Faction The Scar Renewed [CIS | All Groups]

[Eternal Resurgence]

O B J E C T I V E

Hoylin was where Tellu Talon last walked and breathed. It was where the Darkside once choked the life from the planet. Tellu sacrificed herself to cleanse the planet, eradicating the Darkside plague that threatened to wipe life completely off Hoylin.

The Hand of Savidicus, a cultist group devoted to Darth Savidicus have landed on Hoylin with an aim to reestablish that very dark side presence.

On Hoylin a reserve of light exists over the Scar where the Order of the Sacred Lotus made its last stand against the Darkside. This reserve is at risk of being corrupted. Furthermore, word of cultists sacrificing civilians has reached the ears of those in charge of the system.

Your team has been tasked with investigating these claims and find out as much information about the Hand of Savidicus as possible.

 

[Felix Aquila]

R E N D E V O U S​

Equipment:

• - Light-saber
• - Personal Shield
• - Armourweave Clothing

Hoylin, it wasn't a place that Felix had heard of, something that had escaped his notice or perhaps it was simply a matter of it being far enough away to escape his concern. It was only at his research that the place had some significance to the Lotus Chapter he was a part of. The waves of history seemed to resonate around the planet as Felix made his approach, landing upon the world early and activating the ID beacon of his ship to broadcast to other coming knights and members of the investigation team the location where they might be able to gather.

The scar was little more than a few minutes away from his location, in case of the curruption spreading too far out or having an effect on escape craft, the Obsidian lord hoped that the distance would allow some buffer to be able to escape if they really needed it. So, loaded with his armourweave coat, hood, helmet, clawed left hand and lightsaber at his left hip, he would wait for other members of his order to begin arriving. All the while pouring through the data of the events past so that he may begin to get an understanding of this cult, as well as what exactly happened on this world.

He was no stranger to cults, technically, he was a member of an older one, perhaps the only living member, but a member none the lest. However, while the title of Twilight didn't particularly matter to him one way or another, he figured he'd be able to claim it one day when he finally mastered the Dyspethian techniques he wielded.

"Human sacrifices are a cheap and effective way to get in touch with the dark side of the force, whoever these people are, they're either very efficient, or very much amateurs, with little room for a middle ground." He'd say to himself, reading over some of the crimescene footage that had been made available to them.

This was going to be interesting.

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[Mishel Kryze]

The Princess Leia​

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Hoylin. Mishel arrived soon after some of the other members on the team, "either way, whatever we're walking into - isn't going to be easy." Amateurs were a dangerous lot, playing with elements they knew little about. A cult with knowledge of the inner workings of sacrifices would almost be the worst. Both were unpredictable, the former more so than the latter. She decided to have Lav land the Princess Leia not too far from the Scar because if they needed an easy out - they would have one. ​

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The Tygaran brought with her a lightsaber, a blaster and that was about it. "I knew the Order of the Sacred Lotus... I wasn't here when they first fought the curse. Nor was I here when Tellu sacrificed herself, but the records of this fight and her deed were available at the Temple on Monastery. A return trip might be warranted to better identify the full workings of the curse." Hoylin had had peace in the years that followed the Confederacy's annexation of the system, and Tellu's sacrifice. ​

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Felix Aquila ​

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[Devorah Verd]

Tags: Felix Aquila | Mishel Kryze
Gear: Light Armor; Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Muse Notes: Chris Stapleton "Fire Away (Live)"​

Well, I wish I could say
That I've never been here before
But you know and I know
That I'll always come back for more
Your love might be my damnation

Fingers slid across the datascreen floating in front of her, the holos they'd been sent of the crime scenes flickering across the scene in rapid succession. In the light of the death of so many innocents sacrificed, her own pain paled in comparison. It didn't matter anymore - Visanj was gone and all of the time and effort she'd expended to find some measure of reason had been a waste.

Devorah took a deep, steadying breath and shoved what remained of her broken heart into a box that was soon buried at the back of her mind. There was work to do, and she flatly refused to let Visanj take anymore of her than she already had.

Blinking, she canted her head to the side, enlarging one of the stills and peering closely at it, before doing the same with several of the others. They were grotesque, but as a Physician and a Force Healer, she'd seen things beyond the pale more often than she cared to admit. "Amateurs at torture, anyway. These cuts here...were more for the excision of blood than anything else. There are none across the areas with the shallowest nerve endings, or any points where energy naturally converges and would cause the level of anguish the ritual needs." she said quietly, in response to Felix' utterance. She nodded at the man and turned to glance at Mishel for a brief moment as well.

