Public Ozymandias

[Darth Strosius]

Objective 1: Stop the Kingslayers
Location: Odavessa, near the Khartsis Pyramid
Equipment: Lightsaber, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Wyatt Morga / Alina Tremiru / Darth Ophidia
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The display of technique and skill between the dueling Sith and Jedi before him was astounding. Alisteri almost couldn't take his gaze off of it, hardly noticing that more Sith had arrived until one had their head severed by the Jedi. He had no idea who this Wyatt Morga was but it was apparent that this fight would not be over quickly like he had hoped.

Fire from orbit soon rained down on the capital city, thankfully seeming to not be too close to the Pyramid as they were, but it's bombardments were indiscriminate and brutal.

He turned away from the action for a moment to observe as the shots fell onto the city like a disparate storm. Those weren't from Jedi ships either, not with how random and chaotic the bombardments were. His gaze shifted as he noticed a dark cloud gathering above the Pyramid, his gaze narrowing as he began to catch on to what was happening. "That son of a-" The masked Sith was interrupted as a shockwave from a nearby shot finding its mark rocked the ground, some of the other Sith that had began arriving falling over or tumbling down steps from the shaking.

This wasn't going to end well, evacuation didn't seem to be a priority. Alisteri suppressed a growl and looked back at the fight to see his master reappearing with a flurry of strikes against the Jedi. They were running out of time. "Master! Alina! Finish this up quickly, that damnable Worm is going to get us all killed!" If only such a concept was foreign and unrealistic.

Not that he didn't trust his fellow Sith to be able to kill a single Jedi, but he wasn't content to leave it to chance. Lightning crackled between the fingers of his free hand as he raised it and aimed at the Jedi Master, glaring at his target. With any luck, he would get the chance to kill a Jedi and the Worm Emperor both in one day.

With that thought in mind, he loosed a bolt aimed right as the Jedi's heart.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Alina wasn't as lucky to avoid getting a boot to the face. Still in a handstand and midswing of the incredibly heavy weapon all she could do was take it and flounder back. There was a crack of bone as she rolled with it. Broken jaw. Pain. She hissed under her breath as she stood. Thankfully, the broken jaw was already starting to heal. Well, not thankfully. The pain of bone setting itself back to normal wasn't painless.

And now the Jedi was taunting her. She'd of enjoyed to share words if not for the bombardment around them. As Ophidia charged in, she turned her gaze up. Stared blankly as the sky came crashing down.

The Worm. The fucking Worm and his followers. Again they failed, and again it was those on the front lines who were going to have to pay for it all. The Acolytes. Knights. All those sent to protect the Lords and their fancy rituals. She had half a mind to turn and charge into the pyramid and behead them all. If she was stronger, she might've just done that.

"Master! Alina! Finish this up quickly, that damnable Worm is going to get us all killed!"

Her gaze shifted. The smell of ozone burning filled her nose. Alisteri was going to fight, then? Her golden eyes found him, lightning dancing between his fingers. And the Knight grinned. She rushed forward, using her inhuman speed to close the gap. She came up from behind Ophidia, but rather than try to strike through the Assassin she actually went to support. Use her large blade to strike for the Jedi's legs. Get him to jump so Alisteri's bolt wouldn't miss.

But if it did, well, Alina's blade continued it's arc up after the strike. All to absorb the energy into the blade so it wouldn't go to waste.

Darth Strosius | Darth Ophidia | Wyatt Morga

 

[Njal The Black]

Njal may have more strength than the Jedi - but he didn't have more speed. His braid was gripped an ripped down, forcing Njal's head back as he cried out in pain. He was tossed the ground, axe barely in his grasp - but his heart was ablaze with fury. He grabbed Caltin Vanagor 's leg with a mighty hand - and used what momentum he had to swing his axe backwards over his form.

It wasn't a pretty strike - but it would serve one of two purposes. Either to seperate them and give Njal a chance to stand up, or to strike the Jedi down. He didn't expect much of either - but it would do. A shame he wasn't a true Sith - never did have the training to use the Force. Would've been nice right now, he considered - before the blood sport he was involved in took control once more.

