Where Did They Go? (OS Dominion of the Lialic System)

[Armand Temi]

[4/20]
Objective: C - Avoidance of the task
Location: Hotel in the capital of Lialic
Allies: [member="Greta Kohler"] [member="Garivald"] [member="Froste"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Rys'sya"] [member="Jurs Deyi"]

This time Bella received no more warning or admonishment from Darth Pyrrhus. She began to visibly relax in the classroom, her shoulders softening, her gaze distractedly passing over the other Acoyltes. They all seemed so far beyond her in skill already - the Farghul, the Miralukan, the blonde Acolyte who seemed to know her Master from another life or time.

So when the Togruta delivered his next set of instructions, anxiety began to crackle in the pit of her stomach like static electricity. The Chiss-Balosar was convinced she was not as mentally strong as any of them, and whether this was true or not remained to be seen. Out of all of them, she thought perhaps the Farghul would be a good opponent, not necessarily because she perceived him to be weak, but he was a fellow alien like her.

But in the meantime, Bella decided she would stall. As much as she tried to not defy Darth Pyrrhus, especially when she knew he abhorred her feistiness in public company, the blue-skinned Acolyte began to devise a plan to get out of this lesson somehow. The first thing she did was try to put up a mental defense, so no one could surreptiously attack her as she was attempting her evasion of the task. Once the wall was erected, she turned her attention onto Darth Pyrrhus. Again, she knew that she could push the boundaries when she was alone with him. She had often times in his bedroom - and on his ship - manipulated him to some extent. But there was a difference between convincing him to let her smoke an occasional death stick or just to lay with her quietly for the companionship. But this circumvention would need a delicate touch.

I have it, thought Bella. Always one to use her former dancer's figure to her benefit, she mentally commanded one of the test subjects to begin leering her way and then to stumble towards her, arms outstretched as though to grope her right through her practice robes.

"Vizehn ch'itt'suvrecah cat ch'ah veo ch'itt'oso vuhn!" she yelled at the filth-covered man, and Force pushed him away so violently that he crashed into a couple other test subjects and they all fell down causing exactly the type of mayhem she was hoping for.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Location: Welcome to the Hotel California Lialic
Objective: See what's shaking the bacon and recuperate from fighting in one of the many Sith-backed guerrilla "shadow war" rent-a-unit thingamajigs that are totally real
Allies: [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] | [member="Darth Erebos"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Rys'sya"] | [member="Garivald"] | [member="Froste"] | [member="Nomkneer"] (<--- Taste the Rainbow)

(OOC WARNING | OOC WARNING | HIGH LEVELS OF SASS INCOMING | OOC WARNING | OOC WARNING)

Jack tread quickly through the carpeted halls of the hotel. He got in touch with HQ, after a particularly nasty scrap in a residential, about how Acolytes were supposed to have met up at a certain hotel for training. If they had gotten the call just a little bit before entering battle, he would have been spared the injury that he now needed to keep constant pressure on. The best they did for him was give him an EZ field use med kit and tell him to get to the hotel NOW. The pain wasn't crippling, only infuriating. The first thing he was going to do was find somewhere to sit down and crack this case open. He would have done it as soon as he got to the hotel if it hadn't been for the creepy stares the Nautolans gave him and the whispered urges for him to "attend" ASAP. He was probably about fifteen minutes late.

He loudly shoved the conference door open with his good, non-bruised shoulder and let a Nautolan close the door behind him. He immediately went to the table, set down the medkit and started taking off his torso armor piece. He didn't look around at everyone because he didn't care about anyone with this nagging pain in his side. He laid the armor on the table with a clank. Too loud for your session? Challenge mode, kiddies... thought Jack to himself. His black skin suit was the last thing to cover up his torso and wound, so he unzipped the zipper down to his belly button and let it hang from his midsection. He was shirtless, almost as pale as a vampire and his muscle tone was actually developing quite well from the weeks of training and action he had been put through. However, he cared more about the cuts on his side than any stares he got.

He opened the medkit and started reading the EZ Read labels. He needed to clean-spray the wounded area, use the injector pen to get the bacta into the area of the wound and cover it with the clean bandage provided. Simple enough! He grabbed the spray and applied it for a couple seconds like an Axe spray can. He grabbed the injector and said to himself, "Fething needles..." before plunging it in (with a wince), pressing the button and pulling it out. He then undid the plastic covering the adhesive of the body patch and applied it over the wound. The material of the bandage actually created a soothing effect, which was nice.

He finally put everything back in its place in the medkit, shut it and left it there on the table as he redressed in his armor. When the last piece of armor was back on, he looked up and took stock of the situation. He had been paying some attention during his time here. He figured that they were all creepily gathered around a group of poor prisoners and mentally manipulating them to do crazy things.

I mean, I'm sorry, but a guy doesn't just openly admit that he works at a McYoda's. That's the truth. >:^PPPPPPPPPP #DaveWasAnInsideJob2016

He looked around the room and saw/felt a familiar figure ([member="Darth Erebos"]). It didn't matter how strong his power level Force Affinity was, whether it was over 9000 or 3. He could pick his master's signature out of a hay stack. It's the one with Kylo Ren in the woods and things. I know this because I'm his apprentice and stuff. NOTICE ME, SENPAI!!! He made his way over to his master. He caught on that Erebos was trying to blend in as an acolyte, so he said to him,

"How's it going, Pen? What is all of this? Prayer Session FOR or OF the Damned?"

