Invasion The Second Coming | TIC Invasion of TSO-Held Thandon Super Hex | Objective One

[The Lord of Hunger]

LOCATION: Preparing the first stage of defoliation
OBJECTIVE: To bring unlife and decay
IMPORTANT LINKS: Sword #1 | Sword #2 | Armor | Jewel | Ring | Necklace | Gauntlet | DIII Gluttoneria | The guards | The Enforcer | KRONOS
ENEMY TAG: Srina Talon | Darth Carnifex | Revna Marr | Gerwald Lechner | T'zarna Khab | Ella Nova | Lirka Ka | Darth Prazutis
DIRECT ENEMY: Madrona A’Mia | Taeli Raaf

I AM THE HUNGER

Offers of great power and evolution went on deaf ears, it was clear that with every word he uttered, rather than open the woman's eyes, she in truth closed them off from Him. While he had hoped for her to come to understand his position, her restraint, her very demeanor screamed the opposite. To make matters worse, it seemed somewhere along his words, somewhere within his monologue, she had made her decision and said decision was not in His favor.

“The wise know when to restrain themselves, and when not to. A smart Sith should never cast aside wisdom, for it allows one to rise where others fall. For all that you have done or been through and have become…it would appear that this is a lesson you have yet to learn.”

Tilting his head a bit, the lord of Hunger showed his disdain to those words, delusions or perhaps underestimation. Usually it was the latter, if she just like the empress knew his name, not his title, she'd come to realize exactly how far the rabbithole went when it came to Him. Still, a chuckle escaped his lips when realizing she did say a "smart sith", which in his case would mean just as much as a "smart jedi"... anachronisms as neither could be considered 'smart' when bound by layers upon layers of rules, hierarchy and dogma.

As the bodies vanished, his eyes kept locked unto her, her words, no matter how shallow or uninspriring they might've ended up sounding to him, had confirmed that despite her potential, despite the growth he could have offered her, Revna Marr seemed to be too firmly rooted in the very system he had so vehemently opposed, that He began to understand that trying to convince her to turn on said system was a pointless effort from his end. She was Sith and she would not step away from it all through his words nor his guidance, and that was a pity...thus as if to show he came to this realisation, he shrugged, a clear sign not just of disappointment, but of acceptance. He would press no further in this case, he would not deign to fall into a fool's folly and expect a different result from the same actions.

Still, if she were to remove his mask, Revna Marr would've seen the wicked smile on his face, as his armor and the connection to KRONOS reported on what Pollux was doing on the battlefield with the tools and machines which had been handed to him. he could hear them, the missiles, the thundering roar of their explosions, the rebuttals, the instinct within the trees, it was a music to him, a concert which was reaching its crescendo. Each and every one of the shocks that reverberated through the forest, every minute shift in the air ressonated with him, for he understood which weapon was being used and no doubt just how fearsome it would be to all.

His eyes though, were drawn to what happened next, when his very core seemed to react to the woman's sudden shift within the force, the violent, yet somehow also serene expansion of strength and connection. He had seen her delve into her connection before, but it was clear she had grown, her control clearly having vastly improved, her strength greatly increased. Yet, perhaps strangely so, the Lord of Hunger didn't react, he simply seemed to wait, to observe...with a certain amount of glee and intrigue visible within the gold and crimson orbs behind the mask. he removed the hand of Avaritia from the root, waving his hand, motioning the Sceleratis to disperse. they'd need to find the others, help them out, for against how Revna Marr was now, they'd be a burden. yet as soon as the large droids moved, slipping away to support Ronhar Tane and T'zarna Khab , the blinding light emerged, the world bathing in brightness for a moment, until...She unleashed that which she had taken into herself.

"You sly little..."

Two of his Sceleratis jumped in front of him, their frames planted into the ground with firm strength and lethal precision, but this release of energy was similar to that of the very warpstars he had allowed Pollux to employ. The Sceleratis were meant to be fighters, hunters and assassins, but were not exactly meant for defensive work. The other Sceleratis scattered, gaining their orders through KRONOS, who ordered half of the remaining ones, five of them in total to reinforce Ronhar Tane , whose messages for help had been heard over the comms and picked up by the AI which essentially ran the entire operation under the Lord of Hunger. the remaining five scattered, attempting to outrun the blast...mostly in vain. For while the two sceleratis attempting to defend the Lord of Hunger were blasted to smithereens, at least two more were unlucky enough to be caught in the blast's radius, being slammed against trees, shattering their cores and gyroscopes, turning them to scrap.

The Lord of Hunger in the meantime attempted his best to ward of this shockwave of raw energy, his reaction was a smidgeon to late though, seeing the two droids disintegrate in front of him, his force shield didn't hold up either. He COULD have put more power into it, he COULD have thrown all he had into this, but he decided not to, there simply was little to gain anymore. If the forest could not be drained, it would burn or break and in truth, it seemed that the Sith themselves were doing a good job of that. Realizing the futility to remain in a gridlock with Revna Marr for much longer, he focused his power unto his force shield, utilizing the Hand of Avaritia to unleash whatever strength it had already drained to hold up the shield, while his other hand became covered in that same dark miasma again, allowing him to conjur up a vortex behind him, through which he allowed himself to be pushed as he removed his force shield, vanishing in thin air...only to reappear much deeper into the forest, for a moment catching his breath as he realised that perhaps he needed a different strategy to deal with the sith.

