Dominion &nbsp; Last Stop | SO Dominion of Ertrax

Lucia Naberrie · Feb 19, 2023

Location: Starship Manufactory Complex - Malsheem
Objective: III - Protect Queen Xyrah
Allies:

Darth Xyrah
Enemies:

Sofiel

With an eerie, unflinching gaze, Unit 410 processed the Acolyte’s shield manifesting to intercept the blasts from her initial salvo, but the HRD didn’t relent in her assault even after the shield morphed into a blade before her photoreceptors. Within a split-second of her third shot, the HRD let loose a fourth and final particle beam blast from the scatterblaster on her left gauntlet from 16 meters away, aimed to strike the Acolyte in her chest, possibly while her shield was down.

Unfortunately, the HRD could give no more than that, before being compelled to take defensive action. She would not be able to execute her directives if she was destroyed, after all.

On cue, the Unit 410’s inhumanly fast reflex circuits kicked into overdrive, at which point she sprang off the ground with equal parts finesse and power, rotating through the air in a horizontal twist before landing gracefully back on the ground, eight meters to the left of her original position. It was undoubtedly a feat of stunning acrobatics, but the Acolyte’s summoned blade didn't let the HRD pass untouched, inflicting a deep laceration that cut open a rent in the material of her bodysuit across the left side of her torso. Synthetic blood—fuchsia in color—leaked out from the wound, but neither pain nor panic registered across the HRD’s features.

Only calm, machine-like focus.

Status Update: Engaging Marked Target. Minor Damage Sustained. Target Designation: Goldenrod Devil. Target Disposition: Confident. Revised Threat Level: Very High. Objective Stable: Neutralize Target with Extreme Prejudice. Protect Queen Xyrah. Safeguard the Integrity of Malsheem.

Armor
- Pulsiva Bodysuit - Hoth-pattern Bodysuit
Energy Shield
- Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
Utility
- FAE/C-05 Infiltration Suite
Weapons
- XA-4 'Sliverslash' Galvanic Whipblade (2)
- FAE/W-10 Hybrid Gauntlet Scatterblaster - Heavy (2)

Darth Malum of House Marr · Feb 24, 2023

Operation III: Seek and Destroy

At this moment his mind went to where it had gone so often.

The old adage, that no plan survived contact with the enemy. Now granted when that old ancient general from ages past had said those words, he likely had not expected the plan for the battle to be made a few seconds before, announced to the enemy, and adlibbed from mere firsthand observation.

There was the other adage he supposed, that announced plans were bound by fate to be subverted. It was a far more philosophical adage rather than the military adage of the former, but in that sense, it was perhaps somehow more accurate to the situation he found himself in.

That situation was his eyes widening, his legs rapidly resisting the force of momentum propelling him forward, and one of his lightsabers raising and beginning to hiss as he would imagine a cat with its tail on fire.

That was not an inaccurate depiction of the sound.

His grip struggled to hold the blade and resist the utter strength that was pressed against them, Malum's breath hitched, as he focused everything he had on continuing to just hold. It was downright unfair, he may have thought, downright unfair that the giant had the speed to strike, in which time Malum had only been able to move his lightsaber to protect his neck, he may have thought it was downright unfair that the giant held such strength in his bones, that Malum felt his lightsaber begin to retreat.

Malum would have thought all this.

If he was not utterly petrified.

His breathing was growing more and more ragged, his heart beating faster and faster as pure panic ran through him. His amulet began to grow ominously, a red light among the gathered individuals, a silent threat, fully willing to break open. His mind squandered its immediate desperation on the words the giant had spoken, doubt fraying into his mind, was this all he was? Had he truly been sent here to be sacrificed? A false hope for a fleet that would never arrive?

Yet it did not activatem, neither did he lose himself to the doubt, not yet anyway. Malum had to assume it was due to the presence of the other. Alisteri was with him, his blade drawn and clashing with the Twice Emperor, lightning blaring, having moved to defend him from the initial attack. Thus it was, the two heirs of the Tsis'Kaar, united against the Failed Emperor...

... Could they really manage to pull this off?

He doubted it, but the hope remained in his heart.

His plan could still work, in the distance, he could hear similar clamours of lightsabers engaging one another, the other Sith Knight, the master of Sofiel apparently, was engaged with Darth Xyrah, if he could weaken her strength, then... well, it may give Alisteri and him the opportunity, the chink in the armour they needed.

