Candle in the Dark [GA vs OS Invasion of Lujo Objectives: 1, 2, 4]

[Writer]

Location: The Festering Cairn

Objective: Disrupt the Ritual

Allies: Galactic Alliance | The Light | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Kail Myn"]

Enemies: The One Sith | Spirit of [member="Darth Vornskr"] (Vicinity) | [member="Soeht"]

Gear: Vanguard Armor | The Destiny | The Prophecy

Mira had her back turned – but her focus was there.

She sensed the incoming onslaught but apparently the monstrosity was a bit faster than she anticipated. As she spun around to her left, pivoting on the balls of her feet – Yinep would pass by her and the knife he was intent on impaling her with would graze the side of her armor. Mira hissed more out of aggression than actual pain as the man – no, creature passed by her. With a quick horizontal slash, her right hand extending as she completed her spin, the head of Yinep would be lopped clean off his shoulders and his body would tumble lifelessly into the stone pillar a meter behind them. Mira took a moment to re-position herself, turning to face [member="Soeht"] and the forsaken ritual occurring before her.

It was bad enough that life was caving in all around her emotionally – now to bear witness to the rebirth of a monstrosity like Vornskr, was just too much. Mira could feel the energy radiating through the air, a thick, choking energy that was neither wanted nor welcoming. Despite her overwhelming urge to engage and defeat Soeht, there was the mission at hand – and overdue compensation for the loss of her left eye. Mira disengaged her sabers – clipping them to her sides quickly. There wasn’t much time, as it was with all things. Action was required, so action would be taken.

She would close her eyes and concentrate, feel the moment and the Force around her. She would pull the traces of Light from the ebbs of dark flowing around her, threatening to snuff out her very essence. Her hands rose up from her sides as she saw the very faint traces of stone and chipped earth in the shape of the pillars and columns. Her breathing would become more balanced and focused as outstretched hands clenched into fists. The rumbling sounds of the earth would begin to erupt around the area, small cracks would appear at the base of the structures. The reverberation of rocks tumbling to the ground and shattering into pieces filled the air over the sound of the chanting. A new sensation would begin to settle in with the joy that the acolytes held for the sight of Vornskr’s rebirth. Teeth would clench, jaw muscles would tighten and heels would dig in.

If she could not stop it, then she would delay it by all means possible and give Gabriel more time – if there was such a thing. She knew the cost and the death of the acolytes would pale in comparison to the travesties that Vornskr could unleash upon the Galaxy – yet again. The notion drove her towards that line, further away from everything she fought so hard to keep. Everything her mother engrained in her mind during her training as a Padawan. Everything that Aaralyn would have wanted to see her keep regardless of all the temptations in the Galaxy.

She had to try, even if it meant sacrificing a little bit more of herself.

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective: 1
Location: Almost at B
Enemies: [member="Damian Starchaser"], [member="Rayl Wilded"]
Allies: [member="Darth Erebos"]


Nomkneer had someone tailing him while running through the room. He didn't need this right now, his master needed him and nothing would stop him. Soldiers began to round up around the kaleesh by the orders of the one tailing him. Rayl could've stopped him, but few seconds later [member="Damian Starchaser"]' bomb took the ceiling to the ground and while that was happening. Nomkneer jumped and used the back of the head of one of Rayls soldiers to skip forward by using the force on his knees. The ceiling fell all over filling the path with rubble.

Nomkneer went under one chunk that almost squished him and waited for one to fall just a yard in front of him. He jumped and Running forward he was able to meet with his master, he looked to the side and saw that there was a jedi master there. Nomkneer had used Force Zen before coming to this place so he had stored stamina inside his body just in case if he needed it, well, it looked like his master needed it more.

He took his hand facing his master, focusing his concentrated power through his arms, once it reached its finger tips it would infuse in Erebos, making his body feel rejuvenated without healing his body even though he has depleted his strength.Force zen does not have any back drops besides having to meditate a few hours before using it but if Erebos depletes the stamina Nomkneer is giving him completely he will feel a little more exhausted than he already does.

Nomkneer takes out his Baneful Scythe and holds it with his two hands, amplifying his powers ready to face [member="Damian Starchaser"] he points at him.

"You... "

Suddenly he fell to the ground and he couldn't move, the blast from the bombs he tried to evade seemed like he did pass them. The shock messed with his nervous system and he was unable to control his body. Unable to speak he tried to calm himself to find a way to return his movements.

