[TSE vs The Dominion] Operation Dominion's Fall: TSE Invasion of Krayiss II Hex

[Leliana]

Location: Mirial
Allies: The Sith Empire & Friends - [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Cerbera"] | [member="Enyo Typhos"]
Enemies: Some unsanitary residents/cultists & The Dominion
Equipment: Hidden Blade, Sith Assassin Armour, Lightsaber, Daggers.

As Cerbera moved towards the antechamber's centre, Leliana moved backwards quite literally watching the woman's back without a hitch in the assassin's step. She moved with precision even though she wasn't even looking in the direction she was going.

Her eyes were fixed to the shadows that cloaked the room from every angle. Senses kept sharp, Leliana peered behind her slightly as Cerbera began speaking.

The talk about defying death wasn't something new to Leliana. It was something her instructors had repeatedly said, of how those targeted for assassination were not allowed to defy death any longer, that someone whether through prayer or credit had called for their life.

Although she imagined that wasn't quite the same meaning right now.

Cerbera continued to speak, and Leliana's curiosity heightened. Her words meant mostly nothing to her, what the green-skinned woman intended was lost on Leliana. And yet she was still curious, but not enough to turn around and watch. She barely caught sight of something green shining in the dark before is suddenly disappeared again. Though it was a second after that another cultist made his presence known.

Rather than trying to attack physically, he hurled a blast of lightning towards Leliana. The assassin, paused momentarily, running scenarios through her head with quick succession. She couldn't move to dodge it, otherwise it would strike Cerbera; who she was certain wouldn't want to be interrupted. So, Leliana quickly sheathed her daggers and grabbed her lightsaber. The red blade ignited in time for her to get a two-handed grip on the hilt and bring it up to try and stop it.

Leliana was pushed back, feet skidding across the floor and her back just barely missing from hitting Cerbera. The force behind the blast struck her blade harshly, forcing her to move the blade away, twisting Leliana's wrists, which incidentally deflected the lightning into a random direction; slamming into a wall.

The assassin hissed, already feeling the stinging in her wrists, but bit back the pain and focused on taking down the cultist. She grabbed one of her daggers and threw it at the man. Leliana reached out with the Force, keeping it wrapped around the small blade as it soared through the darkness and struck the cultist in the chest. The moment his body hit the floor, Leliana called the dagger back to her hand.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Location: Krayiss II Obelisk
Objective: Slay the Dominion Soldiers.
Allies: [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Enemies: [member="Formorta"]

It was time to move.

A shot had assaulted the prefabricated defense wall that he had wrenched from its previous emplacement, and after what seemingly was an explosion, it was fired off at breakneck speeds to the cover that the soldier was hiding behind. But he had jumped away, avoiding it as the phrik armour of the Sith Lord accepted the buffet of blaster fire before his Xendori Guard companion redirected as much as he could for the operators of the heavy weaponry.

And so they sign their own death warrants.

No surrender.

No mercy.

A'sharad's lightsabre burned a line through the ground as he charged for the Dominion soldier who had drawn out an axe. If he thought it would save him, he was poorly mistaken. He wouldn't use telekinesis here, this was a sole one on one as he saw it. In close quarters, firing upon him would endanger his opponent as well. The towering Epicant-Hybrid, A'sharad, darted across the battlefield, his suit of armour propelling him at speeds that a younger version of himself would've never thought possible without the Force, and from overhead, the lightning fast crimson beam was descending on [member="Miles Varden"].

 

[Darth Caecus]

Within the Courthouse Clock
Templestone
[member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Sinya"]

Whatever was happening outside now, despite the ebb and flow she could feel within the Force, was outside their sphere of influence. Only the events within the Clocktower now could be affected, and Tai Fa outlaid his intentions in that regard clearly. The masked figure nodded once, indicating her agreement and acceptance of his order. She was not one of his inquisitors, but there was a mutual respect between them that allowed such give and take without the distraction of ego getting in the way.

He wanted the keystone alive.

Unfortunately, others had different desires.

The trio of Sith descended on the inner room. Bathed with the jade light from the interior of the clock high above, they moved in synchronized shadows. Utilizing the catwalk and their distraction (who, after all, knew of their endeavor? They thought themselves safe from outside interference) to take the moment, stolen and strangled from them, Kith trusted the other two to handle their own targets.

