Dominion The Generational Seeds of Reslian | Dominion of Lorta | CIS

[Illyria Le Fey]

tag: Abel Denko | Luna Evanstance | Felix Aquila

Her screaming hadn't stopped until Abel was at her side, a pillar of strength in an ever evolving war-zone. And even then her panic persisted; she whimpered softly, and couldn't stop the tears that came to her eyes as he checked her... body. Some people would think she was acting ridiculous or childish by screaming and crying. And although Illyria was not a child, she had led a sheltered life. Until recently the young noble hadn't left Naboo, and she certainly wasn't experienced in battle. Sometimes even the sight of blood made her nauseous but this - seeing her C O R P S E on the ground was a different trauma entirely. Perhaps with time she would become accustomed to it all - become a warrior, hardened, unfazed by the impossible, by death and gore and blood, but right now she was green and Abel's words were not sufficient enough to calm her entirely.

He claimed that they weren't dead but that seemed highly unlikely given she was staring at her own body. It was only Abel's hand on her cheek, warm, and familiar, and real, that got her eyes off the ground and on him. "I'm not dead. I'm not dead. I'm not dead." She repeated the words like a mantra, hoping to calm her still jack-hammering heart. She'd fallen and must have fallen unconscious because Abel wouldn't lie to her about something so important. That meant that she was what? A ghost? No, that would mean she'd died and Abel said she wasn't dead. So an out of body experience than. Was that even possible? Was that something the Force could do?

Illyria kept her eyes on her master, knowing that if she looked down again she would break. She wanted to beg him to wait, to take her home, back to that sheltered life she had grown to loath. But the words would not come. And somewhere buried beneath all her turmoil there was a voice reminding her that she wanted this. Not this particularly, the out of body-potentially-dead experience, but adventure, something away from the noble life and political intrigue, something more, something that was her own.

Maybe this was it.

Still, her fingers were shaking as she took the lightsaber from her belt, finding the weight of it unbalancing and uncomfortable, despite their training. "Okay." She breathed, voice trembling, not convinced at all by Abel's perceived calmness but she would follow. She looked at Luna, green eyes filled with uncertainty but knew that with them... with Abel and Luna close by... she'd be okay.

 

[Luna Evanstance]

Luna pitied Illyira. The years of being coddled and sheltered hadn’t done her any favors. Despite the massive chaos about them all, the woman’s shrieks of terror had almost drowned them all out, causing both her and their Master to make their way over in earnest. Abel took the moment to inspect, mirroring Luna’s own actions only a few moments before with her own body."I'm not dead. I'm not dead. I'm not dead." Despite the oddity of it all, a slight flash of boredom flashed across her emerald eyes as she did her best to be as supportive of her fellow student as she could be in the moment. A large, slender hand placed on her shoulder, she gave it a confident squeeze trying to ease her back into reality. "Good news is...we're not dead." Luna gave a solid nod. “Be a pity if we were, too. Right before we kick some backside.”

"Win or die."

Things were beginning to tense as the battle lay before them. Something was shifting in Luna- her mind echoing words of Rast- all those years of hard training, fight or flight, doing everything she could to save herself from his wrath, Because of this, it always brought out a predatory side of Luna; she needed to come off the top. She couldn't let anyone down. Only for a moment did Able’s touch of her cheek bring her back to reality, assuring them it would all be okay. "But first, we've got some ghosts to feth up. Stay close." The young Smuggler only paused a moment, grabbing the foreign weapon into her hands. She gripped it, closing her eyes trying to find the gumption to use it. The energy of the Force that she felt from it wasn’t attuned to her.

The weapon felt unnatural compared to the weight of a good blaster. "Win or die, Luna... Win or die." The words echoed, the taunting octaves of the man's voice causing a hot feeling of adrenaline to boil up within. This wasn’t a simple duel or a bar fight. This was life or death. It was survival. As she activated the blade, her own emerald eyes snapped open. Snapping her wrist to adjust to the lack of weight to the weapon; it would suit her for now. After all, she had learned to adjust to almost anything she was given, to fight with.

Only for a moment did Luna look over at Illyria giving her a confident nod before talking off behind Abel. Her blood grew hotter as she attacked anything in her direction; the weapon slowly becoming more of an extension of her arm and hand than she expected it would. "Win or die." The sediment echoed in her head as it pulsed with her hammering heart in her chest as she followed her Master into the fire of shrieks, cries, and ghastly specters. Her face twisted into a look of aggression, refusing to let her white, messy hair obscure her vision. None would receive mercy from her. They all would perish at her blade and the blade of her allies.

"Win or die, Luna."

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SINGLE | 33 | HETEROSEXUAL | BLASTER PISTOL • VIBROBLADE | Abel Denko Illyria Le Fey Felix Aquila ​

 

[Draconis Sederius Wolf]

Equipment: Standard Confederate Battle Armor (U/A), Dart Rifle, SYC Smoke grenades, Frag grenades, 1 DEX Satchel Charge
Local Forces: 1st Marine Battalion, 3rd Marine Division, Surric Local Defense Force Expeditionary Forces
Objective: Secure beach head, establish headquarters, link in and support local forces
Tags: Auria Blackmoore , Vytal Noctura , Tegan Farron , Nick Brellor , Ruus Kote , Darth Metus , Aya Lin , A ARS VAMI ,​

The Marines and Draconis would surge forward with lethal intent as their weapons poured out a steady stream of plasma, metal and fire into the enemy. A rapid staccato of machine gun, rifle, and laser cannon fire as they pressed forward. They had to push forward, to get out of the LZ to allow for follow on reinforcements to establish a Forward Operating Base. They had to attack, or risk being overwhelmed and annihilated by the seemingly endless numbers of the enemy coming at them. And it was in the face of the overwhelming odds, in the face of oblivion that the courage of these men and women would be more than evident. They were not knights of some fantastical order with amazing powers. They were not super soldiers, commandos, or cybernetic amalgamations of technology and biology. They were the fighting common man, trained and determined, fire in their hearts and courage leading the way. They were soldiers, the thin line that would hold back the darkness of the chaos of the galaxy from those who see their loved ones harm. It was their duty to stand, to where others would see danger and flee they rushed forward. They would fight and die for the people.

Draconis was proud of each and every one of them.

