Biting the Hand That Feeds

[Aidan Moonrunner]

Vullain

Not long ago, the Sith Assassins were attacked by a group of Dark Jedi using conventional weapons in their Coruscant hideout. Since they repelled the attack, they have managed to learn this group was a cult known as the Hands of the Shadow, and they have a sanctuary on the ice planet of Vullain. They have also managed to learn the layout of the sanctuary, and have devised a plan of attack.

Objective A: Diversion
(Knights and Above)
A frontal assault on the Sanctuary. You will be facing Knights and Masters, so expect heavy resistance. The enemy will use blades, poison, and wrist-mounted crossbows, and will be very skilled at using them. This attack is a diversion to allow for the other teams to complete their objectives. Your mission is complete when all Hands are dead.

Objective B: Raid the Library
(All Ranks)
The Hands of the Shadow reject all modern technology, and keep their knowledge and intel in a library in the south end of the base. Your goal is to sneak into the library, defeat the guards there, and gather as much intel on the enemy as possible.

Objective C: Rescue Nox
(All Ranks)
One of the Sith Assassins has been captured by the Hands. She is being held in the west end of the sanctuary, under heavy guard. She has vital intel on the enemy, and must be recovered at all costs.
Your mission is to free Nox using any means possible; no Assassin will be left behind.


Objective C
When Nox opened her eyes, her hands and feet were tied, and a gag was around her mouth.
She didn't recognize the room, but she did recognize the symbol on the banner hanging on the wall.
The assassin had been captured by the Hands.
She didn't panic, not just yet. Not even when a hooded Hand approached her, his hand sparking with lightning, and a large pair of tongs in the other.
She didn't panic when the tongs grabbed hold of one her fingernails, though she did scream when it yanked the nail out of her hand.
Her only chance was her fellow assassins enacting her plan in time to saver her.​

Spoiler

[member="Lord Ajihad"]
[member="Ruby Wilded"]
[member="Nyte Ignis"]
[member="Belgerath"]
[member="Darth Ophidia"]
[member="Darth Mythos"]
[member="Naga Itesak"]
[member="Darth Azurea"]
[member="Darth Vizios"]
[member="Razor Shot"]
[member="Xavka Duquo"]

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective A
Allies: [member="Darth Mythos"] [member="Nox"]

Traitors and turncoats had always been among the ranks of the Sith. And since a Galactic-wide war was bound to happen sooner or later, it seemed like these treasonists were popping up everywhere. Korriban, Fresia and now Vullain.

Darth Azurea had been called in by the Shadow of the Hand to help rescue a Nox, Sith Assassin who was being held prisoner by a renegade gang of Dark Jedi. After she landed the Pirate's Foe in a nearby shadowport, Azurea exited her ship, clad in, not her Sith robes, but thick leathers and soft black furs, since the planet's terrain was mostly ice. The overcast sky only accentuated her pale skin and red lips; a fur-lined hood kept her ears warm and protected from frost-bite.

She was to meet up with fellow Sith, but she didn't know who or when they would be arriving. In order to not attract attention, she made her way through a nearby wooded area until she found the Sanctuary she needed to infiltrate. Azurea crouched behind a large fallen tree trunk and withdrew a pair of electrobinoculars from her utility belt. For awhile she patiently watched the guards come and go, seeing if there was a pattern to their duty, or if they were easily distracted. And sure enough after about thirty minutes, two of them began to talk, and their attention was completely diverted from the Sanctuary entrance.

 

[Belgerath]

Objective B
Allies: Any OS who might be going after the same objective, [member="Nyte Ignis"]
Location: Slowly sneaking across the plains.

