THE SERPENT'S FANGS [Open To All]

[Darth Hauntruss]

[THREAD IS OPEN TO ALL OPPOSED OR ALLIED, LET'S HAVE SOME DARK FUN]​

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Aboard the Sith Star Destroyer Tormentor
Sith Inquisition Fleet

In the ethereal realms of hyperspace a horde of Ziost Heavy Carriers carrying legions of poisoned and possessed Sith Troopers bound by their collective souls to their dark master traverse across the stars. Surrounding each ship was a putrid malevolence of ancient design and cryptic power, such power that only the centuries old reborn Sith doom known as Darth Hauntruss could provide.

The architect of shadows herself was rested in her armoured meditation capsule mounted just below the command bridge of her Sith Star Destroyer The Tormentor. Slow breathes slithered from the sharp spaces between her teeth. Her eyes lay covered behind blackened eye-lids. Every breathe she drew was an a front to the Force as she summoned the very corruption of the dark side to her aid. She would need all that she could summon with her connection to the netherworld and the darkside. The Sith Sorceress had a very special task for the legions and the victims to come. And it would require large pools of her powers of Force conjuration and Sith Magic.

Slowly opening her eyes, golden orbs surveyed the innards of her capsule. A wave of her black gloved hand pried the two halves of the capsule open. Pressing against the black cushioned seat she rose and as a spectre she stepped out of her chambers. Leather boot against the echo of metal panelling announced her departure and subsequent approach to the bridge.

As she passed the threshold the ships burst out of hyperspace their large forms stretched into normality out of the space-time rapture. Below the pink and purple hues of the planet Zeltros. The population Hauntruss chosen as honourable sacrifices to her ambitions. Her eyes widened and her black lips thinned into a serpentine smirk. The Zeltrons had the perfect physique and life-blood for the Sith Spawn ritual she had in store. No doubt with its proximity to the Forces of the Lightside she was aware her heinous ritual would ripple through the force and attract their attention. But, she was prepared for that eventuality.

Speaking through the force to the poisoned minds of her legions, Sith Trooper once loyal to the One Sith now consumed by Hauntruss' Sith Magic and bent to her will, she hissed malevolent commands.

"Hear this my devil children. Go down to the surface of Zeltros. Occupy the Northern Province metropolis and its surrounding towns. Kill everyone! Leave none alive! But, do not destroy the body or flesh. I require their meat intact. This ritual demands blood, cruelty and the breaking of the Force by collective pain."

"SO GO FORTH AND BLEED THIS WORLD - YOUR DARK MOTHER DEMANDS IT!"

Surface of Zeltros
Northern Province Jungles and Metropolis

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMUM33qdVBg​

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Over the jungles of the northern province of Zeltros the darting black lengths of drop ships that were housed in the Ziost Heavy Carriers could be seen flying over head. As they passed and dispersed into the jungles, the black clad figures of the Hauntruss' poisoned troopers began to permeate. What followed was terror born from the heat and bright darts of energy of their blasters. No one was spared.

It began in the outer towns and communities to the northern province metropolis. The Troopers charged in, on foot and speeders blasting at whatever had flesh and moved. The troopers descended upon every age, every gender and every family. The bodies when fell were herded together in piles outside the burning husks of their communities engulfed in flames. The fires grew and from outside the walls of the northern metropolis a sprawling hellscape began to spread and besiege the city. Horrified the governor set into motion emergency measures that saw local militias mobilized and artillery defences, whatever meagre, activated.

A Hauntruss Trooper opened his communication array and called in support. Hauntruss agreed and she herself surrounded by a red clad trooper legion descended to the planet's surface. Emerging from the bowels of a transport the heat and stench of corpses greeted their master. Hauntruss stepped out dressed in a red high-collared tunic and a black cloak that danced with the fanned flames. She stretched out her arms as if she was embracing the carnage and drew in a deep breathe.

"Hiss, hiss hiss. The Stench of power and opportunity." Hauntruss venomously chuckled, "This will do Zeltrons. This will do."

"Come my Red Guard, I will lead the charge into the metropolis. No doubt this mass carnage will rip into the Force and defuse a mist of pain and darkness. Useful for our ends as the ritual requires a rapture in the Force that festers into a wound for the Dark Side powers to pour from, but it will also alert the Jedi and Lightsiders that neighbour this world. So our work must be quick."

