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[Krasskorr the Maw]

FOOD: Ziso Kus Eurydice Meliant

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The aroma of cybernetics lingered in Krasskorr's mind as he observed Ziso Kus dart through the jagged opening ahead, her frantic movements revealing her dawning realization that she was no match for his formidable presence. She was undeniably fast, likely aided by cybernetic enhancements that propelled her deep into the vault's intricate maze.

Yet, the Saurton knew he didn't need to chase her down; his goal was to shatter her resolve before he shattered her physically like the assassin's body still clinging to his back. Krasskorr slowed his thunderous charge into more of a heavy gait, every footstep was calculated to strike terror in the heart of his opponent before they even crossed blades.

Gripping the Lightclub in his blood-stained claw, he flicked his wrist with menacing ease, extending the three-meter blade outward. Instead of swinging at nothingness, he drove the roaring plasma deep into the ancient corridor wall.

The resulting sound was excruciating, a piercing, shrill hiss as obsidian and cold iron melted away under the influence of the dark-side-infused weapon. As Krasskorr advanced, he dragged the blade forward, etching a glowing trench of molten slag along the passage. Blinding orange sparks erupted in a relentless cascade, illuminating his massive, matte-black figure in a demonic, flickering glow.

The action served no immediate advantage but the psychological impact was undeniable. The shrill sound of metal melting reverberated through the narrow corridors, a haunting alarm that made the fleeing cyborg acutely aware of the danger closing in.

"GET BACK HERE RUNT!" With a thunderous bellow, Krasskorr unleashed a furious cry, his voice resonating with such power that dust cascaded from the high ceiling. He swung his lightclub violently, embedding it into the wall and leaving a trail of molten destruction in its wake.

 

[Arris Windrun]

Nilira Vornix​

Arris should've realized by now that every one of her remarks would be analyzed by Nilira. She rubbed the back of her neck while the acolyte prattled on like an investigator over what she noticed about these creatures. Which was surprisingly a lot, just from environmental details alone, for something they've yet to see a living specimen of.

"Yeah, well. I'm poisonous to anything that might try to eat us." She looked back at Nilira. "You, on the other hand, would probably make a nice snack." The cyborg grinned.

Her attention followed Nilira's next deduction, and she turned right and followed the path. Her chemlight bobbed as she walked, illuminating the dark, tunnel-like hallway. Then, they came into a large chamber.

"Whoa," Arris whistled.

A very large and vertical chamber. Her light barely touched the other side and couldn't reach the bottom. Only a large fissure in the ceiling, where some daylight came in, gave her an impression of what was above - they were a dozen and a half meters below that, she determined.

Arris bent down and picked up a rock, then tossed it below. A few seconds later, the faint echo returned.

"Big place," she remarked.

Their only way up and down was a spiral staircase. Though she wondered how the hell you were supposed to get across to the other side, where she could see an archway. Jumping, even with the Force, felt unwise.

"I figure all the cool shit will be below," she shrugged, then made her way down the stairs.

That was when the stairs folded in, becoming a sudden ramp like a trap straight out of a holovid.

"Whaaaaa!" Arris shrieked as she fell on her back and began to slide. Faster and faster as the seconds passed.

The chemlight slipped from her hand, tumbling below to join the rock. Arris looked back to see if Nilira was okay. More concerned for her than her own safety at that moment.

 

[Anet Raine]

Mellia Raine
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Of course, it was too much to hope that Mellia was as dumb as she sounded. Okay, maybe that was a little mean, but from Anet's perspective, that was exactly how she felt when her sister yapped about corporate games and fashion. Anet loved fashion in that she loved to look good, but the rest? Ugh.

"I wouldn't miss this for the world, sister."

Anet sighed. "Of course not."

Mell's anxiety (perhaps brief) was noted, even if she tried to hide it.

Sanctions.

"Oh, never mind that. If you want to end up in a Republic prison, be my guest. Drag the family name through the mud - it's about time someone did."

Banter like that made it a little easier for Anet to stomach the fact that Mell was coming with her. The yacht was too large to touch down this close to the ruins, but it didn't need to. The vessel hovered in place beside a cliff edge and got just close enough for them to jump across. The blast door opened, and out Anet hopped to the other side.