What she didn't expect was the blinding pain that filled the space behind her eyes when she dropped into the triangle from above.

Even stumbling, knee impacting heavily with the slate stone of the floor, she was able to reach out with the Force. She'd already been focusing as she fell, the press of telekinesis traveling down with the speed of her body, intent to slam both cultists into the floor with the same force she dropped with. It had slipped and faltered at the last minute- knocking both prone but not stunned as she had intended.

The flash of white feathers and sound of razor edge against flesh galvanized the triangle corner corresponding with the Standing Stones. She recovered, faster than Caecus did, not having the pressure of ritual that banished the dead filling her head to bursting.

Frantic eyes took just a heartbeat to register it all. The fact that the ritual was incomplete.... she couldn't help that now as blood sprayed and the sound of a body against the stone floor echoed in the darkness.

With a grunt, Kith reached with the Force, focusing on a point three inches into the woman's chest and squeezed. A step, and she gasped, air frozen in lungs unable to fill and draw breath. Struggling to her feet, the masked Sith started toward the figure still regaining their feet in the center.

He looked up at her, and she caught just the barest flash of light reflected- a blade in his own hands- before the center of the room seemed to shatter around her, even the incomplete ritual sending a shockwave out from the man as he plunged the knife hilt deep in his own throat.

 

[Darren Torran]

Location: Templestone, trapped under debris.
Objective: Discover the for- I mean... Get out from under the debris.
Allies: Dominion, SJO and Allies | [member="Setzi Lunelle"] | [member="Arisa Yune"]
Enemies: TSE and Allies | [member="Connor Harrison"]

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Spoiler: Atmospheric Music

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dTBUv8d0-Co​

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A thick layer of dust prevented Darren seeing whatever was going on outside. All he could hear was ringing followed closely by the sound of a lightsaber igniting and the screams of sith beasts. Setzi was in trouble - serious trouble. Possibly dead - for all Darren knew - but he had more pressing matters at hand. His head was spinning, his body was beaten and bruised and his right leg was under a relatively large chunk of debris - said chunk being the size of a small boulder or large rock.

The Zabrak brushed the smaller pieces of debris from his chest, attempting to push himself to a sitting position all the while holding back a scream from the piece of shrapnel stuck in his side. He was beaten up - to say the least. However, he somehow managed to push through the pain and, once in a sitting position, he leaned down, gritting his teeth in agony as he did so. He needed to get that thing off of his leg - he could feel it was broken already but he had to be able to move otherwise he was most definitely dead - if he wasn't already.

He tried to lift it - but to no avail. It was too heavy. Alas, he kept trying.

Take a deep breath - in and out. Focus. Focus ALL of your energy. You can do it. Close your eyes, forget where you are, think of somewhere calm, silent, tranquil. Somewhere where you feel safe - and focus.

Darren did just that. He took a breath, he focused.

The beach. My mum, my dad - they're both there. He chuckled slightly, tears starting to form in his closed eyes. He was seeing his parents again - after all these years - they were finally reunited. They're laughing. They're kissing each other. We were all so... Happy together... I'm making a sandcastle. He chuckled again. It was one of the best sandcastles I had ever made - and it was only a pile of sand. Now we're running along the coast. My dad and I are racing, my mum's laughing in the background. He had always won before... But this was the first time I had. I crossed the line miles ahead of him. I was so proud of myself... When he finally got there, he lifted me up and kissed me on the head. "You're getting fast now Darr - you're growing up so quickly. Only a couple more years and you'll be a big lad. But one thing will never change. Me and your mum." he pointed to her "We'll always be with you." The tears of happiness now streamed down the chiselled cheeks of the man - and the debris levitated. He had always had the force - but he had never knew it. It was time for an awakening.

Giving a huff once more, the man opened his eyes. His mouth opened - his eyelids lifted in surprise at the debris floating in front of him. He didn't know quite what to do, he simply looked ahead. Wh...- What do I do? "Focus, Darren". It was the voice of his father. The man nodded, closing his eyes and using all of his power to push the debris to the side.

He opened his eyes once again to see the astral figure of his father in front of him. "You've done well, Darr. You know my secret now - the one I kept from you for all of those years. And that secret - you have it too..." The astral figure nodded - fading away gradually into the now clear(ish) view. The man grabbed out, almost launching himself to where the figure stood "Father!!" but it was already gone. Darren now lay there, devastated but enlightened of his force sensitivity. And surely - Setzi would be too.