Caltin Vanagor

 

[Wyatt Morga]

The sensation of death and strain hit Wyatt like a tsunami, nearly buckling his knees. The Force seemed to wretch at the carnage, the pain and suffering of an entire world overwhelming his sensibilities. We're he any less trained he'd puke - but as the air filled with the sharp sting of spent tibana gas and ozone, he had little choice but to steel himself against the growing threat.

He had to end this quickly, knowing the other Jedi needed his help. The danger now, however, was that he faced an army - and worse than that, he faced The Pale Assassin. Her form appeared next to him and his blade caught hers - again and again as he let the Force guide his actions. He was a remarkable duelist, but his attention could not fall from her's for long - alone she was a threat, but with this many she was a death sentence.

The Force called to him like a whisper - so much like an echo it bothered Wyatt. Between the Dark Side's dominating presence on this planet and some foreign void that seemed so close, his precognition felt less like truth and more like rumors. He relied more and more on his physical instincts than his metaphysical - proving dangerous as Ophidia pushed him back.

A strike to his legs. Now.

He timed it to leap over - but when he was airborne the snap of lightning met him. It was all he could do to bring his blade in front of him and block it - but the blast launched him backwards, rolling as he hit the ground. Another Sith approached, another behind that one - both cut down as soon as they got close to Wyatt. Blood from a cut on his head trailed into his face as he stood fully - azure blade hanging from a tightly bound fist.

"I do not know what caused you to become like you are - but know I do this out of a need for justice."

As though he had to justify what he was about to do.

With his hand opening upwards, he gripped everyone in front of him in a wave - Sith who rushed to the aid of the Dark Council Member raised upwards and floated about as Wyatt closed his eyes to focus. His fingers twitched, clenched as he brought them higher - then with a brutal strength, he slammed them back down. A dozen Sith turned to bloody smears - a dozen more hesitating to join their friends.

A second wave blasted them back - followed by Wyatt himself launching back towards Ophidia and Alina. A blade to Alina's shin, a cut back to Ophidia's waist, back and forth between the two until he could force one out of the fight. All the while, trying to keep the further Darth Strosius in his view.

Darth Ophidia // Alina Tremiru

 

[Oran Khan]

His bravado faded for a second when he sensed the incoming rocket. Offering little more than a quick 'Oh', he rolled to the side, then flipped from the concussion of the explosion. Before he could even stand - a pistol round his thigh carapace, but the rest were batted away by his reignited lightsaber. Standing to his full height - Oran grimaced at the beskar clad mandalorian.​

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So few of them had come - it was a shame. Oran thought if he killed enough, perhaps he'd become famous - get a nickname, like 'Can Opener'. Probably needed some work.​

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"If you insist.", Oran said with a fanged grin.​

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He lurched forward, bringing his lightsaber down in a great arc before following it up with a heavy knee to the Mando's gut - hoping to launch him back for another flurry of blows.​

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Varik Awaud​

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

“Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.” - Sun Tzu​

Primary Objective

The axe struck more true than he thought. The edge of the blade struck Vanagor in the quadricep and he fell to his face before getting up to a limp. Taking “Vanguard” into his off-hand and letting it hang blade down behind him the massive Jedi Master just shook his head. Not out of anger, or disgust, but of a feeling of shame. It was a shame that someone like this was in this situation. He was a warrior, and in the right life, he could lead a noble life, not like this.

Taking a deep breath, Vanagor swung the back-end of the hilt (the side with no blade engaged) at the Viking, knowing full well either it would be blocked, or it would smash him in the chest. The follow-through would come hard with a full body rotation and the white/blue/purple blade coming across his chest.


TAG: Allies - TEAM LIGHTSIDE
Foes: Njal The Black, TEAM DARKSIDE

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (Jedi Interceptor in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Sanctuary Island

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Solipsis failed on Tython, young Jedi, you will find that I did not."

