Project: KRATOS

[Damien Mercer]

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Doctor Lian: "The first subject is about to begin the program. We have full faith that our formula is now fully functioning. Initial tests will begin straight after the subject finishes the procedure. We need to test the growth in their capabilities from the minute they accept the serum. Once we are pleased with the results, the rest of the batch will continue production. Our Lord will have his army quickly..."​

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"Try not to move, we need you perfectly in place." One of the scientists strapping Damien into the machine said, making no effort to sound reassuring. It was no matter though. Damien had little to live for, this was his only chance to regain purpose in life. He had lost everything; his wife, his daughter, his happiness. They said the Sith were evil and cared little for others, yet it was not the Sith who killed his family. The Sith offered him a new life, and for that he was eternally grateful.
"Begin." No warning, no time to prepare. Strapped into some sort of upright pod, Damien saw a door close off the front of his view. Once sealed, the many needles and tools became visible as they faced him, glinting in the limited light of the capsule. One of them suddenly shot into him, injecting a cold liquid. Soon enough he found himself fading, giving way to the sedative.

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Damien awoke to a piercing pain in his chest, causing him to writhe and emit a muffled scream. His sharp intakes of breath brought some form of healing, as the pain slowly subsided. There was darkness only for a few seconds, before the pod opened and revealed the blinding light on the other side. It took time for his eyes to adjust, but when they did he saw the room had changed. He had been moved, which made him wonder how long he had been out for, and for what reason he was now here. Suddenly he flicked his gaze to the side, locking onto one of the scientists approaching him. It was then he started feeling different. Anything around him, anything that moved or made a sound, became much more obvious. Every detail registered without him even thinking about it. At first it was interesting, but quickly it became too much. He clenched his eyes shut and tried to blank out the barrage of senses.
"You need to focus yourself..." The scientist's voice echoed like sonar, somehow allowing Damien to almost seem him. A click, he had pressed some sort of button. Slowly his ears filled with a small static, and as he turned his attention to that the pressure subsided. "There, better already." Damien opened his eyes to see the scientist writing down notes.

"Now then, we need to go through a few things before we begin testing..."

 

[Damien Mercer]

"First of all, your mask is what's subsiding the pain." Mask? What mask? Damien's eyes suddenly focused on the leather and metal contraption strapped to his mouth. His body had been numbed from the sedative, only now was he beginning to notice how different he was. As he looked down he saw his muscles, larger than he had ever thought was possible for him. "Try to keep it on, and while you're eating painkillers should do the trick until you put it on again. Speaking of eating, you need to maintain a good diet, plenty of protein and calcium. The serum needs it to keep producing inside you. Also, exercise is the key. You'll be getting a lot of it in the field, but keep it up in your spare time as well. Don't be slacking."

"Now for your first test you'll-..." The scientist paused for a moment, raising an eyebrow at his datapad. "It says here you'll be facing a Sith... That can't be right, not for your first test..."
"Do you not have faith in your serum, Doctor?" Damien tilted his head as he questioned the man with a voice that was too different to be his own. His mask made him muffled and robotic, with each breath being more audible than usual.
"I... Of course... We better get you ready..." The Doctor moved over to the pod, unstrapping Damien from it and allowing him to step free from it's restraint. As he planted his feet on the floor he felt the true weight of his new self. His hands came up in front of his eyes for inspection, as if he was experiencing a whole new body. When he had finished inspecting himself, he looked up to see the scientists offering him a pair of metal gloves. He had seen these before; Crushgaunts. "You'll need this for what you're about to face."

Damien slipped the Crushgaunts on, flexing his fingers as he watched the mechanism work.
"Where is my opponent?" He asked, eager to try out his new power.
"This way..." The scientist extended his arm to the door, then led Damien out of it. Continuing through a series of corridors, he noticed the workers stepping aside it fear. Why should they be afraid? Did they fear what they had created?

Soon enough a large blast door came before them, opening up to reveal a large circular room, sparsely furnished to no doubt act as some sort of testing arena. Damien stepped in, at which point the door closed behind him. Opposite him stood a man, smaller in stature for sure, but he did not doubt his power. There was no mistaking it was a Sith who stood against him. Without fear Damien walked forward, holding the top of the armored vest he wore, clearly showing off his crushgaunts.
"So you are to face me?" He examined the Sith during a small pause, stopping meters away from him. Every detail became more clear; the serum had definitely worked on that aspect. "I hope you take defeat well..."

