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Star Wars CLOSED The Final Trial of Helinith and Bernael - a Sith Trial

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  1. Sinrebirth

    Sinrebirth Mod-Emperor of the EUC, Lit, RPF and SWC star 9 Staff Member Manager

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    It could not be said if this was a memory or a vision.

    It matched both, and neither.

    But what could be said was that it was before their time on Kesh, and before they reached the relative safety of the reality of the Battle of Jakku. It was a terrible time, in which the Grand Sith Empire collapsed and the Immortal God of the Sith unleashed the Unknown Terrors upon a defenceless galaxy...

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    The two of them had met within one of the small eddies of normalcy in a universe gone mad. The Deep Core worlds had not been picked at by the Terrors so far, making Tython a redoubt. Many refugees had fled to the former star system of the Jedi, though most of the Force users had been long killed in the years since Typhojem emerged from Mortis.

    The galaxy was his playground; its people, his toys.

    What Sith had survived the tumult were no different than the rest of its citzens; prey.

    Some of course had aligned with the Old Ones, and been transformed into gruesome creatures to serve the Left Handed Lord, alongside the Ssi-Ruuvi, Vagaari, Anzati, Yuuzhan Vong, and others. In time, the hordes of shadow vessels and organic monstrosities reached the Deep Core, a fleet of dark ships ready to consume the survivors.

    It was on the dark moon of Bogan that Helinith and Bernael ended up, their ships on their last reserves of fuel, having not eaten for a day, and the two of them left to hope the dark miasma of the eclipsed moon would cover them... neither detected the other, and neither knew they had landed not a kilometre away from each other.

    In the distance they would see a structure, and begin the approach from differing directions.

    [​IMG]

    They would be pursued, of course...

    Driven to meet by fate itself...

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  2. darthbernael

    darthbernael EU Community Mod, House was on fire, didn't do it star 4 Staff Member Moderator

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    IC Bernael
    Approach and Landing on Bogan


    A dark time

    The Fury was limping toward what Bernael hoped was a place to rest, to prepare, to ready himself for the battle to come. His ‘brother’ he would face as he must as he would the twisted remnants of his own kind.

    The furrows in his armor bore the truth of that thought, having fought his way through packs of feral, changed Anzati to reach the temporary safety of his ship. It had been a mistake to have found himself caught on Anzat Prime when Typhojem had emerged from Mortis. He had, as he was sure the rest of his kind had, felt the power of their relative as he emerged, and yet somehow he’d escaped the changes that God had wrought upon his kind.

    [​IMG]

    Perhaps it was the eons he’d spent not as the rest of the Anzati had, serving something that was probably an anathema to his brother, that had left him safe from the change as he was sure Typhojem had less than a care for a single Anzati. He’d fought through the hordes, burning through a decent portion of his stores of energy to reach the ship and get aboard without the other’s tearing him apart.

    Even as he lifted, he could feel the ship weighted down as the others tried to claw their way through the hull to reach him. Thankfully they had suffocated or burned up in the passage out of the atmosphere. But that was only the beginning of his troubles as he fled to what safety there may be. The hyper lanes were clogged, between refugees and the ships of the dark beings hunting them down. His travel had been slowed by the necessity of ducking in and out of hyper, avoiding tangles of debris that clogged the hyper routes.

    The first few days he managed to avoid notice by reducing his presence in the Force, as well as any life signs he may inadvertently give off, to next to nothing as well as keeping the stealth systems of the ship operating. That worked until the power levels dropped low enough that he could not keep the stealth field of the Fury operating. In the time since then, he’d exhausted the stores of ships weapons he had onboard and used every trick of flying he’d learned over the years, just to get here.

    Through the viewscreen, he could see a structure, not too far distant, and aimed the Fury to land as closely as possible with the remaining fuel. The engines gave out just after the landing skids deployed and the wings retracted. The ship thudded into the snow and rock underneath, skidding several meters until hidden ridges in the rock caused the ship to jolt to a stop. But in that time Bernael was no longer paying attention to the movement. He was hungry, ready to feed on any foe who came his way but still he focused.

    Racing through the corridors of the ship, at one point running on the wall of one for a few paces as he turned the corner, he reached his supply room. Hastily throwing supplies, spare weapons, and some cold weather items into a ruck he turned to the weapons cabinet. His kukri and sabers were already strapped to his sides and back, but he switched out the shattered and broken daggers that he’d used as he escaped for fresh, whole ones, strapping a blaster to his thigh. Throwing a lined, waterproof chameleon cloak over his shoulders, he lifted the ruck to one of them, tucking it under the cloak, then turned and dove to the side in a roll as a lucky shot pierced the hull almost directly over where he had stood.

    He raced to a secondary, ventral hatch, sure that whoever was out there would be targeting anyone who emerged from the main hatch. He felt the cloak shift to match the exterior as the hatch dropped open and he crawled across the ground, under the Fury, through the snow. As he felt that he was out from under his ship, and several meters further distant, he slowly lifted his head out of the snow. Turning as slowly as possible, he saw that the facility he’d aimed for was not too far away but until he was sure he was free of pursuers it may as well be on Ashla, not Bogan where he’d found himself.

    Slithering out of the snowbank, he moved in short bursts, uneven movements to throw off any tracking systems looking for him, until he was a couple hundred meters from the hotspot that was his cooling ship. Keeping low to keep his silhouette from giving him away, he checked his bearing often as he began to make his way to the apparent safety of the facility.

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  3. darthhelinith

    darthhelinith Jedi Grand Master star 6

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    Feb 10, 2009
    Helinith
    Approaching Bogan


    "Comon baby just one more, a little further…"
    Helinith felt like she'd been saying that a lot recently as they ran, trying to find somewhere, anywhere that was untouched by destruction.
    "Come on come on come on…"
    She threw the hyperdrive switch.

    There was no response.
    "Oh sure, throw a strop now." She grumbled at the low fuel indicator. "You're a tie, you're supposed to use your solar cells to travel."
    This was only partly true. The standard ties could run on just solar but it prevented them from operating at peak performance and the size of the wings was inductive of the amount of light needed for this sort of operation. The wings of Helinith's X1 had a smaller surface area than the standard tie and so could not operate on solar without significant loss of functionality. Jumping to hyperspace was impossible.


    Helinith knew all of this, of course. But the fuel reserves had held out again and again as she repeatedly pushed the tie to its limits to escape death over and over. And now, her luck had run out, in the middle of nowhere. She sighed, slouched in the pilot's chair and put her feet up on the console.

    "This is how we die." She told it. "Starve to death in the middle of nowhere. Me first, in a couple of days, then you'll drift for a few years and probably get pulled into orbit or smash into an asteroid. What a rip."

