Königreich des Teufels - Demolished Sith Academy (Carida)

[Zadkiel]

Zadkiel yelped out in surprise when the vines sprang to life and captured his arms and legs. He hadn't expected such a maneuver from her, but then he hadn't expected her to catch up with him so quickly either. In all truth; he hadn't expected her to catch up with him at all. A shiver ran down his spine and shook him to his very core, forcing him to simply close his eyes and hang his head slightly.

 

He did his best to ignore the jagged ripping sensation the thorns presented to his wrists and ankles. It was something new, something good, something he didn't deserve. His head remained hanging when she leapt down in front of him and began to dress her scantly clad body. It was obvious to him now that her condition granted her benefits from both sides and that she knew how to use them.

 

His head bolted up as he felt the last vine, forcing him to squirm which in turn only made the other vines cut deeper into his flesh. He could resist the biting pain no longer, finally focusing on it and feeling it wash over his entire being. It dulled his shame a bit, but nothing could completely rid him of that. His predicament was getting steadily worse as the vines tightened around his wrists and neck continuously which only made his squirming all the worse. He cursed her under his breath for the arrival of the final vine.

 

When she spoke it caused him to twist around a bit in effort to evade the feeling of his stomach flopping over and his entire body getting goose bumps. For all he put into trying to stay quiet, he was unable to hold in the whimper that had gathered in his chest, not only from the vines keeping him here”¦but from a pooling of everything. It had been growing for far to long and every day he kept it buried deep inside, until now”¦until it escaped at the worst possible time, in front of the worst possible person.

 

He was unsure if it was the restricted flow of blood to his head, or just his twisted and abnormal body at work when he couldn't stop moving around in the twisted vines, but by now his hands and legs were gripped so tightly he figured they'd cut clean through his wrists and ankles. Malyss was the kind to let such happen. All he had left that could move was his pelvis and it was still moving as it had from the very second the fifth vine had arrived.

 

He didn't dare speak, unable to pull in enough oxygen too and a bit fearful that he might say the wrong thing and only make it all that much worse. Deep down though he wanted it to get worse, wanted to see what she would do to him”¦it wasn't everyday he got into spots like this, after all.

[Malyss]

She watched Zad, her eyes brimming with the same curious glimmer that a youngling's eyes might possess as they watch an insect caught in a web. Malyss lifted her left hand, palm side up. Her fingers curled into a quick upright motion. Instantly the vines around Zad's ankles jerked upward suddenly. They pulled his legs up until his body was suspended horizontally, arms and legs splayed wide open.

 

Malyss walked up between his legs and insected the insect known as Zad. A blur of scarlet swiped towards's his stomach. A second later the fifth vine that had entangled the man fell away from his body, having been halved by the lightsaber. Malyss couldn't help but grin knowing that she had deprived him of some of the pain he so whore-ishly lusted after.

 

With the thorn studded vine out of the way, she backed up a few steps. Her lightsaber blinked out. The surrounding jungle became a mass of shifting dark again. Malyss crouched, leapt, summersaulted in the air and landed hard upon Zad. Her right knee slammed down and drove into the soft area just under where his ribcage joined. Her other leg dangled limply off to the side. The sudden jolt of weight caused the thorns to claw deeper into his wrists and ankles.

 

Malyss's thin fingers wrenched around Zad's neck as she let her right leg slide off to the side of the suspended man. She sat straddling Zad's stomach. She wriggled around so that the sudden movement would make the thorns dig deeper into his flesh.

 

Squeezing his neck, strangling the air away from him, she leaned forward and whispered, "Enjoying yourself, vermin? When I think of all the things I could do to you right now, all of the exquisite agonies I could inflict on and inside of your aching to be tormented body... I nearly shudder with sadistic desire."

 

Malyss squeezed Zad's neck even tighter and leaned closer. And though it could not be seen a smile could be heard to tinge the woman's soft voice. Malyss had sensed subtle flickers of his internal stirrings and such revelations amused her. "Mmm... all the things I could do. That I want to do. That I won't do because Im nothing but a wretched and lowly underling female in your eyes."

 

She released Zad and slid from his body. "See you later. Perhaps when you're ready to squirm for me like the worm you are... then we can have some fun." Malyss turned and charged away.

[Zadkiel]

Zad gently closed his eyes as she charged off. Dark tendrils wrapped around the vines, choking them and forcing them to release his body. He fell to the ground, the vines following as they were deeply embedded into his body by now. The only outward sign that would prove he was alive was his lip quivering in rage at how the scene had played out.

