That is Not Dead Which Can Eternal Lie [Incursion PvP]

[Causstik Rahn]

[SIZE=11pt]Another human who Causstik assumed to be a force user ran past him and fired a pair of blaster bolts into the Trandoshan’s blind side. His Mandalorian power shields flared up as the bolts made impact. They spluttered and failed and the T’dosch cursed the second hand technology the machines had gifted him with. He would most certainly make the red haired fool pay for his transgressions. But, Causstik had no time. A sickly sweet black ichor seeped at Causstik’s feet.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Wha-?” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Then it came in waves. It poured out of the ceiling, the walls, even the floors. Causstik was wrenched to his knees beneath its weight. It seeped into his armor, it got into his eye, it encompassed his being. He threw off his helmet in an attempt to wipe the stuff from his face, but as he lifted a hand to clean the muck from him, his pupils became dilated. Everything seemed to look as if it were very far away. The black liquid coated everything. Causstik laughed a little as he inhaled it’s sweet fumes. The Scorekeeper hunted with him today. He [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]saw [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]her. She walked lackadaisicaly through the station. She beckoned to Causstik with a hand and then disappeared into the dome.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“OH WHAT A DAY, WHAT A GLORIOUS DAY!” Causstik cried out as he slipped in the muck attempting to stand. He shook and twitched, foamed at the mouth, and growled like a feral beast. The ichor made him sick, made him want to throw up. His mind was shattered. But, he knew no matter what, he had to reach the Scorekeeper. The wave of force energy and debris stopped just short of Causstik and he merely stared at the lone girl for a moment as the telekinetic wave dissipated. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“My turn!” He roared, then faster than many would think possible the great bulky Trandoshan charged. He ran on his legs at first, but digressed to that of an animal. He dropped to all fours, his armor’s phrik claws extended, ready to pounce upon his next feast. “RARGH!” Causstik shot upwards aiming a phrik clawed fist right at the wounded Jedi’s face.[/SIZE]

[member="Karren Trask"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Causstik Rahn"]

Karren roared as the Phrik claws found their mark. Between the pain and the echoing agony of the Goo snaking through her senses she was going insane now. Fresh blood was drawn and flung like a mid summers sprinkle into the goo and it found a new path, oozing through her wound with the pain of white hot knives.

A large gash was sliced in her flesh.

Now he was close, and she screamed, letting loose a gutteral sound that ripped her throat raw. Red and orange veils fell upon the Jedi's eyes as the Darkness closed in, snuffing the light within her with a critical blow. Her limbs crackled with electrical current, fuelled by rage, and her body shook in pain and fear.

She recoiled from the hit, finding her feet again. One foot slid back to stabilize her under the ferocious animals attack, blood seeped into her eyeball and she opened her hips.

What is happening?​

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Kill him. Move to the dome.​

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I......​

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"Yesssssssssssss, Yesssssss, Moooooorrreeee!" She roared, letting go of all control.​

Out of instinct her fist came up, saber reversing and she brought the pommel down towards Causstick's eyeball. It was a large target, bloodshot and bulging. Maximum force went behind the swing. It transitioned into a stab down the length of his spine with a flick of her wrist.Her other arm drew her DL-44 from it's holster, jamming it into a chink in his armor and depressing the trigger with a violent jerk.

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Tatarus.
Opponent: [member="Zodan Osyk-Drul"]
Equipment: Robes of Zhaelor, Lightsabers of Svivren, Promissium Annulos.
Nearby: [member="Darth Banshee"]
Incursion: [member="Ruby"]

Shielded by the Force, pulsating with flashes as the light coursed throughout his aura and the orb that protected him from the black liquid, the metal earth beneath his feet remained while Veiere's gaze took in the liquid that had otherwise spilled out across the rest of the area save for the few odd pillars of metal alloy rising up out of the ground like flat spikes for whatever unusual construct their terrain was built for. Whatever this oil like substance was, his instincts told him to keep clear of it, unable to trust anything in the contingencies world of disorder...

