Jumpstarting YOUR Awakening (Sith vs. OS)

[Darth Ferus]

And now pity was replaced with annoyance. Once more the red gaze fell upon [member="Abyss"] as he limped his way over. Did he have no shame? First, he was so confident, then a coward trying to crawl away. And now, begging for a lesson? Lightning sparked down his arm, which the Lord didn't seem to notice. All it showed was how truly angry the Sith was. But, he had so much to prepare for. With a single nod to [member="Vaulkhar"] , he made his will be known.

"Put him out of his misery. I have no more time to spend playing with children." His back turned to both the Knight and the Acolyte, and he simply walked on, oblivious to the saber Abyss had taken.

 

[Vaulkhar]

As [member="Darth Ferus"] released a torrent of force lightning, Vaulkhar took his lightsaber in his left hand and raised his right. Lightning arced out of it as well, racing towards the limping form. He did not originally intend on killing @Abyss. He couldn't care less, he simply wanted to walk away now that things had ended; or so he thought. Instead, he moved towards the Master and Student asking for knowledge. But something felt amiss to Vaulkhar. It was almost comical and cliche how quickly things turned around for the Acolyte. At first he was ready to fight and die for the One Sith, something that would be considered an honorable and prideful death. Instead he now stood, begging Ferus for knowledge. It was too good to be true.

Vaulkhar continued to pour the lightning at the young Sith, even as his master spoke. Not surprised by the order whatsoever Vaulkhar couldn't help but frown. He came here to ensure his Master's safety, not slaughter an already weakened opponent. On top of that all, there was much work to be done and his Master already began to walk off, leaving him to face his foe alone.

"What a pain."

Vaulkhar strode forward, keeping the lightning streaming outward at Abyss as he brought his lightsaber up over his chest into a guarded position.

 

[Darth Abyss]

The second the blue lighting, a manifestation of pure dark side energy, was shoot at him, the lightsaber was pulled from his robe into his hand, the crimson red blade igniting to block the attack in the last second. Abyss was relieved that the lighting had been summoned by whoever the dark lords allie was and not by the [member="Darth Ferus"] himself as he already needed a great deal of his strength to keep the blue light from burning his body. He rose to his feet, the blade in the tight grab of his hands. Then he began to laugh once more, as dark and inhuman as before.

"Really "dark lord"? Not only mercy but arrogance? What is there to learn by a sith who has given in to his own weakness, a sith so blinded by his power to the point were he believes himself to be invincible? You not only betrayed the one sith Darth Ferus, you have betrayed the essence of our code. There is no place for the weak among the sith."

His eyes turned to the new attacker, [member="Vaulkhar"], while the acolyte continued his monolog. He knew all to well that words wouldn't save him from either of his enemies but if he could push them, play out there own minds against themselves, he had a far higher chance of success. Abyss never believed in his own superiority and therefore was forced to learn that knowing an enemies weakness was worth far more than your own strength.

 

[Vaulkhar]

"Ah, there it is."

Vaulkhar was in no way surprised by the sudden ignition of a lightsaber from beneath the Sith's robe. Nor was he surprised by the outcry and speech of this particular Acolyte. Call it a warrior's intuition or even common sense, lies and deceit are a common tool for the Sith to utilize. It was disgraceful in the eyes of the warrior who stood before [member="Abyss"] now, his own vermilion blade painting the nearby area in a glow the color of molten rock. He lowered his right hand and the lightning ceased, allowing Abyss to stand firmly, if only for a moment.

The Knight dashed forward towards Abyss, quickly grasping his own lightsaber with both hands. His knuckles whitened under the pressure of his hammer grip upon the hilt. His lightsaber was raised before him in an arc that quickly swung downward at the Acolyte before him. Launching into a flurry of swift and precise thrusts and chops, meant purely to exhaust the already winded and wounded foe, he grinned. The anger that flew through Vaulkhar's body was quelled, to allow controlled and efficient movements. Makashi was a style of precise and measured combat, utilized to efficiently use the wielders energy without tiring them out immediately. It should do to tire out his wounded foe.

