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Put those things back where they came from, or so help me [New Order Dominion of Bimmiel]
- Thread starter Darth Vulcanus
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Graxin was, unlike Krag, a bit more focused when it came to combat. Where Krag was death incarnate that destroyed whole planets, Graxin was the subtle attacker who tore the defenses down before death arrived. He stared up at the woman, and pursed his lips. Clearly, she had it out for Krag. Most people did. Graxin did, but now wasn't the time.
Will it ever really be the time?
"I believe you're a bit lost dear." He stated in a pleasant tone. He had no way of knowing what she was trying to do to Krag and frankly, he didn't care. If they could just capture the woman; then things could get underway. Then again, Krag would likely outright kill her. Graxin would rather prod her for these odd little skills she had, and killing extensively made him uneasy. He would do it if it was ordered, of course. With one hand stretched forward, the wild orange flames would curl up at the woman--then diverge toward the vine that kept her aloft. It wasn't aimed to maim her, only to send her toppling to the floor.
"You're outnumbered and your tricks will only last so long. You can't fight this whole ship. Surrender, and your death won't be assured." Graxin continued in that sympathetic tone of his, even as the flames licked at his fingers and flew toward the vines.
[member="Kiyala Demont"]
Will it ever really be the time?
"I believe you're a bit lost dear." He stated in a pleasant tone. He had no way of knowing what she was trying to do to Krag and frankly, he didn't care. If they could just capture the woman; then things could get underway. Then again, Krag would likely outright kill her. Graxin would rather prod her for these odd little skills she had, and killing extensively made him uneasy. He would do it if it was ordered, of course. With one hand stretched forward, the wild orange flames would curl up at the woman--then diverge toward the vine that kept her aloft. It wasn't aimed to maim her, only to send her toppling to the floor.
"You're outnumbered and your tricks will only last so long. You can't fight this whole ship. Surrender, and your death won't be assured." Graxin continued in that sympathetic tone of his, even as the flames licked at his fingers and flew toward the vines.
[member="Kiyala Demont"]
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
"No... But she does have use to me." A very familiar voice would ring throughout the area as a new physical form shimmered into existence - the physical form of Circe Savan. Well, her current form, that is. Turning, she looked across at the woman wearing the necklace she had fashioned months if not years ago. "Kiyala... if you stand down, I'll gladly take care of you while you're in our custody. After all, you'd be mad without that necklace."
[member="Kiyala Demont"]
[member="Kiyala Demont"]
Conceited
| [member="Enigma"] |
The Niathal dropped into the Bimmiel system. At it's helm was Darth Ayra, Lord of the Sith; and her presence was simple. This was New Order business and so, leading one life of Alicia Drey was put aside to fulfill the life of a Sith Lord. Bimmiel was to join the New Order and so it would become a part of Ayra's schemes. She alerted her presence in the system to her Sith Master, Darth Pandeima, by sending a transmission to her current location. "I am here. Where are you?"
The Niathal dropped into the Bimmiel system. At it's helm was Darth Ayra, Lord of the Sith; and her presence was simple. This was New Order business and so, leading one life of Alicia Drey was put aside to fulfill the life of a Sith Lord. Bimmiel was to join the New Order and so it would become a part of Ayra's schemes. She alerted her presence in the system to her Sith Master, Darth Pandeima, by sending a transmission to her current location. "I am here. Where are you?"
Darth Vulcanus
Better than other-other space Kaiden
The woman had quickly zipped away from Vulcanus's reach via magic vines, in intriguing power to say the least. The Dark Lord looked up the witch, anger in his eyes as he recovered from his failed attack, "I will end you this day!" he screamed out to the woman and then prepared to counter. However, that was when he noticed the touch of the force lingering at his leg and he knew exactly what she was trying to do. Luckily, he was a master at Force Combustion and he knew that countering her focus with his own would cancel out her attack and leave her open to a counter assault.
Quickly, the Graug Warlord focused his mind on the working of his leg and fought the Witch's mind with his own, his mind being more attuned would likely win over hers and keep her distracted as Graxin shot his flames up to scorch her.
Quickly, the Graug Warlord focused his mind on the working of his leg and fought the Witch's mind with his own, his mind being more attuned would likely win over hers and keep her distracted as Graxin shot his flames up to scorch her.
