The Old Sith Trials

IC: The Twins
From the Statue Room, on to the Room of the Spike Pit, below the False Tomb of Naga Sadow

“Excuse me, Sci.”

Indignant fury sparked within Scionica at Apollyon’s use of her nickname before the emotion dissipated just as swiftly. Why wasn’t she angry? The honey tones applied to the endearment were quietly soothing and she merely blinked in wondering acquiescence. She felt invisible hands turning her gently to face the wall and she stood meekly, allowing herself to be adjusted. Kevala watched her, surprise showing in her tilted head. Scionica usually exploded in crackling fury if anyone used her nickname.

Viscretus’ blade made quick work of the stone arm and Kevala watched in envy. Her twin blades were wonderfully sharp but they couldn’t do anything in this capacity and she found herself envious of these plasma swords that Force users possessed. She wanted one.

Each twin stood quietly, absorbed by their own musings until Apollyon’s voice, coloured with urgency, shouted “GET IN!”. Honed reflexes kicked into gear and they dived for the entrance that hadn’t previously existed, ducking under the swiftly closing doorway. Keen eyes looked around, regarding the spikes underneath the grated floor with curiosity. Kevala, despite the overwhelming fatigue and increase in physical symptoms, was beginning to regard this place with a certain sense of...intrigue. It was a game, at the end of the day. One where losing would cost your life, to be sure, but a game nonetheless and she found the mental and physical exercises stimulating despite the consequences to her illness. She noted that Scionica, too, had seemed to calm in her insanity which offered her a measure of relief and she gave credit to the incentive that these puzzles had offered. Both women had always worked best under pressure.

Viscretus seemed to be talking to someone and, for a moment, the twins worried they had missed something. However, Apollyon seemed just as confused as they were. "Viscretus, dear, who are you talking to?" The two seemed to be very close friends and Scionica stored that information away for potential future use. Viscretus failed to answer and then, without warning, the room swiftly sunk a measure of metres, causing a collectively swift intake of breath before the motion stopped just as suddenly. Kevala frowned, confusion deepening as Catalyst strolled leisurely to the centre of the small room, his voice reverberating with exaggerated import. While she appreciated and agreed with the phrase he uttered, her face took on a bemused expression. Well that was entirely random, she thought to herself, looking around the room at the others. Was she truly missing something or were the others just as mystified?


TAG: Darth Dreadwar , Volshe , Darth Catalyst, dice , Padawan4687

IC: Reaper
Location: Nar Shaddaa

Reaper having seen the plasma and sensed it as well as seeing the ineffective toss thought quickly and instinctively leaped up in the air and with a force push pushed himself over the plasma shot and forward towards the wardroid wielding his lightsaber he then force pushed himself to the left going at an angle. If forward was 180° he'd be going 135° so as to switch tactics a bit. His master told him "A winner never quit and a quitter never win. If the going gets tough and you're going to lose don't. Change what you're doing and do all you can to never lose even if you must take the other one with you." He smiled under his mask and did the same thing tossing his lightsaber. This time he used the metal in the lightsaber as a conductor and instead of activating the saber he left it off instead shooting force lightning at the saber to then shoot it out of the saber. Instead of drawing it back he activated it timing it for when it'd hit still shooting lightning at it to cause it to go through the saber to the droid directly.

Tag: darthkain7, Darth Catalyst

Combo Post with Darth Solus

IC: Darth Deleritas

Part V

Location: Trapped in the Citadel, Kaas City, Dromund Kaas



Having never removed my mask, I followed slightly behind and to the left of Solus as Lord Nostrem lead us away from the foyer of the Citadel, I did constant sweeps of the rooms, walls, the ceiling, and the floor of everywhere we walked. Dust that was layered thick on the floor was kicked into the air creating a dense fog as Solus and I strolled behind the specter. The same dust caked most of the equipment and skeletons of machines that had been rotting for decades. Something does not feel right here. As confident and strong as Solus is, surely this ancient Sith Lord didn’t fall for the ruse so quickly and easily. I thought to myself and I looked up at Solus as we walked unflinchingly forward. Have we been had? I asked myself.

