B E A C O N
Location: Beach
Objective: A
Enemies: [member="Graxin Rade"], Wookies, Jedi
Theme: The Animal by Disturbed
War brought pain, it brought destruction, and it conquered where peace could not thrive - everywhere. In this galaxy there was always strife, always chaos, there was no peace and there was no serenity - there was only discord and hate. And so this hate had spread even to the reaches of Kashyyk, a world that had experienced the reign of the Sith Lords in the past and were fated to feel their icy grip once more. And so the Sith Lord stepped from the waters where she had been silently waiting for [member="Darth Carach"] to break through the defenses, patiently up until now. It had been far too long, Wookie armada and Jedi forces or not. She watched with envy as he took up a connection with the Dark Lord himself and quietly fumed at the squandering that the man took part in - absolutely livid that they had not moved on to engage the enemy directly. "Never leave a man to do a woman's job." The Voice muttered, brushing aside the lock of hair that had previously obstructed a portion of her vision. She stood alone behind a semi-circle of these incessant Vong warriors, none of whom were worthy of breathing in her eyes but she was by far not one to discard tools before they could be properly used, wearing a black glistaweb robe that shone in a contradictory fashion, as though the darkness was devouring the light around her, with her hair down and swept back behind her shoulders. She was never one for armor, even as an apprentice when she was still a frail little girl, and had grown used to wearing lighter material to compliment her skill with various applications of force speed and lightsaber combat.
However, regardless of her impatience, she was certainly not one to rush headlong into battle without some method of ensuring her own victory, and while she could theoretically support her fellow Voice of the Dark Lord, she was by no means interested in helping him obtain more pebbles until he'd given Silara what was hers. Unfortunately for the approaching armada, there was indeed something at work that would partially explain the oddity of her clothing, as well as the noticeable darkening of the water that ebbed and flowed at her feet. Much like the fog-like mist that had grown in the forests some hours earlier, a black mist would begin to envelope the immediate area and come together like a low-hanging cloud at the water's surface and slowly began to build up its might as she also built up her concentration. While on Manaan the entire western front had been decimated because of the fear they encountered while dealing with a lone Sith Lord that had ripped their forces apart while they were blind and suffering from a smothered connection to the force - such was planned for Kashyyk as well, albeit different. Manaan had been a place to show off her devotion to His reign, to throw around petty strikes in an invasion that was a surefire win - Kashyyk was a world that she did not believe was as strategically important as its neighboring world, Ruusan, and was personally under the impression that she should not waste her time with such theatrics on an unimportant world. Up until now there had only been six to witness the absolute reach of her impressionable waves of darkness, and of those six only three now lived. [member="Graxin Rade"] would certainly be one to understand whom he was to be dealing with, assuming he would remember her, once she was prepared to release the full extent of its might, but their little 'duel' had been ages ago, in a time and place where the two were absolutely nowhere near the might they now carried on their backs with its weight on their shoulders.
For now she would allow [member="Darth Carach"] and [member="Darth Nephthys"] their little game, though she would not directly interfere with them or their personal goals, for the sake of using them as a buffer to perform a rather large scheme that was now plotted up until the point of another exchanging of words and flirtatious remarks between the Jedi Master and the Sith Lady. "Let the Jedi and their troops come to us. To me. Once the darkness has had a taste for the light, it will not stop until it has devoured the stars. They have no hope to control it, to control me, us." Silara whispered as she began to lift her hands, a black mist rising up with them from the surface of the water, one which seemed as wide and expansive as the visible expanse of the body of water itself, yet much more slowly than it had on Manaan, as though it were still building up with her focus, keeping her hatred, envy, and various other emotions of negativity at the forefront - like her disgust for allowing her predecessor, Darth Junra, the pleasure of experiencing the sight of the darkness prior to her betrayal and subsequent death at the hands of both her and @Reverance. Trivialities such as mercy and kidnapping were out of the question in this battle, she was here for blood.
(Summary: Building up the waves of darkness for use.)
