Faction The New Order | SO Life Day Celebration

[Darth Ecclesia]

Objective I: Supplication
Location: Triumvirate luxurious area
Tags: Darth Empyrean | Srina Talon | Darth Carnifex

It had been a long time since Clova had celebrated Life Day. Once upon a time, in her old life when her family was still around, they used to host Life Day parties for all their friends and allies. They would be lavish dinners accompanied with generous gifts and not a single attendee went home with an empty belly or without an expensive gift for their time. All of that was in the past now, and her family and clan were long gone. The Hisamoto name was more or less forgotten, considered an extinct house by many Atrisians, but she was looking to change that.

For that to happen, she would need power and influence, and it just so happened that an opportunity to gain such had presented itself. Making the best of every challenge given to her, Clova was not one top squander this great chance. Considered as a rising star and a great Sith of remarkable calibre, she was allowed access to the luxurious section where the Triumvirate lounged as they enjoyed the festivities which included the gladiatorial fights that happened in the arena below. As this can be considered a formal event, especially considering that she will be addressing or supplicating herself to the Triumvirates, Clova had arrived dressed in her usual ceremonial fashion, a traditional silk garment with long, loose robe with wide sleeves that is worn wrapped around the body which is fastened with a highly decorative belt. The bottom half of the otherwise restrictive robe has been specially modified by a tailor with a long slit to allow freedom of movement should the need for combat arise.

Although she is not expecting to be involved in combat today, one never knows how the day will unfold, and it doesn’t hurt to be prepared by keeping her lightsaber within reach. As Clova approached the Triumvirates, the magnitude of the opulence increased and the Sith Knight mustered up her best behaviour. She first approached the Dead God, Darth Empyrean along with his wife Lady Srina Talon, and gave them a bow of respect with a palm over her heart. “Greetings my lord, Darth Empyrean, Lady Srina. I am Darth Ecclesia, and I would like to personally thank you for giving me the honour to spend time in your presence. I look forward to how I can further the advances of our glorious Sith order.” She ended with a tap-tap of her fist on her heart, and moved on to approach the other triumvirate and perform the same exact supplication for Darth Carnifex and his doppelganger Demiurge. It was important that someone as lowly as her paid the right amount of respect to the Sith Lords in power.

 

[Srina Talon]

| J U T R A N D |
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Tag: Darth Empyrean | Darth Carnifex | Darth Xyrah | Omon Kaa / Darth Diem | Darth Ecclesia
Open Tag: Free, for anyone else that might want to interact.
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She almost pulled her hand away.

The ache that had begun in her chest was resonating in her bones. It chewed through the marrow and left calcified holes where her strength should be. She knew what it was that Darth Empyrean wrote so softly, so tenderly, against her flesh. It was a devoted message sent. An everlasting message received—And in the moment she could not bear the salted raw sensation it left behind. The delicate pathways that she had woven between herself and so many others in the interest of preserving the future were fragile.

It would only take one misstep to undo it all.

One moment of weakness in which the soul that belonged to Maliphant lulled her into a false sense of security. Made her believe that he could contain all that the Worm Emperor had done to him. No one else had been present, there, when she held the two halves of his body together. No one else had felt his life force slipping away as she had. No one else had heard his breath rattle, wet, and raspy while he used his final moments to try and bring her some measure of comfort.

No one else had felt his heart stop.

Srina stared out at the fighters while the memory of the resurrection of her husband played in the back of her mind. Not, for the first time. She hadn't been able to break the shields that that Worm had created to keep her out until warm blood called her home. How would she be able to stand against Maliphant if his affection turned cold? If his love perished, pulverized, beneath the sheer weight of Empyrean? Abruptly, she ended the chain of thought before it could spiral.

It didn't matter. To love was to suffer—It couldn't exist otherwise. Thus…She would willingly suffer the untold horrors that the universe intended. Her heart belonged completely and irrevocably to a dead man. For better or worse.