"I must ask," Vaulkhar began, midway through his onslaught. "Why is it you stand for a dying empire? Loyalty to a man-made construct such as an empire is it's own weakness. It is men like [member="Darth Ferus"] or my father, Kaine Zambrano that create these empires and armies strictly to gain the loyalty of fools like yourself. Stand for yourself and stand for your path, not for another man's goals."

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss answered with an defense similar to the attacks of his opponent. Like the man in front of him he had chosen from II to guide his blade, trying to redirect and evade the strikes instead of blocking them. He had trouble keeping up with the tempo that the man possessed, but other than in the fight with [member="Darth Ferus"] he was able to not get killed by something more than just chance. The pain his leg got worse with every step he took back in his defense, making evading the blade harder for him as time passed by. To his suspires the man began to speak. A mistake. Abyss was far from mastery with the blade but words. Words always came natural to him, a simple but sharp weapon at his command.

"Loyalty?"

The words sounded like he had justed spitted out something disgusting. He shook his head, while his lightsaber danced in his hand, still struggling with keeping the blade between the one of his enemy and his body.

"A true sith knows no loyalty. Not even to his master. I do not stand here because of loyalty. Not even out of fate in the idea of the one sith. I stand here because you and your master have given in to a rushed, shortsighted decision. The one sith are dieing as it had to be and I do not intend to die with them. Yet we are not dead yet. We have ships, troops, resources, and if the sith fall to their infighting once again all that will be lost. The cornerstones of a new empire, lost because some sith were to blind to see them. We do not need a war, we need a lord with the farsight to take whats left, to hide it until the time is right so our order can once again rise to greatness."

[member="Vaulkhar"]

 

[Vaulkhar]

"You've likely never met my father, then."

A grin creased the face of Vaulkhar as his gray eyes, dull and empty, shifts into that of a molten orange color. The gaze itself seems to burn with it's own fire, almost mirroring that of his lightsaber. The words spoken to him by [member="Abyss"] were trivial. While they weren't necessarily wrong, in the mind of Vaulkhar they came from a place of ignorance. There was no greater Sith Lord than that of his father. A man known as the Butcher King, for his complete eradication of entire planets, simply for a laugh. In his mind, as much as he hated living under his father's shadow, he knew his father was the leader the Sith needed.

If only they'd see it for himself.

Taking a deep breath, Vaulkhar pulled the force about himself and his speed only increased. Utilizing the art of movement, his body became a blur of speed as what was once one strike, turned into three at the pace he's now taken. His blade clashed against that of Abyss, constantly poking at the guard, looking for even the slightest weakness or chink in the guard of his opponent. As a practitioner of both forms II and III, he knew he'd eventually find it. Makashi was not a form for defense, at least not when against a superior duelist. Or so Vaulkhar thought he was.

"A true Sith knows strength and survival. There is a path for all of us, Acolyte. So I must raise the question, does your path end here? Or are you fated for more?"

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

"That is for the force to decide."

Abyss actions slowly turned from defending into open retreat. By now he was mainly focused on keeping enough room between the enemy's blade and his body to not get hit. The man was both stronger and more skilled with the weapon than he was. Not like this was the first time that the odds were against the young acolyte, but while he not always had been victorious he had managed to survive every encounter he had. There was something that neither skill nor power could stand against. Intelligence. Abyss was no weak man, but compared to most sith and jedi he was still below average when it came to raw physical strength. Yet his mind was sharp, and other then some he was a man with no honor. As Darth Revan had said once: Glory is of no use to the dead. The mans attacks kept bombarding his guard, and he could slowly feel that if would continue this way he would follow the path of his certain death. One second to slow. Abyss could feel the burning blade cutting into the surface of his skin, leaving a cut on his chest. He stumbled back, once again falling to the ground directly in front of his opponent.