He would feel more confident of that, if Sofiel was fighting with the Knight, instead, Malum had certainly noticed the rather attractive figure, with the weapons to match, appear out of some corridor to give her a challenge.

It was like the Failed Emperor to turn an already unfair matchup, even more unfair.

If only he had done so when he was still Emperor, of the old Sith Empire.

His other blade, still free, jutted out forward, an attack born of desperation to release the pressure on his defending blade, aiming to stab through the giant's heart, doubtful it would succeed, it may just give him the moment he needed to withdraw and consider his options. Yet, it did leave him at the very least, to at least grasp at confidence he very much did not have.

"My ancestor as great as he was failed to kill a false Emperor, what shall they say when a Marr of his great legacy succeeds?!" Malum grunted, and shouted, a grim remark having its bite taken out, as he continued to struggle.

Darth Carnifex · Feb 24, 2023

Blades flashed, lightning crackled.

The storm clouds broke, and the deluge began.

The power which emanated from the Dark Lord of the Kainate was unparalleled by most in all the galaxy, sharpened through many decades of struggle and refinement. His grasp over the Force was absolute, as was His strength in the Dark Side. When Alisteri rushed in to defend his ally, blades snapping out to strike at the Dark Lord, the Tyrant's blade was there. Through the Force, the titan could shift the inertia of His actions to perform seemingly impossible tasks; subverting the fundamental laws of motion which all the galaxy obeyed. This was why, even mid-swing, the Dark Lord could shift His weapon in an entirely opposite direction to meet His enemies.

Such action did not require thought, only autonomous reflex. The Force and His warrior instinct guided His limbs to where they needed to be in order to survive, to withstand, and to ultimately retaliate. Alisteri and Malum were well-trained Sith, formidable in their own right and tremendously skilled when paired, but they could not hope to stand against a conduit of the Dark Side itself. Perhaps they knew that, even though their minds rebelled against the thought their hearts knew the truth. In the end, all they could accomplish was a delaying action, to prolong the conflict long enough for reinforcements to finally arrive.

But the Dark Lord had already told them, all was done in service to His will; whether they realized it or not. Did the fortuity of their landing not cross their minds? The mere action of catching up to the Malsheem while it was moored in a lifeless star system and lightly defended? The ease at which they were brought before Him, and provoked into an open battle with their most despised foe?

The Dark Lord struck again, slashing against their blades to force the two Sith back. "Your cause is a hopeless one. Empyrean is a frail corpse, at war within his own mind. Ophidia does little more than skulking in the shadows, she only knows how to mutilate and exterminate. What do these false idols know of building an empire? They rest upon a dais of sand, rapidly shrinking beneath their feet. Contemplate what will come even if they do manage to maintain their meager alliance long enough to see me gone. They will turn on one another, and they will destroy each other. What remains will not survive when the Jedi finish gorging on the Brotherhood's corpse."

A spout of green flame crackled into existence near the Dark Lord, a great and terrible sword materializing in its wake. It levitate up off the ground by several meters, shimmering with an innate hunger, before the tip of the blade gradually turned towards the two of them. "Only through me can the destiny of the Sith be realized. Only I possessed the foresight to build this ark, only I have the will to ensure our survival. No matter what victories you may incur, I will persist. I am eternal, and so long as I am, the Sith are eternal." The sword suddenly rushed forward, propelled by the Dark Lord's will, eager to skewer the two of them and drink deep of their souls.

Darth Strosius |

Sofiel · Feb 24, 2023

Her eyes followed.

The golden, unflinching gaze of the woman before the droid followed without pause or error. No matter how fast the droid was, it couldn't escape her gaze. Her body, though, was another story. She pulled her hand, aimed to follow it. The familiar of red and blue didn't need her hand to actually follow as it zipped through the air, aiming to hound, puncture, and otherwise obliterate the obstacle.

Not that it helped with the particle beam. She seemed to disregard her own safety, in part because the familiar on her shoulder sank down to catch the blast. Somewhat. She stumbled back from the impact. Impromptu armor did little to add to the suit she was wearing. Pain. It seared through her mind. The gold in her eyes dimmed, just for a moment, before they narrowed in focus. Fought back control. This vessel was hers.

What was a little burn?

