Star Wars New Sith Trials I *Voted Best RPG Summer 2016*

Darth Titus
Depths

All was calm in the depths as the black ooze had retreated. All who remained were Insipid, Re'van, Manticore and Titus along with a few crew members. They all received stimpacks and medpacks to mend their wounds for the time being, except for the Emperor. At the moment, these four Sith were the only ones holding the line; and when you have these Sith holding down the fort, you would assume they would be plenty enough to do the job. This assumption would be put to the test.

Titus felt the atmosphere darken at Insipid began to tense. Somebody, or something was approaching. Shortly after, a speeder bike approached and a single woman with no guards approached the Sith. As the woman neared, she kept her stare locked with Insipid's.

"Natasi,". Obviously the Emperor knew her, or at least of her. "Aden. Aden Kya isn't it?" Apparently she knew the Emperor as well. But the name 'Aden' was unfamiliar to Titus. The Emperor sharply responded to that name with a threat to kill her.

What happened next was a blur, it happened all so fast. "You could try, but then this wouldn't be as fun." She held out her hand, palm faced down, and the Emperor shot through the ground. Like straight down. Titus had never seen someone rag doll Insipid THAT bad. If there wasn't a hole in the ground, Titus would've thought the woman would have made him disappear. This was as close to that he thought.

Next, the woman turned her attack on Re'van, grabbing her arm with what was now a tentacle. The woman was shapeshifting into some monster.

Titus reached for his lightsaber when suddenly the floor beneath him shattered. The ooze was back, this time, Titus could not evade. Grabbing at his ankles like clamps, Titus now joined Insipid's prestigious path. Down the hole in the floor he went. Somewhere to his left Titus felt the presence of the Emperor, incapacitated and bloody. Unfortunately for Titus, he kept falling through the floor, deeper and deeper.

THUNK, BANG, CLUNK, BANG BANG BANG. Would this madness end!! His head was ringing as it kept bouncing off of metal, and much more. Finally he hit a cross beam within the bowels of the Wrath. His rapid descent had ceased. How far had he fallen? For the amount of time he was in free-fall, Titus assumed nearly 2 or 3 dozen, if that was even possible.

Titus still had no clue what the substance was that attacked them. He tried to stand, but he remembered he was on a narrow beam. Below was a huge drop off, solid ground about two hundred feet below. Too far of a drop. His only hope was to his right, but he had about a thirty feet gap that he would need to clear, and with his current physical state, he thought it impossible. To the right was a platform that led to a doorway. Hopefully that led to some elevator shaft he can ride back up and regroup with the team.

Out in the darkness something neared. It came from above, emerging out of the hole in the ceiling he had just fallen from. What was clear about this monstrosity is that it wanted to consume a living host. It engulfs its target until the target is no more. Titus did not want to be no more so he got a move on. Pain struck all through his body, which by now was nothing new. Titus had to be one of the most bruised and battered humans in the galaxy as of right now. The only difference was he was hard to kill.

As the ooze dropped down, Titus stepped back and charged ahead full steam. The ooze just missed him as he lunged the gap, hoping the Force would propel him forward at least thirty feet. He was definitely coming up short. Reaching out as far as he could, his fingers just made contact with the edge of the walkway. Luckily, for Titus, he had an iron grip; mostly in part to being a muscular guy. He did a muscle-up, and rolled onto the platform, lying flat on the ground gasping for breath.

Looking to the beam he had just left was the dark ooze, lurking its way back into the ceiling. Hopefully that was the last of it down here. Titus rose to his feet and approached the door. He equipped his lightsaber and cut a hole into the steel door. As the chunk of steel fell, Titus was snatched by the throat and pulled into the hallway past the door. Not again! Pinned down to the ground, the ooze began to engulf him starting at his throat down. The ooze planned on trapping his entire body, while leaving his face exposed. Presumably to taunt him as it covered his face and drained the life out of him.

But that was not in Titus' plans. Before the ooze could cover his right hand, which still held the lightsaber, Titus ignited it. Snap-hiss. The crimson blade sliced at the ooze, freeing his body. Now, separated, the ooze simply re-emerged itself with the main host of the dark substance. It charged at Titus.

What a maddening sight it was seeing slimy ooze lunge into the air and at your face. Titus would recommend nobody experiences this in life, not even his worst of enemies. Okay, maybe them but no one else. Turning, the Sith made a dash down the hall. He almost tripped over his own feet, that's how frantic this situation was. As the ooze neared, Titus reached back with his lightsaber and cut at it, just to keep it at bay. Running full speed and dodging ooze required a lot of concentration. The lightsaber slowed him down just a fraction, so he clipped it back to his belt. He would just use force lightning every time it got too close.

About 50 feet away was an elevator lift. But it was already on its way up. Putting his head down, Titus ran like his life depended on it; which it very much did. As he was within jumping distance, Titus prayed on the Force to give him the extra boost necessary for reaching this elevator lift. Titus felt like he was floating and gliding through the air. Extending his left arm, he made purchase with the elevator. With his right hand he extended it out below him as the ooze was latching on to his leg, not letting go.

Force lightning rippled out of his hands connecting with the ooze. Maybe Titus didn't think this through because it was connected to him. Electric currents coursed through Titus' body causing him to howl in pain. But he did not let up, for if he did not, the ooze would have him regardless. His left hand was clawing at the elevator lift, hoping to stay latched on. If he fell, he would die either way. Finally, the ooze had enough and detached itself from his leg. As the ooze dropped, it revealed Titus' right leg, steaming from the Force lightning. The cloth of his right pants leg was burnt and torn, just like his leg. The smell of burning flesh made Titus wince. Hopefully the bacta tank could cure that too.

Titus rode the elevator up until he the floor the rest of the team was on. The ooze, whatever it is, would return soon enough. Titus just hoped they were long gone by then. The scene Titus approached to was even worse than what he just escaped..

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Darth Arach
Battle of Moraband


"See the pretender fall before me in defeat. The weak die, and the strong rule. I am the Dark Lord of the Sith. Bow to me as your lord, your king, and the chosen of your new god and know that it is better to kneel at the feet of the devil than to be in his path."

Arach listened to this being. She remained silent and glared at him...

"He lies," Haretisch called out from the floor. "He'll kill you all whether you kneel or not. Bare your neck and it will only be easier for him to cut."

She remained silent still. Arach felt Kwea's gaze and her silent question. She answered it with a very tiny shake of her head. She didn't have a plan.

A moment later, Arach's rage threatened to boil when she heard Syren pledged her allegiance to Eranikus.

She returned her glower just time to see her apprentice kneeling in front of him. Arach's glare never left the self- proclaimed Dark Lord.

Suddenly, her rage bubbled into laughter. She walked toward the self- proclaimed Dark Lord. When she was close, she placed a hand on his shoulder, her laughter fading into occasional chuckles.

"You know what's so funny?" she asked, looking Eranikus in the eye. "You claim to be our new Dark Lord, yet you are so horrible at threatening us," her voice and expression turned into something terrifyingly sinister. "Let's see if we can help you out."

Arach planted her left hand on the side of Eranikus's face and sent a wave of terror designed to awaken his mind to the most terrifying illusions he can imagine.

She pulled her hand away and backed away as Syren struck.

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IC: Jwob Sebb, Holocron and Abeloth (Combo post)
Inside Jwob's mind

"BELLOW! PUSH TIL YOU ARE RAW!" the Holocron screamed at Jwob. It"s voice rising in pitch even as it stared at the back of the changing Mother. "Use the Force, let it flow through you and push her out. Nothing else matters. Let the burning flow of the Force burn you clean and push her out." For now it stood there, waiting to see what its student would do. Was there even a chance against Mother? It did not know, but did what little it could for now in these words.

Jwob was panicking! Never had he felt something like this. But he heard his holocron"s advice. He trusted his holocron. Without hesitation he forced himself to bellow in his mind. He pushed with his hands. He kicked with his feet. All inside his mind. Or was it? No matter. He needed to get this woman(?) out of his mind!

The creature snarled, head ringing from the scream, buffeting by the bellow. Her eardrums had burst, and she hissed. "You cannot get rid of me. I am Abeloth! Dark Celestial of Chaos."

His foot caught her face, he pounded at her skin, and she grew annoyed, more than annoyed. The damage would have been enough to drive her back, but his fear - his fear was giving her an anchor.

She could hold onto that and consume him whole. But she wanted more. More fear. She extended herself once more, a looping tentacle reaching for the Holocron"s mental form.

"Through this one I will have you. Doubt Jwob, you do, don"t you? Aren"t you afraid that he won"t prevail - that his mind is too weak? That I will have all your minds?"

Her smile grew larger and broader. While elsewhere the Sith were being far too troublesome, here, and now, this Ithorian would sustain her.

Mine.

Seeing Jwob heed his advice Soliloquy felt as though he could breath for the first time. It hurt, but it was a healing pain. Abeloth"s reaction was telling, but her words gave it doubt , gave it a possibility in equal measure.

Then she reached for Soliloquy, and it did the only insane thing it could do. It agreed, "Yes. I did." It moved into the tentacles reach and raised a few legs to press their barbs into it and pressed down, setting the barbs in deeper. Reaching forward with both arms it made to grab her. A hand to the head, a hand to the back. Needle sharp fingers driven by fresh fear and hope not to just grab, but to pierce into her, bore and drive deep through mental flesh and bones. Then to either hoist her up to spear her down upon its shoulder horn or dip and drive it into her mental heart whilst holding her here.

