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

[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: This | WEAPONS: Ferrum Solus | Blodmåne | Howling Death
ALLIES:: Srina Talon | Madrona A’Mia | Mercy | Darth Caedes | Revna Marr | Taeli Raaf | Darth Prazutis
ENEMIES:: Taregh Garon​

Taregh twisted as the wolf came in, taking the impact across his chestplate instead of the exposed right side. The elbow came fast and brutal, slamming into the bridge of Gerwald’s muzzle with the kind of force meant to stun and disorient.

It connected.

Pain flared across Gerwald’s vision and his head snapped sideways as rain and steam blurred together. Blood filled his mouth, his own this time, and a low growl rolled from deep in his chest instead of retreat.

The hand came for his jaws.

One gauntleted palm clamped over his muzzle while the other drove up beneath it, fingers digging for leverage at the hinge. Taregh pulled to wrench his head sideways and force his body down into the mud, attempting to bury him beneath pooled rainwater and end it through sheer strength.

Gerwald felt the grip and the intent behind it.

He felt the drowning attempt before his nose touched water.

The primal surge released by the shattered altar had never left him. It had settled into his bones and thickened there. The wild Sith magick that had torn across Brosi now fed the wolf within him instead of overwhelming it. His spine bowed but did not yield. Muscle swelled along his shoulders and haunches, armor shifting seamlessly with the change as plates flexed to accommodate the increased mass rather than fighting it.

He bit.

He twisted just enough inside Taregh’s grip to bring his teeth down on the gauntlet itself. A Lupo’s bite was not the snap of a common wolf. It was a crushing force built to shear through bone and split plating if given purchase. His jaws closed over the fingers attempting to force them open. He did not thrash wildly.

He compressed.

If the plating held it would warp. If it failed, bone would follow.

Taregh drove down harder, trying to drown him anyway. Mud surged up around Gerwald’s muzzle and water splashed across his eyes. For a moment his vision filled with brown and red and rain. The Inquisitor’s strength was monstrous, stims pushing him beyond sane limits, but Gerwald did not feel smaller beneath it.

The ground shifted once more.

Brosi had begun to heal.

Where roots had moved before in defensive pulses, now they surged with renewed vitality. @Madron A’Mia’s will had sunk deep into the mycelial web with the aid of Darth Caedes , and the restorative force pouring through Psilofyr began answering in physical ways. Thick roots burst upward through poisoned soil near their struggle, not to bind Taregh completely but to disrupt his base. Saplings forced themselves through mud at impossible speed, soil swelling and cracking as new growth erupted beneath them.

The drowning attempt lost clean leverage.

The water Taregh tried to bury him in began to drain and shift as rivulets carved new paths through reshaped ground. Above them, fire that had once consumed bark now recoiled in widening arcs. The oppressive heat that had hung over this section of the battlefield lessened as something vast stepped into the inferno. Flames withdrew rather than raged, bending away from the presence of Darth Caedes, whose will pressed like a void in which combustion failed to persist.

The air changed.

Radiation still clung low but began thinning in pockets as transmutation spread through root and fungus beneath the soil. The metallic sting remained, yet it no longer felt inevitable.

Gerwald used the shift.

He drove his forepaws deep and surged upward instead of down, spine uncoiling with violent intent. His jaws attempted to tighten further around Taregh’s hand as he pushed, hoping to force the Inquisitor’s arm into extension. His shoulders slammed forward into Taregh’s torso as he sought to break the angle of control rather than have to endure it.

Rain hammered down around them and mud exploded outward.

Gerwald wrenched his head sideways while maintaining the bite, using the torque of his entire body rather than just his neck. If the grip failed he would be free. If it held, Taregh’s fingers would pay for it.

He surged again, claws digging for traction along armor seams and mud-slick plating, forcing the fight back toward standing height instead of submission. The primal magick in him did not fade. It roared hotter, matching stim-driven strength with something older and more savage.

Roots thickened beneath them, and Gerwald did not pull away. He bore in closer, jaws crushing and body driving forward, forcing Taregh to answer a new problem in the middle of a battlefield that no longer behaved like stable ground.

Gerwald felt the moment.

He twisted violently, not backward but sideways, using the instability of the ground and the surge of new growth beneath them. Roots burst through mud at unnatural speed thick as wrists, then thicker still. Saplings split the earth between them. The drowning angle collapsed as the terrain rose and shifted.

Gerwald would only release his bite only when the leverage broke.

He tore free in the same motion, ripping himself out of Taregh’s grasp with a surge of muscle and primal force that sent mud and water spraying outward. He did not linger to measure the damage. He did not stay to contest strength against strength.

He moved.

The wolf vanished into the violent regrowth as it surged upward around them. Vines thickened in seconds. New trunks forced their way through scorched ground. Broad leaves unfurled where moments ago there had been ash and pooled radiation-laced water. The rainforest was not merely recovering. It was accelerating.

Gerwald dropped low and cut hard left, letting the explosive growth swallow his outline. Steam, rain, and fresh greenery blurred together into a living wall. Radiation haze thinned in pockets where fungus and root transmutation had begun their quiet work, but the air still tasted sharp and wrong.

The wolf did not flee.

He repositioned.

Muscles coiled beneath dark, rain-slick fur as he moved through the newborn undergrowth without sound. His breathing slowed. The feral surge within him did not fade, but it narrowed into something patient and deliberate.

Beyond the curtain of rapid growth, Taregh remained somewhere in the rain.

Gerwald did not howl or make any noise.

He disappeared.

 

[Srina Talon]

OBJECTIVE: 1
LOCATION: Brosi (Ground)
APPEARANCE: XoXo
SO ALLIES: Gerwald Lechner | Madrona A’Mia | Mercy | Darth Caedes | Revna Marr ] Taeli Raaf Darth Prazutis | Nerralyn Raaf | Horus Rhyne | Sophia of House Marr | Spencer Varanin | "Templar" | Lysander von Ascania
TIC ENEMY: Joseph Torson

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It hurt.

Her body ached from radiation exposure that intensified with every moment she stood on the battlefield. Energy crackled around her, flaring with dark red bolts that snapped with every breath she took. The atmosphere that was pressed around her had negative effects negated by the equipment built into her armor. In fact...The radiation and environmental shielding from within the Kavacha were probably the only reasons she was standing.

Still…

It was unsettling to feel, to see, that outer layers of her skin slough off and disappear into the air like motes of dust. It was the sensation of ants crawling all over her skin in fine lines while it slowly healed, only for more to become distressed and crumble away. The closer Mercy got—The worse it became. She didn't know how the storm troopers dealt with it in their tin cans, but even her shielding was imperfect. Such was the strength of the fallout.