He pressed the magazine release of his weapon and flicked it left as it tossed the magazine loose while he instinctively reached down for the next. With practiced ease he would raise it, slide it home until he felt the click of the magazine locking into place, and then tap the bolt release chambering the next round. And he would then shoulder the rifle and continue firing, taking well aimed single shots into one after the other as he lead the charge across the swamp. The air strikes had ceased for the most part, but the two AT-3's and AT-2s would continue to rain down fire support from the air as they covered the advance. And foot by foot, meter by meter, they would advance. They had to take enough ground for the second wave to land and establish a small perimeter for the LZ and get Engineers dirtside to allow them start putting together a firebase. They had to press forward because to stay in the defense was to die. Failure wasn't an option, and while they may have not been the main effort for this fight, they still had to succeed. More AT-2s were inbound with their reinforcements as these brave souls continued on. They were pouring so many munitions into the surrounding treelines that they were inadvertently expanding the size of possible landing craft on their location. Trees fell smashing undead beneath them and fires raged as superheated plasma would flash boil water and ignite vegetation. And all the while they advanced. Overhead the sounds of laser cannon and rotary autocannons would sound with various high pitched pings alongside the massive almost pure vibration sounds of the autocannon. The undead before them would be cut down like chaff before the scythe, the air support taking the majority of them with the ground forces blasting down the remains. Various commands would be heard as squad leaders directed troops, the platoon sergeant relaying information to their surrounding forces with the radio operator, and smaller teams coordinating their fires around them to keep the pressure on. They had to have constant three hundred and sixty degree security and fields of fire, with one man per squad keeping watch on the very ground they tread on. They weren't going to have the same mistake as last time and nearly be overwhelmed. And then as they just cleared the first line of advance, the second wave of craft could be heard coming in. AT-2s would settle inches above the water line as they opened their cargo and troop bays. Hover Fighting Vehicles would wait for the ramps to come down before they surged out of the craft, immediately scanning for targets as they came outside. More troops would disembark as the Fighting Vehicles took positions to cover the LZ and fill in the gaps. Unlike the first wave which had been chaotic and trying to establish both internal and external security while under assault this was able to be done expediently. It would take two minutes for the AT-2s to disembark their troops, vehicles, and cargo as various pallets of equipment, supplies, and even some rations were now being unsealed and set up. Static emplacements of heavy machine guns and automatic grenade launchers would be set up, a static long range commlink would be set up as now a beacon would mark the landing zone. Marines would drag tree remains, dig up the earth itself, set up barriers, and otherwise begin building up their landing zone. And while some of the undead would approach the landing zone from beyond where the main fighting element was, they were quickly spotted by the fighting vehicles and either mowed down with heavy repeating blaster fire or a single shot from the autocannon. And as this zone was fortified, several vehicles would load up their marines and immediately push out to reinforce Draconis and his offensive push. These fighting vehicles would offer much needed support and extra firepower as the overhead AT-3s finally went black on ammo for their autocannons. And as they disgorged their own troop complements, Draconis would finally see that they were in a position to start calling in the heavier reinforcements and get the supply train moving. He would stop and half jog, half slog his way through the swampy terrain to the radio operator and acting platoon sergeant.

"Put out the net call! The Red Ball Express is open!"

"Aye sir! Net Call Net Call Net Call, The Red Ball Express is open! I say again Red Ball Express is open!"

This would be the signal to surrounding CAF units and more incoming drop vessels that the beach head had been established. All they would have to do is start homing in on the landing beacon the SLDF had set up, and coordinate with Air Traffic Controllers to get a steady, expedient, and constant influx of manpower, munitions and hardware into the battle space. From this LZ they could get enough equipment and troops down to either expand or even set up new LZs to allow for more rapid deployment of forces and combat power. And while the fight was far from over, this would be an important step to getting ground superiority in the area.

Draconis would be rushing back to the LZ as he saw the next AT-2 start bringing in more forces, another company of marines this time still in their HFVs as they disembarked. The sporadic chatter he'd picked up from from the primary landing forces actually intended to destroy the source of this scourge seemed to be having issues. And now that the front lines around his position were stabilized, Draconis wouldn't leave a fellow soldier to deal with this alone. He deftly scrambled up the side of the craft where the Platoon Leader was standing out of his commander's hatch and speak quickly.

"Patch me into your comms!"

The man would simply nod and pass him a small cable to insert into into his suit. Draconis would take it and insert it into his wrist mounted comm array, now using the vehicle's own communications link to establish a connection with Nick Brellor .

"Sergeant Brellor, Overlord Actual, sending reinforcements your way to provide you support. What's the situation?"

He would then do a hand signal to the various vehicle commanders to follow them and pointed in the direction that they were headed. Four vehicles packed with forty marines were now en-route to their next objective. Provide support for local CAF forces and otherwise finish this fight. Draconis was sitting atop the lead vehicle's turret as they were now racing as fast as they could to this objective. He would motion for a few fresh magazines and the platoon leader would oblige, disappearing for a few seconds as he grabbed the spares in the vehicle and began passing them over, topping off Draconis's pouches to now have a fresh combat load of ammunition.

Where they were going, they were gonna need it.

 

[BX-4323]

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TAGS: Auria Blackmoore | Ruus Kote | Darth Metus | A ARS VAMI | Draconis Sederius Wolf | Vytal Noctura | Tegan Farron | Nick Brellor | Aya Lin

COMMUNICATIONS // ONLINE
INCOMING MESSAGE

//OBJECTIVE OVERRIDE
// ACCEPTED
//PRIMARY OBJECTIVE: DEFEND VICELORD AND ACCOMPANYING KNIGHTS​

// CONFIRMED

The recon squad of BX units was closest to the cave, and immediately began running to secure the area. Deadeye knew that their light weaponry wouldn't be effective against a large number of hostiles, but he would rather have the knights have some protection rather than none until the rest of the commando droids arrived. A message flew through the datalink from Charlie squad.

WARNING // HOSTILE CONTACT
CHARLIE 1 ENGAGING

The blaster cannons that the fireteam carried would shred masses of zombies, but at the cost of ammunition. Since the knights were the priority, the droids holstered their blasters and drew their most feared weapon, the vibroblade. The sizable horde of zombies drew ever closer, and then the droids began to jump from tree to tree, slicing anything in their path. The command fireteam arrived on the site of the attack, only to find the horde cut into pieces. The remains of one of the commandos were neatly arranged next to the fireteam leader. Deadeye queried the after action report for the droid.

REPORT // UNIT BX-4391 SWARMMED BY HOSTILES
RESULT // UNIT DESTROYED
RECCOMENDATION // REPLACE UNIT

For a human commander, the loss of one of his men could affect the commander's decisions. This was inefficiency that could turn a victory into a loss. Deadeye simply tweaked the combat parameters of Charlie 1 and ordered the dropship to deploy another commando. He viewed the droids under his command as very expensive tools, and the loss of one of his men meant that their combat programming was imperfect. Having the droid captain be sentient was a win for the CIS in Deadeye's view, because he could tweak his droids' programming as they entered an engagement, even as he fought.

Alpha squad's sniper element had been picking off the zombies as they strayed too close to the cave, so when the rest of the platoon arrived, the area was clear. Deadeye began configuring the perimeter the BX units were going to create around the cave.

