Private Vran Vran

[Pele Vo]

TAG: Kren Fe Tserim

In orbit of Vran’TI several cruisers came out of hyperspace. The Metal Purgils were being bombarded with great balls of flame. Aboard was a very confused assortment of Dark Jedi who foolishly stumbled into sector between Bakura and Abaaj.

One fighter which was leaving a trail of star dust, its cockpit luminious in blue came towards the Destroyer which fixed its turbolasers on it. The Fighter made a jump as great red bolts danced around it and landed in hangar. There some of Dark Jedi’s droids, stood with heavy rfles and looked at each other. They surrounded the ship, which the sapphire glass opened and leaping out was a woman in a fine Topaz dress, she swept out a burning blue scrimitar and cut tye head of a droid off, then sweeping, her markings on her exposed neck, shoulders, and arms glowing like her eyes with turquoise light she made another fly into the air with a furrow of her brow, another she deflected a bolt and cut its metallic arm off exposing sparking wires of red and black like veins spewing flyid. The other droids ran to a hangar door pressing their golden eyes against window as they were chopped down, one’s hand streaking down the glass.

On the bridge, the Dark Prophet in his black hood saw the view screen light up with shields at 60% and “Intruder Alert!”

“My Faithful! We the Dark Scion shall repel this threat?! They ars no match for the dark shroud..”

His sermon was interrupted by the main Bridge door burning as if something was cutting through.

“My Children! To arms! Stop these infidels!”

Six Dark Jedi ignited ruby blades as the door opened to a Beauty that made them pause. Pele did not hesitate to leap and drive her blade through the chin of the nearest Dark Jedi who spouted blood like a fount. The others drew back seeeping their blades.

“Prophet! Help us!”

The Prophet ran into the other room and locked it.

“This is your test my children.”

 

[Kren]

Pele Vo

Kren was finally returning home. He didn't know how much he missed it until he could see it again and smiled, he'd been away for some time now in training. Home did good for that, but he needed to expand his options. But now, with the Eternal Empire no longer one of their rulers. And Nexus Krae missing with some new woman having managed to take rule, he felt they may need his help.

And sure enough, he noticed some foreign ships in the air space. And heard in the distance someone recognize his return and alert him of the target. Hastily Kren forcefully docked his ship on it, noting the presence of one already before him. He couldn't sense her, but he at least was informed it was on their side.

On entrance it was clear exactly who that was, a woman, a rather fascinating looking woman. Blue hair and eyes, and tattoos, all in a topaz dress. Almost certainly had to be a Vo Ni to be dressed like that and out here. Or at least good chances. Kren enhanced his body in the force, he gave her a quick bow and then barreled across the room at them, two of the dark jedi were hurled off their feet towards him by use of the Vo as well. Their strength and speed entirely inferior to his own as he struck at them with the alchemy blade. If they blocked, it didn't matter. The sheer strength would send their own weapons through them.

He said but a word, "Kneel." he ordered. But he wasn't planning on stopping. Kren ripped the nearby door off it's hinges and sent it hurtling to another one. He wasn't going to argue with them to surrender. If they surrendered, so be it. But if they didn't make it blatantly obvious or he was called off. He fully planned to kill them, or if they happened to be put out of order at the least maybe they could be taken as slaves. The Eternal Empire might not have allowed that technically, but Vran'Ti slaves were always considered criminals anyway. They were just a special form of prisoners. He was however curious about the woman in the back of his mind, she'd already taken out a few of these before he got here. And she was a most particular type.

 

[Pele Vo]

TAG: Kren

Pele had barely removed her blade to move on the reat of these Dark Disciples when another stepped in and began to tear into them. She smirked when he tore the door off, his strength was attractive, she swept beside him and duf her burning blue blade’s tip into the face of one screaming Disciple, they swatted their blades like amateurs, this was surly not athe New Sith that Pele had heard about.

