The Chorus of Chaos (Dominion Dom of Mandalore Hex)

[Darth Eversor]

"Yet the very same fear can be manipulated and made into the strongest ally any could ever hope to have. Craven for power is for the weak, to obtain it by earning the wages of effort and labor to sculpt a future by one's own hands is true potential. Malak was ultimately a coward with too much credibility given upon himself, and for such reason is why I hope none respect his flimsy existence. His stature and sincerity among the Sith was as minuscule as an Ewok."

As the two men bickered back and forth, Abraxas halted, a demand by the lad ahead of him. Something was off, and the false-butcher could feel it stirring in the stale air. There weren't just corpses and rot among the surface, but something entirely insidious.

An armored hand grasped the hilt of Abraxas' blade from his backside, unsheathing it and resting it upon his very shoulder.

[member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Vorian Adasca"] | [member="Judas Foster"]

 

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The presence drew ever closer.

The battle raging around the group of men became meaningless. Cedric set it to the back of his mind, and extended his senses in the beyond. There were a myriad of beings doing battle with the local population. Some of the Dominion's soldiers had perished, but even more were finding success in the violence. A number of key points were already being stormed and taken, and Cedric decided that this was all going a little bit too perfectly. The Rakghouls were disorganized.

Then he saw it; the creature of black.

He was a tall, brutish figure. The armor that covered his form looked more akin to a slab of black metal than anything of skilled artifice. His sword was unlike any Cedric had ever seen before, and the aura of a gathering storm swirled about him.

"Vorian, Abraxas, secure the northern part of the town. The soldiers will need you." His father's weapon hissed as it came to life once more. "I have this."

In silence, the red-cloaked youth marched toward the figure of black.

 

[Alyson Halle]

Alyson continued to kill Rak Ghouls, she was mostly unaware of the rest of what was going on around her, she assumed that he more qualified people would handle it, she was not prepared to do handle wahtever darkness lay beyond in the void, it was a problem for the more trained, better equipped men and women to do, she was not one of them, she was a mere Padawan, she was no knight or master, she was just a soldier at heart, nothing more. She would continue to kill the distorted beasts, hoping to cut them into shreds in order to clear it for the dominion, she would fight until she could fight no longer.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Objective: Open a new route to Taris
Post: 5/20

"Frequent flyer card holders?"

"Also we would need a few cranes, a hypermatter reservoir, a warehouse not unlike those on Hijarna, Trian, or even Kaeshana..."

The possibility of frequent flyer card holders using frequent flyer miles to buy stock was one of the main mechanisms through which Star Tours could continually raise new capital. Even though Dunames progressively lost control over the company's equity, she still held the decisional power. But she was right that the list of items to order to get the maintenance base up and running, essentially amounting to another spaceport specialized in freight, was pretty hefty. Nevertheless, it was practical to open a focus planet-level of operation alongside the maintenance base, even though the concerns of getting the maintenance base up and running were making Dunames a little late to the advertising booth.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Allies: N/A
Foes: The Dominion
Post: [03/20]

Judas flexed, adjusting his grip on both his sword and the massive shield held in his off-hand.

Dominion soldiers screamed and wailed as Rakghouls swarmed their ranks, sinking their infected fangs deep into flesh and bone. But even more of those monstrous little creatures squealed in agony as they were gunned down in heaps.

It stank of death and despair.

Judas inhaled deeply, spreading his arms out wide for these mere peons to cast their eyes upon his steel-wrought form.

"This is my world." The former Sith Lord gestured towards the devious little creatures still wailing and charging at their troops. "Are these things that important to you?"

The Dark Jedi slammed his sword into the ground, sinking the blade halfway into the dirt.

"If they are, then take it from me."

[member="Cedric Grayson"], [member="Abraxas"], [member="Vorian Adasca"]

 

[Tyberius Fel]

Vorian thumbed his hilt, flourishing it a ignition of brilliant Tyrian.

"Very well then."

The Sorceror strode at the head of the Dominion troopers. While Vorian was far flung from the lofty ideal of a magnificently armored, chivalrous warrior-king, the sight of any force sensitive galvanized the men.