Belgerath had changed up his equipment this time. Completely clad in mottled white/grey, to hide in the snow, he slowly creeped forward. 'Who the spasting hell thought making a hideout here was a good idea? I mean really its brilliant. But bloody freezing. Frigid. Brrr.' Belgerath thought to himself, starting to slow down and stop after he got as close as he wanted to the base, at the south end. He was planning to raid the library, and now only waited for the fight to get started nice and good. He had no need for any vision enhancement, seeing the guards aura and waiting for it to be clear before he would start moving forward. Of course, there would still be guards on the inside, and probably at least a single one on the outside, but for the moment, he waited in the cold, keeping still, and his breath constant and low.

 

[Rapax]

Objective C
Allies: Anyone who wants to tag along
Location Sneaking across the plains to the building

The cold never did bother naga ...Why should it he had many forms that can easily adapt to virtually any environment so why should the cold ever bother him. He made him self invisible to all sense's He continued sneaking through the plains and observing the gaurds so that he can get to the building and climb his way into one of the vents that litter the building .

 

[Lord Ajihad]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VfB-9IGiHi4


Objective C


The Fist of the Demon was not in a happy mood. A member of the Sith Assassins by the name of [member="Nox"] had been captured by the Hands of Shadow. They had committed crimes against the Sith, and now they would die. Ajihad's sole objective was to rescue the captured acolyte, even if it cost him his life. Kaali's daughter would be making it out one way or another, that he was certain of.

He strapped his armor on, and equipped his dozens of advanced gadgets and weapons. Once he was positively armed to the teeth, Ajihad sat down on his bed, and waited for his freighter to land. He would lead a small team of assassins into the base, and rescue Nox. He would ravage any who crossed him, and bring hope to his allies. He was coming to kill, and hell was coming with him.

[member="Belgerath"]
[member="Naga Itesak"]
[member="Darth Azurea"]

 

[Nyte Ignis]

Objective B
Allies: One Sith, Sith Assassins
Location: Other side of the Sanctuary

Nyte Ignis, apprentice to the One Sith slowly approached, she knew that the objectives were more for Knights and Masters but this at least she could do. The young girl pulled her hood up over her head, using the Art of the Small to mask herself but still being cautious. Not every warrior used the Force and she still wanted to be careful.

She got up to a side door, checking it quickly and then entering. Well okay, Note to enemies, check your doors especially if most of your forces are going to be fighting people in a large location. She frowned and walked in carefully, making her way towards the direction of where a library would be.

She grinned, covering her eyes up with the hood as she carried on. The Hands of Shadow, all black huh? Well that's convenient, predictable honestly. "We're the Hands of Shadow and we all wear glittery purple, you weren't expecting that were you?!" she thought in her mind, smirking at her own humour. Then she saw one, her eyes focused in the dim light. Maybe he was as dim as the lighting in this place.

She approached casually, looking a few times at him. Then his head turned to her and it was time to gamble. She let a soft smile go across her lips, "I'm looking for the Library, I'm new and uh, don't know my way around yet." The man stared at her and then approached, she didn't see any weapons on him and dared not to search in the Force in case he could sense that too.

"Oh, are you new? Yeah it's pretty easy to get lost. The Library, well the main library would be jus-" BING, BING!

Alarms, or quickly sounding bells more like, rang up over their heads, the intruders had been spotted or sighted or the Shadow people just enjoyed ringing karking bells. Nyte looked up to him panicked, "What do we do?!"

Maybe her cover wasn't blown just yet, he hadn't snatched her up yet, maybe he was new! Oh yeah, leave it to her to catch a newbie! She looked at him and then grabbed his hand, "C'mon! We've got to go see what's going on! Maybe one of them slipped inside!" Jeez this kid looked like he was about to faint or something, okay, time to move with him, be the enemy for a while. She smiled at him and squeezed his hand a little bit tighter, "We'll stick together okay? Now show me where the library is?"

 

[Rapax]

Objective C
Allies: One Sith, Sith Assassins
Location: In the vents overlooking the restrooms.