Tython had been the brainchild of Solipsis, entirely driven by his will and his followers. But Carnifex had used the attack itself to pursue His own ambitions, and on that front He had succeeded. The Seeing Stone had been taken by His forces, and used to peer through the Cosmic Force to find what He had been looking for. The entire stone and the Force-henge around it had been destroyed shortly after, but that did little to dampen His triumph.

The Dark Lord regarded the young Jedi Master as though one might look upon a skittering insect, His gaze utterly withering. He was obviously confused, the revelation that Carnifex was his biological father shaking him to his core. Naturally, he had questions about why Carnifex had done all of this, and what role he had to play in Carnifex's insidious schemes. "When you have embraced the Dark Side, you will understand. There are far greater powers in this universe than the Jedi will ever teach you." Another crumb, just enough to keep pulling Jaxon along on a string, without giving him enough to be satisfied.

Suddenly, a tremor in the Force...

Cacophonous explosions rocked the archive, dislodging centuries of dust that had accumulated in the nooks and crannies. The Dark Lord up towards the ceiling, His sight allowing Him to see beyond what was in front of Him. The Sith fleet had turned its guns against the city-world itself, the ire of the Worm Emperor cutting through the Force like a hot blade. So, the old Worm had finally caught on to what He was doing, and in his wrath he wrote off all of Ordavessa as collateral. Which meant that there wasn't much time left, rapidly deployed shield projectors could only keep so much at bay before they finally crumbled.

Carnifex turned to look back at Jaxon as the entire building rumbled in rapid succession. "This place will soon be nothing but dust, young Jedi. Only through me can you survive." He extended a hand through the darkness, gloved and radiating dark power.

"Join me."

Jax Thio | Darth Prazutis | UX-0626
Darth Empyrean ​

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Kahlil Noble Valery Noble Darth Empyrean​

Kahlil shifted her strike aside and moved with purpose. Even in her state of rising rage, Joycelyn noticed his improvement. Jealousy teashed her heart, and she threw the emotion into the furnace of the Dark Side. She had yet to show him what she had learned in the deep void.

«Oh I am just-»

Her blade flashed out in a swift strike, seeking to bind with his sabre and push it into the wall, then quickly return for a slash against his neck. Flames and sparks spat from the edge as it moved and struck, seemingly wanting to lash out and bite the treasonsous brother.

«-Visiting friends.»

Without looking, her right hand released from the sword and lashed out with a wave of fire and force. She sought to capitalise on Valery’s push and in turn slam her into the back of the open elevator.

Her movements were much different now than they were normally. Not only was Darth Vornskr quicker without the weight of metal, she was strangely nimble, but had lost none of that fearsome strength. This was immediately visible as she flew back and up, driven by a jet of flame from beneath her feet.

Her body contorted to land, feet first on the ceiling, then shot off again with a shower of sparks as she went for the elevator, blade first.

She did not much care who or what was in her way.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

His saber didn't stay bound long. The moment it was trapped and he was exposed, the lightsaber extinguished to free it. Not fast enough to be of any use in defense, but it left him free. He twisted, angling his head to the side as he dipped under the enflamed blade. The heat singed skin, but he paid it no mind. Instead he twisted, moving around to avoid his sister being thrown back by his wife.

She didn't fight it.

Kahlil's eyes narrowed. His hand shot up, bringing the air to a still. A barrier to catch the flame of his sister with one hand. The other reached behind him. His intentions were clear in the bond he shared with his wife. Valery, the pair of guards, he gripped all three of them through sheer will alone. Pulling them to the air.

As soon as the fire died off, he swung his other hand. Throwing all three towards the elevator his sister had disappeared down with all his might. But only Valery would actually reach the doors.

The guards were sent for the walls on either side.