While he had no intention of taking the hit before, his mind already was working a plan to change the tides. If he had read the mans behavior right than he suffered from the same weakness as the man who commanded him. Arrogance. In an display of his weakness, the acolyte began muttering an crying.

"Mercy. Please ... Please have mercy."

The second his words left his mouth the acolyte extended his leg, a kick aimed at the crotch of his adversary. He had no illusion that the man would fall for his act as he had seen it before. His only intention was to fuel the rage he had seen in the mans eyes, to release his disgust over his way to fight. To become careless.

[member="Vaulkhar"] [member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

The speeder carried her fast, but even its speed had limits and every moment was precious. Flicking the switch for the stealth field generator of her armour, she stepped to the back of the speeder as it howled through the sky amidst smoke, debris, and streaks of blasterfire. Once more, she stepped off the edge. Sucking in her breath, she momentarily swallowed her own presence in the Force as she plummeted. She descended like a ghost, leaving only the faintest flicker of an air-oscillation, easily lost to the most perceptive. Only her landing left a mark as dust spread from her impact.

Darth Ferus' taunts would be answered in due time, but she knew better than to blow her cover so soon.

Rising to her feet, she shot a hand out against [member="Vaulkhar"] as he put the pressure on her apprentice. Her fingers curled into talons as she reached out for his form through the Force and gripped, not the throat but what nestled between his legs, and clenched her fist into a firm ball.

"He seems to manage just fine on his own."

Plucking one of the two lightsabres from her belt and thumbing the activation button, she ended the cover of her stealth-field generator as it could not subdue the vibrancy and energy of the lightsabre in her left hand. The bloodshine blade with its curved hilt cast scarlet light upon the dark fabrics and dented beskar in which she was clad. her eyes were trained on the back of [member="Darth Ferus"].

"Perhaps you ought to teach your apprentice the virtue of discretion."

Kaine Zambrano, [member="Darth Carnifex"] was he too behind this? He was indeed one of the few she believed capable of summoning this kind of power. Once a faithful servant to the One Sith, now their rival? She would need to give it a thorough investigation.

 

[Vaulkhar]

Ah, the great irony that was being a male.

As Vaulkhar managed to land a solid blow against his enemies chest, he made a move to step back. As [member="Abyss"] began to beg for mercy, he rolled his eyes. The ploy had already been done once to his master, [member="Darth Ferus"] and he was not fooled then. He most certainly would not be fooled in this situation. Managing to put some distance between Abyss and himself, he was somewhat interested in the young man. Like most Sith, he utilized deceit as a powerful ally. But unlike most Sith, he openly begged on the battlefield in order to gain an advantage. It was dishonorable and downright disgusting, but it was something he had not encountered within the Sith. And that alone gave him pause.

Just enough time for a certain Sith Lord to complete sucker punch him. Or, sucker grab him. He felt the power of the force grip a certain area he most definitely did not want grabbed in such a manner and it took his complete concentration not to downright fall over in pain or even worse, have his manhood downright crushed. Pushing outward with the force, he managed to push back the alien grip upon his, er, junk. The attack was sadly successful as he fell back several feet and took a knee. As he expected, things were not going to go as well as he'd of liked. First the Acolyte and now what appears to be either his master, or a senior officer in the One Sith. Something about her was familiar, but what it was he wasn't capable of placing it right away.

Shaking his head and taking a deep breath, Vaulkhar once more stood, wobbly during the ascension, bust standing nonetheless. Keeping his lightsaber active at this point, he took a moment to look around him. It was clear she would willingly aid her subordinate and he was well aware a battle against the both of them could end his death. An idea he wasn't very fond of. Once more Vaulkhar pulled the force about him, blanketing his body in it's embrace before dashing off quickly towards his master. While it had only been a short time since the battle began, he was more than capable of catching up with his master.

"There appears to be a problem, my Lord."

Is what he said. To nothing. Because his master was no longer there.