She turned back and waved her sister along. "Don't fall behind!" She ordered.

The acolyte entered a brisk pace along the cliff, then down a steady, natural ramp thick with foliage that led towards the city's outskirts. The large, conical towers were quite visible even from here. Their tips pierced like beacons above the treetops.

But Anet stopped when she heard the telltale rustling of creatures in the underbrush. Hell, she wasn't a fighter, let alone a survivalist, even with her training and recent experience. Without the Force, she was probably as good as dead. Resigned to a revelation she was not yet ready for, Anet turned and faced her sister.

Her voice grew colder. "Mellia. You will not say a word about this. To anyone."

Then, she reached into her robes and withdrew the mask and donned it. In an instant, all her power flooded through her, and her senses came alive. A putrid Dark Side presence rolled across the landscape. Undoubtedly, it would make anything that lived here more aggressive - especially the predators. And it came from the ruins ahead. This was definitely the city they were looking for.

"Come on," Anet said. "Stay close to me." Even in Darkness, she wouldn't abandon her sister. There was still something left uncorrupted.

 

[Eurydice]

Meliant Ziso Kus Krasskorr the Maw​

Eurydice knew what was coming the moment Meliant’s hand landed heavily on her shoulder. Unfortunately, that did not mean she knew how to resist.

As she was unceremoniously pushed through a jagged maw of ripped metalwork, the frightened seer let out an unattractive cross between a squeal and a yelp.

Eurydice flailed her legs and singular arm before landing in the corridor below on her rump. A dim wash of emergency lighting flickered across her sprawled form.

The girl groaned as she began to collect herself from the floor, straightening her already straight robes. She peered around, finding nothing but dull durasteel and stone.

Finally, she looked up to Meliant - if he was still there, lingering at the precipice and sneering at her from behind his mask. Or perhaps, he had passed through the same crevasse, far more graceful, and still sneering at her from behind his mask.

The ceiling above trembled to the rhythm of slow, heavy steps. Eurydice’s eyes grew wide, and she instinctively tucked herself in the corner like a frightened shadow.

“W-we're not alone!” she whispered.

 

[Meliant]

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Meliant leapt down not long after Eurydice. He landed crouched, and so softly on his heels even his cloak barely ruffled. It was only then he noticed Eurydice was missing an arm. ​

He would have pushed her anyway, to be clear, but he might have said something mean first. Now he would have to settle for later, though not by much.​

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"W-we're not alone!" she whispered, so low it was almost an inaudible whimper. And it had to be said that it annoyed Meliant greatly. There's a time and a place for insipid whimpering and it was now long gone. ​

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He looked down one of the tunnels, vaguely in the direction of those thumping footfalls and thundering bellows. Meliant had spent enough time on the Sepulchre with Krasskorr to recognize him, even at this remove. But in the tangle of the Dark Side he could also see that the mutant was engaged by someone else. ​

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Ideal - it would only serve to waste Meliant's time to deal with that pitiful holdout.​

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"You really are helpless... Hm," Meliant observed, now looking at Eurydice again instead of addressing her concerns. "Didn't anyone offer you a robot arm? Well. I guess you don't need both to tell fortunes, so why waste it?"​

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Meliant proceeded down the tunnel she previously indicated, sword-tip dragging lazily along the walkway behind him.​

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"Come along, Stumpy. I don't want to get lost."​

Eurydice Ziso Kus Krasskorr the Maw​

 

[Ziso Kus]

"There is no one who isn't a runt compared to you." Ziso cursed under her breath as she continued her mad dash deeper within the facility. She was neither an honor bound warrior or a fool. Charging back towards Krasskorr was very much charging into the maw of a beast. So down the halls she went, though not in the same path she'd intended. Two others had gone that way.

One was a much more dangerous monster.

So she ran like a coward, at least until the assassin defenses assaulted her. A metallic hiss escaped her as she found herself twisting to block a dagger aimed for her back. A flash of metal from a dagger within her cloak to block, and another to imbed itself within the neck of her assailant. She needed to run more, make more space, prepare what she could to fight such a beast that had decided she was his target.

Every second wasted was the threat of death closing in further.