“I fear that the computers which house the data you seek have long been powered down,” Nostrem replied to Solus with the same courtesy that the Lord was showing him. “The generator fell into disrepair not long after the rats started infesting my skull.” The spectral Lord twitched and brought a ghostly hand up to scratch his face lightly. “Something I do not recommend. Alas, in order to access much more than the main hall that we stand in, you’ll have to find some way to get them started again. Unless you just happen to have a power droid handy that you can plug into every socket along the way to power every door.” Nostrem turned and began stepping towards a staircase leading down to the depths of the Citadel. “Unfortunately, I won’t be able to provide much more than verbal assistance,” Nostrem lamented wearily. “It takes all that’s left of my fleeting power to maintain even this form after feeling the pull of death for so long.”

“I do suppose it is a good thing I’m still around to be your guide,” Nostrem called over his shoulder, assuming he was being followed down into the unlit catacombs. “It is rather pointless of me to ask for payment though. I suppose your honeyed words will continue to suffice Lord…” Nostrem paused and turned to look at Solus over his shoulder, “forgive me, but you did not introduce yourselves properly. How shall I address you?” He continued walking while waiting for the two Lords to respond to him.

“I am Lord Solus. This is my apprentice Lord Deleritas.” Solus responded in his typical militaristic fashion. Cool and professional.

The further we walked, the more uneasy I felt. Having been a hunter since I was a small child on Trandosha I understood how the game was played. First, one baits their prey; then, one waits until the prey takes the bait and finally they’re ensnared. This struck a similar chord in my most primal instincts. I looked ahead to the apparition who had yet to respond to Solus and I noticed that hallway was coming to a staircase that lead downward. This isn’t making sense. I would imagine for the computers and databanks to be stored within the bowels of this building in order to make it difficult for intruders to find them. Plus, the environment is conducive to the livelihood of the technology. And here is Nostrem appearing to lead us in that direction. It clicked once we had reached the top of the stairs and all that was before us was a barren room. It is a trap. He knew we would follow in the off-chance that we assumed he was directing us to the databanks.

The apparition dissipated through the wall and Solus and I were left alone in the Citadel. I scowled underneath my mask, not liking to have been fooled into such an obvious trap. A crunching and sliding came from behind me as a stone slab descended to block the entrance to the room. I patrolled the room scanning for any blemishes in the walls or the floors or the stairs or even the ceiling. For a Sith as cunning as Lord Nostrem, he would have created escapes should anyone become trapped in the Citadel. I noted the two doors that were positioned on either side of the staircase. Both were only functioning if their control panels were functioning. That is, assuming that the door mechanism itself hadn’t rotted out.

“Deleritas, come here and sit with me.”

I heeded Solus’ order and moved to sit with him. I joined him on the floor in the center of the room and crossed my legs and draped my forearms over my knees. I removed my mask and took a deep breath.

“Given that those doors are the most obvious ways to escape I have drawn a couple of conclusions. One: they are fake. Designed to fool the prisoners that there is hope. Two: their insides are rotted out and all it would take is one strong effort to break them. Three: they are sealed and with the right concentration of force lightning on the control panels we could get them working again.” I looked at Solus for any clue as to what he was thinking and continued. “Should my first conclusion be true, and given the genius that Lord Nostrem was, it’ reasonable to search the room for a panel, button, or lever for an escape tunnel. Should the second or third option prove right, we would need to decide which of the two doors to go through. What do you think, sir?”

“We have to use the Force. Allow it to guide us. AS the entrance said Kyasik vesti qo.”

Bitter that Solus hadn’t even acknowledged my analysis, I didn’t say a word. I merely closed my eyes and tried to meditate. While my Force connection was weak, I did have my greatest ally. L’appel du vide. I put down my mental barriers and allowed the voices in my head to surge to the forefront of my thoughts. Allowing my insanity to, perhaps, give me a gateway to the brilliant mind of Lord Nostrem. I was unsure of how much time had passed but, the voices were indiscernible for what seemed like hours, until they began echoing four words. Lower Everything For Truth. Lower Everything For Truth. Lower Everything For Truth. Confused that this was what my mind was able to come up with, I struggled to configure the scrambled thoughts. Those four words had little to nothing to do with each other. Silence. Silence. The voices stopped and I knew it was time to return to reality. I opened my eyes to the sound of Solus’ voice.

“Don’t worry I knew we were walking into a trap. It was very clear. Your instinct did not go unnoticed. Although your analysis gave plans, we don’t want to expend a ton of energy without knowing where to. We don’t want to exhaust ourselves trying everything. Look to see if the panels are intact and could work with power. I will decide the direction we want to go.”