It probably wasn't the most pleasant place to be but someones gotta find armor some where and he sure as hell isn't going to be finding the armory any time soon.. so he took to a smaller form something to easily get to a good killing spot without causing so much noise that it would alert half the bloody base... He stayed to the shadowy part of the room where he could easily hide. Just in time to as one of the guards came in, He was whistling a tune that was unknown to naga..However naga didn't come here to listen to guards most likely butchering songs and the like in there free time, He had a fellow assassin to free.

Naga waited until the guard had his back turned before naga quietly leaped down and stabbed him in the neck with his blade, Naga covered his mouth so he couldn't yell for help. Naga dragged his body back up into the vent where he came from and closed it up, After taking his gear and armor Naga mimicked the form of his victim. He finished putting on the armor and gear that was carried with him he checked if his assassin gear was safely concealed which thankfully it was, Before walking out... The only downside was that naga had no idea where the interrogation room would be in this dam place.

So Naga approached one of the guards and put on that I am a new guy personality. '' Excuse me do you know where the Interrogation chamber is? I just transferred here and was told to report there" The guard responded simply with this: " Here this should help you get around the place... This place can be one hell of a maze without one Its amazing how some can navigate without it" The guard said handing him a datapad which basically had a map of the place on it. Naga smirked under the helmet seeing this " Thank you " was all naga said before he made his way to the interrogation room.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Objective: C
Allies: One Sith, One Sith Assassins
Location: Outside of the Hands of the Shadows Stronghold


A bloody knife was swiped through the snow, leaving behind the strong scent of blood to accompany the red streak that stood out against the pure white of snow and ice. Sighing, the one-armed Zabrak who held the knife, turned his attention from the trail of blood he had just removed from his knife to the tied up and restrained male before him. Said man was covered in scores of cuts and slashes, each of which dripped a steady trail of blood.

"Are you ready to talk now?" The question was asked in a calm voice that held no emotion, it was just bored and monotone, as if it was a simple question asked to a stranger on the street and not to a man that lay bleeding at his feet. "I find practices of this ... distasteful." The only answer the Zabrak received was for his guest to spit a mix of blood and saliva at him.

Sighing again, the Zabrak lowed himself to crouch next to his captive and leaned down to whisper into his ear, each word whipping against the man's skin in hot wisps of air. "I commend you. To be so defiant in the face of possible death is impressive. That I can admit." His tone changed suddenly, becoming harsh and violent, venom dripping from every letter. "But, you will tell me what I want to know. There is no won't. You are weak and I am strong. Now." The Zabrak paused to drag his dagger around the man's crotch. "Speak! Tell me where your prisoners are kept, or loose what makes you a man."

Drawing back to look into the man's face, Xavka was greeted with a look of indecision that soon bled into determination. Again the man spat, this time into the Zabrak's face.

Growling, Xavka spat back at the man before jerking his hand, causing more blood to cover his prisoner and for screams of pain to ring out the surrounding area, bouncing off of the surrounding hills of ice and snow.

 

[Belgerath]

Objective: B
Allies: One Sith
Location: Starting to enter the base from the south side
Equipment: Double-Bladed Lightsaber, Vibro-Blade, 3 Combat knives hidden on his person, 4 clay eggs, 20 gauge shotgun pistol in his left sleeve, buckshot loaded.

Belgerath continued his creep forward through the snow as things got nice and underway, picking it up and getting up, starting to do a fast, crouching run, pulling out a combat knife for his right hand as he hit the building. He had seen several points for entry on his way up. Which, naturally, because screw your stealth entry, there was a single, large door. Because of reasons. Probably good reasons, but it didn't annoy Belgerath any less as he got closer. Belgerath stopped, still out of sight and around 200 feet away from them. There was two guards at the door. And he could see a lot of people inside, around nine, ten or so. He needed this done, and done quiet like. However as he was alone, that was much easier said then done. -Much- easier said then done. And so for the moment, he crept up to the side of the building, out of their line of sight, and the sight of others, waiting for the right time.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Objective: C
Allies: One Sith, Sith Assassins
Location: Outside of the Hands of the Shadows Stronghold


Xavka rocked back onto his heels, cold, yellow eyes staring balefully at the pathetic image of the whimpering of his captive, annoyance almost seeming to seep from the one armed Zabrak. Standing, Xavka began to pace around the restrained and keening male, his bare feet crunching in the snow leaving clear and obvious tracks.