She knew neither of them personally, though Isley had spoken of both a great deal. Dev absently wondered if this was the Mishel that featured in so many of the stories that she'd heard from Marakai, and made a mental note to ask the young woman if a proper moment to do so presented itself.

"I was away when Tellu made her sacrifice and the Order dealt with the curse, but I did hear accounts of it from those few that survived, and I perused the reports from the archives on our way here. The cult's efforts are like fingernails on a chalkboard against my senses...which I suppose is a good thing. They've not figured out how to mask themselves very well."
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[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Tags: Felix Aquila | Mishel Kryze | Devorah Verd
Gear: Aquila armored flight suit, lightsaber, DC-17m carbine
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Hoylin. A planet he had done a fair amount of reading on during the flight over in his N-1X and it seemed that the Confederacy had quite the extensive history here. The Order of the Sacred Lotus had apparently been trying to cleanse some curse on the planet and there was yet ANOTHER Sith cult around. Why didn't those Dark Side cultists ever learn? This chit never worked out in their favor in the end. Apparently Mishel was already there, as well as Devorah Verd, and some other person, Felix, whom Kurayami had never encountered so far as he could remember. In fact he was pretty sure he had only met Mishel out of the gathered group, but even then he was only relatively sure.

Didn't rightly matter as he set his ship down near the others had gathered and slid the canopy back. Once he had settled and grabbed the DC-17m he climbed out of the fighter, switching to the sensor systems on his armor and slung the rifle over his shoulder as he approached where the group had gathered to view corpses of some of the human sacrifices from the cultists. His senses were open as he scanned the body with both the Force and active and passive scanners on his suit. Nothing about this showed that these sacrifices were done by someone well versed in the rituals. Likely these were initiates to the cult and these unfortunate people were victims who were used as nothing more than a tool to teach the initiates. Still, overall the Darkness was a grating feeling, an ever persistent and gnawing presence here. He knew that it would only get more intense as they neared the epicenter.

"Well, this is...upsetting to say the least. Not just due to the oppressive nature of the Dark Side, but the fact that these people were slaughtered simply as an instructional tool. A teaching aide. I have no issue taking this cult and burning them to the ground. I've dealt with enough of them in my time, just give me the plan and let's get to hunting."

 

[Eternal Resurgence]

Susto gazed upon those who entered the Scar. Unblinking, the creature hunched over from where they stood deep within the hospital where Tellu had fought. There had been no sound from whence they were, and as the team moved forward into the scar... The temperature dropped, and Susto would remain still as they issued their orders to the initiates. "Bleed this place dry, sacrifice them," Susto's voice deep, low, and gravely like a stone rolling against the mountain. "Offer your sacrifices to Savidicus, pray upon our Dark Lord that he might grant you salvation. It is his will that you must carry out and show to these people the true Gospel of Blood."​

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What would appear to be sacks sewn into masks would reveal themselves to be skin stretched and stitched together. Initiates wove them together by hand, some with great care and others not so much. This was their test, their test to prove to the All-Father that they had what it took to serve, to serve the Great Darkness. Darkness could only begot darkness and so Susto began to utter his phrases, "hirjta an hirjta," he began with ashes to ashes, dust to dust, bone to bone, blood to blood, bring forth the darkness that had been sealed away, unleash your great curse once again. "Sûnyasa an sûnyasa, urs an urs, kraujas an kraujas, rirmi ri jina'tis anas shiyi tuti tuma sarini." Bring back the fear that the light dared to erase, bring forth the demons from within, and take our sacrifices, twist them in your honor. Let hell come forth once more. ​

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As he gave his words, the team could feel the changes - the temperature dropped even further, and the ground began to shake. The howls of the dead screeched across the scar and skies above began to turn... black as night. "Wamurjomi ri nairi anas ri rokatsa ridzik an wotrsosûtami." His voice paused, his eyes did not blink but he seemed to relish in the changes. "Rirmi ri siqsa is it, sosûtari ri aukotis, tsûtji anim ir tu'iyia shuriji. Titsû ardasa tadti' uynsutu tuhu wir."​