Krasskorr the Maw

 

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Jedha

Equipment:
Apprentice Attire | Lightsaber | Shoto | Cybernetic Arm

The corridors narrowed as Ace moved deeper beneath the observatory, old stone pressing close enough in places to make the ruins feel unearthed rather than built. Somewhere far overhead ancient mechanisms groaned through the rock in slow, arthritic motion. After Sibylla's departure, he expected the silence to return.

It didn't. Another set of footsteps had begun keeping pace with his own, measured and unhurried, so natural in rhythm he noticed them before he admitted to himself they were there.

He kept walking a few moments before muttering, almost to himself. "Persistent."

Beside him came a familiar sound, little more than breath through the nose. "Hmph."

Ace turned and found Lorn Reingard at his shoulder as though he had always been there, expression carrying that unreadable stillness he knew too well. There was no grand reveal to it, no theatrics from the Force. Somehow that made it more unsettling.

"This place likes to recycle people." Ace said dryly, looking ahead again.

"So do memory and consequence." Lorn replied.

They walked for a time without speaking. It might have felt almost ordinary, if not for the weight moving with them in the dark. Then Lorn said, almost absently.

"You've become difficult to sense."

Ace glanced toward him. "What does that mean?"

Lorn's gaze stayed forward. "It means parts of you are going dark."

Ace let out a faint breath that might have been amusement. "That supposed to worry me?"

"No." Lorn said. "It worries me."

The answer lingered longer than Ace liked. As they turned down another passage, Lorn continued in that same plain tone, as if simply noting something observed. "I used to feel conflict in you. Now I mostly feel decision."

Ace's expression tightened. "I know what I'm doing."

"That isn't what troubles me." Lorn said. "You call emptiness discipline. You call compromise strategy. You call distance clarity. Names don't change what things are."

There was no accusation in it. That made it harder to push aside.

"Still taking inventory." Ace muttered.

"Observation."

A few more steps passed before Lorn spoke again. "I keep seeing you in places you haven't gone yet."

That pulled Ace's attention back. "What?"

Lorn was quiet long enough that it felt deliberate. "I don't know. That's what worries me. There are futures where I can't reach you."

Ace frowned. "Jedi mysticism at its finest."

Lorn ignored the jab. "You think your danger is becoming a monster. It isn't. Your danger is becoming convinced you're necessary."

That one hit. Ace felt it and immediately resented that he did. "Someone has to do it."

Lorn looked at him then, not sternly, not with judgment, but with something heavier. "I'm not here to ask you to stop. I'm here because part of you already knows where this ends."

Silence stretched between them. Then, quieter still...

"I'm not warning you. I'm grieving ahead of time."

Ace stopped walking. Lorn took two more steps before stopping as well. For a long moment neither moved, then Ace looked away first.

"When the future you are trying not to see arrives." Lorn said, calm as ever. "Remember you weren't unwarned."

Ace turned... and the corridor was empty. No Lorn. No second set of footsteps. Only dust moving in stale air, and for a long while Ace stood listening, uncertain when he had stopped hearing anything but himself.​

 

[Tamsin Starfall]

Theme: Welcome To The Jungle
Tags: Varin Mortifer

"First, the nerds are in a mind prison." She stopped for a moment trying to figure out how she could dumb the science down for. "You know what a holocron is? It's like that but on a bigger scale and it traps the essence or mind of people in it. They don't have physical bodies anymore. The device was created by the infinite empire as well as the temple it's housed in."

She said as he condemned her for chewing too loud. So out of spite she took another loud bight of the granola bar just to annoy him more. Staring right at him as she did so, as he then realized there was no wall, just more forest. "As I was saying, they had insane tech. They knew about durasteel, duracrete, and other materials we still have no understanding of."

As she said that she again expected the demon with all its arrogance to chime that it knew the infinite empires secrets. It said nothing though and that was odd. Then before she could continue on her tangent about the infinite empire and how their tech was probably fireproof @VarinMortifer handed her small knife. She stared at it a moment but did not reach for it. She just took another bite of her granola and then broke up a few chucks and tossed them to the Gizka's that gathered. Now he would have to listen to more chewing noises.

She did not take the knife, instead she pushed herself off the rock she was sitting on to her feet. Glaring up at Varin who was almost three feet taller than her. Then moved past him as she then stared forward as at the forest before them. If he wasn't going to use fire maybe she should use some magick.