"You," Xavka's tone was once again bored and monotone even as his features seemed to be twisted by pure anger, "are really trying my patience. You know that?" Xavka fell silent as he continued to pace. However, the silence was soon broken as the man seemed to gather himself enough to speak. "Th-the Hands w-will t-tear you Assassin-n apart, scum- gah!" The man was cut off as an intangible presence was forced against his throat, stopping him from breathing, slowly choking the retrained male. Nearby, Xavka stood, arm raised as he manipulated the Force.

After holding his captive under his grasp through the Force for a few moments, Xavka let the man regain control of his breathing. "You do not speak unless I ask you a question, understood?" The man nodded quickly only to gasp again as he shortly choked. "I asked you a question, mali'kep! Do. You. Understand?"

"Y-yes."

Restarting his circling, Xavka paced around the man. "Hm, I suppose I should call you be a name. Hm..." Xavka hummed as he turned his mind to the matter. "How about Jendnouk, Slow Mind? You like?"

"N-no, I do- arg!" Again the man was cut of as he was choked through usage of the Force.

"That was rhetorical, Jendnouk." Xavka seemed to pause in deep thought before brightening in false cheer. "Hey! Look at that! You're living up to your name!" The smile on Xavka's face turned cruel and bloodthirsty as his voice also changed, seemingly becoming dripping in venom. "Now, I'll ask again. Where do you keep your prisoners?"

 

[Nyte Ignis]

Objective B
Allies: One Sith, Sith Assassins, one dumb guard
Location: Inside of the Sanctuary


Nyte Ignis had enough of this stupid thing. She had just tossed out some poor Sith that was also too stupid to recognise one of his own allies. She stared at the guard and then she gripped his hand.

“Hey, c’mon it’ll be okay, we’re together right?”

She smiled fakely at Tim, his name was Tim, okay? She shook her head slightly, stupid boy was going to die and he didn’t even know it. They had made it to the Library but it was one of four!?

Karkin’-

She scowled slightly as some young woman approached, looking nice and all but now was not the time!

And then Nyte realised the potential, smirking softly as she motioned for the girl to come over, Nyte’s fingers moving to pull down the covering to her mouth, staring into her eyes and grinning.

“We have a unique chance here” she whispered. Tim looked surprised at the sudden affection of the two women that had come closer against him, but sadly they were interrupted by the sounds of panic.

Nyte grinned and nodded slightly, standing up, “Well, we have to go now, Tim, stay here” she whispered. He would die soon from the poison she placed on his lips. He was so nervous he’d just keep moistening them with his tongue.

Nyte pushed the hood back from her face and stared at her friend of the One Sith, grinning.

“I see you got dressed for the part, any ideas where this Library is that we actually need?”

“It’s the South side Library that we want, we’re close to it, don’t worry.”

Nyte grinned and nodded, looking back to the boy, how sad. Oh well.

She walked in through with her friend, looking around at the guards and then suddenly as they stepped through, two guards grabbed them both, pulling them apart, ripping their face coverings off. “Don’t recognise either of them.”

Nyte growled and angled her boot downwards, scratching it deeply against the side of one man’s leg, Force Pushing the other away. It wasn’t as strong as a Knight but it would work to get her away from them. Treya did similar, grabbing and pushing away the guards.

But they were not so easily impressed with the two Sith, both recovering easily. Nyte growled and looked back at Treya, nodding slightly. Treya knew to leave, leading a guard after herself, heading back the way that she came to find other Sith
The guards grabbed for Nyte once more but this time she struck quickly, her boot landing hard into his knee, breaking it backwards and sending the guard across the room. The other two looked at her, one trying to slip to her side as the other tried to press her into a corner...