((OOC: If you didn't at least get teary eyed at this - you have no heart. ))

 

[Loray Tares]

LOCATION: In hyperspace aboard the Blackout, en route to Betha II
OBJECTIVE: Wheeling and Dealing
ALLIES: The Sith Empire, [member="Aver Brand"]
ENEMIES: The Dominion
GEAR: In bio

Spoiler

• Armor
• Enhancement
• Primary Weapon

He trudged in behind her, crimson slit shifting as the material changed within the cold ambience of the tunnel. Removed from the sun, it was immediately clear how cavernous this facility was. Nestled deep in the rocky outcroppings of a canyon, he spotted construction principles that hinted at a wide spread and branching sort of foundation.

Approaching the door, he sat quietly as Aver conversed with the guard. Back and forth, back and forth. They spoke in ways that would have once angered him, impatient in his regard for menial tasks. Skin of gold and tongue of silver, she was always the more persuasive of the two. Carrying herself as the criminal lord while he always maintained a more cynical and mercenary approach, they felt often as two sides to the same coin.

A perfect pair for business such as this. And any other business…so long as it didn’t need a softer approach. That was reserved for special occasions.

The door slid open and the guard wasn’t lying, there was rifling abound. Barrels, haggard expression and steeled gazes, all looking towards them in a semi-circle that seemed to sandwich them against the now closing blast door. Loray looked towards each person, moving from one to the next with a cold and silent gaze.

Until he uncharacteristically broke the silence.

“It is evident you don’t trade.” He stated plainly. “Barrels pock marked, bent stocks that have been manually repaired.” His gaze shifted over to one of the smaller individuals. “Overheating, misfiring. One out of every two guns in this room isn’t fit for use.”

“Is that so?” The large figure approached, brandishing the weapon in Lorays face. He simply stood in place, nonresponsive to the threat. “Yes. It is. Threatening us won’t change the fact that you are currently poorly armed.”

He could have reached out and broke the gun into pieces or even impressed telekinesis upon it, destroying it without ever touching it. But he didn’t. Because he couldn’t find the need.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pQMyOFHhS2k​

Location: The Courthouse Clock, Templestone, Krayiss II
Objective: Dash them against the stones
Allies: The Sith Empire - In proximity: [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Darth Caecus"] | [member="Sinya"]
Enemies: The Dominion - In proximity: [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Kainan Wolfe"]
Equipment:

• The Tyrant's Shroud
• Sith Shuk'orok
• Sith Lightsabers
• The Scepter of Iniquity

The Dark Lord tilted his staff forward, and his power coursed through the shaft like an open conduit. The same crimson lightning that once spewed outwards in all directions from his shield now exuded out from the skeletal mouth of Gaius Zhuta in a concentrated stream towards the oncoming projectiles. While not originally created for such a purpose, the Dark Lord quickly learned that he could channel his dark energy through the staff much like a Sith Sword.

Doubly, it could also hold an electrical charge. So even as the stream of lightning fizzled away after annihilating most of the debris the staff still hummed and sparked with discharges of stored energy, waiting to be released.

Those chunks of stone that were not completely vaporized were in turn reduced to a dozen different smaller missiles, peppering the ground and the Dark Lord with their fury. He used his power to protect his face from brunt of the barrage, but many more still managed to land hits on his breastplate and his arms and legs not protected by metal armor. Undoubtedly there would be many bruises hiding beneath the dark fabric, but hidden from the view of the Sith they would form and then slowly begin to decrease in size and severity as the enhanced Firrerreo genetics imbued into his DNA began to undo the damage that he been inflicted upon his flesh at a rate more rapid that what was observed in a typical Firrerreo.

Carnifex kept his staff held out in front of him, slightly angling it so that it was held at a diagonal slant from his left shoulder to his right leg. This would put the electrically charged weapon in the direct path of the male Jedi Master's lightsaber, although the trajectory of the attack was shifted when the female, quick as mercury, flanked him and used the Force to buffet his rear to destabilize his defensive gesture. Carnifex was a big man, and while it would take a great deal more to truly unseat him from his balance it did cause him to stumble forward a pace or two before he caught himself before he could be fully compromise, but that brought him within closer range of the other Jedi's blade as it swung upwards. The tip of the weapon carved a thin line across his breastplate, melting the lesser metal and searing the cloth fabric surrounding it before continuing upwards to kiss the flesh of his lower jaw and cheek, opening the flesh and filling the air with the stench of burning skin and hair.