The Comet Queen levitated one Dark Jedi and tossed him to impale of @Kren’s blade, ahe then swept her sword to cut the arm off another Disciple. One of them three down their arms and cried out, “No more! I surrender! Please do not hurt me!”

Pele drew close, her eyes glowing as constellations, her lips close to his ears.

“Pathetic..”

She grabbed him by the neck and threw him on his back, driving the edge against his cheek. She then rose up and looked at Kren, he had shown a great command of Vo and to remove a door of such sie as if it was a twig made her flutter her burning eyes.

The Prophet in the other room was trying to pry open a sealed door to the escape pods. Pele came to Kren’s side,

“Heretics.. they are all the same.”

She smacked him with flat of her blade on the head, causing the Prophet to get his hood stuck on his face and fall on the floor rolling like a bafoon.

“No! I am The Chosen Prophet! The Dark Scion shall rise!”

Pele looked over to Kren,

“I say we jettison him out the airlock. He does not deserve death on a Vran blade.”

The Prophet spouted, “I am the Keeper of the Shroud! Nothing can touch me!”

She smacked his twisted hooded head. The Vo Ni was not impressed with this Leader nor his disciples. Their weakness only strengthened her belief that her ideas of purity and power were as sound as the suns.

Despite having arrived first, Pele was letting Kren take point. He had earned the right with his prowess in the Vo. Besides she wanted to observe his tactics, she was after all looking for the perfect mate.

 

[Kren]

Kren did not smile, but he did not hide the feeling. She must be Vo Ni, which meant if she knew telepathy then she may already know his sense on her so far was purely positive. He tossed aside the corpse of the one she'd tossed to his blade, glaring at the man now begging for mercy. It seemed today there were no prisoners. That didn't bother him at all. Again bowing his head to her as she came to his side, then raising a brow as he saw the "Prophet" trying to escape. There wasn't much need trying to stop him quickly, even if the door came open. It wasn't like they were going to let him close it again.

"Indeed." He agreed, heretics. And soulless. Thinking themselves worth something when they were but intelligent beasts. Nothing more. He watched as the man stumbled with such a simple move, and tried to call out again about who he was. He this time, did smile to what she said. Nodding in agreement. He stepped forwards, but did not feel the need to touch him. Gripping him by the Vo's telekinetic grasp on his throat and dragging him towards an airlock, a phrik knife also rising from his belt and placed against the mans neck the whole way. It was not impossible for a Jkri to do that of course, but even were the Prophet actually trained in the force. Kren's Vo had been particularly trained and worked over time to such an extent he was easily on par with most non-Vran masters when it came to power. Even if he lacked their variety in skills of the force. He then launched him through the opening and into the back wall before shutting it.

"With your permission," He requested turning to look at her. For the moment, the prophet was still bound by the Vo at his neck, struggling to break free of the invisible hand that unrelentingly held fast. Normally he might have done that by his own hands, his vo was powerful. But he most often used it for self enhancement or for the phrik knives. Yet he felt particularly inclined to not even touch the man after Pele's comment on him not deserving a blade. If he didn't deserve to die by a blade, what good was he to even touch afterall.

Pele Vo

 

[Pele Vo]

TAG: Kren

Pele became increasingly pleased by Kren behavior, taking the pitiful Prophet by the throat to the airlock.

“Permission Granted.”

The Comet Queen watched with anticipation. The vaccum of space was a beautiful thing. It was cold and without life, making organics who were weak perish with haste. She trained in a chamber on Vran’Ti, which she removed oxygen from to teach her to last longer than the standard 90 seconds unconcious, she had pushed jerself to 120, and was working towards 140. She suspected this Heretic would not even reach the standard, and would freeze im the vacuum. She had to admit she enjoying watching the Inferiors suffer, the Soulless, who were little better than Banthas. There was ping on the desk in this chmaber near the airlock and com from the other ship rang, “Holy One! Our ship is falling towards the planet! Bless us! Bless us!” Com clicked and went static.

