. Something else had filled those holes, pure hatred and disregard for his enemies. Seemingly Mikhail had brought them to a new place, as Jared reached out into the living world he felt... pain and destruction.

If he had been able to smile, he would have. But alas, a ghost does not have lips to smile with. Joy radiated from his essence nonetheless, as he felt the dread from the Vong who were being slaughtered. Once they had been allies, but there was this saying... never trust a Vong? Or maybe it was, always kill a Vong. Regardless, they had come to wreak havoc upon the worlds of Fringean Allies. And more importantly... there was someone here.

A girl he had spoken to once upon a time on Coruscant, when things were different. [member="Amorella Mae"], what she was doing here? Jared did not know. But Michael seemed to know her as well, and came to help her. That was enough for the Ghost.

When Michael asked for his help, again the Ghost would have smiled. His disability to do so started to wear on him. At any rate, Jared sent his acceptance of the request. But did not speak, that was not necessary any longer. The amount of time they had spent together, their essence linked... speech was not compulsory anymore.

The Ghost of the Mind concentrated itself, and started to weave together with strength, his will and his hatred. He drew upon his pain, and pushed it into the stream of power that Michael was generating. Jared had never been a very good user of Telekineses. It had been the mental powers, where he excelled in. Sharing his power with his host? Not a problem.

The bridge of the ship would have to contend against the raw power of two Force Masters. It would not be an easy fight.

[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Power roared into Mikhail's body, a cimmerian flow of energy channeled by one of the greatest mentalists in the galaxy and one of the most renowned users of telekinesis in the galaxy. His entire body began to glow from the sheer amount of raw Force that he held inside of him. So much power. He felt stronger than he ever had been before, even when fueled by two Sith and the Soulsaber on Dromund Kaas. Mikhail had transcended his previous heights. He had broken skyscrapers and a Senate Dome, but this... this would be his greatest display of power yet.

The sickly-sweet intoxicating swirl of the Dark Side filled him as never before. His body began to shake, nervous system firing uncontrollably as the Force rolled through him - an unstoppable might. He needed to release it now. His body couldn't contain this much power. Fearing he would end up looking like Kaine, Shorn unleashed the monumental amount of Force power.

Sweat ran down Mikhail's face and back. He squeezed, fingers curling into a fist. In the vacuum of space no one would hear the squeal of twisting metal. Shorn utilized the Force to attempt to crush the bridge tower itself. If it succeeded, the durasteel would bow inward, weakening beneath the onslaught of two Sith Lords. Then Mikhail would pull with everything in him. The structure would wobble and begin to slowly tear, venting atmosphere and debris.

He would not lose those who he cared for. And those who sought to do them harm? He would rip them apart.


[member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Cypher"]

 

[Ereza]

Aboard the Freya
Meditation Chamber

Quite a lot had occurred in the last several pages of writing, and while normally Amorella's writer would sit down at her laptop and write for you a novella post that would detail reactions and statuses in regards to all things pertinent, powerful, and perilous, she has had a long week of putting lots of overtime hours in a work and is simply not going to do that.

Short and sweet, boys and girls. Nobody wants to read a wall of text unless it's written by [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], because boss.

Things were ... chaotic aboard the Freya after the creation and subsequent destruction of the Darkside sun. The command ship had, thankfully, suffered moderate damage but on the whole had come out relatively unscathed. This was thanks in part to the utterly faithful people aboard the flanking Ithari Swarm Frigate, which we will name Chivalrous, because that's what it was. Without any second thought to their own well-being, the Captain of the Chivalrous moved the larger frigate to block the Freya from the vast effects of the dark sun. Chivalrous groaned as it's engines and weapons powered down in order to bolster that of its shields.

In the end, the dastardly thing looked a bit like Twoface on a bad day.

Amorella had been mightily thrust from her Battle Meditation by the onslaught of the Darkside powers and now sat crumpled on the floor of the meditation chamber with her heart hammering in her chest. Pain shot through her body, the ache in her heart was tremendous. So much death. So much anger.