The Dark Lord was quick to recover, not lingering on the breach of his defenses for much longer than needed. He lashed out with his lightsaber, hoping to grasp the opportunity afforded to him by the male Jedi's bold attack to land a hit of his own or merely drive him back, his staff working in a similar manner to a shield and a battle maul as he either held it to defend against attacks from his left flank or swing it with enough force to shatter stone and armor on a direct hit. With his staff in one hand, Carnifex could not truly rely on the strength of Djem So to overpower his opponents, so he opted for Niman to use his staff as a conduit for the Force while simultaneously using his blade to probe deeper for an opening.

All the while the Dark Side exuded out from him like an oppressive chill, the frigidness of his hate sapping the warmth from the air itself.

 

[Connor Harrison]

LOCATION: Templestone, Krayiss II
OBJECTIVE: Take the Obelisk of Ancients
ALLIES: The Sith Empire | TBC
ENEMIES: [member="Setzi Lunelle"] | [member="Darren Torran"] | The Dominion | TBC
GEAR: Sasori Armour | Hidden Blade | Lightsaber

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A soldier’s neck snapped, and his body was flung into the ground. Connor wasn’t even looking as he took the youth down. He was too busy looking towards the Force signature that annoyingly tugged at his heart for all the wrong reasons. The leach on Connor’s emotion proved to still be present, and it was a weakness that had to be cut away.

Setzi Lunelle, the failed Sith was there, with another. Another Jedi. Serving the ones she wanted to hard to help destroy, but now had sided with them,

Smoke wafted past Connor’s still frame, head turned, glaring through the haze towards the outline of a ship and hearing a scream come through over a small explosion. He didn’t move. He just felt the desire for a kill. His arm came up, com to mouth.

”Keep going to the centre, Shadow Three. Keep the Sith forces tight."

The com crackled.

"As you wish, Shadow Leader."

It clicked off.

Connor turned fully and stood, and started through the stone archway that crumbled a little towards the ship and the girl. Since betraying his trust on Voss, it had become clear that the relationships Connor forged as a Jedi were still lingering. Memories and feelings still buried down, tempting the Sith to rip them from his own mind, but in process would leave him probably dead, or worse, a vegetable.

But now she was cooing over another, a being trapped under the debris of said explosion. The closer he came, the more he could make out the few dead and wounded around the ship that was ready to leave. He just stared ahead for a moment in silence, and then his eyes flicked right to see her running towards the wounded.

The sight of her made him angry and repulsed in one, and reached out with his right hand and silenced one of the whimpering wounded, pulling the body down into the ground he was laid on as he broke it apart with a burst of Force energy. Once the dirt had settled, the body was mangled in the ground and Connor emerged from the dust. The Obelisk was a few klicks over in the distance.

”Hello, Setzi Lunelle."

 

[Miles Varden]

Location: Krayiss 2/Obelisk
Allies: [member="Formorta"] [member="Adron Malvern"]
Enemies: [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Asharad Graush"]
Objective: Survive

Spoiler

Gear:
Lazy Eye
Ambassador
Knife
AXT5
Duster
Bandolier/Belt
The Butcher
x2 M42

As Miles steadied himself against the oncoming Sith, he planted his feet, keeping a wide, defensive grip on the Butcher. As soon as the Sith made contact, he shifted the axe and deflected the blow off to the side and down. Bringing the butt of the axe towards his opponents face.

With all the goings on, Miles felt focused for the first time. His eyes tracked the movements of his opponent well enough considering the obvious reliance upon his armor, the Sith must be near Miles' own age or beyond. The moments passed by slower than he realized, the adrenaline gave him the time to comprehend what was happening to react, being without armor, Miles was relying on his own skill and training to keep him in this fight.