"Swift death now my dark creations, swift death so that our ritual may begin"

 

[Dominik Borra]

Zeltros. A light sided planet, and far away enough from the Sith that he probably wouldn't get spotted by Sith affiliaters. Still, he wore his Beskar armor and his usual gear, his Sniper Rifle(1), Dual Blasters(2), Heavy blaster (from Mirrorverse)(1) , And his Alchemized longsword(1) that he got from an old friend, and a few thermal detonators. You never knew when you had a big fight coming. Where his old friend Vaulkhar was now, He had no clue. Probably hiding away with that Ebony girl, making love in the trees. They were cute together.

He Was allowing himself this distraction, thinking about his past friend as he leaned against a tree trunk, sitting in the highest branches of this tree. He was overlooking a lake in the middle of this jungle, watching as the sun's rays sparkled off of it. It was pretty, if he would allow himself to say such a thing. But the sight would be utterly ruined by the sounds of dropships coming down. And screams from local villages. He saw smoke billowing from one such town, laser blasts ringing through the air.

Dominik quickly hopped down the branches, running through the jungle to the villages aid. He got a considerable distance closer before he climbed another tree, slinging his rifle from his back to his front, where he peaked through the lens with his robotic eye.

The villagers... getting slaughtered. By things that didn't seem to be.. living. Well, they were alive, but not living. Like the difference between surviving and living.

He could practically smell the Dark Side at work here, he would know it's stench enough. He took aim at the soldiers, and began picking them off from 100m away. For him at this distance, it was child's play. Any sniper worth their salt could do this. So he went, headshot after headshot, letting the bodies fall to the ground, and move on to the next one.

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

[member="Darth Hauntruss"]

NORTHERN METROPOLIS

For a pure-blooded Zeltron, telepathy and empathy came easily, but had little rigor. For a half-blood like Mara, work had proved necessary. But insofar as the Force was strong with her, this sort of thing would have fallen squarely within her wheelhouse even if she hadn't felt the need to connect with her heritage on her own terms. She slunk through the burning city, darting from alley to alley at the perfect moment to avoid the gaze of patrol after patrol. Their emotions -- stunted and vicious, assailed her -- but she needed to keep her senses open to home in on the epicentre of the ongoing tragedy.

She wasn't exactly loaded for gorog here. Lightfoil at her hip, under her long black coat. No scattergun, no spear, no heavy weapons. Just an innate and inseparable knowledge of where she needed to step and when. It would have to be enough.

As Hauntruss' transport landed, Mara was in the right place at the right time -- second story, a blasted building less than a block away, Force presence muted. Her eyes narrowed as she watched the woman in the black cloak and high-necked red tunic. What was the phrase? Head of the snake?

Lightfoil in hand but unignited, she picked up a chunk of duracrete and let fly. The extemporaneous projectile massed as little as her fist, and a good distance still separated her from the Sith and the Red Guard. As well as she could manage, she guided the duracrete toward the older woman's head, knowing that the action would partially compromise the shielding of her presence. Maybe enough to give the Sith her location, and maybe not. Either way...

Welcome to the neighbourhood.

 

[Dominik Borra]

OOC: Guess it's just us. lol

Dominik could tell that the local militia started to finally come up, barricading the buildings and firing back at the invaders. Then, a drop ship descended from the atmosphere. It landed, and Dominik kept his scope on it. This one looked slightly different from others. It looked to belong to a higher-up. He observed as a woman stepped out. She was dressed very fancy and intimidating, and it reminded him of the Witches. He had never met one, but he had seen clothing and heard from second hand accounts about them. Was this one of those witches? He continued to observe, and wait.

Then a rock fell from a nearby building. Looks like someone forgot their weapon, but wasn't afraid to fight.

[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Darth Hauntruss"]

 

[Alana Sunrider]

Onna sat up, stomach heaving and retching as a putrid feeling coiled through her gut. She rolled over to the side of the bunk and collapsed to the floor. Had she drunk too much or been food poisoned? She couldn't remember anything, but from what she had heard, that hardly meant anything. She had heard other hunters boast about how they would wake up some mornings with no memory of the night before. But no, this was familiar. It reeked and nauseated her of home, of the Dark Side, and of the Sith, but more powerful than she had ever felt before.