    It seemed like such a waste. Ever since she had first fled Malkath years and years ago, she hadn't stopped running, not really. Every time she tried to settle somewhere, something found her eventually. Eldrich God or no, it made little difference.


    She shifted around in the chair, reaching underneath in the hopes that a discarded packet of anything edible had escaped her fingers the first thirty two times she had done this. Not that anyone was counting. For the thirty third time, there was nothing. Engrossed in her work, she was interrupted by a buzz on the instrument console. She rubbed her eyes, stared and rubbed again.

    "No way…. No way. That's Tython! How the hell did we get here?"

    A slither of light revealed at a snail's pace, bit by bit, the light side of Tython, the sun that illuminated it having previously been hidden behind. A sunrise of sorts.

    "Tython… we can make that work. It's breathable right? There's gotta be something we can hunt for food…"

    Helinith grabbed the controls and began to direct the ship towards the crescent slither of lit-up planet. The x1 steered like a herd of drunk cattle as the power from the solar barely nudged the craft forward. It yawed stubbornly to the right, with a tilted roll. Unwilling to let it win, Helinith fought with it, but still it continued to pull sideways and when Helinith stopped for a moment to try and recalibrate the steering, she realised what was going on.

    Hidden in the shadow of the planet, one of its moons was sitting, barely visible. They were much closer to it than Tython itself, and the x1 had been caught by its gravitational pull, indeed it was slowly being drawn into orbit. There was little Helinith could do, other than turn the x1 and let the moon pull them in, in a painfully slow, inevitable hug.

    She landed on the moon a few hours later with a rattle and a thump. The first thing she saw, when she leapt out of the top hatch, was a lumpy structure nestled between two valleys, like ancient jewellery between folds of dry skin. It seemed as good a place as any to look for food.
    “Stay here.” She told the tie, giving it a fond pat, “I shouldn’t be too long.”
    With that, she adjusted the small pack on her shoulder and set off towards it, dreaming of carved meats and sweet pasties dusted with icing sugar.

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  4. Sinrebirth

    Sinrebirth Mod-Emperor of the EUC, Lit, RPF and SWC star 9 Staff Member Manager

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    IC: A Vesper One, a Soulless One, a Draconic One
    Bogan, Tython moon, Deep Core, years back

    They had been preceded by their creatures of the night in one pursuit of their prey, three Sith who had allowed themselves to be transformed in their service to the Immortal God of the Sith, the so-called Father of Shadows, and self-proclaimed Master of Masters. They landed ships of their own stealth design, survivors that sought nothing more than the next morsel of approval from the dark deity.

    They followed the two Sith up the mountain to the old Temple, following their own paths.

    But in short order Bernael would recognise that he was pursued by two Sith, as much as Helinith would recognise she was pursued by one.

    Bernael, he had a female Sith who had allowed herself to be transformed into an over-sized viper, a double set of arms sprouting from her slithering form, a lightsaber in each hand, and her partner, a suit of armour animated by power alone, with not an ounce of flesh and bone to him, pure undulating, suffering will. He had an oversized lightsaber hilt in hand, calling upon the imagery of an oversized blade.

    For Helinith, there was a Sith who was more reptile than man, his skin scaled and from his back sprouted two leathery wings, nonetheless still protrusions of human flesh twisted and reshaped. Everyone knew it was Typhojem's favourite trick to call forth the base inner natures of his servants to transform them, and this dragon-like monster was no different.

    As the Soulless clanked loudly behind Bernael, revealing himself, the Viper emerged wordlessly from behind an outcropping in-front of Bernael - or behind, if he had glanced back at the armour, and she spat a globule of acid before launching herself at him, a set of red and green blades singing -

    The Dragon swooped down from on-high, preceded by a gout of pyrokinesis that emerged from his fanged mouth, setting alight what little greenery was evident, illuminating her in the night. He landed where his flame did not touch, completing the encirclement -

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  5. darthbernael

    darthbernael EU Community Mod, House was on fire, didn't do it star 4 Staff Member Moderator

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    Apr 15, 2019
    IC Bernael, Soulless, and the Viper (Combo with the GM, @Sinrebirth)
    On the Trail to the Temple


    As Bernael had made his way toward what was coming into focus as a Temple of some sort he’d felt and heard as the pursuing fighters had fallen back and moved on to other prey. That, however, did not mean he was not still pursued. He’d felt them before he saw them and while they were still enroute, he made a very short detour, really a stop for a second, to hide the ruck and his supplies in a deep crack in the rock beside the trail, letting it hit the rock causing a fall of snow to block the entrance and hide the supplies from whoever was following.

    He set himself as he continued his progress toward the Temple, leaving his hands free for the moment. Soon enough two separate sounds came to his oversensitive ears. One was the hissing passage of what he could describe as scales over sand, or in this case snow. The other was a mechanical sound, gears and metal as it clanged together, harsh, discordant, and loud. Glancing around he noticed the best area for a response to such, to keep them distant. Swift steps, and he was there, just as they came into view.

    ”My brother….the artist” he muttered sarcastically, as they appeared. The first confirmed what he’d thought the first sound was, a serpent, quite large, with four arms and a saber in each. The second, he caught out the corner of his eye as he turned sideways, a suit of armor; one that felt as though that was all that was there, save a spirit, or will of whoever had worn it before death. Typhojem had his secrets and his desires that infected those who served him and Bernael could feel the stench of his ‘brother’ radiating from these two.

    He recognized the tactic they had used and knew they would attack individually first, then in tandem, raising their power as they did, keeping him between them, until they could use a skill that required them both to work as one. So he would need to change the battle, introduce variables those two were not prepared for. But he was glad he was what he was, even hungry.

    A flash of movement and he was diving backward, perpendicular to the two creatures, a glob of sizzling green passing by him, closely enough that he could smell the acid in it. The movement continued and just behind the acid came the Viper, her four blades out, ready to cleave what she’d believe was a wounded foe. But he’d moved too quickly and, as he moved, he drew one saber and what appeared to be a blaster.

    But it was not, he’d picked up various skills and knowledge over the years and one such had caused him to have this weapon built. It flew from its holster and into his hand, fingers cradling it and smoothly pulling the trigger twice, to assess what damage it would cause before using more of this precious resource. What came from the barrel, however, was not easily deflectable laser bursts but rather, two ‘special’ projectiles. He had about a dozen magazines around his form but these were his big rounds.

    The projectiles flew toward the serpent, and just out of her range burst open, a mixture of Sith Poison and razor fine shrapnel now racing toward her in a cloud of pain. He continued to shift his attention back and forth between the two as he moved, his senses on alert to keep him from making a misstep as he backed, waiting to see what the serpent would do next, or if the soulless one took the next opportunity.