"But I have come here for you".​

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[member="Zodan Osyk-Drul"] was determined to complicate things, though Veiere knew not the mans name nor why he knew that their confrontation was unavoidable, it was only typical that it had to come at the worst of times where the Galaxy was clouded by a larger threat than that of politics. Watching as the man willingly lifted his hands cupped with the black substance, Veiere's eyes widened in disbelief; "This is madness..." he uttered the words barely louder than a whisper of confirmation to himself in that his opposition was openly submitting himself to whatever these Iron Knights had orchestrated.

If they were to enter into combat here, if it was to be their fate then Veiere could not risk falling prey to the same lure of power that Zod had given himself to. In this his eyes closed briefly and summoning all his concentration in the force, his presence in the area would shine brightly like a beacon of power to any who were force sensitive, the shield of which he had used to keep himself at bay from the black poison now growing in strength, suddenly exploding in a wave of energy, a wall of telekinetic force that he willed to sweep out around them having little affect on his opponent or any other yet clearing the area of the black fluid that had come from within the contingencies contraption.

The act caused his breath to falter, the great amount of power in which he consumed to do so, staggering him and his shoulders rising and falling in a fastened pace yet around them, the ground had been cleared for what Veiere expected would be a fight most merciless, the darkside of the force hanging over the other and leaving Veiere unable to see beyond the man. His mind shrouded, his senses struggling to reach his peers now that he were so close to what he believed were the visions of warning over the passed weeks keeping his nerves rattled. Reaching for his belt, he pulled only one of his two hilts from their ringlet bindings and into his right hand, lowering it to his side as he watched and awaited the results of this mans insanity.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik watched as the Jedi seemed to go beserk. It delighted his own frenzied state. She seemed to think she’d beat the armoured juggernaut. She threw a blow at the Trandoshans one good eye and he raised his arm to block the blow. She spun round and sliced at his back scarring the phrik plate that lined his spine. Causstik spun to keep an eye on the girl and saw that she withdrew a DL-44. She fired into the chinks at Causstik’s joints, and while the beskar chain took the brunt of the blow it didn't stop the burning sensation from running up his arm. Super heated metal causing blood to boil and skin to burn. Causstik let out barking laughter as the pain sent chills down his spine.

“Grahaha,”

The center of his cybernetic eye would seem to dilate and the pupil would grow askew. If the Jedi moved quick she just might not get her face melted off… A spray of acid spewed out of Causstik’s eye aimed at dousing the Jedi in a terrible bile of death. Causstik’s hand shot to his hip and withdrew his eight gauge sawed off and hip fired into the Jedi. Causstik licked his lips as a single tear of acid slid down his face deepening the canyon of scars that lined the left side of his face. He simply could not wait to eat the little padawan up...

[member="Karren Trask"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Causstik Rahn"]

The acid spray misted the air, some catching her skin. Karren roared, lost in the anger of the moment. As acid singed skin she moved backwards a step only to receive a spray of white hot metal into her forearm. The same one that was injured from the last fight. Her DL-44 dropped from her hand as the arm hung limp by her side, blood trickling from the wound.

One arm is a loss.​

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It's not over.​

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"It's not over!"​

She sneered and stepped back then forwards, hips facing her attacker, right foot back half a step. As she stepped she swung, feinting a downwards swing and then retracting to transition into a parallel slash to try and cleave the Scattergun in half, right at the chamber.

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Meanwhile, due to some unfortunate and unexpected incidents, Tiland now found himself alone on Tartarus. He really had no idea what was going on or where his companions had gotten off to. Scratching his beard after a moment, he walked deeper in the station, grimacing at the nasty looking goop that was all over the ground. His boots sloshed in it and it seemed malevolent, so he made a point not to touch it.

The Force roiled all around him, but it was too disturbed to discern what was happening.