After the perimeter had been established and the area was properly secure, Deadeye confirmed that the primary LZ had been expanded into a full beach head and that the droids could be expecting reinforcements.

 

[Kyle Torchwood]

WEARING: xxx
TAG: Millu Lee

The young man smirked when the girl his age opted to flirt in return. Waters were being tested certainly, and so far Kyle was certain there was some kind of mutual like. They didn't really know each other, but it was also rare that there were others their age in the Knights Obsidian. It seemed most of them were middle twenties and older. Whether that had been because of the cataclysmic event which wiped out most of them or not was debatable. Kyle had hardly been able to gain traction among the Corellian Jedi, the Green Order, because they didn't want to let the teenagers DO anything. Now, Kyle ran off to help, and found himself in waaaaay over his head.​

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He had skipped out of body experience day in class... he was certain of it.​

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Kyle knew they were going to get in trouble for this.​

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"Fast mover hmm? I'll keep that in mind," he winked.​

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She was cute, and there was nothing on the books that said squires couldn't date, so maybe the he needed to take his shot. It was natural and they would already be spending a bit of time together as it was.​

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It seemed another group was coming toward their direction. They should link up with them, but they also needed to try and find out how to get back into their bodies.​

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He sighed.​

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"We should follow the adults. As much as I don't want to get in trouble... unless you know how to get us back into our bodies so we can actually enjoy the cuddling that's going on... we'll be in more bantha poodoo if we don't..."​

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Right, Kyle... don't have an answer when the pretty girl is around.​

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He followed the blondish one ( Abel Denko ). Kyle had no idea where they were going, or what the plan was... however it would seem that combat was something they would have to get involved in, if they couldn't stay hidden.​

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"If they don't see us... maybe we can avoid getting in trouble and figure out how to get back... I sure hope you know how to use a lightsaber if it comes back at it though."​

 

[Naedira Darcrath]

Tag: Gerwald Lechner​

It was hard to reach through.​

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She had given all she could to help them before. On a world with no name. In a place, she had never been. Lightly tanned skin had taken on an almost chalky appearance and chocolate eyes were a dull shade of earthen brown. She wore the Knight Obsidian uniform that she had covered her from head to toe during her final fight. Naedira had learned to change it. To bend things to her will.​

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Even—If only for a moment.​

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This was the realm she had inhabited for what felt like centuries. She couldn’t recall the faces of her parents or her beloved cousin. Everything had gone dark. Every memory a candle that flickered out. One by one. She tried to hold on to as much as she could. Tried to hold on to hope. To the fact that the tether that bound her to this place was in good hands. If anyone could find a way to end this curse?​

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He would.​

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She knew he still held her ring. The symbol of her pledge to her duty. There were times when Naedira could feel him on the other side. A warmth in the cold that let her brace against sharp shards of glass, wind, and shattered bone. Naedira appreciated it. Even if she couldn’t always recall his name. She called him a friend, at twilight, and dreamed sleepless imaginings of a wolf that never stopped chasing the moon. This was why it surprised her.​

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The fighting kept her busy. They should not be here. They should not. Not with the Noćna Mora nor without. Had she not made herself clear the last time, when the soldier passed, and the Devourer came into realspace to reap its pound of flesh? They could not beat it. For where there was one? There were many. One could always be two. “You should not be here, Gerwald.”​

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Naedira materialized behind the long-haired man in all the chaos with a thundering rumble that pressed the spirits away from them. While her prowess in the physical realm had dwindled with the bones of her decaying corpse, here, she was rather impressive. Almost like her old self. She held an electro-whip that seemed to have a similar effect that it had before. Auburn hair fell like dark-lit-fire around her face and she reached out to touch his shoulder. To turn him around.​

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“It’s not safe.”​

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

R E U N I O N​

Wearing:xxx (Live Gerwald) xxx (Ghost Gerwald)
Weapons:xxx and xxx
Tag: Naedira Darcrath

So, she was here.

Gerwald sighed, and his eyes closed at the sound of her voice. He could not see her, not yet, but her presence was strong. There was something about being in her realm, or one that served as a bridge, that made their connection stronger. He did not need her to voice the discontent and caution which dripped from her words. She had sacrificed herself for the safety of many, and Gerwald continued to insist on breaking through. Now she fought a seemingly endless battle, and to what end? Her own destruction?

“You should not be trapped, either,” came Gerwald’s retort.

He almost heard the sound of her arrival. The lupine could nearly sense the way she materialized from nothing. Something came with it, a demonstration of her power. Gerwald almost shuddered at what felt like thunder on the air. He could feel the rumble under his feet and watched as the spirits around them scattered. Here, Naedira was strong, perhaps stronger than she had ever been.

It was her touch that made him shudder. How many times had he held the ring in his hand wishing for her to be present, hoping she would push through? In the times she had, Gerwald had always wished for the smallest of touches, but that was not possible. Here, it was, and while Gerwald should have known it, he was still shocked by it.

“There is no where I go that is truly safe anymore,” he answered. “Much has changed since that day on Naalol where the Devourer broke through. I am the Lord Commander now. I cannot refuse to answer the call when it comes.”

His blue eyes bore deeply into her chestnut gaze as the sense of their bond washed over him. She would not need to hear his words to know why he was there, nor would she find a lie in anything he would say. Gerwald did not study her eyes to ask questions, but only to find the answer to one question.

Why did she still care about his safety?

She had always been looking out for him. Even now when he found himself caught between worlds the woman was telling him it was not safe. Her warning was futile, however. Gerwald could not return, even if he wanted to. The ritual taking place somewhere on the planet was keeping all those who were force sensitive trapped in this place. Naedira had to know it by now. Was she able to feel their bond now?

“We came to find out why no one could revive the force users here. What we did not expect was that our own would not be immune to the ritual. Others are working to stop it, but until it stops, I am just as trapped here as you are. I know we should not be here, but duty has led me here, wherever here is.”

It felt vaguely familiar, but Gerwald would not admit that. If Naedira could not sense his thoughts through the bond they had shared when she was live, then he did not want her to know that something had been chasing him for some time. Whether he was feeling a connection to her, or whether the Devourer chased him also, Gerwald was determined that she would not have to carry the added burden of knowing they were still connected somehow even in her death.

“We can fight together… push back the spirits and protect those we can, or for however long it takes to stop the ritual, we can stay here. You can have a respite from the constant war.”

He searched for the answer in her eyes as his hand reached for her cheek. Letting his palm set on it gently, the wolf turned her gaze upward to his.

“Tell me what you want. I will see that it happens.”
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[Arianna Belasko]

The Nightsister Undead smashed against the Church's barricades, it's interior defenders huddled together. They had enough ammo to last the night but the last time the undead had come in force they had expended twice that.