Feeling him reappear through the force, he turned back to that of Abyss.

[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Reine Bisset"] | [member="Calina Ovmar"] | [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]​

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With some amusement Cerbera watched Calina almost berate Eldaah for entering the sanctum unannounced.

Ah, the splendor of the youth and their desire for propriety by all means necessary. In truth it did surprise her to see Aderyn walk in as boldly as she did, but there was little reason for her to make an issue out of it now -- considering the valuable insight she had already provided, in truth she knew little about either Ferus or Venefica, one a shadow and the other apparently a traitor.

How curious that they decided to strike now, on Mindabaal. It tasted of something more than simple opportunism, but she just couldn't put her finger on it now, not without more information.

"Peace," She declared with a wave of her gloved hand. "She came at my invitation."

This was untrue, of course. She knew it, Calina knew that and Aderyn certainly knew it. But in the world of the Sith reputation and face were two very important things - the opportunity to save one's face was welcomed almost unanimously. So it was given as freely as cool water to a thirsty man in the desert.

This in itself was another lesson to Calina. When one missteps, do not casually hammer them down or lest you create animosity that will stay and fester for years to come. Reaching out and steadying the stumble... it had more practical sense all things considered.

"I tend to agree - yet, we cannot simply abandon our sister Ophidia to the jackals nipping at our heels." Oh, they probably could and it probably would be beneficial to Cerbera in the short-run.

Without much else in the form of leadership for the One Sith, she would quite certainly be able to usurp most of Ophi's holdings and assets.

But she was successful, because she saw the greater picture.

"I will have two system fleets divert from neighboring patrols -- this might be their intention, they might be seeking for a way in -- but that's a risk we shall have to take." A shrug followed lightly. "They will jump into the system first and analyze what we will be encountering, possibly soften up targets, before we come in ourselves."

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ferus was gone. He wasn't kidding when he asked for [member="Vaulkhar"] to deal with the boy and walked away. He was no longer in view. That was, until [member="Darth Ophidia"] showed herself. He had been waiting after all. A master always comes for their student when they're in trouble, even a Sith. Where he had gone to wait? Right where he was standing. The Shadow Queen wasn't the only one with stealth technology after all. He still held onto his own Assassin Armor under that tattered red cloak.

So when she showed herself, he moved behind her, snapping his saber to life and striking with full lethal intent. All while she was busy groping his acolyte and trying to taunt him. But he knew she was more skilled than to fall to a quick strike to her back. She was the true stealth master, not him.

[member="Abyss"]

 

[Reine Bisset]

The galaxy moved in strange, unforeseen ways. One moment she was a nameless acolyte, alone in the world and clawing for whatever scraps of knowledge she could rip out of the galaxy, the next she was ripped up from her place in the universe and deposited here, wherever here was.

Admittedly, she knew there was more to it, but she couldn't help what it felt like to her. She was suddenly a part of the One Sith, a member of the Inquisition, and someone's follower. Apprentice? Acolyte? Handmaiden? She forgot the term and, ultimately figured it was a useless title anyways. Given titles were transient. Power was the only thing that was eternal and here, within the slowing heart of a dying power, could she find it.

She sat in the corner, almost lounging as she mutely watched events unfold before her in an outfit that as far from formal as a Wookiee tea party. To most, she appeared bored and annoyed, her hand occasionally adjusting the cloth she wore were her eyes should be. Appearances were deceiving, however, as despite her relaxed, almost disrespectful lounging, she was watching. Learning. Understanding. She'd not resided among Sith for any length of time, much less interacted with more than simple formalities. The subtle power plays, intricacies, and movements reminded her of a game of Dejarik, pieces moving intricately among each other as the players attempted to force the hands of the other.