Lucia Naberrie |

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Darth Centax · Feb 24, 2023

Objective: Seek and Destroy
Personal Mission: Calculate his next course.
Location: Remote Surface Area.
Forces: Stealth Landing Party, Three Shuttles, Three Small Teams.
Muse Music

Amidst the fighting and limited window of opportunity, Centax had made his approach to board the Malsheem, three shuttles safely secured with one sith zealots, placed at different landing coordinates. Harvesting teams began to move to their targets. A handful of Keth's old Echani Runic Guards were with him, the sith sphere's timeless symbols carved into their bronze-colored armor, and burned into their form. More forces were there to call on, as always, if required. For now, appearing as part of the invading force was preferred.

Not exposing his position too much to this unfamiliar Sith Order, unknowing as to how many old rivals of his still lived within it. A few disguised spies were moving into the field, assessing how they fought, what their weaknesses were, and if they would be of use to him in the coming long conflicts ahead. With luck, one or two would board the transports from this doomed metal shell and report back to him on their strength.

Keeping at a distance, being this close to conflict but not in it. Too long in isolation without a war. The blood boiled inside to let loose. He ground the feeling down, condensing, letting it gnaw at him. The time would come again.

"Here." The Echani team fanned out around the surroundings, setting up what should be a killing zone for anything walking their way. Killing was not what the former general wanted. Onboard the shuttles, force cages came alive in preparation. He wanted fresh slaves, of the force user variety, and this battle was rumored to be filled with an entire force sect that nobody would miss.

Khan-OSK armored boots carved a step forward, and Centax ignited his saber. Waiting, supposedly alone and in the open.

Taresa Kae · Feb 24, 2023

Objective: Seek and Destroy
Personal Mission: Stabbing her way to New Purpose.
Location: Malsheem Engineering Sub Levels

Judgment was Jaded, spiteful, and surplus to requirements for her former Master since Tython gave birth to its living wound. Still a spy, an assassin conditioned for centuries, she would kill every pretender that stood between her and her birthright. Even a living wound. Filled with a venom choking her ambition from being properly realized.

Curled and spat out in the force, looking to choke another and poison them the same way. The acolyte's composure was not patient enough for foreplay. Her stealth field disconnected, at the right time to plunge a silent blade into the back of a foe, the second blade taking his ability to call for help and pushing him to the ground. The drip of poison on the tip, fast to act and subdue her target's struggles.

Against this construct's metal surface, masks of a multitude of dead reflected in her helmet's appearance, shadowy armor that reflected light. Judgement looked like a broken mirror, shattered into a thousand pieces. When would this vile sentiment end? A vibro-knife left her hand, cutting and whirring its way into the back of another target that had come looking for the first. He too felt the sting of her sentimental side, and slowly slunk to the floor.

More were coming, she reconnected her stealth field and disappeared from view. The faces of two more dead added to her tally, remembered and recorded within her armor. She watched for her next target, like the force ghosts that followed her, brushing beside her arm and stabbing a painful jolt to remind her they were always watching.

Lucia Naberrie · Feb 24, 2023

Location: Starship Manufactory Complex - Malsheem
Objective: III - Protect Queen Xyrah
Allies:

Darth Xyrah
Enemies:

Darth Centax

Her helmet’s sensors flared, cluing Unit 410 into the incoming threat. It had been a miscalculation on her part to think that the blade would simply fade into the Nether after she managed to evade it, one that she would need to learn from. Nevertheless, her reflex circuits were fast enough to bail her out of the error, for now.

Not a split-second after landing, the HRD’s head snapped to her right, towards the blade of blue and crimson fire committed on a course to impale her.

Then, she jumped.

Powerful synthetic legs shot off from the ground, suddenly propelling her form backward and upward as her body whirled around in a pair of flying pirouettes, before landing back on the ground with a graceful roll six meters behind her original position. A half-second after her body hit the ground the HRD leveled herself into a balanced, feline posture, at which point her gauntlet scatterblasters immediately unleashed a rapid-fire quartet of volatile sonic blasts focused in a narrow cone from 22 meters away. In doing so, each of the sonic blasts were aimed to strike the Acolyte in her head, with the intention of disrupting her enemy’s concentration or better yet, removing her as a threat entirely.

Maybe then, the strange red and blue apparition might cease to be an issue.

Regardless, the objective of softening her target seemed to be manifesting in reality, if the outcomes of her last attacks were anything to go by. However, she didn’t anticipate a ranged kill being possible against an opponent of this caliber. The HRD sensed that she might need to close the distance in order to finish her off or else suffer a long, protracted engagement.

