Dominion Crucifixion | Dominion of Generis | NIO

[Raijan Sol]

BYOO
Cromwell

A blank look captured Raijan's features, watching as he set about to firing his non-lethal carbine. Arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back on the bike, he watched bodies collapse, incapacitated on the ground. Still the ritual went on, the chantings got louder, and still, Raijan watched on. As he'd move on to new targets, fallen bodies would rise again, bewildered and confused before being caught back up in the midst of their ritual.

The range and the weaker state of fire made it easier to resist unconsciousness. Barely a minute, and no matter how much he lined up the perfect shot, it was only a matter of seconds before the Sith would rise up again.

Glancing to the chronometer on his wrist, he saw the time continuing to tick down. "Time to wrap this up," he said, eyeing a single story structure nearby. The mystical energies of the Force swirled around it, firing up into the sky. It was not as powerful as he expected it to be, perhaps the reason why he had not initially sensed it. Nose twitching, he raised up, shooting a glance to find Varian before he took off on foot, propelled by the Force to the building.

There's more than just the Force at play here.

 

[Cromwell]

BYOO | Raijan Sol​

Reanimation is at play.

Avenger concluded, reached for a force breaking round, and loaded it into his wrist launcher.

Huh?

His eyes skidded away at the dashing form of his unexpected partner. He hurried towards the half-ruined structure nearby like a hound after a blood trail. Something big had to be there - lightning had begun to flash frantically inside, but his helmet's readings indicated no energy readings. Varian fired the force breaking round at the center of the ritual and left after Raijan. A dozen feet away from the entrance, the door blew open and cataclysm was unleashed.

The rooftop exploded into pieces, carried by a beam of pure darkness channeled at the sky above. A wild vortex - like an unending series of concussion waves - ripped apart the walls and threatened to pick both Imperials into the maelstrom. In the eye of the storm stood a man with glasses and a cloaked figure flailing wildly with her hands. Between the two figures, an alien machinery groaned loudly surrounded by runes carved on the concrete floor.

Above, the black maw grew twice in size.

"We need to punch our way through!" yelled out Varian, one hand guarding instinctively his head.

 

[Raijan Sol]

BYOO
Cromwell

There was a split second of pure silence, the cacophony of dread and violence as the world tore apart around him abruptly came to a halt. There was peace, surprisingly. Yet it remained dark, the barren, once green hellish landscape that was being wrenched into the sky was now dormant. And then, as he felt Varian's attention drawn to him, the world exploded.

Dirt and rock flew up into the air in larger chunks, in the distance, forms that he could only discern were lifeless corpses flew up into the sky like ragdolls. His hair whipped back and forth into his features, barely allowing him line of sight on the crazed being ahead of him.

The beam that shot up into the air had grown more intense.

Behind the scientist, a dark figure emerged from the crumbling building. In their hand, a singular blade that burst to life with the crimson hue of the Sith. Had he not been familiar with the way the Dark Side corrupted Force users, Raijan would've been surprised to see the fiercely glowing crimson orbs from such a distance. Scrambling to his feet, it was all he could do to ensure he remained planted on the ground.

"You need to." Raijan cried out over the wind. "Tuck and roll!" He called out to Varian. The man he recalled in that moment was an acrobat, he had seen as much in their initial greeting on Dantooine. With the raising of his left hand, the Force wrapped around the Imperial Spectre, and he shot the limb forwards, and over his shoulder the man flew, aimed as close to the building as can be while being mere feet off the ground.

The Sith he saw, was already on their way for Raijan. The lightsaber pike in his right hand clenched tightly as with the back of his mind, he continued to propel his partner to the objective.

 

[Cromwell]

BYOO | Raijan Sol
​

At first, the all too familiar grip of the Force enveloping him made him fight it until he realized it was Raijan's doing. The plan was clear - Raijan would hurl him at the machine and the scientist, while he kept the Sith busy. Avenger loosened his muscles and adjusted his balance midair as his partner hurled him forth like a spear. The large shadow would be the last thing the scientist saw before his world turned black; head colluding with the punch of an accelerated crushgaunt, the scientist fell limp beside the weapon.

Varian threw only a flash of a glance at Raijan's way before focusing on disabling the ancient machine. His integrated A.I working overtime to disassemble the pieces and provide Avenger with an understanding of its functionality. His feet threatened to depart the solid footing of the ground as the black hole above raged and expanded seeking to end all life. As the Sith fought Raijan, the spectre fiddled with the machine, trying to find a way to stop it. Its alien infrastructure was slowly being deciphered by the A.I. Gibberish readings turned to Basic as if the machine's manual was being translated in real time.

He gasped and his head snapped back to Raijan.

"The Sith - she's the key!!" Varian roared through the maelstrom, "It's using her life force to power the black hole!"

