Armed with: Skin Shears (Purple, Double Bladed Lightsaber)
With: Darth Rigor
Objective: Board The Castle Morpheus and steal the blood of Nine Lives (Defeat Nine Lives)
The Amalgam smiled as she piloted her X-70B Phantom through the chaos of the space battle, having departed Heretic Station soon after Rigor had returned with only a lock of hair from Karlie Lynn Destat
. This greatly amused The Shi'ido.
"Oooo, you lost your nerve...
" the witch teased the Sith Lord.
"A lock of hair is more than what is necessary. Dissecting her would have been counterproductive." Rigor explained stoically. "If I fail with the copy, then
I dissect her."
"Such a perfectly logical answer. Convenient.
The Amalgam felt herself gagging suddenly. It was not hard enough to cut off her air supply but it was enough to cause her to struggle to breathe. In shock she turned. Rigor held her hand clutched in a claw grip. "Your magic is powerful, but not entirely insurmountable." Rigor stated. "I will find a way to break it completely. And when I do, it will be your
turn to tolerate my
The Amalgam called on her own connection to the darkness to fight away the weak choke attempt--and in the process almost crashed into a CIS starfighter. The Amalgam barely evaded it in time.
"Scared of dying?" Rigor asked.
The Amalgam did not dare confess any fear to Rigor. The Sith Lord had proven herself not full restrained by the tainted, enchanted body the Amalgam had provided for her. It must have taken an inhuman will to overcome the restraints even as much as she did. But mere will would not defeat the enchantments entirely.
"Scared of admitting you like Karlie, even a little?"
"I don't have the luxury of loving anyone. And neither do you. Not in this business. You're gonna have to choose love or the biz. You can't have both. If your 'daughters' are smart they will kill you without hesitation." Rigor replied in a dull, uninterested manner. "Best thing you could ever do for them is drop dead."
The Amalgam tightened her grip on the piloting controls as The Castle Morpheus came into view. It was blocking the impact of the pylons with its own armor and shields, a Saotome Envoy and a Saotome Light Frieghter running point defense around it. They wouldn't detect the Phantom. Not until it was too late.
The Amalgam piloted slowly to the landing bay, which had its forcefields active. She cut the Whisperthrust engines and powered up the laser cannons, opening fire on the hangar field emitters. Then gunned the engines forward, cutting them just in time, right as the ship entered the bay as the emergency shutters closed it off, but not before it sucked out a number of Morpheus Knights. She set the ship down.
They both wordlessly got out their weapons. For the Amalgam, it was her preferred weapon of choice, a double bladed lightsaber that emitted purple blades. For Rigor, a pair of guard shotos emitting red ones.
"Stealthy approach?" Rigor asked, adjusting her all white combat suit.
They already know we are here. Our best chance is to make our way to the bridge." The Amalgam answered crisply. "Hell, maybe she'll accept my challenge..."
"More bodies, the merrier, if not..." Rigor commented.
"That's the attitude that 'I' always prefer to keep..." The Shi'ido replied affably as they both exited the craft. The Amalgam's blades snapped on.
Knowing the ship cameras were watching, the Amalgam held out her hands.
"NINE LIVES!" The changeling yelled. "A most bitter harvest has arrived! I know you are watching! I have with me Darth Rigor! No doubt you know what this woman does...you have been seeing it on Castagne after all! We start killing here, your pawns become hers! I know how you broke.
when it happened to your son...I was there, that night, watching you...you really want a repeat of that, on this ship?!"
The Amalgam smiled as she felt the rage of the thought Vampire and then the cold logic of her suggestion. It really was her best option.
"Give her a few..." The Amalgam assured Rigor.
After five minutes, the ornate, Atrisian Gothic doors swung open. Nine Lives was in her knight obsidian armor, her sword out.
"What the hell do you want?" Nine demanded, in her deep contralto, towering over both at her seven foot height.
"Oh, a little song, a little dance, a licensed superhero's head, on a lance..." the Amalgam answered playfully. (Pale Moonlight: 007 XP)
"We want your blood..." Rigor said bluntly.
"My blood?!" Nine snapped, confused but guarding with her katana, which had a dragon head pommel.
"Don't you see?" The Amalgam said. "This isn't about Castagne, Nine. It's about you
. You think I care about trying to conquer some planet by zombie saturation? It's been done, before.
Who do you think helped spread The Melida Virus?"
The Amalgam smirked, feeding off of Nine's growing fury and horror.
"It was you..." Nine trailed. "You are the one...you are the one directly responsible for the death of the son of Darth Metus
The Amalgam actually took a bow. "But of course..."
"You..." Nine staggered back, horrified beyond words at The Shi'ido's callousness.
"You...you murdering MONSTER!
" Nine shouted demonically. "You were behind it all!"