Armor
- Pulsiva Bodysuit - Hoth-pattern Bodysuit
Energy Shield
- Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
Utility
- FAE/C-05 Infiltration Suite
Weapons
- XA-4 'Sliverslash' Galvanic Whipblade (2)
- FAE/W-10 Hybrid Gauntlet Scatterblaster - Heavy (2)

Darth Strosius · Feb 25, 2023

Objective: Seek and Destroy
Equipment: Lightsaber, Sword, Dagger, Armor
Tags:

Darth Carnifex /

Darth Malum of House Marr /

Darth Xyrah /

Darth Temerant /

Sofiel /

Lucia Naberrie

Alisteri knew very well how difficult a duel with a Dark Lord of the Sith could be, for all his own pride and skill he knew that there were good reasons the upper Sith rarely ever faced one another such a manner. Years of experience, training, and power accruement could easily turn into a mutually assured destruction should two powerful Sith cross their blades one too many times. It seemed as if they mostly preferred to indulge in beating their superiority into their lessers rather than their equals given such a reality, much like now.

In a flash of movement that was far too fast for his eyes to catch his blades had met with those of the Dark Lord of the Kainate, despite seeming to have simultaneously blocked Malum's weapon as well. "Bastard!" He hissed the curse through clenched teeth, whether it was meant for his own failure or the quick defense was unclear, and tried to press his blades against his opponent's using his enhanced strength. He did not know nearly as much about Carnifex as he was sure the Dark Lord knew about him, but Alisteri did know two things for certain.

He was mortal and he could die, and that was all the assurance that he needed to know that a slim chance of victory existed.

No matter how slim it was or how elusive it may be he would hunt it until he couldn't pursue it anymore, there was no other option. In the back of his mind though, he already wished that he had stormed the bridge of the forward fleet's command ship and ordered that the fleet instead focus on destroying the Malsheem rather than boarding or delaying it. Perhaps then he wouldn't be as close to death as he was now.

The slash made him stagger back for a few moments, the sheer force of it almost enough to knock him over had it not been for his quick recovery and balancing. Alisteri was always so quick to recompose himself, so quick to throw himself back into the fight, to win the war of attrition, and yet this time he hesitated to rush at Carnifex once more. He needed a better opening if he had any hope of landing a blow on the Dark Lord. Instead he readied himself and adopted a more defensive form as a sword rose up from the ground in a burst of green fire. Ever the showman he supposed.

"Foresight? Is that what you're calling your cowardice now? You cut and ran at the first sign of your own failures and mistakes rearing their heads against you and left an empire to suffer where you would not!" The sword seemed to cut through the air itself as it aimed at the pair and struck forward towards them, a deadly glint along the dark edge. "This 'ark' of yours, your manufactured armies and your mass-printed Sith, they are not the markings of an emperor, they're the last efforts of a fossil trying to stay relevant in a world no longer suited to him!" He was far from the most armored warrior on the battlefield, and even then he doubted mere armor could stop such a weapon. So he leapt forward, intending to jump over the blade's path and try to strike down to send it into the floor and deflect it away.

Darth Centax · Feb 25, 2023

Objective: Seek and Destroy
Location: Remote Surface Area.

Three approached, running into the clearing with their sabers drawn. Centax didn't move. One tried a force push, and he sent one back their way, with a crack in the force's surrounding energies, both pushes canceled each other out. Another tried a sweep of his feet with the blade, and he positioned his saber to neutralize the area of attack, stopping rather than deflecting the beam. The Darth's body turned sideways to keep his target areas small. A calculated shii-cho technique, that far too many saber users dismissed out of hand. Fundamentals were everything, and practically denying areas of attack was one of the best against the average opponent.

Another threw his saber, and rather than dodge, he forced pulled it into his crushgaunt, to wrap it around the blade. Crushgaunts that were in place of his hands, lost in a battle a very long time ago. Cutting the hilt of the weapon with his saber to finish it, the beam sparked and died, cast aside as wasted potential. Never freely give up your weapon, should be burned into every novice saber user.

Behind the armor he barely moved more than was necessary. This was futile and they were no match to his abilities here, their weakness ate at his limited patience. Force cultists, almost looking at them with his former Master's disdain for their filth. They were needed for what would come next, however unworthy they were to stand before him, one might be molded into better in time.

Giving them one more chance to strike him down and redeem themselves, he sidestepped so only one could attack him at once, putting them in each other's way, they moved clumsily, without precision, both trying to find a place to strike. Unlike his own men who could move as a unit, acting in support of each other. He'd seen enough.

