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The Cabur, Cuyan and an escort of corvettes left hyperspace above the world of Wayland. The last time she was here she fought beside the sith with a common enemy. The killer of Mand'alor the infernal. Her blind rage and Ca was the only reasons she survived that fight. Initially she had came to evacuate non Australis clans people. As to no surprise the dar'manda and his spawn forced the star destroyer to stay grounded unable to serve it's purpose. However it was still intact but with no power left. Inside was a moderate amount of astromechs, power droids, and other kinds. Ig-88, the people of House Solus and the Nite owls was already aboard their respective gunships and transports ready to descend down to the world.

Fleet - Objective BYOB

The commander of the Solus fleet Bir Solus stood on the bridge of the Cabur looking down on the world, She could see the scars that was left here before. The destroyed mountain with a large sith base standing from out the creator, close up images showed the city that was scorched. Even the trench carved from a falling destroyer. Her mission was to act as a blockade. A wall to keep people in. With no enemy vessels in the space there was no need to play her card. The Cuyan was a modified Kandosii dreadnaught what had a powerful interdiction field. "All fighter crew are to stand by." She said over the internal coms then swapped to the fleet coms. "Cuyan remain in the back, two corvettes will stay with you, rest of us loose wall formation."

Her head would look side to side through her visor seeing the corvettes move into position, the Cabur would be in the middle of the three corvettes on either side mixed in was the M30-S Krayt Gunships and the C-046 Vehicle transports. "Gunships you are clear to make your decent. Clan Kandosii please hold."

Cynthia - Objective 2


"Copy that commander." The pilot said of the M30-S Krayt gunship Cynthia was in. "We are making our decent. Once you are clear to jump lights will go green." The co-pilot said over coms since there was no windows. The alor of Clan Solus stood from her seat and moved so the ramp was behind her. "Listen up vod. Our teams will be splitting up for this mission. Strike team one your task is the AA, it is priority this gets taken down so we may bring in walkers. Strike team two, our group will aiding the nite owls on their breach of the fortress, once inside you be braking off in two, a team to remain with the nite owls and one to the shield generator. We have the largest team for this mission as I expect our team to have the largest resistance. Support teams, you will be setting up line of site positions, you will aid our people from afar as well as reporting anything happening on the outside, may that be reinforcements or ships leaving you are our eyes. Lastly Medical team you will be setting up a medical camp at the Hammerhead star destroyer along with a team of engineers. There should be medical droids still in working order engineers your priority is those medical droids then the astromechs."

The gunship began to rumble as it entered the atmosphere. The woman would turn around stood in the middle with mag boots locked, the others would stand in lines holding tight onto the mesh. The red light lit up as the ramp lowered bringing on the loud sound of rushing air. She could not see much as they used the cloud to cover their position, from where she stood could make out some of the other gunships too. Cynthia could feel the gunship level out and knew the light would turn any second.

"Jurkad."

Said Kreslin's voice over the coms and in that moment the light turned green. Her mag boots would unlock as she dived forwards and rolled to face the opposite way. Her lifeform scanner turned active allowing her to notice Aloy had jumped the same time as her. Streamlining her body the woman darted towards the Nite Owl Alor forming up at the side of the woman. She'd look over and nod before facing the ground again. There was no feeling compared to that of free fall. The air pushed against you and yet like a bullet you'd slice through it.

Not before long Cynthia ignited her jetpack as perfect blue coned flames burst from out the thrusters as she manoeuvred herself to bleed speed for her landing. As she came down her multi weapon was prepared in its gun forum. Her finger squeezed sending out a fast shot that pulverised the person in plastoid armor. Her thumb would flick a switch turning it into the spear configuration and just as she came down the tip would impale the dar'manda next to the one just vaporised.

Jerking the spear from out the body a round would find its self hitting Cynthia in the midriff plate. She felt the impact shock through however it did not phaser her to much as it was not the first time. The spear would fold up as the woman placed it onto her back and swapped for the shotgun that would do more for her now. As the woman in red and gold armor moved for cover she would fire a round into one of the sith death watch. The plastoid plating would shatter along with a spray of blood from shredded skin and deeper. Looking around she saw many now landing.