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Susto's words were done and when they were the initiates began to change, their bodies and their minds became twisted. Unimaginable horrors, abominations crafted from the very blood they spilled. Some of them screamed, unsure of what they had done, while others laughed with malicious delight. Their service to Savidicus would bring forth Glory, Glory to the Great Darkness. ​

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Kyyrk | Devorah Verd | Felix Aquila | Mishel Kryze | Kurayami Bloodborn ​

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[Felix Aquila]

R E N D E V O U S​

Tag: Kurayami Bloodborn / Devorah Verd / Mishel Kryze / Eternal Resurgence
Equipment:

• - Light-saber
• - Personal Shield
• - Armourweave Clothing

As the pieces of the team began to assemble, the Young Lord would begin to see what kind of team they were going to be, one who could think, one who could work together and work off each other. Confidence began to abound as they ruminated over the nature of the cult they were going to be dealing with. But when the comment came involving burning the group to the ground, Felix felt himself nodding to the tune of the statement drawing himself out of his more inner thoughts. He'd look to the medical team member who was examining the feed.

"That's good to know, that likely means that the leader likely has some hold over the members of the cult if they're excessively unskilled, be it status, power or something else... But it also means that we might be dealing with some pretty high numbers."

The group of them would begin to wonder about the plan when a pulse through the force would wash through them, screams on the wind. The Dark side of the force would radiate from distant locations as the ground beneath their feet would begin to tremble. The planet itself shaking in fear from the atrocities that were being committed upon it. Every muscle in Felix's body tensed as though it was waiting for it to end... but he knew deep down there was no just waiting.

Focusing on the force, his eyes would begin to resonate with the light he was beginning to siphon in from the area around him. Looking for a direction as he would sight the hospital building that stood at the epicenter of the disturbance. He could see shapes, from a kilometer away without the aid of technology.

"Another ritual... We have to go!"

And without another word, Felix would begin to charge for the location, running as fast as he could, if another person had a vehicle, he would be happy to jump into it as it would intend to speed on by. But he wasn't about to waste precious moments waiting on the off chance there was one... He should have bought an Anseri.

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[Mishel Kryze]

The Princess Leia​

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"Good to know, and also terrible to comprehend... " the needless loss of life, and all for the sake of glory, recognition Mishel's voice trailed off as she looked ahead. Tellu's sacrifice healed this world from the horrors that had been exposed to it. Mishel looked over toward Kurayami, a friendly face, "glad you're here Bloodborn, and I couldn't agree more I'm pretty sure what we're looking for is this-" the Tygaran paused as the earth beneath her feet began to shake, "...way." ​

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Felix's comments reached her ears as the air seemed to grow sharper by the minute. "YEP! No time like the present."​

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There wasn't time to lose, Mishel vaulted forward joining Felix in the charge, and the deeper into the Scar they traveled the more horrors awaited and unfolded. "According to the archives, the Darkside curse fed off the fears of those who lived here." She began, between breaths as she kept pace, running headlong into the fray. "Many of the soldiers who arrived here on behalf of the CIS killed each other. Their minds were twisted."​

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Abdominal horrors began to appear on the horizon, Mishel pushed out with the Force. "By the Force... are these the initiates?" Some were fused together, others were disfigured, but they all radiated with the Darkside. They screamed with Force, lighting struck the ground behind these... Initiates to reveal larger disfigured, humans and near-humans put together like a child experimenting with their sewing needles. Bulbous-like backs that pulsated with what... Mishel didn't want to know. ​

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"Stay alert, and stick together."​

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Devorah Verd | Kurayami Bloodborn | Felix Aquila | Kyyrk | @CIS​

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[Kyyrk]

D R E A D
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Kyyrk could feel it in the air. Dread. A fear that seeped into the very cracks of the earth below them. The Junior Knight had not said anything of yet, as his opinion had not been asked for. He knew particularly how Felix Aquila could get when one spoke out of turn. He was not here as a leader, but as a mere soldier. Someone to enact the will of the Knights Obsidian. He followed the group at a short distance, his faceless helmet turning this way and that, surveying more than just the dark pit before them. His mind had already attuned itself to the Force, to reach out and find even the most secret of mysteries.

His attention was drawn back to the group as words were spoken concerning the rituals committed. He listened quietly, intently. Knowledge was everything to an individual like him. He used to know everything. Well, damn near it. But now? He was cheap. Expendable. And the Confederacy was close to cutting him loose unless he started making himself useful. Rather disturbingly, as Devorah Verd detailed the ritual methods, he found himself understanding them instinctively. As if he already knew how this ritual was to be performed. Even worse? He knew how to perform it better.