Struggling to both make sense of what the voices had tried to convey to me and piece that together with what Solus had said. “Maybe this will make sense to you because I am struggling to discern the message. The voices said: Lower Everything For Truth. I’m not sure if it’s an anagram or a code or if we are supposed to take it literally. What do you think?”

I didn’t move. I waited for Solus’ response and when he did, his face didn’t give anything away but his words told me that he was confused by what the voices told me as well.

“Perhaps lower our guard, perhaps it means we must go lower into the Citadel to find what we are looking for. For now, I cannot be certain. To start let’s see what our next move is and keep what you have been told in mind.”

“I’m not sure that lowering our guard is the best thing to do in this particular situation. However, I do agree that going deeper into the Citadel is a possibility. Given that I am not as strong in the Force as you, perhaps I could try to unpack the sentence word-by-word as I inspect those control panels. You on the other hand can do your thing with the Force.”

I walked over the control panels to see if I could find a way to get the running again if they weren’t already. Hoping to maybe find a way out.

Darth Solus, Darth Catalyst

IC: Darth Dreadwar
Interrogation chamber, dungeons of the Sith Temple, Korriban

"Much to learn, indeed," the Emperor hissed in return, the abyssal gaze falling upon Arcane once more as the feline humanoid nervously ran his paws through his mane under the withering stare of that accursed empty hood. The Emperor let the moment stretch, like a string being pulled taut by two unbearable weights exerting a million tons of tension at either end. At last, the hiss broke the silence, the Emperor addressing Gafarl even while his non-countenance remained fixed in pernicious regard of Arcane. "Jailor, whhere are the carcassessss?"

"T-th-they are in the, ack, Temple morgue, Divinity," Gafarl gasped out over the shooting pain of his broken leg, "in the... ah... e-east wing, lower level."

"And the scene of the slaying?" the Emperor snapped in query. "D-d-down the hall," Gafarl swallowed. "Just... a left, pas-sst the alchemy classrooms, k-keep going..."

A stygian gauntlet rose, arresting Gafarl's stuttering and pain-strained speech. "That will be all, jailor," the Emperor hissed. If he had but lips, a cruel smile would have curled them, then, as the hood dipped towards Arcane. "Prudent suggestions, student," he continued. "You may choose whither you go, in solution of this task. I leave you to it... and this hobbled warden to your assistance." Although dressed in archaic speech, the Emperor was offering Arcane a choice not whether to take on the task of solving the murder, but where to go next, between Arcane's two own suggestions: to look at the bodies, or go down the hall to the murder scene in accordance with the jailor's proffered directions. Curious directions indeed; Arcane might remember Ermir Marcus about-facing after leaving his class, to disappear down the hallway in the direction Gafarl spoke of.

The Emperor's deathly glare tarried a second longer, and then Darth Dreadwar the Undying was sweeping from the room, his Shadow Guard forming up behind him in departure, leaving only a chill wind to mark the passage of his enshrouded soul.

TAG: Arcane

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COMBO WITH VOIDWALKER

IC: Nox Talus
The Triumphant, hyperspace, en route to the Nihil Retreat

An image of Nox flashed through his own mind with the message of ’Kill him... KILL HIM NOW!’ These were the thoughts of Alisha Tano. She must have been trying to signal for help, it seems I am the recipient of that message. I’m not going to kill myself my Lady. If anything I am saving... The room grew cold and venomous spit could be felt coming from the words being shot at Nox. “Do not move, peon. Who are you who dares harm my Sword?” This woman had seemingly came from no where, she hadn’t been in the area a moment ago and Nox was sure of this. The woman stood before Nox dressed in an elegant gown and an elaborate headdress suited for royalty.

Though Nox had never met this woman he knew who she was, but he couldn’t believe it. How is she here? Her of all people, this isn’t possible. It must be some kind of deception, this cannot be real! As his fragmented and rage fueled mind raced, Nox was able to keep a leveled and strong willed appearance as he spoke. “I am Nox Talus, refugee of Odessen and former Jedi Knight. And you, you must be the missing Empress, Empress Volshe.” Not taking his eyes off of the Empress Nox nodded his head towards the new comer out of a sign of respect. “You don’t seem to be so missing to me. So why does everyone else think so?” Nox hoped that the Empress would converse with him a while longer so he could try and recover the energy that he’d expelled during his battle with the Technobeasts and his attack of the Empress' Sword.

Those were the only words Nox was able to get out before the Imperial Knights were upon him. Silver lightsabers still ignited from battle, they had lunged forward the instant Nox had pulled classified information from Alisha's hand, and were swiftly able to break ranks from the band of refugees to attack Nox as an amassed cadre of elite guardians. "Protect the Sword!" one shouted at Knight Qazoi, slashing towards Nox's neck with the powerful overhand typical of Djem So while his apprentice stabbed towards Nox's thigh. Two others raised their arms in a coordinated Force Push, designed to shove the malcontent down the passageway towards the turbolift, as far away from the Sword as possible, while one brusquely reached to grab Hjörþrimul's wrists from behind, interpreting the illusory morphing of the Vahlan's countenance as a hostile deployment of mental trickery. Four others hung back, lightsabers raised towards the refugees in case Nox's attack represented a greater conspiracy, dissuading the members of the Blazing Chain from following suit and attacking Nox likewise, the pirates eager to spill blood as Alisha's command flooded their minds.

In the railjet tunnels, meanwhile, Shira and Sabba were engaged in ferocious battle with the acolytes of Rhand. Sabba's deft defense had been to her advantage; as she had hoped, the knife she had dodged lodged itself in the chest of the cultist attempting to sneak up onto the flatbed behind her, and he fell to the track dead just as Sabba successfully lopped the head off the nearest cultist. That left only one assaulting her, and he had lost his knife in his failed attack; now, he raised his palm towards her and let loose a powerful burst of telekinetic energy, hoping to unseat Sabba from her perch with a Force Push.

Only two cultists remained facing Shira, the Hand of the miraculously returned Empress having butchered her way through her challengers with ruthless expediency. Recognising they were badly outmatched, however, the remainder resigned themselves to death - but if they were to die, all would die with them. With a glance at each other in silent understanding, the two diverged in strategy; the one on the left attacked Shira physically, lunging towards her chest with his knife, ululating wildly. The one on the right hastily retreated ten paces back, and let his knife clatter to the track as he closed his eyes, and began murmuring in unhallowed prayer. "Lord of Destruction, hear my prayer. Ari Nemesis, vexok savaka. Jiaas nuyak Kin--"

Blessed Toxmalb, foolishly facing down the Lord Vassago, was only able to get one syllable into the same abhorrent prayer before his invocation was cut irrecoverably short with the crack of his snapping neck. Gurgling, the Lorekeeper of Rhand fell to the deck, his black eyes glazing in death. Vassago had a clear path to the secondary bridge, now, where the cultists were busy looting the corpses of the Imperial officers for the requisite code cylinders to make use of Alisha's transfer of control; clear, that is, save for the swarm of poisonous darkflies which erupted from the flaking cranium of Toxmalb's corpse to attack Vassago en masse. Not one fly could be allowed to touch Vassago's skin, lest their accursed mandibles and stingers find purchase in Vassago's flesh, and afflict him with unnatural plague.

TAG: Volshe , Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror , Padawan4687 , Shira , Darth Voidwalker , Lord Vassago

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COMBO WITH COATLEC

IC: Darth Coatlec
Location: Medbay, Korriban

Coatlec had offered up many questions as to why his mother Darth Talon had finally shown up and many other pertinent topics, but she didn't have many answers. "Hush, my child, not so many questions," she started. Ugh. Mother, I need answers. "You are not dead, if that is what you're worried about," she continued. Coatlec was vaguely surprised at the fact he wasn't dead in this most unusual circumstance, but he responded softly, through his eerily raspy voice, "Not dead, eh? That's excellent. How did I survive all that?" The sexy, red form of Coatlec's mother continued walking about the room as she was talking to him, and she this time put forth a shocking revelation. "I came because the Emperor lifted his restriction on seeing you, my child," she said. No, this cannot be! Why would my Lord, the Emperor, do such? It doesn't make sense! "Restriction? Why would he put a restriction from seeing your own child on you in the first place?" Coatlec was utterly distraught at this revelation as he assumed that it had been Talon's own choice all these years, but he was wrong. It was Dreadwar.

But nonetheless, in the midst of this devastating news, the conversation would move along. Talon continued by saying,"I begged him to let me see you just once, for I thought you were at death's door as soon as I heard the news, and I could not bear the thought of letting you pass into the Force without seeing you. But by the Emperor's grace, you were placed in a bacta tank to convalesce. What happened in the tomb, my child? Oh, Coatlec, what happened to you?"

Coatlec was definitely ready to give her a full answer, but he was sure to assure her first, "Mother, this will be a long story," he said. He then continued, "It all started when I loftily introduced myself as the son of yourself and Lord Nihl to the rest of the Sith 'team' at the Tomb they call Naga Sadow's. They looked down on me from the get-go. Xirr, the kriffing guy wanted to get in bed with you, my mother. I wasn't just going to let him have you. Catalyst claimed that he'd already had you in bed. But I suppose I'll continue after we got inside the tomb. I had an ingenious idea to part the acid pool to get down to the lower levels of the tomb, but was almost burned by the acid because of Viscretus. Schutta. After we made it to the lower levels, I confronted Viscretus about how things were being handled in the tomb, and my body was drained. About a century was put onto it. After this, we made it to a room with 13 doors. One for each of the Jen'jidai Dark Lords who founded the Sith Order on Korriban 7,000 years ago. In the way for Vacuus, I was nearly beheaded, but was healed. Then, I moved forward for a time, and I decided enough was enough with Xirr, so I drained him. But then, I was promptly drained by Apollyon and Viscretus, thrown into a pit of shyracks, and, well, here I am."

Talon shook her head, her lekku swinging behind her, a scowl darkening her features. "Viscretus did this to you?" she said, her quivering voice rising in anger. "Viscretus? That whore! That filthy kriffing schutta!" Her lekku were swishing powerfully, now, occasionally thumping the mattress as they spasmed and twitched in evident rage. "How dare she damn my son to this withering fate, her and that friend of hers, the Emperor's Handjob," she spat. Her sulphuric eyes, poisonous with yellow flame, smoldered as they met Coatlec's own.

A pause.

"Tell me, my child," she said, tone softening some, "do you desire vengeance on this... sneering superior," her voice warped in mockery, "who dared discipline you? I am powerful, and not without allies. We could gut the wench while she sleeps, her and her friend both. Hells, I could become Emperor's Hand in Polly's stead... maybe even seduce old Dreadwar himself, become the Empress."

TAG: Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror , Lord Vassago

IC: Darth Kain
Location: Above Nal Hutta

Exhaustion was finally beginning to take Corvar's energy, ounce by ounce with every exertion he made. He barely raised his lightsaber in time to try and split the spider droid in half before it reached his face.

He saw the spider droids advancing on him, and he knew his only chance of survival was to give in to his rage, his hatred. But he needed an outlet, something to focus his fury on.
The sound of the crowd eagerly awaiting his demise was enough reason to do just that.
Corvar unleashed his anger, it taking form in pure flame and spreading outward, stretching over the incoming spider droids.

TAGS: trentongordon Darth Catalyst

-Jarich (y-erik) Skywalker

Age: 18

Sex: Male

Species: Human

Homeworld: Ossus

Occupation: Padawan to Shado Vao

Height/Weight: 6'1'' 185lbs

Appearance: Jarich is a lithe, dark-haired youth with the typically fair features common to Skywalkers. He wears a simple brown-colored tunic in the traditional Jedi fashion more common among the old order.

Weapons: A single blue-bladed lightsaber with an extended grip similar to that of the former battlemaster Kyle Katarn as well as a prototype lightsaber rifle based on ancient designs. This rifle, however, was much more compact, able to be folded in on itself and slug on the back when not in use as well as being far less prone to overheating than previous designs used by the Jedi.

Equipment: A small harness around the boy's waist contained a generic Jedi equipment belt as well as a sling to carry his rifle when not in use. On his wrist is a modified Mandalorian deflector with an integrated multitool allowing him to access computer systems.

Personality: Jarich was outright gregarious compared to most Jedi, and exceedingly talented as a technician. Due to his personality and heritage, many of the other academy students shunned the boy for his incessant pranks and antics.

Biography: Born into the Skywalker line, Jarich was the son of Cade. He grew up surrounded by Jedi and politicians alike in a time of relative peace compared to the turmoil that had plagued the galaxy for the past several centuries. at age ten he was chosen by Master Shado Vao, a close friend of his father to be a Padawan learner. Over the course of his studies with Master Vao, he was able to access The Great Holocron where he found the ancient schematics for the Lightsaber rifle. Obsessed with making himself stand out from the other young Jedi who typically viewed him as an overly praised "prince" of the order, Jarich perfected a new prototype weapon and gained recognition of his own from the Jedi council.

Description of Abilities: As a Skywalker, his potential in the force was above that of most average force sensitives, but Jarich spent much of his time as a young boy tinkering with electronics and droids rather than studying holocrons or practicing saber forms. As such his skills were relatively unrefined in comparison to many other Padawans his age. Despite all of this Master Vao insisted that the boy was unique and that his role in the future of the galaxy would change the Jedi forever.

*Jarich shares a powerful force bond with Rhaneris allowing them to perceive eachothers emotions and intent. In some cases the force can be channeled directly between eachother resulting in shared effects of force powers and long distance communication.*

Skills: LVL1
Force Push/Pull – 1
Droid Stun – 1
Force Jump – 1
Force Defence - 1
Forse Sense- 1
Heal- 1
Djem So- 1
Saber Rifle Proficiency- 1

IC: Darth Ramage
Beyond Shadows

The unlikely pair had been walking for what felt like weeks to the Sith Lord. Ramage had spent much of the trek quizzing the child on the current state of the galaxy and the ultimate fate of the Sith. He felt a sense of pride in hearing that The Grand Plan had come to fruition so beautifully under the Sith Lord she named "Darth Sidious."  A fitting title for the long-dead Emperor of the Sith, he thought. She knew little of his own apprentice's fate, though he was unsurprised. Urmage had been a mediocre student despite his success in sealing Ramage away. 

Ramage realized he had become accustomed to the incessant pain he felt now in his feet. The outcroppings of what could only be described as this realm's flora were seemingly made of daggers. Ramage vaguely recalled that he had been wearing boots long ago, but now he walked bare, his flesh openly weeping from the litany of cuts. He walked slowly behind the girl, her gait was clearly becoming more and more ataxic as he followed her trail of small red footprints. "There is no avoiding this trial, girl. The pain you feel now is meaningless. Draw upon it.. your hate... your suffering. Only through this will you find the strength to survive in this reality. If you can not adapt, you will stay here forever."

Ramage Blinked.

He could sense the Dark Side in this place swelling as he spoke, challenging the two figures bold enough to walk this hellscape. A cold wind bit through Ramage. It brought with it an ominous change, the bleak mountainous terrain seemed to twist upon itself and the pair were now walking down a dark cavern made of what appeared to be an oily black stone.
As Ramage looked down, he watched the shards of glass as they melted, boiled, and steamed away. "It seems our first trial has come to an end, child." He said.

Once again, the Sith Lord blinked.

A form that could not be described as anything other than an abomination appeared in the corridor ahead.
Ramage instinctively reached out with the force, momentarily closing his eyes as he searched his surroundings.
Few creatures were able to elude a Sith Lord's senses, but this was one of them. Ramage felt a chill identical to the one that had swept over him moments before as he shifted his mind's eye in the direction of the creature. It was as if the terror was an inversion of the force. He could detect no intelligence, not even instinct. Nothing. And yet he knew it was no illusion.

Somehow, in the single instant that Ramage had lowered his gaze, the creature was able to traverse the length of the narrow stone corridor and sink its massive jaws into Jania Kio's leg. Ramage could feel an immediate explosion of pain and fear from the young girl which the Sith drank in, allowing her feelings to wash over him as invigorating waves of raw Darkside potential.

Before the child could even begin to react to her attacker, Ramage had already drawn upon that same force potential to erect a shield of Dark Side energy around him, nothing could be certain about this enemy and the Sith Lord would not be caught off-guard by any unforeseen force abilities this creature may possess.  Sprinting forward, The Siniteen leaped over the back of Jania Kio who had been several paces in front of him when the creature appeared. Twisting his torso in midair, Ramage lashed out at the creature with his own power. Though invisible to the naked eye, Ramage had channeled the Dark Side into a crippling wave known as Force Plague down at the creature whose teeth were still deeply buried in the child's thigh. As the Sith landed gracefully only a meter behind the Entity, he drew his lightsaber into his left hand and ignited its crimson blade, illuminating the cavern with an ominous bloody glow. In his right hand was The Wand of Rending, an ancient Sith artifact imbued with dark magic.

He slashed at the base of the creatures neck with the small daggerlike weapon while keeping his lightsaber close to his body in an adapted one-handed form of Soresu's first defensive sequence, ready to parry any counterattack the abomination might muster.

Darth Dreadwar , @lordjania

IC: Jania Kio
Location: Beyond Shadows

Jania had grown accustomed to their environment changing and even to the pain of her feet bleeding underneath her with their variety of cuts all different sizes. Sighing as their setting had changed once again to a Dark cavern, she kept up the walking but slowed her pace as she knew something was going to happen but didn’t know what. Sweating out of nervousness she tried to her best to swallow the fear but in that moment she was finally able to relax it was the moment she’d really regret it.

An abomination... it was so dark that she could barely see it happening but Jania felt the snarl and the hard grip of freakish teeth in her thigh practically shredding through the bone. This creature was obviously hungry and unwilling she had become its meal. Screaming as she wanted nothing more than to get away.. even if it meant giving up her leg. Looking for her Master she couldn’t see him but knew he had jumped into action and hoped it was one which would lead to her escape. Trying to pull away only did make matters worst as the creature deepened the grip of his teeth on her thigh and she could no longer feel her left leg. Surely the bone had to be gone by now and the creature tore at meaty flesh hoping she would give up just as much as she wanted him to do the same.

As Jania was almost ready to throw in the towel she could see her Master’s lightsaber and she was shocked to see that he was still fighting for her. Feeling a renewed sense of fight in herself she reached into the darkness she felt inside and used the force to bring her saberstaff hilt to her hand. Activating only one half of the staff and began to swing violently and without aim as she simply wanted the creature to let go. The crunch on her leg added to the pain but also her resolve of trying to break free.

Tag: Darth Dreadwar, darthramage

IC: Arcane
Interrogation chamber, dungeons of the Sith Temple, Korriban

Arcane's mouth was dry. His emotions drained. As the emperor left the room he felt the warmth return. It almost startled him. He looked at the students. Most with shock still upon their faces. He had seeked attention and attention he received.

"I am off to the sight of the murders." Arcane spoke aloud. He was not speaking to anyone in particular, but he felt as if he needed to break the still icy silence of the room. He checked for his sabre, his bow and arrows, and he checked his mind for the strength he would need.

He stepped over the whimpering man with his broken leg and exited the classroom. He made his way to where Emir had headed previously. He did not know what awaited for him, nor if he could handle it; but his strength in the dark side did not waiver.

The halls felt more cold and lonely than normal. Empty. Almost...void. He wrapped his robes tightly around his body. Raised his hood and continued on. The sting of the cold was nothing compared to the emperor's presence. There was a difference and a prominent one at that.

Between the twists and turns of the halls he almost thought he had lost his way, but just as he felt the need to stop to grasp his bearings he saw a red glow, and stopped in his tracks. This was it. The murder scene. He needed to be mentally ready to detect the clues and riddles to why the worker killed. He took a breath and a step towards the cracked rocks and scattered belongings.

TAG: Darth Dreadwar

IC: Karina
The Artificer, exiting hyperspace, Federation checkpoint

Thanks to the little push the Holocron gave her Karina was able to wake up but what she initially saw made her think she was still unconscious. Her eyes scanned the room with a confused expression on her face she tried to get up only to fall back down. She pet a hand on the lounger to support herself as she went to get up again but the 'wand' made contact with her hand drawing her attention to it. Groaning in disgust Karina threw the object across the room before looking to garn who she expected was behind this. "What has gotten into you putting one of those things next to me!? What some kind of sick joke? Those things are ancient I don't know where it's been, and why is everyone undressing?" She looked around again now getting to her feet still weakened from the lightning she had to keep a hand on the lounger to keep from falling. "Captain? Are you seriously letting this happen it looks like some teenage prom that had one to many zeltron in attendance! Seriously what is going on here?"

Her mind was still racing since she was still in some pain, she swore she heard the holocron but couldn't see it, and of all the things she could of woke up to she ended up waking up in the middle of what seemed to be a full on orgy. For all she knew this was just some sick dream brought on by the trauma of getting electrocuted but it felt real enough for her to question it. Staying near the lounger she was using for support Karina looked around waiting for someone, anyone to answer her. At this point she wouldn't even care if voidwalker answered her questions even if she was still pissed off about how he tricked her to get the knowledge he was after.

Darth Dreadwar Darth Voidwalker