"Now."

The area lit up from all sides.

Darth Xyrah · Feb 25, 2023

Objective: Seek and Destroy
Post: 4

Sofiel

Lucia Naberrie

Saryn gracefully force jumped into the air to avoid the oncoming crumpled magnaguard, the other moving in to engage Temerant in melee while Saryn landed behind it. A soft giggle escaped his lips. "Master? Oh, my dear. He's not my master. He's my husband.", he said, adapting an offensive stance after surprising his opponent with that sudden bombshell reveal. "And if I were a coward, Temerant, I would not have bothered to face you alongside my beloved now, would I?"

He then quickly surged forward, using the distraction his Magnaguard was providing to also harass Temerant's defenses. He moved at greater speed than before with his strikes, wielding his yellow lightsaber blades with graceful finesse. He wasn't personally trying to kill Temerant. He was a talented Sith who offered much to the bigger picture, and such a loss would be a blow to their order. Still, he intended to educate him on how dangerous he really was. Each stroke of his blade was calculated, intending to batter Temerant's defenses but not break them, nor leave himself open. A stalemate, as it were, but one he could maintain for a good while while his husband dealt with Empyrean's lapdogs.

Meanwhile, on the platforms above and balconys overlooking the fight, a large number of SB-X-series Droid Commandos as well as several more of his Magnaguards entered the chamber. Yet they did not interfere with the battle below. Saryn had ordered them not to engage unless his or his husband's command was given. He didn't want their fun to be ruined too early, after all.

Quintessa · Feb 26, 2023

Location: Engineering Sub Levels - Malsheem
Objective: III - Assassin vs. Speedster
Tags:

Taresa Kae

An assassin in the midst.

A dazzling blur of motion, Quintessa raced down to engineering with blinding speed, passing squads of crimson-clad strand-casts on patrol and groups of busy technicians working to fix the damage caused to the station by infiltrators. Before long, Quintessa had made her way down to the engineering sub levels and soon, she was no longer following the map on her OmniLink, but rather, slain bodies.

She could only hope that they might lead her to the assassin.

Carrying her stiletto in one hand and a chakram in the other, Quintessa channeled her indigination at the thought of heretics violating the sacred ark with the stench of their apostasy into focus. In doing so, the speedster extended her Sense out into the currents of the Force, glancing down just as she glanced down at the body of another victim, one who had been stabbed in the back and the throat.

The speedster’s Sense flared when she saw that the wounds were fresh, blackened by poison. The assassin was close now. Dangerously so.

The tiny Asa’nyx continued ahead, coming up on another corpse a few meters from the last. She glanced down, quickly assessing the wound to the back—the blade having punctured the victim’s heart. Nevertheless, once more stepping past the corpse, Quintessa extended her Sense outward before coming to a halt.

Something told her that she was being watched.

Pulsiva Bodysuit
- Gauntlets
  - FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
- Sith Talisman
  - Spirit Anchor
  - Amulet of Many
- Utility
  - Supernal Infusion
  - FAE/U-01 “Serenity” Anti-Signal Field System
Dancer’s Wheels
Quintessa’s Twin Lightsaber Shotos
Krath Council Stiletto

Taresa Kae · Feb 27, 2023

Objective: Seek and Destroy
Personal Mission: Find information on the fighting sides.
Location: Malsheem Engineering Sub Levels
Opponent:

Quintessa

Timing was everything.

Hunting Judgment was like hunting an especially annoying cat running amok around your living room.

Judgment's victims were usually taken quietly, dagger, saber, or whatever she was feeling in the mood for. One was simply force drained of life completely, his face a pale off-color as she left him, having given into her need for sustenance. Leaving a small trail of bodies to track, the assassin seemed to be in her element. None were taken head on, almost all were attacked from behind, above, or sometimes below. This might be a clue as to what was about to happen.

Training would demand she deployed the occasional sensor device to mimic her life signature, or jam any tracking. Force sense might let her opponent know something was watching her but probably not where the Kae killer was. Force concealment was a trademark of the assassin when around force users and her stealthfield blinded the visual spectrum.

Grappled above her target, Taresa had her second favorite approach. One device blinked repeatedly to any sensors that she was to the left of Quintessa. It even came with a holorecording of very faint footsteps and a weapon being drawn, a soft recording like someone was trying to sneak up at her. Simple technology but often effective, this often drew prey to judgment or confused them.