"Stop—"

But she barely had the word out when the larger woman punched through the wall of pressure, and her hand closed around her wrist. The lightning lashed out, unaware that the Warlord wasn't trying to hurt her. It was a force of nature, and it reacted with ferocity at being invaded because that was exactly what it was supposed to do. For a fraction of a second, Srina almost pulled away. She knew how well Mercy healed, but…

She had just wrapped her arms around a nuclear weapon. The pale Echani could see the blood rolling down from Mercy's ears because the shot she had taken in her stead had ruptured her eardrums. There was a sheer, violent, and cruel intimacy in being pulled so close when proximity made her jaw tighten from the effort it took not to scream. The way Mercy had torn through her storm like it was a curtain rather than a weapon…She was reckless. Too reckless.

"I still hunger." She growled down at the Empress, eyes for her, even as they were being shot at. "Give me more."

Of course she did.

Srina didn't respond verbally because the energy that sparked around her was already reacting. The Empress had not made the storm, no, that honor belonged to Darth Carnifex and Gerwald Lechner more than she. The diminutive Echani had merely used what they provided, and the only effort on her part revolved around bringing the storm down around the area like an electrified cage. On wrapping that immense energy around her body. She was the conductor, not the generator, which left her focus intact. It was of no surprise to her when the lightning started to fold inward, current reversing course, before it began to pour even more strength into the Titan.

Giving her all that she asked for—And then some.

She felt the radiation recoil and noted Mercy's cells rebuilding at obscene speeds. Suddenly…Some of the pain eased. She didn't understand how, but the red energy seemed to have cleansed Mercy enough that Srina could tolerate being nearby… But it was still uncomfortable.

Still a horror to behold.

It was then that she saw what the Titan was thinking in the back of her mind. It wasn't a fully formed image, but she could sense the intention clearly. The after-image of the stormtrooper that shot at her burned like a brand—And she had half a mind to object. Really? Did Mercy think she was a shockball she could just whip around?

She reached up, and two fingers touched the red-haired woman's ruined cheek, hovering just faintly, while the soldiers that surrounded them continued to fire. Either Mercy, the atmospheric wall, or the shielding in her armor blocked the worst of it…But yellow-gold eyes burned bright in the dim light. The rain was washing out the fires—Heavy, dark clouds, suffocating them. Mercy was right…They were a force to be reckoned with. Especially when they were of one mind, one goal, intent on killing off Imperial dogs.

Dirty cousins to the Faithless or not…

The Imperial Confederation carried the same hubris—The same sin of touching things that did not belong to them. The squeeze on her still-healing wrist prompted a response, touched with pain, and a deep-seated sigh.

"I hate you."

A twitch at the corner of her lips, possibly, a ghostly smirk. There and gone.

No sooner had silent agreement slipped from her before she felt hands on her person, and the world snapped sideways. Her boots left the ground. The clearing inverted around her. The camouflage system inside her armor clicked on, and she pushed the core of the storm down, compressing it inside, while the darkness made her incredibly hard to see. Weapon fire still burst around her from the burned-out tree line, and different colored streaks of light cut through the smoke and ionized rain. Her equipment reacted before her mind finished the thought, and the point-defense field burst outward to intercept the first volley in a cascade of ricochet and screaming feedback. Her actions were misinterpreted.

She was not a stationary target. It was not a shield that she had gathered around herself from the storm. It was energy coalescing. Power building—Snapping out at anything that got too close.

It was a bomb.

A violent downdraft punched into the clearing at her back, flattening smoke and embers, before that same shear of wind sent debris ahead of her at Joseph Torson and the operatives with him. Trying to obscure their vision. She raised one hand, and as it came down, the power she'd gathered erupted with brutal efficiency. The area sparked with crimson light before the multi-pronged attack burst upward from saturated soil, arcing in branching forks through the mud and dead roots. It spidered toward armored boots, forcing movement, forcing them to break formation. Even insulated plating wouldn't save them from this kind of voltage as vibrations rattled their bones.

Her body hit the earth slightly to the side of Torson in a controlled slide, boots carving through ash and wet soil, and she rose out of it with the skill of an Echani warrior. Mercy was already in motion and dropped down from the sky, right on top of them, but Srina didn't look up to confirm it. Her eyes were glued to the trooper who had fired at her not long ago.

Aiming for her belly.

It had been a clean shot—And if it weren't for Mercy, she might have been forced to see how well her armor could hold up. The Imperials seemed to have come to the foregone conclusion that the throne was weaker than the sword. They had yet to realize, or perhaps they didn't care, but the white-haired woman standing before them was both.

She reached for her hip and pulled free a semi-automatic hand cannon that was loaded with Fex-M3 armor-piercing rounds. It was a volatile neurotoxin, so she aimed for center mass instead of the head. It didn't matter where she hit them—As long as the bullets made contact. Her eyes were cold as death when she fired swiftly on one Imperial, then the next, in rapid succession. Her movements were a blur…Quick, ruthless.

She saved the one who almost shot her ( Joseph Torson ) for last.

Spoiler: Equpiment

Armour Saber Ring Ring Terentatek Body Gloves HG-54 "The Vora" Class Hand Cannon Holding Aces Popper NPC Units Drake "Vaelcryx" Unknown

Spoiler: smol summary

• Endured extreme radiation exposure while using her armor and regenerative properties in her blood to remain operational.
• Allowed Mercy to draw energy through her, amplifying the Titan instead of resisting.
• Accepted being physically thrown and used the momentum tactically rather than defensively.
• Activated armor camouflage and point-defense shielding mid-air to deflect incoming fire.
• Compressed the storm into a focused detonation state and unleashed electrified ground arcs to injure/break Imperial formation.
• Created wind shear and debris interference to disrupt visibility around Joseph Torson.
• Landed in a controlled slide near Torson and drew her hand canon w/Fex-M3 AP rounds.
• Engaged multiple Imperials (those she could see...If they're firing at her, she'll find them) with armor-piercing neurotoxin rounds.
• Intentionally saved Joseph Torson for last.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Allies: Madrona A’Mia Srina Talon Gerwald Lechner Darth Carnifex Darth Caedes Lunaria Talon Matteo Guo-Yian Mercy Revna Marr Reina Daival Spencer Varanin Darth Prazutis
Directly Engaging: The Lord of Hunger

Armor: Camlann | Equipment: Lightsaber | Shoto | Farrus Sphere containing a Misini Drake
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She calmly rose to her full height after taking the push, that golden energy still twisting around her fingers. She heard the sharp retorts from A'mia as she fired off at their opponent before she sank deep into Psilofyr and the river of power coursing through Brosi from both her own effort and Kaine's. The ground rumbled, and she could already feel the new life taking hold across the planet; wherever the Mother of Brosi and Psilofyr touched, the damage would heal. The same could not be said of the man who had joined them all in the Grove. The young ones had their own protection from the Empress's drake, wounded though it was, and their barrier had fully risen to protect against any further attacks from the Imperials while Caedes did his own work to deal with the fires. She could focus solely on their intruder then.