[member="Abraxas"]

 

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It was dark, bloody work. The battle lacked the glories promised of the crusade, but then not every conflict could be a thing of honor. The settlement was a mud caked hellhole filled with creatures that may as well have been daemons, but the job has to be done. The men of the Dominion were trained and willing to deal with this situation. All knew that a number of them were going to die, and all understood that to do so here would be serving the greater good.

Still, Cedric found himself touched by grief with all the death.

His mind was interlaced with that of his comrades. Each man's thoughts might as well have been his own, and his reassuring presence on the battlefield served only to inspire them further. So long as their young Archlord stood and his battle meditation held, they would not retreat.

"This world belongs to no one. It was lost millenia ago."

The lightsaber crackled with barely contained energy. "Stand down and I we can treat you for the disease. We don't need to spill one another's blood here."

[member="Judas Foster"]

 

[Xiarr Sair]

Xiarr cut down the last Rakghoul near his small area, it's head flying off of its shoulders. He had lost two good men, both were torn apart viciously by the vile beasts. Yet, his men had steeled themselves well, and their morale was still high. Xiarr then sensed a dark presence, one that definitely wasn't any mere savage animal. Xiarr halted, following the orders of Cedric, he knew something wasn't right, and he could feel that his men were completely confused. Xiarr looked around, he could sense that the presence was getting closer, but he still couldn't see anything. Then, the man emerged, his yellow eyes gazed at the landing party, and he clearly didn't have any friendly intent. Xiarr got into a Soresu stance, ready for battle

[member="Judas Foster"]
[member="Abraxas"]
[member="Cedric Grayson"]
[member="Vorian Adasca"]

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Objective: Open a new route to Taris
Post: 6/20

"The Dominion seemed to be in a hurry. Maintenance equipment is a little slow to arrive, I'll have to take it for what's it worth"

"But that's the cost of not doing these in-house"

That was going to be a painful day, she thought, while all around her, orders for a wide array of starship maintenance equipment were placed, with delays ranging from 3 hours to 5 days, and there was nothing more for Dunames to do than just try to process the other needs of the company. Running such a massive shipping conglomerate was not going to be easy: there were hundreds of dossiers to process, and in all these projects she was going to be uneasy around those.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n0l0YOHO5jg​

Allies: N/A
Foes: The Dominion
Post: [04/20]

"It belongs to me!" Judas snarled. "Who are you to take it from me?"

This man, this boy, and his arrogant followers dared to tread upon this territory because they wanted it. Judas had been the king of its dirt and infection. They had harbored no ill-will to another being cast from the galaxy. These ghouls had not rejected him. These ghouls had not abandoned him, yet they still served nobody. Even these vile creatures did not serve Judas and were quite apt to fight him whenever he drew near, but the two entities had coexisted longer than anyone could've expected.

A black gauntlet rose, pulling down that feral helm of his. It bore the eyes and snarling likeness of a black dog.

One swift move saw him pull the sword from the dirt and dust, the thing glowing red with renewed strength as it sucked blood from a dibit in his palm.

Then he charged. Darkness swirled around him, anger christened his form. It gave him strength, ferocity, speed, and agility. Nothing these poor peons could muster.

Shield aimed forward, its snapping amphistaves launched forward at the child-king.

[member="Cedric Grayson"], [member="Vorian Adasca"], [member="Abraxas"], [member="Xiarr Sair"]

 

[Alyson Halle]

The Rakghouls fell like butter they were no match for the elite warriors of the Merides much less the dominion, the beasts were falling, and whenever a beast fell, a souls was freed from eternal damnation as one of these beasts. She felt good, these souls were now free after years of damnation inside these beastly bodies. Their souls were now freed, that made Alyson feel rather good but she had to continue, she had to free these people from the twisting of their very essence, from the eternal torment that being one of these beasts has caused, she needed to save them, the Dominon needed to do this they needed to complete their objective, and at the same time save these souls.

 

[Darth Eversor]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y8DekFFCE5c​

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Suddenly the screams and death of many pervaded the rancid air, the silence so briefly had was now lost among the dead and dying. Abraxas charged in, throwing his greatsword down from over his shoulder, beheading one of the many Rakghouls trying to make a meal of a Dominion trooper. Others of the infected demeanor locked sights on the armored dark warrior, unleashing a hellish scream in unison. Standing his ground, the former Sith slashed and tore into the small crowd of rabid creatures. Their blood flecking dry earth, their innards spilling against Abraxas' chestguard.