    The Viper hissed, shielding her face and was peppered with shards and gas. Her hide protected her from the former, and her modifications meant she was immune to the other, but she was nonetheless distracted for a moment -

    The Soulless one drew his over-sized hilt - a Greatsaber - and a massive crimson blade emerged. He swung it two handed, a full blow which was all power and minimal finesse, but it was quick!

    Bernael smiled slightly as he backed away. He’d been sure the gas and shrapnel wouldn’t truly harm the Viper but it did give him valuable information. And then he had to throw himself flat against the ground for a moment. Even his speed was almost not enough as the massive saber swept over his form, shearing the first to millimeters from his breastplate, slicing the ends from the loose hair that had swept up as he fell, the heat from the blade making his eyes water for a moment.

    This one, he’d have to battle differently from the Viper, of course. With the blade past his head, he stepped within the range of the behemoth’s reach, a rune covered dagger appearing in his off hand, stabbing downward, into the seams of the gauntlet holding the saber, as his will washed over that of the Soulless one. He didn’t attempt to overwhelm the other’s will, simply probed it, his mind seeking a Shatterpoint to break the hold the other’s will had, making him dissipate for good.

    As he felt the other trying to avoid the probing knife, pulling the saber back, he jumped arcing over the top of the massive blade. A force push against the tip of the blade sent him flying higher, out of the reach of the outstretched arm and blade. At the zenith, his hand flashed to his belt, a pair of daggers suddenly flying at extraordinary speed at one eye and the open, soft maw, followed by two more blasts from the projectile thrower.

    Flipping again, landing on his feet, Bernael drew one saber, letting the slugthrower return to it’s holster on his belt. Kneeling, he pressed a palm to the ground, feeding energy into it and smiled as he felt the pain, the agony of the ground around him as it began to tremble and ripple. His head came up and he laughed at the sheer joy of battle. His will pressed even harder now, against that of the behemoth, battering it, if he couldn’t find the shatterpoint in time, he’d simply create one.

    The Soulless one was revealed as an empty armour; the blade stabs between the seams and gauntlets did not release blood or usher in a cry of pain, merely a grunt of annoyance and a flex in the Force to suppress damage to his armour as he turned to face Bernael, divots appearing across his metal-skin, but he was all will, so battering was like eroding stone -

    From between his legs launched the Viper, low to the ground, a flicker of her hands as a pair of hands drew a powerful Force choke upon his throat, and she leered up with a lightsaber in her other pair to jab upwards into his gut -

    The Soulless one took a halting step after her, attempting to close the distance and wind up to a massive slash at Bernael as he was busy with Viper, a great blow aimed for his temple -

    As the Viper rushed out through the armor’s legs, Bernael grinned, lifting his hand from the ground. As his throat began to restrict from her choke he saw the result, waves of ground and energy blasting out from his epicenter. His vision began to restrict but suddenly he saw, or possibly felt, something else, the shatterpoint. The attack, his daggers aimed at the Viper, and now this attack made it plainly clear.

    The shatterpoint was simple, whatever the will of the Soulless one had in a bond with the Viper. Every time he’d attacked her the armor sped up, attacked harder. Time seemed to slow as her saber came up. He strained against the choke and then closed his eyes. It wasn’t just to concentrate as suddenly pure, white light flared up around him. The power of the light burst the choke and his straining flung him backward.

    A searing line of heat drew across his face as he flew, that oversized saber of the Soulless one slicing into his mask and across the bridge of his nose. He growled, turning his flight into a roll and coming to his feet. ”Powerful you may be, but not enough.” his voice rang with deep harmonics. A decision point came as the Viper continued her molasses slow charge toward him, his body still running at high speed.

    He could have simply severed their bond but a vision of a red striped white mask came to mind and his smile turned Hoth cold. Reaching out, he touched the connection the Soulless one had to the Force and it was the easiest thing to simply sever every bit of that connection. He dove forward, black bladed saber snapping to life in the process, hand pointed toward the maw of the Viper, deep purplish black lightning flaring and arcing toward the soft tissue there. The dive also served to reduce his footprint of target if the armor went the same way the masked one had gone.

    The Soulless One turned with his swing, intending to cleave back at Bernael as he passed him, but the Viper ran straight into the lightning blast, which shot down her open mouth, filleting her out, even drowning out her scream -

    Her body sagged, broken, dead -

    The Soulless One roared, his wail ethereal as it rang within the Force, staggering -

    His will was shattered with the death of the Viper, and the Soulless One simply threw a Force blow at Bernael to clear him away from the Viper's body so he could cradle it, dropping his lightsaber -

    Bernael rocked at the blast but otherwise ignored it. A deep, dark as the pits, chuckle rang out across the battleground. He felt, in the blast, that the true power of Soulless was spent, had vanished the moment the Viper died. His black eyes regarded the crushed will of the empty armor before him. ”You failed long before you died, minion of my brother.”

    His will rose once more, washing over the armor in a wave. His hand reached out, then paused, beings such as these were notorious for augmenting their saber hilts to detonate when another attempted to use it. His fist closed, crushing the hilt with the Force, the sound of rending metal filling the air. His head tilted to one side as he considered what he should do now, with his remaining foe. A smile, best suited to a deep sea creature with a mouth filled with rows of teeth, crossed his face under the slashed mask.

    A casual gesture and the broken, lifeless body of the Viper went flying, hitting an outcropping of rock, then sliding bonelessly down the face of it as he strode up to the shell of a Sith. Talons extending, he tapped the armor, a hollow sound echoing now. A thought and the armor stiffened, lifted from the ground, held in place by his will, overpowering that of the dead Sith animating it.

    Piece by piece, segment by segment, his talons curled around the plates of the armor, ripping each piece free, crushing it into atoms with the Force. Eventually all that remained was the helmet, the will inside still mourning the loss of the Viper. His arms crossed, talons retracting. Gazing at the helmet and the whispers of will animating it still, ”Begone forevermore, tiny spirit.” he muttered and then, without motion, the helmet crushed into a fine powder, the wail of a vanishing spirit breaking the almost stillness of the air as it departed the mortal plane for good.

    Retrieving his pack, he removed a bandolier of projectiles similar to the ones he’d used on the Viper to begin with, bringing it over to her body. Lifting her maw with the Force, he unscrewed the ends of the rounds, one at a time and used pressure to ‘milk’ droplets of her venom into the concoction in each round, increasing their potency even more. When he finished, he returned the bandolier to the pack, replacing the rounds he’d used first. Hefting the pack onto his back, he gazed at her corpse, a thought and it burst into flames, eating it from the inside out. When the flames finally died and ash alone remained, he turned and continued his trek toward the Temple.