They really were on their last ropes.

"We gotta get outta here!" One of the frightened villagers said. "We gotta make a break for the river!"

"We're dead if we go out there!" Another protested.

"We're dead if we stay!" the other villager shot back as he pointed to the rune covered door imprisoning Arianna Belasko. Runes that were slowly starting to smoke and burn off.

"Um...pardon me, darlings, but I do believe there has been a bit of a misunderstanding..." The Countess trapped behind the enchanted door said.

"You wouldn't be having Zombie trouble would you. Because that sounds an awful lot like Zombie trouble." Arianna asked. "If you let me out, I can help you..."

An arm smashed through the barricades, dried and mummified. It was blown off by a villager's shotgun.

"If we're dead either way, what's the difference? She was under attack from them too!" One pointed out, going to the sealed doors...

"No! We don't know what that thing is!" the Elder protested.

"I'd rather get killed by something trying to talk than something that has not said a damn word since all this started!" the villager replied, throwing open the doors...and backing away in horror.

("The Cupboard." by Jerry Goldsmith Plays.)

Arianna strode out, her flesh shuddering and bubbling hideously everywhere under her suit. Everyone backed the feth away as she stepped forward, channeling her power.

A ring of water congealed from the air around the church, violently swiping at and crushing the undead, tentacles growing from it as it dealt pure kinetic damage, tentacles violently slamming into the earth with thuds like blocks falling, violently swiping away the corpses, smashing the jewelry past uselessness. All was silent as she finished channeling her hydrokinetic abilities, flesh resetting onto her skeleton to that of a beautiful young blond woman with blue eyes.

Every villager was frozen in shock, too scared to move as Arianna turned to them, the Light Adept hiding inside of her form and mind making her forget she should have been curious as to how she had gotten here.

"So...where is the problem you're having coming from? Oh my, it so unbearably stuffy in here. You're all dressed like ass! I feel icky just being near you lot! Have you had your shots? Do they even have a restaurant here?" Arianna complained loudly and obnoxiously.

That said, if the real Arianna had been here, they would be quite dead by this point...

 

[Eternal Spirit]

Tags: Nick Brellor | Ruus Kote | Tegan Farron | Darth Metus | Auria Blackmoore | Vanya Aklin | Zaiya Valessa | Vytal Noctura | Draconis Sederius Wolf | Cord Starfall | Aya Lin | A ARS VAMI

The one holding the crystal ball, heard the gentle whispers of a ghost that had come to warn them of the intruders outside. Just then, they felt and heard the explosion as it made the rock foundation underneath their feet shudder and groan. Even now they could hear the strains of the rock foundations creak with the effort to maintain its current form, but they continued on. The middle figure glanced away from the ball, only to nod at the four which had gathered around him. They would have to give rise to their final defences. If all else failed then the seat would be weakened and defenceless… For the most part.

The two hooded figures that were still standing, pulled away from their positions and slowly walked over to the room’s outer wall. With synchronised movements, they both removed their black gloves and produced daggers. With quick slices, they sliced open their palms and pressed the bleeding limb onto the rock wall. Then they slowly smeared over it and began to chant in tandem as they drew upon not only the netherworld magic but upon their very own life force. ”We give you our strength and blood in sacrifice, so then you may rise and lay waste to all who dare to hinder our efforts!” A large wave of power would be felt by the witches as the ground began to rumble and slowly the two would begin to step back as the rocks began to split.

Two beings with blood smeared across their chests would pull away from the rock wall so then two Rock Golems would stand before them. Both were connected to the one who summoned them via an invisible link through the netherworld. Should the golem take a hit, the descendants would also feel its pain. With that in mind, they both pointed them down the mouth of the tunnel. ”Go! Defend us so then we shall not be disturbed!” Both golems paused if only for a moment, before they began to to shamble down the tunnel to face those at the mouth of the tunnel.

Quietly, the two that had fallen to their knees before, rose up and crossed over the expanse of the temple to meet each other in the middle. Gloves were pulled from their fingers and knives were produced to slice into the palm of their hands. Both reached out to touch their bloodied palms together before they fell back down to the rocky surface of the cavern and smeared their palms upon the floor. Once again, they drew upon the magic of the netherworld and chanted in unison. ”Tunnel and slither, we call upon the great beasts that reside underneath the ground. Bring about destruction and aid our fellow comrades in their quest to defend us against those who seek to stop us!”

The ground underneath the attacker’s feet would rumble and then fall silent. If only for a moment, as the golems thundered down the tunnel to face the forward movement of the CIS. Then, two Giant Worms would erupt from underneath the ground behind the CIS group, only to disappear under the ground. They would tunnel and then suddenly come back up to attack all over again in a repeated fashion.

All four beasts have a life link to their summoner. Kill a beast, a summoner dies with them. Each time a summoner dies, it weakens the magic. When all four summoners are dead, only the anchor is left. The witches will need to siphon off the magic from the crystal ball and send it back to the netherworld in order to safely kill the fifth and last seed. The last seed will not be able to do anything as it is the anchor and cannot break from the magic that they have created.

 

[Cord Starfall]

Post: 2
Objective: Two, Unseat the Power
Gear: Sith Swords (Fiend & Solar) | Sith Armor | Battle Skirt | Sith Mask | Green Midnight Duster with Hood | x2 DL-44 | Daggers
Tags: Vanya Aklin | Auria Blackmoore | Zaiya Valessa

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Cord sliced through the Zombies as she made her way to her fellow witches. How ever short of removing their heads the Zombies where relentless and kept coming. Cord found herself surrounded by the swarming undead for a moment as her swords and armour became drenched in the black vile smelling that oozed from the veins of everyone of the zombies she cut down. As she near the Vanya Aklin and Auria Blackmoore she heard the one she did not know call out. “Fire!” Of course, it had to be fire one of the things Cord actually wasn’t good at, it made her wish she could summon her Pyromancer aunt Ryn Starfall here. Actually, come to think of it these witches probably would have been better off with foul mouthed witch instead of her.


As she cut through her final Zombie she found her way to catching up to Vanya and Auria. She eyed Vanya cautiously as was to be expected. It wasn’t that Cord had any ill will or dislike of the woman it was the fact once upon a time Vanya had allied herself with Cord’s mother grant Vanya had also allied herself with Cord’s aunt Ryn and unlike her mother, her aunt was someone she respected and trusted.


As they moved along Cord found herself useless as Vanya and Auria cut down the undead with ease of there fire. Cord only had to bat away a few that got close with her swords. Unlike the others she did not feel the other woman Zaiya Valessa . Though Cord could use Magick and was connected to the Nether she was rusty she had relied too much on the force over the years rather then her magick. Out of all of them she may have had just a much experience as Vanya but Cord felt like the weakest link here. Other then her swords there wasn’t much she could offer, maybe a healing spell or two that she remembered.


