Faction [TSC] Terror in Tapani

[Varin Mortifer]

THEME​

The thud of Neriah kicking a corpse caused him to look in her direction, then he continued on his way. Acier's huffing did not escape him, but his question made him stop mid stride. The metal of his boots settled into the floor as he stood for a moment, silent.

“I learned long ago, Acier, that if you model your morals after the examples presented to you, instead of your own, you lose your own individuality. You become a ghost of what you follow.”

He slowly turned to look at the acolytes.

“It is not about her morals versus mine. I know she would just leave me behind, same as you, Neriah and Ghruna would leave me. It would not surprise me. It would not surprise me if you or Neriah tried to kill me now, though your chances would be-”

He rolled his shoulders, a loud line of pops rolled down his spine.

“Low…I also would not leave either of you behind as well.”

A flash of pain ran up his side causing him to sneer as a spurt of blood left his mouth. The small droplets that hit the floor sizzled before cooling. He coughed a bit to clear his throat then wiped his hand over his mouth.

“Do not mistake this as me teaching you MY morals, my ways. I expect you all to find your own path. Acolytes or not, you are your own selves. The influences of others only shift you as much as you want it to.”

He slowly turned to continue walking.

Boy, you need to stop. The healing is taking longer as you move, and you have a lot of internal bleeding.

Varin's eye twitched as he grunted, now holding his side. Ignati's warning not falling on deaf ears, he slowed his pace a bit.

How deep?

He waited for Ignati to respond as the walls warped again around him, this time he could hear music from his home. His eye darted from wall to wall as he continued.

It's deep.

He growled in frustration.

“Acier, I may need a hand if you are willing.”

He looked back at him, his brow sweating a bit more.

Acier Moonbound | Nilira Vornix | Ghruna | Arris Windrun​

 

[Arris Windrun]

Tags: Acier Moonbound | Varin Mortifer | Nilira Vornix | Ghruna

Arris looked down at her missing cybernetic hand and groaned.

While she was deeply terrified by what had just happened, there was no point in dwelling on it immediately, she believed. The cyborg rose to her feet and collected her broken weapon.

She turned on her comlink to the other acolytes. Those who had their own comms, anyway.

"Are we done here?" She asked.

 

[Vexorion]

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Torture Me - Davey Suicide​

Objective: 1 - Life Day
Tag: Open

Vexorion sat upon the slave master's bed as though it were a throne of rot and memory, the mattress sighing beneath his weight like a dying thing. He twirled one of his lightsaber daggers between gloved fingers, its inactive hilt whispering faintly as ancient mechanisms shifted, a predator's purr restrained by discipline alone.

Each slow rotation was deliberate, ceremonial, the gesture of a man who had learned patience in chains and now wielded it like a blade far sharper than the weapon in his hand.

His gaze lifted at last, eyes cold and luminous, fixing upon the trembling figure before him. "You forbade me to speak," Vexorion said softly, the words crawling through the air like a curse finally unsealed, "during my enslavement; even as you whipped me and demanded silence."

The dagger stilled, its point aimed not at flesh but at the very notion of mercy. "But now you will listen," he continued, voice lowering to a funereal hush, "and you will not speak."

Vexorion rose, now standing over him like a revenant dragged from memory's grave. "When I escaped," he said, his voice low and smooth with restraint, "I did not run."

The lightsaber dagger rested idle in his palm, its hilt catching the dying light as if drinking it in. "I studied. I observed. I learned the measure of your habits, the rhythm of your cruelty, the names you hid behind." His eyes never left the man's face, and in them burned not rage, but a meticulous calm, an intelligence sharpened by suffering and honed by time.

He stepped closer, and the air itself seemed to recoil. "Your sins can never be absolved," Vexorion continued, each word tolling like a funeral bell, "not in confession, not in repentance, not even in death."

With a whispered ignition, crimson light bled into the room, bathing the walls in a sacrilegious glow.


Exit Thread

 

[Karok]

The kid was doing fine. Vestra whistled.

The Sith gestured with her lightsaber. Down the hallway, there would be more soldiers to slaughter...and their commander. She wanted a crack at him. The rest, the acolyte could take. The more mayhem, the better. She communicated as much through the Force, and then bolted towards the enemy.

Both impressions found a home within the acolytes psyche. A whistle, in which Karok responded with a growl, but it came out smooth like a nexu's purr and then there was the nudging of direction through the force. As Vestra Tane bolted into the fray, Karok couldn't help but tilt his head and take in the scene. This is what im talking about! With a snap-hiss, dual lightsabers activated in his grasp and blazed to life! Two scimitar curved blades that crackled with unstable magnetic fields. The weapons were the acolytes own design.

The design had much potential, but the build was, well, lacking in knowledge. Even so, the weapons did their job well. With a roar Karok rushed forward with the female sith knight. Recklessly initiating a whirlwind of strikes and easily cutting down security forces in droves. He didn't even bother deflecting blaster bolts, instead his armorweave suit and body took the blows in spades only to reveal the awe inspiring regeneration that was gen'dai biology.