Pele stiffened her lip, the notion that heathens would make land fall on Vran’Ti was a taint she wanted to see to personally. Any who survived the wreckage of their great ship would rue the day, for she would see to it that their bones were removed and turned unto plow tools.

 

[Kren]

Kren smiled and nodded his head in thanks before turning to face the fool of a man as he opened the airlock and released his telekinetic grasp on him, letting him be flung out into space. Then he too heard as one of the ships called out towards them requesting blessing and saying they were falling towards the planet. Depending on where they landed, that alone might be their end before they even reached land, if it was the capital. Ray shields might just do some damage on the way, and as the capital, a great many Vo Ni were likely present that could send ships and use their abilities to stop or slow it. Especially with so much of the upper city being militarized. Still, that was Vran'Ti territory. And their presence was not to be permitted freely. And if it was headed somewhere else, results were far more likely to vary.

He turned to Pele Vo, "My name is Kren Vorak returning for duty. I fear I cannot stop a falling ship of such size, but I may still be of service." the man offered, and making sure to introduce himself to the beautiful Vo Ni. Though she was not one familiar to him, already he had grown rather pleased with her. She was capable, and her sentiments on these soulless simpletons was not unlike his own. And she was quite a sight. It was pointless to really try and hide thoughts, self control mattered more here than what was though after-all. What good it was to be home. And with like minds already.

Pele Vo

 

[Pele Vo]

TAG: Kren

Pele watched as The Prophet was put in the vaccum of soace, he let out a terrible gasp, his face which peeked beyond the shroud horrified at his end. The Vo Ni watched as he became a frozen corpse, drifting into the black shoals of space. She did not smile, though she was elated in heart that Soulless was destroyed.

The Mighty Man who did the deed introduced himself, his name Kren. To this she gave a lsight bow of head and offered hr own intrpduction,

“I am Pele Vo, of the Vo Ni House.”

She paused to consider the next course of acroon, as she tapped into telepathy to better read Kren’s feelings, not his mind, she only invaded that if it was a Soulless or a Trecherious Vran, those who prop up the weak. He had earned the shielding from her mind prob through his feats of strength. She flexed in her dress as she srew closee, the bright circles of light swirling on her skin like stars in a galaxy.

“Would you mind escorting me to Vran’Ti and assisting me further in bringing these hererics to justice?”

She was not one for asking questions she did not know the answer to, but in this case she gambled, The Comet Queen was leaving a trail that he could follow or not. What mattered ro her was the protection of their world, and the prospect of developing romantic entanglements. For she had designs on that score which she did not hide in her flirtations, and gestures towards Kren. He seemed to radiate a interest in her as well, though to become more aquatinted and intimate demanded A different venue. For now to be close as comrades would have to suffice till The Invaders were taken care of.

 

[Kren]

Kren paid little mind to the soon corpse, beyond that it was indeed going to become one. With no Vo to recover, the death of his body and spirit was his end in total. A mere memory for them. He got his confirmation of her position, and a curious name, he wandered on the history behind it. She was indeed a Vo Ni then, and that alone meant he'd have a certain respect. But he had more for this one in particular.

She moved towards him and his eyes watched her form as she flexed it. Returning back to her own eyes before she spoke, "Gladly." he answered. She'd certainly detect the respect, and the building interest. Even if she avoided the thoughts. Still, he was a focused man. And the task at hand was a time-restricted one that he could only venture from so far. "I arrived on my own vessel, I can return to it for descent or accompany you directly." he offered again, practical.

He did hope though that the end of their mission here was not the end of their meeting. He wished for more than just the extermination of these foreign pests. And she was presenting herself to suggest the same, he appreciated that clarity too. While his own movements might be more restrained from a militarized life, he knew she'd seen or felt it regardless.

Whichever route they took, he was ready to hasten to the surface. By now they no doubt were already aware of the problem. Whether or not there were any sensors picking up the problem the thoughts of falling dark jedi of this poor calliber were likely easily detectible.

