Invasion The Ossus Massacre │ SE Invasion of SJC held Jomark & Nespis VIII

[Aeric Kaze]

OSSUS
ALLIES: SITH
ENEMIES: JEDI
NOTICE: Dagon Kaze , Ayana Vullen , Suri Vullen

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Discarding Dagon was easy as it was to turn his saber on and off. As his body bounced across the pavement, Aeric's attention was focused entirely on the girl as he channeled the Dark Side of the Force. The aphotic currents seeming endless as he fried the woman alive. The pain of the lightning, he was more than familiar with, and he drew from the continuous pain that dragged her in and out of consciousness. That is, until his forgotten brother took up his attention again.

He felt his ear twitch as the words Dagon Kaze cried out reached his ears.

He mostly ignored them, but the font of the Dark Side that spewed forth from him, to lash out at his blood's lover, ceased.

Weak, Aeric thought.

"This is between you and me!"

"YOU HEAR?!"

"And you say I talk a lot," he muttered.

The sulfuric glow from his gaze tore away from the smoking body of the woman that struggled to find herself. Instead, he found the source of the screaming that echoed in his mind. Dagon may have spoken aloud, but the weight of the emotions, they were heavy through the Force. On the cusp of even knocking him over with words alone.

The Force struck him as he came about to eye his brother. Not granted even a moment to reassess his bearings before he flew across the stones. He fell over the slain and their weapons as he bounced head over heels, not unlike him earlier. The difference, he controlled his motion, his hand extending out to the ground and drawing from the Force to slide to an inevitable stop.

He rose up from his feet, and as he straightened he felt the flare of danger sense. But his glowing orbs had settled on Dagon's form, and he saw as he recovered form the mighty push. He ignored it, and to his detriment, the flash of crimson energy slammed into his torso and he collapsed to his knees. He smelt the burnt fabric, and as he glanced down, he saw the singed hole, the glowing edges that were left in its wake. He heaved in pain and rose up to his feet again, shakily.

The voice had been silent since Byss. Quiet since he had stolen the saber, silent since he had defeated his brother on Ziost. But now, it awoke. The threat of his own mortality was enough to awaken the beast that slumbered within.

The sulfuric orbs gradually turned redder, brightening, as if they might burn out holes in his skull as his hand shot out to the woman. The Force coalesced around her, the searing wound pulsing, a constant reminder of his mortality. The burning, the shuddering pain that sent a chill across his body when the fabric of the cloak rubbed across the wound when he moved. The voice spoke, and beyond the inherent want to survive, it wanted to lash out.

Indulge.

The Dark Side rolled off of him in waves as he became the medium of channeling the beasts power. He lashed out harshly as he yanked Ayana Vullen forwards, with enough force to give her whiplash. His free hand dropped, yanking opening his robes in a fluid motion and launching out his own lightsabre. As it spun through the air, the plasmatic blade burst to life during its rotations. The locking mechanism freeing himself from the responsibility of one last step, as the blade went on a direct path to cleaving her in half throughout its revolutions.

 

[Dagon Kaze]

NEW JEDI ORDER | GALACTIC ALLIANCE | OSSUS
THE GREAT MISCONCEPTIONS OF ME

“She’s a soldier. Soldiers di-”
“I’ll make sure she comes back home safe and sound.”​

Dagon discerned Ayana's movements through the drenched in blood ground. In pain but alive; a small weight fell off his shoulders until he saw her reach for a rifle.

"NO!" the words fell on deaf ears; he wasn't even sure if he had uttered them at all. The rush of wind deafening everything around him as he charged at his brother. Their twin bond portending Aeric's actions before they conjured. Darkness converged on the older brother as he hurled his saber violently at Ayana. Dagon's free hand waved it away with the Force misdirecting it into a nearby tree. The Jedi saw his opening - Aeric unarmed and distracted by Ayana. Another chance like this would unlikely occur.

This was it.

Frantic in his pursuit to eliminate the threat his brother posed, he ignored the harrowing warnings of the Force. Dagon lunged decisively with his blade straight for Aeric's chest. A familiar shadow flashed at the corner of his eyes, yanked by the older twin's pull, and his saber plunged through a heart that was not his brother's.

dies in your wake.​

ALLIES | SJC | GA | NJO | Ayana Vullen | Suri Vullen
ENEMIES | SE | Aeric Kaze

 

[Ayana Vullen]

D U L C E T
ECLIPSE TEAM | 76TH PATHFINDER REGIMENT | GALACTIC ALLIANCE ARMED FORCES
HAS ENDED

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To her total amazement, her shot struck its target. Suri’s lessons had paid off! She’d done it! Her sister might never believe it, but she’d be sure to tell her; all compliments of course. There was no way Ayana would even know how to hold a rifle, much less make an accurate shot of it without the Captain’s tireless instruction. Triumphant glee blossomed in her chest and pushed out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Then the sith stood again, and all that joviality sunk from her throat to her belly in heavy despair.

<Captain! Ah, Fury, I –– ..> she looked to Dagon, pitying his situation. Once again, she couldn’t begin to comprehend the torment he must be living through, fighting his own blood. She’d do her best to make it right, talk him through it. Listen to him. Hold him. Whatever he needed. Heal his wounds and heart when this was over. She loved him, she did, and the miracle was she believed he loved her too. It was in the hymns of his pulse, the sunlight of his voice, the genuine love of his heart. The tragedy of it though was that it might not be enough. She was allowed to love him, but would she be allowed to save him?