She dragged herself upright to stare at the control panel on her ship. Dropships and a Star Destroyer, Sith flagged. Onna's mouth dropped open as she pulled her clothes on over the tank-top and pushed her hair up into a messy pile that fit under her helmet. There was no way she could get off planet, and as a Warden of the Void, it would a betrayal of all she stood for to try such a thing. Onna buckled on the rest of her gear as things went mad in the city around them.

What could she best do? There were too many ships in the air for her to fight and she didn't have the ship for such an action either. She bit her lip and then sent a message to [member="Jack Raxis"], [member="Ryn'Dhal"], [member="Alys Raxis"], and [member="Audren Sykes"], the Wardens she had met previously.

Zeltros under Sith attack. Powerful Dark Side presence, sickening. Need assistance.

She beamed out the message and took a deep breath, trying to push the rest of the feelings away, but it lingered, biting at her mind and singing black songs to her. She gripped her sword, feeling its own darkness and grimacing. She had few other options, unfortunately. A blaster pistol, beskad she wasn't great at, and a crowssbow. No serious armor to speak of either. But this was her duty. To prevent wanton killing and to root out and destroy evil wherever she found it.

Straightening her shoulders, she strode from the ship and into the hangar, ducking as explosions went off some distance away. She never would get used to this battle. Blaster bolts impacted the crates alongside her and she dove to the ground, unholstering her blaster pistol and leveling it atop the crate. She squeezed the trigger and the heavy blaster fired a bolt that punched through one of the soldier's armor and sent him collapsing to the ground. She shuddered at the sight, but gritted her teeth to continue.

They stank, these soldiers. Not in a physical way, but a stench that she felt, grimy and deplorable that stained her consciousness. Onna ducked behind the crate as they returned fire, moving the fire team to more effectively pin her down. She ducked upwards again to squeeze the trigger once more, this bolt skittering across a crate. She cursed and threw herself down again. There had to be a better way to fight this.

[member="Dominik Borra"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Darth Hauntruss"]

 

[Tiali Orazio]

North East Out skirts metropolis, A trade depo

Npc's: 15 thugs lightly armed.

Tiali was wearing his custom made Urban camo suit Mk-I his visor covering his face vibroblades on the top side of his forearms, a wrist mounted sonic pistol on his right under forearm. The tikulini leather covering most of his body with durasteel helmet, shoulder pads and chest guard. His belt had an assortment of grenades and a JT-12 jetpack attached to his back. To the lower body he wore magno-grip boots, with two LL-30 pistols either side of his thighs. His DC-15x sniper rifle slinged over his shoulder.

Tiali ripped open another empty Container, he let out a loud frustrated sigh dropping the the lid of the container. He was following a lead Saying that a case of Nova Crystals were left behind by the trade company before the attack. But it's all sounding like a lie so far. His ships sensors picked up an item that is hopefully the crystals around this area but couldn't pin point the location, the search was on for him and his hired thugs. "Come on everyone, We need to find this before the order find us it won't be long."

Tiali Exits the building looking up into the sky through the smoke of damaged buildings at the orders ships, the sound of blaster fire and explosion Echo into the distance.
his thought's sink towards his ship, the D-5 Mantis Patrol craft should be able to get past the blockade but the odds are defiantly against him and the thugs. They may be here for awhile, at least until a good window to escape shows up.

[member="Onna Sunrider"]
[member="Dominik Borra"]
[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]
[member="Darth Hauntruss"]

 

[Harmon Tardai]

Location: The Pit, Zeltros Fight Club, Zeltros
Objective: Carnage, Rage

​The world of Zeltros was known the galaxy over as a place where pleasures could be sated. The more vanilla patrons of the planet stuck to the well traveled parts of the city, letting the more tame entertainments of Zeltros fill their appetites. The more risque they wanted, the further from the spaceports, hotels, and restaurants they went. Still further from the central areas, was a place called The Pit. It was the same as any other arena where people came to fight, to bet on fights, and to watch fights. This version had the typical Zeltros twists, and coupling was happening at various points throughout the establishment, drugs were a regular thing among the crowd, as well as some of the fighters, and a host of other debaucheries. This was why it was built far from the tamer sections of the metropolis.

Gorum didn't go for the drug use, he seldom partook of the hanger-ons that flitted about and tried to attach themselves to the fighters. Gorum was here for battle. It was a life he knew, and now one he could profit from. The lamps over the namesake of the establishment were designed to pour heat down onto the fighters, letting wisps of it pour off into the crowds beyond. The sand was always blisteringly hot, though Gorum did not mind. His skin was trained to be tough, so the heat did not bother him while he fought.