Srina let Empyrean continue writing letters against her skin. Accepting, the agony. The loss. The glossy veneer of power and perfection that the crowd and onlookers silently demanded. To sit in these seats with the Triumverate and their followers meant to portray unshakable and everlasting strength. She closed the door on the things that they rarely spoke of but danced around for the sake of a burgeoning empire. Closed her heart. Gave everything, for the future and the exaltation of the Sith Order. Everything.

"I do not think Jaidha Yndrel should be so easily discounted…Even if Darth Strosius is notable.", she responded, thoughtfully, while focusing on what was going on in the arena. The continuation of their previous discussion let her bury that which served no purpose but to seed doubt. Her wintry head nodded toward the dark-haired warrior in plain black robes. "See how she waits. Measuring, her opponent. Her posture is upright, intimidating, without moving at all. No wasted energy. Haxim may have been trained by your little snake…But I see a cobra with fangs just as deadly."

She did not mention that she found masks to be a sign of cowardice.

Srina felt several sets of eyes on her person. That wasn't new. Silvery orbs slipped over Darth Carnifex and she offered him a gentle, respectful, inclination of her head. Few drew such warmth from her…Even if it appeared colder than the bittersweet winter air to the unwary. Perhaps, they would visit wen the festivities wound down.

Her gaze was broken by the appearance of Darth Xyrah . An indulgent expression crossed her features when the seemingly young Sith made the mistake of referring to Empyrean as Lord rather than Darth. Srina, would never understand it. No one in the Sith Order referred to her as Darth Omnia despite the fact that it was her truth. Srina had never complained. Not once—Because it wasn't the persona that the galaxy knew. Darth Empyrean had married Srina Talon.

Not the unknown Darth Omnia.

"Your sentiments are appreciated, Darth Xyrah. My domestic staff felt that I should…", she trailed off softly, though, mercurial orbs never seemed to warm or show any sign of emotion. Her voice never raised beyond what was required to be heard. "Embrace the spirit of the people."

She did pause, however, and her chin raised just slightly.

"I hope that the repairs to your floating palace were not too costly. If needed—We will share that burden."

We. Not I. Most everything that Srina did within the Order held some sort of attachment to Empyrean. It was unavoidable. A face that she had not met previously ( Omon Kaa / Darth Diem ) also entered her periphery and she nodded at the polite greeting. "You are very well met, Darth Diem.", she intoned, though, it was her husband that addressed the bulk of his standing. It was ironic that he was pleased to see her in more peaceful surroundings. It expressed his youth.

Srina Talon was a creature made for combat. By ancestry, alone. The fact that he didn't know or was so terribly focused on presenting his best face drew a ghostly smirk to the kiss of her mouth.

Peace was a lie, after all.

When yet another new face ( Darth Ecclesia ) came to greet the Triumverate the glacial woman grasped that this sort of supplication was expected. Perhaps, required? Despite the fact that she held an imperious and aristocratic bearing the political sphere of the Sith Order was not something she considered to be in her wheelhouse. Maliphant had always been the one to focus on galactic conquest, from monetary achievements to technological advancements, to simply becoming the Dead God. A symbol that made their enemies tremble. He was the one holding his cards ever so closely to his chest. This festival was a perfect example of that. "Well met, Darth Ecclesia."

"Perhaps when you've had time to enjoy the festivities we might find a moment to discuss your...", Srina paused, briefly, before glancing at her husband while the formal woman began to move down the line. "Talents."

Srina found her interesting. She liked, interesting.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective I
Darth Empyrean Srina Talon Darth Carnifex Darth Xyrah Darth Ecclesia Omon Kaa / Darth Diem

Blood sport was an ancient tradition among many cultures, the Sith included, and one that could hold all sorts of meanings. Many beings in the galaxy would not understand how a fight to the death in an arena could celebrate Life Day, but then the Sith had never been a culture or sect that desired to explain all of its beliefs to less enlightened beings.