Amethyst eyes studied him as he seemed to find her words amusing, his reply tinged with that amusement as he repeated her statement about the damage, proclaiming that if she believed that, she was not sure about the limits of his power. Her expression didn't change as his aura flared and condensed as he drew upon something, his form bulging and growing underneath the armor. Red light pulsed across his form as some sort of jewel emerged from the center of his armored body, dripping corruption and a feeling of dread into the Force around him. Corruption that matched the diseased aspect of his own presence in the Force, of the monster he had forged himself into.

She had dealt with Sith like him before, Force users like him before if he didn't call himself Sith. Men and women who had transformed themselves into monsters in pursuit of power, stripping away everything that could be called humanity until nothing. She had always disagreed with that approach, and in her long decades, she had never been disabused of that notion. Oh, certainly, the man before was a miasma of cruelty and dark power, ready to feed upon everything and everyone. He was a monster of hunger, and as his hand rose and the energy crackling across his body flowed to that point, he knew there was only one obstacle in his way from feeding upon the power gifted to Psilofyr and A'mia, to feeding upon all of Brosi to increase his power even further. He just had to remove her, and he could slake his appetite, to temporarily stave off the hunger he thought was making him stronger and stronger... but she knew the truth.

A question: How should one deal with a creature that only knew hunger?

An answer: You took away their ability to feed entirely.

Black and white lightning erupted from his outstretched hand, the screams and wails of his victims echoing from it, directly at her. She could feel how powerful it was as it arced towards her, but she was no slouch when it came to Force Lighting herself. She could respond in kind, unleashing her own torrent of hatred at the man... but that would be counterproductive.

The man of hunger would likely be pleased that it would appear she didn't react fast enough as his lightning arced and danced across her body and armor, her body shaking and her pain instantly filling the Force. But even as she was subjected to his lightning, her hands rose up, that same golden energy twisting around them...

And she would use her command of the Force to grasp ahold of the lightning blasting across her body, to the connection he had so helpfully forged between them as he directed his malice at her. He might know of her, know about her reputation as a Sith, but that was merely part of who she was. She was so much more than Darth Arcanix, the Lady of Secrets, the Mother of Monsters, Dark Councilor. She didn't just wield the dark side... she had long taken to heart a lesson: to understand the great mystery, one must understand and utilize all of its aspects.

From her hands grasping the lightning, her body would slowly stop convulsing and shaking as that golden light surged back across that connection, reaching out and around him. "I... don't remember... caring enough to ask," she replied as the light side flowed through her, amethyst eyes glowing amidst the gloom in the Grove. The golden energy twisting around and towards him, surging to pass through him and his ethereal soul, would be almost acting to cage him, to start stripping away everything he held dear as she sought to sever him from the Force piece by piece.

 

[Ronhar Tane]

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

The Mahporeem Imperial Remnant's evacuation of the planet Brosi was proceeding as planned.

With Darth Caedes and the rest of the Sith forces preoccupied with trying to save the World Tree, Imperial forces were able to make a relatively clean getaway, free from coordinated Sith assaults on their retreating column of organic and mechanical units. Of course, it wasn't as if the Sith really needed to attack the remaining Mahporeenian forces, since by this point, they no longer proved a threat to the assembled Sith horde. Ronhar's army had finally reached that magic number: 40% of all involved units having been killed, injured, or gone missing. Even if the Imperials were able to continue fighting, Mahporeem was very much not.

The remaining units quickly clambered aboard the waiting Von Strauss-class cargo ships, preparing to break atmosphere and flee the planet once and for all. The loading process went surprisingly quickly, considering that they know had far less men and material coming aboard than they had had when they initially landed on the planet. Barring the occasional stray Sithspawn that had coincidentally made its way to the landing site, the Imperial Remnant task force managed to lift off with little to no resistance, and began making final calculations to leave this accursed world once and for all!

Of course, the Imperial Remnant didn't wish to seem ungrateful for all of the hospitality that the Sith had shown them, and decided to leave a little parting gift before they left. The circling Lambda-class YT-1760 Annihilators and TIE/ews, no longer concerned with accidentally hitting friendly forces, began dropping the remainder of their chemical arsenal directly onto the World Tree. Mk II Viral Bombs filled with Noxinium A raining down from aboard, exploding not on the planet's surface but instead directly on top of the World Tree itself. Considering that Noxinium A was a naturally heavy type of gas, it would fall down to the ground all on its own, and a sickly yellow cloud began to envelop the top of the World Tree. The Imperial Remnant had to concede that they wouldn't be able to kill the World Tree, but perhaps at the very least, they could at least sicken it to the point that it would be more of a liability than an asset to the Sith.

Soon, even these remaining spacecraft made their jump into hyperspace, leaving the air around the World Tree eerily quiet and devoid of all sound save for that of the rain and the burning fires. Thousands of dead soldiers and destroyed droids littered every inch of Brosi's surfaces, along with hundreds of wrecked vehicles, many of which were actively leaking all manners of harmful chemicals and fuels directly into Broi's soils. All that remained now were the remains of the Imperial Remnant's army, the surviving Sith forces, and a single gunship that had deliberately decided to stay behind for the time being.

The MIN Night Reaver, the personal gunship of Ronhar Tane and Reclaimer Squad, had volunteered to undergo an exceptionally important mission. Through the evacuations, it had been noticed that a certain Imperial General, FN-999 (restored) , had failed to check in, and was currently considered MIA at best and KIA at worst. It was the Night Reaver's job to find him, or more likely his body, and return it back to Imperial held territory. Assuming their was any body left to find, the Night Reaver would be doing exactly that, silently stalking its way through the skies of Brosi as it carried out its most important of missions...

TAGS:
Darth Caedes
The Lord of Hunger
FN-999 (restored)
Anyone trying to save the World Tree!​

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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

 

[Horus Rhyne]

Direct Ally Tag: [SO]: Sophia of House Marr | Nerralyn Raaf

Distant Ally Tag: [SO]: Taeli Raaf | Gerwald Lechner | Darth Carnifex | Madrona A’Mia | Darth Prazutis | Srina Talon | Darth Caedes | Revna Marr | Spencer Varanin | Eira Dyn | "Templar" | Lirka Ka
Direct Enemy Tag: [TIC ] - FN-999 (restored)
Location: Brosi
Objective: I

He enjoyed watching Sophia fight.