Kiyala Demont`
Character
Kiyala smiled as Graxin threatened her and seemingly offered her a way out before unleashing a rather impressive for his rank line of flame at her. It seemed he never learned from his father's mistake, and as it rushed towards her vine's she opened herself up to breath in his energies before they could potentially damage her vines. As she stood there she refocused her and his energies when she felt Krag attempting to resist her force combustion by mentally over-powering her. Unfortunately, not only was she trained against mental attacks but her species was completely immune mental attack which should send the attack doubling back on [member="Darth Vulcanus"] empowered by her strength and his own. All the while Kiyala had not moved from her spot on the ceiling, the facts were that she was more in likely out of Krag's range at least physically. She finally turned her head back towards Graxin, finally dipping into the energy that he'd given her along with some of her own to reach out with the force and attempt to use force combustion on right hand assuming he was right handed.
She then had time to notice that Circe though hidden was not too far from her and finally she threw two Eater grenades at Krag and Graxin to end her assault.
She then had time to notice that Circe though hidden was not too far from her and finally she threw two Eater grenades at Krag and Graxin to end her assault.
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Kiyala Demont"] [member="Darth Vulcanus"] [member="Graxin Rade"]
"On the surface. At the moment, I'm currently meeting with an old friend." A smile crossed her face, only to be replaced with concern - unless Kiyala had healed the wound in the Force she had accidentally fallen upon, the crystals in the nullification necklace that Circe had given her would be practically ready to explode with power. "Kiyala... Follow me..." She whispered into the woman's mind, needing to get her away in case the crystals detonated, killing her and everyone in the vicinity with an enormous blast of Force energy.
"On the surface. At the moment, I'm currently meeting with an old friend." A smile crossed her face, only to be replaced with concern - unless Kiyala had healed the wound in the Force she had accidentally fallen upon, the crystals in the nullification necklace that Circe had given her would be practically ready to explode with power. "Kiyala... Follow me..." She whispered into the woman's mind, needing to get her away in case the crystals detonated, killing her and everyone in the vicinity with an enormous blast of Force energy.
Graxin blinked in confusion as his flames had relatively no effect. Well, that was new. He glanced over to Krag for just a moment to see if the Darth had been expecting it to fail, when the combustion took over his right hand. He stared down at his right hand as a thousand invisible needles drove into the skin and his flesh caught aflame.
It only lasted a moment, but it sent Graxin reeling. He roared in agony, though unlike Krag, he could not channel his pain so easily. He fell back and gripped the railing behind him; staring down at his blackened hand. He went with his first instinct, and reached for the sidearm hanging within his jacket. It was a precaution, nothing more. He would stay out of the fight for now--he only caused more harm than good.
Instead, he closed his eyes, maintaining the subtle fire that kept him from succumbing to an icy death, and focused on trying to channel his energy to Krag. He had never done anything like that before, but it was better than standing there helpless.
[member="Kiyala Demont"] [member="Darth Vulcanus"]
It only lasted a moment, but it sent Graxin reeling. He roared in agony, though unlike Krag, he could not channel his pain so easily. He fell back and gripped the railing behind him; staring down at his blackened hand. He went with his first instinct, and reached for the sidearm hanging within his jacket. It was a precaution, nothing more. He would stay out of the fight for now--he only caused more harm than good.
Instead, he closed his eyes, maintaining the subtle fire that kept him from succumbing to an icy death, and focused on trying to channel his energy to Krag. He had never done anything like that before, but it was better than standing there helpless.
[member="Kiyala Demont"] [member="Darth Vulcanus"]
Conceited
| [member="Enigma"] | [member="Kiyala Demont"] |
"I'll be right back down." Ayra shut the communique offline and took control of the stick that controlled the Niathal. "My stick," she said to herself. Activating the impulse engines of the shuttle, she begun her descent into the atmosphere of Bimmiel towards her Sith Master and the Nightsister who was with her.
"I'll be right back down." Ayra shut the communique offline and took control of the stick that controlled the Niathal. "My stick," she said to herself. Activating the impulse engines of the shuttle, she begun her descent into the atmosphere of Bimmiel towards her Sith Master and the Nightsister who was with her.