From behind Quintessa, a smoke grenade dropped down the corridor, slowly giving off a potent screen that might envelop her target's position, or blind both women from sight, perhaps drawing her attention there.

But nothing came.

Back to the left of her, the recorded sound for Quientessa now became a drowning white noise, attempting to blind her hearing. A timed trap, slowly depriving the senses of her prey one by one.

Dropping silently to Quintessa's right, there could be a great warning in the force now that she was about to be shot from her right side. An Anti-Riot Tangle Gun fired a pelt through any smoke at whatever was in the hallway. Exploding on contact with the air, its multi-meter webbing meant accuracy wasn't needed, and would pin to squeeze on contact with any warm surface. This usually didn't kill but the pressure it exerted was sometimes fatal.

The black form of an assassin became fully visible in the force and possibly by sight momentarily, but like any frustrated owner of a stubborn feline knew, that would not last long. Its form was reflective in nature, like something was causing interference around it, a broken mirror-like effect or projection.

Loadout

Armor: Asherian Sentinel Armor | Voice Recorder | Holoprojector
Wrist: A-MWD1
Hands: Anti-Riot Tangle Gun
Belt: OFF Stealth Field Generator | OFF Verpine Energy Shield. One active at once. | Throwing Vibro-Knifes x 4 | a-pm1 Medkit
Waist: Dauntless Combat Blades x2 | Lightsaber | Smoke Grenades x 3/4 | Ion Grenades x 2
Hips: Pistol Verpine shatterguns x2
Back kit: Voice Recorder+Player x 9/10 | Small Holoprojector x 10

Poison Used on Blades: Rock Worrt Venom

Darth Temerant · Feb 27, 2023

TAGS:

Lucia Naberrie

Temerant snarled as the magnaguard descended upon him, only for Xyrah to renew his attack with increased intensity. His movements became erratic as he kept the pair at bay, lightsaber switching lengthes as he married different styles into an ecclectic and dangerous combination. Still, they had him on the defensive, the man needing pinpoint focus to fend the pair off - even if he did not sense lethal intent from Saryn's attacks... yet.

Xyrah's revelation was, indeed, shocking. They had no intelligence on the nature of their relationship being so intimate. But what was more disturbing yet was that the dark lords knew his name. Only a handful of individuals knew his identity in the entire Imperium, the man more often than not little more than his badge number. That the Kainite had accessed such deeply classified information, that such deadly enemies had their sights on him despite his best efforts was... more than a little perturbing. He had done his best to remain hidden, even amongst his own people. But now Ophidia, Empyrean and even the Lord of Black Iron... They saw him.

He shook his head. He had to focus.

"So you wear a ring around your finger rather than your neck. A slave by another name is still a slave," the man suggested dismissively, still trying to get a rise out of Xyrah. For all of Saryn's power and resources, for all his ability, his mind was still his greatest asset. The last thing he wanted was for his opponent to remain calm and collected. "And cowards only fight the battles they think they will win," he argued as he duck out of the way of the magnaguard's strike, lightsaber rising to block in quick succession Xyrah's lightning fast attacks, barely able to steal glances at the fights between the others. His taunts were as much an attempt to throw his opponent off their game as it was to buy himself some thinking time, weighing tactical options. Xyrah was toying with him, keeping him locked. He had to find a way to turn the tables, to make them take a false step. "You hide behind his power. Behind your little toy soldiers. How low the Kainate has fallen, that it must rely on fabricated loyalty!" he growled as he dodged another attack from the magnaguard, moving in to strike at where his studies and engineering knowledge suggested it might house his power source, the heat of his Lignan crystal providing an extra edge in cutting power - or as it were, melting power, before going back on the defensive. "They say your husband displays no emotion..." he grunted as they clashed anew. "I wonder if the myth will hold true when I cut you in twain."

"X3!" he called into his comms then. "Engage weapon systems remotely! Focus fire on

Darth Carnifex !"

"At once, Master," the droid complied, their ship's laser cannon's shifting to aim at the Lord of the Kainate. "...Let's just hope he doesn't take it personally," he remarked as he opened a laser barrage against the enemy. Of course, neither of them had any hopes that it would actually harm a being such as Carnifex, but hopefully it would distract and inconvenience him enough to buy Ophidia's apprentices some time.

