Stranded in Sith space

[Vivia Rompdewi]

3rd person POV:

On the city world of Desevro, a Jedi is cut down. a group of 5 Sith acolytes close in on a crashed ship. Suddenly, a large piece of shrapnel goes flying towards the Sith. It hits one head on, killing them instantly. An orange lightsaber is thrown from the ship into another Sith's chest. A one armed woman ( Vivia Rompdewi ) walks out of the ship and tries to pull her lightsaber back into her hand. All 3 remaining Sith attempt to stop her by force pulling it back, but it only slows the weapon down. Vivia grabs it and begins dueling the 3 Sith. 2 of them didn't last more than 30 seconds. The last one, who looked to be some sort of commander lasted a little more than a minute before being cut across the chest.

Vivia quickly runs back to the ship to check on her friends. But all she finds is death. Her master, Nosnum, Lydi, and all the people who's names she never knew are gone. She can barely hold her emotions in long enough to check everyone's bodies. She hears another lightsaber ignite and cut something followed by a woman screaming. She runs over to the sound to find Maya, still alive, but her leg is crushed under rubble and she has just amputated it. Vivia embraces Maya tightly, never wanting to let go. Maya asks,

"Where are the others?"

Vivia just looks at her, tears in her eyes, shaking her head. Maya immediately understands. What neither of them understand however is the sudden shift in the force.

"What happened? I heard fighting"
"I think.... I think.... I think members of the Sith Order attacked us" Says Vivia, with contempt in her voice. When she said "Sith Order", Maya could have sworn she saw a hint of orangish yellow in Vivia's purple eyes.

The 2 Jedi assume that the presense of Sith has something to do with the recent assassinations of the Jedi council and the Senate. Maybe the Sith Order returned while Vivia was stranded on Odacer Faustin. However, They are about to learn that these events are no longer recent. That those assassinations happened long ago. That they have accidentally time travelled to 1,700 years after their own deaths. That they have time travelled to the Chaos Era.

 

[Varin Mortifer]

Equipment: Sith Mace, Crossguard hilt saber, Armor but looks like this​

He watched as a squad of amateur acolytes were cut down with ease from their one armed foe. Standing atop an abandoned building looking over the whole thing. He watched the Jedi retreat back to a crashed ship. His gaze glared as he slid his helmet atop his head and pulled his heavy mace from its holster on his back.

Foolish acolytes.

He leapt from the building onto the crashed ship with a heavy thud that echoed through its hull. Flames shot from his back in a shape that very nearly resembled wings, as though through time of trials and combat they began to shape themselves. The heavy armored boot falls thudded over the ship as he slowly approached its edge. Lightning crackled over the mace as he stopped just at the edge. He listened. There was more than one, and he could sense pain in the air, followed by the scent of a burning wound.

A wounded one.

He drew his heavy saber hilt as smoke from the flames began to bathe the top of the ship, seeping almost like it was alive into the ship, crawling along its floor. He then dropped off the top of the ship, landing in front of the doorway. His size was like a blockade from the exit, as his gaze fell onto the interior.

His saber ignited like a ship's thruster, the eranite crystal from within flared to life like a blade of flame and plasma, giving a volatile look and resembling the shape of a long sword. The Sith diamond that chose him.

His prey was just inside. But he waited for it.

Vivia Rompdewi​

 

[Vivia Rompdewi]

Vivia hears a lightsaber ignite outside the ship. She feels that familiar feeling again. The pull of the dark side. How could the Sith have returned so quickly? She doesn't know that she is now in a time where the Sith thrive. From her perspective, they returned in full force in less than 3 weeks. and judging by the way the force felt, she guesses that the Jedi are on the backfoot. She feels guilt for a second. Maybe if she hadn't gone on the mission to Odacer Faustin, she could have done something. But now isn't the time for regrets. Now is the time for battle. Maya senses Vivia's anger, and to calm her down, she says

"Everythings gonna be ok, we'll get through this"

Maya puts her hand on Vivia's cheek and looks at her, thinking about how they once loved each other when they were padawans and thinks for a second about what to do. After a second, she takes her hand away and says,

"Good luck"

That helps Vivia calm down temporarily, but it doesn't bring back her dead friends. The fire spreads to the interior of the ship. Maya hides behind the burning craft while Vivia gets up, ignites her lightsaber, and heads out of the ship. She stares at the figure ( Varin Mortifer ) on top of the destroyed craft while holding her lightsaber in a defensive stance

"I know you're probably here to kill me, but I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. However I've beaten Sith ten times as powerful as one of your goons. So don't try anything. Tell me. What happened to the galaxy?"

