Manifest Destiny | Dominion of Copero

[Darth Carnifex]

Vornskr shrugged his shoulders as he turned to regard [member="Darth Janus"], "Perhaps, but this way they will not see us coming...." That was when a horrible wrenching sound permeated the formerly silent air of the catacombs, and with a thunderous boom the section of the ceiling the Yuuzhan Vong were tinkering on collapsed down into the catacombs to reveal the lower levels of the palace above. This effectively cut off Kaine's words as he glanced above into the gaping wound in the stone above them, and without hesitation he activated his lightsaber with a blazing snap-hiss. He glanced from the hole to Janus beside him, and gave a wicked smirk as he reached down beside him, plucked up his metal helmet and gently slid it onto place atop his head. He then began to make his way towards where [member="Tsavong Kraal"] had disappeared up through the rubble.

He turned back to Janus one last time before he too bounded up into the palace.

"Until it is too late."

 

[Darth Odium]

Odium was mostly useless at anything but being a tool or a slave that did as instructed or given an objective and free reign to achieve it by any means available. He walked silently with his hands bound as he was marched through the street from the local starport to the palace of the Chiss things.

He had been bound in with hands infront of him and he wore simple slave clothes torn dirty and still more than he truly deserved. In his broken savage mind he was pleased with the situation. He hated them for their precision and superiority. He hated them for their rigidity and aristocracy but more than all for thier silly clothes and failure to bow to his Dark Lord.

He walked into the palace interrogation chambers to be searched before being brought in to answer for the deaths he caused just hours before when the Chiss stopped a 'pirate' vessel he was on.

One Chiss took his satchel and removed the large blood red crystal it contained and held it up.

"Where did you get this?" The chiss said.

Odium turned his head to the left and sighed.

"We can make you talk." The chiss warned.

Odium only smiled in reaponse and waited for the effort to be made before he showed them why he was the only survivor on the slave ship.

 

[Akanias]

The Sith Acolyte's ship exited from hyperspace. It's immersion back into real space seemed so sudden that it almost made Astraios sick., and he was forced to place his hand, mainly his palm, over his mouth and kept it shut. Space travel wasn't something that he particularly enjoyed, but when he was at the front of the ship and watching the lines of hyperspace, and seeing them turning back into pinpricks of white light? It gave him the urge to hurl.

But he wouldn't, he couldn't.

From there, his ship began to head down to the planet below.

 

[Darth Veles]

One of the many guards in the palace opened the door to the bathroom and entered, spending a minute or two in there. That was not unusual. Upon leaving, he almost bumped into another blue skinned humanoid, who stood in the door and blocked the way out. The two glared at each other before one guard, his uniform indicating a lower rank, suddenly raised his right hand and grasped the other one's throat, his arm strong enough to lift the guard off the ground and have him helplessly kick his legs in the air as the iron grip around his neck tightened. A disgusting, wet crack and the man's head slumped back, neck twisted in unnatural way. The attacker tossed the body back into the bathroom as the light around his body started to shift and change until the assassin vanished, the now dead man of a higher rank appearing in his place. The clone looked at the dead body of the original and hid the corpse in one of the cubicles. That was Veles' second kill of the day, the first one resting at the bottom of a sewer. That one allowed him to enter the palace, but his rank restricted him from messing with the security systems without being noticed. Having a higher rank, though... Several broken necks later, the disguised Mon Calamari assassin started piling bodies in the bathroom, each cubicle now locked to indicate it was occupied, each containing several fools who had received His regards.

Looking at the monitor in one of the security rooms, the assassin spotted another. [member="Darth Odium"], currently in the interrogation chambers. Casually pressing some buttons and entering a few commands, Veles disabled the alarms and cameras in the room where the Nautolan was being held. Just a little thing to ensure half of the Temple's guards wouldn't storm the interrogation chamber and overwhelm the Sith Knight in there...

Despite his efforts, some of the guards patrolling in the area still breathed. One of them entered the security room Veles stood in. Seeing the superior officer, the soldiers seemed puzzled at first. "Sir?" the Chiss asked, confused to see another doing something with the console, but seeing the other slowly turn around and slowly close the distance between them prompted the man to pull out his sidearm, aiming at the assassin. Not for long, as the barrel of his blaster melted, seemingly on its own, the surprised look would remain captured on his face as a burning hole suddenly formed in his head, eating away bone and tissue alike.

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

Tyrin watched as Zambrano plucked his ridiculously pointy helmet off of the ground and equipped it. It certainly fit Kaine's style, and Tyrin secretly pitied anyone the Sith happened to headbutt while wearing it. A reminder that there were worse things than death. With that done, Kaine and a number of others, the four-armed Vong beast among them, charged up the rubble. It sounded as though guards were already being called to the basement to respond. How delightful.