After his initial deflect and repost, keeping the same angle he'd finished with, Miles would swing the blade of his axe towards the Sith feet. Aiming to leg sweep him onto the ground.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Descension Into Shadows.
Allies: ”[member="Darth Ophidia"]” ”[member="Leliana"]” ”[member="Enyo Typhos"]” (The Sith Empire).
Enemies: (The Dominion).

There was no response to her explanation, but before Cerbera could comment on that the battle around her ensued.

No room to turn around and watch, but the severed hand on her shoulder had the best seat for the show. It tripsed around, this way and that in an excited flurry as it observed the fight. It's tiny thumb shook in the air in a gesture of distaste as the cultist seemed to get a better of Leliana, before jumping up and down when the acolyte triumphed after all. "Will you calm down?" Cerbera mumbled bemusedly, before turning her attention towards the assassin's apprentice behind her.

"Kind of flashy, but it got the job done I suppose." Then again Ophidia always liked to put a... show on, when it came to the action. So it shouldn't surprise her that her apprentice followed that same path.

The cultists were dropping like flies.

Cerbera could not see that, but she could feel it as their essence detached itself from their bodies. They wanted to leave, merge with the Force for some, while others began to be yanked towards the Netherworld. None of them would reach their destination. Instead as they left their bodies they would feel a void, an empty space that pulled at them insistently.

With more force (heh) than the natural flow of the Force or the punishment of the Netherworld. The body of the cultist was slowly bloating out, his eyes red from blood, skin completely green by now as her poison took hold and forced the body to stay animated against its own wish.

Its essence could not leave either, anchored as it was to the body.

"Leliana, be a darling and go tell our friends to calm down a bit?" She whispered hushed as the alchemist watched the cultist react to another influx of essence flowing into it. "Much more and this one will probably explode."

Cerbera frowned. "I don't think anyone really wants that."

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Location: Beneath the campsite with the depressed statue and the moving body parts.
Allies: Team Occult Meta. Now starring a Plant Lady Sith ( [member="Cerbera"] ) Pale Assassin ([member="Darth Ophidia"]) and [member="Leliana"] who's not from Dragon Age
Honorary mention: The severed hand and toe.
Enemies: Those other people.


Cultists opposed them. Cultists died. It was a beautiful symphony. Bodies were piling up. Their blood stained the desecrated ground, their essence was trapped, as an invisible, insistent tug seized them, preventing them from reaching their final resting place.


Neither heaven nor hell would greet them. It was the ultimate irony that cultists who worshipped death were now being turned into fuel for a macabre ritual. There was a certain amount of poetry in it. A thunderous, savage kick propelled a cultist into a blood and rune covered altar. He would be in no state to get up anymore. His black soul screamed in agony when it was forcibly pulled into the dark void and trapped in limbo. Enyo paid the wails no mind. Her Force senses prickled.


Ophidia had taken some of the pressure off her, but now it seemed the Assassin could use some backup of her own. Moving with lightning speed, Enyo spun. The forward movement of Ophidia's would-be attacker was arrested when a telekinetic vice-grip wrapped itself around him.


And slammed him into the ground with moderately excessive force. Ouch. Amidst her bloodlust induced haze, she vaguely heard Cerbera say things. Enyo liked flashy. In that regard she was just like her mirror, as much as she would deny it.

 

[Aver Brand]

LOCATION: Betha II
OBJECTIVE: Equalize
ALLIES: The Sith Empire, [member="Loray Tares"]
ENEMIES: The Dominion
GEAR: In Bio

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3iZ9JRVmJ5o​

So brutally apparent, now. Clarity of mind, razor-sharp words with no patience for fools – yet still, self-control only proper in a fighter of his caliber. Anger singed her throat. How did she miss the retreat and abeyance of what made him the man he was?

Lips pinched, icy blues instead moved to assess their surroundings as Loray bandied barbs with the leader of the remnant. The structures here suggested a long isolation from the wider galaxy, but something felt off. A misalignment, as if the cracks had been made with intent; the scratches painted on the metal; the mold and rust and rot all cultivated with ulterior purpose.

A red tongue ran along sharp teeth, eyes moving from one fixture to the next. Even with the rebreather, she could sense the stink of this place.

Slowly, the merc tipped her head back towards the karker with a mouth on him. Slowly, she smiled, fangs glinting in the red light of the HUD. Slowly, she let new air fill her lungs.