"Their buildings, are probably fireproof given their technology." She finally said defiantly not looking back at him just staring forward at the jungle before them.

Internally she was trying to talk to the demon, she never called on it. It was always there. always wanting to show how much better it was than her and everyone. Tamsin was trying to ask it for power, that same power the demon had used on Coruscant. That power could bend nature to its will. Yet silence hung heavily in the air, only broken by Varin speaking again saying something wasn't right.


"You are right." He probably thought Tamsin would never say such words. "I can't hear or feel the demon." No that wasn't right she could feel the demon as she tried to stretch out her senses, but it was detached from her. It was watching them, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up.


"We need to run now, as fast as we can." She said as she looked forward at the brush in front of them. Then she pulled her saber from her belt and ignited it. As she said that the small Gizka that had been friendly now turned feral and charged at both her and Varin. Yet that wasn't the full threat, a small tremble could be felt in the ground at first, but it was getting bigger and soon trees snapping could be heard. A herd of Rancor's was coming straight for them.

 

[Varin Mortifer]

VARIN MORTIFER

Equipment: Durum Mantle | Black Blade of Chandrila | Eye of The Dragon | Heavy Sith Mace | Cross Guard Broadsaber

“Add enough heat and the duracrete can still crumble. I have seen it several ti-”

His voice was cut by the feeling of vibration in his feet. The now chewing vermin around her quickly turned feral, one jumping to him, he grabbed its throat with a gauntlet hand and squeezed with a wet crunch before slamming the corpse to the ground.

Beyond them he saw movement. Whole trees rocking and falling over.

Varin's gaze glared as soon as she ignited her saber, a stampede was heading their way. Completely random and out of nowhere, rancor of all creatures here? It didn't add up.

Without warning Varin grabbed Tamsin and hoisted her onto his shoulder then quickly outstretched his hand, a roar of flame ejected from his palm like a horizontal cyclone, shredding and incinerating what plant life stood in their way.

“Hold on.”

The force surged through his body as he had practiced with Mercy enhancing his speed and strength beyond limits comprehensible by the normal body. His body surged forward through the burning tunnel he had created as the Rancor started gaining behind them.

“I HATE THIS DAMN PLANET!”

His voice echoed throughout the air around them scaring off more birds that dared to stay near.

He continued his pace holding her like a log on his shoulder as he weaved through stumps and broken burnt limbs.

Tamsin Starfall​

 

[Krasskorr the Maw]

FOOD: Ziso Kus Eurydice Meliant

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The molten trench continued to glow in Krasskorr's wake, casting long, demonic shadows across the vaulted corridor. He could hear the frantic scrambling of Ziso Kus ahead, the unmistakable sound of metal clashing as the GenoHaradan assassins descended upon her. It would be a pity if the assassin's blade marked the end of the chase, yet some outcomes were inevitable; at least there would be a carcass to feast upon.

He took another heavy deliberate step, preparing to drag the roaring plasma of his Lightclub further along the wall. But then he paused, the three-ton Saurton froze with such stillness that the silence cascading into the corridor was almost as deafening as his bellow had been. He didn't halt because of the threat of the assassins nor did he care about the cybernetic coward fighting for her life in the dark.

A flicker of his tongue emerged from behind the helmet, sensing an unexpected dark side presence.

This presence, hidden beneath the grime of droids, bore the taste of Sith alchemy mixed with the decay of sheer cowardice. It was a foul odor that Krasskorr had etched into his memory during the siege of the Imperial Palace, just moments before the Covenant shattered their defenses and a new unknown girlish scent in the form of Eurydice .

Meliant - the name echoed in the cavern of Krasskorr's skull, a poison that immediately drowned out all other thoughts. The Dark Side Elite turned traitor who had sided with the enemy and allowed the sanctuary of the True Galactic Emperor to be defiled without resistance.

Krasskorr's golden eyes, previously narrowed in the thrill of the hunt, widened and flooded with a violent, bloodshot crimson. The very notion that he was wasting his time terrifying a runt of a graverobber while the architect of his greatest failure breathed the same stale air was an insult he could not bear.

