Faction Blood And Stone - [The Dark Court]

[Vakhari Lutris]

Tags: Kaila Irons Qyssiyana Viscountess Pandora Delsin Shaw

Objective One: Break the Guilds

As her weathered gaze uplifted from her once destroyed hand, her skin felt it, they all felt it. The entrance she opened was closed down upon her, the air retaining the lingering presence of the one who did it. She could practically feel their poisonous anger slithering to her, trying to instigate or make some stance.

They all took note of the stench, the marking of the one.

However, she just wanted to keep walking... Reporting the cave in to all nearby friendly units.

Her torn glove made it so her fingers were exposed, gently feeling at the mined out wall as she stalked further in. Her drones continued to monitor and watch, alerting those nearby that the enemies were flooding down where Vakhari was.

This was fine, it was planned. The flank had become the frontline, with only Vakhari and her unbottled monsters to hold the line.

As she walked back down the bloodstained halls, the girl couldn't help but find solace in the silence. They had been pushing her, hungering, demanding. Like hounds smelling blood they knew, watched, salivated even. All the people wishing to end her life, it made the girl anxious, but them? The sides of her mouth twitch and stutter, creeping back up into a smile, but was it just them? Or was she just as awful? After all, this whole mess strung about wasn't normally where someone would find a twisted sense of macabre peace. But it was perfect right? The silence was deafening, her thoughts blurring the world around her.

The doctor's mouth opens, the dust coating her tongue as a small pair of soulless black eyes peered out from the back of the girl's throat.

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[Delsin Shaw]

|| Objective I: Break the Guilds ||
|| Equipment: Armor | Mask | Ring | Sword ||
|| Tags: Viscountess Pandora | Darth Kharnaz | Kaila Irons | Vakhari Lutris | Qyssiyana | Kyber ||​

"Me? No. Thats your job."

The sly smile formed upon my face as the Furry Acolyte spoke to me. Expecting me to so easily join the fight. No. That was not my job here. It was to support the acolytes as they performed theirs. An open palm indicated to move onward. Letting it drop to my side, I walked behind the being. My hand lazily down turned, dragging itself through the air as the debris from the ground began to lift itself all around us. Swirling faster and faster before I let my hand eject outwards towards the incoming forces. A host of Sith in one location? They knew we were here.

The near nonchalant thrown hand into the direction of their encampments send this wave of shrapnel at them. Just as it released, a bolt of lightning shot from between my fingers. Lacing out along the debris as a net of powered electrified webbing. The speed of which popped the sound barrier like it was a normal every day occurrence. The near shotgun webbing blasted through walls, and their encampment. Sprinkling their forces with what was essentially, electro-slugs.

"Now you may attack."

An almost unamused tone and face as Kalia was already floating up into the air to provide support to the other two as an arial craft would. Uniquely so with Levitation being a rather rare skill. Having performed it on occasion myself, it wasn't my first choice. As it opened one for an attack. Exposing one's self so easily.

It was not difficult to see some of them pointing with their fingers before raising rifles. A heavy roll of the eyes before my hand whipped to the side. As they began to pull the trigger, the rifle and pistol barrels were yanked into the directions of their allies. Sending full salvos of blaster fire into their comrades. Giving plenty of time for Karnaz a chance to close the distance with his rage and wrathful combat.

When the voice of Kyber, a unique Droid, disgusting in my personal taste, but never stating it openly, had come to speak over the communication channels.

"Saber-Clank, Seek out any leadership or officers in their ranks. Kharnaz and myself are dealing with the masses. The other Acolytes are also infiltrating to gather resources or to find the leadership. Link up with them if able, or target those that would hinder infiltration."

Once the line was dead, a slight shiver escaped my shoulders and up my neck to the base of my skull. Muttering words to myself

"This one. The hell is that?"

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Armor + Robes
Tag: Delsin Shaw Qyssiyana Viscountess Pandora Darth Kharnaz Vakhari Lutris

“Yes, my lady! Thank you!”

"Hmh. you can thank me later." she teased, remembering how the Elryssia looked at her.

"If you survive."

Then, just like that, she was back to watching the battlefield like a hawk. And it was a battlefield now. Vakhari Lutris pinged and dropped enemies in rapid succession, an ally she didn't even know she had, whilst Darth Kharnaz executed the guards silently, beautifully, and Delsin Shaw demonstrated ingenuity the young Darth had not previously considered. Qyssiyana too demonstrated strange abilities. Strange, but most useful.

"...fascinating..." she muttered to herself.

Guards were becoming more alert in every sector, some even pointing her out directly. Delsin may have intercepted them, but it was unnecessary, as one unlucky sniper was about to demonstrate.