Then muscles coiled, and the gun did break into pieces as Aver moved, not around – just through, shoving the mountain of a man against durasteel supports as if he were a child. They reacted, but too slow, her fist was already in his stomach, yet there was no blood.

There was no blood.

There was no hail of bolts, either, because the rest of ‘em were all staring at his gut in disbelief. Aver grunted and dropped the fistful of circuitry to the ground. The HRD behind her twitched, wires sparking against the sludge of synthflesh where she’d ripped him open.

This isn’t what it looks like. Her eyes found his through the faceplate, jaw set tight. Without another word, her fingers wrapped around her lightsaber.

Always did love a challenge.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Location: Mirial – Not the Mines of Moria.
Allies: [member="Cerbera"] [member="Leliana"] [member="Enyo Typhos"] (The Sith Empire & Friends).
Enemies: Scrubs, doors, and mysteries (The Dominion and those other guys).

-upon her.

She slipped the second lightsabre into her left hand, ready to make an underhanded thrust into her attacker’s abdomen, a counter coming a little too close when

“-Uhck!” The attacker was suddenly seized and then compressed against the floor. Ophidia could hear a slight crunch. Their lightsabre tumbled out of their hand and rolled off to the side while the corpse-to-be wheezed its last few breaths.

Ophidia stepped forward, making a point to walk on top of the crunched body, her boot lingering on their throat to throttle the last bit of life. She wasn’t sure if she ought to feel thankful or cheated. She had to remember this was a team effort driven by common utility. She had to swallow a morsel of pride to acknowledge it.

“Good work.”

For a moment, it was quiet, and Ophidia surveyed the area. Adjusting her helmet to pick up sounds travelling through the walls, she listened. She heard Cerbera and Leliana speaking, and the servos of Enyo’s cybernetic body. Extending her hearing further, she heard something.

“I hope they have room for some more.”

Ophidia turned to what she had thought was a wall, but she found the metal surface to be hollow. From its other side, there was a sound, a hum- no, a hymn. She traced her left hand over the pocked metal surface and concentrated. Her awareness wrapped itself around its edges and seized them in a vice grip. Thinning her lips, she turned her palm up, fingers curling in exertion as she did.

“Because we are not done here.”

The ‘wall’ shifted, rumbled, and began to float up. What was on the other side? Another enemy? Some leader to this chaos? Dragons?

Stay tuned

 

[Adron Malvern]

{6}
Location: Eol Sha Mining Colony
Objective: Dancing with the devil, seeing an old friend?
Allies: [member="Anya Loma"]
Enemies: @Travis Caaelgen [member="Krest"]

As the Death Trooper's approached Adron his senses were thrown into an uncertain flurry. Someone was tampering with the very fabrics of the Force to bring about a monsterous result. Regardless of the outcome he knew he had to get his people off of that hellish planet. Offering no resistance he held out the lightsaber for the trooper to take. His eyes fell over the weapon before he turned away, returning his gaze to Krest. The words the man used, the demeanor he took, the beast he rode, and the garb he fashioned?

A soft exhale escaped the Archlord as he looked to the Zabracki. "How many times can a man be proved a fool?" He muttered, speaking ill of his own foresight.
He gestured towards the Director before showing an almost unimpressed look. "How long have the Sith been sinking their claws into me?" He asked, casually before watching the troopers pass him for Anya and Ra. "I had thought we were on good terms, friends even." He spoke to the Sith Lord, a frustration lining his tone.

However, his words would have to wait. He felt a firm grip placed on his shoulders as he looked back to the Death Trooper who intended to escort him to the Director's shuttle.

Adron moved towards the shuttle, the sound of volcanic uproar growing louder as they hurried to the starship.

 

[Riamah]

Location: Eol Sha
Objective: Play along
Allies: [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Anya Loma"] [member="Cairyn Midore"]
Enemies: [member="Travis Caalgen"] [member="Krest"]

The word was given to surrender and Ra complied. As the troopers approached to disarm her, they even took the spiked ball at the end of her braid. Choosing to be honest about it, she also gave them her boot knives. Watching and not being able to do anything about it, Ra just breathed in and out through her nose.

They were ushered aboard the Director's shuttle and Ra took her seat. Her hands were bound, but not uncomfortable. She was really an ideal prisoner of war. The words Adron spoke though really bothered her.