"But then you flinched." It stated as starbursts sprang from it"s finger tips and spread up across hand, to arm, to thorax, to legs and barbs, to head and horn, and to it"s eyes. A never ending torrential rain of mind shards from billions of endless carapace surface poured into and through her from it. For it was Soliloquy, and for thousands of years it had known, it had practiced, and had never been satisfied with what it could do with this ability and now it poured it out, every trick, turn, and perfected shredding of her mind in a mental landscape from the inside out and the outside in to the very root and last cell no matter where it was, for she was the binding presence and essence of herself. And Soliloquy screamed with a multitude of voices, it screamed.

Jwob still panicked, but he felt a bit... a small bit, but still a bit... of relief. "She"s weakening holocron! We can do this together!" Again, Jwob reared back and sent a mental bellow toward what he saw. It was absolutely hideous. The too-wide mouth. The too-small pinprick eyes. Jwob thought of all the teachers that had pushed him down and tried to control him at Ithor. Those small minded, weak individuals. His hate welled up and exploded out. "LEAVE US ALONE!" he screamed.

Abeloth felt her mental image shredded, holes opening throughout her. Her head lolled, and she acknowledged that she may have overextended when she was hefted and further impaled. Pushing back at the thorny body, she released her hold on Jwob and flailed to escape the Holocron"s grasp; easily done when she focused her whole mental attention - which of course would cost her badly elsewhere but it would be fine of that she had no doubt; as she pushed off she grabbed at his throat and threw him away.

Damage she could take.

However she was then untethered when Jwob bellowed at her; it hit her full force, and off she went, maliciously snarling as she did, frustrated by their stubborn approach, but not beaten.

Not by a long shot.

For a long, terrible moment, there was a haunting peace in Jwob's mind.

Laying where it had been discarded in a corner of Jwob's mental landscape it gathered itself. Reviewed what information it had on Abeloth, and beamed with pride at Jwob. 'You will be a fantastic individual some day.' Soliloquy simply stated in the silence and peace of the moment before gathering itself to approach Jwob. 'But first you must search yourself, make sure she left no part of herself within you. The smallest shred will act like Mnngl-Mnngl to erode you and consume you from the inside out. Search yourself. I will stand first watch as best I can.' Turning away from Jwob the holocron sank into its knees so that it's form was sitting like a curled up spider, before reaching up with a shaky hand to rub its neck.

Whatever else was happening in the galaxy it was grateful, for surely if Krayt and Skywalker had not been able to do more than wound her, it knew, with no hubris that it was not that good at Mind Shard, and Jwob no matter how fertile a student was not that powerful. So it thanked it's stars to whatever and whomever was keeping her attention, and prayed it would not be allowed to shift back for several ages.

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IC: Kwea Acantha

Kwea saw Arach’s head shake and knew there was no plan. The young woman who was with Arach stepped forward and Kwea raised a brow.

She knelt in front of Eranikus and professed her agreement to follow him. Kwea saw her muscles twitching and the corners of her mouth turned up at the sight of the young woman swinging out vibroblades from her boots. She was going for his forehead. A man swept in from the shadows and made an attack at Eranikus’ knees. Arach went up to Eranikus and placed a hand on his face.

Kwea could tell she was sending a wave of something through him. The room began to fill with fear. Kwea’s own muscles began to tense up and she ignited her lightsaber which had been in her right hand.

Circling him, Kwea glared at Eranikus, twirling her saber around in arcs. Kwea realized she had to build up her anger. Her usual prowess wasn’t there for some reason. She could fix that though. Thinking back to Octavius, Kwea remembered his treachery. She thought of her past. Her time spent in the stone, her parents sending her away to the Jedi, the Jedi mistreating her power.

Her eyes glowing like molten gold, Kwea raised up her lightsaber, stopping far enough behind Eranikus, ran and Force Jumped. She went in to plant her leg into his back between his shoulder blades. With her saber, she swung for his neck.

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Darth Hades
Moraband, Desert, Valley Pass

Hades stood at attention beside Lady Hel. I sense they have moved deeper into the caverns. How do we get them out?​

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Hades didn't, at that moment truly wonder how to get them out. Ravenous had shown himself very capable. Time was growing short as the pass became clogged with the undead.​

Lady Hel, I fear Ravenous and his new friend will need to take care of themselves. As Hades finished speaking more undead came closer. This was becoming a dire situation.​

We need to close off the pass, bury these undead beneath rock and sand!​

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Once again, Soccmel had a magnificent feeling. He was learning what being a Sith means and how satisfying it is to unleash the Dark Power that is inside him. A swift movement with his fingers and the two troopers passed out gently falling like leaves. Time to finish them.

"Oh what a pity I'm no Jedi. That wouldn't be my way, slaughtering unharmed opponents" - He thought, mocking those unfortunate soldiers. But for a Sith there are no forbidden actions when it comes to getting what they want. It's not they kill for the sake of it, but only when it is convenient. "And those soldiers saw me" - Lord Soccmel went on - "it is dangerous to keep them alive. Not to mention the fact that the room is already crammed with corpses, a couple of more of them won't change anything". He grabbed his lightsaber and with few quick movements finished them. The poor duo probably did not even notice what was going on when their bowels were penetrated by the red blade of Soccmel's weapon.

Once the path to the relay room was clear, Darth Soccmel was ready to march towards it, aware of the fact that not less than five chrome troopers were awaiting him, if Talon was to be believed. But probably more, and that is the reason why a suicidal front battle was out of discussion. But there were alternatives. At the end of the corridor, he noticed a panel with a few switches that if pressed could turn off the lights and give him an opportunity to stealthily reach the relay room. Soccmel could easily destroy it from afar with some lightnings but by doing so it could probably damage the room's equipment. Not a good idea, he had to restore it, not to destroy it.

Since the panel was near the guarded room, it was probably too dangerous to get close to it for the moment, but Soccmel could still move the switches with his telekinetic powers. But not before having used the force to investigate the surrounding and memorised them, a knowlege that would doubtless come in handy once the basement would be filled with darkness.


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Battle of Moraband GM Update 2 of 3

OOC: Darth_Elu and Darth Cocytus are on a combo for their first tag.

IC: Darth Haretisch -- Central Foyer, Great Temple, Moraband

What a fine mess. I pulled myself up, wincing with every throb of my chest, and quietly watched the scene unfold from my spot propped against the wall. Eranikus seemed to swell visibly with satisfaction when Arach's apprentice kneeled at his feet. I probed her heart and mind, knowing that the general would be doing the same, searching for a sign that this was a ruse. There was none. Only rage and confusion and hunger for power. At first.

“I wish to serve only the strong. I see now that it is no longer these… pretenders," she spoke, and flicked a hand back to gesture at myself and the others. “I acknowledge you as my Lord and Master and pledge myself to you.” Beneath the cauldron of emotion emanating from the apprentice was something else. She was out of place. A stranger. This was unsurprising, of course, given that she had just emerged from four thousand years in cryostasis. But had I not known that, had I assumed she had been here longer than the few hours she actually had been, I might have judged her an outcast.

A lightbulb came on, and as I watched Eranikus turn his chin up, shutting his eyes to bask and drink in the moment, I realized how effective a deception it had been. As I watched Syren's hand begin to creep, so did my own, and hastily I typed another message over the same channel as before. The foyer shook beneath the aircraft passing overhead toward the mountain pass. Drastic measures were needed, and this apprentice had just bought me the chance I needed. They could spare one gunship, surely.

Then Arach stepped forward as well, and turned Eranikus attention away from Syren who was still kneeling at the ready. "You know what's so funny?" Arach started, "You claim to be our new Dark Lord, yet you are so horrible at threatening us. Let's see if we can help you out." Without warning, a hand reached out to touch Eranikus' face. The general shuddered, stepped back frantically, and a visceral pang of fear rippled outward through the room. More effective than anything I had tried, surely. Force illusions were good against former carbonite prisoners - I would have to write that down if I survived.

Nonetheless, the psychic assault left Eranikus vulnerable if only for a moment, and Syren broke character to fling a vibrodagger at his forehead. He came to at the last instant and jerked to avoid it but didn't. Well, his forehead did. It struck his cheek and left a gaping wound from mouth to earlobe, baring a row of rotten molars as he screamed in rage. At the same instant, another familiar form darted from the shadows and drew a blade across the back of the general's knees, slicing through armor and tendons in a single pass. Draconis. It occurred to me that he had been watching Eranikus delicately bend me over the table the whole time, and I silently hoped he might catch a few shots himself.

After Draconis', attack, the general fell to his knees and clutched at his face with one hand, black blood spilling all about his fingers. With the other he released a chaotic, desperate burst of force lightning which fanned widely to fill the room. As arcs of electricity skittered through the air, the very force itself seemed to darken. Eranikus was powerful, but not *that* powerful. Something much bigger and meaner was in play, and I absently wondered what was going on in orbit.

Then over the sounds of the battle, I could hear the loud rumbling of approaching engines, and I knew it was time. With what was virtually the last of my strength, I reached out and siezed each of Draconis, Kwea, Arach, and Syren and hurled them through the closest entrances just as the ceiling split with the aerial bombardment I had ordered minutes ago. I threw Draconis extra hard. Blastercannon fire tore through the room, and Eranikus disintegrated in the cacophony of heat and flame. I was thrown upward by the sheer energy of the blasts traveling through the floor, and as I landed near one of the entrances, my comm crackled to life. Insipid's voice came over the line. "Haretisch, you best have won the battle down there as we've already lost the one up here. It's Abeloth."

