Invasion Beasts of Babylon: BotM Invasion of SE held Felucia

[Andromach Hemstagon]

Location: Felucia: Jungle Hills
Allies: The Mongrel
Enemies: Firrerreo

"Coward"

The polemarch intoned in a judging tone. She shook her head, before turning around, walking towards her host. "I won't play hide and seek"
She lifts her arm, making a circular gesture with it as she sends a signal to her troops. "Back to the camp! Back to the camp!" she shouts.

And so, the Hemstagon host turns, with the Painer walkers remaining on sight, scouting the area for the hidden reinforcements that might lurk behind the wilderness... Meanwhile, the two large gunships levitating almost a hundred meters above the earth accelerate eastward, covering the Polemarch's retreat. As the Athysians return to their warcamp, the gunships release barrages against the eastern wilds, clearly continuing the work of the Bonegrinder Walkers.

A waste. For a proud war-like culture like that of the Athysians, to claim plunder without fighting a battle for it always leaves a bitter taste to the tongue. An easy prey. And yet, little to add to the tale of earning it... Alas... With the new pact the League had struck with the Brotherhood, it was only certain that many more battles were yet to come.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

The Usurper

The battle, and the Seventh Day Emperor's foes, were relentless. Grundark's attacks came like a flurry the tricks of Maliphant were executed with a speed the beast was not prepared for in his state of waining delusion. The fragile Maliphant's clones and their staff's bore down upon the Graug Warlord with the power of The Force. Like anchors dropped from a ship their power drug the warlord's limbs to the ground.

Each passing moment was another struggle to move any inch of his body. But he would not be tamed. He refused to be. Howling out in a rageful, vengeful voice the beast called upon the darkside to fuel his movements. As Grundark battered away, Vulcanus would place his entire being into deflective swings - doing all in his power to avoid being pinned to the ground.

He just needed to finish Grundark. Slaughter the insolent creature and then he could turn on Maliphant with all of his ferocity...

...the chance would never come. A sudden darkness cast itself over Vulcanus. He felt his power be pushed aside as something pressed through the flames he had summoned. Static. He recognized what was to come far before the arcs of lightning cut through the air - but he was powerless to stop it.

The bolts of rage, anger and pure malice leapt from the fingertips of a figure who had appeared at the edge of the battle. All the Great beast could do was brace his body with the force as he was struck full in the chest.

Agony coursed through him. Pain that burned away nerves and cut at the soul. The sheer impact of the attack sent Vulcanus barreling backwards and straight towards one of Maliphant's bodies.

The Force he had sniffed out had arrived.

Darth Empyrean Grundark Darth Solipsis

 

[Darth Syphus]

Engaging: Ishani Dinn

Syphus smiled behind his mask as he saw one of the shards of rock draw blood. Something within the sanguine flow always managed to bring joy to the man. The experience was one that he chased ever since he became a Sith. As his prey continued to defy him, however, Syphus grew angrier. He didn't like being kept from convening with the great high of the kill. As he began to draw closer, he felt a strange sensation tingling throughout his body...

She was tickling him through the Force.

His maniacal laughter grew louder as he began to succumb to the unconventional attack, causing him to lean forward out of pure instinct. between the laughs, Syphus managed to let out a few words.

"You... you... you really must be desperate.."

The sensation seemed to continue, until Syphus was slammed to the grounf by one of the many Graug that fought around them. Syphus was angered by the interruption, but welcomed the break in the attack from his opponent. As he hit the ground, he managed to regain control over his body, forcing the tickling sensation away from his mind. Jumping to his feet, Syphus lunged at the Graug, slamming the tip of his lightsaber straight through his enemy's throat. As the Graug fell to the ground, Syphus turned back to the stranger.

"You are just full of surprises, aren't you? Shame they won't save you... nothing will. Nothing can stop the inevitable approach of death!"

He lunged at her again, swinging the lightsaber wildly as he charged, hoping for any moment of weakness in her defense. The kill had been delayed long enough, and there were plenty of more to cut down once he was finished with her. He needed to take her down quickly if he was going to get back to the task at hand.

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Objective: I
Tags: Darth Syphus

All while Syphus was laughing and then dealing with the Graug, Ishani was gathering the last of her strength and wits about her. Removing a small spray vial from her belt, she sprayed a sharp-smelling liquid against her throat in an effort to give herself a boost of energy. It worked, and she was able to stagger to her feet again.