 

[Shaddi]

Objective: 1

Location: B

Allies: The Force, The Darkside, The OS, [member="Abelain Narv'uk"], [member="Jardo Snow"], [member="Lord Mythos"], [member="Darth Kentarch"], [member="Darth Rapax"], [member="Fortuna"], [member="Lord Sebastian"]
Enemies: The GR, The jedi, The lightside, [member="Damian Starchaser"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Abel"] & [member="Kaileann Vera"]
Equipment: 1 x woebringer heavy blaster pistol, His Lightsaber, Tonka Amulet Charges (7/8), The ring of Hrafnar, Infantry Armor MK II (Modified with a robe around it and the mask of his previous armor)


This knight wouldn't give up, he came after him again and again. A surge of strength found it's way into his body he was tired but not as tired as he had been, he suspected that it was thanks to his apprentice but now was not the time to thank or ponder on it. With the attack coming in towards his left side he brought his saber up to meet the blade in a sweeping arch that should beat the saber heading for his side away and give him enough room to bring his saber down in a thundering two handed downwards blow aimed at the knights head. He held both hands on his sabers-hilt to bring as much power into the strike as he could but his wounds, even though they were fueling his power, still debilitated him.
As he brought the attack down however he could feel his side aching and he knew that if he was given time to focus on Curato Salva then he could lessen that pain but for that he needed time, time he knew this knight wouldn't give him. Even though the fight hadn't lasted very long he knew two things about this knight already, he was tenacious and would fight tooth and nail to stop a sith victory. "Yield" He then commanded of the knight as much as he had been craving a challenge the fight up til now hadn't satisfied him in anyway, he would like to meet either the master or the knight again and have a fair duel.

 

[Harmon Taldan]

Objective: 1
Location: G
Enemies: One Sith, [member="abelain narv'uk"]
Allies: GA, [member="Andanian Ategann"]

Harm was a hairsbreadth away from pulling the trigger on another maser blast when the Sith monster spun away. Harm tracked him, knowing that the key to being fast was to not hurry, so he kept a small pressure on the trigger, ready to blast him when he stopped. Then Andanian was there, the beast started to grapple with Andanian, and Harm knew the maser scattergun was useless for the time being. He quickly slapped the scattergun over his shoulder and let the magnetic plate grab it, dropping both hands to his revolver blasters and dropping into a slightly lower crouch. He leveled both at the head of the beast, though he didn't quite have a good shot yet.

Harm began to shift to his right, trying to slowly get a better angle on the situation.

"You said your name was Abelain. I'm Harmon Taldan, I think you know who I'm with." He said, trying to buy more time for Andanian and himself to figure a solution out. "That's a nice lightsaber there, though you seem afraid to use it. Could have slashed it at me on your way past, maybe even cut my scattergun that did you so much hurt. Instead you grab soldier boy and threaten him. Speaks to fear, speaks to indecision. We can talk this out, just put the lightsaber down and walk out with me. You and I'll sit and talk, maybe figure a way for you to get out of this alive and relatively unharmed. Alliance is pretty good at helping dark siders rehabilitate..." Every few words would see a slow, even shuffle to the right, trying to bring Abelain into easier sight.

 

[Soeht]

Location: The Festering Carin
Allies: One Sith
Objective: Awaken.

As [member="Mira Rekali"] killed Yinep, a harmless burst of red light exploded from his body. Soeht immediately turned back to glance at what had just happened.

Had Mira been the one to receive the power the Yinep took from Soeht, then her attempt to bring down the cavern might have succeeded. It seemed as if she might have the latent power necessary to take it without turning into a mindless monstrocity.

Once the lightshow from [member="Braxus Zambrano"] ended, Soeht asked, “Finished?”

A small rock was the first to fall from the ceiling next to Soeht. He just barely got out of the way with a sidestep.

“If not, I can end this now,” Soeht said - maybe the spirit of [member="Darth Vornskr"] was still listening, “My way.”

A large boulder crushed an Acolyte praying next to Soeht. He stepped around it as he continued to approach the sarcophagus.

“I just need a ‘yes’,” continued Soeht.

The pillars supporting the cavern began to crack. He had to shove away with the Force a boulder falling toward him. Soeht hissed as he turned back once more toward [member="Mira Rekali"]. He clipped the lightsaber hilt in his left hand to his belt. Then, he threw out that hand as if grasping something in the distance.