A dark raven with purple eyes was aloft above the arena, watching the combatants from afar, before it pitched its wings and glided towards the box of the Triumvirate. With a rustle of feathers and a soft call, it landed on a seat between the retinues of Carnifex and Empyrean. A moment later, in a quick whirl of black feathers and purple mist, the Lady of Secrets herself was seated where it had landed. There was some familiar faces present, and others that were new to the Sith. No doubt trying to gain favor or power from close proximity to the stronger and more established Lords and Ladies.

"Kaine, Demiurge," she said, greeting her oldest ally and his doppelganger. "Nerra appreciates the gift you sent. She looks forward to seeing how it might react with the sorcery she's been practicing." Like mother, like daughter, there was always an experiment being thought about or theorized. She turned her head to greet the other retinue.

"Darth Empyrean, always a pleasure," she said, her amethyst eyes meeting the silver of the Dead God's paramour, "and it has been far too long, Srina."

 

[Lirka Ka]

The thrill of battle was an exhilarating thing, the Pits made Lirka feel young again; it let the molten bloodlust coursing through her veins awake once more. Her challenger Darth Strosius appeared, and Lirka couldn't help but grin underneath that blank-faced helmet. The other fighters could wait now, this was a proper duel.

"Boy. You'll need a Life Day Miracle to even have a chance."

As he ran forward, Lirka prepared herself for a counter. For her brutish form Lirka had no right to move so quickly, when the blade came to try and pierce her plate she side-stepped, swinging a heavy metal fist for Alisteri's head in an attempt to discombobulate him

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Blood Sport
Equipment: Vibroblade, Lightsaber, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Jaidha Yndrel / Quintessa / Lirka Ka / Gerwald Lechner / Darth Malum of House Marr
Engaging: Lirka Ka

Although he hadn't expected his strike to land that easily, the quick movement did surprise him given the heavy armor his opponent donned. It didn't seem to slow her down all that much which meant outmaneuvering her may not be as possible as he initially thought. But Alisteri could think up a different strategy when a fist wasn't hurling at his head.

Rather than stop and try to duck under the punch he instead let the momentum of his sprint carry him into a roll to avoid it, putting him in a more vulnerable position on the ground but without a concussion or a dented mask for the moment.

Thinking quickly he lashed out with a kick aimed at the armored woman's closest knee, hoping to find a weak joint to exploit. At the same time he swung his blade up in a wild swing in an attempt to sever her outstretched arm before she could pull it back from the punch. There was little point in holding back in the arena, no one else would given that the Triumvirate were watching their performances.

 

[Seela Leini]

Location: Jutrand
Objective: III - Wonderland
Tags: Adeline Noctua

Much to her surprise, Seela shared something in common with the mysterious crimson-eyed woman next to her.

“I was born in Malsheem.” The Twi’lek answered, a soft, yet proud smile manifesting across her features. “Created by our Eternal Father. May His Will Eclipse the Stars.” She added. “I live in the Barracks, but I’ve visited the High Palace a few times. I mainly frequent the Training Centers. I serve Him as a starfighter pilot.” Seela continued.

"Are you... Waiting for someone?"

“I’m not…waiting for anyone actually.” Seela answered, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the probing question. She was no expert at casual conversation either and talking about herself almost felt selfish, to a degree. She had left out more than a few details, especially those pertaining to her relationship with the Sith’ari and the favor he had bestowed upon her, which still felt undeserved.

“Why do you ask?” The Twi’lek added, her lekku twitching as her senses began to race.

 

[Arcturus Dinn]

Objective 1 (Possibly 2)​

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That distant roar of an elated, blood-thirsty crowd, was nothing new to Arcturus. It reminded him of his time on Geonosis, the doped up teen meant to be cleaved in two in order to get the crowd riled up. Boy vs Tartaros the Giant, favoured battle droid. He should have died that day, a clean sai tok would have ended him, but he didn't. Nor was that his only gladiatorial fight. It left his hand itching for that pitiful, mundane spear seeped in the blood of his palm.​

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He could feel the thrum of the Force, and the adrenaline fueled beating of his heart, and let out a soft exhale. Not yet. There were matters to attend to first.​

