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[Darth Carnifex]

The Dark Lord of the Kainate merely looked upon them and smiled, the soft curling of the lips as the faintest glimmer of bared teeth could be seen peeking out from between. He steepled His fingers, leaning back in His seat as He listened to the impassioned words which flowed to eloquently from those put to trial. Their angers were rightly roused, for this sudden appearance by their most despised of foes had indeed been a shock and a surprise. They believed that the Emperor, Darth Empyrean, would have come to oversee their sentencing, but that had obviously not transpired. What secret machinations were at work here would be entirely unknown to them, but it was obvious some new dynamic existed among the Sith leaders.

"Very well spoken." He leaned forward ever so slightly, a faint hunching of the shoulders. "Enterprising young Sith, driven by ambition, faith, and bound oath. Admirable qualities, all. For it is how we were taught by our forebearers, and they by theirs. It is our way to seek power through any avenue, to pursue it with all our skill and wit." The smile widened ever so slightly, almost imperceivable, but enough that the most observant would see. "You stand accused of treason against the Sith Order, young Sith. Ever have you conspired to undermine it's institutions in the shadows, conspiring with the arch-heathen Darth Ophidia to erode the foundations of our nascent empire before it could bloom."

His eyes settled on Alisteri now, the subject of His withering gaze. "Betrayal of the Order came first, second came the betrayal of your master. Through deception you brought about her downfall and death. Such infidelity of allegiance cannot be ignored. It is the opinion of this chair that all of the Tsis'kaar be brought before the hallowed temple of our ancestors, and their blood spilled in recompense." Death, in other words. But the Dark Lord did not outright proclaim it, for that vicious smile that only grew hid within further declarations. But He stayed His tongue, watching the three below with eager anticipation as to how they would react.

Darth Strosius | Darth Fury | Alina Tremiru
Darth Malum of House Marr | Khamesi Aivar ​

 

[Dresden]

Objective: III
Equipment: As seen in bio
Tags: Diodoros | Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax

He would need to act against his own caution. This being was powerful, far beyond anything Dresden had encountered in his travels - an unnatural, twisted form crafted by the hands of Sith. Some part of him recoiled internally, perhaps the dregs of his own humanity pushed back against what he had already placed distance between.

Yet he chased it now, compelled to grasp the metaphorical curtain and pull back. What would he find? Salvation? Or regret?

Remaining wordless yet observing as the brute hurled his weapon towards the winged woman, Dresden shifted into action and began a dead charge, lowering himself slightly before leaping into the air. With all his might, though lacking compared to either of his opponents, the armored young man attempted to skewer the creature at a downward angle as he came crashing down.

He didn't have many tricks up his sleeve, but he would make do with what knowledge he possessed.

For all the years of suffering, for every scar upon his skin, he would make them all count for something. They would know his name one day.

They would feel the bite of his scorn.

 

[Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax]

Spoiler: Equipment

Outfit: Training Clothes, Dark Valkyrie Armor, Blood infused Liquid Laminanium Bracelets
Weapons: Svikin Hjörtu, Ancient Lightsaber, Old Lightsaber

Tags: Dresden | Diodoros
Objective: 3


Watching the purple blade slice through her competitors arm brought a delightful and slightly perverse smile. Though how the person reacted, it seemed like a normal thing that had perhaps happened in the past. It was only a guess and was indeed curious about the answer. Another thing she noticed was the changing skin tone. One that was a more befitting shade. Feeling the anger and that Biochemical reaction it was also a guess that his emotional state was open for even those without the force to read. How amusing the specimen was, even as it screamed sweet sounds of frustration. "My you speak of such bravado, yet ignorant to the disadvantage," her hands gestured directing her sabers to return. "I do like them confident. You lot are the blindest bunch."

As Diodoros spat his threats, Teresa kept her focus on the eb and flow of both opponents. The small one's movements shifted his eyes looked at the opportunity to finally strike. They where both enemy and tools to be used and discarded. Almost like a race between Dresden, her sabers and the glaive; her sabers ran side by side with the glaive the fastest, her hand held out extended focusing on just slowing the blade, her eyes hungry with the anticipation. The two lightsabers did stop before her, however the glaive continued, impacting with the woman's left shoulder.

It did not dig deep before finding bone hard as durasteel. Still the force alone jerked her back some, yet the pain felt so delectable. A sensation that was unlike others, Teresa could not help but enjoy it. Clipping the sabers in her right and left hand to her belt and even the ones floating accompanied the others. There was no hesitation in her movements as the giants left hand quickly raised up to the pole, wrapping one finger around at a time. Given the other made his move finally She wanted herself the moment to savour the this feeling.

Pulling the glaive out leaving a splattering of crimson to soak into the sand. Her eyes wrapped in black watched the rest drip from the tip casing porcelain white cheeks to turn flush pink. She began to giggle as liquid metal moved along her arm under the armor till reaching the wound. Thinning out into threads that delved under the skin over and over, crisscrossing, pulling tight for the wound to be closed as if it had been stitched.

By the time that was done her expression switched like a switch. Focusing that pain into the flurry of chaotic emotion she spun the weapon in her hand and snapped her gaze onto the small one. "Hey there!" She said with a manic grin of soft black lips. There was no need to complicate it as the air was her territory and this one decided to leap.

Teresa began to beat hard with her wings sending a torrent of sand as she jumped to the target. Using the reach of the Diodora's ultrachrome weapon, She looked natural in the air as she charged up at an angle to remain out of the full reach of the one who could not move so freely mid air. Still the attack managed to run down the chest of the armor though it was clear it was made to withstand. Though she did not want the target gone sone easily and rather glad it attacked her. Had she been here a long time ago, the wonderful gesture would have made her feel a true threat, special. Now she already knew that, Carnifex trained her for years, fixed her body and did not stop till it was improved to His ideal of perfection was achieved. It'd be a waste to not flaunt it and play. Rather than using the sharpness, the weapon swatted down and sideways aiming for the legs. It was an intention and desire to make the silly human spin funnily as it fell.

Once reaching a nice height the Blackened Valkyrie began to hover as she held onto the opponent's weapon and cast her gaze down. Something about the pose seemed divine, and the shadow she cast was indeed large. Yet more was going on as she began to consolidate power in the palm of her hand.

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