With a swift motion, he directed his massive head toward the descending tunnels, where the faint sound of a sword-tip being dragged lazily across the stone walkway echoed from deep below. He gripped the lifeless body hanging from his back, aware that while Meliant could mask his presence, the girl wouldn't be able to.

With a swift surge of power, he hurled the corpse from his clawed hand, sending it crashing through the stone floors below, each impact echoing in the silence. The mangled remains plummeted toward Eurydice , who would be frightened enough to betray her location.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Vector Monk Seris Velmora
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There was no surprise when the Kainite moved forward. A single nod sufficed; no pride drove him to object either. Rather than waste energy, he accepted that the flank was where he would be most useful; of course, there was a distinction between that and following.

The jungle's silence pressed in. Boots sank into leaf litter; warnings were whispered, so he listened. Then came Monk's words, though they pitched far too high in the air. Still, he understood it, eyes widening for a moment. Through the leafy lattice, he glimpsed the Rakatan monolith with a scholar's vision, both austere and foreboding in its own right.

Magnificent, certainly.. even when it was half devoured by vines, hardly remembered by history. There was a lesson in that too if one cared to look.. but let the guide have their moment. Things were always a matter of perspective; some might view Vector's fear as weakness, others just an element of a larger tactical equation. Given their survival might just very well depend on one another, he chose the latter. Sometimes, survival had a way of making pragmatists of everyone.

The emitter met a thumb; he didn't need to learn their pattern before committing to violence. "Vector," lower now, taking one step forward, "the city has waited several thousand years to be found." A wry little curve formed at one side of his mouth. "It will survive another hour." Less than an hour, ideally. His gaze tracked east along the treeline where shadows begun to pool.

"So will we.."

The earth continued shivering with distant roars. Then, one Acklay emerged. Mottled carapaces were sliding over fallen logs. Mandibles were clicking. Lysander's saber came up and then down in a single arc.

 

[Kaelyr]

The Demon of Crimson​

The Hunt For Tira{Chandaar}

Tags: Lirka Ka

Yggdrakses vibrated in my soul as I ventured around the halls of the vault. I found myself here for one of two reasons. First and foremost, one of the dark cosmic entity's shards was here, in this very vault. The call to find all information on the infamous world of Tira was the second reason. I could feel I was not alone in the search here, as others were present, evident from the sounds of conflict elsewhere. So long as they didnt interfere in my quest, it would be no issue.

Venturing further into the hallowed corridors of the vault, I found myself drawn to a particular hall. Yggdrakses' vibrating increased. I felt sensations of wanting to get through to whatever was on the otherside of the door at the end of the corridor. That would be the obstacle to get past, this large metal door. It was thick, very much so to the point that I sensed the force around it just to see how thick it was. It was a solid metal door for one, and it seemed I was going to have to go about it one of two ways. I opted to go with the easier option, pointing my hand forward and sending out a rush of cosmic flame at it as I approached the opening.

Before I could get to the opening, something met me, staring me down as it walked through the melted metal. A hulking mass of machine and gnarled flesh emerged from the entryway of the melted door, barring my path as it let out a guttural growl. The gem at the center of the mask flared as energy pooled in it before firing off a beam of concentrated energy at me, causing me to dodge into the air to avoid it. Feeling the force of the resulting explosion, it cleared the distance, bladed claws poised to rip me to shreds, only to be paired by my lightsaber as the force from defending against such hefty blows sent me flying back some feet.

Landing, I vaulted from the floor to the right wall and behind it, sprinting forward to gain some distance. My evasive retreat seemed to only piss it off as it bellowed in rage and gave chase. I had to find more open ground if I was gonna have a fighting chance against it.

 

[Tamsin Starfall]

Theme: Welcome To The Jungle
Tags: Varin Mortifer

She turned slight as one of the Gizka came at her, her free palm came up as she blasted it away with a force blast. Then she was about to take off running as giant wall barreled into her knocking the air from her lungs. Her world spun in a dizzying array of green and browns before she found herself staring at black and red armor plates. The edge of the upper part of a pauldron jabbing hard into her side. Her saber disengaged as she lost her focus.

The bouncing of the running made it hard to get her breath back, as she felt heat rising up all around them as Varin burned the forest. She tried to gain her bearings and breath, gasping as she tried to keep her head from slamming into the back of Varin's armor. As her head occasionally bounced up, she caught glimpses of what was behind them.