 

Seconds ticked by, transforming into minutes and soon he pressed his palms against the cold dirt and lifted himself off the ground. Pain flared in his wrists first, then in his ankles as he stood erect. He grunted and cracked his neck, listening as the solemn pop echoed throughout the silenced forest.

 

He began his long trek back to the temple, left with nothing but his thoughts and the hard, chilling ground beneath his bare feet. His brain was unusually active, taking the place of his emotions for once. Even though it had its fair share of emotions mixed in with everything that swirled about up there. He couldn't recall ever having a more epic battle, physical or mental, then the one he was engaged in at the moment.

 

On the one hand he despised the woman. She was inferior, but she seemed to think otherwise. She had skill sure, but a woman's skill could only go so far. The same could be said for a man, but due to the testosterone differences a man could go much further.

 

But then, surely she had ample amounts of her own Testosterone, perhaps being the reason she was so skilled at such an early stage.

 

And of course there was the other hand. He admired her, even wanted her for she was the first Sith that indulged her Sadist urges, that didn't stop because of a few wounds and was willing to go all out in a simple duel as it should be, as it was meant to be. Tarrian did nothing but sit on her ass while she was about and Alora hardly fought, only seeking out her next screw. They were both disgraces, despite any status they might have among the order they would always remain as such in his eyes.

 

There had been times when he had been giving it all he had against Malyss”¦and she simply topped him in what appeared to be an effortless fashion. It was as if she was the next evolutionary step in the Human race, benefiting from all aspects rather then only partial aspects. Perhaps he was a worm as she had called him”¦if she had evolved, then he was no longer a perfect specimen of his race.

 

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[Malyss]

She glared across the room at the thing that dared interupt her meal. There wasn't much that Malyss took pleasure from in this life. Sitting down to a decent meal was one of those rare things that she actually derived some sort of enjoyment from. And to have this muscle bound sack of arrogance interupt that drove her to a completely insane level of rage.

 

Malyss took the briefest of moments to glance at her former meal scattered across the floor. She stood up, her chair tipped over behind her from the abruptness of her move. Her gaze locked onto Zad's but a heartbeat after he ignited his weapon. It was a gaze that held no love, no respect, no remorse for the disfigurement the man was about to endure at her hands.

 

Now effortlessly, she called the darkest parts of the Force to her bidding. Her fingers slid under the surface of the heavy table top and with hardly a second thought she ripped it upward and Force flung it at Zad. She leapt soon after it, her hand yanked her lightsaber free of it's clip as she soared through the air. Her weapon hissed to life just as the table made contact with it's target.

 

Malyss decended upon her prey.

[Zadkiel]

Zad's face remained neutral as she cast her gaze upon his stone like stature. No longer would he indulge in the pain simply to sate his gluttonous drives, he would use it as it was meant to be used and he would trump the woman before him. She had progressed through her training quickly and had learned much, but it was time for her to see how a True Warrior of the order fought. Only if she was able to hold her own would she be granted the title she sought after.

 

The table was inches from his face when he extended his hand, fanning out his digits and catching it in mid-air. He grunted a bit to give off the impression it impacted, but a second later the table doubled back on the path it had taken, flying towards Malyss rather then continuing forward as it should have. The invisible energy all around them pressed against the female's shoulder just enough to throw her into a twist, so that the table would slam into her and not her weapon.

 

Words were a powerful weapon and on many occasions Zad had used them on his target; Malyss was unique though. The words would only empower her it seemed. The only sounds during this fight would be that of their weapons and pain taking form.

 

The muscular human twirled his weapon in his hand once and moved forward, bearing down on Malyss. The strength in his blows was barely noticeable, but the speed at which they impacted on her weapon could only be followed with the aid of the force. He was at no disadvantage when it came to emotions. His were so powerful that they felt nearly tangible in the air around him, so potent he briefly wondered how he was able to hold control over them all.

 

He pressed harder, driving her backwards towards the wall as sparks erupted all around their bodies. Zad's eyes were locked with Malyss's as he continued his onslaught. His cobalt orbs were alive with emotion, but so much of it had mixed in with other types that it was near impossible to tell just which was the most prevalent.