 

[Killian]

Objective: B
Location: South-Eastern Section of the Sanctuary

"Intruder!-" The singular word was followed by the sound of a lightsaber strike which had cut the cultist's head clean off. Red light allowed the other cultists to see Killian standing there, suited in his black armor but with no mask. Anonymity was not a concern of his anymore, he would fight for the Assassins without fear. Raising his red blade, Killian peered at his enemies. They had their swords ready to strike, yet none of them knew who would make the first move. Unfortunately for them, it would be Killian. He shot into action, bringing his blade across the chest of one cultist, who screamed in pain and fell backwards helplessly. For some time now Killian had been practicing the fifth form of lightsaber combat, and he now utilized it rather effectively. As another cultist came in to attempt a stab, he simply glanced the lunge aside and sent his own blade through the shoulder of his opponent, causing his arm to drop from his body. That wasn't the end though, as he suddenly stabbed backwards, managing to catch the last cultist through the chest. A groan of pain signalled the end of his life, and Killian pushed his limp body to the ground.

The bodies around him were only the acolytes of the cult, but he had done a good job nonetheless. It was only a matter of time before he would be a true Sith, he could feel it. Pushing his aspirations aside, he focused on the mission. Continuing down a corridor, he was unsure exactly where the library was, but he trusted in his new ally; the force.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Objective: C
Allies: One Sith and Sith Assassins
Location: Outside of the Hands of the Shadows Stronghold


A loud sigh exited from the frowning mouth of Xavka Duquo as he stood above the softly crying form of his prisoner, named Jendnouk by Xavka himself. Over the past hour Xavka had tried many of the numerous methods of extracting sensitive information from an unfortunate target in a timely fashion, or, to say it without the glamour, torture.

"Jendnouk, I commend you. Really I do." Xavka paid no mind to the fact that the pain the named Jendnouk was currently feeling was overwhelming his brain and causing him to be lost in a haze of pure pain. "Unfortunantly for you, I'm running out of time. As such, and I am sorry for this, you will be the second to receive this pain." With a gesture, the ropes binding Jendnouk grew taught, stretching out the limbs of the male so that he was splayed out. Such an action caused the captive to cry out in pain and for clarity to enter his panicked and pained eyes.

Kneeling down, Xavka removed four needles from the pouch on his right leg and held them out for Jendnouk to see. "These are Senbon. Usually I use these needles to poison my targets, however these five are special. Through the centre of these needles is a bar of silver, emerging from the tips, as you can see. Now, silver has one of the highest electricity conductivity, and that is where these will be used, but we'll get to that." Clearing his face of all emotion, Xavka positioned himself over his captive's right arm.

Making sure to line the Senbon carefully, Xavka drove the needle into the gap between bones so that it rested inside of the joint, ignoring the muffled shout of pain. Leaning over so as to become face to face with Jendnouk, Xavka spoke in his monotone voice again. "Every time you do not answer the pain will increase. Now, where do you keep your prisoners?"

After waiting for a few seconds and hearing no attempt to reply, Xavka leant back to place another Senbon into the captives body. This repeated itself three more times until all four needles were placed inside of Jendnouk's body, each one resting within a joint and placing pressure against the ends of two bones and nerves, one Senbon in each limb.

"You know, I can make this worse. Now, where are your prisoners kept?" Again, no reply was made apart from whimpering. Sighing Xavka continued with his torture. His hand became cloaked in a crackling aura of blue lightning. Reaching out he flicked each Senbon, causing them to vibrate, grating against nerves and bone, and to conduct electricity through the silver core directly into the nervous system. Jendnouk's eyes bulged as a scream of pure pain was torn from his throat and echoed around the surrounding area.

Stopping after a few seconds, Xavka leant over to stare into his captives eyes, a feral grin on his face. "Now, will you provide me with a complete map of your compound along with the directions to where you keep prisoners? Or will I have to do this again ... and again ... and again, prolonging the time of pain with each repeat?"