Pele Vo

 

[Pele Vo]

Pele offered her arm to Kren , a sign of her interest.

“We can take your ship.”

She pressed something on her braclet and her fighter hummed to life and began to fly itself out of the hangar and back to the surface on auto pilot.

Pele was not hiding her feelings, This Vran had proven himself, albiet against a poor foe, still his command of the Vo was exceptional, and that made him a great candidate for a mate.

As they made their way to his ship, she looked at the corpses of droids, which meant nothing, they were husks of metal. They were even inferior to the Soulless.

“I hope for the sake of these heretics they hit the shield wall and perish.”

They called her The Comet Queen for a reason, she not only radiated a coldness in her feelings for non-Vran, but she has learned Cyromancy with the power of the Force. She had designs for those surviving disciples, her garden frost had many souls trapped in ice. The Ice Queen wanted to set an example, that all who were inferior belonged frozen in the cold sculptures she had forged with her power.

 

[Kren]

Kren's lip twitched another smile as he took her arm with a nod of his head to lead her to his ship. So then it was clear between them. The doors would open for them as they made their way to his ship and they could take off. He grunted in agreement on the heretics potential death, "More than they deserve on our home."

He thought a moment as the ship would move quickly towards the planet to catch up with the others, but chose now to finally speak in the unchangeable time until their arrival. He did not specialize in words, he specialized in fighting. But he'd take the risk here, this was a fellow Vran, and one to quite his delight seemed interested, not those foul ones he had to deal with on his ventures, "I am pleased you were the first I met on my return home. A stunning Vo Ni who remembers what we are, and what else those others are. A warmth from those ignorant ones without the Vo. "

He wasn't going to hide his distaste for the worlds circumstances either, she'd shown interest in him, he in her, why bother hiding anything else. Why bother hiding anything at all. He watched her eyes a moment longer after he spoke and looked to the quickly approaching world.

Pele Vo

 

[Pele Vo]

Pele broke her glass façade and smiled. The glowing circles of light in her skin stirring ans moving about the webs of her flesh surface.

“True words. There are even Vo not worthy of the authority they claim. Our world needs strong Vran, or else we will one day see the ships of the Daritha at our door, and like so many systems fall to the Practioners of the Path of Emotion.”

Pele had revealed perhaps too much, that she had a disdain for Vran who claimed titles and control when they had not the strength to keep it.

She responded last to his kind words about her, wanting that to be a focal point of discussion as her chilled cheeks now filled witu pink blush.

“You think me Stunning? I must admit you are first to oay me such a compliment. Most call me The Comet Queen, or Ice Lady. They do not share my feelings about weak Vran.”

She was unapologetic in her words. Pele felt that the survival of their species hinged on them evolving and using the Vo to route intruders of Vran’Ti. The Dark Jedi would make a nice preliminary case study, though they lacked the training to be a challenge to truly test her Cyromantic powers. She admitted she wondered what Kren was capable of? He had removed a door, would he be open to the door she was proposing? A door into a future for the Vran where they would not be a weak cast of Force Users, but able to contend with The Path of Thought’s paladins and the Path of Emotion’s dark knights.

TAG: Kren

 

[Kren]

He tilted his head in a slight nod to her on their world needing strong Vran, and what they were at risk to. It was a shame to him where their home was at now, even if no longer under the threat of the eternal Empire. They had instead managed to lose their strength without them. Maybe their presence played a hand in it, but still. It was the Vran that failed to replace their lost leader. And now these others stood in his place.

But then the blush and there was a tilt of a smile again on him and his head at the apparent rarity of it. And rather her other titles. "Comets and Queens are both beautiful things each of their own power. As with this lady of Ice. When we are done with these un-deserving, I would hope for more time." he said, reiterating again his thoughts on her. "I left home only to strengthen my Vo, now that I am back however. All my avenues as a warrior of Vran'Ti are returned."