 

Zad ducked low, swinging his weapon at her ankles then sprang into the air when she leapt over it. He pressed his boots against the wall behind her and drove his shoulder into her back. His lightsaber momentarily shut off as he rolled out of the maneuver, but once he was up he was upon her once more.

[Malyss]

Malyss found herself stuggling to fend off Zad's saber attack. She knew he was far more skilled with the weapon than she could ever hope to be at this point in her training. So she stayed on the defensive, glaring daggars back into the emotion riddled eyes of her attacker. In that mess of flashing emotions she never once beheld anything that resembled respect. It was something that he was incapeable of feeling toward her because of what she was. Her silver eyes sparked with rivivified vigor just before Zad ducked and hacked for her ankles.

 

She leapt, landed and immediately felt his shoulder ram into her back. A dull ache erupted through her body as she staggered forward, barely able to keep her footing. She grunted bitterly as she sensed him moving immediately in. Malyss kept her back to Zad, not turning to face his attack. Instead she waited, crouched over and gasping as if the wind had been knocked from her lungs. She waited for him to get within range. She waited, and when he came close enough she suddenly dipped further forward, her right leg swung backward and up in one swift slice through the air. The heel of her boot slammed into Zad's chin so hard she could hear his teeth chatter together. She whirled her leg down and around and spun to face the man who staggered backward from the blow.

 

Her left hand raised, fingers clawed as if wrapped around Zad's neck as she force choked him. His body was ripped from the floor by the invisible Force and made to crash into the ceiling above. So hard was the impact that a spiderwebbing of cracks spread out from the point of impact. Malyss brought her hand down again and to the left. Zad's body flung down across the mess hall and crashed, stomach first, onto a table. It snapped in half, it's sound echoed through the room like a crack of thunder.

[Zadkiel]

((Damnit. I didn't want you to edit that! I said it was fine! ))

 

Zad grunted from the daggers that had wedged themselves inside his skull at every angle and the bruises that were quick to form on his stomach from her last attack. Although he was in pain he kept a tight leash on his lust as it begged release and an even tighter leash on his gluttonous personality as it struggled to force him to indulge in the pain of it all.

 

He touched his lip and held his fingers there for a few seconds, then pulled them away and looked at the deep crimson stain on his fingers. He half grunted half chuckled before licking it away, enjoying the salty metallic flavoring of his own wine.

 

”œHeh. Better idea.”

[Malyss]

((sorry... well maybe not sorry.. but oh well. Stupid girl didn't get the memo until just now))

 

The horrid black of unconciousness crept about the edges of her vision as she was forced to take a taste of her own medicine. As the blackness quickly overtook her, Malyss's eyes never left the leer of the creature that was choking the life out of her. She fully expected these last few gasping moments to be her last. But should she be lucky enough to waken again the first thing she would do was...'kill him... kill... him... k... ill..."

 

The world withered and died.

[apophenian]

A single ship tore through the atmosphere, its pilot had been told how to arrive from a group of traderes out, in the outer rim. Pulling back on his controls he gentle easedhis ship on to a landing pad and locked it up nice in tight so it would at least still be there when he returned.

 

This had better be the place, fuel ain't cheap.

 

He double-checked his gear before streching out his muscles, long trips with out breaks normally resulted in such things as cramps and sore muscles. Feeling rather loosened up he made his way to the building before him.

 

He could feel the force here. Rather strongly, it was an interesting feeling. His armor bit into his skin as he slipped inside of the building, clearly security was lax at this place. Then again if he was at the correct coordinates, then the occupants of this place would most likey feel that they could take down any intruder who dared to walk upon their ground.

 

He nearly laughed as he imaged leathal glow sticks slicing him up, then again if the bond he had formed with his armor was worth anything, in communication with these creatures, he could tell that the fame lightsaber was rather useless when pitted against them, something he hoped would come in handy just in case, these... Sith jumped him.

 

He began to wander the halls a bit, in search of something, anything at all that would prove that his trip here, hadn't been a grand waste of time.

[apophenian]

((Ok so I am not big into double posting, however I been here some time now. So, I am not gonan wait forever.))

 

Dessel figured since security was so lax he might as well practice the five, finger discount. So he wormed his way around the place, snatching everything that caught his eye. Since he couldn't find any one willing to help him cultivate his own power, he would do it himself. What better way than using the items he found here.

 

Figuring he had swiped enough things, including some important looking boxes, as well as weapons, and a few random datapads. He finally boarded his ship and left to find a decent place to hang out, and perhaps find some work.