Clan Solus + Clan Kandosii - Objective Mixed

The mandalorians would listen to the orders given by Cynthia Solus as she gave them the rundown of their tasks once more. There was not a single person that spoke during. They knew what was about to go down and most of them heard about what happened here months ago before they was freed by Clan Solus. A signal of attack came thought the coms. Strike team one and two would leap from their gunships and followed those leading the attack in. It was not till last minuet that AA had began to light them up. Although their rushed firing did not land them many hits.

Strike team one darted towards the AA landing as close as they could before braking into firefights for control. Strike team two would join the forces for the main assult. Blaster fire traded back and forth, Explosions of grenades momentarily lighting up the dark plateau with orange bursts of flames. "Support team how long till you are set up." "Pair three and four should be ready in forty seconds." "Copy. You six move up along the left" Rava said pointing to a huddled group that had just landed. She would turn to see the next group. "You guys along the right. Rest of my squad Cover them, then move up as they cover up."

The support team had split off into fifteen pairs with advantage points all around. It would take time for them to reach their positions as they all had varying distances to move. Pair three and four was the first to reach their locations as they turned scopes onto the battle. Between them they would begin taking out the ones that peeked cover that was showing the most threat. Soon pairs eight to ten reached their positions that had a line of sight for a few of the AA turrets. Unable to shoot the ones that was operating them they began to pick off the support crews as the others fought the Death watch.

Unlike the others that had gone straight for battle there was one team left that made a b-line for the downed hammerhead. They knew Cynthia had a plan in mind for the hammerhead downed Star destroyer. Even though it would not fly again without fixing the destroyed engines the ship was still somewhat operational once powered up. They could hazard a guess that it would be turned into a base of some kind for the likes of house solus.

As they came down towards the hanger they would see the field of destroyed terrain, the hanger bay was still accessible and that was where the medical teams would set up. It was not to far from the fortress but far enough that it was a safe place for wounded. It was around a three minuet flight away which was perfect. Corl Solus and Jayda Solus was the lead here. In battles like these it was rare the couple would be together due to their roles. Corl was one of the lead battle medics apart of clan Solus and Jayda was an accomplished mechanic. She would rush off into the ship with the small team she had to begin activating droids. She had been told they'd respond to those of clan solus.
 

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Content Warning: This is pretty intense and is basically akin to the flashback scene with Second sister from fallen order. This might be overly dark and edgy

When the Jedi knelt down to check the the condition of the Sith she would find herself looking at the armored shell of a woman, the outside exterior that was for most all they would ever gaze at, and all they would ever know. This was the image that the Sith wanted everyone to see, the image that she wanted to be. Powerful and formidable, to have anything that made her weak to the guile manipulations, or attachments that had existed to hurt her in the past. But this shell was like all shells, a hollow case to hold within a vulnerable weak object which was the prison of her mind, the scars of her body, and all the pain she had carried with her with each and every enduring step. The Jedi was now doing something very risky, trying to crack the shell, to pierce the defenses that both it's subject and this outsider were protected by, and to risk seeing the gooey viscous yolk that would pour out.

When the Jedi grabbed the helmet, years upon years of emotional associations, brooding and hateful self destructive meditations would now begin to flow to her as the collective aftershock would begin to manifest and move her in a fit of psychometry. She might feel her vision haze her body begin to ache, and her mind sudden feel an intrusion of thoughts and memories shoot into her mind, suddenly the world of Ryloth disappeared as she was now overcome by a black void where collective images would hazily come to form.

Eyes shot open and now arms would begin to wiggle and move only to find them constricted to a chair, synthetic rope and cord used to bind her to the chair. An elevated heartbeat was racing, the rope's sickly appalling taste in her mouth as she looked around what was once the host of the best vacation she had to a new unknown hell and in front of her was a man. Someone who's mind conjured up associations and words of comfort, advice, safety and a wisdom that she let guide her every action after he entered her life. Someone who would do her wrong.

But why was he smiling? Why had his face contorted from it's usual caring expression to a grin of pure malice? Questions kept building and building and building demanding answers... Answers she wished she never heard as she heard her life unravel in front of her terrified eyes. Someone who was the sun of her world was now mocking her, telling her that their relationship was a farce, every word didn't matter, every expression of love just a thing to keep her hooked on him like a drug. And with it there was one sentence that stuck out to the Corellian's mind that would occasionally whisper into the recesses of her mind when she was alone. One that came after a gagged cry.