[member="Calina Ovmar"] | [member="Eldaah Aderyn"] | [member="Cerbera"]

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum had never been to this world before, under more relaxing circumstances he would have taken the time to learn more about the planet. As it was, the Sovereignty came out of Hyperspace a long way from the planet. He had the ship's scanners attempt to locate the Atrisian fleet, hoping to get hold of [member="Mythos"] to let him know that his aid had arrived. It was not too difficult to find the fleet of Atrisian vessels and Ultimatum had a message sent, identifying the Sovereignty as a friendly, its basic whereabouts, and intended flight path, before activating the stealth field generator within. Running as it was, Ultimatum preferred to avoid having to send messages, as that was one potential method for attackers to locate the vessel.

He now turned his attention to the preparations for land fall. As the ship was to be a command vessel to coordinate forces Ultimatum did not want it to enter the atmosphere and become vulnerable to enemy fire or an accidental crash. Instead his units would be deployed with the Displacers, he would need to calculate the best positions to drop. For obvious reasons they would not want to enter on top of the battlefield, too many possibilities of hitting friendlies. These devices would easily crush any organic, and some lighter vehicles, that they fell upon which was a great concern given that forces were limited.

Making his way to the Hangars, Ultimatum watched as droids were stepping into the Displacers, he wished that he could have brought his new soldiers, but they were still experimental and he didn't want to risk them yet. He had also thought of bringing SCORPIO along as well, but she was still something of a rogue element. She was too powerful for his liking and maintaining strict security was difficult with her adaptive programming. He had had one too many leak attempts and had disconnected her from his computer systems, relegating the program to a datapad until he could create a body more fitting of her status.

He had to find out some other way of bringing troops to the fight, or perhaps not. He did not want to draw more attention to himself than was necessary to aid his ally. The repercussions of his actions were not lost on him and he needed to maintain his own safety beyond the battlefield. Perhaps he could bring in some of the vessels he was building to sell to the Mandalorians. As of yet he had not been contacted back about them and there were a number of them just waiting in the shipyard. However there was already a fleet here.

Taking his place in one of the Displacers he sent a command signal for intended flight path. It would be behind enemy lines, hopefully crashing on top of some of the enemy troops and keeping them close enough to fight almost immediately. It would be a few minutes before they hit the surface.

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

[member="Cerbera"] [member="Calina Ovmar"] [member="Reine Bisset"]

If she had ruffled any proverbial feathers from her entrance, she didn't let that knowledge show in her body language or expression. Right now, such things as courtesy and traditions were a luxury that couldn't be afforded. Pragmatism and swift, but cautious, action were needed.

"That would be prudent," Eldaah said, nodding to the golden masked leader. She wasn't sure how much those patrols would be, considering the closest One Sith controlled planets in the region were Rakata Prime and Ashera. That was probably why whoever was supporting this traitor had targeted this world... on the edge of Sith territory but they knew the One Sith would lash out at any threat right now, whether it had the strength to or not. Still, between the four beings gathered here, and the accompanying Inquisition forces, they might be able to crush these traitors.

Either way, she would be sending a report along to her Master once the action had concluded... including if she had to deploy any Slythghouls if the situation was looking rather hopeless for the loyalists. But that would be an extreme answer to a losing situation.

 

[Darth Eversor]

As it was dutiful to slaughter in the name of [member="Darth Carnifex"] and his never-ending reign of supremacy, Darth Eversor still had a quota of is own to fulfill. Through the Force he felt the intensity of egos clashing, as was per usual with most Sith. The darkly clad soldier casually walked up to the skirmish before his very gaze and made himself quite known through the Force what and who he was. A fragment of his biological donor. After all, it was by Carnifex's order that he be created to instill terror, and he didn't want to disappoint such a charitable generosity. ​

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Blackened cloak flapping in the breeze, the possessed vessel watched with embers for eyes behind a midnight visor. His modified repeater still in hand, he made no gesture nor gave word to antagonize or aid. He was simply here to observe and interfere when he so desired, or when those against the One Sith should fail their duty. ​