 

(As instructed to do edited 11/27/06))

 

Dessel found himself returning to this godforsaken place for simply one simple fact, he had not takenthe time to talk to any one. Which naturally might have been considered naive by most, after all who was going to walk up to him and say, "Hey you there, come here so I may train you." That would be a rather silly thing to expect from strangers.

 

So slipping his ship in on the same spot he hoped out weapons still firmly secure on his person. One of those being his Sith Sword. He looked about before boldly striding into the place, he had after all already seen that no one would challenge his right to be there. Well at least the last time he was here they had not done so.

 

So wandering around aimlessly he soon bumped into or was rather rudely shoved by a boy that could only have been half his height. Dessel figured that he was older than the boy, given that he was 19 and the boy would be lucky to be 16 so he was mighty surprised to find out what lay before him was simply a scrawny little 18 year old, barley even legal. Then again that had only come from the boy's lips and not anyone else's so it was a doubtful piece of information. Plus it had been mumbled under his breath too almost like he was complaining to himself. The only reason he would think that the boy would mumble such a thing was if he had just recently had a birthday and thereby needed o remind himself of the fact or was still in some way joyous from it.

 

Brushing himself off after that nasty spill, he noticed almost immediately that his money pouch was missing. Glancing to see where he was fallen, he took of at a sprint as he saw the boy dashing of with his money purse in hand.

 

"Get back here you little thief!" He screamed out to no avail. After about twenty meters or so of running around dashing through hallways and what not Dessel found himself sprawled upon the ground as at one point where the boy seemed to be catching his breath had instead caught him flat footed with a roundhouse kick to the face. Completely unprepared for the blow he had been forced to roll with it and when he emerged from his little roll the boy had once again taken of sprinting down the halls.

 

Wasting little time and cursing himself from coming back and letting himself get robbed, he finally got into arms length of the little thief. Suddenly the boy dropped, seizing his chance Dessel, pounced on the fallen form only to see that the boy had positioned himself in such a way to throw dessel into the next room using his own momentum to propel him faster. As the boy's feet hit his chest he knew he had made a mistake.

 

With great force he was flung into a rather empty looking room. He immediately tucked himself into a ball and distributed the weight of his fall by allowing the points of contact with the floor to start with the shoulder, switch to the right of his back, then to his butt and ending with him in a decent recovery position which he immediately sprang from looking for a fight. Though all he found before him was his money pouch and locked doors.

 

"Well that is just great, I was led here. The boy didn't even want my money. Oh well his loss. Guess I'll just grab it and go." He said to himself, a habit that he had been chided on before as well as deemed crazy. Though he knew all geniuses talked to themselves, mainly because the common man simply was unable to understand what a Genius would be talking about and so Geniuses find other ways to let their thoughts out.

 

He smiled to himself as he clipped back on his pouch and looked around at his make shift prison, maybe this was where all the new people where led to, though it would have been nice if they had a better reception crew or something. You would think that these Sith would be actively looking for more people with the power of the Force in order to help them slaughter the stinkin, lying Jedi as well as help in the extermination of stupid beings.

 

Sighing to himself he fingered his sword a bit before settling down to wonder if he could simply cut his way through. He didn't have anything that went boom, on him so naturally the idea of making the door explode was out of the question.

[Ason Antilles]

A droid appeared from one of the tiles in the room, an IG-100 Magnaguard. It carried its traditional phrik electrostaff, and prepared for battle against Dessel

[apophenian]

The orbalisks fed on his body as the magnaguard appeared in the room. There were times when he felt like he could comunicate with the parasite, though this wasn't one of those times. No doubt with training in the force he would soon figure out what these guys were thinking and feeling, for now however they made really good armor. Even if it did cause some bleeding at times when they got really hungry.

 

he thought about actiavting either one of his gloves, though he doubted that sonic or stun abalites would harm a droid, so he switched to plan B which was the use of his Incenerator rifle.

 

He removed it in a flash and raised it up to fire, however before he knew it, that droid had leapt the distance between them. With a sudden shock, the staff slammed into his chest knocking him down and sending the rifle skidding across the floor.

 

Hmm that is no good.

 

He rolled toward it to avoid another jab while he was down on th eground only to have the staff connect with his head sending him flying backwards and away from his gun. Shaking his head to clear the stars forming in front his eyes, he could tell the orbalisks were geting excited. While they were so durable that even lightsabers had a hardtime penatrating through them, phsyical blows were still physical blows and armor could only do so much on that account. He barley felt the electric shocks what really kept rocking him was it was like being hit with a lead pipe it still hurt no matter what.