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  6. Sinrebirth

    Sinrebirth Mod-Emperor of the EUC, Lit, RPF and SWC star 9 Staff Member Manager

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    IC: The Temple
    Bogan, End of Time

    The Temple was abandoned. While there was the sounds of violence, and indeed the ripples within the Force, down the other side of the mountain, the structure itself appeared to be empty. The shadows were drawn close, and one would likely enjoy the feel of the same as a Sith, for this was the mundane darkness of their ancestors, some ten millennia of exiled Je'daii sent here, until they were driven out of the Tython system by the Force Wars.

    In those corners however, a black became a shape, became armor, and a hand was held to Bernael.

    [​IMG]

    This one.

    The man, the Force Hound, he stood, regarding the Anzati who had made it to the top of the mountain first.

    The Anzati was without a Master, though the vagaries of reality and space - the damage to the Force from the End of Time, meant that the essence of Skelm could peer forward and see this place, were he to trace the bond between him and his son from this time.

    Skelm knew a Bernael, but this Bernael did not know him but would recognise their ephemeral bond.

    They would both know that, were they were meet.

    But for now.

    The Hound.

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  7. darthbernael

    darthbernael EU Community Mod, House was on fire, didn't do it star 4 Staff Member Moderator

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    Apr 15, 2019
    OOC: A fun combo with @Sinrebirth

    IC Bernael and the Hound
    The Temple, Bogan, End of Time

    Bernael felt the shades, felt the darkness, the writhing of the Force as he entered the Temple. The silence was almost overwhelming but the shadows began to spin, move, grow into a form. He stood, a loose stance, but prepared for violence as a shape stepped forward. His head tilted to the side as he felt another connection open, one that felt familiar but he did not have time for that as the Hound appeared and raised it’s hand to him. At the movement, something felt off; he slid a pair of steps backward, opening the distance.

    He looked down at the hand, then back up into the helmeted face of the man. ”A Hound, seriously. The last that graced this world that I recall was over 27 thousand years ago. You may have nailed the form but who are you?” he asked, maintaining his stance, force energies roiling inside him. His senses reached out, to the form as well as spreading through the space, seeking others that may be waiting to take him unawares.

    He held a hand up, curled it. “I fought in the First Force War. The one against the Rakata. We began to number them, when another broke out.”

    “Against ourselves.”

    He paused. “I died a very long time ago. But my Will... it lingered.” There was a shudder within him. “I could not accept it. Shae...”

    Bogan became my home, more than once. I could not leave... without a shape.” In his appeared an archaic lightsaber. It ignited purple, not just with a snap and a hiss, but with a surge of hatred and despair.

    ”Ahhhh, there it is.” Bernael stated flatly, with a small smile touching the corner of his lips. ”You are not the first, nor will you be the last that will try to steal my body for your own use.” His will surged and two blades of pure will filled his hands, force energy trailing tendrils of that power up and down the blades, normal blades would be of little use against those of a spirit.

    He chuckled, ”You should know what I am and know that if you had just asked I would have reintroduced your soul to the galaxy. But poor manners means you truly will not leave Bogan, ever.” His blades moved, one low, one high, as he settled back in his stance, ”Come, end your vigil, end your existence.”

    The tips of the sabers twitched and from one a bolt of lightning black as night erupted and from the other a second bolt a pure blinding white. Their intersection point would be the center of mass of the spirit.

    The Forcesaber lifted and caught the blows, blade down, and the Hound’s free hand reached out and as it went grabbed at the Temple edge to hurl a chunk at the Anzati - and then to release a bolt into the debris, exploding it upon Bernael. He used the detonation and cloud of dust and stone to spin around and bring his second hand to the long hilt and swing at the Anzati -

    As soon as the Hound moved the lightning stopped, blades moving. Pulsing a shield just around his body, Bernael let the momentum of the debris hitting the shield throw him backward. He grunted as the blade of will the Hound held slid through the chestplate of his armor, scoring a line across his skin.

    The higher of the two blades of will Bernael held sliced out, toward the helmet and neck of the Hound. The lower sliced upward, under the sweep of the first, aiming for the hand and hilt of the Hound’s saber.

    The Hound jerked back, allowing a burning line to be carved across his helmet, as he raised his blade to defend from the lower attack, leaning in as the first weapon went up to drive a gloved and Force-filled fist into Bernael's face -

    Bernael’s will blades snapped out as his head snapped back at the impact, pushing back with his feet to absorb some of the impact. His mask cracked further at the hit and his grim smile could be seen underneath, a rivulet of blood trailing from his lip. One hand shot up grasping the hand, sinking the physical flesh into the hardened spirit.

    As the two of them connected, wills battering against each other, Bernael pulled, falling backward and kicking into the chest of the Hound, the Force speeding his talons toward the ‘flesh’ of his foe.

    Indeed, the battle shifted to a mindscape.

    [​IMG]

    The spirit attached to the armour of the Force Hound.

    it hadn't been it's original owner.

    It was Daegen Lok.

    The first Dark Lord of Bogan.

    A madman, and his madness was unleashed into Bernael -

    The mindscape began to resolve as Bernael drew his being and will into himself to face the madman. With the two powerful wills involved Order and Chaos shifted back and forth, flowing around Daegen while Bernael faded into view.

    Here he was different, more himself. They were near equals in height but Bernael’s armor, as light and flexible as Daegen’s in this form, was a swirl of blacks, greys, and whites. As were the blades that hung in the air beside him.

    A chuckle, somehow echoing in this vast otherwise seemingly empty space, came from his lips. ”The histories were vague on your final resting place but now I know.”

    The mad, powerful energies of the former Jed’aii rolled around him, pressed and bashed against his own will. Here he ceased hiding his ‘self’ and let the ancient spirit see what he faced. ”You devoured some of your victims?” he quipped, the surface thoughts there to be read without even an effort. ”How quaint.” his voice deepened into a growl as he spoke the last two words.

    The silver of his eyes shifted and now two black, depthless pools stared at his foe. His proboscises writhed in his cheeks and the tips poked free. ”A child of my kind could boast that.”

    With a simple thought, darkness rose around Bernael, tendrils writhing as his proboscises did. His hands, talons extended, reflecting a light from nowhere, laid over the hilts of the two blades, almost a lover’s caress to the hilts. ”Let us play for true, now, and see if you are even worthy of being considered a faux Anzati.”

    As he finished speaking the tendrils of darkness whipped forward, some seeking to ensnare Daegen’s limps and some flinging daggers that suddenly appeared as they passed Bernael’s ‘body’.

    The horror grew greater the more that Bernael drew upon it. Indeed, it seemed to emerge from a font, a terrible wound within Daegen which had been inflicted and poisoned all that touched it. The perspective shifted to reptilian hands clutching the screaming bodies, and it became apparent that someone else had pushed the thought into Daegen, and now it was drawn into Bernael -

    In a flash, the two of them were separated and Bernael pushed to the ground. Within him was the violence of a Rakata, the victims he had consumed again and again. Even by Anzati standards, it was excessive, but by human ones, it was horror upon horror.