 

[Rapax]

Objective: C
Allies: One Sith and Sith Assassins
Location: Currently wondering the halls trying to make his way to the interrogation chamber

All was well so far as far as the hands where concerned he was one of there own, And that was a guise he must maintain if this job was to be a simple one... He kept walking follow the map that was given to him. Sometimes he was still turned around and ran into dead ends, But he was making better progress then he was without a map..He kept walking he had one location to goto and he was going to make sure he got there

 

[Aidan Moonrunner]

”Stop!”​

Those were the first words Nox had heard in hours, and she looked up at the owner of the voice, her body weary. She was now missing all of her fingernails, and her body was still numb from the bouts of lightning that had coursed through her. Multiple lacerations covered her body, obscuring the black ink already on her skin. It had not been the most fun she’d ever had.​

​

The owner of the voice was a hooded woman in black plate armor, with white cloth covering her legs, and a black face-mask obscuring the bottom half of her face. A bird rested on her shoulder, and a rapier on her hip.​

Nox knew her well.​

The woman slowly approached the assassin, stroking the feathers of the bird, her grey eyes examining the prisoner.​

”It has been awhile, heretic.” Her voice was indifferent, neutral, and that scared Nox more than any amount of anger. ”Too long since I had you by my side.”​

The woman made a motion with her hand, and the torturer left the room, and she knelt next to Nox, grasping her chin, turning her face.​

”You have changed little, my precious raven.” The woman let go of her chin, her eyes boring into Nox’s. Eyes that Nox often dreamed of in her most private moments, along with another pair. The girl’s own eyes were wide in terror, her body frozen in fear.​

”Oh, how I have dreamed of this moment, little raven.” The woman sighed wistfully, her grey eyes lit in excitement. ”How I have dreamed of making you feel the agony you have visited upon me.”​

​

Nox felt something close around her throat, and she began to choke, to struggle to draw in breath.​

”This is simply the beginning of your retribution, little raven.”​

 

[Rapax]

Objective: C
Allies: One Sith and Sith Assassins
Location: Finally found the right bloody hall way.....

Naga finally found the right path to the chamber, He could hear the screams assuming they where Nox...Either that or some other soul who was being interrogated in this place. He ignored there cries he had one person to free and one person only... he wasnt here to save the entire complex he had no need for it.. those who where here before deserve there fate, However the assassin that was caught doesnt....and that is why he is here .. to free her and kill who ever gets in his way.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Allies: [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Nox"]
Enemies: Some sort of Librarian

After a while of laying down in bed, the assassin got a notification over the intercom. They were flying over the Hand of Shadow base now, and were preparing to land soon. However, after mulling it over in his head he decided landing wouldn't be the best idea. It meant he would need sneak in through the expected route, which was less than ideal for one who didn't want to be caught. Therefore, he walked to the back of the ship, and activated the invisibility function on his armor. He then proceeded to open the airlock, and to the dismay of the pilot, jump out of the freighter with no parachute.

The airborne assassin fell through the sky the wind whipping in his face. He breathed in the cool night air, and rapidly descended towards the base. As he fell, he took a moment to make sure his force signature was concealed. His cybernetic eye picked up a lifeform almost directly below him. A Hand of Shadow, no doubt. He flicked his wrist, hidden blade emerging. He pressed a button on his wrist, and his silent transport boots began to slow his fall. Regardless of the repulsors slowing him down, he still landed on the assassin with bone-crushing force. As he landed, he plunged the hidden blade into the assassin's neck, killing him instantly.

The attack was executed with an assassin's grace, as it was completely silent. Nobody was alerted to Ajihad's presence, which was good. He grabbed the corpse, and dragged it off to Behring a few randomly placed barrels. Hopefully by the time his body was discovered, it would already be too late. The Demon's Fist set off, hoping to find Nox before she was seriously harmed.