 

He rolled away from the attacking droid and removed his Sith sword. He switched it so it would ebcome a vibrosword and then gave it a twril. Yea he could do a lot of damage with this.

 

He leapt toward the Droid and swung downward, yet the droid clearly had combat algerisms (sp) loaded up, such a simple attack was shunted with ease, Which made way for the other end of the stick to slam into Dessel's side.

 

That is enough!

 

Through sheer wil power alone he touched upon the mystic feelings of the force, and while he did not know he had done so he sent the droid into the wall with enough force to make it drop its staff thanks to a kinetic overload.

 

With his Sith Sword in hand he didn't giv it any time to recover, he pounced upon it, and began to hack away at it like a pschopath would to a rabid dog who had bitten him. Picking up the droid's staff after hacking the droid into pieces with his Sith sword, he clipped back on his rifle and his sword and with the Staff repeadly slammed it into the door after turnign it on, until enough damage had been made that with a well placed kick he slammed the door open.

 

Now he had to find a certain boy who had thrown him into that death trap.

[Masochist]

Wondering outside of the temple was The Demon. He had being following the stench of the Sith Temple for days, his feet blistered from walking over rigorous scorching hot desert terrain, and his body ached of the dark force that is emitted from the planet. Masochist pressed on and felt the entrance of the Sith Temple, the door were cold, ancient and had seen better days. The Demon used all of his strength to push the doors open. A loud screech screamed away from the rust of the hinges on the doors, and a wind of darkness hit Masochist. Quite pleasurable.

 

He walked in the temple, his steps echoed in the empty temple.

 

Masochist is searching for something in the darkness that he sees, but he doesn't know what quite yet....

[Ason Antilles]

A young man, adorned in a tawny, non-descript outfit meandered the infinite halls of the sith academy. Air escaped the prison of his lungs in short, forceful breaths as he collected himself. He had just dispensed with a troublesome figure, the features of this creature shrouded beneath the ravenous suit of orbalisks he had donned. It was a simple process, one which he had perfected after much replication from his lowly days beneath the blistering Tatooine suns.

 

Surely the sith would notice him now, a master bound to view his acts of deceit and his skill in the Echani arts as invaluable traits. A master would hear of how an unworthy acolyte had been played like a fool and left to die in a training room, and how Verater Omen was the one to bring it about.

 

However, upon returning to the group of four or so acolytes he had befriended, a distant pounding could be heard as a heavy door met the academy floor. The man had survived, and now the young man was forced back into his fight or flight mentality. This time, flight got the better of him.

 

Verater's pale flesh danced in and out of shadow as he sprinted through the halls, his feet hitting hard against the ground in an adrenaline-driven scurry. His right hand clutched his katana none-the-less, ready to sheathe it within a fraction of a moment's notice. It was during this sprint that he ran straight into a demonic entity.

 

Now within the line-of-sight of his friends, his entourage hurried to him, stuck between Lucifer and some insect covered disgrace. Of course, the exhausted sith acolyte hadn't noticed if the creature had followed them or not, but he was sure that he would want revenge upon the kid that did that to him.

 

All of the friends were also human, and that is how they met. One was a pasty, slender young man like himself who carried twin sickles. A darker, far larger acolyte held an axe between his meaty fingers. Two of the group were identical twins, each trained how to use the identical swords in their hands. A wary cry was let loose by the largest one, who readied his axe above his head.

 

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[apophenian]

((Ok I have waited long enough, the other guy didn't respond to the message I sent him.))

 

The sound of his footsteps echoed down the halls as a mountain of muscle and parastic organisims made their way around the Sith fortress looking for the one who had damn near killed him.

 

 

With a primal look in h is eyes he rounded the corner only to see the boy had trapped him in the distance surrounded by four other men and some demonish looking thing. He had one goal, he was going to beat the kid to a pulp and kill him. The boy had failed with his little trap and now it was payback time.

 

Advancing forward he removed his Sith Sword and readied it before himself. Even his armor could feel the coming bloodshed. Suddenly the largest one screamed.

 

"Kill both of them."

 

Dessel did not falter in his advance even as the larger boy raised his axe up high. He was by far larger than all of them achieving a height of an even 2 meters tall. Heck he figured he outweighed the fat one since he was made up of solid muscle and was not only taller but had broader shoulders.