Valery Noble | Joycelyn Zambrano | Darth Empyrean

 

[Valery Noble]

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Location: Shuttle
Appearance: Link
Outfit: Factory Link
Weapon: Lightsabers
Tag: Kahlil Noble Joycelyn Zambrano Darth Empyrean

While her attempts at keeping the guards away had worked as intended, they were not yet taken down entirely. But before she could engage them again and finish it off, the battle began to shift. She felt her husband's intentions echo through their bond and kept herself relaxed as the Force gripped around her. Together with the guards, she was thrown in the direction of the elevator, but she knew they'd never reach it.

Instead, Valery flew through the open doors with her weapon drawn, hoping to keep Joycelynn pressured while they began their push down to the greater source of darkness. Darth Empyrean and the Worm awaited them below, and she wasn't going to stop before she could take them down with her husband.

"Just you and I now, sister-in-law," she said the last part mockingly and swung her blade at the woman using her right hand alone. Due to the tight space of the elevator, it cut along the wall and created a lot of sparks, but her speed and strength were not diminished. Following the first attack, she pulled her second lightsaber into her left hand with the Force and thrust it at her center mass.

Taking her down inside of this elevator was going to be tricky, but she knew Kahlil would be with her again very soon. All she needed to do was maintain pressure, and get closer to their objective.

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Odavessa
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Darth Carnifex

"Succeeded?!" Jax had to hold back laughter. You've failed my lord, don't try to sugarcoat it. Solipsis dead and the Brotherhood are on the run. We've taken your best shot and now we're the aggressors!"


The Darkness surged through Jax further tarnishing his soul as he got closer towards Carnifex. His breathing became labored as if he went through a long duel. His legs started to become as weak as a tower ready to collapse. Jax could feel the hunger intensifying inside of him a desire to give into it. "The cave," Jax mumbled to himself. "Remember the cave....."

The Jedi Master sensed a massive disturbance of the Force, explosions, tremors..... this place is about to get bombed. "And I'll make sure....." allowing the Force to flow through him, Jax drew his Lightsaber. The yellow blade shot up alive with light. "That you will go down with it."

Jax raised his saber once again. "You know that I'll never join you," Jax said. "What do you want from me?"

Carnifex wanted something..... it was something that he constantly whispered to Jax. Plaguing his dreams with the Sith language urging him to embrace his true self. "What do you fracking mean about embracing my destiny?! Who the frack do you think you are?!"

 

[Darth Athora]

Objective II

The Grand Adjudicator stood stoicly with her arms folded as she looked through the viewport. The Jedi forces seemed less coordinated than the last time she had engaged in combat with them. Perhaps, times have changed. The light squadron and 3rd battlegroup continued their attack on Cabeccou squadron without a hitch, firing off turbolasers and laser cannons. The Vigil-IIs used their shield leech weapons on Cabeccou, slowly draining the shields of the frigates away while empowering their own while the Exterminators fired all torpedoes.

As the main and 2nd battlegroup continued their push on the Nima II while also engaging it's escort. The Chimaera II's counter-EWAR was proving effective as communications were experiencing 96% uptime. Athora was pleased with her superiority force's performance so far.

"Unleash the starfighters now." Athora ordered.

At the Lord of Strife's command, the starfighter squadrons on standby flew from their hangars and engaged the enemy. Ajunta bombers were escorted by Scorpios towards their capital ship targets while squadrons of Dominances swarmed the enemy starfighters.

"Status report on Shadow Fist."

"Ma'am, they claim to have disarm several bombs in the control room and retaking it. Controls are coming back online in the shipyards."

"As expected."

It was true. Shadow Fist were among the best the Sith Empire had. They were effective as they were deadly. The control had been retaken by them and power was being restored across the station. Commander Hylz looked through security cameras and door logs to try and zero in on the marines that were touring the shipyards unchaperoned.

"With power back on, weapons systems are coming back online and reactors cooling down slowly. The rats won't get too far now." Karina said as she activated the shipyards interior defenses. Security droids were deployed and began marching for the marines position while sentry turrets were revealed from their hidden compartments. Turbolasers came back online and began attacking enemy capital ships in range while laser cannons focused on taking out enemy fighters.

