Arkania We Go

[Haytham Kaze]

The Dark Lord of the Sith watched his Apprentice.

She had gone down to the ground to focus on the Force. Odd. Sitting down on the floor to focus on the ebb and flow of the Force gave him the feeling as if he were meditating. Meditation was the worst. It was more of a Jedi thing rather than a Sith thing.

But he had definitely hated it from the beginning. Rarely had he ever done it, but one of the times he had done it, it had set him on this path. This path of the Dark Side.

"Good." He answered, opening his eyes behind his helmet. Of course, he himself had already sensed the squad that was coming closer. He had reached deep into the Force to locate the likely location of where the phrik was, but he wanted his Apprentice to learn. To expand her abilities. This was as much a raid as much as an opportunity for her to train. Sitting around in a training room all day? Boring. He was more likely to snap her neck and then walk out before he even finished a session.

It was a surprise they had lasted so long.

"Show me."

[member="Jorryn Fordyce"]

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

[member="Haytham Kaze"]

Jorryn gave a small nod before heading to where the other squad from coming from. "The phrik is in a room down this hall, then a left and it's the fifth door on the right."

She reached out to a large piece of shrapnel and raised it into the air, pointing directly down the hall. She could feel the enemy were closing here, shutting her eyes to get a clearly visible image of them roaming down the hall. She could see them and how afraid they were, it wouldn't take much to snap their will.

As soon as the squad leader appeared in the intersection of the halls, a piece of shrapnel would pierce his head and pin him against the wall. The squad's fear increased tenfold at this sight of brutality, hesitating to move forward. They decided instead to fall back to the middle of the hall they were already in an attempt to make a zone of blaster fire that nobody could go through. The screech of metal only increased their horror when the piece of shrapnel was removed from their squadmate, his body slumping to the floor.

Jorryn smiled, she felt every ounce of their fear and revelled in it. She lifted the corpse of their friend as she turned the corner, igniting her crimson lightsaber. They began firing at the deceased in a vain attempt to hit the figure behind, but she had gotten too close too fast.

She shoved the body into a few of the enemy squad before leaping at the left most one and bisecting him with a two handed strike from his shoulder, severing his blaster in two. The rest of the squad had lost all sense of morale, half of them attempting to flee down the hall.

Jorryn pulled one back as the other two soldiers were quickly dispatched; one with a clean decapitation and the other being impaled through his friends body. She stomped her hands of the one who she had pulled to the floor, preventing him from grabbing his blaster as she flung her lightsaber down the hall, lighting up the hall in a red glow as it went and came back with only a small slice.

"Master I was wondering if you would like to do the honour of torturing information out of this prisoner."

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Darth Athyssius nodded his head as Jorryn spoke, giving him the details of where the phrik was. Not that he particularly needed them, but her advancement in the aspect of sensing the Force and the ebb and flow of the Dark Side had progressed quite quickly. Her lightsabre skills had plenty of work however, but she was fairly apt at killing people. Which he could respect.

[member="Jorryn Fordyce"] went about the grisly business of making a show of killing the mercenary guards. She killed them, but it took much too long, and she had even left one over. For him to torture? He already knew where he was going.

Long black cloak flowing down path his knees and brushing against the ground, the helmeted Dark Lord turned his head to look upon the mercenary. "Not efficient." But he was speaking to his apparent apprentice. Several inches of the cloak dragged across the floor as he walked down the hallway. The mercenary felt a sudden pressure on his skull, and then it caved in completely. In the spot where there had been a head, it was not but a bloody mess on the wall and floor, not to mention the cartilage.

What would torturing achieve?

Stalking down the hallway to the room that continued the phrik, it was behind a bulkhead door and he drew out his lightsabre again, lining his blade up with the wall before waving his apprentice over to the opposing side to do the same.

When Athyssius ignited his lightsabre, he expected her to do the same and then he started to cut downwards where as she should've been cutting upwards.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

[member="Haytham Kaze"]

The sudden combustion of the man's head had surprised and shocked Jorryn, she was sure that he might have had a password or something that they could have used. Why hadn't her master just gotten the information?

She already knew the answer, any problem he came across his might would solve for him. She admired him in that regard, there was no sadism in his actions, no needless prolonging of suffering. He knew that all these people were beneath him and dealt with them in a calm coldness that she had begun to know her master for. She hoped that one day she could be like him, walking above everything else as if it were the squabbling of mice in a sewer.