By the time the masked Sith turned toward her again, she was charging forward. She channeled the Force into her already imbued blade, aiming to strengthen the blow to absurd levels. Instead, something rather different happened.

The sword caught fire, flames erupting from the steel blade as it came arcing down toward Syphus’ head. Regardless of whether the hit struck true, and despite her own surprise at how the Force-imbued blade reacted, it didn’t stop burning—and she didn’t stop swinging at him.

“Full of—surprises, yeah!”

In her most desperate hour, she seemed revitalized, her motivation renewed by a need to survive and die another day.

 

[Tegan Starfall]

Post: 5
Objective: Ruthless
Equipment: Mind Crown | Black MidNight Duster with Hood | Echani shield suit | Grav Boots | Eltro Life Gloves | x4 red lightsabers | Defender | Forearm Lanvorak | Wrist Laser | x2 FWG-5 Flechette Smart Pistol | Boomer | X4 Daggers | Pack of Death sticks | Various Explosives on person and in backpack | Holopad
Allies: The Mongrel | Desmundor Alcademon | Andromach Hemstagon
Enemies: Sith of the Eternal Variety
Special Tags: Dis

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Every realm had those who declared themselves Gods just by the sheer power they wielded over others. The Nether had the same the mawites who didn’t know any better worshipped them as true gods. Tegan had chosen her words on purpose call them Gods as they declared themselves not that they were actual gods, the only God Tegan believed in was herself. Still, she didn’t want to disillusion the poor pee brained barbarian Mawite that died looking for glory in the eyes of there false gods.


As Dis went on it was made clear the cat had nothing to offer the maw, if it had nothing to offer these words of and this negotiation had been pointless. Tegan rolled her eyes as she came to realize this was a waste of time as much as dealing with Jedi was. Tegan pulled on the reigns of her rancor and had it begin to back up as Dis made it clear that they would not even offer their life of service to saves lives. The one thing Dis could offer it refused to.


Tegan’s Rancor began to turn away, She didn’t even look back at Dis or even answer the shadow cat it couldn’t stop her and it had nothing to change her mind. As she road a away on her rancor she reached up her left left and snapped her fingers as she did the thermal detonator the child was hold went off killing all the civilians that had been gathered together vaporizing them to dust. The detonator gave of a loud bang and a bright flash, and they were all gone. Tegan road off not even looking back she had no feeling towards killing them. Dis could go find them in the nether and console Tegan cared not.


She road off to make sure the ships got loaded with nysillin soon they would leave this world and now with more dead in the Maws wake. The strong survived they fought to live with every ounce of there will and the rest perished. Life was struggle and it weeded out the weak.

 

[Desmundor Alcademon]

LOCATION: HILLTOP
Allies: Tegan Starfall
Enemies: -
Participants: Dis


The crippling elder turns his posture to look through his blindfolded eyes upon the Athysian troop transports, as they approached from the atmosphere to the warcamp. The large host was clearly preparing to board and withdraw. A blood-less raid, some might claim.

"The Gods are watching. Names differ; Beliefs differ; Yet they are always there. Giving rise to the strong and laying down the tiles that burn the wicked, Eyeless One. The River flows, as the galaxy keeps spinning. Do not claim divinity by nature... You can be as blind as any, when ignorance pierces through. And so, our path continues..."

The broken figure spoke, before suddenly collapsing against the ground. Soulless. Left like a shell, abandoned by the invisible host...

 

[Tu'teggacha]

Objective III: Seek Artifact, Tame Beasts​

Location: Felucia, Rancor Graveyard
Allies: Kyrel Ren , Khaostra Devoid , Tarok Vassket , Ana Malixar
Foes: Taeli Raaf
RUN FOR YOUR LIVES: Eldervine

As soon as the plant-beast spoke, promising no harm to the servants of the Maw while it pursued its vengeance against the Sith, Tu'teggacha knew what he ought to do: he ought to throw Ana from the saddle, to leave her in the valley, for the drengir to consume. She was an enemy, friend to the very powers they had come here to raid and undermine. Their entire dance through the graveyard, the advantage swinging back and forth between them, had been a contest that could have left either of them dead. Here was his chance to finish it, to ensure that she would not have the chance to oppose them in the future.

And yet... something inside him resisted that instinct. Even he was not sure quite why.