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It was another suit that Arcturus saw fit to wear, dark plum in colour. Nowhere near as festive as the likes of Darth Xyrah but still enough of a change from his usual getup. Certainly not the sort of thing you wore to fight. Accompanying him were a trio of his newly appointed Rhan-Tegoth, soldiers turned elite guard. The remaining troops were back at Fort Kadath, keeping watch over his betrothed and their Jutrand home. Truth be told, Arcturus didn't even feel the need to bring the trio with him, but he knew it would ease Ishani Dinn 's mind to know he was not entirely alone after how their last gathering had ended.​

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Stepping into the Triumvirate's box, Arcturus' gaze shifted over the vast space. He saw Darth Carnifex in his dual forms, sat within thrones, and inclined his head toward him. He did not approach, he'd never really interacted with the Butcher King before though perhaps that ought to change in time. No, it was the seat of his Father he sought out.​

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It was, however, already busied with several others. Individuals Arcturus didn't really know. Srina Talon was there too, and as much as he longed to approach and finally make himself known to her it didn't seem to make sense to add to the already long line of supplicants. Perhaps when initial greetings were done away with he could speak with them both, for now his gaze drifted down to the arena below. It was some surprise to him to see Darth Strosius down within the sand. Truly he hoped the man good fortune in his fight.​

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Finally he turned back to Darth Carnifex and made his initial approach. He inclined his head toward the man respectfully. "Lord Carnifex" he began, unsure of how to address his doppelganger. He hadn't been back in realspace long enough to be caught up on titles and the like, there was always something new to address.​

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With a very subtle gesture he waved the trio of Rhan-Tegoth away and they found themselves each a vantage point from which to observe. Arcturus felt better for not having them breathing down his neck. "I'm hoping to speak with Darth Xyrah when he's available," he explained, "Is there anything you might need, My Lord, in the meantime?"​

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It took him a moment to realize he hadn't actually introduced himself. Certainly he wasn't someone that many were likely to know by sight alone, save those he'd already met of course. "I'm Arcturus," he added as a result. Should he have mentioned his surname? Or his relation to Empyrean? Or anything else? Probably. A smarter man might have, but Arcturus liked to stand on his own merit. If he could not exist in such spheres without the favour of his Father then he didn't deserve to at all.​

 

[Lirka Ka]

Darth Strosius didn't do what she expected, and with a roll bringing him away from her front Lirka's distorted voice rumbled out from the helmet.

"Impressive, Sithling."

And as if to accent that point his counter attack came, his kick found no quarter: her joints felt wrong, as if they were held together by steel rather than flesh. But his strike did, while Lirka was thankfully able to save herself from losing her entire forearm (again), his blade still dug into the weaker Duranium plating on the underside of her gauntlet. The pain was exquisite, and with first blood drawn Lirka felt the sweet reminder that she was still alive as her nerves burned away under the Sith's blade, and yet despite that. It all still felt rather dull in her twisted, unholy, form. Though the blade eventually found itself matched to the plundered beskar of Moridinae towards the top of the plating: Lirka couldn't help but let out a low, distorted, chuckle as it did.

"Impressive indeed…my turn!"

She roared out, making use of his vulnerable position and the great length of her blade she twisted to let out a mighty swing of her weapon, looking to bury it into the meat of his side.

 

[Jaidha Yndrel]

Objectives: Blood Sport
Equipment: Lightsaber, Saber Shoto, Winter Outfit
Tags: Darth Strosius Quintessa Lirka Ka Gerwald Lechner Darth Malum of House Marr
Engaging: Quintessa

Jaidha focused entirely on Quintessa as she darted forward and winged a throwing razor at her neck, the duelist flicking her right arm up to deflect the incoming blade away with her shoto. She wasn't surprised when the blade pinged off her saber, lightsaber resistant materials were a must in the Sith arena, but what did catch her off guard was a sense of disquiet when the blade came in close. Something about the construction of the weapons made her feel, disconnected somehow, a troubling sign.