Darth Vulcanus
Better than other-other space Kaiden
[member="Graxin Rade"] [member="Kiyala Demont"]
The pain was intense as bolts began to burst into fire and flames, leaving the leg to fall part piece by piece when the internal workings began to fail. The beast roared in pain, his thundering filling the room and echoing down the corridors to the far lift in the back. This pain was easily diverted into pure power and Graxin need not try to give his master power, his pain was enough for the beast to draw essence from. The power of the raw emotions coursed through the dark lord like a flowing river and he quickly used it to start his next assault.
He created a fiery force barrier around himself, the flames taking the shape of an orb and encircling him to protect from any damage the grenade might do. Once the grenade had detonated, the beast concentrated back to the flames he had created. He quickly absorbed the flamed back into his body as he built up a massive amount of darkside energies deep in his soul. With a growling buildup, the beast hit the climax of his attack and shot his hand up towards the woman. There was no flames this time, however. Instead, a massive wave of heat shot forth from the Sith's body and quickly engulfed the entire bridge. So hot was this force created heatwave that it flash heated the metal red and in some spots it even began to melt.
Warning sirens blared as computers burst into flames and the bridge was engulfed into a red light from the encased warning lights. A force user would be able to protect themselves from the initial burst, but the heat would soon get to anyone not familiar with this form of Sith Magic.
The pain was intense as bolts began to burst into fire and flames, leaving the leg to fall part piece by piece when the internal workings began to fail. The beast roared in pain, his thundering filling the room and echoing down the corridors to the far lift in the back. This pain was easily diverted into pure power and Graxin need not try to give his master power, his pain was enough for the beast to draw essence from. The power of the raw emotions coursed through the dark lord like a flowing river and he quickly used it to start his next assault.
He created a fiery force barrier around himself, the flames taking the shape of an orb and encircling him to protect from any damage the grenade might do. Once the grenade had detonated, the beast concentrated back to the flames he had created. He quickly absorbed the flamed back into his body as he built up a massive amount of darkside energies deep in his soul. With a growling buildup, the beast hit the climax of his attack and shot his hand up towards the woman. There was no flames this time, however. Instead, a massive wave of heat shot forth from the Sith's body and quickly engulfed the entire bridge. So hot was this force created heatwave that it flash heated the metal red and in some spots it even began to melt.
Warning sirens blared as computers burst into flames and the bridge was engulfed into a red light from the encased warning lights. A force user would be able to protect themselves from the initial burst, but the heat would soon get to anyone not familiar with this form of Sith Magic.
Conceited
| [member="Enigma"] | [member="Kiyala Demont"] |
The Niathal dropped out of Bimmiel's stratosphere and reared towards the location of Circe Savan and Kiyala Demont. As the Niathal flew, Ayra set the controls onto automatic and spent the rest of the time in between her arrival on Bimmiel to her flight towards her Sith Master and friend by changing into a Sith robe. This was Darth Ayra's business- not Alicia Drey- and so she would dress appropriately.
The Niathal dropped out of Bimmiel's stratosphere and reared towards the location of Circe Savan and Kiyala Demont. As the Niathal flew, Ayra set the controls onto automatic and spent the rest of the time in between her arrival on Bimmiel to her flight towards her Sith Master and friend by changing into a Sith robe. This was Darth Ayra's business- not Alicia Drey- and so she would dress appropriately.
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
Circe stood there, waiting for [member="Kiyala Demont"] to acknowledge her. She didn't want everyone to die from a mistake that ended up damaging or breaking her necklace. If the necklace was broken, a lot of people would likely die.
[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Darth Vulcanus"]
[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Darth Vulcanus"]
Conceited
| [member="Enigma"] | [member="Kiyala Demont"] |
The Niathal touched down near the vicinity of Circe Savan and Kiyala Demont. It's pilot made sure not to land it too close to the two girls, less she crush them with it's weight or suck them into with it's impulse engines. Raising her hands, she typed on the dashboard and informed the ship to open the doors and lower the landing ramp. When it was done, she rose from the pilots seat and made her way to the top of the ramp.
The shadow of Darth Ayra loomed over Darth Pandeima, aka Circe Savan and Ayra's Sith Master, as well as the Nightsister of Dathomir, Kiyala Demont. She watched both of them for a long time; two sulfuric, yellow eyes gleaming from underneath the cowl of her Sith robe.