From Behind them the blast of the caverns opening could be heard as they made there way to them. At Vanya’s command Cord went on a dead sprint for the caverns, sliding to a halt as she reached them. In that span of time she hadn’t had a chance to say word to any of the women in the group. Cord had arrived just ahead of Zaiya. Cord sheathed her swords that were attached to her belt and she pulled her twin blasters out of their holsters on her thighs. She opened fire on the pursuing undead guarding the entrance into the cave.


“Move, get inside, I will hold them off!” She screamed nodding to Zaiya and looking towards Vanya and Auria. However, as she said that she felt it the ground rumbling beneath her feet. It came from within the cave system and a feeling just came over Cord she knew it was not good. It was like her body was slowing feeling the flow of magick again and a big wave just hit her. Something was coming, something big more then one……and Cord was nearly useless.

 

[Arianna Belasko]

Arianna traced protective wards all over the room in her own glowing white blood.

The survivors didn't speak to her, but none dared raise their weapons. Arianna basked in their fear, while the Light Adept hidden within her recoiled at it.

Where Arianna walked, the survivors silently moved aside, not taking their line of sight off the monstrosity they had released out of desperation. They didn't even dare to blink.

Arianna ignored them as she did her work. It was their own fault they were in this mess in the first place. She'd have killed them for their own incompetence had they been her servants.

Arianna was troubled, however, as to how she couldn't remember getting here.

She was forced from within not to worry about it.

"There...that should buy you 007 hours at least..." Arianna announced, standing up. She headed over to the chalice.

"This Chalice..." She noted. "Where did you acquire it?"

"It was the center piece in the tomb." A survivor utterly terrified of her answered.

"Whose tomb?" Arianna asked.

"We don't know. We think it's a Sith though, given all the nastiness..."

"Typical. You morons bust into a tomb and you can't even be bothered to learn who you robbed." Arianna scoffed. "Wait here. If I'm not back after 007 hours, you take your chances and make for the river."

She then took the chalice, and the yellow lightsaber and Tri-Shot she didn't remember making, and headed outside towards the deeper part of the village where the old tomb had been uncovered, the eerie silence, blood splatter and bodies doing nothing to set Arianna on edge as she approached a damaged mine entrance. She spotted the eroded wards and began to venture deeper into it. Her flesh shuddered, feeling the Power of the Darkness as the edges of her vision blackened.

She snarled, venturing further into the cramped mine, hating how dirty it was.

But the power grew stronger, and the chalice in her hand vibrated. Removing it was likely part of the problem... Arianna theorized this Chalice had been the reason the survivors in the church had been under constant assault.

But what would returning it do to fix it?

Arianna wasn't sure, but the Light Adept hidden in her mind and flesh urged her to continue...

Arianna felt the air thin with each step. She stopped as she beheld an engraved door.

It was open, and she instinctively hissed at the dried shards of Nullification Resin on it. The Resin was lethal to her physiology.

She stepped carefully around the shards she spotted, not eager to suffer a fatal poisoning.

The tomb was intact. But it looked like a Nightsister Site that had been commandeered and defiled by a Sith. Runes and Dedications defiled. There was a Pedestal that looked like it was where the chalice should go.

Arianna approached it carefully, raising the chalice and placing it on an engraved depression.

There was an ungodly shrieking through out the whole tomb, and Arianna snarled as the hidden power in the chalice tried to suck out her psychic energy, only for the experienced Sorceress to violently resist, though it somewhat succeeded, stealing enough to age her to her mid sixties in seconds.

You are strong to resist the power of the chalice...but not strong enough it seems. I took more than I needed... an evil spirit with a woman's voice hissed in her skull.

"You..." Arianna snarled murderously, activating her yellow blade, as she watched the sarcophagus in the tomb shatter, revealing a quickly regenerating corpse.

"I will take back what you stole and more!"

The corpse stood up, activating a red, double Bladed Spinning Lightsaber.

It's all here...

The pair rushed each other, blades clashing fiercely...

 

[Aya Lin]

Location: Surface of Lorta
Equipment: Specialized Anti-Hazard Combat Armor | BAW-77 Tactical Blaster Rifle | BAW-57 Heavy Blaster Pistol
Objective: Establish a vantage point and a link to friendly forces.
Tags: Auria Blackmoore Vytal Noctura Tegan Farron Nick Brellor Ruus Kote Darth Metus Draconis Sederius Wolf A ARS VAMI BX-4323
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The horde had eventually started to crowd around Aya's unit, she was down 1-2 mags on her rifle and switched to her sidearm, firing at the zombies as they approached. They were on an island in the swamp with blaster fire flying out into the horde, some were screaming out for extra mags while some had switched to their pistols, and it looked like whenever a zombie was shot down, two more would take its place and as they started reaching the shore of the island, it seemed as though it was the end for them. But to their convenience, blaster fire could be heard in their close proximity and some of the zombies had shifted their attention to the new source of noise and many of them started dropping like flies. The rest of Milla company had converged on Aya's location and was able to pincer the horde as they approached their position.

The horde was eventually blasted the pieces as the rest of Milla company rendezvoused with Aya. "Bit off more than you could again ma'am?" Said one of the sergeants jokingly as they approached her. "More or less. At least we haven't had any casualties, someone twisted their ankle though." The two chuckled while the fresh reinforcements had approached with extra ammunition and medical attention. "The captain send you down?"

"He was intuitive enough to send all of Milla Company down when he saw the horde crowding you in CIC. Also given that more confederacy forces have been pooling in he felt it necessary to deploy us."

"I thought this was a simple raid no?"

"Given by how you were almost chewed up by those rotting scumbags and that they nearly overwhelmed the Surric contingent, CAF is sending reinforcements. They're treating this op with extreme prejudice."

"Let's hope they're wrong." Aya then turned her attention to the rest of the unit, booming her voice. "Alright everyone! Check your ammo levels, patch yourself up, we're moving in 5!"

All of Milla company was now present on the surface and were now at full strength. Marching ahead, 75 soldiers in total had pressed into a clearing of the swamp, the tree line had cleared and they were now on a wet open field. This was their designated location to set up a command post. "Comms call Gauntlet. Tell them we found their LZ."

"Yes ma'am."