Uh oh.

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As the foyer collapsed around the Night Herald, the leaderless Carbonite Sith Army began to rout. The forces which held the temple at siege were now exposed to strafing runs by passing gunships, and with no standing artillery they had no option of returning fire. Ranks broke, formations dissolved, and in short order the whole of the once mighty legion was fleeing for the mountains. Within the temple halls, few chrome troopers remained - the ones who still lived were scattered and leaderless. Imperial guards methodically mopped up the stragglers, and the dust began to settle. Darths Kralkus and Octavius were dead - one having lost his life nobly in service to the Empire, while the other was disgraced as a traitor. Bodies both friend and foe riddled every corridor of the western half of the temple, while Hangar West stood as a caved in pile of rubble. The medical wing, too, was decimated, and the library had not escaped unscathed. In the ruins of the foyer itself, Darth Haretisch lay buried, a single gloved hand exposed, grasping insistently for anything but lacking the strength to pull the rest of his body from the wreckage.

The battle was not won. Not *completely*. First there was the matter of dealing with Abeloth, Mnngal-Mnngal, and the Wrath of Vader which the Golans wouldn't be able to contain in high orbit forever. In the basement the relay room waited for Lord Soccmel, five guards inside fidgeting nervously in the dark.

More troubling in the short term was the Chimaera, which still hung in low orbit beneath the orbital defenses, and nearly cast a shadow over the temple itself.



The Imperial II-Class Star Destroyer's weapons had been at the ready and in range of the temple since the battle had begun, held in check at Eranikus' instruction for the hope of an intact Moraband temple after the Carbonite Army's victory.

No such victory had come, nor would it, nor did Eranikus still draw breath. There was no more incentive for the Chimaera to hold itself in check. In only moments the temple would be razed to the ground and the sacrifices of those who had fought and died to protect it would be in vain - unless Darth Invidius and Darth Cocytus came through.

The pair now stood on the wrong side of a sealed durasteel door to the Chimaera's bridge. The vessel had been emptied of passengers save for the bridge itself, and upon the command deck stood only half a dozen chrome troopers and an equal number of crew manning the engines and weapons. It had taken capable piloting for the shuttle carrying the pair to enter a hangar at all, much less unscathed, and the crash landing had left the pilot dead and the small ship less than seaworthy. There was no choice now, either for the victors on the ground or for Hrikcanng and Afan Te. The survival of all depended on two Sith apprentices successfully hijacking a Star Destroyer.


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IC: Darth Soccmel
Sith Temple, Moraband

Lifting his fingers, Soccmel easily moved the switches at the end of the corridor. Lights immediately went off and darkness surrounded that part of the basement. Taken aback by the unexpected situation, the chrome troopers that were guarding the relay room tried to see what was going on. Two of them decided to inspect the panel switch, another couple kept guarding the room, and others moved in the opposite direction to check other electrical devices.

The two soldiers that were looking at the control panel used their torches to inspect the switches. They immediately realised what the problem was, but they were utterly unaware a Sith was behind them. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Soccmel easily choked both, finished them with his dagger, and grabbed their torches switching them off. Both darkness and an unreal silence now permeated the corridor, but they were briefly interrupted by the hum and flash of the lightsaber with which the Umarell easily hit the other two soldiers that were guarding the door.

With no other troopers currently left on his path, he could finally make it to the relay room. Soccmel saw a quite narrow space, almost entirely taken up by the electrical devices. Although he was no expert, he immediately spotted a huge, red leverage. "The main power switch!" - Soccmel rejoiced - "and it's down." Without any further hesitation, the Sith Lord turned it on. At first nothing happened, but in a few seconds a high-pitch sound of relays reverberated in the room, and the LED lights and indicators of the other devices slowly turned on. It probably took a little bit more than expected, since the equipment has not been working for quite a long period, but finally the turret control system was operational again!

Proud of his accomplishment, Soccmel pondered what he should do next. Leaving the room was out of discussion; he had to protect the relay room and prevent chrome troopers from taking control of it again. He knew that could mean facing other enemies, but he had no choice but to stay there. In an attempt to stay as under the radar as possible, he collected the bodies of the four soldiers he had just killed, put them inside the relay room, and locked the door.

 

IC: Darth Anark
Below...


"Stay there! We did it! Help is almost here!"

Hel’s words were a welcomed ray of light in the gloom of the cave Darth’s Anark and Ravenous had been in for far too long. Anark prepared himself for the incoming rescue, his mid still pondering on what he’d witnessed in the caverns below and the boy that had been his guide down the dark passage.

Should he go searching for the child? Bring him aboard the ship and away from Korriban where such a being certainly didn’t belong.

No.

As deranged and unhinged as the Sith Apprentice was, even he himself knew that the boy had been a figment of his imagination, maybe even a projection of the Dark Side energies that lingered all over the world. Either way, he did not exist.

A ladder appeared above and began to lower down into the crevice, another cry from Hel accompanied it from above, this time with a little more haste and worry in her voice.

“Hang on! We need to move!”

As human and Wookiee mounted the ladder, the shuffling and groaning of the undead above, which the groups ears had become so accustomed to that it was now just background noise, stopped. There was an eerie silence and Anark’s spine was pricked by a cold shiver than ran all the way up when he heard the voices of the massive horde all chant in unison, echoing across the landscape…

"Mine...

Bow to your Beloved Queen of the Stars."

Anark recoiled, a strange smile beginning on his face, voice coming out crackly with fatigue and filtered through his mask.

“Oh my my my!” The half-smile under the mask transformed into a full on toothy grin of amusement. “She’s here.”

The ladder was hoisted up, Hel leaped on, Ravenous a few rungs below her and Anark below him. When the ladder was lifted over the top of the cave-in the sea of the not-quite-living was revealed once more, a site to behold from up here.

Hel was shouting orders at the pilot as they were carefully brought towards the temple. Everyone clinging to the ladder cheered when their ghoulish guests were disintegrated by the heavy fire from the fighters in the air.

This was far from over, however.

Anark’s thoughts turned to Erron and whether he’d survived the ordeal, also whether his precious DL-44 he’d entrusted to the young pilot, which he’d possessed since Palpatine’s Galactic Empire was still a thing, had also survived the ordeal.

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IC: Darth Ravenous
Mountain pass.. Caved in Burial Chamber.

"stay there! We did it! Help is almost here!" Shouted Darth Hel into the gaping structure; her voice echoing within the chamber's walls.

"Don't worry...I'm not going anywhere..." Ravenous howled back with annoyance as he looked around his prison, knowing his only way out was up...

He clipped his Jedi saber onto his belt, also making sure his inherited saber was still attached. Ravenous could hear the humming of a ship's engine reverberating through the walls of the Chamber. He let a smile break through his blood spattered jowls and made his way to the exposed area of the chamber. As the Wookiee looked above their position, he saw a narrow shadow descending upon him; a 'cable' blotting out the dawn of the scorching Moraband sun. He looked towards Anark who was approaching the cable as well and saw he was visibly exhausted and slightly unhinged. "You alright, you look terrible?... Let us leave this grave" the Wookiee trilled to the Human with a joking demeanor as he grasped the cable. They began to ascend from the burial chamber. As they rose, Ravenous pulled Sosca's hold-out blaster from the back of his belt and pinged a few Undead in the head for good measure.

As they were engulfed in the Dawn, a new darkness filled the Undead..

"Mine.... Bow to your beloved Queen of the Stars" they all said in unison.

It was quickly drowned out by the sound of the engines whirring and fighters now targeting the army of thralls.

"Go Kriff yourself" the Wookiee uttered in his own mind to the anomaly as his eyes adjusted to the new sun and turned to a temple ravaged by war; Knowing this mission would not yet be ending. There would be no rest...Would there ever? He held his fist up in defiance from their victory.

Tag's: Lady Belligerent, Snokers, E. L.Knight

 

IC: Darth Kronos

Bellorum had given Jwob a very obvious nervous glance after his hissy fit not two minutes ago, clearly at least somewhat concerned for the two-faced alien. Though probably only a little bit considering her affilialation. But even a little bit could amount to a lot in these tpyes of situations.

They were then recieving new orders. He and the Lorekeeper were going to take over the gun turrets on some moronic enemies that were coming their way. They were going to die one way or another.

The shuttle landed. It was time to get to work.

He climbed his way into the ship, completely ignoring whether or not the Lorekeeper was following or not. It didn't matter much, anyway. One gun should be able to take out the retreating soldiers, anyway. But, he guessed it would be nice to have someone helping out, as vain it would be.

Jwob was tasked with taking out the artillery units, which already had explosives strapped onto them. All he had to do was wait for thr troopers to arrive, and take out as many as possible. Kronos assumed he was manning the guns to kill survivors, if any did live.

He sat down in the chair near one of the gun controls, spinning it halfway, making it face the gun itself as he did so. He heaved a sigh as he put his hands onto the controls.

At least the worst was over.

TAG: Lady Belligerent Mikaboshi DarthIshyZ

 

IC: Lord Manticore
Aboard the Wrath of Vader

In the force, the tide of battle was changing with astounding rapidity. Advantages were all too fleeting to be capitalized on, then lost in a veritable wink, over a dozen times in a span of a heart-beat. Such changes were not dependable whatsoever, nor actionable. And in a blink of an eye, it was all completely lost.

Abeloth was merging with Mnngal-Mnngal, becoming far more than what could easily be imagined - and if the High Lord was impressed by the boost in power Emperor Insipid had gained when merging with his lesser half, THIS new merger, eclipsed anything he had ever witnessed before.