So much power behind every attack. She didn't hold back, ever, which was magnificent to behold. It was a rarity that he got to see it, it was the main reason why he didn't immediately follow into the attack with her. The stormtrooper seemed to have forgotten he was there entirely, which seemed deeply foolish, but Horus didn't expect much from Imperials.

Their entire doctrine was about slavish devotion to a cause that had been defeated even before the Gulag Plague.

You couldn't expect too much from them.

His hand reached out lazily and squeezed into a fist.

This was something that non-forcers never understood, not in a million years. They could drug themselves up. They could wear layers on layers of armor. They could develop weapons of mass destruction.

But they could never match something that was invisible and limited only by your own creativity.

With his right arm, he swung out in a wide arc, the blade gaining momentum rapidly as it progressed. The arc curved upwards, terminating in a decapitation strike intended to slice her exposed neck clean off. While the blow could be predicted from a mile away, the strength carried in his muscular arm combined with the velocity of his sprint gave the blade immense force, enough to cut through solid titanium.

From his left arm, he sliced in a smaller, more conservative downward arc aiming towards her lower thighs. This blow was quicker but less powerful, intended not to deal damage to her likely armored legs but to knock her off balance, leaving her vulnerable to a followup strike even if she evaded or otherwise blocked the decapitation blow.

All of a sudden two things happened, where the blades were meant to cut through Sophia, instead it was deflected away. At the same time an unyielding force moved to clamp down on the stormtrooper. Where the old general could cut through titanium, this was the mass of the stars bearing down on him to arrest his movements entirely and leave him exposed to Sophia for a killing shot.

"Let's get this over with, dearheart." Horus said bored as he watched on. "Surely there must be more impressive specimens among them. Preferably those with actual power."

 

[Revna Marr]

Objective One
Location: Back At/Near the World Tree
Gear: Armor, Lightsaber
Direct SO Ally Tags: Lunaria Talon
Other SO Tags: Srina Talon // Gerwald Lechner // Darth Carnifex // Darth Prazutis // Matteo Guo-Yian // Taeli Raaf // Madrona A’Mia // Darth Caedes // Mercy // Spencer Varanin
Other Tags: The Lord of Hunger (You can run but you can't hide)
Enemies: TIC Forces​

Revna was aware that this creature before her was tolerating her words. The tilt to his head, and the mirthless chuckle that passed through his mask was not lost on her. He took her words and rejected them as quickly as possible - but it didn’t bother her too much. She had been around prideful and arrogant Sith enough in her short time frame amongst their lot, to know just another run of the mill Sith who thought he was above and better than all the rest.

If she had a credit for every Sith who thought or felt that way - she’d have had enough to outshine even her own family’s hoard.

He shrugged at her, seemingly disappointed or indifferent. The gesture meant nothing to her; she wasn’t here to gain his acceptance or approval - she didn’t need nor want it. She didn’t need acceptance or approval from anyone; if he thought she was going to cry ugly tears or bow and blubber at his feet, he was sorely mistaken.

Revna Marr didn’t kneel to anyone, not her Master, not her betrothed - not even to the Empress herself. It seemed to be a distinctly Marr trait.

As the moments unfolded, and the missiles were fired and either found their marks or were accounted for, the Lord of Hunger would come to realize that he had made a mistake: he had underestimated her. He had called her small, considered her a non-threat, he even thought he could offer her something to make her greater than what she already was.

But Revna Marr was beyond what he thought she was - and in the moment that she consumed the energy of the missile bound for the Tree and turned it back on him, he recognized his folly.

Two of the droid servants tried to either shield the Lord of Hunger from the worst of the energetic blast and undiluted radiation that Revna redirected back at him, and two more that were attempting to leave the area were flung with extreme violence against trees that shattered or were shredded by the energy. She felt a pang of sadness for the devastation she unleashed in her area of the forest - watching with the grim expression that Death might have as it reaped the lives of the guilty and the innocent. Her tether to Psilofyr allowed her to pour her own essence and energy back into it, an offering of recompense for the damage she caused to cast her foe away - to teach him a lesson in hubris.

Not that it would cling to him.

Her foe, who had sought to manipulate or worm his way into her mind and toy with her, tried too late to brace for impact. Revna watched with some degree of satisfaction and he was struck full force by the redirected missile energy, his armor damaged in places as his body was flung into the jungle behind him.

Revna expected more from him. Expected retaliation, expected a fight - as he had told her that he would “kill her” should she bare her fangs against him.

Instead - he answered her by opening up a portal behind him, and stepping through it and disappearing from her sight. He had fled.

Coward - Revna scoffed coldly to herself before blackened eyes turned to regard the area of forest left in the wake of her attack against her opponent. Black tendrils of the Void snaked outwards towards the scattered remains of his droids, and leeched away whatever energy remained in them.

As Revna quietly returned to the ground, she cast a mental message to those who were tethered to her mind - namely A’Mia and Srina:

-He has fled from me. I know not where. Be alert, I do believe he is seeking after ‘weaker’ prey-​

Revna closed her eyes briefly and withdrew the seething Hunger that coursed through her veins; it took much of her strength and her concentration in the moment, a battle of wills - as it always was - but the Void obeyed her demand. Fire returned to her eyes where cold nothingness had been only moments prior. She was about to withdraw herself from Psilofyr, when she felt a ripple through the Force - unlike anything she had felt before.

A heartbeat later, Revna’s body seized as her eyes went wide with shock, then she went impossibly still.

Her consciousness was ripped away from her, replaced by flashing images and a swell of power that outshined anything she had ever felt through the Force, ever. Visions of the past, the present, and a future yet to be unveiled danced before her mind’s eye, and she flowed along a river - no - veins of something far greater than she was…something greater than any of them were. Voices of the past, present, and future melding together into one whispering voice that drove her to the point of madness and she wanted to scream, wrench herself away - yet she was unable to move, unable to think for herself.

All she could do in that moment was endure.

But she wasn’t enough; she could feel herself ebbing away, flowing into the very river of the Force that seemed to be carrying her along with it. She was so enraptured by it that she didn’t care, in the moment. Ecstasy replaced her alarm, her fear, and for a moment Revna was lost in the throes as the Wellspring was unleashed upon Brosi, and the vast expanse of the Cosmic Force surged through the planet’s veins.

The same veins she was directly connected to.

But she wasn’t alone here. Someone else was there with her, experiencing this moment too.

A’Mia.

It was like they collided together for a moment, her consciousness - no, her soul - whipping around her comrade and in a strange twist that she didn’t understand…she saw their soul strands intertwined and become one with her friend as they were lost in the river together.

