Wearing:
Resistance Epidermis
Armed with: Skin Shears (Purple, Double Bladed split saber)
Unlike practically everyone else, who was having literally the chittiest day ever, the Amalgam pranced through the battlefield as though she were on Cloud Nine.
She was having an awesome day! The most awesome day ever! She got to spend time with her daughter and grind her down psychologically, she got to gut smarmy, self righteous Jedi, and generally cause pain and suffering. The only thing that would make this better was if she had a vodka martini.
Would it have been shaken, or stirred? Does The Amalgam honestly seem like the sort who would give a damn?
The Amalgam's homicidal rampage carried her into thick crowds of warriors, flesh bunching up and bubbling disgustingly everywhere as she whipped her purple Lightsaber Staff into the heads and torsos of NIO and Imperial Knights, her body absorbing and metabolizing the Dark Side for constant nourishment.
Dantooine was a world saturated with Darkness. The Light was nothing but flicks of candle light that was slowly running out of wax to fuel itself, the Darkness inevitably waiting once the fuel was gone.
The Amalgam's Lightsaber style had all the ruthlessness of Laertia's, but with a staff. It showed its relationship in how she wasted very little of her movements even as she butchered people as painfully as she could, calling more purple lightning from the sky killing a trooper carrying a rocket pack. The explosion killed dozens nearby.
"I AM IN YOUR BASE!" The Amalgam shrieked like a demon as she violently bisected a Jedi painfully. "AND I AM KILLING YOUR
DOODZ!"
(Character Theme Song Power Up)
(Theme:
"License To Kill" by Gladys Knight)
The purple lightning erupted from her hands, leaping toward foes as she sank into her own blend of Form Six, the Darth Phyre within gleefully puppeting her from within without her knowledge as she slashed into three Jedi that tried to combat her directly. She hissed, flesh starting to crackle and burn as one used Force Light. But the swell of darkness on the planet, both from her fellow Sith and nearby structures made it a doomed effort, her body feeding and regenerating from the intense dark aura on the planet. The Jedi fell back as she closed in.
"Unholy Spirit...pour forth my hatred..." she hissed through warping, bubbling lips.
Purple fire vomited from her throat, made much stronger by the dark aura surrounding her. It couldn't burn or kill, but it could demoralize, eat away at hope, in an instant she torched a swath in front of her half a football field long, the Jedi and every Imperial Knight and Soldier flailing around in the throes of a nigh incurable misery and hopelessness that she directed to spread and grow larger as she channeled more of the darkness through her own body, the hate and fanaticism and despair of everyone in the immediate area around her to create giant but nonlethal flames that leapt from victim to victim, engulfing them in enforced despair, leaving them easy prey for Sith Soldiers who began to shoot and direct rocket fire and monsters on their positions.
Flesh pulling in so many different directions on her face and body from channeling so much Dark Energy that it times it seemed poised to rip itself off, the Amalgam walked into the purple blaze unaffected by her own flames, her hand clasped the face of a Jedi and she shuddered in delight as she began eating his soul in front of his friends, digesting his screaming mind for the multiple Witch Personas inside her. His body mummified in seconds as she dismembered him, her flesh settling down as it gained extra nourishment for the slaughter, though her flesh warped horrifically on her face every few seconds. She sprayed out purple bolts of lightning to kill the remaining two painfully, feeding on their dying agonies, face warping to a face similar to that of the pyrokinetic witch defending the Sith Temple at the moment before resetting to its prior appearance.
She sprinted into another crowd of soldiers smothered in purple flames, saber slicing through ankles and wrists, so they could be in physical and emotional agony.
One particularly mentally resilient Jedi charged through the flames, engaging her with fast and vicious Djem So attacks that came from overhead. Her strategy instantly went defensive, evading his fast heavy attacks, cackling at him not even making contact until she made an elegant spin to his side, twirling her staff above her...and taking his head off.
The Amalgam felt her daughter's power, and so did Darth Phyre inside her, who thirsted to escape this persona and kill her light side self. But it was not the right time. Julia still had to be broken emotionally. Uri (Who the Phyre Persona was also interested in for reasons of its own) also had to be driven to complete madness.
The surface Persona which was what remained of the Amalgam was simply ecstatic at sharing the battlefield with one of her daughters as allies, on a place that was special to Julia.
This exact spot in fact, was where Julia's parents had died. Maybe she should take Julia here after they finished a delightful afternoon of slaughtering the pure hearted.
Would that be too morbid? She wondered this as she snapped a soldiers neck, and spun kicked a thrown grenade back to its source.
You know the rule I taught you...the rotting Persona of her Master The Congregation hissed in her composite mind.
If you have to ask, its probably too morbid.
"Bad idea then. Save that for after I break her..." she mused to herself as she whipped her staff about in the purple blaze, reflecting blaster shots.
She was so proud of her daughter for hurting Jedi at long last...
OOC: Accepting challenges from interested Jedi!