The force itself was darkened beyond his ken, by Abeloth-Mnngal.

Somehow, the breach he had created was made null. That no longer mattered. Abeloth had transformed beyond their ability to affect directly.

Run now.

Manticore immediately recognized the Sith Emperor’s voice inside his mind. He still lived. This, he thought, was a favorable omen. With a simple gesture, the Sith Lord recalled both his sabers, joining them together into a saber staff, just as he snatch the weapon from the air with his good hand.

Although the zabrak was not ever keen on the idea of running from a confrontation, in this instance, he did not have to be told twice. Besides, his reserves were all but depleted.

Fiery eyes looked to Darth Re’van, and Darth Titus, who was now also with them. Manticore pointed upwards.

“To Re’van’s ship. Quickly!” He rasped as he began to move with all due haste out of the tunnel proper. He could feel the powerful Dark Tide that was about to break. Re’van’s ship was their best available means of escape.

“We must find a way to destroy the Wrath while Abeloth is still aboard.” Manticore spoke as they ran.

“We either destroy the core or send the ship into the sun. It’s the only way to make sure!”

“Damn, we could use a slicer!”

Indeed. Thrice damned they were.

Behind them, a roaring detonation, like rolling thunder, shook the entire section, causing them to momentarily stumble.

Manticore was getting vague impressions through the force. The Emperor leaving the Wrath, lightsiders and their vessels outside, the fluctuating battle down on Moraband. Abeloth, who if left unchecked, would bring a new dark age to the galaxy, like one never seen before.

“I need options!” Manticore demanded, though his mind was almost made up on a gambit.

Was there really an option when faced with the choice between survival or extinction?


Tag: @HunterPrime, @Darth Master Titus, @Sinrebirth

OOC: HunterPrime, you have leave to move / progress Manticore if necessary.

 

Darth Hades
Shuttle, Desert, Moraband

Hades leapt aboard the shuttle and once aboard he watched as the undead all stopped as if of one mind and their voices moaned out.​

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"Mine.... Bow to your beloved Queen of the Stars." The power behind that was frightful and Hades could feel the entire planet shudder with the darkside behind the actions he had just witnessed.​

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We are not wanted here.....we are no longer the dominate power.....​

TAG: Lady Belligerent, WookieeRage, Snokers

 

Combo With Sinrebirth
IC: Radian T'lenity and Abeloth
The Mind
Shock encompassed Radian as he became aware that he was no longer in the hanger of the Firestorm. Instantly his guard went up, reaching for his lightsaber he realized it was not where it had been a moment earlier on his belt. Noise began to fill the space, and words were heard, though not as it seemed by his ears, but by his mind. 'A light sider, but not one tempered by hidebound thoughts. A doer, not a sitter. How appetising. A refined sense of violence that is completely justified.'

He turned to face the voice, and a blond woman appeared before him. She seemed distant, and hazy in his vision. As hard as he tried his eye's couldn't focus on her. Then she brought up his ancestry, he had never known his own parents, they died when he was young. The Order was his family, and to hear her mock those he descended from angered the Jedi.

The figure transformed, and as the image became clearer, so did Radian's understanding of just how deep of poodoo they were in. He had read the historical records, and before she even identified herself, he had dropped into defensive stance. This was Abeloth, the bringer of chaos.

As her tentacles probed his brain he grunted. 'What do you want with us?', but she simply gave a hideous smile, and answered 'And now I can go home.' as she pulled the message from the father from his memories. Collapsing on his knee's, Radian panted, 'We defeated you before... we can again. There is no place you can hide from justice..."

Abeloth had been turning to go as he spoke, and then flashed a look back over her shoulder. 'Justice? I was abandoned by my Family, Jedi scum.' She looped a tentacle around his throat, pulled him to meet her eyes. 'You defeated me by working with the Sith. The Grandmaster of the New Jedi Order and the Dark Lord of the One Sith. 'You don't even have a Grandmaster anymore.' She smiled, her teeth glittering. 'I don't think you even have an Order now. It's over, and you lost. The Fourth Jedi Purge, so soon after the Third, will end your Order once and for all.'

Pain flooded into Radian as the beast before him lifted him off the ground by the neck, fear began to flood into him, fear like he had never felt before. Whether Abeloth was urging it along or it was a natural result of confronting such a powerful evil he could not discern. 'You... underestimate us....' he whispered. Calling on the force he tempered his fear and mounting rage. Fear, Anger, Hate, Suffering, he would not fall so easily. The pain grew, and that tempered his quick wit. This hag was powerful, and it would do him no good to extend her anger beyond what he already had.

The Jedi went away; he took his surprise, his fear, his anger away from her, straight into his calm. Abeloth found her purchase in his mind slipping from such a distance. But Abeloth was not perturbed. A playful tongue licked at her lips. 'The Order never told you about your parents, did it? You never saw them die, did you? You near heard from the Masters about how they realized they had a Force sensitive son, and ran into the Unknown Regions just after handing you over to the Jedi?'

Her eyes glistened. 'They told me why they did that.'

'Why they ran away from you.'

Abeloth's skin rippled as if liquid; for it was. 'Mnngal-Mnngal knows why.'

She loosened his throat, intending to tease the fear and hatred from him. It would not do to kill him right now. She wanted more. And she would have it. 'Do you want me to tell you?'

He felt his feet hit the floor as the dark woman loosened her grip once more. This was a trick question he knew it, and it wouldn't do him any good to answer. He closed his eye's, meditated, prying what little calm he could from his subconscious. He knew whatever information Abeloth had for him could only bring darkness and despair, he braced himself as he knew even without his answer she would tell him. Lies most assuredly, deceit, mistrust is all that could be sewn from the mind of a Sith, and what this creature was going to tell him was most assuredly no different. He would not fall for her tricks. He reached into the light, and braced himself for the inevitable.

Abeloth giggled. He was so serene. So good. So silly.

She whispered to him as she pulled him close, taking his wrists in her tentacles and pulling them around her waist as if Radian was hugging her, loving her, squeezing her tightly.

She stroked his forehead with another tentacle, clucking over him. 'There, there.'

'They told Mnngal-Mnngal that they were afraid of you. That a Jedi would sacrifice them out of love. And a Sith would kill them out of hate. They were walking dead the moment you were tested and discovered. They knew it. And so they gave you up.. And they ran.'

She spread her mouth, ready to bite at his throat. 'Straight into Mnngal-mnngal's arms. So they were right, my love.'

A pregnant pause.

'You did kill your parents after all.'

Tears were choked back by the Mirialan as the words filled his mind.
Mentally he knew them to be false.
To be lies.
But his heart cried out in anger and grief.
'No...' He muttered. 'That's not true, it can't be...'
He wouldn't give her the satisfaction of looking into her eye's.
It was illogical, improbable, impossible.
But the sadness in his heart only expanded as time passed.
More and more he clung to the sliver of peace he felt in this dark place
The sliver of hope.
Though that grasp became ever more frail as the demon before him laughed.
To her this was all some kind of game, some sort of joke.
He would not let her play with his emotions like this.
There Is no Emotion, there is Peace.

Oh he was trying so hard. So, so hard. Bless him. But his emotions were girdling him, choking him, corroding him.

He was at that featherlight point where she could break him. She could feel it. She just needed to find one more thing.

In his mind, she grew stronger, grew darker. Outside of his convulsing body, limbs of black shadow danced around him, reaching for the others, Master Mia, his squire, the crews of the assault shuttles and men of the Voidjumpers. Their fear exploded into terror, and Abeloth gorged. 'Oh yes, oh yes!'

In all of the people she had attempted to consume at the Battle of Moraband it was a Jedi who tasted the best. And thus, she had that hammer blow which was sure would break him.

She opened his eyes; his real eyes, and let him see the terror and chaos he had caused among his loyal crew; a hysteria which would spread to the entire ship, to the entire Alliance fleet, and she would consume them too.

All because of his sin.

The sin of being alive.

Unless he found a way, a resolution, a rhyme, or a reason, here and now, he would be finished, and she would climb out of his body and have them all.

Radian stood in terror, and that terror soon morphed into furry.
These falsehoods can not stand.
He brought a foot forward, weakly.
This leach was draining him, draining everyone.
However she tried to cast the blame on him, it was her that was causing all this suffering, he knew it, and he would not tolerate it.
'Get, Out, Of, My Mind!" He shouted at the top of his lungs.
And he launched forward aided by the force, reaching for the evil one's throat so he could strangle the life out of her.

Abeloth was surprised. She hadn't expected him to attack. She hadn't expected him to take that responsibility and turn it into action. It was a merger of the light and the dark; it was something that she had found in very few individuals in her long, long life. Usually ones who would change time, and release her - Jacen Solo came to mind. Had she opportunity to meet him, Kylo Ren would have too - a co-mingling of anger and peace, of power and control, of faith and fury.

Only Jedi and Sith could defeat her; much like how the Daughter of Light and Son of Darkness could stop her, time and time again.

Her tentacles became weak as he choked her throat, her mental grip slackening. Her face wobbled out of focus, and she knew she had to cut her losses here and now. It was little consolation that she had infected him with a darkness that would make being a Jedi for the rest of his life, for him, a true task of the soul.
Abeloth snarled at him, and with a burst of energy she threw him off of her; threw him out of his mind into his real body, and she scarpered, more powerful than she had been before thanks to her meal, but she would draw no more succour here; it was time to ply fields elsewhere.

She still had the coordinates, after all.