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l1093Xd-Qwk

This was said in jest, of course. A tinge of lingering touchiness over his pain resided in his words, as well. He kept his tone conversational, but those around him could hear just fine. The standing around and practicing of such intimate behavior resembled prayer sessions in a church. However, this wasn't a church...far from it.

He knew very little to nothing of [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]. No one had given him the memo...As such, no acts of courtesy, respect, due process or pretty much any form of attention were given in his direction. He was just another person at this event walking around and occassionally chatting with people as far as Jack was concerned or knew. He wasn't aware that practice had moved past these prisoners and on to fellow acolytes.

He witnessed the physical fiasco of [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] using the force to shove one of the poor men across the room, but not the subtle trickery she had employed to cast the man in a bad light. He immediately went over and stepped in between the sprawled men and the "woman scorned, of which Hell hath no fury similar to".

"Sithspit!" He protested. "Haven't they gone through enough!? Have you ever tried regular communication like a civilized human---" He looked around and realized everyone in attendance was actually pretty mixed. He quickly recovered by saying, "---like a civilized person!?" He used telekinesis to get the urine-smelling, flustered man onto his feet. He almost used his hand to steady the man, but he thought twice about it. The man smelled horrible and he was likely full of undesirable memories of torture that Jack didn't want to have to experience with his psychometry. He let the man stand and walk by himself, giving him the occasional nudge in the right direction as he steered him away from the crowd of acolytes and towards the conference table where they could sit.

"Let's move away a bit," he told the smelly prisoner. "Do you have a name?...Any name?" The man was still quite flustered, so Jack kept talking. "No name? I'll just have to call you Bob until you give me your name then, Bob." The man started to protest weakly about that not being his name, but Jack talked over him and said, "Well, Bob, I'm going to have to keep calling you Bob until you give me your real name. Let's sit down for a bit and just relax, okay? It's good to get away from the crowds..."

Jack would continue to make small talk with the man, guiding him to give up bits of seemingly unimportant bits of information about his life.

(More development about that on the way, but I think you all will want a chance to respond. >:^) )

 

[Rys'sya]

[4/20]
Location & Objective: Unchanged.
Allies: [member=Darth Pyrrhus], [member="Jack Mirrikh"], [member="Bellatrix Celvina"]

Rys'sya would have regained her composure by the time the Voice of the Dark Lord finished giving the assembled students their new task. And, that was before the... well... blundering imbecile stormed in with little regard for whom or what he was interrupting. She'd observed the exchange between the one acolyte, who radiated to her perception a dark, cerulean aura, etched with streaks of scarlet throughout, and the prisoner. She caught the exchange, visible to her perception as a tendril of her fellow acolytes aura invading the aura of the prisoner, before the prisoner accosted her to the reward of swift, concussive retribution. A coy smile cut across her face as the blundering buffoon stormed over to the prisoner. Her own aura, an extension of her will, reached out, caressing her fellow acolyte's aura. At their distance, coupled with the fact that the Miralukan had yet to turn her face away from the Lord of Pain, made it improbable for the gathered acolytes to have any awareness that she was really doing anything at all.

But, the caress was to the acolytes aura what a 'handshake' between two devices on the holonet was. She was seeking access through the Force into the woman's psyche. Her natural affinity would get her at the very least to the surface. Just enough to gleam surface thoughts, and to send her own in return if she willed. Her tone, mentally, until identified was unrecognizable, unable to be determined as male or female. The voice spoke into the woman's mind. <I hope you do not mind, though it matters not in the long run, but I chose you as my.... partner.... for Lord Pyrrhus' exercise....> She felt the woman's anxiety over this. Truth be told, she relished the sensation. But, she also knew that it would serve no benefit to gain an enemy here. <Perhaps, we can.... Be of benefit to one another.... I can help you, no strings attached, in exchange for your participation in this exercise....>

Would she, the holder of the cerulean aura, accept her offer? An alliance was always beneficial, in the long term. One less reason to constantly watch over your shoulder was always a good thing.... Though, they all were Sith.... There can be no explicit trust.... But, some measure of trust was far better than none at all.

But should Rys'sya be forced, she would follow through with Darth Pyrrhus' instructions and attempt to force entry without any reservations or considerations for what could have been a comrade. A chance at cooperation, and even a chance to get herself a leg up in this circumstances all depended on if the woman decided to be okay with this fellow acolyte attempting to break through to her mind for the sake of Darth Pyrrhus' lesson.

That coy smile, which was there for only the briefest of moments, faded as she decided to offer up one last little tidbit to the woman. <It was a good ploy though, getting the prisoner to 'accost' you.... Though I'm certain the Lord of Pain saw it as I did....>

 

[Darth Timoris]

Post: 5/20​

She presumed the Hutt left the cockpit to update his partner, a Weequay with a name she couldn't even pronounce, let alone remember. Unlike the Hutt, the Weequay was quiet, darkly quiet. She knew the type well; his deadly, cold-blooded stare told her all she needed to know. He was the type she'd typically avoid working with at all cost. In this case, however, she'd had no choice. As part of her cover, the Hutt crime-lord had sent the two thugs as her ‘escorts.’ What that really meant is they were watching to make sure she didn't try to cheat the boss. When the stakes were high, this was standard operating procedure.

Little did the crime-lord know what she actually had planned. His credits were not part of her agenda.

In general, the crime-lord actually trusted her. She had worked in this persona on and off for years now. You never knew when you needed something and she wouldn’t be the first Sith to have a false identity.

Her back-story had her living on Nar Shaddaa most of her life. Her mother and father had died leaving her with nothing but a handful of credits and the clothes on her back.

She wound up running with a gang of similarly-orphaned street urchins, sneaking through Nar Shaddaa's ducts and alleyways, stealing and scrounging to survive. Most of those kids wound up getting killed or becoming thugs for one of Nar Shaddaa's numerous crime lords. With her natural skill with machines she became a mechanic in the grimy shipyards deep in Nar Shaddaa's Undercity until she worked her way up to sit in the pilot's seat.

And like a lot of lies, there was enough truth in there to keep the pretence easy.

 

[Armand Temi]

[5/20]
Objective: C - Begin the mental duel
Location: Hotel in the capital of Lialic
Allies: [member="Greta Kohler"] [member="Garivald"] [member="Froste"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Rys'sya"] [member="Jurs Deyi"] [member="Jack Mirrikh"] [member="Nomkneer"]

As Bellatrix snickered, watching the test subjects fall over like rumble-pins, a newcomer Acolyte entered the room and pulled the wretched man to his feet, taking him to the side.

Apparently the Acolyte had made a new friend. How charming. Okay, now how to further get out of this lesson, perhaps out of the hotel altogether to smoke a sneaky death stick-

Suddenly, she felt a subtle touch caressing the mental wall she had erected before she performed her antics with the human guinea pigs. Bellatrix’s well-groomed brows furrowed as she assessed the voice, not knowing if it were male or female. She gazed around the room to see if she could lock eyes with whoever had entered her mind, but she could not detect the intruder. There was nothing to do but listen to the words. At the offer of help, Bellatrix mentally projected in Cheunh, Ch'ah k'ir nah bapun veo vatt'ah! But she realizing the voice might not be able to understand her, she telepathed next in angry Basic: I don’t need your help!

As the voice continued, judging her last performance, the blue-skinned girl responded: “Thank you, but I am very accomplished at knowing what works with Master Pyrrhus and what does not.” Bellatrix wasn’t convinced that her familiar Togruta Master would not be able to see through her ruse with the test subjects.

But that remained to be seen.

Then to punctuate her statement, the Chiss-Balosar hybrid sent her intruder a small mental blast of angry emotion, her aura flaring crimson now, giving the fellow Acolyte a warning to tread carefully. Bellatrix may have been weaker in mentalism, but she was spirited and resourceful. Like a starved animal, she would fight back if cornered.

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective: Learn from the master!
Location: In the room, A hotel
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Darth Erebos"], and the gang
Post: 3

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wtC744jVWmE



Nomkneer had full concentration on what Pyrrhus was saying to the young acolyte of the one sith, his ears seeped in every sound of his voice as his teachings would help him better this ability even further. He took a step back and then listened to the new rules of the game, it was interesting that the twist was to do it against eachother, it was the perfect way Nomkneer would ever learn this technique to his fullest. He had his eye upon [member="Darth Erebos"], after some time he had recognized him but prefer to maintain silence, a sith asassin behavior. The kaleesh went and walked towards Erebos as if he didn't know him and asked him to be his partner for this part of the lesson. Soon Nomkneer began to concentrate, this helped him have some what of defense against mind tricks as his many meditation have helped him sharpen his mind.

He knew that Darth Erebos would be extremely difficult to control but the kaleesh wanted to see just how far were his current limits with this technique, one thing is for sure meditation was a good help for this ability as kaleesh tend to be a little more savage than humane. Raising his hand in front of his chest facing towards [member="Darth Erebos"] as he was gazing at Nomkneer intrigued to see if the kaleesh could reach or surpass some expectations. Nothing was certain but things went well in the first time, although the sith knight trained in many abilities and styles will be an almost impossible task.

'Well better me than any other of these other fresh meats, they wouldn't be able to do anything to [member="Darth Erebos"]'

He thought before starting to concentrate, using the force to try to gain some information on the Darth, he stood straight forward and his focus was as sharp as meditation, his force energy would focus in his brain and his mind adapted to the force. Nomkneer couldn't infiltrate Erebos' mind but within that focus and mental force being used to be able to seep information from Erebos' mind, he remembered the words of @Lord Pyrrrhus as he was completely seeped into his concentration. After some minutes and increase of force energy, something had seeped in from Erebos, it was a feeling. Sorrow and tamed anger lied within the sith knight, this wasn't much information but it was enough to be able to use in some way.

As he felt Erebos' feelings, it came to be as his own, he could not see anything from within his mind as Nomkneer hasn't reached full capability yet but step by step he is seeping into his mind. Nomkneer came piled in questions to where those emotions came from and who were responsible for them. Many tragedies happen within the members of the sith, it is how we are join within the darkside, it is our ticket home.

So many mysteries within [member="Darth Erebos"]' mind, yet the kaleesh was not gonna give up until he would seep out information from him, he didn't care for any other information, his goal was to find the cause of such feelings.

"Why do you feel sorrow and compressed anger?.."

Whispers. "Master.."

 

[Shaddi]

Objective: C To observe and learn a bit.
Location: Hotel in the capital of Lialic
Allies: @Darth Phyrrus , [member="Nomkneer"], [member="Rys'sya"], [member="Garivald"], [member="Froste"]
Post: 4

When Phyrrus told them of the new exercise he told the woman to stand on all fours to make a chair for him to sit. As [member="Nomkneer"] came to him to ask him to be his partner he simply smiled and nodded his approval, then he decided to simply sit on the woman's back. He could feel Nomkneer try to worm his way into his mind though he had gotten his power to erect a wall over his mind already and he adjusted his walls through every attempt of [member="Nomkneer"] to try and get inside his mind.
However he did find that [member="Nomkneer"] managed to get a little into his mind and found the emotions he had locked away. This annoyed Erebos but he was still focused with a mind uninterrupted by emotion which always allowed him clear and focused thought. After a few minutes he decided to try and Attack [member="Nomkneer"]'s mind as well, sending a mind tendril towards the back of [member="Nomkneer"]'s mind. 'Let's see if you can keep attacking if your defending yourself.'

 

[Rys'sya]

[5/20]
Location & Objective: Unchanged
Allies: [member=Darth Pyrrhus], [member="Bellatrix Celvina"]

She couldn't help it. She didn't intend to be rude. She didn't want to simply invade the other woman's mind. But, when one opens a door for you, it's very hard to not peer at what is on the other side of said door. The emotion, the insecurity, and the resentment. <I genuinely mean't no disrespect. I do wish to render aid. Helping you helps us all.> Her voice, while still still difficult to recognize as male or female though the mental intrusion, remained soothing, in it's own, perverse way.

But, regardless, the angry lashing, while without definite target, and unwieldy, made the ideal opportunity to break through. Much like Darth Pyrrhus used her own attempts at distractions against herself, Rys'sya now used her fellow Acolyte's attempts against her. The door opened, she was able to send a tendril of her own influence covertly through that mental bastion the woman attempted to erect. So much anger, so much pride. Equal parts fear and insecurity. And these were just on the surface. She didn't particularly relish the thought of digging deep into the fellow acolyte's mind. It would make carving an alliance with the acolyte later that much more difficult.

Halting her advance, that tiny sliver of her own aura, likely almost imperceptible to the acolyte, as if a small stick wedged in the doorway. If left for too long, she'd likely notice. So, moving quickly, Rys'sya sent another tendril of her aura, of her mental capacity shooting towards Darth Pyrrhus. Not invasive, but merely as a hand-shake, a cautious, polite handshake. To the Lord of Pain alone she spoke. <My Lord.... How deep must we dig? I do not wish to risk causing needless damage to my peers, unless that is what is deemed necessary.> She knew, with that tendril, and a little strategic prodding, she'd be able to break beyond the surface thoughts and emotions of her fellow acolyte, but beyond that? Rys'sya was not sure. Perhaps the acolyte had greater emotional fortitude deeper down, past the initial layer? Rys'sya was not necessarily a terrible person. She was clinical, and strove for professionalism. She wanted to perform as required, no more, no less. Efficiency is excellence. Wasted effort was just that, a waste.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

[SIZE=9pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] A - Convert influential individuals to become Sith supporters and have them rise up against their ruler[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Post:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [6/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Konrad put on a poker face to hide the disgust he felt towards this repulsive socialite.

"The One Si-"

"Shhhhh darling." She cut him off, something that annoyed Konrad greatly, pressing a finger to his lips. "I don't want to hear what the One Sith wants, darling. I want to know what you want. Politics is awfully boring."

'How could one woman be so annoying?' Konrad pondered. Being cut off when he was speaking was one of many things that annoyed him, further adding to the annoyance Konrad felt towards the socialite. "If your intentions are not to speak about One Sith business then, I am leaving." There was only so much he could take. Moreover, he had an itch he needed to scratch - an itch to slaughter the woman and every single servant in her mansion. Once Konrad had left the premises, he had intended to call his men to burn the house in the ground and its occupants to ash.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]"I apologize darling; I've always desired whatever I could not have. Now let us talk about business." The woman stroke the seat on the sofa besides her, something that Konrad ignore, again. "Republic, Sith, frankly, I do not care who is in charge. I care most about my own entertainment. Since you obviously will not give me what I want, I request that you beat my best man in battle before I become a supporter of the Sith."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]"Fine." Was Konrad's curt reply to the socialite’s proposition.[/SIZE]

 

[Garivald]

Objective: Learn how to mentally attack and defend himself
Location: Hotel in the capital of Lialic
Allies: Frostehttp://starwarsrp.net/user/10083-froste/, Rys'sya, Darth Pyrrhus, Bellatrix Celvina, Darth Erebos, Nomkneer, [member="Greta Kohler"], [member="Jack Mirrikh"], other sith
[4/20]

After being instructed to pair off and mentally duel by the Togruta Sith Lord, Garivald slowly scanned the others scattered throughout the room. Opening himself to the force he quested with his mind trying to gauge the other acolytes for someone that was as close to his level as he could. The last thing he wanted was to be completely outclassed and dominated in front of his peers.

He'd already dismissed Knight Kohler as too strong an opponent. He had meet her briefly during his training on Korriban and knew instinctively that he couldn't compete with her. Moving on, he quested out towards the acolyte that wore an oddly shaped helmet (Darth Erebos) that had been silent. He gave off a subtle feeling of danger; almost calculating in nature. He would trust his instincts and stay away from that one. Seeing how he was already engaged in combat with another acolyte it didn't matter anyway.

He also had no desire to take on Cole Tymen (Froste) or the Miraluka. He had seen how easily the both of them had overpowered and gained control of their prisoners.

That just left the female Chiss and the abrasive newcomer.

The newcomer was a complete unknown to him; too much a variable. Yes he was physically wounded; but Garivald himself knew very well how little that effected ones mental capacities, if trained properly. Also the strangers loud and disruptive behavior had seemed....planned out somehow. As if he wanted to make others underestimate him. Either that or he really did treat everything like one big joke. The farghul half-breed didn't feel like finding out which it was.

Which brought him to the chiss. She had seemed reluctant to participate for some reason. He had felt a mixture of disgust at what they were doing as well as seemed to be a lethargic person by nature. Although she had been pretty fething skilled at these mental techniques during the groups second attempt.

She's seems more likely to defend herself than she is to attack. And even if she does attack, she'll probably do it half-assed. Which will be good for me, seeing how I don't have a clue how to defend myself yet.

Stepping forward he stopped when he saw the chiss turn her head sharply to the miraluka. Kriffing hell... he was too late. Looking around he sighed and began walking towards the human Froste. Hopefully his fellow acolyte would be willing to go easy on him. They had trained in the same group on Korriban after all.

"Greetings, Cole Tymen. Would you mind sparing with me?"

After being given consent, Garivald closed his eyes and opened himself to the force. Reaching out with his thoughts he began questing out, feeling around his opponents mind, looking for any weak-points that he could exploit. He sincerely hoped he'd be able to put up a good fight against his fellow acolyte.

 

[Darth Timoris]

Post=6/20​

Timoris plunged a hand into her robes and pulled out a small ice-pick. She placed it lengthwise between her teeth, freeing her hands to push buttons on the dashboard.

Satisfied that no more interaction was required, she removed the ice pick from her teeth and gave the sharp tool a playful spin between her nimble fingers.

She got up out of her seat and moved behind the cockpit to inspect her cargo, taking the ice pick with her. She stopped beside a two-meter-long, black plastoid box that rested on a hovering gravsled, which she'd magnetically anchored to the wall. A switch was on the box's side. Timoris pressed the switch and the box's upper lid slid back, revealing a transparisteel coffin. Through the transparisteel, she could clearly see the unconscious, motionless form of a Jedi.

The coffin was actually an exotic stasis pod. A life system monitor was embedded into its side, and a thin layer of ice had formed over it. With surgical precision, she made a quick jab with the ice pick, shattering the ice without damaging the screen. Timoris leaned close to the monitor so she could read the Jedi's vital signs on a data display.

His condition had not changed. He was close to death, just as he had been ever since she had sealed his body in the coffin. Whether he lived or died depended entirely on how one was inclined to adjust the coffin's controls. She would have gladly killed the Jedi on the spot, but the contract hadn’t been to end his life, only to transport him to the Liliac system..

She sealed the plastoid box, then tucked the ice pick into her belt as she moved back to the cockpit. Just as she returned to her seat, the comms came alive again.

 

[Armand Temi]

[6/20]
Objective: C - Begin the mental duel
Location: Hotel in the capital of Lialic
Allies: [member="Greta Kohler"] [member="Garivald"] [member="Froste"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Rys'sya"] [member="Jurs Deyi"] [member="Jack Mirrikh"] [member="Nomkneer"]

"You want to help me like a Sarlaac helps a person lost in the desert," she shot back, telepathically. The honeyed tone of the voice did not fool Bellatrix.

No time would be wasted now. She knew it was a matter of time before the determined, fledgling mentalist would pick up the pace. Currently, she could feel the assailant in there assessing her emotional state. So the half-Chiss Acolyte used the miniscule pause in the intrusion to begin putting up her own defenses. For Bella this was a winding labyrinth, equal parts hedge maze and underground catacombs. The maze first went underground where it was cold, dark and foreboding, only to rise to the surface where it was sunny, beautiful and captivating to the point where the intruder may want to stay awhile and relax,dipping their bare feet in a crystal blue pond. In this place any opponent would feel the sunshine on their face and be lathered in a radiating warmth of deceivingly loving mental energy. And in the middle is where Bellatrix curled up and hid, like a spider waiting for a fly to come into her web.

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective: Survive the mind trick attack!
Location: The hotel
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Darth Erebos"], and one sith
Post: 4


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qEja72NSg5Q



As Nomkneer was somehow able to grasp emotion coming from Erebos' mind, it was certain that the Darth would counter at him. He was unable to block his mental attack, he could only focus and try to withstand it as the sith knights power would overwhelm him. The kaleesh started focusing in his mind a way to flow in the force, it helped but not enough Erebos could gaze into Nomkneers self, easily. After a few seconds he could feel Erebos seeping into his mind, searching through his brain like pages on a book. Everything from the basic alchemic teachings from his father to the hunting and Niman from his then battle master all until the point where he currently stands. He felt as he saw when he killed the tuka'ta mother and kept the cub, when he faced against the legions of Taloraan.

"aaerrghhhhhhh"

Is all he was able to speak while trying to even maintain his conscious as Erebos would search his mind as he pleases. The thing that the Darth had forgotten is that Nomkneer has entire darkness within his mind that provokes his constant instanity. The darkness would connect to Erebos and the darkness would ooze trying to reach into Erebos' mind and infect him with the insanity that Nomkneer currently posseses. His past engraved the darkness through the hatred of his people and later then, himself. Nothing was certain but Erebos had to find a way to repel the darkness without infectation, Although knowing his master it wouldn't surprise him seeing his capabilities.

That was not the only real problem of the current situation, the darkness was kept hidden inside of the kaleesh minimizing his insanity and with the focus of his many sessions of meditation he was able to control his darkness up to a certain point. After Erebos went and took a look the darkness flowed out on its own will spreading across Nomkneer increasing his insanity once more. Sudden collapse happened to him, he could barely withstand the mental corruption and stomach pain given by the spreading darkness. The kaleesh would lie on the floor feeling colder as it took grasp of its mind, only the strength of the capable could help him seal this once more.

"help me"

would come out barely spoken up to the point where it seemed whispered, Nomkneer had felt Erebos' sorrow and tamed anger but now he will meet Nomkneers greatest fear with his own mind. Although Erebos is not the only one capable and he is disguised, while collapsed on the floor [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] might step in.

 

[Shaddi]

Objective: C To observe and learn a bit.
Location: Hotel in the capital of Lialic
Allies: [member="[SIZE=14px]Darth Pyrrhus"], [member="Nomkneer"], [member="Rys'sya"], [member="Garivald"], [member="Froste"], [member="Jack Mirrikh"]
Post: 5[/SIZE]

Erebos had been distracted when [member="Jack Mirrikh"], his other apprentice, had spoken to him and it looked like he had largely ignored him though in reality he had been largely absorbed in the mind of the woman he had been practicing on. Now he was fully entrenched in mental warfare with [member="Nomkneer"] feeling and experiencing his training sessions, the alchemy all of it, even the darkness when it began to show itself inside the Kaleeshi's mind. The darkness felt a little familiar in it's own way like something that could have happened to Erebos himself if his path had been different.
When [member="Nomkneer"] fell down something in Erebos snapped awake, the father like instinct he had for his apprentices, the urge to help nurture and guide them to knighthood while making sure they also survived to it as well. Going down on one knee Erebos gathered all is power, everything he had learned since joining the one sith would be used now as he poured his power into [member="Nomkneer"]'s mind so much so that he suddenly stood alone inside a large room, around him, he saw a down ridden building? tent? He couldn't tell but he then noticed two Kaleesh in a corner of the room, one adult and the other was a child. '[member="Nomkneer"] with his father I presume.' Erebos thought as he began to walk towards the two but stopped as he felt something appear behind him, he didn't have to turn around to know what it was. "You're the one threatening my apprentice aren't you?" He said as he turned around and saw a version of [member="Nomkneer"] but it was completely dark and wisps of black smoke seemed to emanate from it as well.
The shadow simply cocked it's head to the side and then turned it's ligthsaber on and screeched in an blood-curdling scream before it charged towards Erebos giving him only barely enough time to turn his own saber on and block the attack that came at him. "You do not control him And you certainly picked a wrong opponent in me." He said as he gave the shadow a kick into it's chest to send it hurtling back and crashing into and through the wall on the other side.
As the large hole was in the wall came into being when the shadow went through the wall, a blinding light shone through and he suddenly saw himself at another location. He saw [member="Nomkneer"] standing over another dead Kaleesh, holding a dagger in his hand. Erebos could see that [member="Nomkneer"] had been fighting the other one and had won but now was the time. Moving up to [member="Nomkneer"], Erebos grabbed his shoulder and turned him around, he was hoping he could snap [member="Nomkneer"]'s mind into this space in his memory and mind. "Wake up! [member="Nomkneer"] you have me here to help you, now stand and fight this Darkness in your mind and beat it, break it and banish it from you! If you can't get rid of it bend it to your will, make a weakness into your own strength!" He shouted at @Nonkneer as he held him tightly on the shoulder with one hand and in the other he held his lightsaber, lit and ready. Behind him he heard the same screech from the shadow once more and he turned his head around to look at it. "YOU WILL NOT HAVE MY APPRENTICE!" He shouted at it as he sent a large surge of Force Lightning into it to sent it staggering back. 'It's stronger?!' He thought in surprise.

 

[Froste]

Objective: Learn from Darth Pyrrhus
Location: Hotel in the capital
Allies: [member="Darth Erebos"] @Nomkneer @Bellatrix Celvina @Garivald @Rys'sya @Jack Mirrikh [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | Other Sith
Post:[4/20]

Cole studied the group of Acolytes after Darth Pyrrhus had given his command. Pitting us against each other... The best way to learn is to practice against those equal to you, I suppose. But who shall I practice with? Members of the learning group seemed to find partners faster than Cole could. There was, however, another Acolyte who seemed lost in finding another partner as well. Cole had met this one on Korriban, part of a large training group. Garivald was his name, if Cole's memory served correctly. The other Acolyte looked at the loud newcomer, but didn't settle with him as a partner. It appeared he then went to the Chiss as a practice partner, but she had focused on the Miraluka. Then, Cole noticed the half-Farghul look in his direction, and start to make his way over to him. When Garivald had reached a close enough distance, he spoke, "Greetings, Cole Tymon. Would you mind sparring with me?"

Cole smirked beneath his mask, and nodded slightly and replied, "Of course, Garivald. I will spar with you." Immediately after he spoke, he could feel Garivald reaching out through the force. Not only was Cole not entirely sure on how to defend himself, he was not prepared to have to react that quickly. He began to focus on trying to keep Garivald out of his mind, but with a sloppy technique and an unclear objective, Cole had most definitely given Garivald an entrance. He began to prepare himself to try to expel Garivald from his mind.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

[SIZE=9pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] A - Convert influential individuals to become Sith supporters and have them rise up against their ruler[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Post:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [07/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Unsurprisingly, Konrad's opponent was a rather handsome and well-built young man. 'Is this her best man or her favourite boy toy?' the Brigadier General wondered as he evaluated his opponent. Either way, it did not matter; his pretty boy was not going to be so pretty by the time Konrad was through with him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Konrad and the socialite's best man[/SIZE] stood in the middle of a makeshift arena in the garden of the manor. Instead of drawing his lightsaber, the soldier drew his sword. When a sword cuts flesh, it bleeds unlike a lightsaber that instantly cauterizes the wound. Konrad wanted to smell the scent of his opponent's blood and be able to examine his victims blood trails once he finished the man off.

[SIZE=9pt]Excited, the socialite announced the start of the match. "May the best man win." She smiled, blowing a kiss to the pretty boy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The young man thrusted his spear at Konrad as soon as the match commenced. The thrust was one with fear and desperation. The pretty boy could tell that Konrad was a powerful man.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Konrad simply blocked the attack and retaliated with a force push, throwing the young man onto the ground. The boy did not stand a chance against the Brigadier General and could only watch helpless as Konrad closed in on his prey.[/SIZE]

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[5/20]​

Objective: Train Acolytes
Location: Hotel in the capital of Lialic
Allies: [member="Greta Kohler"], [member="Garivald"], [member="Froste"], [member="Bellatrix Celvina"], [member="Rys'sya"], [member="Darth Erebos"], [member="Nomkneer"] @anyone else who wants to learn stuff

Everyone started pairing up. Some politely asked for a spar, others came knocking without an invitation. Pyrrhus cared little for their methods, and was pleased to see the lesson move along. It was learn by doing. One-on-one classes would have been more effective, but this allowed him to pass on the basics to a larger group. Whether they let that be it or continued to hone their skils to perfection was completely left in their hands. It was their job to learn, as much, if not more, as it was his to teach.

There was one late arrival. Pyrrhus didn't seem to care. What knowledge they missed, they lost, and that was on them. The acoyte could've subtly integrated himself with the rest, or made some sort of explanation for his late arrival. He did neither. Instead, he entered with disregard to the lesson, offering nothing but noise and disturbance. He showed no interest for becoming a part of the lesson either. The lesson was not mandatory, but for those seeking to grow. Without warning the Sith Lord gathered his fury and unleashed his power with the use of the Force in an attempt to fling [member=Jack Mirrikh] out. Pyrrhus did not care to be gentle, nor did he show any restraint due to the wound. He had brought it on himself, and Darth Pyrrhus' patience had worn out. The aim was simple: violently rip the acolyte from where he stood and toss him out the door. If successful, the doors would close behind him with a gesture of the Togruta's wrist. If he wanted to come back in he would have to find a better way to enter.

His attention turned to Bella, where some kind of scene unfolded. As he had been distracted he had not followed the situation as it played out. Though he did find it strange how one of the prisoners seemingly tried to grope her. You'd think he had more pressing problems to worry about. Whether intentional or not, Bella's reaction became another element of distraction from the purpose of the lesson. That familiar gut feeling told him that there was more to this. He had learned to trust and recognize that feeling as another manifestation of the Force There were quicker, more efficient ways for her to deal with such moves. Even so, he did not know what her end goal was. Emotions still lingering from the other one, he fet an urge to lash out and get her to behave. However, he stilled himself upon realizing that she and the Miraluka had already begun their dance. Whatever her plan had been, she would have to re-adjust it to account for Rys'sya now.

As if on cue, he received [member="Rys'sya"]'s telepathic message. So far he had left it all vague, offering freedom to the Acolytes. But since she asked, she received terms <The purpose of this exercise is to hone your defensive and offensive skills. Once you breach the defenses of your target you have succeeded. No further action is necessary> Much like back at the Academy, students killing other students was not condoned. It happened, but the point was secrecy and discretion. There would only be consequences if they were found out. She had brought attention to herself. Not that he suspected she would seek to cause havoc among the minds of her peers, but he would be watching now.

One acolyte had gone down. [member="Nomkneer"] had collapsed on the word, calling for aid. Pyrrhus was not known to be one of the most supportive masters out there. With him, it was success or death. Those who pleaded for mercy did not deserve it, those who fell in the line of duty were never meant to become Sith in the first place. Harsh, but he had managed to live by it so far. Fortunately for the acolyte, his partner was quick to offer his assistance. It would appear they knew each other from before. Pyrrhus continued to watch over the lesson, standing still and observing what went on in the room through the Force, prepared to offer guidance where needed.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

[SIZE=9pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] A - Convert influential individuals to become Sith supporters and have them rise up against their ruler[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Post:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [08/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Konrad was never a fan of allowing his victim a quick death when the chance for giving his victim a slow and painful death presented itself. Swinging his sword, the Sith severed one of the pretty boy's legs. It was easier to kill at one's own leisure when the prey had trouble escaping.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The boy howled in pain as flesh and bone was severed and his right leg became a stump. While his prey was incapacitated by pain, Konrad picked up his victim's spear and skewered the pretty boy through the chest, pinning him down and leaving him unable to escape.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Standing just beyond his opponent's reach, the Brigadier General sent several surge of Force Lightning to assault his victim's face. By the time Konrad was through, the victim's pretty face was scared beyond recognition. Had the man the socialite sent to fight him not been someone who seemed more than her servant, he would not have brutally assaulted his face. In short, Konrad did it solely in retaliation of what a pest the socialite was during their discussion. Now it seems Konrad had deprived her of her favourite boy toy.[/SIZE]

 

[Garivald]

Objective: Learn how to mentally attack and defend himself
Location: Hotel in the capital of Lialic
Allies: [member="Froste"], [member="Rys'sya"], [member="Darth Pyrrhus"], [member="Bellatrix Celvina"], [member="Darth Erebos"], [member="Nomkneer"], [member="Greta Kohler"], [member="Jack Mirrikh"], other sith
[5/20]

He attacked the moment Cole Tymen had agreed to the duel. It was a little underhanded to blindside his opponent like he'd done; but Garivald knew he didn't stand a chance otherwise. He wanted to be the first to attack so that he could observe the other acolytes defenses. He had no idea how to defend his mind, so if could just watch and see how it was done, then he'd have an idea... something to work with.

Reaching out with his mind, he began probing at the others mind, trying to learn. He already noticed the differences between Cole and the prisoner. The prisoner hadn't noticed Garivalds poking and prodding. His mind had been soft and malleable in a way; having no noticeable defenses to speak of. Once he'd found what he was looking for it had been easy to breach that ones mind.

Cole on the other hand; he'd noticed and reacted immediately.

When Garivald had began probing, the acolyte was there waiting for him; hardening that part of his mind off from intrusion somehow. Withdrawing slightly, he moved to another spot and tried again. Cole reacted again; reinforcing that section of his mind.

Getting confident in his attempts, he picked up his speed; probing more often and with a little more force. Yet again Cole was ready and waiting, rebuffing him at every turn. Growing frustrated, the mix-breed had an idea come to him. He began adding feints to his probing; poking and prodding here and there, then withdrawing immediately. He repeated this again and again; building up momentum as he went.

He decided it was time to make a gamble and try to intrude into the other acolytes mind.

Withdrawing one more time after making yet another feint, Garivald formed a mental spike and drove it into the same spot he'd just left. Feeling a brief resistance for a moment; he was suddenly in Coles mind.

Oh... uhh... I'm not really sure what we're supposed to do after this. I, uhh... think I'm going to withdraw. I... guess I'ts your turn now? Maybe?

He quickly withdrew from [member="Froste"] mind. They'd only been instructed to try to defend against the others mental attack. Besides... he had no desire to snoop around Cole's thoughts and memories.

(OOC- edited cause I messed up on a couple things. Should be fixed now.)

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: A - Convert influential individuals to become Sith supporters and have them rise up against their ruler
Post: [09/20]

Despite the suffering Konrad had put the former pretty boy through, the Brigadier General did not allow his victim a quick death. Although the boy did nothing to wrong or slight him, save being forced to fight him, a swift death was better than his victim deserved - something he could not allow.

"Stop!" The socialite yelled, unable to bear sight of Konrad's brutality any further. "This fight is over!"

Slightly annoyed at being interrupted, Konrad pulled the spear out of the boy's body. Although he did not get to kill the servant himself, he was satisfied. Living with the deformities Konrad had so generously bestowed on him was a curse in itself.

"Are you finally ready to become a supporter of the One Sith or would you like me to kill you?" Konrad was tired of playing the socialite's games.

The socialite tried to act as if she was pondering what to do even she had no other choice. She would rather die than swallow her pride. "Very well, I agree."