 

[Zinayn]

Zinayn had been on alert following a subspace anomaly detected by one of the Diarchy's listening posts near Sith space. The readings from the anomaly were remarkably similar to the readings obtained from Iandre Athlea 's escape pod he'd found so many months ago. Unlike how he'd discovered Iandre, this ship had come down very recently. As in, other people would be coming to investigate the downed ship soon. He'd already met one time traveler. Why not a second? Infiltrating Sith space was easy enough. The hard part would be getting out.

The Chiss shuffled slowly in the alleyway, back against the wall, as he peered out at the burning ship. A figure stood in the entryway, electricity running excitedly over the mace in his hand. A Sith, by the darkness of his presence in the Force. Zinayn expanded his senses and came across two lighter presences in the ship, one of them severely injured. While the thought of adding himself to the equation was an idea he considered, he decided to stay hidden for now and observe. A nightdragon waiting to get a jump on an unsuspecting whisperbird.

Varin Mortifer Vivia Rompdewi

 

[Varin Mortifer]

He hears their voices, feels the suffering, the confusion. But hungrily he feels their light side prowess. It drowns any sympathy he would have. His eyes burn with the intensity of a burning city as he looks at her stance. Slowly he takes a step forward.

“They were no henchmen of mine. Merely fodder to prod and test. Sent out to die for knowledge. If they had survived then they would become true Sith, we cull the weak so we remain strong.”

His head tilted when he processed her question.

“The galaxy is ever changing, Jedi. You either abide by it, or you die. It is as simple as that.”

Change was always inevitable. But her question brought a slight confusion to Varin. What could she mean? In the end it didn’t matter. She was a jedi who foolishly brought herself and the other one into Sith territory. A death sentence to most Jedi.

“The other one in there is not going to last long with those wounds.”

He stared her down, slowly walking forth again.

“Our numbers overwhelm you both. And with dead weight, you will not last long, no matter how strong you are. If we Sith don’t kill you, then Desevro will.”

His voice was deep, but it carried as a chilling breeze wrapped around the both of them.

“Letting her live would be a great cruelty on your end Jedi. Let me end her, and I will grant you another day.”

His grip tightened on his mace as he spoke those final words. In Varin’s eyes he would be doing her a service. Desevro would make her death slow and painful. To Varin, there was no sport in killing at the moment. The clouds began to darken as he pointed his saber towards her.

“Or I could end you both now.”

He heard Ignati sniffing the air in his head, watched his invisible form that was only visible to him slither his smoking body out of his back.

I sense someone else boy. But I can't pin where. Be on your guard.

Vivia Rompdewi | Zinayn​

 

[Vivia Rompdewi]

Vivia gets into her usual Form II fencer stance.

"If she desires to die.... then I will do what I must", She said hesitantly.

"But until that happens, you will not touch her. A day ago, I would have tried to redeem you, but now I understand that Darth Nosnum was the only good Sith"

Vivia thinks of her friend, Darth Nosnum. She had redeemed him and set him on the course for healing, but he had died in the crash. She now realizes that Nosnum was an exception in the Sith. All but a select few of them, including the boy in front of her, were just as bad as Nosnum's master. Greedy, abusive, broken individuals who cared about nothing but themselves. She thinks for a second, and has a bit of an epiffany. her newfound purpose is to eliminate the Sith from the galaxy. Of course, if she found a conflicted Sith, she would try to redeem them, mainly in honor of Nosnum, but she doubted she would find any like him. Looking at her opponent with a newfound focus, she asked,

"In the past month, I have defeated 3 Sith lords, 5 of those weaker ones, and a Jedi master. So show me, Sith, what makes you think you'll do any better?"

 

[Zinayn]

Zinayn watched as one of the presences from inside the downed spacecraft exited, preparing to confront the Sith. He couldn't clearly hear their words from this distance, but he could guess they were a mix of "I hate you" and "Prepare to die". Before entering open view, he solidified his plan, as Chiss tended to do before beginning a fight. His primary objective was to get off of this planet very soon, as in 20 minutes or less. To do that, he had to incapacitate the Sith first. Then, he'd have to confirm his hope that the woman and the injured presence inside were friendly. He could get a head start on the latter by helping her defeat the Sith or by helping whoever was inside the ship.

