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Duel Sith Civil War: Life is a Lemon and I Want My Money Back (open to two loyalists)

Location: Main Level, Libraries
Objective: Exercise Right to Self-Defense
Tags: Darth Immortuos , Lord Venari Lord Venari , Vallaro Kindall Vallaro Kindall


The Katak crystal was flung out of range before Adekos could get it to burst. Small victories. He would hardly complain. Venari easily replaced his lost lightsaber, and dauntlessly pressed his offensive.​
One lightsaber spiraled through the air, far ahead of its master. A poor choice. Adekos couldn’t puppet a lightsaber himself, but he could slow it down – just enough to catch it by the hilt.​
Darth Adekos caught the weapon, almost as easily as if it had been offered, and turned it on his opponent in the same motion. He caught Venari’s lunge, twisted it around and brought them into blade lock.​
I’m told,” he retorted, straining through gritted teeth, “I have my moments.”​
A stray blast caught Venari in the side, catapulting him far off from Adekos.​
Adekos blinked in surprise, and frowned after his now wayward foe. He appeared to finally notice the state of his surroundings. So much destruction. Apparently the discourse between Immortuous and the mercenary was far less… Elegant.​
No accounting for taste, he supposed. Adekos took this spare moment to rid himself of Venari’s surplus lightsaber. The weapon shuddered in his open palm, then burst apart into its base components, hovering in the air as if part of an instructional hologram.​
They clattered to the ground a moment later; a sad little shower of parts.​
He called his own weapon back to his hand and, without looking, stepped on the crystal of the deposed lightsaber. A quick turn of the heel crushed it. One down, two to go.​
It wasn’t long after that Venari charged in again, flinging debris and directing lightsabers like the conductor of an insane symphony.​
The lightsabers were left to deal with the same issue as before: switching off just before the kill. And this time Adekos was apparently more prepared for the debris.​
An outstretched hand called the Force into a deflective shield, diverting the debris into the already unnavigable pile of crushed shelves and ceiling chunks.​
Don’t you ever get tired of the same two…” He trailed off, having expected Venari to come at him with a lightsaber, and instead finding only a fist.​
It was not something he had been ready for. His blade was held at the ready to intercept another lightsaber – not a punch. It struck him square in the face, sending Adekos stumbling backwards.​
The sensation would have felt like punching steel, but flesh was flesh. A gash opened on his face where he’d been struck. A dull red substance seeped out, too viscous to be blood.​
Adekos touched a disbelieving hand to the wound, then shook the substance off with an exasperated snarl. “You contemptible little…!”​
He did not finish the jeer. Adekos swept forward with maleficent grace, blade spinning in another disorienting flourishes and feints. It ended with a lunge, set to pierce Venari straight through the shoulder of his offending arm.​
 
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Emperor Immortuos

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Location: Library exit, Doorway to main hall
Objective: Dont die...again.

Sunken discolored eyes examined the desolated area. Surveying its ruin for any signs of life. There were many more effective ways of checking for life but Immortuos's mind was riddled with unbridled arrogance. Flaw and mistakes were not of his nature not when he was the only for sure being in reality. A man who had defied death itself in the pursuit of further power. That was his legacy.

" I told you. You would serve me in death." He uttered in his breath. Debris, bookshelves and other such objects obstructing his view slightly and yet he was sure he could sense what remained of his opponent underneath one. Turning his back he looked at the door way. The exit. If he had paid attention he would of head the rocket boots fire off distinctly, but immortuos had other sounds in mind. The clashing of lightsaber blades from Lord Venari Lord Venari and his ally Caulder Dune Caulder Dune were just as potent. Coupled with the crashing fall of the library and it made everything abit hard to hear.

“That was a good one eh? Let’s quit playing games and get to it.” The voice echo'd.


What?! The undead sith lords inner mind screamed with sensations of danger and dread. The paranoia of ill intent. Midst the chaos of battle, The detonite rounds had already been loosed from their magazine and flung from their barrel. Turning around Immortuos was only able to loosely manage a telekinetic grasp over roughly half of the payload. Crushing them midair before they even reached two meters of his form. The other half erupted with shades of orange, yellow and red. Exploding from their casing making contact with the ground and the sith lords upper thigh. It engulfed him whole covering his form. Through it all a distinct snap sounded aloud echoing in the room.

It was his spine.