 

He gave the sword a twirl before a fendish smile was brought to his lips. He may have had no intrest in proving himself to a bunch of loser, however when they intended to kill him, he could help but allow them to at least try. that way when he utterly crushed them beneith his boot heel he would feel as if he had accomplished something.

 

His eye however kept wondering back to the fiendish thing that they loked like they were gonna gang up on. He had seen his alien race before in a bar, he just didn't know what they were called. None the less, it seemed that this group of human boys felt he need to jump on people who weren't like them. Which was apitful existance and worthy of extermination regardless of the death challange.

 

"Ok fatty how about you first then?" came his reply, His words floating in the excited air as a mere invitation to begin what would surley end with the death of everyone he could get his hands on.

[Traven]

Travens silver ship fell out of hyper space above Cardia. He sent a COMM to the Sith Academy,

 

----Requesting permission to land and wait for a Sith Named Drake Ferral----

[Ason Antilles]

Grubby paws wrapped themselves around the axe, their greasy grip tightening as a light rage manifested under his brow. The nondescript brown eyes began to flutter with a belligerent pulsation, the figure of the beast before him reflected in them.

 

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[Traven]

(( I am waiting for Drake I am Traven))

 

Traven began to land. The silver ship landed on a landing pad Traven sat in the cockpit waiting for Drake Ferral to arrive.

[apophenian]

He did not leap back away from the incoming blow, nor did he make any motionto doge it, instead bring up his Sith sword he met the axe at it's joint between handle and blade and with a quick movement shunted it aside. In that moment he brought his knee upward to slam into the man's gut. taking a slow measured step back he figured he had time for a taunt.

 

"Well well, fatty, guess youhave some skill after all."

He lowered himself into a decent fightning stance, after all he doubted he would have to exert himself too much, there fore he wasn't hoing to give it all of his effort unless forced to.

 

"Perhaps more than one of you should come at me. I don't think big and stupid here is gonna be able to make me break a sweat."

 

He raised his sword up into a guarded position, yea he would take'em all.

[Ason Antilles]

((OOC: the length of this post is unintentional. Sorry, pressed 4 time)

 

Not wanting to dissapoint, the collective mob formed a natural circle around their prey. He was obviously skilled, yet no amount of skill would save him now. All weapons rushed at him in a combination of verticle and horizontal slashes, except for Verater Omen... that particular sith acolyte cut his feigned assault rather abruptly as he waited for the beast to perhaps attempt to leap over his foes. Than the blade would meet the flesh in the air as he prepared a leap to possibly intercept.

[apophenian]

His eyes narrowed as he suddenly found himself surrounded by this paticular group. It seemed that the only way he would get to his prey was if he tore through all of these men again.

 

Suddenly the atatck came, all of them at once, as if an attempt to slice him in in what ever way they possibly could.

 

It was more instanct then anything else, he reached out and grabbed the axe which happened to not be a vibro axe, and yanked it toward him, or to be more accurate yanked himself toward it. He then trapped the axe's handle between his ribcage and his left arm. His sudden movement from had created enough of a space so that only the tip of one of the twin sickles raked against his orbalisks, he could feel their outrage at such a thing and so in one fluid movement he slammed the hilt of his Sith Sword' into good ole fatty's face, sending him stumbling while forcing him to loosen his grip on the axe. In a single yank he removed it from the man's hand and threw it straight at the pale sickly man with the sickles before slipping out of the circle and behind the fat man.

 

Brute strength wouldn't win this, however perhaps a little bartering will. His Sith sword found it's way toward the fat man's neck as he grabbed the man's wrist and shoved it up his back, effectivly holding him hostage, painfully of course. He right foot slammed into the back of the man's knee cap, forcing him to his knees and almost runnig his neck through his Sith sword.

 

"All right then mates. Stand down, give me the boy and back away and your friend here lives. Fail to comply and his head will be the first out of your little group to leave it's shoulders."

 

He glarded at those in front of him. He counted three directly in front oh him, and his prey right behind that group as if he had been to scared to try and gut him. wait no not scared he had been waiting. He had been waiting to slice him if he had tried to leap over the group. Luckly for him he wasn't much of a jumper, there would have been no way he could have dodged the strike.