But he was not given long to dwell on this. Another ritual was starting. Perhaps this one was the true ritual. A trap. But that mattered not to the Junior Knight. If his life could be given in the service of the Confederacy, in the defense of her people, he would die a happy man. But as he broke into a sprint behind the group, a name flitted through his mind unbidden. No, there was something tying him here. Something he wasn't willing to give up just yet. Assuming it was even his to give up.

The owl on the man's shoulder took to the air, its wings flapping and its claws reaching down as if to pick Kyyrk up and carry him away. But the small owl soon transformed into a mighty beast. With ease, it snatched Kyyrk from the ground, and Kyyrk scrambled up its leg to take purchase at the base of its mighty wings. Horace soared through the air, hurrying to deliver his companion to the awaiting battle with all possible haste.

But then the visions started. The Fear was intensifying. Kyyrk could smell the blood-stained earth, hear the gurgling of molten stone, smell the acrid flesh as it burned from corpse and soldier alike. He'd felt this feeling before. On the hellscape of Oricon. Whatever dark magics the Dread Masters had employed there found its way to the fields of Hoylin. Kyyrk's grip on Horace's feathers tightened, and he reached behind him to draw his lightsaber. He was an agent of the Light. He would not allow the corruption to take hold once more. If the Curse ailed Hoylin, it was time for a cure...

Kurayami Bloodborn || Mishel Kryze

 

[Salak Duun]

OBJECTIVE​

Location: Location​

Gear/Equipment:Inhibitor Gloves | Lightsaber​

Wearing:Salak's Heavy Armor​

Tag(s): Felix Aquila | Mishel Kryze | Kyyrk | Kurayami Bloodborn | Devorah Verd ​

There was a certain feeling of sorrow that hung heavy in the air as the late arrival, Salak Duun, stepped from the non-exemplary shuttle that had brought him here. Even though not a member of the Lotus, nor much in the way of a follower of the healing light in which they represented, Salak, could not allow himself to stand by as others wallowed in a dread he, himself, was quite familiar with. His race had experienced another form of dread throughout their existence and though it wasn’t the same with which hung heavy over this world, it was still sorrowful nonetheless.

The group had already set off in the direction of the Scar, so he quickened his pace to try and catch up with the group.

He hadn’t taken the time to review the events of old here, nor the accounts from those that had written of the time. In that regard he was behind, but for the lizard-like being that was not uncommon. He still struggled with the common tongue, as the language of his own kind resembled more in the way of hisses and clicks.

As he reached the group, he wouldn’t speak, but instead simply follow.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Tags: Felix Aquila | Devorah Verd | Mishel Kryze | Kyyrk |Salak Duun
Gear: Aquila armored flight suit, lightsaber, DC-17m carbine
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The creature awaited its prey in the dark, biding its time to strike until the perfect window of opportunity presented itself. Or what seemed a perfect window of opportunity. The arrival of the others was not unnoticed by the others, but they seemed to have been kept relatively abreast of the situation. The how was of no concern to him behind the visor n his helmet his eyes narrowed when Mishel greeted him, nothing to do with her, it was just...there had been a strange feeling for a moment. As quickly as it was there it subsided though, so he made no mention of it to the others.

"Indeed Mishel, it has been quite some time. I should hope things have been well for you."

Whether or not he had more to say was incidental as the ground beneath their feet began to shake, no time to hang around and discuss in depth strategies now. Within moments, Felix had vaulted ahead and Mishel was quick to follow behind. While he wasn't as used to working in a team as once he had been, Kurayami took the chance to join up with Mishel and Felix as quickly as he could, listening intently to what she said about the curse as they traveled deeper into the Scar. It wouldn't be long until they saw the twisted and unnatural shapes moving towards them. Reaching out through the Force was not easy here, it rarely was unless the practitioner was of the Dark Side themselves, but expending slightly more energy was worth missing out on the corrupting aspect. The sheer rush of emotions, ranging from bloodlust to sheer hopelessness, was immense and he knew it was not only from the past events, but also the creatures that stood before them. The lumbering chimerical abominations that had once been sentient initiates.

"Pretty sure those were until recently, initiates into the cult. Now they are...well whatever that lumbering thing is. Also, I hadn't planned on running off alone against those things. Might be crazy but I ain't suicidal."

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