She had been to a point where she was going to have to betray him, but now there was no need. At least not yet in her eyes.

What was Krest there for though?

 

[Anya Malvern]

Location-eol sha
Objective-be quiet...
Allies-[member="Adron Malvern"] @ra'a'mah [member="Cairyn Midore"]
Enemies -[member="Krest"] [member="Travis Caalgen"]

She gripped her lightsaber, hiwever she let it be taken as she was quiet, eerily so as she usually would be a fit and ball of protesting agaisnt all that was going on

She couldn't meet adrons eyes...ras...anyone....she felt defeated yet again powerless agaisnt changing everything so that it could be fixed...she let herself be led on and sat down by adron...she looked out seeing the lava and then looked away down to the metal floor

why...why...whu must the past....ruin all I have...again

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location: The Courthouse Clock, Templestone, Krayiss II
Allies: The Dominion | [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Kainan Wolfe"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Darth Caecus"] [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Objective: Survive

The Dark Lord becoming unbalanced hadn't necessarily helped. Whilst Jacen's own lightsaber struck home, he was left with the towering figure looming over him. He hadn't realised the staff that crackled with power held an actual skull at its apex. Sometimes he wondered if the Sith simply couldn't help themselves when it came to such things.

The scarlet blade descended. Having coming in low and with them colliding much quick than expected, the Marshal found himself exposed. It hissed against the matching hues of Jacen's akk scale plate and bit deep. With no magical DNA infusion Jacen only had the Force and his stubborn resolve to see him through. Keeping his footwork tight Jacen managed to avoid the counter swing from the staff. It came around with enough speed to make a low thrum as the air moved out of its way.

He had to be careful now. Just one blow from that huge staff would be enough to end the fight. A layer of calm settled over Jacen. His focus was honed to razor sharp. Aela was well placed to exploit any openings so Jacen backed away. He parried the saber twice, but threatened to come out of the defensive with several counters of his own. All the time he made it clear to the Dark Lord that if he shifted his attention to Aela that Jacen would punish any gaps.

The staff threatened him again and he had to use a bare palm and a telekinetic wave to parry it. The effort sent shockwaves of pain up his shoulder from the first blow he had taken. With a grunt Jacen changed his point of attack. Another loud crack rang out as the flagstones under the Sith broke. One gave way under his left whilst the other thrust up under his right. Jacen knew that for all the posturing and displays of power that a duel often came down to the margins. A momentary lapse in judgement, a second of indecision was all it took. A subtle strike as effective as an overpowering one.

 

[Leliana]

Location: Mirial
Allies: The Sith Empire & Friends - [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Cerbera"] | [member="Enyo Typhos"]
Enemies: Some unsanitary residents/cultists & The Dominion
Equipment: Hidden Blade, Sith Assassin Armour, Lightsaber, Daggers.

Leliana looked over her shoulder, eyebrow quirked at Cerbera's comment about the flashy move. Wondering if the woman was referring to the lightning or the dagger throw.

The first was certainly not intended and the second, well...

"Well that's the point wasn't it? Watch your back, so I'm kept an eye on?" Her master's intention hadn't passed over Leliana's head, nor had she disagreed with it. She was the most inexperienced out of the group, especially when dealing with a large group of enemies like this. Getting pulled away from one of the group could easily spell disaster.

Albeit the main bulk fell under the blades and abilities of Ophidia and Enyo. The two moved in unison, when one got overwhelmed the other jumped in to lessen it. More and more of the cultists died before them. Though slowly the numbers facing Leliana and Cerbera increased, as a result of them switching their focus on stopping whatever the latter was doing.

Leliana moved without pause, daggers soaring across the room towards the enemy. They quickly caught on, angling their own weapons to try and deflect her's. But Leliana simply shifted tactics, stabbing them in the leg before using the opening to strike the chest or neck.

Eventually though even the cultists gunning for them began to die down, likely recognizing there was an impasse. They kept throwing themselves to stop Cerbera, but we're getting killed quicker than they can get any progress. So they began to back up, though that made Leliana even more wary.

What were they planning?

She used the breather to turn around and look upon Cerbera's work. Throughout the fight she had felt it, something in the Force as each cultist fell. As though something left over from thier death's were being tugged across the room, behind her and to the center of the antechamber. Now that she was seeing it, the cultist sickly green and bloated from whatever was happening, Leliana wasn't sure what to think.