[member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos was here not only at the behest of his Old Master, but he was here to power himself and become even stronger. He had been promised a great and worthy challenge for his skills... All he saw was a Brute with Gauntlets. Mythos was not Amused, He looked at the Scientist at his flanks with eyes of fury and judgment. "You promised me a challenge Doctor.... i did not come all the way here to kill a Brute in fifteen minutes." Musingly Mythos pulled his lightsabers and tossed his cloak aside revealing his scarred upper-body toned with Muscles that were not big, but honed and fleshed out, ever muscle in his body was honed to perfection for their current size and weight.

Turning back his gaze to the man with the Mask who seemed to be injected with more Combat serums than Abraxas, he let him have a slight smirk. "If you defeat me, the experiment has been not only an Outstanding Success but i will be very, very content with the progress... " His smirk turned away into a grimace and his eyes narrowed dangerously. "I will try and leave your Limbs intact and your vital organs undamaged."

Juyo time, Juyo Mind. Juyo was the Mentality and Juyo was the mind the Muscles used, his lightsabers twirled and danced in place, making circular motions that appeared like shields. He warmed up his core muscles before suddenly dashing to the Super Soldier. Getting inside his center Mythos moved with fluent rotations and Acrobatic movements striking various times to his hips from both sides then in the blink of an eye coming from below between his legs and raising his lightsaber in vertical uppercut strike that hit Boot also followed and then the very impact would send him backwards to a defensive position.
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[Damien Mercer]

"Fifteen Minutes?" Damien chuckled through the muffling of his mask. "I was unaware they had sent a mere Acolyte to test me." With an unseen smirk he widened his stance, placing his hands infront of him in a raised position. His palms extended forwards, as if ready to take hold of something. "You won't be disappointed..." He finished, before charging forward to meet the Sith half way in his attack. As soon as he set off he noticed the incredible increase in speed, his legs made quick work of closing the distance until finally he was about to meet his blades. Beforehand he would not have been able to calculate his opponent's movements in time to attempt what he was about to do, but now was a whole different matter.

As the first lightsaber came in he met it with one of his crushgaunts, taking hold of the blade and locking it in place. Then, with the reactions of a Jedi, he sent his spare fist straight into the Mythos' chest, just before his second lightsaber reached him. His mindset was completely different, no complicated twirls or theatrics. He aimed to punch Mythos backwards hard enough to clear the distance between them, before Damien was sliced by his saber. Of course, the serum had worked well on his strength, and if such a strike connected there would be a good few meters between them...

[member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3e0yVNhhs2w
[member="Damien Mercer"]
The massive power of the enemy was something Mythos had no calculated. As he came and closed inside the Ranks he got a special present in the form for a massive Crushgaunt fist in his face which drew blood and threw Mythos back a meter or two. Mythos smiled licking the blood from his lips and observing the faces of the scientists and doctors who saw the ability of their creation were more than amused. Mythos turned on a time and locked his eyes with the Juggernaut once again this time he used Force Augmentation on his limbs to close the distance and unleash his hidden blade from the assassins. His Lightsaber was left back on the Crushgaunts, but Mythos still had Myth and his Hidden blade, shorter blades used with more speed to dig into the Giant and use his superior size to the Advantage of Mythos.

Tracking his movements and dipping to the exposed Muscle of his Leg muscles above the knees, under the Elbow, lower shoulders in successive rapid movements and ending with a flying roundhouse kick to his Mask. The attacks were mostly slashes while he bent his knees and kept his body in constant bobbing and weaving to heighten his ability to dodge and predict his enemy movements. Two slashes to his legs and then a dual thrust to his under shoulder that connected his shoulder to his upper body after the upper slash to his elbows that came after the slashes to the Knees. The Flying hick was fueled by all the momentum he had built up during his successive attacks so without that momentum that kick would never come.
"I am not disappointing for now Warrior!! Make so i do not leave changing my mind!" ​

 

[Damien Mercer]

