Screaming. That was the first thing to come from the small cultist settlement. The screaming of almost hundreds of people, trying to escape something. The pillars of smoke was the second thing to arise from that place, buried deep within a set of caverns and hill sized mountains, covered in thick layers of sand and dust. Footsteps of tens of people shook the ground as they tried to flee their once base and home. The small ships had started to try and take off, giving a quick escape to any who would board their ramps. A group of them tried to fight the threat of unrelenting rage and power. Whilst most had been unprepared for this, some had been slightly force sensitive, allowing them to feel the wash of darkness that had come to their settlement.
"Charge!" called a human man, holding a metal spear like weapon in hand, the others beside him using similar weapons or blasters of minuscule size. Their target walked through the flames around her,
the black void of a helmet reflecting their feigned brave faces. At once, a group ran at the woman, spears ready to stab or slash at
her armoured form. With a simple wave of her left hand, their weapons had left their own. Now disarmed, the blaster wielders at the back began to fire. Bolts cascaded overhead as those closest were choked and thrown by an invisible force. Black and blue lightning streaked across the air to let loose unbelievable pain to all in her path. The crimson blade, pulsing with vibrant and unstable energy as the blade itself gave off a a flame like core at its emitter. With a swipe, multiple fell before the enraged Sith.
"Where are they, you worthless scum!" demanded the Sith, her hand choking a man. With no response but his strangled breath, she pulled him in and impaled his body on her saber, casting him aside after his life had faded. With tens of people still either running or attempting to hold her off, Malka extinguished her saber, and raised her hands. The helmet she wore began to once again amplify her connection to the Dark Side, giving her an overflow of power. With two outstretched hands, she cast the almost black Force lightning, each arc of destruction reaching a person before arcing along to another. A web of lightning was all that remained for a few seconds before they all fell, their own lives extinguished in that moment.
As a ship nearby started to rise, Malka was alerted to it as she cut another down and then reached out with her hand. The ship began to stall as her grip on it forced it to stay. The small jets of thrusters began to fail, the body of the small shuttle slowly being pulled to the ground.
"you shall not escape," Malka forced through to the ship via her commlink built into her armour. With a swift ignition of her saber, she tossed the blade at the ship, directly hitting a small deposit of fuel against the partly open hanger doors. The grip on the ship turned into a swift arc of lightning, black as night, striking like a match on the fuel. The thirty or so people inside barely had time to react before their ship exploded. The wreckage falling fifty feet to the ground. Fire had started to consume the site of the small cultist village, many other ships had began to flee to other settlements across the planet aiming to escape Malka.
Her breathing came distorted through the helmet as she caught her saber, and belted its inactive state. She hadn't even had to use its alternate parts for this venture.
Alina Tremiru
Malka Kaivalya