"...This plague, it's been so long..."

Another slash from the warblade that once was used to slay innocents, now a means of extinguishing monstrosities.

Right now, it was do or die.

And many were dying.

[member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Vorian Adasca"] | [member="Judas Foster"]

 

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"Its inheritor."

Leather-bound fingers were outstretched toward the charging dog. The brute would likely tear Cedric apart in an open conflict, but the young Archlord was not foolish enough to take him in that way. A wave of telekinetic force stretched outward from his palm, flying forward like a wall of iron to try and smack into the charging warrior. The effort was far less taxing than it had once been. Cedric's grasp over the great ocean was becoming more powerful each day.

With that, he turned once more to face the man. He moved to meet the stranger's charge, though he knew that striking at a man with such a shield would be folly. This individual wouldn't be foolish enough to use such a tool if it could not repel the blade of a lightsaber.

The blade of his father spun in his fingertips as he broke into a jog. More lithe than his opponent, Cedric intend to sidestep the sword and carve his own blade along the enemy's midriff. If his telekinetic wall had accomplished its purpose, then he would simply repeat the action, though this time with the intent to skewer through the chest.

[member="Judas Foster"]

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Allies: N/A
Foes: The Dominion
Post: [05/20]

Lightsabers. Such bright and useful tools, except for when you possessed all things that resisted them.

That telekinetic blast did very little aside from divert his course by a few degrees. Firrerreon strength along with the adrenaline pumping through his veins afforded the black dog enough speed and strength to send his entire momentum at the boy. While the Force and its mysteries were strong, the laws of physics were even more so.

The amphistaves snarled and snapped at him as Judas dug his heels into the dirt, slowly coming to a halt as the boy made his move to avert the brunt of a shield-bash. In that single instant, his golden eyes locked upon the form of the youthful Archlord and sent his cruel sword into the dirt in the milliseconds it took for him to process the whole situation.

A black gauntlet snapped up to catch the lightsaber blade.

"Its inheritor shall die."

[member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

[Tyberius Fel]

The slender Arkanian watched as that Abraxas beast charged into the midst of the hellishly mutated beast and immediately stained his armor and blade with their corrupted black ichor. There was a odd... beauty in the manner in which he killed, an artwork in every stroke of the sword. Vorian shook his head, deciding not to dwell upon it.

I am not so sentimental.

For now, he was content enough to allow the former Zambrano thrall to bask in his blood-shed. Electricity cackled between Vorian's fingertips and the next moment, an arc of sizzling lightning sliced their way through several ranks of the beasts. Many of them fell to the ground, sizzling and twitching from scorched flesh and stopped hearts. The faithful Dominion soldiers advanced forward and laid down a hail of fusillade which tore apart much of the remaining beasts.

The sordid affair was rapidly shaping more into simple butchery than a fight.

[member="Abraxas"]

 

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The gauntlet grabbed his blade.​

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Cedric blinked in confusion, utterly surprised and a bit annoyed as his weapon was almost wrenched from his hands. Gray eyes met yellow, and the Archlord's lip curled in obvious displeasure. He mumbled the manta of his old order under his breath, a certain clarity falling over his mind.

He could have struggled against the ebon-clad warrior. He could have spun away, and attempted to clash swords in a traditional fashion. Perhaps he might have called upon the force to stifle the efforts of his opponent before things could escalate.

Cedric did none of these things.

"I have already seen my death, and it certainly isn't here." Cedric snorted as the lightsaber was turned off. He pointed it up to the man's chest, and promptly switched it back on.

[member="Judas Foster"]

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Allies: N/A
Foes: The Dominion
Post: [06/20]

Pathetic.

The saber snapped off, and his crushing grip caved into itself just as the bright blade materialized once more. This boy was attempting a shiak, apparently it was some age-old, honorable technique used by both the Jedi and Sith to mercifully end their foes by stabbing them right through the chest with a laser sword.