Swiftly, Soeht yanked back his arm. He exerted his will on the ceremonial knife that Yinep wielded. It escaped Yinep’s grasp the moment that he died. Now, Soeht’s telekinetic touch seized it and sent it flying through the air.

The target: Mira’s back.

[member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Kail Myn"]

 

[Mythos]

Location: L
Objective: Light Vs. Darkness
Allies: [member="Darth Kentarch"] OS
Enemies: GA [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] & [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Gear: In Siggy and Bio. + Snowfall
OOC: Thought i would make it epic, it turned out to be pretty big XD

Mythos headed straight into a world of pain overestimating the thickness and reliability of the simple looking yet incredibly strong durasteel gauntlet. The bigger man moved with surprising speed for his height and armor, his blows barely even registered in the mind of Mythos yet they did register on his body when they landed. From a few inches to now a bit more Mythos' body dug inside of the wall to where on the other side the darkness of sithspawn could be felt clawing away at him.... but sith lords were not born in pain, they were molded by it.... the apprentice of Ophidia would not bend to pain alone...

Something else broke and this time Mythos knew exactly what it was, when he shifted to move forward he noticed his left rib was either shattered or dislocated....It mattered not, he had fought through worse.

It did not make him faster or more elegant but it made him more deadly without a shadow of a doubt, pain and broken bones are things he was used to, he spent most of his apprenticeship inside of a bacta tank.

When he closed his eyes all he could feel was pain, but in the distance of his consciousness the trumpets of battle of an ancient world ringed so hard he could feel his eardrums about to shatter with the massive decibels. Overtaken by the magic of the axe and the evil condensed inside it , Lord Mythos, lord of the sith, could clearly see the battle lines of millennials ago as if he was there at this moment and not in the bottom of a prison fighting an armor clad Jedi that was about to kill him.

The silence before the storm. As both armies came together before his eyes, the silence before they clashed. Then the power when they collided.

The rumble of power shook from inside him, his body moved from the broken hole that it was tossed upon like a Sith that had slept for eternity. The force ripped his surrounding apart with raw energy, uncontrolled as he shuffled forward still inside the vision.

With the power of telekinesis levitating him forward and whirling shattered shards of durasteel and metal like a small storm around his form, Lord Mythos started to rise from the metal hole and it could be felt around the very fabric of the force. Blood dripping from his body and the axe of Adas in one hand feeding him strength his boots did not touch the ground and neither did his eyes leave his opponent.

This time it was him that looked down on Thurion Heavenshield from above.

In his left hand he gripped the very sword that his enemy had used against him unconsciously, its tip pointing down carrying a single line of blood that originated from his lip and trailing down from his bare chest down unto the sword.... drop by drop unto the floor....

"I am finally graced with an opponent of merit..." A voice boomed, with the deep tone of evil that was forgotten and the echo of time....but his lips did not move.

Gracefully he extended the hand that held the sword forward, pain and agony fueling the movement.... He sought to destroy his hand before to defeat him and show strength in the force and in the battlefield as well as honor...
Now he was going to utterly destroy him and leave nothing behind, he thought of nothing else but to end his enemy like a falling avalanche of granite. Like a bird of prey he descended, Axe first and the sword quickly following as his body spun, the style was Juyo but with Jar'Kai obviously being its grace. Using the force to enhance his strength, he used the large weapons almost as he would lightsabers and he aimed for above the neck.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Lord Sebastian"]

Jacen's eyes narrowed to slits. His breathing gradually slowed as he once again found his centre. Where the Sith had passion, the Jedi had control. No words would goad him on now, nothing would shatter his determination.

For years he had been a soldier. The notion of talking to the enemy so much was utterly lost on him. If all Sith wasted such hot air on idle threats, it was a wonder they are oxygen enough to fight.

His weight dropped just a fraction his blade found a typical middle guard. The tip was aimed squared at Sebastian's chest, making the blade an obstacle that had to be moved before a strike could be made to the body. Hawkish eyes watched the Sith's footwork intently. Jacen had trained under some of the greatest Jedi swordsmen there were, he was in no rush to divulge what he was capable until he has seen the way the Sith moved.