Charred remains flung to the right and left with force. Two blackened legs, one attached at the hip and the other completely separate. Two different locations they rested still warm. Immortuos, or what was left of his upper half lay three meters back near the door way. Charred torso with arms and head still attached, his glove was the only thing that set him apart from the black floor. Propped against the door way Immortuos opened his maw gasping, his eyes looking down is what he could only express as shock. A crimson hue emitted from his gaze as what could only be assumed was caused by the pain. They boggled in his skull

" Gaaaah. H-h-how?" A black fluid escaped his maw in his question at Vallaro Kindall Vallaro Kindall . Corrupted blood.
 
Ally: Vallaro Kindall Vallaro Kindall
Enemies: Caulder Dune Caulder Dune Emperor Immortuos



It was an unconventional tactic. The best-case scenario saw Adekos still breathing, but a hit was a hit. All was not as it seemed though. When Venari's balled fist connected with the heretic, the minute reverberating force from the blow carried something unexpected with it. Something triggered by their contact. A glimpse, all too brief, at one of many possible outcomes.

Adekos recoiled, confounded by the offbeat attack, which afforded Venari a moment to ponder the coming play. This was going to be painful, but it just might pay off.

You contemptible little…!

The heretic spun about, his lightsaber a consumed the air between the two. Rather than a singular blade it coalesced into a wall of crimson light. Finally, the former Sith lunged ahead.

Here it comes
, Venari thought to himself.

Adekos stabbed true, his blade pierced Venari's robe and lodged itself within. It wasn't a fatal blow, nor one that landed on its intended target. Crimson blades collided as Venari's personal weapon had parried the attack forcing to Venari's left side. Adekos' weapon tore through Venari's left arm just off the bicep. While Venari had been struck, the blades were locked stopping Adekos from swiping the blade aside for a fatal finish.

A searing pain shot through Venari's left side, his blood felt as Vjun's acidic rain. The wound may have been cauterized but the blade's heat still surged through him. An anguished groan escaped Venari.

"Well played," Venari said as he grabbed at Adekos' arms, the force driving his impaled limb. "But, predictable," he finished with a sneer.

A flurry of stone and debris whirled around the two Venari and Adekos. His two floating blades mixed in with their blades deactivated, posing no threat.

The katak crystal resumed its function and began to sap away at his opponent's strength, this time accompanied by Venari's own attempted use of force drain. Two tethers of bogan energy erupted from Venari's hands to latch onto Adekos and drain him further. Lastly, his twin floating weapons swooped behind the heretic and activated simultaneously, one high and to the right, the other lower on the left.

A few meters behind Adekos, droplets seeped through the temple ceiling and burned into a steam on contact with the ground. A caustic tinge took the air. Venari brought his attention back to the Adekos, time would soon make enemy of them all.
 
Location: Main Level, Libraries
Objective: Exercise Right to Self-Defense
Tags: Darth Immortuos , Lord Venari Lord Venari , Vallaro Kindall Vallaro Kindall


Darth Adekos was satisfied to see he had struck true – he was less satisfied to find that Venari suddenly seized his sword arm, holding him in place. He was even less satisfied to find that the Katak Crystal had rejoined the fray.​
Venari said something, but Adekos didn’t hear. A whirlwind of debris was picking up. More telekinetics. What a wellspring of power this man was turning out to be. Adekos attempted to wrench himself free, but it was to no avail.​
The constant drain was starting to wear him down. His ability to call on the Force was diminishing… And rapidly.​
But he still had his wits about him. The lightsabers were flying in again, sprung to life and ready to finish the fight.​
The Umbaran tensed, brow creasing. A spiteful glare locked to his foe.​
A free hand came up, seizing Venari by the throat with an awful, unnatural strength. It was like a metal vice – threatening to crush Venari’s windpipe shut.​
The work of the Nanogene. Adekos had never been one to rely completely on the Force. Sometimes his problems required more material solutions. Still holding the sorcerer, Adekos attempted to swing him around in an arc to intercept the incoming blades: a near-human shield in the crudest sense of the term.​
Adekos could no longer count on himself to deactivate the lightsabers as he had previously, but he could count on Venari’s sense of self-preservation… Or the tendency of people to lose their focus while being deprived of oxygen.​
Once the threat had subsided, Adekos would attempt to dispense with Venari - tossing him to the side and freeing himself.​
 
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C:\Vallaro\Mission\Allies> Lord Venari Lord Venari
C:\Vallaro\Mission\Enemies> Emperor Immortuos | Caulder Dune Caulder Dune
C:\Vallaro\Mission\Objective> Hurt people


The roar of rocket boots diminished as Vallaro took to ground. Dusk blocked his vision as particulate from the detonite barrage filled the air. Rock and debris crunched underfoot announcing his presence with every step. Normally Vallaro would work to suppress such sounds. Moving quick and quiet was the hallmark of a good hunter but the ringing in his ears made sure he couldn't even tell how loud he was. "Ah tinnitus, my old friend" He massaged his ear trying to relieve himself of the noise but it was no use. Close to twenty explosions back to back had wreaked havoc on his hearing and there was no recovering from that while he was still in this crumbling temple.