A dozen or more Rancor's just storming and raging through the forest behind them. Trees snapping as they just slammed through them wildly. In the horde of She saw smaller Gizka running with the rancor's. Though as the Gizka reached the burning area's they split off from the horde trying to move around it as the Rancor's roared and pushed head long through it.

Tamsin only caught this in brief glimpses as she bounced up and down over Varin's shoulder the metal of the puldron digging into to her side causing sharp pain. It was strange not the rancors or gizka in isolation they were natural to this world. It was how they seemed to work in coordination. It was like something might be driving them.

Her head bounced up once more and she saw it, she couldn't make out its features but someone or something was riding on the back of one of the rancors. What little air she could hold in her little lungs pushed out in a word.

"What?"

Her eyes blurred as her head came crashing back down slamming into Varins armor hard. A gash opening across her forehead and crimson starting to pour from it.

She couldn't hold on and as she did her hand lost grip of her saber falling to the ground behind them as they moved at this pace. Tamsin couldn't see it, but Varin would in front of them now fast approaching a wall that just seemed to jump out of the forest as if out of thin air. It seem to spring high up into the air made of old stone not modern in any sense of the word. "Uhhhh." Tamsin groaned as she tried to lift her head slightly again. "My Saber…" She said with heavy stressed gasping.

"I think we might die here. Or..." She paused her head lifted looking through the crimson mask that now painted her face. She saw the blurry figure on the back of the rancor once more. "We are already dead?"

 

[Eurydice]

Chandaar | Meliant Krasskorr the Maw Ziso Kus
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Eurydice blinked hard, as if that could clear the incredulity from her misty eyes. A robot arm? Stumpy?

The girl didn't say anything to back, staring at Meliant like a frightened animal instead. She skittered after him when he moved to continue on down the tunnel, staying a blessed four or five paces behind, posture slightly hunched as she silently hemmed and hawed. This was the type of Sith who might not kill her for fun, but who would surely leave her for dead the moment she became less helpful or too inconvenient.

More worrying sounds from above. Distant thuds and crashes, moving too fast. Getting too loud.

Eurydice hesitated in her steps. "U-um," she rattled. "Sir-"

Stone shattered above their heads in a terrible hail of noise and debris. The seer managed to leap out of the way of Krasskor's missile-like impact, but the poor corpse he'd used as a battering ram - who'd since been reduced to chunks of meat and viscous liquids from consistently brutal impacts - sprayed all over her in a gruesome display of viscera.

Eurydice tripped over her own robe, stumbled, and fell to the ground, where she began retching into the nearest corner.

 

[Seris Velmora]

Tag: Lysander von Ascania | Vector Monk

The jungle didn’t just press in anymore—it held its breath. Seris Valmora felt it the moment Vector Monk’s tone shifted from scholarly awe to something sharper, something threaded with fear. She didn’t need his words to confirm it, though he gave them anyway—too loud, too open.

We’re being hunted.

Good.

Her gaze flicked past him, catching the looming Rakatan monolith through the lattice of vines and ancient stone. Impressive, maybe. Once. The kind of thing that made historians forget where they were standing. She didn’t slow for it.

Lysander’s voice cut through the tension next—measured, controlled, grounding the moment before it could spiral into distraction. Seris tracked him briefly from the corner of her eye, noting the way he positioned himself, the way he let the excitement die before it could become a liability.

He had the right of it. The city could wait. The jungle couldn’t. The ground trembled—subtle at first, then unmistakable. Seris’ fingers stilled on her lightsaber hilts.

Then—Movement. The Acklay burst from the undergrowth ahead of Lysander, its mottled carapace scraping against stone and root as it surged forward, mandibles clicking in a hungry, jagged rhythm. Lysander’s blade ignited and came down in a clean, decisive arc—

—but Seris was already moving. She stepped in fast from the side, a blur of motion and instinct, her saber snapping to life in a sharp hiss of crimson light. The first strike wasn’t meant to replace Lysander’s—it joined it.

A slicing, angled cut tore across the creature’s forward limb as it lunged, deflecting its momentum just enough to stagger its advance and split its attention between them.