His opponent this night was a Shistavanen male, his fur varying shades of russet, darkening to deep brown at parts. The wolf-man circled to the left of Gorum, so Gorum obliged by moving right, keeping the distance the same between the combatants. Due to Gorum's above average height, they were seeing mostly eye-to-eye, though Gorum easily outmassed the creature by a bit, the creature was naturally faster, Gorum had seen several fights over the past weeks. This would be one of Gorum's toughest fights yet, though it's outcome was already set. Gorum wasn't going to let this pup win.

The wolf-man darted in, striking out with the claws on his right hand in a cross. Gorum slid back a half step, but let the tips of the claws rake across his chest, leaving shallow furrows behind. Gorum's eyes began to glow a bit as he welcomed the pain and used it to feed on. Gorum lashed out with his left foot, pushing the creature back with pure muscle power. The creature kept its feet, but slid back several feet. He jumped back in, raking with both claws now. Gorum ducked the first claw, then sidestepped into the other arm. He trapped that arm against his side, then punched the creature in the armpit twice before planting his left foot in the creature's chest again, and pushed even harder.

The Shistavanen flew back, landing on his backside and rolling backwards over a shoulder to come back up onto his feet. The creature shook out his right arm, trying to return feeling to it. Gorum didn't wait to be charged again, he followed his kick up with his own charge. He feinted a punch towards the Shistavanen's sensitive muzzle, then shot for his leg. The creatures hands flew up to protect his face, and so was easily taken down. Gorum slid up and straddled the creatures hips, using his feet to hook the shins of the creature, keeping it from getting traction.

​Panic shot through the creature's eyes, he started swiping at Gorum madly. Gorum let a few of the swipes get in as he set to pummeling the creature.

None of the cheers from the crowd were heard, nothing but the impact on and whimpering of the Shistavanen entered into Gorum's mind, a mad glee touching his eyes as he bloodied the creature. Blood slid down Gorum's features, some of it his own, but most of it belonging to the creature that was slowly being pummeled to death. After a full minute of the treatment, the Shistavanen was still. Gorum rose to the cheers and adulation of the crowd, flipping his hair back out of his face. A light sheen of sweat slicked his body, but his breath came evenly.

Gorum strode from the pit and took a towel to wipe off the blood and sweat. The corpse was pulled from the sands, the blood raked over, and the next fight announced. Gorum's eyes slid over the crowds assembled, a feeling tickling the back of his mind. Something was coming, and it brought a savage grin to his face.





[member="Onna Sunrider"]
[member="Dominik Borra"]
[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]
[member="Darth Hauntruss"]

[member="tiali orazio"]

 

[Keira Priest]

It was a rare day indeed that Keira was ever allowed what she considered a day off, and even rarer that such a time amounted to more than twenty-four hours in length. But that was what she was doing on Zeltros, taking a much needed recompense from the dealings of war that had occupied her life of late. The cities that sprawled the planet and the neon lights that never ceased were like home to her, reminiscent of the planet of sin she had called home for so many years when she was younger. It was nice to be back in an environment that was entirely familiar without having to worry about who would be trying to kill her around the next corner. Maybe she would get into the habit of taking outings like this more regularly, if circumstances allowed.

Of course, she wasn't alone, a Jedi Master by the name of [member="Rexus Drath"] having accompanied her. Most would have considered it strange company for her to keep, and they wouldn't be entirely wrong, except for the fact that she and this particular Jedi were moderately close. They had helped save each other's lives on Balmorra, and that sort of thing tended to force a bond between two individuals, if nothing else. The pair had traveled to the planet for some much needed relaxation after recent happenings in both their lives, hers being negotiating with a warrior people and keeping an entire army in check, his amounting to the recent death of his wife. It was safe to say some kind of solace was necessary, more so for him than her.

As of the moment the two were lounging in their rooms that were right next to each other. For her own part she was nursing a headache while lounging on her bed situated near the window that was cracked open, smoking a cigarette. Cobalt eyes were closed to the outside world, and she released a cloud of smoke that was quick to dissipate into vaguely balmy afternoon air, sunlight filtering through the hazy air to dapple across her form. This was the most relaxed she had been in a long time. The only way things could get any better was if Slade had been next to her, but he was likely at home with the twins, growing into the role of a parent, the lifestyle just as awkward for him to adjust to as it was for her.