Around him small puddles of acid began to form as the integrity of the building was pushed beyond its limits. He considered for a moment throwing a shiva knife into the dust but it wasn't his intention to bring the building down around him if he didn't need to. Instead, he waited a moment and watched. His target was in there somewhere. He just had to see where and then he could make his next move.

As the dust settled. It took a second or two for Vallaro to grasp the scene before him. a lost limb, a mangled body, a golden gauntlet. He could see the mouth of the creature before him speak, but the words were lost to the ringing in his ears. The hunter stepped closer, holstering his SMG as he approached what he believed to be the defeated body of his opponent. "Well then, that was fun." He picked shards of rock from his skin. "Ya know, once this temple crumbles it'll be a world of pain for ya, won't it. That was a neat trick, pushing the bookcases onto me. Got damn close with that one." The hunter pulled a knife from his rig with a twirl. "Don't worry, I'm just gonna make sure you can't leave this place before it crumbles. You still have time." A wicked grin formed on his face as he pondered where to cut first, fully sure that his opponent was defeated.

The Sith didn't have a monopoly on arrogance.
 

Emperor Immortuos

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Immortuos's beady eyes gazed up at Vallaro Kindall Vallaro Kindall before clutching his chest. More black fluid came out of his mouth, slowly and oozing onto what remained of his body. Gasps and chocking noises were all that formed as the Sith Lord attempted to speak. Briefly he looked around the temple in its failing state and could foresee his tomb. Dreadful. Mean while his foe mocked and stood before his ruin. Nulgath could barely speak by now. The left hand the clutched his chest with a fist opened slightly as if his thinly fingers were the first sign that he was going to pass on to the netherworld once and for all. The sith lords head tilted back more against the wall letting out a gasp of dry air from his lungs, unhindered by fluid. It was ironic that the end would be in a place filled with darkside relics.

" Adekos.." He voice was barely a whisper. Even if his partner managed to arrive he doubted any help would come of it. A cold chill hissed between Immortuos and Vallaro within those pitiful moments. A cold wind. As the mercenary searched for a place to finish the sith lord off. Relaxing his left hand more Immortuos let its grasp on chilled air pivot to have direction toward the mercenary and he uttered a phrase while looking the down to the other end of the library.


" The...Holocron.." His voice started normal and faded to a whisper and at the same time the tool of his revenge sprang to life with another chill of the air. Sharp as a needle and cold as hoth a imperceivable spear head of both sound and sight had unsuspectingly grew between them in a moment. A darkshear. Poised to impale Vallaro's right shoulder from Immortuos's puppeteering display of drama and acting.

It was all a ruse and like a loaded spring here came the punchline.

Lord Venari Lord Venari
Caulder Dune Caulder Dune
 
Ally: Vallaro Kindall Vallaro Kindall
Enemies: Caulder Dune Caulder Dune Emperor Immortuos


Despite the Firrerreon's naturally enhanced strength, he couldn't pry Adekos' vice-like grip loose. His enemy's stamina was abating, his ability to manipulate the force, dwindling, but when Adekos' fist bolted to the Sith Lord's throat, both the draining tethers of dark side energy and the whirlwind surrounding the two dissipated. The tools left to Venari included the Katak crystal gorging on what little power the Umbaran had left, his mitts... which unfortunately didn't cut it against Adekos' unnatural strength, and of course, the force. The constant draining Venari had subject Adekos had left the loyalist near top form, his current predicament notwithstanding.

The heretic spun Venari about, a living shield against his own weapons. An opportunity, a risky opportunity, presented itself.

As the loyalist was spun about his weapons pulled away. With his hands still locked onto Adekos's arms, Venari poured a current of lightning into his enemy. It didn't last long and Venari couldn't confirm any damage, nor was he sure of what other tricks Adekos had up his sleeve but at the very least his gauntleted ally shouldn't have been able to absorb such a direct attack.