It was only a matter of time before the Jedi would fall.

Njal The Black | Tithon Antilles | Errix Feh'room | KV-6000 | Onrai Other Sith Spacers
Liram Angellus | Chaussidier | Other Jedi Spacers​

Spoiler: Darth Athora's Superiority Force

• Chimaera II Battle group
  
  • Eradicator-class Heavy Cruisers 6x
  • Thanaton-class Corvette 10x
• 2nd Battle group
  
  • Broodica-class Star Destroyers 1x
  • Eradicator-class Heavy Cruisers 6x
  • Thanaton-class Corvette 10x
• 3rd Battle group
  
  • Baras-class Star Destroyers 1x
  • Eradicator-class Heavy Cruisers 6x
  • Thanaton-class Corvette 10x
• Light Squadron
  
  • Vigil II-class Corvettes 12x
  • Exterminator-class Corvettes 10x

Spoiler: Summary of Actions

• Athora's light squadron and 3rd battlegroup continue attacking Cabeccou squadron.
  
  • Point defense cannonscontinue firing on in range starfighters.
  • The light sqaudron focuses fire on one frigate at a time while the 3rd battlegroup fires upon the entirety of the squadron.
• The Chimaera II's battlegroup continues attacking the Nima II undeterred with support coming from the 2nd battlegroup.
  
  • The Chimaera II and Baras-class directly engages the Nima II while the rest engage the complement frigates.
• Starfighters and bombers engages the enemy.
• Shadow Fist commandos regain control of the shipyards. Bombers were disarmed. Station defenses come online. Commander Hylz locates the infiltrators on security cameras and send security droids to their position while alarming any personnel on the shipyards.

 

[Elani Zambrano]

Elani could feel an exhilaration like she had not felt in quite some time. As her siblings went at each other like a pair of wild dogs. They were relentless. She wanted to intervene, but knew better than to interfere with Joyce's destiny. She continued watching from the shadows, grin gleaming on her face.

A sundering came that rocked the planet. Fire rained down from the skies above en masse. Elani looked up in shock. She had not expected the Sith to get so desperate so fast. She had to leave for today would not be her last. Muurrakk would not allow it. But, Elani felt as if she could not just leave her sister to filet their brother and his slave alone. Elani knew she would see her again, but she had to make sure.

"Live, sister."

The cold whisper slithered into the ear of Joyce. It was Elani's voice but somewhat twisted as if she were possessed. If Joyce was vigilant, a barely visible apparition would appear in her field of view for a brief moment before disappearing.

After giving the message, Elani escaped the building and made her way to Emberwing so that she and her acolytes could make their escape.

Joycelyn Zambrano ​

 

[Silas Westgard]

Objective: Destroy the factories
Location: Odavessa
Tags: Darth Ahriman

"Your own will? There is always someone in control!" he grunted back to the Sith who leaped into the air to gain some distance between them. Silas raised his lightsaber up defensively and glared at the Sith, not for a second taking his eyes away from him "We are strong at heart and care not for power. We wish for peace, not all out destruction your masters plan to achieve" he said back more sternly this time, proving that his words of spite had no effect on him.

Watching him approach once more the padawan waited eagerly for his next strike, prepared for the battle that was to come. Except, that would not happen, just yet. An explosion came from the clouds as well as a bombardment of bright lights, heading down to the surface with urgency to reap havoc upon the surface. Silas opened his eyes wide and snapped his head to a deep crater from an earlier bombardment from the Alliance and ran towards it, jumping in just as one hit the ground close by.

The ground shook and rocked while different pieces of debris fell into the crater with Silas. Within moments he was covered in debris and dust from head to toe, but unharmed for now. The bombardment from the ship seemed to go on forever, explosion after explosion hitting them and sending concerned chills down his spine.