He believed she'd understand the implication that those avenues included more than just serving in the military but were she to choose so, her as well. These dark jedi, they were but distractions in the moment. As fast as they were destroyed up here, they would be destroyed on the ground. He fought greater things in training with the Zhorngi and prevailed, these things, they were nuisances to the greater interests at present. Ones that should be dealt with, but still, nuisances.

Pele Vo

 

[Pele Vo]

Pele found her icy skin grow in blushes, he had turned titles that some used to demean to flatter, and he was so right! Comets and Ice were beautiful! To regulate her tempsturr she blowed from her mouth some cold wind and snowflakes, which began to float in the cabin. Each waa unique as she was, and then he mentioned something greatly on his mind, his Vo. He had come home to restore hinself in everyway.

“These avenues.. if I understand your meaning..” She winked, her behavior was completely unbound, to all others she was a frozen Dame, a Ice Maiden, and Comet Queen, but to Kren she was conducting herself more like a Lady in Waiting, that is very flirtatious.

“Are you bound to another? Though it matters little among our people, I find in this respect I am also unique, I seek a life mate to help me achieve a new birth for the Vran..”

She tried to compose herself, to quell her overabudence of details, but his Vo weakened her resolve, she was smitten and failing to hide it. If her subjects could see her, they would form a coup, and yet it was euphoric, to unbind herself. Her mind rationalizes that there was great risk, and yet it seemed she no longer cared. Her heart was thawing, and it was Kren’s doing. She had begun to fear no worthy prospect could be found on Vran’Ti, most of the males being too weak for her ambitions. Then He arrived, on the eve of battle no less so that she could sample his raw strength and consider his candidacy. She wanted decendants that would be as ice and iron, able to comtinue her work beyond her death, for even Vran were not immortal. It would be folly to not consider the future, to secure the thrond with progeny. And now the “avenue” was before her for all her great hopes, the question was would he hook his iron chain to her comet? That Iron and Ice could be One force that no Vran pretender, nor even the Daritha, could stand against!

TAG: Kren

 

[Kren]

He watched as the snowflakes flowed out from her and her reaction to him, there was something unusually exciting about all this. He'd never truly engaged anyone in such an interaction before. Never sought out companionship before beyond protection of fellow soldiers. Now, things were different. And who he was with was different. Not only an interest to him, but openly interested in him. Her next words only furthered that clarity, and he did not help the smile.

There was something additionally pleasing about the effect he'd seemed to have on her. Which warmed him all the more. To have started something so warm so fast just on his arrival to him, perhaps it was the return itself. Perhaps it was many things or very few. It didn't matter though did it, "I have had none. Strength and service was my life." he took advantage of the moment, turning in his chair, he reached out a hand to offer to take hers and lean down to place kiss upon it, "But I think I would be willing for the Queen Pele."

His heart yearned now, a feeling he did not truly expect he could have. And he'd have never considered to ask such a thing of a Vo Ni, yet, here one was. One he sought after. She wished to bring new Vran to this world, and between them, their strength would be deadly. He may not have a spirit strong enough to make him a Vo Ni, but the Vo he had was powerful on it's own. And he was a strong one. And she had shown her own capability before he even arrived, he could not sense her power, yet he felt as if it must be strong. And they were of like minds. What was there left?

They'd have to arrive soon enough on the world, but already he believed their foundations had perhaps been built. This was a new time.

Pele Vo

 

[Pele Vo]

As she listened, her warmth grew, some of her scales of ice on her exposed arm and back melting into drops that fell. He was a devoted Soldier, and had committed his life to that aim. This made Pele’s thawed heart flutter ans beat with such virulity she fanned herself with her hand, when the other was taken by Him and kissed as he made clear he would be willing! That the path to a life bond was open!

She relished this was sealed with a courtly kiss on her hand. His every word a symphony of praise that made her feel royal and flushed.

She smiled as she gave a rey,
“I am unattached, having not found a suitable life mate till now..” she feared this was too forward, that she was moving too fast as she was swept up in these feelings.