Venari tumbled through the air as Adekos tossed him aside. The very edge of one of his blades nicked his back, apparently he failed the maneuver them far enough before focusing on the electrical current. His armorweave robes had absorbed the worst of the damage but that didn't distract from the searing tinge the lightsaber left behind.

The Sith Lord crashed into one of the fallen stone bookcases and rolled over. His body ached, he'd taken some blows, but his enemy was as a beast backed into a corner, which could only mean the curtains were coming to a close.

Venari came to and righted himself, "do you feel it?" The Sith lord asked, dusting off his robe. His three blades took up his flank, "the end draws near, heretic," he taunted.

"Did you believe this, rebellion, could end any other way!" He grunted as his three weapon beamed toward Adekos.

In Venari's left arm, raw dark side energy began to swell. The holocron could be exhumed from the rubble, but he'd have these rebels dealt with here and now.
 
Anticipation swelled inside the hunter. This was it, his favorite part: the kill. Gunshots and quick deaths where what he gave the weak and uninteresting, but that man, this creature before him was anything but. Even as the temple around him began to crumble he paid it no mind. He wanted to savor this. Death comes but once in a lifetime.

The ringing in Vallaro’s ears began to fade. He could hear the clatter of stone on stone as the roof above was slowly giving way to age, explosions, and the weight of rain. A chilled breeze filled the space between them. Hairs at the hunter’s neck stood on end in reaction to threats he could not yet consciously perceive. He positioned himself for the first cut. His prey reminded him that that overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer.

There was a sharp bolt of pain as an invisible manifestation of Immortuous’s will pierced through the hunter’s right shoulder sending him several meters backward. Implants kicked in to dull the pain, but rage had already done that part for him. He’d been made a fool by this monster. But now he understood. The stench of death that was emitting from this monstrosity was more than just the corpse rot it carried. It was a warning: Face me at your peril, death becomes me.

“So, you still have some pep,” The words poured with malice just as his wound poured with blood. He was on the clock now. While he could deal with the pain, blood loss was a factor he’d not yet taken control of. He had to finish this and get back to his ship soon or they would both find this place to be their tomb. “Fine, I’ll just have to make this quick then.” He began walking up to his target, left hand balled into a fist with murderous intent. He had one shot, he had to finish this.

Emperor Immortuos Caulder Dune Caulder Dune Lord Venari Lord Venari
 

Emperor Immortuos

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After the bolt was sent. After the blood had been spilled and the strike was made. The curtains all fell. A sinister laugh croaked out of the Sith Lord in his "weakened" state. His hoarse laughing voice edgeing the eardrums to highs and lows in pitch. Till it became nothing more than an oscillating scream. A crazied grin stretched across the Undead sith lords visage. A smile that seemed all too big to hold and dripping with black goo from the mouth itself. Paired with the beady red suns that blazed away in the socket of Immortuos's sunken skull, everything about the situation screamed against the natural order that was life.

WRONG, WRONG, WRONG. THIS IS WRONG.

Immortuos's gloved hand balled to a fist swiftly and his bisected body rose from the floor. Levitating itself upward and his maw opened wider baring rotten incisors. His movement became haunting. This floating torso of a corpse wafting its way toward its next victim. Both arms outstretched to tear into flesh. The journey was halted sort after a clank made contact with the Sith lords gloved hand. Whatever hit it had splattered against the material and sprayed into the rest of Immortuos's being. Smoke hissed from his body. Whatever bio-chemical payload on him was fast acting in reaction and already the reaper had come for death itself. Half of Nulgaths torso was nothing more than mush. Disolving onto the floor. The glove that he was so found of lay detached from his body, host to a melted limb. Plopping to the floor in agony. Nulgaths pain manifested in the form of a soundwave riding on the currents of the darkside. Maddening rage, hunger and bloodlust over took his senses. His gaze were that of daggers to stab Vallaro Kindall Vallaro Kindall mental. A frantic last assault to lash out at his opponent.

Mentally ... and physically.

Sinking his left clawed hand into the floor Nulgath launched what little was left of his form launching himself at the cyborg. Maw opened wide to bite into his shoulder. Bits and globs of himself detaching from his melted form as he flew.

If he was going to to fall so was his opponent.
 
It had worked. Hex grip was Vallaro's singular ace up his sleeve. That single shot alone had cost more than half the augmentations in his body. A rush of satisfaction coursed through him as he watched Imortuous's body begin to dissolve. He relished in the suffering he'd brought to his opponent. "How'd ya like that you ugly bastard." The words barely came out as the hunter struggled to maintain consciousness. And yet, the battle was not over. His opponent began to howl with a crazed smile the hunter would not soon forget. "This, this is the determination of the sith... His body is dissolving before him and even still it's not enough." For the first time in years, terror entered the hunter's mind.