He disengaged, free hand diving into his jacket as he whirled to deliver a powerful slash: however, it was merely intended to disguise his true intention, an ion grenade flying with the Force towards

Lucia Naberrie 's feet, the device going off on impact with the floor in an attempt to catch her in its range and slow her down.

He immediately jumped backwards, unleashing a powerful stream of lightning towards Xyrah in an attempt to pin him down.

"Apprentice!" he called for

Sofiel . "Let loose!"

Sofiel · Feb 27, 2023

Particle beams and sonics rounds. Tools used specifically to kill Force Users. She'd read up on them in one of her books. To beat down those with the Force, mortals invented quite the tools to do it. Like this abomination in fake flesh. She moved as fast as any trained Force User could, but there was no real essence to them. And it both sickened and annoyed Sofiel to watch them. At least X3 looked the part of a droid.

"What pervert would give such a fleshy body to a toy?"

Vortruz moved then, their black body spreading and growing around Sofiel further than it had prior. The white mask split, it's size already larger than Sofiel herself, back into the void of nothing. The shots came, but they'd never reach her.

Darth Temerant said:
"Apprentice!" he called for Sofiel. "Let loose!"

The red glow formed within the void as she raised her hand before turning it towards not the droid. Temerant's grenade was all the space she'd need. No, she focused on the creator. A red bolt of lightning ripped out, not of this world. Not of an Acolyte. A Devil's power, born from the Nether, all to obliterate her Master's foe.

Darth Carnifex |

Darth Temerant |

Lucia Naberrie |

Darth Malum of House Marr |

Taresa Kae |

Darth Centax

Quintessa · Feb 28, 2023

Location: Engineering Sub Levels - Malsheem
Objective: III - Assassin vs. Speedster
Tags:

Taresa Kae

Quiet.

Quintessa allowed her Sense to encompass the area, but it wasn’t her powers which registered something first, but rather, her ears. The hypersensitive appendages twitched at the sound of a weapon being drawn, at which point the tiny Asa’nyx casted one of her chakrams towards the direction of the noise in a fast, straight throw. With her hearing being as precise and powerful as it was, she had a good chance of striking whatever was the source of the sound, but she didn’t make a second attempt at hitting the device before calling the chakram back into her grasp.

Given the circumstances, the Asa’nyx decided that she couldn’t afford to go for long without a weapon immediately in both hands.

The smoke came a moment later, compelling Quintessa to swap to infrared vision via a quick mental command. Her Farsight exploded in warning a few seconds later, at which point the small-statured Acolyte let her stiletto fall to the ground before manifesting a telekinetic impulse with the same hand—a concussive shockwave of pressurized air intended to knock the projectile off course. Then, with a blindingly fast motion the speedster picked her stiletto up from the ground, sheathed the weapon on her left boot, and swapped it for her second chakram. The stiletto was of little use to her now, but it would be quite the opposite for whoever was after her.

Taresa Kae said:
The black form of an assassin became fully visible in the force and possibly by sight momentarily, but like any frustrated owner of a stubborn feline knew, that would not last long. Its form was reflective in nature, like something was causing interference around it, a broken mirror-like effect or projection.

Presented with something resembling a target, Quintessa yet hesitated, drawing her arm back though refraining from throwing the chakram in her grasp. Nevertheless, the speedster decided that she had to make a play now, or suffer the consequences of passivity.

She needed to turn the fight upside down.

Kicking into a sprint, albeit one not overtly-enhanced by Force Speed, she ran up the nearby ceiling via a shift in her Inertia, reducing the effects of gravity on her body. It was an ability she had mastered—her first in that regard—in an effort to gain better control, maneuverability, and deceleration while harnessing Force Speed, but one which might now prove useful under a vastly different circumstance. In doing so, Quintessa positioned herself on the ceiling, her senses quickly adjusting to the reversal of her environment.

The assassin might still retain the advantage of stealth, but Quintessa intended to seize vertical superiority and potentially, leverage it in her favor.

Pulsiva Bodysuit
- Gauntlets
  - FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
- Sith Talisman
  - Spirit Anchor
  - Amulet of Many
- Utility
  - Supernal Infusion
  - FAE/U-01 “Serenity” Anti-Signal Field System
Dancer’s Wheels
Quintessa’s Twin Lightsaber Shotos
Krath Council Stiletto

Lucia Naberrie · Feb 28, 2023

Location: Starship Manufactory Complex - Malsheem
Objective: III - Protect Queen Xyrah
Allies:

Darth Xyrah
Enemies: