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

[Taeli Raaf]

Allies: Srina Talon Madrona A’Mia Darth Carnifex Gerwald Lechner Revna Marr Mercy Reina Daival
Direct Enemy: Ella Nova
Other Enemies: TIC

Armor: Camlann | Equipment: Lightsaber | Shoto | Farrus Sphere containing a Misini Drake
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In response to her greetings, there was the immediate snap-hiss of a lightsaber as the woman before her ignited her weapon. Even in those few moments, the reaction told her something about Ella, even as she replied by calling her Master. The woman was on edge, although whether it was about the invasion or another matter remained to be seen. The distant rumble drew her attention momentarily, just as the other woman's did. She could see the storm gathering near Psilofyr, red lightning crackling within its depths as it darkened the sky. A small tilt of her lips as she regarded the growing handywork of her oldest ally was all she offered the storm as she turned her attention back to Ella. She would bend down to place a hand against the foliage at their feet, sensing the World Tree even here and the pulse her daughter sent to the jungle's denizens.

The Imperials had no idea what they had gotten themselves into.

Ella mentioned Master Ru and her lips curled up even more. She wondered if Ella knew what had become of her former Master, all those decades ago in the Republic. She would at least be able to enlighten her about that. She would remain silent as Ella continued to speak, letting her dictate the flow of their little encounter. The younger woman was right; they could fight here and one of them would likely die. She was just confident on who that individual would be, but that would could come later. She also highly doubted the sincerity of the woman's statement that she wouldn't want to engage in a fight. If her suspicions were correct, given the pieces she had from Malum's dealings in Imperial politics with what had appeared to be Alicia Drey, she was certain Ella wanted nothing more than to see every Sith here dead. Her curiosity had been roused though, her brain wanting to piece together the puzzle before her.

"A game might be lovely," she responded, standing up fully to look at Ella fully as she turned. "Put the glow stick away, dear. We don't want you hurting yourself before we even start this game."

She would move with almost no sound, settling herself into the chair facing Ella and across the board.

"The first question becomes, if I have something you want, what exactly do you have that I would even want in exchange?" she continued, crossing her legs. "I don't require intelligence on the Imperial Confederation if that's your opening offer. I'm quite happy with my own, thank you." Connected as the Sith were through the World Tree on the world, she was aware of just how well the battle was going for them thus far. "But you would know that, wouldn't you? No, you have something else in mind. The second question then becomes how do you propose we remain honest with each other if this becomes a game of questions and answers?"

 

[Nerralyn Raaf]

Direct Allies: Sophia of House Marr Horus Rhyne
Other SO Allies: Gerwald Lechner Madrona A’Mia Srina Talon Mercy Darth Carnifex Revna Marr
Enemies: FN-999 (restored) and his Imperial 7th Army

Armor: Dorocha | Equipment: Lightsaber | Farrus Spheres containing Terentasaurs and Kasina Satwas
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"You don't have to worry about Mother's creations. They won't harm you," she said, glancing up at the sky as dark clouds rumbled. She could feel the dark side coiling upon itself as it built within the storm, red lightning crackling within it as the sky continued to darken. "They recognize friend from foe as long as I or any of the other beastmasters among our forces are present." Rain started to patter against her armor as the storm was unleashed, lightning crackling down to strike out at the Imperials that had come to this world. From both her own senses and those of the scattered teams of her family's power base, contact had already been made with the Imperials by their creatures.

Listening to the mental messages being passed back and forth, she was aware that the Erupters had eviscerated what those TIE-looking crawler tanks had been. Their sacrifice was worthy, and more would be coming as it seemed they were proving quite effective against the enemy. The jungle itself began to shift as the power and attention of Psilofyr and its Mother were roused, roots moving subtly in the darkness of the storm. With a small wave to her two companions, she would say, "The Ravenscars, Vheh'Ramikad, and Geists are at your command, Sophia, Horus. Do with them what you will to debilitate the Imperials." She would step off her perch and fall to the forest floor below... until she landed upon one of the lowered heads of the Kasina Satwas, using the Force to cushion her landing.

Above where the Imperial 7th Army had regrouped itself, the storm continued to rumble and gain strength, fed by the power of Darth Carnifex and Lord Lechner and the various sorcerers under the command of her godfather. The red lightning would flash across the clouds and reveal a terrifying sight, one that the general had been forewarned about by his subordinate. Hundreds, if not thousands, of winged-mantis creatures were overhead in the dark clouds, visible only when the lightning arced out to strike a new target or coalesced to create an explosive discharge.

And rising now above the tree line with a mighty roar, would be the heads of the hydra monster she had summoned, bioplasma dripping from its maws as they reared back to unleash five gouts of fiery plasma towards the shield protecting the Imperial formation. The attack was a signal, and the Mantises began to swoop down while the Desolators and Supperaters in the tree line rushed out into the open in a wave of chitin and claws and fangs, looking to rip and tear their way through the enemy. Many would die, most likely, but more would come, called to the battle by Nerralyn and the Order of Arcane Syn.

To the general in command, to the men around him and under his command, a voice would be carried through the wind and rain, slipping into his mind, their minds, her voice... "If you throw down your arms, you will not come to harm. They will not touch you. You will be allowed to leave this world alive for your homes. Those who refuse will die. This is your only warning."

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Armor | Nightstar | Bracer of the Grove Knight
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Allies: Madrona A’Mia Revna Marr Gerwald Lechner Srina Talon Darth Carnifex Darth Caedes Taeli Raaf Mercy
Foe: Kito

Brosi was alive in a way that felt off compared to many places Lysander had known. Every footstep was met with a response from the planet itself, like he was connected to everything around. Then the sky shattered, the sun vanishing, swallowed by a storm. He saw the crimson lightning slither through darkened clouds. Rain poured down, rivulets trailed along the planes of his jaw, pooling at the bridge of his noise. There was no move to brush it away amidst the unfolding events. The Imperials had arrived.

Beneath him the tangled web of roots writhed once more. To his right, a tree pulled itself from the ground. He felt the unmistakable touch of Psilofyr’s power, intertwining with A'Mia's influence too. Sithspawn were pressing onward like a wave.. there was zero hesitation in them. Flames carved lanes through the battlefield from Lady Talon. Though he wasn’t near enough to be endangered, the mix of smoke, rain, and fire easily disrupted his lines of visibility. Just enough to make reading everything challenging.

Lysander should’ve been overwhelmed by. Lords, knights, beasts, machines, sorcery.. like a hundred conversations at once within a storm.

Amid it all, something failed to register. Most of the acolytes were operating close. Peripheral nodes.. aware of where they had been without looking. The first missing signal didn't alarm him. But then there was another. His head angled toward a root rise. Of course, he wouldn’t have expected to feel panic or desperation, as this was carved out early from them in the academy.. but there should have been something.

“So that’s how you want it,” came the murmur, barely more than a vibration.

Stepping closer to the tangled roots, the ground sloped down. With a swift hand gesture, he signaled the remaining acolytes nearby to spread out further. This would allow the back line to grow thinner, and if anyone was trailing him.. it would be easier to notice. Or so he believed.

Maybe it would have been smarter to go around, but he headed straight toward the Life Tree, so close now that its trunk filled his whole view. He wasn’t trying to disappear; no, he was sending an invitation to where everything was bleeding together. They’d have to step into the chaos with him.

Drawing on the exo-muscle subsystem of his armor and the Force together, he pushed off the ground and launched into the lower branches.

At no point was there an attempt to mask his signature.

 

[Madrona A’Mia]

Outer Rim
Stygian Caldera
Brosi
Tags: Friends — Srina Talon | Gerwald Lechner | Mercy | Darth Caedes | Revna Marr |
Lirka Ka | Eira Dyn | Darth Carnifex | Reina Daival | Lysander von Ascania |
Foes — The Lord of Hunger | Ronhar Tane | OPEN
Environmental Effects: Extremely Unsteady Ground, Hoards and Swarms of Sithspawn
Load-out

As Seen On High
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Swarms of insects alone might have been worrying, and certainly the troops reacted as any sentient might to the sudden arrival of so may biting bugs. Their truly insidious nature soon showed itself as the Spark Bugs started to dig in to their food source of choice: technology. Battery cells spluttered and failed, control panels flickered and died, all while gnawing insects swarmed and sought to gorge themselves on whatever their mandibles could reach.

Deeper within the forest, bodies which had been collected from Brosi's urban areas, were being put to work. Biomass by the tonnage was sacrificed to several key altars that A'Mia had barely completed the construction of In time. Already tumultuous and churning, the terrain began to quake and smaller groves of trees shook with the thundering stampede caused by hundreds of enraged spirit guardians. These crazed beasts sought to intercept and assault any unwelcome upon their territory.

A'Mia's drake circled then rode a stormy updraft higher to gain altitude, arcing back toward the great crown of the world tree. On his way, he released one wrathful plume of plasma at irksome aircraft, then another before the breath-weapon needed to rebuild within his craw. Up, up he flew, riding the storm summoned by the Butcher King, hiding within the cloud until next he struck.

High above the battlefield, the Dark Lord continued to indulge in His ritual. Through the Dark Side, He could feel His companions across the battlefield. Each wielded the storm to their own ends, and He embraced their power just as they embraced His. Reina too lent her own power to the storm, the two of them sitting at the center of the ritual circle surrounded by the seven sorcerers.

The Hoardmother had been preoccupied for a time with properly waking the forest, encouraging the trees to march on their foes, and summoning swarms, but her attention soon turned back to an annoyance nearer the base of the tree.

Upon The Soil
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Multitudes of entwining consciousnesses informed A'Mia as to the whereabouts and actions of one particularly dogged invader. Brosi's natural resistance to and transmutational properties toward disease was suspiciously active in his vicinity as well. In the original razing of the planet, necessitated by a plague and war, A'Mia and a handful of other Sith Lords had fortified this land against such foolish measures ever working quite so well again.

Not only was resistance to natural disease now incredibly high among the planets new flora and fauna, but the mycelium which was ever-present in the environment also had excellent resilience and purification properties against such biological attacks. It was clear that their invaders hadn't yet surmised as much— an advantage A'Mia was immensely grateful for as her forests lay burning and besieged.

So the ever gluttonous Sith Lord had brought rare and ravaging illness to her world? It was less like bringing a vibrodagger to a blaster fight and more like bringing a favored side dish to a potluck. A'Mia called upon Psilofyr for power, her Orchid Core for precision, then with a flick of her wrist wrought a cascade effect. As Darth Scabrous had learned so many centuries before, the Murakami remembered, A'Mia merely needed to coax it out of its new programming and into a more agreeable state. From within the center of blighted bodies, verdant life bloomed forth out of those sacrificed for the Lord of Hunger's ritual.

It was undoubtedly grotesque, but there was a kind of beauty to it as well. Twisting air roots jutting from eye sockets, broad green leaves pushing themselves out of abdomens or cut necks, and beautiful black-purple petals unfurling in unnatural bloom.

Virulent and malignant little thing, aren't you?
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The words were carried to him on the burning wind and in the whispering, rustling of leaves. Hers was the voice of the forest and it was full of the Hoardmother's wrath. Lightning crackled in the distance and everything had the coppery scent of ozone.

Careful… Lest I turn the blood of your own body against you…​

In truth, she had too much to protect, A'Mia couldn't waste her time growing distracted with one infuriating sorcerer. So she let the threat hang and sank deeper into her connection with Psilofyr. The super-organism ached, wounded in too many places to count. Structurally though? He contained much strength yet, even beset as he was.

Her unison with him strengthened then and all of Brosi seemed to heave. Roots over a mile in length pushed up through trodden and ashen earth, ropey lengths of corded vegetation pulled itself free in an alarming diameter from the central world tree. Like an enraged cephalopod, the great tree now had many dozens of huge, angry limbs which promptly began to ensnare, whip, trip or crush anything unwelcome in their path.

The neti was so consumed by her work and observations, she hadn't noticed that she was slowly sliding into a seated position where her own physical body leaned against the tree's trunk. Her outpouring of care for and defense of the planet was taxing and testing her in ways she'd never experienced before. Beneath her finely crafted robes, small wounds were opening up, causing lines of dark green to bleed up through the enchanted fabric.

 

[Eira Dyn]

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Objective: 1 - Protect the tree
Armour Mode: WAR
Equipment: Marwolaeth Ddu, Lethal Pursuers, Vibrosword, Blaster Pistol
Allies: TSO
Opposition: Amni Kazda

The fist missed its target but Eira did not feel any disappointment in the lack of connection. This was a fight, while most fights Eira could end in a single hit, there were always going to be fights that took longer. Some would take far too long and that was okay. This was not a battle where Eira wanted to reach a goal, she was protecting a target instead. The longer she forced this fight to take, the less damage could be done to the tree. So, she allowed Amni to leap out of her way.

Feeling the ground beginning to crumble, Eira used the Force to levitate above it, just enough to prevent herself from being unstable but close enough to the ground to make it seem like the attack worked. Cautious fighting was not something that Eira wanted her opponent to start leaning into. Eira was keen on making sure that this imperial was reckless. Foolish so that the vulnerabilities would be exposed. Seeing the charged attack, Eira smirked behind the mask as she breathed in deeply and prepared herself.

Watching as the other woman pushed forward, Eira grabbed the blade in her crushgauntlet, seeing if she could use the enhanced strength to shatter the blade in her hand. The need for weapons were not important to Eira when you ensure that your body is more effective. With her other hand, Eira lifted it up and from her fingertips, Force Lightning blasted towards Amni. There was nothing that showed fear, anger or any emotion in fact. All Amni would see is the glowing, cold red eyes of the mask staring her down.

Eira was ensuring that this imperial understood that there was a reason Sith saw themselves superior, it was because they were and they always would be.

 

[T'zarna Khab]

Location: Behind Enemy Lines, Brosi
Objective: Eliminate Sith Command Staff
Tags: Lirka Ka

Dark clouds gathered over the battlefield of Brosi, Imperial and Sith regiments both cast their eyes skyward. What they saw though, that differed depending on who you were. The Imperials saw was a choking black miasma of terror and death, while the Sith saw the will of their dark god made manifest! That god was none other than Darth Carnifex , the patron saint of The Sith's dark faith. Many of their soldiers called out to their perverse deity, displaying their faith even in the pitched battle around them. The troops of The Empire meanwhile scattered to cover, avoiding the ruddy red bolts of hate that targeted their positions.

T'zarna was too busy struggling with Lirka and their armor to worry about the hateful bolts striking all around her. Her eyes were fixed on the point where her lightsaber met the beskar alloy of Lirka's breastplate. She was so focused on trying to cut through the durable chest piece that she didn't see the blade coming for her. It was a vibroblade made to cut through the toughest fortified metals, and soon it would do so to the Inquisitor!

A dark green ichor splattered out of T'zarna's side as the blade sank in, drawing a scream from the insectoid near-human. Her tough carapace was layered thickly enough there to blunt the strike, but the blade's vibrations allowed it to slice through with excruciating slowness. To most creatures it would have been deadly, to her it was another painful lesson.

T'zarna had few options with the blade stuck in her side. Running would avail her not, and fighting through would possibly kill her! To die for the hive, she figured, that was the only death that mattered.

In reaching out through the force the inquisitor knew that Lirka was all but immune to the various force abilities that she had. Force nulls were interesting, in that they could be found not through their presence, but in their absence. That distinct wrongness they cast out into The Force were their greatest strength, but also an exploitable weakness.

A thought crossed T'zarna's mind, Lirka was immune, but she herself was fully susceptible to The Force. There was one power which she could call on which could help her in this! T'zarna's body creaked and rumbled under her exoskeleton, a soft throbbing that came in time with hear heartbeat. It slowed for a moment, only to explode into an erratic drumming.

Veins pushed to the surface under T'zarna's glossy golden shell, a network of vessels and arteries that drew in power from the world around them. Force Body to some, Force Rage to others. What it was called mattered little, what it did was much more notable. It would effectively push the user's strength, speed, and endurance to those beyond the pale of normal humans. For T'zarna it was especially risky, as her muscles couldn't expand without causing hairline cracks in her armored hide. A sacrifice, but a worthy one.

Using her enhanced strength, she would grab onto Lirka's wrist, gripping it with the intent to make an impact. Either she would relinquish her blade, or she would lose her hand. Such was the inquisitor's hope anyway.

 

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
OBJECTIVE I: TIMBER!!
BROSI

Ronhar had expected a number of things to have happened following his attack on Darth Carnifex .

He had expected to have been chased by thousands of bloodthirsty Sith warriors and he and his men scrambled down the side of the World Tree as quickly as they could. He had expected to be dodging mass driver fire from the orbiting Lambda-class YT-1760 Annihilators as the gunships tried desperately to thin the numbers of enemies pursuing Ronhar and Reclaimer Squad. He had expected all manners of Sith sorcery and force attacks on his position, and he had expected to be sent plunging to his death as he made his hasty retreat.

Yet none of those had happened. Perhaps the attack had worked, and Carnifex was dead? Ronhar dared to take a quick peek behind him as he descended, and the moment he did he soon wished that he hadn't.

For the moment he looked behind him he saw it firsthand, a massive wall of fire erupting toward his position, scorching and incinerating everything in its wake. Their would be no surviving flames at the magnitude, and everyone in Reclaimer Squad knew it. They doubled their efforts to escape, least they be swallowed up by the veritable sea of fire coming right after them. Unfortunately, two of Ronhar's squad mates weren't able to make it, turned to ash in mere seconds as the fire engulfed their very beings. All Ronhar could do was hope that their deaths had been quick and painless ones. Another one of Ronhar's men, perhaps panicked by the impending doom behind him, lost his footing on one of the branches of the World Tree, slipping from it and promptly falling to his death. The remaining members of Reclaimer Squad continued moving downwards until they reached a point where the fire was seemingly unable to reach them.

Ronhar paused for a moment just to catch his breath, as the rest of his surviving squad mates did the same. Down below, the World Tree itself was seemingly coming to life, thrashing about as it stabbed and snared anything unfortunate enough to be within its presence. It seemed that Ronhar's attack had failed, and Carnifex would surely be back up to his old tricks, raining hellfire and lightning down onto Ronhar's forces below.

At this rate, the Imperial attack was going to fail.

That left Ronhar with a difficult choice to make. Should he attempt to link back up with the Imperial forces marching toward the World Tree, or should he go back up it and face down Carnifex once more? Fighting the Sith Lord surely meant certain death, while going back toward the Imperial forces would leave them vulnerable to whatever fowl rituals the Sith had yet to unleash.

To Ronhar, the choice was clear.

"I'm going back up there, to finish this Carnifex once and for all", Ronhar stated simply. He let his statement hang in the air before continuing. "I won't ask you to come with me, for I know what it means to face a Dark Lord of the Sith. If any man here wishes to leave, now is there time to do so."

To his shock and surprise, no one took him up on his offer. To be fair, they were just as likely to die at the hands of Carnifex as they were to the thrashing roots and branches of the World Tree, but Ronhar could still scarcely believe all his men would be willing to come back up there with him.

"Very well. Let's move, Reclaimer!"

With that, Ronhar, the three surviving ARC Troopers and single surviving Storm Commando began to ascend the tree once more, their route marked by the now blacked tree bark of the where Carnifex's spell had burned the World Tree. It truly amazed Ronhar just how much these Sith were willing to sacrifice, not evening sparing a single thought about burning was was supposedly one of the sacred and important objects on this damned planet. Yet that was exactly why the Imperials were fighting the Sith in the first place, for any beings with such weak principles could never be fit to lead and rule.

After an agonizing trek upwards, Ronhar and company made their way back up to the ritual platform, where Carnifex was engaged with some Lambda-class YT-1760 Annihilators firing at him. It was a bit hard for Ronhar to tell what exactly he was doing, but it appeared as if he was almost sending a shadow to destroy the gunships one by one, sending them plunging deep into the forests below. Three of the gunships steered well clear of Carnifex's position, but the fourth and final one began to descend directly onto the platform below. For a fleeting moment, Ronhar hoped that the ship would crash directly on top of Carnifex, but he doubted that it would be enough to kill the man. Instead, he clambered onto the platform, activating the HNDA-Mk I hanging off his vest and pulling Burnblade from its back scabbard, setting the sword to its highest possible temperature setting.

Charred bodies and piles of ash were scattered all around him, probably victims of whatever Carnifex had done to send that wall of fire at him and his men. Yet, there was another being still on the platform, ( Reina Daival ), and Ronhar did not recognize who or what she was. The mere fact that she was still alive on that platform meant that she was either important to Carnifex, extremely dangerous, or quite possibly both things. Ronhar radio'd his men over his comms.

"You take the girl. Carnifex is mine. Good luck gentlemen, and may the galaxy be with us. We're going to need it."

The three ARC Troopers and the single Storm Commando began advancing toward Reina Daival , full of murderous intent and rage. Their Sonic-Strike Hatchets vibrated softly in their hands, and they started to try and encircle Reina, two men in front of her and two men behind her. Ronhar instead stepped toward Carnifex with Burnblade held aloft, almost taking a Form I opening stance. His HNDA-Mk I was continuing to blare on full blast, and Ronhar took only a small amount of solace in the device, not entirely convinced it would be enough to stop Carnifex from using his force powers. Still, Ronhar persisted, saying with false bravado and exaggerated swagger:

"I do hope you enjoyed the presents I sent you, Sith. Yet it seems as though you didn't receive them. Allow me to deliver them to you personally".