Her voice cracked, too many thoughts running through her mind. <We need help there’s a Sith a––> Too many words, too little time.

Again! Her comms were interrupted by an attack she couldn’t see until it roughly took control of her, violently turning her weightless and snapping her neck in an unforgiving jerk. It was painful, so painful. So much so, that it shot through her spine and up her head in alarming pain. A pain she’d categorized in medical school as an abnormal, abrupt flexion-extension motion of the neck that pulled and strained ligaments. Her sister would call it whiplash, and Ayana would correct her –– that wasn’t the medical term for it! Her unthinking response, with the comms still open, was to shout her protector’s name while tearing through the air against her will. All she could do was scream her sister’s name and flail in protest while all of Ossus, the temple, the bodies, the Alliance’s troops, Dagon, became a blur.

<Suriiiii!> It was instinct, a basic reaction from years of habit. Years of crying and having that name run to her protection. A name of sanctuary. It was always Suri that protected her. Nerdy, meek Ayana who’d been picked on in the schoolyard; protected by Suri. A cruel drill sergeant who was unwelcoming to Ayana in their unit; protected by Suri. The threat of falling in love with the wrong man, the wrong Jedi; cautioned by Suri. Supported by Suri. Sanctuary by Suri.

All of her surroundings melted into a discordant blend of colour until all she saw was black, white-hot-white, and gleaming azure. A pillar of cerulean stopping her trajectory dead.

His lunge was so forceful, his weapon so searing, his attack so sure, that it was no trouble to plunge through her sternum, between the fourth and fifth ribs, the tough connective tissues between those, and fibrous covering over her pericardium. The mass of thick muscle’s individual fibres beneath those protective layers contracted inward on the foreign plasma that pierced through her heart.

The criticality would be reported as fatal. Cardiac destruction. Right into the left ventricle, the largest chamber of her heart and the one with the greatest pressure. Blood frenzied in its travels through the network of her veins, seizing and convulsing.

Shock hitched her breath in a shrill inhale and she collapsed in her floating trajectory. She could only smell sweat, ozone, fire and blood.

Dagon’s arms were waiting, and she fell into them, cushioned by care. Ayana's next sound was only a guttural gasp, pleading for fresh air. The breath that left Ayana's lungs, pushed out by fear so profound, felt like calm. Her brain was firing off desperate commands through her body. Her heart refused to respond to them. Ayana had minutes left at best –– the accuracy of Dagon's weapon had been too true to survive.

The overwhelmed chamber, which was now a smoking hole, was over pouring with blood. The same crimson that stained her lips as she made wet, mewling sounds. Terrified, her hazel gaze darted about madly, frantically, at nothing but a blinking shadow. Completely unseeing. All the functions she’d studied for so long started to fail –– her vision fading fast and dimming the brightness of her autumnal irises.

“Dag ––” Her lips barely moved, opening and closing confoundedly. "L-l-lo" -- she didn't have enough strength to make the shape of the 've'.

The more she tried to speak, the more her organs tightened and forced blood to pool in her mouth. So much that it tried to recede back through her throat, travel back to her heart for redistribution. But no swallow came, the contractions of her throat no longer worked and she gagged on the thick, metal taste. Breathlessness triumphed, vanquishing the operations of her respiratory system and filling everything with the blood that had no home in her heart anymore.

She left him, all of them, only to count the constellations in her eyes as they blinked out. Somehow, still loving in their lifelessness.

IN DEATH WE ARE NOTHING: Aeric Kaze | Dagon Kaze | Suri Vullen

 

[Dagon Kaze]

NEW JEDI ORDER | GALACTIC ALLIANCE | OSSUS
the memory stays, until we can breathe as one again

"-- 've you."​

Her final words echoed as a whisper through the Force with her last breath, shattering the very fabric of his soul and crucifying his heart. Nails of sorrow and anguish pierced through flesh, pinning him to a gibbet of his own sins. Time stopped still, locked in one final embrace between lovers. Wide-eyed, Dagon lost himself in her fading gaze; spiraling into a rush of their shared moments from start to finish. Her shy smile gleams through the haze, her tender touch caresses his face, her kiss still burns on his lips, her head leans on his shoulder and he understands the missing piece is finally found. In every part of his, there’s a part of her.

All gone in a heartbeat. Replaced by the cruel canvas of the present. Ayana’s arms fell limp to her sides and blood trickled down from her lips to Dagon's palm softly cupping head; lifeless eyes, still carrying a glitter of care and love, staring at him, etched upon his memory forever. The heartbreaking realization dawned upon him - she had saved him but he never could’ve saved her from himself.

“This is your weakness,” the familiar fatherly voice said, as Aeric spoke. The depth and allure of his words was not unlike the one Dagon heard in his own mind. “Gone.”

“You can’t protect those you love. How do you expect to stop me?”

“Alone. We are stronger.”

Dagon’s face wrinkled in a grimace but did not look up. The desire to tap into the dormant fury within and taste vengeance sparked to life, yet the fledgling spark was all that remained as it was quickly consumed by the void of agony. No blazing inferno, no wrathful retribution, nothing.

Only desolation.

His brother departed as he had arrived - like a haunting specter - taking everything away. The dark shadow of their father loomed over Aeric’s back as it did within Dagon’s psyche leaving the younger brother once again completely alone and not one bit stronger.


ALLIES | SJC | GA | NJO | Ayana Vullen | Suri Vullen
ENEMIES | SE | Aeric Kaze