The Amalgam stepped forward, her near impossible beauty completely revolting to Nine now, due to the heart it hid.
"Says the hypocrite who lets her daughter eat the homeless. Yes, you pathetic little worm. It was me.
" The Amalgam said with a savage grin on her face. "I was the one who put the vampire hunters on your scent months before you woke up. I was the one who provided them the necessary intelligence to ambush your ex-girlfriend Sawa Ike
and get her and Maple Harte
to travel to Atrisia and reveal the exact route to this ship, as I had constructed a psychological profile of her and realized she would never allow you to be harmed. From there, it was a simple matter to tempt the remnants of Rigor's cult on Castagne and get me a cover identity in The IBI, right under the nose of poor Ian Sade
. Acquiring the data and samples was relatively easy...though I knew not to steal the secrets to Castagne's military power until the last minute, in order to prevent them realizing there was a compromise until it was too late."
"But...murdering all those people! Those are cities! Families! Children!" Nine shouted, dark rage gripping her.
"None of whom I give a flying feth about..." The Amalgam replied coldly, lightning arching "The only thing I didn't plan on was Karlie also being at Melida. Oh, if she had died there she would have screwed the whole plan up, y'know?"
It was Rigor's turn to be all but shaking with rage at The Amalgam. "Oh, I am going to have to invent a whole new way to kill you when I am free..." Rigor growled.
"Yawn..." replied the Shi'ido, who waved her off dismissively before turning back to an irate Nine with that vicious smirk. "Then there was the matter of muddying the waters while infiltration of CIS Intelligence over Karlie, as well as pulling her assistants strings to implicate her, and yet more deception to actually be one of her interrogators."
"Too flawless." Nine replied in suspicion.
"Is it? The Unholy Spirit has long been fascinated by your tale, Nine Lives. The power to consume thought, emotion...it is much how we who worship The Unholy Spirit condense the knowledge of others into ourselves for a more eternal nourishment...We studied you, your tale, your story, to make our attempts at knowledge tearing nearly impossible to break...thanks!" The Amalgam joked suddenly, to both Rigor and Nine's annoyance and fist clenching fury.
Nine advanced. "Did you have a profile on me as well?"
The Amalgam and Rigor circled her. Under the mask, Nine's teeth were clenched at The Amalgam's unremitting evil.
The Amalgam slowly, playfully spun her staff as she prepared to attack.
"Of course dear. Who do you think originally prompted you to join the CIS when you were still just a vampire vagrant?
It was me.
I visited you as you slept. Whispered things to your subconscious. Adding little insecurities and phobias and paranoias where convenient."
Nine's grip on her sword went white knuckled from homicidal hatred. The Amalgam's grin grew wider.
"Oh, I knew all too well
your guilt complex wouldn't let you do anything less than try to go and see if you could help, just as I knew your history of trying to cure diseases would not allow you to rest until you found out who was responsible. After I chased down the shuttle carrying you to the Dark Zone and shot it down, I took a sample of your blood for testing."
"Those things could have torn me apart!
Your plan would have been screwed if they had eaten me!" Nine roared, looking for the opening. Rigor was still, like a rock, only giving a death glare at The Woman who had brought her back, sparing inly an indifferent glance to the vampire. Rigor clearly didn't give two chits about her.
"Please, I was covering you with a Nightstinger. Not enough to let you think you were getting help, but just enough to give you a little wiggle room...and enough time for your allies to really help you. I didn't plan on you getting to what was left of Darth Phyre on Kashyyk before I did, but I was able to improvise there as well. She's actually doing a marvelous job of weeding out the weaklings in the organization."
"If my blood is so damned important why only take a sample?"
"She had to see how your immune system was adapting after awakening in an era you are seperated from by thousands of years." Rigor guessed out loud, the scientist in her deducing it as a bored afterthought, unconsciously spinning one of her guard shotos, waiting for the tension to break. Nine's sword had gone into attack position, raised high. The Amalgam's eyes had gone sulphur, her staff slowly spinning around her body faster. Only Rigor was still. Still as a corpse.
"Taking your blood prematurely, before it had a chance to be fully exposed to modern strains of disease may have yielded undesirable results." Rigor continued. "But now that you've passed whatever threshold the witch has deemed acceptable, Vampire, its time to collect."
"...So you needed a sample you could compare it to...in case you needed to recreate an earlier strain. And in order to keep me where you could locate and keep track of me at all times, you subconsciously influenced me to want to nearly always be aboard The Morpheus. In order to make The Morpheus go where you want...you engineer a crisis you know will force me to act. And then you board in the chaos while everyone is getting slaughtered out there because of you, everyone so obsessed with stopping the living dead from overrunning Castagne...and creating a wave of death and slaughter in The Force that will travel outward..." Nine trailed.
