Dominion Heart of Darkness- Republic Dominion of Byss

[Hoid Hallafax]

Darth Xul​

Sith Acolytes...
They sensed the danger before they saw it. A man in battle armor lobbed grenades into the center of the room. They were surprised to be sure, but hesitation meant death. They reached out with the Force and lobbed the grenades back at their thrower. The flash of the explosion was great but the concentration of their mistress could not be disturbed! For Darth Xul!



The Dark Tide was rising, almost to a fever pitch. It was as if the Force was screaming as the cadre of Sith bent the remaining Kyber to their collective will. It was time...Time to connect herself to the Kyber and solidify her control of this Heart. A wide smile etched its way across her face and her lekku twitched in excitement. Stepping forward towards the edge of the pit she reached out her hands and with the Force, lifting the large chunks and small fragments of Kyber. Her eyes closed and her mind entirely focused on the task at hand she left her acolytes to deal with any disturbances...As the Dark Side infected the Kyber and she bent them all to her will alone she felt something wrong. A tingle in the back of her neck.

And then she heard it.

Her eyes snapped open, her mouth wide with terror as she realized what was happening. They had been fools to try to contain this power in a shattered Kyber. They were fools to try this at all! Vestiges of the ancient Sith Lord still resided in these scattered shadows of Byss and they had been foolish enough to try to bring them all together? Her black Sith tattoos began to glow a brilliant white and she let lose a piercing scream as the energy built up in the now pitch black Kyber exploded outward, sending a shockwave that sent the acolytes flying from their positions. The explosion was followed by a black cloud that blanketed the entire citadel in darkness. Beings sensitive in the Force would hear the final screams of all those who died on Byss as well as the maniacal cackle of the Sith Lord that had once called this place home. When the darkness subsided all of the true Sith that had been in the chamber save Darth Xul were nothing but robes and armor on the floor.

The Lethan Twi'lek Sith Lord had been lost. All that remained now was a babbling madwoman as she clawed at the ground. Her eyes had become solid black and crystalline. Down below the hundreds of civilians that had been taken slowly began to stir. Some unfortunately had passed on from the ritual, but the majority of those captured were living. It seems that the Dark Side had chosen a more worthy sacrifice, taking the lives of all of the Sith instead.

The hopes and dreams of the Frozen Hand...were gone.

The Frozen Hand...Was finished.

Syn Bright
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His smirk shifted into a tight line as the amusement left his eyes. This Jedi was boring. She said nothing and was so...Single minded in her wish to defeat him, letting none of his words distract her. The soldier ran past them, but he wasn't worried about him. What would a single soldier do against a horde of Sith? A tingle ran up his spine as his danger sense began going haywire.

"What?"

The Ion grenade went off and sent Syn into a fit of shacking as electricity ran across his body and prosthetic. He screamed and fell to the mushy earth just as the shadow exploded from the Citadel and covered the marsh in black. All around the Jedi screams of the Sith could be heard as their spirits were drawn back into the Citadel. As the shadow subsided Syn was left behind, still in unconscious in the muck. Maybe there was still light in the young Dark Jedi...

Lord Nox
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The Directorate incursion had failed. Spectacularly. As expected his Knights of Nox had beaten back the boarding parties, but the war on the ground had gone South. They'd lost all communication with the Sith, most of his fleet had been destroyed, and his ship was disabled. He roared and slammed his metal fists into the console, reducing it to scrap and sparks. When an aide got too close to his rage he snapped out and grabbed them by the throat and began smashing them into the console as well. It wouldn't be long until Republic had boarded their ship. He was getting reports of various Sith officers having vanished entirely from their ships as well and he wondered what in the Force was going on. One thing was certain though...

He had lost everything.

 

[The Monster]

Sergei watched the grenades fly through the air, sailing to their intended targets when suddenly several of the saber wielding cultists turned and with an outstretched hands returned the grenades back at him. He cursed loudly as he dove back into cover and the fragmentation grenades with a blinding flashbang detonated mere feet from where he was. And heavy armor or not that would have shredded him. And then he heard a shriek followed by, well the shockwave from a massive blast without the over pressure, extend through the temple and beyond. He braces for the pain of blast injuries but they never came, and Sergei looked at himself and couldn't help but wonder.

What in the blazes just happened?

He immediately remembered his situation though and grabbed his rifle as he prepared for the cultists to rush him in the hallway. Except he heard no boot falls, no laser swords, nothing. Except for a woman crying. He turned the corner and saw the scene before him, and words escaped him. He didn't know what to say, or more importantly, what happened. Had they won? Was it over? Judging by the female twiliek's demeanor it was, and they had, while just barely, won. Sergei sighed quietly to himself and immediately felt his rush of adrenaline leave his body. And he hurt, impossibly so as he'd taken a beating over the past couple of missions. But it was over. Sergei was about to walk over to the female but then, realized that was probably a bad idea. That and his comms weren't working inside the building. He immediately moved to the outside and saw his charge Alana Sunrider standing over Syn's now unconscious body. He strode forward quickly and spoke with an even and professional tone.

"I don't know how, but we won. There's multiple casualties and dead inside, and..... well there's a female in there, red skin with those tail things on her head," he raised his hand to steady her in case she tried to rush inside "Let's get some backup down here, as there's civilians as well. And if I had to wager a guess, she's probably been pacified,"

He looked down at the body of Syn and muttered under his breath as he slung his weapon over his shoulder and lifted him up to carry him.

"Like I told you. The fly's name, is Sergei Jachovich, and you will learn to respect that, sir," he whispered mainly to himself.

He looked back at the Jedi as he hoisted Republic Muse over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and spoke with a clear and professional tone.

"Where to ma'am? And you can call me Jack, most people that lived long enough to be my friends did. And I'd say we've both survived long enough for that,"

He stood there before her and awaited orders.