“I mean.. I do not wish to presume.. I.. I find your company most pleasing..” Pele became more flushed, worrying she might melt before this Vo Man. She tried to compose herself when the ship indicates they were not only planet side, but the crash site had avoided the shield generator and the haul was intact. Pele found her mind restore control, the threat to Vran’Ti bringing her back to the crisis of the moment.

“We should return to the task at hand.” That sounded cold and so to compensate she said, “How about whoever slays the most Soulless hosts dinner?”

She was endeavoring to manage her personal feelings with that of her duty to the Vran.

TAG: Kren

 

[Kren]

Kren found himself relishing in this, her scales melting and her hand fanning to cool her only fanning a flame for him. And there, more words, more confirmation. His tendency towards such a neutral expression he found, to almost a shock, had drifted. That his face was one clear of his interest. He shook his head on her words on presumption, another gentle kiss on her hand, "And I, yours." he added watching her eyes before the indicators went on. He let out a sigh and gave her another smile before he returned to the diligent warrior as she returned to task.

Then her 'compensation' his eyes quickly looked to hers and he grinned slightly, "To have the Queen host my dinner? I will kill all the swifter for it." he agreed, it didn't feel nearly as odd as he thought it would to try and flirt. He had only ever truly considered such an arrangement for practical means, yet now it was as much personal. More perhaps even.

His Vo would prepare him well before they landed. His body growing immensely more powerful, faster, stronger, more resilient. He would bring a wookiee shame, if only it could keep up with him. He did so all the more intensely now that he had even more to fight for. Not that he would feel humiliated, but this was more than hosting dinner. But to further prove himself for her. Those soulless, who brought him too her, then interrupted their meeting, would now be used as an example.
Pele Vo

 

[Pele Vo]

Kren blessed her hand with another kiss which she treasured and then pledged that he would fight hard if she would be host for a meal just for them. She blushed more, and then they were upon the wreckage of the Dark Jedi:


The Great Cruiser had created a crator trail to the edge of a abyss, Pele looked upon this metal heresy, she raised her hands and her eyes swam with great white and turquiose light, a trail of ice began to paint the too of the ship, making a landing runway.

“Glide on the ice.. it will take us to them.”

The runway of clear crystal ice glowed from with luminesce as part of it rose into the air towards their craft. This display of Cyro powers as she tapped into her Vo was to assure Kren she was a worthy suitor, but as a means to help them reach the foe they intended to fell.

The Great Ship had become like a tomb, inside The Last of the Dark Jedi gathered, they had two hundred HK, Hunter Killers and another hundred of those Droids that had guarded The Prophet. There was some Trandos, and other species who had joined The Dark Scion. Some of them made their way to top of the Cruiser and seeing Kren and Pele’s ship, began to fire their plasma based weapons, blue and purple bolts flying towards them Pele and her Great Warrior. Her eyes flowed white as she made some of ice become spike beneath their feet in icicles, which impaled some of their feet, others slipped off icy haul to their death. What was clear is these Soulless intended to make a final stand, and The Comet Queen with her Mighty Man would have to cut them down one by one.

 

[Kren]

Kren looked upon those before them in the cruiser, knowing they likely stood no chance. In the extremely unlikely event they got past these two, there was no doubt that a Jkri army would be on it's way momentarily. He gave her one last nod and smile as she raised her bridge of ice before them, moving onto it swiftly and charging forwards with his sword raised. He'd aim to take lead in this, his blade moving with the broadside facing the oncoming fire and swiftly blocking their plasma bolts as they charged forwards.

As he did so, two phrik daggers flew off his belt and charged the droids, naturally they'd try to dodge. But the knives would just reorient by command of his Vo, digging into the neck area and cracking the neck out from the chassis. That trick worked just as well on organics. With a grunt of effort he hurled himself through the air, recalling the daggers and then sending his sword hurtling through the air perfectly alligned to cut through anything in it's path while he adjusted to dodging or blocking with the daggers. THe sword too, would get recalled. And the daggers thrown again. Beginning a momentum of destruction that was intended to cut through it from one side and then back around to the other, like he was mowing the lawn. There was another purpose to this however, he wanted them to stay in formation. Against an actual army, they should be scattered. But against only him and Pele, he figured the best way to get the most killed, was to keep them close together. And to give the leader hope, for a little while, that maybe Kren would tire or get shot as he fought against them. And that their prophet would be safe.