Meanwhile, the battle between Ronhar's forces and the various Sithspawn abominations attacking them was only intensifying. In addition to the man and machine eating bugs and strange plant monsters, the Sith had unleashed even more terrifying creatures of all shapes and sizes. Some of them charged directly into Imperial lines, raking man and machine alike with razor sharp clothes and long, knotty tendrils. Others attacked from afar, spitting globs of acid or razor sharp spikes at anything that moved. Yet, none of them, both Sith and Imperial alike, were prepared for what was to happen next.

The lighting strikes impacting Ronhar's forces were now hitting the ground with ever increasing frequency, becoming ever more powerful as they started to merge into one another. They became so powerful, in fact, that they created a massive explosion, far larger than anything the Imperial forces had experienced from the Sith yet. The fireball that the explosion created rose hundreds of meters into the air, utterly obliterating anything within its vicinity. Initial casualty estimates were in the thousands, and at least a quarter of Ronhar's forces had been killed, injured, or gone missing at this point, creating a real risk that the Imperial line was going to collapse entirely.

Yet, Carnifex's attack was truly something of a double edged sword, for as much as it had affected the Imperials, so too had it affected the Sithspawn attacking them. The insects, plants and monsters attacking the army were wiped out just as much as the Imperials were, being destroyed in a spectacular fireball that branched out into nearly every conceivable direction. Furthermore, the blast had leveled a large amount of Brosi's forest, now allowing the Imperials much easier access to the World Tree, though this what somewhat tempered by Madrona A’Mia 's root attacks and Drake mount. Still, Ronhar's AT-MAPs were now close enough to begin bombarding the base of the World Tree, flinging incendiary rounds with reckless abandon.

If ever there was a time to begin a coordinated assault, that time was NOW!

TAGS:
Madrona A’Mia
Darth Carnifex
Reina Daival
FN-999 (restored)
OPEN...IF YOU DARE!​

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Spoiler: Ronhar's Equipment

• Wampa-Pattern Industrial Exoskeleton
• Mk 45 Protective Vest
• Mahporeem Acid Rifle
• AAF-8 Scattergun
• BG-D 6 "Outlaw"
• Rhydonium Grenades
• ABC Scramblers
• Burnblade
• HNDA-Mk I
• Carapace Knitters
• ABC - Aerosolized Bacta Cannisters
• 5 ARC Troopers
• 2 Storm Commandos

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Slowly, the Dark Lord's eyes opened. As they did, the falling assault gunship halted dead in the middle of its descent. As it hung there, suspended by an invisible force, it was sudden wrenched back as if it had been physically struck. The entire center fuselage was gutted in an instant, debris and personnel spilling out as the entire craft now fell backwards and down the side of the Great Tree. Without having to life a finger, the Dark Lord of the Sith had torn apart the ship with a look alone.

That same look which now fell upon the returning Imperials.

They certainly did not comprehend the concept of survival, which might have been lauded by those who sent them here to die but would find no sympathy or pity from the Dark Lord. He rose at their arrival, slow and deliberately, each movement laden with meaningful weight. Standing fully upright, the Dark Lord of the Sith towered at an impressive 2.5 meters, heads taller than most among the assembled forces now watching. He took a step beyond the ritual circle, but the storm still continued; maintained by the life force of the remaining sorcerers and directed by a portion of the Dark Lord's will.

The lead Imperial unsheathed some sort of bladed weapon, which was then wreathed in bright orange and blue flames. Four others also came with the lead Imperial, brandishing their own weapons of choice. But they broke formation and began moving towards the Dark Lord's apprentice. He cast a brief glance towards her, His look conveying all that she would need to know.

This is a test.

I will be watching.

"I do hope you enjoyed the presents I sent you, Sith. Yet it seems as though you didn't receive them. Allow me to deliver them to you personally." Carnifex looked back at the Imperial with the sword, His expression never once changing throughout the entire time since He first rose to where He was now. A heavy cloak of glimmering scales hung from His broad shoulders, parting to briefly reveal the runic armor that clung close to His muscular frame. The briefest glimpse of a lightsaber hanging within an ornate holster at His side could also be seen.

The Dark Lord raised up one hand, His fingers pointed towards the Imperial like the talons of a monstrous raptor. "Animals such as yourself make a mockery of intelligent speech." Bright red lightning snaked out from the Dark Lord's fingertips, distorting the air and leeching color as it passed. The energy pooled into each bolt was enough to vitrify stone and superheat metal, and it was aimed squarely at the blade-wielding Imperial.

Ronhar Tane | Reina Daival ​