Slowly, the fire came to a halt. Silas poked his head from under the debris and looked around, face and body covered in cuts and bruises from what had been thrown on him. From the looks of it, his job had already been done for him. The factories had been decimated and destroyed beyond use, leaving him with only one order of business, the sith.

Silas limped out from the hole and brushed himself off lightly before looking around to try and see if the apprentice had survived, but he could not see him anywhere.

"He must have perished..." The boy said to himself with a sigh as he began to limp away, unknowing of where the Sith was

 

[Darth Prazutis]

The rage of the Worm Emperor.

The shrouded one unleashed his wrathful fury over the city turning his batteries upon his own people upon finding out what the two Dark Lords had been doing. Their determined grab at the hidden secrets of the mysterious one who rose like the tides and seized power after his abdication of the throne of Sith Emperor. The world began to violently shake as tremors from brutal impacts resonated like tectonic plates shifting. The walls of the entire archive trembled as dust began to descend in billowing clouds. If it weren't for the hastily deployed shield projectors the entire building might've been obliterated in the barrage. But not even the bombardment would stop his forces from getting what they had come for. The Shikkari had swiftly cut their way through the upper levels of security and attendants while the technomancers had made their way into the nerve centers and already were in the process of downloading an immense data dump of the secrets contained within the facility. The Dark Lord quietly issued orders for them to expedite their process and pulled the Shikkari back to protect the technomancers.​

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The entrance was blocked off and the Jedi Master had walked right into the trap. There would be no escape only surrendering to the dark side of the force, or death would be options here. The Lord of Lies made his way deeper into the archive once more towards one Darth Carnifex and Jax Thio as they faced off. The overbearing presence of this death shrouded monster was a gaping wound, a hurricane, a star burning with the dark side of the force that pressed against the overburdened walls of the facility. "The Jedi lie to you. Your teaching shackle you to weakness, collar you to the whims of fate and blind you to the greater powers in this galaxy." A voice boomed through the hallways not quite in sight presently, but ever present and just as threatening.​

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"You hide from your true nature living in a world that you do not belong and caging away that which desires to be unleashed. You cannot live in two worlds. Embrace what you deny."​

 

[Kalzok]

OZYMANDIAS

Objective 3: Antique Land
One Man's Archeologist... , Part 3​

As Kalzok cut through a young Jedi, surrounded by slain marines that had landed to torch the world, he felt a ripple of fear wash over him. It felt unlike the one that heralded the attack.

The Loremaster turned his attention away from the corpse impaled on his blade and looked up, past the shattered ceiling of the warehouse he was in.

The sky lit up with fire, and he saw death roar from the heavens, wrought of iron and flame.

Idiot. Thrice-Damned IDIOT!

The Worm was turning the long-range orbital and fleet guns on Odavessa itself. While others would wail at the insanity of it, Kalzok understood the logic. The Worm was going to use mass death to empower... whoever was left on the surface.

Kalzok feared for himself, a visceral and total terror, before being joined by thoughts of his retainers, totally defenseless to such an attack. For a moment, he thought of Veyka.

Kalzok sprung into action, raising the Rod with both hands and chanting.

No choice.

He was too far from any hardened shelters. The Dark Thaumaturge would have to use his powers to their fullest to survive, even if the effort might kill him. He expanded his senses, feeling the hot winds and falling death as if they were ants in his body. He 'saw' the nearest round: an explosive autocannon round. Kinetic and explosive. The sheer power of the fall would be enough to generate enough heat to boil anything close to its crater of impact. Including Kalzok.

The Loremaster began chanting. Drawing on his knowledge of the Nightsisters' environmental altering powers, Kalzok formed a kinetic barrier of physical force and air between himself and the impending explosion. He felt the Rod sing, only the third time he'd heard it. It was hungry, and it felt Kalzok's desperation and power. Consciously, Kalzok pushed more and more of his power into the Rod. He could feel it hum with power as it gobbled up all Kalzok could put into it, belching forth a prismatic barrier of energy, corraling and curtailing the movement and heat above him. As before, Kalzok could see the strings that held everything, but now it was a total mess, turbulent chaos of strings flinging and cutting and breaking and reforming. Beyond all these, he saw the total annihilation of the Sith Archive nearby.