    All of a sudden, Daegen Lok, whose spirit he had appended to the armour of a Force Hound, grew stronger without having to spend energy deflecting that pain, and he grinned. "Thank you."

    He swung a hand, and a massive wavefront of Force energy slammed into the Anzati, strong enough to send him tumbling down the mountain -

    As Bernael hit the ground he groaned, having gone from being on the razor's edge of primal hunger to being stuffed, as it were, by what felt like an ancient, insane soul. His eyes shifted to the Hound’s armor and the figure that animated it as the hand and energy came down. And almost crazed smile came to his face, ”No, thank you..” he got out as he expended some of the enormous amount of energy that now suffused him to form a fast shield to angle against the hammer of power.

    It shot him like a seed squeezed from inside a fruit, out and down the mountain, where he turned the fall into a roll, talons gripping in to slow him. He finally came to his feet, cloak even more ragged than it was, but now filled with a burning desire to face his tormentor once more. Suddenly he realized that one side effect of the insane soul now in residence in his mind was that the door inside that he’d kept secured for many years had opened a crack. What was locked inside had made contact with his new visitor and then established a deeper connection to himself.

    He latched that door as best as he could before his eyes looked back up to the ruins of the Temple, a dark smile suffusing his face. As he let out a roar, enhanced by the Force, darkness began to drip from his eyes. Finding a rocky outcrop he crouched on it, adding even more energy from the madness, allowing a touch of it into his thoughts, into a massive force push as he used his natural strength to launch himself upward. It didn’t take one leap, but a series of them, before he rejoined Lok in the ruins. His last leap landed him, like a perched bird of prey on a taller piece of the rubble. A rumbling voice came from him, ”Feeding me, that was your plan? Admittedly that which you fed me is quite a bit, even for me, but still…”

    Another dark smile came to his face, it may be a spirit that inhabited the shell but the shell was still physical. His hands flexed, the talons grating on the rubble, before he leaped, power was good and all but sometimes it was more cathartic to rip something apart with his bare hands and talons. The leap took him directly at the shell armored form that Lok wore here.

    The claws would find purchase, but not flesh. He was merely animating the armour, and he drove a headbutt into Bernael's head as he reached him, and then contorted his form in an unnatural manner to stretch his gloved hands around the back of the Anzati's throat and to squeeze, even as the weight of the attack sent him tumbling back -

    The leather attire and cloak and armour were swaddling Bernael, entrapping him and beyond physical arm, indeed, Lok didn't feel any pain from his actions -

    Bernael let out a choking laugh as he and the inhabited armor rolled across the ground. His foe was trying to entrap him and close his airway at the same time. But the attack he’d used, the energy his foe had freely given him, and the spirit’s own actions combined to bring him to exactly where he wanted to be.

    ”Thank you, my foe.” he grated through the grip on his neck as his eyes bored through the armor and into Lok’s. And then his will surged, reaching out, wrapping itself around Lok’s spirit, finding every point it could to cling to the millennium old ‘ghost’. He allowed his body to deal with the physical threat, talons on both hands and feet ripping into the leather and armor that the spirit wore even as his will began to draw against that of Lok’s, ”Ahhh yes, fight it, ancient fallen Je'daii.”

    The spirit itself had given him everything he truly needed to subsume it, including the energy and the madness of the soul it had pressed into him only fueled his will as he reached out to bind Lok to him.

    The armour was shredded, and Lok came apart at the seams, his anchor now ruined. The helmet tumbled away, and his spirit vanished and dispelled, undone and defeated - without a form, it was no threat and could not cling to this realm. Lok should have left when he was freed of the Rakatan curse -

    But it was too late.

    Bernael had fell down to almost the base of the mountain, however -

    Coming to his feet, Bernael shook his head, then unwrapped the remains of the armor from around him. While he would have been pleased to have bound the spirit to him it would have expended a great deal of the energy that had been transferred when the cursed Rakatan spirit had entered him. However, destroying the physical anchor had been much as it had with the Soulless One earlier, the spirit dissipated into the wind.

    Lifting his head he smothered a curse, their rolling, binding ball of a fight had dropped him back down the mountain again. But...first things first. He closed his eyes, reaching into his mind, and he more fully bound the Rakatan soul inside his mental prison. He set up the cage for the soul so that both the madness and the energy of it could feed him, after all the death and destruction of the Rakatan was very familiar if only in a different way than he usually consumed. As well, he ensured that the prison for the dark seed was more firmly and securely closed and bound before he opened his eyes again.

    Crouching as he had before, his talons, on feet and hands, extended and he began leaping from outcrop to outcrop, talons digging into the rock where needed or where there were no hand or footholds. He didn’t expend as much energy to do so as quickly as he had when fighting Lok but he made steady progress. Shortly he was crouching on a lintel between two lone pillars among the ruins of the Temple, senses questing, seeking whatever it was that had guided him here.

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  8. Sinrebirth

    Sinrebirth Mod-Emperor of the EUC, Lit, RPF and SWC star 9 Staff Member Manager

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    IC: Unknown
    The Moment of Success

    The battered armour of the Force Hound Xesh, as taken by his temporary master Daegen Lok, it laid strewn about. The memories of the Rakata would assail him; hundreds of dead that were being eaten alive. They might not bother the Anzati, but they would continue on and on.

    The Temple at the top of the mountain was in disrepair, and without the attacker, he would see it as having been savaged by laser burns and what appeared to be the equivalent of lightsaber cuts. There were echoes of the Force Wars throughout Bogan, memories of the violence that had been repeatedly visited upon it.

    The peace was riddled with these moments, flashes of violence between the light and the dark, but beneath it was a sense of balance that had pervaded - until broken. In isolation, the Tython system had, for ten thousand long years, been peaceful. In that isolation, the rest of the galaxy had been exposed, and evil flourished. When that darkness was poured into the system, the balance was broken, and the Je’daii became known as the Jedi - now dedicated only to the light.

    There was only the merest moment of a warning -

    And then the entire mountain top he stood on exploded -

    Above him was a hovering ship, and a man who looked just like the Son of Mortis - descending as if a deity.

    Lightning crackled across the sky.

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  9. DarthIshyZ

    DarthIshyZ Chosen One star 7

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    Serapis, restored temporarily to his Ithorian form in this reality, watched the monitors. He was curious. He was concerned. His apprentice, Helinith, seemed to have disappeared. He looked at each of the monitors more closely. He keyed his com unit. "Graul, your apprentice is doing well, it seems. But, can you see Helinith anywhere?"

