Warfare on Ancient Ground. (Darth Ananta Vs. Lord Mythos)

[Mythos]

It was the first month after the dig site was complete and Mythos had entierly emptied the dig, every artifact was sealed by curators and transported to a secret location to be safeguarded until sale or traded. Mythos stood in the middle of the digsite as almost all his men left the planet one by one until only him and his Tuk'ata Groom by his side remained


He was unmoving, eyes fixed in the black sky as he sensed something approaching him ever so slowly. Something was coming... and it was coming for him. The force was powerful here... the obelisks around him almost humming with the power of the darkness that was coming. Mythos had in his belt his two handed crimson lightsabers and one blue lightsaber, he wore nothing more than leather short pants and combat boots. His figure was shining in the scorching sun of Korriban... the runes carved upon his bare chest a painful and agonizing reminder of his very real mortality. The Sith Rune carvings caused him an imense and constant pain but it was the only way he could have sealed his essence in the body of his clone... the pain made him strong.

He could sense it closer now, like an arriving storm in the shore it was almost at the gate yet Mythos stood defiant with his eyes now closed and meditating.

[member="Darth Ananta"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

Korriban.

The grave of the ancient Sith and their heathen kings, site of countless wars, with copper colored sands that had gained an appetite for the taste of flesh and blood. There was no amount of history on this ruinous world that mattered to Ananta, however - she had no respect for a culture that had torn itself apart through infighting and met extinction at the hands of an inferior power. Singular Sith lords had been famously capable of feats that put their entire empires to shame - a testament to the shortcomings of the Sith of old until the arrival of the fallen Jedi that warped them and their culture into something worth sustaining. But she wasn't on this dismal world to marvel at the ever lingering presence of the dark side, or to search for the remainder of Ragnos' treasures. With the conquest of the world by the Empire already well on its way to completion, the Sith lord was instead playing the part of enforcer - a part she hoped wouldn't draw too much attention to her existence.

For much the same reason that she acted alone in her role as an enforcer in this distant reach of the Korriban dunes, she avoided the exposure and recognition that assisting the empire in any way more than a formal one would bring. Many didn't tend to realize how many people they met on a simple day to day basis, fewer still in regards to how often they'd recognize anyone they spent more than a moment in passing with by sight. The fewer that knew her, and he fewer that knew her by appearance, the better - it meant keeping herself an enigma, and it also allowed for others to underestimate her. Capable as she was, there was almost no advantage better than a foe that believed themselves superior to an enemy with the capacity to kill them. Carnifex himself had foolishly allowed her the closeness of a bond built by a ritual that had, at one point, bound their souls together. It was a harmless bond in the force now - the properties of the ritual undone by untangling herself from his spirit when she carved her body from that of another - but it would serve as a lesson for both of them in how naive even the most mature and paranoid of Sith could be.

Naive, indeed, was a word she would apply to anyone so foolish to rob the Sith Empire of the relics that the empire itself desired. She was flown in by a single transport that contained only she in its rear. The ship, a tiny thing, really, that was capable of holding maybe ten people at the most, swooped in just beyond the dig site to make a temporary landing for the Sith lord to confront the thief. Ananta, personally, couldn't have cared much less for whatever trinkets the person was taking but she had been tasked with ensuring whomever this person was did not leave with anything more valuable than currency or pottery. Pitch-black eyes stared through the metaphorical gateway formed by two obelisks that towered far taller than she - small as she was, already - and the lightsaber that hung from her hip flew into the open palm of her right hand, fingers quickly wrapping shut around its hilt. "I am Darth Ananta, you have one chance to surrender your findings and submit peacefully to the Sith Empire for interrogation." Came the drab monotony of her voice, clearly hoping against this decision if her tone and lack of excitement revealed anything. "If you do not submit you will be forced into submission." She explained.

The red burst of light from the ignition of her saber bathed her features in its warm glow and she began her slow pace towards him, fully expecting - if not hoping - to fight.

[member="Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos expected company but as the signature came closer to him, the dark side of the force beating like a war drum in its wake, he realized what was coming directly for him was a power he had not faced since before his death. He took a knee and began drawing on the sand beneath his feet, the shuttle of [member="Darth Ananta"] beating a whirlind of sand into his prone figure but he did not mind... he knew this world and could map the valley of the dark lords with little to no effort. His ship was a full kilometer away, in it several artifacts none significant but some would fetch a nice price in the hands of collectors.

He kept drawing in the sand as the shuttle landed and dropped its ramp paying no noticable heed to the iminent threat before him. He started singing in a low toned voice a song that both the Diathim and the Maelibus chanted, one of the few that both sung and knew. The symbol he drew in the sand was the symbol of the One Sith with the background of the emblem of Atrisia...

His eyes rested on it, before turning to look at quite frankly a beautiful female with fire and fury trailing like a whirlwind in her back. He sensed something in her that set her apart from your normal Sith Lord and it spiked his curiosity... she was powerful and also she felt familiar. His expression did not show it, his eyes dug into hers like two blazing suns of yellow fury and when he stood up finishing his song omniously the sand that trailed from his hand seemed to sparkle a spark of green and red as it vanished from his hand with the wind.

Standing tall she spoke to him, he had the pleasure of knowing her given name and to no suprise she claimed the title of darth. He scoffed at that, darths did not serve yet she did and she served Kaine himself... There could only be One Sith it was always One Sith.

It was when she elaborated further and ignited her lightsaber that Mythos narrowed his eyes. His anger sparking violently like a torch in an ambush and bomb in a trap. He took savage breaths as he began to understand her demands and was disgusted by it. Mythos lived and drew breath for the single purpouse of wiping out the Galactic Alliance, the only living threat to the supremacy of the sith and he trained, searched and fought every day in preperation for the day when he would ride to Sullust and wipe them all out like the animals they were.

"You have the courage to face me" He snarled, snapping his back and centering his body giving his chest to her in defiance. His hate for Sith such as these was only slightly less than the hate he had for the alliance, for the assassins of his people, for the loss of Coruscant and for the Death of his Family and the One Sith... they were all to blame, they all hid and ran while he stood and fought to the last man.

The pain of the runes carved by ritualistic daggers into his body still feeling fresh fueled his hate, one billion souls who cried out for vengence, their pain and agony still vivid in his mind as he extended his right hand in a fist and the darkside of the force created a sphere around it by his will.

"But you don't Have the courage to face the Enemy? The Galactic Alliance? You come here and draw your saber at me while they lick their wounds and prepare to attack!?" His voice got stronger and louder with every word, he was not angry he was enraged and although it might blind his focus it fueled his power in the Dark Side of the force... it fueled his Hate.

"I am Mythos, last king of Atrisia... Father to a murdered son, Lord to a slaughtered people and before i break the alliance i will break every bone in your body Darth"

The sphere in his fist ignited and like a gravitational pull created a small storm around the two.