Resting his hand on the grip of his katana, he stepped out of the alleyway and approached the confrontation with unhurried steps. His presence in the Force was now very noticeable, projecting calm into the tense atmosphere. When he was within hearing distance, he stopped and swept his gaze over the burning vessel before fixing his crimson eyes on the woman and the Sith. "Excuse me. I'm sure we can solve this problem without resorting to violence," he said smoothly. Yet, his grip on his katana ensured that they would recognize that, should his offer of a peaceful solution be declined, violence was certainly an acceptable path.

Vivia Rompdewi Varin Mortifer

 

[Vivia Rompdewi]

Vivia opens her mouth to speak, but instead decides to let the Sith ( Varin Mortifer ) make the next move. Vivia does not let her focus falter, paying attention to all her surroundings and especially on Maya's hiding place. Call it awareness or call it a bit of paranoia, but she does consider that this whole setup might be a trap. After a second, Vivia decides to ask the new person ( Zinayn ) the same question she asked Varin Mortifer .

"What happened to the galaxy?"

To give some additional context she adds,

"I was stranded on Odacer Faustin for the past few weeks. Where am I now?"

 

[Zinayn]

Zinayn had dealt with one time traveler before, so when the woman asked what had happened to the galaxy, he knew she was asking seriously. "The galaxy has been like this for some time now," he said, eyes narrowing as he heard her story about being stranded. "Nothing overly significant has happened in the past 'few weeks', leading me to believe you were stranded longer than you think."

His glowing eyes flicked to the Sith and his electric mace. "But now is not the time to learn about what happened while you were away. You are in hostile territory, and I can get you out. We need to move quickly," he said with a note of warning in his voice.

Zinayn turned more fully towards the Sith, fingers tightening imperceptibly on the hilt of his weapon. His voice dropped lower as he said, "I presume you are opposed to the idea of allowing us passage out of Sith space without a fight? Or are you wiser than these?" His free hand gestured to the bodies of the fallen Sith acolytes that had originally attacked the ship.

Vivia Rompdewi Varin Mortifer

 

[Varin Mortifer]

Equipment: Heavy Sith Mace, Crossguard hilt Lightsaber, Armor but looks like this​

The first Jedi challenged him, to show her what he is made of. As he was about to grip his mace to level it towards her another voice broke out behind him tearing his gaze towards the noise. He shifted his stance so that he could see both of them. Claiming to not resort to violence.

As if the Jedi knew such a thing. Sith and Jedi thrived on violence alike. Whether the Jedi admitted it or not.

He could not let them escape. He needed to bring them both in for questioning. Likely they would not come willingly. His neck tilted until the tendons tightened enough to give a loud audible pop as he cracked his neck. So far he was the only one to check out the wreckage that had a brain, unlike the first years that tried to intercept. Odds were not in his favor at the moment.

His gaze glared towards the both of them.

“I unfortunately can not simply let you both leave. Enemies of Desevro and the Covenant must be taken in for questioning.“

The High Sith runes carved along his armor began to glow like a furnace. A flame began to snake down his back and leg, quickly engulfing the area around the three of them in flame. A ring of heat.

“I vowed my oath to that.”

His voice began to grow deeper, almost animalistic.

"Surrender your weapons now, I will take you in without harm."

Vivia Rompdewi | Zinayn​

 

[Vivia Rompdewi]

Vivia readies her weapon for a fight, but seeing as the Sith has the high ground, she doesn't risk attacking.

"YOU may take us in without harm, but do you really think that the other Sith will just let us have a tea party with them? Think long and hard about what your colleagues would do"

 

[Zinayn]

The heat of the fire quickly surrounded them, its orange light playing across his skin. With one hand, he drew his katana slowly from its sheathe, feeding it with the Force. The Sith's request for surrender was merely a formality, as was Zinayn's prior offer for a peaceful resolution. They all knew it would come down to a fight. He considered the Jedi in his peripheral vision. She had just come from another time and was confused by these new surroundings. Her mental state had to be a factor in his calculations. The Chiss wasn't certain that she would be a reliable ally in this fight, but as they had a common enemy in this Sith, he hoped she wouldn't be mentally fragile enough to turn on him in the middle of battle.

Zinayn held his blade facing towards the sky by his ear, left side facing the Sith so his torso was angled towards the Jedi. That way, he could watch both of them. Seeing the Jedi assume a defensive stance, the Chiss held back the urge to advise her on strategy. Time was not on their side. They needed to incapacitate the Sith as quickly as possible so they could get away before extra Sith reinforcements came.

Hoping that she would follow his example in going on the offensive, Zinayn stretched out a hand and sent a pulse of emerald electricity towards the Sith to probe his defenses.