This changed the gameplan, waiting for your opponent to come to you was one thing but getting pelted with anti-Force weaponry from mid-range was a losing battle in any engagement. As her opponent reached her left flank, Jaidha turned and darted toward the woman, blades up and at the ready, to close the distance and prevent any more ranged surprises. To increase her speed, she drew the Force into herself, granting her a single, superhuman burst of speed to try and catch her opponent off guard.

As she closed the distance, she swept her main blade out in a rapid arc from left to right aimed directly at Quintessa's midsection while her shoto was prepared to guard against counter attacks.

 

[Quintessa]

Location: Colosseum - Jutrand
Objective: II - Blood Sport
Tags: Darth Strosius Jaidha Yndrel Lirka Ka Gerwald Lechner
Direct Engagement: Jaidha Yndrel

Quintessa had yet to stop moving.

However, the tiny Asa’nyx reacted immediately as her opponent put on a burst of Force Speed to close the distance. With a sharp grunt, the speedster pivoted and adjusted her heading, before utilizing her smaller size to turn inside of her opponent’s guard. Then, as the duelist delivered an arcing slash aimed for her midsection, Quintessa harnessed her momentum to slide underneath the blade, kicking up snow in her wake not merely as a side effect of her preternatural speed, but also as an intentional ploy to obfuscate her exact movements. Simultaneously, she leveled the chakram in her right hand in a right-to-left slashing strike aimed for the Knight’s lower legs—the easiest target for the Acolyte to reach given her position and diminutive stature!

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Sith Talisman
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Amulet of Many
  • Utility
    
    • Supernal Infusion
• Dancer’s Wheels
• Twin Lightsaber Shotos

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Blood Sport
Equipment: Vibroblade, Lightsaber, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Jaidha Yndrel / Quintessa / Lirka Ka / Gerwald Lechner / Darth Malum of House Marr
Engaging: Lirka Ka

Despite his foot landing he felt no give in the knee of his opponent and he nearly muttered a curse at the realization. Prosthetics or cybernetic enhancements perhaps? Either way a stray kick or punch wouldn't do much good in that regard. If he wanted to bring down his opponent then he'd have to land a hit with his blade and carve through her armor or get a strong enough punch to do so. Neither were impossible for him, at least in theory, but that did limit his options.

Surprisingly his lightsaber did dig into the armored woman's gauntlet but failed to pierce straight through to the other side. Lightsaber proof, or at least resistant, armor as well then. Hopefully he could find more of the weaker plates to puncture. Before Alisteri could pull his blade back out though she swung down to cleave into his side.

Without hesitation he threw his free hand in front of the blade in an attempt to stop it as he wrenched his lightsaber from his opponent. Her blade easily carved into his unarmored hand and made him hiss in the pain that it brought but he had to push through. Mobility could not be compromised in a fight like this.

With a grunt he tried to haul himself to his feet as his now injured hand splayed its fingers wide and let loose a small but wild burst of Force Lighting at the armored woman to cover his rise.

 

[Lirka Ka]

Even as his hand raised to defend against her blade, Lirka continued to press whatever strength she had to push even deeper into the flesh. The sweet smell of plasma burning through flesh emboldened her bloodlust and like a rabid dog she wished to fall upon Darth Strosius and rip him to shreds. But her brutalization of his hand was cut short as lightning arced from what remained of his fingers and crashed into her armored form.

She let out a roar, ripping out her blade violently in an attempt to cause even more damage as the lightning arced across her body. Lirka's current condition had left her rather...conductive and as the lightning finished searing through her a diagnostic of a handful of errors flew up in her HUD. Something that resembled a growl rumbling out from her helmet.

"I am going to bring suffering upon you the likes of which you could never even dream of."

And with that she practically threw herself at the sith, bringing down her blade again, and again, and again: focusing on trying to abuse the side of his body with the injured hand

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Blood Sport
Equipment: Vibroblade, Lightsaber, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Jaidha Yndrel / Quintessa / Lirka Ka / Gerwald Lechner / Darth Malum of House Marr
Engaging: Lirka Ka

What remained of his hand and wrist from the initial strike were ripped off as she pulled the blade back, leaving a bloodied and mangle stump. It wasn't the first time he had lost that hand, but it certainly wasn't a feeling that he got used to. Nor one that hurt any less than the first. Alisteri swallowed his pained cries with grunts of exertion and hissed curses as he struggled back to his feet.

He'd not give his opponent the satisfaction just yet, even if it hurt like hell.

The lightning had been surprisingly effective but it didn't hold off the woman for long and soon enough he had to raise his blade across his body to guard against a flurry of savage strikes. The masked man gritted his teeth and leapt back before he could be overwhelmed by the sudden strikes. All he needed was enough distance to catch his breath, then he'd be fine.

One arm was useless for wielding any weapon, or summoning the Force easily, but thankfully everything else was still working. As long as he could move and strike then he could win. "I will smear the walls with you, Kainite hag!" In an attempt to capitalize on her rushed attack he launched one of her own, holding his blade across his body and slashing towards her shoulder as he leapt back into the fray.

 

[Lirka Ka]

As the hand of Darth Strosius practically exploded into gore from her greatblade, Lirka couldn’t help but feel a sadistic satisfaction course through her body. While the Sithling was able to deflect away her ravenous counter attack, she quickly shifted stance: the ravening beast from before discarded for the careful swordswoman like the flip of a coin.

A careful swordswoman who had a decades old habit of playing dirty when the time called for it.

“Unfortunately, you’ll find this Hag still is plenty capable of putting a child in his place.”

Her stance adjusted as his blade slashed out, letting the blade graze through the metal and flesh beneath rather than cut into her shoulder into it’s entirety. She swiftly followed up with a lightning fast kick up towards his crotch, pushing her still reeling cybernetics upwards for maximum force.

 

[Jaidha Yndrel]

Objectives: Blood Sport
Equipment: Lightsaber, Saber Shoto, Winter Outfit
Tags: Darth Strosius Quintessa Lirka Ka Gerwald Lechner Darth Malum of House Marr
Engaging: Quintessa

The little Asa'Nyx was much faster than Jaidha gave her credit for, as the Sith watched her opponent pivot from flanking to sliding under her stroke, a risky maneuver aided by the slickness of the snow under their feet. The sudden spray of snow and the strange, Force-distorting chakram might have thrown off a lesser fighter, but Jaidha did not need the Force to know that her opponent was likely aiming for her right leg.

As she pivoted to track the smaller warrior's movements, her right leg slid back while her right hand swung down with her shoto to narrowly deflect the blade down away from her leg. So narrowly, in fact, the chakram blade cut a large hole in her baggy winter trousers, just barely missing her skin. Once her opponent had slid past, Jaidha snapped back to her guarded stance.

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Blood Sport
Equipment: Vibroblade, Lightsaber, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Jaidha Yndrel / Quintessa / Lirka Ka / Gerwald Lechner / Darth Malum of House Marr
Engaging: Lirka Ka

His attempted strike had landed but hadn't been quick enough to catch the armored woman off guard, the blade merely grazing her shoulder instead of slashing into it like he had intended. Alisteri's gaze snapped down to see her leg moving in a kick that he wouldn't be able to bring his lightsaber down quick enough to counter.

He may have been able to regenerate, but there were some things that a man never wanted to lose.

With a wince he dropped down and forced the lighting fast kick to connect with his abdomen rather than his groin. His eyes widened in a pained gasp as the force of the kick threw him back and left him sprawled on the ground for a moment as he caught his breath. The Knight struggled back to his feet once more and tightened his grip on his weapon.

It was a wonder that the kick hadn't just planted her foot in his stomach given the force behind it, but it certainly left a good few bruises both inside and out that screamed at him as he moved. Thus far a frontal assault had failed to gain him anything but injury. He needed a new tactic, more time to think. With a growl he extended his hand, keeping his lightsaber gripped by his thumb, and let loose another bolt of lighting at the armored woman to buy himself some time.

 

[Quintessa]

Location: Colosseum - Jutrand
Objective: II - Blood Sport
Tags: Darth Strosius Jaidha Yndrel Lirka Ka Gerwald Lechner
Direct Engagement: Jaidha Yndrel

Grunting in frustration after her chakram was deflected away from its arc, Quintessa kept herself moving in spite of the missed attack. At the very least, she had kept her opponent moving in tune with her rhythm, rather than the other way around. With enough pressure and persistence, she might be able to create or find an opening in the Knight’s guard, before exploiting it.

Calling her other chakram back as she came out of the slide, Quintessa threw her body into a pair of flying somersaults, before catching her second chakram in mid-air and landing in a low, cat-like stance, a little more than 10 meters separated from her opponent. Then, sparing not a heartbeat after her feet touched the snow, Quintessa threw her chakrams one after the other in quick succession towards the duelist, both thrown high and aimed to strike her opponent in the head and neck respectively.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Sith Talisman
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Amulet of Many
  • Utility
    
    • Supernal Infusion
• Dancer’s Wheels
• Twin Lightsaber Shotos

 

[Lunara Azure]

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Wearing: This​

Tagging: Gerwald Lechner | Open​

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There was something about a spectacle that drew out a crowd, the sight of others bleeding and struggling for victory, for their very lives that seems to make people forget about the harsh realities that they dealt with daily. For a moment they could lose themselves in the crowd, could roar over every cut and thrust, every drop of blood, for a moment they didn't have to act civilized but could let their masks drop as they exulted in the sheer joy of being alive. After all, there was nothing that made most people feel more alive than surviving a fight, showing off your skill and prowess, and well if you couldn't do it at least you could watch.

Ok, so there were a few other things that made people feel more alive, like a good glass of wine. Only that didn't seem like something that the baying crowds wanted to experience. Which was a shame when you came down to it, after all it was one of the finer things in life and they were choosing to let it pass them by for what? A horn of some honey-coloured liquid. It was positively barbaric.

One of the blonde's eyebrow's twitched as she heard a familiar voice bellowing for a horn of mead, or a pitcher, or a barrel…god knows by the time this day was through he'd have tried to drain the arena's supplies of that force-damned liquid and made a good dent in the cities supplies. She'd tried the honey liquid once but had found it too sweet for her refined palette, that was it, she loved to consume as much as anyone else, hence the glass of white wine clasped between delicate fingers as she stalked the halls of the arena, a pair of guard's trailing in her wake as they tried to convince the blonde to return to the crowd.

"You really can't be here ma'am."

"I am though so obviously I can."

"We're going to have to insist that you come with us back to your seat, only competitors are allowed back here…do you even have a ticket?"

"You're going to have to insist?"

A single eyebrow arched as Lunara sighed glancing down at her dress for a moment as her shoulders fell. Somehow, even though he wasn't here the Wolf was still going to end up ruining one of her dresses…again. She was only here because she wanted to check on him but now…

"Only competitors are allowed, well I'm hardly dressed for it but if you two really want to go a few rounds in the arena then I suppose I can indulge you. It's this way right…or you could always just leave and let me be."

Not waiting for them to answer the blonde gestured, a door swinging open as she strode through it, expecting the guards to keep up or not. Icy blue eyes settled on a the long-haired figure she'd been seeking as she stalked towards him, like a predatory cat finally seizing on her prey.

"You seem…uninjured."

Compared to the Wolf the blonde was a petite thing, barely coming upto his shoulder, though you wouldn't know from the way she reached up, fingers grasping his head to turn it from side to side as she narrowed her eyes.

"That's good. It seems like we've found the one thing you can do without me looking after you."

Tendrils of the force reached up to wrap around her wineglass as Lunara turned to look back at the guards for a moment, waving a hand dismissively.

"Thank you for your escort, you can go now. Unless you wanted to fight. I pick him as my champion, you choose you gets to fight, I'm going to drink my wine…you better keep that flagon away from me wolf or I'm pouring it over your head, and then we'll see what your adoring fans think of you."