He unclipped his lightsaber from his belt and activated it with a flick before making his way up the rubble. Maybe there would be something worthwhile in this palace. Tyrin hadn't even been afforded the opportunity to pick over the ruins of the last facility he had raided with the One Sith. It was over far too quickly. This time around, maybe he could find enough time to really appreciate this.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra moved with a fluid motion, destroying the weapons of those that she could and only resorting to killing them if she needed to as she made for the stairwell. "Fox Face, make sure no one comes up behind us, got it?" She didn't look back and instead brought her blades length down as she adjusted the power regulators on them, their size shrinking to that of shoto blades so that she could use them without worrying about catching them on the wall and slowing her down. The first man down was unlucky, her blade cutting across his chest before being pushed into the man behind him with a blast of energy from her, slowly pushing her way up the stairwell towards groundlevel.

[member="Darth Tsolan"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Darth Janus"]

 

[Arturious Engel]

Location: Assault Force
Objective: Saber Whip eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeveryone


Arturious kneeled sitting on his heels with his eyes closed having found the position to be quite comfortable in meditation. He looked, listened, and felt through the force feeling one very familiar presence in the force and a few he did not recognize. The woman he had dueled his first few days at the academy. Another he knew from Csilla almost two weeks earlier. The others he had no idea who they were but shrugged it off.

Arturious was still on a bit of a high after Csilla. Arturious had begun to realize that he liked killing a little more than was probably appropriate. Then again he was no expert on Sith Philosophy or any Philosophy for that matter.

When the ceiling caved in Arturious smiled just a hair not even opening his eyes until after the last of the group had jumped through the opening and into the fray. Arturious then opened his eyes and stood walking with measured steps to the new opening taking a quick scan before activating his lightsaber and slowly stalking forward.

Once he breached the opening Arturious scanned quickly as the others hacked and sliced their way through anyone in their way. Arturious admired the scene before him it was glorious and overwhelming at the same time. Arturious leaped forward finding a suitable target to receive a clean slash watching the poor souls chest splash open for the first of hopefully many kills on this world.

[member="Tsavong Kraal"] [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] [member="Darth Tsolan"] [member="Sawa Ike"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Another silent nod came from the masked sith's head. With a quick turn, the man activated the other end of his saber, using it to deflect even more fire while the force aided his attacks. A whirlwind of red and power, he defended [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] as she had asked, refusing to let a single shot come towards her. Let it bark and let it howl but keep the leash in hand.

 

[Taral Mirtis]

Galen walked with the main invasion force, his hand on the hilt of his new sword from the Vong allies the Sith had. Feeding his blade had become second nature, and the pain it cause drove him into further levels of anger and rage. It was a conduit similar to the armor of Darth Bane's of the past, As they walked down the catacombs, Galen said nothing to any of his fellow sith. Instead, he lost himself within Bogan, Walking along calmly, Galen was lost in a raging torrent of hate and rage, feeding on the negative energy those emotions provided and transferring it to his new sword. The sentient blade, which Galen had come to call Thief, slurped hungrily the energy that Galen provided, and when the ceiling began to collapse, Galen smiled and leaped up with a powerful Force jump.

Landing heavily on the floor above, Thief was in his hands as he rushed forward to the nearest Chiss. Blade spinning as it tore into his enemy's gut, spilling organs on the floor. Galen reveled in the bloodlust, growling with pleasure as Thief seemed to sing with joy. Stepping forward from the first fallen Chiss, Galen continued forward, keeping his eyes set on the advancing Chiss guards, all the while keeping his senses tuned to his allies. Even though they were all Sith, Galen did not trust them fully yet. They were not [member="Azrael Dugarde"], they were not his savior from enslavement and death, and therefore they were not to be trusted just yet. Time would tell whether they could be. Until then, he would watch his allies as he watched his enemies.

 

[Sawa Ike]

Sawa moved seeing the shots and dodging, her body contorting and twisting to move around and away from the energy blasts. Her blades acting to balance her while slowly moving she built energy, her breathing and rotations until the air betwween her arms nd chest was balled and distorted. Sawa held up her hands and let it loose into a group of soldiers as it brought them all in and flung them around bringing her blades around to chop several of them up when they came near. She was enjoying it for the sith.

 

[Tefka]

[member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] [member="Darth Janus"] [member="Arturious Engel"]

"MOVE YOUR BUTTS," Tsavong turned to yell before emerging from the top of the pile of rubble into the basement. Blaster fire erupted from a nearby Csillian guard, hitting the Yuuzhan Vong square in the chest. The hybrid beast barely flinched, lunging into the air and tackling the man before descending into him rapidly with open claws. Talons shredder through the man as if the behemoth were a natural born butcher, the creature then leaping up the staircase and heading into the next room. More blaster fire. More yelling.

So much for surprise, Tsavong had alerted the whole damn palace.

"HROSHA-GUL," the Yuuzhan Vong screamed feverishly, the battle rage having taken complete hold over him as the four armed titan slammed one guard into the upper walkway of the palace. His left foot arced into the air and caught another guard by his face, slamming him with voracity into the duracrete below. Tsavong bent over violently to voraciously unleash a blood curdling roar in the lifeless corpse's face.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Darth Tsolan"]

"Fox face, were almost at the top and im going to cause a bit of panic with a surprise i brought with me, protect me while me and Eve set up the fireworks." A glint in her eyes shown, not the golden flecks of Hel but the pure being that came from her. It was excitement and wonder at what had been happening, and even while she didn't want to kill there was still a thrill she got from fighting, not a lust but a interest in its dynamics.