"Come on then," he growled. So few years, yet an even more direct challenge back.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Location: M>L

Allies: OS and allies

Enemies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Marcello Matteo"]

Stuffs: 2x lightsabers, AT-1 Wrist Slugthrower (Sith killer rounds), MT-T42 Silent Transport Boots, Sith assassin armor (with specter gloss), throwing knives (poisoned), Sith hidden blade, Adder Dart Shooter (Inhibitor darts), Energy bow

Lord Ajihad, the Fist of the Demon, had a score to settle. Not so long ago, Taeli Raaf had been a Sith Lord of good standing, as well as a renowned sorceress and owner of Krayt industries. For reasons unknown, one day she had suddenly betrayed the entire One Sith order and ran off to be with the Jedi. After she had betrayed the One Sith as a whole, the assassin quartermaster had betrayed the location of the Sith Assassins' secret base to the Jedi and had led a raid against them with the Shadows. The temple had been left in utter ruin, many bodies of young assassins trapped underneath the rubble.​

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That is why the master assassin was at the old command center that day. One of his spies within the Republic had told him that Taeli was going to try and help the alliance defeat the One Sith here, which would have been the first Sith defeat in ages. Even with victory on the line, the Sith Lord cared about none of that. All he cared about was taking the life of the former Darth Arcanix himself, spilling her blood on the unholy and desecrated floor of the building.​

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As he entered the lower floors, the assassin used Art of the Small to shrink his presence in the force to the size of an atom. The residual dark force within these walls would also help act as a camouflage for him, burying his atom-sized presence in waves of horrible darkness. Ajihad then climbed up the walls until he was level with the ventilation shafts. He crawled his way inside, surprised to notice that the space was actually comparatively large for an air vent. He silently army-crawled his way down, moving towards chamber L. All the while he was using his force senses developed as a young Miraluka child to seek the location of his prey. Revenge would come soon enough.​

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Location: B
Allies: [member="Abelain Narv'uk"], [member="Jardo Snow"], [member="Lord Mythos"], [member="Darth Kentarch"], [member="Darth Rapax"], [member="Fortuna"], [member="Darth Erebos"]
Enemies: [member="Damian Starchaser"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Abel"] &[member="Kaileann Vera"]
Equipment: Leather armor with nothing on the chest, three lightsaber with dark red blades

If this 'Master' spoke his 'resume' to Sebastian he would only receive a laugh. He would say he was trained by some of the greatest Jedi Swordsman, but Sebastian use to be one of them and trained many of them. Grant it, he trained them in the basics and never traine anyone in Vaapad, but that was not what mattered. He had between many Jedi when he was one of their best Jedi Shadows, not the best, but one of them.

It was true, Sith had passion and Jedi had control, unfortunately Sebastian had both. He could control and master his passions and keep himself in check, but also release them like a waterfall. He stood and watched his ad asset, not to quick to attack. He opened his senses and see everything even unseen. Jacen's breathing was controlled his emotions were in check, he was prepared. His stance was a middle guard, a foolish thing to use against someone who could flank you, but this was not known making it a wise choice as it provided the user a range of counters.

He noticed that his stance was slightly off balance, he could sense the weight was lighter on his left foot, this suggested he would move left or something else, but he was not sure at the moment and woul need to observe more. Unlike most Jedi, Jacen's body language did not speak as much which suggested a more rigid training, training to make you fall in line with those around you, military.

Now came his move, would he attack? Would he wait? Jacen's eyes narrowed, he was trying to predict the Echani's move, a gift belonging to the Echani and one they trained to deceive. Sebastain would attack, his image blurred, but his muscles, his stance, his position did not seem to change. He created two images of himself mirroring each other side by side. This was known as after images created by moving faster than the mind could comprehend and so it created two images. Most Master Force users could move at this speed, but it took a true master to fool another Master's mind that was trained to comprehend such speeds.

Both images vanished as Sebastian reappeared in front of Jacen swinging at his middle stance with a simple slash coming from the left to the right, this slash was a faint as before he would make connect he would greatly speed up his movements to roll under the guard and stabing for Jacen's stomach while rotating his body to the right to avoid a counter after the faint. The intentions of such a move was to test a guard an ability to perceive. A faint was good for removing a guard stance and presenting an opening for a real attack which was the stab. However, slashing for the chest and then stabbing at the stomach was not a logical move, it provided the need to react quick to two moves not easily strung together. This would ether give the impression that the swordsman was a fool or was a master presenting them self as a fool.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-MuKK9lZdWA​

Location: The Festering Cairn
Objective: To reveal such revelation as mere shadow, to stomp out an existence once and for all (Objective IV)
Allies:

• [member="Mira Rekali"]
• [member="Kail Myn"]
• Galactic Alliance
• The Force

Enemies:

