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."

​

 

[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."

 

[Darth Kharnaz]

Objective 1

Kharnaz watched Delsins force attack with awe. Such power with so little effort was something he desired deeply. The scavengers fell prone, writhing in pain. Ripe for the picking.

"Now you may attack."

That was all Kharnaz needed to hear. With a howl he launched into the fray. He held his lightsabers in separated mode, one in each paw. Kharnaz was a tornado of blades, lashing out at everything that moved. Some scavengers fired, desperately seeking to put him down but they found it was impossible to aim accurately at the being within the whirlwind of destruction. Others broke and fled, clearly not paid enough to deal with the hatred fueled monster.

"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."

Kharnaz did not listen. He was too absorbed in his blood fury. He heard something about a dozen enemies. Pitiful. They would wish they had brought a dozen times that.

Delsin Shaw Qyssiyana Viscountess Pandora Vakhari Lutris Kaila Irons

 

[Vakhari Lutris]

Tags: Darth Kharnaz Kaila Irons Viscountess Pandora Delsin Shaw Qyssiyana

Objective One: Break the Guilds

She coils down, pale death slinking off the girl's tongue. Black eyes scan the surrounding area as the serpent pairs herself with Vakhari, it was almost a catharsis for her tongue to pick up the scent of decay in the air.

However, the alarms were no doubt firing like crazy. Her own spawn able to see the information being given by the droids scouting out all the dusty passages of these mines, and with the previous entrance sabotaged.. Time was running out.

The pale serpent grows in size, all those still connected to the comms would see a rapidly growing blip right where Vakhari was standing. Something was going on in there, and the growing presence of the beast could be felt rippling throughout the very air.

Once large enough, Vakhari steps back into the maw of the snake, hiding away inside the creature right as the defenders rounded the corner.

Hundreds of rounds of blaster fire sunk into the face of the beast, glazed abyssal eyes watching all who had gathered. As a red bioluminescence began to dance under the scales of this creature, her maw would open again as a spray of volatile acid coated the hall. A dozen hostiles fading from the radar as the size of the large blip only continued to grow, bubbling blood from the fallen began to coil around the pale body of the serpent as Vakhari herself inside of the beast channeled her magics.

The beast known as Lucy lets out a violent hiss, the sound echoing from one end of the mines to the other.

Scanners were picking up that a fifty foot long (15.2 meter) target was coiling through the mines, with the size slowly changing as it escaped the more narrow passages. Panic was starting to fill the air as the defenders were being pushed out like rats, running from the pale slithering demon further in the mines.

Some who valued their life more than others laid down their arms, seeking only to flee out of the mines as fast as their legs could carry them. Fear in the form of rapid hearts, dread in each droplet of sweat.

Those who stayed to defend were having checkpoints utterly destroyed, tendrils of blood infused with screaming lightning, waves of highly dangerous acid.

Fear not the dark my friend, and let the feast begin.​

 

[Qyssiyana]

Location: Malachor V
Notable Equipment and Personal Effects: Viper Mk. I Skinsuit │ Energy Projected Helmet │ Bio-Stabilizer Mask │ Nox M-10 “Wraith” │ FAE/M-02 Energized Forearm Vibroblade Mk. II
Objective: The Price of Silence
Tag: Viscountess Pandora Darth Kharnaz Delsin Shaw Kaila Irons Vakhari Lutris

Qyssiyana only just managed to restrain the urge to gasp as Pandora sliced apart one of the guards with her lightwhip, rending him apart with the brutal elegance of a blossom meeting a storm. The other guard met a less final, though no less decisive fate. The white-haired woman’s light whip slivered his weapon in twain, promptly disarming him before he was sent crashing into the nearby wall, dazed and defeated. That alone was enough for the guard to submit, but the cortosis vibroblade drawn to his throat swiftly squashed any lingering thoughts of fighting back or attempting an escape.

With the prisoner in tow, Qyssiyana allowed Pandora to lead the way deeper down the mine, her blaster held in a steady, two-handed grip. The weapon proved immediately useful as a pair of guards rounded the corner ahead. Drawing in her breath, Qyssiyana immediately snapped her sights onto the nearest one, before plugging a single, silenced bolt into his chest, dropping him wordlessly to the ground. The second guard was dropped in the same heartbeat, a silenced bolt slamming into his skull as searing plasma fried bone and grey matter in an instant.

Moving into a hidden alleyway, Qyssiyana returned Pandora’s nod with a subtle inclination of her head before stepping in front of the prisoner and holstering her pistol.

As useful as the weapon was, it paled in comparison to her most exquisite instrument.

“Tell me where the comms relay is located. Describe it for me.” Qyssiyana spoke in a soft, mellifluous murmur, words laced with harmonic beat frequencies tuned to amplify theta brainwaves. Simultaneously, her triocular gaze ignited in a soft, bioluminescent glow, irises producing dancing light patterns that dissolved the conscious barriers of the guard’s mind like sugar in water.

After only a moment, his will crumbled, voice becoming a flat, compliant monotone.

“The comms relay is located on the survey tower, above the east side entrance.”

“How can I access it from here? What does it look like?” Qyssiyana pressed.