When the Jedi came to, Mia simply looked the man in the eye, and acknowledged him; elevated him, congratulated him and cursed him. 'Master?

Shame and despair were all that were there for him. For all this trouble, for all his trials and insight, Abeloth had pushed him to far. He dwelled not on any of her lies, it was his reaction to them that he regretted. He had caved into his anger, like some sort of youngling he fell to her taunts. He wasn't worthy of his command, he felt he had failed. But perhaps it wasn't too late to turn back the tied.
He felt a moistness on his cheeks, and with grim determination he wiped the tears away.
Upon him looked his fellow Jedi.

Autha, Wuwi, Then, as well as Master Mia. He had failed them, and their trust in him more than he failed himself. Could he tell them the full tale? He dare not.
The band of Jedi were examining him, how long had he been out?
Looking out the hanger bay he concluded a few minutes at most. The battle had not been drawn much differently than when he last glanced at it.
Mia spoke again. 'Master? Are you alright.'
Her calm reassuring tone stood in stark contrast to his own apprehension and the fear that still permeate his heart.

But he spoke showing none of it.
'I am... fully aware again, do not worry Master...'
It was selective wording, not a lie exactly but a half truth.
Autha spoke next. 'Are you sure Radian? You seem troubled.'
He nodded smoothly, but dodged the question.
'We need to rethink the strategy I am afraid. A new threat has come to my attention.'
His better judgement told him that he should call a retreat, go back to whatever was left of the Jedi council and warn them of this menace, and meditate to find his calm. But he had to deal with this now, he felt it, and he had always trusted his instincts in the past, he refused to doubt them now.
Jedi Then spoke next. 'What is this threat Master? It must be grave to rattle you so.'
Once again he avoided the question.
'Focus fire power on the belligerent force. Attempt to contact the Sith Command Again, if necessary send an unmanned messenger drone down to the surface and contact them that way. Tell them we seek an alliance to destroy this mutual threat, and stress the importance of it.'

His three lieutenants hesitantly nodded. Their loyalty was to be commended as they dispersed off to do his tasks.
But Master Mia stayed behind, he shouldn't be surprised, his underlings never questioned his decisions, they had seen his capabilities first hand, but she was from outside his command structure, and she had clear doubts.
'Wait just a minute, allying with the Sith? What about the hostages? What do you think you're doing, what did you see!?!'
He shook his head. And for the first time he let his dread leak into his voice.
'A greater threat than any of us are prepared to face alone.'
Turning to face her he stared blankly into her eye's, and his green features paled to almost white as he verbalized the next phrase.
'Abeloth has returned...'

Tags: Sinrebirth

 

An updated and fixed version of my app for you to know:

Name: Darth Cocytus (Afan Te)
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Species: kaminoan
Height: 2.2 meters
Weight: 130 lbs.
Occupation: Sith

Weapons: Two cruved crimson lightsabers that can combine into a saberstaff.
Description of abilities: A capable mind reader able to see through lies and tricks as well as manipulate and lie to others.
Biography: Afan Te was born on the planet of Kamino, like all Kaminioans. His family was high class and due to his gray colored eyes, Afan was supposedly destined to go into administrative work upon adulthood, much like his forefathers.

However, Afan saw himself quite different from his fellow peers, discovering his power in the force at a very young age. In his youth, Afan was quite ruthless, often bullying others, even using his force abilities to control those and even torment those around him, including his parents.

Eventually, Afan Te found himself discontent with where he was on Kamino, and thus left his homeworld to travel the galaxy. Having a particular and deadly interest in the nature, prospects, and properties of the force, Afan went to join the Academy where he was dubbed 'Darth Cocytus'.
Rank: Sith Apprentice
Class: Sorcerer
Level: lv.10
Skills:
Force Push/Pull - 1
Force Choke - 1
Force Lighting -1
Mind Trick - 1
Dark Side Meld - 1
Jar'Kai -1
Form III: Soresu - 1
Form V: Djem So - 1

 

Combo post with Sinrebirth
IC: Nubia (Sinre), Darth Ravenous (WookieeRage)



As Ravenous watched the zombie horde fall apart and be shredded by fighter craft, part of the horde did indeed speak aloud; it did beseech the Beloved Queen of the Stars. But it also did something odd. Not all of the horde did that. A loud amount, sure, but any that did was promptly turned upon by a neighbouring zombie and attacked. It was difficult to catch, in the confusion of an army being strafed to pieces, but it was happening, and it was in the line of sight of the century old Wookiee.



However, there would not be long for him to notice as he turned to look back at the Temple; he would not even have chance to glance back to check what he had seen as he picked off zombie heads. He would fall back, heavily hitting the shuttle floor His eyes would have rolled into his head and his mind would become a blank canvas.



Into it stepped, incredibly, a Jedi he would recognize. Nubia, who had found him in his youth. After his family was gone. But before he ate him..



'There you are!'

'I have been looking for you for years!' The Jedi looked as if he wanted to hug his former student, but held back, a lightsaber hanging from his belt; all mental image, no substance; but to die in ones mind was to die in reality.

'I cannot believe I found you here! Last I heard you were with the Hutts?' Camaraderie flooded from Nubia to Ravenous. Friendship, support, maybe even love. The Wookiee caught himself in a state of dubiety... His Jedi Master's aura filling his soul. Their affinity was unmatched when they operated together and he immediately was filled with a feeling of guilt.

"The Hutts mean nothing to me." The Wookiee said directly and continued.

"W...Why are you here?" He said wryly, knowing there was no reason the Master, whom he had devoured out of necessity should be appearing in any way in any form. He had consumed the Jedi and all it's power. Nubia smiled, but it wavered, as their guilts mingled. 'I am here because I need to be. Because I need to unburden myself.' Another, hesitant step forward; he was nearly five away now. 'Because I never told you about how I found you. What I did to find you. Why.'

'Because I never told you about what happened to your sibling when you were in your twenties.'

Nubia spoke with some sadness. 'The one you won't remember.' Ravenous looked at the image of his former Jedi Master, studying the movements, inner quirks that he had long forgotten...

'I know that this is a facade... I ended your life... there is nothing left of my former self. Wuulfwarg is dead, I consumed him as I consumed you... there is only Darth Ravenous left. He takes care of me like you took care of Wuulfwarg.' The Wookiee's tears melded with his blood smattered face. Remembering all the good he had done, only to have it ruined by one faded memory.. or whatever this vision was. He stepped closer to the Avatar, closing the distance to encompass his former Master. 'My family, if you know what happened to them... please, Nubia... you must let me know.. you saved me and you could've saved them. I know you tried, but the council held you back. Just as they held me back... but look what I've become, Friend.. I've become more powerful than any Jedi could dream. My new Master is strong and he's shown me the ways of the Force. I am more powerful than anything the Jedi could mold me into.' The blood on the Wookiee's smile began to run with the tears pouring from his eyes. He went to draw him into a hug, ignoring the Wookiee's assertion that he was not here. 'I knew you were a cannibal, Wuulfwarg. I let you eat me because I failed the man who erased your mind of the first crime you committed. I went and peered in the depths of the Pool of Knowledge, conversed with the shade of Abeloth, all to find you and save you from what you were becoming... To prove to that person that I could save you, and thus save him.'

Nubia was crying too.

'You ate your brother, Wuulf.'

'When you were young. You unsheathed your claws and became a shadow beast. My friend, he erased your memory, convinced that by erasing your memory he could save himself from his fate; he could erase his own memory and escape. I wanted to prove to him, through you, that he could be saved.'
Nubia closed his eyes.


Abeloth...



The Wookiee's tears continued to run, turning from sadness to rage. He uttered the the revelation once again.

'You ate your brother, Wuulf.' He pondered the statement for seconds....

'Wuulf....Wuulf?' Ravenous grasped Nubia by the throat; wedging his head upwards into the roof of the shuttle with his back residing against the adjacent wall, with a grip ever so tight..

Now, with a menacing look in his eye's the Wookiee confronted the avatar of his former Master with a bellowing howl..

'My Master never called me Wuulf! What are you demon?! Tell ME!' Ravenous began to ruffle the Human pressed in his grip grilling him for information.

'Shall I cut it out of you?!' the Wookiee continued and grasped the lightsaber from his master's belt, igniting it's Emerald-green blade. As he held it to his side, tip pointing down he gave the Human one last chance.

'Tell me what you are!!
'Nubia smiled. He began to speak in more than one voice. 'I wanted your despair, but your anger will suffice as sweet nectar.'

He gestured with a hand and the lightsaber hilt grew cold and was drained of energy. 'How amusing. I suppose I did only talk to your master once, and it was a long time ago.'

A shrug. He... no... she! as her voice modulated, didn't seem to care he was holding her throat.

'You already know who I am, and what, and how, and why.' Her arms split open, tentacles fastening to his throat, but she kept Nubia's face as she spoke.

'How dare I play with your emotions? How dare I tell you the truths that your Master denied you? That he didn't love you - he loved another, and let you consume him because he had not failed you - he didn't even care, in the end.'

Abeloth smiled, Nubia's mouth growing sharp teeth, lips tugging up towards her ears and a trickle of blood seeping from the corners of her mouth as she ripped at his masters face.
The tentacles tangled around the Wookiee's neck as he stared the creature in its' hollowed eyes and he grasped at the tentacles; trying to free himself, horror consuming him. He reached for his newly acquired hilt he received from the burial chamber and snapped it to life. Ravenous brought the Aqua-hued blade down onto the tentacles that grasped his neck and was freed momentarily. He ripped the lifeless tentacle that draped his neck away instantly and grabbed for his Jedi Saber. As he snapped the Jedi Azure-blade to life, so too did his mouth. He expelled the fear and replaced it with Malice,

'Abeloth...It must've be so lonely when your family trapped you in the Maw.. So lonely, you prey on lowly apprentices now?..How powerful you have become..." A sarcastic note rang through the Wookiee's howl and he let loose his nefarious grin.