So the Taskmaster did not engage in a sudden but inevitable betrayal. Instead he helped Ana into the saddle, wryly noting the force pike still clutched in her hand, and then snapped his wasp's reins. The creature took off, thankfully capable of handling the added weight - it helped that Tu'teggacha was small and Ana was slight of build. Its buzzing wings and internal buoyancy organs carried it and its riders upward, over the edge of the valley. The jungle felucian warriors who followed Darth Arcanix still lurked at the cliffside; the Ebruchi had to trust that they would not try to shoot him down with Ana beside him.

With another sharp crack of the reins, Tu'teggacha guided the creature into a landing in the nearby clearing. The mission had not gone at all as expected; he suspected that they had captured only a few jungle creatures, if any, and they had not even come close to finding the mad shaman and his mysterious artifact. With the Maw soon forced to withdraw to avoid the Sith Eternal's full wrath, that artifact would almost certainly fall into the hands of the planet's masters in the end. But the reemergence of the Drengir was a promising development for the manpower-strapped Brotherhood, and that might make it all worthwhile.

The gore wasp landed amid the towering fungal trees, allowing Ana to dismount. It would be easy for her to return to her allies now, without facing the overwhelming wrath of the drengir in that small, enclosed space. Tu'teggacha hoped he hadn't angered the plant creatures too much by denying them their prey, but it was done now; there was no going back. "An... odd alliance," he mused aloud, glancing back at the young Sith. "And now, here we are. I have sensed your potential and seen your strength. There is a destiny ahead of you, I think, one that it was not my place to interrupt." He paused a moment, thinking.

In the end, he decided to reveal a hidden truth, one that the masses of marauders did not even suspect. Perhaps, in the long run, it would gain the Brotherhood an ally. "Remember this, young Sith: there is a New Sith Order rising, one that will rule from the shadows while the galaxy is reforged. A Sith of your strength could claim her place in it, if she so desired." The Taskmaster turned away, preparing to take off once again; he needed to gather his surviving forces and evacuate, fading away before retaliation found him. "Seek us out, if you do not wish to fade away. Perhaps there lies your destiny."

Meanwhile, Tarok Vassket watched as the surviving marauders and beastmasters fled back up the canyon, beckoning him to come with them. The drengir had promised safety to the Maw so long as they did not get in the way... but clearly some of them had been considered to be between the monsters and their prey. It was best to run if they wanted to survive, for the ravenous planets would brook no interference in their vengeance against the Sith, even if unintentional. For his part, Tarok had hunted well; he would be honored in the halls of the Brotherhood that night for his capture of the rancor... so long as he escaped.

 

[The Mongrel]

Objective II - Steal Nysillin, Burn Farms​

Location: Felucia, Jungle Hills
Allies: Andromach Hemstagon
Foes: Firrerreo

The apology tasted of ashes in The Mongrel's mouth, a taste he was forced to swallow. Had he swooped in ahead of any Brotherhood warrior, he would have simply rejoiced in the claim, but when allies were involved... He fumed quietly, missing the days before he had been a leader, the simple times when he had been free to raid and kill without even thinking of long term-strategy and diplomacy. It had been easier then, when they'd been picking off the distant, isolated powers of the Unknown Regions one by one. But after Csilla, the whole galaxy had suddenly sat up and taken notice of them.

And they couldn't fight the whole galaxy alone.

But enough wallowing. They had cut things close enough already; it was time to retreat from Felucia, reveling in the chaos they'd left in their wake. Between the plantation raids and the disruption they'd added to the ongoing internal wars of the Sith Eternal, it was entirely possible that they had been the butterfly wings that had led to raging tempest; they might destabilize the entirety of the heretics' feudal empire, throwing it into chaos. If they did not accomplish something so vast, it hardly mattered; this foe was on the far side of the galaxy, hardly a priority, and they had gotten the nysillin they came for.

The flight back to the conquered plantation was quick and easy. It was a scene of devastation, now devoid of non-Brotherhood life; it seemed that Tegan's negotiations with the shadow cat had ended rather messily. The Mongrel shrugged; he had planned to kill everyone here anyway, so it mattered little to him. All around the farm, the Bloodsworn raiders were loading up the last of the nysillin crop from the barns, filling the shuttles to bursting. Some of it would be deployed immediately as medical aid, while other seeds and cuttings would be planted, to see if the Maw could grow nysillin of its own.

If not, he thought with a nasty smile, they'd be back.