Instead she nodded to Cerbera's order, and quickly moved to where Ophidia and Enyo were, her foots skidding softly across the stone floor as she stopped before them.

"Cerbera asked to calm down with the killing, seems what's she's doing with the one cultist is making him too bloated." Leliana's eyes turned to the wall as Ophidia lifted it. The assassin's eyes narrowed, trading one of her daggers for her lightsaber again.

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: The Courthouse Clock, Templestone, Krayiss II
Allies: The Dominion | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Kainan Wolfe"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Darth Caecus"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Sinya"]
Objective: Greet Guest

Aela watched for a moment not taking any action as Jacen suffered the assaults of the Dark Lord of the Sith.

Her eyes floated over the towering figure, watching every lumbering move. The swing of his lightsaber, the slight bash of his massive staff. Bright orange eyes jumped from place to place, following every little motion that she could. She observed his armor, the slight gaps between the plates, the overlapping slits of metal that pulled apart when he moved. The Jedi Master took a breath, her eyes eventually floating to the mans legs. She frowned for just a moment, and then the force pulsed through her once more.

The grip on her lightsaber tightened, and then she dashed forward.

Her movements were just as fast as before, though this time she didn't try to flank the Sith or come to his front. Instead she dashed towards his behind, her lightsaber floating free for just a second as she changed her grip on the weapon. Her fingers grasped onto the hilt, and then she ducked low. Her body plummeted for just a second, Aela catching herself a moment later on the ground.

A small trail of dust plumed behind her as she went sliding to the ground, her lightsaber sweeping forward and slashing directly towards the Sith Lord's Achilles Tendon. Half a heartbeat later her hand would shoot up, the force lashing out and wrapping around the Sith in order to hopefully pull him from his feet and tear him to the floor.

 

[Cairyn Midore]

Location: Eol Sha
Objective: Enter, stage right
Allies: [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Anya Loma"], [member=Ra'a'mah]
Enemies: [member="Krest"], [member="Travis Caalgen"]

In the time Cairyn took to travel from one area to the next, his mind focused almost solely on that beast he'd seen from afar. Well, it focused about as much as it could given the youth's attention span which flitted between the objective at hand and other, far more trivial matters. What was for dinner? Had he stretched recently? If he laid really, really still, would Griz carry him?

There was a sort of wonder in his eyes as Cairyn stared up at the beast, when he finally did get close enough for a better look. It was cute. Not nearly as much as Griz was and certainly not the same type of cute. Griz was fluffy with a side of painful death, this guy was death with the side of painful death. More importantly, it looked like something big enough to ride. He drew to a stop as a he realized he wasn't alone, the ensemble of people gathered having almost completely escaped his noticed as he was so enthralled with the monstrosity. Blinking once, twice, three times before taking off his glasses, wiping them with the sleeve of his tunic, then putting them back on, his brow creased in confusion. There were plenty of unfamiliar faces, no doubt, but was that Adron? And that one lady? Now that he couldn't help but speak up. "Am I interrupting something?"

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Descension Into Shadows.
Allies: ”[member="Darth Ophidia"]” ”[member="Leliana"]” ”[member="Enyo Typhos"]” (The Sith Empire).
Enemies: (The Dominion).

More and more of the dying essence was feeding into the body and by now Cerbera could only curse.

There was more coming, she could feel it in her bones, but there wasn't any room for it here. It was then, at the height of her frustration, that the little severed head ticked with its nail against her cheek to pull at her attention. It pointed with its index finger, towards one of the corpses- no, the body was still moving, trying to crawl away.

"Little one, you may just have saved us all." Cerbera whispered, before the shimmer of a twisted dagger suddenly appeared out of nowhere and nailed the twitching body against the antechamber's pedestal through the hand.

The body whined in pain, even now there were some residual automatic reflexes guiding it. "Now, now, darling, we can't have you stumbling away, can we?" Without waiting for a reply the alchemist wandered over to the crawling (or attempted crawling anyway) body, kicking him gently in the side to see just how much life there was still there.

The ooph and whine of pain told her enough.

"It will do... I guess." She frowned, looking across the corridor towards her companions huddled up at the end of it. "What are you doing there, we got a ritual to complete!"