Aya's personal comms picked up Draconis' transmission, the Surric forces had taken their clearing and were waiting on reinforcements. Knowing that they completed their objective, Aya contacted the General giving them the success of their mission. "Surric this is the Naboo contingent just east of your position. We've secured our landing zone, you'll see more of ours dropping in soon. We'll secure your right flank once we move on the ritual site." Draconis Sederius Wolf

The NEF had surveyed the area in case anymore zombies had appeared, they had formed a perimeter around the clearing while an NEF Battalion had dropped onto the field. As drop ships landed, NEF personnel had went straight away to establishing their command post. Makeshift structures were set up and a communications post was established to broadcast to all Confederacy forces on the surface. The right flank of the assault force was secured and they were waiting to coordinate a joint assault with the rest of the assault force. The battalion was getting their bearings, staying idly in the camp while they awaited the call for the final assault. Aya, with her helmet off had walked around the camp trying to clear her head as she was trying to ease off the experience that was the zombie horde that nearly ripped her body apart.

It was true that the High Marshal was reluctant to deploy the NEF to Lorta. He had never been there personally but he read the reports and knew what the Confederacy had experienced prior. The NEF had proven themselves capable in small raid operations, usually putting down insurgent groups or peacekeeping on the frontier. Aya remembered when Kirk had informed her of his uncertainty that the mission would be rougher compared to her last ones. He apologized to her a week before she was deployed and at the time Aya didn't understand why. Now she understands. These are the missions the sentients of the Confederacy must undertake for success, soldiers must me tested against the worse the galaxy would throw at them, especially undead flesh eating zombies and whatever this maker-forsaking planet was going to throw at them.

Suddenly, Aya's thought were interrupted as they ground shook for just a moment and she almost lost her balance. Aya rushed to the command sector which was already assessing the situation. "What's going on major?"

"Sensors have picked up an anomaly under the planet's surface. Definitely not zombies."

"Feth it all."

 

[Abel Denko]

The Knight certainly had his hands full.

On one hand, it fell upon his shoulders to ensure that Luna and Illyria walked away from this in one piece. They had not anticipated an out of body, ghastly experience when setting foot upon this world. And thus, he had to ensure that this day would not be their last. On the other hand, there was a literal spectral battle being waged before them - and it would not do to let their allies fall. Even now, Abel could make out the voices of their Obsidian fellows battling against the spirits. Thus, the Knight's attention was divided - and it would remain so until he breathed again.

"Stay close." came his words of direction to his apprentices. "We'll take them one at a time."

Knight Aquila had managed to rush into the streets before them and began engaging a trio of spirits. Whilst the skirmish unfolded, Abel was flanked by a duo of spectres. The first he easily dispatched with a swipe of his saber. The second attempted to rush past him and assault Luna and Illyria. "Oh no you don't!" he exclaimed, reaching out with his offhand. The Force coursed through his being, collapsing down upon the spectre with a mighty crush. Were the spirit a living being, its chest would have been caved in. Yet here? It simply dissipated.

In the aftermath, Abel was able to notice that Felix had been struck during his own fight. "You holding up?" he called, jogging to the man's side.

They wouldn't have the luxury of conversing long, as no less than six spirits were now rushing towards them.

"Luna, on my left. Illyria, on my right. Cover our flanks, remember your lessons. Breathe." he instructed, before rendering a nod to Knight Aquila.

The battle was far from over.

Felix Aquila | Luna Evanstance | Illyria Le Fey​

 

[Darth Metus]

The Magicians were far from done.

Though a path had been cut through the undead hordes, the real battle was awaiting inside the cavern. The Iron Beast took thunderous bounds inside the structure's mouth - its rotary cannon finally slowing down once the immediate horde had been cleared. Yet, there was no time to rest. The source of the calamity laid before them. Before the Beast's processors could even begin to formulate its next routine, the ground began to rumble underneath its claws. Its sensors went wild. Lifeform scanners specifically alerted it to movement below.

It did not have to wait long for the culprit to burst beneath the ground. The Iron Beast reacted quickly, erecting its shield to prevent some of the debris from crushing its allies. Effectively, the way out had been closed off by two monstrous creatures. And the way forward had been blocked by twin terrors. Golems of stone. Living worms. What's more, the ravenous pace of the latter would only serve to destabilize the cavern mouth. If they did not act quickly, the whole roof could collapse on their heads.

Thus, the Iron Beast sent a missive to the forces quickly mustering on the outside. Those of Aya Lin. << Assistance needed at primary target. Coordinates inbound. Cavern collapse imminent. >>

This would, at the very least, set some of the nation's boldest and brightest at the mouth of the cavern. Between the hordes of undead and the creatures, they would have their fair share of fight waiting for them. As for the Iron Beast, its rotary cannons spun up once more. Its concern was upon the Worms first, for their rampages placed the group in the most peril. Upon the next eruption, its primary weapon unleashed hell upon its exposed flesh. A monumental shriek was the response as its weapons tore open the beast's hide. Quickly, the beast burrowed back into the earth.

It was effective. They had a fighting chance.

Shuklaar Kyrdol | Nick Brellor | Tegan Farron | Auria Blackmoore | Vanya Aklin | Zaiya Valessa | Vytal Noctura | Cord Starfall | A ARS VAMI | Aya Lin​

 

[Naedira Darcrath]

Tag: Gerwald Lechner​

“I’m dead, Gerwald.”​

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The callous words were spoken without thought or any pretense. He was focused, as always, on the wrong dynamic. On the wrong struggle. Her life had been lived to the fullest from what she could recall. The only failing was that it had been cut short. The flicker of a candle, dying out, before the wax had even begun to melt. “Everything has a time. A season—I am in Winter.”​

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The electro-whip that she had materialized from nothingness crackled in her grasp while she took another step forward. Her hand on his shoulder was a strange sensation. The last time she had taken form she had been tied to the Devourer. A phantom, a ghoul, and barely moving under her own accord. This was different. The dreaming was her home, now, and she dwelled within a castle of darkness and broken glass that screamed through the atmosphere so quickly it could rend flesh from bone in an instant. “What is lost may never be found…And I was lost to you, long ago. My memory only serves to bring you pain and slow you down. It nearly killed you. You ARE the Lord Commander and that is why you MUST understand. You are everything to the Knights Obsidian and they are the backbone of our people.... You will be a teacher to them, a protector, family, and so much more. The connection to the Night Mother—You are their leader and their needs will be a heavy crown. A burden you must bear, both strong, and gladly.”​

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Her free hand moved from his shoulder and auburn hair waved, in constant motion, like flame curling toward the heavens. His eyes fell into her own and she could feel the depth of his quandary. His dedication. She knew what she must have meant to him in another life, otherwise, he would not hold on so tightly. Naedira could not remember. Not everything. Just flashes. Bits and pieces of a life that was no longer her own. He spoke of the current situation and her head shook slowly.​

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He came to perform his duty. Yet—She could feel him, here. Naedira could only assume that the slow bond that had kindled on some distant world was still active. He was relieved. Not to be trapped, but because he was here. With her. He could see her, even if, it would only be for moments. The Confederacy would prevail. The ritual would end and the Force Sensitives would be freed of this nightmare. They never left their own behind.​