The woman gasped, pulling the silver half-mask from her face, panting to catch her breath.

Amore ... a familiar voice entered her thoughts and she winced to hear it over the resurgence of Darkside sickness she could most undoubtedly feel in her bones, ...I'm here.

"Mikhail," the utterance gave her some form of metaphysical strength. Somehow knowing the man had come to help on his own accord, it was a beautiful thing. With a steadying breath and a weary expression, Inari slowly pushed herself back to her feet, reaching a hand how to feel the solid form of one of her White Cloaks at her side, ever loyal. The Aesir managed a smile, "Take me to the bridge. We must assess the damage before the enemy does."

She needed some time to rest, but Amore gave a one more effort to return the communication to [member="Mikhail Shorn"] by touching upon his mind with a sensation of gratitude. Fleeting though it was, she was sure he'd recognize the gesture.

Off to the bridge she went.

 

[Vereor]

The engagement between the two dark forces, one corporeal and the other not, lasted until the demons plaguing Vereor’s mind had pushed him so far into the starship’s core that he arrived near engineering.
Strikes after strikes made no mark on the army of shadows, hounding his every move. They laughed and they mocked, they – figuratively – pushed him to the ground and made him fall. They were true tormentors, of his past and a future that may or may not be.
One figure he saw when he ran down a corridor away from the monster prancing after him, old and withered with a cane and over-flowing robes. He stopped, mind rushing and racing with thoughts and emotions he had only ever made others feel. It looked at him from under an endless hood and he knew, without it speaking that it was he. He was such a withered old man, incapable of speech or anything but standing up. It crumbled to dust as he tried to pass it and followed him, filling the floor with puddles. Every step yielded a reflection of himself in some insecure way.

This was not his mind. These were not his thoughts.
After entering a large room, darkened by a lack of light but not silent he stopped, catching his breath. The Summon Fear had forced the Sith Lord, former Warlord into a vulnerable state that he had not experienced since childhood. It left him angered and pained and tired.
Bodies of stormtroopers lay around him, crushed under girders of metal or piled atop each other, melted into a single form.
Insignificant. He knew they were the pawns in a scheme so grand that their very lives did not quench the third of the end result. A Monstrosity Across the Stars so vast that it encompassed every known world, civilised or not. So powerful that the only force exhumed was that of peace. He had a part of play in this plan. He then knew of his significance to this vision.
“I am fear. I am pain. I will not bend nor tolerate such weaknesses in myself.” His voice gained strength, it gained focus. So did he. The red light disappeared and the lightsaber clipped back onto the belt of the evo-suit. He stood in darkness, eyes closed and concentrating on all the powers the dark side could manifest.

Pain and fear were permanent factors in the wreckage of this star destroyer. The latent power excreted during this invasion was probably more than enough to fuel his desires.
Controller of the dark side, of the Force. Commanding it to his very whim and every order it followed obediently. Using it to cleanse his mind of whatever had afflicted it. Emotions powered the Force, it allowed him to dispel the Sith Magic used upon his person and use its energy to revitalise physical energy lost.
His breathing stopped as the shadows continued to move. They spat, bickered and leapt through him, but he did not flinch. Far from being rid of his fears, he embraced them. But the manifest shadows of his brother and himself and the army they had commanded flickered away in the flames of this room.
Inhale.
Exhale.
It was done: he was rid of those shadowy creatures. His control of the Force did not stop there, however. He called out, through it. To all those who could hear the lure of the dark side. All those in this battle and possibly beyond.
“You may have thought you won. You may have thought that you, using such Magic had bested me. You have not. No one truly capable of such mastery of the dark side of the Force can ever be bested. I am strength; I am fear and when I find you – mark my words – you will know a pain unlike any this galaxy has known. And I will find you.”
Eyes opened. Anger bubbled inside of him, but he did not act upon it. A liar, deceiving was always Vereor’s best trait.

He moved further into the depths of the slightly-operational engineering sectors of this ship, guided by the light of his red lightsaber. He had an idea of Star Destroyer-sized proportions.

[member=Anaudius]