“Too slow,” she muttered—not to Lysander, not really. Just to the moment. The Acklay shrieked, rearing back—

—and the jungle answered. More movement. More shapes. Seris’ head snapped toward the treeline as additional forms crashed through the undergrowth—multiple Acklays now, drawn by proximity, by sound, by the promise of prey foolish enough to wander into their territory.

Her expression shifted. Not irritation. Not boredom. Something sharper. Finally. Without hesitation, she surged forward—past the first creature, deeper into the emerging pack, her movements quick and aggressive, refusing to give the beasts space to surround them.

“Now it’s a hunt,” she said, almost under her breath, something like a grin threading into her voice.

Her blade carved a tight arc toward the nearest incoming Acklay, footwork light despite the uneven terrain as she pressed the engagement outward—away from Vector, away from the ruin’s narrow choke points, and straight into the teeth of the threat.

No waiting. No holding position. Just action. Cleaving a path through the Acklay pressing forward without a care as to if Vector and Lysander kept up.

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[Varin Mortifer]

VARIN MORTIFER

Equipment: Durum Mantle | Black Blade of Chandrila | Eye of The Dragon | Heavy Sith Mace | Cross Guard Broadsaber

Varin's boots dug into the ground kidding to a halt before the wall. He had not noticed Tamsin had dropped her saber neither did he notice she had hit her head pretty hard on his armor. He was preoccupied with getting them out of a chaotic predicament.

A growl left his throat as he gazed up at the wall. He looked left and right as the wall seemed to continue to stretch, then her questions came to him.

“Do you usually give up this easily Tamsin? Or is this just a show?”

He set her down and turned facing the Rancor barreling towards them, his saber roaring to life

“Pour all you can into the ground before them, crumble their foundation and drive them to their knees.”

He looked down at her.

“You are a Sith aren't you? Driving our enemies before our feet should be something we do normally.”

She wouldn't see it but a smirk crept over his face, though the situation was dire, he never stopped believing that they could do something to get out of it. Out of everything he had heard about The Demon and everything he had experienced with Ignati, this should be a cake walk.

He tossed his Black Blade down, stabbing it into the ground before her, allowing her to have a weapon. Then he drew his mace.

He surged towards one of the closer Rancors just dodging its claws before he twisted his body slamming the heavy Sith Mace into the side of its knee, a pop echoing from the joint as the Rancor tumbled with a pained roar.

Varin's saber then turned with the momentum of his motion driving the plasma fire like blade down onto the creature's neck and through the spine.

He would not lay down and die here.

Tamsin Starfall​

 

[Delvin jeth]

Madrona A’Mia Ra'Shayne Vorr

Lahona | rakatan mind prison

Delvin stood there watching listening to the two of them speak he sat down and projected his mind into the Rakatan mind prison as the guards under his control slumped over. As if unconscious or worse as the arkanian shrugged off Ra'shaynes stare as he had read what she found. As he entered the prisoners mind he walked through the infinite darkness as for the first time in his life his physical face seemed devoid of intellect as he also walked through the portal.

As he sifted through the unwilling rakatans mind like a surgeon with a scalpel as he looked for the memories he needed to collect. Letting Ra'shayne do her own thing and work her own way as he seeks the info he needs as he also searches for other possible morsels of info.

 

[Tamsin Starfall]

Theme: Welcome To The Jungle
Tags: Varin Mortifer

As her feet touched ground again, she looked up at Varin blood running down her face. That vibrant glow of her oranges flared but not as strong as when the demon was in her. His question rang in her head over and over. She had always felt death was looming over the next corner, but she had learned to hide it.

"It isn't giving up; it is called being realistic!" She finally shouted back at him. As she did her head began to pound in pain and dizziness once again set in her eyes.

In truth all the times before that she had stared down death expecting to come she had her sister at her side and the demon looming over her shoulder. She had power unimaginable at her side and guiding her in the darkest of times.

Now she was just her, alone. A weak little slave girl from Tatooine who had been created in some mad dathomiri woman's lab on Zonju V. She looked to the ground as he mentioned, pouring all she had into standing their ground.

Then the blade landed at her feet as he asked her if she was a sith. Basically, telling her if she was, she should act like one. She gulped back a lump in her throat as her hand trembled and her face bled. Her small hand grip that over sized sword built for someone Varin's size.