• The One Sith
• Spirit of [member="Darth Vornskr"]
• [member="Braxus Zambrano"]
• [member="Soeht"]
• The yoke that tethers slaves to such purpose

Gear:

• Roecnar (twin lightsaber of Reebas)
• Darth Vornskrs Lightsaber
• Vanguard Armor
• Armorweave cloak

He could feel it, the dreaming taken form. In all the shuttering and quaking of the Cairn, he could feel the world unfolding into the path he had hoped to avoid. This was always a mission of prevention, one to stem the tide of the darkside by providing obstacle for this revival. But it seems, even in death, Kaine had provided adequate resources to nearly ensure his own resuscitation. He felt anger unfold with the memory, origami paper un-crumpling and dislodging from the bin he had once tossed it in. To forever be forgotten, for being the tempting thing that would never tempt him. It wasn't his own anger that crawled in, nestling deep and finding cozy spot by the hearth of heart, but instead that of the awakening. This wasn't his, he wouldn't own or touch it, but merely grind his teeth in the tensing response to such insult.

The spectacle of such uplifting, acolyte leading the charge for this revival, he would have questioned it with powers stretching out, lightsaber in hand. But it seemed the remaining sentinels were unleashed in a full onslaught attack, one that failed to stir anything within him beyond annoyance. He had prepared for them, spent the time to grow and accommodate the housing of the force within him. It wasn't lightside, it wasn't darkside, it was merely resolve. And the beckoning of an ally to aid when the body wasn't willing. Outstretched hand once again found fulcrum for the divide, the pushing and overwhelming powers that bolstered within him a sense of confidence and resolute defiance, it began to invigorate. Where a force repulse once emanated, a force wave grew. Powered by the latent focus and time to think, it manifested in a desire to control this particular crowd as they circled him. But unlike the force waves of old that pushed, this was a pressurized band, meant to exert a cutting force akin to a tornado, opening gashes upon skin from the differential. In an outward explosion, the wave kicked out, cutting at the giants alike. Pushing them back, that would be assured, but the desired affect was to send their mindless bodies to the abyss of the underworld forever.

Smoke rising from the palm in expression, he stepped back and looked upwards at the display of power. The ghostly form of this nemesis, the pawn that had crossed the board to bring King back from the dead, his brown eyes fell back upon the acolyte. With a lifted saber and with the ritual nearly complete, at least for this portion, he gave no time for rest as he charged the shirtless figure in the first display of aggression that he would have known thus far. The large sword was unwieldy and Gabe could feel the power flowing from it, he made special concessions to dodge its sting. He would strike out with the speed of his profession, flash and fan of the blade descending upon the man.

Makashi his chosen form, especially against an unarmored figure, he would employ Trakata to distract the opponent and his weighted weapon. A snap hiss ignition followed by a snap hiss extinguished blade, he would pursue this opponent with a new found cause. That while the ritual may be near the end, he might prevent the final incantations. Or else, all might be lost for the advances he made upon the mountain of Dromund Kaas.

 

[Joy]

Objective: 1
Location: B
Allies: [member="Damian Starchaser"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Enemies: [member="Fortuna"] (primary) | [member="Lord Sebastian"] | [member="Darth Erebos"]

Rather than reply, the woman flung her spear at him with a gesture. Abel uttered a cry of astonishment, training saber whipping out in a two-handed motion. Clumsily, he smacked the spear aside. He grit his teeth at the impact and pushed, desperate to stop the spear head from reaching his flesh. With a grunt of effort, he succeeded and the lance skimmed past, whirring off somewhere behind him.

Tired, burnt and cut all over, Abel really did not want to fight. But that's what Mr. Voidstalker was doing. Mr. Starchaser too. It was time he found some courage and fought back. Showed these Sith the measure of his worth, even a lowly padawan like himself.

Frowning, unsure of what to do next, he took a step forward and smacked at her face with the training saber. It wouldn't kill her, but hopefully it would hurt enough to make her stop.

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Obj 1
Location: K
Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
Enemies: [member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="Lord Mythos"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"]

The blinding white light that had erupted throughout the Sith Prison room subsided gradually. Where the overbearing presence of light had existed, darkness quickly returned. However, this was darkness without the deathly silent ebb and flow of the dark side itself. Creatures and objects alike left secured in the room had reacted in various violent methods...had they been unsecured, it might have been a problem for both Jedi.