'You know I care strongly about children in the Force, my dear.' Abeloth brushed his arm aside and dropped. The moment her feet hit the ground she allowed her face to burst free, shredding the Nubia facade and allowing the hair to turn blond and long, and eyes to turn black and pupils into pinpricks. 'Enough!'

She launched at him, snarling and weaving beneath the blade beneath enmeshing him in her re-growing tentacles, wrapping his wrists tight and already pushing to bend them back and even snap the bone. Her strength was incredible; more than anything he could muster.

'You can do it, my Padawan!'

Abeloth turned an eye to see Nubia's body lying to the side, looking at the Wookiee and fiercely supporting him. He looked exhausted, maybe even wounded. The monster looked back to Wuulfwarg and that smile widened. 'Seems like your Master has truly can to your aid. Shall I end him once and for all, condemn his spirit to be trapped inside me for all eternity?'

She leaned forward. 'Can you even stop me?'

He struggled intensely, trying to fight off the creature, but it was all for nigh. He was wrestled into submission and let out a frustrated howl of pain and was driven backwards.. The Wookiee stared downward in disbelief that Nubia was lying in front of him, separated from the creature. His disbelief was augmented by a feeling of helplessness.

The Wookiee gritted, 'HE IS MINE!' the helplessness was quickly replaced with newfound rage. He released his sabers from his grasp and let the Dark Side fill him. As they clanked off the floor, they shakily rose again as he began to control them with his telekinesis. He ascended them up above the struggle, slicing through the tentacles that grasped his hands as they passed and just like that, he was free. He then called his Azure-Saber to his hand and brought it down.. not upon Abeloth... but Nubia; slicing his head off completely! Ravenous turned to Abeloth with Hate in his heart from making him relive this; the results the same. His eyes glowed with a fiery orange...

A bittersweet mirage tempting his cold heart. Shadows of what was, or what could've been. It was all a game to Abeloth. Wuulfwarg was dead, as he had said; only Darth Ravenous remained. Nubia, the Jedi and Wuulfwarg were weak. His Master had to die along with the Apprentice and every Jedi; as is the way of the Sith.

'You will get no more from me, Demon! There is nothing left for you here! Kill me if you must! But I will not make it easy for you!' He readied his sabers. Abeloth actually recoiled. Her entire body rippled with surprise. As Wuulfwarg spun to face her, the illusion of Nubia was revealed to be another form of Abeloth, spun off from her true body to create an image for him to feel terror for - he had actually killed part of her. She had wanted his fear, his despair, his horror. But he was fearless.

He simply had to die now.

All the others had failed and sustained her, made her stronger still, even if they overcame their fears and despair - this one had all but given her nothing.

She marshalled herself; a telekinetic exertion smashed him to the floor of the shuttle in reality, and she started to methodically crush at him, starting with popping one of his molars; the pain rushed up the side of his head as if someone had blew apart the side of it. She indicated with a tentacle and his femur split into three. Another twitch and a rib snapped.

She was very, very angry.

Abeloth straddled his body, opening her mouth wider, readying to chew through his throat.

She took her time.

He could do nothing to her.

She was a Goddess.

But she still wanted his fear. She wanted it. And she would have it. Ravenous fought back to no avail. His head shaking from the force exerting back at his own his ribs beginning to snap like twigs beneath her crushing force. He was able to muster enough power to shoot the creature a defiant look.

'.....Nothing! HAHAHAhahaha'

He began to bellow a haunting laugh before he turned his palms downward and shattered a hole in the durasteel floor of the shuttle with a burst of concentrated force sending debris flying and sucking him and Abeloth; who had straddled him out the bottom of the shuttle. He may not be able to do a thing to her, but he would rather die than relinquish a tear for her. The Wookiee,Using the force, then called the tow cable from the bottom of the shuttle to his hand and began unwinding it violently; lowering himself to the barren desert landscape, he skipped across the rocky terrain breaking more ribs that Abeloth hadn't gotten to yet. He released the tow cable and slid to a halt with his back against a boulder. His eyes turned to where their party came from; the mountains and saw it lit up with blaster fire through his fuzzy eyes. Had he...defeated her? At this point, he was a shell of a Warrior, battered and bloodied, forgetting what he was even fighting for.
The line between imaginary and reality had been broken, all but. He acted in the real world and it was reflected in the unreal. She fell, surprised, surprised again, surprised by this confounded Wookiee. As her mind slipped from his, she reached deep inside him and wrenched.

As she vanished from his mind and he woke up in the shuttle, the ship intact but his wounds definitely real, he would feel as if a tentacle-full of his soul had just been wrenched clear; he was leaking essence from a wound that was not even visible to the mortal eye. She would keep a part of him to herself, and she would be back for the rest of him.

She had the taste of him now.

And the mindscape fell away; for the first time today, Abeloth had been defeated in truth and repulsed with nothing but the wounds she had inflicted upon Ravenous to show for it.

Wounds would heal.
But her vow?


It would stick. Ravenous lurched over and vomited; blood mixed within. He looked up to see everything was... as it originally was. His allies none the wiser to the grave battle he had endured but it wasn't without sacrifice, He gripped his side and stood. Silent moments passed and Ravenous looked to his Master.



'Let's go home...'
@Sinrebirth, Lady Belligerent, E. L.Knight, Snokers

 

IC: Jwob Sebb
Moriband surface

"Jwob,you may start considering how your report will explain what the kriff happened to you earlier. Set the explosives to go off as the troopers are arriving here." Jwob answered from his sitting position, "Y-Yes, ma'am."

He was still shaken from the nightmare that he had with that hideous creature. To think he was almost taken in by "her" manipulations. He had to close himself off for now. Maybe later, once he's had some strength built in manipulating the Force, he could open himself to the holocron again...

But the holocron has helped him so much. It gave him the spell to protect him from the explosion. It helped him to expel the invading entity. It helped him... was that to help himself?

Plant the explosives. Need to plant the...

Need to close himself off. Build up his mental resistance to invading entities. Yes, he is Force sensitive, and he should use that to his advantage. "What's in it for me?" That would help. That always helped.

Basic survival is important, that's sure. Holocron has helped with that. But mental sanity is important, too. Jwob glances over at the Lorekeeper. Yeah. Sanity.

OK, so the explosives. He didn’t know if they will activate standard proximity sensors, so he’ll want to have some redundancy. Planted and good to go… Heading out.

He need to talk to someone with more experience with this. He needed a Master. He needed training. He looked up at the transport. Dark Lady Bellorum was there. Would she…? Maybe, but she was already wondering about his competence. I need to give her an explanation.

“Lady Bellorum,” he said as he entered the transport, “Thank you for your confidence in me. The explosives are planted with two triggers. One for proximity, but the other with a simple countdown for my best estimate for their arrival. I wasn't sure if they would trigger standard proximity sensors.

"I apologize for... losing control earlier. I was being... invaded. That’s the best I can tell you. I don’t know who or what she... it... was. I think I heard the name Abelith? The creature was hideous.” He continued to describe the being he had encountered.

Then he produced the holocron. He knew that may raise a few issues. This was in the Lorekeeper's library and Jwob had taken it without asking. "This... spoke to me. Helped me. I don't want it right now, though. I'm not strong enough." He handed the holocron back to the Lorekeeper.

"Dark Lady, I feel there is potential in me. I offer myself to your training. Or to your punishment." He kneeled. "My fate is in your hands."

TAG: Lady Belligerent, Mikaboshi, Mitth_Fisto, Darth Kronos

 

IC: Darth Hesper
Escaping Mnngal-mnngal

Hesper was exhausted.

Not the usual exhaustion one felt after a long day's work; this exhaustion made Hesper's bones feel like lead. She had spent too much of her already frail energy fruitlessly attempting to heal the Emperor. The Emperor, leaning heavily on the Keshiri woman Lenora, hobbled towards the escape pod he'd opened with the Force. Hesper followed quickly and obediently after, stepping through the hatch and dropping into a seat as Insipid activated the pod. The mysterious necklace felt odd and heavy in her hand, and as she looked down at it briefly she could sense there was an aura of importance about it-- just what had she picked up? Deciding not to think about it, Hesper tucked the piece of jewelry away in a hidden pocket within her long coat.

The escape pod launched. Hesper belatedly buckled herself in, and looked at the others in the pod with tired, empty grey eyes. She rested her gaze on Insipid the longest. Had she been an older Sith with more experience behind her, or a more reckless one, she may have taken the golden opportunity that had been presented to her to kill Insipid, when he lay broken and vulnerable in a pile of rubble; yet it had not felt right. Too soon, she had ruled. There was more to learn from this man, and she would not deny herself the knowledge. Hesper leaned back and closed her eyes, hoping for even just a second's rest.

Insipid spoke into his comm, catching Hesper's attention: "Haretisch, you best have won the battle down there as we've already lost the one up here. It's Abeloth."

The words "battle", "lost", and "Abeloth" strung together in the same utterance would have jarred Hesper had she not been so tired. She still wasn't sure whether or not to count Coruscant as a victory; and now she knew that the battle of the Stardust and the Wrath of Vader was lost, and it was all due to Abeloth and the Mnngal-mnngal.