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  10. darthbernael

    darthbernael EU Community Mod, House was on fire, didn't do it star 4 Staff Member Moderator

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    IC Bernael and the Son
    Bogan, the Temple

    Maintaining his crouch Bernael drank in the experiences of the thousands of years of the Force being twisted this way and that on Bogan. He felt the myriad of deaths that the Rakatan soul reveled in, bringing a wry smile to his face, they enjoyed the death of beings souls to the same degree as Anzati did, to the degree that either the very old or very young among his kind did. His senses began a warning and he leaped from his crouch, arcing over backward before he even thought about it.

    The movement was what saved him from immediate immolation as the ruins of the Temple, the entire top of the mountain in actuality, exploded. He twisted his body this way and that as shrapnel blasted out around him. Several chunks still impacted but there was little he could do until he landed. When he feet touched the ground he dodged the debris as it finished raining down, difficult on the small segment of mountain he’d found himself on.

    As he looked upward for any larger chunks he caught sight of a ship. And then a shape, descending, seemingly, from the ship. The shape, the form, was familiar but one that should not exist. One eyebrow went up as he set himself to face this new threat. Enhancing his voice he called out, ”Whoever you are, that’s a body I never expected to see again, last I knew all three of the true Ones were dead.”

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  11. darthhelinith

    darthhelinith Jedi Grand Master star 6

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    Helinith

    Tired, Helinith had just sat down on a rock for another rest. The water in her canteen was getting low and worse, she hadn’t seen sight nor sound of anything that might be edible, at least to her knowledge. Unaware of her pursuer and beginning to suffer the effects of prolonged hunger, she groaned as her stomach rumbled.

    She had not had an especially privileged childhood, having spent her formative years raised on the harsh world of Baast, learning the assassin’s trade. However, she had had three square meals a day and a roof over her head for the majority. As such, she didn’t quite have the first hand experience of truly fighting for survival; scuffling tooth and nail for scraps of food, that many of her compeers had suffered in their youth. Weary, she remained perched on the rock for longer than she had intended.

    Afternoon was turning into evening and she was just beginning to wonder if she had traded starving to death on her X1 for starving to death planetside, and which of the two options she would prefer, when she was interrupted by a terrible shriek. Startled, she fell backwards. A creature swooped low, leathery wings outstretched, jaws snapping within a foot of where her head had just been. It circled her in a wide arc and spewed fire, marking their field of battle before landing opposite her and screeching again. Heck, she was hungry enough to eat battle dragon. Determined, her lightsaber jumped to her hand as she waited for it to make the first move.

    The dragon snarled at her, eyes golden, and then with a flap it's wings sent it up and then hurling forward, teeth ready and a gout of flame preceding itself - Helinith summoned the force to shield herself from the flames and waited to the last moment to dodge to the right, swinging her lightsaber up to try and sever limbs. She rolled and stood, waiting for the creature's next move. The creature swept around and dropped to the ground before her, advancing with hands clawed. It turned to sweep it's tail across her and then swung to reach for her and drive her to the floor, teeth bared if it managed to grab her -

    It was more monster than Sith now. There was no dark spark of intelligence within him to speak of.

    Helinith jumped over the tail and then ran forward, following the momentum of it to run into the space it created. Her lightsaber swung around to meet the claws and she slashed at them, the creature hissed as two front digits fell off. She kept moving, pressing forward, trying to back it into a corner so it couldn't swing its tail out again.
    Her left fist coiled back and blue lightning leapt from it, searching for purchase. The lightning burst over it's skin, and though it did not seem to be wounded as one would expect, it's skin still smoked and steamed. It stumbled, howling, and launched forward, the pain making it react to attack without thought - it was completely an animalistic response, trying to catch her neck in his maw -

    Helinith saw the change in the creature's behaviour and knew instantly that she had won, she just needed to finish the job... which gave her a rather insane idea... something she wanted to try, just for fun, just to see if it would work. As the creature's mouth headed straight for her, she channelled the force into a lightning-quick reaction, deactivating her lightsaber and curling up as small as she could, letting the beast swallow her.

    Whole.

    It snapped her up without catching any of her extremities, surprised in-fact, that it had succeeded. The creature sat back and blinked - trying to swallow something that really wasn’t designed for its neck -

    Helinith immediately realised three things.
    One- that her plan had worked perfectly,
    Two- that her arms or legs were now pinned to her sides,
    Three- that she was beginning to suffocate.

    Thankfully, lack of movement had never been a problem for her. She held her breath and launched three knives off her back with the force. They exploded out through the lower neck of the creature and then began threading themselves up its neck and along its fleshy scales, cutting ribbons of flesh that began to peel like a banana.

    As the creature sank to the ground and thrashed, clawing at the pain and choking on its own blood, she freed her head, took a breath and began to pull her torso free from the oesophagus. It was slow going, the muscles were persistent in trying to crush her and as soon as her dominant hand was free, she activated her lightsaber to finish the job. With one final kick, she freed her left foot and turned to look back at the creature, her thoughts turning from self-defence to hunger once more.

    She could now see the human features of it that had been twisted by the dark Lord and she felt slightly sick to the stomach. If this was once human, would eating it be considered cannibalism?

    It was very, very, very dead.

    And that was a pretty gross thought.

    Someone told her as much.

    Someone in her head?

    Was that Insipid’s voice?

    Then the top of the mountain exploded, as if a fist had been driven up through it -

    Helinith grinned and then scowled as she recognised the thought.
    You're not as hungry as me.

    She sighed and looked over at the mountain as it exploded. Now what?
    More threats?
    Someone trying to make a dramatic entrance?
    Both?

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  12. Sinrebirth

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    IC: Unknown
    Skies of Bogan, End of Time

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    "The true Ones, eh?" His voice was the exacting sound of the Son, as he softly drifted down.

    Helinith, of course, would be greeted by a tumbling Anzati, who would land with his back to her.

    This was the first time they would have met, Bernael and her.

    But neither of them would recognise the man before them.

    The Son gestured to them. "Two Sith, how... quaint." He held the tips of his hands together. "There are always two, aren't there?"

    He gestured to them gracefully. "What beautiful comradeship."

    "What a disappointment."

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  13. darthbernael

    darthbernael EU Community Mod, House was on fire, didn't do it star 4 Staff Member Moderator

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    IC Bernael
    Bogan, The End of Time

    No sooner had the words left Bernael’s mouth than he had to leap again, the mountain continuing the shudder and collapse. As he rolled and bounded down the mountain, he could see the supposed Son following him down. Another form appeared in the distance and as he came to a stop he could feel them behind him. ’Hmmm, female, dark side...reminds me of a presence from years ago, never met her but still…’ he thought, but the floating figure’s next words brought his concentration back to it.

    ”Yes, true Ones.” he responded, knowing that the one before him would find that just as irritating as finding two apparent Sith here.

    And that was all he could get out as the ‘Son’ reached out, lancing lightning at them both. As swiftly as his reflexes allowed, both sabers came to his hands, crossing them before his body, absorbing as much of the lightning as possible into them as he moved to one side. Having he and whoever it was behind him in one line was not good for his health, in particular, left him stuck between them.