Faster, faster!

The autocannon round impacted several hundred yards away. The flash of light heralded the roar of heat and wind of the shockwave, smashing against the barrier. Kalzok could see the barrier bending, groaning, breaking. Surrounding him was a miasma of decay. Death and destruction swirled around his barrier. Kalzok drew on this power, remembering the incantations of the Vahl, pulling in the raw chaos of annihilation and frantically weaving them into the barrier. He poured his power, drawing dangerously into his soul, and he could physically feel himself fall apart. His fingers went numb, is skin cracked. By some dark miracle it held, and Kalzok felt the shockwave pass, leaving in its wake a torrent of ash and dust.

Outside this barrier he saw nothing remaining of the warehouse. He was as good as out in the open seeing into the horizon as the city died around him. The power of the Bogan swelled, and it forced its way into him, filling up his depleted form. But like unfurling crumpled paper, Kalzok only marginally felt better.

An instinctual panic seized him and the Loremaster looked up in horror at the turbolaser bolt pierce the cloud above him, falling so directly towards him it appeared like a growing, glowing sun. Time slowed, and he reacted, reforming the barrier. He drew on the deathfog that surrounded him. The screams and pain of a thousand, a million. Pulled into himself and into the Rod that hungered, hungered for more, and more, and more. The strings of reality wound itself around the barrier. Energy and mass coalesced into a Force barrier of uninmaginable magnitude, and Kalzok prayed to all the gods he knew and didn't that it would hold a direct strike from the most powerful long-range bombardment turbolaser in the Galaxy.

Time slowed to a crawl as the bolt smashed into and spilled forth its power, almost splashing around and surrounding the barrier. Pressure and heat smothered, then crushed the barrier. Kalzok roared in pain, his soul and body and energy so stretched into the barrier through the Rod it all seemed a part of him. He felt his entire being dissolve in the maelstrom of energy; both spiritually into the Force as he poured more of himself into the barrier -the parasitic relationship of the Sith and the Force reversed for once- and the physically in the raw heat of the bombardment. Together they threatened to flay his entire being datum by datum until it was spread like ash into the ether.

The Rod vibrated in screaming victory, almost wrenching itself from Kalzok's weakening grasp. It was physically coming apart, snapping and shearing and popping. The heat and pressure of the falling turbolaser blast continued to push down into the barrier, enough energy to trigger nuclear fusion forcing its way into the barrier, bending, snapping the strings of reality, unwinding his soul and annihilating all in its way, a shockwave so searing its electrons were shorn free, pushing down, pushing, pushing-

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Darkness incalculable. Maliphant was alone for only a moment before a thousand Sith Lords stood before him in his mind - looking at him with judgement and discerning gazes. Each seemed as though they were ready to kill him - to gift him - to love him. It was a thousand sensations, a thousand motives packed into a zeitgeist he could not even begin to imagine the depths of. The first approached, a Sith he recognized from the Telos Holocron - ancient, bald, foreboding.​

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Darth Bane.​

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Maliphant's lightsaber appeared in his hand from nothing - and they began to trade blows. The words of the many coalesceded into one - and they spoke with a combined authority he could feel like gravity magnified, threatening to bring even a Sith Lord of his capacity to his knees.​

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"We are the many turned to one - the will of the Sith, and Typhojem made manifest."​

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Their words were true - truer than anything he could have ever felt. What he faced in his mind was a God of the Dark Side - and he was alone in its realm, facing off against one of the most dangerous Sith Lords to ever walk the mortal plane. The presure of the force increased further as he could feel something foreign fueling the energy in this hall - the distant, growing cries, of a million dead.​

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The guards were thrown by Kahlil - son of the Twice-Emperor, and betrayer of the Sith. The Praetorians stood with a fierce glow in their eyes - and moved on him with little hesistance. A blow from the top followed by a blow from the bottom by the other - while one went fro the head, another went for the legs. As one closed the distance, the other used the Force - and back again.​

