If
Darth Solipsis
had prevented the throne room being taken, he had only prevented it from being taken by weakling Jedi.
The Amalgam wasn't a Jedi.
The Sith Spawn called on sheer hatred to survive the vacuum of the throne room as she cut open an entry, nearly getting sucked out into space as her flesh shuddered and warped, frost forming on flesh as she hanged on with some scaffolding.
She had to find something to seal up the massive vacuum with. But it was getting colder...
The Amalgam had missed the party, evidently. Just as well. The duel between Solipsis and
Cedric Grayson
, a duel between
family would have had a distinctly uncomfortable ring to it where she was concerned.
The Sith Spawn struggled through the vacuum, going over to emergency panelling which she cut open. A place like this had redundancies for these situations.
After a few moments of what amounted to a hacking minigame, (A, X, Clockwise, Counterclockwise, Y, Y, X) an emergency forcefield went active, restoring the environment.
The frost ridden thing shuddered, armor damaged due to vacuum exposure, none of the electronics were working on it. Her flesh still shuddered as she channeled the Darkness to keep going. But she could feel it. The powerful reactor to the whole station was in the vicinity.
She was with interrupted by an explosion. The melting, bubbling Sith Spawn grinned as a cadre of Maw Knight's and genuine Sith stormed the throne room.
Both purple blades activated as she charged, deflecting blaster fire, but not the slugs or sonics that hit her body, tearing tissue open and leaking out white blood and muscle as she closed the distance, hacking violently into them even as one of the Sith violently broke her neck with The Force, but the abomination didn't stop, could not stop. Not with so many evil minds empowering her. Her blades slashed chaotically and rapidly, but not so much that the beast paid no mind to defense: After all, she would be useless if her limbs got severed.
Plus, all of Csilla was at stake. Uri was fighting on the Surface, and The Amalgam found it an irresistible opportunity to actually, truly be a Mother in some small way by preventing it from firing.
Even the Darth Phyre hiding inside The Amalgam had taken a liking to Uri Udinia enough to want to save her.
As she severed two heads at the same time, The Amalgam began tearing into the life force around her, drawing it into her body from the weakest Sith as she got him in a death grip, using him as a shield at the same time as her broken neck healed along with some of her most serious wounds, the remaining frost flaking off a bubbling face, exploiting the weakness in The Maw Knight's armor and targeting the power source and n their armor as she flipped and twirled around and over her enemies, brutally stabbing through hearts and limbs as she fought, seeking to inflict maximal agony, even as she killed.
The fighting dragged on for the next few seconds until only one was left, a single Maw Knyght she had saved for last.
He was too weak to resist of course, his life force tore from his body, his soul devoured by the colony of twisted psychopaths inside of her.
Her wounds healed fully, she cut the effect of the Dark Preservation.
The Amalgam looked for anything she could use to aid her and immediately went over to a small terminal giving station readouts.
At last, the generator was located. She immediately sent the location to Xiphos, via comlink directions.
Don't say I never did you any favors. she semi-taunted telepathically, prepared to head down there herself.
But how to get down there quickly?
The Amalgam went to a service catwalk, spotting a huge reactor shaft.
"If only there was a Vader to yeet me down there..." She said trollishly.
No sense in not leaving a party favor.
The Amalgam cut open her palm, busily writing runes in white blood. A most terrible spell. A most terrible curse. She wrote it on as many walks as she could reach, a highly, HIGHLY blood spell enhanced version of one of her most lethal spells.
Red lightning crackled from the runes as The Amalgam leaped into the shaft, using her saber to grind the way down, using applied Force Acrobatics to make her way down the massive, seemingly endless shaft that led to the main reactor, alternating between force jumps and blade grinding to traverse the massive shafts.
The spell in the throne room would began to have deleterious effects on staff personell.
It was a version of the ritual she had used to bust Kay Arenais out of prison. It summoned constructs of the Brain Demon from the shadows throughout the station in scattered amounts, easy enough to destroy with blaster bolts.
But the emaciated, faceless Togrutan like creature with purple skin that manifested in small squads from natural shadows throughout the station, particular ly in engineering sections, was fast, her long, sharp claws deadly as copies of her sprang from the shadows throughout all the decks, in scattered, limited amounts, most manifesting in the throne room to start rushing out.
It wouldn't last long, maybe fifteen minutes, but with the focus being to attack all personnel in the engineering sections, the perverted dark spell rushing through the whole of the Mercy station, slaughters were already occuring, feeding off the faint echo of Solipsis's mere former presence, the rest the sheer dark power in The Amalgam's blood...