Now, however, an air of tranquility existed amidst the Force within that specific room. Rest assured, the act of cleansing merely one room in the facility was tantamount to placed a band-aid over a massive arterial hemorrhage. Silently, glacier-blue eyes regarded his associate, knowing nothing really of her past and caring little about her future. It was only the actions of any given individual in the moment that he judged. Matter of fact, he didn't even know her name...so...

Wordlessly, Marcello redirected his gaze to the corridor that would lead him to his next objective, room H...yet another prison room according to intelligence. His senses registered several things as the Naboo native began to make his progress to the next room. The microscopic presence of Lord Ajihad crawling around in vents above adjacent rooms was not among them. The One Sith's presence in the bunker had grown quite considerably in a rather short amount of time nonetheless.

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

Objective: 1

Location: Just entering B
Enemies: [member="Abelain Narv'uk"], [member="Jardo Snow"], [member="Lord Mythos"], [member="Darth Kentarch"], [member="Darth Rapax"], [member="Fortuna"], [member="Lord Sebastian"] [member="Nomkneer"]
Allies: [member="Damian Starchaser"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Abel"], [member="Kaileann Vera"]

The rumbling continued, the aftershocks of the explosives, and as the rubble stilled, Mara ran in.

Section B was a massive karking mess. Lightsabres, Force disturbances, emotions running high. She sensed familiar minds on both sides. Her focus settled on Voidstalker and the Echani fighting him with illusions and rolls and suchlike things.

Mara wasn't much for complexity. She raised her off hand, squinted, and made a fist. A Force choke attempted to close around the neck of [member="Lord Sebastian"]. A simple, straightforward move, unlikely to put him down -- but more than enough to obstruct his fancy movements and give [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] an opening. The virtue of its simplicity let her keep a decent degree of situational awareness here in the battered, crowded bunker. Her spear took on a faint glow in her hand, a Force-imbued blade and haft taking on its battle-focus limning.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qL3osHj-Myc​

Location: The Festering Cairn
Objective: Shatter the barrier between existences, and be reborn among the ashes of thy foe's ruin (Objective IV)
Allies:

• The One Sith
• [member="Soeht"]
• [member="Braxus Zambrano"]

Enemies:

• The Galactic Alliance
• The New Jedi Order
• [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]
• [member="Mira Rekali"]
• [member="Kail Myn"]

Gear:

• None ATM
• Soon™

For a moment there was nothing.

No grand declaration of triumph, no haunting laughter. There wasn't even a sound of slight movement within the sarcophagus, only the chittering darkness accompanied Braxus' grand spectacle. Then the pressure in the room began to rise, ears popping as a primal hum burned within the minds of all present almost threatening to overwhelm them. It drowned out all other sounds to such a degree that one could not even coalesce one's own thoughts without the constant hum pummeling it into the background. All light was then sucked out of the tomb, the burning braziers snuffed out like candles as the flow of air redirected towards the now open sarcophagus.

And then finally there was sound. It started as a drip as if someone had left a sink's faucet on only to the slightest degree so that the water ran a drop at a time, gnawing at the frayed edges of one's mind with its meticulous rhythm. Then there were two drips, then four, then eight, then a drizzle despite the fact that no liquid of any kind stained the skin of all those present. A great sloshing now drew their senses to the pit that held the sarcophagus, to the true source of the watery sounds that plagued their ears. Even in the pitch dark gloom one could see the outline of the construct with a dark red hue, and from within the coffin's innards bubbled forth blood until it began to spill over and fill the shallow ditch. A cacophony of sounds now accompanied the sloshing, like the sounds of braying demons scratching at the now oh so feeble walls of reality as time and space itself fluxed wildly at this atrocity against nature.

And from that inky abyss emerged a figure, the crown of his head breaching the dark liquid slowly as the rest of him emerged. A mane of black hair, now stained crimson, was plastered to his skull and clung to his gore covered visage. He wore no armor, he wore nothing. Only the curves of a masculine form honed to physical perfection by decades of training and combat could be seen. Even as the chamber's structural integrity faltered the figure seemed to pay it no heed, for his eyes were fixated on the figure of a man fighting against towering monstrosities. A man who had sent him to that dreaded abyss, and a man who owned something of his that he would very much like to repossess.

He took a step forward out of the sludge, blood splattering onto the ground as it slid from his body en masse. His eyes still never wavered even as he mentally acknowledged the figure next to him, offering him power at this crucial crux in time. He opened his mouth and exhaled air for the first time with a discharge of blood that had trickled into his nose and mouth, and his first words followed suit shortly after:

"Let us begin."​

 

[Writer]

Location: The Festering Cairn

Objective: Fight On!