White noise, or perhaps the lack thereof, began to fill the little Sith’s mind. Awareness of who she was, what she was, where she was, and all that she could be…was beginning to fade away. Nothing mattered any more in the moment, just the Wellspring and this cosmic bond that sought to pull her in deeper.

Then, piercing through that veil, that moment, was a presence that she knew all too well. The same presence that pulled her back from the cold hunger of the Void the first time it had manifested within her.

Caedes. He was here!

Like a whiplash, Revna suddenly remembered her place - everyone that was counting on her, those that needed her. With great effort, more than what she thought she had, she pulled away and reached out to grip that singular thread that would ground her in reality. The moment she grasped it, was the moment her awareness slammed back into her, and she came back to find herself on her knees on the forest floor, gasping for air inside of her mask. She was dazed, rattled by the experience she had just had, and still didn’t have a clue as to what had just happened.

Clarity returned to her with each passing heartbeat, and she remembered where she was. She needed to return to her allies, to help where she could. They needed her now.

Revna pushed herself up off the ruined ground and steadied herself for a moment, before she made the call for her drake. She hoped the female battle drake still lived, and for one dreadful moment she thought that maybe the battle in the air and on the ground had claimed her mount, but wings soon fell over as the creature landed nearby - scores of wounds riddling her draconic body. There was no time to reconnect, however; Revna, still trembling from her experience, clambered aboard and sent her drake back up into the sky and made haste for the Tree which was now burning - though efforts were clearly underway to shield it further from damage and harm.

The closer she came, the more the scenes unfolded before her. The Imperials had fought hard and valiantly to take the Tree from the Sith - and the Sith had done their very best to ward them off, meeting violence with equal ferocity. Revna’s soul ached for the damage that had been done against Brosi, against Psilofyr…against A’Mia. But they still had a war to wage, and down below she could see efforts underway to build a dome, a shield. Revna spied Srina’s drake down below, near to other figures, one of which had silvery hair… Was Srina the one down there, doing some sort of ritual? Revna could aid her, that much she knew.

Her drake banked and angled itself in, folding her somewhat damaged wings in opening them to land near to the other battle drake that Srina had been astride earlier in the battle. Revna didn’t hesitate; she all but flung herself out of the saddle and hit the ground with focus on the one who seemed to be holding a staff, other beings nearby aiding her.

Upon approach however, the raven haired woman realized that it wasn’t Srina - but someone who looked a lot like her. She tilted her head curiously, eyes narrowing behind her mask, but there was no time for pondering or questions. Whoever this was, was struggling under the weight and heavy demand of the ritual at play. The dome of protection was holding, but barely.

Beyond, the Vahla woman could feel the sickening aura of the one who had fled from her earlier, and dark scowl crossed her face. He was here?! She had half a mind to find him and rip him asunder - but mixed amongst the powerful whirlwind of power and sorcery being released by so many powerful Sith in a relatively small area - she could feel the unmistakable presence of Taeli Raaf, along with A'Mia. So he thought he could go after the source and try his luck there? She almost pitied him, almost.

A surge of power tainted the Dark Side, and Revna had to avert her gaze as she felt the burn of the Light Side. She was far enough away from its presence that it did not have too much effect on her, but the Void within stirred in a manner that was most displeased. Now that was interesting... something to take note for later study or discussion, but for now she had something else to focus on, and she wasted no further time.

Revna stepped in towards the one holding a staff like a black shadow, a whisper of darkness, raw chilling power radiating from her in waves - though she was hardly aware of it herself, or how it may come across to others who did not know her. From the staff, Revna felt the unmistakable presence of the Emperor, Darth Empyrean. She didn’t understand what sorcery was at play here, but the pale haired young woman holding the staff looked eerily similar. Her quick mind was able to piece together a bit of the puzzle: was this a hidden scion of Empyrean and Srina? A child? A daughter...?

"Dari nindz nairi ki, chori kinisirsa. Nu tuti a âtinizi iw ri Naishas Wisosûtira." Revna stated in High Sith to the silvered haired young woman, a calculated decision made in the moment, before she spoke once again in Basic as she glanced between the pale haired girl and her other companion. “I am here to aid you. I have more than enough energy to sustain you as you feed this ritual, take all you need from me. Do not stop under any circumstance.” Revna then offered a hand to the pale haired young woman, opening herself up to be a conduit, ready and willing to give whatever was needed or required in further defense of Brosi and Psilofyr.​

 

[Amni Kazda]

Battle Armor
Kitty

Amni continued to charge towards the Sith Lord her mind was filled with anger and rage. As much as Amni wanted to set aside those intense emotions because it invited that damned Force Spawn. She had to admit that it was all she had at this point in her life. Being a soldier for the Empire had bought her nothing but pain and loss. Her friends either dying in her arms or blowing up in front of her with bits and pieces of them splattered on her armor. What was worse, was that Amni didn't remember her life before she enlisted in the Stormtrooper corps. Just fragments, images of an old man with gray lips smiling sadly as he gently placed his hand on her shoulder. A room with a brown door decorated with drawn pictures of bunnies, rainbows, Unicorns, and an Overton window overlooking a mass grassy field.

Why did she forget? Were these memories so drenched in nostalgia that it overrode a dark secret. Given her cynicism it was likely, but Amni deserved the right to know. Snapping back into reality, Amni duck and dodged the lightning attempts with her blinding Force Speed. She ran as fast as a Starfighter and unleashed more magic infused projectiles towards her.

The earth below her cracked and began to split apart but Amni didn't care. She just wanted to get rid of this infernal Sith Lord. "THE ONLY THING THAT YOUR KIND WILL ANSWER TO IS VIOLENCE!" Amni spoke but it wasn't her voice. The voice taking over was more gravely and dark as if a demon was speaking through her. "AND YOU WILL RECIEVE IT!"

"NO!!!!!" While she was running, Amni's body twisted and turned flames erupted around her and a large Force spawn appeared.

"YOU WILL DIE BY MY HAND SITH!" The Forcespawn roared.

Eira Dyn

 

[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 projectiles from the sword attacks went over Eira's head as she was low to the ground. Ones that attempted to get close to her were the ones exploded by the whistling birds. Eira watched as the imperial dodged and weaved through her attacks with speed that came from the Force. It was information and Eira was grateful to know what information more she could get on this imperial. And it wasn't long until she was gathering more information from the imperial. A transformation into something more demonic, something clearly Sithspawn in origin. Curious to see someone who was made stronger by the Sith desire to fight and kill their creators.

Demonstrate too much freedom given to them.