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He drew nearer and reached for her face. She flinched, before allowing what equated to a gentle caress. The hand that rest on his shoulder released and shifted up covered his hand instead. The warmth of his skin felt foreign. How long had it been since she had felt anything but cold? Shadowed eyes remained steadfast on his while she spoke. His offer was kind. But, it was nothing more than a gilded lie in the dreaming dark. “Thank you. Thank you for trying. For never giving up…But I am only a remnant of the woman you knew. We cannot fight together. Naedira Darcrath, was never here.”​

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“She never left Tanaab.”​

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The spirits were restless and wild. Caught in a hellish abandon that Naedira knew would settle once the ritual came to a close. What was happening was beyond her. She could only keep moving and keep strong while her faculties still could. Her eyes tore from his and she pulled away from the first kind touch she had experienced in what felt like eons. She had work, to do.​

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“The dead rise among the living. The beasts will soon be dealt with at the hands of our people. The anchor, destroyed. They will wake from this as if it was little more than a fever dream…”, she trailed off, quietly, before her eyes found purchase on a group of squalling, wailing creatures, keeping an innocent being pinned down. Trapped. She didn’t know them from Confederate or otherwise…But they did not deserve this.​

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“You must refuse me, Lord Commander. You must…Because you must never refuse them. Leave the ring behind. Let it be forgotten…Let me die, truly, with this curse.”​

 

[Felix Aquila]

Tag: Abel Denko / Illyria Le Fey / Luna Evanstance <3
Attire: This
Objective: One - The Fiendish House Aquila
Equipment:

• - Light-saber
• - Personal Shield
• - Armour-weave Clothing

The Knight couldn't help but grip where the blow had landed, blood flowing from the wound in a confusion juxtaposition. It seemed that wounds here were real enough, death here likewise would surely have an adverse effect. The blow from the spirit had gone through some of his personal armour, which was ban enough as it was, however it had taken the edge off of some of the blow. Sighing and hauling himself up as his shield would have recharged its layers from the fight he would look to the couple which graced him with their presence. Smiling confidently as he did so while Abel struck at the specters that surrounded them.

"You know, I've had better days~ But It seems like these damn ghosts are moving towards something, like they have targets in mind. Before any of you got here did you have any word about others on their way? From here i can see more than a couple of other bodies in the houses... but there are traces of others having come through here... Maybe not everyone here is asleep like us?"

Then that feeling would sweep over him again, past the town, towards the temple and the ritual that was occurring. Slowly but surely however the enemies would turn on the specters, depending on the information that Felix was given he would be ready to spearhead towards the ritual, that being said, there was a town here that was in need of defense. There were people here... But they were going to need all the help they could get. Felix would nod to the others and begin a charge towards the other Knights who were fighting a battle against limitless tides which sought to overrun their position... I have he others should be able to handle the ritual...

"We need to cull the tide of these things and not let them tear into the people around here. But there's so many of them, we'll either need to spread out, or find a way of grouping people up so that we can protect them all at once!"

Felix would call, awaiting his answer before running headfirst towards another spirit, a heavily armoured one, yet another that seemed eerily familiar to Felix, a Hutt symbol emblazoned on their shoulder as he would make for them at breakneck speeds. They'd turn with a massive Vibro Axe, Gammorian, Felix would allow gravity to bring him closer to the ground, bending his knees and crouching. The Axe would soar over the top of the Knight's head with enough force to tear a light tanks hull open like a can opener. His ethereal shields barrier would slam into the front of the creature, a layer of its ephemeral shell shattering and exploding outwards causing the beast to stagger backwards, stunned with the blow as Felix would rise. His saber Cutting into the inside of his arm at the apex of his swing causing it to be released.

The spirit however had other plans, while its right arm was undone by the blade, it would lurch forward, gripping Felix by the front of the shirt and throwing a colossal headbutt. Felix would attempt to reel back, flow with his momentum, but he was inside his guard and already moving forward at the time. The blow would connect, dazzling pain would shoot through his neck, back and forehead like a lake of fire which would shred through him as white-water. Taking a step the ghost would grab hold of his axe again with its remaining functional arm dragging it across the ground in an arc for Felix's legs, intending to take the young Lord out at his knees.

There was the option to retreat, to roll forward or to block the weapon, but Felix would charge, his form was off and bent towards him as felix would plant a foot off the inside of the giants' bending knee and with a rise twist, throwing a knee directly into the side of the pig creature's head with all the force he could muster. And the creature would vanish. Shaking off his head again, attempting to ignore the world spinning he would move forward. There were more of these bastards to kill...

well... to kill again.

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[Gerwald Lechner]

R E U N I O N​

Wearing:xxx (Live Gerwald) xxx (Ghost Gerwald)
Weapons:xxx and xxx
Tag: Naedira Darcrath

”You know what I mean,” he shot back. “Dead or not he TRAPPED you… BOUND you to a ring that fell to me to carry. You are not just dead. You are also still alive.”​

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Naedira could argue the point all she wanted that she had died, but Prazutis had ensured that she would not simply die. They were both right, and they were both wrong all at once. Gerwald hated that fact. Despite what it seemed, Gerwald had finally accepted Naedira was dead, but he also knew what she had wanted, what she had asked. The reason the wolf carried the ring in the first place was because they had failed to bring her back. Gerwald’s promise had been she would find her escape.​

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Had she been lost to him? Gerwald did not have the heart to tell her that she had never been his lose. They had been friends, they had been close, but never had they belonged to each other. Perhaps the bond was something which allowed them to say they shared something which they did not share with anyone else, but they had never explored anything beyond the deep friendship which they had shared before her death on Taanab.​

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Everything Naedira spoke of could be summed up in one word.​

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Duty.​

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The word had become something of a curse word to the lupine. It seemed that duty was constantly in conflict with what he wanted and what she should do. In this case, it was not. While the auburn haired woman spoke to him what had happened to him, how her memory had hindered him, Gerwald began to shake his head. Even now she was trying to protect him. Even now she pushed him to be everything he could be.​

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Did she not understand why he was who he was? Could the woman not see she was the reason he had achieved everything she had always known he could.​

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“Your memory was not what got me killed. Oh yes… he killed me, returned me, and started over again. THAT was my blind sense of revenge. I wanted him dead for stealing you from me. Perhaps there was a time where the thought of you drove me away from everything you knew I could be, but now… I am Lord Commander because of what happened on Naalol. Do you remember? I tried to destroy the ring. I did what duty demanded. I was ready to break my promise to you so that everyone else could live.”​

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He wanted to break away from her gaze. It was hard, but finally his eyes found the ground.​

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“I am all of those things to them already.”​