Vivia Rompdewi Varin Mortifer

 

[Leo Vandermolen]

Operation: 'Major Pain in the Ass' was starting off with a bang.

Infiltrating through the Sith blackwall was a seemingly impossible task. Every old smuggler contact that Leo could think off had given up on the prospect of ever getting in while it was still active and he'd been driven to his wit's end trying to come up with a viable solution.

But who would have guessed that damn Whiphid fortune-teller was actually onto something. It was the Purgills… they were the key. Only a madman would voluntarily park themselves in the mouth of a giant space whale and hitch a ride, but then again, only a madman would voluntarily enter Sith space with the express intent of undermining the Sith Order from within.

But with the hard part over, now came the impossible; properly establishing himself here without drawing too many eyes…



Desevro had made for a good start, located in the Order's exclave state, far enough from any major threats but still under Sith occupation, allowing Leo to do some good. So here he lay for the time being, posted high up in an apartment, rented under a carefully chosen pseudonym, surveying the outside world.

It had to be said that a ship crashing in the streets nearby, followed by a swarm of Sith rushing in to investigate was not exactly on the list of things he had expected upon his arrival, nor was it helping his goal of staying relatively undetected, but some things are out of our hands.

Leo knew that whoever was in that ship was more than likely Sith food unless somebody stepped in to get them to safety, and against his better judgement, he decided he would try to be that somebody.

He used what little time he had to gear up, ensuring he was fully equipped in his phrik armour and that his mask was secured tightly over his face. Assembling an old, salvaged sniper blaster that was taken apart to more easily smuggle into the city, he flung himself out of the window, deftly scaling up to the building's roof to get a better angle of the scene playing out before him.

It seemed that a Jedi, lost and out of their depth, had emerged from the wreckage, ready to face the Sith onslaught on route to investigate. Leo magnified his mask's view lenses to assess further. A unique Sith, more foreboding than the usual chaff, seemed to be leading the group and calling for the Jedi's surrender, when suddenly a Chiss man had emerged from the shadows.

Must be getting rusty to have not noticed his force presence before. Need to focus. Leo thought. But perhaps it had just been obscured by the overwhelming presence emanating from the other two users closer to the ship.

Tensions were heating to a climax and Leo could sense that there was no diplomatic way out of this situation for the woman and the Chiss as the Sith blazed with literal fire. It's now or never Leo.

He lined up his shot, the crosshairs of his blaster pointed at the back of the Sith's right knee. If he way lucky, he hoped to exploit a common weakness in heavier armours that would incapacitate him, and Leo could get the other two out of there quickly before more damned Sith showed up.

The Chiss surprised assumedly everyone by getting the battle underway with a stream of electricity shot directly at the blazing man, and not one to waste an advantage, Leo let loose his rifle in unison. It would seem his infiltration plan was going to start off with a literal bang…

Vivia Rompdewi | Varin Mortifer | Zinayn​

 

[Varin Mortifer]

Ignati hissed into Varin's mind.

I sense……someone else too….

The green lightning shot forth towards Varin, he did not move. The brunt of the damage absorbed by the armor's resistances, Varin's body devoured the rest the armor could not handle.

INCOMING

Ignati roared into Varin's head as his body shifted almost like a blur. The past year of pushing Ignati's senses to keep an eye out for certain ambushes had paid off. The round that was fired sunk right into the ground, had he not moved the impact likely would have caused some damage.

His head slowly turned towards the chiss.

“...so you have chosen…death.”

Pulling his mace back and with a yell he slammed the heavy weapon into the ground. A burst of force energy shot towards the Chiss as Varin dashed towards him with his saber at the ready.

Find out where that shot came from Ignati.

Varins demand echoed in his head to the darkside entity trapped in his body.

A small wisp of smoke climbed to the sky, mending with the air, nearly unnoticeable to any who weren't paying attention. Gliding with the wind the spirit of Ignati began to search for the other assassin.

More than likely the sniper would already be on the move to a new spot.

Varin's armored boots screeched as the metal of his soles carved into the stony ground beneath them, setting himself up beside the Chiss that attacked first.

“I gave you your chance.”

His arm outstretched towards the Chiss swordsman, a stream of flame roared towards him from Varin's palm. Flames imbued with the darkside, the roar was followed by what sounded like screams of lost souls sent to Bogan. Varin's eyes flared like an inferno as the air around him began to grow hotter.

Vivia Rompdewi | Zinayn | Leo Vandermolen​