Allies: Galactic Alliance | The Light | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Kail Myn"]

Enemies: The One Sith | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Soeht"]

Gear: Vanguard Armor (Damaged) | The Destiny | The Prophecy

https://youtu.be/uPFwKdVe3J8​

Failure.

It was the only thought that could come to mind as the presence of Vornskr rippled through her mind and broke her concentration through the Force. Her garnet colored eyes would snap open to stare upon the bare form of Kaine – blinking rapidly and then suddenly, pain? Mira stumbled forward as the burning sensation of a foreign object penetrated her flesh, it seared through her left side and up into her shoulder blade. She grit her teeth and attempted to reach behind her with her left arm, a sharp feeling tearing through her core, causing her knees to buckle. Her left arm fell limp to her side as paresthesia took hold throughout her arm. Her right arm would reach behind her frantically, the warm crimson ichor flowing from the wound in her back.

Mira collapsed to a knee, heaving a breath as she looked up at the form of Soeht. The vexation for this mortal was very clear in her mind yet she stabled it, held it tight. Through the Force, the coils of darkness were lashing out from her essence. The shackles which held her back groaned against the onslaught of emotions. She brought her right hand before her, lifting a large boulder beside her and almost like she was throwing a pebble, she released it towards Soeht. He had caused her enough trouble for today and now she would return the favor.

She would expose that lovely face of his to the world - for a second time.

 

[Soeht]

Location: The Festering Carin
Allies: One Sith

For a moment, silence returned to the cavern as the ceremonial knife plunged into [member="Mira Rekali"]’s back. The sarcophagus remained still as [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] continued his assault on [member="Braxus Zambrano"].

But the sarcophagus sprang to life in an instant as the dark side of the Force did its work. Soeht watched the spectacle without uttering a word. He holstered the deactivated lightsaber hilt he was grasping with his right hand. He gave a glance toward Mira - heavy in breath.

Then, the form of [member="Darth Vornskr"] rose beside Soeht - dripping in blood and towering over the already tall Soeht by several inches.

Hearing the words he required, Soeht replied to Vornskr, “Let’s begin, o͘l̡d fr͞iend.”

Lifting up his left hand, a red ball of lightning formed in Soeht’s palm.

Suddenly though, a boulder whizzed through the air. Thrown by Mira’s will. Soeht lifted his right hand toward the rock. He attempted to exert a telekinetic force on it.

A pop tore through the air as the boulder still collided against Soeht’s head.

While its momentum was reduced, Soeht’s helmet was torn off - once again by Mira’s actions. The helmet rolled away - mangled. The boulder flew off to the side. Soeht stumbled back for a moment. The ball of lightning in his hand grew chaotic. Several stray arcs licked the ground near him.

Once more, Soeht’s face was exposed. The wound he had received from Mira had healed into a scar. His eyes were still obsidian orbs with crimson pupils. Blood dripped from his right temple - where he was struck.

“Ş̴̢̕ǫ͏̶̀͞ ̨̕͠b̶͘͢͡e̡̢ ̨̀͠í̢̀͞͡t̴͠!̛҉̨͢” bellowed Soeht.

A crack from his neck pierced the air as he righted his head.

Mira would surely be dealt with. Yet, Soeht had to set priorities.

Throwing his left arm forward, red lightning spewed forth from the tips of Soeht’s fingers toward [member="Darth Vornskr"]. Just as with Yinep and Malara, the touch of the lightning was not meant to damage the flesh. But, it was to penetrate it and infuse the Vornskr’s body with a portion of Soeht’s corrupted power.

Unlike Yinep and Malara though, Vornskr was expected to be strong enough to maintain his sense of self and properly harness what Soeht shared. Darth Vornskr would have been able to feel a surge of new power to wield much like what [member="Darth Voracitos"] must have felt years ago - when Darth Apparatus shared his power.

Just as Darth Apparatus was doing in this very moment.

 

[Kail Myn]

The Festering Cairn

Kail struck down the Acolyte with her training lightsaber, although it did not kill them, the blow had caused burn marks to form across their face.

Before the Sith was able to get up and reengage--assuming they could get up--Kail sprinted off deeper into the canyon, coming up upon the cairn. Her weapon remained tightly gripped in her left hand, whilst her right wrapped around her side. It seemed she bruised a rib during the crash landing, and hadn't realized until now; or perhaps exerting herself had caused further damage and she didn't realize.