Mnngal-mnngal... What a disgusting pile of sludge, Hesper thought. I am lucky to have evaded that thing in the corridor just now, though I may not be as lucky in the future. She would need to gather her strength yet again, and quickly. As they had boarded the escape pod, there was an immense darkening in the Force, heavy and foreboding, and Mnngal-mnngal had abruptly disappeared. Hesper had a very, very bad feeling that things were about to get worse than they already were. It sparked a tiny flame of rage within her-- were things to never go right? Would she always be doomed to have things taken from her-- be it her victory, her strength, her career, her child? Hesper's jaw tightened, and she ground her teeth together, resolving to cut down all that stood in the Empire's path to victory.

She would not lose again.

TAG: Sinrebirth, HanSolo29

 

IC: Re'van
Leaving the Wrath of Vader, boarding for the Ferel

It was as if a wall had slammed down between Re'van and Abeloth, and then had shoved them away from each other. Re'van's mental shields were being buffered as she was thrown back, but she quickly righted herself, as she struggled to remember where she was, still on the Wrath, the scene in her minds eye quickly fading away. Re'van blinked as she noticed that Abeloth was also rolling away from her as well, as she was moved quite a distance before she came to a stop, leaving bits and pieces of herself strewn accross the floor.

//RUN NOW.//

Re'van felt the Force itself darkened, even as she recognized the voice she heard. She did not need to be told twice. She did not spare a glance towards Abeloth, for she could feel the gathering around the creature. Chaos was being summoned and enhanced. A dark orb of liquid hung in the air, and Re'van was determined not to be within the area, when it moved. It was like a dark parody of her own favorite attack. Re'van turned and ran, even as she heard Manticore's voice nearby. Fiery eyes looked towards Re’van, and Darth Titus, even as she moved. “To Re’van’s ship. Quickly!” He rasped. As they moved along the ship's tunnel, Re'van tapped a few select commands. The ships engines were being primed for an immediate dust off, as soon as they reached the ship. Re'vans actions were motivated to leave this place as quickly as possible, as she could feel within the Force the growing darkness.

“We must find a way to destroy the Wrath while Abeloth is still aboard.” Manticore spoke as they ran. “We either destroy the core or send the ship into the sun. It’s the only way to make sure!” Re'van grunted. A interesting thought, to be sure. But possible? that was another thing. She was detaching from the ship, as soon as she reached the Ferel. It was too dangerious otherwise. Lord Manticore suddenly growled aloud. “Damn, we could use a slicer!” Re'van responded with a grunt, "Too far from core to be effective." she responded.

Behind them, a roaring detonation, like rolling thunder, shook the entire section, causing them to momentarily stumble. “I need options!” Manticore demanded. Re'van thought for a brief moment, as she spied her ship ahead. "What about the orbital Golans?" she replied in a deep growl. "If either you or Titus can do something, I leave it to you." Wtih that, Re'van grew silent. Her mind was on the scene that had played before her. And the portal. Abeloth,
now combined with that creature, would be even more difficult to deal with. They could not risk a direct approach. Even Father did not destroy her. Or could not. But containment might be possible. Re'van tossed three small items to Lord Manticore. He would quickly note that they were grenades. "They have timers. Feel free to use them." she added, as she keyed in the last keys, to open the doors to the ship. Re'van leaped through the door, and quickly made her way towards the cockpit. Their 'guest' was to the back of the ship. Fine. As long as they stayed out of her way, she did not care. And as soon as Titus and Manticore cleared the doorway, she quickly had the Ferel moving, even before the doors finished closing. The Ferel was still cloaked, but at this range, she wanted to put as much distance from the cursed ship as possible. From the ship, she could see the black ooze as it moved the cover the entire ship.



Tag: greyjedi125, Darth Master Titus, Sinrebirth

 

IC: Soliloquy
Inside Jwob's pocket, Korriban near gun implacements

Sitting in the mind of it's student the shift was not a surprise. Merely a saddening turn. So much knowledge had been bantered about that fertile mind, and now as it faded away so did the form the Holocron had taken. It was saddening, maddening, and in the end. It merely was, just as it no longer was.

Once more the pocket went from a faded and largely ignored surrounding place, to resolve into the sole reality in which it dwells beyond it's own facets. Turning the words of Abeloth over, it let them tumble as well as her actions. Replaying what happened. Pulling at the threads of the Force, of this star system it felt that the darkness was solidifying. Forming about something above which decried the life below. And it knew. . .it did not even need thought nor spoken.

Mnngal-Abeloth had come here, one and both, in flesh and minds. And then they shared. Only it had to wonder, whom was sharing who? Who would truly consume the other? Abeloth had the Force, but she was also too self assured, too entrapped in her times of imprisonment. Mnngal-Mnngal on the other pseudo-pod had been one known to freedom, to success, and to failures. It had lived for millenniums while Abeloth had existed. It knew to be patient, to let one wear and spread, to seep in through pore and fly through air or slither through cracks.

Yet Abeloth had the raw power of Celestials, once. Possibly still. Subsided on spirit. Whilst Mnngal-Mnngal stuck to the physical plane. It truly wondered how long and to whom the final power would side in the realms of consumption.

As Jwob pulled it from it's resting place it shimmered a small illusion based on those present. To the Dark Lady, to Jwob, to the common man it was still a holocron. To the Lorekeeper, to the Lorekeeper, it would seem and feel with hatred a mirror of the true amulet that he had tossed aside so many minutes ago. Otherwise it merely was a Holocron, and merely waited. With silence it waited and watched.

TAG: Mikaboshi, DarthIshyZ, Lady Belligerent, Darth Kronos

 

IC: Esmerelda and Darth Kronos
Combo with someone you'll never guess

As he sat into the gun turret, he was blissfully unaware that he had been noticed. In a brief moment, Esmerelda's sense blossomed in his mind. His real body would go slack, but his mind would replicate what he was doing; sitting in a turret, but his foes, and his fellow Sith, would vanish. 'Kronos!'

She was running across the debris strewn area, smiling at him. She was unharmed, and seemed to have picked her way through the battle purely out of work for her Sith Lord; her eyes were glassy and her cheeks flushed, her hair spilled out of its traditional neat hairband and altogether looking very romantic and indeed dramatic.

'We survived!' She was smiling, very much so.

The lovely silence was broken by a female voice. One that was calling his name. And it didn't take a genius to figure out who it was. He immediately sprung out of his seat, and ran down the ramp to meet up with her.

Esmerelda.

Nothing else seemed to matter anymore. No one else was there. The only thing - or, rather, person - in his sight was Esme.

He met up with her, giving her a very similar smile that she was giving him. With that, there was only one thing Kronos could think of to say to her. A question. "How are you.... How are you even here?"

'I had to know you were alright! I couldn't wait for the battle to end! I had to find you!' She ran through the debris, arms out, ready to be drawn into a hug, to press herself to him, to cry into his strong arms.

'Thank the Force you are alright!'

He let out a slight laugh at that. That was sweet of her. Really sweet, in fact.

"Well... Thank the Force you're okay. And, yes, I'm completely fine. So far, anyway"

Her smile widened as she reached for him, wrapping his arms around his waist and pressed her face into his chest, eyes wet. 'Sorry! I'm such an embarrassment to you.' She looked up at him, and tip-toed to meet his lips with hers.

As she neared him, it was becoming extremely obvious that she was crying. Which seemed relatively unlike her usual self. That, and the fact she was suddenly saying she was an embarrassment to him as she pressed her head onto his chest. He disregarded that, however. This was probaby her first real battle with other people. And the mission on Hoth and those tentacles most likely had a part in this, probably scarring her. He'd likely feel the same way.

He spoke as Esme tip-toed up to kiss him, as he helped her up a bit. "You're not an embarrassment to me. You never have been, and you never will be"

Esmerelda leaned into the kiss, and drew back. 'Aren't you afraid that I am a weakness? That someone will take advantage? That I will become a burden as you ride up?'

A short pause followed her response before Kronos spoke. "No. You've made it this far, right? And I haven't needed to protect you. Besides-" he caressed her cheek a bit. "there's a safer place up there in the ship. Away from the front lines."

Esmerelda seemed to frown, making her look decidedly cute as she did so. 'Away? You would give up your chances for High Lordship? Abandon the frontline? For me?'

"Abandoning the Sith so suddenly would get me, and you, killed. Trust me. I know how they work.... And, I don't want that. Not for you,"

Once he finished his sentence, Kronos decided to temporarily change the subject. It was something he wanted to know, but forgot to ask in the flurry of excitement. "So, how'd you even get away from Zalen and that sleazeball Ike, anyway?"

Esmerelda rolled her eyes and ignored the question. 'Not an ounce of fear. Not an slither of worry. Not a molecule of weakness. How...' She arched an eyebrow and with that arch a Force blow threw him into a wall of this mindscape. 'Boring.' She pinned him down telekinetically without even a gesture.

Her arms split into tentacles, her eyes grew black, her pout stretched outwards. But she remained, unmistakably, Esmerelda as she looked at him. And then the features twisted and she was all creature. 'You are in Abeloth's presence. The great Goddess of the Stars. Your offering? Resolute confidence. Complete faith. Relentless stoicism. I found a Jedi, in orbit, and gorged on him. I discovered the ancient Loremaster, and he was so pathetic that I had a meal of his fear. Jwob? He barely threw me out and he had help inside his little mind. Zalen? She was so afraid I could have made an avatar out of her if not for the sleazeball who lusts for you, of all people.