 

[Vulpesen]

The man gave a curt nod and took up a position around her, his stance turning defensive yet predatory. The shadow fox of the jedi seemed to be gone. This new being, it was what Marcus Faust had unleashed all those years ago. But now, it was refined and strong. The shadow fox had been caged. And in its place crouched the blood wolf who's piercing gaze caused hesitation from any common soldier who came face to face with the masked man. "You will not be touched."

 

[Taral Mirtis]

Galen danced from foe to foe. His blade and body moving as one as if he were at a ball. Combat was an art form to the hybrid, and it was one that he excelled at. Slipping under spinning vibrosword of a guard, he grabbed his opponent's crotch, and with the Force, extended the blade from his wrist, castrating the man before he spun and sliced the Chiss' head off with his blade. Smiling from beneath his hood, Galen leaped forward, following [member="Tsavong Kraal"]. Flipping over the behemoth of a Vong as he roared into a dead man's face, Galen glided from opponent to opponent. His body as a blur as he spun, deflecting incoming blaster fire, and slicing at enemies that approached to closely.

Compared to Tsavong, Galen was a delicate flower, and the two seemed to be fighting completely differently. Where Tsavong favored brute strength and brutal tactics, Galen danced and flowed. Each a beautiful sight to behold, and each properly serving their Dark Lord and Empire. Deflecting a bolt harmlessly to the ceiling, Galen extended his left hand and sent a wave of the Force towards approaching guards, knocking them down before grabbing an approaching Chiss by the throat and with Force empowered limbs, lifted the man up off the ground and crushed his windpipe. Today was a good day.

 

[Arturious Engel]

[member="Tsavong Kraal"] [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] [member="Sawa Ike"] [member="Darth Tsolan"]

Arturious leaped into a batch of guards slashing one across the chest before spinning and impaling another ripping out his saber and cleaving the head from another looking at the wave of new guards alerted by the combination of battle and the monster's loud bellows. Arturious aloud himself a brief moment to chuckle at the sight and paid for it as a blaster bolt grazed his left shoulder.

Cursing Arturious drew back his saber and thrust it through the man's skull ignoring the pain and pressing forward.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Darth Tsolan"]

She smiled and broke off from the fighting as she pulled from her side a detonite charge that would do more than enough damage to what she planned. It secured itself into the column and she continued to the next one as she began setting it and soon moved onto a third. Once the third was done she glanced at Vulpesen and grinned. "Hey Fox Face, time to get out of here." Her hand armed the detonators and she took off, her sabers back in her hands as she cut through two Chiss soldiers and left the rest to run to. Because when the charges blew, it would be a roof coming down on the area and any in the area would get flattened.

 

[Sawa Ike]

She was moving now, running at an enemy and as she lept up the sword that glowed with flames spit forth a stream of fire to incinerate the sword streaming with ice spitting out a shard that impaled itself into the head of another man. All of Sawa's skilled of attack coming in before she retrested back and stood at the ready allowing the force to dance through her body. The others were advancing while her smirk came with a double strike letting the elements go off into the man. "Die."

 

[Arturious Engel]

Arturious hacked and slashed his way up to the front of the group the singed flesh from his shoulder signaling his arrival shortly before he actually got to the head of the pact. Arturious stopped dead in his tracks as he got up to Darth Tsolan and Alexandra Cinthras.

Curious as to why the forward progress had been halted in started to speak.

"Did we make a wrong turn or ........................"

Arturious then noticed the first charge on the column.

"What in the........"

As Alexandra blew past him Arturious shook his head turning to follow out of range of the charges striking down two more Chiss as he went calling out to her.

"You know that is cheating...................."

[member="Tsavong Kraal"] [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] [member="Darth Tsolan"] [member="Sawa Ike"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen gave a curt nod and turned to dash out of area, staying even at Alexandra's side. As his feet carried him away from the coming explosion, he couldn't help but say one word, the first word he would say during his entire time in this mission. "Boom." How much more he would speak was unknown, but at least he had shone his presence behind the mask.

@Alexandra Cinthra

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Arturious Engel"] [member="Darth Tsolan"]

"Cheating, no its call instant renovations, and yup, time for the fireworks." She touched the side of her glove and in a moment the columns went one by one, coming down on anyone still in the area on the floor they were on. Alexandra had made sure to keep well away from the stairwell so that the assault team would not be trapped, but as the pillars fell so did the level ahead. Stones fell and with them the people on them, raining down as Alexandra turned with her blades ready and eyes watching. "Now, how about we take advantage of this..." She darted back towards the hole and jumped through it after climbing up onto the rubble pile in moments, the guards on the next floor wide eyed as her sabers lit up her armor and she grinned. "Hey, hows it going."