Shadows of Cyron (TJE Dominion of Hex AI-44)

[Rikaelyr Ragnos]

Blaster bolts flew past her and impacted repeately into the soldier that had caught her shoulder with his blaster, leaving his only just breathing on the floor. Darth Malice walked over to him and knelt down beside his body. Chuckling she reached out with her hand and placed it againsty his face and started to drain what life force he had left causing him to cry out in agony.

The soldiers escorting her watched on at her show of power. One was about to speak but was distracted by the sound of a high pitched howl close by. Malice just looked towards the source of the sound "Let's move out, we are already falling behind, we need to reach the citadel quickly.

Darth Malice and her escort started making their way to the citadel, ambushing any stragglers that were caught retreating or patrolling alone.

 

[Darth Vyrassu]

Darth Vyrassu
Jen'ari Sith Emperor
Objective: Fight with Darth Cyron
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As their respective Melee weapons collide, anyone near the citadel would most likely feel the power emitting from freeze two. Both were trying their hardest swinging at each other every shot blocked by the other, this was an excellent show of duelmanship. Both men showing their dedication to take out the other, heavily focused on killing the other. Vyrassu focused on channeling the pain he was in to fuel himself to keep fighting, a feat Cyron himself was doing. Both men could hear the war raging on around them and could hear the yelling from others as they pushed to the citadel. It's over Cyron, your Empire lie in ruins around us, and now you shall share their demise. Cyron shook his head no. You underestimate me my master. You once were looked upon as the greatest and most powerful Sith of the galaxy. You were my master, but now I'm the master and you're going to die here and now my old master.


The duel between master and former apprentice raged on with a blur of flurries from both men trying to kill the other. Cyron spun around and kicked Vyrassu in the chest. Vyrassu stumbled back and Cyron jumped forward and stabbed his lightsaber through Vyrassu's chest. Cyron got a grin on his face. Cyron pulled his lightsaber out of Vyrassu. Vyrassu channelled everything he had to hold onto life and focus his pain into rage. Vyrassu reached out and blasted the lightsaber out of Cyron's hand with force lightning. Vyrassu then summoned Dark Tendrils around Cyron. As the black smoke like tendrils came up out of the ground and started penetrating Cyron's body, Vyrassu blasted Cyron with a powerful blast of force storm. The massive waves of lightning from Vyrassu's hands engulfing Cyron frying him. The force lightning was so powerful that anyone nearby would be blinded by the light it produced.

Cyron screamed out in pain falling to his knees. Vyrassu stopped the lightning and picked up his Sith sword and started walking towards Cyron. Once he was at Cyron, Vyrassu lifted up his sword looking into Cyron's eyes. You were a failure, legions have risen to test me, they've all failed, and now so have you.....my apprentice. your striving was insignificant, let your death be the same. Vyrassu swung his sword down cutting Cyron's head off and entrapping Cyron's soul in the sword. Upon Cyron's death a massive wave of dark energy blasted out through the land. The wave through Vyrassu down onto his back. The energy destroying everything in it's wake. An earthquake struck the grounds, buildings started falling and crumbling.

Vyrassu mentally put a dark shield around all members of his Empire until the wave died out. The ground quit shaking and Vyrassu laid his head back closing his eyes. Vyrassu had physically died. His spirit left his body disappearing an unknown location. He would be back one day.

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Around the planet everyone would feel The Emperor's death. A massive black lambda shuttle came down and landed near Vyrassu's body. The Imperial guard came out. Some picked up his sword and lightsaber and others picked up his body. They carried it back onto the shuttle. The ramp closed up and the shuttle departed the planet. It's destination unknown. The feeling of emptiness and sadness and coldness swept across the land from the Emperor's death. But the fight must wage on. The Imperial Revanant leader Darth Cyron is dead for good and soon too would be the last of his Empire.

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[Jack Anderson]

Of course compared to the 25 and a half inch mortar shell designed to turn a hardened bunkers into dust and slag the lightning might as well have been just tickling it, though it didn't have much of chance as the the gun took it's sole shot as the dust and ear drum shattering boom subsided, there was another hit this one in the force and physical, Jack knew what this meant, the Emperor had died, though now wasn't the time to deal with that.

Jack screamed an order at his troops. "CHARGE!"

The 22nd went from a disorganised mob the an organised mob pretty quickly as the rushed into the building with Jack at the head lightsabers swinging and blaster bolts lancing past him putting down Cryon's troops one last hurrah before he expected the empire to crumble if the dark council wasn't able to keep things together.

[member="Ashara Evanaris"] [member="Darth Necrin"] [member="Darth Vyrassu"] [member="Demitry Draskovits"] [member="Rikaelyr Ragnos"]

 

[Rikaelyr Ragnos]

Darth Malice and her squad soon arrived at the entrance to the citadel as she felt the emperor fall in battle. She looked up towards the source of it before returning her focus to the battle. As she got closer she could see what had caused the large boom that was also made not so long ago "People and their toys." she chuckled and followed the path to within the citadel, feeling out in the force for anyone still alive or on the brink of death she could potentially use as a 'volunteer' for her experiments.