Damien's mind buzzed with ideas, each one more convoluted than the next. He had no mind for any of them, he was not a fighter who danced. No, his plan would be simple. Mythos seemed to take up speed as his ally, using it to his advantage with bobs and weaves. A snake lay before him, ready to strike at his weak points. Sure enough the snake bared it's fangs, lunged to strike at Damien's legs. One slash hit, drawing blood lightly in a line, not enough to bother Damien; he was too filled with adrenaline to feel it just yet. Quickly a second strike came, but Damien's leg had moved down, his knee aiming to slam towards the floor above Mythos' arm. Using strength to his advantage, he aimed to trap Mythos' arm underneath his knee, making his little blade useless. Whether or not he managed to trap him, his hand shot for Mythos' throat, taking holding of it enough to get a firm grip, but not to crush his windpipe like his gauntlets could do. Instead he aimed to pick the Sith up until Damien was fully standing and the only thing keeping Mythos in the air was the hand around his throat.

After the few moments of action, his leg wound began to become noticeable. He had been cut before, it was but a sting to him. What bothered him more was the worth lost with it. A flawless victory was no longer the case; he knew he couldn't afford to leave the fight with many wounds, lest he be deemed useless.
"I'm sure your surrender can be left out of the records if you wish to save your pride, Sith." Taunts were something Damien enjoyed, and he would put them to practice well.

[member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos found his neck under the crushing power of the Crushgaunts, simple pressure on the Guantlets would end Mythos is a swift movement of the fingers. Mythos however was never weaponless, He was a Weapon in himself, he had miscalculated and underestimated his enemy severely, Mythos tended to do that very often, he thought himself unbeatable, going into battle with no armor and with all the rage and fury of a man who had the enemy on the run every time. Mythos held his hands fingers extended to the Face of the Juggernaut and filled himself with the Lightning of the Sith. Soon enough a bolt of massive Lightning was sent to the face of the Juggernaut at point blank range filled with and the Anger his taunts had created and all the Instinct to survive.

The Whirlwind of the Darkside flowed through Mythos, like an Tornado of Power the Energy came through and blasted from his finger tips in a blue wave of Destruction towards the Face of his opponents. In case that did not work and his windpipe was not yet crushed, he used the force to bring his Shoto to his hand ignite it, and stab it down in between his elbow and bicep, then execute a kick to his chest not meant for damage but as a boost of speed to gain distance.

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[Damien Mercer]

The Force. The one thing that separated him from the Sith. It would be a problem he would no doubt encounter in the future time and time again. In time he would find a way to even the odds even more, but for now he was helpless against it. The lightning alone was enough to free Mythos, as it caused Damien to let go of him and stumbled backwards. Clutching his face in pain and continuing to step backwards until finally he was free from it's electrocution. Once he removed his hand from his face and ensured his mask was still functioning, he looked to see Mythos had his shoto back. The distance created by the lightning had no doubt quelled any plans for further attack from Mythos, and so now they merely stood apart awaiting each other's next move.

"The Force is a strong ally, but it is nothing against a man's will. Now come on, make your move." Damien outstretched both of his arm to the sides, a typical taunting stance of the utmost confidence. "Show me why they call you a Sith!"

[member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos laughed while he wiped away the blood from his mouth and took a look at his hands. "The Power to destroy an Entire Planet and a thousand Galaxies is insignificant compared to the Power of the Dark Side..." Mythos needed to use all of his abilities with this warrior with a pull of the Force Pride was back in his hand.... He underestimated him one, then again, both times death was a near glimmer and vision. Closing his eyes and whispering words of Ancient languages paired with hand movements Beside him appeared 3 Clones that looked exactly like him, Their lightsabers as Black as his, their eyes although moving independently and every close moved as if by their own were just extensions of the Will of Mythos. Suddenly they all surrounded the Juggernaut twirling their sabers menacingly around him.
"You Think You know War?" One Clone said.
"You know"
"Nothing"
"Of Suffering..."
"But you will."
The clones completed each others words in an effort not only to taunt but to keep his enemies eyes darting from clone to clone and his eyes off the real Mythos who also spoke no differently than any of them.. even the blood they spilled from their individual broken noses was as real as the blood from the real Mythos... Juyo came back with a Vengeance. From his back sides and front came a combined assault of Illusions that individually moved like their own warrior, the idea was that the Rial Mythos could get in his rotation while he was looking for the Other Clones and confused about which one was which. The Real Mythos was the Clone who attacked jumping with a massive Force Jump and twirling his sabers above him in a move that looked like many sabers at once were being flung around and Mythos came Crashing down in an Overhand strike with one hand, crushing his head below with his boot and then standing on top of his shoulders to give the Juggernaut Two Thrusts in his shoulders that would bring him down to size and his arms would be useless. The Other clones came around him Dipping thrusts and slashing, vertically and Horizontally in rapid realistic speeds.
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[Damien Mercer]