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To the monstrosity, it was almost like a sort of game. But typically, even when one Sith rises to the top, they too shall be toppled by a newer generation of pride and passion. Arrogance was an irritating quality, but then again, many showed it in their own way. The only reminder that Darth Eversor needed was that everything dies with time. Even he shall wither and fade, but today was not such time. ​

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Everything dies, and a new form of strife shall take its place. An endless cycle of madness and hypocrisy. ​

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Time is the true predator and master, none of these able-bodied murderers could best such a notion. ​

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Standing as still as ever, the entity of the Dark Side sat beneath a young man's skin. Watching the outside world once more with a tongue not yet stained enough with crimson. ​

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Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Vaulkhar"]

Potential Threats: [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Abyss"]

 

[Mia Monroe]

@Cerbera@Reine Bisset[member="Eldaah Aderyn"]

The corner of her mouth raised slightly in a smirk hidden by the shadow of her hood. It was wonderful to watch Cerbera's at work, smoothing out creases and moving prices carefully across a large board. There was more to learn from her than just alchemy.

"While we wait to see what we're up against, perhaps it is worth contacting other sources to see what we can determine about these..." She glanced at Eldaah "traitors, as you call them."

Her eyes settled once more upon the golden mask. "I've no doubt she will have a valuable insight for us."

 

[Darth Abyss]

Once again Abyss slowly rose to his feet, this time not because of another act but because the he was beginning to pay the price for his own weakness. The burned cut on his chest felt like someone was ripping open his skin, and the pain had overcome the point were it fueled his hate. Still he grabbed the lightsaber from the ground besides him, observing the situation.

Not to far away Abyss could see who had saved him. [member="Darth Ophidia"] , his master was standing on the battlefield, and he could feel at least some part of the burning passion inside him return as he basked in the sheer glory of her.

Both his original opponent [member="Darth Ferus"] and his servant [member="Vaulkhar"] were gone, the dark lord completely absent from the area as it seemed and the other man standing not to far away. Abyss raised the hilt in his hand, igniting the red blade as he had done many times today. He had suffered, he had been defeated and injured, but with the appearance of his master he made a decision. This was not over yet. He filled his lungs with as much air as possible shouting towards the man.

"We are not done here."

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar twitches slightly upon hearing the voice of @Abyss. He turned completely to look at the foe that was downed and now stands, shouting at him. His brow perked up in question, but aside from that slight motion his face was more or less, stoic. He was greatly annoyed by the situation nonetheless. He had no interesting in killing or maiming the man. Moving forwards, Vaulkhar once again brought his lightsaber up into a guard over his chest but did not immediately strike. Instead he continued to move closer before once more opening his mouth to speak.

"This is a foolish battle, stranger. You are greatly injured and it can only become worse. But if this is what you so desire, I suppose all I can do is offer the death you ask for."

With a shrug, Vaulkhar dashed towards the man once more. As per before, he launched into a flurry of quick strikes, immediately utilizing the force to enhance his speed beyond that of a normal warrior. And as per before, his style remained that of Makashi. The quick and efficient blows he'd been utilizing up to this point to avoid exhausting himself. His breathing was beginning to come in shorter breaths as he was beginning to tire. Once more his eyes took on the angry, orange glow of the dark side and his anger at the minor annoyance that was Abyss to him, became more apparent as his blows were riddled with more powerful strikes as they came.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

Location: The Inquisition Flagship
Allies: [member="Calina Ovmar"] [member="Eldaah Aderyn"] [member="Reine Bisset"] [member="Cerbera"]
Enemies: Sith Traitors

Jorryn stood in the flag ship of the fleet patrolling the system as the command from [member="Cerbera"] came in, ordering the ships to divert their attention towards Sith that had betrayed the order. The commanding officer quickly began mobilizing his ships to help the effort of their other fleets, requesting that Jorryn go to meet with the Sith Lord who had made the order to further communication with them. Jorryn didn't mind leaving the flag ship at all, the nothingness of space not being the most interesting of things to her. She raised herself from the chair and began to make her way to the hangar bay.