Much to the horror of the enemy though, this sight was utterly demoralizing to bare and with each passing moment the darkside grew more palpable. Ripe with fear! Further down the hall the gen'dai breathed in the lush volatile energy and let it saturate his being. With a primal roar he unleashed a wave of psychic terror upon those around him! Its effects varied, some soldiers remained unaffected, some hesitated and the others cracked under the strain. Breaking formations in a premature retreat that did not last long.

The Gen’dai was going to be a much bigger problem. Explosive bolts would only do so much to halt its advance, they needed something bigger.

Luckily, from an adjacent hallway also sending blaster fire at them, a hidden weapon was waiting for a clear shot. Once the Gen’dai appeared in the soldier’s scope, a cacophonous boom rang through the freighter’s halls over the carnage. The AMR’s shot would sail forth at a blistering speed towards the Gen’dai in hopes of blowing them apart with an explosive shot.

He entered a four way intersection and then sensory acuity sharpened as if in response to new stimuli! His decentralized nervous system relaying the information at the speed of lightning. A walking nerve cluster. Immediately the expenditure of unstable energy flashed from its muzzle and bolted into his periphery vision. Blaster bolts and their magnetic fields were one thing, they were rather simple to a gen'dais innate senses, but this new bolt felt vastly different. As if it was akin to a laser cannon and warranted enough of a threat to cause Karok to couple this new threat with a danger sense that made his muscles tingle all over.

Nudging Vestra Tane with the force, the cocky acolyte beckoned her attention and reached out with the force. His concentration fixating on the particle beams own magnetic field. For Karok the bolt moved slow, but for everyone else that may not of been force sensitive, the scene would unfold in a the blink of an eye! The particle beam bolt soared and then the force thrummed around it as he reached out with his hand. The bolt stretching, flaring and growing brighter in hue! Its own inertia seemingly offset briefly and then recorrecting once Karok was no longer in harms way! It was sent flying past him down the hall in a rather uncanny display.

Arrogantly he strutted and raised both curved lightsabers into the air in victory. Just when he was about to taunt his foe's another sense of danger rippled over his being, but this time it was much stronger than before. " Dank farrik!!!" He screamed reacting to something that had yet to occur and then there was a flash of bright light, a great tremor shook the adjacent halls and plasma exploded outward before being yanked backwards. The particle beam bolt was avoided but at the cost of rupturing against one of the boarding torpedo's. A boarding pod that was torn asunder, the hallway was suddenly depressurized and exposed to the vacuum of space! Thats when the frigid grasp of space clutched him.

Karok found himself and the durasteel plating under his footing uprooted and violently yanked backwards. His body bouncing off the hallway walls with several thuds. His maw open mouthing profanities, but no sound could be heard.

Jettisoned into open space to drift like a meat popsicle.

Tags: Jas Katis

[[OOC: Exit thread]]

 

[Madrona A’Mia]

Objective One- Life Day
Tags: Valephor Crokell | Open
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Watching her pupil keenly, she observed as the proctor of a test might. His steadiness in handling the boy was admirable for one that presumably hadn't culled many households before, and his report once again had her wondering how else she might hone that remarkable ability of his.

The efficiency with which the young man dispatched the "extras" was also notable, and his clearly ravenous curiosity drew a sage nod from the woman.

"We go to the four other potentials next then," she agreed airily, moving along the child sized feast table.

Her fingers smoothed over the tablecloth as she walked, once even flicking the rim of a fine crystal goblet and tilting her head with curiosity at the clear tone that rang out. All at once, she seemed to find something that caught her attention and stooped down to peer beneath the table then.

"Hmmm," she mused quietly as she reached to pull a sleeping little girl out from under the table where she lay curled on an overlarge cloak.

"We've found another good candidate," A'Mia shared with utmost certainty.

"You can take her vitals and details later, but I'm certain about this one."

She was too, the little girl had an aura of importance about her. Though what it signified, only more testing and time would tell. All the while, the shambling vines scooped up the deceased and waited hungrily, practically leering over those yet remaining this side of the veil.

"Darling, I just realized something... you do recall our agreement, yes? The force-sensitive children for the Covenant? I'd hate to think it slipped your mind and they'd vanish... without a trace."

To Valephor's eyes, the woman appeared briefly frozen in place. Cradling the small child and staring off into the middle distance as she responded telepathically to the comm she'd receive, much preferring the brush of minds for such communication.

Oh Mercy, what fortuitous timing. The new student just found a prospective student, a boy with some fight in him.
I’m sure there will be more, and don’t you worry— I haven’t forgotten our agreement.
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Her mental message was as a summer’s breeze, full of fae mirth and friendly reassurance. A’Mia would of course provide new students to the Covenant. She might also just snag a few of the best specimens to take back with her to drop off at Korriban. All was fair in camaraderie and education after all, or at least she was sure there was a phrase that went something like that.

Suddenly she returned to herself and became again aware of her surroundings. The student had asked her a question and it took her a moment to provide the answer, but answer she did.

“Oh, young man… Soon you will see that though Sith go about things in a more correct way much of the time, they have their faults. Waste is unfortunately a common sin of our comrades.“

She affected a sigh, hoisting the little bundle up and miraculously growing new vine like appendages to hold her in a sling to free up her arms.

“Come now, we must make haste to those others you mentioned. Before our kinsmen beat us there.”