    The edges of his already frayed cloak were beginning to smoke as the power of the lightning that wasn’t absorbed whipped around him. A dark chuckle sounded as he fought to keep the lightning from overwhelming him, ”Two Sith, never met her before today. So try again, not-Son.” he snarked, a growl to his tone.

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  14. DarthIshyZ

    DarthIshyZ Chosen One star 7

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    As a special April 1st prize for Helinith and Bernael, I propose we bump them back to peons.

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  15. darthhelinith

    darthhelinith Jedi Grand Master star 6

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    Helinith
    friendly mushroom?

    Helinith watched somewhat incredulously as the absurdly dressed nexus of dark side power lowered itself towards her, following a stranger who tumbled down next to her. Lightning swiftly followed, confirming that whoever it was wasn't feeling particularly amiable.
    ”Two Sith, never met her before today. So try again, not-Son.” said the stranger behind her, who was doing a reasonable job deflecting the lightning, she'd give him that. She twisted around and decided to send some lightning back at him for good measure.

    As for the mention of 'son'.... that was something to do with... oh what was it called? Insipid had gone on about it enough times.
    Helinith glanced at the guy deflecting the lightning.
    "He a friend of yours?"


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  16. darthbernael

    darthbernael EU Community Mod, House was on fire, didn't do it star 4 Staff Member Moderator

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    IC Bernael
    Bogan, The End of Time

    Bernael grunted slightly as a slightly stronger blast of lightning singed his cloak and the edges of the half destroyed mask he wore when the female Sith spoke. Keeping the sabers crossed and to the fore, as they drank in the power, ”I have my suspicions about you both, you seem somewhat familiar as though I almost encountered you in the past.”

    He sidestepped again, to make sure he was even less out of the middle of the encounter, slowly drawing his sabers blades, and the lightning, toward the ground. The sense of power dipped slightly as he grounded it in the rock and earth of the lower mountain. ”That one,” he shrugged toward the ‘Son’, has an interesting ‘taste’. He is attempting to pass himself off as one of the Ones, but something is not quite as it should be. And you, you seem to recognize something in him.”

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  17. Sinrebirth

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    IC: The Son
    Bogan, The End of Time

    Some of his lightning would tease down Bernael's arms and raise scalds, but the Son ceased his attack rather than press his advantage.

    He clenched his fist closed around the red tangle of energy, regarding his gloved fingers for a moment before making a steeple of his hands.

    "If not known to each other, why stand besides each other?" He gestured languidly. "Why not kill each other, and I shall elevate the survivor to my own heights?"

    As if to illustrate the point, the Son lifted a finger, and from where he pointed a brilliant rumble of thunder erupted, the sound rocking the entire mountain.

    He writhed his paired hands, and the two of them would be reoriented as if puppeted, tugged by their shoulders and elbows and waists to turn to face each other.

    "It is your only choice, after all," he said soothingly, before releasing them.

    The Force cajoled them, sparking feelings of resentment and worry and fear and concern at the other -

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  18. darthbernael

    darthbernael EU Community Mod, House was on fire, didn't do it star 4 Staff Member Moderator

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    IC Bernael
    Bogan, The End of Time

    Bernael fought the pull that the ‘Son’ exerted but the being managed to get him turned toward the woman, who he noticed was shorter, lithe, and exuded the sense of similar training to his own.

    "It is your only choice, after all,"

    The ‘Son’ said as he pressed emotions and feelings upon the ancient Anzati. The atmosphere of the planet itself aided that being’s attempts to do so but...

    Bernael turned his head toward their ‘tormentor’, tilting it to the side, ”Emotions, really? You are going to try to make me feel anything, let alone false emotions toward this one?” he made a close gesture toward Helinith, unsure what her decision was on how this would proceed.

    ”To be entirely honest, the obvious choice isn’t what you’re attempting, but rather working together to eliminate the one being that has been threatening us both before deciding if we must destroy each other. After all, there is no guarantee that you will not try to eliminate the victor if we follow your rules. Only a fool eliminates a potential, even short term ally early.” he stated in his flat, toneless voice.

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  19. darthhelinith

    darthhelinith Jedi Grand Master star 6

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    Helinith

    ”I have my suspicions about you both, you seem somewhat familiar as though I almost encountered you in the past. That one has an interesting ‘taste’. He is attempting to pass himself off as one of the Ones, but something is not quite as it should be. And you, you seem to recognize something in him.”
    Helinith snorted.
    "I recognise nothing about him except, like most of the sith I meet, he's trying to kill me and you're not."

    She felt herself being moved, twisted towards the talkative sith before she could do anything else.
    "If not known to each other, why stand besides each other?" the bat-like man gestured languidly. "Why not kill each other, and I shall elevate the survivor to my own heights? It is your only choice, after all."

    Her eyes blazed hatred at Berneal but...
    "You're manipulating my thoughts! I HATE IT WHEN YOU MANIPULATE MY THOUGHTS!!" She swung round and leapt at the one parading himself as son, her lightsaber flashing through the air and yelling a word with each attempted strike.
    "STAY!"
    "OUT!"
    "OF!"
    "MY"
    "HEAD!"


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  20. Sinrebirth

    Sinrebirth Mod-Emperor of the EUC, Lit, RPF and SWC star 9 Staff Member Manager

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    IC: The Son
    Oh brother

    The woman leapt for him, and in his surprise he forgot to stop her.

    The Son lifted an arm and the lightsaber blow rebounded off, because that was simply how powerful he was. But even he broke character for a moment -

    "Oh come on Helinith, surely you recognise me -"

    He swore, feelingly, and flicked her forehead, sending her tumbling towards Bernael.

    "Look," he said, his voice dropping an octave. "We're in Final Trial zone and you'll ascend following this little... time pocket moment thing." Helinith and Bernael would recognise him. Her, from her many years, off-and-on, as his apprentice and temporary vessel, and he, well he'd recognise him following his brief stint in the successor state to the Grand Sith Empire. At which point their memories would allow them to remember the names of the Sith monsters they had just slain, before they were malformed into such pointless things.

    They would remember it was Darth Insipid who stood before them.

    Things were temporarily skewed right now, especially here, in the Tython system.

    He called out. "Serapis, Skelm, watch closely."

    He slammed his hands together and there was a shockwave of energy that overtook them both - and removed their memories again.

    He wove his hands, and replaced one memory in each of them.

    Bernael was the one who shoved her in that oubliette a century and more ago, meaning she outlived her beloved Vader.

    Helinith was the one who killed his beloved San and Trask during the Battle of Coruscant.

    He snapped his fingers and became invisible to them, concealed behind their doubts.

    "Go."