Pooling the Force in her body to her legs, Eira was aiming to give a mix of strengthening her body and physical strength while also increasing the speed at which Eira could move. She launched off the ground and clenching her fist in the crushgauntlet, Eira threw a powerful punch aimed directly at the solar plexus. The power to force when a terentatek flying back. Eira did not need Sithspawn DNA to be strong. She did not need others to change her, corrupt her body and force her to be something else to be strong.

Eira was powerful as she was and only getting more powerful.

"You talk far too much. And it is all cheap." Eira growled deeply. "You have failed and I am not even a Sith Lord." She mocked. Demonstrating that someone else being here, someone like her Master or any of the Sith Lords in the upper ranks of the Order would have finished this fight before it even began.

Breathing in deeply, Eira used the Force Speed to begin sending rapid punches towards Amni. She was going to overwhelm and destroy the confidence this Sithspawn falsely held. Death was not coming for Eira today, but she was sending it a gift from herself.

 

[Joseph Torson]

S E C O N D_C O M I N G
Objective I : Timber

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
BROSI, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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Spoiler: Gear

• Pseudosonic Beam Rifle [1]
• KXV-VBS-01A 'Streiter' Vibroblade [1]
• AAF-8 Scattergun [1]
• Rhydonium Grenades [5]
• Mk II Viral Bombs [3]
• Zsinj-pattern Commando Armor Mark I [w/Jetpack + Service Droid]

Spoiler: Accompanying Forces

• Imperial Assault Gunship [0/1]
• Red Right Hand Operatives [15/36]

Torson lowered his rifle to see if he had struck Srina, he was surprised to see Mercy with her eyes and ears bleeding as she laughed like a manic relishing the pain. It was a display of sheer evil and chaos that only disgusted Torson and strengthened his resolve to see this mission successfully carried out. He raised his rifle to fire another shot at Mercy but he didn't have the time to pull the trigger as the Sith Lady smashed the ground from above triggering another Seismic event that caused the earth to shake and for rock fragments to strike at his formation with Torson getting thrown off his feet in the process.

As the Imperials tried to recover from the attack, to Sith Ladies pressed on with their counterattack with Srina being thrown towards the Imperial formation, crashing in the middle of Torson's operatives and immediately moving in against them first temporarily blinding them with debris and then paralyzing them with streaks of red lightning courtesy of the Sith Empress. With his men further disoriented the two Sith pounced with Talon firing armor-piercing nerotoxic rounds that immediately took out many operatives while Mercy leaped up and descended towards Torson.

At this point Torson was having none of it. "Take care of the Empress. I got the crazy Sith." he said before using his jetpack to rapidly propel himself upwards at a great speed with the intent of tackling Mercy midair and using his momentum and speed from his jetpack to keep Mercy in his grip before releasing her at the last second sending her flying back towards a large tree at the distance. Once Mercy was sent flying back towards the tree the Special Forces operative would grab a single Viral Bomb containing the necrotic virus known as Aorth-6 and threw it towards Mercy, using his jetpack to rapidly create distance between himself and Mercy before it would detonate.

Meanwhile back on the ground, the remainder of Torson's men quickly retaliated against the Sith Empress. Her movements were quick and ruthless but they were still Special Forces operatives. It wasn't long before they managed to start tracking the Sith Empress's movements and fight back using the dead foliage and rock fragment as cover as they returned fire with everything they had. Acid Rifles, Scatterguns, Heavy Rotary Blasters, Rocket Launchers, Flamethrowers and both Rhydonium and Viral Grenades, nothing was spared as the Red Right Hand moved to contain their target now that she had been separated from her partner.

Tags [Targets] | Srina Talon | Mercy ​

 

[Sophia of House Marr]

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Direct Ally Tag: [SO]: Nerralyn Raaf + Horus Rhyne
Distant Ally Tag: [SO]: Taeli Raaf | Gerwald Lechner | Darth Carnifex Madrona A’Mia | Mercy | Darth Prazutis | Srina Talon | Darth Caedes | Revna Marr | Spencer Varanin | "Templar" | Lirka Ka | Reina Daival
Enemy Tag: [TIC ] - FN-999 (restored)
Location: Brosi [Just Outside Fireball Radius]
NPC's: Ravenscars | Geists | Vheh'Ramikad
Objective: Objective I

| Robes | - | Red Lightsaber | - | Cool Whip | - | Enviro-Shield Generator |
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Quote of the Moment:
"...If this is your last stand, you should really stand somewhere else..."
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He was better than she'd expected.

How annoying.

Her attacks should have sent him ass over elbow, but he was smart enough to get rid of the flamethrower, swift enough, not to get flattened by tree trunks and hunks of smoldering durasteel. Sophia had gone into this fight thinking she would peel him like an orange, but he had some fire in him. Some kind of training or determination that gave the musty vibe of old man discipline.

She pivoted back on the ball of her foot while he slashed at her, scowling, because she could feel the air part where the vibroblade should have found her throat. It was too close for no reason other than the fact that he had rudely invaded her space. Of course, Imperial scum had no etiquette. Boorish brutes obsessed with…What? What did they stand for again? Why were they even on Brosi at all? Sophia, didn't understand…

Unless the goal was just to piss them off.

In which case…Goals met. Huzzah, flawless victory. The Order was full of warring misfits that rarely got along, save for when some dipchit with delusions of grandeur decided to get uppity. Then…Things shifted. All at once. No longer did they prey on one another like violent beasts. They turned their anger, their ambition, and their hate toward a common foe as demons possessed.

The Imperial Confederation, audacity intact, was that enemy. The one that all their glowing, corrupted eyes turned toward when the lights went out, murderous, and still ticked from the crap the Galactic Empire pulled on with the Blackwall. They were kicking the proverbial hornet's nest, and none of their people, not even generals, seemed to know what that meant aside from catching some strays.

They didn't realize that their actions UNITED the Sith.

There was no greater sin, no bigger mistake, than forcing them to work together.

Her gaze narrowed when the strikes ran low and skimmed against her greave in a shower of sparks. It causes her to step back again, adjusting, while the scent of chem in the air was overpowering the filters in her armor. The enviro-shielding she wore was of great use…But it had its limits, just like anything else. The forest groaned from somewhere far away, roots shifting, while she did her best to stay just partial seconds ahead to keep from being shish kabob'd. He had her on the defensive, for now, and it would have remained that way save for sudden and immediate intervention. Horus was always there…His presence was always at her back…Like a wall she could lean on without needing to look, softness, to lay her head.

A strength that never broke.

The stormtrooper would meet resistance that wasn't hers.

There was a shift in gravity that was subtle, barely there, for a flatscan non-sensitive. To Sophia, it was unmistakable. The air thickened, and the tell-tale hum of vibroblades faltered mid-arc. Muscles strained against something that did not yield. She didn't look back at the handsome creature because she felt him, her Horus, and his sly over-protective nature. She exhaled slowly…

Only to lean into the blades.