"That's not possible"

The monsters howl grew and to a wicked scream. Oscillating waves of cursed sound pierced Vallaro's body. Force imbued anguish overpowered the hunter's pain dampeners brought him to a knee as white-hot jolts of suffering raced through his body. His mind remained clear though, the saving grace of his Epicanthix heritage was his last bastion of hope. There wasn't enough time to formulate a plan, only decisive action could save him now.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion.

His mind raced. He could barely move. There was no dodging the attack at this rate. Mustering the last of his speed Vallaro drew yet another shiva knife from his rig. He couldn't throw it, there wasn't that much fight left in him, but he could feed the fist directly into his opponents gaping maw. The hunter thrust his fist forwards directly at his charging opponent. One last-ditch effort. The grenade and the hex grip together. the explosion would play a two-fold purpose. Its raw destruction should be enough to kill outright at this range, but the aerosolized Trihexalon would be the true killer. All he could do now was pray that the explosion didn't kill him too and that Venari would find him before death did.

"Tell me how ya like the taste of this... You monster."

Emperor Immortuos Caulder Dune Caulder Dune Lord Venari Lord Venari
 

Emperor Immortuos

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There was the howl.

A scream of a thousand souls in anguish. Raging against ill fate, only to soon meet another. Immortuos Began them all. The spirits and souls tied to his mangled body. He was feral, an animal taken over by instinct the the need to feed. It was the virus that had given him up into immortality. Blackwing. The black glops of liquid that had dissolved. The fluids that dripped from his gaping maw! Sheathing over his jagged teeth poised to sink into flesh. One bite was all it would take for infection to root. A last ditch effort for some semblance of survival. Not the Sith Lords though.

His fate was sealed long ago.

It happened in a flash. A blitz of movement. Single arm that dug into the floor and heaved what was left of Nulgaths torso toward the cyborg in a frenzy of shouting. Down to the last few seconds of undeath Immortuos held the unnatural smile over his visage. Apon impact with the foreign blade the cyborg Vallaro Kindall Vallaro Kindall held ready, a last stand, Everything turned white. Force of explosive waves tightening its grip apon what remained of Immortuos's form. Have you ever wondered what happened to a creature the size of a large womp rat when it was struck with an explosive round?

Well, The same could be said here, but much more violent. Within the veil of white heated light the skeletal features of the Sith lord dissolved into oblivion. The face of the undead man glaring to his opponents. With each nanosecond of time matter was torn from his entire head and torso intill...Nothing. Who knew how the explosion would effect its owner as well. When the explosion was no more an echo, there was nothing left of Darth Immortuos to be found expect the gauntlet that lay on the floor, some putrid black blood and the lingering essence of wrongness that stained the temple floor.

Whispers crawling through stale air, loud and frantic. As soon as they arrived they then left leaving the mortal plane and entering Chaos itself.
 
Location: Main Level, Libraries
Objective: Flee Ingloriously
Tags: Darth Immortuos , Lord Venari Lord Venari , Vallaro Kindall Vallaro Kindall


It seemed Adekos had been successful in staving off the lightsaber and throwing Darth Venari away, though the parting gift for such an activity was a blast of electricity straight to the face. Tutaminis might have come in handy, but he hadn’t exactly been expecting it.​
The force of the blast sent him off his feet, and the Umbaran’s flight was rudely interrupted by an unforgiving stone wall. Smoke rose from his body. Singed. Scorched. Pained. But a Dark Sider knew how to handle that sort of thing, or so he liked to tell himself.​
His vision returned to focus just in time to witness Darth Immortuous explode in terrific fashion. He would have winced if he had the time. Presently his thoughts were focused on a sinking suspicion he had for some time now: that it was time to leave.​
And leave he did – if not in an exceedingly graceful fashion.​
Adekos rolled to the side, grunting with the effort, before scrambling inelegantly through a doorway he had landed conveniently beside. Intuition could guide him back to his transport.​
Or so, again, he liked to tell himself.​
Venari’s taunts were left to the thoughtful consideration of the open air. By the time the Firrerreon had returned to his feet, Adekos had taken off. Floating lightsabers cut through the smoke caused by the cavalcade of explosives, but did not find any Umbaran to cut into.​
Listening closely, one could almost hear Adekos’ footfalls as he fled down the shadowy hall.​
 

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