The Niathal touched down near the vicinity of Circe Savan and Kiyala Demont. It's pilot made sure not to land it too close to the two girls, less she crush them with it's weight or suck them into with it's impulse engines. Raising her hands, she typed on the dashboard and informed the ship to open the doors and lower the landing ramp. When it was done, she rose from the pilots seat and made her way to the top of the ramp.
The shadow of Darth Ayra loomed over Darth Pandeima, aka Circe Savan and Ayra's Sith Master, as well as the Nightsister of Dathomir, Kiyala Demont. She watched both of them for a long time; two sulfuric, yellow eyes gleaming from underneath the cowl of her Sith robe.
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
Looking up, a soft smile crossed Circe's lips. "Oh. Hey, my apprentice. Good to see you're here." Unable to really do much else, she merely waited for the woman known as Darth Ayra to join her at her side, eager to see how Kiyala reacted. Hopefully she would be able to change the jewels in the necklace. If she didn't... Well, disaster was going to result.
[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Kiyala Demont"]
[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Kiyala Demont"]
Conceited
| [member="Enigma"] | [member="Kiyala Demont"] |
"Thanks," she replied to Pandeima, walking forwards and move to the side of her Sith Master. She would gesture to Kiyala with her hand and ask. "Who is this, Master?" Having never met Kiyala Demont before, Darth Ayra was curious. "Not another Ashe," she thought to herself, hoping that another rival wasn't about to enter the mix.
"Thanks," she replied to Pandeima, walking forwards and move to the side of her Sith Master. She would gesture to Kiyala with her hand and ask. "Who is this, Master?" Having never met Kiyala Demont before, Darth Ayra was curious. "Not another Ashe," she thought to herself, hoping that another rival wasn't about to enter the mix.
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Kiyala Demont"]
"She's an old friend of mine. Kiyala Demont. One of the Witches of Dathomir. She left after a woman named Petra Cavataio took over - old teacher of mine, taught me some Dathomiri magic. I made a necklace for Kiyala once, when she hit a Force Reservoir that was driving her insane with power. The crystals in the necklace absorb the stray Force energy. They need to be replaced every so often." She turned to Kiyala. "And I think that may be now."
"She's an old friend of mine. Kiyala Demont. One of the Witches of Dathomir. She left after a woman named Petra Cavataio took over - old teacher of mine, taught me some Dathomiri magic. I made a necklace for Kiyala once, when she hit a Force Reservoir that was driving her insane with power. The crystals in the necklace absorb the stray Force energy. They need to be replaced every so often." She turned to Kiyala. "And I think that may be now."
Conceited
| [member="Enigma"] | [member="Kiyala Demont"] |
"Dathomiri magic? Curious. Another world, another tradition you will have to show me, my Master." Ayra averted her gaze to Kiyala, studying her. She didn't understand about a Force Reservoir, nor the effect that it had on the Nightsister. She turned back to Pandeima to ask. "Force Reservoir? You've lost me, Master." She gave a sheepish grin. Ask anything about a Lightsaber to a blaster carbine and Ayra could talk to you for hours. But the Force was something else. Other than the brutish powers of Force Rage and the Force Maelstrom Ayra could conjure were the limits to her current knowledge of the dark side. Something that Darth Pandeima would have to correct, in due time.
"Dathomiri magic? Curious. Another world, another tradition you will have to show me, my Master." Ayra averted her gaze to Kiyala, studying her. She didn't understand about a Force Reservoir, nor the effect that it had on the Nightsister. She turned back to Pandeima to ask. "Force Reservoir? You've lost me, Master." She gave a sheepish grin. Ask anything about a Lightsaber to a blaster carbine and Ayra could talk to you for hours. But the Force was something else. Other than the brutish powers of Force Rage and the Force Maelstrom Ayra could conjure were the limits to her current knowledge of the dark side. Something that Darth Pandeima would have to correct, in due time.
Kiyala Demont`
Character
Kiyala could tell that Krag was working on something big, not only because of the amount of time it would have taken to build up the energy for such a feat as the one he was performing but also because she could see the force engulfing everything in the room as her HUD alerted her to the rapidly rising heat. But he must be nearly at his energy limit considering that pyrokinesis and convection were two master ranked techniques and then the fact that he was heating the entire spacious room of his command room in the ship which since metal had a very high tolerance for heat naturally. Finally, when you coupled that with the fact that the heat would have to penetrate all collective metal which she was pretty sure this ship was made of metal; it didn't bode well for Krag's energy levels Dark Lord or not. However, for once Kiyala did not know off a way to escape this because no matter where she ran eventually she'd over heat as evidence of his suit threatening to literally melt off of her. Her body glove would protect her from dying from this attack but the usefulness of her armor would be nearly shot.