Way too close.

It was her trust in Horus Rhyne that made it possible to breathe easy when a vibroblade hovered just a millimeter away from her collar. She pressed close, not enough to cut, but just enough to feel the stuttering vibration from the weapon shiver. It was an acknowledgement, perhaps a death wish, but a statement all the same. "You might have had me, you know…"

It wasn't her sing-song mockery, now.

Rain traced down her cheek, and smoke drifted low across the clearing. She could still feel things unraveling, panic and fear, spreading like oil on water. Her hands rose to hover just on either side of his helmet, and the red energy that she emitted seemed to flow in curls of smoke. It carried whispers, little secrets, beguiling and full of ruin…

"Aren't you tired?"

It would be so easy for him to stop, to lay down arms, and find relief with the knowledge that he came pretty close to smacking her down. Close…Just wasn't good enough. He had done his part. He had spared as many of his men as he could. He had sacrificed…Did he not deserve to close his eyes? Had he not earned his rest? On and on, the whispers needled him, slipping beneath the subconscious in peaceful waves. "You shouldn't have come back after what we did to you the last time…Because now…I can't let you go."

Men like this…They learned. They adapted. Eventually, they would get it right. Her jaw tightened briefly at the memory of Horus bleeding out in her arms. Fragments of void-bullets in his chest. Hours of desperation, of pouring her energy into him, while it slipped away as if she was pouring it into a sieve. Sophia didn't let her anger flare, but it was only barely contained while rose-red eyes seemed to burrow into his skull. He would see it in his nightmares, those eyes, in his waking hours—In the moment of his death.

"…I don't care about this backwater rock. Your people…You tried to take everything from me."

One breath, she was close enough to murmur sweet nothings. The next…She was gone.

So were the whispers.

Sophia turned on her heel in a whirling dervish of raven hair, and crimson energy bled faintly along the seams of her armor as momentum built. She didn't scream, didn't roar, there was nothing flashy about it…Just compressed, violent intent. Her footing made itself sure in the muck before a spinning kick, aimed dead center at his breastplate, snapped out without warning. The little princess didn't know his ribs had been compromised earlier, not that it would have changed things, and she intended the Force to detonate at the point of impact.

It would make the crushing grip Horus had on him slip if it hit, but it would also make her point if the old man didn't just keel over and die. That would have been considerate, really, and respectful toward her time. She had meant every word.

Sophia couldn't let him go.

She could hear Horus Rhyne distantly and suddenly became aware of the sound of blood rushing in her ears. His words prompted her forward…He was right, though of course, she couldn't let him know that. Her head turned toward him slightly, and she gave him a petulant whine while her stance straightened from the kick. There was an impetuous little bounce before her sweet voice rose half an octave…Used to getting exactly what she wanted.

"Don't rush me, Horus...Jeeze. You never let me have any fun at all."

A small foot stomp. How rude.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Exhaling, the Dark Lord turned away from the blackened lake. His part had been fulfilled. Awaiting Him was the Supreme Prophet and His apprentice. Isolda inclined her head at His approach, and then turned away and walked away. The Prophet often moved where she wished when she wished, and the Dark Lord had no desire to ever impede her. His gaze instead fell to His apprentice, who had successfully ascended the tree after her fight with the Imperials.

He reached out, fingers lightly splayed, and let it rest against the top of her head palm down. It was an oddly familial gesture coming from someone as deplorable and tyrannical as He, but even with all of that darkness it was evident that He was giving her a mild form of praise.

"You did well, apprentice. As your power grows, so too shall your command over the Dark Side. We will work on this together."

He then removed His hand, never letting it linger for too long. An overindulgence of praise would be spoiling, and the Dark Lord had no intention of enabling such a thing. All around the tree, the battle continued albeit at a swiftly lessening pace. The Sith forces were numerous, and the Imperials were virtually in total rout. All that remained was to mop up the lingering dregs and ensure Great Psilofyr would recover. That was something He would leave to others, it was not His business.

"Come, there are more yet to drive back. We shall have out fill of these mongrel's cries by nightfall."

Reina Daival ​

 

[Mercy]

ALLIES: Taeli Raaf | Madrona A’Mia | Gerwald Lechner | Darth Carnifex | Darth Caedes | Revna Marr | Lysander von Ascania
DIRECT ALLIES: Srina Talon
DIRECT ENEMIES: Joseph Torson

"I hate you."

Mercy smirked. "Oh, you love me, you just can't admit it yet." The large woman drawled with smugness.

Before using his jetpack to rapidly propel himself upwards at a great speed with the intent of tackling Mercy midair and using his momentum and speed from his jetpack to keep Mercy in his grip

It surprised her how often people tried to grapple her.

They saw a mountain, less a woman, who created earthquakes with her landings and decided for some reason that the best approach was to grab hold of her and do... something. Torson managed to slam into Mercy, so far so good, but after that his plans went horribly... wrong. Mercy cackled as her own arms snatched around his frame and squeezed with inhumane force that could shatter duracrete.

"Got you now." She hissed as her hands began to carve through his jetpack as if it was made of paper. Ripping out critical machinery and suddenly they went from flying to falling... yet Mercy didn't stop holding onto him.

Without a jetpack to propel him forward he'd have difficulty making any maneuvers.

That is when her head smashed into his visor.

Any normal head would have shattered at impact. But this was Mercy and Mercy was thick-headed at the best of days. Her head was like beskar as she attempted to fracture and then finally break through his helmet while her hands, began to tear through his armor. Even as it came down, she was bleeding, but it didn't seem to faze her at all.

Considering the blood-speckled laughter Mercy seemed to be having the time of her life.

He'd pay dearly to get out of her grasp... now that Torson had maneuvered himself into it.

Mercy had landed near Srina, so even as she was attacked, some of them hit the large mountain next to her instead. It didn't slow her down, even as her flesh began to get slick with blood.

Hers? His? Mercy didn't care.

She reached for her hip and pulled free a semi-automatic hand cannon that was loaded with Fex-M3 armor-piercing rounds. It was a volatile neurotoxin, so she aimed for center mass instead of the head. It didn't matter where she hit them—As long as the bullets made contact. Her eyes were cold as death when she fired swiftly on one Imperial, then the next, in rapid succession. Her movements were a blur…Quick, ruthless.

From the corner of her eye, she saw how Srina was gunning down Imperial after Imperial.

"Crack shot, eh?" She called out, joyous, loving every moment of the slaughter. "Let me tell you about my sniper range some time."

