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As far as her experience with visions went, Darth Ophidia had learned not to ignore them, but to be wary. However, what her apprentice spoke of rang several bells in her mind. Bells she would not like to speak of on a holochannel, even an encrypted one. She would prefer to speak with him on this matter personally, which in turn meant that she would have to get dressed. At least she was on board her ship.
"Meet me in orbit of Yavin IV. We will speak further of this matter there. Tell no one of what you have seen or where you are going. Treat this with the out-most secrecy, do you understand?"
She clutched onto the inside of her sheets and pulled them around herself tighter. Yavin IV, it was Mandalorian space on the other side of Republic territory. It would mean a severe detour, but her instincts told her that the treck would be worth it. Something was about to be unveiled, and she would like to be there when it happened.
Deep within the Temple of Fire. At the epicenter of this dark nexus shrouding the land. Lit by sparse candlelight a single being deeply chanted in the old Sith tongue. The light barely licked at his red skin. It seemed to almost fear to touch. Swaying back and forth gently, tranced in his works. Weaving ever so skillfully an ancient Sith ritual. Runes carved and painted throughout the main chamber began to glow. Power poured from an orb centered to everything. It was roughly the size of a bolo-ball, glowing a sickly green before its charmer. The entire temple shook on its foundations, risking the ancient structures collapse, but it held on. Once the ritual concluded, the power stopped flowing from it. The runes continued to glow, but instead the green power they took it, they glowed crimson red. Drowning the candlelight to their hue. The caster opened his eyes and bore witness to his work. Proud all a swift moment before he sensed as predicted; beings powerful in the Force neared, some too near. "Nooooooooo. Its to sooooon. I need more time to prepare. Ahhhhhkkk... Darkness grant me strengthhh". Rising before the orb he scurried away to the antechamber. It held a small alter, unlike the one that lay behind this one was a flat top slab of obsidian stone. From here he would raise the Temples defenses. Speaking again in the Sith tongue he began.
The incantation was much shorter this time. Rising black tendrils coursed from the alter, breaking in to thinner and thinner strands as they traveled both inside and out of the Temple of Fire. It was a call to the spirits unconsumed. Long dead Massassi who's disembodied spirits would heed his commands. They were pulled to the world of the living, appearing inside and out the Temple, even to the surrounding Forrest. "Protecttttt the ritual my brethren. And draw the rest nearer the Temple to await their fate".
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Ruby held no hesitation to answer her Masters question. "I am Master. In my vision though, the forests crawl with monsters. They will chase us if they are true, but I will not be afraid". A crack of thunder ravaged the sky, shaking bodies to their very core. It was like ten tons of high explosive being detonated under a trench. The rain began to fall harder, there would be no comfort for those here tonight. Lightning lit up the area as day from time to time, followed by another loud crack. "Lets go".
Ruby dashed off into the woods. The winds began to howl, but not alone. The summoned spirits too rose in chorus, their blood thirsty wails haunting. "They are here. Run to the Temple"!
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It was not just Ferus and Ruby these monsters perused. Everyone else would be attacked too. Inside the Temple or at the forests fringe. All would be corralled by the Masters whim.
Beatss with Skin red as fire engulfed the entire area "Naga! look sharp we got company!" Animus engaged two of them who held Durasteel sabers and began to fight them off. He noticed these beasts were not wild and furious, but attacked in patterns and although covered in hatred blood and rage their attacks were not that of disorder or sloppiness. Blocking one blade and kicking the other Animus took a punch to his face and stumbled back whirling his blade around and preparing for the assault. Against they came but this time Animus dashed in between them and Swiped a long Arc over his right arm and took one of the beast's' legs.
In the process the other beast swing a short attack with it's staff and came in with a kick holding its staff for leverage which Mythos parried with his knee and elbow. Coming up with Juyo again with a massive flurry he came at the beast who parried with skill. When the beast swing an elaborate deadly horizontal slash Animus dipped and Severed his upper body from it's lower body. The other beast who clung to the stump of blood that was it's remaining leg he blasted it with sith lightning until it moved no more.
Mythos was prepared to continue the attack and only cut in his right cheek he scanned about for the creatures were no doubt already planning or scurrying about. "In the Temple, Now!"
Animus blasted inside the temple only to be met by two of these beasts again... "Great... More Uglies" he said in a growling low tone voice made of defiance.
The battle ensued in close quarters now, Animus having the advantage of Skill and the beasts having the advantage of Numbers.
Something was wrong. The moment he had sensed relief in the masters appearance the forest sprung to life. With horror Mantic realized they were surrounded by foul vengeful beings, destined to serve a dark greater desire Mantic could not grasp.
His saber lit he pressed the first attacker back with a powerful force push, but it was soon followed by a sweeping attack by a second creature. Sensing the movement in beforehenad he dodged deep and while the spear the creature possessed passed just over his head he swung his saber upward seperating the arm holding the spear from its body.
"Master! We need to get..." he had not time to split his focus on both speech and actions as they both were swarmed by these dark massassi off spring.
Thwirling his saberfast, slashing, pressing a few back. This was not a fight that could be won. They were too many and a mixture of horror and desperation found root in the jedis heart. Slashing wildly he almost forgot his defence and a Massassi warrior tackled him into the brushes. He fel hard and lost breath for a moment.
There is no emotion, there is peace... Taking a deep breath Mantic realised this was the time to live up to the code. He could not allow emotions steer his actions in this situation. He needed to allow the light guide him or he would be lost.
Rising just as the Massassi followed suit. Roaring they rushed forth with spears meant to impale him. The force guide me... He barely looked as his hand drove the first spear to the side, one by one. The state of neutral emotionless battle led him on, making him a far superior fighter then he would have been otherwise. Methodically moving backward, Parrying, deflecting, rolling and dodging to avoid the harms way these creatures were throwing at him.
He saw the shape of [member="Mak Manto"] through the dense forest. He should have made a better effort staying at the masters side he realized and tried to shift his walk to cross the masters. But it was obvious, they were both being pushed toward the same structure, the temple ruin.
Naga seeing the massassi awaken and approach them he listened to [member="Darth Mythos"] and followed him into the temple. He was here for something else, What ever prize was in the temple he wasnt here to fight massassi. He entered the temple and waited for Mythos sabers active for possible enemies and traps this was a sith temple after all most if not all of these old temples have there protective arts.
Seeing the Massassi coming, Mak grabbed Mantic, bringing him him close to one of the trees. As he hopped on his tail, grabbing one of the branches, he let go of Mantic, keep quiet on the branch as they looked far below. Turning to him, Mak spoke silently.
"I've been on this planet for over a day now. Like you, I felt something drawing me here and I knew I had to investigate..."