Even his insult to her was dulled by her renewed admiration, as she simply put away her lightsaber on her belt. "I shall do better by you next time, master."

She shut her eyes to renew her vision in the force, finding again where the phrik and followed her master down the hall. She took place beside her master on the wall before they leapt at their enemy, a nod of acknowledgement at what she was supposed to do.

This time she would put on no theatrics, just simply slice through the enemy. Thinking of them just as a few locks before opening a chest, killing them quickly and efficiently.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

There was no acknowledgement to his Apprentice's words as they headed down the hallway.

When the bulkhead was coming close to being cut open, the Dark Lord of the Sith lifted his arm and turned his head to his Apprentice.

"Cover your ears."

He couldn't have a disoriented Apprentice with him throwing up. With his right, he force pushed the heavy bulkhead door into the room, just enough for it to fall out of place before he stepped into it, even as blaster fire put holes through his cloak and splashed across the phrik plates. With his left, he reached to the sonic neutralizer in the small of his back and activated it, projecting the sound throughout the room to all of the unprepared mercenaries.

It was unexpected.

Some continued to hold down the trigger of their blasters as they collapsed to the ground. This relieved some of those of the pain they felt, for some fell due to the spray of their comrades, many cradled their skulls while writhing in pain, those with weaker stomachs threw up their last meal. Within moments the firing of the blasters had ceased and Darth Athyssius flicked his right arm out, throwing the still conscious guards against the wall. Once upon a time he had done the same and executed over a dozen soldiers. Snapping all of their necks, but one.

In that time, that one man had been bounced off of the floor until he was dead.

This time that didn't happen, they all slumped to the floor as corpses.

"Prepare the carts. Bring the phrik back to the ship." Placing the sonic neutralizer back in the small of his back, he positioned his cloak over it again as he strode out of the room and was heading down the hallway.

All [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] had to do was bring all of the phrik down to the hangar. Of course she could have rolled all of the crates and carts, but the Force was much more useful in this instance.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

[member="Haytham Kaze"]

"As you wish master." She looked at the crates of phrik, deciding the best way of how to get the containers back to the hangar. The obvious answer was to place them in the carts and haul them down to the hangar, but she knew that this was just another test.

Jorryn gave a loud sigh and closed her eyes. "Why is it always a test with him." She rolled her sleeves up as she began to focus herself, she knew that this was how he wanted her to transport them. With Athyssius it was always a matter of using your powers to get the job done, relying on others was a symbol of weakness and those that did deserved death. She still missed how her servants used to transport her everywhere and assisted her in matters like this since the Triumverate, or at least Athyssius, despised the act of slavery.

She finally opened her eyes and shot her arms towards the large containers that held the phrik, grunting as she managed to lift them a few centimetres off where they had been stored.

All of her breath came out as she couldn't hold on to the containers anymore, they steel cases making a loud bang as they hit the floor.

Her frustration began to show on her face, her brow furrowed and she had a more tense position. This time she used all her frustration; the poor treatment she received, the failure at lifting the canisters, and the lack of slaves to assist her. She siphoned the dark side of the force off of the dead around her, letting the stench of decay penetrate her nose as she concentrated the Dark Side around the containers.

This time she had managed to lift them a metre off of their storage area and was successfully holding them, albeit her hands shaking violently. "There we go."

Relief came across her face as the canisters followed her down the hall and eventually into the hangar, drunkenly bobbing like gungans on Naboo. With a loud gasp for air, she placed the containers in their ship and fell to her knees.

Quickly raising to her feet in front of her master, she was still short of breath as she managed a formal position. "That was all the phrik they had master." She said through strands of hair that covered her face like rivers of a map.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Darth Athyssius arrived at the hangar and then [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] had arrived soon after him.

Her training wasn't as intense as the training he had forced upon himself as Orcus's apprentice, but still she was benefiting from it, and quickly too. There was a clearing of his throat as he started to gather the Force to his person. "Is it on the ship?" He hadn't bothered to look over his shoulder at her, but then he reached out to the entrances into the hangar and the metal bent and contorted around the doorways to close them off from the rest of the security force.

"Let's go," he said, turning on his heels and then walking up the ramp into the Daisya Infiltrator.

Once she was done doing what she had to do the ramp had lifted up and the ship took off from the freighter.