 

[Nyte Ignis]

Objective B
Allies: One Sith, Sith Assassins
Location: Inside of the Library

Nyte found herself backed up against a bookshelf, glaring at the two guards. She had a few bleeding wounds now after a rough fight but she had a small trick up her non-existent sleeves. She lifted her hands in a sign of defeat, lowering her head, "Okay, okay... But what about..."

She trailed off, staring behind them. She knew that at least one of them would look back. Aha!

She laughed as she suddenly spread her fingers, Force pushing the man hard against another bookcase while he was looking away. He was knocked out cold. She grinned, good. One more to go.

She stared at him, tilting her head as she licked her lips, tasting blood on them, oh right, minor head wound from being tackled into a book shelf. She watched, waiting for the guard to make a move as she slid out against the bookcase. He came upon her and suddenly she felt a book jab into her hands, as she grabbed for one and whacked him, aiming for his head but getting instead his arm!

Well it was enough to knock him back a bit and she raised the book again, whacking him over the head. She scowled, watching him collapse.

There wasn't much time, she grabbed her datapad and began to take notes on what she could find, Force Pulling books off from the shelves like a madwoman as she quickly glanced through them. She nodded suddenly, her datapad chirping a soft alarm as she looked up and around. Well, here was the information on various things then she made note of where prisoners were usually kept. She sighed and shook her head, it was time to help join in the fighting. She made her way back down the hallways, getting to a side door.

She opened the door, the sudden chill coming into the hallway as she left it open and then sprinted back towards the front of the Sanctuary, coming from behind the enemy lines. She spotted a few known faces there and began to slowly make her way into the fray of the Hands of Shadows, trying to avoid being taken out by one of her own allies. This would get interesting.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Objective A

How she had come there, she was not really sure. Yet the Pale Assassin was for once ready for a direct frontal assault. Her path here had been spent meditating, seething, mustering up all the dark energy she could, and now Darth Ophidia was simply brimming with it. She did not care to hide, she did not make a point of diminishing her presence, it blazed in all its glory like a torch of hatred to scorch the land. Cold? She felt no cold. Atmosphere did not matter, only bloodshed, only retribution. This time, the Aspect of Death was not the silent blade that would cut the head off the snake; this time, she would do as her old master had done with such infamous prowess. Ophidia would carve a new fear into their hearts and leave only blood in her wake.

Her hands were clasped behind her back and her beskar glinted dimly against the lights outside the main entrance of the Sanctuary. The hatred that oozed from her form was palpable to the point where an acolyte could feel nauseated by her mere proximity. Ophidia's lightsabre dangled at her hip from a hoop in her sash. The blue pattern of diamonds that draped the back of her hood and cape swayed from one side to the other in a serpentine form, while her tsaisibola tightened like a belt around the wasp-waist of her cuirass. Under her helmet, she wore a grimace of distaste at these imposters that dared to raise their filthy hand against the Sith Assassins, and against Ophidia's own apprentice.

She hoped the resistance was tough; she hoped they threw their best at her.

 

[Belgerath]

Objective: B
Allies: One Sith
Location: Starting to enter the base from the south side
Equipment: Double-Bladed Lightsaber, Vibro-Blade, 3 Combat knives hidden on his person, 4 clay eggs, 20 gauge shotgun pistol in his left sleeve, buckshot loaded.

It had been a bit since he had assumed his position, the guards more then a bit wary at the moment with the battle raging. Even if there was just two of them, he would need to be clever for this to work with how attentive they were at the moment. Which is when an idea came to him. Now, knowing Sith, this worked one of two ways. One was not at all. The second was was perfectly well. Amazingly well. At least, that was the hope. But would it work? Well, we shall see either way.

Belgerath pulled out his knife and go to work.