As the final crates and bales were loaded up, the marauders began to burn the fields. It would be an obvious signal to the Sith Eternal that something was wrong, if the shadow cat hadn't warned them already... but by the time they could investigate, the Brotherhood would already be on their way out of the system. So long as they hurried and avoided interception by the fleet, they could call this raid a success. Landing his gore wasp, The Mongrel set to the difficult work of herding the creature onto one of the transports. It had served well here; all the new elements of their forces had.

The power of the Brotherhood was only growing.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Where Vulcanus was launched, one of the Maliphant clones had broken off from the assault and braced himself against the lightning. The dopplegangers face stretched in tension as he absorbed the lightning in full - until the alabaster skin on his face cracked and peeled, and ash began to seep from beneath his immaculate features. In only the briefest of moments, the dark sided magic was gone - leaving nothing in its wake but the firestorm and wind about them.

Two now walked and stared at the self proclaimed Dark Lord of the Maw - and they offered nothing indicating respect. The one on the left spoke - but both their ruby black eyes watched them.

"So the Vulture Lord himself has come to eat carrion from someone else's battlefield.", Maliphant offered with a furrowed brow and a frown.

A small light beeped on his radio communicator - a wrist mounted device that connected planetwide. His words came quickly, but calmly -

"Adjust the fleet. We have intruders - ensure none of them escape.", he said simply, always keeping his eyes on the new guest.

Darth Solipsis │ Other Space Kaiden │ Grundark

 

[Dis]

Dis the Shadow(cat)
Shadowcat, explorer and wanderer; Owner of the Cat’s Paw; Member of the Greystone Mercantile​

Objective II.: Make friends | Barn Razing
Location: Plantation Outskirts, Felucia
Equipment: N/A
Writing with: Desmundor Alcademon | Tegan Starfall

[ Theme ] ​

To Dis, it seemed that the people of Maw no longer liked it when someone opposed them and didn’t do what they wanted. The Shadowcat was an independent and free being, not serving anyone, only helping when asked. Apparently it wasn’t enough because Maw couldn’t have owned them. They found it sad that they think in such a way. They weren’t the friend’s kind of Sith, the worse they were.

They watched for a few more moments as the woman ran away, then the man collapsed and his presence disappeared. Dis was left alone, turned their gaze to the village as they became invisible again. By now they knew them, they would have been glad if Kal had been here and would have given them some advice, but the Shadowcat was alone. They looked at the settlement with big white eyes without an iris. They need to warn your friends about what’s going on here, the members of the Sith Eternal are at least friends.

Since they did not know where the friends might be on the planet, so they asked the Valkyrja for help in this, they had a much better chance to see the entire siege. As soon as they received the information, Dis even set off to the place to talk to them. They might listen better to them and manage to stop the destruction of the Maw.


OOC: Last post, and thank you for the game, I really enjoyed it! <3

 

[Darth Solipsis]

THE DARK LORD OF THE SITH | VOICE OF THE MAW

“Vulcanus Unleashed”

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The Dark Lord closed his palms in the aftermath of his attack as the smoke cleared, with Other Space Kaiden spirited aside momentarily and one of @Darth Maliphant’s clones destroyed he approached with a limp, hobbling toward his opposition snickering away.

“You mistake me for your own. Save me the idle chatter, we’ve come to end this. The Eternal, the Empire. They must die but the Sith will live on. Why subject yourself to further failure?”

The Elder lowered his hood and gazed upon Maliphant with luminescent eyes glowing in sulfuric hue, burning bright like the blazing inferno around them. He extended a hand out toward the Sith Lord as he spoke of alerting the fleet.

“It’s too late for them. It’s not too late for either of you however.”

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: Observe in fascination
Allies: Sith Eternal Ana Malixar
Enemies: Tu'teggacha Kyrel Ren Khaostra Devoid
Object of Fascination: Eldervine
Equipment: In signature, Talisman of the Raven

The standoff might have continued if not for that first whisper, the movement of the plants and tendrils of fibrous material slithering over and devouring the downed rancor, assuming its shape as it did. She ignored the promise of being first on the Ren's list of people to kill. She suspected she was on several of those, although she was curious at what she had done to incite Kyrel so towards her. She was far more fascinated by the sentient planet beings that were emerging from the Rancor Graveyard.

"Fascinating," she muttered, eyes only for the sentient planet promising a swift consumption. "I can't wait to see your cellular structure."