He was not, of course. But that shock didn't need to be made as obvious just yet. Efficiency was as important as raw power used here, destroy as many as fast as possible. Create terror in them. A truly elite Zhorngi would have been a rather terrifying sight for this enemy too, those masters of shapeshifting. But he'd passed their tests too, tests not meant for a Shi but for Ven. And he fully intended on proving to Pele just how worthy he was.

Pele Vo

 

[Pele Vo]

TAG: Kren

Pele watched as Kren carved a path forward, creating a trail of black blood from the droids. She channing the ice forged a sword and behan to cut down a sepid, the blade tore into the mechanical warrior, snapping off at the neck as she summoned ice from the landing lane with her Vo, creating a fresh shard which he stabbed into the chest of another, when a hail of bomts began rp fly she summoned walls from the icy floor below, bouncing them back, her command of the Comet dust was extraordinary! She used half walls of thick ice to trip HKs, and then dug her frosted blade into their circuits.

Kren was meeting with success as he dispatched his enemies with cleaver tactics, he leviated Phrik blades into his foes and tore them asunder. It was evident he possessed a great command of the Vo, ad Pele had hoped. She cut down those at his flank, and they came to the hatch that lead inward. Driping a slab of ice, ahe then commanded it to explode into freezing stalactites, as she heard some of flesh defenders cry out. Ahe then dropped down, rhe ligjt from above making her pale features and glowing body ethereal. She was a Queen who dragged her ice blade across the wall, freezing it, her eyes swirling with turquoise Vo, when an HK pointed a blaster at her head and fired. She grabbed rhe barrel and froze the bolt in midair with ice, and then kicked the machine warrior into the wall. She was not impressed by this gear guardians who had no Vo, nor life blood. They were programmed hostiles, soulless of the Soulless, created by inferiors who needed their dead shells to defend them. This was the way of Heretics, overeliance on technologies. While Pele did not forgo the benefits of hyperspace and weapons, strength was strength, she felt some dishonor in blasters. This is one of few commonalities she shared with The Jedai and The Daritha. The Comet Queen waited in the Hall, despite the weakness of droids and these Dark Jedi, if they could amush two Vran, they might have a chance en masse. So The Ice Maiden waited, sensing in The Force her foes waiting in rooms ahead and in hall ways. She wondered if it not best to ser the entire ship abalze. Alas her powere were cyromantic, not immolation.

 

[Kren]

The enemies were not going to be holding up so well it seemed. The hk's were simply unprepared for what they had to face. Although, even had they been forwarned just who they were up against. He wasn't sure how well they could have accounted for it without more wide ranged weaponry that would put themselves into danger. Droids and commons soldiers were not often big enough problems, they had to be well equipped or very competent. While not the worst thing to send against him alone, he wasn't alone.

They came across a hatch in short order, something Pele took care of this time. He smiled briefly looking on her and her glowing form inside the ship as his weapons all returned to a ready position and he leapt in. He spoke quietly, "Does anything need to survive?" he asked her, his sword and one of the blades raising at the command of his Vo, "I may not be able to sense them. But I could threaten every corner we cross."

To him, if none needed to live, and if they were fine with damaging every wall and surface as they went, then he could send his sword and a dagger out. Hurtling through with blades horizontal so they slashed at anything and everything. He might not be able to see what he was hitting or destroying, but it could clear an unexpected room. And pose a serious threat to a prepared one, enough that when they did step out their own danger would be significantly lessened. That, and it might speed things up. In his eyes. And the faster they cut through this, the sooner he had time for other things.

Pele Vo