Abeloth paced forward. 'But here? And now? Inside you? All I have to show for this exertion of my great and powerful mind, in crossing space to invade here is you star-crossed lovers routine.'

Abeloth stopped at his feet, and increased the pressure on his chest, threatening to crack it. 'Give me some fear! Feed me! Say something spiteful! Or I promise you, that I will track down and gut your precious Esme in front of your eyes!

As Kronos waited for a response, it was becoming extremely obvious that Esmerelda was not acting like herself, made evident by her sudden eye roll. Annoyed by something? What?

Then she spoke. Sinister words left her mouth, unlike anything she had ever said. They sounded more like threats than anything. She had thrown him against a wall, resulting in a mighty powerful coarse of pain being sent throughout his body. Whoever this was, he, she, or it was powerful. Extremely powerful. He was able to figure out one thing: this was not Esmerelda.

This... thing decided to reveal itself, as it partially shed its skin. Tentacles sprung out of her body, mainly the arms, showing a hideous image. They were the same tentacles as the ones from Hoth. Yet, the face was still her. Whatever this was, it wanted to get personal with him. Too personal.

Then, she revealed herself. Upon the first viewing of her true face, he instantly knew. He had studied these things back when he was a Jedi. The scarring and terrifying images and descriptions were scarred into his brain forever. The sharp fanged teeth. The old, frightening skin.

This was Abeloth. And she wanted him.

It should have been obvious. How could have Esmerelda even gotten to him in the first place? How would she have been able to get past all of the enemy soldiers alone? Zalen wouldn't have let that happen.... Unless she was dead.

Maybe this was Esme. And maybe she was possessed.

Abeloth's speech began. He was not the first victim of her wrath. A Jedi, the Lorekeeper, Jwob - which explained his violent hissy fit earlier -, and even Zalen and Ike. All of them had been attacked, and as far as he knew, all had died except Jwob. Kronos was sure that he was going to die.

But, his own life wasn't his main concern, no. Esme was. Abeloth obviously knew about the two, as she started to taunt him about it, probably trying to get a rise out of him.

And it was working.

Anger and rage boiled within him, causing his body to shake and tremble slightly. The pain was too unbearable. That, on top of the insults flung by this thing would be almost enough to send him over the edge. He wanted to grab his lightsaber and cut this horrible creature into pieces. But he couldn't. He felt like he couldn't move. Abeloth's telekinetic grip on him was too strong. She had been pressing harder on his chest with every word, and with the final line, it got so bad that it felt like his ribcage was about to crack. Blood dripped from his mouth, dripping onto the ground as it did so.

She then said something that froze his heart into ice. A threat. Not against him, but her. Esmerelda. In an instant, his body tensed up, as he tried to fight against everything Abeloth was doing to him. His fists were clenched, his knuckles white, a puddle of blood around him, still dripping from his mouth.

"No.... No!"

He continued to try and fight her power, but it was all in vain. Nothing would be enough to defeat her. Not in her own world, her own universe. And that was frightening all in itself. Because her own universe was his own mind. She had all of the power. He had none. Absolutely nothing.

His body began to shake even more. More violently than before. From the pain, rage, anger, and fear. Not fear for his own life, but Esmerelda's. He began to groan loudly, a sound that Abeloth would likely hear. She would probably be pleased with that. His face twitched, which would be an unpleasant sight to anyone who might be watching. Her threats against Esmerelda only added fuel to the fire.

He needed to at least try and save Esme. But, he couldn't do anything from the position he was currently in.... Except one thing.

She wanted him to be spiteful against her? Okay, fine.

Through his blood-filled mouth and chest pains, Kronos was able to utter two words. Small amounts of blood were spit out with the enunciation of the words. Hopefully, Abeloth would be able to make out what he was saying.

"Piss... off"

Abeloth giggled as he struggled, as he resisted, clapped her tentacles mockingly. She heard him, she could feel his fear, his despair. It was touching, and it was delicious. She took another step towards him, leaned over him.

But the eternal problem with Abeloth is that she always wanted more. More upon more. She spread herself, relentlessly, and Mnngal-Mnngal had made her reach all that more wider. All she need do is focus, as she was doing now, and she would succeed in her goal. But Abeloth wanted everything, and she wanted it now.

It had been excruciating for her to have to play the patient woman, to lay the groundwork for her revelation, but, in the end, a blunt approach was always the best. But she wanted more, and she would have it.

With a gesture she split her attention and revealed Esmerelda in a cage of electricity. With an exertion she drew the cage close to her skin, slowly, the energy cutting into her. Teasing blood from her; and, if Abeloth continued, it would leave Esmerelda as a collection of cubed flesh and bone.

Abeloth split her attention, lessening the burden on Kronos that she had placed on him with her telekinesis, but only so that she could give him the tiniest bit of hope to crush into the sweetest of meals.

She was about to not only recoup all she had used to create this mindscape, but to go further and grow more powerful still.

And she would be beautiful.

Her mocking giggle would only add to Kronos' need to kill this witch. But he couldn't. Not yet. He continued to struggle.

Abeloth made a gesture, and Esme floated into his line of sight. In a cage of electricity. She brought Esmerelda closer to her, taunting and teasing him with her life. He almost asked himself how that was even possible. That how could she have even gotten Esme into a cage so fast, so sudden, when she was still in the armory, tending to wounded people. Some part of the sane part of his mind hoped it was all an illusion, and that she was safe. But, this was Abeloth. There was no hope.

He jerked his body back and forth, attempting to get his way out of her grip. It succeeded. He was finally able to move. It was still hard to do that, however, as if there was a strong gust of wind trying to keep him back.

He had to power through that. This was his one chance.

He used the Force to rip his lightsaber off of his belt, immediately igniting it. All the while, he attempted a Force Push against Abeloth, trying to startle her and send her back. He needed a window.

If it worked, Kronos would bring his lightsaber down on her with a powerful force

Abeloth was not remotely buffeted by his Force push. It caught her as if a light breeze, fondling her hair. He did however launch at her, and brought his lightsaber down upon her with all of his might. All of a sudden a cut of a lightsaber appeared across her throat, and Abeloth stumbled. Her surprise elsewhere was so incredible that she had allowed the moment to link to this one; a wound Ravenous had inflicted had crossed over here. Esmerelda vanished; an illusion revealed, and Kronos' blade chopped down into her forehead in that moment of surprise as she knit her throat back together.

Abeloth reasserted herself enough that a mental hand stopped the blow halfway through her nose, and another surge of tentacles reached for him. Now she was angry. Kronos was proving bothersome, more effort than he was worth.

Too petulant.

Too unwilling to bend.

Abeloth decided that she had more important places to be. With a surge she sent him flying again, lightsaber drawing more harm to her mental mind. With a scream, she dissolved.

As ever with Abeloth, driving her off was as much a relief as a mystery, as much anticipating her return as it was fearing it. Kronos had resisted, and with aplomb. But he fell upon one truism; all it took was surviving long enough not to die.

Kronos, and Ravenous too, were ground zero in repulsing the witch once and for all.

Assuming that they could contend with her true body. So far only visitations had been defeated; her true horror was aboard the Wrath of Vader, and she added Kronos to her list of enemies she would consume in her liquid form, hollowing him out and killing his beloved in front of him.

Kronos did not expect Abeloth to be affected by his Force Push. Not by someone so weak in comparison. It had done as he expected: brisked passed her like a warm, summer breeze.

However, a sudden cut emerged across her throat, not one made by him. How in the hell could it have even get there in the first place? Was there someone else with him? Someone invisible? Maybe he had a fairy godmother helping him out. Somehow, he highly doubted that.

Things turned for the worst soon after. As soon as his lightsaber met with Abeloth, the scene partially shifted. Now, it was Esmerelda in front of his blade. As if she were a human shield.

It cut right across the forehead. It was stopped right before the lightsaber hit her nose, halfway separating her head in two. An instant death. An instant kill.

He didn't even have enough time to react properly. Before he could even rush out to... rest her body, she had disappeared, being sent to whatever hell that awaited her. Guilt and regret filled his heart. After all he had done to save her from the witch, and he had ended up doing the task for her. What an idiot.

He wanted to die.

But first, he would cause a deep amount of pain to Abeloth. Clearly, she could be wounded. That cut across her throat made that clear. He squeezed his hands tightly, knuckles white once again. His arms began to shake the tighter he squeezed. He was fueled by one thing: rage.

He jumped up, eager to cut something off, gearing himself up for a sprint.

It was of no use. He was already sent flying across the room once again as Abeloth had screamed and vanished.

Abeloth left Kronos with the terrible belief that he had killed his Esmerelda. She was drawn aside by treachery, but as Kronos returned from the void of unconsciousness he would be able to reach out to find out the truth. But with Abeloth, she existed on a plane so far above them that even in success you could only be afraid of it; she was so beyond their understanding that he may have done nothing more than annoyed her... Or played into her hands.

Once Kronos left the unconscious void, he found himself collapsing onto the ground, completely unaware of his surroundings, or how he might appear to his current squad. But, that was obviously the least of his worries. How could he have just... killed her like that? So easily. So quickly....

No.... No. He refused to believe it. It had to be some kind of illusion. Some kind of trick. It couldn't be real. It couldn't be....

He didn't want it to be....

He finally stood up, small amounts of blood still dripping from his mouth as he did so. He was honestly to unaware of everyone and everything around him to even notice what the others saw.

His mind was elsewhere.

TAG: Sinrebirth Lady Belligerent