"How I am now...isn't enough," He looked up, the portal he had used vanishing behind him, his armor hadn't managed to be left unscathed...again, with cracks having formed across his chest and several of the join areas. His HUD flickered as he tried to set up a connection with KRONOS. Just defending himself had taken way more than he had anticipated. Yet, he had still managed to avoid the worst, the Sith had not beaten him, nor had he been forced to rely on his most powerful trump card just yet. And it so happened, something interesting had caught his eye...and not only his eyes, but his very senses as well...He had circumvented the shield around the largest tree, he had managed it, even without realizing it, his calculations had been off, but just because of it, the Lord of Hunger found himself in what possibly might have been a rather awkward, yet also extremely fotuitous position...

For turning down his gaze, he looked down upon perhaps the one greatest nuissance this damned invasion had to have been dealing with. "The Neti..."

Gritting his teeth, the Lord of hunger slowly reached for his Genesis Blade, holding it rather nonchalantly besides himself as he could see not just Madrona A’Mia , but surprisingly Taeli Raaf as well. Two of the most tricky, dangerous and versatile members of the damned Sith Order. Behind his mask, a wicked grin seemed to spread across his face, his eyes squinted, burning brightly in their vibrant gold and crimson hues surrounding the now extremely narrow slit pupils. "Who knew making a mistake could end up being so fortuitous?"

Without warning, without any more words to be said, his hand rose in front of him, a violent, roiling push with the force being sent towards the two powerhouses among the Sith. There would be no restraint, no retreat now... he was too close to the core to allow himself to miss the opportunity his own mistake had given him.

 

[Taregh Garon]

Brosi
Equipment: Greatsaber | Inquisition's Fist | Menasor Armor
Allies: Imperials
Enemies: Sith | Gerwald Lechner​

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Again the Wolf escaped. It did not retreat, it circled its prey preparing to strike again.

Radiation. Uneven ground. Roots that thrashed and attempted to bind his limbs. None of these things mattered to the Inquisitor anymore. The Stims blinded him to pain, augmenting his strength but dimming his mind of its higher functions. To see through Taregh's eyes was to see crimson.

When Gerwald Lechner freed himself, separating the two of them Taregh had rolled onto his stomach. Briefly his face was submerged in the muddy water beneath him. He rose onto all fours, his lightsaber left somewhere on the ground amidst the mud; deactivated now that it had left his hand again.

The Inquisitor knew he had been wounded, flesh and muscle had been ripped through on his left side but there was no pain. Even if there was pain it could not break the chemical cloud that stims had created, fogging his mind with a homicidal rage. The Stims injected into him could ensure Taregh remained this way for hours, oblivious to pain and pushed beyond the rational limits of endurance and stamina. Only a true death would stop him before the stims left his system.

In the blindness of rage the rationale mind was silent, devoid of higher function but the Hunter still existed.

It extended the mind, primed the senses to levels that were not ordinary. Not to the level of an animal but something nearly as close.

Gerwald would not see the Inquisitor rise, he'd discovered the ground was much more stable if he remained low. Roots that stretched out to tug at him were barely an inconvenience. At this moment they would feel like a childs hand attempting to restrain him. They were nothing.

Eyes sought the wolf but they could not discern his location through the steam and rainfall. It wasn't until Gerwald came out of the downpour at his right side that Taregh's senses flared to life. This time he was ready though.

Twisting to the right as the Wolf appeared in his peripheral the Inquisitor swung himself around to take the lunge off his chestplate rather than on his right side. Bringing his right arm around in the same motion he'd arc his elbow across to crush it against bridge of the wolfs maw in a blow meant to stun while he readjusted. Claws would find purchase on his armor, ripping at the plating and tearing pieces away or ripping ruts into it while Taregh reached for the beast.

Perhaps Gerwald thought Taregh just another Imperial albeit a massive one but the Inquisitor had been born a Mandalorian, a Warrior and Hunter. He knew how to fight beasts. He knew that all animals went where their heads went.

When he reached for Gerwald after throwing the elbow Taregh went right for his jaws. He'd slam a hand down to plant it over the wolfs muzzle while the other came up underneath the cleft of his jaw, fingers curling inwards amidst his gauntlets fitted with the Inquisitor's Fists. Pulling he went to open the wolfs jaws wide before accompanying the movement with a quick twist hoping to crank the head and flip the body onto its side where he'd try to bury it in the muddy water.

GRRRRRAAAAAARRRRRRGHGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If he could Taregh would have thrown a leg over the wolfs torso, mounting it while driving its head down. It did not matter to him how the wolf stilled, drowning it in the waters of the torrential downpour its allies had summoned was just as convenient as splitting it upon his knee or crushing its skull in his hands.

No matter the barbarity of the combat between the two of them blood still flowed freely from his side. Looking at the flesh one would see the wounds where teeth had sunk into flesh cracking and snapping bones underneath, reaching for organs that bruised or worse. It was all a mess of crimson. He just didn't feel it. If he could not even feel the pain from wounds rent into his left side then the battles being across Brosi, the drakes and missiles flying overhead, the sounds of men fighting and dying were certainly unknown to him.