 

A smiled was brought to his lips as he let the sword bite into the man's fleshy neck drawing blood. Time seemed to slow as crimson droplets began to run down the length of his sword only to slip off the edge of the blade and spill upon the floor. He would count to three, if they didn't back down in that time it would only take a single movement.

[Ason Antilles]

((I finally got ahold of Masochist. Ignore his character. Anywho, once again, I'm writing this in the middle of a TOL post, so I'm gonna just squeak by with yet another low quality post))

 

The single schizophrenic entity resigned to an uncomfortable silence, the acolytes finding their situation mildly perplexing. Complex thoughts arose in each of their minds, slight gestures deftly communicating their intentions on the man's proposal. Omen was the only one to speak.

 

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[apophenian]

The men charged at him, with no choice but to show his intentions, he tore his sword, through the man's neck in a single stroke before tossing it at his incoming attackers. Suddenly a streak of red and he felt the not so gentle impact of a blaster's result impacting on his shoulder. He smiled as teh shocked expression appered on his prey's face. He was a coward who kept standing in the back of the crowdt shots while real men did the work.

 

If that one had the power of the force, he was simply diluting it. He would be even happier to kill him now then ever before.

 

Suddenly however the men were upon him. This time three instead five. He could take three, if he really pushed himself. Howeve he didn't have too. he would momentarliy retreat.

 

Jumping back he turned and showed his back to his enemy, running a short ways. The three idiots were in hot pursuit. Sadly, they didn't all run at the same speed. Wel for him that was a good thing anyway. With a sudden whirl he turned around and in a quick slash he left a deep gash into the lead attacker's chest, before sending him back into the group with a side kick.

 

To him the idea was simple, he would draw out the idiots by having them chase him, then suddenly turn around in a suprise attack, catching them off guard while they were still trying to chase him down. It was a simply tatic of just attacking the guy closet to catching up with him, and while floundered about he would get an even greater lead and make them want to kill him even more as he inflected damage upon their numbers.

 

As if the first guy had been enough, the second guy who had now over taken the first guy in his eagerness to slice into the back of his enemy despite seeing him take a blaster bolt and still remain standing, swung his sickles at his back, crashing into his armor and rebounding away leaving him open. In a fluid motion he turned around again and this time stabbed forward catching the man in the rib cage, it was an instant kill like he had hoped, it had instead been off the mark and had only pierced the man's ribcage. Tossing him aside he this time instead of running backwards, ran forward. Swinging his sword left and right he charged the last unwounded guy.

[Ason Antilles]

((Okay, I'll post again as soon as I get some things out of the way... and find out what to do with Ason on Korriban..))

 

The last man quickly unsheathed terror from its holster, shaking it from its quiet to take its revenge for fallen compatriots. A glimmer reflected the academy walls upon its immaculate silver, the katana bearing with it the grotesque depictions of the ones that this beast had bested. Now it was all up to him to stop the rampage...

 

Like that'd work..

 

So, he did what he could... and booked it. He began to sprint out of the academy.

[apophenian]

dessel was at first a little awestruck that the man ahd taken off like that. Then again he hadn't slow his charge at the man any either so in the end it didn't matter. The man or the boy had just abandoned all of his friends as well as the academy just to keep himself from having to cross blades.

 

Dessel had every intention of cutting him down before he made it out of here. He took two step back and picked up the fallen sickles.

 

Then with a quick motion he threw one aimed dead center at the retreating form of the boy's back.

[Ason Antilles]

The sickles sliced cleanly through the air, a whistle of death trailing their path as Omen's back was penetrated cleanly. Clearly the weapons were being tossed by experienced hands, hands that had seen the defeat of their enemies that day.

 

And... Black...

[Bad karma]

Cold, calculating, and unforgiving eyes scanned the scorched hallways of the Sith temple. For the longest time they were home and now she was back, having achieved the highest honor the order could bestow upon her. Several lesser figures wondered the halls and even fought each other here, but she paid them no mind as she passed them. Her lithe body, consumed by her black robe gave her the appearance of a specter. Combined with her ability to dull down her presence in the force she was able to merely observe the acolytes, apprentices, and lords alike.

 

They were an interesting ilk; some thirsted for blood and took it from the flesh of their peers. Others merely desired power and all it could offer. More then a few were mentally deranged, but she wasn't surprised. Even she had lost the reigns of her mind once or twice in service of the brutally sadistic order and its leaders.