She made the smallest of gesture to Ana that she should leave with the panicking Ebruchi. This was not a place for an acolyte of her potential to be, not with such ancient and dangerous beings present. The Drengir seemed to have no forgotten the ancient past as it seemed wholly focused on Sith, and its promise to the Maw forces present was intriguing. Had their Dark Voice truly made a pact with the ancient evil? Interesting. And then the creatures began rushing towards her, all set on eating her. Well, she was going to have to disappoint them.

"Jin'saud Mohtoni," she intoned, her fingers moving with the sparking energy of Sith magic. A ring of blue flame erupted around the Lady of Secrets, heeding the call of her magic. It would burn every tendril and piece of planet matter that touched it to ash, but she wouldn't launch an offensive strike on the main creature yet. She had something else to unleash as the Drengir weren't the only species that had been proliferating in the graveyard. The pools of what had appeared to be water or goo left over from some creature of the jungle would stir at the touch of their Mistress. Devouring Slimes had been released from the nearby Hojo Base at the Ancient Abyss several months back now, and in this rich environment, they had spread far. Now, slime would meet plant and start to show the old evil how to really consume something with their acidic bodies.

And yet, she still looked at the main creature, smiling.

"Oh yes, you'll be a most intriguing specimen to study."

 

[Firrerreo]

Objective: Hide from the Maw advance

Hiding From: The Mongrel | Andromach Hemstagon ​

This went right to hell and back in a matter of moments. The bombing around him, the arrival of Maw reinforcements, the fact he decided to come alone. That was probably the worst part about it. If he'd brought some reinforcements, that weren't just a squadron of fighters that were all taken out by this point, maybe he could of done better? More?

Notes to take later. When he wasn't laying down under the illusion of his headless body. It was mistrust that kept him alive, he was sure. If the Mongrel had landed to claim his head, his ruse certainly would've been found out. And.. Then they retreated. By the Sith'ari themselves Firrerreo counted his lucky stars. Utilizing that very illusion to cloak himself and stay invisible, he rushed off towards the Eternal camp. Maybe his report would get more support on stopping the Brotherhood and their barn razing.

 

[Ana Malixar]

Tags: Tu'teggacha

Ana climbed aboard the gore wasp and rode on it as it flew above the jungle. She'd never ridden a creature like it before, but she managed to balance herself pretty well. Not having to steer helped with that. She was grateful the rider didn't throw her from the creature in midair. She used the time to observe the jungle below. The vine creature was massive and devouring large amounts of ground. From her distant view, it appeared that her recently made acquaintance and ally was holding up fine. She noticed some sort of blue fire repelling the beast.

The wasp landed in a clearing outside of the graveyard and it was clear from the circumstances that she was just free to go. It was surprising, he'd tried so hard to capture her earlier and now she was free. Granted it was obviously harder to control her without his marauders around, so maybe that was the reason for the decision. But there was something else there too. They were on opposite sides of the conflict, yet not entirely opposed. It was clear he respected her and for her part, she found him very intriguing. Something about him seemed to draw her in.

"Thanks for the ride," she murmured as she dismounted the wasp.

Under different circumstances, she likely would have discarded everything he'd said to her in that moment in a heartbeat. She felt like it was propaganda. Yet their connection made her more receptive, at least slightly so. She had no idea what was going on around her on the planet, but the fact that the Eternal had been attacked here was certainly concerning and she would never say no to a chance to acquire more knowledge. It was certainly an offer she would remember.

"I'll keep that in mind," she said before turning around. As he flew off, she started to wander off into the jungle, determined to find her way back to the Sith forces.

 

[Eldervine]

Objective: Feed me Seymour
Tags: Taeli Raaf | Kyrel Ren | Khaostra Devoid

Fire.

It burns.

Sith magics.

Slimes.

Devourers.

Interrupting​

the Harvest.

The hive mind was abuzz with new chatter as the word quickly spread about the Sith Lord, her magics, and her pets. It wasn't panic that rippled through the unique bond the Drengir had that the Witch had tapped into. Anger. Hate. It was Sith magic that had sealed them so long ago. All at once the remaining plants surged underground, almost melding into the dirt as whatever hole they dug was sealed behind them. The quiet as the harvest paused was deafening.

Only the Eldervine remained above the surface. The vine covered maw of the Rancor opened, revealing the Drengir teeth before it let loose a torrent of flame towards one of the encroaching slimes.