Suddenly a single opponent became four and all of them were ready to converge on him. "Theatricality and Deception are powerful agents to the uninitiated." Damien spoke calmly as he examined each of the clones. They moved in unison, no difference to detect which was the real Mythos. Instead of relying on strength he would now have to rely on his senses to win, and so he focused on each illusion in turn. Each one he looked at he listened carefully, noticing the differences between the sounds their footsteps and movements made. The slight sounds of their breath and pulses; or lack of it in the mirrored versions. Eventually he looked at the real Mythos, but outwardly gave him no special attention. Instead he kept looking at each, not showing that he had an idea of which was real. "Deception relies on surprise..."

Purposely he turned to face the clone opposite the real Mythos, getting ready as if he were to focus on the fake. However, just as Mythos leaped to attack, he spun around and raised his crushgaunts up in defense. A true surprise hopefully. Mythos' foot hit the metal on his fists, causing Damien to be pushed back but avoid the follow-up strikes from the Sith. Instead he made his own attack, lunging forward straight from his interruption to try and punch Mythos in mid-air before he landed, putting the most of his enhanced strength behind it.

[member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

While Mythos was Flown Back as hit Foot caught the Gauntlet he spun and back flipped crossing both the Shoto and the Black Core Lightsaber named Pride in an "X" catching the Crushgaunt between them. The Strength of his opponent was something he could count on and something he knew he was outmatched in... Mythos was always outmatched in strength and size. He compensated with Speed and Skill.

Stepping back and Switching his stance to Makashi he grabbed his Main lightsaber in both hands dissipating the Illusions of the Doppelgangers and emerging a more complex and deadly Illusion... Darkness. Suddenly the Juggernaut would find himself surrounded in a fog of impenetrable darkness. Mythos closed his eyes and staying in the defensive Makashi stance opened his eyes of the Force. Force Sight allowed him to see around him, to see everything within the Darkness and the Outline of the Juggernauts' form. Shrouded in darkness Mythos shot off his Lightsaber and moved around the Juggernauts' form as his steps were not able to be heard... Moving in Darkness, like a show within shadows, once to his side his Lightsaber would ignite in a Trakata Offensive maneuver once he was close and attempt two vertical swipes in his face. The Black Core of His lightsaber would make it very hard to initially spot and blocking the attack would prove very difficult.

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[Damien Mercer]

Damien looked around to find darkness, not too different from the void he had just stepped from, the one that created him. "You think darkness is your ally? You Sith merely adopt the dark. I was born in it... Molded by it..." He began pacing around, his eyes constantly searching as well as his ears. "I didn't see the light until I was but a man, by then it was nothing to me but-... Blinding!" Suddenly he fist swung around, smacking aside the saber which came at him. His reactions surprised even himself, yet he did not dwell on it. Instead, he made his attack while his enemy was off-balance. A series of fast yet strong punches aimed at various parts of Mythos' stomach and chest. The force of each one aiming to push him back further each time and eventually leave him winded. With each strike he would speak. "The shadows betray you because they are mine!" A sense of ferocity filled his voice as he continued punching, hoping to beat his opponent into submission.

[member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

One Slam then another, Mythos was caught in the Flurry of Punches from the Crushgaunts and was pushed back again and again, his attack had been Futile and his enemy was again stronger and more powerful than he had anticipated. One rib was crushed in a blow that connected at a perfect andgle and a perfect strength, then another one in his jaw making him stumble back, Another came at chest level to finish Mythos off and bring him to a Kneeling position. How Many times had he been in the Crushing attack of an Enemy that had him on the Ropes? How many times had he Been in the Jaws of the Monster of Death?... Only to snatch victory from his Jaws at the Very last moment.