Regardless, she was bleeding internally and the damage began to fatigue her.

Off in the distance she saw [member="Soeht"], [member="Mira Rekali"], and [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]; some figure had begun forming. She hadn't recognized that which was [member="Darth Vornskr"], but it was quite clear he too would be a threat. Although having never met her fellow members of the Alliance, it wasn't difficult to tell who the Sith were. They had always taken on particularly intimidating appearances.

She wondered why. Ancient Sith never did.

Once more her blade activated, the green glow of her lightsaber illuminated her face.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Objective: One
Location: L
Allies: One Sith | [member="Lord Mythos"]
Enemies: GA | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

The Silver Jedi's mental illusion didn't work, if the Sith's blade struck true he would felt the lightsaber go through her unprotected skull, and not here her jest to her husband. As soon she matched the Sith Lord's lightsaber, Kentarch stepped back. Only amateurs locked blades, and his sudden reset in position made Coci's fist fall short of her target. It was obvious her mind was well shielded from his fear based attacks. But there was something behind that shield she had created, something dark.

"I don't need to escape. You'll never take this facility from us." Kentarch spoke without hesitation. "You can try and hide behind mental illusions, but I sense the darkness inside you girl."
He let go of his lightsaber with his left hand and reached out towards Coci. His fingers made subtle movements, his focus on the Jedi in front of him. Through the force he attempted to summoned the evil inside her. "Do you even know the depths of your power? Do your children know their mother is a monster?" He pushed mentally into the force again as he spoke. Kentarch knew and understood the barriers that Jedi created. This time however he would try and break through completely with another mental attack.

Whether it would incapacitate her or unleash a more powerful dark side being Kentarch cared little of the consequences.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: One
Location: K
Allies: [member="Marcello Matteo"]
Enemies: [member="Lord Ajihad"]

Gear: Lightsaber Second Lightsaber Third Lightsaber Robes

Taeli recognized the use of Force Light, and while it had cleansed this one room ... that wasn't saying much in a place that was literally used to birth spawn of the dark side and warp and twist the very nature of beings. Still, it was nice breath of fresh air in this section of the facility at least. The Force was writhing in another section of the facility, evidence of a large fight.

Using Force Sight again, she could see a great many dark and light presence fighting it out not too far away. Lovely, more Sith had finally arrived. Still, it seemed the fight was attracting more attention from both sides. Well, it would certainly give them plenty of time to go about their leisure and cleanse the place. Following behind the stoically silent Jedi, she started to gather the Force to her, letting it wash through her and circling it back on itself to be gathered in her person.

Still, best to be safe, she kept on guard. Sith assassins were probably about, and knowing Ferus like she had, he would have taught them how to cloak their presence in the Force using Art of the Small. To that end, she would keep her senses attuned for the thing Art of the Small couldn't hide, like the echoes and ripples of movement in the currents of the Force.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Braxus Zambrano
The Herald of Darth Vornskr

Location: The Festering Cairn

Objective: Unleash Darkness upon all the world.
Allies:
One Sith
[member="Darth Vornskr"]
[member="Soeht"]

Enemies:
[member="Gabriel Sionoma"]
[member="Mira Rekali"]
[member="Kail Myn"]

Gear: Braxus's Lightsaber, Cortosis Gauntlets,

The Age of Darkness has begun. Even now while the entire chamber held its breath Braxus let out a torrent of wicked laughter, Darth Vornskr was here. Braxus drove Derriphan into the earth right in front of the Sarcophagus as Kaine began to rise, his time holding the sacred weapon was over and it didn't belong to him, it belonged to the warrior of a figure standing before him. Kaine's body was a tall, muscular and intimidating Epicanthix, with the appearance of a battle hardened soldier.

Braxus stood up from his kneeling position and moved over to Vornskr's side, taking a position slightly behind him as his master stood over the blade Derriphan in front of him. It was then that Braxus realized the true reality of the situation and the exhaustion hit him. First it slammed his mind like a raging rancor crashing through the woods, and then it spread down his body, laboring his breathing. But now his master was here and he wouldn't dare show weakness in his physical presence. The Apprentice stood alongside the man, his scarred, muscular chest toned for war just like his masters. But there was an exception on Braxus, a wicked tattoo like marking right in the center of his chest, the tattoo markings went down his legs and up his arms. It wouldn't mean anything to those not intricately knowledgeable about Vornskr himself, but it was the Sith Lords personal marking.