She could feel [member="Enigma"] and her accomplice readying to leave the ship for a short space flight towards Bimmel. . . Wait space is right there through the glass, Kiyala wrapped herself into her vines which would live as long as she had the energy to sustain them. But as the metal began to erode around her she knew she was running out of time so instead she channeled only a small bit of force energy into her lightsaber before sending it ignited into the glass view port. She watched with a smile as the lightsaber penetrated the glass before completely shattering it opening them and everyone in the room open to the vacuum of space. She did this for two reasons, for one a flame could not exist without oxygen to give it life and also it was impossible for flame to exist in the cold and airless vacuum of space. And unlike everyone else in the room, her suit despite now giving her first to two degree burns that hurt more than she wanted to admit was still completely safe against the vacuum of space. She reached out to [member="Enigma"] through the force hoping she'd return for Kiyala's body as Kiyala released herself from the vines and allowed herself to fly out into space.
[member="Darth Vulcanus"]
She could feel [member="Enigma"] and her accomplice readying to leave the ship for a short space flight towards Bimmel. . . Wait space is right there through the glass, Kiyala wrapped herself into her vines which would live as long as she had the energy to sustain them. But as the metal began to erode around her she knew she was running out of time so instead she channeled only a small bit of force energy into her lightsaber before sending it ignited into the glass view port. She watched with a smile as the lightsaber penetrated the glass before completely shattering it opening them and everyone in the room open to the vacuum of space. She did this for two reasons, for one a flame could not exist without oxygen to give it life and also it was impossible for flame to exist in the cold and airless vacuum of space. And unlike everyone else in the room, her suit despite now giving her first to two degree burns that hurt more than she wanted to admit was still completely safe against the vacuum of space. She reached out to [member="Enigma"] through the force hoping she'd return for Kiyala's body as Kiyala released herself from the vines and allowed herself to fly out into space.
[member="Darth Vulcanus"]
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
"I'll handle her."
Heading to her ship, Circe quickly exited the hangar area, eying over the area of space where the body of the Dathomirian floated within. Swiftly, she opened the rear airlock and pulled the woman's lifeless corpse in, swiftly moving to resuscitate her - what she had just done was likely horribly lethal. Still, she could be resuscitated, Galen Marek-style - with the technology available to the woman known as Darth Pandeima, it wouldn't be too hard. She would travel to the surface, bring the woman back to life... as someone she could rely upon. Her apprentice would follow her.
[member="Kiyala Demont"] [member="Alicia Drey"]
Heading to her ship, Circe quickly exited the hangar area, eying over the area of space where the body of the Dathomirian floated within. Swiftly, she opened the rear airlock and pulled the woman's lifeless corpse in, swiftly moving to resuscitate her - what she had just done was likely horribly lethal. Still, she could be resuscitated, Galen Marek-style - with the technology available to the woman known as Darth Pandeima, it wouldn't be too hard. She would travel to the surface, bring the woman back to life... as someone she could rely upon. Her apprentice would follow her.
[member="Kiyala Demont"] [member="Alicia Drey"]
Conceited
| [member="Enigma"] | [member="Kiyala Demont"] |
The facility on board Darth Pandeima's ship contained the technology that would revive Kiyala Demont and return her to the land of the living. The ship was currently on Bimmiel's surface, as it was far safer than the war torn space above, where Darth Vulcanus and his forces continued their siege of the world. Her apprentice, Darth Ayra, was stood at the background of her Master as she went to work over the Nightsister. She was silent, her yellow, sulfuric eyes watching and learning.
The facility on board Darth Pandeima's ship contained the technology that would revive Kiyala Demont and return her to the land of the living. The ship was currently on Bimmiel's surface, as it was far safer than the war torn space above, where Darth Vulcanus and his forces continued their siege of the world. Her apprentice, Darth Ayra, was stood at the background of her Master as she went to work over the Nightsister. She was silent, her yellow, sulfuric eyes watching and learning.