The blade came into contact with the phrik, not cutting through in the slightest.

The shield dropped as well, amphistaffs still snapping away and hissing.

Both hands came forward, to wrap around the boy's neck. And if those fingers of black phrikite ore found their way around this child's neck, he'd raise the thing above his head and slam it into the ground with all of his might.

[member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

"My blade had laid claim to those, Arkanian. Watch yourself, as my swing holds no prejudice." With that, Abraxas continued to fight alongside the Dominion soldiers with great vigor. Deciding to show off a bit of his own Force prowess, the former noble executioner reached his left gauntlet outwards and lifted a rather large Rakghoul specimen, clenching his gauntlet into a tight fist and watching the creature implode in a sadistic show of gore and giblets.

The thrill of battle coursed like lightning in the warrior's bones, behind his helmet the very gaze of a Sith still remained with embers for eyes. Being set upon by even more of the creatures, Abraxas brought his blade upward and then down, catching it with both hands and killing the wretches two-for-one style. Their bodies cleaved into halves as they crashed into the ground.

"...Such death deserved, blood spilled and savored by the blade of my very arm."

There was no end in sight for the former Sith's wrath.

[member="Vorian Adasca"] | [member="Judas Foster"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

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The man was far stronger than Cedric.

Perhaps it was the kind of physical prowess required in wandering about with such heavy armor, or perhaps it was simply the man's birthright, but his strength far outmatched the Archlords. Phrik-laced fingertips wrapped about the youth's pale neck, and Cedric felt the air leave his lung. The lightsaber clattered to the ground from flailing fingertips, and a hint of panic flashed over his features. His lips parted as he tried to draw breaths, only to find nothing save for the agony of strangulation.

He was lifted high overhead, and then slammed into the dirt. Dust kicked up as Cedric was smashed into the ground, the air being forced from his lungs and a terrible pain thundering through his entire form. A hand grasped at the man's heel.

Closing his eyes, Cedric extended his will through the ethereal realm. Rather than attack him physically, Cedric did so mentally. So used to controlling the minds of thousands, the youth had little trouble in picking out his enemy's through the chaos. He focused on it; beheld the great black walls that sealed off the warrior's thoughts.

All at once, Cedric assaulted these walls. His attack was not a broad one, but rather smaller and focused. His will scattered along these walls, searching for the tiniest of cracks and forcing its way in like ice expanding within the fissures of a rock. The effect would be quite similar to a terrible, spiking migraine that muddled the thoughts and tortured the mind.

It was his only defense against such an opponent.

[member="Judas Foster"]

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Allies: N/A
Foes: The Dominion
Post: [07/20]

Satisfaction. Great satisfaction was gained from strangling and slamming this little sack of meat and bone. It was all of his fury and might placed into a single blow, and he enjoyed every single second that his cold steel made contact with that lithe flesh. It was weak and he was strong, that was all there was to it. Nothing more, nothing less.

Deft hands swiftly dropped to lift the sword and return it to its owner.

And before he could champion the moment by skewering this child with a flurry of slashes, something tugged at him.

It was numbing. An invisible hand that poked and prodded at until there was a crack. Then more pressure. Then more of whatever that damned thing was flooded right into him. It was a numb searing.

Judas snarled, stooping his head closer to the boy, locking gazes. This little creature was trying to do that frakking mind control stuff.

AAAAARRRRRRRGGGHHHH!!​

Then he screamed, channeling all of that hate and rage inside of him. Adrenaline flooded his veins, muscles tensed as he let loose with everything he had. If his mind was going to be his one true weakness then he would void himself of a mind completely.

Force Rage. His mind slithered back to the darkest days of his life on that godforsaken rock. He cradled that girl close, shielding her from the rain, fire and ash that rained down from the skies above. War, chaos, despair, suffering, hatred. All of these things flooded into him. He had tried so hard to save her, tried so hard to give her a life even he couldn't have - and he wasn't strong enough. Judas the betrayer was not strong enough to give that girl a life of happiness and love.

But now, he was strong enough. Strong enough to end this cruel stalemate called life by extinguishing everything that stood between him and his only pursuit: strength.

[member="Cedric Grayson"]