"Mmhhhyyphm?!" (Why)

"Simple really! I have a type, everyone does really. Some lust after Echani, or Zeltrons, some search for a dom, some search for a younger or older partner. That's not what I search for, really it's not your looks or any of that that has drawn me to you. You're rather boring and average in that regard. No I go a little deeper. See underneath all of that in that little piece of gray matter that plucks away that's where I find my type. He explained so trivially it was like someone describing what pet they preferred.

"See what you are is simple. You're a slut. Not the normal kind you think of when I say that, no no no no. I'm not that shallow. See you're damaged goods, still haven't figured out where you got your damage, but it radiates off of you. You are desperate, you think you're nothing and you tried to pass yourself off like that. You're secretly looking for someone to validate you and whisper all those lovely lies of how special you are, and how I understand you, how much you matter. Such massive lies, yet you eat it up like the glutton you are, and you practically wrapped yourself around my finger without me having to do a thing. It was fun! However the fun dies off sweetheart, after a while I tire of the parasite I let leech off of me for comfort and I must move on. You outlasted your welcome dear..."

Everything died away from the vision only to be absorbed by the sheer pain it brought. Then with it suddenly the pain of her heart being crushed and mangled by the strings she let tie around herself were replaced by something new. The void was now replaced by a brilliant burning orange as the entire room was engulfed in flame, skin raged away, nerves calling out in their singing death throes and an instinct took over. Thoughts disappeared, there was only one thing driving her. Survive. Underneath this there was something flowing inside her. White hot, something that caused her head to feel like a spike was being driven up to the core of brain from her spine. It empowered her as body now forced her self up, pieces of synthetic material now emitting a putrid smell as they weaken and burned in the flame and weakened their hold on the broken woman. She managed to get and without a thought her feet propelled her as slammed through an old fashion glass window. Shards cut her and the brilliant fire contrasting it's heat with searing cold. There was an impact, and then a blur until she found herself drowning in an icy darkness. The haze continued until faintly the body washed up on shore, eyes meekly closing barely registering a black boot stepping down near her.

Sakadi's view of the vision would recede into blackness briefly until she it slammed back into position in the form of someone walking down a hall in a Sith temple. At the end of the great chamber was a masked Sith in robes waiting for her. The body was now clasped in obsidian colored armor, sans for her head which remain exposed. Sensations of pain were constant in her body. Nerves that were constantly jammed on, joints that found themselves lacking cartilage causing them to grind against each other. Each step was a new nightmare. Yet it felt right, it felt good. Walking up to the robed Sith she could almost feel the smile underneath his mask, as Skylar introduced herself to the master and bowed. taking a meditative kneeling position in front of him. Red crimson came to life from his lightsaber. The blade brought over Skylar's head.

"You came before us a shattered husk, your body was weak, pathetic. Yet you had the power within to refuse your fate. To control the force rather then let it guide you to your death. You continue to refuse even now. You could have eased that pain within you, but you let it fester, you let it enhance your connection to the dark side. Even as overseers noted how you managed to defeat apprentices and knights who didn't have to fight with your limitations." The Sith would then move his saber down to over her left shoulder, crimson plasma burning away next to her ear. The Sith would then move it towards her head in what would be a decapitating move, though the darkside would call out from her and force the blade to push up and go over her head instead before falling to hover over her other shoulder. A pleased nod came from the sith as he extinguished his blade.

"Rise Knight Targrin" With that call the kneeling Sith apprentice would rise a knight. The robed Sith would extend out a helmet. The new knight grabbed it and would put the helmet on as a sealing hiss would emanate. The Sith looked back.

"Skyler died back on Carlac. I am now Amur."

A blink would whisk the temple away. Now it fixated on something different. The industrial world of Chad. A woman was tending to her elbow, as she could feel it cry out in pain as the bones briefly had had dislodged from the joint. Looking at the woman words came up in association. Kind, sweet, innocent, intriguing. Curiosity brimming until suddenly a piercing question was asked.