"Bravo, Nine! See? You catch on. Eventually
." The Amalgam smiled.
Nine noticed the Pylons had stopped firing. Rigor grew paranoid. She knew instinctively they had used Karlie to shut them down and stop firing Pylons in the direction of the Morpheus. But it had been too perfectly timed. If The Amalgam had influenced Nine towards certain action, did that mean she may have unconsciously influenced Rigor, got into her head also? Or had she simply predicted Rigor would get cold feet, tell Karlie how to escape, but probably knowing she would try and save Castagne. Was that also why she had the flawed clones of her daughter and herself programmed so imperfectly?
Either way, this witch had earned a death so painful, Rigor was currently stretching the limits of both her scientific and dark side related knowledge of how to best inflict it.
Nine at that moment chose to attack, she sprang forward, her yell mimicking the roar of a Rancor. The Amalgam zipped forward at the same time. Rigor attacked also. The duel was on.
The Vampire and the Shi'ido and the sith met their blades all at once, Nine giving ground at the ferocious speed of the Shapeshifter's staff twirls, Rigor striking whenever the Amalgam backed off. Nine dimmed the light around them to almost nothing using the magic of her blade but the sabers still provided enough of a glow to track. The Amalgam snarled and multiple bolts of purple lightning erupted from her hand to where she sensed Nine was but the vampire had already moved forward, swiping at her belly. She partially connected, opening her stomach and revealing corrupted, yellowing muscle, and black blood that was like ink.
The Amalgam snarled and back handed Nine away, slipping into a Force rage and doubling her assault, forcing Nine to retreat and parry, noting Rigor seemed to be holding back. Did she hope Nine would kill her, and free her of this burden?
Nine was more than willing to oblige. And then it would be time to give Rigor an old school skullcracking.
Nine had studied the Amalgam since Atrisia, collected tissue samples. This...thing
Nine patiently fought away her power assaults with the staff, the muscle swollen freak staring at her with blood thirsty black eyes, and drew on her Makashi to do so, though the Amalgam was no joke. Nine was genuinely fighting for her life, her natural speed extremely difficult to match. The Shi'ido made it look like art, despite the savagery. Nine however, had been in fights that were pretty much were the last fifteen minutes of any sword fighting holo. The Amalgam inevitably made a mistake. Just because you can attack something quickly does not mean you should. Her swipe went fast but too wide and Nine saw an opening. Something amber glinted in her hand and she drove it into the Shi'ido's ribs, snapping it off.
A toxic reaction from a spike made of nullification resin quickly spread throughout the Amalgam's body, causing it to began a slow, but inevitable decaying process. It was also making it hard to move, the rage even circulating the poison faster. She dropped to the ground, puking black blood. Nine brought her sword down...
...only to be blocked by Rigor's tonfas.
"Brave. But foolish..." Nine snarled.
"Nothing personal, fangs..." Rigor growled back hurling her away from her slave master....
As soon as the doors to Pylon control had opened Vera and whoever had followed were fighting off the swarms of tall, undead knights. A very large majority of Rigor's forces were concentrated here. Vera saw the Pylons being loaded in great racks, and then launched in modified torpedo tubes. Many came to meet her and others in battle, but Vera's only concern was protecting Karlie long enough to reach the pylon control hub. She would kill any who got near, her pattern of attack a graceful, if mechanical dance with a white katana as the siege on the control room commenced, the CIS forces killing everything that wasn't them. What she did not slice, she broke or shot, gore spilling every where--
Her systems registered immense damage as a lightsaber sliced off her arm, spilling white blood everywhere. She still had her katana however and adjusted her attack pattern, spins and kicks becoming tighter. But this was a lot of blaster fire to dodge, and it was inevitable some parts of her were blasted off. Shots hit her in the torso, nicked her face on the side, shearing off the masquer and exposing the white muscle and purpleish veins. Vera still fought brutally, until her sword slipped from her hand. Her pistol came out, killing fifteen with burst fire. She stuck near Karlie as close as she dared. But what the clones lacked in skill their numbers made up for. Vera had never killed this many in one sitting. It was a revelation really.
A vibrosword lopped off her other arm and Vera switched to emergency combat protocols, using her legs to deliver bone crushing blows, leaping and driving her knees into a clone's face. Her improvised death by kicking and spinning and jumping until a Karlie clone that just happened to have a shotgun managed to fire at just the right time. Vera was blown backward to the ground. What was left of her teeth gripped a dropped shoto and flung it at the shooter.
The console shut down...and just in time too. While there were no more enemies in their immediate vicinity, both Vera and the dress were quite damaged, and the repairs were occuring only slowly. She was out of commission at the moment...
Edited by The Amalgam, 24 October 2019 - 06:04 PM.