Just as she was beginning to drift off into a state somewhere between the dreamworld and reality something pricked at her sixth sense, advising her to remain wary but not entirely on her guard just yet. Lazily she stretched outwards within the ethereal, assuming some troublemaker had neared the vicinity of the hotel in which she was residing looking to start a fight. But nothing of the sort registered within her senses. Instead she was greeted by the nearly overwhelming noxious aura of the Dark Side, waves of death and destruction instantly roiling outwards from that one purely volatile origin that she recognized as Sith. Far be it from her to ignore that calling card, even if she groaned slightly in irritation at war having come to her this time around.

Sitting up she stretched momentarily, pulling on a loose-fitting white t-shirt over her sports bra, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and lacing up the boots she had taken to wearing in nearly every scenario including combat, the armor plating having been temporarily removed from their surface. Glancing briefly around her room she finally turned to wear her weaponry had been laid out, gear that she had taken to bringing with her regardless of the occasion, this time despite Rexus' protests. It seemed an 'I told you so' was in order. Moving quickly now she strapped the concealed pistol to her forearm, throwing on the Corellian leather jacket she kept as a memento from her brothers in order to conceal it. Next came the blaster pistol that would be holstered at her side, then the combat knife in its sheathe on her other forearm, and finally the lightsaber carried openly at her hip.

Without so much as a moment of hesitation she reached out through the Force and let one of two chairs that sat at the small table across the room crash into the wall that separated her and Rexus' room. The noise would hopefully be enough to alert him, but she yelled across anyway, "We've got company!"

Spoiler

All gear in sig, except she's not wearing her armor.

 

[Rexus Drath]

[member="Keira Ticon"]

Location: Hotel room adjacent to Keira
Objective: I'm not hungover, I'm still drunk.

Rexus held his head as the chair landed against the wall sending out a loud thump that to him sounded like a hammer had just banged on his head, it had been a long day of day drinking and seeing the sights and it was safe to say the Jedi master had drank a little too much. He could of easily purified the toxins from his system but part of him liked to get drunk every now and then so he could help forget his wife even if it was just for a few hours. So the man let out a groan and lifted his head up from the pillow it was rested on.

"I told you no strippers! I am not in the mood and I blew my cash on the casinos. I'm gonna have to hit an ATM if you expect me to tip." Rex dry heaved once then sat up on his bed.

That's when he felt it though, the power of the darkside. Zeltros in general had a little darkness to it, what with all the greed, lust, and anger at losing your bets. But this wasn't that, this was pure unrefined and unadulterated evil. But most importantly it was Sith, it was very familiar to what he had felt on Balmorra so it was time to make it happen. Staggering to get up the man raised himself up from his bed and reached over to his desk where his saber lay. But rather than the badassery of grabbing the saber with the force he fell over face first on the ground.

"Keira! I'm too drunk to taste this chicken!" The man heaved again then lightly vomited on the rug beneath him.

"Little help!" he yelled to the woman.

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

[member="Darth Hauntruss"]

A flurry of blasterfire drove Mara back from the window, shielding her face with her arm. Her sleeve tanked a couple of shots; the impact staggered her and threw her down. With a hiss, she ignited her silver lightfoil and carved away the floor beneath her, around her, then fell through to ground level.

There would be no chance of true success here, not through individual-level glorious heroics. Those supercarriers were over a mile long, and they were disgorging thousands upon thousands of Sith troopers. And Mara's empathic senses told her unequivocally that the troopers had been ordered to dish out indiscriminate slaughter. She'd hoped to take down the Sith Lord, but the welter of firepower had driven her back before she could even tell whether the flying chunk of duracrete had done its work. Now, dousing her blade and her Force signature, Mara hurried away through the alleys of the metropolis.

Victory just wasn't an option today. No, her only choice was to work on evac, for what little it was worth. A civilian slaughter on this scale screamed a rehash of Togoria.

 

[Dominik Borra]

Dominik could see through his scope lasers get shot into the building, then plumes of smoke coming through the building, flashes of light right before hand. The floor seemed to have just collapsed.. did the person inside have a lightsaber? From the color, it seemed like a Jedi. And they obviously are opposed to this.. witch.

Reminded of this witch-like woman, he aims back at her and sends two shots at her body before slinging his rifle over his shoulder, and making his way towards the distant building. That Jedi may need his help!

[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]
[member="Darth Hauntruss"]