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Tag: Srina Talon // Darth Carnifex // Taeli Raaf // Omon Kaa / Darth Diem // Darth Ecclesia // Darth Xyrah // Darth Ophidia // Arcturus Dinn​

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Empyrean allowed Srina to speak his greeting for him, nodding with her. Her authority matched his own in all things, he would not dismiss her with even a slight unnoticable to anyone but the most politically sensitive among them. It was a slight thing, but it was important to him - even if others could not sense his actions; though he did follow up after she had spoke to Ecclesia.​

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"Agreed. You carry yourself well - Adding your strength to the Order is a boon for us all. After today, perhaps you will find a friend amongst us.", he said, offering her an disturbingly dead smile - though the sentiment may have existed, his scars and wounds certainly made it less palatable to witness.​

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After, the arrival of Taeli Raaf gave Empyrean a moment to consider her presence, and if it would affect today's plans. After only a second of thought, he allowed it to pass - confident in his measures, in the measures of Ophidia. He gave her a nod, responding with a cool respect befit another Lord of the Sith;​

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"Darth Arcanix. I hope your business ventures are well.", he said with a nod.​

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Of course he was referencing the IGBC, a business he had lost after the wounds sustained by the Mandalorians. The damage they had done to his eyes had echo'ed into his ability to cast glamours, and without such masks he could no longer serve as 'Dorian Harper' surrendering the company through liquidation. He held an insane amount of wealth still, but even now he had burnt through much of it to sustain the Eternalists.​

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"Come to celebrate Life Day with the Sith? I dare imagine we're more fun than the Jedi.", he jested, rarely at that.​

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As the fights moved in the arena, it would seem their bet would not come to find a conclusion. Darth Strosius had been engaged by a Kainite monster known as Lirka Ka - Empyrean had known of them from the crimes they had committed on Mandalor. It had caused them more than a few issues over the years, and arguably was one of the cracks that led to the fall of the old Empire. Perhaps in that regard he could thank them, for they had refreshed the Sith with the blood of a tyrant.​

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Jaidha Yndrel had moved to engage a small Kainite member, Quintessa - neither of which Empyrean knew well, but watching their battle he could grow to respect them for the skill they had learned. The Academies had done well with them, but he imagined it was more their own merit that had brought them here. Utilizing their intrinsic abilities well, changing their strategies as they learned new information - it was a good fight, and one he could respect.​

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"It seems we'll never know who was right.", he offered to Srina Talon , offering her a coy grin.​

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Darth Empyrean Darth Carnifex Srina Talon Taeli Raaf Darth Xyrah Omon Kaa / Darth Diem Darth Ecclesia Arcturus Dinn​

Darth Ophidia had not arrived at the spectator box with the others. Even as the supplicants filed in to offer praise or veiled insults, the Dark Lady was nowhere to be seen or sensed. Her absence caused a rush of rumour and speculation as to where she was. She had not shown her face in the disastrous yacht gathering either, though that had been attributed to the Dark Lady not having patience for such trivialities.

But rumours regarding the origin of her absence were cut short when her slender form was observed in the colosseum’s interior. Her presence was, as always, obscured. It was only when she stood in the spectator box that her presence bled out like a quiet announcement of her arrival.

«My Lords, Darths, governors.»

She stepped to her throne and placed a black hand on its back as she looked down at the arena below where her apprentice alumnus, Alisteri, was fighting the Slavemaster of Moridinae. Two champions of the Kainite fought one of the Eternals and one of the Tsis’kaar, resulting in an uneasy truce between the two fighters.

Her presence reached out to him, like a familiar cold touch to the base of his mind.

-Do not let her goad you. Seize control of the fight. Control what she sees.-

«I see the celebrations are well under way.»

She spotted Darth Malum of House Marr as well, her new and promising apprentice. She sensed his turbulent emotions, but she sent no comfort. He would have to learn to channel that whirlpool.