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The teamwork they showed was unlike any Sith - for the Praetorians had sacrificed their legacy as Sith for something greater, a dedication to teamwork to ensure the Sith survive through all means. Similar to the Assassins, the Praetorians were the guiding hand of the Order - but unlike the Assassins, they focsed entirely on the carnal sensation of open dueling than quick and dangerous strikes to kill quickly.​

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Empowered by the darkness of the World - they were growing more dangerous by the second.​

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Valery Noble // Kahlil Noble // Joycelyn Zambrano​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Where one door closes, another opens." Carnifex found the young master's naivety amusing, but only to a degree. Soon enough and it would become grating. "A single defeat is hardly enough to disrupt our plans, young Jedi, for they are measured in centuries." Plans within plans, schemes within schemes. The byzantine web that the Dark Lord and His allies wove was so complex it was an amazement that some of them didn't get trapped in their own machinations. But whatever aims the Dark Lord strove towards, it was clearly evident that He never kept one iron in the fire at any given times.

There were always secondary plans.

"And what I want is for you to accept what you are. You are born of my flesh, my blood flows through your veins, my dark power rests within your heart." Even here, close as they were, Jaxon could feel something deep within him reaching out to the tyrant before him. A dark whisper, nearly unperceivable, calling out to answer the harrowing gale that was Carnifex. It was a deep ache, a primal desire to reach out and take the Dark Lord's hand in their own.

A yearning to belong.

"When they discover your true allegiance, they will shun you. It may not be evident at first, but they will always view you with mistrust. You are not Kahlil, he found a woman to bed that would vouch for him, but who do you have who truly believes in you?" Another series of explosions, each one louder than the last. The entire archive shook, the electricity balanced on the threat of giving out, and it was clear that the building would not be standing for much longer.

"Other than me?"

Jax Thio | Darth Prazutis ​

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Odessa
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Darth Carnifex

Jax felt the urge to laugh.

Every time Carnifex opened his mouth he gave away his ignorance. No one caring about Jax's predicament? There were only a few people who did care: Caltin Vanagor , Jairdain , and Valery Noble to name a few. There was a fear that the rest of the Jedi might exile Jax but there were definitely people on his team. "That's where you're wrong!" Jax yelled holding out his Lightsaber. "I got plenty of people who got my back! It looks like you don't know me as well as I thought! All that whispering in my mind and you don't know the first thing about me! What a fracking joke!"

More explosions were heard, the bombing was getting closer. Jax had to hurry but then again, if he's going down in a flaming maelstrom then he will damn sure take Carnifex with him. "I....." Jax gritted his teeth. "I do accept that I'm your fracking son and I don't like it but I do accept and I will also accept the fact that you will never accept whatever you have!"

The darkness began to swirl in Jax's heart, the Jedi Master tried quell his anger allowing the Force to flow through him. "Now are you going to talk?!" Jax growled. "Or are you gonna fight?! Whatever your offering, I refuse to accept! I will always refuse!"

 

[Njal The Black]

Like the rage filled berserker that he was, Njal took the hilt to the chest with little more than groan - even as the bruise quickly formed near his ribs. By not reacting to it, letting his instincts lead - he was able to bring his axe up and catch the blade before it landed. With an arm nearing limp, a massive bruise on his chest - along with no doubt a broken rib or two - and blood trailing from his scalp; he took the moment to lock his axe to the Jedi's blade.​

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"You fight well, Jedi.", he said, blood slowly trailing down his forehead from the open gash in his scalp.​

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"Were I a true Sith, however, this fight would have long been over."​

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He hefted the axe to push Caltin back - throwing his leg towards him in a blinding snap of a tepe that would easily knock over a dozen braced men. He howled with primal necessity as he brought the axe up overhead and back down - hoping to split the Jedi's skull then and there.​

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Caltin Vanagor​