Mythos became the Lion of Atrisia. The Warrior King He was Meant to be since the Day he was born. He let out a large roar and bulged his eyes to his opponent making him look like a cross between a madman and a Feral Beast who thrived only on instinct. His Roar was not just his voice but the Force who came after him in a massive Force Below that broke and destroyed the durasteel Plating beneath their feet sending chunks of Steel flying everything and anything standing in the way of the Below would be torn apart. His eyes never left the Juggernaut, his Scream at point plank rage feeding off the Pain of his broken bones that now scarred his body... they would not be the last broken bones Mythos would have nor are they the First... Mythos turned the Pain and suffering into strength and Power and after the Shout came a noose that tied around the Neck of the Juggernaut and lifted him from where he stood over the Sky and it was Now he... who found himself crushed by the Neck. "You talk too much... and you fight too little, I assure you i can fix that" His smile was that of Insanity and Psychopathy

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gO6mF9GHpsU
(^ That is the Gif i wanted XD )

With a flick of his wrist Mythos would send him crashing back into the Durasteel plating behind them and sink into the Metal using the Force of his Force Choke/Push and the weight of the Juggernaut. Then if all that worked perfectly, he would stand there and laugh at the impressive power of the Super Soldier... He was Perfect... in every way... They would need thousands of him, and the Galaxy would fall.

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[Damien Mercer]

The force had beaten him once again, this time ending the fight. As Damien pushed himself up from the wall he had been slammed against, his robotic breathing became more noticeable.
"Well, there is no point dwelling on a defeat when the outcome was inevitable." If Mythos didn't have the force, the outcome would have been clear. Yet Damien was not one to dwell on the past, especially when it wouldn't have gone any different. "One day I will find a way around your magic, and then I will have my clear victory." His eyes, the only part of his face visible to expression, frowned slightly. "Although I would not say it was a defeat."

"Certainly not." One of the scientists came to the side, eager to inspect Damien closely. His work of art had survived the first, and probably the hardest test. "You held off a trained Sith straight out of the pod, imagine what you'll do after more training."
"Yes..." Damien paused to imagine it himself, relishing in the idea of such power over those who thought themselves to be almighty. "I suppose this means more like me are to be commissioned, hmm?" He turned to the scientist with a questioning look.
"Yes, once we receive the volunteers. In fact, you'll be in charge of them. You are the first after all. But first, you'll need to meet the person in charge of you..." At that point the scientist turned and made his way out of the room, going to contact the Sith Lord who had wanted his creation, no doubt. In the mean time, him and Mythos were to part ways.

"A thrilling fight, Sith. But I never quite got your name. No doubt we will be fighting together soon, a man of your skill will make a great ally." Damien raised his head as he looked at Mythos. His hands came up to hold the top of his vest, a favorite and comfortable stance for him now. "I will see you on the battlefield, my friend."

[member="Darth Mythos"]
[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Mythos]

"My Name is Darth Mythos." No one would ever forget that name... but for now it was just getting notoriety. Holding his rib he walked forward, and nodded his head in respect. "Having you beside me in battle will cause rivers to turn red in blood my friend" Mythos laughed as the pain of the action ripped through him and his busted rib moved forward and backwards causing his teeth to gnash together. Indeed if Mythos did not have the Force this battle would have never lasted as long as it did, Mythos would be laying on a pool of blood yet again after all this time. He would never say it but this Super Soldier had pushed Mythos to the very brink of His abilities, making him pull out every stop needed to put him down... it had been a stroke of luck as much as skill that this battle went the way it did.


"You are exceptional... The Perfect Soldier... I can give you things that will make the Force Null in your enemies" His eyes narrowed and widened with intensity as a smile ran across his face, the delight at the very thought made him chuckle. "If i had ten thousand of you... The Galaxy would not last.... it would not last at all" picking up his lightsabers and putting them back on his belt he nodded to the Scientists and doctors. "You have done a marvelous job... All of you... The Master will be pleased..." With that, Mythos left... soon they would see each other again.

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[Darth Ferus]

"The Master will indeed be pleased. Upon his release, you will meet him in the flesh. For now, I will be your contact." The raspy voice of the DHK Guardian sounded off from the background. Stepping forth the droid covered in a dark cloak would gaze out to the three, slowly nodding his head.

"I see good things in our futures."