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It was quiet for a moment. Gerwald took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Her hand reached for his as it rest on her cheek. The wolf could have lived in this moment. There was only one other moment between them which Gerwald had locked into his memory. It had been the day he knew he loved her but did not say anything. For so long he had held onto it. His feelings never once betrayed him, not until Naalol, not until she had asked him to destroy the ring.​

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Her touch drew his gaze back toward her eyes. His blue orbs followed hers to the innocents which were in danger. A resigned sigh escaped his lungs as a hand reached toward the scene. A blast of force energy ripped through the assailants, sending them flying before his eyes turned back to the woman.​

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“Refuse you? I can refuse you no more than I can refuse them. I am the Lord Commander, and my duty to them is the same as it is to you. Not only can I free you of this curse, but I will. You say that your memory, that it holds me back, but it is what makes me stronger. You are more than just a remnant, you are her soul, the essence of who she was. You should know that I will not abandon you, and I will do for them what I must.”​

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His eyes begged her.​

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“Do not ask me to break my promise, and do not release me from it.”​

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The sound of more creatures nearing their position came. Turning to face them, Gerwald ignited his lightsaber. They could fight together as long as they were there. He would show Naedira. Perhaps if saw it, experienced it, she would know there was hope.​

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[Illyria Le Fey]

tag: Abel Denko | Luna Evanstance | Felix Aquila

Illyria did not charge as quickly as the others and instead took the back peddle to allow herself another moment to calm herself, to try and slow the jack hammering of her heart and racing of her thoughts. She was not dead. But she needed to focus or she would be. The blade of her lightsaber ignited with a familiar snap-hiss, momentarily illuminating the ground at her feet before finding it's first target - a ghastly spectre that had come from the right, shouting, weapon in hand, poised to come down in a devastating blow. She moved as though on instinct and when the slashing swing connected, the spectre vanished, and in the next moment she was stumbling forward.

She hadn't been anticipating the enemy to literally vanish and had thrown all her weight behind the attack. She managed to regain her balance but by no means was it graceful. One had to wonder... were the spectres like them, trapped out of their own bodies and forced to fight in this unseen war? What would happened when they 'died'? Would they actually die or would they return to their bodies? There were so many questions without answers, and more coming to mind with each second that passed.

Illyria was frightened to know the truth. She kept imagining being struck down and killed, Abel having to tell her parents that she was gone. Distracted by her own fear, she did not see the spectre approaching until Abel had crushed it, causing it to dissipate like the others. Panting slightly, she looked at him with wide eyes, still uncertain, but grateful. She felt like a bigger burden to him then usual, like a baby needing to be coddled and protected. She wanted to do better, be stronger. She would be those things. She would.

"Your right, okay, got it." Breath. She gripped her lightsaber tighter, knuckles white from the pressure, and moved forward, watching as ahead Knight Aquila dispatched another spectre, a gamorrean. He seemed shaken and out of sorts from the head butt. Breath. Six more enemies were approaching fast, faster then she thought he might regain his senses. Breath. She didn't stop to think because if she did she might turn tail and run, so instead she ran toward where Felix had been, lightsaber raised to block the weapon of the first sceptre she reached, forcing it away from him in an effort to give him the time needed to come back to his senses.

 

[Luna Evanstance]

"Luna, on my left. Illyria, on my right. Cover our flanks, remember your lessons. Breathe." There wasn’t a moment to argue. Abel checked in on their fellow Knight before things began to heat up. Swinging the lightsaber in her hand, the young Smuggler heard the drawn-out hum of the movement as the small group of ghastly specters headed their way.

Rast’s demanding words echoed away, fading now in her mind as they raced forward; Luna’s long legs gave her a bit of edge for a female as she swung her blade in the direction of one of the many specters. As she slashed through, it dissipated as if it never even existed. It was rather fascinating and in a better time, something to study. But they were enemies- ones that needed to be vanquished and Luna wasted no time moving onto the next; its hideous face and snarling hardly phased her.

“Hold your vibrosword higher. Your form is poor and with those swings, you’ll never survive; the weak and pathetic creature you are.” As Luna moved forward with her Master, fellow Apprentice, and the Knight named Felix, a new memory flashed through her mind, hearing Rast’s voice and her much younger self protesting as a training exercise echoed faintly as the Smuggler moved in battle. “I’m not weak!” She could almost feel the sharp, harsh jab in her lower back from her Uncle’s own weapon as her younger self had been forced to correct her own form as she worked the lightsaber in the training sessions Able had provided.

The quietness of her own memory filtered out, leaving the intense sounds of lightsabers humming and making contact with the shrieking specters to reach back to full volume and reality had taken full hold once again. “I’m not weak.” Her voice was low and hard as she swiftly ducked as its weapon attempted to slice at her, bringing her own upwards, as if she were slicing it down the middle. Like the others, it disappeared only leaving her a moment to fully look up; ashen hair in the way of her sharp emerald eyes to check on her comrades to make sure they were still alive and moving forward. ​

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SINGLE | 33 | HETEROSEXUAL | BLASTER PISTOL • VIBROBLADE | Illyria Le Fey Abel Denko Felix Aquila ​

 

[Vanya Aklin]

wearing: xXx
tag: Auria Blackmoore | Zaiya Valessa | Cord Starfall | Darth Metus

Gnarled fingers dripping with decaying flesh and withered bone reached out to seek a meal of the tattooed vixen but she was flighty, slipping away from their grasp as the group headed for the cavern. The path had been cleared and with Cord staying behind, there was no hesitation in dashing forward in those few precious moments given to them by The Beast. Once inside it took a moment for the Nightsister's eyes to adjust to the interior of the cavern but once the darkness had cleared and she could see again, unease shivered down her spine. The path ahead appeared to be clear but the shifting in the air and the rumbling of the earth told a different tale. "Be careful."

The caution seemed hollow as the women that travelled with her had proven quite capable. There was no doubt that the they could stand their ground against whatever creatures awaited them. And, much like Vanya, the two would feel the wave of power just as she had. This perversion of Nightsister magick would threaten to thieve the air from the tattooed sisters lungs, the feel of it through the Force corrupted. But it was as strides continued and the source of this trickery drew closer that obsidian eyes widened with surprise. "Get down!" Vanya dropped into a sudden crouch to avoid the hunk of rock that had been hurled at them.

There was a distinct annoyance in her expression as she stood, this time speaking a spell beneath her breath while holding a hand in front of her, palm facing the golems that approached. A shimmering barrier flicered in front of the witches for a moment before seemingly vanishing. Auria and Zaiya would both know it remained; would know that it would block whatever was thrown at them. "Cowards." The single word insult was spoken coldly, each sylable laced with disgust. "You hide behind your summons while you make a mockery of our magick? How pathetic. I will enjoy watching you die."