"Why are you in so much pain? I can see it, all of it. There's ways to fix it."

Amur would answer telling Kalanda she had "...Fell in love with a lie...". Her mind was now fixating back to being burned on Carlac, even as the Witch tried to be a beacon for her. Still the pain and shame just wrapped around her like binding wire. Ensnaring her with an anger that was demanding to lash out. A moment of concern suddenly came out for the fate of the witch and with that she uttered something like a plea.

"I'm not sure it's safe for you to be near me right now. You should go..." Though with it came a promise to watch over her if she came back into Sith territory.

The memory faded away as the industrial haze and yellow atmosphere disappeared and was replaced by a turbo lift. A screaming beast had grabbed onto her and one of it's claws deep within her side before tossing her like it was nothing. The witch from the earlier vision was back, and had briefly repelled. The witch was now trying her best to care for her, but a heavy fear was now laced into the Sith's head. The fear of dying, and the fear she wouldn't be able to tell the witch how she truly felt. Memories of them being together floating in her mind before seeing a Star Weird coming down to try and Slice Kalanda's throat. The dying Sith quickly raised her arm and sent a current of lightning that killed it. Her limb dropping to the ground. Her vision was blurring and fading but she still there was a need to tell her atleast one final set of words in case it was to be her last.

"I... love you..."

The vision seemed to begin to welter and die off, as the turbo lift faded and now there was nothing but the dark to encapsulate the Jedi forced along this ride of memories. Then she could hear something. Whispers. They were faint, indistinguishable, yet the Jedi could perhaps register a feeling of guilt begin to manifest in her by proxy. The whispers, were the machinations of Amur's mind, a live retelling of what played in her head at the worst moment of her entire life. They grew louder and louder. Quick fervent whispers that trudged along in a manic song.

Look at all she does for you. you like you're little willing slave? How are you going to hurt her now. That's all you do ever do. You're nothing, you're just a sack of flesh that leeches off others like a parasite. It be easier for her if you were just dead. But you can't bear to hurt her do you? Yet you cause it anyways!

LOOK AT WHAT SHE DID TO HERSELF
THIS WAS DONE FOR YOU

The whisper turned into SCREAMS, THAT RIPPED INTO THE FLESH OF AMUR'S MIND, HANDS TUGGING AND RIPPING AND CLAWING AT HER HEAD TEARING IT APART BIT BY BIT AND THEN JABBING A KNIFE INTO WHAT REMAINED. HER ENTIRE BODY FEELING LIKE IT WAS BEING RAKED OVER WITH SAND THAT TORE AWAY AT HER, AS IT FELT LIKE THE HANDS WERE RIDING UP HER BODY BEFORE CLASPING AROUND HER NECK.

She was in a medical bay looking at the concerned eyes of her love as, caring more about Amur then she was about her own self as Amur's eyes remained permanently fixated on her arm. A blackened husk with a green substance that occasionally leaked, similar to the Ichor of Dathomir. Thoughts kept raging of Kalanda shooting fire out of her hands even as it burned and tormented her love. The chorus was now one giant cacophony of noise that wouldn't stop as she desperately wished to just retreat, to disappear from the universe and make everything just stop. The pain was overwhelming and then she felt it.

She felt her throat get pressed on and her windpipe get clasped shut. Breath eluded her as the voices screamed at her and overwhelmed her mind. The Sith struggled for air and nearly tried to cry out for air before she finally managed to dispel the Force away from her neck. Oxygen came flowing in as silently the revelation had hit her. She had just force choked herself.

The Sith was broken, shame over how useless she was now eating away at her. She couldn't do anything right. She was just a burden, just a parasite. She couldn't do anything. She wanted to be strong, to try and ease the pain inside Kala as she watched this unfold but she couldn't. She couldn't be the one to smile and lie. With it came the two most painful words she ever spoke in her life. After muttering these words she would turn and walk away like the coward she truly was.

"I'm sorry"

The vision would recede. Sakadi would find now she was back on Ryloth, touching a shattered helmet again. The Sith still passed out and at her mercy. What she would decide to do with this new found snap shot of the Sith's life was up to her. Atleast it was over.
 
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