As she walked through the dead or dying she came across a zabrak female, still clutching her lightsabers and forcing herself to life even though she had already been cut in half and was missing part of her face. Darth Malice looked down at her and signalled for a medic "Stabilise this one, she is strong and will be of use to me. I want her alive." She then walked off to continue her search whilst striking down any that attempted to kill her.

[member="Jack Anderson"]
[member="Darth Vyrassu"]

 

[Jack Anderson]

A medic from the 22nd heard the call and shoved her way over though the flooding of bodies to attend to the Zabrak as her comrades thrust deeper into the citadel and got to work, and dug into her bag o' drugs, not that it was going to help really, and stabbed a needle of painkillers into the dying patient, shutting them up was a good start as the half a female zabrak fell unconscious. Now was the time to work, hands flew as open wounds were cauterised in the usually field method, a piece of durrasteel heated up by blaster fire, next came a blood transfusion, a needle was stuck in the arm that was the least mangled and a tube with a plastic bag full of blood was attached to it, as the patient was going to need at least three bags the medic set the bag on the ground and used her boot force the blood to flow faster.

As she pressed down on the last bag to squeeze it into the somehow still breathing zabrak the medic finally spoke up, "Aye she's gonna live, don' know what yer gonna want with 'er, she really ain't worth the blood I'm puttin' in 'er."

The medic turned to walk away leaving the unconscious zabrak for Darth Malice, though at some point during the exchange the lightsabers they were clutching to for dear life seemed to have been misplaced onto the medic's utility belt, kinda funny how that seemed to happen with most of the weapons from most of the bodies, disappearing into the hands of many of the 22nd.

[member="Rikaelyr Ragnos"]

 

[Demitry Draskovits]

Demitry stood around, twirling the two lightsabers in his hand. He seemed comfortable dual wielding almost immediately, he felt balanced and even. He was contemplating this and letting his mind wander, but then "CHARGE!" was shouted by [member="Jack Anderson"]. This interrupted his chain of thought as the 22nd charged past him. He glanced around towards both [member="Darth Necrin"] and [member="Kao Xusros"] before sprinting off towards the group. He used one of the few force techniques he was comfortable with, using the force to enhance his speed significantly.

He leapt into action almost immediately, slashing and stabbing wildly. He was definitely not adhering to any form, but he was certainly skilled with two lightsabers. He managed to avoid a lot of the shots, and those he didn't manage to avoid were mainly quick jabs instead of life threatening ones. He managed to keep the early momentum of this fight going for some time, but eventually he slowed. Allowing the more skilled to push on a head while he dealt with any stragglers.

[member="Ashara Evanaris"] [member="Rikaelyr Ragnos"]

 

[Darth Necrin]

It came as a surprise, even for the Dark Lord Necrin, when [member="Jack Anderson"] shouted for his Squad to charge. [member="Demitry Draskovits"], Necrin's Apprentice followed them, running With the troopers. Necrin himself started walking after them, looking over the fight that began to take Place. He stood behind the forces, shooting Lightning at enemies from a distance, and cutting Down or flinging away those who came Close.

Moments before they had charged in, he had felt their emperor be killed. But now, during the fighting, he felt another Powerfull being be killed. He knew that [member="Darth Vyrassu"] had killed him, With the last strenght left in his dying body. This meant the end of the Revenant Empire. The rest of the fighting was meaningless. Those loyal to Cyron was without a leader, and Necrin knew they had felt it too. But another feeling had now crept up Necrin's spine, and now he knew what it was. It was not unusual for ripples being sent out through the force when those strong in it died. But when it was someone as strong as Cyron or Vyrassu, it was more like mass-murdering tsunamies being sent out. Which is what happened now. Necrin stopped the fighting, and threw up a shiled around himself and those closest to him. He also felt the prescence of their Emperor protect them from this wave.

[member="Rikaelyr Ragnos"]

 

[Sick Cycle Carousel]

She felt the death of the Emperor surge through her, all those around her made their final attack, Rage consumed every part of her essence, Igniting her light saber any of those that were left she cut down.It did not matter, she decapitated many, arms and limbs severed from their bodies.


Ones that were strewn about her that showed any signs of life she drained the force from them rejuvenating her. Followed by a downward thrust of her lightsaber to the chest. One had started to run towards her, with a quick saber toss impaling him, his torso ripped in half. Her light saber returned to her. She felt a wave and lord Necrin close by cast a barrier of protection breathing heavily she was nearly spent of all energy. The last act of force rage nearly put her into exhaustion, she needed to recuperate.

[member="Darth Pyktis"]
[member="Demitry Draskovits"]
[member="Darth Vyrassu"]
[member="Kao Xusros"]
[member="Nicole Callix"]

 

[Rikaelyr Ragnos]

Darth Malice looked at the medic who seemed to question her reason for keeping the zabrak girl alive. "Don't worry about it, she will be of use to me one way or another. Only time will tell if you get to meet the finished product or not." she chuckled and went to join up with the other sith lords. She walked over to Ashara, noticing the girl was waning she reached out her hand and using the force, forced her body to recuperate itself quicker. "No time to slow down now, we have cleaning up to do. Anything we can use we should scavenge. We might find useful tech lying around somewhere?"