He slowly sneaked down from where he had come, knife in hand, ready for what he was about to do. He silently came to a stop at a distance he gauged as about right, around one hundred and fifty feet away from the guards. (forty five meters) He then cut into his side right side. It wasn't a deep cut, but he carefully chose an area that would bleed a lot despite it not being deep enough to actually wound. Slowly he started stumbling down the side of the wall, as though he were much more wounded, his hand on the wound as it dripped down his side and onto the ground. The pain was bad, but he had endured much worse, though he still let out groans of pain. Which he knew was heard, hearing the two guards exchanging a short argument as he walked over, and then after a moment as he walked he spoke, loud enough for them to hear.

"S-some one... A-any one... Pain... Put me out of... Pain..." Came his voice in a weak sounding manner, making his movements much more loud, stumbling from side to side, before falling down hard into the snow. His left hand lightly held a knife, which was hidden. The closer of the guards, a younger member of the hands walked over, with a knife in his hand. He saw something that seemed like a look of pity, going by his movements, and the man keeled down. Little did he know, it was a trap.

The man felt it, trying to back away, but it was to late as Belgerath suddenly slashed out with his combat knife, the cool, icy edge slashing through his throat and even tipping his spine through it, blood spraying and making a gurgling, coughing sound as he died. But it wasn't over, Belgerath knew that. The other man felt something wrong and was coming, he could see him through the walls, his aura coming. So he said, in almost the same voice as the guard he had just killed, yelling out. "Hey Jankins! You will want to see this!" It was a close to perfect mimicry. He had heard it as he walked, his ears were keen, and it would be enough. He could see the man only slightly untense, meaning he was still prepared, but didn't expect anything major. Which would be his downfall, the man calling back. "Alright, coming."

It had all went as expected so far. The execution? Close to perfect. Belgerath watched as he came, setting on killing him, but in a specific way. From the front wouldn't work as the man came around the corner, he would expect it. There was nowhere to hide... So he chose option three.

Belgerath waited, walking over and then stopped a few feet away from the corner, waiting for the perfect time, just having his fist's out now, balled together. And then, he leapt, high. High enough to evade his initial sight, and when the man turned, he was coming down. The guard only saw his ally... Dead. And then he tried to back up, but it wasn't quite fast enough. Both of Belgerath's first, clenched together, smashed down, grazing the mans face, and tearing the skin above his right eye, blood spurting into it. Belgerath didn't wait to press the attack, though he felt something hit his left side as the man reeled back. The man however also lashed out with his knife, which tore into Belgeraths right arm, wounding it enough to weaken it for the rest of the operation. But for the moment, with the adrenaline, it didn't hit. His left hand smashed into the man's wrist, dislocating and even cracking the joints, and as the man's left arm went up to defend his face, Belgerath attacked elsewhere. His right hand smashed into his left armpit, smashing the nerves there and completely killing any feeling or control in the mans entire left side. Even if he survived, that part of his body would never be the same again. Not that he would, as Belgerath took the falling mans head, and then smashed his knee into it, cracking his skill and making his brain into pudding with the force.

The plan went well for the second guard, almost perfect, but Belgerath could feel the flaw in his left side. A dull feeling of pain where the bolt had torn through his clothes and gouged a glancing blow in his side. And he knew it was poisoned, there was a feeling he knew well, how such things felt. Which meant he wasted no time, calming his breathing and body as fast as he could, and with his knife, cut an area out of around the wound, clenching his teeth at the pain and crying out as he did so. It made the wound bad, but livable, and with how much he opened it, the poison would flow out with his blood. Which was by no means a small amount, his body wracked with pain, wanting to curl up on the snow as it was turned red, steamy and sticky by his blood. Of course, minuscule, trace amounts of it had gotten into his body, which he would need to deal with.

Dragging the man's body and his own to the building, he took out some antibiotics. Would they completely kill it? No. Would it keep the poison from slowing him down and weakening him? No way in hell. Would it keep him alive? Damn right it would. So taking probably more then was medically safe, Belgerath calmed his body, and using minimal speed, stripped himself. And then the man who's head was crushed, and switched clothes, keeping movement to a minimum. Time to play masquerade.