A precise bolt bounced off an invisible barrier around the floating warrior-sorceress.

Her visor shifted towards the source, arms uncrossing. Anathemous pointed two fingers—Index and little finger—at a tower covered in netting. An ominous violet light crackled between them, a living tuning fork that steadily built power until, with a thunderous * CRACK *, she unleashed a precise beam of lightning that exploded the tower.

The flash revealed more silhouettes below.

"Two hostile groups," she reported, her tone eerily calm, focused.

"One going to the mines, one deviating towards your position from the west. About a dozen foes."

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[Darth Virelia]

"Rusted words and tattered promises."

OBJECTIVE 2, Tags - Valaine Valentine , Kristyl Arenais , Darth Nathrax

The air changed.

Darth Virelia felt it before she saw it — a ripple in the pressure, a distortion in the rhythm of Malachor's ever-present storm. The scavenger clan had not yet stepped fully into the light, yet here, from the husk of broken starships above, the true threat revealed itself. The shriek of tearing metal answered her senses a heartbeat later as the cockpit hull tore free of the wreckage, crashing down in a violent cascade.

Her helm tilted, violet eyes glowing faintly through the mask as her gaze lifted upward. The silhouette of a figure launched from the ruins with the arrogance of certainty, a streak of purple light igniting in midair. Not a scavenger. Not a pawn. A blade in motion, hungry and reckless, descending into her presence with all the weight of conviction.

Virelia did not move in haste. She never did.

Instead, her posture softened, shoulders lowering as if she were greeting a long-awaited guest. The flicker of her eyes traced the arc of the descending blow, drinking in its fury like the bouquet of a fine vintage. A stranger. An interloper. Perhaps Jedi. Perhaps not. But whatever she was, she had chosen to cut herself into this moment — and in that act, she had already surrendered something Virelia would claim.

A soft laugh slid from the Dark Lady's throat, warm as silk and twice as dangerous.

"Ah," she murmured, voice carrying in the storm, "so even Malachor delivers me gifts."

She raised a hand not in defense, but in greeting, the long fingers of her glove opening like a lover's invitation. It was not the hand of a duelist — not yet. It was the hand of one who welcomed the strike, who would let her opponent define themselves with the first blow, even as she studied the measure of their soul through the clash.

Her presence thickened around her Court, licentious and suffocating, a perfume of control and seduction that was as much weapon as any blade. To Valaine, to Nathrax, to all within reach, the message was clear: this was not a battle begun, but a dance entered, and she was the partner who chose the steps.

As the figure descended, as the violet blade carved its promise in the air, Virelia turned her masked face just so, her voice curling upward like smoke.

"You do not belong to the scavengers," she said softly, though her words seemed to echo far louder than they should. "That much is clear. But you have made a choice, leaping into my shadow. Do you know, stranger, what such a choice costs?"

Her body shifted at last, fluid and deliberate, cloak sweeping like ink spilled over stone. From her gloved hand, a subtle gesture unfurled — fingers curling as though she caressed the air itself. The currents of the Dark Side stirred, invisible but heavy, and with them came a slow, insidious sickness. It spread not as a strike but as a whisper, a poison laced into the very breath around her foe. She did not lash out with fury; she only let it seep, the way a seductress lets a secret slip, the way a serpent lets venom drip.

Virelia's laughter lingered, low and velvet. "Show me your worth."

And she waited, poised as the storm itself, ready to claim whatever this bold intruder thought to offer.

 

[Viscountess Pandora]

Tags - Qyssiyana
Equipment- Red Lightwhip ,Cortosis Vibroblade

Now.

Pandora didn't waste any time. She moved quickly, unsheathing her light whip to then cut down one of the guards that Qyssiyana stunned. It was a graceful display, as she sliced one of them up open like flower. The other guard however was lucky. Pandora used her light whip to disable the guard's weapon before then tackling him, throwing his head into the wall of the cavern to stun him. She then pulled out her cortosis vibroblade, holding it to his throat. "Follow us. Dont make a sound."


So Pandora led both Qyssiyana and their prisoner down the mine, taking extra precaution to avoid oncoming enemy forces thanks to intelligence provided by their ally overhead. Pandora however was still focused on what Delsin talked about earlier to someone over the comms. Saber-Clank. If there was another Sith here, going after the leaders, chances are there would be dead before they can corrupt them. Another thing to go wrong in this plan. Pandora's mind raced for alternatives as they neared the fortress.

Pulling their prisoner to the side, Pandora tightened her grip on him before nodding at Qyssiyana. "Go. Do what you have to do. But be fast. Otherwise we may get overrun or worse, we will fail the Mistress."