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Survival of The Order

@[member="Darth Naefas"], @[member="Darth Vindica"], @[member="Tiiona"]


One then two and finally a third shot was batted away by Darth Zarrah as she moved toward the pair of Republic soldiers, their lives on the verge of judgment, who sought to capture her and force her to stand trial in front of the Jedi Council; or kill her outright. She was surprised to see the Republic on the planet of Dathomir but here they were. The Nightsisters that held a shaky domination of the planet had no love for the Sith nor the Jedi or the Empire and the Republic. Still, she felt it was far safer for now to haunt this planet then to roam through the galaxy with no apparent destination in mind. In fact, she had grown tired of planet jumping in search of the others. She, of course, had found some during her travels but the Jedi and Republic were pouring more and more resources in to tightening their grip on their recently conquered star systems, giving them ample time to seek out the remnants of both the Empire and Sith. But today would not be the day they could boast of the capture of the Sith Witch.

Redirecting another blaster bolt with a flick of her wrist, she watched the blue energy beam hit the soldier in the throat dropping him quickly. The dead soldier's partner risked a glance at his fallen comrade and it was a mistake he would never learn to regret. Just as the black and purple blade from her left lightsaber powered down through her technique of Trakata, she first ripped his weapon from his hands, pulling it toward her and when it was in range, she split it into two using the blade from her right lightsaber. The soldier quickly spun around in a attempt to flee the Sith Lady but was caught in a powerful grip, his hands clawing at invisible hands clutching and squeezing his windpipe tight.

Lifting the soldier of his feet, Darth Zarrah leisurely walked toward her suspended victim turning his body so he was forced to face her. Her cold and golden eyes, filled with extreme hatred and anger, bore holes into the soldier's eyes. "You come here with the audacity of capturing me...or killing me since you reacted first with your uncivilized weapons. Fool!" Darth Zarrah, with the aide of the Force, flung the soldier into a tree and laughed as she heard his breath betray him while a few bones splintered from the impact. But she was not done. Uttering the spell word Kesti, she unleashed the Sith spell Dark Side Tendrils on the soldier. Black snake like tendrils began to manifest all around the wounded soldier, wrapping themselves around him. Pouring more and more of her malice into the spell, Darth Zarrah began to crush the soldier's remaining bones until the began to jut out from his flesh. Darth Zarrah recanted the spell taking in the death of the soldier through the Force.

Returning her two killing tools to her waist belt, she left the two soldiers to now play the role of meat for the various predators and scavengers that stalked the surface of Dathomir. Her goal was not yet complete. She was still looking for traces of the Sith; those that had survived the onslaught.
 
Dathomir. And why not? Out of all of the planets, Dathomir was quite powerful in the dark side of the planet, and why not. He breathed in the scent of the air and when he sensed a powerful summoning of the power of the dark side he started out in the dark side. He was summoning the Force to him while he ran and he saw the dark side tendrils being wrapped around the troopers. Poor fellows, though he didn't care.

"Sith." Was the Sith Knight's only response, and he let his long strides carry him a few meters behind the Sith Master, only three meters away from her and he clasped his hands in front of him. He made no moves to draw out a weapon or prove anything, his face should be proof enough.

The tell tale signs of the crimson colour of Sith skin, the black tattoos that inhabited his face. All were signs that he was truly a Sith. In name, race, and title.

"The Republic will pay." Were his final words.

@[member="Darth Zarrah"]
 
Ah, so @[member="Darth Naefas"] was here as well, interesting. Vindica had been to Dathimor to scrounge around, kill the commander of Republic troops, and leave. Casual Friday for the assassin. But something else had caught his attention, he'd sensed someone powerful, and angry evidently. @[member="Darth Zarrah"] was who he was searching for, and now he had found her.

Unlike Naefas, he didn't speak as per the usual, his dark side presence was enough to make it clear he wasn't with the Jedi. Not to mention the fact he allowed himself to be seen was saying something, as he'd have been hiding and planning his strikes if he had her death on his mind. The eyes bone white mask, punctuated by blood red marks, bore into the two red skinned beings as he silently awaited something to occur.
 

Darth Naomi

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An interesting world, Dathomir, planet of the witches. Also home to a number of Zabrak if the mind did not deceive. Tiiona's partner Mulak was one of those... spiky manbeasts. Frankly, the blind girl wasn't too interested in neither. Her understanding of magic was about as slim as of Sith lore or pretty much anything else in that regard. She had a lot to learn. No, her purpose here was rather... well, she found it to be good sport, shooting the pathetic solders. Also, the Miraluka would sometimes stumble upon some fancy military grade tech that was worth getting her hands on.

And as such, with these reasons, her silhouette was floating through the misty forest. Some few hundred meters behind her lay corpses of a patrol she just ran into. It was a quick work, nothing to impressive to mention. Her blind eyes would flicker with reflections of blaster shots some distance before her. There were her fellows, not quite well versed in the force yet, she could still sense their presence. She could see it, rather. It was a natural trait of all Miralukas to see the force. And so she would see that they were no Jedi, but rather bore marks of her Dark Lord. Marks she was yet to earn. And this was her chance to work for that. Entering the clearing where the three stood. "Good afternoon, my Lords." Would be all of her introduction, as the talk was more straight-to-business one. Gesturing behind her she'd continue "The patrol back there mentioned more forces approaching a target encampment to the west of here."

@[member="Darth Vindica"] @[member="Darth Naefas"] @[member="Darth Zarrah"]
 

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