As she touched it she felt it, she felt it's hunger for blood and destruction. It was strange though it was like the feel of the demon in an odd way. It was scarily comforting as she picked up the sword and gripped it with both hands. An urge pulsed through her, and rage filled urge.

"The next time you pick me up like an obstinate child, I will cut you down to my height!" She said as she lifted her head sword in hand and looking towards the coming charge of rancor's. A bloodied smirk crossed her face as Varin charged forward. She then charged forward for another one of the rancor's. It came swiping for having swing low to the ground catching it off balance.

As she rolled under it just missing the swipe. The Black blade came up into the rancor's underbelly gutting it as she did. Then she triggered the weapons ability to let forth a telekinetic blast but instead of forcing it to another rancor she instead made it attack the wall. As the Blast struck the wall it rang like a bell and began to crack.

She shifted her body quickly to avoid being crushed under the weight of the gutted rancor. Her eyes looked around ready to move onto the next Rancor. As she spotted the figure on the back of one of the Rancor's. She yelled out not sure exactly where Varin was.

"DUMBY!" She yelled. "Go for the one with the rider on it!" Her yell echoed loud through the jungle. "I think they are the one driving the rancor's into a frenzy!" As she said it she started to push herself into the direction of the rider.

 

[Varin Mortifer]

VARIN MORTIFER

Equipment: Durum Mantle | Black Blade of Chandrila | Eye of The Dragon | Heavy Sith Mace | Cross Guard Broadsaber

Varin rolled his eyes when she stated she was being realistic, how many times had he heard that from fellow soldiers and Sith, yet the outcome turned out differently.

He sensed it when she picked up the blade he had lent her. A smirk coming to his face beneath his helm. When she threatened to cut him down he knew she had felt its power surge through her.

“That's more like it!”

He yelled back at her as a clawed hand gripped him tightly. A rancor lifting him up towards its mouth, his saber reignited severing its hand from its wrist, forcing it to let out a howling of pain.

He dropped back to the ground with a roll then he heard her again.

A rider?

With all the excitement he never noticed the rider. He looked at the rancor ahead of him and sure enough, there was a rider atop its back. He noticed Tamsin was now heading for that one after hearing the wall behind them crack from the impact of the sword's blast.

“Drive it close to the wall!”

He yelled back to her as the Rancor's clawed hand began to reach down for her. He slung the heavy mace jettisoning it right into the outside of its hand, crushing bone before it could even grip her.

His call to the Force recalled the mace back to his hand as he ran behind the beast in its pained wailing distraction. He leapt and grabbed ahold of its back, starting to climb as it slung itself around.

Tamsin Starfall​

 

[Vector Monk]

Lysander von Ascania Seris Velmora

"Your will be done, my lord."

Vector's gaze lingered on the monolith for just a moment longer before turning to face his fears. He wanted desperately to run but the archaeologist would not dare disobey his dark masters. That would just be tempting a far worse fate than being eaten alive on some backwater jungle world.

When the first acklay emerged, Monk steeled himself and opened fire. Despite the trembling in his hands some of the shots scorched armored carapace but only seemed to anger the beast. He closed his eyes and prepared for death only for them to be startled open by a primal death scream when the Sith struck it down.

Through a subtle implant in his skull Vector activated the calling glove on his free hand and one of the emerging acklays stumbled over dead trees rolled by powerful magnets instead of the Force. Easy prey now for a crimson lightsaber.

One second Vector was admiring his clever work and the next he was violently plucked off the ground by massive pincers belonging to an acklay that somehow flanked them. He cried out in pain but not from being torn in half. His amulet extracted a price for keeping the darkside scholar alive, draining life force to spare Monk a mortal wound.

Barely able to keep the blaster from tumbling out of his grip Vector pointed it towards the acklay and blasted the creature's eye at nearly point-blank range. It screamed in agony and he was released, thrown into a tree and landing with the amulet still burning flesh and the wind thoroughly knocked out of him while the wounded acklay reeled in confusion now that it was half-blind.

"Just a flesh wound!" Vector tried to keep the kind of stiff upper lip that was appropriate for a true gentleman, "No need to be concern yourselves."

He knew they wouldn't be, but what Monk really meant was that he could still be useful despite a few new scars.