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  21. darthbernael

    darthbernael EU Community Mod, House was on fire, didn't do it star 4 Staff Member Moderator

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    IC Bernael
    The Revelation


    His new ‘friend’ attacked the ‘Son’ and chaos erupted. She did no damage but the shock of the attack caused chaos to erupt. The being spoke and suddenly he remembered, knew where he’d seen, known the man from. In all honesty he was part of why the man, no...Insipid, was where he was today. If it hadn’t been for that Holocron and him having chosen the man then perhaps this time would be different, or...perhaps not, he’d made as many Changes as he’d stopped, over the eons.

    And then his mind roiled. The Son he still felt, knew somehow, wasn’t the Son but that didn’t matter, what mattered now was a memory that he, for now, didn’t notice wasn’t a true one. That this little Sith had killed the two beings that had mattered to him, the reason he’d left the galaxy to it’s own devices. She’d killed San and Trask. Darkness dripped from eyes that suddenly were the black of the void, talons burst forth from hands and feet, and a guttural growl erupted from deep in his chest.

    Just as he moved, to blur and rip her to shreds with his bare hands he was rocked, not by any attack, externally at least, but by his mind roiling once more. Suddenly his head felt stuffed, his conscious not splitting but expanding, as though a second him was seeping into his awareness, one that was equally outraged but not at the tiny assassin, at the ‘Son’. Beyond even that his dark thoughts were being clouded with grey as a second presence joined his multiplied consciousness.

    ’She will attempt to destroy you if you do not fight but she is not..’ it began but the other side of his consciousness overrode it, ’He’s right but we must keep it close, there is no guarantee that these Sith are what we need to support.’ The two new presences coming to an agreement, Bernael’s sabers rose from their sheaths, lighting and hanging in the air near his outstretched hands.

    ”She dies and then you die.” he growled at the memory of the ‘Son’ ”You messed with my mind, this memory that just surfaced or in some way, and no one does that…”

    With that he disappeared from sight and sense, the sabers moving, circling the smaller of the two figures on the mountain, before a Mind Shard lanced at her mind and will, the initial attack.

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  22. darthhelinith

    darthhelinith Jedi Grand Master star 6

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    Feb 10, 2009
    Helinith
    pissed off


    Helinith tumbled head over heels.
    "Master!"
    She scowled, as she came to rest upside-down. "I knew it was you really." It was mostly a lie and she righted herself quickly with an agile hop.

    And then, there was clarity.

    The powerful god had given her a great gift.
    She would slaughter him, tear off his head and then burn it as an offering to thank the being profusely for such generosity.

    She smiled, her head tilting to one side as her opponent mentioned something about her death.
    "Try me." She stated softly.

    He disappeared.
    Of course he did, of course they all did and it was bloody unfair too.
    "Coward!" She snarled. "What's the matter, afraid of fighting face to face with a girl?"
    Her hands twitched, holding her lightsaber up defensively.

    Pain slammed into her mind and she growled a swearword and clutched at her head with her free hand.
    A defensive pulse of force lightning shot out across the ground from where she stood, in response, dissipating once reaching a distance of 10 metres away.
    "Come out, come out," she sang, "so you can die and I can kill you."


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  23. darthbernael

    darthbernael EU Community Mod, House was on fire, didn't do it star 4 Staff Member Moderator

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    IC Bernael
    The Duel


    Bernael saw the effects of the Shard and a bleak smile drew across his face. He dashed to the side only just evading the lightning that she shot at him. He had to admit she was good. But the taunt, it was humorous. He could tell that she was an assassin as he was and it was just that, a taunt, as she would do the same if she could.

    He pitched his voice so it came from approximately three quarters of the way around from where he was. ”Coward, ehh…? What coward cuts down an injured man and a healer Jedi when simply maiming them could have had the desired impact?” his voice hissed from that locale. Not directly from where he was as that was a typical assassin trick and he’d have attacked there if it was him.

    He sped up, would have been an almost invisible blur if he’d been seen, flashing through the area where his voice had come, sending a rope of black lightning with one hand and three daggers with the other at her, letting it die after a second, as he continued to move.

    Rocks and sand rose from the ground, detritus from the mountain’s destruction. They swirled and danced, causing the area to become clouded, obscured, letting him drop the camouflage and move closer.

    A dagger sprouted between Helinith’s feet, a shadow swirled in the dust and speeding, flying rocks. He moved through the sandstorm he’d created, leaving as little a wake as possible. And then a small sound came from the dagger at her feet, a red light blinking faster and faster.

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  24. darthhelinith

    darthhelinith Jedi Grand Master star 6

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    Feb 10, 2009
    Helinith

    Helinith leapt towards the voice but there was nothing there besides three knives and a thread of force lightning. With a flick of the force, she knocked the knives into the path of the black lightning, which disintegrated their blades.

    Charming.


    “Same coward who shoved me into a box of eternal pain for one hundred and twenty years?” she retorted, not that she gave a kaadu's ass about his response. It wasn’t important. Unable to see, she crouched and traced her fingers across the hilt of a dagger and...


    She jumped up, up and up, away from the beeping thing.


    She knew what it was, of course, and allowed the explosion to buoy her further into the canopy of trees. Catching a bough with her hand, she swung herself round and onto it, peering down into the miasma below. The blade of her lightsaber shut off, though she kept a hold of it for now, just in case. Instead, three small throwing knives rose from her belt as if of their own volition.


    Still blind, she reached out with the force, trying to pinpoint her opponent’s location and then, once she thought she had it, she dropped, intending to land on his back and bring him down to the floor.

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  25. darthbernael

    darthbernael EU Community Mod, House was on fire, didn't do it star 4 Staff Member Moderator

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    OOC: Helinith's movements preapproved by @darthhelinith

    IC Bernael
    Pain and Revenge


    It was the slightest sound but he heard her move. Just as he began to move three small blades lanced out, two taking him in his right thigh and on in his right calf. He didn’t make a sound and kept himself hidden as she dropped. She had been close, but just off in her drop and a grim smile crossed his face.

    He slid through the whirlwind, moving closer as he felt her reaching out to attempt to sense him. Slowly he moved so his body didn’t give away his presence. As he moved he pulled one of his own daggers from his belt. And then...a voice came from just behind her ear, ”120 years of pain, cute...Try over 2000 years of extreme loneliness, finding joy, and then you killing it.” he whispered in her ear.

    He boosted and stepped back as she swung around, her blade slicing through the air where his torso had been. His dagger came up and the two hilts clanged together, a bind as they both fought to win the clash and stab the other.

    His void black eyes met her brown ones through the swirling dust and a hollow chuckle came from his throat as a ribbon of black lightning erupted from his free hand, the power enhanced from the pain of the three daggers in his leg, lancing toward her stomach from no more than 20 centimeters distance.

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