Objective: A
- Take Kachirho City
- Defeat the Jedi
Enemies: [member="Graxin Rade"], Wookies, Jedi
Theme: The Animal by Disturbed
[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GgZC-I6IAKo[/media]
War brought pain, it brought destruction, and it conquered where peace could not thrive - everywhere. In this galaxy there was always strife, always chaos, there was no peace and there was no serenity - there was only discord and hate. And so this hate had spread even to the reaches of Kashyyk, a world that had experienced the reign of the Sith Lords in the past and were fated to feel their icy grip once more. And so the Sith Lord stepped from the waters where she had been silently waiting for [member="Darth Carach"] to break through the defenses, patiently up until now. It had been far too long, Wookie armada and Jedi forces or not. She watched with envy as he took up a connection with the Dark Lord himself and quietly fumed at the squandering that the man took part in - absolutely livid that they had not moved on to engage the enemy directly. "Never leave a man to do a woman's job." The Voice muttered, brushing aside the lock of hair that had previously obstructed a portion of her vision. She stood alone behind a semi-circle of these incessant Vong warriors, none of whom were worthy of breathing in her eyes but she was by far not one to discard tools before they could be properly used, wearing a black glistaweb robe that shone in a contradictory fashion, as though the darkness was devouring the light around her, with her hair down and swept back behind her shoulders. She was never one for armor, even as an apprentice when she was still a frail little girl, and had grown used to wearing lighter material to compliment her skill with various applications of force speed and lightsaber combat.
However, regardless of her impatience, she was certainly not one to rush headlong into battle without some method of ensuring her own victory, and while she could theoretically support her fellow Voice of the Dark Lord, she was by no means interested in helping him obtain more pebbles until he'd given Silara what was hers. Unfortunately for the approaching armada, there was indeed something at work that would partially explain the oddity of her clothing, as well as the noticeable darkening of the water that ebbed and flowed at her feet. Much like the fog-like mist that had grown in the forests some hours earlier, a black mist would begin to envelope the immediate area and come together like a low-hanging cloud at the water's surface and slowly began to build up its might as she also built up her concentration. While on Manaan the entire western front had been decimated because of the fear they encountered while dealing with a lone Sith Lord that had ripped their forces apart while they were blind and suffering from a smothered connection to the force - such was planned for Kashyyk as well, albeit different. Manaan had been a place to show off her devotion to His reign, to throw around petty strikes in an invasion that was a surefire win - Kashyyk was a world that she did not believe was as strategically important as its neighboring world, Ruusan, and was personally under the impression that she should not waste her time with such theatrics on an unimportant world. Up until now there had only been six to witness the absolute reach of her impressionable waves of darkness, and of those six only three now lived. [member="Graxin Rade"] would certainly be one to understand whom he was to be dealing with, assuming he would remember her, once she was prepared to release the full extent of its might, but their little 'duel' had been ages ago, in a time and place where the two were absolutely nowhere near the might they now carried on their backs with its weight on their shoulders.
For now she would allow [member="Darth Carach"] and [member="Darth Nephthys"] their little game, though she would not directly interfere with them or their personal goals, for the sake of using them as a buffer to perform a rather large scheme that was now plotted up until the point of another exchanging of words and flirtatious remarks between the Jedi Master and the Sith Lady. "Let the Jedi and their troops come to us. To me. Once the darkness has had a taste for the light, it will not stop until it has devoured the stars. They have no hope to control it, to control me, us." Silara whispered as she began to lift her hands, a black mist rising up with them from the surface of the water, one which seemed as wide and expansive as the visible expanse of the body of water itself, yet much more slowly than it had on Manaan, as though it were still building up with her focus, keeping her hatred, envy, and various other emotions of negativity at the forefront - like her disgust for allowing her predecessor, Darth Junra, the pleasure of experiencing the sight of the darkness prior to her betrayal and subsequent death at the hands of both her and @Reverance. Trivialities such as mercy and kidnapping were out of the question in this battle, she was here for blood.
(Summary: Building up the waves of darkness for use.)