“There’s a lift located adjacent to the main fortress. It will take you up to the rim of the canyon, where you will find the relay. It’s grafted into the natural rock and fortified with hull plating.They constructed it from a starship’s communications mast.”

Qyssiyana smiled then, before sparing a playful glance towards Pandora, luminous eyes conveying a silent message that came as clear as spoken words:

He’s yours now.

 

[Viscountess Pandora]

Tags - Qyssiyana
Equipment- Red Lightwhip ,Cortosis Vibroblade

Pandora now understood why the Mistress had recruited Qyssiyana to the court. The alien had an ability similar to that of a Jedi Mind trick. But while Jedi Mind Tricks were subtle, this appeared to be more flashy. She watched Qyssiyana's bioluminscent glow, the patterns beginning to lull Pandora like a siren song. Pandora turned her gaze away to not also fall underneath the hypnotic sway of her comrade. But she listened. Listened to the guard spilling out everything that Qyssiyana demanded of him with incredible detail.

Pandora turned to face Qyssiyana again just enough to see that the alien woman was finished with her interrogation. The prisoner was now Pandora's problem to deal with. Swiftly, she slit the throat of the prisoner, letting him fall to the ground choking on his own blood. Pandora cleaned her blade as she began walking to the lift. "That was quite impressive, Qyssiyana. You have a useful talent. Come now, we should hurry to that comms tower."

 

[Qyssiyana]

Location: Malachor V
Notable Equipment and Personal Effects: Viper Mk. I Skinsuit │ Energy Projected Helmet │ Bio-Stabilizer Mask │ Nox M-10 “Wraith” │ FAE/M-02 Energized Forearm Vibroblade Mk. II
Objective: The Price of Silence
Tag: Viscountess Pandora Darth Kharnaz Delsin Shaw Kaila Irons Vakhari Lutris

“I will be behind you, Pandora.” Qyssiyana replied, her voice a soft, melodic assurance. With that, she allowed the white-haired woman to take the lead, falling into step behind her with a light, almost silent tread. All the while, her lekku gave a delicate, involuntary flicker at the discordant symphony of blaster reports emanating from deeper within the mines—the staccato cacophony of blaster fire punctuated by terrified screams and shouts steeped in panic and shattered disbelief.

It was only then that the sharp, acrid tang of something akin to vinegar and hydrogen chloride struck her senses, causing a vicious burn to rise in the back of her throat. Then, she saw them: a cluster of twelve bodies, ravaged and mangled beyond recognition. They were less corpses and more grotesque sculptures of dissolved flesh and exposed bone, viscera bubbling in a slow, gruesome simmer. Acid had eaten away at their flesh, burning through fabric, armor, and skin alike, leaving behind a landscape of gleaming skeletal remains pooled in shallow, smoking hollows of what little remained of the melted forms.

Qyssiyana’s hand rose instinctively, the back of her wrist pressing lightly against her lips. Nevertheless, Pandora didn’t allow them to delay. They passed by the scene wrought by Vakhari Lutris before arriving at the lift minutes later, at which point Qyssiyana tapped a few buttons to activate it. From there, a soft whirring sound registered from above as the lift sped down towards their level, before coming to a screeching halt.

“Top level,” Qyssiyana murmured, her voice a soft chime as she stepped onto the lift. “It should take us directly to the tower.” She added, before offering Pandora a soft, playful smile. With the information secure and acted upon, her own part was mostly complete. Now, the stage was ceded, awaiting the performance that only Pandora could provide!

 

[Kyber]

Objective: Break The Guilds
Equipment: 3 lightsabers and inbuilt cloaking device, Technician's corpse he is puppeting
Location: Guild Master quarters

Saber-Clank really, the name irritated Kyber on a number of levels mainly that it it implied he was just a simple lightsaber wielding droid which he was far beyond. While Kyber had no hatred of droids themselves he disliked being referred to one other than when he is actively pretending to be one for he is something far more advance, A Shard.

"This One thanks That One for the reminder of objectives. Hopefully That One is able to remember them easier by stating them out loud however the objective statement does not indicate where within the facility Those Ones assigned as targets are." It seemed Kyber would have to hope he goes down the right path way and it seemed none of the walls had any helpful maps.

With all the people he would go past running the opposite direction towards what Kyber assumed was the firefight none of them payed attention to the fact the corpse Kyber was puppeting was in fact dead. Finally Kyber found a the room to one of the Guild masters and two of his guards who were busy inside trying to pack away all his valuables clearly planning to escape but too greedy to do so without his riches. "You stop gawking and help me pack dam it!." The guild master yelled pointing at the puppet.

Using the force Kyber had the corpse puppet grab its blaster pistol from his holster and shoot the guild master before his guards could react. For a moment of silence the guards stared at the guild master's dead corpse in complete shock before opening fire on the puppet unaware of the true culprit. Kyber let the puppet slump down to the ground no longer controlling it with the force as he slipped away with none the wiser.

"One Target down, Other Targets may be planning to escape via shuttles or tunnel networks. Suggestion keep eyes on the sky"

Viscountess Pandora Vakhari Lutris Darth Kharnaz Kaila Irons Delsin Shaw Lord Dravik Qyssiyana