 

She hadn't heard from Malyss in quite some time and it seemed that her other apprentice had finally gotten the point, which left her with nothing to do but further her command of the infinitely untapped power at her finger tips. At first it was fine, being alone all the time”¦even when she was just meters away from others, observing them, but with time she began to realize just how hard it was. Just how grateful she was for having an apprentice around, if only to have someone to gift her knowledge to. It was in her moments of quiet complexion on the topic that Dominique decided to take on a new apprentice, one of the acolytes from the temple.

 

Donning her robes, she slipped into the gloomy hallways and moved towards the achieves to see what was on the ”˜menu' in the way of apprentices.

[Bad karma]

As per usual the Sith Temple contained but one or two known figures and a handful of acolytes. It would appear that the days of mind-boggling numbers pouring into the temple had long since past. As Dominique rested against a shadowed wall, she wondered if this was merely a lull before another rise in numbers of if only a few great Warriors and Brilliant minds were all that was left of this once great order of the Sith. Would they be a mere memory in the years to come, or rise to their rightful place as rulers of the Galaxy.

 

Regardless of what would come of the order, Dominique knew that she would prevail. She wasn't out on the frontlines risking life and limb as many of her brethren were, so when the end of this order arrived she would merely slink away into the shadows with all the knowledge learned. Someone would have to keep it all in tact so that the order isn't completely wiped out.

 

Another worry on the young woman's mind was the Unholy trinity. Kakuto Ryu had not been seen in what seemed like ages, Dagon had disappeared as well”¦doing whatever the head of the Krath would do when in hiding, and Exodus had been gone the longest and stirred the most worry in her nearly frozen heart. He had once warmed it, but then all good things end and as unwelcome as that end was, it inevitably passed them by.

 

A lone acolyte, dressed in a deep shade of green walked into the chilly archives. He was busy at work and didn't even glance at her. She normally would have attributed it to the fact that a Sith Master wasn't exactly easy to pick out when they didn't want to be, but this time was different. She had an eerie feeling that he knew exactly where she was as any true Sith would, which peaked her curiosity since his power was yet untapped and untamed.

 

She studied him for several minutes as he went about his business and soon she could see ripples of scarlet and yellow emanating from him. Neither of the colors were common in this temple, meaning out of all the acolytes he was the unique one. Not the mindless servant aspiring to one day be taken on as apprentice, nor the warrior to be that ate, breathed, and slept combat.

 

Dominique lifted her hand and waved it slightly, calling his datapad to her and watching as it flew across the room straight into her outstretched fingers. She looked into his eyes as he turned his attention to her, at long last, then glanced down at the datapad. There were several detailed accounts of what various Sith felt and did in order to learn and practice their telekinetic abilities. He was without a Master, which lead her to the conclusion that he was going to attempt to self train himself.

 

”œWhat is your name?”

[apophenian]

He stepped over the bodies until he reached the boy he had an essence stabbed in the back. He never liked taking the life of some one when they wern't looking, however the boy had fled and so it was justly deserved.

 

He looked around, it wasn't as if any one else would clean up this mess. Normally he would leave the bodies, however given how this wasn't a normal situation he felt the need to dump them out of the way some where.

 

Sohe carried the twins first, then the fat one, followed by the pale one and the coward and dumped them in the room he had been trapped in earlier. It was the most he was willing to do, sure he cause the mess, but surley they didn't expect him to pick it up.

 

He reached up and scratched his head, it was taking an amazing amount of will power to allow this parasite to live on his body. The excruating pain that accompaning it was one of the many tests to his will power. Yet at this point, he simply endured. After all he had come to view them as part of himself now, and as long as he stayed stronger than that part of himself he would not be devoured, though he couldn't recall having heard of some one being devoured by these creatures, the worst he had ever heard was blood being spilled when they got excited.

 

He sighed, now what would he do. He could continue exploring the place, however after that little bout he really just wanted to sit down somewhere. he checke dhimself and his weapons then ambaled down the hall, in search of something.

[Piccolo]

A Firespray ship emerged from the space around Cardia. It approached the planet with one singular destination in mind. The creature in the cockpit had been given information not three months ago as to the location of this destination. It had been his plan to wipe it from the face of Cardia. Now, he came with a completely different purpose. A peaceful purpose. But that was hardly believable given his reputation.

 

Regardless, the trick is getting into the atmosphere. It should be smooth sailing beyond that point.

 

The creature slowed his engines and tried to drive casually.