 

[Reina Daival]

Direct tag: Darth Carnifex
Objective:

The Ersansyr had reflexively flinched as He reached his hand out to her. Physical affection was a rarity for her, with there being few in her life that had given it to her. So was there any surprise that her first response was to flinch away, expecting to be punished in some way? Pain was one of the main things she knew in the first place, even as the side of her face ached and bled from the strike she had taken before being thrown off the tree.

Yet instead what she was met with was...praise. Something she hadn't been expecting. Had she truly done well? He didn't seem like the kind to give false praise. Or perhaps that was why so many people followed him. Because he had caused them to believe in him from so many false promises and actions. Yet she once again tried to dismiss that thought from her mind, instead bringing her gaze up slowly to look up at Him.

"...Thank you, Master."

With that however, it was about to be time for her to head back to the killing. So much killing. So much blood. It was something that would weigh on her for much time to come, even if she believed herself to be in the right. In fact, especially because she believed herself to be in the right. She knew there was a chance that she wasn't. That she was justifying all of this. But that could come later. For now, it was time to go back to do what she did best.​

 

[Amni Kazda]

Demon Form
Kitty


"SITH OR NOT!" The Forcespawn spat at the armored figure. "I RIP THE FLESH FROM YOUR BONES AND BATHE IN YOUR BLOOD!"

"Frack!" Amni once again was trapped in her own body aware of her surroundings but was not in control. This was what she feared when the monster took over. It had tremendous power and insane bloodlust. The worst part was that the thing had a mind of its own and craved bloodshed. As a soldier, Amni always chose action over diplomacy but unlike the monster, she knew when to restrain herself. This monster was unfettered willing to trap Amni in her own mind while it began its rampage.

Amni clenched her fists a mix of anger and fear filling her body. Once the beast takes over, there was no coming back, all Amni could do was watch and wait for an opportunity to retake her body. The monster howled at the armored warrior and performed a slash attack that was powerful enough to slice the tree in half and hopefully taking the armored knight with it.

Eira Dyn

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Master and Apprentice moved as one, each tied to one another inseparably.

One to embody the power and the other to crave it. For power untested would dull, and hunger without guidance would devour itself. He strode forward without pause, certain she would follow. Their path, even among the wreckage of the Imperial's assault and laden with fire and smoke, had never been more clear. The Dark Side shone through them, the unlight of ravenous power illuminating their every action.

He was the sword and she the dirk. Where He struck, felling foes by sheer magnitude of force, she pierced through with precise surety. So many were focused on Him, the unwavering violence of His very presence, that they failed to see that which swam in the wake of His shadow.

Until it was far too late.

Reina Daival ​

 

[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

He watched with a surprising calm in his atrociously inhuman eyes at the pain the Mistress of Creation, the Lady of Secrets; Darth Arcanix was seemingly enduring under the onslaught of his force lightning, which by all accounts must've been not just overwhelming, but utterly terrifying to any normal Sith Lord, but it was there that the Lord of Hunger had made his mistake. In all his arrogance, he had not once, but twice on a single day underestimated his opponent, underestimated the lengths to which these 'children' as he called them were willing to go just to stop the Imperial Confederation, but perhaps also Him in particular.

His eyes squinted slightly when somehow, the woman managed to grab hold of his unholy lightning, spreading this godawful golden light which both intrigued and disturbed the being, for deep down in his core he not just felt, but KNEW he had made a mistake. This woman, Taeli Raaf was by all accounts just a sith, one with great knowledge and skill, but he had not realized that she had access to the things he had sought out the most: force powers which seemed to be exclusively hidden within the minds of those who adhered to the light. he had only heard about this power, had only read about it in some obscure transcripts he managed to get his hands on, but unlike reading about it, to actually know and experience it was a different thing.

He could feel the light radiating him, smothering him, burning him. His mind was racing, a feeling of dread and despair washing over him as he couldn't do anything but feel a pain coursing through his entire body. His armor attempted to mitigate the rising heartbeat, the increasing bloodpressure and tension by injecting large quantities of painkillers into his system, but it didn't work. He could feel his very core being ripped apart, his abominable soul threshing in agony underneath the skin, underneath the armo, beneath that soulcrushing golden light.

Yet the Lord of Hunger was not the only being within that form, for the semisentient parasite within him roiled and roared in agony as well, feeling its host weaken and somhow understanding the utter agitation and complete devastation the success of this technique would mean for both. Instrinctively, the parasite wriggled underneath the skin, through musclefiber and bone, suddenly jutting out like large semi-liquid tendrils with great viscosity. While the Lord of Hunger roared in anger, pain and defiance, he reached for his chest, as the light of the force sever continued to strip away his very being until...

The tendrils of the parasite hardened and slammed into the jewel which had manifested earlier, a shudder running through both the tendrils and the man who had been subject to the force sever. A massive blast of unfiltered power, unified and undivided force power brought forth by the souls held captive for millenia within the Vele Jivanikas Jewel burst outward a bubble of hundreds of souls of all walks in life wailing in agony, laughing in utter madness, roaring in rage, and some seemingly more accepting of their fate became visible to the naked eye.

In that moment, that infantesimal blink in the passing of time, the golden light was not fought against, but entirely overwhelmed, made part of the whole, devoured and digested, what rose from the pain and suffering, the fusion between the ancient artifact and the monster who had kept it by their heart for so long, was a strangely similar looking, but entirely different feeling Lord of Hunger. Taeli Raaf , Revna Marr they had both succeeded in something he could not succeed on his own in. They had pushed him, they had forced him and hurt him, they had brought him to an existential crisis, a moment in time where everything rested on a single action, a single decision. It was not the Lord of Hunger who made the decision, but the very parasitical virus within him which had deducted the jewel held more power in the force than the Lord of Hunger could possibly contain, but it also meant a supply of what the parasite needed most, in a desperate gamble, the semi-sentient parasitical virus had shattered the effect of the force sever, binding and fusing the vele Jivanikas Jewel and the Lord of Hunger together.

The aura of dread returned, the surge in power, in presence within the force unmistakably still that of the Lord of Hunger, but much denser, more matured and overwhelming. This was the current, absolute zenith of power he could display and contain, but He knew that despite the jewel having fused with him, even as its power seemed to dominate over the effect of the Force Sever, if he did not use this moment wisely, he'd probably be taken by surprise again.

"You have surprised me, you have forced me to evolve, to grow beyond my limits...for that you have my thanks," Raising his strange gauntleted hand in the air, he held open this hand, the same strange lightning from before forming into his hand, before he instantly clenched this hand into a fist and it would not be a single blast of lightning, not a torrent of a streak, but practically a storm, a massive, unyielding and ever growing net of splitting and ever replicating lightning streaks emerging from his held up hand, charring, scarring and devouring. "Now witness your handywork...witness the theory of evolution be brought into reality."