Fire doesn't work.

Lightning?

No, Sith magic made this.

Swallow it in the earth.

No, it will seep out.

Freeze them?

The combined conscious went through various thought processes in an attempt to figure out a way to battle the slimes. Some had already reached the Eldervine, dissolving bone and vine alike in a rapid pace. Then, they froze. All at once the being drained the very heat from the air. New vines sprouted, shattering the slimes that had gotten close as the Drengir reformed itself.

Freeze them.

The mass of vines and teeth erupted from the ground, wrapping around Sith soldiers to drag them into the waiting maws. The Eldervine turned his attention to the Sith in charge.

"Darth Arcanix. You will be the first to pay for your kinds betrayal."​

 

[Zachariel Steelblood]

Objective: Wage War
Weapons: Sword | Axe
Tags: Alars Keto | Maestus | Oran Shule​

Zachariel continued on with his battle, cutting into the Graug with ferocity. He diverted the attention of the Graug and Sith Eternals very well, with none even noticing Kryll and the men flanking them. So ferocious was his attack and so caught up were they in their battle, both with one another and now Zachariel himself. However, while they were too focused on the direct present, Zachariel had kept an eye on his men, just to ensure they would properly go through with his plan.

Instead, Maestus appeared halfway through, confronting his men. It made him snarl, how dare she interrupt this. He had no time to confront her though, thus he unleashed that rage upon his foes, tearing them to shreds. In a blinding swirl of madness and destruction, Zachariel put a gap between himself and his foes, tearing them apart with fury. Then for an eternal moment there was a quiet moment, one which Zachariel used to activate his comms to snarl at Maestus.
"Leave them be, or I will rend you limb from limb."

He had no more time for words then, as his comms went silent as Zachariel slammed back into battle, once more surrounded by Graug. This time though, their numbers were less, as he had cut them in half. But still they swarmed, gleefully shouting their war cries. Even he knew that was bad, as it meant he would have less and less room to manuever. Snarling, Zachariel gave a great heave, launching himself up and forward, above the ranks of Graug and further towards the hill. He landed before another Graug, one battling a Sith Eternal. Instantly Zachariel lashed out, blades cutting into both and laying them low.

Behind him his foes rallied, chasing him down with blaster fire and blades. Zachariel ignored the hits that slammed home, instead leaping forward once more, into another small group of battling foes. He was still a ways away from the top of the hill, but still he slaughtered his way forward, garnering more and more attention, more fire, and more battle. They fought on, and Zachariel offered more and more of their souls to the Nether, their skulls to the Avatars, and their deaths to himself.

More swarmed him, this time both Sith Eternals and Graug, all coming together in an orgy of violence that involved everyone present. Blood was spilt and warriors culled, with swords flashing and blades flying. More and more the bodies piled higher, but still his advance was slow, prompting Zachariel to fight on and on. It was clear he was holding his own, just that he couldn't properly advance, not without support. But he ignored that, doing his best to bleed the foes dry, culling them fully, as Graug and Sith Eternal fell before him.
"Kill, maim, burn!"

 

[Maestus]

Oran Shule and his words were the only thing staying MAestus hand for the time being. She maintained her gaze on Alars Keto the entire time Oran spoke. She heard his words, but her mind was pondering how to discipline the wayward warrior. Taking his tongue would be disgustingly satisfying. But, she conceded, he was valuable in the field, and communication was vital. So, Kryll would keep his tongue.

An eye though. Yes, his wandering eyes would do. He could manage with just 1. Given time, his battle prowess would return. It would all be up to Alars Keto and how dedicated he was to returning to fighting form.

She raised her hand to Kryll's eye level, opening it slowly. The warrior would feel pressure build behind his right eye as Maestus began to pull on it, utilizing all her command of the Dark Side and her own strength of will. For Kryll to fight her off would be nigh impossible for the beebee Force Sensitive. His only true chance was to combat her physically. Did he really want to do that?

It was then that Zachariel Steelblood growled over coms. Maestus simply laughed and continued pulling on Alars Keto right eyeball. Now the pain would began, as the optic nerve and the muscles holding the eye in place began to strain. Small tears were forming in them all, the thin muscles no match for Maestus command of the Force.

The pain would become more intense. More...Overwhelming. Until the eyeball finally gave free with a gruesome POP. Viscous fluids mixed with blood would pour down Alars Keto face. Unless he made a move to stop her. ​

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