 

[Cathryn Stellaris]

G E N E R I S

OBJECTIVE I | THE END OF TIME
FOCUS | IMPERIAL KNIGHTS, SPECIAL FORCES, AGENTS
ZONE OF OPERATION | RAKATAN TEMPLE
OPPOSING | SITH SORCERERS & SITH ENGINEERS

Relevant Chars: [IMG alt="Chelenne Akaris"]https://www.starwarsrp.net/data/avatars/s/24/24388.jpg?1623372329[/IMG] Chelenne Akaris [IMG alt="Chelenne Akaris"]https://www.starwarsrp.net/data/avatars/s/24/24388.jpg?1623372329[/IMG] Chelenne Akaris [IMG alt="Djonas Val"]https://www.starwarsrp.net/data/avatars/s/23/23557.jpg?1624589480[/IMG] Djonas Val [IMG alt="Djonas Val"]https://www.starwarsrp.net/data/avatars/s/23/23557.jpg?1624589480[/IMG] Djonas Val [IMG alt="Saaveina"]https://www.starwarsrp.net/data/avatars/s/23/23096.jpg?1619536638[/IMG] Saaveina [IMG alt="Saaveina"]https://www.starwarsrp.net/data/avatars/s/23/23096.jpg?1619536638[/IMG] Saaveina [IMG alt="Xeykard"]https://www.starwarsrp.net/data/avatars/s/21/21675.jpg?1607843963[/IMG] Xeykard [IMG alt="Xeykard"]https://www.starwarsrp.net/data/avatars/s/21/21675.jpg?1607843963[/IMG] Xeykard [IMG alt="Urzonith"]https://www.starwarsrp.net/data/avatars/s/24/24673.jpg?1624732609[/IMG] Urzonith [IMG alt="Urzonith"]https://www.starwarsrp.net/data/avatars/s/24/24673.jpg?1624732609[/IMG] Urzonith​

ISF EMBER TEAM
SEARCH AND EXECUTE
ASSAULTING MAIN STRUCTURE | SOUTH SIDE

Ember team flowed through the door of the temple into a downward ramp. The air was thick with dust. Her helmet could pick up thermal signatures deeper down into the tunnel. The cold blue of the sand stone blocked out all else. She blinked into her HUD shifting to IR, then took a step towards the wall. 24 and 23vpulled rear security with 22 aiming long and her short. As a unit they flowed down the hall, foot falls echoing off the walls.

"We've lost the element of surprise already, stack at the next breach then we take it by speed."

They busted through a rotted door. She hooked left, and squeezed the trigger. Two red hot plasma rounds impacted the chest of a surprised cultist, sending him to the deck. 24 took a round in his chest and 23 shoved him aside, stepping in front of him to pepper the killzone. They were in cross coverage with diagonal fields of fire now and mowed down the remainder of the cultists guarding the room.

"24 hit!"

"Can you do self aid?"

"I...think so..." 24 replied, unclipping his breast plate a peeling it back.

"No penetration. It'll just bruise. 23, 22 guard the doors."

She glanced around, taking the measure of the chamber. In the center a gemstone of emerald glowed in a garish ruby hue. It was unnatural and she felt her self fixating on it. IT drew her in. She felt her feet leave the floor sand then her mind float free of her body, The room was awash with an emerald mist. Sher had to go towards the stone... needed to be one with the stone....

She reached out.

"HEY!"

22 smacked her hand down and shoved into the wall.

She felt her soul snap back into her body with a lurch.

"The feth are you doing?"

"I..... "

"Shabla, the stone. It's some kind of artifact."

"You think it could be powering another part of the black hole?"

"Not sure. Don't look at it," she replied.

" Pass out demo and rig the structure. I'll handle the stone."

"Copy, moving."

Being the grunt she was she tried the most obvious approach first, and lifted her TL-50. two shots ripped forth from the muzzle and then warped around the stone vanishing.

"Chit, we're gonna have to try and remove it."

"I got it," 24 replied, moving forward in front of her.

"Here take my side of the room."

He opened his bag and reached down, drawing a combat knife from his belt. The blade wedged between the stone and the blocks that held it. Ember 24 wrenched it free and then grunted, quickly stowing in his satchel as if it was a hot potato.

"Charges are set, we leaving?"

"Not yet, we need to clear these two halls. Could be other items to recover for the Imperial Knights to examine. On me."

Ember fell in behind the now frazzled leader, and flowed left, down another hall....

 

[Raijan Sol]

BYOO
Cromwell

As he threw Varian the Sith closed in on him, his guiding hold on the Spectre vanishing as he raised his own weapon. The Force enhanced both their speeds, and he was forced to lurch back to avoid the slash that would've ultimately cleaved him in two. The shaft of the deactivated pike bursting to life as the sapphire blade leapt out to catch the saber in the next sweeping strike. Shoving the blades down and away from the Sith's body, his foot flying up to kick them directly in the chest and send them flying backwards.

In the midst of the chaos, he gained himself a moment of respite. Over the sound of it all, he could barely make out the words that his handler cried out.

Whatever he said, he was certain it was something to do with a perversion of either the tech, or the Dark Side. It was up to Varian to determine that.

The Sith was upon him again, the crimson beam slashing down. Raijan lurched forwards, blue beam flying upwards to meet the Sith crashing down, their blades swiping past each other as he stared ahead at the structure and Spectre Dyre, allowing the Sith to stumble past him as he felt a stinging across his chest, the turbulence of wind ripping up dirt and rocks lashing out against the open wound that had been opened by the ritual-bound Sith.

Behind him, the Sith collapsed, the scorching passage of the sapphire hued plasma blade outlined through the Sith's multilayered cloak.

 

[Cromwell]

BYOO | Raijan Sol
​

Varian looked up as the deadly rumblings of the channeled energy ceased. The death of the Sith sorcerer heralded the end of the apocalypse. Floating objects—be it corpses, trees and buildings—halted in their inevitable lift upwards and suddenly began to rain back down as the singularity in the sky abated.

Clear skies emerged from beneath the black veil in which they had been enveloped and sunrays of hope illuminated the torn, blood-soaked surface of Generis.

Crisis had been averted.

For now.