"Pilot, ready the ship. We are going to the flagship of the Inquisition."

Jorryn walked up the ramp of the shuttle as the bay door began to seal itself, leaving her along in the claustrophobic back compartment of the ship.

Relief from the darkness of space she was stuck with for the entirety of the journey in the form of the Inquisitional fleet, looming like a massive shadow. The Inquisition had always impressed Jorryn with their secrecy, even she had heard very little of them.

Rumours had circled of a mysterious leader in a gold mask with no other information given, even the gender of which was subject to gossip between soldiers. The mystery had both gained the respect and chagrin of Jorryn, who didn't like not knowing anything but admired how efficiently the figure took command of an entire section of the One Sith.

A ringing in the intercom had broken Jorryn's wonder asking for the ship information, which the pilot gladly providing. Jorryn stood up as she formed her cloak into a more regal look, covering one shoulder instead of her back and made her way towards the exit ramp.

She left and made her way past the few saluting soldiers, the rest of them presumably still readying for battle. It wasn't long before she had made her way to the bridge of the ship, opening the slide doors to reveal the spacious command centre of the entire Inquisitional fleet.

Her eyes quickly glanced over the room seeing three other women, presumably other Sith, before resting her eyes on the one figure she cared about.

The figure was a bit of a blur though a quick glance told Jorryn that the figure was female, purely on guess, before she lifted her right hand to her breast and bowed forward towards the figure.

"Greeting's my Lord. I come at the request of Commander Hyden from the Second Imperial fleet, his ships are making towards our enemies at full speed." She lifted herself with a smug grin. "They will show these traitors what it means to cross the Sith."

 

[Via Dolorosa]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JaorDsTgFYE[/youtube]​

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The first volley of shots rang out, their apparent destination was the Royal Academy on the planet, signaled the real true part in this fight for her. The citizens, those that had stayed behind, would feel the first eruption of death whilst they scrambled for cover; and in her favour, flee the torrent of misery dropped upon their once protected heads. Like all bombings of civilized settings, a blackout was imposed but the order was a bit to slow, as the bombs fell quickly turning the Academy and it's inhabitants into rubble. Death sang it's macabre song, filling the ears of those that survived the haunting tune of things to come. Millions had perished, and a few hundred scrambled out of the targeted area into the naked arms of the one slayer, a fallen hero, who once protected their cozy lifestyle. ​

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Igniting her solo blade, whilst her robe and nose ring poised to add to the destruction, one Darth Venefica readied herself for the onslaught. Her darkened blade cut down the fleeing citizens, while her robe added to the death; resurrecting the dead and turning them against brother and sister. With a twinkle of her nose, her ring had raised another and another when it was slain; sending the dead against the living. The screams of the lost was a beautiful tribulation to her power, as they took residence deep inside her blackened heart. Despite the capabilities of her two precious enchanted toys; it didn't take long for them to recover and send further dead back into the heroes, as they boasted their short-lived victories in favour of killing those they once fought to save.​

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It was a sight that the old dead Sith Lords could dance to you, pounding their fists into the air and chanting their miserable voices in a union of approval. With each slash and cut, Darth Venefica offered the sacrificial lambs to them and her Goddess Vahl, gaining their favour whilst garnering a torrent of joined collaboration of applause from them. And from deep within her mind, she could her Goddess praise her. She was Vahl's chosen slayer, the new formed chooser of the slain.​

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However, absolute victory was incomplete until she killed a true believer of the old, defunct One Sith. And as the thought glided through her mind, she powered down her weapon as her red eyes scanned the area of the land of the dead. For one had come, their hero, their saviour at last arrived. And it was this hero's flesh she would feast upon! From the blackened skies on tattered wings came the hero!​

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Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Darth Eversor"] [member="Clovis Torcularis"] [member="Vaulkhar"]​

Enemy: [member="Cerbera"]​